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I was so fucking anxious for my sweet Cheryl to arrive. We had been apart for four months, ever since I went away to college (she was eighteen and still finishing her last year in high school.) My first semester away from her, I couldn’t believe how turned on I got every time I thought of her. I swear, my cock was hard half the time, even while I sat through the most boring college lectures. All I could think about was Cheryl and how we had explored so many ways to make love. Not that Cheryl was experienced at all. She definitely had a lot to learn, and was still pretty shy about some things. I managed to be patient about the things she said that she didn’t like, because it felt so good just to be naked and touching her amazing body. She was gorgeous and curvaceous, and my cock in her tight young pussy felt like she was milking my balls dry every time we fucked. Of course, I made suggestions from time to time, just to see if Cheryl was interested in trying out new things. I soon found out that while she loved to be touched and kissed and licked almost anywhere on her body, she was very squeamish about having me explore her back door. No matter how much she moaned and groaned as I ate her pussy and finger-fucked her, thick honey running down from her pussy to the crack of her ass, Cheryl did not want my fingers probing there. And as much as she enjoyed squeezing my balls and milking my cock, there were places she wouldn’t let her own fingers go, so naturally I always dreamed of having her put a finger inside me as I would cum for her. I daydreamed about oral sex with Cheryl all the time. Maybe this was because so far, this was one thing we hadn’t yet explored. I’d often hoped she would take me into her mouth when she was jerking my cock with both hands, on her knees between my legs, my cock only inches from her face. But she told me she wasn’t ready to kiss it, lick it, or suck it. I was dying for a blowjob every time she got Ataşehir Escort me hard. For now, as hot and satisfying as it was to fuck Cheryl, she had no intention of doing anything but wrapping her little hands around my shaft and pumping me to a quick orgasm. So, as many times as I had fantasized about Cheryl, and about fucking her senseless the next time I saw her, my favorite fantasies were about the things she had never done (at least not yet.) I was dying to have her caress and squeeze my balls as she licked and deep-throated my cock. I wanted her to slobber all over my dick until saliva was dripping from her chin and onto her tits, as she cupped my balls and fingered my asshole until I shot my load into her eagerly sucking mouth. Sigh…for now, only a fantasy. Yesterday was the day that Cheryl was finally coming to visit me. We would have a blissful week together at my apartment. I was in the shower, my heart already pounding with the thought of her arrival, now only minutes away. I had told her that I couldn’t wait to see her, kiss her, touch her, make sweet love to her. I didn’t tell her I wanted to fuck her senseless in a dozen different new ways, but that’s what I was thinking. For now, all I told her was that I would be freshly showered and perfectly clean, all hers for the taking, the minute she walked in the door. Knowing she was by now only a few blocks away, I unlocked my front door so she could walk right in. Soon the warm water was cascading over me and I had lathered myself up, trying not overdo it with the attention I was giving to my cock and balls. I heard the door open. I knew it was her at last, and my cock began to harden despite my efforts not to jack off as I cleaned myself. Soon I heard footsteps right outside the shower, and said, “Cheryl, I’m so glad you’re here! Can you give me a hand, please, baby? I want you to touch me so bad!” I was surprised that Cheryl Ataşehir Escort Bayan said nothing – there was just the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back very slowly. I loved the way she was teasing me! My cock and balls were all lathered up and I was dying for her touch. With my back to the shower spray, I put my palms up against the wall and leaned forward as the curtain was slowly opening up. Anticipating Cheryl’s sweet little hands around my aching shaft, I closed my eyes and groaned. “Oh my god, baby – please, Cheryl. Stroke my cock, baby, get me nice and hard. Sweetie, I’ve missed you so much!” Gently at first, with teasing fingertips, then with growing aggressiveness and eagerness, my first hot soapy handjob in four months began. It felt so fucking good and in no time, my cock was throbbing and so hard and swollen I couldn’t believe it. She was gripping me with two hands, milking my shaft hard and fast. Hearing that slippery sound of hot soap, lathering up on my stone hard cock, was about to send me over the edge. If Cheryl had wanted to, she could have made me cum in another thirty seconds. Sensing this, her hands suddenly pulled away and the curtain was pulled closed. My eyes flew open; I could hear her heavy breathing on the other side of the curtain, but she still had not said anything. “Cheryl,” I said, “is everything OK? It feels so good baby, please don’t stop!” But there was no answer. Sensing something was not right, I pulled the curtain away to ask Cheryl why she still hadn’t spoken a word. It was then that I got the shock of my life. Standing there was an incredibly gorgeous brunette in her late thirties. She was twice my age, dressed in a low-cut silk blouse that showed off her full breasts to perfection. Dressed in a tight, short skirt and heels, she was a vision of erotic beauty – and she was a total fucking stranger! “Oh my god, who the fuck are you?” Escort Ataşehir I yelled. But my cock, dripping soapy lather and throbbing at full hardness, was pointing straight at her. And she didn’t bother answering me or even looking me in the eye. She just stared at my soapy hard cock. She didn’t say anything at first, as I just stood there in disbelief staring at her. I couldn’t help letting my eyes roam over every inch of her. She was fucking gorgeous from head to toe. Then she spoke, her voice still a little breathless from her exertions while stroking my cock. “First of all,” she said, “my name’s Amy; please stop calling me Cheryl, OK, honey?” She laughed flirtatiously and began to undo the buttons on her blouse. I was completely dumbfounded – I just stared at the unbelievable vision of sexiness before me. She told me she had been approached about thirty minutes ago in a coffee shop, by a young girl who said she was looking for her boyfriend’s apartment. For some reason Cheryl had told Amy that her boyfriend would be in the shower and she couldn’t wait to see him. She knew the address but needed directions to go the final few blocks and find the right building. Amy kept talking as I stood there, exposed and hot in the steaming shower. She peeled off her silk blouse and threw it out into the bedroom. Reaching behind her back, she thrust her tits out and stepped toward me as she unhooked her bra. I almost shot my load without even being touched. Her full 38DD tits swayed as she threw the bra out into the bedroom and turned back toward me. Her nipples were so beautiful and rock hard. I was dying to suck them and she smiled approvingly at my twitching cock, the big mushroom head of my dick poking out from the soapy lather. “I’m afraid I gave Cheryl some excellent directions” Amy said as she kneeled down on the bath mat beside the tub. “She was only two blocks from here and I gave her some very easy to understand directions on how to find your place. My directions were easy, but also guaranteed to take her a full twenty more minutes to arrive. I hope you don’t mind!” Amy reached out and began lathering up my cock in the most unbelievably sensuous way. “You see, my boyfriend lives here too, right down the hall,” she continued.