ログインIt didn't really take too long — Kate's obviously pent-up sexual energy had been waiting for this outlet for too long. In next to no time, Kate was squealing in ecstasy like an overexcited piglet as she came all over my face. She almost fell off me onto the bed, before crawling back up and giving me a huge French kiss. My tongue was exhausted and didn't put up a fight this time, so she pulled away and began licking her own juices off my face.As she pulled away, I became aware that the constant attention my dick had been getting had just stopped. I propped myself up onto my elbows to see what was going on, and there was Tara masturbating furiously with the hand she hadn't been using on me, while her other hand was clutching tenaciously to her breasts and pulling at the nipples vigorously. As she saw me noticing her, Tara gave me a huge grin and stood up, giving me a better view of what she was doing to herself.Kate crawled down the side of the bed, giving me an amazing view of her bu
I let Kate go and took Tara into my arms, lifting her from the floor and then kissing her as like I had kissed her best friend. I was immediately aware that Tara had a lot more experience in this than Kate had; she was a much more confident and assertive kisser."When did the two of you decide to do this?" I asked them, when I finally paused for breath."Kate has wanted to do this for years," Tara replied. "We used to joke about what would happen if one of us got with you, and how the other would take it. We talked about it a lot on New Year's, and then some more when we went down to university, and then finally decided that there was nothing stopping us now that we were out of school and no longer your students.""But both of you together, like this? Doesn't that make things a little uncomfortable for you, or awkward?""Oh no," Kate replied, "We've both seen each other naked plenty of times. We've had lots of sleepovers during the past few years."The two girls giggled when she said
I was almost speechless, but soon found some words."I . . . ah . . . well, Kate, you see ... that is, I feel honored by that ... but I ...""Sir, you said when I left last year that if I ever needed any help with anything that I could rely on you. Well, I need your help now. Please? Don't let me down." Her hands clutched each other in that universal symbol for begging or pleading, and her face adopted a soulful, puppy-dog-eyed, little Orphan Annie kind of look which was almost impossible to knock back."I know that's what I said, Kate, but this wasn't what I had in mind!""Please! I've already booked a hotel room for the night. Mum thinks I'll be staying at Tara's tonight so she won't miss me. I bought condoms from the supermarket, and a bottle of wine for afterward, and ...""Kate, look, I ...""Don't you like me? Is that it? Do you think I'm too ugly? I'm too skinny, aren't I? My boobs aren't big enough. I don't have blonde hair. That's it, isn't it?""No! Kate, you are ... gorgeou
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; nobody was hurt, every character used in the development of this story is not related to anyone living or dead.Andrew’s P.O.VI had taught Katherine for two of the past three years, and she had been an exceptional English student. Once she left school, I had hoped that we would keep in touch, but after the final exam I heard nothing from her. School resumed, and I picked up more students, including her sister, but I was never able to find one that I'd enjoyed teaching as much as her.Halfway through the year, her sister Sherry informed me that Katherine would be back for several weeks after her first year's mid-year exams were completed, and that she wanted to catch up with me over lunch in the city. School holidays were about to start, so I made plans to meet her during the week in a nice, quiet tavern on the viaduct.Kate was waiting at a table outside the bar when I arrived, and it took me a moment to recognize her. She had been a slim girl w
She also was not unaware of my large hands, powerful shoulders, athletic legs, and the way my expensive but casual clothing rode my frame. She was further very aware of my glances at her boobs, and she also had caught me several times glancing at her legs as she shifted and re-crossed them.******She felt stirrings from the attentions and the conversation she was thoroughly enjoying with this man in a hotel so far away from home. More than stirrings ….she knew that her thong panties inside her snug skirt were becoming damp, and she was surprised to feel her nipples begin to harden against the prison of her slinky silk blouse. She couldn’t help but notice that there was a large interesting bulge in his pants as he turned his chair a bit to face her. She wondered if he could tell, although there had been no sex talk at all, she was becoming quite sexually aroused. *******Joe's P.O.VWe finished our second brandy, and it was now almost 11pm with the conference start looming the next m
Joe’s P.O.VI looked at it as though it was just another one of the many necessary, but forgettable, business trips I had to endure as part of my position at an energy equipment engineering company. This time, it was a 3-day energy symposium to be based at a large hotel in downtown Chicago. I had grown up years ago in the Windy City, although living now on the West Coast, but I remembered well the ordeal that flying into O’Hare during changeable weather afternoons in late Fall could be. I wasn’t disappointed …my 767 flight from Seattle had to hold for traffic delays, then hold for gusty winds, landing almost an hour and a half late under a brooding gray sky. A long limo ride downtown in rush hour traffic at last delivered me to the hotel. Tired and irritated, I checked in, went up to my suite and decided I’d take a long hot shower and unwind from my travels. The lights of North Michigan Avenue and the nearby Hancock Building were twinkling outside my room window as I dressed in slac







