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I was your typical 30-something shmuck. Still am, I guess. 10 years before, I had gotten together with a good looking, shy, pregnant red head, and over the ensuing decade she had slowly transformed into a stark raving psychotic bitch. How much of that I could be blamed for, I don’t know. But taking her 1000 miles away from her family didn’t seem to help matters any.

After 7 years in Florida, with yearly trips back to the Midwest, I had to make an unexpected trip to the Homeland for my grandmother’s funeral. It was March, it was snowing, it was very sad, and other than a few brief glimpses of family members who were just as devastated as I was, there wasn’t anything about the trip that one might consider ‘vacation-like’. But that’s all I heard for the next month and a half. How I’d somehow cheated her by taking a ‘vacation’ to the land of our ancestors. Nearly every day it would somehow come up in conversation. Having been taught that every male in the known universe is, at heart, a worthless bastard who doesn’t deserve any woman’s regard, and also praying for 3 days of peace and quiet, I eventually agreed to send her away. Not particularly caring at that point where she went.

Things hadn’t been what you might call good for quite some time, for either of us. I won’t try to sort out what I suspected, what I learned later, what she did, what I did, who lied about what, the emotional support issues, and the whole nine yards of recriminations and regrets. The only thing I can say for myself is, I didn’t have an affair. The only thing I will say about her is that she did. Lost and hurt at her further distancing herself from me, I’ll admit it, I snooped. Found a diary. Read that diary. And waited a further two gut-shot weeks for her to come to me and admit what I already knew. We tried for a while to salvage something that was sunken too deeply. Too much pain and guilt to patch over. So, at the end of two weeks of further pain I moved out. Two months later she moved back home. I followed 2 months after that, 60 pounds lighter on my way to a depression record setting 110 total pounds lost, mostly from just forgetting to eat.

By the time I started to come out of my haze of depression, nearly a year had passed. She was living on her own in a rented house 30 miles away from where I was living, but only 5 miles away from my sister’s home. She had a younger cousin staying with her, in between boyfriends. A spunky, earthy girl named, for the sake of our story, June. June was about 5 feet tall in the right shoes, with bright blue eyes peering out of steel rimmed glasses, a round cheery face, fiery red hair, and a raucous laugh. She was a bit overweight, fairly broad shouldered, with uncountable freckles that ran from her forehead halfway down her enormous white breasts. Proportionately slim hips, with a nice, round butt. All in all a woman you could hang on to and the type of woman that would make you want to. She was just over half my age and she’d had a crush on me since she was 12.

I suppose I should make an attempt to describe myself as well. Average height, but with a 50 inch chest, fairly flat stomach but no attempt at a 6-pack of abs, well muscled legs to support the rest of the frame, long blondish hair with moustache and goatee to match. I’ve been told that my dark brow eyes are deep and kind and that my smile is mischief personified. As far as my more personal measurements, I can only say, “big enough” as I’ve never cared to measure it. It seems to do the job though.

I’ll admit that it all started out of pity. Hers for me, that is. I was moping around mooning after her cousin, and generally acting the pitiful fool. She decided on her own to drag me out, against my will, to have some fun, damn it. When I was of the opinion that all that stuff was getting in the way of some serious brooding. We’d go to country bars, and she’d drag me out onto the dance floor. We’d go to her friend’s houses, and she’d somehow get me involved with whatever was going on. I’m certain now that there were many times she’d considered just dragging me off into the woods and jumping me, but she seemed to know that I wasn’t ready for that. But when I was ready for ‘that’ she was right there waiting. But until then she returned every night to her cousin’s house, and I returned to my sister’s.

We had skirted around my depression and my ex, juggled our schedules and actually managed to have an entire evening, and most of the next day with nothing to do. So, naturally, we went out to the old stand-by. She borrowed my soon to be ex-wife’s car and we went to see a drive-in movie. I had been clear, up to this point, that I was well aware that any hanky-panky with the relative of an ex-wife was strictly verboten. And, frankly, it made me nervous as hell to even carry on a platonic relationship with June. So there we were, talking about a boring-ass movie, listening to the soundtrack on my ex-wife’s brand new car stereo, and she’s telling me that she doesn’t care about the ex, and that she’d take me at the drop of a hat. Well, I not only dropped that hat, I flipped it out the window. We were immediately locked at the lips, sincan escort tongues fighting for dominance, my hands on her breast and the nape of her neck, and hers on my cock and chest. Suddenly it hit me, here I was, 34 years old about to have sex in my estranged wife’s new car, with her large breasted, red haired 22 year old cousin. Except for my car being in the shop, I couldn’t remember what I had to be so depressed about.

She looked up at me with her ice-green eyes and growled, “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m really going to hurt you.”

I didn’t need any words to answer her, which was a good thing because our lips were immediately pressed against each other’s again. My left hand had dropped to her waist during the interruption so I slowly slid it back up her torso, inside her shirt caressing her milky skin all the way up to her DD cups, smoothing out the materiel of her bra searching for the bump that wouldn’t unwrinkle. The nerves in my fingers and the groan in her throat told me I had reached my goal at about the same time. My groan answered hers when her hands discovered the more substantial bump they had been searching for. Lucky for me, her front clasp bra was easy to figure out because my IQ supporting blood had all been diverted to another area of the body altogether. I had thought her skin was soft, but once her bra was open I found out what soft skin really felt like. I pulled my other hand from the back of her neck to awkwardly get both my greedy hands on her wonderful mammaries.

As my trembling double attack on her tits centered on her delicate pink nipples she moaned, “Oooooh, that’s nice!” She giggled as she opened my jeans and slipped her small hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs. “Mmmm, this is nice too” she purred as her fingers wrapped around my rigid cock. Then, as she drew it out of its covering, “Oh, this is very nice.” My hands were suddenly empty as her head shot down to my crotch. There was a split second of warmth on the tip of my cock as she kissed it, paused to open her mouth, and then slid it down the length until it touched the back of her throat.

In my opinion the most wonderful thing about a penis is the amount of nerves it has. I could tell to the millimeter where the warmth from her lips ended and the cooler air began touching my flesh as she was slurping up and down my cock.

“Mmmm,” she murmured as she licked the head. Then she looked up at me, grinned impishly and smiled saying, “Tastes nice too!” Then, like a flash, she was back to work sliding noisily up and down my pole.

Her eyes were glazing over with lust, and mine were mostly rolled back in my head as she sucked me. When she paused to slowly jack my cock and nuzzle my nuts I got just enough blood back into my brain for speech.

“J… June? I think we should………. Oh shit!” Then lost it again as she licked the underside of my large testicles and sucked one, then the other into her mouth and gently chewed them. The whole time slowly jacking my saliva coated cock in her small hand. I had one hand tangled in her long, red hair, while the other was making finger dents in the armrest. All the while hoping the signals wouldn’t get crossed.

“OOOOh…… Jeeeeeeeeesus,” I moaned. “What a fucking mouth!”

She looked up, her mouth full, slurped her lips off my nut, gave me a very evil smile and swooped back down on my dick. I tightened my grip on her hair and slowly pulled her back off. She gave a throaty whine as I removed her, vibrating my dick and almost making me lose my grip on her hair. She pouted as I sat her back up in her seat, but that only lasted as long as it took me to shove her shirt above those enormous pink capped tits and latch my mouth to one of her nipples.

“Oooooooooh yes! That’s it, oh suck my tits. God, that’s good!” she moaned and squealed as I continued my assault on her boob. Then with nearly no pause, I slipped to the other one, licking my way around her silver dollar sizes areola, and then sucking her nipple into my mouth. She jerked and shuddered as I nibbled lightly on her nipple then used my tongue to push it back into her breast. She giggled deep in her throat then moaned as I allowed it to spring back out and nipped it gently with my teeth. As I continued my assault on her mammary my hands where busy working their way down her slightly rounded belly to the fastening of her jeans. With a practiced flick of my fingers her button was undone, followed quickly by the sound of her zipper being lowered. Her moaning increased as I slid my hand down her powder blue panties to her surprisingly moist slit.

“Mmmmmm… oooh, yeah, that’s goo…. Oh God!” I had slipped a finger under the leg seam of her panties and rubbed the length of her moist slit from the entrance to just very lightly over her clit. “Dude, don’t stop, uh huh, just like that.” Her voice was very husky as she looked down at me still nuzzling her tit, her hand caressing the back of my head like a mother feeding a child. I nipped at her nipple again, felt her jerk in reaction. “Damn, you do that good.” She purred as I circled my finger around then slid it inside her crooking ankara escort my finger to rub the ridge that roofed her vagina. “Oh God! Oh fuck! That’s it, uh huh, keep going. Oh shit oh…….. SHIT!” I felt her pussy clamp down on my middle finger as my third finger in a kind of awkward move just managed to enter her ass to the depth of my fingernail. “Oh, fuck! That is soooooo….. uh… mmmmmmmm shit! Damn, what are you doing to me?”

Now the evil grin was on the other face. “I’m making you feel better than you ever have before, and in a couple more minutes we’re going to be screwing our brains out.” I glanced quickly around the nearly deserted drive in and wasn’t very surprised to find that I couldn’t see anything through the fog on the windows. As I was trying to slide her jeans down further to relieve the growing cramp in my left hand she suddenly said, “Hang on.”

“Excuse me?” I gasped, hoping I couldn’t trust my own ears. I mean, here I was, stiff as a board in the traditional place, when one doesn’t have privacy in their own home, to have a little recreational sex with an, up to this point, willing, sexy, aroused adult, and now I had to shut everything down? Did God just hate me, or what?

“Not here” she whispered, “I can’t do this here, where someone might see us. Do you know of anyplace we could have some privacy?”

Oh great! Here we are, 50 miles away from my home turf and she wants me to find a make out spot in the middle of a large city. At home I could have found a dozen such spots within 10 minutes of wherever I was, but here? But I didn’t allow any of my anguish or concern show on my face. One look at the nervous look in her eyes convinced me that would be an evening killing idea. So I just rolled my eyes, smiled and said, “No problem! Let’s get the hell out of here and find someplace with a better crowd.” My smile grew larger, “None at all!” We took a second to re-adjust ourselves for the, hopefully, quick journey and I fired up my ex’s new car and sped out of there like I would have had to pay alimony if she caught up to me. Now they say that men have two brains. One in the skull, and the other in the crotch, and I can testify to the fact that when these twin geniuses work together miracles can happen, for within 15 minutes of frantic driving it occurred to me that any new housing developments would be completely shut down for the weekend, but it was probably still too early for the cops to be patrolling them. Mumbling and cursing to myself, I searched the outskirts of town for just such a place. My right hand occasionally making the trip down between the pale thighs and into the still open jeans of the woman beside me, making her and I even crazier with lust as I trailed a finger through her red pubes and brushed her clit on the way to her entrance then inside for a couple of crook-fingered thrusts, and another rub for her clit on the way back out of her jeans. Her eyes were a perfect, smoky blue as she looked lustfully in my direction, groaning and twitching as my finger traveled back and forth.

By this time I was about ready to try to convince her that a public fountain in the middle of a busy park was as private as a Himalayan mountain top. Luckily just before I opened my mouth I noticed mud on the suburban street to my right. I wondered for just a second where dual tired muddy prints would come from in the middle of a clean, suburban area like this. Then it struck me. Construction! Off to one side, and behind a hill from the rest of the sub-division was the cul-de-sac of the new construction site. Whipping my hand from between June’s legs I gripped the wheel firmly and frantically turned down the street, sped around the cul-de-sac until I faced back the way we had come, stopped the car, turned off the lights and shut down the motor in less time than it takes to say it. The car was still rocking slightly as I turned to June and grinned. “Now this is private!” disrobing to our previous state was a lot faster since we hadn’t really done anything completely back up. Shoes were already on the floorboards and her pants and blue lace panties soon followed. My fingers combed through her sparse red pubes to once more invade her creamy center as I knelt on the driver’s seat to molest her over the center console. Her fingers re-opened my unbuttoned jeans to continue their explorations. We were moaning around each other’s tongues and the windows were quickly re-fogging.

Now, my ex-wife’s car was what I like to call a ‘young family car’. It was mid-sized, with two comfortable bucket seats in the front, but only enough room for small children in the afterthought of a back seat. They used to say that the most perfect form of birth-control was the back seat of a VW bug and I’m pretty sure the same Nazi designed this one. Fortunately one of his hornier brothers apparently had a hand in designing the ‘fold all the way back’ bucket seat. An invention that I want placed right up there with the wheel as one of the greatest boons to clandestine sex of all time.

After a little initial fumbling, some small bit of cursing and some more clothing removal June was bent over the reclined etimegut escort top of the seat, her very pale ass shining in the diffuse moonlight, with me in an only slightly awkwardly positioned behind her primed for insertion. I teased us both for a while just sliding my hands gently over her butt and up her spine, then brushed her puss with the head of my cock as I ran my fingers down the sides of her hanging breasts to lightly pinch her nipples.

“Damn it, D. Get that fucking thing in me now!” She groaned as the head of my cock brushed her clit. “Fuck me, damn it!” She tried to reach between her legs to guide me in, but I backed off just out of reach. The position of her hand was too uncomfortable to hold for long and she dropped her hand to the seat. “You don’t want to piss me oof…….. oh, yes…… that’s gooood.” Her growl turned to a moan as I slowly slid my full length into her, stopping only briefly when my hips hit her ass and the head of my cock just stretched the end of her sheath. Still moving slowly I withdrew until it popped out, and immediately reversed myself to bury my cock in her again. My ass was bouncing off the dashboard on every withdrawal, my head was indenting the foam in the ceiling with every thrust, my calves were starting to cramp with the awkward position, and even with the cool evening outside, the interior was heating up enough to make me sweat like the proverbial pig, but I wouldn’t have traded places with a rock star. June’s pussy was gripping me with velvet pressure all along my length. And she moaned every time I hit bottom.

“Oh, fuck D! ……… that’s it! ……. Shit!.. Ohhh fuck that thing!….” she babbled. “Give me that fucking thing!”

One thing I’ve always liked about doggy style is that I’m far enough away from her body that I can look down the whole line of her back, and, when I’m not hunched over in the passenger seat of a vehicle, there’s just something about the heart like shape of a butt in that position that I just can’t get enough of, with a woman’s puss peeking out from between her thighs. Man, it makes me drool a bit just thinking about it. So, anyway, there I was fucking my ex’s cousin in my ex’s brand new car, looking down at June’s pale butt, hands on either of her hip bones pulling her back onto me and watching her asshole wink at me every time I pushed her away and spread her cheeks. And I started thinking. “I wonder if…” and that’s about all it took before I had my thumb in my mouth for some natural lubrication and then ran it down the center of her cheeks and pressed it against the hole, just letting my body bump it against her rosebud. She moaned into the headrest and pushed back a little harder, so I took my evil scheme to the next level. Keeping one hand on her hip to help with the motion and the speed of her hips I applied saliva to my thumb and let it rest there two more times before increasing the pressure and curling my digit slightly to gain entry to ‘where no man had gone before’ I found out later.

She went as crazy as she could get in that confined space. “Fuck, D! What are you..? Oh, Jeeezuz fucking Christ!” she all but screamed as more of my thumb entered her dark passage. Her juices were running down my balls and dripping on the upholstery which bothered me not a bit. She became incoherent as my cock and hand picked up speed and force. Her butt loosened up nicely as we fucked, but tightened up like a noose when she came. She had reached the out of breath, drooling, not knowing if another orgasm would kill her stage of sex, when another, slightly evil, thought entered my brain. You see, the first time I played with her cousin’s ass she came until she passed out, and after a couple of ass-playing sessions, when we’d actually had anal sex she passed out again. So it occurred to me, in the interest of science of course, that I had to determine if love of anal sex could be genetic.

As her next orgasm was passing, I spit-lubricated my thumb again to make certain her entrance was slippery, and as she was gasping for breath I withdrew, spit on my palm to give the head one more coating of slick before pressing it against her asshole and slowly pressed it in. By the time she had caught her breath my cock head had popped past the sphincter and lodged firmly in place.

“Ahhh…. Uh….. fuuuuuugh… ohh yeeeahhhh.” She mumbled

“You like?” I couldn’t resist the question, or the impish grin.

“Uhhh… oooh, D. I’m not… Oh, fuck!” she groaned as I interrupted her with a thrust that buried another inch of my cock in her ass. She grunted and groaned as I worked the rest of my cock up her butt. If she made any protest it was in a language I couldn’t understand. When my pelvis finally touched, then pressed firmly against the soft, white globes of her ass I held myself still for a moment to allow her to adjust. While I was waiting I reached around her chest to play with her coral-pink nipples. June was moaning and panting, and drooling over the headrest. Her hips were starting to buck in my direction so I began to move my hips in response, my left hand snaking down her body to find her engorged clit. With a nipple in one hand and the other busy rubbing her clit I began to thrust a little faster. The feeling of her ass grabbing my cock every time I withdrew was incredible like strong fingers milking my cock through a very warm condom.

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Red Boxed Gifts Ch. 02

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For a solid five minutes I stand, speechless, staring at the beautiful red boxed gift. During that time, all the satisfaction and pleasure I had derived from my weekend with Abby seemed to drain right out of me.

He was here, right here, but when….

I spin around on my heels and head for the phone. I dial his number as I walk back into the library to pick up my red box. On the fourth ring, the voicemail answers and I hear the rich timber of my lover’s voice before the beep tells me it is time to leave a message.

“Baby, I can’t believe I missed you. When were you here and when are you coming back? I miss you, I want you, I need you inside me. Thank you for the gift, Lover. Hurry up and get here so we can open it. Bye, baby.”

After leaving this message, I go upstairs to have a hot bath and wait for him to call me back. By the time I finish my bath, change the bed sheets and have something light to eat it is 8:00pm. I am utterly exhausted and my phone has not rung; not even once.

With the phone and my red box on the pillow beside me, I curl up in bed and fall into a deep and relaxing sleep. I awake at 5:30am fully rested and completely surprised that I slept through the night. When I look at the phone, the light is flashing, indicating that there is a message.

“Shit, shit, shit…” I scream as I dial in the code to access the message.

“Hi Sweetness, I’m sorry I missed your call. I was there Friday afternoon. I can’t believe it took you this long to find the gift especially since your first stop is always the library. Just what were you doing to keep yourself so distracted, I wonder. You can tell me about that when we talk but, until then, while you’re waiting, think of me with my head between your legs and my tongue twirling around your hot, juicy pussy … I miss you, I want you and … I’m already inside you … Bye for now, my Lover.”

It never fails, just the sound of his sexy voice and I am aroused. It being too early to call him back, I put the phone on speaker and push the repeat button for the message to play again. I listen to his voice as I begin to run my hands over my breasts, rolling my palms over my nipples and sending shivers straight to my clit.

In an instant, I am dripping wet and his message is over. I hang up the phone, slide my right hand down to my wetness, and slowly touch the very tip of my clit. The contact is glorious. I reach for some of the juices flowing out of my cunt and use that wetness to lubricate my clit as I gently draw circles around it.

My breathing becomes more erratic as I continue to play with my nipples and massage my clit. With my orgasm quickly approaching, I slip two fingers inside my cunt and resume the motion on my clit with my thumb. I begin to flex and relax the muscles of my pussy as my fingers are pumping inside and my clit and nipples are being stimulated. That does it. I am screaming and writhing, hips gyrating and my pussy pulsating with a wonderfully delicious orgasm.

My whimpers begin to subside as the ripples that roll through my pussy decrease. I lay in bed for another five or ten minutes wondering how long it will be before I see him. Finally I reach for the red box and reread the card.

“We’ll open this together, when next I come…”

He is amazing. Always able to keep me on the edge of my seat …

He’s right too;

He is already inside me …

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Just like every other day this week, I pull into my driveway after work anxiously sincan escort searching for some evidence of his presence.

Footprints in the snow leading up to the door, his car in the driveway or tire tracks from the taxi, a big yellow ribbon tied on the front door. Anything, something, please.

However, just like every other day this week, there is nothing and I’m left with my head on the steering wheel, completely exhausted by this sexual tension.

“I’m going to loose my fucking mind waiting for you.” I scream/cry into my hands.

Every inch of my body is poised for sexual pleasure and my Lover is nowhere in sight. Here we are on Friday and we have yet to speak to one another. There have been multiple phone calls back and forth but we have missed each other every time.

A full week of arousing text messages, emails and voicemails but no actual direct contact has made my desire for him so intense. The mere mention of his name, the thought of his touch, the memory of his scent and the sound of his voice has my body immediately responding with an almost primal desire for his presence. I feel raw and animalistic as if I will absolutely devour him when I do see him. I fear I could literally fuck my Lover to death with the intensity of my desire for him.

I have never felt anything like this.

All of these thoughts and feelings are exploding within me as I look at the front door of my house. I really don’t want to go inside. I don’t want to see the red box right now. It really has started to taunt me.

I have shaken it, ‘accidentally’ dropped it and checked to see if I could ease the tape off the seams without detection. Nothing worked. He is good and he knows me very well. The only way to open that gift is to tear the wrapping.

Therefore, I have only two options. I can wait until my Lover comes to discover what is hidden within his gift or he will arrive to discover that I could not wait for him. So I wait for him and often glare at his gift that taunts me to do otherwise.

It’s the strangest thing really, in my house, that red box has been personified and I have become an animal in heat, writhing around with pure desire.

Nonetheless, I still sleep with the red box and I carry it around like a precious friend. It makes no sound, not even when I shake it, or drop it or throw it down the stairs. Whatever is inside that red box will remain a secret until my Lover finally comes to me.

“Fucking thing, I really am going crazy. I need to release some of this tension…”

Just as this thought is formulating in my mind, I hear a door shut behind me and when I look, I see Abby in her driveway taking groceries out of the back seat of her car.

I forget my keys in the car in my hast to get over to her house.

“Hey beautiful, can I help you with those groceries?” I ask while walking toward her. “Oh sure. How are you?”

“I’m a mess, Abby, but I’ll tell you about that once we get inside. Where’s James?”

“He went to some dinner meeting, said he’d be home in a few hours, if all goes well.”

As we walk into the house, Abby continues to ramble on about all manner of nonsense but I can’t even hear her words, I am simply watching her ass as it sways before me. Honestly, it is a work of art. And the way the muscles of her legs are so well defined in the fitted jeans she has on is making me dizzy.

She is wearing a beautifully fitted black leather jacket that emphasizes her small waist. Her chestnut brown curls cascade down her back and I am salivating ankara escort with the sight of her from behind.

Once we get into the house, take off our shoes and head toward the kitchen, Abby’s over her shoulder glance at me tells me clearly that she is aware of her affect on me.

She smiles with a twinkle in her eye and says;

“I’ll bet your Lover hasn’t come yet to help you open that red box right? Is that what’s got you watching me like that.”

She is virtually laughing as she puts the bags down and reaches for the bags I have in my hand.

“Did you buy any frozen stuff?”

She barely gets the negative response out before I grab the back of her head and swung her around to kiss me.

When our lips meet, I immediately sense equal desire from Abby. She actually forcefully pushes me back against the fridge and presses her body against mine with matched passion and the evidence of fervent need. It was perfect, yet shocking.

“What the fuck is this? Isn’t James doing you? Why are you so horny?”

“It’s not the same” she said while frantically undoing the buttons of my coat, “and all I have been able to think about this week are your nipples and the way you cum when I suck on them.”

“Holy shit, Abby. Why didn’t you just come over?” I asked her while dropping my coat to the ground.

“I didn’t want to intrude on your time with your Mr. Wonderful. If I had known he wasn’t there, I would have been over Monday night. Ahhh now, look at these?” she says as she steps back and stares at my released breasts with their fully aroused and elongated nipples.

“I’m not here for show and tell, Abby, come on, please. I’m too horny for all this shit.” I say.

With that, she latches onto my left nipple while massaging my other breast.

The contact, actual human contact, is just what I need. With her tongue flicking over my nipple and her fingers rolling, tweaking and pinching the other, I am on the verge of an orgasm when she bites down hard and lifts her head so that my nipple is supporting the weight of my entire breast.

While suspended like this, Abby resumes the flicking motion with her tongue. The combination of the pain and the pleasure is so intensely stimulating that my knees begin to buckle as I cum.

Abby releases my nipple from her mouth with a slurp and a plop as the spasms from my orgasm subside. She leans into me. The coolness of her leather jacket on my wet erect and twitching nipples is shockingly delightful and I wrap my arms around her as she kisses my neck.

“I wish I could cum like that, you should see your face. Just from getting your nipples sucked, that is truly amazing.”

“Abby, please, I want to taste you. I want to fuck you. Get these things off.” is all I can breathe into her ear.

I help her get out of her leather jacket and the rest of her clothes as we walk into her bedroom and lay down on the bed. I can smell her arousal and the increasing urgency of her desire is intoxicating.

When I get down to her pussy, I see that Abby is literally dripping wet. With delight, I proceed to lick her cunt and twirl my tongue around her clit. Her passion and desire escalate as Abby’s hips gyrate and she plays with her tits.

I reach for a pillow, place it under Abby’s ass and position myself between her legs with her beautiful thighs resting on my shoulders.

Amazing, she was on perfect display for me.

“Oh yeah, do it, stick your tongue in me. Lick me, suck me, fuck me….”

Using my hands to part her cheeks, etimegut escort with the very tip of my tongue, I run circles around her anal star. Swirl, swirl, dive. Swirl, swirl, dive. This I do with my tongue until she actually begins to buck, pant, and scream.

When I lick Abby from her ass up to her clit and stop there to suck and nibble, she begins to cum explosively. Writhing and panting as I purposed to stay latched onto her clit through the full wave of her orgasm. The more I lick, flick and suck, the more intense the wave becomes and the more vigorously Abby bucks. What an amazing thing to see.

After several orgasms, Abby and I gently stroke one another as our breathing returns to normal.

“You have ruined me for James. He could never make me cum like that.

“Don’t be silly, one day we’ll teach him.” I say.

“Would you really, you would teach him how to do that.”

“Sure, if he wants to learn, I will teach him.”

We kiss passionately, Abby again rolling and tweaking my constantly aroused nipples with one hand while the other hand lightly circles my clit. I watch my nipples respond to her now expert touch and feel the pulse increase in my dripping wet pussy.

The orgasmic waves are so intense that I am screaming as Abby continues to play my body like a finely tuned instrument.

We stroke each other to a weakened state of bliss until I finally pull away from her, conscious of the time and wanting to leave before James gets home.

On my way back to the kitchen I find my clothes while Abby follows, naked, to put the groceries away.

I give her a kiss then leave, glancing back once at the door to watch her unpacking groceries naked. What a sight she is. Her body aglow with the signs of our passion. She turns to look at me and smiles as she runs her hands over her breasts.

“You better get yourself into the shower before James gets home and sees the look of sex all over you.”

“Let him see the look of a well satisfied woman. It will do him good.” she says as she tweaks her nipples with a smile.

“I’ll call you later, Abby. Thanks.” I say as I walk out the door.

She is perfectly delicious, in every sense.

After my shower, light meal and a few hours on the computer, I grab my red box and head for bed.

Just as my mind begins to shut down, I hear a sound at the front door.

I bolt up into a sitting position and listen intently.

There it is again, someone is at the door and there is only one person who knows that code.

I bound out of bed, running full speed through the hall to jump down the stairs and land in the front entrance just as the door bursts open.

There he is, my Lover.

He drops his bags just in time to catch me as I fling myself into his arms and begin to devour him. Funny thing is, he seems to be devouring me in return.

Locked in our kiss and lost in our passion for one another, we manage to slam the front door shut just before my Lover pins me against the wall.

We exchange no words; reduced to animalistic grunting, groaning and growling sounds. Our desire for one another is so incredibly intense.

Without taking off his coat or boots or anything, he begins to unzip his pants as I raise my nightdress.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. How could you do this to me, I’ve been going crazy. Hurry up and get inside me.”

As soon as I say this, he stops everything. He places his hands on either side of my face and pierces me with the intensity of his desire-filled stare.

For a moment, his eyes peer into mine, as if he is reading my very thoughts. Then slowly, he begins to grin as he leans even closer and says;

“I’m already inside you, baby.”

And with that, we begin to dance …

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Hmmmm…well, if I’m ever going to do it, today has to be the day. After all, it’s my birthday today and a girl should have what she wants on her birthday, right? And today, I want to eat, be eaten and fucked by my counsellor, Ramon.

You see, I have this counsellor at uni that I have had the hots for. I’ve had a crush on him since he started, not quite sure why, but he’s leaving today.

Not quite sure why? That’s not true. You see after a few sessions with him in which we mainly discussed sex, I mentioned that I never knew what a ‘quickie’ was.

So one day, at the end of our session in which we discussed my not liking to wear panties out in public at times, he got me to lean over his desk. I guess he was pretty turned on by our discussion. So was I.

He pulled up my skirt and parted my legs with his knee. I heard him unzip his pants. He pulled down my panties and I then I felt this thick, hard cock slide inside me.

Totally un expecting anything like that, he took my breath away. He fucked me, hard and fast, and then I felt him pull out as his hot gooey cum spurted onto my tight rounded butt. He told me that was a quickie as he wiped my butt with tissues.

I left that day, totally unsatisfied. I went home to my room, hopped onto my bed and satisfied my aching pussie with my fingers, but vowed to really satisfy myself with Ramon one day soon.

You see Ramon has this wonderful voice, big strong hands, and a little glint in his eyes whenever I flash too much leg at him in his office since that day. He wears a fancy religious robe. And apart from that one time he fucked me, he has the strangest effect on me. He’s tall, brown skinned, big hands and a wedding band, but that didn’t worry him, and that only makes me want him more.

I am not so tall, creamy white skin, brown hair and brown eyed. At times all I can do is think of me and him together. Intertwined limbs, dark & light together, just like creamy milk chocolate & rich dark chocolate…..mmmmmm chocolate, another favourite of mine, but lets not get side tracked.

Like I mentioned during our counselling sessions we’d mainly talk about sex. I never really did have a problem to discuss, other than like I said, I loved not to be wearing panties under my skirts, but it was the only way I could get to spend 50 minutes with this hot man each week. I’m sure he knew I didn’t need those sessions with him, and probably thought I wouldn’t come back after he fucked me, but I think he enjoyed them immensely too, although we never ‘quickied’ again. I’m sure he was turned on by our talks, because I was, but it was hard to tell with that big religious robe he always wore covering him.

I always made sure I was wearing a skirt to my sessions and I always caught him trying to peek up my skirt. He had told me several times that he often thought of my lovely legs and hot butt.

It’s my last session with him today. I booked his final appointment at 6.30pm. As I enter his office, he takes my hand and we kiss cheek to cheek as we usually do. I notice there is a new black recliner in there and he explains that it got delivered today and belongs to the sincan escort new counsellor that is replacing him.

I’m smiling moving the across the room to have a better look at it. It’s black, it’s leather. I lean forward to touch it, it’s soft. As he turns from locking the door, he indicates for me to have a seat on the recliner.

As I sat on the recliner, he came and stood in front of me. He asked me to lay back. As I parted my legs, his eyes followed up along my legs, to my creamy thighs and beyond. I heard him suck in his breath. I forgot to wear panties under this floral skirt. Or did I really forget? Oh well, lets go on.

I noticed he became a little flustered as he started telling me this would be our final session as he walked around in his robe and I got comfy.

“Rebecca, am I right in saying that I haven’t been able to help you with your problem of not wearing panties under your skirts?” he asks.

“Why would you say that sir?”

His voice becomes harsh. “Are you wearing any now?” he asks me.

“No, would you like to see?” I replied.

“Rebecca, you have teased me since we started our sessions. Would you like me to look?” he whispers softly.

I didn’t answer, I simply reached down and eased my flowing floral skirt up my thighs, exposing more of me to him than he had ever seen. My legs together, my hand stopped moving, as my eyes meet his making sure he wanted me to keep going. He nodded his head and I moved my skirt up, right over my thighs, revealing my perfectly trimmed pussies landing strip and puffy lips.

I saw him swallow and move forward. He didn’t speak to me with words. He just moved his hand forward, his eyes asking if he should continue. I nodded my answer.

His hand eased up my thigh, pausing at my slit. His finger gliding over it and along the short fuzzy landing strip before sliding back over my slit again. As I watched his index finger slide into my slit, in between my puffy pussie lips.

He moved his long finger back along in between my lips and slid it back and forth. I reached forward and my index finger joined his. What a sight that made. My white finger, his dark finger being hugged by my creamy white pussie lips. I parted my legs slightly and put his fingertip on my clit and we started rubbing it together.

He looked at the door to make sure it was locked. It was. I took my finger away and left him to pleasure my clit with his finger as I slid my fingertip into his mouth.

He just looked into my eyes at first, then a smile broke out on his face. He slipped his finger off my clit and into my mouth. I sucked and licked up my own juices with the same relish I was going to be using on his thick, hard brown cock shortly.

He leaned forward placing his lips on my landing strip, before moving his mouth down a little further till I felt his wet tongue sliding around over my pussie. His mouth never leaving his target, he moved around to the front, parted my legs further and set about consuming and pleasing the birthday girl with his lips and tongue.

Just when he had a firm grip on my clit with his lips and I my hips were starting to ankara escort ease up and fuck his face, the phone rang. And rang.

With clit still in mouth and me on the verge of cumming he mumbled “I have to get that,” and moves to the phone.

I’m so close to cumming, I can’t wait. My hand moves down and takes over where Ramon left off and as he discusses how much longer he’ll be at work with someone on the phone, he watches me as I start pleasuring myself with my fingers as my eyes lock with his again. As my hips gently sway off the recliner, he talks on the phone and starts stripping off his clothing. As my fingers pump inside me he pulls out the brownest, thickest, hardest cock I have ever seen in my life and starts stroking it.

Mmmmmmmm and as he does that stroking thing to my next conquest, my fingers continue to pump and ever so silently, as he strokes and watches me…..I cum. I cum twice to my own fingers.

The phone call continues, I can tell its his wife and he can’t shake her off the phone. I move off the recliner, discarding my top, bra and stepping out of my skirt. I move over to the table where he sits on the edge, still talking and stroking his cock. I run my finger up and down the length of it, and around the tip. I remove his hand and replace it with mine as she continues to talk in his ear.

My gosh, it’s so thick, so brown, like a nice big chocolate bar. My mouth moves to it. To the head at first as he leans back on his desk a little. I suck it into my mouth and move my hands to his balls. Big, thick, heavy, full of the cream I want for my birthday.

This delicious brown cock is my candle to blow and his creamy cum is my delicious cake to savour, eat and swallow.

Who says a girl can’t have her cake and eat it too?

With his hand in my hair and his cock deeply buried in my hot wild mouth, the phone call from his wife comes to an end.

He replaces the handset and with both hands in my hair, I taste his precum.

His hands tighten in my hair and he forces my head down further onto this cock, I feel the tip pressing against the back of my throat.

Too far. I back off a bit, feel the head swell, feel the first spurt, then another. I swallow. He pulls on my hair again, another spurt…mmmmmmm god I knew he’d taste this good.

His balls still in my gentle grasp, and another spurt. I swallow again, taking it all in, not wanting to waste a single drop. I feel him relax a little, and then another spurt. Mmmmmm, delicious. I swallow this last drop of cream and ease his cock gently out of my mouth.

He has a deeply intense look on his face and when our eyes meet his handsome face breaks into a beautiful smile. He reaches up and wipes the side of my mouth with his finger. A drop of cum escaped my hungry mouth, so I’d lick it off his finger.

He takes me into his arms and we kiss. We kiss wildly, deeply, passionately and hungrily as if we can’t get enough of each other. Our tongues intertwine as our bodies intertwine.

He whispers to me that he’s never been with anyone like me before or wanted anyone as badly as he has me.

I simply nod, and whisper back etimegut escort “I want you to fuck me. Now!”

He moves off the table, and sits me on the edge where he just was. He parts my legs, moves in close and rubs the head of his cock up and down my wet, swollen pussie lips. He finds his spot and gently slides that dark, thick, chocolate coloured cock inside my love nest.

He thrusts forward, mmmmmmm, feels so good, looks just as good seeing the colour contrast as he fucks me. I let him fuck me this way as we kiss for a few minutes. Then I reach down between us, flick my fingers over my clit as he fucks me, and again I offer my fingers to him to savour. As he licks my fingers, he slows down the fucking. I gently push him back, take his hand and lead him to the thick pile rug.

He sits down on the rug. I get down on my hands and knees and crawl towards him. His eyes wide open, I crawl right around him as he sits, cock erect and hard watching me. I wiggle my butt in front of him and he leans forward and kisses each cheek as his hand slides up between my thighs and his finger slides inside me. I sway back and forth a little on his finger, but its not really what I want from him.

I turn around and as I kiss him on the lips, I gently push him back so he’s laying on the floor. I move down his body, kissing his chest, nibbling on his nipples, working my down to that hard, erect cock. I take the tip into my mouth again and swirl my tongue around it, sucking it tenderly. I hear him moan…I move away and stand up.

I stand above my counsellor, my legs on either side of his head and slowly squat down so that my pussie is spread across his face.

My pussie touches the tip of his nose, sways back little and tips his chin as I feel his tongue begin licking up the juices already flowing from my happy little pond.

As I squat dance on his lips, while my pussie dances with his tongue, he makes me cum in gushes…my birthday nectar gushing onto his face.

My pussie throbbing with pleasure, I move back, still squatting, spreading my juices along his chest, over his tummy, down to his rock hard cock. I raise myself up a little, take hold of his cock, position myself right over the tip. I lock eyes with him as I slide my creamy, and I don’t just mean white, pussie down onto his chocolate coloured cock.

He puts up his hands, I take hold of them and begin sliding up, down, up and back down on him. As we gaze into each others eyes, our fucking pace increases.

I ride him, up, down, up and down, fucking him like I’ve always wanted to. Fucking him hard. He’s fucking me back just as hard, his hips bucking up off the floor.

And then I feel it, I can’t take anymore, and I see in his eyes that he can’t either, he’s going to cum….we’re both going to cummmm together, I’ve wanted this for so long.

Eye’s still locked on each other, cock about to explode inside me, he whispers, “Happy Birthday, Bec,” as his cock explodes inside me and my pussie gushes more of her juices all over his cock.

This orgasms seems to go on forever, or was it just me cumming over and over again on this cock I’ve dreamed of for so long.

Finally, I lay forward onto his chest. His cock still buried inside me, his arms go around me.

Exhausted, spent, but totally, totally satisfied, just like a girl should be on her birthday. Right?

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Copyright LB_2006, all rights reserved. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is entirely coincidental.

This story picks up where “The Sportin’ Club” ends. Each stands on its own, but you may want to read the first story to understand the history of the characters. Thanks to all who gave me feedback on my first effort – as always, any and all comments are appreciated.

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The phone in the kitchen rang, and as usual I ignored it. Three rings in, I realized that Kim wasn’t going to pick it up, so I stumbled out of my chair and leapt for the handset, hoping to beat the answering machine to the pick up.

“Hello?” I answered, slightly annoyed. Chances are at this hour it was going to be a telemarketer anyway.

“Larry?” said a somewhat familiar voice. I tried to place it, but came up short. It didn’t sound like a telemarketer, so I replied.

“Yes.”

“Hi Larry, this is Brenda. We met at the club in Nevada?” She phrased it as a question, but I knew who it was as soon as she said her name.

“Hi Brenda. How are you?” I replied, hoping that she was in town and horny.

“Oh, I’m great. I just came into town to see an old roommate, but she doesn’t get back into town until Sunday. If you and Kim are around, I’d love to get together.”

“Um, sure thing,” was my response, but I had no idea how Kim would take it. “When?”

“Well, I’m free tonight. I’m at the Marriott and have a rental car, so if you gave me directions I could pop on over. If it’s cool with you and all…”

I needed to stall for just a second. I thought it was cool, but needed to feel out Kim. Having meteoric sex with a high end call girl at an out-of-state brothel was one thing; inviting her over to your house was something else entirely.

“Hey Brenda, can you hang on for just a sec? Let me see what Kim is up for?”

“Sure thing, Larry.”

I put the phone on hold and padded back to the bedroom. I caught Kim on the exercise bike.

“Hey babe,” I said, trying to sound calm, “Brenda is on the phone.”

“Brenda?” Kim asked, “You mean Brenda from the Sportin’ Club?”

“Yep – that Brenda,” I answered, even though the total population of Brendas in our list of friends and relatives was exactly one, “She wants to know if it’s OK to pay us a visit. She’s in town and can come over tonight.”

I expected a pause, or even some slight uncertainty. Instead, Kim greeted me with an enthusiastic “Sure, but if she’s close I’d better jump in the shower.” So much for any nagging doubts.

Thumbing the phone back to life I said, “Kim says she’d love to see you” and proceeded to give her directions. Like Pavlov’s dogs, I was beginning to exhibit a conditioned response to the sound of her voice. Mine had nothing to do with salivation.

I cracked a bottle of red wine to breathe and put some Robert Cray on the stereo. Pouring myself two fingers of bourbon, I tossed it back and waited for the night to unfold.

Kim came out of the bedroom wearing a little black dress and a mischievous grin. I couldn’t help myself, so I asked, “What are you wearing underneath that? You look hot, by the way.”

Kim glanced at me and smiled. Turning away from me she bent over and ran her hands down her legs. When they got to her ankles, the dress had hiked up enough to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Her magnificent ass came into view, and she asked me, “I hope this is OK.”

“You look fucking amazing,” was my response. I was thankful I’d downed the bourbon, because my nerves were already on edge. Clearly, there was no doubt in Kim’s mind about what would happen here. Still, I thought it best to raise the issue.

“Are you sure you’re OK with this?” I asked.

“I’m sure.,” was Kim’s reply. Issue settled.

The stereo belted out lyrics about playing in the dirt, and I was trying to decide if another bourbon would be a good idea when the doorbell rang. Kim rose from the couch, looked me in the eye and said, “Let’s go greet our guest.”

Brenda stood in the harsh light escort ankara of the motion sensor on the back deck, dressed in faded jeans and a black sweater. Any fears I had about the neighbors were laid to rest; dressed as she was, Brenda looked more like a PTA mom than a high priced hooker. I opened the door to let her in and said, “Hi Brenda, you look great. C’mon in.”

Brenda stepped up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Larry, and thanks for having me over. I was a little nervous about calling you guys.”

Kim greeted Brenda as soon as she stepped in the kitchen. “Hi Brenda, it’s great to see you again.” They hugged and kissed each other on the cheek, and Brenda presented Kim with a bottle wrapped in silver Mylar. In case she needed to explain herself, Brenda said, “I hate to show up empty handed. I’d love a glass if you feel like opening it now.”

I took the bottle from Kim, uncorked it and poured us all a glass of Chianti. The cabernet I’d opened earlier would have to wait, and I had no doubt that we’d blow through both bottles in no time. Ever the gracious host, I said “Let’s head to the living room. I’ll throw a fire in the fireplace to take the chill off.”

Kim sat on the couch and Brenda took the cushion next to her. That left one available for me, and I was silently thankful that neither opted for the love seat. Taking the easy way out, I chose a wax and sawdust firelog over real wood. Sure, it lacked a little atmosphere – but I didn’t want the job of tending a fire all night long. A few minutes of fumbling produced a satisfying flame, so I took my seat on the couch next to Brenda.

We talked through the first bottle of wine and into the second, and we ran out of small talk just before we ran out of wine. I was about to ask if anyone needed a refill when Kim leaned over and kissed Brenda, gently at first, but with rapidly increasing urgency. Their tongues danced, and they paused only occasionally to catch their breath. Brenda’s hand found Kim’s breast, and she began to trace slow circles over Kim’s nipple. I watched it stiffen and poke through the sheer fabric of her black dress. My own hand fumbled for Brenda’s breast, but her sweater was too bulky to transmit any sensation of touch.

“It’s warm in here,” Brenda said, pulling away from Kim, “Let me get a little more comfortable.” Standing up, Brenda shed her sweater and jeans to reveal a crimson bra and matching panties. “Better,” she said and resumed her spot on the couch. Turning to me, Brenda’s lips met my own and I felt her tongue on mine. My hand found her nipples and I alternated, pinching and tugging, left then right, through her bra. Kim had moved down to her knees on the floor, and was rubbing Brenda’s legs with her fingers. I watched from the corner of my eye as my wife parted our guest’s legs and began to kiss her way up. I pulled back to watch my wife’s tongue trace lines down the sensitive skin of Brenda’s inner thigh. Kim alternated, first one leg then the next, but stopped short of Brenda’s panties. Reaching behind her, I unfastened Brenda’s bra and pulled it off her shoulders. My tongue went to her nipple just as Kim’s fingers traced their first line on Brenda’s slit, through her panties. An electric shock went through her and a low moan escaped her lips as Kim’s fingers continued their exploration. I continued to lick and suck Brenda’s nipples, pausing to bite them gently.

“Um, I love it when you bite my nipples. Bite them harder.”

I did as she asked, and got rewarded by Brenda saying, “Um, fuck yeah. I like it like that.” My teeth continued their work, and I was really surprised at how hard I was biting her nipples. “That’s so fucking good.,” was all she kept saying.

Kim had done all she could through the fabric of Brenda’s panties. Grabbing the waistband, Kim pulled them off Brenda’s hips and revealed her smoothly shaven and very wet pussy. Pulling her to the edge of the couch, Kim parted Brenda’s legs and began to lick circles up the outside of her labia, with an occasional flick of her tongue across Brenda’s escort etlik swollen clit. I couldn’t take any more, so I stood up and got undressed. Naked, I straddled Brenda on the couch. My cock was just the right height for her, and I felt her warm lips and magical tongue envelop my hard cock. My hands continued their work on her nipples and Kim picked up the pace on Brenda’s clit. I could hear an occasional pop of air and I knew that Kim was sucking hard on Brenda’s clit, just the same way she liked her own clit to be treated. Brenda moaned, but kept working on my cock, alternating head bobs with circles of her tongue. She used her teeth to provide just enough friction without causing pain, and her fingers stroked the sensitive skin on my scrotum.

Brenda’s hips were bucking up and down, and a new sound was coming from her sopping wet pussy as my wife slid several fingers inside of her. Her moans were turning to grunts, and I knew from the spasms in her legs that she was about to cum. Kim picked up the speed and violently fucked her with three fingers as her tongue lashed at Brenda’s clit. I felt my own orgasm rising with Brenda’s, and it was my “Don’t stop I’m gonna fucking cum” that put her over the edge. Brenda grunted loudly as she rode out the orgasm on Kim’s hand and face, and kept sucking my cock until the last of my cum was gone.

Kim was the first to break the silence. “THAT was fucking hot. I felt your pussy contract as you came. That was such a turn on.”

The couch was getting a little crowded, so I suggested we head to the bedroom. I wished we had room for a king size bed, but figured we’d make do with the queen we had. Besides, I thought, bedsheets don’t leave rugburns on your knees. I stood and took Kim’s hand; in turn she took Brenda’s hand and we walked back to the bedroom.

“Get comfortable,” I said, “while I go light some candles and turn down the lights.”

“I don’t think I could get more comfortable,” Brenda replied, “but Kim needs a little attention to relax.”

Overstating the obvious, Kim replied with “You guys have got me so fucking horny right now.”

As I left to look for a lighter, Brenda was unzipping Kim’s dress. I wasn’t gone for long, but when I returned Kim was naked, on her back, with a pillow under her ass. Brenda was eating Kim’s pussy, while she fucked her with two fingers. I watched, transfixed, as Brenda stopped long enough to lick a finger on her other hands and begin to work on the tight muscle of my wife’s ass. Kim grunted as Brenda’s finger slipped inside, and I grew hard watching Brenda’s hands and tongue alternate rhythms. Kim’s grunts turned to words, and she directed Brenda, “Um yeah, that feels good. Can you turn your fingers around inside of me?”

Brenda chuckled and said, “So you want me to find your g-spot again, huh?” I hurried to light the candles and get in on the action.

Brenda changed positions so she could rotate her two fingers upward. She began to put steady pressure on Kim’s g-spot, and continued to fuck her ass with her other hand. Her tongue danced across Kim’s clit, and Kim was moaning steadily now. It came out as “Oh fuck fuck fuck um yeah,” and I watched her brow begin to furrow and her legs begin to twitch. As the color rose in her face, I knew her orgasm was imminent. Brenda kept up her work, but stopped just before Kim reached her climax.

“Oh fuck Brenda don’t stop. I’m so close… please make me cum.”

“Kim, I’ll make you cum but you have to let Larry fuck me. I need to feel his cock inside me.” Brenda punctuated this by darting her tongue across Kim’s hyper sensitive clit. Kim’s hips bucked as she tried to fuck Brenda’s fingers, but Brenda was a master of the tease. Access denied.

“Yes, Brenda I want to watch Larry fuck you. Just please make me cum.”

I was already in position behind Brenda, and slid my cock slowly into her sopping wet pussy. I’m not sure what I expected, but Brenda was tight – even tighter than my own wife.

Brenda grunted as my cock drove home, but worked on Kim with a renewed escort demetevler fervor. It took only seconds before Kim exploded in orgasm, screaming “Oh fuck Brenda yeah fuck me fuck me fuck my ass!!!” The force of the climax drove Kim to an upright position, and she continued to thrust her hips against Brenda’s fingers. The orgasm ended with a series of guttural “um, um, um, um, um” grunts, and Kim fell backwards on the bed.

I didn’t want to cum again so soon, so I used my cock to tease Brenda. Turnaround was, after all, fair play. I would fuck her for a few strokes in slow motion, then pull out and rub my cock up her lips and across her clit. She shivered and said, “I need you to fill me with your cock.”

Slowly, I slid my cock down her lips and stopped just before I entered her. Brenda drove her hips back to take me in, but I pulled back. “You fucking tease!,” Brenda protested.

Kim had recovered enough to join in again. Reaching into the bedside table, she pulled out a silicone rubber vibrator that was her personal favorite.

“Don’t be rude, Larry,” Kim chimed in, “If our guest wants you to fuck her I think you should fuck her good.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. My cock slipped back inside Brenda, and I grabbed her hips to pull her to me. I drove my cock deep inside her, as Kim scrambled underneath armed with the vibrator. I pulled out, heard a familiar buzz and felt the tingle of the vibrator as I drove my cock back home.

“Oh fuck, Larry your cock feels so good. Um, Kim yeah right there. Yeah, that’s the fucking spot.”

I continued the long, slow deep fucking until I felt Brenda began to shake. It was my cue to pick up the pace, so I began to fuck Brenda faster. For good measure, I licked my index finger and began to work on Brenda’s own asshole. My finger slipped inside and Brenda moaned deep.

“Um, yeah, fuck me hard!”

My hips were pounding against Brenda’s thighs, my finger was working in and out of her ass and Kim had turned the vibrator up to high. Brenda panted, thrust her ass back to meet my strokes and started to roll her head from side to side. Houston, we have lift off.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and she shrieked into the pillow, “OHFUCKOHGODYOUGUYS..I”M CUMMING..DON’TFUCKINGSTOPOHFUCKOHFUCK!”

Her sounds put me over the edge, and I drove my cock deep inside as I began to cum. It felt so good I didn’t want to stop thrusting. I kept pumping until the first streams of my spunk began to leak from Brenda’s pussy. I pulled out, and watched as a drop rolled slowly down her thigh.

The score was me 2, Brenda 2 and Kim 1. Kim said, “I’m going out to the hot tub, you guys want to join me?” which really meant ‘I want to get jet fucked and cum again, really hard’. Without hesitation, Brenda and I both said “Sure.”

We grabbed towels and headed out to the hot tub. It was in the back yard, but secluded enough that privacy wasn’t really a problem. We threw our towels over a lawn chair, and I dragged back the cover and fired up the jets. Kim and I had had some meteoric sex in the hot tub since we had it put in. The strength of the water jets produced some mind-blowing orgasms for Kim, and the sensation of weightlessness coupled with the reduced lubrication from being underwater helped me to cum quickly, too. This time I was just here for the show, as I knew it would take me a while to recover from cumming twice in the past hour.

We hopped in, and Kim climbed up on the seat to position her clit in the stream of water. Brenda climbed behind her and I watched her hand disappear in the bubbled water. I was reasonably sure that Brenda was working her fingers in and out of Kim’s pussy; my theory gained credibility when Kim’s head rolled back and she whispered a low “Mmmmmmmmmmm.”

Not wanting to miss the fun, I moved next to my wife and began to pinch and tug at her nipples. Kim was already trembling, and I watched her climax began to build. Just before it hit, Kim’s eyes opened and she whispered, “Oh God you guys I’m gonna cum again…..” Her eyes closed, her hips bucked and I watched her ride the orgasm to conclusion.

Spent, Kim took a seat on the bench and I sat next to her. Brenda shuffled over to my left and put her head on my shoulder. For this frozen second in time, I was the king of the world.

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Walking home, engrossed in each other, as they had been, the onset of the summer rain shower caught them by surprise. Gentle at first they hadn’t bothered to hurry, then the clap of thunder announced a new intensity. Still holding hands had they been younger they might have broken into a run. Given their age they just ended up wet!

Turning up the path of their secluded holiday cottage on the edge of the coast they ambled round the back onto the outside, covered, veranda.

They dripped as they turned to look out at the passing rainsquall, now heading off out to sea, overtaking the odd boat or two as it went.

She stood, hands on the rail, facing away from him gazing at the view. Coming up behind her he eased his hands under her sopping tea-shirt stroking and fondling her unfettered breasts. He kissed her neck as he did so. She still stood facing the sea, but reached behind her fondled the growing bulge, then she undid the zip, sliding her hands in and encouraging his penis to the ready hardness for what they both wanted. His shorts, now undone, ended up sliding down of their own accord and he stepped out of them. She shuddered a little in anticipation as he did so. Now he eased her t-shirt over her head just leaving her standing in her wet skirt. He ran his fingertips down her neck and leaning in kissed her. çankaya escort She shuddered again, and then again as he ran his fingertips down her beautiful, pendulous breasts. He reached her hardening nipples and leaning forward he first licked and then suckled the now hard tips. She groaned, as he knew she would, the sensations running straight to her sex.

He moved and knelt in front of her, undoing her skirt so as it fell to the ground leaving her naked, for she wore no panties that day. He kissed slowly down her front. Tickling her ‘inny’, then on down her belly finally reaching her grey, sparsely–haired mound. Her lips reddened, opened and began to gently leak the wonderful juice of her readiness onto his seeking tongue. She raised a foot and placed it on his shoulder as she leaned back against the rail, opening herself wider to the ministrations of his questing, now pushing against it. He pulled a chair from behind and sat in front of her, then helping her to sit onto the wide veranda rail as she wrapped both legs behind his head pullinh him to her. Finally he reached what she wanted as he touched her bud and at the same time easing a forefinger gently up inside. Her groans became a wail and the moisture a flow as she came hard against his face.

She held there, rigid, in spasm, head thrown back, as the ‘little death’ took her. Then — still ankara rus escort no words spoken — she pushed him away, turned to face him and knelt on the floor between his legs – his hard and ready cock — rampant and throbbing in her hands. Looking him in the eyes she licked the drop forming at the eye. Then she swirled her tongue round the crown following by what she knew he loved.

Slowly engulfing him.

All of him.

Right down until he felt himself entering her throat.

Right down until he felt her nose bump him.

God!! How did she do that? No-one else he had ever known could take all of him.

Then slowly she relinquished his length, slowly back over the crown, slowly kissing and loving the tip.

“Enough! I want you now!” Her scant words were softly spoken.

She stood and using his cock she gently pulled him to his feet, steered him to one side. Momentarily she let him go to drag a lounger mattress onto the deck then kneeling again made him lie down on his back.

Once again she moved forward and caressed the corona with her tongue, making him ready for her. Then she knelt astride. Held him to her waiting, greedy entrance and eased his bulbous crown into her. Eyes shut in pleasure and concentration she waited a second or so as her body accommodated the large head. Now, waiting over, she slipped ankara yabancı escort down in that long slide, the exquisite pleasure of awaited impalement.

Grey-haired mound to grey-haired groin, buried deep to the hilt!

They lay — cock-conjoined – still, absorbing the pleasure of their coupling

He flexed himself inside her and she caught her breath, shutting her eyes to the wave of pleasure that soared through to the far depths of her soul. She leant forward so her wonderful, bosom and nipples could came to his mouth as he gathered them together to suckle both at the same time.

Now she squeezed down on him.

He nipped her teats gently with his teeth in return and she squeezed again, harder this time. He moved his hands to cup and hold the cheeks of her rear as he moved at first gently then with more urgency inside her.

“Come for me.” He whispered.

“Oh yes, my lover,” her response as she ground her clit against him, now riding him hard, their bodies slapping and slipping together. And then they were lost in the rising passion — their swift arriving climax crashing in on them both as he arched — spearing deep up into her – pulsing his life force where it belonged.

The tableau held for a few long seconds, their breathing ragged in the passion reached, then slowly they came down from their high and he held her to him, still deep, deep inside. He, and she — his loving and long-time mistress, wondering at the ardour they still could feel.

They dozed — still coupled — as the afternoon sunshine returned – life and love were good.

Sven the Elder

© Spring 2008.

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Rachel sells another house.

Rachel had finished with Chris a few months ago, she had let him down gently but he was of course distraught. There was no way Rachel could continue dating him not after that steamy night with his father.

She had carried on working for her estate agents, wondering how long it would take before she could save up enough money for her own place, it was time to move out from her parents house, she needed her own freedom. This was where working for an Estate Agents came in handy, it was easy to see what was on the market, but still right now there was very little she could afford, she would just have to stay put for a little while longer.

Rachel had just come back from her 11 o’clock appointment, showing a newly wed couple Tom and Charlotte, around a two bed house in the valley. It was now nearly half two and when her boss asked why it had taken so long, she lied and said she had taken her lunch hour as well. Rachel was ravenously hungry as in truth, she had worked up a hell of an appetite, but her boss seemed to forget all about it as she handed over the fully signed up paperwork for yet another closed deal. “You can take 2 hour lunch breaks if you keep getting sales like this.” He smiled at her and she went to her desk.

Rachel had turned up at 11 and greeted the couple. They seemed to really like the place, enthusiastically pointing to all the architectural features. Rachel was really happy with how well it was going, for some reason she was in a really naughty mood, she hadn’t been properly satisfied since her encounter with Steve, Chris’s dad, some months previously. Being a stunning, blonde, 21 year old bombshell, it wasn’t for lack of offers, but she wanted to focus on her career for a while so she’d sworn off men. She did notice the looks Tom was giving her though, when his wife wasn’t looking.

Tom was becoming visibly flustered, and Rachel was loving every second of it. Every time she addressed him, he would end up going red and turning away, pretending to take an over enthusiastic interest in the light fixtures, or the skirting board. His wife noticed how he reacted to her with a degree of annoyance etched on her face. Rachel loved the effect she was having on him and decided to push it a little further. When his wife was upstairs, checking for storage space in the bedrooms, she ushered Tom over to her to check over the paperwork. They had both seemed very keen on the property, so Rachel was hoping to wrap up the deal right here and now, if she could.

It was a hot day and Rachel had already removed her navy blue blazer. She stood there in her white, silky work blouse, which stretched tightly across her huge, 32FF breasts, hugging her every curve, before sloping down to snugly fit around her small waist. She had her blouse tucked into her short, grey work skirt, which barely covered the tops of her black stockings and clung to her ass checks as though it was molded around her frame.

While Tom was distracted, she swiftly undid the top button of her blouse and now an ample portion of the top of her cleavage burst onto display. She knew it hadn’t gone unnoticed when Tom walked alongside her to look down at the papers, his body became rigid and he coughed uncomfortably, Rachel looked up to see that his cheeks had gone red.

Tom was fairly average looking bloke, slim build, with short brown hair, his teeth were a bit crooked and stuck out slightly. Rachel guessed he was in his late twenties, or early thirties. Not the normal sort she would go for usually, but she loved to tease all men.

He quickly averted his gaze when Rachel looked up into his blue eyes and she delighted in the effect she was having on him once again.

“Everything looks fine.” He said, while checking over the papers. “let me take some notes, do you have a pen?” He asked. Tom’s eyes flicked quickly over Rachel’s chest and up to meet her eyes. She smiled knowingly and knew she had another chance to tease him a bit more.

She didn’t know what had come over her today, she had woke up feeling incredibly horny and couldn’t resist her flirting with this obviously unavailable married man.

“Of course.” She said smiling sweetly at him. Her bag was on the chair behind her. Rachel turned her back to Tom and bent over to riffle through it, she found a pen instantly but rather than immediately bring it out, she pretended to fumble it and it landed on the floor. Keeping her legs perfectly straight, she doubled over to pick it up. Rachel felt her skirt rising up her firm thighs, knowing full well that her black stocking tops and suspender straps would be on full display, even if only for a second. Standing up she turned to face Tom, who was now almost visibly shaking, he had his hands down in front of his crotch and as he lifted one up to reach for the pen Rachel noticed the large bulge in his trousers. He quickly turned away from her, pretending to flick through the papers whilst adjusting his trousers at the same time.

It çankaya escort bayan was just then that his wife came down the stairs and walked into the room. She saw her husbands flushed appearance and gave Rachel the dirtiest of looks. “Tom outside! I want a word!” She said sternly. Not looking at Rachel, for risk of further arousal, he followed his wife out through the patio doors.

Rachel could see them through the patio windows. They had gone round the side of the house to try and find some privacy, but if Rachel craned her neck she could still see them. What looked like a fairly heated row had broken out and Rachel felt awful that it was possibly because of her. She just wanted to have a bit of fun but it appeared that Tom was now getting a real bollocking over it. He stood with his shoulders slumped, occasionally nodding, as his rather plain looking wife berated him. Rachel could hear snip bits of their conversation as the wife began to get more and more worked up.

“MY FATHER WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU!”

“ONE SMILE FROM SOME SLUT AND YOU’RE A QUIVERING WRECK!”

Tom looked at the ground, appearing to just accept the barrage of abuse.

Rachel was stunned by this, had this woman just called her a slut? What a total bitch, she thought, how dare she!

“I DON’T KNOW WHY I MARRIED YOU!”

“YOU’RE PATHETIC!! PATHETIC!!!”

Tom seemed to be apologising profusely. Rachel wasn’t sure why, he hadn’t done anything wrong. It was her fault if anybody’s. She knew the effect she had on men, and because of the horny state she had awoken in she had caused this. It made her feel awful seeing this man looking so defeated. What a horrible woman this woman was, he’d probably be better off without her, she thought. Tom seemed quite sweet in comparison.

Eventually the arguing died down. Rachel did her top button up. She didn’t want to get this poor guy in any more trouble. Moments later the couple walked back in the room.

Rachel wanted to appear like she hadn’t heard anything so acted as normally as possible. “Have you had any thoughts about the property? Do you like it?” She directed her questions towards Charlotte with a smile. Charlotte tried to smile back but it looked like a grimace. “We really like the house. I think it’s perfect for what we need. Shall we go back to the office and get all the paperwork signed?” Just then Charlotte’s phone beeped and she picked it up to read the text.

“Damn it!” Charlotte exclaimed. “I’m on call, I have to go into work. Tom can you finish up here, get everything signed? Looks like I’ll be in late tonight.”

“Of course darling.” He bent to give her a kiss on the cheek but she ignored it and walked to the door.

“Thanks for all your help.” She said rather sarcastically to Rachel, giving her another sneering grin.

What a nasty, stuck up bitch, Rachel thought to herself. Tom just looked rather embarrassed by the whole situation. “You didn’t…hear…any of our little argument, from before did you?” He asked Rachel tentatively.

“Argument? No…no I didn’t hear a thing.” She lied. Tom seemed relieved by that as his shoulders relaxed back down. He knew his wife had called this beautiful woman a slut and would have been mortified if Rachel had heard.

Tom had been married almost a year now. He and Charlotte had dated for 8 years before marrying, since Tom was 21. She was the only one he had ever been with sexually, as he was a virgin up until then. But she was right, he did have a wandering eye at times. Rachel was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Those big blue eyes, luscious red lips, beaming smile that lit up her face. Gorgeous blond hair pulled back into a pony tail, and smooth, unblemished, silky, bronzed skin. Her figure was equally phenomenal. Such a huge pair of boobs for someone with such a toned, tight waist. Long perfect legs and an amazing peach of a bottom which wiggled so temptingly when she walked.

It was true that he was incredibly turned on by her. When she bent over earlier and he glimpsed that she was wearing stockings and suspenders, he had gone almost light headed and got an instant erection that he hoped she hadn’t noticed.

Tom had never thought about cheating on his wife though, she was bossy and hurt his feelings at times, but she was the only one he had ever loved, the first and only.

That thought often scared him, that he would never experience the touch of another woman for as long as he lived, he wished he had been a bit boulder in his younger years and had been able to talk to girls more easily, but he had missed his chance now. His life was set on a path that he would just have to follow.

“Shall we head back to your office to finish closing the deal then?” He asked Rachel.

“There’s no need for that.” She beamed. Rachel was delighted in the prospect of closing another deal, that would add to this months bonus, her own place was looking closer and closer to becoming a reality by the day. “I have ankara rus escort all the necessary paperwork here. Shall we go through to the dining room and get it all sorted?”

“OK sure, that sounds great.” Tom smiled back, he couldn’t help himself, but the prospect of spending more time alone with her was a daunting one he had to admit. He thought he would be fine in an office with other people around, but what if he got an erection again? that would be mortifying.

They sat for a few minutes around the table. Tom noticed Rachel had done her top button up. Well at least that was some sort of relief, not much though, he could still make out the outline of her bra through her tightly fitted silk blouse.

The atmosphere was more comfortable now however. They talked and joked and seemed at ease in each others company. Tom’s heart still couldn’t help swoon a little each time she looked at him, giggling at his jokes. He knew he would never in a million years, ever have a chance with a girl like Rachel, she was perfect. She probably had a rich body builder for a husband, with a massive cock and a flashy car. But she was unknowingly flirting with him a bit, playing with the thin stands of hair which fell either side of her face, he was loving it though, who wouldn’t.

Rachel was slowly realising that Tom was actually a really nice guy, which made her feel even worse about her behaviour before. His wife was a total bitch, but he was funny and she felt at ease around him. That wasn’t the only thing she was feeling however. Her pussy was beginning to dampen her little black silk panties. She may have woken up horny, but it was getting worse. Tom was a nice guy, she didn’t want to be a home wrecker, but for some reason thoughts of him just sweeping the papers off the table, grabbing hold of her and forcefully fucking her across it, started rushing through her mind, she didn’t want to think it but she couldn’t help it. Rachel could feel her nipples beginning to stiffen inside her bra and her clit began to throb.

Rachel shook her head a few times to try and rid the thoughts from her mind. As her head swished from side to side her breasts jiggled slightly. Something which Tom couldn’t help noticing, his cock gave and unwanted twinge again, he didn’t want to touch it to suppress it for fear he might make the situation down there worse.

“Are you all right?” Tom asked.

“Yeah I’m fine. Only a few more signatures and we are done.” Replied Rachel whilst handing the last few papers across the table to him. “Tell me Tom, what do you do for a living? I haven’t asked.”

“Oh I’m a chiropractor.” He chirped up.

“A chiro-what?” Rachel looked puzzled.

“It’s to do with massaging and joints and stuff.” Tom looked almost ashamed as if this wasn’t a very manly job to admit to having, but it paid well and he was happy doing it.

“Wow!” Rachel exclaimed. “My shoulder has been hurting for days now, I’d ask you to massage me but your wife would probably try to kill me.” She hadn’t meant to say it, but it was out there now.

Tom choked on his water slightly and the flush returned to his cheeks but he didn’t reply and went to quickly sort through the last of the paperwork. There was about a minutes uncomfortable silence as Tom read through the last page. Then he finally piped up.

“It says here there are two toilets? I only noticed the one upstairs.”

“Oh yes! There are two. Did I not show you? There is a small toilet under the stairs. Would you like to have a look at it?”

“Probably should if I’m buying the place, haha!” Tom joked.

“Follow me.” Rachel stood up, straightened her short skirt and walked into the hallway, she opened the door to the downstairs loo and flicked on the light. It was quite bright in there already, there was a window that looked out onto the road, the bottom half of which was frosted but you could look out of the top half and see cars whizzing past out on the main road.

Rachel flicked on the exposed light fixture, remembering her training. Always turn on lights to make the house as appealing as possible.

“Its quite basic, just a loo and a sink.” Rachel gestured to each accordingly. The room was only about two metres long and a metre wide. Tom peered in and nodded. “Always handy to have two loo’s though.” Then Rachel remembered the storage space. “Look there is also this cupboard up here.” She reached up high to show him, then squeaked with pain.

“Have you hurt yourself?” Tom asked looking concerned. Rachel was clicking her shoulder around in its socket.

“I was telling the truth before.” Rachel said. “It’s my shoulder, it really is giving me problems.” She looked in pain.

“You might have pulled something. I don’t mind giving you a quick once over, to try and work the knots out…I mean only if you wanted me to…you know if you don’t that’s fine.” Tom blurted out rather hurriedly.

“Oh please if you don’t mind, that would be amazing….thank ankara etlik escort you.” Instead of leaving the tiny, cramped bathroom though, Rachel simply turned around and stood still, arms at her side.

Tom wasn’t sure what to do, he hesitated, debating in his own mind whether or not to enter in behind her. Eventually he just caved, he desperately wanted to touch Rachel, even if it was just to give her an innocent shoulder massage. He just hoped he could keep his manhood in check, and standing so close behind her, he worried he might not be able to.

Rachel glanced over her shoulder as Tom shuffled into the cramped bathroom. Naughty thoughts still raced though her mind, she knew full well that they should probably go back to the dining room where there was more space, but she wanted to push Tom to his limits, so stood there patiently. She suddenly remembered the last massage she had got from Steve, and look where that had ended up.

Eventually Tom raised his arms and placed his now quivering hands onto Rachel’s shoulders. Her blouse felt amazing on her skin, so soft and silky to the touch. He started off tentatively. I can do this, he said to himself, just don’t get a hard on, please. Rachel let out a small gasp as Tom’s fingers pressed more firmly into her shoulders. It felt amazing, his hands were miracle workers, she could feel all her tension evaporate away.

Tom soon got into a familiar rhythm. He had done this so many times before, this was no different, at least that is what he tried to tell himself. Never had he massaged a woman as incredible as Rachel though, she was like every mans wet dream come true. He could feel her bra straps beneath her blouse, and as he worked his thumbs along her spine pushing them up towards her neck and just below her ears she let out a groan that almost sounded orgasmic. That was it, he couldn’t help it, his cock twitched and jerked in his trousers, there was no way of stopping it and now it pushed hard and painfully against his jeans. He just hoped she wouldn’t notice and carried on.

“My god that feels amazing.” Rachel whispered at him. “I know why you have taken this up for a career, you are so good at it.” She sensed Tom was shaking a bit and knew her moans and gasps would be sending him into a bit of a frenzy but she was enjoying herself so much she just couldn’t help herself. His firm but sensual touch was beginning to send her wild, her nipples felt like bullets in her bra, and her juices were flowing freely through her sodden panties. Her skin started to get goosebumps all over.

Tom pressed his thumbs deeply into her shoulder blades once more, causing Rachel to arch her back towards him. Her blonde ponytail brushed against his nose, the smell of her fragrant perfumed hair washed over him. His erection was becoming almost unbearable now.

He couldn’t do anything though. He was married, and besides Rachel wouldn’t let him, she couldn’t possibly….could she? He looked down to see that her perfect peach of a bum was only inches from his throbbing cock. Every time he drove his fingers into her back, she clenched it and it wobbled every so alluringly.

Tom was a good 6 inches taller than Rachel even with her heals on. Their bodies were so close together now, with Rachel’s back arched, that when he looked down he could see her incredible breasts sticking proudly out from her chest, seeming somehow to defy gravity. As he gripped the tops of her shoulders it pulled her blouse even tighter to her chest, then as he released pressure the material relaxed causing them to wobble almost imperceptibly. My god she is so beautiful he thought.

Unbeknownst to Tom, Rachel was almost maddeningly turned on. She bit down hard on her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. Toms touch combined with her busy mind were causing her breathing to become rapid. There is no way she could cum just by being touched this, surely that was impossible wasn’t it? How embarrassed would she be if she started having an orgasm right now, she wondered how Tom would react. Rachel was trying to resist the urge to reach down into her panties and rub her clit furiously to bring out the satisfaction she now desperately craved.

Out of the corner of her eye Rachel could see the bathroom mirror. She turned her head slightly and she could see Tom’s reflection in it. He was flushed again she could tell, but then as she looked down she noticed the evident tent in his jeans. It was massive, so much so that he had to arch away from her just to avoid touching her with it. At least he’s a gentleman Rachel thought. So he was as turned on as she was and by the looks of things he was pretty well hung. She couldn’t? Could she?

Rachel wanted that cock and she wanted it now, his wife was a total bitch to her earlier and she wanted to make her pay for it, no matter how wrong it was.

She inched back and could feel for the first time a gentle brush of something hard against her ass cheeks. She smiled to herself. Then moved away from it again.

Oh god Tom thought, did she feel that? She didn’t seem to react. Then as he ground his fingers in again she groaned and moved her ass back touching the tip of his cock again this time lingering a little longer and giving her bum a little wiggle.

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She had always loved the rain…the way each droplet caressed her body, sent chills down her spine, warmed her inside and out even in the coldest weather. Tonight the gray clouds that filled the sky promised a storm the likes of which she had never seen. She got dressed quickly, putting on a skintight lavender tank top and a pair of snug denim capris, then stepped outside in her bare feet just as the rain started to fall. She looked up towards the heavens, soaking in the moment with each passing second, her body overwhelmed by the sensation of the wet grass beneath her feet, the chill of the stormy breeze, the tender touch of the raindrops on her bare skin.

The rain poured from the sky in torrents as though all the oceans of the world were emptying at once. She began to shiver, as much from bliss as from the cold, and stretched her arms upwards as far as she could reach as if trying to touch heaven. Her drenched clothes were plastered to her body, and her hard nipples were plainly visible through her tank top. kızılay escort He watched her from across the street, awestruck by her beauty, and he felt his manhood stirring in his blue jeans. He slowly began to walk towards her, wondering what he had done to deserve the love of this earth angel. As he grew nearer to her, his body began to tremble in anticipation. She was so caught up in the moment that she did not see him approaching.

When he embraced her, a tremor ran down her spine. After all these years, he still took her breath away. She looked deep into his eyes, then pressed her lips to his, inhaling his scent as they kissed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body close to his, allowing her to feel his stiff manhood against her stomach. Her legs collapsed underneath her at the sheer power of his touch. He picked her up, holding her close, and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her inside, taking her into the bedroom, and laid her down on her bed as carefully as possible, gently stroking ankara etlik escort her cheek. He continued to kiss her, then pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her firm breasts. He took her nipples into his mouth one at a time, drawing circles around them with his tongue, suckling them, and drawing a guttural moan from deep within her. She pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply, and whispered, “I love you.” He looked into her eyes, professing his eternal devotion in the silence, and held her close, memorizing the feel of her soft skin against his, the soft curves of her body, the gentle harmony of her voice, and the way she made him feel every time he was with her.

He slowly finished undressing her, then helped her remove his blue jeans and boxers. As his manhood was exposed to the cool air, it grew to its full size, and she let out an involuntary gasp at the mere sight of it. He straddled her on the bed, their kisses becoming more and more urgent as their desire escalated, demetevler escortlar and began to suckle her breasts with increased intensity.

He pulled his lips away from her firm breasts and looked into her eyes with a questioning glance as if to make sure she was ready. She nodded slightly, and he reached down and gently guided his erect manhood inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him still deeper inside, and kissed him deeply, moaning with pleasure. When her body had adjusted to his size, he began to move in her, pumping slowly at first, then faster and deeper. She met each of his thrusts with one of her own, pulling his body still closer ho hers, and he drove his tool deep into her again and again, sending shock waves throughout her entire body. She felt her orgasm growing close, and her moans enticed him to thrust even harder, driving her over the edge. They came almost simultaneously, screaming one another’s names in unison. He continued to pump inside her as his seed spurted deep into her womb, stopping only when they had both come down from their orgasmic highs. They kissed passionately, then he pulled out of her, his manhood limp and spent. He rolled over onto his back, and she rested her head on his chest, slipping deep into a contented slumber.

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Quite the College Career Pt. 03

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“2 of a kind!”

Roxy sticks her tongue out at me over her cards, and I stare at mine in disgust. I’m losing my last (well, only) piece of clothing to that? In my defense, I’ve never been much of a poker player, and it’s not like this is the easiest environment to concentrate on my cards.

What’s so difficult about it? I’m sitting in my boxers across from my roommate Alex, who is doing only slightly better than I am, as he still has his pants on. Next to him is his… girlfriend? FWB? Anyway, Lisa. Gorgeous, but at least clothed, unlike her friend to my left, Rosy. Rosy is topless and quite nonchalant about it. I try not to stare, but I mean, I’m 18, right? To my right are Roxy and Ruth. Roxy, she who just officially made me nude, is still wearing her black mini-dress. Ruth is down to a tube top and a thong. The music is playing, we’re all drinking, and yeah, my mind is not much concentrated on my cards.

And, not to brag, but I just got laid like 20 minutes ago. Also, this will be the second time I’m naked in front of this crowd tonight. Let’s be real, what’s one more time?

“You’ve wasted enough time,” says Rosy, tapping a non-existent watch on her wrist.

“You’re right,” I say, and lift up from my seat just enough to remove my boxers. I slide them off my legs and toss them across the room.

“Happy now?” I say, and in response receive a chorus of boos from the girls seated around the table.

“I’m good with the way that turned out,” Alex says. Lisa scoffs. “You mean to tell me you guys don’t just hang out in your dorm naked all day?”

“We try to keep it to the weekends,” he says. He reaches for her leg beneath the table, and Lisa winks at him. Ruth ducks her head under the table then pops back up, giggling.

“I have confirmed, he is naked.” She says. Rosy rolls her eyes and Roxy slaps her on the shoulder. “Hey!” Ruth says, rubbing the skin Roxy slapped. “Just because you got to know it so well doesn’t mean I don’t want my own look.”

Yes, astute reader, Roxy is the one I had sex with.

“So I’m out,” I say. “You guys gonna keep going?”

“We are,” says Lisa. “This game isn’t over yet.”

“Oooooh,” says Ruth, waving her hands in the air. “Lisa’s got her game face on.”

“In all seriousness,” says Rosy, “No one will be allowed to leave this table until she wins. And if she loses, she’ll just pout the rest of the night.”

“Fuck you,” says Lisa, shuffling the cards. “Why would we start something we’re not gonna finish?”

Everyone settles for a moment as Lisa deals the cards. Roxy and Rosy are on their phones. Alex is watching Lisa’s hands. I feel two fingers on my right knee. I glance at Ruth, who is looking at Lisa as well. Her eyes shift to me for a moment, then away again. The fingers run up my thigh as far as they can without Ruth needing to readjust. When they reach their highpoint, they walk back down my thigh and massage it about halfway between my knee and hip. When the cards are dealt, Ruth gives my leg a brief squeeze then pulls away.

The way we’re playing, losing three hands means a piece of clothing comes off. It resets after you take it off. You can fold once per piece, any more and it counts as a loss. Rosy is currently sitting at two hands, the rest at one.

And then there’s me, naked, drinking and now free to enjoy the lovely scene around me. The hand goes by quickly. Ruth lets me peek at her cards, and I am definitely able to concentrate on them and not the bountiful cleavage she’s also showing. I tell her she has a chance (she probably doesn’t, and knows it), and she scrunches up her face at me before flicking me off, the view of her hand blocked from the rest by the table. I grab her actual hand and put it back on my thigh. She giggles, squeezes my leg, then returns her focus to the game.

To my chagrin, Rosy wins the hand. She’s wearing nothing but a skirt, and I am extremely interested to see if there’s anything underneath it. I gaze at her while she’s on my mind, and Rosy meets my eye and raises one eyebrow. I grin in return. Roxy gathers the cards and begins to shuffle.

I feel a foot on my calf, rubbing it in a slow and methodical fashion. The foot, to my surprise, is coming from my left, meaning Rosy, seemingly absorbed in her phone, is the culprit. I strike up small talk with Alex, trying to play it cool while her foot moves with purpose up my leg. I keep the conversation up, and Rosy’s foot wanders past my knee and up my thigh. The bottom of her foot travels over the top of my leg, her toes kneading my inner thigh. What with all the visual and physical stimulation of the past half-hour, I begin to respond. I feel myself growing, and as Rosy’s foot inches closer to my groin her toes graze the tip of my penis. I keep up my conversation with Alex, forcing myself to not react. Out of the corner of my eye I see Rosy grinning down at her phone. She strokes the top of my shaft with her toes, then pulls her foot away.

Roxy deals the cards, and Alex stops talking çankaya escort to concentrate. Now with two losses, he’s a bad hand away from being in nothing but his boxers. With Lisa at his side, however, I struggle to see how this would be a problem. Play continues, and again I feel Ruth’s hand on my right thigh. I had leaned back in my chair, enjoying my current low-stress situation, and her unexpected touch startles me. All of me.

My leg jerks at her touch, as does my member. Ruth covers her smile with her cards as my shaft comes into contact with her fingers. Extending them, she wraps her fingers around so that the pads of her fingers are just touching me, and starts to stroke me under the table.

Her motions are small, only her wrist moving to keep her arm stable and her actions unknown to the rest of the group. I’m trying to stay relaxed, but I now have a full erection and Ruth’s soft touch is perfection. The current hand ends, Alex winning it with three queens. He raises his arms and cheers, and I salute him with my glass from across the table. Lisa throws her cards on the table.

“Fuck!” She cries, slamming her hands on the table and pushing herself up. Roxy and Rosy follow her lead, and I remember that it was each their third hand. Ruth stops stroking me, but her grip tightens on my shaft.

Roxy starts, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling the material up over her taught body, shimmying her way out of the tight material. She succeeds in pulling it over head and holds her hands out to present herself. She is clad in only a thong, and I drink in the body I had become so well-acquainted with earlier in the night. Roxy smooths her ruffled hair and sits back down, taking a long drink from her glass.

Lisa goes next. Her hands move to her top and my heart leaps, but then she changes her mind and she unbuttons her jeans. They are almost painted on, and for the benefit of the table (but clearly mostly for Alex), she turns around before she begins to pull them down. Her friends whistle and applaud, and Ruth pulls her hand away from me to clap. I join in, because what else am I supposed to do? Lisa pulls her jeans down, her hips swaying to either side as she works the denim down over a sculpted ass clad in a tight black G-string. Alex whistles, and she looks back at him with a wink. She bends over completely to remove the pants, and I am treated to a full view of her splendid ass and barely-covered pussy.

Alex is a lucky man. Lisa straightens, kicks the jeans off her left foot, then sits in Alex’s lap, her outfit not far off of Ruth’s. Alex wraps both arms around her and kisses her cheek. Lisa turns and pulls him in for a full kiss, and they take their time with each other. Rosy, still standing, rolls her eyes and unzips the side of her skirt. Now, her hips are narrow and she is a slim girl, but her ass pops out of nowhere. She struggles with it for only a second, then lets the material fall to the ground so she is standing in front of us wearing only a light blue thong. Roxy and Ruth clap, the noise breaking Lisa and Alex’s reverie enough for them to break their kiss and join in the applause. Rosy moves to curtsy, but instead spins to the side and slaps her ass. I greatly appreciate this move, because she spun so her ass faced me, and I got a front-row seat to her hand coming in contact with the taut flesh. It really was near perfect, this ass belonging to Rosy, round and supple with flawless skin.

After the cheering dies down, Rosy says, “I’m getting another drink, anyone want anything?”

Everyone wants something, so I offer to help her out. First she leans across the table to gather cups, then she walks away from me, near nude, near perfect. Neither of these images help my current condition, so I grab my boxers from the floor to cover myself as I stand. The girls at the table boo.

“Thank bro,” Alex says as I walk past.

I go into the small kitchen, Rosy is at the counter facing away from me. I walk up next to her, try to keep a respectful distance.

“What can I do?” I ask. She glances at me, bites her lip.

“Would it be too much if I asked for your fingers in my pussy?” She asks. I stare at her, mouth agape. “I’m horny as fuck, and if you can hit my G-spot I’ll get off in about 10 seconds. I’d do it myself, but it’s always more fun with someone else, isn’t it?” She glances past me, looking at the others. “Make it quick and they’ll never know.” With the music playing she doesn’t even need to whisper.

She bites her lower lip as she finishes speaking, as if I need any further encouragement. I slide behind her, dropping my boxers and nestling myself right into her ass. Rosy moans, keeping her voice soft, and grabs my hand as it travels around her hip. Pulling her panties aside with her free hand, she guides my fingers into her slit and I slip two of them inside. She’s tight, hot, and soaking wet. Her body trembles and her torso leans forward as she grinds her ass against me. I curl my middle finger ankara rus escort up, probing for my target, and find the small patch of rougher skin inside her.

Rosy claps one hand over her mouth as my finger works, and she moans into her cupped fingers. My free hand grabs one of her breasts, then I roll the taught nipple between two fingers. She goes rigid, her feet braced against the bottom of the cabinet in front of her and her shoulders pressing against me as her hips buck against my palm. I feel a small amount of fluid run down my fingers, and my member slips down and rubs against her outer lips.

Rosy rides out her orgasm, then collapses against me. She nestles her face against my neck and gives it a kiss before squeezing her legs around my shaft and performing a wiggling little dance. I moan into her ear and she nips my neck.

“Soon,” she says. “Trust me.” I groan in protest but let her go, slipping my fingers out of her before stepping away. Rosy takes a moment to settle, then proceeds to throw some drinks together. I am content to watch her work and try to ignore the raging hard on I have as I stand naked in her kitchen. I glance behind me, and see everyone is ignoring us. She finishes her tasks, then reaches up and pulls a bottle of tequila out of another cabinet.

“Time to take this up another level,” Rosy says with a wink. She looks down at my crotch with a concerned frown. “Even after Roxy, huh?”

“How could I not after being up against you like that, having my fingers inside you?” Rosy grins, I continue. “You’re ridiculously sexy.”

She steps over to me and gives me a peck on the lips. Then she bends down (!!!)… picks up my boxers, and drops them on my shaft so that they’re hanging off it. She giggles and turns back to the drinks, picking up four of them.

“Can you grab the last two and the tequila?” She asks, and I do as she requests. No one asks what went on in the kitchen so we seem to be in the clear, but Ruth takes in the boxers hanging off me with a raised eyebrow. I meet her when she looks up and we both grin. As we do, Alex calls the hand. Rosy and I distribute drinks as Lisa declares herself the winner, showing off a full house before flicking off the table. We laugh, then everyone turns to Ruth with an expectant eye. She sighs, rolls her eyes with a melodramatic flair, and pushes her chair back from the table.

“Time to join the cool kids club,” says Ruth, and pulls her tube top over her head in one smooth motion. Once it’s off she squeezes her breasts together, reminiscent of what she did for me earlier, and gets cheers and applause from everyone at the table.

For those of you keeping score at home, that is now three beautiful topless women, leaving only one with a shirt still on. Lisa, this last holdout, scans the room with a judgmental eye, her thoughts hidden from the rest of us.

“Fuck it,” she says. She picks up her drink and takes a large gulp. “Alex, you ready to go up?” She looks at him with a gaze that asked the question in and of itself. He grins and tosses down his cards. “Of course.”

“Hey!” Roxy cries. “What about finishing what you started?”

“We’re definitely going to do that,” Lisa says with a smile, and it’s hard not to watch her thong-framed ass walk away as she leads Alex to the stairs by one hand. He glances back at me, I give him a wink, and he grins.

“Well,” Rosy says with a sigh, “they’re gone the rest of the night.”

“Perfect time for the tequila then!” Ruth says, taking a sip of her drink before reaching for the bottle. Rosy messes with her phone, and the volume of the music goes up. “We’re gonna need it, with the way those two go at it.”

Roxy moves so that she is sitting directly across from me, leaving Ruth alone on my right and Rosy on my left.

“So… what do we play now, spin the bottle?” I ask. The girls look at each other, and burst out laughing.

“You’ve got three topless women sitting around a table with you, and that’s the best you’ve got?” Roxy challenges.

“Ha… no.” I respond.

“Clever,” says Rosy. She snaps her fingers. “Forgot shot glasses. One sec.” She stands up, I watch her leave. Give Roxy and Ruth a sheepish grin when I look back to both of them staring at me.

“No worries,” says Roxy. “We all know she has a great ass. Personally, I think it’s between her and Ruth.”

“You’re too kind babe,” says Ruth, wiping away a tear. “But I have to work at it. Rosy is all natural.”

“The girl was definitely born with that ass,” says Roxy, “but nothing wrong with an ass you work for. And you know I love yours.” Ruth gives her a wink, Roxy blows her a kiss. I’m about to delve deeper into this when Rosy struts back in with the shot glasses.

“Hey, kiss and tell Roxy, how was this guy?” Rosy asks. Roxy blushes a bit, but answers the question. “Pretty damned good. Good tongue, nice cock. Knows how to use them both.”

“Pretty good fingers too,” says Rosy, grinning. Ruth slaps ankara yabancı escort the table. “I knew it. You took just too long in there to make me suspicious. Shit, am I the only one here who hasn’t had a piece yet? And I was the first one to agree to this thing!”

I open my mouth to answer a question, but Roxy interjects. “Look at us, I think you’re going in the right direction. And it’s not like you’ve been keeping your hands to yourself.” She rolls her eyes at Ruth’s feigned confusion. “I was sitting right next to you, and believe me, you’re not that subtle.” They stare a each other for a moment, then laugh.

I am semi-confused at the moment as I know there is more to the story than I know, but I can’t lie and say I’m not enjoying myself. Three beautiful women wearing nothing but their underwear, one that already had sex with me, one whom I helped orgasm and another who’s flirted with me the entire night. This is what the college experience sounded like in my dreams, but it was one that I never thought would come true. So hey, why not push my luck?

“So… Roxy made it sound like there might be some confusion on which one of you has the best butt,” I say. “If this is a question you want answered, I offer my services as an impartial party.”

“Impartial?” Ruth says. “Roxy already fucked you and Rosy got some piece of you in kitchen. Sounds like bias to me.”

“But he probably still wants to get in your pants, so it may all even out,” says Roxy.

“You want us to line up in front of you with our asses on full display just so you can pick out your favorite?” Rosy sounds unimpressed.

“Isn’t this how the Trojan War started?” Ruth interjects. Rosy ignores her. “What’ll you do?” She asks me.

“I don’t know, feel like I already did my part in the kitchen.” I respond.

“Definitely did upstairs,” says Roxy. I thank her and Rosy’s cheeks turn red.

“Alright big guy, I’m down to give you what you want but I want you to prove just how game you really are.” Rosy slides two shot glasses towards me. “Two shots of tequila and you’ll get your show.”

I scoff and grab the other two shot glasses. “If you’re gonna call me out like that, I’ll go ahead and do four,” I say. Roxy and Ruth laugh and clap at my proclamation. I line the glasses up in front of me and fill each to the brim.

Now, I consider myself a fairly lucky man (see: a job I like, my current situation with these topless beauties), but I must say I am not a smart one. If I was, I would have thought about the amount I had already drank, and not put myself on the hook for double the amount of tequila. If I was smart, I would have spaced them out just a tad. However, I did not do these things.

The three girls laugh and disparage me as I line up the shots, and cheer as I throw back each one. Not gonna lie, I have not had a lot of tequila before this, and have never greatly enjoyed it. And those times it was in margaritas or at least cut with lime and salt. These shots were not. Regardless, I knock out the four in about ten seconds and slam the last one back on the table, shaking my head and trying to hold back a coughing fit. The girls laugh and applaud, and I reach for my other drink to try to cut the taste. As it was just vodka with a splash of sprite, it does not help a great deal. Better than nothing though.

“He’s done his part,” says Ruth, standing up with a delightful jiggle. “Girls?”

Rosy and Roxy stand as well, and three line up on the opposite side of the table. It’s a breathtaking sight, the three almost nude and staring at me. I lean forward and prepare for my harsh duty.

“Should we turn around all at once, or one at a time?” Ruth asks.

“All at once,” I say. “We need to keep this fair, right?”

The three glance at each other, then turn more or less as one. Rosy on the left, Roxy on the middle, and Ruth to the right. By God, what a sight. Rosy’s ass pops from her lithe frame, Roxy’s is the smallest by far, but tight as hell and I have fond memories of it from earlier in the night. Ruth’s is pretty damned perfect, proportional for her size and toned. She also has the starkest tan lines, a white square proving her bikini bottoms to be tiny, but nowhere near as tiny as the minute thong she wears now.

This is not an easy task, so I don’t even pretend to do it. I just put my head in one hand and enjoy the view.

“Come on now,” Rosy says, arching her back and jutting her ass out even further. “What’s it gonna be?”

Well, that little maneuver was pretty enticing. Roxy and Ruth, not to be outdone, follow suit. Ruth adds a little wiggle, and Roxy, being in the center, seizes the opportunity to give each of her friends a spank. They shriek and giggle, and I lean back in my chair, amazed at the sight before me.

“This is impossible,” I say, and Rosy glares at me.

“Hurry up, damn it,” she says. I sigh.

“You three are devastating. Each of you are beautiful, and together? It’s mind-boggling. But if I have to choose…” I take my time looking over each once more. Rosy’s deceptively large and firm, Roxy’s petite and tight, Ruth’s suntanned and toned.

“Ruth,” I say. “Ruth takes this one.”

“Yes!” She jumps away from her friends, her arms in the air. “Victory!”

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“Pumpkin, your cum’s delicious but if you drink a lot of juice, it’ll taste so good I’ll never be able to stop eating your love fluids.”

I was talking to Helen on the phone at work. She was a secretary in the financial aid office of the small local college. We’d become the proverbial “friends with benefits” after I’d met her at a bar one night. She was a single mother who I found out had an insatiable appetite for cum and cumming. That night she took me into the parking lot and sucked my cock until I was fully drained and then thanked me and handed me her phone number. I called her the next day, wanting a repeat but also wanting more. I also mentioned that I wanted to return the favor.

Helen laughed, “Honey, you have no idea how much I enjoy just sucking cock. And your cock is perfect because I can take it all the way into my throat without gagging too hard. I’ve done this a lot in case you didn’t figure it out and I get plenty of pleasure from just swallowing.”

We made plans for that night. It was the first time I knew that I was guaranteed sexual pleasure on a first date and that made me a little nervous. I went to pick Helen up, a dozen roses in hand and a tingling cock in my pants. “Oh, you’re so sweet.” She said. “But I really want your cock.” She gave me a cock-hardening kiss.

At that point, I didn’t know if she was serious about wanting my cock right then but in the weeks to come, I found out that she was. We went out and had a nice dinner. Helen was very open about the çankaya escort fact that she had a stable of men who she serviced fairly regularly. It was mind-blowing but not as insane as the blow-job she gave me later that evening.

After dinner, Helen was very forward about wanting my cock for dessert and she insisted that we go to my place. She pulled off her panties in the car, allowing me to finger her as she undid her blouse and removed her bra. She didn’t bother with rebuttoning herself and as we walked to my door, I could she her big tits bounce. Helen wasn’t the most fit woman I’d ever had but she was definitely the most sexual. She was attractive in a simple, natural sense and she carried her extra weight nicely.

Once inside, Helen poked around and found her way to the bedroom. She was so nonchalant and confident. I was speechless but no words were required. Helen sat on the bed and undid my pants. She moaned as she took it into her open mouth, just holding it there on her tongue. Then she had me lay back and began sucking me. It was so delicious to have her expert mouth on me, her tongue flickering, her cheeks sucking hard, her lips clenching on my shaft.

I wanted her to get off too so I maneuvered her around so I could eat her. Helen’s skirt billowed over my head as I discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties and she lowered herself on my face. Our mouths worked frenetically until I couldn’t control myself and Helen sucked a big load of my cream down her throat. “Yummy!” ankara rus escort She breathed after she swallowed a big gulp. “I’m gonna keep you hard.”

Helen began licking my thighs and balls, all the way to my asshole. The whole time she pinched my cockhead with her fingers and made loud noises. I was enraptured and my cock throbbed like never before. When she felt the power return to my cock, Helen shifted positions and took off her skirt.

“Fuck me baby, make me cum.” She demanded. I was so turned on by this sexpot secretary that I got on top of her and ramrodded my cock into her waiting hole. She groaned and hollered, “Yes, hard and rough you fucker!!!”

I pounded her as our bodies became a wild spasming of flesh. “Suck my tits while you fuck me!” I complied, taking as much of her tit into my mouth as possible. “Fuck me. Bite on my tits! Make me feel it! Make me sore!”

An unbridled intensity erupted in me and I attacked Helen’s body with all my energy. She began to flail underneath me as I did all she wanted. “Oh shit! I love it!!! Yes! I’m gonna cum you bastard!!! OOOOhhhh!!!”

I released her tits, pulling them through my teeth and focused on pistoning into her cunt. Helen’s nasty efforts had me on the edge and I wanted to prolong her orgasm before I unloaded again. She reached down and began to play with her clit, “Straddle my tits and cum on my face!” I quickly pulled out of her and did as she said. I mauled her tits and pumped up between them. ankara yabancı escort When I felt the first cum-rope surge through my shaft, I released her tits and exploded on Helen’s face.

Helen moaned as I coated her. It was so hot to watch my cock spurt onto her chin, lips, and cheeks. She was still fingering herself and writhed in pleasure. “Kiss me. Share your beautiful cum with me baby.”

I’d never done anything like that before but in that moment I couldn’t resist. Helen gave me the sloppiest kiss ever and locked my body into a tight grinding action that caused her to cum again. We moaned together, never breaking the gooey, cum-stained kiss.

When we finally calmed down, Helen asked me to drive her home. She rested her head on my shoulder and we held hands on the short drive across town. Her clothes were a mess and there was dry cum on her face but she looked incredible anyway. She smiled at me before getting out of the car. “I hope you like anal because we’re gonna have lots of fun together sweetie.”

All I could say was, “Helen, you’re amazing. Thank you.” I felt stupid saying thanks but it was all I could utter. She smiled and leaned back into the car to tongue kiss me. “See you soon, stud.”

Over the months, I drank a lot of juice and Helen told me that I could just show up anytime at her house for blow-jobs. I did that and on a regular basis, she sucked me off outside her office during her lunch breaks. Once she swallowed my load in the stairwell of her office building at the end of a workday and another time she let me fuck her in the bathroom. I moved away a year later, but sometimes I still call Helen and we have phone sex. I’m about to call her now and talk her through one of her patented silent office orgasms right now.

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The tears trail down my cheeks as the song trails off; the last mournful tones slowly fading into silence. Ah, I’m such a sap. I open my eyes to the dank interior of a bar as I quickly wipe my cheeks, hoping that nobody’s seen me cry. It’s been an okay day, but sometimes I just need to hear sad music to tip me into a place where I can let the frustration out. It’s really the only release I have anymore. This bar’s always been a place where I can come and feel anonymous. For the most part people left me alone, but that didn’t stop me from being paranoid about crying in front of a group of strangers – for any reason. It always felt like they’d see it as an open manipulation in order to receive comfort of some sort.

I spot a movement out of the corner of my eye and turn to check it out as a guy casually steps up to the table I’m sitting at, two beers in his hand.

“You alright?” he asks, moving to sit in the booth across from me. Awfully assumptive of him. I frown back at him, annoyed that he’s forcing his presence on me when it’s not wanted. I cock my head as I look at him, curious. “Why do you care?”

The man, who is actually damned attractive – now that I’ve had a chance to actually check him out, raises an eyebrow and calmly answers, “Tears usually mean problems.” I can feel my expression becoming sour as I mutter, “And what’s it to you?” What, is he another ‘Mother Theresa’? He really doesn’t look the type.

“Looked like you could use an ear,” he replies.

I let out a sarcastic laugh. If it’s a line, it’s a shitty one.

“What’re you lookin’ for here?” he asks, surprising me.

I’m not sure if he’s fucking with me or not, but for some reason I decide to answer honestly. “Some kind of release.”

He shrugs and quietly places one of the beers in front of me. I eye it for a moment, then look back over at him. “I don’t drink.” I explain.

“Why not?” He looks mildly interested in my possible answer. We are, after all, in a bar.

“Don’t like the taste.” I shoot back.

“When’s the last time you tried it?” He asks, leaning back into his seat.

“Many years ago. Hated it then. I’ll probably hate it now.”

“Never know ’till ya try.” He’s goading me. He knows that I know he’s doing it and he doesn’t care. As he smiles, something in his eyes catches me. I feel my heart give a single loud thump as he murmurs, “It’ll cure what ails ya.”

At a loss for words, I let out a bark of laughter, then pick the beer up. Why am I even bothering? çankaya escort This guy’s a just another cocky, nosy prick. And yet – he’s taken an interest in some chick he doesn’t know from Adam that he’s seen getting all emotional in the back booth of a local watering hole. I take a swig, unsurprised to find myself still disgusted with the taste. I grimace and place the beer back on the table. “Yep. Still as shitty as I remember.” I grumble, wanting him to leave – but also wanting him to stay. The inner conflict is frustrating. Another irritation to add to the pile. It’s getting pretty big of late. I blink as I notice something. He seems interested. When was the last time somebody was honestly interested in me that didn’t turn me off entirely? Years. Easily.

He takes a long slow swig then looks me in the eye, his voice becoming a low, husky rumble. “There are other ways to find release, y’know.”

Yep. Definitely interested. Still, I want to make sure so that there’s no misunderstanding. “Indeed there are.” I lean forward, my eyes narrowing. “What exactly are you getting at?”

He smiles – a lazy curve of his lips. A wickedness. His hazel eyes dance as he asks, “When’s the last time you got laid?”

Ah, crudity. Such class, going for the conversational money shot so soon after inserting himself into my personal space. Prick. And yet..

“Are you usually this direct?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

He nods and tips the beer back again before replying. “Yep.”

Hazel eyes and raven black hair, surprisingly strong features and to top it all off, he’s built like a brick shithouse. He’s gorgeous, in a rough and tumble sorta way. “I’m sure that a man of your particular distinction doesn’t usually have issues finding company in dives like this. So why me?”

He cocks his head at me, placing his beer on the table off to the side. “You usually this evasive?” he asks, not letting it drop.

Something about his tone makes me shiver and before I’m able to stop myself, I blurt out, “Three years.” His jaw drops slightly as I add, “And change.”

He seems to think about something for a moment before standing up and grabbing my wrist. My pulse leaps as he murmurs, “C’mon.”

He pulls me out of the booth and I scramble to collect my iPod, jamming it into a pocket before he pulls me past the bartender, who he nods to as he goes by. His grip isn’t painful, but I’m definitely being led. Where the hell is he taking me and why am I not wiping the floor with ankara rus escort him? Anybody else who pulled this crap would’ve pulled back a bloody stump.

“Where are you..?” I ask and he quickly cuts me off.

“Where do you think?” he replies.

We’re outside now and it’s dark out. I can see the north star clearly as well as the bright curve of the scythe moon high in the canopy of black night. The air smells clean and green and there’s a warm, gentle breeze. He leads me over to a large green truck, gently pushing me back up against it.

“Three years? No shit?” he asks. He looks genuinely puzzled.

I look back at him, nodding numbly. I’m not usually this submissive and at the back of my mind, I’m really bothered by it. But a part of me likes it – wants to know just how aggressive he is. How far he’ll take it. It’s been a long goddamned time and my hormones are now jumping into overdrive.

He leans into me and takes a deep breath. I can see him shiver, feeling the heat of his body against my skin. He releases my wrist, placing his hand on my hip. His breath is hot against my neck now and I can feel his lips on my skin, slowly moving up to just under my ear.

“You gotta lot ‘a time to make up for, then.” he murmurs.

An intense jolt pounds through my synapses at the sound of his voice. I hear a small cry escape my lips, unable to help it. His hand tightens against my waist and I can hear his breathing becoming rough now. Harsh.

“Jesus.” he murmurs softly, placing a hand on my other hip as he pulls back to look at me. His eyes are sharp and glittering as I feel his hands slowly slide up my sides.

“Public or private?” he asks, his voice sounding almost strangled.

Not really knowing what he’s asking and finding it difficult to speak, I stammer, “W-what?”

His hands tremble slightly at my sides as he growls, “I can either fuck you right here against the truck, or we can go somewhere. Entirely up to you. You’re gettin’ fucked either way, though.”

His words excite me more than anything previous lovers have said or done in the heat of passion. I can feel my legs buckle and I hear him let out a self-assured chuckle as he pulls me against his body, his mouth – then his teeth – rough against my neck.

“Can’t hold back much longer, darlin’. What’s it gonna be?”

“Private.” I groan, letting out a hiss as he bites down and grinds into me. Something delicious jitters through my synapses and I can hear him ankara yabancı escort let out a whimper of sorts.

Good. We’re both gone. He pulls back and growls. “Too late.”

Honestly? I couldn’t be happier. At this point, it wouldn’t matter if this was performance art in an overcrowded concert hall. The only thing that matters is getting naked and getting him inside me – as quickly as possible. Thank god I’m wearing a skirt, I think to myself as I hear him quickly unbuckling and unzipping. I look down between our bodies and let out a strangled cry. He’s enormous. How on earth will it all fit?

My panties tear off with a single impressive jerk of his hand. He’s done this before. He hefts me in his arms and I wince, bracing for a traumatic entrance. I am both startled and pleased that I’m well lubricated enough for it to be tight, but doable. He feels amazing sliding in and his teeth graze my nipple through my shirt as he presses me down against him. His hands clutch almost painfully at my hips as I feel his pelvis pressing against my ass now. He’s finally all the way in and it’s literally taking my breath away.

“My god…” I whimper and I hear him growl as he pulls out and slams back in. Stars spark across my vision, it’s so goddamned good. Within moments, we’re both rutting at full speed – his mouth hot and soft along my skin. I’m clutching at his back, plucking at the flannel shirt he’s wearing. It occurs to me that he kinda dresses like a lumberjack before the thought is quickly shoved out of my head at the feeling of a growing liquid heat inside me that’s slowly getting stronger as it flows from my pelvis up my torso.

He begins slamming into me harder and the feeling suddenly changes, becoming sharper and bigger as it shakes its way through my body, forcing me to the edge of a place of sensation that I can’t remember feeling before. His teeth scrape against the tender skin between my neck and my shoulder and it’s becoming an electric pulse now. I feel cold and hot at the same time and as he bites down a white hot rush screams through me and out my mouth as pleasure shakes my body like a hyperactive dog with a sock.

He quickly follows, moaning against my neck, his body trembling as all his synapses fire at once.

Everything becomes bliss and serenity as I feel him slowly start to kiss his way up my neck. When his lips meet mine, I’m more than eager to respond and I’m surprised to find that he’s an exquisite kisser. He’s so gruff that this seems almost too soft for him. It’s an odd combination, but it definitely works for me. He gently nips my lower lip with his teeth and pulls back to look at me, his face shining with a sated grin.

“Now private?” he asks and I nod, laughing now.

Oh yeah. Now private.

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