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I will explain each of the five paragraphs in a little more detail: Short Introduction! It's just the way of beginning a conversation. You are able to state that you just happened to encounter her profile and needed to say" hello" or that she made you curious and you had to learn more. You could state that there was something quite specific that you liked. Doing so puts you and is quite powerful. You are giving her the thumbs up and qualifying her! For example, if you can see from her photos that she's considering mountain biking then your opening paragraph could be" Hi, I see thatyou're interested in mountain biking, then I believed that was just so cool, I just had to message you! " Neg, Interesting, Laugh! Neg aboutyou're actually enticing her to reply back to you, or have a laugh. Of all of the emails you read previously, how many men were? None is the answer! In any case, taking the piss from her( a little bit) is actually flirting and is always, always, always to be encouraged! That is why study it it's important to really look through her profile and try and find. Maybe her profile is littered with txt spk or spelling errors? She has an old lady's hobby? Are her movies Disney films? Are there a disproportionate amount of her photos where she's holding a drink( always a great opportunity) ? This is the part where you show her you are a fun man! I'd advise since this might backfire on you, you don't take the piss from her profession, friends or family. Some girls can even be touchy in their hair, so please refrain from taking the piss. I've found out that the hard way.

Can we move a little bit deeper than that, although it's amazing that you went a few miles apart from each other? It's a fact that a huge portion of chemistry is feeling each other out and discovering commonalities to attach on, but the shallow stuff doesn't actually do the job.

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Jack opened his newspaper and settled in for the long and routine commute home. He was looking forward to a quiet Friday evening.

Two stations further on, the crowd shifted to accommodate new passengers. A tallish woman with dark hair moved into the space on his left. As the trained moved forward, she returned to reading her novel. Without turning his head, Jack furtively checked her out.

She wore stylish business clothes; clearly a young professional. A dark, semi-fitted, silk jacket covered a tailored shirt with a pretty dotted print. The aquamarine and chocolate blouse was open at the collar and revealed a hint of cleavage. A simple blue stone on a gold necklace complimented a colorful lapel pin. Her knee length soft silk chiffon skirt had a flared, tulip-style silhouette. It was cut on the bias for a swingy, feminine feel. Black shoes had mid-height heels and open toes. The entire ensemble suited her athletic body. Overall, it was a clean, sophisticated look.

In the tight space, he couldn’t get a good look at her face without appearing obvious and attracting her attention. Therefore, he shifted positions and used the traditional subway device of looking at her reflection in the window. It let you stare without your subject knowing.

Her shoulder length hair was styled, but not overdone. Her eyes, nose and mouth were cute. The chin may have been a little large, but not disproportionately so. It gave her an air of determination. Her eyebrows were nicely shaped and fit her oval face. The make-up complimented the rest of her look. It was well done. Feminine, but subtle.

Turning the page of his newspaper to cover his surveillance, Jack risked a direct look. A quick scan confirmed his impressions. Like Jack, she seemed to be in her late twenties. All in all, a great package. Noticing that she was involved in her book, Jack’s eyes moved to her breasts. They filled out the blouse nicely. Full, high, yet not overly large. Yeah, very nice. Just the kind of together, yet alluring, woman many men would be drawn to.

Sighing internally, Jack dropped his eyes back to the newspaper. He lamented the unwritten rules of society and subway riding. In a crowded car, you could look, but definitely not intentionally touch. Also, no eye contact or starting conversations with strangers. Especially not with people reading and thereby sending a message of “Do not disturb”. But being this close to an appealing woman wasn’t bad. It sure beat standing next to some sweaty, fat guy. He decided to enjoy being stimulated by her proximity for the rest of the trip. His mind started to weave an erotic fantasy with this pleasing stranger as the centerpiece. It was fueled by his peripheral vision fixating on various portions of her anatomy. At some point, he named her Belle.

At the next stop, a few more commuters squeezed on. The object of his attention turned slightly and placed her back to him. Her position separated him from the other riders. He lost sight of her breasts, but her body was even closer as everyone’s space continued to shrink. When the doors closed and the train moved forward, Belle rocked back. Her hair brushed his cheek and her ass rubbed his hip. He imagined that it lingered for a moment, and then she adjusted to the motion and straightened. The close quarters weren’t enough to permit Jack to hold the newspaper any more. He knelt to store it in his briefcase being careful not to touch his neighbor. He could do without getting her angry and being accused of groping.

He slipped the paper into the side pocket of the briefcase and started to stand up. Just then, çankaya escort she shifted her weight and Jack was more confined in the corner. As he continued the standing motion, his arm and the back of his hand rubbed noticeably along the outside of her thigh and hip. The friction caused her skirt to rise.

Jack blushed and froze. He waited for her to turn and give him an angry rebuff, a slap or worse. His mouth began to form the words for a sincere apology.

As the seconds passed, nothing happened. She continued to read her book with no reaction. He thought he detected a bemused smile on her lips.

Taking a breath and trying to relax, he was thankful she was so engrossed in the book. Or maybe she had a high tolerance for the crowded conditions. In any case, he wasn’t taking any chances. Jack tried to maximize the distance between them. It only made a few centimeters difference, but he was happy for them. He didn’t want to tempt fate with further contact.

The train slowed and Jack braced himself. They weren’t coming to a station, but rather stopped in the tunnel. The lights flicked off and disappointed mumbles came from the lips of a few passengers. After a few seconds, the driver came on the intercom and explained the train would be holding at this location for a few minutes due to a problem on the tracks ahead. He asked for patience and turned on the emergency lights.

The lights were few and they were primarily located in the center of the car. They were dim, but enough to lessen the claustrophobia among the nervous. Jack’s location was in semi-darkness with a slight red tint from the emergency exit light above his head.

Belle rose up on her toes and looked toward the center of the car to survey the situation. The motion lifted her ass and accented the curves of her legs. Jack fought the strong temptation to reach out with both hands and cup the firm globes. As she stayed on her toes and craned her neck, Jack inhaled her perfume. It was sweet and soft with a hint of flowers. He became aroused.

As she lowered herself, Belle wobbled a little as if off balance. She twisted and reached out to steady herself. As she did, her knuckles brushed across the front of his trousers. The touch was electric and Jack inhaled. She got her balance.

Now, he expected it was her turn to blush and apologize.

She did neither. She made no eye contact and her face maintained the disengaged look common to many riders. Jack reasoned that despite its location, the touch was in that gray zone of ambiguity. It was certainly inadvertent, and therefore could be acceptably ignored; or just as acceptably apologized for. He preferred it this way. A stammered apology and subsequent nervous conversation would be awkward. Instead, this allowed him to continue his sexual fantasy.

In his daydream, he imagined that Belle was coming on to him. She was turning into quite the sensuous companion. He was becoming more stimulated.

The train moved forward for a series of short distances. Each time when they stopped, the lights would go out for a few seconds, and then the low emergency lights would return. With each jerk forward, Belle’s right breast rubbed against his upper arm. Jack was shaken from his fantasy imaginings. Real life was becoming more erotic than his dreams. He could almost sense that the nipple was getting firmer with each pass. It happened three times in succession and Belle made no apparent effort to prevent it. He looked at her for a reaction and was confused when there was none. Her head was turned toward the center of the car and she appeared completely nonchalant.

After the train stopped for the fourth time and the weak lights came on, she looked around, then finally turned to him. She didn’t look at his face, but moved her lips toward his ear. Jack aligned his head to better hear the anticipated apology. Instead, Belle planted a kiss and inserted her wet tongue into his ear.

Jack’s body shivered and he was instantly erect. This was neither inadvertent nor ambiguous. His racing mind didn’t know what to do. He swung his face to hers and finally connected with her eyes. They were alert and amused

Before he could compose himself and think of what to say or do, Belle ankara rus escort turned her head away. She moved her right hand to his chest and the finger tips rested lightly on his breast bone. He glanced down and watched as the fingers applied minimal pressure and began to massage in a tiny circular motion.

His eyes were transfixed on her hand. The nails were expertly tapered and painted with a pale pink, yet shiny, polish. A gold ring with an intricate design adorned a finger. Despite the public setting, Jack’s senses responded as though they were alone in a bedroom enjoying foreplay.

He looked at her again. Amazingly, her body conveyed the same relaxed pose. Scanning over her shoulder, no one appeared to be looking in their direction or paying them any attention. Except for their corner, everything was normal. Typical commuter disengagement and mild annoyance at the delay.

Belle had positioned her body so it blocked the view of the ministrations of her hand. She was soon covering more territory on his chest and increasing the pressure. Jack was enjoying it immensely, but felt compelled to do something in return. However, he didn’t want to make an inappropriate move and break the spell.

He hesitated. Closed his eyes, and then moved his right hand up to rest on her stomach, just at the top of her skirt.

Belle reacted in what seemed like alarm for the first time. She drew her stomach in quickly. Her right hand froze on his chest and she spun her face toward his. Her left hand moved swiftly to her waist and covered his. In the shadows, he couldn’t read her expression. He thought she might push his hand away. Rather, she held up a finger signaling him to wait.

She looked to her left and turned her body toward him a little more. Her hands quickly opened two buttons on her blouse. Her right hand took his wrist and moved Jack’s right hand inside.

His heartbeat accelerated. His armpits began to perspire. His penis throbbed. Jack rested his open palm on her bare stomach. Belle almost closed her eyes, took a slow deep breath and rolled her head back. He moved his hand up and cupped her right breast through her bra. A shudder moved through her body. Her hand reached him and resumed the massage just above his belt. He replied with a gentle fondle of her breast.

The train made another short movement forward. They used the rocking motion to emphasize their strokes.

Jack was torn between his increasing sexual appetite and his increasing fear of detection. He blessed the low lights, but knew the full lights could return at any second. He was aware that despite their best efforts at concealment their breathing was getting heavier and probably louder. Even in this corner, the other passengers were very close. Thankfully, the murmur of conversations about the delay and the background noise of rustling clothes appeared to cover their low level noise. It didn’t matter. Jack didn’t want to be caught, but he couldn’t stop.

When Jack squeezed her nipple, Belle tensed and leaned into him.

A second later, she dropped her hand from his stomach and started to pull down his zipper.

Now it was Jack’s turn to react with alarm. If she continued, Jack was sure there would be no turning back until he climaxed. In the tight quarters, and with his back against the wall, he couldn’t pull away. He had never had sex in a public place. He felt scared, but her closeness was intoxicating. Her casual assertiveness had him bewitched. He made no effort to stop her.

She was eager and swift. Her hand slid quickly inside his pants. They moved behind his shirt, touched his underwear and rested on his engorged penis. He could feel her weight shift and her head move closer to his. Her eyes stared into his. They sent a message of excitement and silently asked if he wanted her to continue.

Jack had never felt so vulnerable. But despite his fear, the movement of her hand was stimulating him even further. He responded to her question by dropping his hand from her breast to her thigh. Belle shifted her legs to move them further apart. He jacked up the front of her exquisitely feminine skirt and rested his palm on the lacy top of her stockings.

He knew he was on the verge ankara yabancı escort so he gave her inner thigh only a brief massage and slid toward her crotch. He moved right to her panties. They were tight and smooth and silky. He rubbed the sensitive area just above her vagina and could feel her matted hair. His body tingled and hers gave an involuntary shiver of pleasure.

His hand explored and stimulated. He found a tiny bow at the waistband. After a few seconds, Jack left the bow and moved along the thin waistband until his hand reached sheer lace on the side. It lingered there for just a second, then dropped to the leg opening and found the feminine scallop trim.

Throughout this, Belle continued to work on his erection. He was moving inevitably to an eruption.

Jack whispered in her ear, “What color are you panties?”

In a hoarse, sexually charged whisper, she replied, “Lavender. With a pastel lace.”

“Lavender is one of my favorites.” he said and moved his palm to her vagina. He felt rich warmth and moisture. She gave his penis a squeeze of approval.

Belle stroked his penis, and his balls twitched in delight. Jack’s eyes rolled back in his head from arousal and appreciation. His emotions were frazzled. He felt a surge of affection toward this magnificent and caring creature. He would do anything to satisfy her. He caressed her moist lips through her panties in time with her strokes.

When he looked into her eyes, there was passion and pleasure. A fleeting glance confirmed they were still unobserved. He moved his hand under her panties. Belle kissed him hard and fingered the sensitive tip of his pulsing penis. His mind staggered. It was beyond rational thinking and he was carried away by the wave of passion cresting in his body. Despite the risk of discovery and humiliation, he knew it was the most sexually stimulated he’d been in years.

Jack found her hard clitoris and her knees nearly buckled.

While their arms moved frenetically in mutual masturbation, they each fought to keep the rest of their bodies relatively still to avoid broadcasting telltale signs of feverish sex. As he approached climax, Jack gave himself over and his movements became automatic. As the thinking parts of their minds shut down, detection slipped away as a conscious concern.

Belle’s facile hand did its job first. Jack climaxed and shot spurt after spurt into his underwear. While the sexual energy released in his body, his hand brought Belle over the top. Her butt clenched within her skirt, her body spasmed and her juices flowed.

Belle leaned her head toward his shoulder as they each enjoyed the warm feeling coursing through their nerves.

Under normal circumstances, they would have made a leisurely recovery. However, the public location returned them to sanity in record time. They exchanged amorous glances and then simultaneously withdrew their hands. Each looked around cautiously. They half expected to be the focus of attention and derision. Miraculously, none of their neighbors appeared aware of what had just transpired a few feet away.

The driver announced that the problem had been resolved and that they would be moving shortly. The lights came on and made re-dressing more urgent. Belle giggled softly and Jack grinned from ear to ear.

When the train pulled into the station, they were fairly presentable and their breathing was returning to normal. Belle looked out the window to determine which station they were at and then turned to face him.

She looked intently into his eyes with a mix of uncertainty and hope and whispered, “Do you want to come to my place to clean up and have a drink?”

Jack didn’t know fully what had just happened. However, with the anonymous public sex, he did know that he had just burst through several previously impenetrable sexual boundaries. Jack was surprised at himself and confused. However, he had never felt so alive. He couldn’t just walk away.

Jack took her hand and said, “I would love to go to your place.”

Her face lit up and she squeezed his fingers.

When the train stopped, Jack followed her to the exit. As he walked by, a college age kid near the door flicked his head toward Belle and said with a touch of envy, “You lucky bastard.”

Jack was startled and stopped. He knew! He had seen them have sex. Puzzled, Jack asked quietly, “How?”

His eyes indicated the window and he said, “The reflection.”

Jack couldn’t help laughing; caught by his own trick


tagFirst TimeHow Many?

How Many?

It hadn't taken Jon long to get her into bed. He was older, he was powerful, he was charming, difficult for a girl to say no to. Still, he thought there was a chance she was still a virgin. She looked young, and sometimes girls in their late teens or early 20s who haven't done it before are eager to make up for lost time, as long as the guy is something they consider worthy. But just before he struck into her, he had asked -- she wasn't. But she couldn't have had many, Jon thought, she was so tight.

Jon felt strong. As she lay there, legs dutifully open and cunt full of stiffness, Jon needed some spice, something more. She was years of experience away from squirming in need the way that drives a man crazy.

"Therese," she opened her eyes, "How many guys have fucked you?"

Aah. She turned her head away, taken aback by the question. Jon was pumping her cunt slowly.

"How many?" he persisted.

She looked up at him, not answering, wondering if this was a strange thing to be asked by a guy as he fucked her.

"One, two...ten?" Jon prompted

"No!" she said, too quickly. "Not that many!"

"Well, how many?"

"You're number four." she said, closing her eyes and turning her head away, but at the same time opening her legs to let him get deeper.

"Really? When was the first?" Jon was determined to keep the conversation going, he wanted something to push this beyond just another fuck with another girl, he wanted to get excited.

"Huh?" replied Therese, was this topic still going?

"When was the first?"

"Ugh...why you wanna talk about this?" she asked. Wasn't fucking her enough? She had given her cunt to this guy the first night they'd met, now he wanted this, too?

"C'mon, amuse me." asked Jon, with meaning.

"Ah." She arched back as his penis hit a sweet spot inside her. "About three years ago." she panted.

"How old were you?" Jon asked, genuinely curious. He didn't actually know how old she was.

"Hmmm, was he your boyfriend?"

Therese shook her head, her eyes still closed. She was trying to concentrate on that thing contorting her insides. Why all this talk...she just wanted to enjoy the dick that was in her.

"Really, your first fuck was a one-night stand?"

She waited a while, but again she shook her head.

"You fucked him more than once?"

"Just a few times." she said twisting her hips, trying to wind up the talk and work more on her cunt.

"But he wasn't your boyfriend?"

She shook her head, eyes closed.

"Why not?"

Again, a pause. "Cause I already had a boyfriend." she meekly admitted.

Wow. Now it was getting interesting, Jon thought. He'd become bigger inside her, grinding against her sides. Therese could feel he had gotten harder.

"Whoa, how did that happen?"

Therese sighed. She was happy to have this guy in her. It had been a long time since she had been fucked, especially by someone so mature and sophisticated, she didn't remember it being so good to have a man up there. But she hadn't expected to open up these memories, let alone explain them to a stranger, which he still was, despite having given her cunt to him so easily.

"I wanted to get him out of my mind, to get over him."

"Who, your boyfriend?" asked Jon.

"Hmmm." she replied, eyes still closed, trying to concentrate.

"But you never fucked your boyfriend?"

Therese shook her head.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, we were dating from so young, it just never seemed the right thing to do."

"He must have tried?" Jon asked.

"Oh yeah!" said Therese, brightening a bit, "He tried alright."

"How much did you do with him?" asked Jon, keeping the motion going, pushing into her, keeping her legs splayed wide.

"Hmmm, he touched me a bit, but I never touched him, at least not until after I had been fucked by that other guy."

"Touched you?"

"You know...I let him undo my bra sometimes. A couple of times when I wore skirts, he'd work his hand up to finger me and stuff, so I used to wear jeans a lot when I saw him, which used to annoy him."

"Wow, that must have killed the guy. Why so tough?"

She didn't answer, she just squeezed Jon's ass and pulled him further into her.

"Deeper." she moaned in his ear. It was a battle, to get him to stop talking and be thankful for what he'd been given already. But Jon was in no frame of mind to end the investigation.

"So who was the other guy?"

"Huh? Ah, just some guy from uni, one of his friends."

"Holy shit, his friend?"

Again no answer.

"So, did he ever find out?"

She nodded. Wow, okay, he'd deal with that one in a minute.

"So why did you do it?"

"I told you, I wanted to get over that guy. I wanted to break up and I couldn't. I thought if I fucked another guy, it would be finished."

"So where were you?"

"His apartment. He shared with two friends and they were away."

"Day or night?"

"I think it was, like, Friday night or something."

"You went out first?"

"No, he cooked dinner."

"Did he know you were going out with his friend?"

She nodded, "Of course."

"Didn't he care?"

"Oh, c'mon! You boys don't care about that, you guys will take anything you can get." she laughed.

"Okay, okay, so what happened, were you drunk?"

Therese shook her head.

"He was cooking in the kitchen. I went in there and put my arms around him from behind. We hadn't kissed before, and he took it as time to start. He spun around, held me and kissed me. And he didn't just kiss me, he really started up. Obviously he expected to get something that night and he just went for it."

"Feeling you up?"

"Feeling you up where?"

"Everywhere. I had a short skirt on, his hands were inside my pants on my ass straight away. It was all pretty quick. My bra and my t-shirt were up round my neck and his hands all over me."

"All one way?"

"Well, I didn't know what to do. But he undid his own belt and zipper and put my hand in there. I didn't have a clue what to do, I'd never touched a penis before, and he was really hard. I didn't know if it was big or not, but it seemed pretty scary at the time, wondering how that would fit in a girl."

"Did he know that you wanted to fuck?"

"No way! We hadn't been like that at all, and I hadn't been planning to fuck him that night."

"So why didn't you stop him?"

"How could I? I was at his place, he had me alone!"

"Well, you could still say no!"

"How could I say no, I went there by myself, no one was there to help me."

"So? You can still say...okay, whatever, so what happened, he did you there in the kitchen?"

"No, but he did get most of my clothes off there, throwing them on the dirty floor, which annoyed me. He had his own pants right off, getting me to pull him up and down, I didn't know what to do, he had to show me. Then he was fingering me and giving me hickies all over my neck and stuff."

"Were you enjoying it?"

"I don't know, it was kinda interesting I guess."

Clearly Therese was getting into her own story, she was trying to move her hips up and down the bed, fucking Jon back from below. Jon had to take a deep breath and calm down.

"So what about the fucking?"

"The food was still cooking. I broke away and turned off the stove and got a drink of water from the machine. I took him into the other room and sat back on the sofa. I pulled off my skirt so I was naked, lay back and just spread my legs."

"Geezuz, he must have been thanking the gods."

"Well, I knew he was expecting to get it from me, so what else could I do?"

"Ah...right...what else could you do? Are you sure you...anyway, forget it. How did he react?"

"He took off his t-shirt in a hurry, then just kneeled down between my legs and tried to put himself in there. But it was too tight, and I couldn't help, I didn't know what to do. He tried to fuck me about 3 times before he finally got in there."

"And what was it like, did you like it?"

"Ah, okay, I guess. Kinda weird. It took him so long to get all the way in, yeah. I had no idea how big I was down there, you know, I didn't think I'd be able to take the whole thing. Every time he pushed a bit further I thought that must be the whole thing by now, but then he'd keep pushing and opening me up more, I was afraid he'd end up in my stomach. Stupid, I know, but it was kinda scary, yeah."

"And you were successfully forgetting your boyfriend by then?"

"Oh yeah! I was thinking at the time that it was so easy to get a man, all you had to do was take off your pants and open your legs, I thought I had discovered the way to get lots of boys. Thankfully I didn't turn into a complete slut."

"So did he fuck you properly, or just open you up?"

"Oh yeah, he fucked me. After getting himself in there he was going all the way in and out thumping the daylights out of me, my breasts hurt from wobbling so much."

"Was there blood?"

"Oh yeah, it was all over him."

"Really, did he say anything, did he know you were a virgin?"

"Not at the start, I guess it was so easy for him to get me he assumed I fucked guys a lot. When he saw the blood, he really got excited, started going even harder."

"Did he last long?"

"Not bad, 10 or 15 minutes probably."

"Was he wearing a condom?"

"No." she said, sheepishly.

"Wow, lucky him. You'd not seen sperm before, yeah? Did you get a shock when he blew, he must have shot a fair amount if he was that excited?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I don't know."

"Where did his cum go?"

"Well...in there."

"What do you mean 'in there'? He came in your cunt?"

"Well...yeah." she said

"You got spermed on your first fuck?"

Therese said nothing, just kept grinding herself on Jon's dick.

"Therese, wait, stop, let me get this straight. He came in your cunt? On your very first fuck, you got spermed?"

"Wow, how did that feel?"

"I don't know, I didn't really know what was going on."

"Weren't you upset with him?"

"I don't know, he said he couldn't help it, that my...that I felt too good, that he just lost control."

"Yeah, no shit! You didn't get pregnant?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Right... What was it like, did you feel it coming?"

"Well, I felt something was happening, but I didn't know it was going to be that. He started groaning and I felt all this warm stuff, like it had been injected in there, then I knew what he'd done."

"Weren't you angry? You could have been pregnant."

"Well, not really, he said after he didn't like pulling out, said it didn't feel as good."

"Ah. Well, there you go." Jon raised his eyebrows. "So what happened after that?"

"He laid in me for a while, squeezing my breasts. I was a bit uncomfortable, I was starting to hurt, kinda stinging you know, but eventually he got soft and popped out. I went to the bathroom to soak up all the blood and sperm coming out of me."

"I still can't believe he spermed you, brave man. So what did you do after that?"

"Well, he'd got what he wanted, so not much. I found my clothes, got dressed and went home. Didn't even have dinner."

"Wow. But you saw him again?"

"Hmmm. Next day. He called and said he wanted it again."

"And you just went there and gave it to him?"

"Well, yeah, he'd already had it all, so not much point in holding back."

"And he spermed you again?"

"Well, I told you, he didn't like pulling out."

"And what did you think?"

"Well, I didn't care, it kinda felt nice to have a man lose control because of me."

"So what was the second fuck like?"

"Well, it wasn't just the second. I stayed there until Monday morning. Young boys can really do it and do it, don't you think?"

"How many times were you fucked?"

"I don't know, seemed like 20, but I don't know, 8 maybe"

"It didn't hurt you?"

"Not really. He told me I was a natural, I could take it as many times as he needed it."

"So what about your boyfriend? Didn't he wonder where you were?"

"Well, yeah, the phone kept ringing, I had to turn it off. I saw him Monday night, I was so tired, we had a big fight."

"So did you break it off? Perfect opportunity. Just show him the sperm in your underwear."

"Yeah, I know. But as soon as he accused me of being with someone, I just denied it. I don't know why. It just seemed natural, I didn't want to hurt him, I just wanted the whole thing to go away."

"But he found out eventually?"

"Yeah, but not for a while."

"How long is a while?"

"Hmm, half year, year maybe."

"Geezuz, you were doing that other guy for that long? I thought you said just a few times?"

"How often would he call you over?"

"I don't know, sometimes every night, after I'd been out with my boyfriend. Sometimes only a few times a week."

"What about his flatmates, where were they the whole time?"

"Huh, you did them, too?"

"No!" she screamed, hitting him on the arm, "I didn't fuck them. But they used to watch us, which I didn't like."

"Did they?"

"Those boys, they'd just walk into the bedroom or bathroom, wherever we were doing it, borrow CDs and stuff, then go out, looking the whole time. That guy wouldn't cover us up, I think he liked to show off."

"Whew. And you never got pregnant?"

"But he'd sperm you everytime?"

"Not always, he didn't always cum, but I guess it was just what we did, the way it was. I've always used a condom with other guys, but just never did with him."

"So what happened to the boyfriend?"

"Well, we were together pretty much the whole time, we didn't actually break up for about a year after I started with that other guy."

"And you never fucked the boyfriend. Ever?"

She shook her head.

"Geez, that poor bastard. You drop your pants for his friend behind his back everyday, but don't even let him see you naked."

"Hey, he saw me naked!"

"He did, did he?"

"Well, once. We got wet in the rain, so we had to take our clothes off back at his place and his parents were out. I was hanging my clothes all over to dry, yeah, bra, pants, everything, you should have seen him, he didn't know what to do. I had to tell him to get undressed. We went into the shower to warm up, he was too scared to touch me even, so I just got on my knees and gave him a blowjob. He lost it pretty quick."

"Do you swallow?"

"Yeah, but I'd done that to a couple of guys by then, so it wasn't a big deal, not to me at least, he was pretty impressed though."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, a couple of guys by then? Who else had you been blowing?"

"Well, that other guy, of course...and one of his flatmates."

"Flatmates? I thought you didn't touch them?"

"I didn't, not really, and I said I didn't fuck them, though that was just good luck."

"What do you mean?"

"One night round at that other guy's house we came back really drunk. That guy's just walked in and crashed on his bed. I was trying to watch TV out on the sofa cause my head was spinning so bad whenever I closed my eyes. The younger flatmate came out of his room and sat on the floor next to where I was. I guess he was trying to talk to me or something, I had no clue. I'm face down laid out on the sofa half sleeping, half mumbling, and he reaches around and pulls my pants right off in one hit -- I mean pants and pants, nothing on from the waist down. He just pulled them off, without saying anything, least I don't think he did. I had absolutely no energy. I didn't want him to do it, but I had no fight in me at all, I was just too tired. Then I hear his zip go and his jeans drop and I thought 'here we go, he's going to take me from behind'. As I said, I really didn't want to be fucked by this guy, but I was so tired he could have had me right there, I'd have just taken it from him. I felt him push open my thighs and thought for sure it was coming. But he scared the shit out of me by shoving his face between my legs and licking."

"You'd not had that before?"

"Oh, yeah, that other guy would do it, but I just wasn't expecting it, you know? So, I thought, he was maybe just getting me wet, that he was going to do me after, so when he pulled his face away again I'm thinking 'here it comes' and I lift my ass up a bit to take it. Instead he pulls me to the floor, sticks his ass end up near my face and goes down on me again. I get the picture and start blowing him. Ten minutes later I'm left sopping wet and he's halfway down my throat losing sperm. I didn't even taste it, half of it ended up in my lungs. Then he runs off to his room leaving me on the floor half naked and still coughing up sperm."

"Geez. So what did you do?"

"Nothing to do, I crawled back up to the sofa and fell asleep."

"With no pants on...?"

"Well, it hardly mattered, there wasn't anyone there who hadn't seen me naked every second day and by then two of the three of them had been up my cunt in one way or another. Funny thing was, when I woke up I was actually being fucked from behind like I'd expected the night before, and of course I think it's the young guy come to finish me off, yeah, but it was that other guy."

"Other guy as in the guy you were seeing?"

"Yeah, and of course clever me says 'oh, its you' as if I was surprised. So he looks over at the young guy, who is standing there watching us fuck as he always seemed to do and he just gives his head a big shake."

"The young guy. I think that guy suspected, but just couldn't believe it could happen, which technically was true, but only cause that young guy didn't have the sense to fuck when he could."

Jon thought she sounded just a bit disappointed.

"You know," said Jon "fucking you without a condom sounds good. But I'm not sure its such a good idea given all the strange sperm you've had in you."

"Hey, it was only ever that one guy, and anyway I've been tested twice this year and its been more than a year since...well, it's been a while since."

"Really?" said Jon. He pulled straight out of her cunt, took his left hand to the condom, ripped it off and plunged back into her.

"Hey, what about you?" Therese screamed. Jon ignored her. Enough talking, he was as hard as he'd ever been. With slimy cunt walls grabbing directly at his cock, this girl was going to get slam-fucked, then pregnant, if it was possible given her year of sperm without conception. Therese found herself swept up in a frenzy. Her ankles were behind her ears, she was sent up to ride like a cowgirl, she was flipped over and pummeled until her breasts bruised from jiggling.

The sperm went into her with her hips in the air and her face in the pillow, filling her womb like a water-balloon.

"Keep your ass up there." Jon told her as he pulled out of her depths "Don't lose any, let your body absorb it."

He was still chiseled marble. He crawled up to where Therese had her face in the pillow. He was lacquered in cunt juice and sperm. Therese knew what he wanted. Keeping her ass in the air, she moved over and began to clean him, like a cat cleans its kittens.

"How wong do I neeb to keeb my ass in za air?" she asked with her mouth full.

"Hold on, a bit longer."

She cleaned him til he was small and her knees hurt from holding her backside up.

"OK, stand up." Jon told her.

She stood and nothing dripped out.

"OK, very good." he said and she lay back down, exhausted.

"You're not going to fuck me again, are you." she said as a statement, not a question.

"Tonight? Sure I will."

"Yeah, okay, I'm not talking about tonight, I'm talking about you coming back here again."

"No, probably not."

"Hmmm." Therese looked down at his penis and cupped it in her hand, realizing just how much she had missed having a stiff one inside her.

"Maybe if I miss out one night I could give you a call." Jon suggested, not very helpfully "Or if you like, I could tee you up with some of my friends, I'm sure some of them would love to get into the pants of a beautiful young woman like you."

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Hey:) will you write a one shot where finchel are just-friends and single (and virgins) and one day/night when they’re hanging our together decide to play dirty truth or dare… Just without the truth;) so they use that app called “dirty game - truth or dare”, but just select dare and 2 players. Smut ensues. Please have them do like 10+ dares:) Maybe download the (free) app as well:) thanks soooop much if you write this:) xxxx
I can’t fix the spacing but la dee da you can still read it and that’s what matters.
Finn laid on his back head resting on Middle C of Rachel’s piano rug, tossing a baseball up and down and up and down and up and down. “You done yet?” He asked.
"You didn’t have to come over today, you know," Rachel snapped in reply. "I told you I had homework to do."
"Yeah, but it’s the third friday of senior year, my best friend’s dads are out of town, and that happens like…never. I wasn’t gonna miss it."
"What exactly is so enticing about my dads being gone anyway?" Rachel asked, scribbling down another answer. Its not like we’d do anything, she thought with a particularly jabbed period.
They were just best friends. Best friends who told each other absolutely everything, from how much her cramps hurt that month to his worries about college. If Finn liked Rachel as more than that, certainly it would have come up over the past seven years.
Not that he knew about her undisclosed emotions for him, but that was completely different! Finn had a girlfriend…five months ago.
"There’s a lot good about being home alone, Rach!" Finn replied, sitting up. "We can watch TV really loud, sing and dance with the music on high, talk about whatever shit we want wherever we want, make cookies at 2 am-"
"-You mean I can make cookies so that you can eat them at 2 am.”
"I’d help," Finn compromised with a cheeky grin.
She rolled her eyes fondly, poking a pink bookmark into the text’s crease and shutting all her homework. “You’ve convinced me. It’s a good idea to be home alone, starting….now!” Rachel started to tickle Finn madly, giggling.
"Ack, Rachel, no!" Finn shrieked back, swatting at her and grabbing at her wrists. They rolled around, laughing and battling for a few minutes until Rachel had been compromised, Finn’s straddling her on his knees with her wrists pinned above the halo of her hair. Finn leered down at her, saying, "Now this is what you do when you get a hot girl home alone.”
Rachel stuck her tongue out at Finn, still trying to wriggle out of his grip and ignore the flush under her cheeks. “You say things like that while on top of me and still wonder why people think we’re a couple?”
"It’d never work; I don’t date short girls."
Rachel hummed in admission. “And I don’t date football players.”
Finn barked a laugh. “Sam? Puck? No football players since when?”
"Since they’ve taken to cutting the circulation out of my hands!" Finn looked up at her hands, eyes widening as he quickly let go of her hands. He was midst apology when Rachel sprung up, hands knocking him back and ending right on his sides to tickle. "Victory!" She shrieked, topping it off with a cackle. She may have pushed a little harder than normal, her mind replaying that "I don’t date short girls" drivel, but no one could prove a thing.
"Ra-Rachel! Gerroff!"
She slipped a hand into Finn’s pocket, pulling out his cell phone as if that were her goal all along. She leapt onto her bed, deftly unlocking the iPhone in one try. “You should really change your password, Finny. It’s been the same for two months.” Rachel cooed, flipping through the phone as Finn recovered. For being half Finn’s size, Rachel was excellent at playing keep-away, even as he sprawled on top of her, trying to rescue the iPhone. “Woah, what’s this?! Did you get a new app?”
"Don’t look at that!"
"Why not?" She laughed, looking closer. “‘Dirty Game- Truth or Dare’. Why, Finn! Does Carole know?!"
Honestly, Rachel was a little hurt she didn’t know.
"Puck put it on there," he grunted, still reaching after Rachel’s quick movements.
Rachel let Finn get it out of her hand at last, letting them both sit up in normal positions. She raised her eyebrows teasingly at Finn. “Puck did, really? Ooooh, did you two lovebirds have fun playing?”
"Shut up, Rachel. You’ve been hanging out with Santana too much- he just put it on there because it’s cool or something. Maybe for idiot horndogs like him, but when you’re single and a not e-"
"So you don’t want to play?" Rachel’s words tumbled out of her mouth before she knew what she was doing. One glance at Finn’s dish-eyed expression and she had her hands plastered over her mouth, trying to push the offensive words back in.
"Like…with….you? Right now?"
He didn’t look…opposed to the idea. Just shocked. Rachel steeled herself, dropping her hands daintily to her lap and giving a curt nod. “Consider it like this- we’re both seniors, we’re both virgin seniors, we’re very best friends…I dont know I’ll be this physically and emotional comfortable with another boy, especially one so attractive as you.” She took a deep breath, trying to read Finn’s mind from the tiny upturn of his lips. “We don’t have to do a single thing the other one doesn’t want to. We were each other’s first kiss, it’s not like doing these things with each other to, um, ‘get it over with’ is very foreign to either of us.”
Finn’s smile disappeared with a sigh. “Rachel, that first kiss…We were twelve, and you…I wasn’t trying to ‘get it over with’, I really-“
Rachel waved her hand. “Finn, you just said it- we were twelve. We’re seniors now, and I want to take advantage of an empty home and play Noah’s stupid game.
Finn bit his lip, then stared hard at Rachel and nodded. “Okay. But one rule- I don’t want to do the truths. They’re all stupid and we know them all already.”
"How do you know that?"
"I’ve looked at this app before, Rachel," Finn said with an eyeroll. "Yes, by myself; keep the smart remarks to yourself."
"You know I’d never really tease you, Finnikins,” Rachel said with a bat of her eyelashes.
"Somehow I don’t believe that, CareBerr.”
Rachel scootched away from Finn with a protesting noise. “You are not allowed to use Daddy’s petname before we play an erotic iPhone app!”
Finn laughed, singing, “That’s what you get!” as he reopened the app, setting up a two-player game. “I’m going first.” Dramatically, Finn swirled his finger in the air and brought it down onto ‘Dare’. “Okay, it says I have to….lick my partner’s ears.”
"It says that?!" Rachel balked. "That’s not dirty, that’s just weird!"
"Right, like you didn’t bite Puck’s ears when you guys got hot and heavy."
Rachel’s face lit bright red. “He told you that?!”
"You didn’t exactly date a gentleman when you picked him, y’know," Finn answered, moving closer to her. "Now, hold still so I can lick your ears."
Still upset at the loss of trust, Rachel didn’t pay much heed to Finn crawling over towards her. True, she and Finn kept almost nothing quiet, including sexual things, but that particular makeout had a bit too much imagining his face for her to be comfortable having Finn know its intimate details.
She was brought back to earth when Finn softly pushed her hair behind her ear, leaning in and breathing softly on her ear. Surprised by the sensation, Rachel giggled and angled her head away from Finn.
"Hey, get back here!" Finn said, taking her chin in his hand to hold her steady. He cautiously touched Rachel’s ear with his tongue, making her laugh even louder. "Stop it! I’m trying to be sexy!"
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" Rachel apologized between laughs. She took a deep breath, turning to smile at Finn. Collapsing into another fit of giggles, Rachel couldn’t stop until Finn was pouting, arms crossed over his chest. She closed her eyes, changing the scene- Finn was her boyfriend, breathing dirty words down her neck and peeling off that cashmere sweater. Shivering in delight, Rachel nodded. "Okay, I’m ready now."
She could feel the breath just as imagined, Finn’s tongue finding her earlobe and curling masterfully up to the top of it. Chilled air hit the moisture, heightening Rachel’s senses as she tightened her grip on her own knees. He took the top of her ear between his teeth gently, teasing it with his tongue as her eyelids fluttered. “The other one now,” Finn narrated, voice husky. Gentle fingers moved the curtain of her hair again, hot breath making Rachel feel hot in far more places than her ears. He was just as loving with this ear as the first, and as Rachel realized what he’d done to her slight kink, she couldn’t hold in a slight whimper.
Finn backed off, asking, “Did I hurt you?”
Rachel opened her eyes and looked at him before turning away, cheeks tinting in embarrassment. Quickly, she swallowed her arousal. “No, no, you were fine. It’s my turn for the dare.” She put out her hand expectedly, taking the phone and clicking the button for the next dare. Rachel bit back a smile as she read aloud, “Pass a candy to your partner using just the lips.”
Daintily, Rachel hopped off her bed and opened up her desk drawer. “I happen to have an emergency candy drawer for late night practices and low blood sugar.”
"How come I didn’t know that?!"
"Because I actually like having candy in here,” she replied, teasing. Rachel rejoined him on the bed and unwrapped the dark chocolate kiss. “Get ready, Finn,” she sang. Popping the tapered top into her mouth, the candy stuck out around her puckered lips. Rachel crooked her finger seductively, making Finn grin.
He got as close as possible, Rachel suddenly worrying the candy might melt before anything happened. Finn leaned in, wrapping his own lips over the other edge of the candy. Their lips just barely touched, Finn’s on top of hers. And then, surprising Rachel entirely, Finn’s tongue wrapped around the candy. It poked into her mouth, coated in chocolate and holy shit Finn’s tongue was in her mouth, if only for a second, popping the chocolate into his own mouth. For good measure, Rachel kept leaning in, kissing Finn. And he was kissing her back. Her heart rate was picking up, and she didn’t pull back until four kisses later. Rachel was flustered, Finn clearly so himself as he adjusted his seat on the bed. “Good chocolate,” he offered to break the tension.
"It’s your turn," Rachel said as she pushed the phone towards him.
Rachel watched Finn swallow the kiss and get to the next dare. “‘Place an ice cube on your partner’s navel until it melts. Your partner can’t use hands to keep it in place, and you can only use your lips.’ You don’t happen to have ice conveniently in a drawer in here too, do you?”
"Nope, just the kitchen." She shook her head in pride, Finn looking at her expectantly. "It’s your dare, big guy. Go get the ice cube yourself." She grinned as he grumbled and left to get the ice. Rachel’s grin lasted until the moment Finn left her room, falling back on her bed and groaning. This was going to be the most sexually frustrating sleepover in eternity, if she couldn’t even kiss the damn boy of her dreams while he did these things to her.
About a minute later, Finn came back, ice already melting in his hands. “Are you…getting ready or something?”
She lifted up her head, laughing at herself. “Um, yes.” Rachel reached down to her midriff, pulling the sweater and undershirt up to meet her bra. Her tanned stomach raised and lowered with her breathing as Finn walked over.
He straddled her, lower than when they’d tickled, and put the ice on her navel. Rachel gasped in shock at the sensation, Finn’s hands automatically reaching to fix it. “Oh, right, no hands,” he mumbled, holding them behind himself. Awkwardly, he moved his hands back again, on either side of Rachel, and bent down.
And that’s what made her breathing pick up. Seeing Finn’s head that dangerously low, added to the sensation of the ice…it was a bit much. Rachel’s senses were all alight, making it almost impossible to stay still. Her rapid breathing moved the ice around, Finn’s nimble tongue pushing it back and forth towards its resting place. She shut her eyes to contain herself, but dammit, each time that hot tongue pressed on her freezing stomach, Rachel practically rose off the bed. It was a few incredible, intense minutes before she felt Finn sit up. “It’s…melted,” he told her.
"Good," Rachel mumbled, sitting up and moving away. She pulled her shirt back down, taking a deep breath. "This game is very sexually frustrating," she announced.
"I think that’s the point, Rach," Finn said, looking a little proud of himself.
She smiled, shaking her head and putting out a hand. Finn put the iPhone in her hand, letting Rachel read her dare. At last- equality! “Stroke your partner’s T-shirt or pants until you see the pants move or t-shirt stiffen.”
Finn looked horrified, making Rachel roll her eyes. “Please, Finn. Don’t look like getting a boner around me is going to be the worst thing in the world.”
"Uh, that’s…not…the issue." He assured her. Looking down at his pants, Finn gave a weak laugh. "It’s just…uh…gonna be pretty easy for you."
Rachel bit her lip to hide an amused smile, trying not to move into position too quickly. She sat knee-to-knee with Finn, hands on his thighs. “Ready?” When he gave the nod, she immediately palmed him.
And immediately, Finn’s warning made sense. He was already half-hard, and already she could feel his impressive size. After indulging in a few seconds of holyshitmyhandisonFinn’sdick, Rachel began to stroke. Up and down, feeling exactly where his business was. Finn seemed to whine, looking up at the ceiling as Rachel just felt. And she could feel him moving from her attention.
So maybe she was breaking the rules, going farther than the game said. Finn wasn’t stopping her…so Rachel kept stroking. Now very prominent through his jeans, she traced the shape of his penis along the front, down the sides, from the bottom to the top. She chewed on her lip as her heart picked up, Finn getting more and more turned on. His whines were interspersed with labored breaths, even one guttural ”Rachel,” before a hand gripped her wrist.
She looked up at him, feigning innocence. Finn almost laughed at her. “Rach, I think it moved.”
Rachel blushed. “Sorry.” She backed off, pulling her hands around her knees.
"Don’t be," Finn said, even as he now looked uncomfortable finding a seat. "You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined that…shit, but I don’t want to come in my pants with you doing that.”
She perked up, her heart squeezing. If Finn had imagined her sexually, he’d probably imagined her romantically, too. “You’ve imagined it? What happened to total openness in every subject about eachother?”
"So I lied a little bit…I’m being open about it now, Rach. And with the look on your face when you touched my pants, I don’t think I was the only one holding back."
Rachel chuckled, because Finn was definitely right about that. Playing with her hands in her own lap, she chanced a glance up at her best friend. “How long have you thought about me like that?”
In reply, Finn put his finger against Rachel’s lips. “Now, now, Rach. We agreed ‘no truth, only dare’. And it’s my turn.” She stuck her tongue out at him, but still handed Finn the phone. Before he pressed the button, Finn looked back at her. “But you should know…long  enough that those feelings were why Quinn and I didn’t work out.”
Before Rachel could bring in too much talking and too many feelings, he chose the next dare and read it aloud. “Unhook your partner’s bra and take it off her body, using only one hand.” Finn grinned mischeavously at Rachel, putting down the phone. “C’mere, you.”
Rachel couldn’t help but laugh at Finn’s flirtatious growl. It was silly, but somehow loving, somehow sensual. It was just so perfectly…Finn. Besides, his recent confession seemed to make everything between them lighter and yet so muh more real. So she scooted closer, turning her back to Finn.
Awkwardly, but curiously, he slid a hand up her back. Rachel tingled at his fingers skating along the skin, fumbling with the hook. Suppressing giggles, Rachel held her own hair as Finn worked. “Got it!” he cheered, just as she felt the underwear fall slack.
"You have to get it off, Hudson,” Rachel reminded as the giggle escaped.
"Uh…with your sweater on?" Rachel nodded, almost evilly. Finn begrudgingly groaned. As he pushed and pulled at the straps, messing with the sleeves, Rachel finally gave in and stopped his hand. "Okay, Finn. I’ll take it off… but you have to swear to stay to my back."
"Ra-chel,” Finn whined.
She smirked before looking over her shoulder at him. “What, do you want to see my boobs or something?”
"Come on, Rach. You’ve known I wanted to see them since they…happened."
Rachel snorted. “That wasn’t very romantic. For that, I maintain my demands. No peeking.”
"Fine," he grumbled. Satisfied, Rachel carefully pulled off her sweater, holding it on her lap. "One of these dares is probably gonna make you show them to me." Rachel didn’t answer, just smiled small enough Finn couldn’t see it. The idea of being so vulnerable, so sexy, so available to Finn was more than enticing. Especially considering he wanted her, obviously…the only thing stopping her from giving him exactly what he wanted was pride. Pride and the allure of this cat and mouse game, where she held a bit more power.
Finn’s fingers ran lightly over the expanse of exposed back, sending shivers down Rachel’s spine. Barely, she could pick up whispers. “God”, “You’re so sexy,” and simply “Rachel” narrated as his one hand took hold of a strap. He gently led it down and helping, Rachel slid her arm out. His fingers were wandering, touching the bare side of her breast as Finn moaned. Gasping, Rachel let him.
She could feel him pressed against her back as the bra hung loose down her front. Rachel’s eyes flitted to the side to see Finn staring straight ahead, trying his best not to look down and break that promise. His hand, however, was taking the scenic route up to her other shoulder. Her chest rose and fell with shuddered breaths under Finn’s feverish touch. Instinctually, a hand grabbed his as fingers grazed a nipple. She could feel herself wetter than ever before, holding Finn’s hand over her racing heart.
"You….need to keep up with the dare, Finn," Rachel breathed. Against her own head, she could feel him nod and Rachel released his hand. It went right to her shoulder then, sliding the rest of the bra down and off.
Rachel pulled the sweater back over her head and chest, “lest we be distracted,” she explained.
"Yeah…you have very distracty boobs," Finn agreed with a blush. "They’re awesome. Not that I saw them, but….yeah."
Smiling, Rachel leaned in and pecked the corner of his mouth. “Thanks. My turn.” Blushing slightly, she clicked through on the app for the next dare. Rachel read aloud, “Take off your partner’s underwear using only your teeth.” She set the phone down and grinned. “Unbutton, Finny!”
Finn didn’t need to be asked again; he didn’t even sass Rachel for the nickname. Pushing his jeans all the way off, he laid down flat in just his boxer-briefs.
Rachel hummed appreciatively, running her hand along his legs as she settled into place above him. “Now this…. this was always one of my favorite day-dreams.”
Finn apparently agreed, his hips jumping a bit as her warm voice played over his navel. “See…told you….you’ve been holding back, too.”
"I had an excuse. You had a girlfriend and I promised not to make things awkward for you, back when you first started dating and I said I didn’t like her."
"I only told you to keep that to yourself because it hu-hurt being so close to having….to having you…without having you."
Rachel ran fingers over his abs, hoping to stay seductive and not ruin it, expressing the joy she felt at this conversation. “Let’s work on our communication later. I have a dare to do.”
Finn took a deep breath. The sheets pooled around him were already mussed out of recognizable order, so he gripped two handfuls of fabric and nodded.
Nose nuzzling Finn’s hipbone, she pulled his waistband into her teeth. Rachel straddled Finn then, slowly dragging down. The fabric caught on his erect member, but she lovingly pulled it up and over.
The sight made Rachel bite harder on the fabric, her eyes less than an inch away from Finn’s oversized dick. Erect for her. She wanted to touch it, lick it, hold it, god….but Rachel was nothing if not a rule-follower, and this called for only the teeth. So obediently, she continued to drag the underwear down. Along his thighs, over his knees, past the calves, off the feet.
Rachel sat up, dropping the boxer-briefs from her mouth, eyes still trained on his dick. “Baby, like that, you looked like an animal,” Finn commented. Rachel looked up to meet his eyes, if only for a second, before looking back down. “Hey,” Finn growled, sitting up and covering himself with his hands. “If I can’t see your boobs, you can’t see my business.”
Huffing, Rachel crossed her arms. She glared at Finn before sputtering, “Even after I said all that?”
Finn nodded. “The boob thing was right after I said all my shit, so, yeah. Even after all that.”
"I….I suppose that’s fair, but it’s your turn now."
He laughed and nodded, flipping to the app. “Kiss your partner’s feet and legs all the way up to the inner thigh.” Finn grinned, directing Rachel to lay down. Once she was in a better position (and staring up at the ceiling, as he insisted), he got on hands and knees over her now-sockless feet. Finn held her ankle up in both hands, kissing it softly. He pressed his lips along her, moving higher and higher.
The farther north Finn’s mouth moved, the father south Rachel’s blood flowed. Tongue caressed her calf as he worked, lips moving around her knee. The kisses got more sensual as he moved and soon, Rachel’s hands were pulling at the bedsheets. Her head was tossed to the side, catching her breath as hot breath tickled sensitive inner thigh.
Finn sucked and licked and nipped. Rachel’s legs were spread, the foot of her dry leg curling desperately into the bed. He continued work, hands tenderly holding her in place, and didn’t let up until a shiny hickey marked his spot. Satisfied, he gave it a little kiss and sat up between her legs. “Alright. Your turn.”
She looked up at Finn as if he were crazy. “Give me a moment, Finn.”
Finn looked at her face in pride and amusement. “Babe, all I did was kiss you!”
"First of all," she said with closed eyes, "The ‘Babe’ thing isn’t speeding this up any. Secondly, I did a lot less to get you hard, so don’t be like that."
Chuckling, Finn leaned over and kissed her cheek. Rachel grabbed his wrist with one hand, her other hand redirecting Finn’s mouth to her own. A gentle kiss quickly turned deeper, but when Finn’s still exposed dick poked her thigh, Rachel broke off. “My turn,” she exhaled.
The two sat up, grabbing the iPhone. Finn ran fingers through Rachel’s hair as she softly read the next dare. “‘Blindfolded, you must kiss three specific body parts chosen by the other player. Guess the exact location without using hands.’ I have the perfect thing for that!”
Rachel jumped up from her spot on the bed, skipping over to her closet and pulling out a dark blue scarf. “We really could have used this for some of those ‘no hands’ dares,” she commented, sitting down and tying it around her head.
"We’ll have to do that later, then. I can probably think of a few dares on my own."
Rachel grinned wordlessly, blushing as she tied. She could, too.
Once ready, Rachel faced Finn’s voice. “I can’t see a thing, I promise.”
"Then I dare…I dare you to kiss my lips."
"Finn…babe, that’s easy,” Rachel purred. She followed his voice, hands on either side of him. Rachel let her mouth line up with his steady breath, pressing lips against his. Finn’s hands buried themselves in her hair, holding Rachel against him as their lips danced. She sucked on his upper lip until Finn’s tongue prodded her, opening slightly for him. Rachel moaned in delight, rubbing hers gently against his before it darted back out. And she pulled off, catching her breath. “Where next?”
"My….my collar." Obediently, Rachel moved lower. Her lips grazed down Finn’s chin, along his jaw and down his neck, mouthing as she went. He groaned, clearly not upset with her method. Rachel’s fingers pulled at the neckline of his shirt, exposing more- it wasn’t breaking the rules if she’d already found the spot, certainly. She let her lips lead to the collar, nipping before kissing.
"And the third?" Rachel purred before kissing his collarbone again.
"My mouth again."
"You’re boring," Rachel teased, propelling herself up to peck his lips. "Naked from the waist down and you want me to kiss your mouth?”
Finn untied the scarf from around her head, throwing it behind him. His hands returned behind her head to keep her gaze on his loving eyes. “I always want you to kiss my mouth.” Proving his point, Finn kissed her again, much deeper than the last peck.
After Finn broke off the kiss, he combed his fingers out of Rachel’s hair and down her back. “Whose turn is it now?”
"Um. Yours." Rachel grabbed the iPhone and gave it to Finn to click.
He laughed triumphantly, showing the screen off to Rachel. Reading it out loud as her eyes caught up, Finn announced, “‘Hug each other topless.’ Your sweater comes off.”
Rachel couldn’t help but laugh. She poked Finn. “Yours, too, Mr.’I-won’t-swim-without-my-shirt-on’. And I want to see yours off, first.”
"What? That’s not fair! It’s my dare! And I’m already…" He gestured to his naked lap, "…exposed!"
"Exactly, Hudson! So, strip!"
Finn grumbled as he pulled the shirt and undershirt off, throwing them somewhere else. “Happy?” He asked, now entirely naked Rachel’s eyes raked over him, a stupid smile stuck on her face and she nodded in agreement.
"I will never understand why you’re so hesitant about yourself shirtless. Finn, you’re so sexy.”
Finn sighed. “Rachel, I’ve seen those other guys. I’ve seen Sam, and Puck, and Mike…and I’m downright…chubbytown.”
Rachel shook her head and moved closer, running her hands over his pecs and down to his stomach. “You’re so wrong. Those guys, especially Sam…they’re so defined it’s actually scary. You’re real, baby. You’re perfect.” She moaned through her closed mouth as Rachel’s hands explored, feeling Finn sit up a little more confidently with each curious stroke. When she teased a nipple, Finn groaned a bit, too.
Finally, he stilled her hand. “As nice as that is…it’s your turn.” He ran his hands down to her sides, holding the sweater.
"Ooh, you’re gonna help?" Rachel asked, teasing in her voice. Gladly, she raised her arms above her head.
Finn tugged the sweater up and off quickly, staring in dumbfounded delight as Rachel’s boobs fell into place. From her toned, trim stomach to the perfect valley between her chest, he couldn’t look away. “You’re so beautiful,” Finn cooed, wringing his hands to stop from inappropriate touching.
Rachel giggled, taking his hand in hers. She brought it to the side of her breast, telling him breathily, “You can touch, Finn. I touched your chest.”
Finn whimpered, falling in closer to Rachel. His thumb played over his boob, another hand roving down over Rachel’s stomach. Rachel’s breathing grew labored, her eyelids fluttering. “Finn,” she mumbled, chest arching into his hand. “Finn, we need…the dare.”
Finn looked up at her from staring down at her and nodded, moving closer still. He put his arms around her, tugging Rachel’s chest in against his own. Rachel purred in contentment, setting her head on Finn’s shoulder as she just embraced the feeling of skin on skin.
His hands moved along Rachel’s back, the two holding the hug for about a minute. Finally, Finn pressed a kiss to the apple of Rachel’s cheek and pulled away. “One more dare. It’s…um…your turn, I think.”
"Yeah," Rachel agreed, scooting back. She gave Finn another once over, from his chest to his dick, before grabbing the phone. She clicked dare, giving a guttural laugh. "Lick chocolate off of your partner’s body," she read in the same voice. Immediately, Rachel jumped off the bed and sashayed over to her chocolate drawer, pulling out another chocolate kiss. Walking back to the bed, she rolled it between her hands to warm it up.
"Lay down, handsome." Rachel requested. She straddled him, skirt hiked up around her stomach and lightly playing against his thighs. Finn looked up at her and swallowed nervously. Rachel opened the kiss, holding the tapered edge in hand, and slowly, lovingly, drew a chocolate line along Finn’s lower abdomen, hipbone to hipbone, tantalizingly and just barely avoiding his member.
By the time her line was done, chocolate had melted all over Rachel’s hand. She bit her lip mischievously  “Can I touch-” Rachel looked down, Finn’s eyes following hers to his erect dick, “-there?”
Realizing the ramifications of allowing that, he nodded. Rachel reached down with a chocolatey hand and gripped him, eliciting a gasp as she held tight and pulled the hand off.
Rachel bent over Finn and pressed her tongue to his hipbone. She almost bit herself as his hips jumped at the mere contact. Rachel smirked as she pushed him down, laving along the chocolate. She kissed a little here, licked a little there, letting Finn’s whimpers guide her. Bare breasts lay across Finn’s legs as Rachel lapped up the chocolate. Finally, all that was left was his dick, spilling with excitement.
Her heart pounded as she changed her straddling position. This was unlike anything she’d ever, ever done…save for a few dreams during the lonely days and quiet nights. She held his base, one thumb moving up and down. Finn groaned, sputtering out, “Rachel, oh, god, please baby girl. Rachel, I want you.”
Encouraged, she lowered her lips to his tip. Cautiously, Rachel kissed once before moving slightly away. She put her tongue against Finn’s shaft, wrapping around it and licking the length, just barely tinged with chocolate. Finn gasped, his hips jumping and his mouth spewing profanities. The chocolate was gone, but now that Rachel had a taste, she couldn’t settle for just that. The pounding in her own crotch agreed.
She brought her lips back to the tip, this time with more insistence. Opening wide, she lowered her mouth onto Finn and sucked. He gasped, pulling the fitted sheet right off its corner. “Rachel!” Finn gasped. Her eyes looked up at him, reading first surprise and then delight as a sign to keep going.
She mouthed up and down, getting bolder and wrapping her tongue around him. Finn’s hips jumped, pushing himself farther into Rachel’s mouth, and she’d never been more grateful for a missing gag-reflex. Finn’s words and noises encouraged her, mouthing up and down and sucking hard. His thrusts were getting consistent, and Rachel quickly worked to meet him.
"Shit, baby, I’m- I’m- I’m…" Finn groaned out loud as Rachel got even lower on him. He shot down her throat and fell against the bed. Rachel slid off of his dick and wiped her mouth daintily. She sat up, licking lips proudly. "Shit," Finn repeated, catching his breath.
Rachel giggled and laid down right against him. She put a hand on his chest, looking up at his face. “So….can I add blow-jobs to my list of oral talents?”
Finn looked at her, giving her that expression he only ever shared when she sang a solo or bested some bully with sheer brilliance. “Oh, my god, Rach,” Finn said. He grabbed her face and pulled her in for a powerful kiss.
"I didn’t get the chance to try any exotic techniques, like humming, but once we’ve practiced enough that you have longer endurance, I’m certain-"
"Oh my god, I love you," Finn laughed, kissing her again. He pulled off faster and before Rachel could reciprocate, biting his lip. "Um."
"You love me?" Rachel asked, stunned.
"Yeah, I totally, totally do, but this was probably not the best moment to tell you that. I don’t just love you because of a kickass blow-job. I just, like, I just thought about that because only you would do something like that, and then say something like that. You’re already planning how to make it better. I just love how Rachel you are, Rachel.”
Rachel melted into a smile, pulling in for another kiss. “I love how Finn you are, Finn. And I completely, irrevocably love you, too.”
Finn nibbled her lip, then threw his legs over hers. “It’s my turn for another dare.”
"Aren’t you exhausted?" Rachel asked, laughing.
"Maybe I want to repay the girl I love," he answered, sitting up over her and grabbing the phone. He pressed ‘dare’, made a face and clicked it again. Finn ignored Rachel’s shrieks that he was cheating, three clicks later cheering, "aha! ‘Kiss your partner down there.’" He looked down at Rachel, throwing her a half-smile as her mouth froze around a complaint, no noise coming out.
"Remember, Rach," Finn went on, "I don’t have to do any dare you’re not comfortable with."
"NoImcomfortablewiththat," she exhaled. Finn grinned at her, throwing the phone away. He crawled lower down Rachel, pulling off her skirt and panties when she lifted her hips for him.
Finn stared at the girl, completely naked before him and glistening in need. “Rachel, you’re beautiful,” he cooed, moving closer. She could see him shaking as Finn asked, “…you’re sure?”
"I thought you were the one who wanted this dare, babe," Rachel asked in a low voice.
"I do," he squeaked, "I just…want to be sure you’re okay."
"Finn. I want you. I’ve wanted you for years. Kiss me.”
Finn bit back a goofy grin, asking, “French kiss okay?”
Rachel laughed, spreading her legs wider in answer. “Stop stalling and eat me.”
"So vulgar," Finn teased, visibly easing. He lowered closer to her, kissing the hickey he left earlier. Rachel hummed in pleasure, feeling herself get even wetter. Finn kissed her inner thighs, fingers teasing her stomach as she quivered. His fingers moved closer to her, and eventually he palmed her.
Rachel rose off the bed, gasping at the contact. “Finn, oh, god!”
"You’re so wet, Rach," he replied, fingers curling and brushing her before pulling off. She whimpered. He kissed closer and closer, lips quivering as they touched her, quivering even more. "I love you," he breathed, so quiet Rachel almost couldn’t hear over the pounding of her heart.
Finn kissed around, looking for the spot every girl had, according to Puck. He let the writing and incredibly sexy moaning be his guide, finally finding that clit. Finn kissed it. Rachel grabbed the sheets and whimpered. He sucked. Her eyes rolled back and her hips jumped with a shriek.
It didn’t take much of Finn’s oral attention to get her bucking, especially the way his thumbs teased the junctions at her legs. Getting brave, he laved his tongue through Rachel’s folds. His tongue pressed deep into her, tasting Rachel’s sweet arousal. She mewled, arching and pushing closer to his mouth and tongue. Finn started to swirl his tongue around, the probing muscle pressing against all her walls.
The feeling was too much, too intense, and Rachel couldn’t seem to shriek loud enough to express it. Everything was on fire, and then his thumb moved even closer to his mouth, pressing and rubbing on her clit. Bucking faster, Rachel could feel her climax coming. With a whining gasp, she came on Finn’s mouth. She panted as he pulled off, licking his lips before wiping his mouth.
"Finn," Rachel said in a wavering voice. A sexed-out smile crossed her features, and she crooked a finger towards him. "C’mere."
He crawled over to her, laying their naked bodies gently on top of one another. Rachel laced her fingers into his messy hair, kissing him deeply. She licked her lips, making a face. “That’s what I taste like?”
"Baby, I love what you taste like.” Finn promised, pecking her softly.
Rachel hummed in pleasure, running hands all over his body. “I love you.”
"And I’m gonna have to thank Puck for that app."
"About that-" Rachel started. She paused, long enough for Finn to look at her with concern. "I have one more dare."
"Aren’t you exhausted?" Finn parroted, kissing her cheek.
"I dare you to be my boyfriend," she whispered.
"I dare you to try and stop me."
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Amateur Introductions

Amateur Introductions video
Amateur Introductions video
Studio: Amateur Allure (2013)
Director: Unknown
Runtime: 1:45:00

Where nice girls come to swallow cum!

New cutie Christie is put to the test in a red-hot oral audition that has her milking a huge load onto her tongue!

Another brand new hottie named Madison shows up for a oral audition. She drops to her knees and takes cock down her throat.

Despite her sweet & innocent looks, Bailey describes herself as a "very sexual" person.

Zoey Foxx returns to take on Ray and his buddy Lucas for a quick & dirty threesome suck & fuck-fest.

Maddy a fiery redhead happened to need a good fuck, and heard Ray could take care of things.

Rikki, a beautiful Latina who works at a coffee shop near Ray's place. Ray just loves her pretty smile and NATURAL 36DD tits.

Beautiful, blonde, and only 18 years old, Samantha has the tightest little body. She eagerly sucks & fucks Ray's big cock for a hot load down her throat.

Stunning blonde Zoey Monroe, a dental assistant from Michigan with amazing oral skills and a naughty side that she's been hungry to unleash.

Carmen is in the shower when Ray sneaks up on her with his camera. She decides to treat Ray to a post-audition BJ right there in the bathroom.

Claire swings by to blow both Ray and his buddy Justin and sucks down two big hot loads!


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