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Didi looked at her sleeping boyfriend with mock disgust. Tom had resisted all her efforts to get him up. She had pulled his arms, tickled him and sprinkled water on him to no avail. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and she wanted to make the best of it.

Giving up, she went to take a shower. Stripping down, she ran her hands over her tall, slender body. Didi stood at 5’9″ just two inches shorter than Tom. Warm water matted her short blond hair to her head. She lathered herself with Egyptian musk body wash. It was a scent that Tom really liked. Her nipples were erect and sending small electrical impulses down her body as she lightly tweaked them.

If Tom was there with her, he’d suck her nipples until her legs gave out. He had a way of lashing her nipples until she begged for mercy. She imagined his hand were hers. She felt “his” hands slowly moving down pass her belly. She spread her legs in anticipation. “His” hands made their way down to her honey nest as Tom called her bush. The hands gripped and kneaded her making increasingly bets10 loud moans escape from her. The thought of Tom fucking her hard made her stop. Didi wanted to cum but she wanted to have Tom’s cock in her pussy when she did. She closed her eyes and let the warm water cascade down her body. When her breathing slowed down, she got out and toweled off. Her pussy twitched with lust. Tom needed to wake up!

Didi went into the bedroom and stood over Tom. He lay on his back with his arms askew. She pulled the sheet off of him. His naked body radiated heat making her feel flushed. His cock lay flaccid across his right thigh. It wasn’t too big nor was it too small. Tom’s cock was just perfect for her. She licked her lips thinking wicked thoughts.

Didi leaned over carefully and licked the head of it. Tom stirred and she stopped. She really wanted to just grab it and stuff it in her mouth. Her tongue would probe the opening drawing out Tom’s sweet nectar. Her tongue darted out again and gave Tom’s cock a short lick. No movement bahis siteleri this time. Didi began to lick the length of it. Tom’s hand reached down nearly brushing her face. He lazily scratched his balls before shifting again.

His cock was now semi erect. Subconscious moans escaped from his lips. Didi suckled his balls, rolling them around in her mouth. She dipped fingers in her honey nest feeling the wetness from her excitement. She put one hand on the bed to brace herself. She continued to suck Tom’s cock and finger herself.

His cock was now erect and rock hard. He was still moaning but had not opened his eyes yet. Didi carefully got on the bed and stood up. She stepped over Tom positioning herself over his cock. Slowly she squatted down until her pussy lips touched his cock. Using a hand to control his cock, she rubbed it back and forth along her wet slit. The head glistened with her wetness. Holding it firmly, Didi began to lower herself on it. She gasped at the wonderful feeling of Tom’s cock entering her—spreading güvenilir bahis siteleri her pussy. His eyes fluttered open as she sunk down on him. She did a circular grind until he was all the way in. His look of confusion was just priceless. Lowering her knees on each side of him, Didi used her butt muscles to start riding him.

“Wake up baby,” she moaned.

His hips began to thrust upwards. He reached up and tweaked her nipples sending shock waves throughout her body. Tom put his hands on her hips to help control her movements. He grunted loudly as he fucked her tight pussy. This is how she liked it, Tom’s cock deep in her. Didi felt his pace quicken and knew he was going to cum soon. She ground down milking his shaft. She felt her own orgasm coming too. Tom was pistoning into her so fast and hard, she could barely hold on.

Tom held her hips in place as he pounded into her. Didi began a loud wail as her orgasm slammed into her. Without his hands holding her, she was sure she would have fallen over. Tom grunted loudly as he exploded hot cum into her pussy. Afterwards, he slowed his pace, but continued pumping into her until his cock softened. Didi lay across him trying to catch her breath. He gave her a sleepy smile. She’d have to wake Tom like this more often.

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I just spent a lovely day at Avila Beach with Catherine and her neighbor, Lacy. We introduced Lacy to public sex and then Catherine and I put on a show for some spectators. All three of us have enjoyed an orgasm today and it is still only 1:30 in the afternoon.

We walk back to our blanket after Lacy watched Catherine and I fuck on the far side of the beach. Lacy wanted to know why we didn’t include her. I just told Lacy we would make it up to her and that I plan on eating her pussy back at Catherine’s house.

I grab our towels and put them into a backpack while Catherine and Lacy pull on their cover-ups. I tell Lacy not to bother putting her bikini back on as it will just get in the way back at Catherine’s. I pull on my shorts and then we all pick up the blanket to shake out the sand. Lacy takes the blanket and I grab the backpacks before walking back to my car.

Back at the car we put the blanket and backpacks into the trunk and hop in the front. This time Lacy is in the center. As we drive north on Highway 101 back to San Luis Obispo, Catherine and I turn our attention to Lacy.

I keep one hand on the wheel and use my right hand to massage Lacy’s thigh. Catherine has her hands on Lacy’s right breast and kneads the flesh through the terrycloth. Lacy grabs the top of her cover-up and pulls it down, baring her huge tits to our delight. Lacy’s brown nipples are hard and point straight ahead. Catherine and I move our hands to her breasts and pull on her nipples. We play with Lacy’s tits as I take the off-ramp into SLO.

Catherine bends over and sucks on Lacy’s right nipple while she palms the large melon. I remind the ladies that we are coming into town and might be seen. Catherine reluctantly lets go of Lacy who pulls up her top. We promise Lacy we will continue as soon as we get back to Catherine’s house.

I pull up in front of their houses and we retrieve our backpacks and the blanket. The three of us head inside Catherine’s house and go directly to the backyard. We spread the blanket out by the back fence next to the spa. Catherine fires up the spa to get it hot and ready for the three of us.

Catherine and Lacy take off their cover-ups and cajole me to drop my shorts. I do as they say as Catherine runs into the house for some beers and snacks. Lacy and I get comfortable on the blanket. We drop down on our knees facing each other. My cock begins to rise being so close to this sexy lady with the big torpedo shaped tits. Her hard nipples poke out at least an inch from her light brown areole.

I reach up and palm Lacy’s boobs rubbing and pinching her nipples. For her part, she reaches down to my cock and wraps her hand around my shaft. My seven inches respond to her grip and I am now fully erect. Lacy moves her hand back and forth along my shaft. She moves her head forward and our lips touch lightly. She snakes her tongue out and licks my lips before we press together in an open mouth, lust filled kiss. Our tongues battle as our hands continue to explore each other’s bodies.

I break away and whisper,”I promised you I would eat your pussy and I’m ready right now. Lie down on your back and spread those gorgeous legs.”

Lacy does as I command. She is spread eagle in the center of the blanket. Her tits point straight up into the warm sunny sky. We have a beautiful view of the green rolling hills and no one to interrupt our pleasure. I lie down between Lacy’s legs and place my hands under each thigh. My target is right before my eyes. Her pink inner labia are already moist and sprout out between her outer lips like a flower about to bloom.

I drop my face down and nuzzle her smooth mons, licking all around her pussy. I inhale her sweet aroma with the scent of sea water still emanating from within. I open my mouth and suck on her inner labia; as I pull up I release her flaps with a smacking sound. I grab the rose petals, slick with moisture saliva. I unfold her labia and stretch her flaps a good inch or two, opening her inner core to my gaze. Her pink inner walls are ready for me, and I dip my tongue deep into her recesses and lick all around savoring Lacy’s nectar.

Catherine steps outside carrying a tray with beer and snacks, which she places on a chaise lounge. She moves over to Lacy as it’s time for Lacy’s next test. She allowed Catherine to finger her to a satisfying orgasm at the beach. Will Lacy now return the favor?

Catherine steps over Lacy and squats down, easing her pussy over Lacy’s waiting mouth. I watch with anticipation as Catherine’s labia contacts Lacy’s lips. Lacy grabs her thighs to steady Catherine and sticks out her tongue. I dip my tongue into Lacy’s quim just as she licks Catherine’s slit. Lacy licks up and down Catherine’s bahis firmaları inner lips as Catherine comes to rest on her face. One more question gets answered. Lacy is all in for a threesome. Our mutual oral exploration takes center stage as we feast on two pussies. I grind my tongue deep into Lacy’s inner flesh and lap up her juices. Meanwhile, she parts Catherine’s labia and enjoys her first taste of another woman.

I place my hands on Lacy’s thighs. My tongue snakes out and I glide it up and down her moist lips. Her rich taste has me begging for more. I feel Lacy squirm in my hold, so I know I have her attention. I press my lips to hers and suck on her inner flaps. I move my tongue around the soft skin captured in my mouth. Lacy presses her center core hard against my face as I flick my tongue back and forth lapping up her juices. I delve deep into her inner flesh and lick all around her lovely flower. I feel her clit harden and emerge from its protective hood. Her small nubbin gets hard between my lips.

I wonder why her husband is not overly protective of this beauty. If I was him, I would be with her day and night. I would prize her huge tits, shaved pussy, lovely labia and hard clit. I suck on her fully engorged pearl and use my tongue to flick it back and forth; I am thankful that he has abandoned her to Catherine and me. Lacy’s thighs quiver as I bring her to the brink of orgasm.

While Lacy nears her climax, she is equally fervent to bring Catherine to orgasm as well. Catherine’s tasty juices flow into Lacy’s mouth. Her thighs press tight against Lacy’s head as she is held in place. I look up to see Lacy use the flat surface of her tongue to press into Catherine’s pussy lips and locate her clit. Catherine is sent over the edge at the same instant that I feel Lacy tremble and unleash a steady flow of her girl juice onto my tongue. Two beautiful trembling bodies shudder together in a shared three-way climax. Lacy’s sweet cum flows and covers my face as she rides out her climax. Catherine’s cum flows as well. The two ladies are spent and satisfied.

A few minutes rest is all they need before they are ready for a snack. Catherine rises up from Lacy and then I help Lacy to her feet. We move over to the lounges and grab a bottle of beer with some chips. Lacy and I sit on one lounge and take in the view of the green rolling hills. We enjoy the solitude of the warm spring day while we contemplate the day so far. Catherine walks back to the house and disappears.

I take this time to ask Lacy about her husband,”Doesn’t he miss you and wonder where you are? Does he know how we are spending our day?”

“Oh, he is probably up in his second floor office looking over the latest issue of ‘Rock she grabbed the shaft and pumped it a few times. Her right hand reached up to cup his ball sack and then she sucked each ball into her mouth.

John’s pants are down by his feet and his hand is wrapped around his own cock as he intently studies the video. Catherine is now licking and sucking on the cock. John watches the man move up and sits on the ledge of the spa allowing Catherine to continue with the blow-job. John moves his hand up and down his shaft as he watches the action on the screen.

It turns out Catherine’s sense of privacy isn’t accurate at all. She thinks her neighbors can’t see her into the backyard as she routinely walks around nude. John, Lacy’s husband, is a peeping Tom. He placed a hi-def remote control camera on the side of his house concealed by bushes. The good neighbor fence which is really just a three foot picket fence designed to keep pets from escaping allows his snooping to go undetected.

John continues to watch his monitor while increasing the speed of his strokes. The video shows Catherine bobbing her head back and forth and jacking off the cock. She then releases the cock from her mouth and John can see her swallowing what appears to be a large load of cum. The scene is too much for John and he erupts in a flourish of jizz. His semen shoots up several inches from the tip of his cock and covers his shaft and fingers in messy goo.

The video continues to play while John reaches for tissue to clean up. The bodies in the video have now changed places and Catherine is getting her pussy eaten while she sits on the side of the spa. The hi-def camera caught every moment of action in great detail. Catherine’s large rounded tits with her crimson nipples fill the computer screen. John can see two fingers buried in her gash as she is brought to orgasm. If Catherine knew she was being filmed, she would not be pleased; least of all by her BFF’s husband.

Lacy grabs my shaft at the base and moves her lips close to my cock. She has been looking kaçak iddaa forward to this moment since she laid eyes on me at the beach. She took several opportunities to hold and stroke my cock at the beach. Now, for the first time she is going to feast on my seven inch boner.

“I have been dying to suck your lovely cock since this morning. You are so firm and hard, I love this.”

Lacy opens her mouth and descends upon me. She wraps her lips midway around my shaft and sucks hard as she pulls up. She releases me with a pop, licks her lips and sucks me again. This time she takes a little more of my man meat into her throat. I feel the hot, wet moisture of her mouth surround my shaft. She grabs my balls with her left hand and pulls down on my sack. Lacy massages and squeezes my balls as she bobs her head up and down.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Catherine emerge from the house. She has her new strap-on firmly in place and walks over to Lacy and me. I see the eight inch dildo glisten in the sunlight. It is obvious Catherine lubed it up with a generous portion of the vanilla lotion. Lacy concentrates on her blow-job and doesn’t realize Catherine has joined us, until she feels the tip of the fake cock touch her ass.

Lacy jumps at first contact and releases my cock. She turns to see Catherine slide the dildo along her backside. There is a moment of fear and trepidation on Lacy’s face.

I draw her attention,”Relax Lacy and enjoy the moment. Let Catherine fuck you and then you can have the real thing later.”

Catherine grabs the dildo, lines the tip up with Lacy’s pussy; she slides the dildo up and down along Lacy’s slit, ready for entry. Catherine moves in and eases the dildo deep into Lacy’s cunt. Lacy grunts at the intrusion of the imitation cock. She accepts the entire shaft as Catherine drills deep and presses her hips into Lacy’s bottom.

I urge Lacy to resume my blow-job,”Lacy, keep sucking my cock.”

When Lacy realizes Catherine is not letting up, she focuses back on my erect shaft and swallows me. She bobs her head up and down my shaft to the rhythm of Catherine’s strokes. As Catherine pushes deep into Lacy’s inner walls, Lacy engulfs my seven inches. I feel her throat muscles on the tip of my cock. I had no idea Lacy could ‘deep throat’.

Catherine pulls back, allowing the dildo to glide up and out of Lacy before she plunges back, causing Lacy to grunt once again. Catherine takes charge with her strap-on and grabs Lacy’s hips. She begins a pattern of short shallow thrusts followed by slow deep ones. Catherine’s hips slap against Lacy’s backside as she fucks her next door neighbor for the first time. I look up to see Catherine’s tits sway back and forth with each thrust. Catherine’s red nipples are hard which tells me she really enjoys this threesome. Lacy’s juices cover the dildo.

Up in his second story office, Lacy’s husband John, wipes the last bit of cum from his cock. The smell of semen permeates the air. John uses his computer to activate the hi-def camera and real time images appear on the screen. He uses the remote control to scan Catherine’s backyard and sees three bodies on a blanket out by the far edge of the yard. As he focuses the lens, he realizes the one in the middle is his wife. A moment of shock and panic overwhelms John as he watches the scene unfold before his own eyes.

John had no clue that Lacy would engage in such lewd behavior. His eyes focus on the eight inch dildo plunging in and out of Lacy’s pussy and Catherine’s huge tits. He watches his wife suck on a hard dick. John recognizes the man as the same person from the video. He can’t remember the last time Lacy sucked his cock. His eyes go back to Lacy and her pussy being invaded by the dildo. He watches her inner labia grab the plastic surface and stretch out each time Catherine pulls back. John realizes his wife’s pussy is completely smooth and wonders when she shaved herself; he doesn’t remember her being hairless. He is conflicted watching his wife in the middle of a threesome. He is shocked at Lacy’s behavior, yet his cock is completely erect after having just spilled his seed and his hand is wrapped around it. John strokes his shaft and continues to watch the events unfold.

The three of us move in a continuous rhythm. My cock disappears in Lacy’s throat as Catherine’s fake cock disappears in her pussy. Catherine pulls back and Lacy does the same. Lacy and I are fast approaching simultaneous orgasms. Lacy grabs my balls and squeezes them as she engulfs my cock. I erupt in a mind numbing climax; my cum shoots down her throat as she presses her lips against my groin. I feel the second and third spurt of jizz travel the length of my shaft and into her mouth kaçak bahis as she pulls up for air. Lacy opens her mouth and cum drips down onto my cock.

“God Lacy, this is incredible. What a fantastic feeling, you are the queen of blow-jobs”

Lacy is taking quick, shallow breaths after releasing my cock, trying to regain her composure. More semen drips from her open mouth after having taken my enormous load. Catherine pounds her pussy with the strap-on. Lacy’s breathing intensifies as her own climax overwhelms her. Lacy shakes her head side to side, her tits sway and body convulses. Catherine holds Lacy by the hips and drives the eight inch dildo deep.

Lacy drops her head onto my chest with her ass still stuck in the air. Her pussy is filled with the hard silicone cock. Catherine remains pushed against Lacy with her hands stroking Lacy’s back and ass and thighs. Catherine provides a soothing massage as Lacy returns to earth. We are in suspended animation for several moments before Catherine pulls back and withdraws the phallus from Lacy’s inner folds.

Catherine moves around Lacy’s prone body and drops down on her knees next to my head. She offers the cream covered dildo to me, placing the tip on my mouth. I lick the shaft and taste Lacy’s cum. I clean the entire length of the dildo and suck it into my mouth, savoring Lacy’s juices. I want more and ask Lacy to move up and sit on my face. Lacy suggests a 69 so we can both enjoy the fruits of our labor.

Catherine stands up, removes her strap-on and heads to the spa, “When you two are finished cleaning up, come join me in the hot tub.”

Lacy and I spend the next several minutes licking and sucking our cum filled bodies. She licks up all of my jizz that dripped from her mouth and covered my cock. I drill my tongue into her sopping pussy and feast on her juices. I lap up all the nectar from deep in her recesses and suck on her clit. Lacy grinds her cunt into my face making sure I clean her completely. As she licks all of my cum, Lacy sucks my flaccid shaft between her lips. I feel a twinge but remain soft as I am completely spent for the time being.

Up on the second floor, John can not believe what he just witnessed. His lovely wife just experienced an incredible orgasm, ate another man’s cum and was now locked into a 69 position. John is upset, but his own body betrays him. His cock has never been harder, or more erect. His hand is a blur as he masturbates to the scene before him. An intense feeling builds at the base of his shaft and moves up to the tip of his cock. For the second time in less than fifteen minutes an orgasm wracks his body and cum shoots ten inches into the air. His jizz covers his hand and shaft and stomach. This second climax was even more intense and forceful than the first, brought on by real time voyeurism. John slumps in his chair unable to comprehend the day’s events. He shuts down his computer in confusion and disgust.

Satisfied that Lacy and I are all clean, we rise and join Catherine in the spa. The three of us lean back and luxuriate in the swirling hot water. We close our eyes and contemplate the next move under the warm late afternoon sun. I could use a little refreshment. We killed off the beers on the lounge, so I guess I need to grab some cold ones from the fridge. I head into the house and return with three more bottles. My cock and balls hang low swinging back and forth. The hot water always loosens my nuts.

Lacy leans into Catherine, “I love Rob’s cock, and he promised me he would treat me to the real thing but it doesn’t look like he is ready yet.”

Catherine responds,”Yeah, it is a great cock and feels so good in my pussy. Did you like sucking him?”

“Oh yeah, his cum is sweet. He came so much that I couldn’t hold it all in my mouth and dribbled on his shaft. No worries though, I licked and slurped it all up when we did the 69 thing. I couldn’t believe how hard he was, I just wish he was that hard now.”

Catherine whispered, “I know how to get him hard. Men can’t resist watching two women kiss; it affects every one of them. He’ll be ready for you in no time.”

As I walk back to the girls, I see them talking and then they embrace and kiss. What gives, I was just gone a few minutes and now they act like I don’t exist. The ladies stand up in the spa and press their tits together. I watch their lips grind against one another as they share their tongues. Catherine lowers her hand between Lacy’s legs and moves it around. I can’t see under water, but I’m sure she has her fingers inside her pussy. Lacy separates from Catherine and places her hands under Catherine’s huge boobs lifting the round globes. It’s as if she is weighing them. Lacy pinches the crimson nipples and pulls on Catherine’s tits. They bounce back and shimmy. I can’t get enough of her mounds. I look down and see my cock sticking straight out. If it’s their intention to get me hard, they are doing a good job.

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“Are you serious?” I asked, more than a little surprised.

She stood there, looking at me from across the room. I knew she wanted to get into the bathroom to wash up, but I couldn’t believe she was really going to go back to the other room. After all, hadn’t she told me herself that it had been too cold to sleep alone?

“You look very tired, Jack,” she said, her hand on the doorknob. “If I come back, you might not get any sleep.”

“I know you need to use the bathroom,” I said, turning a corner of the covers as if to get up. “But if you’re not back in a couple of minutes I’m going to come looking for you.”

She smiled at me then, and left. It was when she smiled that I realized letting her go would have been a mistake.

Several minutes later, just as I was beginning to doubt myself and whether Melinda was coming back, I heard the door slide open. She had a new pair of panties on, but her t-shirt was the same and it had a couple of water spots on it.

“Do you have a shirt I can borrow, Jack?” she asked me, from just inside the door.

“Of course,” I said, starting to get up.

“I’ll get it,” she said. “Just point me—you stay in bed and keep the sheets warm for me.”

I told her where my bag was, and she padded over to it, saying something under her breath about how cold she was.

“Take some socks too, if you want,” I suggested.

“No, I can’t sleep in socks,” she shook her head as she rummaged through my bag for a shirt. She found one, older and dark, it was the softest t-shirt I owned and it was big on her. I smiled to myself when she turned her back to me to change. As soon as she was done she crawled right onto the bed and slipped under the covers with me.

She nuzzled up against me, half smiling and half frowning.

“Oh, this feels so good and warm,” she sighed. “But my feet are so cold….”

What she had done for me this evening was incomparable, but I thought I could at least try to do her this small favor.

“Turn over, sweetheart,” I said in her ear. I don’t know if the surprise on her face came from the endearment or simply being asked to turn over, but she only hesitated a second and then put her back to me. She was so much smaller than me that, even though we were now spooned, it was easy to scoot myself down just a bit, reach under the covers and put one of her feet between my thighs without bending her knee too far.

Her response made enduring the cold worth it as she gave an audible sigh that reminded me of how I felt climbing into the hot tub. She reached back to run her hand through my hair. It felt good, intimate, personal. I felt closer to her now than I had earlier.

It was a few minutes before either of us said anything.

“Corenne’s not seeing anyone,” she said, whispering.

“Oh yeah?” I replied. “I’m sure that’s by choice.”

“I don’t know,” Mel replied, taking her hand from the back of my neck. “Maybe. She seemed a little unhappy the last time I saw her.”

“Mel,” I said, “I know she’s a friend of ours, and I do want her to be happy, but could we talk about something else? Let’s talk about you, or me, or something. Anything, just not Corenne.”

I could have sworn I glimpsed a smile on her lips before she twisted to look at me.

“Did you like my swimsuit tonight?” she asked.

I gave her a wide grin.

“Oh yes,” I said. “That was very nice.”

“I was thinking of you when I picked it out.”

“Were you really?” I asked, surprised.

“Well, sort of,” she seemed to be admitting. “I was thinking mostly of you, but I also knew I would look good in it, so I was also thinking of me a little.”

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her waist.

“How’s your foot feel?”

“Wonderful.”

Unhooking my arm from around her waist, I lifted myself over her and asked her to turn onto her other side. Soon, we were facing the other way. A moment later I was warming her other foot.

Melinda practically purred.

“I think this may actually be in the book of ‘Reasons to Keep a Man’,” she said, wriggling back against me to get as close as she possibly could.

I moved her hair off of her neck and planted a small kiss.

“Mmmm,” she closed her eyes. “If I go to sleep on you it’s because this feels so good.”

“Do you think you’d dream about us?”

“I sure hope so,” she said, giving a tired little laugh. She was fading fast, would probably be asleep before long.

I leaned into her, my lips not far from her ear.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered. I could see her falling asleep. “I don’t think I want to miss you anymore.”

It hadn’t taken me long to fall asleep. Laying like we were, I soon let her take her foot back, but she never moved away. I awoke, laying on my back, with this beautiful girl next to me. At first I didn’t realize what woke me, but after a moment I recognized the smell of coffee. I moved carefully, pulling myself away and sliding out of bed.

I settled the covers back around her, and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. She smiled slightly, still asleep, and stretched illegal bahis a tiny bit as she rolled onto her side. I don’t know about other fellas, but for me there are very few things as life-affirming as that. I took a moment to just look at her.

Yesterday we were good friends. This morning we were… what? I didn’t know, but I smiled thinking of the possibilities. I don’t know how much sleep I’d really gotten, but I felt great.

Grabbing the bathrobe I’d left on the hook by the door, and putting on a pair of socks, I headed downstairs.

I found Emma in the kitchen, sitting with a cup of coffee, staring at the bay window. Sunlight poured in, lighting the room.

“Good morning,” I greeted her, walking across the kitchen floor. Coffee mugs were set out next to the pot, so I grabbed and filled one.

“How did you sleep last night?” she asked me.

I smiled to myself, my back to her. When I turned, well, the smile would’ve been gone, but I just couldn’t get rid of it.

“Fantastic,” I said. “I haven’t slept this good in a while.”

“I’m glad I invited Melinda.”

“Yes,” I nodded. “That was an exceptional idea.”

“Did she sleep well, too?”

Okay, had I not thought the idea completely crazy, I would’ve thought Emma was slightly jealous. Just from the tone of her voice, and the way she phrased her last question.

“I guess you’d have to ask her,” I said, suddenly somewhat guarded. The Spidey Sense had tingled, so I would play it safe—if I found out later that it was all for naught, well, great, but until then…. Luckily, and as if on cue, Melinda answered from the other kitchen entryway.

“Yes, I did,” she said, still wearing my shirt and now my sweatpants too. She crossed the cold tile floor and reached around me to get a mug. She got close, and I heard her take in a breath. “I missed your smell,” she whispered.

“Are you two hungry?” Emma asked, setting her mug down. “Do you eat breakfast?”

“Not me,” I said. “You?” I looked at Melinda.

“Not really,” Mel shook her head. “Do you have any fruit? Maybe toast?”

At that moment, Steve came into the kitchen. He was completely dressed, and he looked distracted.

“Sorry, Honey,” he said, bending down and kissing the cheek Emma offered him. He turned to Melinda and I. “Something’s come up, I have to go to the office… I’ll be back later, though.”

“We should be okay,” Melinda teased him. “We need to find Jack something to wear tonight anyway.”

“Oh that’s right,” Steve said, lost in thought a moment. “I may have to go straight to the airport from the office if I’m going to pick Joe and Kathy up in time… if I can’t make it, can I call you and ask you to pick them up for me?” He was looking at Emma for the last part.

“Sure,” she said, standing up and tightening the belt on her robe. “We can get them if you get too caught up.”

“Thanks, Honey,” he said, grabbing a cup and pouring some coffee before he left.

After he was gone, Emma turned to Melinda and asked, “What sort of fruit would you like?”

After a very light breakfast, with Melinda and Emma sharing a grapefruit, everyone got dressed. We took showers, though still disappointedly separate, I thought, and soon I was downstairs sitting in the living room. I had turned on the TV, catching a little sports re-cap coverage on ESPN when Mel walked in. She was wearing khakis, a clean pair of K-Swiss, and an orange, sleeveless top. She looked great.

I was sitting on the couch, and she walked up behind me, lacing her arms over my chest. She had a thin, metal bracelet jangling on her wrist.

“I am so going to reward you for making my feet warm,” she said, low and in my ear.

I suddenly forgot to mention that warming her feet had been my attempt to pay her back.

“Oh?” I asked.

“Mmm hmm,” she put her lips to my ear.

“I swear to God, Mel, if you kiss my ear, all that time you spent getting dressed this morning will go to waste.”

She pulled away, laughing.

“I wouldn’t have guessed that was your ‘magic button’,” she said, running her hands across my shoulders.

“I have several,” I said. “We can go over them in detail later.”

“Deal,” she replied, leaning back in and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

Right then, Emma came in wearing blue jeans, a pair that flared a little at the boot, and her hair down, with a collared blouse that screamed GAP.

“Ready to do some shopping?” she asked.

Melinda pulled away from me, but said, “We need to get you something to wear tonight, Jack. What do you say to letting us help you pick something out?”

I agreed to it, straight away, flicking off the TV. The two girls had acted funny for a moment that morning, when Mel had gotten her coffee, but from then on things had seemed to return to normal. Which I was very glad for.

Both women looked gorgeous, and they were both mine all day. Could I say enough how great an idea the weekend had been?

We spent the morning getting some clothes for that evening. I got to watch both Emma and Melinda try on illegal bahis siteleri different outfits, and that was time well spent. Eventually Melinda settled on a dark sheath dress, and Emma picked out a cream colored slip dress. I remember hoping that Kathy had brought something nice to wear for dinner, because the two women I was with were going to be absolutely radiant.

It really didn’t take long for me to find something for myself. Melinda suggested DKNY, and I found something they both loved at Neiman Marcus. They spent a little while longer picking out shoes, and then we were out of there.

We stopped at a dry cleaner to drop off our newly purchased clothes, and then took a quick trip to the grocery store to pick up some things Emma said she’d need for breakfast on Sunday.

In the checkout line, Emma got a call from Steve saying that he would be able to pick up Joe and Kathy at the airport, but that he would have to leave straight from the office. It was no big deal, really, but it was a bit of a disappointment that I didn’t get to see much of my friend.

When I mentioned it to Melinda she gave me a face full of mock hurt.

“We’re not entertaining enough for you, Jack?” she asked, pouting her lips.

I laughed, “No, that’s not it at all—“

“You’re just bored, aren’t you?” she asked. Emma was busy paying the cashier.

“Well, I didn’t want to say anything and hurt anyone’s feelings….” I said, thinking two could play her game. The look I got was worth it. Total indignation.

“You rotten—“ she slapped my arm. Then she looked past me to Emma. “He said he’s bored!”

“Maybe we should give him something to do?”

Melinda nodded vehemently. “Yes, I think that’s an excellent idea.”

“I have a broken step on the back porch that needs fixing.”

“I’m an engineering consultant, not a carpenter.”

“The drain in the shower is slow,” Melinda offered.

“I’ll do that,” I immediately offered. “Where’s that liquid plumber snake stuff? It’s gotta be around here somewhere….”

“Too easy,” Emma decided. “I need the oil changed in the truck.”

“What?” I asked. “I thought you said you just got the truck.”

“We took a trip to the coast. Lots of miles.”

Both Melinda and Emma were smiling at each other now. I realized that there was a point where I could have admitted I had been joking about the being bored, and probably changed the subject. But we were way beyond it now, and for all intents and purposes, it looked like I was changing some oil.

“Do you have what you need?” I asked.

“I… have what you need,” she said, again smiling at me.

“I think you’ll need to take this shirt off and change her oil wearing your ‘wife beater’,” Melinda suggested. Emma immediately agreed.

“My what?” I asked, confused for a moment.

“Your undershirt, darling,” Melinda clarified. “Maybe you’ll get a little dirty. Very sexy.”

Now, I suppose it’s possible that if I can find one girl in her pajamas hitting another girl in her pajamas with a pillow to be sexy, that’s no more strange than both of them finding me wearing jeans, a tank top, and a couple of motor oil stains sexy. So there we were. I was about to change some oil, and apparently while on parade.

So, it wasn’t much later that we got back to the house. Emma keyed open the garage from her seat, and rolled the truck in. Apparently, Steve had planned on changing the oil this weekend, so everything I needed was going to be handy.

I took my shirt off and left it in the truck—the only guaranteed clean place in the garage—and got to work collecting the necessary tools.

That was when Melinda said she had to go for a little while.

“It’s only going to be a couple of hours. I have to meet this guy… he’s setting up my situation in Denver, and if I don’t get some papers signed, it could be a problem. I’ll be back in plenty of time for dinner—I can even pick up the dry cleaning, it’s on the way.”

I nodded, it sounded good to me, and Emma seemed a bit distracted a moment, but then nodded too.

“I hate to miss this,” she said, indicating my situation, “But, such is life. I’ll be back soon.”

She hopped up on her toes and gave me a quick kiss before leaving the garage and getting in her car.

Well, it may have been partly Melinda’s idea, but Emma wasn’t letting me out of it just because Melinda was gone. So I climbed down onto the creeper, slid under the truck and got to work removing the oil pan plug.

I probably could have gotten the job done with very little mess, but the girls wanted some motor oil smears and I gave it to them. Well, Emma. A wipe here, a smudge there. I was playing it up. By the time I was done, which was a little later than I had expected, Emma made it very clear she liked what she saw by simply taking in a breath and smiling as she let it out.

Unfortunately, I also had some smudges on my clothes, and I needed to change.

“Why don’t you clean up when you change?” Emma asked as she reached into her truck to grab my shirt.

“Yeah,” I nodded. canlı bahis siteleri “I could do that.”

“I’m going to try to fix that drain in the shower you and Melinda are using, so why don’t you use mine?”

“Your shower?” I asked. “Are you sure?”

“Uh huh,” she told me. “It’s nice. Good water stream.”

“Really?” I asked, giving her a half smile. “Okay, you sold me. Just don’t let Steve walk in on me, okay?” I laughed.

She smiled and told me not to worry, that he wouldn’t be home anytime soon.

I went upstairs, grabbed some replacement clothes from my bag, and headed to her bedroom. I guess she figured I’d find my way around, and I did. The shower wasn’t exactly what I expected, though it should have been, I suppose. It was a master bathroom, and the shower had two sides that were nothing but clear glass. I turned on the hot water, and got the shower going. I watched as the steam began to collect and the glass started to fog. I grabbed the towel off the rack by the door, slid the door shut, and threw the towel over the side of the shower.

A moment later I was under the hot water, and boy did it feel good. I didn’t realize just how dirty I’d gotten. Grabbing the soap, I started to clean up when I heard a knock on the door.

I turned to look, but I couldn’t see much through the glass, though I saw over the shower door that the bathroom door was open.

“Yeah?” I asked, a little alarmed.

“Sorry, Jack,” I heard Emma say from the doorway. “I was throwing out the used oil filter and I lost my grip—I got it all over me.”

“Is it hot? Have you washed it off yet?” I asked, a little concerned, and a little surprised to be hearing her voice while I stood naked in the shower.

I watched her silhouette get closer to the shower door

“It’s not too hot, but I came up to wash it off.”

The door opened, and I caught a glimpse of bare arm, and bare leg, and my eyes must’ve been the size of saucers.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.”

“I’m getting in to wash off,” she told me, almost matter-of-factly.

She was gorgeous, God she was gorgeous. She stepped in and I felt my stomach tumble. I had known Emma for so long, had flirted with her for so long, had played with her for so long, that now it was almost as if three years of teasing had just suddenly come to an end.

“It’s just me, Jack,” she said, quietly as she closed the door behind her. She turned back to me. “We’ve been friends a long time, and we’ve done a lot of things together.”

She put her hands under the shower, and started washing the water up her arms.

“We’ve played around before, and we’ve always played by the rules, we can do that again.”

“Rules?” I wasn’t completely under the water anymore, and I probably would’ve been getting cold if I wasn’t so surprised.

“Sure,” she said. “We’re just going to take a shower together, just going to clean up, that’s all.”

“I don’t know if we should do this.”

She glanced down at my waist, and said, “Part of you seems more than willing to let me stay.”

“Don’t let him speak for me, he’s had a long day and he’s not thinking properly. What if Steve comes back?”

“He won’t.”

“Melinda?”

“Same.”

“I don’t know….” I admitted.

“C’mon,” she said, stepping further into the water, letting it rivulet down her chest. Her beautiful, sexy chest. “I’ll help you wash up, and you help me.”

“You want me to soap you up?” I asked, incredulously.

“Yes,” she said, turning a shoulder under the water, and bringing her chin up to me.

Looking at her body, peach skin and such alluring curves, I was starting to think it might be okay to do what she wanted. But I still hesitated.

“Jack, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, please, c’mon, play along….” She cooed quietly and took the soap off its little shelf, getting close to me and beginning to rub it against my chest. At that point, she had me. I was so close to her, smelling her and feeling her, and with her words too, I had no chance.

“Okay,” I said, quietly.

“Yay,” she said playfully. “It’s settled then. We both want me in here with you, and we’re just going to wash up… I’m going to touch you a little, and if you’re comfortable, maybe you’ll touch me a little, but that’s it, we’re just cleaning up.”

Maybe I had a sudden look of disappointment on my face, or maybe she had planned to say it from the start, but then she leaned in close to me, brushing my completely erect cock with her stomach, and in a low voice said, “And if we can be good the whole time, maybe I’ll help you do something about the pressure you must be building up down there.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just watched her as she took a step back from me and rubbed the soap on her stomach. Her step back took her directly under the shower, and she began to rub soapy circles around her breasts. She was right, I was certainly building pressure all right.

She then reached out and pulled me closer to her, the shower spray off her shoulders hitting me in the chin.

“Let me wash your back,” she said, and reached around me with both arms. She swept the soap up and down my back, lightly touching my chest with her soapy nipples. My cock strained to touch her, but only got the lightest of brushes. It was nearly torture.

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Chapter 16 – Nice to meet you

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 16.1 – The new resident

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She had expected Vincent to open the door when she rang the bell. After all, she did notify him that she was coming. Not that he needed it anymore, not now his mental powers had grown so much. He could easily feel her arrival before she would announce it and open the door even before she would ring the bell. It might have been Nicole, his sister, who lived here as well. But she didn’t expect the door to be opened by an unknown brunette, dressed in a white blouse and a dark blue skirt.

“Oh, hello Jenny, please come in,” she said happily.

Jenny hesitated for a moment, but entered the house after the girl moved aside.

“Um … have we met before?”

“No, I don’t think we have been introduced yet. But I’ve seen you around. My name is –”

“Hey Jenny!” Vincent greeted when he came around the corner from the kitchen. “I see you’ve met Charissa. She’s our new tenant.”

“Tenant? But … this isn’t a dorm. This isyour house. How come you have a newtenant?”

“Uh … that’s a long story, Jen. For now, I’ll introduce you to her.”

She followed him to the living room and sat down in one of the seats. Vincent and the girl sat down on the couch.

“Well, this is Charissa,” Vincent said. “We’ve met shortly after we’ve moved in here and we’d become friends soon afterwards. She’s in need of a place to stay and we opted that she could get a room here. As you can see, she accepted.”

“Well, that’s a surprise. I didn’t know you eventook tenants in.”

Vincent chuckled. “Neither did I, but well, sometimes things just happen.” His tone grew more serious when he said: “You can trust her. She knows pretty much everything that has happened. She knows about our mindlink, she knows about telepathy. She even helped us in the warehouse.”

“Wait – but I don’t rememberseeing her in that warehouse and I wasthere. Or is that another of those memories that were wiped clean? I thought you restored everything?”

“Oh, we did. Everything that happened, whatever you saw we had restored. But Charissa’s … a bit different,” he said mysteriously. “Charis, would you give her a demonstration?”

She nodded and stood up, walking over to Jenny and offering her an extended hand. Jenny looked at it, mystified, then up to the face of the girl who was still only smiling knowingly, then looked back at the hand again. She took it – and didn’t find anything. Her hand went through the extended hand completely.

What the hell? My hand went completelythrough hers.

She looked up and the girl was still smiling the same smile. Jenny was flabbergasted.

She tried again – with the same results. The third time she got an actual hold of the hand and Charissa shook it. Jenny looked over to Vincent with question marks in her eyes when the girl dropped the handshake.

“She’s a ghost.”

“She – whut?” Jenny brought out. “Aghost?”

“Yeah. I know that’s hard to take in, but she’s an actual ghost. It’s the reason why you hadn’t seen her before in the warehouse, but she was there. It’s been only a few days since she has managed to make herself visible enough to put herself on display like this. Otherwise I’d have introduced you guys before.

You okay?”

Jenny was looking at the girl ludicrously. Then she smiled.

“A ghost. My, my, after everything we’ve gone through and this is what you hold out on me? Damn you, Vincent. You realizeI am the one with the paranormal fetish, eh?”

“You accepted that easier than I thought,” he admitted. “I was afraid you’d freak out – like Nicole and I did the first time.”

“Don’t underestimate me, buster. I’ve been into paranormal stuff since I couldwalk. This is like being thrown into Nirvana, man. Where did youfind her?”

“I’m not exactly a rare species, Jenny,” Charissa giggled.”But I’ve been roaming the neighbourhood here for a while and sometimes I dropped by here. I didn’t really have a place to stay, so when Vincent took actual notice of me, I was really happy.”

“We managed to talk a bit to each other and after a while I started tosee her, the way you do with a ghost – see-through and all. I was the only one being able to see her for some reason – I still don’t know why – and we became friends. After that, she lingered here most of the time, technically making her a resident of the house.”

“Ever since, Vincent has helped me out with all kinds of stuff and eventually we tried to see if I could make myself more visible and more solid, so he wouldn’t be the only one who could see me. A few days ago that finally bore fruit, so here I am! Fully visible and I can even touch you! I’m so happy to finally meet you, other than just see you.”

“Wow,” Jenny spoke in awe, before her eyes narrowed. “So I guess you already had sex by now?”

Vincent’s canlı bahis şirketleri smile disappeared as if he had been punched in the gut. Charissa’s was beaming though, until she realized she was giving it away. Jenny sighed.

“I had imagined things would get to this after our event with Nicole, but really? Sex with a ghost?” Jenny said. “If I wasn’t so elated about the fact that I’m seeing a ghost, I would be pretty damn angry by now, you know. How many other people did you have sex with while dating me?”

Vincent felt himself very small right now, now the cat was out of the box.

“Umm … Nicole, Charissa and Talitha – although that doesn’t really count because she forced me to break it off with you. Uh. And Larissa, I guess.”

“You really have a broad view on the idea of dating someone, haven’t you?” Jenny sighed.

He didn’t dare say anything. He figured whatever he said he’d merely dig a deeper hole for himself.

Jenny threw her hands up in the air before she resumed her position and looked at him.

“After you had sex with Nicole I was watching that without feeling any real jealousy, I thought it was because of it being Nicole. I knew you’ve had sex with Talitha and I didn’t get too angry about that because you explained how she had altered your mind to accept her as your girlfriend.

But you were fucking around evenmore? Seriously, why do you evenneed a girlfriend if you’re sticking your dick in everyone else?”

He didn’t speak. He didn’t even dare look at her because he knew she was right.

Jenny was still sitting where she had sat down before, but now she had put one leg over the other and with crossed arms she was eyeing Vincent. Charissa felt very uncomfortable and didn’t know where to look. She wondered if it was her fault that Jenny was angry at him, but then again, the sex was incredible. She couldn’t wait to do it again, but she had enough sense to realize that hedid have a girlfriend and that having sex with him wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to do for Jenny. So guilt tormented her heart. And she wondered why she had allowed him to have sex with her in the first place, since she knew of Jenny even before Vincent had managed to see her. And she sure knew early on how she had become his girlfriend. So the question remained … why?

It had been silent for a while now, until Jenny stood up. She lingered for a bit, looking down on these two and then left the house. And once again it became silent.

Eventually Vincent spoke: “I’m sorry, Charissa. I didn’t know this would happen. It’s supposed to be a happy day since you’re now living with us as a tenant. I didn’t want to wreck it this say, sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Charissa shook her head.”I’m partly responsible for her getting angry after all. I knew you guys before you knew me. I knew about your relationship even before you admitted it to anyone else. Yet I still ended up having sex with you. Iblame myself for letting me go that far, making me feel like I’ve intentionally tried to split you up. I should’ve known better.

I will go and apologize to her later. She deserves that. I’m obliged to do so. Now that she can see me and we can talk, I should do this like a real human and apologize.”

“You don’t need to – ” he started, but Charissa cut him off.

“I do. I’ve only been fully visible for a mere few hours now. If I want to have a shot atfeeling human I need to do this. And I don’t want to be the cause for you two to break it up. You guys don’t deserve to be split apart, the way how Talitha did it before. You just don’t.”

“It’s moremy fault anyway. I haven’t slept only with you, but also with Nicole and Talitha. I mean, if I really loved her, I wouldn’t be doing that, would I? There is something wrong withme for having sex with multiple other women while I should be focusing on my own woman. So if anyone should apologize, it should be me.”

“That’s true. But that doesn’t mean I won’t. In fact, I’ll go right now. I’ll be back.”

Charissa made herself invisible to his eye – he hadn’t seen that for a while now – and let herself drift through the door, to where Jenny was going.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 16.2 – Pondering

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He knew how much she dreaded having to go through doors like a ghost. She had been working so hard to be able to become visible, to be able to touch things. She was elated when she was able to open a door and move through it like she used to be able to – like howliving humans did. Going through the old way – it told him about how she felt about things. She was repenting in her own way.

His face was grim. He felt he had lost Jenny because he had been thinking with his dick. And worst of all, he thought that she was right. There was no reason to excuse him, to forgive him. He had screwed around, even with his own sister. And canlı kaçak iddaa he was still wondering why. Sure, he loved her, but he had never thought of her as someone to have sex with. And that had changed recently.

Vincent had been proud of his ethics. He had always believed that when you had a girlfriend, a fiancee or a wife, you should be sticking to that woman for life – or until it didn’t work out after all. But you should always be fair to each other. That was his motto, the one he had preached to his friends when he had caughtthem cheating. And now he was doing it himself. He should be ashamed of himself.

And that’s the whole thing, he reminded himself.It’s notme. I’ve always been the faithful one, always the do-gooder when it came to relationships. So why am I doing this?

I should’ve been disgusted with myself for screwing my sister. Not even have I never seen her as a lust object – well, that’s not entirely true, but I was younger then and everything with a cunt was interesting – but I’ve never been into incest. Yet I’m not disgusted with myself. Iknow it was wrong, purely by rationalizing I understand that it was wrong, despicable. But I’m notfeeling it.

The same thing with Charissa. I know I shouldn’t have had sex with her because I have Jenny, but it didn’tfeel wrong. Moreover, itstill doesn’t even when I think back and wonder if I would do it all over again. What iswrong with me?

But it started dawning on him that these things might have a connection with another incident he was in.

It feels too much of a coincidence for them not to be connected. I mean, she has been messing with my mind before. I’ve also been hospitalized – I’ve been braindead for a while too and Talitha was technically an amateur when she had fixed me up. Who knows what she has done which could trigger this unethical stuff I’ve been doing?

The problem is, even if I confront her with it, she wouldn’t know if I was right. She had said that she did things on trial and error, so if she has done something wrong, she wouldn’t know that. And Kevin said it wasn’t his department either. Perhaps I should ask him whose department it is then. See if I can get myself a bit of a mind-scan to see what’soff.

He didn’t really want to think about if it turned out that there wasn’tanything wrong.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 16.3 – The Girlfriend and the Ghost

* * * * * * * * * *

Jenny had already reached her apartment ere Charissa had overtaken her, but she tought it was for the better. She didn’t want to talk to her in public anyway, because she wasn’t that confident in keeping herself visible for a longer period. She knew she could – she had proved it a few times now, but this was once again a very demanding day for her.

Besides, telepathy and ghosts weren’t exactly subjects which should be discussed out on the streets. She was pretty sure that Jenny had a similar mindset about that. So when she approached her, it was only after Jenny had closed the door behind her – Charissa passing through same said door invisibly.

“Jenny?” she said after she had made herself visible again, hopeful of the conversation she wanted to initiate.

“Charissa?” Jenny whirled around, showing surprise – but it was replaced with relief soon enough. “Sorry for that little argument back there. I didn’t want to push all the blame on you, but it seems like you must’ve felt it like that.”

“You’re not to blame. After all, Idid have sex with your boyfriend, despite knowing he was already taken. If there is any blame to take, I definitely should be blamed. I came here to apologize to you, if you would allow me.”

She waved it away with her hand and kicked off her shoes, leaving them unorganized on the ground near the door.

“I’m not angry at you. To be honest, I’m not angry at Vincent either, although I really feel I should be. I realized that back there and got annoyed at myself. So I decided I should take my leave and figure out what’s wrong, because Iknow I’m not the type of girl who can simply accept when her boyfriend cheats on her. It’s not in my nature; I’m one of these girls who would kick his ass for doing so. Yet, I haven’t. And that worries me.”

“You’re … not mad at me?”

“I’m not. It surprises me more than you, really. So, don’t feel bad about it and have a seat. If you are gonna live there, I’d rather be friends with you than having you avoid me. So, let’s talk for a bit?”

The ghost girl nodded and strode to the couch nearby. Jenny noticed how the girl was sitting in a formal way, as if she was visiting a government institute rather than a friend. She smiled at that little detail.

“Do youwant to be friends with me?” she asked, suddenly unsure about how this girl felt about her.

“I do!” the ghost exclaimed and her posture changed to amplify it. She was leaning forward now, intent canlı kaçak bahis on making Jenny understand.”I’ve been watching you and Vincent for a long time and I really felt close to you, like you were already a friend – only one who couldn’t see me. I was afraid you wouldn’t like me being there.”

Jenny chuckled – an emotion she really shouldn’t be displaying now considering how she should be feeling really angry – and it annoyed her once again.

“Well, aside of our mutual friendship with Vincent, I’ve always been a sucker for the paranormal. I think I’ve wanted to see a ghost ever since I was seven years old or so. Actually seeing one right now is making me feel all giddy, to be honest. So my apologies if I eye you sometimes like a newly gained toy.”

This time Charissa chuckled.”Whatever you want to know, just ask away. I’m sorry if I might not be able to satisfy your curiosity, because I feel like I’ve not been an actual ghost – not the way how they usually are being portrayed.”

Jenny had sat down in one of the chairs and furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?”

“Vincent and I had discussed it once before, but while I’m obviously dead, I don’t really encounter many other ghosts. If I’m a ghost, I should’ve met plenty of other ghosts here with the same fate. Yet, in the past year or so I’ve only mettwo, both who scurried away from me whenever I approached them. It’s like I’m not a full ghost or so, perhaps only a partial spirit.

Also, I don’tfeel dead. I still have my human affinities. I still feel the need to be loved, to love, to watch my tv-shows, to eat a delicious chocolate bar. I still feel uncertain, insecure like when I was still alive. Those aren’t particular properties of a ghost depicted in literature.”

“Hah. You probably have read only the H.P. Lovecraft ones or so,” Jenny laughed. “There have been more stories about ghosts than you think. It isn’t allGhostbusters andPoltergeist, there have also been stories about ghosts who have lingered due to a particular romance or so. One of my favorites was that movie with Patrick Swayze:Ghost. It told about a man who lingered around his true love and she eventually noticed that he was still there.

So you see, it isn’t only hauntings and evil ghosts display, it’s just that most people believe to. If you can’t see someone, yet you feel that there is something around you and it is giving you evidence by knocking things over or displacing objects, most people would feel it’s malicious. People are ignorant and the thing people are most scared of is the big unknown. It’s part of how the entire ‘horror’ genre came into place.”

“That’s … comforting, actually.” Charissa admitted.”Thank you for giving me some relief.”

Jenny smiled wickedly. “Relief? Which reminds me … did you enjoy the sex?”

“You’ve got to be kidding!” she cried out, crossing her arms in front of her chest, as if Jenny was looking into her heart with a special device.”I thought you weren’t angry at me for that?”

Jenny held up her arms. “I’m not. I’m just … curious.” She scratched her head for a moment, looking into the distance. “There have been a few guys I’ve had sex with, but with Vincent … it’s like it’s … special. Like there is some sort ofextra when we have sex. He’s notdoing anything special, but itfeels like he does.

Considering how you generally can’t discuss this with anyone else who has sex with him, I have myself a special case here. You’ve had sex with him and we’re not on bad terms. So I’d wondered if you felt the same way I did. And yeah, I know, it’s a weird question. But that’s me all over – doing silly things.”

“It’s not really a question of whether he’s doing anything special … I just haven’t had sex before Vincent. I was a virgin before he made love to me.”

“Seriously? You died before you got laid?” Jenny blurted out. “Wait. Stop. That came out wrong.”

Charissa smiled.”Don’t apologize. People die. Some before they have reached their goals, other afterwards. I think I wasn’t one of the lucky ones, seeing how I’m officially still only a few days short of my eighteenth year. Which was a little over a year ago.”

“I’m merely stunned about how you’ve managed to keep your cherry intact for that long. I sure didn’t manage to avoid having sex for that long. I think I’ve lost my virginity back when I was 16 or so. If you don’t count that giant dildo I’ve been using. And you’re way prettier than I was at that age – fuck me, you’re the same age I am if you count the time you’ve floated around. You’re nineteen and you look like you’re not even 17. If I were a lesbian, I’d have raped you on the spot myself.”

Charissa laughed, but Jenny saw her cheeks turn red. She thought it adorable. This girl was a beauty. Her dark brown hair, only slightly wavy – just enough to give it volume without making it thick – her deep brown eyes, that petite nose. She could easily understand why Vincent would want to fuck her. Too easily, actually. She could almost see him standing behind her, cupping her breasts and sticking his dick in her pussy. She shook off the image. Right now it was girl time.

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Terri thought long and hard about her new job. She’d worked darned hard to get it. She’d put herself through hell to obtain it. And it bored the crap out of her. There were days she was so bored with it, she didn’t want to get out of bed and go to work.

Her entire family, save the women, were in law enforcement. Her father was a well-respected Police Captain. Her brothers, all 3 of them, were cops. One of her cousins was in the army, but an MP. It was in the blood. Enforcing society’s rules and protecting other people was important to everyone in her family.

Except Terri. Terri didn’t want to play by the rules. She liked to challenge preconceptions and make waves. People who made waves were the people who changed society.

If the family knew how Terri paid to put herself through school and the subsequent training, they’d have gone into shock. The petite brunette had paid for her education as a stripper.

It had all been her friend Devin’s idea. Devin had begun stripping right out of High School and foregone a college education for it. The tall blonde was built for life in the sex trade, with beautiful big (and real, Devin said with a laugh) tits, long blonde hair, legs that went on forever and stunning blue eyes. She moved with grace and sensuality, often reminding Terri of a jungle cat. Men and women liked to watch Devin move, so she made a career out of it. Devin made great money and lived a very hedonistic lifestyle. Terri envied her that lifestyle.

Terri was tiny, barely 5’5″, but all of it was a hot package. Her breasts were tiny, but firm, with delicate pink nipples that seemed to be forever erect. Her hair was a lustrous chestnut colour, going all the way down to her butt. Her butt, which was tight and firm, bounced and wiggled when she walked. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Her eyes, her ex used to say, were “Bambi” eyes which looked deep and soulful. She kept herself semi-tanned, but didn’t need much sun, owing to her mother’s Mediterranean complexion. Her legs were sexy and she did a lot of exercises to keep them toned and firm.

“So!”, Devin had said over lunch, “why don’t you make some money from your hot bod hun?”

“Because dopey!,” the pretty 19-year old smiled back “My family would kill me!”

“Mine still don’t know hun and I’ve been doing it for over a year. Terri, you could make a killing! No student loans, no debts and some pretty hot looking guys just looking for a nice fuck! How long has it been hun?”

Terri sighed. “5 months since Jerry and I broke up. But selling myself for money Dev?”

Devin laughed back. “You strip for the money Terr, you fuck for the fun! I am seeing 3 guys right now – and also have a fling with one of their girlfriends!”

Terri’s brown eyes opened wide. “You’re sleeping with women now?”

Devin smiled. “Oh hun, lots of the girls have girl / girl flings, it’s fun and you can’t get preggers!” Devin giggled. “You have to see Charmane – she’s the hottest little Asian cutie, and man, can she lick pussy!”

Terri shivered at the thought. She’d had illicit thoughts about women once or twice, and one of her cheerleader friends had made a subtle pass, but she’d been too nervous to do anything about it. Her cheeks reddened and she knew what she had to do. If she wanted to be true to herself, she had to take the plunge.

“Count me in!” she told Devin.

* * * * *

In her first week on her new job, Terri found herself completely at ease. The other girls were kind and güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri fun, having drinks and laughter daily. She fit right in and found her way of dancing and her small, toned body could excite the men.

After the first few times, she was at ease baring her tits and pussy to this horny grouping of men – and a few women. Terri found the women customers friendlier, more respectful and much more naughty when they wanted to be.

Her tits jiggled proudly as she bounced, strutted and moved around the stage. Somedays, her pussy would be wet from arousing the crowd. This had turned out to be the perfect idea, she was making good money and she was hornier than hell all the time. All she had to do now is find someone to fuck and all would be right with the world! She hadn’t made it with any of the women customers yet or any of the other girls, but it was in the back of her mind.

So it was inevitable that one day, when one of the hotter patrons offered to take her out for dinner, she went along.

Dinner was light fare, pub-style, but he was kind and fun to be with. Richard made her laugh – and he made her horny as hell. It was time for her to get fucked, she ached to feel his cock inside of her hot, wet and overly horny little cunt!

So “Tori” – as she called herself on stage – and Richard went to a nice motel, checked in – and fucked each other’s brains out.

She marveled at her uninhibited lustiness, slurping and licking his purple, veiny large dick until it glistened with her saliva. Up and down, swirling her tongue, she excited her hot stud, wanting to leave him panting and weak with lust. His moans of pleasure let her know she was doing a good job. All of the girls talked about their sex lives very openly backstage güvenilir bahis şirketleri and she’d picked up a few tips about sucking cock and what men and women like orally.

“Tori” was much wilder than her subdued alter-ego. She fucked like a woman possessed, urging Richard to “fuck her like a bitch in heat, you big-cocked bastard!”. He complied readily, putting his dick deeper in her pussy than she’d ever felt before. His thick shaft filled her completely and she arched and bucked against him as he drilled deeper and deeper within her pussy.

In and out of her newly-trimmed pussy, he pumped and grinded his magnificent rod. “You’re just a fucky hot little bitch, aren’t you Tori?”, he hissed through clenched teeth as his meaty dick pounded her cunt. The bedsprings on the cheap mattress creaked underneath them, giving an unusual soundtrack to their orgiastic fucking. The headboard pounded the wall as they fucked, like it was keeping time. Whoever was in the next room was likely getting an earful! Let them, she giggled. God, she was turning into a hot little slut!

He wasn’t a sensual lovemaker, he didn’t waste a lot of time on foreplay, but Richard was all man as he dicked her, deeper and deeper. Terri wanted it sensual and passionate, but most of the time, “Tori” wanted to fuck! Her body was dripping wet with sweat from their heated fucking, her nipples ached and were stiff and hard as he mauled them while screwing her.

He pulled out of her, holding his cock near her face and she found herself surprised at her own sluttiness as she nodded, grabbed for his throbbing meat and sucked him off, tasting their combined fluids and sucking him all the way until he poured his load in her mouth. The taste of their mixed cum made her want more, yet he was out of action for the time being.

“Tori” knew that they’d be exhausted in the morning, but as she began to caress him and run her nails all over his skin, she knew he’d be inside her pussy at least one more time tonight.

Dancing was bringing out her inner slut – or was it the outside that was the facade?

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“Honey, let’s go someplace warm!” I ventured, as we started to plan our vacation. It’d been a long, cold winter, and I wanted to bake in the sun for a while.

“That’s a great idea, darling. I’ve always wanted to photograph some of those fantastic land formations in places like The Arches, and Bryce Canyon,” my husband, Jack, replied.

So, after a few lengthy planning sessions, pouring over maps and tourist guides, we loaded our car and headed for Utah.

We weren’t disappointed. The vistas were spectacular. We’d arrived a little early for vacation season, so it wasn’t too crowded yet. Nevertheless, using backpacks, we often hiked away from the main flow of tourists, because hubby wanted pictures that emphasized the sense of isolated beauty. We could carry provisions that let us camp for several days at a time. His pictures were amazing — he’d always had a good eye for composition, and was a skilled photographer.

I loved it all, and it was as warm as I’d hoped. Actually, a little warmer. I was only wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and hiking boots, and it still got to be sweltering. Grabbing the bottom of my T-shirt and yanking it forward and back rapidly helped somewhat, since it pumped air along my torso. Thank goodness there was a low humidity, so sweat could evaporate. With my hair descending to mid-shoulder blade height, I found I had to pin it up often to let the back of my neck cool.

In one of our longer hikes, we’d reached a reservoir. It was a tiny one, with no roads nearby and parts of its shore screened by thirsty trees.

“Let’s go skinny dipping,” Jack suggested.

I’d didn’t have to be asked or told twice.

Stripping down, I put on flip-flops to protect my feet from possible sharp rocks, and waded in. It was heavenly! The temperature felt just right, and the cool water instantly washed away my sweat.

The rocks underfoot were worn smooth, so I quickly discarded my flip-flops. I’d been in lakes back home, and by comparison, this water was amazingly fresh and clear. Even as we swam and splashed, we didn’t raise up clouds of mud or silt, as we would’ve, back home.

After a while, my husband stood in shallow water near the edge and remarked, “You know, in that pristine water, I can see all of your body — the parts that are submerged, as well as the parts that are bobbing at the surface. Please stay as you are, while I fetch my camera.”

Returning, he started capturing images of me, bobbing and swimming. He got pictures of my front and my back, slightly distorted by the water’s ripples. At his bidding, I came over to the shallow water and stood up. He muttered something about ‘Venus emerging from the waves’ which flattered me immensely. Giving him views of my front, sides, and back, I posed for him at several depths, feeling like a real model.

When we climbed out, and dried off, he begged me to stay naked, now sensing a series of images dealing with isolated beauty of another kind… me, naked in the wilderness. I had a strong streak of exhibitionism, so I didn’t mind at all. I was proud of my body. My normally dirty blonde hair was acquiring streaks of a lovely shade of gold from exposure to the sun. Jack told me that the wisps of gold framing my face were turning my normally green eyes into a display of shining shards of emerald. Before the trip, I’d taken the precaution of carefully using a tanning bed to prepare my skin to prevent burning. I was glad that I’d tanned nude, so no glaring tan lines showed on my body in his pictures.

In most of the images I faced at least partially away from the camera, admiring the scenery and vistas around us. Ever practical, when hubby had me scrambling around on the rocks, I did wear tennis shoes — just tennis shoes. Once in a while, hubby asked me to look over my shoulder at him, which I usually did wearing a naughty or coquettish smile. At other times, he posed me facing him directly, letting me blatantly display myself. We spent more and more of our time naked, although hubby needed to be slathered in sun blocker on certain areas of his anatomy, which I was all too willing to help apply.

He took a beautiful picture of me wading, perched on a rock, twisting and leaning on a nearby rock wall, the morning’s golden light illuminating and shadowing my body, displaying my curves to good advantage. Later in the day, he took a side view of me, looking away from the camera, shading my eyes with both upraised hands. This lifted my arms, and raised my breasts. Uplifted in side view, they looked so good that I’d wished I could play with them with hands and mouth like he does.

In a very artistic pose, he had me lying on my side under the sparse shade of the trees. Their leaves made a fantastic pattern on my lower back and ass. All that can be seen in that image is my waist, ass, and thigh. Afternoon light can also be magical, especially with the red rock formations around. In one such picture, I was sitting by the water’s edge, my knees up, and leaning forward to swish the water with my hand. The warm illegal bahis reddish afternoon light painted my left side, and the resultant shadowing on my left breast made it look like I had D cups! Magic indeed!

Gradually, the poses grew more erotic, Jack asking me to bend over, to make my 34B tits stand out more (making them appear to be 34C at some angles, which pleased me), or, if he was behind me, to make part of my vulva peek between my thighs. This usually resulted in a picture of my pink slit, showing the smooth inner labia creating a crest of flesh between the outer hairy ones — quite sexy. His camera was digital, so we got to see the results immediately. This allowed us to retake anything that might be a little blurred, or correct the angle of my body, to let the shadowing enhance the image.

I guess I decided, subconsciously, to see if I could entice my husband out of his role of photographer. Instead of just showing my tits, I cupped them. I caressed them. I let my thumbs stroke back and forth across my nipples until they stuck out like pink pencil erasers. I’d been out in the sun long enough that the dull brown pubic hairs that furred my outer labia were acquiring flecks of gold. For several poses, I teasingly ran my fingers through those soft curls, plucking at the now golden strands, giving the impression of fascination with my sex.

Finally, in one pose I faced away from him, draping myself into a bend over a waist-high rock formation. I spread my legs apart as far as possible, offering him what I was positive was a very lewd look at my cunt and ass. His resultant gasp was clearly audible in the quiet air. I can say with all due modesty that I have thighs that clearly display their musculature, well defined calves and a great ass. After he’d taken a couple of shots, instructing me to make some minor adjustments to my position, I reached back and found my labia with both hands. My fingers parted them, and I felt the sun and wind touching the entrance to my cunt tunnel. I was so turned on, showing myself like this out in the open, that I whimpered, “Get your picture, but then fuck me, dammit!”

Moments later, I felt his shadow block the sun on my body, and I knew he was close behind me. He said nothing, grabbing my hips with both hands as I felt the tip of his cock poking, searching. He was determined to find my hole without using his hands to guide his dick. It took several agonizing moments as he lifted and lowered his pelvis, tilting it to change his angle, that maddening touch of his cock almost at the right spot, then missing as it moved away. His hands pinned my hips motionless, so I couldn’t even try to help. I was content to remain as I was, letting him have the pleasure of claiming my hole in this novel manner.

His glans hit the opening perfectly, and with a groan of triumph, he slid his dick inward. I thought he might spear it fast and deep, but apparently he was in no hurry. I was so focused on that cock entering me, slowly stretching and filling my pussy, that I swear that I could feel each millimeter of its entrance. The extra slow penetration actually made it feel like his cock was much much longer that way. When my cunt fully sheathed his meaty sword, I felt the hairs on his scrotum brush my labia, causing me to shiver with that sensation. He pressed forward, and his scrotum itself came to rest on my clit. I moaned a very happy moan.

Maybe it was the warm rock firmly under me. Maybe it was the warm sun on my back, or the breeze washing over my naked skin. Maybe it was the way my husband’s hands were grasping me so firmly — with so much control. Or the lusty intensity of his movements as he began fucking me about as hard as I could ever remember. Whatever it was, it released something primal inside me. I howled as one orgasm after another coursed through my body! My fingernails were scrabbling along the rock as I clawed at it. My bare toes dug into the soil as they curled. Muscles all over my body were bunching up and rippling — including inside my cunt! Later, my husband told me that it felt like I was jacking him off with my hand!

From the way he was panting, I knew he was close to cumming. Sure enough, with a growling, guttural sound, he emptied himself into me! I felt his dick twitch each time it spewed. And it seemed like there were an awful lot of twitches. My mind was spinning from the sensory overload. I felt him plant his cock deeply, holding it there as a dark wave of unconsciousness claimed me. I actually fainted from pleasure.

When I came to, perhaps a minute later, Jack was still holding me, still inside me, but I could tell his dick was softening. He leaned over and kissed the back of my neck, something I really love, and whispered, “Stay just as you are, please.”

I didn’t think I could move a muscle at that moment, anyway. I felt like I’d just run a marathon. The rock, the sun, and the breeze still felt wonderful. I may have dozed off, briefly. During this time, my husband’s loving contribution to my vaginal tunnel, its illegal bahis siteleri copious volume mixing with my own juices, began it’s inevitable journey toward the gaping opening left behind when his cock vacated my premises. OK. That’s a fancy way of saying his white, sticky semen began drizzling out of my honey pot. And gravity took over.

He was right there to record all this with his camera, kneeling close behind me. The pictures formed sort of a time lapse sequence. The red/pink of my ravished vulva, with the wide open hole displaying shadowy darkness just past its opening. The first appearance of a glob of white, perhaps propelled by some involuntary inner muscle contractions. The glob distorting in shape as it started a slow cascade toward the ground. The semen covering and obscuring my pee hole, and welling up on either side of my still distended clit. The semen starting to form one drip after another — a white sea with the pink head of my clit appearing to rise out of that sea like an isolated island, but another major glob of cum starting to spill from my dark tunnel. A final shot, in which my clit was nowhere to be seen, completely covered by his cum. Some of the most erotic images of my cunt I’d ever seen.

As you might imagine, our trip became much more hedonistic after that. Taking a position behind me, hubby placed me on my hands and knees, with light pouring between my thighs, emphasizing my sex. (He had to put the camera down, and take me doggy style after recording those images.) We fucked like newlyweds, never seeming to get enough of each other. Pausing for meals and sleep. Swimming to cleanse the sweat from our bodies. Still taking pictures, of course, many with me in them, but some were pure shots of the vistas. Jack had a lot of camera memory cards and batteries. We moved from place to place, but tried to stay near water. We had no idea we were being watched.

The first suspicion that this was so, was also a definite confirmation. We’d strung up a piece of lightweight cloth on four sticks, providing shade that effectively blocked the noonday sun. We were dozing under it when the two men sneaked into our camp. My husband was deeply asleep, so even the ripping sound of duct tape being pulled from its roll just brought him to a state of grogginess. The two strangers had no trouble rolling him onto his stomach, and quickly securing his wrists behind his back.

“Help me hold him down, Sam,” said the smaller of the two. He looked scrawny, with dirty brown hair and a hint of a mustache. “Don’t worry about the cunt. She’s nekkid. She ain’t goin’ nowhere.” They pinned my husband to the ground as the one who spoke taped his ankles together.

My husband finally became alert. “What are you doing?” he yelled. “Get the fuck off me!” I was still too stunned to speak.

“Pete, use some of that there tape on his mouth,” Sam said. He was a large man, bald-headed, and lacked any facial hair except for his almost invisible eyebrows.”We don’t want his caterwallin’ to spoil our fun.” Pete grinned as he ripped off another piece of duct tape, and smoothed it over my husband’s mouth.

I finally found my voice. “What do you want? Our money? We don’t have much, but take it, and leave us alone,” I begged. “Don’t hurt us!”

“We don’t want your money, bitch,” Pete hissed. “And if you cooperate, no one needs to get hurt. Get me?” he growled.

I suddenly became aware of how the two of them were ogling my nude flesh. “If I cooperate? You mean…” I stifled a laugh. They had no idea about our lifestyle. They couldn’t know that my husband and I were really kinky swingers. There was no way for them to know that my husband often watched me get fucked by other men — that he really got off on it. In fact, sometimes, just for fun, we’d tie up my husband to make him watch helplessly as men used my various holes for their sexual gratification. Their gratification? Hell! My gratification, as well. This flashed through my mind in an instant.

I faked a gasp of surprise. “You mean…” I dropped my voice to a husky whisper. “You mean you both want to fuck me?”

Huge grins broke out on their faces. “She’s a right smart little cunt, ain’t she, Sam?” Pete chuckled. But the leering grin vanished from his face, transforming itself into one of shock as he watched me spread my thighs wide apart, and use my hands to part my labia invitingly. They hadn’t harmed Jack, so I knew they weren’t evil — just horny — my kind of men.

“Then let’s get to it,” I cooed. “I need a right smart fucking, and I mean now! Get those duds off!”

I actually giggled as I watched their jaws drop open in surprise. I guess they thought I’d protest, or put up some sort of fight. Instead I appeared to be enthusiastic. Discomfited, they were momentarily frozen, undecided.

“Do I need to undress you myself?” I asked. Without waiting for an answer, I got to my feet, walked up to Sam, reached up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Pete didn’t move, even when I unbuckled Sam’s belt, opened his canlı bahis siteleri pants, and shoved them down to his feet, aware of the bulge in his underpants.

I moved over to Pete, and began the process anew, opening his shirt, his belt, his pants, and shoving them down. Meanwhile, Sam finished stripping, stepping out of his boots, and yanking his shirt and underpants free from his body. Turning my attention to him, I felt a blast of lust travel from my mind down my body and into my cunt as I looked at the massive member sprouting from his pubic bush. In my experience, bald-headed men often have huge cocks, and I have no idea why. But I’m thrilled whenever I encounter one.

Taking his dick in my hands, I exclaimed, “Whoa, pardner! This is some fine hunk of manhood you’ve got here!” I gave his lovely tube of flesh several pumps, using both my hands. He moaned appreciatively. He was becoming putty in my hands. Mentally, that is. Certainly not his cock — that was becoming a throbbing rod of steel.

Naked now, Pete stepped over to us. I looked at his fully rampant prick. Even though it lacked the girth of Sam’s, it was one of the longest cocks I’d ever seen. “Oh my lord!” I gushed. “It looks like that thing could skewer me right up to my tonsils, whether it’s in my cunt, or up my ass!” I groaned happily.

Hands grabbed my tits and my ass. “We’ll soon find out, you horny little bitch,” Pete promised.

“Can I beg one little favor, before we start?” I asked politely.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Pete asked, with a trace of suspicion in his voice.

“Can we all rinse off in the reservoir, first? It’s a really hot day, and we’re all sweaty and grimy. It’s a lot more fun to use my mouth on clean skin. And I really want to use my mouth as we fuck,” I explained.

I thought they’d like hearing me use words like ‘fuck’ and ‘cunt’ as I was doing. But Sam argued, “If we go into that cold water — well — it tends to make things — you know — get smaller.” He actually blushed.

“Now don’t you worry none about that honey,” I said, grinning. “I’m sure that if anything shrinks a little, my hot, wet mouth will soon bring it back to raging fullness!” Both men actually groaned with a smile when they heard the conclusion of my sentence. They each took one of my hands, and we trotted to the water. Trotting made my tits bounce, and they didn’t seem to mind observing them do their wobbly dance.

The water was cold, compared to the air temperature, but soon we were chest deep, Pete by my side, and Sam, who was taller, a bit farther out. I scooped water up to splash my face and wet my hair, and rubbed my body free of grime. The men did the same. “Let’s make sure this is nice and clean,” I told Pete, grasping his dick in my hands, and then rubbing it all over. His face took on an expression of delight. Sam must’ve guessed what I was doing, because he stepped closer to me.

“Me next,” he said, letting his cock poke my thigh, so I’d know where it was. Looking down into the clear water, its location was obvious. The refraction seemed to make it look even bigger! I washed and rubbed it carefully, taking my time. Once again, I’d taken the initiative, by laying hands on their equipment before being told to do so.

Wanting to keep control of the situation, I said, “We’ve got a nice blanket I can spread out, to keep off the sand and dirt. But how will you two decide who gets to use me first?”

“We got that all figgered out, little lady,” Pete whispered. “First, you’re gonna make sure that we’re nice and hard, like you promised. Then, I’m gonna use your cunt, while you suck on Sam’s dick.”

“Mmmmm,” I hummed happily. “I’m ready. Let’s get to that blanket.” When we reached it, they helped me spread it out and anchor it. “Right here,” I said. “My husband is gonna watch you both fuck me. He loves seeing that. Right honey? You wanna see these guys fucking my holes? You want them to spurt their cum into me and all over me?”

Jack’s eyes bulging, he nodded vigorously, unable to speak because of the tape over his mouth. “But first I have to get their dicks as stiff as possible. This one first.” Saying that, I knelt down and took Pete’s long, slender dick into my mouth, closing my lips on it. I sucked, and fluttered my tongue on what was trapped inside, and ran my hands along the rest of his shaft and balls. Pete groaned, arching his back as his hands grabbed my head. Holding me where he wanted me, he fucked my mouth and throat several times. I teasingly scratched the sensitive tissue between his anus and his ball sack, urging his lust to rise.

Since I was sucking hard on his dick, there was a popping sound as Pete yanked it free. “Hands and knees, bitch!” he cried. “I’ve gotta plant this dick in your cunt!” He was as good as his word. I’d no sooner gotten into that position when I felt my cunt lips part as his rod penetrated me.

“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I need this so bad!” My choice of words subtly indicated that I was the one being pleasured, rather than Pete. I wanted to keep them slightly off balance, rather than ceding all control. Therefore, catching Sam’s attention, I continued, “And I also need that huge cock of yours in my mouth! I probably can’t get too much in, But I want to taste you!”

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This is the second part to the story “Used but not abused”. While you don’t really need to read the first part it will make this a whole lot easier to understand.

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At first I was too shocked to really catch what she had said but then it clicked and I rushed to the door and there she was — even though she looked like she’d fallen into a swimming pool with her clothes on she was just as sexy as I remembered her. There was a good sized suitcase at her feet and a taxi right behind her in the driveway. She looked at me, then back down the laneway to the waiting taxi then back to me with a questioning look on her face. She didn’t say anything but the question was quite clear — I invited her in and paid off the taxi.

When I came back in she was still standing on the tile by the door and I could see she was shaking. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call…”

Whatever else she was planning on saying dissolved into tears so I did the only thing I figured would help — I put my arms around her, hugged her to me and held her tight. It worked — after a few minutes she stopped crying and said, “I’m so sorry, first I got your floor wet and now I’ve gotten you all wet.”

“Doesn’t really matter, the floor will dry and I’m not that wet — but you are. I’m going to grab you a blanket she caught on pretty quickly and moved up so that her beautiful, smooth, wet pussy was right over my face. As she lowered her pussy to meet my tongue, my tongue was already stretching out to meet her pussy. I’m sure there’re guys who’d disagree but if I had to choose between a blowjob and eating pussy, I’ll go for the pussy every time! Tina quickly realized that she could easily move so that my tongue would go where she wanted it the most and she took full advantage canlı bahis şirketleri of it. I could tell she wanted my tongue on her clit but my hands on her hips could somewhat restrict her movement so she settled on directing my tongue along the folds of her pussy and up and down her slit. Sometimes she’d stop moving so I could please one particular spot for a bit and then she’d move so I could search out the next spot to lick and nibble on.

Right from the first lick her breaths were noticeably shorter and raspier so I was pretty sure she wasn’t far away from another orgasm. I teased and pleased her until her whole body started to quiver and only then did I pull her hips down toward my chest and wrap my lips around her clit for the first time. As soon as I started sucking on her clit her orgasm washed over her and what had been quivers changed to what would be easiest to describe as minor convulsions. Sometimes I wished I had neighbours closer to watch over the place if I was out but the way that she screamed when she came made me glad that no one was within easy hearing range. As quickly as her body had tensed it now relaxed and she pretty much rolled off and collapsed beside me.

I rolled to face her, put one arm on her chest so I could stroke her side and breast and the other came up a bit to touch her face and hair. As soon as I touched her she rolled slightly towards me and our lips met yet again. I knew my whole face was covered with her juices but that didn’t seem to bother her at all as she alternated between kissing me and sucking/nibbling on my lips. Damn that woman could kiss!

“That was amazing,” she said with a smile, “but you did say ‘a few’…”

“Indeed I did!” was my reply as I slid my fingers down across her soft smooth belly until they found canlı kaçak iddaa that wonderfully smooth, wet slit that led the way to her opening. Even though I could feel her arching against my fingers, obviously trying to get more inside her I spend the next few minutes just barely touching her lips and slit, every so often allowing a finger to just barely slide inside before withdrawing it. Every time my finger started to slide into her I could feel her thrust herself toward me, trying to get more of my finger inside. After a few minutes of teasing I let her have her way and when she thrust up I slid my finger as far inside her as I could. It slid in extremely easily but when the rest of my hand touched her mound I could feel everything tighten around my finger. I stroked it in and out, speeding up gradually until I could tell by her breathing that she was really close to another orgasm then I added a second finger and began stroking the rough spot toward the top of her vagina.

That was all it took for her to explode in another orgasm, not as strong as the last one but definitely notably strong. Instead of stopping to let her catch her breath, I sped up a bit, adding first one and then two more fingers as I thrust in and out of her. It only took a few minutes before her breathing was getting quick and raspy again as she got closer to another orgasm. When I thought she was close to coming, I shifted so that I could keep thrusting my fingers into her but also reach her clit with my tongue. She’d thoroughly enjoyed my oral talents earlier and she’d had a nice cum from my fingers so I figured if I combined them it should be a really big orgasm and I was right. As soon as my tongue touched her clit she started to shake and when I put my lips around it and sucked hard she pretty much exploded. canlı kaçak bahis She got so wet that my face and hand were drenched and I was pretty sure I felt a couple of actual squirts of cum against my shoulder.

I moved back up beside her again until we were laying side by side, slightly facing each other. The smile on Tina’s face looked so peaceful and satisfied that I had to smile too. When she looked up and saw my smile her whole face lit up and she rolled the rest of the way toward me and kissed me. It wasn’t like I could get any harder but as soon as our lips touched, it felt like a pulse ran between us. I’m pretty sure she felt it too because she pulled back, looked at me with a curious expression on her face and then we moved together again for a longer, hotter kiss that definitely indicated we weren’t close to done yet. When our lips parted, she started kissing her way down my neck, across my chest and down my stomach toward my cock and her eyes never left mine until she was level with my crotch.

“Now let me make you cum!” she whispered and then her lips touched the head of my cock. She spent the next few minutes kissing and licking every square inch of my rod before finally taking the head in her mouth and slowly took me into her mouth. It likely wasn’t more than a minute but it felt like forever before her lips were firmly pressed against my pubic bone. I’d only had a couple of girlfriends who could take my whole 7″ in without gagging but she did it so smoothly that it wasn’t until I felt her throat tighten around my shaft that I realized she’d gone all the way down on me. Just as slowly she backed off until there was just a trail of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. She did that several times and just when I was starting to get into the rhythm she changed and started sucking on the head as she stroked the shaft. After a few minutes of that she must have sensed that I was getting close to cumming because she stopped, looked up at me and asked, “do you want to cum in my mouth, my pussy or maybe my ass?”

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She moved carefully on the bed. She didn’t want to wake him. Not yet. She slowly pulled the sheet off him. He was on his back. She smiled. Perfect.

She eased herself beside him. She lightly touched his cock. Her finger tips just barely touched him. She did this for a few minutes until he started to get hard, then she wrapped her fingers around his cock.

She stroked his cock slowly as he grew harder in her hand. It always amazed her to watch him get hard. When he was soft, his cock was tiny. Hard, it filled her hand. It was average in size, and she liked it like that. She was able to deep throat him easily.

She leaned over and kissed the head. She watched his face, looking for a reaction. He still slept peacefully. She smiled. She didn’t want him to wake up yet. She lick his cock, running her tongue up the underside of it. Reaching the head, she again kissed it softly. She let some saliva drip from her mouth and spread it over his cock with her fingers.

Her hand moved up and down his cock. Again she let saliva drip from her mouth onto it. Her fingers moved on him easily now. She kissed the head again. This time he moaned. She smiled.

She held his cock and licked her lips. She opened her mouth and lowered it over his cock until her lips touched her fingers. She closed her mouth, wrapping her lips around him. She looked at his face as she moved her mouth up his cock. The head slipped from her mouth and she licked it as it did. This time, he groaned and moved slightly. She smiled again as she stroked him.

She bit her lower lip as her hand moved up and down his cock. She was moving too fast. If she wasn’t careful, he would wake up. She stroked him slowly, watching his face. Good. He still slept. She smiled again. He was probably dreaming of her.

She licked him again and took him into her mouth, watching his face. Nothing. Her lips pressed against her fingers and she moved her mouth down his cock as she stroked it. Down and up. Down and up and then she lifted her mouth from him. He stirred softly, still sleeping. She smiled as she watched him sleep, her hand moving up and down his cock.

Now? She let go of his cock, but kept her fingers pressed against it. She watched his face as she licked the length of it from the base to the head and took it into her mouth again. He groaned and pushed against her.

She canlı bahis şirketleri moved her mouth down his shaft, taking him all the way into her mouth. She lifted her head and his cock left her mouth with a soft ‘pop.’ His eyes opened and she smiled at him as she licked him. He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around him again.

She looked into his eyes as she took him in her mouth. He pushed up as she moved her mouth down him. With her lips against her fingers, she stroked and sucked him. She bobbed up and down on his cock several times before releasing it from her mouth. She smiled at as she sat up and then straddled him.

Holding him in her hand, she lowered herself onto him. They both moaned as her pussy slid over his cock. She put her hands on his chest and ground herself against him.

She sat up, arching her back. She put her hands behind her head and started riding him. He put his hands on her waist. She sighed as she bounced up and down on him.

She loved being on top. She felt in control. He never came when she was on top. No matter what she did or how long she fucked him, he wouldn’t come. That was fine with both of them. After she came, he would roll her onto her back and fuck her until they both came.

She bent forward and put her hands on the bed next to him. He moved his hands to her arms and softly caressed them. She let her head fall forward. She was fucking him hard, grunting with the effort. God, his cock felt good.

She looked up again and smiled at him. He smiled back and moved his hands to her waist. He took some of her weight in his hands, making it easier for her to ride him.

She slowed down and then stopped with just the head of his cock inside her pussy. She was breathing hard. He held her there and shifted his legs so that his feet were flat on the bed. She grinned, knowing what he was about to do. He grinned back and began bouncing his hips off the bed, driving his cock into her.

She was on top, but he was fucking her. She groaned. Her pussy wasn’t just wet now, it was creamy. She could feel her juices starting to drip down her thighs. His cock slammed into her again and again.

Suddenly, he let go of her and she fell on his cock. She cried out as she slammed down on him, his cock buried in her pussy. she put her hands on his chest and ground her pussy against him, rubbing canlı kaçak iddaa her clit against him. She moaned and came, collapsing on top of him. Her pussy clenched his cock several times as she lay there.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as she panted. As her breathing slowed, her rubbed her back. She lifted her head and leaned forward to kiss him. He held her tight and rolled her onto her back, his cock still in her.

He put his hands on the bed on either side of her body and raised himself over her. They smiled at each other as he slowly fucked her. She spread her legs as wide as she could. He fucked her a little faster, a little harder.

She was so wet. After a few minutes, he was pounding her. She whimpered. His balls slapped against her. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed up to meet him. She felt him come inside her and she cried out and came with him.

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She knelt at the edge of the bed and leaned forward. resting on her forearms. He moved between her legs and put his hands on her ass. He held her cheeks firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He spread her ass cheeks and her pussy opened. She felt the head of his cock push between her lips. He rubbed his cock against her wet pussy and pushed the head into her. She sighed and clenched the sheets as he eased into her. When he was all the way in, he paused and then eased out of her. His cock slipped from her pussy.

He slipped back into her and slowly filled her. She smiled. She knew he was watching his cock disappear in her pussy. As he eased back out she knew he was watching how her lips clung to his cock, how her moisture shone on his cock. It was one of the things he liked about fucking her from behind.

She enjoyed the tenderness of the moment, his cock easing in and out of her. His hands on her ass. When he did her from behind, it felt like he got deeper inside her. He pulled all the way out again. She felt the head of his cock push against her and slip inside her. She smiled. He really liked watching that. He paused inside her. Was this it? Was he going to fuck her now?

Standing behind her like this he could fuck her hard and fast. She knew that soon he would be ramming his cock into her, pounding her pussy. He eased out and back in. Not yet. She moaned. She liked this, but she was ready to fuck. She wanted canlı kaçak bahis it. Wanted to feel his cock plunging into her.

His hands moved to her hips. She moaned again. This was it. He was going to fuck her now. He fucked her with a nice steady pace, burying his cock in her pussy and then pulling most of the way out. She was very wet, and his balls slapped against her clit noisily. She moved back and forth, meeting his thrusts. He slapped her ass with one hand and she yelped. She liked it when he was rough with her. She knew it would get rougher as he fucked her.

She put her head down on the bed. He was fucking her harder and faster now. It felt so good. Her pussy was getting creamy, and she could feel it dripping down her thighs. She groaned. So good. So good.

He slapped her ass again. And again. She would have hand prints on both cheeks later. He slapped her again, harder this time. She groaned. His cock pounded into her. Her drenched pussy made wet squishy noises as he fucked her.

She pushed up onto her hands, her body bouncing from his thrusts. He reached around with his right hand a held her breast, kneading it firmly. He pinched her little nipple and she groaned. He grabbed her other breast and pinched that nipple, also.

He fucked her hard as he pinched her nipples. As her body bounced back and forth, he pulled at her nipples. Oh, God. So good.

His hands moved back to her ass and he dug his fingers into her flesh. Her nipples tingled. He drove his cock into her. She whimpered. He slapped her ass and she yelped and groaned. He leaned over her and let go off her ass with his right hand.

She knew what he wanted. She reached back with her right arm. He gripped her wrist and pulled on her arm. She reached back with her left arm and he took hold of that wrist. He held her up like that as he fucked her. She whimpered. She arched her back and threw her head back. It took some of the weight from her shoulders.

His cock pounded into her pussy. She let her head fall forward again. He tightened his grip on her wrists. She let her body relax. All of her weight was being held up by him. Her shoulders ached. She groaned with pleasure and pain.

She clinched her pussy around his cock. She wanted him to come inside her. She knew that would push her over the edge, making her come. She did it again and he moaned. Again. And again. He groaned and slammed into her. She felt his cock jerk inside her. He slammed into her again and they both moaned. Her pussy tightened around his cock. She felt his cock jerk inside her again and they both cried out as they came together.

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I can’t explain how my heart started racing at the thought of sharing Malik’s bed. Maybe it was because of all the teasing he did in the limo. The one image I kept coming back to was that of me spread open for him to taste, my hands in his dark curls as he controlled me with his fingers and tongue. Or maybe it was the immediate attraction I felt when we were introduced. I guess it could be a combination of all of it-the teasing, the lust, the alcohol serving to lower every inhibition I usually keep in place. Whatever it was, I liked the idea of spending a few nights with him, making him live up to all his whispered threats from the last few hours.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I put a little extra swing in my step as I inspected the rooms. Knowing Jason would get the best bedroom, my aim was to get to the best bathroom-and a bed big enough for the man behind me. After finding the master suite with its huge California king-size bed, sitting area, and walk out access to the beach, I knew I could freely search the rest of the rooms until I found one I wanted. But it was so hard to stay focused with him there. RIGHT behind me. Every time I walked into a room and turned to walk out, Malik was there. Studying me. Okay, maybe not studying. Stripping me is more like it.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” I gasped. “Look at this!!!”

We were in the fourth bedroom, with its king –sized bed, and beautiful bathroom. There was a stand-up shower big enough for five, with dual overhead spouts and an array of vertical sprayers built into the wall. Opposite the shower was the vanity with mirrors going to the ceiling. Perfectly positioned to watch what was going on in the shower. For anyone who was so inclined. Like myself. I had my own little shower fantasy going on involving me and Malik. I wondered if I could convince Jason to join in.

Across the room was a sunken Roman tub with a candle-perfect ledge and a bay window overlooking the beach. I prayed to baby Jesus I would get to use the tub before the weekend was over. I knew the shower would be used before the night was done.

“Dibs,” I shouted. I had to lay claim in case any of the guys thought they would have a chance with this room. There would be bloodshed before I let it go. It was my perfect fantasy for what a bathroom should be.

Grinning, I turned to head back into the hall and ran into Malik. He was right behind me. Catching my hips, he pulled me tightly to him, letting his hands take possession of my ass. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned back against his hands, loving how I felt in his grip.

“Mmmm. Tell me. What do you think?” I asked.

“Gorgeous!” he whispered before leaning down to kiss my shoulder.

“Thank you, darling. But I wasn’t talking about me. What do you think about the room? Can you handle it for the weekend?” And just like that, I had accepted I would be sharing space with this man. I had only known him a few hours but had somehow become perfectly okay sharing with him.

I had not heard him really laugh before now. He let loose illegal bahis with a dark, rumbling laugh that was so sexy it made my toes curl. And my stomach clench. Other parts of me reacted as well. Watching him laugh at me, his beautiful teeth a stark contrast to that amazing olive complexion, I felt myself falling deeply in lust. I wanted to jump him and play out the wicked fantasies he had already mentioned.

“I guess that’s a ‘yes’,” I teased, enjoying his amusement even though it seemed to be at my expense.

“Sweetcheeks, I can ‘handle’ anything, as long as you’re with me.”

With those words, he slid his hands up to cradle my head and consumed my mouth with a slow, mouth-watering kiss. Pulling him closer to me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed to seduce him. With a slow brush of my tongue across his lower lip, I gently sucked it between my lips, running my tongue across it again before catching it with my teeth and sucking harder, then releasing it. Our mouths fused, tongues sliding against each other, our hands holding each other in a grip not meant to let go.

Pulling back, I watched my hands slide down his neck, across his shoulders and back to his chest, rubbing at the patch of skin peeking through his shirt. It wasn’t enough. I undid a button then another to give me enough room to really touch him. Still not satisfied, I took a step back and slowly undid the rest of his buttons while he caressed me. His hands would not stay still, moving to cover my breasts, then my ass, up to my waist and back to my breasts.

Reaching the last button, I ran my hands up his abs to his chest, spreading his shirt and letting my fingers run through the sprinkling of hair covering it all. With my eyes on his, I leaned forward to swirl my tongue around his nipples. First one, then the other. His reaction was obvious-I felt it beneath my tongue as his nipples pebbled, against my fingers as the muscles in his chest tensed and saw it on his face, as his jaw clenched and all the air swooshed out of him before he took a deep breath.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“It isn’t obvious?” I laughed. “If you don’t know, maybe I should try someone else.”

Letting my hands graze lightly across his skin, I stepped back, first one step then another, my eyes on him. Malik followed, his hands not losing touch with my body. He growled his displeasure with my statement and bent down to take my mouth in his again. This time it wasn’t slow. It was hard. Total possession, as he ravaged my mouth beneath his lips, letting his tongue run over mine. His lips returned my previous teasing kisses, claiming my lips between his. Sucking and biting them before letting go and starting over. His hands covered my body, constantly moving. As if everywhere he touched wasn’t enough, he needed more. His hands were gripping my ass, stroking the back of my legs, caressing my waist then moving on to my breasts.

Getting redressed in the limo, I only put on my bustier, leaving off my bra. Malik took advantage of the access and slid his fingers down to caress my breasts, pinching my nipples as he laid kisses down my neck. All this time, he had been pushing me backward until I found myself with the bathroom illegal bahis siteleri vanity at my back. Sliding backwards onto the vanity, I sat and then took a kneeling position. This put me at just above eye level with Malik. It also gave him better access to my body.

“Beautiful 36DDs,” he muttered.

Laughing, I had to ask him to repeat himself. I couldn’t believe we were talking about my bra size.

With his mouth grazing across my top, he whispered, “You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”

“But how did you know what size I wear?” Looking back, I wonder that I didn’t totally ruin the mood. Who the hell discusses their bra size in the middle of such a hot session?

“Because you threw it in my face,” he reminded me.

It was my turn to laugh as I recalled flinging my bra at him while getting finger-fucked by Jason.

“Perv. I didn’t know you’d be scoping out the size of my boobs.” Laughing, I shimmied my boobs in front of him, reminding him where we were.

With a low moan, he wasted no time, burying his face in my cleavage with his hands on both breasts, lifting them to him. Sucking, licking, nibbling my skin, I knew he was marking me. Reaching behind me, I loosened the clasps and pulled the lacy barrier away. My breasts filled Malik’s hands as he ran his thumbs across my nipples before pushing them together and taking both nipples in his mouth.

Feeling his tongue sweep across them before biting and tugging them, I was on the edge. Leaning into his neck, I lightly bit him and did a little sucking and marking of my own. Moving up to his ear, kissing and nibbling his ear lobe, I told him what he was doing to me and what I was doing to myself.

“You’re making me so wet, Malik. I’m going to cum if you keep sucking my titties, baby. I’ve got my fingers buried where I wish your cock was right now. I’m so fucking close!”

At those last words, he hurriedly undid his belt and jeans, shoving them down until his cock was free. The need was too strong for me to take time to admire him. Pulling my skirt to my waist and ripping my g-string loose, I wrapped my legs around him, sliding onto him, my pussy meeting his cock in a hard bounce that didn’t let up. Holding onto him, I had to taste him again. Our mouths met, frenzied, matching the pace below. He gripped my hips, trying to hold them in place on the counter as he slid in and out of me. My hands were on my breasts, pinching and pulling, as my legs flexed to bring Malik closer to me. Reaching down, I took his ass in my hands, letting my fingers caress them, reaching through to graze his hole. Teasing, I pushed one finger against it. Malik didn’t let up.

I massaged his ass, into his hole, meeting his thrusts as he pumped into me with his cock, filling and stretching me. My nipples were so sensitized, grazing against his chest, I thought I’d come just from that contact. Then, for a minute, he slowed the pace, almost tortuously.

“Are you ready to cum yet?” he asked, grinning. In the same tone someone would ask how you like your tea. Okay, maybe not quite the same tone but it was a shock to be going so fast and suddenly stop to have a chat.

Knowing it wouldn’t take much to get me canlı bahis siteleri to cum, I thought I could play his game. Massaging my finger in and out of his ass, pressing against that one little inside sweet spot, I turned the question back to him, as I started to slide up and down his shaft, clenching my pussy to grip him tight. While his tone had been conversational, mine was low and seducing.

“Are you ready? I bet you want to shoot your hot load, don’t you? You feel how tight I am against you? It feels like I’m going to melt on your cock, Malik. Pound my pussy, baby. Do me harder, let me feel you explode.”

My voice was husky with need as I begged him to fuck me. It got more ragged as he did what I asked, sliding back and forth against me. His own voice was filled with need as he described just what he felt.

“You’re so hot. And tight. I don’t think I can hold on much longer, baby,” he whispered.

One of his hands was pinching my nipple while the other was holding my hip with his thumb stretched down to cover my clit. With each thrust, I felt a jumble of sensations. The pull in my breast that seemed to go straight to my pussy combined with the curl of his thumb over my clit and I was over the edge. Bucking against his hands, I came apart. Through it all, he didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to. His pace slowed again but he didn’t stop.

Reaching up, pulling his mouth to mine, I picked up the pace, making him go faster and harder. Moaning into him, raw with the need to be filled by this man, to have him come apart for me, I kissed him. As he pushed harder, I loved his mouth with mine, sucking his tongue, caressing it, teasing his lips before letting the passion take over. It really did feel like we were going to go up in flames. I had never experienced something this intense.

Between the hot kisses and the pumping of his hips and the effect his hands had on my body, I was ready to explode again. My sighs and moans got louder, and my pleas for him to make me cum became more frequent. Finally, Malik leaned down, kissing and sucking my neck, his cock sliding to the edge of my pussy before he thrust back in again, pushing me over the edge. It was all he needed. With a low groan, he thrust again, coming inside of me. Four, five more thrusts and he was finished.

We stayed together for a few more minutes before realizing where we were and that anyone could walk in on us. The doors to the bedroom and the bathroom were wide open. There was no telling who got a peek at what just happened.

“I’m going to hop in the shower. Do you want to go find out what the plan is for tonight?”

Malik grinned when I mentioned a shower but it faded when he realized I didn’t ask him to join me.

“You can go find out and come let me know. I’ll probably still be in the shower.”

And just like that, the grin returned.

I rummaged through my luggage to get what I needed for my shower before heading back into the bathroom. With my hair pinned up to preserve the curls, I reached in, adjusted the sprayers so they wouldn’t hit my hair and turned on the water, waiting for steam to rise.

Standing in front of the mirrors, I stripped off my skirt, boots, and thigh-high stockings. Turning this way and that, admiring myself and checking out all the marks on my skin from Malik’s hands, I grinned. He certainly knew how to leave a girl wanting more. Happy with what I saw, I turned to the shower and stepped into absolute bliss.

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The glow from the television illuminates the dark room, showing my body lying prone on the couch, my eyes glued to the screen. The action playing through sending shivers of excitement and need coursing through my body as my fingers idly roam over my taut breasts and down my belly, caressing and teasing wantonly. My eyes zeroed in, watching him lick and bite his way down her naked body, her moans loud and unrestrained. Nimble fingers copycat the players on the screen, rubbing the wetness growing between my thighs, soaking through the thin satin panties. Closing and opening my eyes in pleasure, watching in delight, as I slide the fabric down my smooth legs and let them drop to the floor, then dragging my fingertips back up, massaging eagerly. My fingers mimic his hard cock slamming into her, my moans getting louder and louder, my naked body covered in a sheen of sweat.

As you walk into the door, your body sore and worn from a hard day at work, your ears perk up at the sounds emanating from the living room. Curious, you follow the moans to the doorway of the living room and see me sprawled on the couch, my skin flushed in the dim lights. Stepping closer, the images on the screen become clearer and your body reacts, hardening in arousal; your eyes moving from my prone form and back to the television, shocked, and yet fascinated. Hungrily you watch me thrash in passion, my eyes closed, my back arched, my head thrown back and legs spread wide as my agile fingers work their magic, my thoughts centered on the feeling growing in my belly and the fantasy of you doing to me what he is doing to her in the film.

You inch closer, drawn to me, a hand straying to rub the bulge at your crotch, a raw groan escaping your lips. You massage the head in circles through your tweed pants, growing hotter as they expand, giving room to your ever increasing member encased in their depths. Stealthily you kneel beside the couch, your face mere inches from a bare foot, your breath bahis firmaları catching wildly as the smell assaults you, desire and need even more evident on your face.

I open my eyes and cry out, shocked and embarrassed at being caught in such a position. Then the tension and hunger unmistakable on your face registers in my pleasure-laden mind. With a smile, I beckon you to me, sitting up as you come and kneel between my legs on the floor, resting your hands on my quivering thighs, stroking in circles, massaging up and down the expanse of pliant skin. I lean back, watching you in wonder and delight, my body’s temperature increasing steadily with each pass of your hands. Reaching underneath my hips and gripping my buttocks, you pull me closer and inhale the musky scent of my sex, then tentatively flick it with your tongue.

Held immobile by your hands, I jerk against your hold, the feel of your tongue and breath overwhelming me. Reveling in the reaction you had rung, you explore leisurely, slow and fast, hard and soft, driving me wild with your mouth and tongue. I cry out even louder as my hands clamp on your hair, pulling you even closer as you expertly suck and roll the bud of my clitoris in your lips, leaving me quaking in an incredible mixture of pleasure and pain. Licking the cleft from top to bottom, leaving no space uncharted, you delve your tongue deep inside me, and I rocket off the couch, driving you even deeper, your nose nudging the bud. Your ministrations leave me begging and on fire, burning up from the inside out, and I explode in a rush, as you lap it all up, your mouth working to drink it all down as I slowly come off of the high, now all the more needy and wanting to have your body.

Your kisses break my reverie, your lips hot on my clammy skin, branding a trail up my stomach between my breasts and to my lips, giving me a taste of my own juices. I pull you down to my body then roll over, giving myself the upper hand and start kaçak iddaa to remove your clothes, tearing some in my haste to have your naked flesh pressing to mine. Unbuttoning your trousers is a wonderful task, your erection in my hand as soon as I release it from the restraints.

Kissing you, I take your tongue and stroke it with mine, mimicking the motion with my hand on your cock, stroking lazily, lifting my hand up and down slowly, and then twisting my wrist, opening my mouth to gather your moans between my lips. You begin thrusting into my hand, flexing and lifting your hips, helping yourself to the pleasures I offer. My lips cover your face in butterfly kisses then pull your earlobe into my hot mouth, nibbling it, sucking on the sensitive cartilage in rhythm to my lower assistance, leaving you gaping and bucking. Still lower my mouth goes, down your expansive chest, licking teasingly at your belly button, tickling the hollow of your hip, until I kneel between your legs, much the same position you had been in.

From here, I look up, watching the bliss in your face and I grip more firmly, tightening my fist around your engorged manhood, and then lower my mouth to the very tip. First you feel nothing more than the wisp of my warm breath and then the moistness of my tongue and suddenly you groan as you fill the void in my mouth and throat. My lips pull and release your penis, dragging teeth very lightly in the wake of my tongue, removing my hand from your shaft to stroke your sac gently, squeezing lightly. Faster and faster, harder and harder my mouth works as moans and my name escape your fevered lips. Unable to take little more, your hands guide me, moving me up and down, as you would like, begging for release as your balls tighten in my hand.

With a groan you pull me up to your mouth, kiss me quickly and turn me around, needing to be sheathed in my heat. You pull me down onto your lap, your cock taut and aching, quivering against my wetness, kaçak bahis as you find purchase and thrust. In amazement I scream your name, marveling at the incredible fullness. Arching my back into you, I writhe on your lap as your hands knead my breasts, pinching and pulling the nipples to their optimum rigidity. I reach back, grabbing onto your neck, pulling your head close to mine, your lips flaming on the nape of my neck, then the hollow of my throat, sucking on the pulse that resides there. Your hands move lower, gripping my hips firmly, forcing yourself deeper and harder, tingling with the tightness and heat of my womb. I tighten around your member, rocking and lifting against it, squeezing you tight inside me. In a wild frenzy you go even harder and I cry out, as you send me over the edge, leaving me quivering on your cock, liquids flooding from between my legs, pooling on your thighs and lap.

Breathless and throbbing, I return to reality, and you lift me up, setting me on my hands and knees where you had been sitting. Pressing my head down you rub my ass and slowly press forward, inching your cock back inside me. You pull out leisurely, then with a moan slam back into me, your sac slapping against me with a wet crack. I gasp, arching my back and pressing myself firmly against you. Over and over you repeat the process; slow retreat and quick thrust, tormenting my fevered body. Your body tightens with the need for release, so with a groan you pick up the pace, slamming into my body harder and faster, urging me to hold you tight inside me. I rock back and forth matching your pace, breathing raggedly as my body jerks back and forth with the force of your thrusts. Sensing my rising climax, you reach around and finger my clit, pushing me over the edge. My nails dig into the couch as I scream, my body a mass of quaking muscles and nerves. The throbbing of my sex milks your cock, and you’re unable to hold back any longer. You expel your hot cum inside me, coating my insides and again pushing me over the top. Slowly you collapse against me, spooning my body to yours, your heart pounding in time to mine. Contentment rises in the air around us as we slowly drift off to sleep.

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