The ‘Buddy’s Ex’ Taboo

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Tim had always found Sarah hot. That was never in dispute. When he met her 4 years ago through his sister Mandy, he immediately put her near the top of the “hottest women I’ve ever met” list.

He hated her. That was the problem. His best friend Steve hooked up with her and she went from “know-it-all bitch” to “know-it-all turbo-bitch” over night. After putting on a happy face for 3 years of their relationship, Tim was glad when they finally broke up a few months ago. Now she had eased back into “know-it-all bitch”, which was a little more tolerable. Sarah’s beautiful features were obvious to Tim immediately. Gorgeous blonde, wavy hair just past her shoulders. Amazing, fit body. Incredible blue eyes. She had big, pouty lips that just begged to be kissed, and he often thought of them as perfect cock-sucking lips. Her beauty definitely made her presence a lot more bearable.

Three sights combined to make him lust for her more than any woman (and it killed him because he hated her!). Two summers before, Tim had seen Sarah in a bikini when she was over for a barbecue. Wow. Her ass was the most perfect ass he had ever seen. He knew it was nice, but the way it looked in that bikini bottom when she walked, or stood, or bent over, or reached up, or…you get the picture. That was one. He also got her first true look at her taut white belly in that bikini. That was two. The following autumn, a group of them were drinking together and Sarah wore no socks and had a weird kind of blue toenail polish on. When he was alone with her briefly, he mentioned the weird color and for a few minutes they talked exclusively about her feet. He got to look at her beautiful feet throughout the conversation without it being rude, since that was what they were speaking of. Those 2 situations always stuck out in his mind and he jerked off about her often. Sarah, for the time being, was living with his sister, Mandy. As such, he was forced to see her on occasion, and still be friendly with her. That being said, she was his best friend’s ex-girlfriend. Forbidden territory. So he was forced to be civil to her, AND he couldn’t touch her.

One day, Tim was in the neighborhood and dropped by his sister’s place. Sarah answered the door. She wasn’t exactly dressed to kill, wearing a thick, baggy wool sweater, blue jogging pants, and no socks. Her hair was a little frazzled, she wasn’t wearing any makeup, and her eyes were a little red. She had been crying.

“Hi Sarah!” he said, cheerfully, “Is Mandy around?”

“She’s working all day.” she replied. That was when Tim made a huge mistake (though it turned out ok in the end!).

“What’s wrong?” he asked. Inwardly he punched himself. The words slipped out.

“Oh, Steve’s just a big asshole!” she complained, fighting back more tears. Tim almost responded with ‘oh, ok, well, see ya later!’ but thought that was a little insensitive.

“What did he do?” he asked, sighing inwardly. Not only could he not stand her, but he was turned on like crazy looking at this beautiful woman who was dressed down like this. Just seeing her sexy, full lips made his cock move slightly in his jeans.

“It’s cold out,” she said, “come inside.” She stepped aside. He walked in, shutting the door. He wondered how he was going to get out of this boredom. He would keep his shoes on, and make it clear that he wasn’t staying.

“I made coffee,” she said, “take off your shoes and sit on the couch and I’ll bring you some.” So much for that plan. Well, at least she was great eye-candy. It would give him something to think about when he jerked off later.

Sarah sat next to him on the couch, whining about how Steve was just over and how he wanted to fuck her. She was upset that he was with someone else, having sex all the time, and she got nothing. She was upset that he tried to use her for more sex. Sarah wasn’t getting laid and it was so hard to turn away the man she loved when he came by to give her some. She felt used. She felt worthless. She broke out in tears right there on the couch beside him.

‘Great’ he thought, ‘she’s hot, she’s horny, she’s vulnerable, and I can’t do a thing about it!’

He put his arm around her and she cried into his shoulder. He tried to fight his hardening cock – he gets turned on when girls get emotional. She put her arms around him, holding him tight as she cried. With his free hand, he stroked her blonde hair, not saying a word. She was comforted by his touch, and it was that moment where she began to realize that she was becoming wet.

Sarah had been horny a lot lately, not getting any action, but with this handsome man holding her, comforting her, she began to get even more aroused. She couldn’t çekmeköy escort help it.

For a half hour, she whined about this, and whined about that. Tim was great about it, listening to her, comforting her. She felt so warm in his arms, and she began to relax. His attitude about her softened somewhat. She was so vulnerable he couldn’t help it. He also couldn’t help his arousal. He had to get of there. Not only was she his buddy’s ex, but she was his sister’s roommate. A smaller taboo, the latter, but a taboo nonetheless. Besides, could he live with himself if he tried to kiss her and she shot him down? She would be even more unbearable to be around!

It turns out Sarah took the option away from him anyway. While her face was buried in his shoulder, she noticed there was a larger than usual bulge in his jeans. The slight tingling in her crotch grew much more demanding. From there, she couldn’t stop glancing at his lap. Twice she caught herself actually start to reach for it! She looked up at him with beautiful, red-rimmed eyes. Her face was two inches from his, her breathing had deepened, along with his. Her heart was pounding. She realized she needed him. Needed to be touched. Needed to be loved. Needed to feel comforted. She slowly brought her face to his, her lips pressing against his softly. Their lips smacked quietly, and she kissed him again. Sarah kissed Tim a third time, this time opening her mouth. They exchanged tongues, Tim hesitantly, Sarah eagerly. She eased herself onto his lap, straddling him as the kiss became more passionate. His hands caressed her back as her tongue went far into his mouth.

She began to grind herself against his bulge, shooting tingles of desire up her body. Heart pounding, he slowly slid his hands down her back, making their way towards that perfect ass. The ass that he jerked off about so often. The ass he wanted so desperately. His hands cupped her ass cheeks over her jogging pants, squeezing them. Everything else was forgotten now. All he wanted was her. All she wanted was him.

His hands slid up under her sweater, caressing the naked skin of her back. He discovered that she was braless, and he nearly blew his load in his pants right there. His senses were overwhelmed. He was finally kissing those dream lips. He was finally touching that soft, beautiful skin. He slid his hands back down, this time sliding them into her loose pants, into her panties, and over her bare ass. Now he was finally touching Sarah’s gorgeous, perfect ass. He couldn’t believe it!

She was breathing heavily into his mouth, grinding herself against him. She wanted him more with each passing minute. Tim slid his hands up her back again, this time taking her thick sweater with them. She broke the kiss, raising her arms and allowing him to take off her sweater and throw it on the floor.

His heart stopped. Before him was a perfect set of perky tits. They weren’t all that big – a B cup perhaps – but they were amazing. Firm, with hard nipples and light pink areolas. She was kissing at him again, and he broke his stare, kissing her back with fiery lust. ‘smack smack smack’ their lips kissed loudly, sloppily as passion overtook them.

Sarah suddenly broke the kiss, pulling his shirt up over his head and dropping that on the floor as well. They came together as one, kissing, caressing. Her naked upper body was pressed against his and he was conscious of her naked breasts touching his hairy chest.

By this point, she was his. She knew she was very wet, very turned on. She was used to sex daily, and suddenly has gone 3 or 4 months with nothing. Her pussy was aching, needing something inside desperately. She was breathing laboriously, tongue exploring his mouth as she rubbed herself against him. Sarah allowed herself to be laid down on her back on the couch, and Tim lay on her between her legs.

He was in control now, and she needed that. Her legs were open, feet flat on the couch as they kissed. He broke the kiss, and began to kiss down her cheek to her neck. He could hear her breathing in his ear. Her breath was shaky, and he knew just how badly she wanted him. He gently bit her earlobe, and his hand reached down between them and stroked her crotch over her thin pants.

“Ohhhh…” she sighed, subtly writhing her crotch against his hand. He kissed down her neck, sending shivers up her spine. His lips gently grazed over her chest to the small slope of her breasts. His hand never stopped stroking her pussy, and he could feel incredible heat through her clothes. He kissed and licked around her areola, his tongue flecking across her nipple, teasing her.

Her cevizli escort well manicured hands stroked his hair, her eyes were closed as she focused on the feelings that he was giving her. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, sucking it as he ran his tongue over it. She sighed again.

Tim began to kiss his way down her belly, stopping to tease her belly button. He kissed down to the top of her pants, and his hands grabbed the sides of them, gently pulling. Sarah raised her ass up off the couch and allowed her ex-boyfriend’s best friend to slide her pants slowly down her sexy legs. Her panties were white, and there wasn’t a whole lot to them, he noticed as he pulled her pants off first one foot, and than the other.

The beautiful woman lay before him submissively, watching him, chest heaving. He bent between her smooth thighs and kissed her cotton panties directly over the lips of her pussy. “Ohhhh…” she breathed again, bolts of pleasure shooting from her crotch. He kissed the inside of each of her soft thighs, teasing her. She had an amazing set of legs. He could smell the strong scent of her arousal as he kissed her at the edge of her panties, just beside the top of her leg. Sarah was quivering, she didn’t think she could take much more of this. Tim put his mouth on her pussy, over her wet panties still, and began to run his tongue up and down it.

“Oh God.” she whispered, reaching down between her legs. She grabbed the back of his head and began to rub her pussy against his face. She needed so badly to be touched.

His heart was pounding with desire, his cock was straining painfully at his jeans. He took his time though, wanting both to extend this amazing experience, and to tease her. He continued to rub his mouth and tongue against her slit over her panties, driving her insane. By now, she was rubbing herself against him to the point where she was nearly hurting him. Finally, he could wait no more to see that pussy. Much as he had always disliked this woman and hated to admit, but he knew damn well that he had masturbated about seeing the very sight he was about to see, hundreds of times.

He slowly reached up, his fingers touched the side of the crotch of her panties. Tim slowly eased Sarah’s panties to one side, heart in his throat. Gradually the most beautiful pussy he had ever laid eyes on came into view. Two swollen, pink lips were pressed together, glistening with moisture, surrounded by curls of light brown pubic hair. He kissed her naked slit for the first time, causing her to gasp. His tongue snaked out, and he slowly licked from the bottom of her cunt lips up to the top, his tongue nudging her sensitive clitoris.

“Ohh!” she moaned a little louder as bolts of electricity shot from her pleasure spot. He grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled. She raised her ass up off the couch and he slid the skimpy material down her smooth legs. She pulled first one foot, and then the other out of her panties and he dropped them on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Sarah was now completely naked, laying before him with her legs spread.

He bent between her legs and put his mouth around as much of her pussy as he could, his tongue darting inside, tasting her delicious nectar. She squirmed beneath him, her hands running through his hair as he sucked her swollen lips into his mouth. Tim slid his hands under her beautiful ass as he ran his tongue up and down her slit. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm as she subtly writhed her hips up and down off the couch. His tongue nudged her clit, and she gasped.

Suddenly, he sucked her clit into his mouth and circled his tongue around it as fast as he could. “Ohhhh!” she moaned, writhing more frantically. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks tightly as his tongue took her closer to the edge.

“Oh God!” she cried, unable to breathe as an orgasm hit her full force. She curled her toes as her entire body seemed to go up in flames. She was conscious of the inner walls of her vagina pulsating as Tim continued to eat her out mercilessly. Her hands were forcing his face right into her cunt, she had no control over what she was doing as she had her first orgasm that wasn’t self induced in nearly 4 months.

Finally, the intense feelings subsided and her thighs relaxed their grip on his head, her hands also released him. She was gasping for breath, and Tim was as well, he nearly suffocated against her pussy! He had to get inside her. Everything else in his life, in the world, was an insignificant blur. He had to get inside her.

His hands fumbled with his button and fly, and he forced his jeans erenköy escort and underwear down his legs, unleashing his 6 inch cock. He pushed his jeans, underwear, and socks off, becoming completely naked, manhood standing at attention. Sarah lay before him beautifully, sexy legs spread wide, feet flat on the couch, waiting for him. Her naked chest was heaving, causing her breasts to jiggle as she gasped for breath. Her blue eyes were locked on his rock hard member as he crawled up the couch towards her. She watched him get into position, and he grabbed his cock.

He slowly ran the thick, mushroom head up and down her hot, sopping wet slit. The sensation sent bolts of desire up her body. She desperately needed to be penetrated! He stopped at her entrance, holding it there for what seemed like an eternity.

He wanted to cherish this moment. How long had he wanted to shut her up and fuck her? Now he was about to realize his dream!

His gaze met hers and held it. He pushed forward. The pink lips opened for him and he slowly eased into her heat. Her eyes closed, wincing. “Ohhhhh…” she sighed. He was halfway inside her. He pulled back slightly, and then pushed himself forward again. This time, Tim’s entire penis slid into Sarah’s needy vagina.

“Ohhhh yesss…” she moaned, arching her head back as he filled her up. He lay on top of her and his searching lips found hers. They kissed passionately, Sarah sending her tongue eagerly into his mouth. She was gasping for breath as she kissed him, and she felt pure pleasure when he began to slide his organ in and out of her ever so slowly.

She felt so hot around him, so tight. Her feet erotically caressed up and down his legs as they made passionate love on the couch. Their lips were smacking loudly as they kissed with urgency. Her pussy was so snug, he was in heaven. He broke the kiss, unable to hold back for much longer. He held himself up on his arms as he thrust into her a little harder.

He looked down at the goddess before him as he screwed her. Her head was arched back, her eyes were closed, she was whimpering softly. Her smallish breasts were bouncing up and down with each of his thrusts.

Sarah was feeling wonderful, and she could feel that familiar sensation forming in her crotch again. She lifted her leg up onto the back of the couch as he continued to fuck her. Her foot slid back and forth along the back of the couch as Tim’s thrusting grew more powerful. In and out his hard pole went, driving himself into her harder and harder with each thrust. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” her moans grew louder, her other foot raised up in the air was now flailing helplessly behind him.

The amazing sensation in her pussy was growing exponentially, ready to explode. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” she cried, orgasm building. “UNH! UNH! UNH! … … … OHHHHHH God… UNH!” Sarah came. Her orgasm was all consuming, far more powerful than when he went down on her. She was shaking, she was helpless as Tim continued to piston in and out of her hungry twat. Her heart felt like it would burst, every limb was tingling. Her nails were clawing at his back, she had trouble breathing.

He was kissing at her mouth, but she had no strength to kiss back. The couch was squeeking every time he slammed into her, but the noise was buried by her cries. Finally, she came back to earth, able to think coherently again.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, smiling. Her lips found his and she kissed him urgently, as if giving thanks. Her tongue shot far into his mouth just as his penis went far into her vagina. “Mmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!” she moaned into his mouth as he jackhammered in and out of her helpless body.

He was losing it. She was just too hot for him to hold out for long. He had been fucking her for just about 20 minutes, normally he had a lot more stamina, but this woman was incredible in every way.

“I’m cumming!” he grunted, breaking the kiss. Her feet flailed in the air behind him as he thrust into her a few more times rapidly. Tim slid his cock into her cunt, holding it there deep inside her. Her arms and legs fell around him, holding him close.

He moaned, dick jerking inside her. A long, hot load of cum shot violently out of his penis and into her needy vagina. She pressed her lips against his, kissing him as another river of his seed flowed out of his manhood and into her. He moaned into her mouth, shaking, as his organ continued to spasm, shooting more sperm into her accomodating pussy.

Finally, the onslaught slowed to a trickle, and he was left gasping for breath, collapsing on top of her. She squeezed him tight with her arms and legs as the last of his cum dripped into her. They both lay on the couch silently, catching their breath as he softened inside her.

“Ohhhh… I needed that!” she moaned. “That was fun!” she added. She was smiling at him, he kissed her full lips. Their lips smacked a few times, kissing as they recovered. Tim guessed she wasn’t so bad after all!

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NOTE: Texas Trio was my first-ever novel-length erotica, which I’m revising and posting here a few chapters at a time. There’s an actual story to back up all the naughty bits, so it will be more fun if you start at the beginning! Thank you so much for the hearts, stars, comments, and emails—they make all the work worthwhile!

Love- Stefanie

–:–:–:–:–:–:–:–:– CHAPTER 8 –:–:–:–:–:–:–:–:–

Cat waited patiently at the kitchen door, not wanting to alarm the servants by invading their territory. She couldn’t believe she was doing this for the man her awful Uncle Harrison intended her to marry, whether she herself wanted a wedding or not.

On the other hand, she’d been chock full of unlikely behavior lately… and all of it began five weeks ago, when she woke to find a blue-eyed burglar standing over her. Torn between shock at her own wanton ways and constant torturous arousal at the memory of Colt’s body against her, Catherine had tried not to think of him at all.

She’d repeated the vow silently, dozens of times, and failed just as often, despite the passage of days whispering she’d probably never see him again. Up until two weeks ago, it had seemed like thinking of Colt was all she did. At least it had been an escape from the anxiety of awaiting her uncle’s mysterious houseguest .

After dozens of Uncle Harry’s horribly explicit threats, by dinnertime on the appointed evening, Catherine had resigned herself to being at least temporarily tolerant of her unknown suitor. She’d gone to meet him with a pasted-on smile, a heavy heart, and her sister’s welfare firmly in mind. Instead of a lout like Monsieur Louis or another vapid scion of some wealthy family, however, Cat had been astounded to discover a twist of fate had provided her with a surprisingly charming, well-read, shockingly attractive dinner partner. How her cretinous uncle managed it was almost beyond imagining, until Catherine recalled the quiet, well-mannered man she thought he’d been… before the death of her domineering Aunt Frannie freed the tyrant.

In the two weeks since Señor Alejandro’s arrival, Catherine had spent a few hours every day with the handsome South American rancher, and she had yet to find anything truly objectionable about the man. His manners were perfect and his speech refined. They walked in the garden, took a buggy out to look at the new houses going up along Broadway, or rode around the public square on Twentieth Street just to see who was doing the same.

Going against all convention, Catherine had declined every invitation and call she received since Señor Allejandro came to stay. She knew she was causing an upsurge in Galveston gossip, but getting to know a person when you were separated socially by dance cards and managing mamas or brandy and cigars wasn’t practicable. She might be forced to wed this man, after all, and she’d like to know what she was getting into.

What she’d learned so far seemed promising: Señor Allejandro liked some of the same things Catherine did, and wonder of wonders, he was merely amused by her choice of reading material. He’d actually read the Henry James novel she used to shock potential suitors into revealing themselves, but he merely questioned Catherine’s interpretation of its ambiguous ending. Maybe South American men were less constrained, Cat thought curiously.

Her chief reservation about her suitor was his own reserve. “Big Jim” was often quiet, more inclined to listen than to tell stories of his own. It was a welcome change from the young men she knew, but she’d noticed Señor Allejandro often turned the topic when asked about his parents or his past. He was especially quiet around her uncle, too. Catherine didn’t know how to interpret his silences, but she suspected he was hiding something, and that suspicion prevented her from trusting him. It also allowed her imagination occasional reign to return to Colt, regardless of whether he intended to return to her.

Standing outside the kitchen doorway that morning, she frowned without knowing she did so. Perhaps Colt had altogether forgotten about her. Perhaps asking her to run away with him hadn’t been a sincere proposal on his part; maybe returning to see her a second time had been just a lark for him. Catherine knew she wasn’t the type to inspire instant devotion. Nanny said she’d grow into her looks, and while Catherine hoped that was true, she couldn’t depend on ever turning into a femme fatale. Right now, she had to be satisfied with nicely put-together, well-coifed, and erudite… as if that ever mattered to a man! So maybe her impact on the blue-eyed burglar had been less striking than the impression he’d left in her mind.

Cat gave her head a hard shake and smoothed her skirts.

Today was for getting to know “Big Jim” better. Cat’s lips curved in anticipation. She’d enjoyed their stimulating conversations, but she loved the way he looked at her. She’d been forced to drop her own eyes more than once, so he wouldn’t read the desire aydınlı escort written there. It was indecent to lust after a man one had so recently met, potential spouse or not. Her intended had been a perfect gentleman so far, but Catherine hoped this picnic would offer him the opportunity to kiss her, and she wanted him to take it.

She flushed and came to a precipitous stop in the hallway, arranging her face into a proper greeting. As shameful as it was, she wanted to know if Señor Alejandro’s kisses had the power to arouse her the same way her absent burglar had.

She sighed again, straightening as Cook pushed the big door open, picnic basket in hand.

“Thank you, Cook.” She smiled prettily and Cook grinned in reply. The staff loved Miz Catherine. She and Miz Becky– the minx– had always been kinder than the strict, unsmiling Matthews.

“You have fun, now, Miz Catherine.”

Cat got one fleeting glimpse of a man who must be Jim’s valet as Cook retreated into her domain. From the black queue at the nape of his neck, he appeared to be a stoop-shouldered hulk of a Chinaman. Cat had never seen a Chinaman that big, but maybe it was just the position in which he sat. She shrugged and put both the strange valet and her romantic burglar out of her mind.

Hot on Cook’s heels, Nanny scurried from the kitchen. “Don’t you think o’ goin’ anywhere without a chaperone, Miz Cat!”

Catherine raised her eyebrows. “Nanny! Of course I’m not!” She paused, letting her eyes fall to the picnic basket as she began fiddling with the lid. “I was about to send for Jenny.”

Nanny squinted, studying Catherine, innocently toying with the basket over her arm. Nanny had cared for more than one adventurous young lady– she knew all the tricks. “I don’t think so, Miz Cat. I’ll go get Mary-Ann.”

Cat’s eyes snapped up to Nanny’s face. “But– “

Nanny shook her head. “No, suh, Miz Cat. Mary-Ann’s goin’ witchoo.”

Cat pursed her lips until Nanny was well out of sight.

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An hour or so later Catherine and her suitor were seated in a secluded glade on the bank of a stream outside town. The horse had been given a drink and a handful of hay to keep him busy, and Cat and Jim were “strapping on the feedbag”, as he’d kidded her in his exotic Spanish accent. Mary-Ann was curled up on the rear seat of the carriage, where she’d fallen asleep less than a mile from home. Cat’s penchant for listening in on the servants when they thought her mind was elsewhere could be extremely useful sometimes. For instance, she’d recently overheard a rumor that Mary-Ann had spent every night this month spooning with one of the stableboys.

Jem watched Catherine unpack their lunch, thinking Colt was right; there was an indefinable quality about the woman. At first glance, he hadn’t seen the world-class beauty Colt described: she was very pretty, and her eyes were stunning, but since then, she’d grown on him. By the end of their first few hours together, Jem wasn’t sure he’d have used any less glowing terms than his smitten partner.

He’d been entranced to discover his prospective bride was a well-read, insightful, curious scholar, despite her uncle’s obvious disapproval. Jem had been forced to split himself between his honest opinions, what he really wanted, and the image he deemed necessary to maintain for Matthews’ benefit. He didn’t want to alienate the man: Matthews needed to believe he and Jem were birds of a feather. So, he’d tried not to show the wild enthusiasm he felt during most of their conversation. Still, he’d begun to think this venture would be more difficult than anticipated in many ways, and the days since that first meeting had done nothing to alleviate his concern.

Catherine nibbled on a cold chicken leg, watching Jim dig into Cook’s bountiful basket. She couldn’t eat ten bites strapped into this corset the way she was. Nanny had gone nuts with the strings this morning, wanting Catherine at her best for their handsome houseguest. Cat wanted to look nice, too, but she could barely breathe. She sat rigidly upright– she had no other choice– and sipped the chilled wine supplied with lunch, letting her eyes roam over Señor Allejandro.

His hair was plastered down, and under cover of the ubiquitous gentleman’s hat, she couldn’t tell if it was black or dark brown. His eyes, a striking golden brown, were almost the same shade as his skin. Señor Allejandro wasn’t quite as tall as– Cat called a halt to her wandering train of thought, sipping the wine– he was tall, broad-shouldered, and under his fashionably tight trousers, Cat could discern bulging, muscular thighs. And another bulge, too. Catherine dragged her eyes from his lap to find Jim staring at her in fascination.

Oh, my goodness! He had not caught her staring at his… thighs… had he?

Cat blushed prettily and nodded at the plate on his knee. “Are you enjoying Cook’s fried chicken?” she asked, bağdat caddesi escort hoping he’d think her flush was due to the heat, or some other less distasteful reason than perusing his–

Oh, my goodness! she thought again.

“Señorita, are you unwell?”

In the dappled shade of the grove, with a breeze blowing from the unseen Gulf, the spring heat didn’t reach the levels it did inland, but Catherine’s skin felt hot, her thighs damp beneath the voluminous layers of her skirt.

“What? I’m sorry– ” Catherine was beginning to feel dizzy. In consternation, she tried to set the glass down beside her on the blanket, but the ground wasn’t where it should be, and she dropped it from a foot above, splashing wine over her bodice.

“Señorita?”

He sounded so concerned.

“That’s sweet,” she thought, and the world went black.

The breeze felt so nice on her face, Catherine thought dreamily, drifting lightly into her head. So nice on her heated skin.

Why was she so hot?

Oh, the heat. I blushed, that’s right. The picnic, the day, her suitor, all flooded into her mind at once and Catherine’s eyes snapped open. Jim, a worried expression on his face, leaned over her, fanning her with a damp napkin. That accounted for the cool breeze.

“What happened?” Catherine asked, still woozy and closing her eyes to stop the spinning.

“You fainted, Señorita Catherine.”

His voice was like a caress on her skin, replacing the breeze as he stopped fanning to press the cool napkin to her brow.

“I’m all right, thank you, Señor.”

“Jem, please. All my friends call me Jem.”

How odd. It must be some Argentinean family nickname. Catherine kept her eyes closed and smiled at his low, cultured voice.

“Jem, yes. Thank you.”

She reached up to rest her hand on the shoulder hovering just above her own. “Thank you so much.”

Catherine opened her eyes to find Jem staring, his golden eyes as piercing as if he were searching for her soul. Her belly tensed, and she couldn’t help it, her own eyes fell to his full lips. Answering the silent call, Jem leaned slowly forward, giving her plenty of time to protest. Catherine didn’t want to protest, she wanted to taste him. She closed her eyes and wrapped her fingers around the peak of his shoulder, pulling him down to her.

Some of Cook’s fried chicken lingered on his lips and blended with the summery flavor of the wine to make Jem’s kiss a sensual, succulent pleasure. Salty and sweet, Catherine thought, as tingles trickled southward from her lips to light up other parts of her body.

Perhaps subconsciously remembering Colt’s kiss, Catherine opened her mouth to Jem’s and felt his heart pounding faster in the breadth of his chest, as it plastered itself to hers. A tiny squeak slipped from her mouth when he withdrew, but Jem was merely shifting his weight before resuming his leisurely exploration of her lips.

Catherine ran her palms across Jem’s shoulder blades, buried under an inch or two of dense muscle. Her fingers itched to feel his skin, instead of the summer-weight suit and shirt he wore, though that was one thought she wouldn’t admit, even to herself.

Jem lifted his mouth again, this time to nibble and nip along her jawline, capture her earlobe in a sensual pinch of the full, warm lips. His tongue flicked out to tease the delicate dip underneath and Catherine gasped. His tongue….

She tipped her head, encouraging his attention, and Jem complied. Her fingers dug into the firm shoulders.

His tongue… feeling it like this was so different than when he kissed her. The kiss of moisture left behind tingled in the summer air.

Jem let his lips drip down the long, sensual column of her neck to where her high-necked blouse imprisoned the silky white flesh.

When he returned to lavish her lips with small sips of pleasure, Catherine drank in the sweet sensation, leaning her head back and succumbing to the heat of the day and his body above hers. She stopped trying to quantify what she felt and just languished in the sheer hedonism of feeling it.

Her chest heaved as he kissed from the side of her throat to the hollow in the middle, and she gasped when the point of his tongue again darted out to lick the hot skin located there, then his mouth moved lower.

Gasping was practically all she was doing a minute later– she’d almost forgotten how to breathe normally… Catherine couldn’t believe how exquisite Jem’s lips felt as they wandered onto the upper curve of her breast, leaving lingering spots of heat dancing across her skin as his hand– Oh, my goodness! His hand settled gently around the full curve of her breast, his fingers resting lightly on the swell above her corset, where only her silken chemise separated his tender strokes from her own bare skin. Only her silk… Her chemise!

Cat’s eyes flew open. The upper half of her body was clad only in chemise and bostancı escort corset, and her high-necked beige and burgundy lawn bodice was gone! Catherine gasped and realized then that she could breathe.

“Señor Allejandro!”

“Mmm.” His acknowledgment sounded more like desert than conversation.

“Señor Allejandro!” Catherine tried to sound stern, which might be easier if she weren’t gripping his shoulders so tightly, she realized, relaxing her fingers. “Señor Allejandro, where is my–“

Goodness!

Despite the way Jem’s mouth was making her feel, Cat’s hands dropped reluctantly to his chest and she pushed him away. “Señor Allejandro,” she began for the fourth time. “Where is my blouse?”

Golden eyes met her pale green gaze.

“Señorita, you could not breathe. I loosened your ladies garment–” Jem allowed his fingers to creep slowly over the round curve of her breast and into the dip of her waistline, still covered by the corset but infinitely freer than she’d been this morning. “–to let air into your body.” Jem’s eyes followed his hand and his head fell forward, his lips embracing her shivering flesh as he placed several small kisses across the exposed ivory skin of her chest.

Cat may have had the breath, but she didn’t have the will to protest his actions, and she didn’t even realize he hadn’t answered her question.

Jem went on, murmuring against her skin, “It is a shame for all this beauty to be so cruelly contained.”

His hand returned to her breast and Cat allowed her own to cross his back. Her lids closed as she tipped her head. She didn’t notice the buttons of her chemise slipping from the corresponding slits, nor the first of the metal corset clasps releasing its restraining hold. She was conscious only of Jem’s mouth gaining access to more of her. She arched toward him, pleading wordlessly.

There were no words in Cat’s head at all, physical sensation having wrested control from reason. She didn’t notice the next metal clasp open, either, as it coincided with the exact moment Jem’s warm mouth gained access to the aching, swollen spot where she most wanted to feel the heat of his mouth’s embrace. His lips closed around one plump nipple as his fingers delved beneath the other side of her chemise, plucking at the hard bud concealed there.

Cat moaned, her fingers digging into Jem’s broad shoulders as he lay stretched out alongside her. He shifted his weight, reclaiming Catherine’s mouth as she rolled in his direction, wordlessly offering herself up. One-handed, Jem speedily undid the few remaining clasps and buttons keeping her hidden from his eager eyes. Soon her chemise was spread wide, his hands and mouth roaming her ribcage and the pink-tipped peaks above, making her tremble in his arms.

Somehow Cat’s leg made it’s own way over Jem’s booted calf.

He took the opportunity presented to him, running his hand from the bare skin of her torso over her satin-covered bottom to gently tug her thigh higher on his hip, plastering their bodies together from neck to knee, wanting more contact than the shifting, ruffly layers of her skirts allowed.

Catherine moaned into heat of his mouth, and Jem tried desperately not to grind his hips against her. In a distant way, Jeremiah was aware that the situation was getting out of hand, but so far, he’d managed to temper nearly all of his baser impulses. He’d been trying not to frighten her with his growing need, but when she responded so passionately to his petting, Jem began to lose control along with her.

He tore his mouth from Catherine’s, hoping to slow his heart rate, but his resolve went sideways and he bent his head to her breasts again. He delighted in the sounds she made and the feel of her fingers gripping his shoulders. Colt was right, the lovely lady in Jeremiah’s arms had no idea what she was doing, but she definitely liked what he was doing to her.

Jem wanted to show her everything, introduce her to every intoxicating sensation she could feel in his bed, in his embrace. Their marriage wouldn’t be a sham to get her away from her uncle: he’d fallen in love with Catherine Connor, and he was determined to have her. He wasn’t thinking those words at the moment, but they were implicit in his actions: he would never have taken such liberties with Catherine if he hadn’t already committed his heart and soul to making her his own.

From the first words she’d spoken to him across the table, he’d been entranced. Secretly amused every time Colt referred to her as an angel, Jem could no longer hope to disagree. After only a few hours in Catherine’s company, he’d gone from calling Colt insane to sharing his best friend’s fate. She was bright and caring and compassionate, and Jeremiah couldn’t imagine returning to the ranch without her.

And as angelic as Catherine appeared, Jem hadn’t missed the heated glances she’d been trying to conceal. He’d been successful in acting the gentleman despite the lady’s blatant curiosity, despite the frequent erections he suffered in her presence… until today. Catching her eyes roaming lustily over the lower half of his body had pushed him too far for reason to intercede.

Jeremiah knew his behavior was beyond the pale, even though he meant to marry the woman, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from tasting——sampling the delicious curves of the angel in his arms.

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Wendy and Marie are sisters, aged eighteen and nineteen. There both quite pretty young women, fit and fairly intelligent. They both play tennis. They actually have a tennis court build onto their backyard. The advantages of owning a large backyard, I guess.

They’re not bad players. Quite good in fact, and I told them so. I can’t see why they were so insulted. Maybe I shouldn’t have added the rider, for girls, when I complemented them. Anyway, they were quite rude about me and my opinions.

I tried to explain. I pointed out that men are just a lot stronger and faster than women. I pointed out that while the girls were good against their own sex, they wouldn’t really have a chance against men around the same age. Wendy told me I could take my opinion and shove it. Marie wasn’t quite so polite.

Our friendly little chat finished up with the girls issuing me a challenge. I play them a game and they’d make me eat my words. I pointed out that I did play tennis and was quite good, but they just ignored that.

The result was that a few days later I wound up at their place, ready to be taught my lesson. I suggested that we just play three sets. One against Wendy, one against Marie and, once I’d cleaned them up separately, I’d take them both on.

Wendy was actually a little better than I expected and she actually won one game. She was spitting chips when she yielded the court to Marie. By then I was nicely warmed up but I also only lost a single game to Marie. By then both girls were in high dudgeon.

After two games with them playing doubles, they were two games down. They went into a huddle, apparently talking tactics. They came up with a beauty. They took of their tops and now I was facing a bouncing ball and four bouncing boobs.

It worked to a certain extent. I lost the next three games straight. Then I managed to get my libido under control to a certain extent and managed to rally. The final score, in my favour, was 6:4, and I’d won all three sets.

The girls strolled over to where they’d dumped their tops, but so did I. They weren’t expecting that and I whipped the tops and bras out of their reach, just as they were reaching for them.

As you can guess, there were immediate cries of protest, both girls blushing and folding their arms across their chests, hiding their charms. I just laughed at them.

“Bit late for that, isn’t it?” I asked. “Not that you’re hiding too much, I added.” I reached out and gently poked a nipple that was peeking from between a couple of fingers.

Marie gave a squeal of protest, demanding that I surrender their tops.

“I’ll be happy to surrender your tops,” I told them, “but first there’s the matter of the penalty you have to pay.”

“Penalty? What are you talking about, penalty? We didn’t agree to any penalty where the tennis was concerned?”

“I’d have thought it would be obvious that some sort of penalty would apply when you found yourselves so hopelessly outclassed. Something that would show that you were both properly apologetic for your unwarranted boastfulness.”

I laughed as their eyes promptly lasered me.

“Mind you, I’m a good sport, or like to think I am. I’d probably have waived the penalty if you’d played fair, but the pair of you cheated.”

“We did not,” protested Wendy, and probably would have said more but I held up a frilly little bra. Not that little, come to think of it.

“You could have done something similar,” Marie pointed out, smirking.

“Wouldn’t have worked,” giggled Wendy. “We don’t let little things distract us.”

Both girls were almost rolling around laughing at this witticism.

I just smiled.

“Wouldn’t have dared,” I said dryly. “It would have been too tempting a target. Besides, you’d have complained that I had two bats instead of just the single racquet.”

I wasn’t kidding with the target comment either. A couple of times I was damned positive that Marie had deliberately aimed for my testicles when returning an easy hit. From the blush she now gave I knew I was right.

“So what sort of penalty did you have in mind?” asked Marie. “A blowjob, perhaps,” she added, sounding a bit sarcastic.

“No, he wouldn’t go that far,” Wendy chipped in, a faint blush on her cheeks. “He’ll probably settle for a hand job.”

Both girls were smirking as they regarded me, neither of them, I noted with approval, bothering to hide their charms anymore.

“Now be reasonable, girls,” I murmured. “Why would you think I’m such a small thinker?”

Marie got it first and she straightened right up, and that had a very interesting effect on her breasts. They bounced slightly as she took a deep breath.

“You want,” she started, broke of and started again. “You want one of us to fuck you? In your dreams.”

Wendy blushed quite hard, then she jumped in with her refusal.

“We couldn’t possibly. And if we were silly enough to you’d probably be boasting of it all over the place. No way.”

“Who said anything about fucking one of you?” I asked, giving what I hoped gebze escort was an evil smile. “And I wouldn’t gossip. In this sort of situation it’s contra-indicated.”

“Both of us?” Marie almost screamed.

“What’s contra-indicated?” asked Wendy.

“Contra-indicated means that it would be totally the wrong choice in this sort of situation. Basically it means that if I went around boasting about having fucked you it greatly reduces my chance of fucking you a second time. So I don’t talk about that sort of thing.”

“Ha!” snorted Marie. “Everyone knows you had a flaming affair with Michelle until she dumped you.”

“You may think they know, but you didn’t hear it from me, now did you?”

“He’s right,” Wendy pointed out. “Michelle was the blabbermouth. She was telling everyone what a bastard you are after she dumped you.”

“No comment,” I said, but oddly enough Marie did.

“You’re right, and I don’t think she dumped you, did she? She was going around with Carl awfully fast after the two of you split up. I bet she was cheating and you found out.”

“No comment,” I said again.

To change the subject I reached out and flicked loose the button on the side of Marie’s skirt.

“Hold it there, lover-boy,” she snapped, back peddling and doing up the button again. “We haven’t agreed to anything and aren’t likely to.”

“Ah, of course. I hadn’t realised that I was dealing with a couple of blushing virgins. Sorry if I offended you with my crude suggestions.”

I got the eye laser treatment again.

“Oh, gee,” said Marie. “We won’t drop our panties when he snaps his fingers so we must be virgins.”

“Or lesbians,” chipped in Wendy. “Do you think he’ll suggest that next?”

I just grinned at them.

“Am I to assume that you’re not going along with my suggestion for a little friendly fucking as a penalty?” I asked.

“You may safely assume that?” Marie drawled.

“So, is a hand job out of the question?”

The girls looked at each other and shrugged.

“You’re the oldest,” said Wendy, smirking. “It’s your right.”

I didn’t give Marie a chance to refuse. I took a step nearer to her, one hand closed on her bottom and the other slipped under her dress and cupped her pussy. I started massaging quite firmly.

“What the hell are you doing?” she squealed, sounding quite shocked.

“Giving you a hand job,” I said innocently. “Wendy just said that you’d be the one to get it.”

“Not get one, you fool. Give you one. I was thinking about it.”

“Now why would I settle for a hand job?” I asked, quite reasonably from my point of view. “I told you what I expected. I guess I’m greedy, but I really couldn’t settle for less.”

Marie was quite flushed at this point, her pussy twisting back and forth under my gentle administrations. Maybe not that gentle, come to think of it, but definitely holding her attention.

“Wendy, can you pull down your sister’s panties, please? My hands are busy.”

“No, Wendy, don’t you dare,” squealed Marie, being totally ignored by her giggling sister.

“Oh my fucking god,” wailed Marie as my fingers now trespassed inside her slit, wreaking even more havoc upon her nerves. “You can’t do this.”

“Now that’s a silly thing to say,” I chided her. “It must be obvious to you that I can. I mean, can’t you feel it when I do this?”

My fingers did some interesting things in the vicinity of her clitoris and Marie jammed her hands in her mouth, shrieking something. It sounded rather rude. I repeated the exercise and, yes, Marie was definitely saying some very rude four letter words.

Marie was twisting about, but not really trying to fight me off. She may have wanted to, but her body was enjoying the experience. I could feel her rhythmically pushing her pussy against my hand as I played.

A few more touches and Marie had had enough. She clamped down so hard on my fingers I thought they might break, while she spasmed with the force of her orgasm. Once I managed to free my hand she sank down and sat on the grass, looking slightly stunned.

Wendy was still giggling, but that stopped abruptly when she saw me looking at her thoughtfully.

“Oh, no,” she said, raising her hands defensively. “You’re not doing that to me.”

She’d have been smarter keeping her hands lower down. I flicked up her skirt and pulled on her panties, sinking to my knees as I lowered them.

“Don’t you dare lay a single finger on me,” she squealed.

That was fine by me. It wasn’t my intention. Kneeling in front of her I held her in place with a hand on her bottom while I pressed my face against her.

Wendy just seemed to freeze as my tongue slid along her slit, making a strange squawking noise. Her hands promptly tangled in my hair, but all she did was hold me, all the time making little squeaking sounds as my tongue dipped and darted.

Marie, I noticed was now sitting up, watching with a smirk on her face. I took a moment’s break to wink at her, göztepe escort then continued teasing Wendy to life.

They say that the tongue is the strongest muscle in the human body. I took pleasure in demonstrating this to Wendy. Mine was plainly stronger than Wendy’s thigh muscles as she seemed unable to close her legs and keep me away. As a matter of fact, her legs actually seemed unable to support her. They were definitely trembling when my tongue probed around her clitoris.

Not wanting Wendy to fall by accident, I tapped her behind the knees. They promptly folded and I guided Wendy down onto the grass. It wasn’t long after that that she had a climax, shuddering and squealing and almost pulling my hair out.

I sat back and regarded the two young women. Marie looked back at me fairly steadily, but Wendy was looking a trifle stunned.

“Did you even hear Wendy begging you to stop?” Marie asked.

I considered what had happened, and then shook my head.

“Not really. Do you think she really wanted me to?”

Marie avoided the question. Looking around I saw that Marie’s panties were still lying on the ground. Interesting, I thought, that she hadn’t bothered to put them back on. The way she was sitting, her skirt covered her, but only just. Tennis skirts are not exactly renowned for their length. I reached over and pushed it up slightly. Marie promptly flicked it back down.

Challenge accepted, I reached back again and this time I flicked open the button the side. Before Marie could do it up I was giving her skirt a tug, drawing it down. It slid off as though it wanted to, and I tossed it over towards her panties. Marie glared at me but didn’t go scrambling after it.

I looked at Wendy.

“She took off your panties,” I murmured. “Would you oblige me by taking off her skirt?”

“Why the hell should I?”

“So you won’t be the only one naked?” I suggested.

Marie gave me a look and then looked at her own clothes and then at Wendy. Then she shrugged and pounced on her sister. There was a bit of giggling and protesting and some interesting scenery and then Wendy’s skirt was off and I was sitting there admiring two naked young lovelies.

“And just what, may I ask, did you hope to achieve by all this?” asked Marie.

“I’m just advancing my cause to fuck the pair of you,” I said innocently. “Look at it from where I stand. Earlier you were saying no, but you had clothes on. Now you’re saying maybe, and you’re both naked.”

“We are not saying maybe,” said Marie, showing a flash of temper.

“Oh, good, you’re finally agreeing,” I observed, sounding pleased and dropping my shorts. “I thought you would eventually.”

With that I grabbed Marie’s feet and lifted them high and wide, tipping her onto her back and exposing her charms to my crude intentions.

“Wait! No!” Marie squealed. “I’m not saying yes. This is rape.”

“No it’s not,” I retorted, “because I haven’t stuck my cock in you. Believe me, you will know when I do.”

“But you’re about to,” she snapped, “and after I said no.”

I let her legs lower until they were resting against my shoulders, while I stroked her labia with the tip of my cock. Her lips were swollen and parted, and her body was ready and eager, even if she was saying no.

“Am I to understand you’re not going to agree?” I murmured, continuing to lightly stroke her.

“Yes,” she muttered. “I mean no. I mean I’m not agreeing, so take that thing away.”

“Well, that seems plain enough.” I looked across at Wendy who was watching the pair of us with eyes wide, looking slightly shocked. And excited. She was also ready for a good length of cock.

She still managed to shake her head though.

“Don’t look at me,” she said.

I laughed and pulled back away from Marie, letting her legs sink back to the ground.

“Ah well,” I said. “It would have been nice but if you won’t, you won’t.”

“You’re not going to force me anyway?” asked Marie, sounding surprised.

“Don’t be insulting,” I said, speaking quietly. “I may not be a perfect gentleman, but I’m not a brute. When I do get around to taking you it will be with your consent.”

“But we’re not giving our consent,” pointed out Wendy.

“Details,” I said, waving it away airily. “Just details. Eventually you will and I can wait. If not today, then tomorrow, or next week. It will happen.”

“Bloody confident in yourself, aren’t you,” snarled Marie.

“Image,” I said with a grin. “One must project a certain image. I mean, what chance would I possibly have if I just accepted no and walked away with my head hanging. Far better to be positive. I’ll just tell myself that you’re only saying no because I showed you that you’re not too good at tennis. Like some more practice?”

“We are good at tennis, damn you,” snapped Marie, taking a swipe at me. “It’s just that you’re better because you’re bigger and stronger.”

And somewhat more devious, it would appear. When Marie took that haramidere escort swiped at me I fell backwards, catching her arm and bringing her with me. I finished up flat on my back with her sprawled on top of me, my erection hard against her tummy and our legs all tangled together.

Marie glared down at me, flushed and breathing hard.

“Oh, damn you. That’s all I have to say. Just damn you.”

At the same time her hand slid down between us, easing my cock out from between us and putting it where it could do more good. I wanted to smile and yell in triumph, but had the common sense to keep a straight face as I felt my cock engage with her pussy and then start sliding home.

Marie was more than ready, pushing down upon me, eagerly accepting my upthrust cock. She seemed a little out of sorts at wanting me, and wasn’t afraid to let me know.

“Damn you, damn you, damn you,” she was gasping while she bounced feverishly upon me. “You’re a bastard, did you know that. Oh, damn you and fuck me. Harder, you bastard. If you’re going to fuck me do it harder. Oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Dear me. Such language from such a sweet young thing. I did my best to oblige, driving in harder and harder, enjoying the way she slid up and down my pole, relishing the contact with her. She was in full lustful cry, squealing with excitement in between her desperate pleas for me to take her even harder.

Not wanting to climax myself, I let Marie do the running, lying on my back and just giving added impetus to my thrusts. My real driving need I’d leave to later. Much later.

Marie’s passionate excitement just swept her away. It wasn’t long before she was climaxing, yelling her pleasure, clamped tight around my cock. I had a real effort to fend off my own climax. She finally collapsed onto me, gasping and shuddering.

After a while I eased her off me, laying her on her back, where she just lay, staring at the bright blue sky and breathing heavily. I turned to regard Wendy. She had a very strange expression on her face. She gave a start when she realised I was watching her.

“Um, I suppose you think that I’ll let you take me as well,” she said nervously, a little bit of rebellion showing. “What are you going to do, set up a time and place and demand I turn up?”

“Now why would I do that?” I asked with a laugh. “If you’re willing, what’s wrong with here and now?”

“You can’t,” she snapped. “You just had Marie. And I never said I was willing.”

“Neither did you say you were unwilling.”

I rolled over and came to a sitting position next to her. I then pulled the same trick on her that I pulled on Marie earlier, lifting her legs by the ankles and pushing them high and wide. Now I was between her thighs with my cock menacing her pussy. Once again I gently stroked a pair of lips with the head of my cock, Wendy watching in fascination as I did so.

“At this stage, Marie was still saying no. Are you going to keep on saying no? You’d better decide fast as my cock is getting impatient and might decide that no refusal means yes.”

I stopped rubbing my cock against her, letting it rest heavily at just the right spot, where a firm push would find it sliding home. When no refusal came I started leaning a little more heavily and could see her lips easing apart, allowing the intrusion.

“Wait,” gasped Wendy, looking at the connection that was about to be formed. “Just wait a moment.”

I waited, holding still again, but the light pressure was still there. Wendy was chewing her lip, wanting, but not wanting to admit it. Her mistake, when it finally came, was to wriggle her hips, looking for a more comfortable position. That wriggle gave an inadvertent upwards thrust from her hips and her pussy pressed up and over the head of my cock, her lips closing firmly around it.

“Oh my god,” she gasped as I renewed my pressure, sliding slowly in, and then not so slowly. “I didn’t mean to do that. Honestly I didn’t.”

My groin closed with her and I was looking into her shocked eyes.

“Does that mean you want me to take it out?”

She closed her mouth tight, not wanting to answer. With no instructions to the contrary I started moving, pulling back and then sliding swiftly back in. If she was still reluctant you would never know it from her response. Her breath came hissing out from between her clenched teeth and her hips lifted sharply, driving her up to meet my cock as it plunged down into her.

From that point on things got very lively. I took Wendy hard and fast and she matched me all the way. I drilled into her hard and she lifted her hips eagerly to take me, passion and lust now riding her hard. She wasn’t nearly as vocal as Marie had been but the sounds she did make all seemed to be appreciative.

How do you compare taking one woman with another? You don’t. The one you’re taking right now is far and away the best, blotting out your memories of others. So I took Wendy and enjoyed her, and enjoyed the way she was relishing the taking.

Wendy was gasping and panting, squeaking with excitement, and I pushed hard to bring her to a climax. Not too hard, though. I was still hanging onto mine, saving it for one final burst. Then Wendy was coming, bucking underneath me, squealing her pleasure, and I rode her to a standstill, feeling her slump back down into the grass, shivering with her passions.

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I met him at a time when I wanted calm. Something light. He was from Mumbai, and funny. He could be grave and brooding too. He was comfortable. I wasn’t expecting to know him more than that dinner. I remember that when he said he never come to Bangalore ever, it suited me. He was a damn vegetarian too.

I was at work, and I told re, “Your Bihari type, I’ll just have dinner and be done.”

I walked in to this tony vegetarian place we’d mutually decided to meet at and he was there, rather bored. Serious face, talkative, naughty, funny, but capable of making me feel just a little warmth. He was chatty, and introduced me to the tangy mango salad and that jasmine tea.

It should have ended there. As I messaged re, I felt no emotion. But it did not end there. The man hugged me goodbye, a firm arm around me, a firm grip on the curve beneath my left breast. His moustache grazed just under my right ear, a momentary flash of his fingers, and I wished I was close to his hips, because I needed to feel them. Suddenly, I wanted to know what his need was. Dangerous territory, woman! Men don’t want your type. I must find a quick fling to fight off this man with that erotic birth mark and fingers I wanted to tease my folds.

Such an obstinate man. My imperfect body parts. I asked if he would pick me up that night, to smell the space, and create a pretext to make my story come alive. Through that midnight drive, it was an effort to hold my palms yenibosna escort together and not reach out to hold him between his legs while also touching myself. Sigh. All I did was talk rubbish, bore him and feel my clit throbbing in my panties. That night, at my friend’s place where he dropped me, I must have smelled of my own juices and given off signals to the wrong man, who sensed something and thought it was because of him.

His birthday. I still don’t know why I did it. I was pissed that he would not give me his attentions. All those other men I met during those months were wonderful, but it was him I wanted. As the chats progressed that September night and I shed my clothes, I lay spread-eagled on that shady hotel bed with my fingers grazing my smooth folds.

The frantic messaging interfered with my right arm delving into the increasing wetness. My boss’s messages about the meetings the following day frustrated me and interfered with my growing need for him to lick me. I rubbed a little of the moisture on my tongue and wiped my tits with it. I wanted him right there, the tip of his tongue arousing my nipples as I curved my legs around his waist, and he ate my breasts.

I dug deeper into my wetness imagining this, while he talked innocuously of perfumery. Man! I wish you could have seen my violent need, darling, to hold your penis at the opening of my cave. zeytinburnu escort I would have gently awakened him, as he bit under my breasts and I rubbed my wet folds all over him.

Someday, as I sit in a room filled with people, I want to come with him, without a touch. But that night, as we chatted and he talked of carrots, I wanted him to put his mouth where my waters once broke and feel his rough stubble as he drank me up. I came at that moment, as he asked me if I wanted to meet him. My body was still smeared with my juices and I wanted his dick inside me.

Today, a month later, he said I was sarcastic and that I did not understand him. It’s true, I cannot understand him. I want him to put his hands through this Khandua sari that I am wearing today, and feel me from behind. I want him to lift me, bend me over the balcony railings and push into me. I want the world to watch as he thrusts, and I want to stop him.

I want to drink him. I turn towards him, correct my sari that has slipped, remove his grip and gently go down on him. I cannot see anything but those brooding eyes, as always.

I ask for his permission to taste him. He’s not sure but he lets me unbuckle his belt. I kiss the front of his trousers as I grasp his thighs tight, kneeling. As his pants fall, I nuzzle his pelvis and look at his eyes, the wolf inside me challenging him to stop me.

I acıbadem escort cannot see his desire yet. I see his penis and tell him that I’d like to shower him with all of me. I hold him and rub my nose over his tip. My tongue flicks across the cleft and I can feel him awaken. I fondle his balls gently so not to hurt him and he tries to interrupt me. I warn him of my bite if he does, and I take small portions of his length inside my mouth as he impatiently holds his hands by his side.

His phone rings just then, and I ask him to answer it, all that while eating him. It feels wicked to make a man suffer, for not giving me him. His pre-cum mixes with my saliva, a little salty as I swallow. I go faster and harder. I want to shed my clothes, but tonight is for me to take him. I lead him to his chair, and seat him as he reaches to pull my sari off. I stop him. Tonight is mine. The sky over Mumbai and those neighbours do not matter either.

I can only remember his video of the rains in Kaziranga as I kneel and continue to suckle him. I take his balls in my mouth, one at a time, and he yelps. Being seen with a dark-skinned South Indian woman like me may not be appealing, but his penis is now alive and about to be mine. I unbutton his shirt, let it drop, lift my sari and lower myself on his erection as he grips my hips and I his neck. I rock him. I want him to fill me up now, and as he thrusts up, I push him down with the same need, faster and harder.

He holds me so I don’t fall backwards, and he doesn’t slip out of me. I want him to come, and he me. For the only time, our eyes meet. I see that his eyes have changed, and his moustache shines in the night. Those eyes are focused on mine as he grabs me and thrusts hard. I burned as he spurted inside me, and my cunt poured out in response.

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There was never any intention of a second part to this story when I first wrote it. Because of much feedback from readers wanting to know the fate of Ken, I have written Part Two. I hope you enjoy!

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Ken walked in a trance behind Orchid, his eyes mesmerized by the sway of her hips. During the short trip, he could not help but wonder what awaited him. His wife would be there, aware and with proof of his wandering ways. The whole set-up had been ingenious. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended that his wife had been cheating too or unbelievably excited of the possible finale of the evening to come.

Could it happen? The chance to fuck this blonde goddess and his newly sexified wife. It was probably a long shot. Things like this did not happen. But, then again, nothing like tonight had ever happened either. It was unimaginable.

The seductress who had whispered in his ear all night had remained quiet during the walk to her loft. He wanted to engage her in conversation, but her last words to him in the bar had left him hesitant. Sacrifice his ass? What exactly did she mean? As much as he worried about the state of his marriage, the sexual expectations of the evening urged him on. By the time they reached their destination, he was rock hard again.

They rode up the elevator in silence. Orchid spoke as they stepped through the door, “Ready to meet your fate, Ken?”

He could not answer, his attention immediately caught by the large four-post bed in the middle of the floor. Spread leisurely across it was his naked wife. A mysterious grin played around her lips. “I see you’ve met Orchid.”

“Um, yeah, listen. I can explain.”

“Quiet!” Orchid’s voice rang out in the room. “You will not explain anything. Simply undress and do as you are told.”

“Yes, Ken,” his wife chimed in, “it’s time to pay the piper.” She rose on her knees as Orchid approached the bed.

Ken undressed while he watched Orchid’s mouth devour his wife’s full lips. The kiss between them fueled his lust as his erect pole attested. He stood in silent need while they continued. In a hushed voice, Orchid whispered, “Prepare him, then find your place. I won’t be long.”

“Over here, Ken.” The way she said his name made him tremble. It hadn’t been said in anger, but he had detected malice. Second thoughts ran through his mind as he contemplated his situation. Should he run or hope for the best? Common sense told him to flee but his lustful fantasies of the evening anadolu yakası escort to come propelled him toward his wife.

He attempted to read her eyes as he approached. It was when she moved slightly that he noticed the stockade at the side of the bed. His blood ran cold, then hot, as he stared at it. How had he missed it? The moment of truth was here. Only the knowledge that he would have a full frontal view of the bed allowed him to be put into the stockade by his wife. The snapping of the lock sealed his fate.

Momentary panic set in until the vision of a near naked Orchid emerged. She had changed into a black lingerie-style catsuit. It wasn’t the tight fit of the suit that had his attention, but the strategically cut-out holes that revealed her naked breasts and pussy. A tuft of golden hair gleamed above her nether lips in the softly lit room. He longed for her to turn and show the ass that had kept his cock hard all night.

His attention diverted back to his wife when she climbed onto the bed. She knelt on all fours, her ass inches from his face. The scent of her pussy, so palpable before, invaded his nose. He groaned as the blood surged through his cock.

“Wiggle it for him, lover. Show him what he’s been missing at home,” Orchid purred as she crossed behind him.

His wife thrust her ass back to his face, allowing him to stroke her asscheek with his tongue before pulling away. Her swaying movements excited him. He desperately tried to reach out to her perky ass while she teased him.

The first lash thudded against his backside. He jumped and tried to turn his head to see what she had hit him with. The stockade disallowed this as another strong thud connected with his ass. It hadn’t hurt, but left a stingy sensation. His attention returned to his wife’s pussy which was creeping closer to his mouth. Yes, this was worth it. Let the blonde bitch swing away. He would enjoy his wife’s cunt and then show the blonde what a good fucking was all about.

“That’s it, lover, back your pussy up to his mouth. Eat it good, Ken. Make sure you pay it proper attention.” Ken moaned as Orchid’s sultry voice continued. “She tastes good, doesn’t she, Ken? Such sweet nectar. I can’t believe you would stray, Ken, when you have such a slutty little honey pot at home.”

Any attempt to answer was thwarted by his wife’s thrusting into his face. She wiggled so his tongue could find her atalar escort wet slit. He flicked her clit which drove her deeper back. Trapped, he could do nothing but allow his tongue to drive deeper into her inviting pussy. Not that he was complaining. Although his position could have been more comfortable, he was taking full advantage of his wife’s offering. The evening was turning into a dream come true. How often had he fantasized about two women? He just never imagined his wife as one of them. His misjudgment of her had been a mistake.

The leather flogger began to have an impact. Orchid’s swing had increased as well as the sting of each lash. Every time the leather tips bit into the soft part of his thigh, he thrust his tongue further into his wife’s pussy. The punishment Orchid was inflicting on his ass was not only turning him on, but his wife as well. Each sound of the lash sent her urgently back against his mouth.

“That’s it, Ken, get her nice and ready. I think that pussy needs something more, don’t you?”

His face finally free from his wife’s depths, he answered. “Oh, yeah. It needs a good fucking.”

“I believe you are right, Ken. A nice hard cock implanted in her cunt would probably send the little slut into orbit.” Orchid came around to Ken’s side and stopped. In her hand was a black dildo. “Here, baby, pleasure yourself for us.”

Ken watched as his wife took the large dildo and inserted it slowly into her pussy. She pushed it deep before sliding it fully out, leaving it teasingly at her entrance. He let out an animalistic groan while he watched her slide the juice slicked dildo back in.

“Looks wonderful, doesn’t it, Ken?” Orchid asked before repeatedly laying the flogger to his ass. It had become red and now she allowed the ends to bite sharply into the tender skin of his thighs. Ken’s breath became heavier as the leather neared his balls. He wasn’t sure if his blood was racing from the flogger nearing his sensitive sac or the way his wife’s pussy was working the dildo in front of him.

“Mmmm, she has a wonderful little pussy, doesn’t she, Ken? I love it. In fact, I could play with it for hours. But, Ken, do you know what I really enjoy? Her ass. It’s totally fabulous. Those perky cheeks, especially when they’re red like yours are now.

I like gripping them firmly before fucking her. Laying into that tender rosebud with a big dildo. And she loves it, Ken. She loves ataşehir escort getting her ass fucked hard. Do you like it, Ken? Ever fuck your wife’s ass with your cock? Do you, Ken? Do you like ass fucking?”

“Oh, gawd!” He was sure he was going to blow his load any second. Between Orchid’s questions and watching his wife’s pussy devour the dildo, he could hardly contain himself.

“What about you, lover?” Orchid continued, “should I get the strap-on for a good ass fucking tonight?”

“Oh, yes, Orchid. Please do.”

“Then be a good girl and come for us, darling. Come for us while I get our toy.”

Ken hardly paid attention to Orchid as she rummaged in the drawer behind him. His wife’s hand was moving at a frantic pace while she drilled the dildo in and out of her cunt. Her moans and gasps came louder and faster as she neared climax. In the throws of her orgasm, she thrust back sharply and cried out. He could almost see her cunt muscles clutch and milk the dildo as she came.

“What a good girl she is,” Orchid commented as she approached the bed. “Such a good little cum slut.” She leaned in and removed the dildo from his wife’s pussy before bending to run her tongue along her soaked slit. “Mmmm, delicious as always, lover.”

Ken groaned and tried to hold back his own orgasm. The pressure in his balls was intense while he watched Orchid’s lips trace over his wife’s snatch.

“Ah, looks like Ken is ready for more.” Ken’s wife chuckled and wiggled her ass in his face once again. “Time to prepare for that ass fucking. I want you to lick her ass good now, Ken. Do a good job and make sure she enjoys it.”

Orchid’s voice was a steady stream of delicious comments and instruction coming from behind him. She urged his tongue on with her soft, yet forceful voice. It would have been unnerving following her orders if the job had not been so enjoyable.

He had never rimmed his wife before and couldn’t believe how hot it made him. His wife was obviously enjoying it too. She thrust her ass fully back onto his tongue as he glided it into her sweet hole. Her grunts and groans encouraged him further to fuck her ass hard with his tongue.

Again, he fought to control his orgasm. He wanted to wait until the moment when Orchid plunged the hardy strap-on into his wife’s ass. He wondered how many times she had done this before. How many times had his wife enjoyed having a hard prick push past her tender asshole. Why hadn’t she ever said anything? This would be a new opportunity for them in the future. He imagined himself fucking her ass while he continued to ready her with his tongue.

“Did you do a good job, Ken? Are we ready?”

“Oh, yeah, we’re ready,” Ken answered in a soft growl.

“Good, then let the ass fucking begin,” Orchid answered as she placed the lubed strap-on against the entrance to his ass.

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My name is Loni, I’m 57 years old. Like most women my age, my big boobs hang down on my chest, I have a tummy roll, and I have to color my hair. Unlike most women, however, I’ve had sex with a lot of men. I could count them, if I took time to think about it, but don’t really care. Let’s just call it 30 plus, and leave it at that.

I was born with curly red hair, a bright red shade that attracted a lot of attention. It set off my pale skin and hazel eyes, eyes that also got attention from men. Growing up, I was taller than most girls, topping out at 5′ 5″. I was slender, and very much a tomboy. My boobs started to develop around age 12, and between ages 15 and 18, my boobs really grew, going from a B cup to a lush set of D cups. Of course, when that happened, the boys no longer paid attention to my hair. My hips spread, a little, but for a girl my size I had, and still have, a pretty small ass.

I’m not a dumb person, but I had troubles all through school, and was held back twice. First time was 2nd grade, due to reading problems. I was lucky, we had a very kind and helpful remedial reading counselor, and she helped me so much, enough I was able to manage from then on. Second time was 7th grade, and it was all my fault. I had an attitude, didn’t do my work, and was rewarded with getting to do 7th grade over. My parents came down on me hard, and I made sure it never happened again. My grades were never great, but good enough to graduate, and even more important, good enough to stay eligible for sports. Being held back twice, plus the fact that my parents sent me to school when I was 6, meant I was 20 years old going into my senior year of high school, and would turn 21 two days after graduation.

I grew up in a Upper Midwest blue collar town, where the fathers worked for General Motors, or in one of the mills, and the moms took care of the house and family. Not sure what it was like anywhere else, but in our area, the upper class white girls played volleyball, the black girls played basketball, and girls like me played softball. We were a rough bunch, with filthy mouths, and absolute loyalty to our teammates, school, and community. We yelled at each other, in practice and games, we yelled at the coach, we yelled at the umpires, but mostly we yelled at the other teams. And of course, they yelled back. The umpires were from the area, so they were like us, and ignored the insults hurled back and forth between dugouts.

Our coach, Frank Jackson, was the biggest hard-ass ever born, and his mouth made even us blush. He didn’t look the part, being 5’7″ at most, with glasses, a bald head, and a bristly mustache. But in spite of his looks, he was a hell of a coach, and the school board loved him in spite of his rough edges. For the most part, we loved him too. He was hard on us, but 100% fair, and if you played hard and smart, he was your biggest fan. I was a hard-ass too, wanting not just to win, but to dominate the other team, so it was only natural that two intense personalities would clash. He and I had some titanic clashes, but we understood and respected each other. After practice, I often hung out in his office, and began to get hints his interest in me was more than professional. Being teenagers, we girls would make fun of him behind his back, and when a group of us would get together, with beer of course, we’d make up all sorts of plans to get him, usually involving giving him a blow job.

As I said, I got a lot of attention from boys. Most were too intimidated by my loud mouth and attitude, but that didn’t bother the rougher guys. I’d have a boyfriend for a couple of months, then we’d get tired of each other and split up. I lost my virginity in 8th grade, and by the time senior year began, I was pretty experienced for a high school girl. I’d even dated a couple of guys from out of town, something that was unheard of, but like the rest, they couldn’t handle me for long. For me, getting a guy to do what I wanted in bed was as big a thrill as hitting a home run. I seriously got off on the power I had over boys, and didn’t care that all they wanted was to fuck me. After all, that was all I wanted, too.

Senior year went by fast, lots of partying and sex, until spring arrived, then I got down to business. We had another great season, wining the county title, and making it to the state tournament. I was also on track to graduate, do in part to Coach Jackson getting me into his yearbook class. For two class credits, we put together the school yearbook. I had a talent for working in the photo lab, so Coach Jackson kept me in there most of the time, and gave me an A both semesters as a reward, and a way to keep me eligible. It also gave him an excuse to be in the lab alone with me, and over that school year we had some deep conversations. I learned he and his wife didn’t always get along, no surprise there, and also how much he appreciated my hard play leadership. Once games started, however, it back to business, and the conversations were all about the team, and upcoming opponents. Still, there was a lot of ‘accidental” taksim escort contact, brushing into me when walking past, that sort of thing, not that I minded, of course. I decided, in fact, to make a move on him if I got a chance, and see how he reacted.

Our season had ended, and there had been a huge party at the lake over the weekend. There was another week of school left, and I was in the lab, developing some pictures when I heard Coach Jackson come in. I had the curtain drawn and the red lights on, and called out to warn him I was working. The light in the outer room went out, and I heard him lock the door. Then he was behind me, looking over my shoulder.

“Hmm, not bad, that one on the left is real good, in fact. What do you think?” As he leaned forward, I felt his chest brush lightly against my back. Now, do it now, the voice in my head was screaming. I took a deep breath, and turned so i was facing him, our faces inches apart. Without stopping, I put my arms around his neck, and pulled his lips to mine. He gave a tiny jerk, then put his hands on my hips, and kissed me back. It started as a simple kiss, but then his tongue stabbed into my mouth, and I felt his body press against mine. I tongued him back, and felt his cock getting hard against me, a cock that was definitely not small.

Then, he stopped, and pushed away from me, giving me a hard look. Then, without a word, he turned and left the room. I waited until the class was almost over, and returned to the classroom, where I shot the breeze with the other kids until the bell rang. I started to get up, and Coach Jackson waved me over.

“Shut the door,” he said, after the last kid had left. I shut the door, and sat down on a desk in front of him, giving him an innocent look. He stared at the ceiling for a minute, then looked at me.

“What happened, we need to keep that between you and me, okay?”

“Sure, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He nodded his head at that.

“Right, because that’s what it wold be, trouble. Trouble I don’t want or need.” I hopped down off the desk, sauntered to the door, and looked back at him over my shoulder.

“Just want you to know, I liked it, and I think you did too.” Then I left the room. Nothing more happened that week, and with the weekend came graduation, followed by another big party. I thought a lot about Coach Jackson, and every time I did, I’d get excited thinking about how he took control of the situation. Then I’d laugh at how I turned it back on him. I was also curious at what he had in his pants, it had felt long and thick. The more I thought bout it, the more I wanted to do more than just kiss him. Knowing that he’d be working some at the ballfield, I started driving by, looking for his car. After a couple of days, I spied it, with no other vehicles around, so I pulled in, and walked into the maintenance building. He was in the back room, surrounded by piles of uniforms and equipment. He looked up, with a funny smile on his face.

“Hi Loni, what’s up? You over your hangover yet?” I pulled up a folding chair and sat down. I had on a loose tank top, and short shorts.

“Hell yes, that was days ago.”

“Hmph, as much beer as I heard was there, I’m surprised.”

“Where’d you hear that?” I said, leaning forward, putting my elbows on my knees. Now he could see down the front of my shirt, and also had a good look at my crotch. He gave me a long look, obviously looking me over, then went back to his work.

“I hear everything, you know that. I know Billy Tompkins broke his arm being a dumbass on a bicycle, I know Terri Smith got so drunk she passed out, and her parents are seriously pissed off, and I know you wanted to fight half the people there.” When he said the last part, he got a sly grin on his face.

“Yeah, so what, they had it coming.” I shot back. I stood up, and walked over to the table where he was working, leaning back against it with my arms crossed. He just looked at me, and grinned. He sure knew how to push my buttons.

“I’m sure they did, you don’t start fights, you just like to finish them. So, what’s on your mind today?” He had put down the clipboard, and moved closer to me. Giving my hair a toss, I glared at him.

“I wanted to hang out, but since you’re making fun of me, I’m not so sure.” He just shook his head, came closer yet, and put a hand on my arm.

“Not making fun, just telling it the way it is.” I looked away, then started to say something when he grabbed my other arm, and kissed me. It wasn’t a soft romantic kiss either, it was hard, demanding, and very exciting. Immediately his tongue shot into my mouth and wrapped around mine, while he pushed his pelvis against me. I kissed him back, hard as I could, and grabbed his ass to pull him closer. I could feel his hard cock bulging out. I’d barely had time for that thought to register, when he spun me around, holding me against the edge of the table. I gasped as he gabbed the hem of my shirt, and roughly pulled it up over topkapı escort my head. This was happening fast, I thought, as I felt him unsnap the hooks on my bra. He pushed it forward off my shoulders, and my boobs fell out into his hands. Now he pulled me back tight against him, squeezing my tits while he licked and sucked at the side of my neck. I shoved a hand between us, and grabbed his cock through his pants, trying to get back a bit of control, but it wasn’t to be. He let go of my tits, and pushed me forward, so I was supporting my weight on my hands.

The next thing I knew, he was pulling down my shorts and panties. I had just enough time to step out of them, when his hand shot between my legs. A thick finger slid up my slit and onto my clit, then gave it several hard quick rubs. I shuddered as my legs almost gave way, but managed to stay on my feet. Meanwhile, Frank kept rubbing my clit, and tugging his own clothes off. I was good and wet when he pulled his hand away, and replaced it with the fat bulb of his cock. It felt big as a tennis ball as it slid up and down between the swollen pussy lips, then found my opening and started pushing in. My eyes and mouth flew open wide as my cunt stretched around his girth. I’d had a lot of cocks, some of them pretty big, but none this size. He just kept pushing, never letting up, just forced his way in until I felt his pubes scratching my ass. God he was big! I was down on my elbows, my boobs laying flat under me on the table, my legs spread wide with a big old cock up inside me. Then he pulled it out and did it again.

He gave me several long slow strokes, and I was getting used to it, when he suddenly shoved it in fast, slapping against my ass.

“Oh Fuck!” I cried out. He stopped.

“What did you say?” he asked quietly. I froze, I’d heard that quiet tone before, right before all hell broke loose. “I said, what did you say?” he hissed, giving his hips a thrust for empahsis.

“Fuck, I said fuck,” almost crying with fear. His hands slid up my back, and grabbed the tops of my shoulders.

“That’s it, just fuck? What else? What do you want me to fuck?” Holding my shoulders for leverage, he drew back, and pushed back in, not as hard as before.

“Me,” I whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” he said again.

“Me, fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” I cried, before he could ram it into me again.

“All right Loni, I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time, and now I’m going to, but not like those little boys, I’m going to fuck you like a man, and you’ll love it.” And he was right. He fucked me for a good 10 minutes, making me cum a couple of times. At the end, he turned me around and made me kneel, and he jacked the thick pole in front of my face until he came. Cum spewed out onto my face, in my hairs, and mostly in my mouth. I’d never swallowed before, but I knew better than to spit it out. He helped me clean up and get dressed, then told me I had better leave, before someone came in and saw us. I was sore for a couple of days after, but even with the discomfort, I couldn’t get what happened out of my mind. It wasn’t just the incredible fucking, it was also the fact I’d let a man dominate me, something that had never happened. I wanted to see him again, and this time be the one in control.

My folks made me go to work, and I had plans to go to a community college in the fall. Evenings, I would drive by his house, but every time his wife’s car would be in the drive. He wasn’t at the school either, and I’d about given up hope, resigning myself to having to suck it up and move on. My aunt was friends with his wife, and one Sunday I snapped to attention when I heard my aunt say Coach’s wife was going to be leaving the next day, going to see her mother on the East Coast. Not wasting time, the next day I told my mom I’d be staying with a friend, and after dark drove past Franks’s house. There was a light on, so I drove past, and parked in the grocery store lot a block away. As I walked back, my nerves were on edge, wondering how it would go.

Stepping into the shadows on the front porch, I looked around, but seeing no one, rang the doorbell. Nothing, no noise from in the house. Moving over to the window, the curtains were drawn, but I could see through a narrow gap, and there was a light on back in the house. Suddenly, the door opened, making me jump. Frank poked his head out, and saw me.

“What the hell are you doing, come on in.” I brushed past him, noticing he smelled like aftershave and deodorant, a good manly combination. We stood in the darkened hallway, looking at each other. He had on only boxers, I was in a tank top, no bra, and shorts with no panties underneath. He closed the distance between us, pressing me back against the wall, his hands up under my top, groping my boobs. I sucked in my breath, startled by the sudden move. Then he was kissing me, his tongue forcing its way in. I pushed a hand down the front of his shorts, grabbing the hardening shaft, making him groan into tüyap escort my mouth.

An idea came to me, and I pushed him away. Before he could react, I dropped to my knees, yanked down his boxers, and took the big cockhead into my mouth. I couldn’t take much of it, but I licked and sucked at and around the head, and stroked the shaft at the same time. Looking up, I could his head was thrown back, and I smiled to myself, I had finally gained some control. His cock got harder and thicker, and I was amazed I had been able to take it, and also knowing it would be inside me again tonight. My jaw started to get tired, and I pulled off, looking up at him.

“I want you to fuck me, Frank,” I said when he opened his eyes. “But I want you to lick my cunt first.” His face broke out in a grin.

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Come on.” He helped me to my feet, and led me to the bedroom, where he sat down on the bed, and watched me get out of my skimpy clothes. His eyes lit up when I bent over to get out of my shorts, my tits hanging down and swaying. Then I crawled up on the bed beside him, and lay down, spreading my legs for him to see. He wasted no time, getting between my legs, and diving into my wet pussy. He was good, knew how to make a girl feel good, and soon I was thrashing around as an intense orgasm ripped though me. I tried to lift my ass off the bed, but he held me down, and kept swiping his tongue over and around my clit. The sensations were almost too much, but he wouldn’t stop, and in no time gave me another one. This time he stopped, and rolled over on his back next to me, waiting for me to catch my breath.

When I stopped seeing stars, I got up on an elbow and looked at him, just laying there staring at me, slowly stroking his massive tool.

“Jesus, Coach, no one’s ate me that good, ever.”

“No, I bet not. You ready to sit yourself on this?” He waggled his cock. Yes, I was ready. Sitting up, I straddled his stomach, and reached behind me to find his cock. Taking it in hand, I guided the head to my sopping wet cunt. When I felt the head slip between the outer lips, I pushed back, feeling it stretch my hole again. This time wasn’t as bad, and it went in easier. Slowly, I lowered myself onto it, feeling it go deeper inside, until it bottomed out. I could feel a couple of inches still outside, but any deeper was going to hurt, so being careful, I started to go up and down on it, leaning forward and putting my hands on his chest. My tits swayed under me as I moved, and could see him staring at them, the pink nipples engorged from the lust I was feeling. Suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up.

“You on the pill?” he asked, giving me a hard look.

“Sure am Coach, little late to be asking, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, kinda, but I pulled out last time, so wanted to be sure. Okay, go back to what you were doing.” His hands slipped down to cup my boobs, his thumbs rolling across my nipples. I threw my head back and arched my back, making my tits stick out. I heard him gasp, and smiled, I was still in control. I rode him for several minutes, and marveled at his stamina, a high school boy would have popped off a long time ago. When my legs started to get tired, I rolled off him onto the sheets.

“Whew, your turn to do some work.” He grunted, and got on top of me, expertly guiding his cock to my pussy with no hands, and pushing back into me. I crossed my ankles over his lower back, wrapped my arms around his neck, and settled back to be fucked. He didn’t disappoint, stroking into me hard and fast. He’d reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands, holding me in place while he pumped his cock in and out. It was glorious, the best fuck I’d ever had, and I didn’t want it to end, but even Frank couldn’t hold out forever. His pace picked up, and I could feel and hear him breathing with the effort as he drove himself to the finish.

“Mmmmm…fuck…oh yeah” he groaned as he emptied his hot cum into me. I held on tight, shuddering as I got another one myself. When he was spent, he lay on top of me, and I could feel his heart pounding. When he recovered, he got up and fetched a couple of beers for us. I ended up spending the night, getting fucked again in the morning before I left. I went back a couple of days later, and spent the night again. Frank fucked me in every position possible, before finally cumming inside me again. Someone must have seen me leave, and called his wife, because she flew home the next day. I heard there was a huge argument, and she threw his ass out for a couple of days. After that, I didn’t try to go back.

I partied away the summer, went to college in the fall, and got certified as a nursing aide. Working in the hospital, I got to know a lot of cool people, and partied with them almost every weekend. That was the beginning of a long string of sexual encounters, ending when I met the man that I eventually married. We were married 17 years, had a daughter, then things fell apart and we divorced. After the divorce, I went from one man to another, unable to form a lasting relationship. A couple of years ago, with the advice and help of a close friend, I finally was able to break the cycle. As she so aptly put it, as long as I was giving it away, no man was going to have any respect for me. So I stopped, at least with the casual sex. I still drink too much, but I’m not too worried about it.

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Tawny’s Hair

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Nobody had hair like Tawny. It was long and thick and red and Seth wanted to run his hands through it every time he saw it but he thought Tawny’s boyfriend might object! Her hair was so amazing. Really amazing!

Tawny was tall and thin and not usually Seth’s type but there was something about Tawny that drove him crazy. It was her hair. Tawny also had the most beautiful eyes that Seth had ever seen. He could sit and gaze into her eyes all day. She was very exotic looking and sexy. Tawny really did turn heads everywhere she went.

Seth knew Tawny and her roommate Janie from his freshman chemistry class. Seth and Janie had become fast friends. They both liked the same bands and websites and were both art majors. Tawny was majoring in business and was a little bit more serious and on the straight and narrow. She was going out with her high school sweetheart who just happened to be the starting quarterback at the college.

It was halfway through the first semester when tragedy struck. Seth had been caught drinking beer in his dorm room. Well actually it was more like drinking beer, starting a fight, vandalizing the conference room and having twenty issues of penthouse magazines in his room. He only got a stern lecture from the college itself but he was banned from on campus dorms for the rest of the year.

Seth was in shock! How could he get his college work done being homeless? His parents would kill him! What would he do? Seth was sitting on a bench in front of his former home with piles of his belongings heaped around him, when who should come walking his way but Tawny and Janie!

Janie was dancing down the sidewalk sing “Even better than the real thing.” It was a little off key but her dancing sure was good! He liked the way she swayed her hips from side to side as she glided down the sidewalk. Tawny recognized Seth first.

“Hey Seth!” She called out. This doesn’t look good!”

“Oh my god Seth!” Janie chimed in. “What happened?”

“My life is over!” Seth moaned. “I got kicked out of my dorm and now I’m afraid I’ll have to leave the college.”

“You küçükçekmece escort don’t have any friends here you can room with?” Tawny asked.

“You’re the only two I know.” Seth replied.

“Wow a real life homeless man!” Tawny laughed. She handed Seth her diet mountain dew. “I think you’re going to need this more than me.” She said.

“Gee thanks Tawny.” Seth said. Despite his dire circumstances and the gravity of the situation, his cock was starting to twitch every time he looked up and saw Tawny’s hair flying proudly in the wind.

“We’ll see you later Seth.” Janie said and the two continued on down the pathway.

Seth took a swig of the diet Dew and bowed his head in submission. He was definitely a dead man.

He lost track of how long he sat with his head down in despair. He was bought back to reality by a soft hand on his shoulder. “Seth?”

Seth looked up and saw Tawny and Janie standing there. Tawny spoke first. “Seth, Janie and I talked it over and we want you to move in with us. We have an extra room in our apartment and we know you’re a nice guy.” She said.

“You mean it?” He smiled up at them.

“Yes!” Janie chimed in. “But!” She said. “We have some ground rules that you have to follow. No girls, no drugs, no parties and no funny stuff with either one of us. Can you handle that?”

Seth acknowledged that he could. He knew he would have a hard time being in the same building with Tawny’s hair everyday but …he thought he could handle it! The three of them hauled Seth’s belongings to their new home and got settled in.

The first few weeks were uneventful. By the third week, Seth’s fetish for Tawny’s hair was starting to affect him. He had been dreaming about it all week and masturbating two sometimes three times a day about her hair. He even went so far as to steal one of her hairbrushes.

It was late Friday night and both Tawny and Janie were fast asleep. Seth was naked except for a pair of boxers. He snuck down to Tawny’s room and opened şişli escort the door. He just couldn’t control himself. He stood next to Tawny’s bed and looked down. There she was in all her glory and beauty. Her hair was loose and all over the bed. She was sound asleep.

Seth pulled out his cock and started to stroke it right they’re next to Tawny’s bed. If her boyfriend ever found out about this Seth knew that he was a dead man. He started stroking his cock faster and he was in such a state of arousal that within seconds he started to cum. His first rope of cum landed just above her forehead and into her hair. His second landed right across her forehead and the third landed beside her head and on the hair that was lying there.

Seth exited the room quickly and quietly ran back to his bed. What had he just done? Was he insane? Was he some kind of pervert? He had a restless night as thoughts of prison ran through his head.

The next morning Seth and Janie were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee and talking about their favorite U2 songs. Seth insisted it was something older like “I will Follow” while Janie liked “One” or “Mysterious Ways” much better.

\Tawny stormed into the kitchen. “What the fuck is in my hair?” She yelled. “And where is my favorite brush? ” Tawny’s hair was matted up in two places and Seth knew why!

Seth sat there horrified and hoped his expression didn’t give him away. Janie just started laughing. “You need to be more careful. You know your bathroom is a mess. It’s a wonder you don’t have more problems like this!”

“Ha Ha.” Tawny hissed. “Laugh it up Janie.” With that Tawny stormed back into her bedroom. Seth inwardly sighed in relief. He hadn’t been caught.

It was later that night and Seth had that uncontrollable urge again. It was like something was taking over his mind. He couldn’t help himself. He got up and walked into Tawny’s bedroom. This time he was completely out of control. He gently picked up a handful of Tawny’s lush, red hair and wrapped it around şirinevler escort his cock and started to masturbate his cock with it!

He went slowly so as not to pull her hair or wake her up. Tawny snorted a little in her sleep but never woke up. Lucky for Seth she was a very sound sleeper.

Even though he was going slowly and gently, the feeling of Tawny’s thick hair on his cock was too much and Seth erupted within only a couple of minutes. It felt like he was cuming in gallons, deep into Tawny’s hair. When he was done he quickly got up and left her room in a hurry. As he was leaving Tawny’s room he could have sworn that Janie’s door had just shut. He ran back to his room and lay there sleeplessly again. He waited and waited for the cops to come, but they never did.

The next morning was much the same as the previous one, with Tawny complaining about her matted hair again and Janie laughing it off. This was two nights in a row that Seth hadn’t gotten any sleep and it was showing with the bags under his eyes.

That night, the urge again took over Seth and he crept down to Tawny’s room. Tawny was again asleep with her hair covering her pillow and most of the upper part of her bed. Seth grabbed a handful of Tawny’s hair and wrapped it around his cock again and started to jack himself off with it. In mid stroke he felt a hand on his shoulder!

“I want to watch.” Janie’s voice said from behind him.

It was too late to stop now so Seth kept sliding Tawny’s hair up and down the length of his cock. He started to moan a little bit as he quickened his pace.

“I want to taste you.” Janie said from behind him and got down on her knees.

Seth released Tawny’s hair and turned to face Janie. Janie leaned forward taking Seth into her mouth. Seth had only been seconds away from cuming in Tawny’s hair and as soon as Janie’s wet, warm mouth engulfed his cock, he erupted. Janie slid her lips up and down the upper part of his cock has he emptied his sperm into her mouth.

“Oh god Janie!” Seth said. “Thank you and I’m sorry. What must you think of me?”

“I think you taste real fine Seth. That’s what I think.” She replied

“And I think I need the next taste!” Tawny yelled from the bed.

Seth froze in shock. Had they known all along? Yes they had! The rest of that night was spent exploring each other’s bodies and realizing some of Seth’s wildest fantasies. That will be told in another story thought!

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For my last birthday I had received a month pass to a local tanning salon. Needless to say, it wasn’t exactly my thing or the thing of any other guy I knew. My girlfriend at the time thought I’d look good with an all over tan, but before now I had never bothered to use it. I was in the process of throwing away all traces of her existance from my apartment when I re-discovered the coupon pinned to my refrigerator by a magnet. I must have looked at it a thousand times without noticing it but now it suddenly captured my attention. I figured I could always check it out just for kicks and who knows, if it did what is was supposed to do, I could always end up making my ex jealous, which would definitely be a perk.

I assumed that the only other people who would be there would be female, so I took a shower and a little extra time cultivating my appearance. As I was doing this it I couldn’t believe how ignorant I had been in neglecting to see that a tanning salon would be the perfect place to pick up women! Most girls who went for that sort of thing were usually the types who prided themselves in their appearance more so than strength of character or even intelligence. In other words, it would be a place full of hot girls!

The place was only a ten minute drive away. I parked out front, and walking to the door, gave the surrounding area a quick once over. If any of my friends saw me going into here, it would be pretty embarassing. Then I remembered how I had justified coming here to myself and knew that there was no way they could argue with that logic.

Inside, the place looked how I expected it to be. Kind of like a chiropractic office and a travel agency were forced to share the same area. It was clean and slighty sterile, only posters of suntan lotion were pinned to the walls and potted ferns were situated randomly to give the place a slightly tropical feel. I walked over to the receptionist, a cute little thing who couldn’t have been more than eighteen and looked like she had been a customer for at least two years. I showed her the card and explained to her how I had recieved it.

“Your girlfriend didn’t come with you,” she asked. I said we had broken up to which the girl gave me a once over and replied, “Her loss.” She asked me a few questions to ascertain how long I could remain within a bed, which was only ten minutes for the first time.

“Now,” she said, “there are ten individual rooms with a bed in each and at the end of the hall is a co-ed room. Usually couples go in there… but when the rooms are full we put people in there, too. Now, as luck would have it, the rooms are all full. You can wait if you want, or I can put you in there.”

“That won’t be a problem,” I asked. The girl shrugged and smiled.

“Only if you don’t mind sharing it with a girl. One of our regulars is in there now. If you hurry, you’ll both finish up at the same time,” she said, and winked.

“Sold,” I said. The girl grinned and took hold of my arm, leading me down the hall. I had been here all of five minutes and already I was in love with the place. “If I need help, who do I ask for,” I asked, by way of an introduction.

“I’m Cindy,” the girl replied. She looked at the coupon in her hand I had given her and added, “Nice to meet you, Ben.”

When I entered the room, Cindy kağıthane escort set the timer on the bed, smiled again and then closed the door behind me. I looked around. Two beds rested side by side, five feet apart. A space separated top from bottom on each and I could see the form of a woman resting within one. Her skin was glowing blue, but I could tell it was toned, with a lovely curving hip leading to long, slender legs. I smiled and wished a silent thank-you to Cindy, then began to undress by the door. I walked over to my bed and opened the door, placed the glasses hanging off it on my face, then climbed onto the warm surface. I carefully closed the door and was surprised by how unconfined I felt. I now understood why the top and bottom parts were unattached.

I let my body relax, feeling the very warm, comforting glow penetrate my skin, then titled my head to the side. The girl in the next bed was looking over at me. She smiled then looked back up. I really, really hoped our timers went off at the same time. I wanted to see the rest of what this girl had to offer.

I was surprised by how quickly the ten minutes passed. The buzzer of the timer went off and I opened the lid. I stretched my arms, tensing my body for a moment. The bed had been so relaxing I didn’t want it to end. I slid my legs over the side and glanced over at the other bed. The girl was looking at me again, or more specifically, at the area between my legs. I shaved down there and whenever I was with a girl for the first time, her reaction was always the same. Surprise, followed by curiousity. And when she actually got to experience the feel of a smooth, hairless shaft and bag and all the skin surrounding it, she was in love.

I felt a brief moment of embarassment, then tried to act casually. She had a very pleased grin on her face and I had a feeling, timer or no timer, she’d be getting out of her bed soon. And no sooner had that thought ended than her timer went off. Her lid went up, and I slipped off the bed, standing naked before her. She sat up, swung her feet to the floor, and stood before me. She, too, stretched, then smiled at me.

“Mmm, that felt good,” she said. I agreed, looking over her body. She was tall, and had an athletic build. Her breasts were two perfectly round orbs, hanging slightly from her chest, tanned to a luscious light caramel colour. Her stomach was flat, with a glittering stone pierced in the navel. Her hips were strong, but curved, and as I looked between them I laughed.

“What’s so funny,” she asked.

“I see we have something in common,” I said, nodded downwards. She looked in the direction I indicated, at her freshly shaven pussy, also tanned to perfection. She looked at my cock, which I had given up on fighting to keep flaccid, and licked her lips.

“There’s no greater feeling than being shaved, is there,” she asked, never drawing her eyes away from my solid member.

“Except maybe feeling shaved on shaved,” I said.

“I’m Joey,” she said.

“Ben,” I responded.

“Got somewhere to be, Ben,” she asked. I resisted saying, ‘Inside you’ and instead responded, “Just my lonely apartment.” I made the short walk over to my clothes, though I did not want to put them on. Joey ran a finger sarıyer escort from her neck, down the center of her chest, along her stomach and stopped on the hairless skin above her vagina.

“Care for some company,” she asked.

“I’d love some,” I answered, and forced myself to dress. We left the room together, and as we walked past the fron desk, Cindy looked up from her magazine and said, “You kids have fun.” Joey said, “Bye hun,” while I just winked.

We decided to drive over together, so she left her car parked there and climbed in next to me in my truck. She neglected to put her bra on, and as we drove over, she pinched and tugged at her erect nipples as they jutted through the thin material of her white cotton tank top. My cock struggled against my khakis, and sensing this she placed a hand over the bulge, as if to reassure me that it would find release in due time.

We practically ran up the stairs into my apartment. They door hadn’t even closed and Joey was tearing her clothes off of her body. I did likewise, then we fell into each others embrace, kissing furiously. I grasped one of her golden tits in my hand, and reached over to her ass with the other, squeezing her hard. She pressed her cunt into my cock, grinding it momentarily before shoving me hard against the chest. I fell back onto my sofa and she dove between my legs. She took my length in one hand and began lapping it at the base, before moving on to my balls. She wasn’t gentle, but the discomfort was exquisite as her tongue covered every inch of my balls and the sack that contained them with her saliva. She sucked a ball into her mouth and lovingly cushioned it between her tongue and cheek, then let it slip out with a slurpy sound and raced her tongue further south. The skin there was also hairless, but often neglected and the sensation bordered between ticklish and heavenly.

That is when she grasped my cheeks with her hands and spread them, leaving my asshole exposed to the air. She lunged at it with her tongue and swirled and probed and left me breathless. I felt near coming. My balls, bouncing off her nose, tightened and she felt this, for she darted her mouth up to my head and swallowed it. She began to engulf my cock, sliding her lips up and down, faster and faster. A groan stirred within me and built up into a loud moan that escaped my lips as my steaming hot come shot repeatedly into her mouth. She kept her lips sealed firmly, still stroking my cock with her mouth as she swallowed glob after glob of my white love. I opened my eyes and looked down at her to see an arm reaching back behind her. She was fingering her own asshole. This caused another eruption within me, and as I jerked, my cock slipped from her mouth and shot a white load onto her face.

She fell back, seemingly spent. She ran her fingertips along her face, dragging the come to her lips, where she appeared to savour it like gourmet ice cream. I sat back, and studied her body, soft and feminine, yet with an underlying athletic tone. Her legs were spread and bent at the knees, her lips between them engorged with lust. I watched her other hand run over her chest and down between her legs. Her fingers slipped into the wet folds, and as she cleaned her face of my come, she sefaköy escort began to pleasure herself while I recovered.

“Ooh, your come tastes so good… I loved sucking it out of your long, hard cock. Your gorgeous, smooth cock. It felt so good sliding in and out of my… ah… my mouth. Mmm… feeling your hot come splatter against my face made me soooo fucking wet,” she said nearly breathless as her fingers worked away within her body.

“It made me feel like your bitch,” she continued, her words stimulating my mind and, more importantly, my member. “Did you like coming on my face… ah… did it make you feel like.. ah.. ah…a man? It made me feel like a nasty little slut… ooh, god… I love feeling like a dirty little whore. A dirty little whore fingering her cunt for you… her juicy pussy. I want your big, hard cock in my wet little pussy. Ooh. Would you like to put your… oh… your fucking cock into my pussy? You wanna ram your fat cock into my tanned little pussy? Did you… oh oh oh… did you want to stick your cock into me when you saw me? I saw you… oh, I saw your hairless cock and I wanted it, oh, I wanted it to fuck my little cunt. Ah… ah.. so badly, I wanted it.. oh shit… I wanted it to… to fuck my little cunt so hard and fast, ah god… fuck me, fuck me now!”

I was on her in a flash. Her pussy was so wet I slid in with ease, and just as I entered her, I released a violent thrust against her body, at the same time gripping her left nipple between my fingers and squeezing violently. She shrieked and forced herself down hard against my rigid tool. With one hand she began tugging at one of her tits and with the other she began to stimulate her clit. I fucked her furiously; her strong legs wrapped around my waist and I plunged into her over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster. Her wavy blonde hair spread out around her lead like a halo and her blue eyes were closed tight. She bit her bottom lip as I pummeled her body relentlessly.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, that is it! Ooooh my god I haven’t been fucked this hard ever,” she cried out, and this just served to egg me on. I put everything into my thrusting. Her legs tightened around my body, trying to hold me inside her, and I struggled harder still to make her feel my piston.

“You want my cock inside you,” I gasped between short breaths. “You like being fucked like … like a naughty little slut? You want your little fuck hole… filled with my big cock?”

“Yes, yes I do,” she responded, both hands on her own nipples.

“Squeeze your titties for me,” I ordered, and she obeyed. “Tweak your nipples. Pinch them and pull them… make them sorry they ever got hard!” And she did, screaming lustily as she did so. And as I drilled away at her body, as she tortured her tits, her screams began raising in volume. They were shorter, but there were more of them. Her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts and her body began to shake. She was screaming uncontrollably now, her body being overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm.

This in turn triggered mine. I didn’t pull out; I released within her, feeling my come shoot within the chambers of her pussy. Joey was writhing below me and I shot the last of my load within her, I collapsed onto her sweaty, tanned body. We struggled to catch our breath, then she caught my eyes with her own.

“Oh my god,” she said, pulling my head to hers and kissing me hard on the mouth.”Oh my god, that was the most amazing fuck I have ever had. I could only nod in agreement. “We have to do this again.”

Again I only nodded.

“And get Cindy in on it, too.”

This time there was a grin on my face as I nodded.

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Down near Wall street about 2 years ago, late night, celebrating a friend’s promotion at an investment firm. Some fancy gala type thing nearby just let out, and some of them invaded the little pub we were drinking in. Men in tuxedos, women all dressed in high end designer outfits and $1,000 heels. My buddy James (not the guy whose party it was) and I end up talking to two of the women who were clearly there after the event next door, without dates. Both in their mid-40’s, corporate V.P.’s or such. I tend to roll my eyes at the “resume and credentials” chit chat that usually happens in these crowds, but this was nothing of the sort, but rather it was flirty and aggressive by the ladies from the start. Jill is the one next to me, clearly on purpose based on how they slowly eyed us over and then approached.

Tall, in shape, toned but not super skinny. Long jet black hair, tight and short red dress, studded Louboutins, oozing sexuality, already very drunk. After some banter among us 4, she’s touching me up and down my chest and legs under the bar, and daring me to do some shots, with all sorts of dirty wagers offered in a not so quiet whisper in my ear. I warn her that I’ve never lost a challenge like that, and she’s bound to regret it. After 4 tequilas and a Jameson chaser, she happily admits defeat, barely coherent, hands on my crotch above my pants, digging under my belt for more, mumbling in between drunken laughter that she wishes she could have me right there. I offer the bathroom, and we head that way. Small bar, long line. Major problem.

Before I know it, she’s leading me towards and out the front door, and I assume it’s to get a cab to her place. But she is wicked drunk, and clearly can’t wait. After a glance up the block, we find the gap between the strip of bars, and she staggers us in the alley and behind the dumpster. I barely have time to push her down to her knees before she’s got her dress hiked up over her ass and is crouching on her stilettos at my feet like a porn star. I’m quite sure it’s not her first time giving head in heels, from her confidence, and her form. Even as drunk as she is, she balances perfectly and whips my dick out, is instantly taking down about 6 of my 9+ inches, and aggressively working my balls with her fingers. My hands are on her head, and I try to push more in to her mouth. She opens wide for it and gags a bit, finally giving up an inch or so from fully deep throating silivri escort me.

As she pulls her face back, a trail of spit splashes across her chin. She licks it up greedily, using her hand to wipe it on to her tongue, and then sucking the pre-cum off my tip as well. I ask if she wants to finish me with her amazing mouth, and she licks her lips before replying “Hell no. I want it in my ass, damnit!” It’s rare I’m shocked, but I was definitely not expecting that response. If I wasn’t already about as hard as I’d ever been, I sure was then. In a flash, Jill is standing up again, dress hiked further up her back to fully reveal her worthlessly soaked black g-string and firm, toned ass, her index finger on her dripping slit and rubbing herself hungrily. She’s looking for someplace to lean over, and spies a stack of empty crates nearby. Her hand grabs my cock and leads me along behind her. She finds a firm spot to brace her heels in the ground, and bends over, legs wide, back flat, holes wide open. “Fuck. Me. NOW”

I slide in to her drenched cunt to the hilt, one stroke, bottoming out as deep as I can. I hold still there and feel her spasm as she groans, but doesn’t flinch at my size. This one is a real pro – most women cry or writhe when I go in fully that fast, She’s already squeezing my shaft with her pussy, clearly wanting more, needing more. I take some wetness from her slit and rub a finger at the tip of her ass. She bucks back, trying to fuck my finger as i get her ready. I can’t tell if she’s more drunk or horny, but I know she can’t wait for it. A few more quick strokes in her pussy makes my cock dripping wet as I pull out, and I pull her panties to the side just a bit more, as I ready myself at her tip. She’s holding on to the far edge of the crate with one hand and fingering herself with the other, I’ve never seen a woman this hellbent on an explosion so fast, so desperately. I line up and edge in to her ass. Once i fit my thick head past the initial resistance, I slip in faster than I expected – is it possible she fucks more than I do? Have i truly met a porn star, or someone who could be?

I urge my weight forward as she struggles past 5 inches, then 6 and 7 – I think it’s the girth that is slowing her down. Her hips have finally stopped bucking back to me, and I know she is aching for more, but her body has finally said “no” to merter escort my size. I lean forward towards her bowed head, her breathing slow and deep. “That enough cock? You want more, slut?” She whimpers for the first time, and pauses before replying. She’s been greedily in control until this very moment – and I’ve finally cracked her confidence. “Yes please. Yes yes yes. Fill me up. I want it all. I can handle it. Give it to me.” She is saying all the right things, but I can hear the wavering in her tone, the gasps between phrases as her body adjusts to the onslaught. I’ve been slowly working my cock in and out ever so slightly as she struggles to keep up, and I can feel her legs tremble every few thrusts.

I grab her hand from her clit, and have it pull one ass check wide, as I steady my arm on her back, bunching up her expensive dress in my palm and using it as an anchor. I slide out most of the way and feel her hole clench at the emptiness. Before she has a chance to relax or recover, I rock forward with all my weight, and I slip almost completely in, 8 or so thick, throbbing inches, her wetness allowing me to enter in swiftly, deeper than she has ever had a cock up there, I’m sure.

“I warned you not to make bets your ass can’t cash, Jill. I own it now, bitch.” A hard slap on her check punctuates my whispering this in her ear, as I give her every inch she can take.

Her coos and groans are all I need to hear, and I begin to work back and forth inside her now, sliding out 2-3 inches at a time before pushing back in urgently, confidently.

She finally gets comfortable again, steadies her body on the crates, and lets out a string of obscenities as i pound her. “fuck fuck fuck, ow, don’t stop, fuck fuck fuck, yes, fuck fuck yes, oh god it’s so huge, fuck fuck, yes. oh god. so good. fuck fuck fuuuuuck.”

The first orgasm wracks her body, her hands long ago having left her clit, but not being needed anymore. Her pussy spasms – I can feel it on my balls and up my shaft. I pick up my pace – her asshole is totally used to my girth now, and her will is broken. She’s just muttering gibberish, I’m sure no one has ever had her like this. Whatever veneer was left of her career and title, her huge paycheck and her high fashion – all gone. She is a crazed slut now – my crazed slut – desperate for a huge load of cum in her ass and nothing else. mecidiyeköy escort I am emboldened by this, and rear back, forcing every bit of myself in to each thrust. I can feel her ass contract as I pull out each time, leaving her empty and wanting. She is rocking her hips and ass back to meet me now, trying to control the action again. I pull out to my tip, smack her cheek roughly a few times, and then plow back in fully, to her surprise. She whimpers loudly once more, and I can tell she is now fully mine. I thrust hard and quick, leaving my shaft in as deep as possible as much as possible, and feel her orgasm again, the second one more intense than the first. It’s only been 10 minutes since we left the bar, but it feels like hours. Her perfectly done hair is a mess, I’m sweating through my shirt, her expensive cocktail dress is crumpled and battered around her writhing body.

I catch my breath once more, lock both my hands on her hips, and give everything I have left. a few more deep stroked and I feel the cum churn up in my shaft. I grab her arms and yank her body halfway up towards me, her lower back hitting my abs, shocking her as it locks my rod up at an angle she can’t control. I thrust up instead of forward, once, twice, on the third one i let her fall forward and shove my whole body forward, crashing on to her as she braces against the crates and her knees buckle. The first shot is a canon blast, as deep in her ass as possible, and then another jet, and another. I roar in her ears as she cries in pleasure, her whole body going limp under my assault. The cum is still pumping, she shifts her weight to allow herself to lean forward, and she quakes once more, an aftershock now, her body limp under me.

We slowly catch our breath and come to our senses, I slip out, and she slowly stands up and leans her back on the wall. She takes the sight in, her thighs slick with her own juices, panties around her hips, ripped and ruined, she can feel her ass gaped and dripping with cum, my cock covered in a mix of both our juices. She begins to walk forward, finds herself deeply unsteady, steps back to the wall. I pull up my pants and offer her assistance, we laugh and kiss deeply, our first romantic moment in a frenzy of lust.

I fix myself first, wipe my brow, head in to the bar quickly to grab some napkins. I return to meet her in the alley, help her fix herself best we can, then she tells me to grab her friend and meet up back in the alley.

Once we have Susan out front, along with Jill’s purse, she takes my number, kisses me once more, thanks me again for the “drinks”. I flag them a cab, and off they go. I receive a picture 30 minutes later – of Susan in lingerie licking my cum off Jill’s thighs, and a promise to meet them both for more soon.

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