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***All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older***
I wasn’t sure I was supposed to be feeling what I was feeling at my first Pilates lesson. It wasn’t just the environment of this home studio: small, and cozy, with a soft purplish-pink glow emitted by the soft lighting that was the only source of illumination in the room.
No, it wasn’t the setting. It was the teacher.
Her name was Peaches, or at least that’s what she said. She was a voluptuous, fair-skinned Goddess of a woman clad only in tight blue leggings and a tight white top, through which I could see the pink bra that supported her large, melon-shaped tits.
“Pilates isn’t primarily about strength or flexibility,” she’d informed me at the beginning of the lesson. “It’s about freedom. It’s about letting yourself explore your body, what it is, its wants and needs. It’s about encouraging and surrendering to those passions. It’s about releasing your pent-up stress and self-imposed restrictions. Let your body be free.”
I liked that.
Peaches’ dark eyes were intense as she maneuvered me through the basic motions. I didn’t know if her sessions normally got this handsy but she wasn’t shy about where and how she touched me. Her hands were firm but gentle, and the more she felt me up the more I wanted her to.
There was only one problem: there was no hiding the massive erection that tented my thin workout shorts. It was impossible to miss and there was no way she didn’t notice.
She didn’t seem to mind, even occasionally brushing my hard-on with her fingers. She was nonchalant about it but it became more frequent as the lesson proceeded.
Things came to a head with the hip bridge. She’d laid me on my back with my feet up on a low bar and knees bent. She stood over me, straddling me as she bent over and guided my hips up and down. I didn’t think that was strictly necessary, but I loved it.
I loved it even more when I noticed the dark, damp spot growing between her legs.
I Ankara escort don’t think I really thought about what I did next. I think it was more hungry instinct than a conscious decision.
Peaches was still gripping my hips at the top of the bridge when, without warning, I slammed my back against the ground instead of slowly lowering like I was supposed to. Peaches, not expecting such a forceful motion, didn’t let go and fell forward on top of me. She caught herself by planting her hands on either side of my head. Her knees hit the ground beside my hips as she straddled me, her pussy pressing directly into my engorged cock. Her eyes were wide with surprise as they stared into mine.
“Sorry,” I said lamely, obviously lying.
“It’s…okay,” she responded in a daze.
What I didn’t realize was that Peaches hadn’t gotten fucked for months. She was holding off for a special occasion and, whether she planned for it or not, I had just given it to her.
Within moments of involuntarily mounting me, Peaches was aggressively grinding her clit against my cock.
“Mmm…fuck, Baby,” she cooed. “You’re so fucking hard for me, aren’t you?” Then, in an uneven voice and apparently not all that interested in the response, she added, “Is this okay?”
“More than okay, Beautiful,” I reassured her.
Taking for granted that we were both all-in on this rendezvous, I let my hands roam free, paying special attention to the fabric that clung to her plump asscheeks. I let her grind away, her hips making tiny motions until I felt her wetness soak through both her pants and my shorts.
I was taken off guard when I felt a warm, sticky wetness coat my face. I looked up to see Peaches’ mouth hanging open, half-consciously letting strings of saliva drop onto my skin. Was I okay with that?
Absolutely I was. I opened my mouth to catch her sticky sweetness, and the intimacy of the moment her drool met my tongue made my cock throb.
I Escort Ankara needed more of her.
“Want me in your ass, Sexy?” I proposed with a groan.
“Oh, fuck yes,” came her impassioned affirmation.
Peaches leaped to her feet with surprising dexterity. Within seconds, her garments were discarded and she was naked on all fours, juicy white ass shaking invitingly. I followed her lead and stripped before kneeling behind her.
My hands went straight to her asscheeks. I like to know what I’m working with, and her assets were nothing short of pristine. My fingers kneaded her flesh before moving between her legs.
Her pussy was utterly drenched. I coated my fingers with her generous supply of juices and slathered it over my cock.
I spread her asscheeks and pressed the tip of my cock against her pretty pink asshole, slowly applying pressure. She groaned from her belly as her balloon knot spread to receive me. She was eager, to say the least. Within moments she was throwing herself back onto my cock, her jiggling asscheeks slapping obscenely against my pelvis.
As much to avoid getting thrown off as anything else, I grabbed the bun of her hair and her head jerked back as I brought her bucking under control.
“Aaah, yes…” she exhaled, signaling that she approved of some rough play. I took the hint and my other hand went to work smacking her ass, sending ripples through it as it bounced against me.
Obeying the urge to take even more control, I laid my torso along her back and wrapped her up in my arms tightly. My fingers went to work on her nipples as my hips continued to thrust. Her moans became squeals and I didn’t attempt to stifle my grunts and groans as I fondled her soft, heavy tits.
“I’m gonna cum,” I barely heard her groan.
“Not yet,” I growled in reply. I was going to finish this right.
I let her go, withdrew my cock from her winking, aggravated asshole, and flipped her onto her back. Her pretty Escort Bayan pussy was completely swollen and it dripped with arousal.
She was more than ready. She was desperate. And so was I.
I slapped my shaft against her pussy lips once, twice, three times before sliding between them. As I entered her, squirmed with pleasure so intensely that I thought she would cum right then and there. I leaned forward and planted my hands on the floor above her shoulders.
As my hips vigorously went to work, I kissed her tenderly on her cheeks, forehead, and lips. I wanted her to know that despite my animalistic cravings, I cherished her. She responded by wrapping her legs around me and pulling me deep into her until I bottomed out.
This was enough to do both of us in. For a split-second, I was concerned I was cumming too early but I needn’t have worried. Her uncontrolled moans and quivering legs told me she was joining me on this climactic ride. She threw her arms around me and held me tight against her as our bodies twitched together in perfect orgasmic bliss.
It was a surreal moment: our chests mashed together, hot breath on each other’s skin, and sexes freely dumping all of our arousal and pleasure out onto each other and the mat beneath us. The heat between her thighs was a furnace and I took pleasure in knowing I had something to do with that.
It was a long time, but not long enough, before she finally released me from her grip. She gently held my face in her hands and announced, “I wanna taste us.”
Taking her cue, I reached between her legs and let globs of our combined fluids drop onto my fingers as I withdrew from her. When I brought those fingers to her mouth, her tongue bathed them hungrily. She sucked off every last bit of our juices.
“Yummy,” she said with a contented smile.
I rolled off of her and onto my back. Immediately she joined me in the afterglow, draping her arm and leg over me and resting her head on my chest. My heartbeat was only now beginning to slow and I could feel it pounding against her cheek. She was still leaking and I was delighted at the feeling of wet stickiness pooling against my skin.
“Same time next week?” she inquired hopefully.
I confirmed through a satisfied smile, “I can’t wait.”
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