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How I managed to convince the limo driver to give me his keys isn’t important. What is important was that I found myself steering the midnight-black stretch through the teeth of another famous Boston snowstorm. The sunset, though quite breathtaking, wasn’t helping, as it cast a golden glare across both my windshield and the mounds of blinding white on either side of the street.

It was all a formality, though. I was only in town to see one sight, after all, and she didn’t yet know I had arrived.

Traffic abated grudgingly the further I moved from the airport, but eventually I found myself cruising at a brisk 78mph, shielding my eyes from oncoming headlights and ignoring the moronic waves of various passersby. I was a victim of acute tunnel vision, focused on the prize at the end of my journey. It didn’t keep me from flipping the bird to a line of soccer-moms camping the left lane. I let such aggressions out in small increments, not wanting anything to build up that would keep me from being gentle with her.

Night had fallen completely by the time I pulled the limo into her driveway. I hesitated only slightly before adjusting the knot of my tie and stepping gingerly onto the powdered concrete. My mind raced with possibilities – What will I say? What will she say? Will I be able to withstand her presence without losing my mind?

Mere feet away, the door seemed to buckle in spacetime, appearing farther away than the distance that previously lay between us. I reached out, pierced the veil of that illusion and knocked lightly. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, allowing the bitter chill to burn in my chest as I held it for several seconds. Footsteps echoed from the entry in measured strides. I felt my pupils contract as adrenaline seeped into my bloodstream.

“Hel –.” The greeting was aborted before the second syllable had passed her lips. To be so close after so long…

“Howdy.”

I haven’t seen a sunrise in my life that measured anything close to the warmth of the smile that lit up her face. She stepped into the cold and pulled the front door closed behind her, lunging up into my waiting arms and taking the breath from me with a kiss that defied description. The heat of it, the electrical energy that was transferred between us, should have melted a circle in the slush at my feet. The moment of abandon was brief, though, and she quickly took me by the hand and pulled me back through the front door.

“The limo’s here!” she called into the house.

“Limo?” a head poked around the corner. I waved, more of a sarcastic salute than anything warm. He nodded.

“Gratis,” I said loudly as he disappeared from view, winking at the beautiful girl kneading my fingers between her own, “from a secret admirer.”

My right hand snuck unconsciously around her waist, coming to rest above her hip. I felt her body tense as my fingers slid gently across the seamless fabric of her black dress, feathering lightly down the line dividing her abdomen and upper thigh. I watched as her eyes rolled upward under their lids, lips parting in quiet ecstasy.

Unwilling – or not yet ready – to push the envelope any further, I disappeared, returning to the overheated interior of the limousine where I used my thumb to rub away the sinful shimmer of lip gloss. I took the liberty of scribbling a heart on a generic bi-fold card before setting it atop the silver bucket of ice I had yet to put in the passenger quarters. The champagne sweating there looked good. I hoped she would enjoy it with me later. I snickered only a little as I placed it securely on one of the mini-bars, wondering with a wicked sneer how my treasured one’s husband would react.

I had been reclining in the driver’s seat for several minutes before there was a rap on the window. I opened my left eye and peered through the glass, rolling it down just far enough that she could see nothing at all.

“Ma’am?”

“Mike’s finishing an email or something,” she said, pouting at the small orifice through which I was forcing her to communicate. “How on Earth did you get a limo!?”

“Trade secret, m’dear,” I replied with a wink, allowing the window to descend fully. “Plus, I don’t want you to be an accomplice when I’m finally tracked down. Just do me a favor, k? Don’t look in the trunk.”

She shook her head and giggled beautifully, leaning through the window and gifting me with another kiss that transmitted nothing less than her body’s need – for this was more than a simple, human desire – to become one with me in both body and spirit. The way my hands cupped her face and stroked her hair replied in kind, and we broke apart with much hesitation.

“You came here for me?” Her tone was one of disbelief rather than curiosity, but it dissolved into another musical laugh in short order. “Can I tell you something?”

“No,” I said, “but you look like poetry.”

Even though her figure was largely concealed by the heavy coat, the blush that migrated across her skin made her seem istanbul escort almost ethereal. Something within me fluttered like a caged bird. Snow whipped red hair across fair skin, but no amount of obscuring white could quench what burned within the cerulean rings of her eyes. Were I a weaker man, my soul would have evaporated as it drank in the image, leaving my body to expire in that cold driveway.

“Are you going to read me later?” Her original, intended question seemed to have been lost along the way. She was unbothered.

“Line by line, little Miss.”

The mood was soured as her husband appeared, forcing our conversation to come to an end and compelling me to get out of the warm car to open the door for my passengers.

I restrained myself from shutting the door on one of his limbs, satisfying myself with a saccharine smile that caused the already sizeable frown on his face to deepen. I fiddled with many of the buttons on the console after returning to the cockpit, delighting myself by pressing a certain purple one over and over again as Mike’s exclamations became less and less amused. The sound of my redhead’s laughter caused me to punch six or seven at once, one of which opened the privacy glass behind me.

“…the fuck is this guy’s deal?”

“I wasn’t supposed to hear that, huh?” I said jokingly through the small aperture. “I apologize, but it’s really hard to work all this shit when you’re blind!”

Heather, the reason for my visit (and a large portion of my madness), lost it, laughing so hard that she slid out of the leather seat. Her husband was less than pleased.

“Can we get to the party now, maybe?” He spoke in a clipped manner, obviously far more annoyed than I imagined he would be after such trivialities.

“Sir!” I replied. “Could you give me the address once more, so I’m sure of our destination?”

He rambled off a string of numbers with a word or two, but I didn’t hear any of it, lost as I was in the rearview mirror’s view of Heather blowing me kisses. I smiled like I had Down’s Syndrome, nodding like an idiot and pretending to punch coordinates into the navigation unit as I blithely ignored everything that came out of his mouth.

“Downtown it is!” I guessed, figuring that most of the decent New Year’s Eve parties would be taking place thereabouts. “Do you have a particular musical preference, or is Swedish Melodic Doom Metal going to work.”

“I’d rather –”

“I’ve never heard that,” Heather interrupted. “Let’s try it for a minute. We’ll change it if it becomes obnoxious or something.”

“Does the same go for the driver?” Mike asked.

“I’ll trade you places if you don’t want to ride with your pretty wife,” I responded, leaving most of the humor out of my voice. “You probably know the area better than I, seeing as I moved here only recently.”

“Just drive,” he sighed, toggling the switch that sent the privacy window back up and locked. I slid a CD into the headunit and waffled between a couple songs, unsure as to whether I wanted to impress Heather or piss off Mike even further. While the Loki within screamed for Fear Factory’s Messiah, the Cupid suggested something more subtle. I landed on Harvest by Opeth, pulling away into the night as the first bars thrummed through the vehicle.

I’m not sure how she managed it, but I received a text message with an appropriate address a short distance down the main thoroughfare. I assumed the winking face at the end to be a powerslide, but I wasn’t sure how the limo would handle such playful guidance and I tucked the suggestion into the back of my head, hoping that I would have opportunity to throw the long wheelbase around in a parking lot or something before the night was over.

As it turns out, I had no such luck. But I digress.

Once, Maitreya’s softest, most beautiful instrumental, was playing at the time of our arrival. I pulled in behind a row of other limousines, tossing the gearshift into park and stepping out onto freshly-iced asphalt with a satisfying crunch.

“What did you think?” I asked, opening the door.

Mike ignored the question and removed himself from the dark interior, taking with him the pall of gloom that had taken up residence there. Even Heather’s sunny disposition seemed a bit dulled by his inability to relax, though she managed a wan smile for me as I helped her across the first of what I hoped to be many thresholds.

“I heard both of the songs you sent me in there,” she whispered as she brushed past me.

“How can we reach you when we’re ready to leave?” Mike called from the valet booth upon which he leaned.

I handed him a business card. He eyeballed it and began to work his mouth around words that I would not have liked.

“Oops,” I said, snatching the thing back. “That’s my other business card! My bad.”

I scanned it again, amused, as I gave him a real one. Rockstar. Sex god. Better than you. It said these things and more, but my name was strategically istanbul escort bayan absent. Instead, there was a phone number that cycled directly into my brother’s voicemail. The things people would say to a machine…

I was forced to watch them walk away without any more interaction with Heather, but it made me happy to see how stiffly separate they were, though they moved in the same direction. Her distaste was evident. He must have been quite an asshole in the car.

Four words, prick: I thought to myself, unfurling both middle fingers at Mike’s back in a slack-jawed salute to his ego, YOUR LOSS. HER GAIN.

A teenage shiver, a physical premonition of what was to come, tingled down my spine as I pulled the long black Lincoln into one of many specific parking spots. It was only a matter of time. I switched the CD to Swallow the Sun and allowed myself to be carried away by The Giant.

* * *

I pretended to be asleep when the door opened, though it was very hard to keep my hands from moving up to her waist after she swung her leg over my lap, pinning me in a straddle.

“I know you’re not asleep,” she whispered in my ear as she ran her tongue lightly up its edge. I moaned and squirmed, unable to keep the smile from my face. She moved from my ear to my neck, kissing every few seconds as my hands slid slowly up her thighs. Her fingers worked deftly at my tie’s knot, loosening it and tearing it from around my neck without the merest hint of effort. The first few buttons of my shirt followed suit and I quickly found myself succumbing to her desired path.

I ran the fingertips of my right hand from her thigh to her ribs, making small circles as I moved higher. I placed my left on the small of her back, pulling her hips tighter against my lap, feeling the heat from between her legs through the thin fabric of my pants. The way she sighed into my ear as I ran my fingers across her breast and up to the nape of her neck sent a line of goosebumps running down my side.

Heather didn’t resist as I pulled her mouth to mine and drank deeply the kisses she offered there. My hands fell to her hips and I helped her roll them into me in a rhythmic cycle that made my cock uncomfortably hard within the tangle of boxers and dress slacks. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care, and I quickly found my hands to be little more than decoration as she rocked her body into mine again and again without removing her mouth from mine. Were it not for the cooing moans that escaped from between her lips, I wouldn’t have been able to tell if she was breathing or not.

I pulled her gently back, gathering just enough composure to speak without my voice trembling. “Would you like some champagne?”

“I’d like to get you out of these clothes,” she replied, leaning into me and crushing her lips to mine in another lengthy kiss.

“There’s a lot more room in the back,” I mentioned. “Shall we?”

“Please!”

The snow was shockingly cold after the exchange of body heat, but we moved quickly enough into the passenger compartment that we only had to endure it for a breath or two. I looked at the clock. 12:17AM. We’d missed the stroke of midnight, but the New Year could still be christened properly.

“Did you get a kiss at midnight?”

Heather shook her head. “Nope. I managed to disappear before then.”

“Excellent.” I walked over to her on my knees and situated myself between her legs, running my hands up the outsides of her thighs as I kissed her again. I felt the muscles in her legs begin to tremble as my hands slid under the folds of her dress. My fingers traced over soft skin and the tiny straps of a lacy undergarment, upon which I lingered only momentarily. I didn’t stop the kissing or the touching until her dress was bunched up around her midsection, allowing me a full view of her toned belly and thighs.

“Something to drink?” I asked, pulling back away from her attempt to kiss me, teasing as I am wont to do.

“You’re driving me crazy!” she replied, leaning back in mock exasperation. “Let’s open the champagne. I want to make a toast to us.”

“Yes ma’am.” The cork bounced off one of the limo’s windows and missed my face by less than an inch, causing me to throw myself backward like some sort of ninja. The foam geyser that followed poured into my lap, soliciting another burst of laughter from the pretty redhead on the seat. She took advantage of the situation and slid down onto the floor, pinning me with one hand while she kissed my mouth and stole the bottle of bubbly with the other.

“Clever girl.”

The smile on her face had changed. It was no longer a glowing reflection of her happiness to see me. Whatever I had done to her on the seat had elicited quite a different response. What shone from her eyes and gleamed in the gloss of her lips was something predatory and barely restrained. Undaunted by the wicked look I was giving her in return, she put the bottle of champagne up to her lips, drinking escort istanbul lightly from it before pressing her lips to me and sharing what she had taken from the bottle.

“Cheers,” I mumbled after managing to swallow the alcohol around her lips and tongue. I felt her fingernails tracing the outline of my package through my now-soaked pants and had to check myself before I lost control. It was a difficult few seconds.

With that same, animal look in her eyes, Heather slid down my body, pressing her open mouth down on the shaft of my cock and sucking lightly. I writhed as I felt her lips and teeth and tongue along the length of my penis, grinding up into her mouth as she began to unzip me.

I sat up, bringing another short-lived pout to her face as I lifted her from the floor and set her astride of my lap. I pressed her to my chest and kissed her mouth as I lowered her onto her back, leaning myself in between her legs so that the head of my cock pressed right where it should. She gasped and clutched at my back, wrapping her legs around my middle in an involuntary spasm of pleasure.

“Relax, baby,” I whispered, grabbing her arms and moving them above her head, gently pinning them there with one hand while the other slid down her middle, between her breasts, over the fabric of her dress and down between her legs.

“Did you spill champagne on yourself too?” I asked innocently. Heather shook her head in reply, smiling and arching her pelvis up into my fingers. “My my, little miss. You seem to be soaking wet. Better get you out of these…”

I hooked my thumbs through the straps at her hips and pulled downward, allowing my fingers to drag across her skin as I lay bare the softness beneath. Her hips wiggled to help me remove the garment entirely, and I kept her legs apart once the lacy thing had slipped past her heels. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, allowing the moment to carry her away.

I lowered my face and blew softly on her clit, placing her legs over my shoulders as I did so. The quick intake of breath it caused sounded almost like a gasp of pain, but the look on her face told me otherwise. Taking her body’s cue, I leaned forward further and placed my mouth on her pussy, flicking my tongue in slow circles as I dragged a single finger along the smooth skin of her lips. With my other hand sliding up and down her thigh, it was easy for me to feel her body responding to my kisses and licks. I could feel how close to orgasm she was and decided to prolong the moment a little longer to ensure that it was a huge one.

I rose slowly to my knees, kissing along the insides of Heather’s legs as I did so, articulating them backward to raise her hips off the ground. I pulled her toward me until her pussy was in my lap and then I took her hands and pulled her back into a sitting position, allowing her legs to slide from my arms, back to the ground. She kissed me with such abandon that our teeth clicked together, causing a pair of embarrassed but momentary smiles, and she undid the remaining buttons on my shirt before I could as much as blink.

Again, the predatory hunger had taken hold of her features as she pulled my shirt and suit coat halfway down my arms, entangling them so that I couldn’t keep her from pushing me onto my back. I smiled and began to wriggle loose of the clothing, but she grabbed both of my arms and shook her head. She was going to be in charge, it seemed. I was perfectly fine with that.

“Remember,” I said, “you wanted gentle at first.”

Heather bit her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes. “Are you going to complain?”

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” I replied, lunging suddenly out of her grasp and rolling her onto her back again, “but I plan on being the one doing the first giving, if you don’t mind.”

“Yessir!” she squealed, stroking my face and chest with her soft hands. “Anything you want.”

“What do you want?”

“You. Inside me.”

I painted a confused look across my face. “Me? Right now?”

“Don’t tease me! Please! Mikey!”

I smiled and brought my face down to hers, kissing her mouth and neck as I pulled what remained of my boxers and slacks away from my cock. I rocked forward, allowing the tip to brush against her pussy. She moaned and her face tremored with pleasure, so I did it again, pressing ever so slightly harder.

“Slide out of your dress for me, sweetheart.”

Obligingly, Heather pulled the gauzy black cloth away from her skin, exposing all of her beauty. Her entire body was sheathed in sweat, shimmering under the dancing lights like a human rainbow. She made as if to cover her breasts, but I grabbed the seeking hands and held them over her head. If she wants them covered, I thought, I’ll use my mouth and make it more pleasant for both of us.

With my body bent into such an arc, her legs were easily able to find purchase around my hips, pulling my cock tight against her pussy. She moaned as my teeth and tongue coaxed electric pleasure from her nipples and her fingers clenched and flexed around my own when I finally allowed the head of my penis to slide half an inch into her. The speechless ecstasy that etched itself into her features at that merest joining was something I will keep with me until the end of my days.

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The morning I woke you up to suck your cock was because of the dream, which ironically had been about the very same thing. It wasn’t quite light yet, but my pussy throbbed with need, dripping wet. My nipples ached, twin stiff bullet points brushing deliciously against the thin cotton fabric of the long T shirt I wore to bed.

Good thing I hadn’t wore panties to bed-I rarely did-because they would’ve been soaked.

I peeled back the sheets and sat up, looking over at you as you slept, one arm beneath your pillowed head, your eyes closed, lips parted, hair mussed. Like me, you slept in an old T shirt but no underwear. Most mornings you woke up first to start the coffee and get a shower before me, as you were the early riser. And most mornings you woke up hard, but we had such a busy work week with our jobs we rarely engaged in morning sex except on weekends.

I grinned lasciviously, my right hand already slipping between my thighs to find my warm pussy already quite slippery with my arousal. I moaned, biting my lip, as my fingertips grazed the ruffled, tender folds of my labia, probing inside just a bit. I knew if I kept this up, especially if I teased my clit, I might want to yank back the covers to straddle you.

Then I remembered the hot dream, about waking you up by taking your beautifully thick hard cock into my mouth, making istanbul escort you cum rather quickly. I think I might’ve fingered myself in the dream as I finished you, but I didn’t remember. I just recalled that your huge, hot cum load had nearly made me gag…in a very good way.

I pulled my hand away and held it up, glistening with my clear juices, still grinning. Deftly, but as to not wake you up yet, I carefully slid my hand under the sheet, finding your cock semi-erect. My greased fingers gently grasped it, slowly stroking the thick length from your trimmed base to the swollen plum – sized head, making you grow tumescent in mere seconds. You stirred, legs moving apart slightly under the covers, moaning slightly.

I wrapped my fingers more tightly and stroked you in long, slow movements, teasing the sensitive underside of your cockhead.

You turned your head to peer over at me, eyes fluttering, lips quivering.

“Mmmm, baby…,” you uttered, hips shifting as you turned to face me.

I smiled wickedly, my left hand snaking down to ply my achingly wet sex. I wanted to tug off my night shirt, to expose my rigidly erect nipples since I knew you loved seeing them, and perhaps you’d eventually lean over to lick and suck and nibble them, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing right now. It felt too fucking istanbul escort bayan good!

Suddenly, you pulled down the sheet and comforter, exposing your chest, belly, and my hand gripping your cock, momentarily ceasing my delicious ministrations. I could see the protuberantly prominent veins threaded around your taut circumference and bit my lip. I wanted to lean over and take you into my mouth. Finish you off by continuing to stroke and suck you.

As I did just that, though, I removed my other hand from my pussy to cup your full, heavy shaved sack, lightly caressing your balls with my juice-slickened fingers. I kissed your cockhead and licked it slowly, achingly slowly, my right hand tightly encircling the base. You grew even harder, eliciting more deep groans of mounting ecstasy. Then I engulfed you with my mouth, your velvety smooth warm man flesh slipping easily between my lips and over my tongue.

God, I loved the musky, masculine smell of it, how you tasted. It really aroused me, stoking the erotic fires of my lust. I groaned deeply, purring seductively, enslaved to the moment.

My head and mouth moved fluidly up and down your cock, sucking and licking as you begun to wriggle your hips, arching your back and I knew you’d cum soon. I wished I could rub my finger to match your own impending orgasm…

…but escort istanbul you’d must’ve read my mind because you slithered your right hand over to probe your fingers into that sweet, hot and wet juncture between my legs. You teased my swollen lips, up and down and getting them quite slick with my copious nectar before you expertly made small circles around my engorged clit. We’d sometimes masturbated together, which was intensely hot, and whenever you orally pleasured me, I’d usually cum pretty quickly…but when you fingered me, it was so arousing that made orgasms made me quake and shudder from head to toe.

I always knew when you were close to cumming whenever I sucked you off because your breathing grew rapid and you made these sexy little grunts. That and all the precum oozing from your slit, and that all suddenly happened and the way your fingers made tight tiny swirls over my clit drove me mad, my hips jerked, but not too hard to make you lose your place and ohhhh, God, baby…FUCK YES!

You convulsed, your stomach undulating and then I felt your cock and balls spasm…and you erupted into my mouth, spewing a near endless stream of creamy goodness. I came explosively, groaning around your spurting manhood, swallowing every luscious drop as you rubbed my gushing cunt.

Moments later we both collapsed with chests heaving, catching our collective breaths, laying against one another with crushed pillows behind us. After a minute or two, you glanced over at me with a sleepy wry smile and said, “Love the service at this hotel, babe. The wake call is outstanding!”

I couldn’t agree more.

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Author’s notes:

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TL;DR

A little bit of rambling from my side. Scroll down a page or two for the story continuation. I tend to be a bit long-winded in my rambling, in case you hadn’t noticed yet.

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If you’ve read the previous chapter, you might have wondered how the hell I managed to write a ghost into the story. Honestly, I don’t know. I never planned to, but it just simply appeared – yes, I know that’s a bad pun.

I once wrote a story about a man discovering a ghost in his house and ended up befriending her, but I never finished that one. Apparently it wasn’t good enough to finish, but if you’re – just like me – a discovering writer, you tend to use all kinds of good plotlines in the stories thatare good enough to finish. Thus, without me knowing at the time, I wrote a ghost into my story. Imagine my own surprise after reading back my own work.

“How the hell did I manage to get a ghost into this story? Did I just derail my own plotline?”

I was having serious concerns about her appearance, although she did feel like she didn’t came out of the blue. Reading back my own work I noticed a few remarks in earlier chapters about Vincent having the feeling of being watched and having the feeling that he was not alone in the room. So apparently my subconsciousness had already incorporated her into the story without giving off the feeling that she would actually make an appearance.

The one thing you – and I, back when I wrote it – might be concerned about is: Will it distract from the relationship between Vincent and Jenny, which is pretty much the main plotline? It turns out it doesn’t. The ghost does not become a parallel plotline to the one with the relationship of Jenny and Vincent. And that makes me happy because it means, unlike the other story, this time the ghost actually fits the story and the characters.

Charissa will reappear in some of the next chapters, but this chapter is dedicated to Vincent getting closure on the turmoil of his feelings and the mindreading. That means he has to deal with the issue of having a relationship with Jenny among other things. It was fun to write, which is reflected by the humor – and I hope that produced at least a slight smile out of you! Attempts at humor which are not fun always make me cringe, so I hope that I managed to succeed in making you smile. Please let me know if it worked.

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Chapter 4.1 – Assuring Jenny

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When he went downstairs to the kitchen, he saw Nicole coming home after her workout. She always did a bit of jogging every morning and when she came in, Vincent had just finished pouring orange juice into his glass.

“Want some?” he asked her while showing her the filled glass.

“Yeah … sure.”

She usually wasn’t out of breath as she did it to keep in shape and wasn’t trying to better herself. But today she had trouble breathing as if she had pushed herself to a limit she hadn’t approached in a while. She was standing in the kitchen with her hands on her knees, her head hung downwards and her hair blocked every view of her face.

Vincent saw a few drops of sweat falling down on the floor while he was pouring her a glass of orange juice.

“Pushed yourself a bit more than usual, haven’t you?”

She didn’t answer and the glass he had held in front of her eventually got heavy enough to make him set it on the table.

“Your juice’s on the table, okay?”

“Mm. Thanks.”

He was getting ready for college and had already dressed up to go out, which was a little bit awkward with Charissa still in his bedroom, while Nicole was still breathing hard in her sweatpants she went out with. So when the doorbell rang, he put down his nearly-empty glass and headed for the front door.

“Hey there!”

A tall, blonde girl was standing in his doorway. She actually was slightly taller than him as well, although not much more than a few centimeters, but for a girl she was considered quite tall. The girl was named Jenny and she and Vincent knew each other for a while now.

Ever since they kind of hung out with each other and because they lived in the same direction, they often went home together. Lately Jenny also had been picking him up at home since she had a car and a license and despite him having a license, he didn’t own a car. So it made things easier for him when she came to pick him up and drop him off if they both had class to attend.

“Hey Jen,” he said. “I’m almost done, just a sec, okay?”

“Sure.”

She looked past him to see Nicole, who had entered the living room from the kitchen and was looking through the opened door to see the visitor. Jenny put up a hand in a waving gesture and Nicole nodded as a recognition. Jenny thought she acted a little cold today.

“See ya!” he said before he stepped out of the house and shut the door behind him. He didn’t even look back.

Jenny stepped istanbul escort aside and holding her bag with both arms, she led him to the car in front of them while chatting with him. She always felt like he was kind of making her comfortable and even now she felt like she was walking with a childhood friend she had known for years. Technically theywere kind of childhood friends, although that usually meant knowing each other longer than they did. They only knew each other for roughly five years.

But because she felt like that, she also noticed how he seemed a bit off this morning. He looked a bit distracted, as if his thoughts weren’t there with her. So when she started the car and crossed the first street, she asked him.

“So, what’s bothering you?”

He seemed a little startled, she noticed from the corner of her eye.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you seem a little off today,” she explained. “Like there’s something bothering you. Trouble with your sister?”

He kept quiet for a few seconds before he replied: “Mm, sort of. But I can’t really pinpoint what it is. But how did you notice?”

She snickered. “You kind of give off a vibe saying that you’re worried about something. And you seem to forget that you’re an open book for me, after all the time we spend together.”

“Ha!” he exclaimed. “You’re such a loving girlfriend.”

“Oh?” she teased him. “So all of a sudden you considered me your girlfriend? Where did that come from?”

But while she said that, she felt her heart skip a beat. In the past weeks she had been thinking about him more often than one would expect from friends. And she had come to realize that she might have more of a personal interest in him than just being friends. A relationship as a girlfriend-boyfriend really seemed worth trying for, but she didn’t know how he felt about her being more than just friends. So when he suddenly spoke the word, she felt flustered. And she really hoped he didn’t notice the blush on her cheek. If she had mustered up the courage to look at him, she would’ve realized that he was blushing as well – albeit not as much as she did.

“Well, you’re always around me,” he said while looking straight forward. “Would it be so incomprehensible to consider us a couple? Most friends don’t spend so much time together unless they’re dating.”

Oh my God, he really thinks we have a chance on dating. How do they call this kind of stuff? Casual Romance?

But when she looked sideways, he had a smirk on his face and her joyful smile faltered.

“Gotcha.”

“Oh, you son-of-a-bitch,” she threw at him and released her right hand to jab at him.

Now that wasreally uncalled for, you asshole.

She steered away and nearly hit a car.

“Whoa! Whoa! Careful, Jenny!”

“That’s what you get for teasing your lover,” she said while sticking out her tongue at him. “Now you can read my mind, but I really thought you were making the decision to make me your girlfriend.”

“Yeah … I’m sorry,” he apologized and sighed. “But really, I can’t just simply stop teasing you. We’ve gone a long way of casual teasing to suddenly let it drop. But I agree, I could’ve teased you with some less touchy subject.”

For crying out loud, she thought.Don’t make it so much more than it is. If you really think you should avoid the touchy subject, you shouldn’t be here with the touchy subject.

He laughed out loud. “You’re callingyourself the ‘touchy subject’? Seriously, that’s just too funny.”

She pouted, reached for his right hand and put it on her right breast. Then she looked at him and smirked.

“See? Touchy subject.”

“You’re too much for me, girl,” he laughed, but couldn’t resist in feeling her breast up for a little bit. “Still, nice perky breast, though.”

“If you make me your girlfriend you can see them without all the wrapping.” Her eyes gleamed and she winked when she said those words. She put her right arm also on the clutch – his clutch, not the car’s – and gave it a soft stroke. “Or you can use it as wrapping yourself.”

This time he didn’t have a good response ready.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 4.2 – The girlfriend

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After school they went back together and this time they went to Jenny’s place. He hadn’t been there too often because Jenny usually came to pickhim up at his place. And since she was also friends with Nicole, it made sense for her to drop by there instead of the other way around.

This time he had a purpose for going this way. She had declared that she liked him as more than a friend and he had replied that he had needed time. That was already a little while ago and things continued like they did before; he was happy it hadn’t become an awkward relationship, but that was more Jenny’s virtue than his. She always seemed to steer a conversation the proper way, no matter how awkward it had turned.

They had been dancing around the initial istanbul escort bayan question though, every now and then taking a jab at the other, joking and baiting each other, but the question still remained unanswered. And they both felt that it needed an answer before their friendship would take a dent.

So when they entered the house and closed the door behind them, the first thing he did was take her into his arms and kiss passionately. Jenny was too surprised to kiss back, but when she regained her composure, she still didn’t kiss him back. Instead, she pushed him away.

“W-what is wrong?” he asked, wondering why she would push him away.

She frowned. “What is wrong with you, you mean? Coming all of a sudden to kiss me. What brought that up?”

“I-I thought that you wanted to.”

“I want to win the lottery as well. Didn’t happen last Tuesday either.”

“Okay. Now I’m confused. I thought you wanted me to be your boyfriend.”

She sighed. “Yes, I do. I wantyou to bemy boyfriend. I don’t wantyou to attend to myneeds just because you think I want something. If you want to please me, you better make up your mind. I don’t need you to be a boyfriend out of pity or compassion.”

She had crossed her arms and stood resolutely in front of the door outside. It occurred to Vincent that she always knew what she wanted, a headstrong girl who did everything the way she wanted to, no matter how much trouble she was causing herself – or others. Stopping halfway never came up in her mind, everything she did she did with a conviction.

“I don’tpity you, Jenny. Ido believe that I want to be your boyfriend,” he declared.

“I don’t want you to make me your girlfriend just because it would be less awkward. Or because you feel it will demolish our friendship. Because it won’t. Trust me on that. But if you go into a relationship half-assed, Iwill kick your ass for fucking with my feelings. Trust me on that too.”

His mouth twitched. But he couldn’t keep a smile from appearing. And when that appeared, he broke out in laughter.

“I believe you, I believe you,” he repeated himself. “And trustme when I say I already thought all these things over. I don’t want to date youjust ’cause. And I’m not generous enough to give my life to someone Idon’t want to spend my life with. If I’m dating you, I want to be sure about my feelings. Especially since you already madeabundantly clear howyou think about it.

It’s just … with all the stuff happening and our mindlink where I receive all kinds of thoughts from you, I had trouble making up my mind. I wanted to know whether the romantic feelings I have weremine, and not just feelings you had pushed to me through our mindlink.

At some points in the past weeks I didn’t even know who I was anymore. I had to rediscover myself, find out what was my idea and which were yours. Since I’ve managed to somewhat control the continuous info through our mindlink, I have been more able to think about whatI want, and not whatyou want. And I want you to be my girlfriend.”

She looked at him appeasingly and nodded. She let her arms drop and the frown got replaced by a smile.

“See? That wasn’t that hard after all. Much more romantic tome than somehow out of the blue forcing a kiss on me when I was still completely unsure about our future.” She stepped forward and kissed him on the mouth. “And I don’t think we need to rush. If anything, we have started out as friends. And for friends to blossom into a blooming relationship, we need time to accept that. Even I need a little time to accept that you now accept your feelings, making this a mutual love. So, we needn’t rush.”

And let’s see how much I can keep myself from tearing your clothes off right here. Right now, she said to herself.

“You’re such a humanitarian,” Vincent said. “Lecturing me when all you want to do is rape me on the spot.”

“You dirty little spycam,” she accused him, crossing her hands in front of her as to protect her heart from his gaze. “Satisfying your dirty little sexual urges by peeking in on my little secrets?”

He grinned boldly and stepped forward. “Regardless of who wants it more, I think we can agree on one thing.”

And this time when he kissed her, she kissed him back. Not long – because once she felt it was a heartfelt kiss, she cut off and dragged him by the hand to her bedroom, the room straight across the door outside, only separated by the couch in the living room.

Her apartment wasn’t huge; it merely had space for two couches, a table and a tv in the living room, a kitchen, bathroom and a single bedroom just large enough for a kingsize bed, two closets and a couple of nighttables. She hadn’t needed much more space and she could honestly only pay for this kind of setup with the part-time job she had. Besides – she wasn’t much home at all. She did her studying at college, usually with Vincent or Nicole, hung out at Daniel’s or Vincent’s or escort istanbul was partying out downtown. Technically, a bedroom was sufficient enough for her.

And right now, that was about the only thing shewanted to be here in the room where she had just gotten Vincent to tell her he wanted to start dating.

She hadn’t even reached the bed before Vincent stopped – and it flung her backwards, right into his arms. He picked her up – she hadn’t realized he could even do that – and carried her towards the bed, dropping her on it as soon as she had enough space not to fall off. She bounced on the bed from the force only once before he was on top of her, burying his face in her neck and starting to kiss her sensitive spots.

She shivered from the feeling, a feeling she hadn’t felt in awhile, and put herself into action as well; his shirt went up and got stuck on his chin, forcing him to raise his back to allow the shirt to be pulled over his head. Meanwhile she had her hands on his chest, caressing his muscles, muscles she knew weren’t developed that long ago. She had loved him before he developed his body, but because of that it had gotten harder and harder to hide those feelings.

And talking about harder, I’m seeing something that undergoes the same change.

Her hands moved down fast and while Vincent was still getting his head through the opening of his shirt, she was already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. It didn’t matter if he still had the pantson, she just wanted to relieve his member from the constricting space it was confined to.

He was looking at her from above, taking notice of how her tongue had crawled out of her mouth to settle in a corner when she was busy getting him out of his pants. And he slightly wondered how he had never before realized how much he liked all these little details of this girl before realizing that he loved her. And when she had freed his still growing phallus and wriggled out of underneath him in order to clasp that sweet mouth over his growing lust, he also realized that he wanted her bad. And that he couldn’t understand how he had kept himself at bay all these years.

The feeling of being engulved by a wet hot mouth is nearly indescribable and at this moment he didn’t even try; he merely threw his head in his neck and moaned. A deep, intense moan which released his last few doubts of whether he was doing the right thing.

Bobbing up and down on his dick, he could see the blonde hair of the girl which he had always thought of to be his best friend. A relationship which was now brought to a different level and not the kind one called ‘friends with benefits’, but a relationship built on trust, friendship and now – love. And with every newly budding love came passion.

He grabbed her head and let his hands ride along, letting them be guided by the head of this wonderful girl tasting his cock. He didn’t force her rhythm, he merely wanted to touch her while she was touching him. That – and at some point he stopped her. Still with his member in her mouth, she looked up, questionally and that mere sight was almost enough to send him over the edge.

“Almost cumming,” he brought out, out of breath from the sheer pleasure he was feeling. “Didn’t want you to let me cum inside your mouth, but damn, you’re so incredibly sexy that it’s hard not to.”

“Bamn wight I am,” she replied, her words slurred due to the dick still in her mouth and she actually managed a smirk while looking up with that said dick still there before she resumed her action. Only this time she kept looking up, looking at his face while letting his cock penetrate her throat even further, letting him hit the deeper parts of her and speeding up.

He was still holding her head and he had real trouble not to dictate her movements. He did, however, grasp her head more steadily, enforcing a little bit more pressure and subconsciously started bucking his hips. He saw her smile, and he knew that she was doing this becauseshe wanted it and not because heliked it. And that single smile brought him to his climax.

Waves of cum blew into her throat and he felt her execute pressure on his dick – only later realizing that she was swallowing everything he threw into her. She let it go and raised herself. He felt her hands around his head and she started kissing him. He tasted himself – salty – and before he could wonder whether he should be disgusted or not, he was kissing her back. Because, what was more sexy than his girlfriend kissing him?

The kiss didn’t take too long before he pushed her back, softly. When she was on her back, he did what she had done to him before: getting herout of her pants. His’ still clung around his knees and he was removing them clumsily at the same time as he was pulling at her pants to get her legs out. The panties were still in place, but Jenny moved her hands and lowered them down herself, so he could step out of his own jeans.

He almostdove into her, tasting her nectar by letting his tongue move from the bottom to the top, crossing her pussy entirely and only stopping when he found her most sensitive spot. He encircled it, touched it and then started sucking on it – softly, while his hands were making way to other sensitive spots.

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Our first encounter was a virtual one through an online game. My name is Noah and I was a host of a strong alliance in the online game and she, Jane was a new member to the alliance.

Jane had come over from a dying alliance and I was one of the best players in the game. Jane knew she could learn from him and become a stronger player.

We chatted a lot about the game, I gave her more responsibility and they became closer.

Jane opened up and expressed her feelings, she lived in Tasmania and her husband worked away from home, only being home at weekends, so she was lonely and spent a lot of time online playing this game. I listened and opened up some of my life; I lived in the UK and worked on private military contract, usually abroad in the Middle East. I was also away from home for extended periods, though was never bored with work.

I started to charm Jane. I typed, “Sit on my knee”.

A message appeared on my screen Jane, “OK I’m sitting on your knee”.

I realised that perhaps I could be Jane’s’ master, she had a strong side but was open to being submissive to the right person.

One day whilst I had virtually pulled Jane onto my knee Jane described istanbul escort herself to me. She was about five foot five a little overweight but with very large breasts. I smiled to myself, my favourite type of lady.

I decided to push things on a bit, I told Jane that I had big hands and I was putting my hands on her breasts and fondling them. Jane didn’t reply for a few minutes, I waited.

A message appeared on my screen, “I’m a little shocked but I liked it” (with an embarrassed emoticon).

I smiled, that was good and described how I was lifting her top and rubbing her breasts through her bra.

Jane described her bra as being black and silky and how her nipples were getting harder.

I smiled and decided to push it a little more, “Is your pussy getting wet?” I typed. Once again there was no reply for a few minutes.

Then a message appeared on the screen, beside it an embarrassed emoticon, “Yes, a little” was the reply.

I smiled and typed, “I have to go, I’m needed”, even though I was on a rest period. I waited.

“Bugger, you’re needed here as well” was the reply on the screen.

I typed, “Catch you later” (with an evil istanbul escort bayan grin emoticon). I signed off and smiled.

The following day I signed on the game and straight away a message from Jane popped onto the screen.

“I’m jumping onto your knee, please play with my breasts.”

I replied, “I’m taking your tits out of your bra and squeezing your nipples, they are very hard.”

“Yes, they are.” Jane replied.

I started to type, “Is your cunt getting wet”.

There was a longer pause than usual on the screen then a message appeared, “Please don’t use that word, anything but that”.

I thought for a while and typed, “So your pussy is wet”.

“Yes” was the immediate reply.

I was a little angry and decided to push things a little faster than he intended.

“I want you to get off my lap and kneel in front of me and undo my trousers take out my cock and make it hard with your mouth” I typed.

I waited for the reply.

“I have been bad so I need to be punished, I’m licking your cock all the way down the shaft, it’s getting so hard, and I’m sucking on your balls. Please fuck my mouth for being a bad girl.”

I escort istanbul smiled and replied quickly, “I’m holding your hair and fucking your face, you are very bad, I’m going to make you gag on my hard cock.” I waited.

“Please fuck my face harder, please” Jane replied.

This exchange carried on for a while until I typed,” I’m going to come all over your slutty face.”

“I’m going to come over my fingers as I imagine your cum all over my face.” appeared on my screen.

I imagined Jane playing with her clit as she came over her fingers, stroking my cock as I came over her lips and mouth.

After our erotic chat we played the game for a while before signing off.

Our online exchanges continued every day Jane told me more about herself where she lived and her daily routines, our role-play getting more imaginative and steamier.

One day I typed, “I’m bending you over, lifting your dress, pulling your panties to one side and rubbing my cock head on your little asshole.”

There was no reply for a while, then “Don’t do that.”

I started to get angry I typed, “So I can’t say cunt and I can’t fuck your virtual asshole”.

There was no reply.

After that Jane virtually ignored me and if she did communicate it was short and to the point.

I got mad and knowing that I was going to be in Jane’s part of the world in the near future I would plan a surprise for her, but that is another story… to be continued.

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When the kiss finally breaks, he raises himself up to look down at me, his eyes boring into mine. Then he glances lower, at my heaving chest, my breasts soft and loose the water falling straight on mu skin. His hand slides down my side, over my waist and hip, then underneath and up again, dragging the bikini bottom with it, exposing my waxed genitals.

Chris takes one of my tits in his hand and massages it gently while raining kisses down my neck, then he shuffles down so he can take my erect nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it hard and I moan, taking his head in my hands.

“Mhm…”

As he continues to stimulate my tits with his mouth, his hands find their way down my body again. One hand holds my ass tightly, while the other explores my sweetly trimmed mound. His fingers slide delicately into the wet, warm folds of my pussy. Reaching in further, Chris inserts his middle finger into my body.

My breathing is so heavy from the excitement and my groans become louder and louder. To feel his hands on me, inside me; to feel his mouth on me- it’s all too much. I push down his swimwear, attempting to undress him and reach desperately for his stiff cock. I can see he’s become enlarged and I’m dying to feel the heat of his hard dick. I want to feel him inside me.

He feeds on my breasts, his sucking and nibbling sending little electric shocks through me.

But the model moves his hips back, so I can’t reach him. “I’m going to go down on you, and I won’t even let you think about returning the favor,” he tells me, his rough voice vibrating against my skin. I’m already dripping wet and the way he’s rubbing my clit is bringing me so close to the edge.

Then he goes lower. He’s kneeling between my legs, his face level with my hips, has me raise my leg and place it over his shoulder. As soon as I feel his warm breath near my pussy, I begin to shiver, already aware of how this’ll go down. He’s made a habit out of wearing me out before we even really start, making me all hot and bothered with his kisses and warm touches all over my skin, and then redirecting that energy towards my stimulated genitals.

Of course, Chris doesn’t dive right in. While gently gliding his hands over my thighs and tummy, he kisses inside my knees and up toward my center. His mouth gets teasingly close to my pussy, and then switches to my other leg; it’s almost frustrating- almost. More like tantalizing, erotically sexy. I can see him examining my pussy, as my legs are open enough to give him the perfect view, and he even puts pressure outward on my knees to keep me that way.

His fingers and lips and tongue make me squirm and giggle as they tickle from time to time. After kissing my abdomen and making his way down, the moment finally arrives: he plants a wet kiss right on my labia, holding it there firmly for a few seconds. Then another kiss like it, then another.

I moan deeply, he lingers there for a while, first with just his lips, but soon enough with open mouth and tongue, like he’s French-kissing me down there.

I’m almost shocked when he backs off slightly, caresses my thighs, and uses his thumbs to open my labia to expose the inside. my hips and legs twitch and tense up as he looks into my eyes and smiles. His tongue works inside deeply, probing my vaginal opening while he holds my lips apart. He either knows what he’s doing or he’s lucky, or naturally talented or something, because he is steadily increasing the pleasure to all my parts from fourchette to clitoris. Arms above my head, eyes closed, I purr, “Ohh, Chris. I want you so bad.”

He could probably give me an orgasm if he stays down there long enough. He doesn’t miss the invitation. Chris lowers his head between my legs and buries his face in my pussy, his tongue lashing the length of my slit. He sucks my pussy lips into his mouth, loudly slobbering. He makes his tongue hard and fucks my hole with it. And he seals around my clit with his lips before sucking hard, pulling my sensitive bud into his mouth. And as he does all this, my moaning and sighing becomes more and more desperate, and my pussy gets wetter, and I find that I can only think of one thing… And that’s his dick.

I fling my head back and look at the white ceiling, before reaching down and run my fingers through his dark hair, massaging his head as he continues to work my pussy with his skillful tongue. There’s no better way to celebrate the sudden news with Chris than this, before the real party even begins.

He first likes to be gentle, to kiss me as unbearably slow as he can, to caress me down there, glancing at me with his magnetizing green eyes from time to time; almost as if to have me longing for more. It works great for him, too, because even in the midst of my arousal, I can’t lose focus of this man. And, a few moments in, he likes to start using his tongue, first licking skin and then sucking and nibbling, alternating these actions with his loving kisses every now and then. I’m usually panting and grunting at this point, trying to hold in any moans.

This istanbul escort bothers him, I think, because he never stops there. He can sometimes squeeze my ass, making my let out a surprised scream, and sometimes he chooses to use his fingers for help. I don’t exactly know what he does, but I do know that it feels amazing, and that I often find myself shaking, eyes shut to hold back the tears. I do feel my back curving on its own, my head falling back, and my hands searching for anything to dig my nails in to hold on to the pleasure.

I guess this part will reveal itself to be challenging for me, when we’re currently about to have sex in the shower.

We’ve never done it in the shower together, and I have to say that the cold walls and the freezing water, in contrast with the warmth of our bodies and the pulsating heat growing inside me is driving me completely insane. I’m already so turned on by this whole experience, and I don’t know how much of his talented tongue I can take before it’s too late. Chris touches my fleshy lips and spreads them apart, grinning in pride. He begins to lap at my clit, long slow licks that drive me wild. “Oh- oh, fuck,” I mutter in ecstasy.

He slips a finger into my hole and begins massaging and stimulating me further as he continues to lick, suck, and nibble on my clit, amused by my screams of pleasure. He licks me all over and slides his tongue as deep as he can into my pussy.

He keeps licking and rubbing and licking and rubbing and my whole body starts to tense with pre-orgasmic excitement. My moans turn to words as I repeat his name over and over, “Oh, Chris…”

I can’t even believe how absolutely amazing this is feeling. I close my eyes for a few moments to concentrate on the most incredible feelings he’s invoking in my loins, the incredible feeling that he’s invoking throughout my entire body. The height of pleasure comes, and my pussy begins to throb and pulse with orgasm and my entire body reacts as well, “Ohhhh! Fuck, Chris!”

He raises his face from my crotch, all shiny with spit and my juices, and straightens up on his knees between my spread thighs. He looks so pleased with the intensity of the orgasm he’s just given me, quickly standing up, undressing with one hand and still holding onto my leg with his other one, “Did I ever tell you that you’re the loudest girl I’ve been with?” He says, his voice hoarse from all of the action he just did on me, as his lustful and proud eyes look straight into my own. I hope that’s a good thing.

Already feeling the heat of the orgasm on my face, I smile at him, feeling a little ashamed by his remark, “Is that bad?” I breathlessly respond, my eyes falling on his naked member. Thick, hard, veiny and angry, it’s jutting out from him, a potent spear of manhood pointing at me.

Grinning even wider at me, he pushes me against the wall then Chris reaches out and touches my face gently, his hand moves around to the back of my head and he pulls me into a kiss.

His breath is sweet, his lips soft. At first the kiss is tentative, exploratory. When I respond by slipping my tongue into his mouth, it ignites something within him. Now the kiss is hungry and desperate, roughly searching for pleasure, Chris crushing my naked body with his as I feel his raging erection between my thighs. “It’s so fucking sexy, Vicki. I love hearing you moan because of me.”

I feel his knob brush against the base of my buttocks, then slide up until it nestles in my slit, pressing against my hole. “Well, I love it when you fuck me against the wall,” I confess to him, having the man casually crash his lips back on mine, kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. His kiss has me desperate with need, so I reach around and grab his ass, then pull his thick cock into me in time with his first, hard thrust.

His cock fills my cunt, suddenly and deeply, and we both groan. “I’m not wearing a condom, Victoria,” he warns me, a concerned look in his eyes. We’ve had sex once without a condom, because it broke during our intercourse and I was too close to climax that I didn’t want to stop. This time, however, I want him to come off inside me. I know he’ll enjoy it a lot more, and I want that for him. Grinning at the brunette, I give his ass a little squeeze and kiss him back almost immediately, giving him the memo.

With a smirk on his lips, Chris starts to pump inside me, kissing me like a hungry animal as we fuck. He soon finds a rhythm, pumping his shaft into me, his ass humping between my legs as I grab at his buttocks with both hands, squeezing his firm muscles, feeling them work as he fucks me. I find myself digging my nails into his skin, scratching his sexy ass.

We smile at each other through the kiss as he pauses halfway in for a few seconds. After withdrawing almost all the way out, his dick pushes back in halfway again, then again, then again. With a few more stokes, he’s deeper, and with a few more, he’s almost all the way in. Then he withdraws his dick all the way out and holds istanbul escort bayan it horizontal as he inserts it again. I watch as he probes a few times, loving the sight and the sensation of my pussy and labia closing up as he pulls his dick out, then filling back up again as his he pushes it back into me halfway or more, but teasingly not all the way.

Suddenly, I let out an loud squeal as Chris collapses all the way into me all at once, bending toward me, completely filling my pussy with his dick as far up as it can go, till his pelvis crushes against mine. Another deep thrust makes me blurt out, “Ooohhh, fuck!” No longer probing sensually, he is now giving me a proper fucking, deeply and passionately, exaggerated thrusts pushing my hips back against the cold wall. I watch as he pulls out most of the way to show me some shaft, then plunges back in, doing this a few times.

He holds one of my thighs with one hand to keep my legs spread wide, and one on my ass. With my breasts pressed closely against his bare chest, I put my lips back on his to avoid being noisy, knowing he likes it and it’ll piss him off. One of my hands glides up to his neck, and the other down to where the action is, fingering my clitoris to give it the kind of stimulation my pussy is receiving.

After fucking like this for a minute, Chris slows down and then pulls out. Both of us are breathing deeply, and smile at each other while he leans against me for another round of passionate kisses.

Still, I’m trapped beside him, a prisoner to his primal, masculine desire. He penetrates me forcefully, purposefully- he means to take me completely for himself. And I quiver as his cock systematically and methodically claims my cunt in his name.

“Chris, Chris…” I gasp, overwhelmed as his prick makes all my dreams come true. I just came right before he started fucking me, yet it doesn’t take long before I’m wracked by another orgasm. I clutch him tight to me, my nails digging into his back and his ass as my quivering pussy contracts around his shaft.

He strokes my face and hair, giving me a chance to recover by slowing his thrusts, watching me moan and breathe intermittedly. “You’re so sexy, Victoria,” he tells me, and his hoarse voice does nothing but help me to my climax. As I let out a loud noise, a mix between a moan and a prolongated scream, I feel Chris shower my neck with kisses as he wraps me tightly in his arms, having me collapse in a few seconds.

Gasping for air with my head on his shoulder, slowly coming back from that feeling of pure bliss, I hear Chris grunt, “Fuck,” before he shudders in my arms, alerting that he’s on the verge of ejaculating inside me. I grin to myself, stepping on my toes to push my hips against his, immediately feeling his tense member let loose inside my vagina.

The two of us pant loudly, as I notice him slowly stop moving, remaining inside me while tightly wrapping his arms around my waist as I rest on his chest, his hot and heavy breath on my neck. I’m not one for relationships, and sure, I’ve had a lot of flings here and there- but what I feel with this boy is completely out of my hands: more than great sex, feelings I can’t find the words to explain… I try catching my breath, my sweaty skin glued to his, as I feel him put his soft lips against my cheek, making me grin.

“I’ve never been fucked like that before.”

“Victoria Alves,” my man calls me out, urging me to pull away and look in his deep green eyes, full of joy and pride, “You are a force to be reckoned with- but I’m not done with you yet.”

–

“Turn over,” he commands.

I twist around him to stand in front of him, pressing my hands on the counter as I look up, seeing our naked reflections in the mirror. Chris focuses his green eyes on his cock, nestled in my ass crack. He straightens up and starts flexing his hips, causing his shaft to slide back and forth between my buttocks, lubricated by my juices. His ballsack tickles my thighs.

“Please, fuck me,” I beg him, desperate to feel him inside me again.

Chris clutches my buttocks in his strong hands and squeezes them, spreading my butt apart and exposing my pussy. I feel him shift, feel his prick sliding down my ass crack, then feel his knob against my lips as he angles himself for re-entry.

With a forceful thrust he buries himself deep in my pussy from behind and I moan, throwing my head back against his chest, “Oh, yes.” Chris automatically wraps his muscular arms around my waist, his pubic bone slapping against my bottom as he bangs me from behind.

“Harder… Do it harder,” I order him, biting my lower lip to prevent myself from moaning. It’s like I want him to dedicate every last drop of his energy towards fucking me. Chris doesn’t waste a second as plunges roughly into me, our bodies interacting making a clapping sound. He then raises his hands towards my bouncing breasts, cupping them for support.

“Victoria, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunts, slamming himself into me faster and more escort istanbul forcefully. I cannot express what I’m feeling when I’m having sex with Chris- I’ve pushed him away so many times, for so long, and when I’ve finally given in, I’m losing my mind. He has this way of doing things that drives me completely insane, and yet he’s also passionate and listens to me.

I asked if he could fuck me in front of the mirror because I wanted to watch us, knowing it’ll add a little heat to our encounter- and here we are, doing it. He didn’t even waste a second thinking it through.

I reach a hand down underneath me and start rubbing my clit, humping my ass back against him. I’ve only just come – twice, by the way – but this is Christopher Moretti who’s fucking me like a man possessed, and it’s better than I ever dreamed. He’s so fucking good and so experienced, that every single thing he does brings me another step closer to my climax. I push my ass back and dig my long red nails into the cold, slab of white rock on the counter.

After the shower, the two of us simply made out for a while to catch our breaths, we talked about random things and it ended up with my idea. Chris seemed to have regained his energy because he quickly became hard as a rock the second I put his dick in my mouth.

Throughout our intercourse, my eyes fall back on the mirror and meet Chris’ passionate and determined ones, as we both smile at each other in understanding- fuck, we look so hot having sex. I find myself turning my head in his direction to attempt kissing him, having him slow down the pumping to find my lips. He kisses me softly, his touch full of love and need, nothing like a one-night fling would be like- nothing like I pictured him to be like during sex.

He slowly yet affirmatively picks up the pace, having me hold his face with my hand as I let out a series of moans throughout our kiss. He’s hitting me so deep, definitely reaching my cervix- I’ll admit, the first times we slept together, I was bothered – not in pain, just uncomfortable – by his size, but I quickly grew to love his penis. Now, I’m almost aching for it- even when he’s still inside me.

I’m too focused on the kiss to realize that he’s let go of one of my breasts and directed that hand towards my clitoris, rubbing me and giving it just as much as attention as the rest of my body. The sudden shot of arousal provokes a deep moan to escape my lips, breaking up the kiss, before I feel him give it his all.

Thrusting roughly from behind and fingering with determination from the front. I’m taken over by another level of pleasure as I curve my back, my eyes rolling back as I feel his hairy face against my shoulder, kissing my needy skin. “Oh- oh! Uh, mhm, yes… Oh!” I scream out, involuntarily tightening and loosening my grip on his member, as I stand on the tip of my toes, unable to take in all the pleasure at one, almost wanting to escape.

Chris, however, doesn’t let me go and makes sure I remain in position to feel everything, so he uses the hand that was on my breast and wraps the arm over my neck to pin me down against him as he keeps fucking me from both sides. “Open your eyes, baby,” he asks me, his lips touching my earlobe. “Open your eyes and watch us- you don’t wanna miss this.”

As his words register in the midst of the heat and arousal he’s offering me, I find myself gasping and moaning and shaking in his arms, but I look down at our reflections anyway. Chris has an arm around my neck, almost strangling me, with the other roughly fingering my clit, all while banging me from behind. His wet hair is falling on his forehead, accentuating the serious look on his handsome face, his green eyes searching for mine. I look absolutely worn out, with a used look on my face and a quivering body. Our naked tanned bodies are sweating like hell, and you can almost smell, almost feel the passion by watching us do this.

I’m just gonna say it- it looks like a scene coming straight from a porn video.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I moan, incapable of controlling my feelings. I feel Chris shudder from behind me, unable to pleasure me correctly as he loses control of his hand and holds onto my waist for support before grunting like an angry animal. He’s coming, and I don’t blame him- this is one hell of a sight, and one hell of an activity.

His climax gives me a few seconds to breathe out and catch my breath, with him still inside me, as I watch his face transform. He furrows his brows in frustration, shutting his dark eyes as he tries to hide his face in my neck, almost growling with trembling lips when he ejaculates inside me.

He then quickly finds his focus and puts his working hand back in place, pumping steadily inside me again. I don’t know where he finds that stamina and that strength, but I can’t complain. And the sight of all that, mixed with my raising internal temperature and Chris’ sexy groans in my ear, makes me suddenly let out an accidental scream, my tense body shaking in shock as I see all white, collapsing in his chest. Chris does just the same thing, without a care that I can’t take it anymore and drives me to my orgasm anyway. I’ve just came twice thanks to him, and so soon I’m coming again, and this time completely turned to mush, panting and crying, tears streaming down my face. “Yes…”

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Fucking Valentine’s Day. She hated Valentine’s Day. Yeah, yeah, it was the day of romance, to show the one you’re with how special they are with chocolate, jewelry and a night of hot sex. For her, like many others, it was a slap in the face, a laugh at the single people out there that weren’t good enough to snag someone to spend Valentine’s Day with.

Jessie knew that going out to the local bar tonight would only make things worse. She would be surrounded by couples spending the night out for dinner and drinks, boxes of candy, jewelry and flowers seated at their table as they snuggled in and tried to be romantic. She cringed at the thought of having to stare at them while nursing a drink at a bar, alone.

She laughed at herself, knowing she was playing the irony card. Just last year she was one of those people, sitting at a restaurant and sharing a dinner with the love of her life while flowers decorated their table and she wore a diamond bracelet he purchased for her. Only now he was gone, leaving her because she was too frigid, a bitch that wouldn’t give it up when he wanted it or how he wanted it. Jessie was shy, introverted and naive and just plain vanilla. He wanted a rough, tie me up and spank me, please put it in my ass and fuck me hard, type of girl. So he dumped her, two months ago, just before Christmas.

She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to smile. She had been thinking of this night for quite a while now. Not having anything in her closet to wear, she had to run to a friend and borrow something from her. Standing straight, her arms down at her sides, the skirt still wasn’t reaching her finger tips. She bent her arms and tugged at the hem in hopes of covering her entire ass. She felt the cool breeze from her air conditioner and knew that she would end up flashing the entire bar. Her nipples were hard and pressed against the thin material. She chose not to wear a bra, her large triple d’s resting heavily on her body. Thankfully the dress was so tight that it mashed them together and sorta held them up, showing off an ample amount of cleavage.

She had been to the spa earlier and got a fresh waxing. The lady taunted her, unaware that she was riding solo on the wonderful holiday night. The woman wanted to bejewel her twat, add a little rhinestone heart just above her bare lips to add that extra sparkle for her man. Jessie laughed, no way in hell was she putting a heart above her fuck hole! She had another thought though and had to laugh when the woman nearly choked on her coffee as Jessie told her what she wanted.

The night he left, Jessie turned on her computer. It was their computer, shared, but she needed it for work so he left it. She clicked on the search history and gasped as she saw line after line of nothing but porn. There were women getting gang banged and having huge cocks shoved down their throats. Women taking it in the ass or getting spanked over some sort of bench. Their hands getting tied behind them while they were fucked hard and fast. She was not like them, had never been tied up, spanked or gang banged. She had given head but apparently that was boring as well.

She watched video after video, her own pussy betraying her and growing wetter and wetter. By the 12th video, she was rubbing her clit furiously, her legs shaking as she came while watching a girl getting pissed on by a group of guys, their cum dripping all over her face. So this was the kind of slut he wanted, huh? She watched these women get defiled, treated like sluts and yet beg for more. How could this please them? How could they be satisfied with being used? She decided to focus on them, to time her orgasms with theirs and see if it was worth it. By the 15th orgasm, her body a weak and sweaty mess in the desk chair, she knew what she was going to do.

January came and she had finally worked up the nerve to go into the sex shop. Sure it was one clear across town where she wasn’t worried about running into anyone but it was still a sex shop. The place was huge and she was in awe as she surveyed shelf after shelf of various sex objects. She had no idea there was this much to add to sex! Jessie kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone as the embarrassment flushed her face and turned her cheeks pink.

She made her way up and down each aisle without being approached. Relaxing a little, she stopped in the anal section, her mouth hanging open at the wide variety of toys one could use to put in their ass. She found a starter kit, three butt plugs that graduated in size and came with a large bottle of lube. She shuddered as she imagined what it would feel like to shove the biggest one into her ass. Probably wouldn’t happen but she figured she would try the smaller two and see how things went.

She also grabbed nipple clamps and a large rubber cock that seemed to be about the same size as Joshua’s cock. She needed to get fucked even though she was vanilla and didn’t do wild and crazy in bed. Her pussy had istanbul escort needs.

Jessie walked to the counter and kept her head down. The sales clerk was a young man of about 20 or 21. He gave a low chuckle and she felt her insides stir. Something about a deep voice always made her wet.

“A beginners kit, huh? Ever use a plug before?” He asked in his deep grovel.

“No Sir… I mean no. ” She couldn’t force herself to look at him but did notice how attractive he was when she first came in. Any why in the hell did she just call him Sir?!

He felt his cock twitch. He ran up her items, ran her credit card and then bagged the items, leaving the plug kit out. She looked around horrified, surely he wasn’t going to make her walk out without putting that in a bag? Instead, he grabbed the kit, walked away from the counter and to the door where she watched him turn the lock and flip the sign to closed. He walked up to her, standing over her as he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the back room.

It appeared to be the break room or lounge, a large old couch was seated against one wall, lockers adorned the other wall and then a counter with a microwave and mini fridge and sink on another wall. There was a tv sitting on a small stand in the corner. She wasn’t sure what he was planning to do but she was nervous as hell. Her palms were sweating and she kept rubbing them down her jeans. She had her long black hair tied up on top of her head and a simple white sweater clung to her chest.

Jessie was average, if not a little on the chunky side. She had an hourglass figure though, small waist with a large chest and curvy hips. She knew she could afford to lose a few pounds but honestly didn’t care. If a man couldn’t love her curves then he didn’t need to be with her.

The guy walked up to her, tossing the plug kit onto the table in front of the couch. He reached up and grabbed the tie around her hair, yanking it out so that her long locks cascaded over her shoulders.

“Ouch! What the hell?!” Jessie asked, bringing a hand up to massage her scalp.

“Shut up and get on your knees.” He was holding her chin, squeezing her jaw as he forced her to look at him.

She didn’t know why she was doing it but she quickly fell to her knees. She was nervous but felt excitement course through her. She was on her knees in front of a stranger in a sex toy shop and she was about to do something dirty, something slutty. Something she has never done before. She smiled slightly, reaching up to undo his jeans. He didn’t stop her, instead placing his hand on her head and petting her as if she were a dog.

She reached into his pants and fished around, wrapping her fingers around his growing cock. He was big but wasn’t fully hard yet. She pulled it out, the head glistening with a pearl of pre-cum. She licked her lips and then stuck her tongue out, gingerly touching the tip. She had only given two men head, one of them being her ex. She knew she wasn’t good at it but thought that maybe this stranger would teach her.

He was tired of her hesitating. He grabbed her head and pushed his cock against her lips. She opened up and hoped he would take it easy on her. He did, sliding into her throat until her heard her gag. He pulled back out and she coughed, trying to get her breath back. He laughed, grabbing her head again and this time slamming his cock down her throat. Tears filled her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. She fought it, desperately trying to relax her throat to please him.

His cock pulsed on her tongue, her throat tightening around his swollen head as she swallowed. He fucked her face hard and fast, smiling at the pretty little slut on her knees so willing to take a stranger’s cock into her mouth. He was horny and didn’t last long, holding her head still as his pubic hair tickled her nose and she choked on his length. He exploded in her mouth, shooting ropes of thick cum into her. She swallowed frantically but there was too much and it oozed from her lips, dripping down her chin and landing on her white sweater. She wasn’t thinking of anything but swallowing his cum and she never swallowed anyone’s, not even her exes seed. He hated that about her, couldn’t understand why she would lick and suck his cock but refused to let him cum in her mouth. The one time he tried her, she ran to the bathroom and spit it in the toilet, cursing him for 15 minutes after.

The stranger finally pulled away and she kept her face down, looking at the spots of his cum that splattered her sweater. She hoped they didn’t stain but was thankful she wore white. He put his cock away and grabbed her hair, yanking her up. He then began undoing her jeans, roughly pulling the button and zipper and then yanking them down around her thick legs. She was standing in front of him wearing a pair of lace boy shorts. He spun her around and pushed her head down, her ass glaring at him as her panties slid between her cheeks.

He istanbul escort bayan caressed her bottom, his fingers rubbing over her pussy. He felt her soaked panties and knew she wanted to be fucked. He was an animal but not a rapist. He pulled her panties down and ran his fingers over her swollen pussy. Her juices coated him and he began pressing a single digit against her puckered asshole. She moaned, shaking her ass at him in hopes of getting fucked. He then pulled away and she heard him opening the package of plugs, taking one out and throwing it back onto the table.

He squirted lube over the smallest plug, pushing the tip against her ass. He told her to relax and to breathe slowly, his other hand rubbing her clit. He listened to her moans and as they grew louder, he pushed more and more of the plug into her ass. When her orgasm ripped through her, he gave the final push and had the entire plug fit snugly into her ass.

She had never felt anything like it. Pain coursed through her but it wasn’t as bad as she expected. When she came down from her orgasmic bliss, she shuddered, a feeling of fullness completing her. He helped her stand and then bent down to pull her panties and jeans back up. She fastened them and then turned to face the stranger, her eyes still cast down.

He explained the procedure for changing the plugs and told her to come back if she wanted help. He gave her his number, walked her back out front and threw her package into a bag before walking her to the door. She was relieved when they got to the door and no one was waiting for him to open back up. She would have died of embarrassment if someone was there and knew she was in the back being a dirty whore with a complete stranger.

Several weeks later she had mastered the changing of the plugs, having actually worked the largest plug into her tight asshole. She knew she would be able to take a cock with no problem and shuddered as she could only imagine the orgasms it would bring.

She turned around, still looking into the full length mirror, and bent slightly. She was checking to see if the pink gem would sparkle. She wasn’t going with the intent to flash anyone but if they saw, well then they saw. She was going with the intent to tease. The dress rode up slightly and if she bent down further then the gem was visible. It would have to work, she had nothing sluttier to change into. Jessie grabbed her phone and her keys and ran out of the house, jumping into the car and driving to the bar to join the Valentine’s Day crowd.

She sent Joshua a text earlier, Our bar tonight at 9. Please be there. Her heart was racing as she pulled into the parking lot. She scanned the cars and didn’t see his but then again she was early. She walked around the side of the building, well hobbled along the side, her four inch heels were a killer to walk in. She also didn’t want to walk through the restaurant. Going around the side would bring her in through the bar area and as soon as she turned the corner, all eyes were on her.

Her make up was dark, bright red lipstick accentuating her full lips. The dress was tight and her tits looked amazing in it while the shortness showed off her long, thick legs. She made her way to the bar, sitting in the far corner so she could watch everyone who came in. He wasn’t there yet.

The plug wiggled when she walked and pushed in deeper when she sat. The skirt barely remained under her ass to shield her from a cold stool. Her nerves were starting to get the best of her and she was shaking, her mind racing with doubt. Maybe she should just go home? She looked around to see plenty of couples snuggled together as they enjoyed their dinner and drinks. He probably had a date already, he was very good looking and she knew he had numbers of other girls.

Downing two beers very quickly, she had to pee. She slid off of the stool and asked the bartender to keep her seat for her. Walking through the crowd of couples, she kept her head down as she pushed the doors to the restaurant opened and walked into the dark hallway that led to the bathrooms.

“You look like a slut.” He growled.

His voice came from the dark corner near the bathroom. She looked but couldn’t see him. His hand reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. Jessie trembled, unsure of how he was taking this. She never saw him come in so she didn’t know how long he had been there watching her. She refused several drink offers and never talked to the men who approached her.

“I did it for you.” She said softly, her hands pressing against his chest. God he felt good, she had missed his strong body next to her.

“You dressed like a slut for me?!” He laughed. His voice sent chills over her body, her nipples growing even harder and her pussy dripping down her thighs.

“I wanted to please you, to turn you on. I wanted to prove to you that I changed.”

“So dressing like a whore and being in a bar without panties escort istanbul is proof? Are you wanting to get fucked by every guy here?”

“No! No, I do not but I watched your videos and saw what turns you on. You liked the gang bangs and the girls being forced to fuck or suck a lot of guys.” She was still whispering, her head down and tears welling in her eyes. This seemed to be going all wrong now.

“Jessica, those were videos, porn. It was shit to get me off because you wouldn’t fuck me. I didn’t want to share you with anyone. “

“You said I was frigid.”

“Fuck… you are. I couldn’t even touch your ass, cum in your mouth or fuck you in any other position but missionary.”

“Cum in my mouth… please. I need to taste you Joshua. I have been missing out on so much and I am sorry.”

Jessie then slipped around Joshua, pushing herself into the dark corner. She slid down the wall and began undoing his jeans. He growled but didn’t stop her so she kept going, reaching into his pants and pulling out his cock. She leaned forward and took it down her throat, not a single gag coming from her wet mouth. He was shocked, his hand grabbing her hair and pulling her away from him.

She smiled, thankful for the dark hallway. She wanted his cock back in her mouth so she pulled, his hands pulling her hair. She was soon rewarded as he let go and shoved his cock back into her mouth. He put his hands on the wall and sat still, watching her head bob up and down his cock. She was sucking like a pro and he was growling, his cum bubbling in his balls. Her hand went up and began grabbing at his ass, pushing him further down her throat. He felt her muscles tighten around him and he exploded in her mouth. She greedily swallowed every thick rope that he gave her, her lips sucking him for more.

He pulled away and put his cock back into his pants as she slid back up the wall. His hands went to her ass, pulling her body to his cock. He kissed her hard and deep, his tongue exploring her mouth and tasting his seed. He didn’t care, he needed to be inside of her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks, his fingers exploring, wanting to dive into her pussy, to feel the heat that was radiating from it. He felt the gem that was still in place, nestled in her tight little asshole.

“What in the hell is that?!” He growled.

“A butt plug. I wanted to give you something special.” She said, her teeth nibbling on his lower lip.

“And who have you let in your ass?”

“No one.”

“Fuck. Let’s go, now.”

He pulled away, grabbing her hand and dragging her behind him. They raced to her house where he pushed her against the door and drove his cock deep into her pussy, the thick glass plug rubbing against his cock and filling her more than she has ever been filled before. After a few minutes, he spun her around and pushed her over the chair, twisting and pushing and pulling on the thick plug and causing her to moan out as she arched her back and begged for his cock.

Joshua pulled the plug out and quickly replaced it with his thick cock, finally getting to fuck her asshole. He reached forward and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and slamming hard and deep inside of her. She slid her hand under her body, her fingers rubbing her clit as she came over and over again while he drove deep and hard into her asshole.

“I want to suck your cock again, baby…” She said between grunts, his cock splitting her open and filling her ass.

“But it’s been in your ass…”

“I don’t care, I am your dirty little slut, I will suck your filthy cock all of the fucking time just to have it in my mouth. Cum on my face, make me your cum slut.”

He pulled out of her ass and watched as she spun around and dropped to her knees. She didn’t bother taking off the little black dress, her lips wrapping around his thick pole and sucking him once again. She could taste her ass on him but didn’t care, she ached to feel his hot seed spray across her face.

The dress was up around her waist and she leaned back, her fingers working her hard clit, rubbing it over and over again as she came. He glanced down to see something sparkle. She smiled, leaning back and lifting the dress more so she could show him what she had the lady put above her dirty cunt. HIS CUM SLUT sparkled in little rhinestones across the top of her pussy. He smiled, giving his cock a final jerk and spraying her face and tits with his thick seed.

The white strings ran over her eyes and across her nose and lips, splattering the black dress as he decorated her huge tits. She screamed as she rocked through another orgasm, her other hand scooping his cum from her face and pushing it into her mouth.

They restarted their relationship that night, Valentine’s Day night. It was hotter and dirtier than she could ever imagine. They tried every position imaginable, fucking on everything in the house including the patio furniture outside in the backyard. He came all over her, pissed on her a few times and fucked her asshole raw while using the rubber cock to fill her pussy at the same time. She never wasted a drop of his seed, either rubbing it into her body or pussy or swallowing every drop. She was his dirty little slut, filthy and covered in sweat and cum.

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The Phone Rings

“Hey Anna, how’s it going?”

“Dan, wow. I’m great. I can hardly believe you called me. It’s been so long!”

“Years, i think. Much too long, if you ask me.”

“Haha, well, for good reasons.”

“True, true. So listen, i was calling to let you know that i’m headed to TestCon in Vegas this year. I know you have gone to those in the past and thought i’d see if you were headed to this one.”

“Oh my god, yes! I just registered last week. My boss wants me there to do some recruiting this year, and is paying for it all.”

“I am sooo glad to hear that, babe. I was really hoping this would work out.”

“Oh yeah, what exactly are you hoping for?”

“Hahaha, typical Anna, always claims to be shy but gets right to it. You, my dear, you. I am hoping to see you, as much as i can! To get right to the point, my company isn’t going to pay direct. They’re just giving me a cash stipend to cover most of the cost. I figured, if you were going, why not save money, time, and see all we want of each other by sharing a room?”

“…”

“I mean, if that sounds like a terrible idea. I understand. We could just meet up one evening for food or drinks and see each other at the Con.”

“No! No, i love it. I would love to share a room with you. I was just kind of in shock. I never thought… I mean, i thought you were over me. It’s been so long too. I figured you’d be married and off having kids by now.”

“Heh. Me too, well, about the family, not about being over you. Anna, i never got over you. I just wasn’t ready to give up my life or stay together long distance. And i thought it would be easier…”

“Wow.”

“I’m sorry, i was an idiot. I should have been honest.”

“Well, i forgive you, but fuck, you are an idiot! Hahaha”

“So you really want to do this?”

“Yes, no family yet for me either. No boyfriend, and never over you either, since we’re sharing about our feelings now.”

“I wish you could see the stupid-happy grin on my face right now.”

“Ok, but what is this? Are we getting together again? Or is this just for old times’ sake?”

“Well, you said you were doing some recruiting, right?”

“Yeah…?”

“Well, consider me a possible target. Things are fine here, but if things go well with us… I don’t know for sure what i want. I don’t know if rekindling us is a good idea. Let’s just say that i’m re-evaluating my priorities in life right now.”

“Wow.”

“And I desperately istanbul escort miss burying my face in those magnificent tits of yours!”

“Hahahaha. Fuck, i’ve missed having your face there too. And some other choice parts of you…”

“I think this is going to be a great weekend.”

“I certainly hope so.”

The Cab Door Opens

“Dannnn!!”

“Mmmm, Anna, it feels so good to have you in my arms again!”

“Hugs are great, but i expect to be kissed first from now on.”

“Haha, with pleasure, my lady!”

“Hey now, we’re in public, mister!”

“What, a guy can’t grab his girl’s ass in public now?”

“Oh, he can and he should, but not when it means lifting up her skirt to do it!”

“Don’t be silly, that’s the normal city rule. Here in Vegas, lifting the skirt is expected.”

“Hah, well, i guess i’m lucky i have panties on.”

“Aww, but if you didn’t, then i’d be the lucky one!”

“Hmph. You and the cab driver.”

“Hahaha. C’mon, let’s try that kiss again, then i’ll help carry your stuff to our room.”

“Mmmm, fuck, Dan. I’ve missed that. And yet it still feels as natural as breathing. We are good together, you know!”

“I have never forgotten it for a minute, Baby. Here, let me carry those.”

“Thanks, i’ll get the door. So what room are we in?”

“471. Ah, let’s take this elevator.”

“You know, Dan, when you keep making eyes at me like that, it gives a girl naughty thoughts.”

“Yeah? Tell me more!”

“I’m not sure they’re appropriate to say out loud.”

“I was hoping they weren’t! Of course, that won’t stop you from saying them.”

“Quite true. If you must know, i was thinking how nice it would be if i had your hands all over me instead of your eyes all over me.”

“Oh, i have plans to do that soon.”

“I was also thinking about what a shame it is that you still have clothes on.”

“It is warm in this elevator, maybe i should take some of them off.”

“Haha. Can’t wait to get to the room, eh?”

“I just keep thinking about how good it felt to squeeze that perfect ass of yours. It’s making things a bit…tight… in my pants.”

“Making things a bit wet in my panties too. Maybe you should give my ass another squeeze just to see what happens the second time?”

…

“Mmm, feels so good, Dan. What happened to just lifting my skirt?”

“That’s Vegas rules for sidewalks. In Vegas elevators, sliding hands inside the panties is still istanbul escort bayan totally appropriate.”

“Mmmm, that isn’t just my panties you’re inside.”

“Damn the rules, i just can’t fucking resist your pussy!”

“Oohh, fuck me, that feels so good…”

“I certainly do intend to fuck you, Anna, but maybe let’s get to our room first.”

“Mmm, this is our floor, shouldn’t we get out, oohhhh, fuck, Dan, let’s go. Mmm, maybe just a second more…”

The Room Door Shuts

“Strip for me.”

“Mmm, what no foreplay?”

“Strip for me, you naughty slut.”

“Mmm, fuck me, i always loved it when you talk like that.”

“Take off your fucking clothes, you hot bitch. And wiggle that sweet ass for me while you do.”

…

“Fuck, Anna, your ass is hotter than ever. Take your panties off slow and bend over with your ass toward me while you do.”

“You want to ride this ass, Dan?”

“I do and i will. Now turn around and step closer. That’s good. Take off your shirt, nice and slow.”

“Mmm, yes sir.”

“Good girl. Now lean forward and stick out those big tits for me while you unsnap that bra.”

“My pleasure, babe. Should i squeeze them together for you like this too?”

“Fuck, that’s hot, you little slut. Your tits are so fucking hot. Now get over here and unzip my pants. I want you to take my hard cock out.”

“Fuck yes, about time!”

“Uh-uh, you naughty bitch. Nobody said you could use your hands. Take my pants off with your teeth.”

“Mmmm, my pleasure.”

“You’re pretty good at that. Not your first time, is it?”

“You would know!”

“And never forget. Fuck, i’ve missed this. Now suck that hard cock, bitch. You know you want it.”

“Mm, mm, mm, mm, mmmm.”

“That’s it, woman, take it deep. Suck my cock like you haven’t had a cock in years. Oooohhhh, fuck, your lips feel so good sliding up and down my dick. Yes, good girl, finger that wet little pussy while i fuck your mouth. Makes you so horny, doesn’t it, Baby?”

“MMMMMM!!”

“Alright, you magnificent, cock-sucking goddess, i know you’d keep sucking until i pump every drop of my cum down your throat, but i want that tight pussy now.”

“Muh, muh!”

“You naughty, cum-hungry whore. You will do as you’re told. God damn, have i missed having a fistful of your dark, beautiful hair!”

“Aaahhh! Fuck, i love it when you pull my hair. Gah, fuck me now, Dan. If i can’t have that cock escort istanbul in my mouth, my pussy fucking wants it. Ow! Oh fuck yeah. Push me onto the bed harder. I’ve been naughty, haven’t i?”

“Damn right you have, now stick that ass up for me; time for your punishment.”

“Aaahhh! Fuck, that’s hot. Spank me harder!”

“Ahh, i’ll fucking spank you again when i’m up to the hilt inside you, bitch. Ohhhh, fuck, your pussy is so wet and tight, Baby. Mmmm, fuck.”

“Oooooohhh, mmmm, aaaahhh… harder, Dan, fuck me harder. AHH!! Yes, spank me like that, fuck that feels so fucking good with your cock inside me!!”

“Ah, ah, mm, mm, mm, mm, fuck i love watching my hard cock slide in and out of your pussy. Fuck, give me that hair again!”

“AAAAHHHHHHMMMMMMNNNNNOOOOHHHHHHH, FUCK, I’M CUMMING, FUCK, HARDER, FUCK MEEE!! AHHHHHHHHHOHHHHOHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“OHHHH, FUCK BABY, UNNNNNHHHHHHOHHHHMMMM!!”

The Bed Stops Rocking

“Oh, Dan, that was so hot. Fuck. No, don’t pull out, let’s just lay here and spoon. I want to feel our bodies together a little longer. Nooo, c’mon!”

“Uh, uh, Baby. I want more. I won’t rest until i’ve had my fill of that sweet pussy again. I can smell it from here, and if i don’t get a good, long taste, i’ll never be satisfied. But first, those tits are begging to be kissed and licked and sucked.”

“Ohhhh, fuck that feels good. Yes, Dan, bite my nipples too.”

“Hahah, i almost forgot the way you liked that. Hard, but not too hard. Mmmm, fuck those are so fun.”

“OHHHH, YES. MORE!”

“Mmmn, mmm.”

“Ahhh, that’s so fucking good. So fucking AHHHHH long OOHHH!!”

“Pussy eating time, bitch, nipples are mmm mmm fun, but i really want. Some. of. This. Mmmm.”

“OH!! Uhnnnnn, mmmm, fuck.”

“Squeeze those tits for me while feast, baby!”

“Ugh, don’t fucking stop like that again, i’ll worry about my tits!”

“Hahaha, want more. Of. this. Do you?”

“Oh, fuck yes, please lick my pussy more!”

“I’m sorry, i couldn’t hear you. I was busy. Doing. This.”

“MMMM, FUCK YES! Eat my pussy, Dan, lick my clit. Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yes. Mmmm, mmmmm, MMMMMMMMOHHHHHHAHHAHAHAAAAA!! OH GOD, FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK!!”

…

“OH FUCK! Ok, ok, that’s too MUCH! OH FUCK, AHHHH!! Hahahaaha! I. CAN’T. STOP. GIGGLING!”

“Mmmmm, fuck i love the way your pussy tastes, the way it feels to run my tongue up and down it’s lips, around that delicious clit. I love tasting my cum mixed with it, knowing i’m eating out a woman i have thoroughly fucked.”

“Oh, fuck me, i forgot how good at that you were… Now, please, come snuggle me. Press your body against me, so i can feel your heat.”

“With pleasure, my love, with pleasure.”

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You know, thinking back to my time with Raquel I always seem to come away with a smile on my face and an erection in my jeans. That girl could make a dead man cum.

I was so sure she was the woman of my dreams, that she and I would spend the rest of our lives together. But that dream died just as fast as it was born. You see, she had problems, a lot of problems. She drank, she drove drunk, she took pills, she even tried to kill herself. And through all that, I stayed by her. She would dry out, she was great, she was loving, she was lucid and intelligent, and then she would go off the deep end again.

And those episodes were ugly and they occurred quite often. But I saw her for what she could easily become. The only thing stopping me from caring for her was the simple fact that I was already married.

My marriage was a farce, but I was faced with quite a dilemma. My wife made great money and we enjoyed a very comfortable lifestyle, while the real love of my life kept trying to self-destruct.

Then Raquel left. She vanished. One of her girlfriends and I tried for months to locate her, to no avail. And then one day, she called me. My heart leaped with joy, and I almost cried. Finally!! But she still sounded troubled. She had relocated to another state to enter some rehab facility (like there are no good ones around here!!) and she was trying to clean herself up. She was still a mess, but she assured me constantly that she was trying. But she offered up no hope of returning to me, and I was not about to abandon my current lifestyle for someone who was going to kill herself or someone else because she hadn’t completely healed herself.

This charade played on for months. Now out of rehab, she hooked up with some guy who I envisioned treated her like shit, and she “vowed” that she was not in love with him, but she was not leaving him anytime soon.

This killed me.

She said she loved me, but she transplanted herself 1,000 miles away and was now living with a guy she didn’t love and had no intentions of leaving him. Fast forward a few months of our “pen pal” relationship, and now she’s going to be back in the area for some family function and she wants to see me. Now here I am being a little cautious and a little excited at the same time. My Raquel is coming to see me, and now I can assess her progress as a person for myself in person.

But the meeting is strained. She’s a little distant, she’s a little restrained in her conversation and I’m like a little kid inside just to be sitting with her. We end up back at her family’s house, alone, and we’re talking and I end up kissing her. She shares her tongue with me and I eagerly and gladly accept it. But that is short lived as her mom walks in and disrupts my time with my Raquel. I guess I gotta go now.

And after I left, she left, back to her live-in who indeed treated her like shit, forcing her to live in a locked bedroom all day every day. She tells me she is safe, but I don’t believe her. And now I’m being forced to make the decision to leave everything I have to be with her, a woman I’ve spent 4 hours with in the last 2 ½ years! She gets the picture and bam! She moves in with another guy!! Out of the blue!! As one of my friends put it, she’s just sucking some guy’s dick to keep a roof over her head. Well then so be it!! Now for my revenge!!

I have this dream….one where Raquel calls me after months of ignored emails and phone calls trying to get her to rethink our relationship (one friend kept asking me why I would want her back after leaving me and ignoring me, and I replied: “Because I love her so very much!”). Raquel explains that her latest boyfriend came home drunk one night and after trying to rape her in their own bed, he finally gave up and resorted to beating the shit out of her. Two black eyes, a broken nose and a broken wrist was what it took to call me and tell me she was coming back to this area and she missed me!! She missed istanbul escort me!!

After countless emails ignored and numerous phone calls dumped into voice mail only to be erased later on and now she misses me. Well, I missed her too.

So I tell her we need to meet. She asked about my wife, but we have already separated because I can’t live with someone who does not love me. She sounds excited, that maybe there’s a new roof over her head in her immediate future.

We agree she is to come over to my new apartment, but imagine my surprise when she actually shows up at my front door with three suitcases and two cat carriers and an $87.00 cab fare! I ask her what’s all this but she blows the question off by jumping into my arms and sobbing uncontrollably.

“I’m so sorry I ever doubted your love for me, but I’m here to tell you that I plan to make up for all the lost time between us. You were right, we WERE meant to be together, and I’m hoping…praying that you’ll forgive me and tell me that you still love me. Please?”

I step over to the dining room table and pick up my glass of wine and take a huge sip. I start thinking;Here’s my chance! This little bitch jerked me around for years and NOW she’s begging forgiveness.

I place the wine glass down, walk to her, put my arms around her waist and pull her to me. I look deep into her eyes and say to her; “Raquel, I’ve waited so long for this moment. You can’t imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this opportunity. Of course I forgive you, if that’s what it takes to have you back into my life, and I hope forever this time. I’m not letting you go.”

She starts to tear up a little (boy, she’s good!) and starts kissing me all over my face, thanking me profusely and vowing that she’ll be the perfect mate, great sex, exquisite meals, a loving and devoted woman, yada, yada, yada…

I tell her to leave the bags where they are, I scoop her up into my arms, and I carry her into the bedroom. I gently place her into the middle of my king-sized bed and stand back to admire the view.

She’s still gorgeous. Standing 5′-5″ tall, light brown hair, about 135 lbs, decent sized tits, nice ass, but great legs and a sexy smile tell me she’s the same girl I fell in love with how many years ago. I take off my shoes and lay down next to her, sliding my hand under her head, cradling it gently. I look into her eyes once more, lean in and give her the best kiss I’ve got. She returns it in spades, her tongue seeking an opening. I accommodate her and soon our tongues are dueling and we are now starting to move around on the bed trying to get into a perfect position to get at each other without breaking the kiss.

I reach up and gently place my hand upon her left breast, feeling first the quality of the bra she has on (She always wore the sexiest bras and panties!). I also feel her nipple protruding as if trying to peek through the bra, through the shirt and out into the open. I slide my hand over to begin unbuttoning her shirt, thus giving me access to her tits. Her bra is beautiful. I break off our kiss and begin planting soft kisses on her neck and work my way down into her cleavage. Her head arches back and she lets out a soft moan, approving of my assault on her. I pull her bra up and expose her left tit, and all those beautiful memories of nights prior rush into my head.

I kiss my way over to that beautiful mound of flesh and gently roll my tongue over the entire tit, making sure I purposefully avoid contact with her nipple. She squirms a little, trying to align her nipple with my mouth, but I’m not letting her run this show. My tongue bathes her chest with slight traces of my saliva, gently tickling her in the process. Her knee is working my cock pretty good by now, but I’m focusing on her tits for the time being. I finally latch onto her nipple, gently nipping it with my front teeth, which elicits a deep throaty moan from her. Her left hand istanbul escort bayan is holding my head firmly against her tit while her right hand is massaging my back.

I continue my sucking of her nipple and now my left hand id smoothing over the mound between her legs though her jeans. I can easily feel the heat emanating from her pussy as she moans her approval. She is now writhing on the bed as I search for and find the button on her jeans and undo it easily. I ease the zipper down and feel inside. I am instantly rewarded with the familiar feel of lace as I palm her panties and slide my hand up and down over the mound directly above her pussy.

As my hand progresses further down, I can feel just how wet she has become and her heat is impressive. I slip my hand under the waistband of her panties, first feeling a long, narrow strip of pubic hair. I follow the strip right to her clit. Her moans are louder now, and her breathing has become quicker and deeper. I rise up onto my knees between her legs and try to slide her jeans down her legs, but they are tight. She lifts her ass off the bed to help me get her pants off and as they slide off, her panties come with them.

Her pussy comes into view and I am amazed as I have never seen a pussy as pretty as Raquel’s. Soft pink folds of moist, silky smooth skin greet me like no other sight I’ve ever witnessed. When she is devoid of pants and panties, she scoots up on the bed so that she is now semi-reclining against the pillows and against the headboard. She bends her legs at the knees and spreads her legs apart, displaying her pussy to me, remembering its stranglehold it once held on me. I bend back down, slide both my hands under her ass and begin to kiss and tongue her bellybutton and the immediate area around it.

I start to drag my tongue down her belly to her strip of fuzz. Her hands are now urging my head lower, but I do resist a little at first. My chin starts to drag itself against her clit and she is now lifting her pelvis up to grind herself against my face. I allow this to continue for some time, but I have other plans for her. I lift my head up, and peek between her legs up to her pouty face.

“I’ll be right back. Need anything?”

Raquel responds with a crybaby-like moan and says; “Just you, baby.”

I go into the dining room and get 2 glasses and the open bottle of wine and return to the bedroom. Raquel is now lying on the bed completely naked and very slowly running her hand over her pubic mound and giving me her sexiest look. I set the glasses and wine down on the nightstand, and begin to remove my shirt. My pants come off and my boxers slide down my legs, revealing my semi-erect cock. Raquel licks her lips and rolls on the bed so that she is now within inches of my cock. She reaches her hand our and wraps it around my cock, gently sliding it back and forth, milking it. Her hand feels exquisite. Soft, smooth and gentle, I am reaching full erection now as Raquel runs a fingernail along the underside of my cock, driving me insane, but I refuse to let her see her effects on me. I merely look down to watch her as she leans forward and gently licks the head of my cock, leaving a slight trail of her saliva glistening in the soft bedroom light.

She continues her ministrations on my cock, alternating between licking and sucking, each time taking more and more into her mouth. I’m not the biggest guy in the world, about average in length and girth, but Raquel can take all of me and then some without limitation. She is now giving it her all. I swear she is trying to bypass any pleasure and is just trying to suck the cum directly from my balls as if she has other plans for later that night.

I start thinking about other things, distracting me from her talented mouth so that I am the one in charge of the evening’s events. After several more minutes of Raquel making me harder than I’ve been in years, I gently stop escort istanbul her and drink some of the wine. I offer the other glass to Raquel and she takes a healthy sip and places the glass down on the table.

I take a little of the wine in my glass and pour it onto Raquel’s pussy, not caring that it splashes onto the sheets. I put the glass down, bend over and absolutely devour her pussy with complete abandon.

She throws her head back and moans loudly; “Oh my God, Chris, Yes!!! Make me cum, PLEASE!!!” I keep alternating between sucking her clit and licking her outer lips while my index finger finds her G-spot and flicks back and forth over it, thus driving her insane.

Three more minutes of this and Raquel is over the edge, cumming loudly with many “Oh my God”s jumbled into one very long sentence. She eventually pushes my head and hand away, telling how overly sensitive she is getting and she can’t take it anymore.

I rise up onto my knees, move closer to Raquel, lean forward and kiss her deeper that I ever have before. All the love I ever had for that woman is behind that kiss and I truly believe she knows that.

While the kiss continues, I align my cock to the drenched opening of Raquel’s pussy and slide easily into her. We both moan in unison as I slide myself in and out of her, each time reaching new depths. Raquel locks her ankles behind my back and rises up to meet each thrust I give her. I lean forward again and kiss her deeply, she telling me how much she loves me while I am sucking on her lower lip.

I am now pile-driving into her pussy, jerking myself off with her moist vaginal walls and banging hard against her clit with each lunge into her. We’re both gasping for breath, perspiring profusely and each one is anticipating the other’s impending orgasm.

Raquel suddenly announces that she is cumming, digging her beautiful long fingernails deep into my back and ass. The sight and sound of her orgasm is enough to make me cum and I bury my cock deep within her, feeling each spurt of semen shoot through me and into her. What feels like a never-ending volley finally subsides and I slowly get softer inside Raquel.

I roll to the left of her and lean over to kiss her one more time.

“Oh my God, Chris, that was absolutely incredible. I have not had an orgasm in months and you really made it wonderful for me tonight.”

I look at her, lean up onto one elbow and reach across her to get my glass of wine. I take the last sip out of the glass, place it back down on the table and say; “Get out. Get the fuck out of my house right fucking now.”

Raquel is stunned and at a loss for words.

“You heard me, bitch, get the fuck out. Take your fucking cats and your Wal-Mart-fucking wardrobe and hit the fucking bricks. If you think you can suck and fuck your way back into my life after ignoring my love for you for so long, you ARE crazy.”

Raquel tries to interrupt me with her meager pleas for forgiveness and another chance, but I stand firm.

“I am so tired of begging you for a little recognition for the love I had to offer you, while you kept moving in with one guy after another. And after none of them worked out in your favor, and nowhere else to turn, you finally decide to look me up. And for what? A week, maybe a month, and then off to another guy to suck and fuck in exchange for a warm bed and a roof over your head? GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT FUCKING NOW! And don’t you ever call me again, bitch”!

That was two years ago. I’m living with a real woman now, one whom I can trust when she says she loves me. One who doesn’t mind that my cock is of average proportion. A woman who looks at me with loving eyes whether I’m being sincere or sarcastic, loving or playful.

On the other hand, Raquel is getting her well-earned punishment. She says she is with a guy who “makes me happy” Well, good for you, bitch. I hope you live to be 127 with ‘a guy who makes you happy’. I loved you like no one else possibly could. I still fucking do. But no, you wanted to play games, wanted all of it your way or no way. Well, you got it. And I hope it follows you to your grave knowing what you could’ve had but chose to ignore.

Adios, Raquel, and good fucking riddens!!

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In some way, our plan had worked the way we intended it. The whole crowd in the pool was just so busy giving in into carnal pleasures, they never saw us, the initiators of this sex feast, leave together. We headed for a nice and cozy sauna room. For good measure, we brought our towels along, put them right over our shoulders. I was starting to like showing my rod to everyone. I was getting baffled stares from the guys and flattering looks and giggles from female passersby. But little did they know that I didn’t feel in control of that thing: I was actually on the edge of a huge orgasm and if they had provoked me any further, as I’m sure they would have like to, I wouldn’t have lasted long enough for them.

You walked ahead of me, sauntering again in that confident way of yours, swaying your hips and beckoning me with your ass. As we got further along the paths, you went further ahead, indicating to me to stay back a little bit. I remembered we agreed that you would go into the sauna first and come right out if you didn’t deem it suitable for our little experiment.

You saw the same one as I did, the little cabin that was set back behind the shrubs, half built underground. The sign said it was a geothermal sauna, a sort of dry sauna that’s considerably hotter than the average saunas that have a conventional heat source.

You peeked in and shot me a quick dirty glance before closing the door. I stood outside, all casual, whistling, waiting. I looked down at my shaft and examined it: I wondered how long had I been hard like this. Heck, I wondered when, of all my life, had I stayed hard for this long. I was seeing black dots in front of me; my brain definitely lacked blood to think rationally.

Since you couldn’t go too far in this small cabin, I imagined a good 15 seconds was plenty of time for you to draw a verdict and take position to wait for me to come in.

I opened the door, let my eyes get accustomed to darkness, long enough to see there was in fact no one else. And there you were, indeed: I could discern you in a faint orange glow, coming from underneath the platforms. You were laid back against the wall and had your legs spread: you were propped up on an elbow, and you were rubbing your pussy with your available hand. Your eyes were half-closed and you licked your lips: you looked like you were having some good fun already. I froze on the spot, dumb-founded, and I swore I felt my cock shoot up a glob of pre-cum. I whimpered in pain, feeling as though my cock was about to burst. It was sheer torture knowing that I had to go according to the plan and take a seat all the way across the room, not being able to touch you.

I turned around and crawled up the platforms in the cabin. I sat down on my towel in a dark corner, wondering if you could even see me. I leaned back against the wall and proceeded with watching you naked while I jerked off. My palms were already sweaty and I instantly felt that the blood in my hand was boiling. It made it feel as if I was inside you, inside your cunt. I was on the edge of orgasm, so I just made it last longer by just grazing my member, waiting for somebody to come in and join the fun.

We lost track of time. The heat and humidty in here made us almost doze off, but the horniness kept us going. It was a complete, muffled silence that replenished our energy and relaxed our brains and muscles, though we were hypnotizing ourselves with the masturbation, filling ourselves with libido and lust, primal desires of sex that made us reconnect to a distant animal nature, opening up shakras towards a pinnacle of pleasure, or whatever. I felt drunk, and I probably was, seeing the way my train of thought went.

I tickled my corona just to bring myself to the edge, then let go. I gasped every time, feeling the hairs of my neck stand up… Shit, I could do this all day, it was incredible. When I didn’t squeeze it to then go up and down, I would make tiny circles with my index at this junction spot underneath my cock, where it was most sensitive, bringing me closer to orgasm.

I was watching how you were using the same care as I did while you stroked your pussy. You were going slow, and quiet, biding your time, messing with your clit, and you would alternate by inserting two fingers in yourself, making your body rock back and forth slowly and your tits follow suit. I would watch you lick your lips with a smack, building up a major thirst inside of you. Your eyebrows were bouncing up and down on your forehead, depending which part of your body you were soliciting. All I could hear in the room was your scattered istanbul escort breathing and the wet sounds of your fingers going in and out of you. In and out, caressing your hot slit. Further in, then out again, while waiting for someone. You were the bait. We were being proactive, doing two things at once. My God, were you a sight to behold!

The door creaked suddenly, pulling us from our reverie with a blast of sunlight. Blinded by it, we squinted, trying to make out who was there. Most likely, they could see what we were doing (and that, we didn’t stop) but we could only tell there was one person, a man, standing there. While he was getting his eyes used to darkness, we had to let our own eyes get back too. In time, we saw that he was naked, and already sporting a solid erection. I wondered what he was up to…

He saw that you were quite busy with yourself, so he must have taken it as an invitation and sat next to you. It was still fairly dark in here and I wasn’t able to discern his features, other than a decent large cock standing shamelessly straight up. He was grinning from ear to ear and with reason: you were giving quite the show. He didn’t say anything and locked his eyes on you. I even wondered if he knew I was here, back in the dark corner.

You returned his smile, but with difficulty since you were going through a very laborious process. In a split second, you shot me a look and seized his engorged erection. You wanted that toy in your hand while you kept pleasuring yourself. He replied by cupping your boobs hungrily, tweaking your nipples. As if you weren’t on fire already, you instantly felt a new-found thrill that made your heart race.

I was dumbfounded. I was watching you fool around with another man, yet I was stuck to my seat, seemingly not wanting to react. Instead, I just kept rubbing my shaft absent-mindedly. My leg started shaking nervously. This happens to me every time we try something new together, or every time you get close to me, wearing something unbelievably sexy; like that time you took off your bra from underneath your shirt as we got off the ferry. I would just feel this extreme excitement, this jubilation when I feel that a fantasy of mine comes to life. I was feeling just like that night I snuck out of my bedroom when I was young to go watch dirty movies with static on my T.V. So I realized, watching you getting groped by this guy while you stroked his cock was turning me on beyond belief.

Your wet pussy was ready for action: it was glistening in the dim light of the room. Without any power to hold yourself anymore, you stood up suddenly and presented your naked body to the stranger, only to go back next to him just as quick, but in a kneeling position, so you were now offering him your hot crotch. You were purring like a cat tripping on catnip. Our stranger friend wasn’t grinning so much anymore. He must have been taken aback by your boldness, but still took on the challenge. He didn’t even look my way before taking position, confirming that he definitely didn’t suspect there was someone else in here, especially not your husband.

He began inspecting you, rubbing your back and kneading your ass, like a baker would, preparing your body for his. He slapped his turgid cock a few times against your ass, then aimed it for your opening. All the while, you were watching me above your shoulder, reassuring me, imploring me to watch and share your pleasure. Then he went in, and you closed your eyes under the assault. He started penetrating you slowly as he grunted, somewhat breaking the silence in the room. He thrusted his hardness in and out of you, consistently. He stretched you far and wide. I would see his length moving out of you for what seemed like forever, giving good clues on how it felt inside you. Then he pushed back in, making you moan openly. You were almost drooling on the bench. Your tits were swaying under you after each of his thrusts, hypnotizing me, fueling my masturbation. He kept going at it, alternating his pace, and I was here, wanking, starting to feel a little jealous, like I wanted a piece of the fun too.

Suddenly, the door creaked open again. An explosion of sunlight came in the room, but apparently not strong enough to distract the guy and stop him from fucking you. From what I could tell through squinted eyes, I was seeing a woman this time, with a silhouette to die for. She was naked, and meaty breasts were jutting up front, a juicy rear-end was bouncing out in the back, supported by thick and juicy thighs. I heard her say:

‘Oh…There you are!’

The istanbul escort bayan guy turned around, grinned again, and just shrugged in response. He looked like he just got caught with his hands in the cookie jar. She must have been looking at you, because you gave her a little wave, laughing, seemingly too happy to even feel guilty, or to stop fucking with her boyfriend. Only then did I realize you must have seen her somewhere before… Then it clicked. The couple from the steam bath! I thought. She was the girl with the ginger hair that watched our steamy make-out session with boiling envy, while there was another couple having sex at the other end of the room.

Sure enough, she tapped her boyfriend’s shoulder and headed in my direction. I wanted to look horny and have someone walk in on me while I was masturbating too, just like you did, so I kept going on my cock as she climbed up the platforms towards me. She bent over as she got closer to the ceiling and her big tits would just start dancing in the dark. I imagined her eyes were not accustomed yet to the darkness as she only acknowledged my presence when she felt me, when her hand landed on my thigh. She gasped a little and giggled, as she moved a little bit to my left.

‘Oops, sorry!’ she whispered.

She sat down quietly, and I was still stroking my member, but I was now watching her. I wanted to make sure she recognized us… So I waited. I felt that she was looking at you, getting fucked doggystyle by her boyfriend. Silence… Then, out of the dark, I heard her whisper:

‘Having fun?’

‘You bet, I am. I’m watching your boyfriend fuck my wife.’

She laughed softly at my reply. She remained quiet for some time, holding back the questions that burned her lips, but still biding her time. The guy had turned his head, realizing that his girlfriend wasn’t alone. He must have been intrigued by my presence, as he slowed down his pace. Though you were laughing, all too aware of the situation. You pushed your ass against his cock, reminding him that you were there too and incredibly horny. The sudden rise of volume in the conversation had made us drift off from our semi slumber, and you now felt like externalizing your pleasure out in the open.

‘Please, keep fucking me…’

All this watching was now driving me towards madness more than anything else, and I needed to get my mind off my own pending, imminent orgasm for a bit. Just to give you a little show of my own, I breathed in, and started caressing my neighbor’s thigh, hot and sweaty. Reflexively, she parted her knees invitingly, giving room for my hand to crawl further up her inner thigh. My long fingers took no time in finding her moist sex. It felt like she was enjoying the show as well. My whole body tensed up at the sensation of a new vagina and I groaned instantly as my shaft oozed out more pre-cum.

Reluctantly, I turned my back to you and I kneeled between her legs. Her sex was modestly trimmed and I could tell it was glistening, ready. I looked up and I saw her gaze between her tits, lustful and longing. I dove right in and started probing her cunt with my two fingers while I lapped away at her clit through her soft curly hairs. The sudden attack startled her as she threw her head back, moaning, and grabbed my hair to give me a pace. I pleasured her folds and indulgently drank her lubrification, which felt fresh and peppery on my tongue. Sure, she held my head back to slow down my mouth from stroking her swollen clitoris, but my fingers were going at it fervently, making her pussy squelch like the pulp of a fruit.

‘Oh God, yes, just like that. Hnnggggg!!’

You were getting pretty vocal back there. The boyfriend was slapping against your ass, grunting a good deal, covered in sweat.

‘I’m going to cum, mmmmmmh, keep going, keep going!’

‘Yeah, baby, said the boyfriend. Look at that, honey. Do you like how I’m fucking that girl’s pussy?’

The redhead didn’t say anything and sort of looked away, maybe too busy with finding her own orgasm. Your yelps weren’t constant anymore and they had now reached an unprecedented pitch. You squealed and I could hear your voice shaking. You were climaxing. I turned around, while I kept fingering my partner, and I saw your entire body shake. The guy had reached under you to tweak your hardened nipples. He stabilized you by grabbing your ass with his other hand. He started yelling inaudible words and his face took on a twisted grimace.

‘Oh yeah, there we go!’

He pulled out, stroked his cock rapidly as it spewed out generous escort istanbul globs of jizz against the wall, and all over your back and ass. He laughed hysterically as he did so. You were still face down on your towel, trying to take cover from the rain of cum, still managing to regain your own senses. I was stupefied at how powerful that guy’s orgasm looked.

The boyfriend got up, bug-eyed, and shook his head, obviously trying to regain composure. He stumbled, looking for balance, and spoke inaudibly again.

‘Wow!’ He yelled. ‘I need some fresh air. Ahah! That was… incredible. Whew! Thanks!… Hey, I’ll wait for you outside, honey.’

I thought he was a bit rude to just leave you like that. He reached out and patted his girlfriend’s thigh, an inch away from my face… and he was out the door. And for a second there, it looked like she was shaking her head and trying to force out a smile in response. Was she embarrassed? One thing was sure, she frowned and adorned an imploring expression again. I resumed licking her clitoris and I could hear her moaning again. My fingers were clawing softly at the roof of her slick vagina, where it is said that the G spot could be. Maybe she was more sensitive to it.

I heard you walk over and kneel directly behind me, leaning your burning body against mine, your breasts pressing up against my back. This was the kind of contact that could launch my orgasm without even touching my cock. It was just so sexy, so stimulating. But I held back, like a champion. I breathed in and focused further on my task at hand, trying not to faint. I could feel your hot breath as you kissed down my neck and I knew you were watching me eat that girl’s pussy, trusting that I would satisfy her the same way I satisfied you. She moaned and squealed, she bit her lip and rocked her pelvis against my face: she played along very well, knowing that she was having sex with your husband.

Now driven to end this before I went mad, I kissed your hand that held my shoulder and pulled myself higher up in front of the redhead so that my pelvis met hers. My sizzling, furious rod twitched and throbbed in the darkness, just asking to get in. She had opened her eyes when she felt my mouth leaving her, and she looked at us both, wondering What next?

Out of respect for her, and not wanting to go beyond the bounds of consent, I studied her expression for a sign of what to do next.

But you took the matters in hand, and aimed my aching erection for her cave, pushing my pelvis forward with your own.

She sucked in her breath, arched her back and let out a big yelp. Her eyes shot wide open, taken aback by the assault, maybe also surprised at how different my cock felt inside of her. Still, she welcomed me and started following my rhythm as I went back and forth into her, thrusting faster on my way in. It felt so good, so mysterious and thrilling at the same time, and I fucked her more ardently. I felt like an athlete giving all I could to race those last crucial meters. I wanted to cum so bad I could scream and yet everything in me knew I had to keep going. I pushed all I could with all my length and came back out again just as quick, giving her perpetual friction, maximum ecstasy.

I reached out behind me and grabbed your ass, imposing you to push against me, making you take a part in pleasuring the redhead. I thrashed and grunted like the beast that you were trying to tame by kissing soothingly in the neck. I pushed in when you pushed me: we were fucking her together. Her magnificent breasts were bobbing around, splashing sweat on to me. Then, she squealed even higher and started flicking her clit in front of me. She squinted her eyes hard and her whole body curled up in a ball. And she climaxed and wailed, and wailed, yet the structure of the sauna was such that the sound was muffled in a perfectly controlled acoustic, resonating in our bodies like a tuning fork. My eyes burned and as I felt tears run down my face, I pulled out and my member landed on her pelvis. Then the whole cosmos rushed out of me in a deafening sound. I couldn’t speak, or scream, and even if I could, or did, I couldn’t have heard myself over the sound of this torrent of blood soaring in my ears. My cock started gushing jizz around like a loose hose. As you watched my orgasm, completely astounded, you were holding my hands behind my back.

‘Pleeease, somebody, touch it! Jerk it, please!’ I screamed.

The redhead obliged, grabbed my cock and coaxed out what was left at all in my balls. I was shaking and convulsing, my dick almost slipped out of her hand. My tremors lasted for god knows how long, then subsided as my body turned more and more limp. I crashed against the redhead, feeling her abdomen heaving.

I was winding down, slowly, high on endorphins. I heard her chuckle:

‘Whew! That was fun… hey, is anyone hungry?’

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The next day, a Saturday, Tommy and Chris were playing guitars again in the common room of Chris’s dorm. It was around noon, and it was a grey, overcast, rainy April day in Missouri.

“How was the show last night, Chris?” Tommy asked his friend.

“It was rocking, dude, rocking. Too much fun. How was the drive? Did you get caught in that storm?”

“Yeah, that storm hit us around Wentzville, really hard, had to pull over and wait it out a bit. That’s one cool girl, that Lauren. We had a great time driving, talking, you know, kicking it. She’s chill. I’m supposed to call her today.”

“Oh yeah? Right on. You could knock on her door. She lives right down the hall.”

“Good call. I’ll go down and ask her if she wants to get some lunch in a bit. I’ll be right back.” He left his guitar with Chris and wandered down the hall, looking at the names on the doors, till he found the door that read: “Lauren McCain.” There was another girl’s name on the door, a “Kitty Harris.” Tommy knocked on the door. There was no reply. He knocked again. Still nothing.

Suddenly, from down the hall, came Lauren’s voice: “Tommy! Oh my God, what are you doing here?” She was coming from the women’s rest room, with another girl, about the same height, but a brunette. They both had wet hair and wore only towels wrapped around their lithe frames, and each carried a plastic basket full of shower stuff.

“I was jamming with Chris over there and I thought you might want to get lunch or something in a while,” Tommy explained.

“That sounds great,” Lauren said. “Oh, this is my roommate Kitty.”

Kitty extended a hand, letting her towel fall a bit and flashing him some of her cleavage. Tommy shook it. “Nice to meet you,” Kitty said, and opened the door and walked into her room.

“Hey, my friend Jenni is supposed to meet me for lunch today. We should all go together. We were gonna go downtown if it ever stops raining. Bring Chris, too. It’ll be a party,” Lauren said. She leaned up onto her toes and kissed Tommy on the lips. “I’ll be out in a little while, okay?”

“Cool,” Tommy said. “I’ll be in the commons.”

“See you soon,” she said, and walked into her room. Tommy caught a glimpse of a very naked Kitty, and of Lauren removing her towel, before the door was shut. Tommy shook his head, headed back to the commons.

“You should have lunch with us. She’s bringing a friend,” Tommy told Chris as he picked up his guitar.

“Sure, sounds good to me,” Chris said. They jammed for a while on “Hard to Handle” and finished it up after Lauren and Kitty came and sat down on an adjacent sofa. They looked good today. They were a hot pair. Each wore a pair of tight blue jeans, sneakers, and a tight little tee shirt that showed off their sexy bellies. The shirts were both white. Kitty’s had red flames writing across her tits that read: “Naughty” with a little cute devil tail on the Y. Lauren’s shirt read: “Nice” across her tits in blue cursive writing. They had both put their hair up in pigtails.

“You guys should keep playing. We’re still waiting for Jenni,” Lauren said. Tommy and Chris shrugged, played another song before Lauren’s cell phone rang. “She’s outside,” Lauren said.

“Where are we going for lunch?” Tommy asked, packing his guitar in its case.

“We were gonna go downtown, but it’s too rainy to walk,” Kitty said.

“I can drive us,” Tommy offered. They all decided that was a good idea. Chris stashed his guitar in his room, and they left. They found Jenni in the dorm lobby. She was a cute little brunette, with a cute smile and shining eyes. Introductions were made, and the five of them ran out to Tommy’s car and climbed in. It was only a few blocks to a little diner for lunch. They sat in a booth that was made for four. Tommy found himself happily squeezed between Lauren and Jenni, and Chris and Kitty sat across from them. They ate greasy food and shot the shit for a while as the rain came down, pitter-pattering on the windows next to them. After a while, it was getting towards evening. There was talk of going to parties, but no one was very enthusiastic. Somebody suggested a movie, somebody else thought they should get trashed. They eventually decided to rent a movie and get some beer for the evening, and they would crash at Tommy’s to watch the movie, drink the beer, and smoke a lot of pot, which Tommy said he was happy to share. Since they were spending the night, the girls wanted to get some things before getting alanya escort to Tommy’s. So he drove them all back to their dorms. Chris got his guitar, a pillow, and a change of clothes. It took Lauren and Kitty a bit longer, but they soon came, each carrying a duffel bag. Tommy drove them all over to Jenni’s dorm. She was up to her room and back in a snap, and then they were off. Tommy was the only one who was 21, so he bought the beer, three twelve packs, each one different, all microbrews. They rented “Jimi Plays Berkeley,” a DVD of Jimi Hendrix’ classic May 1970 Berkeley, California performance, spliced with footage of the student riots that were going on just before the show. They got to Tommy’s. Everyone was happy to spend the night, since Tommy didn’t want to drive anywhere all drunk and stoned.

It was getting dark outside, and raining harder now. Beers were opened, a joint rolled and lit and passed around as the movie started. Tommy had a sofa, a recliner, and a huge bean bag chair. The bean bag chair was pushed up against the sofa and the recliner. Chris took a seat in the recliner. Kitty lounged on the bean bag chair. Jenni sat behind Kitty, rubbing out kinks in Kitty’s shoulders. Tommy and Lauren sat on the other end of the sofa, cuddling.

They started the movie. They paused it halfway through, between songs, so everyone could get another beer. Chris rolled up another fat joint, it was passed around in a circle, Chris to Kitty to Tommy to Lauren to Jenni and to Chris again. They smoked it down, and everyone was feeling pretty mellow. After the movie, they ordered a pizza delivery, smoked another joint, popped in one of Tommy’s DVDs, “The Princess Bride.” More beers with pizza, a fourth joint passed around in a circle.

By this time, it was late, and everyone was pretty well messed up. Nobody wanted to watch anymore movies. Tommy flipped on a strong blacklight and killed the regular lights, and the room was glowing in neon from posters on the walls. He set some things to spinning and a small mirrorball worked some magic. The room was alive in color and light. More beers were drunk. Lauren was taking hits off the battie, a glass hashpipe was being smoked. Kitty wandered off to find the bathroom, and came back ten minutes later, after wandering into Tommy’s bedroom and discovering his porn DVDs. She brought one back and popped it in, set the sound to mute.

Lauren took a hit from the battie, and after she did, Tommy kissed her, good and long, not breaking the kiss, and Lauren was forced to exhale the smoke into Tommy’s mouth. Tommy breathed in then, sucking the smoke in as Lauren breathed it out. He held it in, then exhaled. Everyone else wanted to try, so they made up a kissing game. They would pass the smoke from one person to the next and see if they could get it around to everyone. If it got screwed up, the two who messed it up each had to remove a piece of clothes. How was the game won? They never really figured that out. Everyone was a winner, because everyone got to kiss each other. Lauren started, kissing Tommy and passing her smoke to him. Tommy turned to Jenni, and they kissed, but Tommy started laughing abruptly and the smoke went everywhere, because Lauren had tickled him! Tommy and Jenni kicked off their shoes. Lauren promised not to tickle him again. Tommy hit the battie and kissed Jenni again, and she successfully took his smoke in. She went to kiss Chris, but got a case of the giggles from Chris’s goatee tickling her face. Jenni lost her socks, Chris slid off his shoes. Chris and Kitty had a couple problems making it work. More giggles and stoned minds led to Chris losing his socks and his shirt, though he still had a tee shirt. Kitty had to lose her sandals, and followed her sandals with her jeans, easing slowly out of them. Finally, Kitty got the smoke into her lungs from kissing Chris, and she stumbled from the bean bag chair over to Lauren. Chris couldn’t take his eyes off the round globes of Kitty’s ass cheeks, formed by a little red thong that rode up between her cheeks. Kitty leaned down and kissed Lauren, a good open mouth kiss, tongue and all, but when Kitty breathed out the smoke, she exhaled through her nostrils! Everyone laughed, and then Kitty and Lauren each pulled off their respective Naughty and Nice tee shirts in unison, peeling them off their bodies and over their heads. In addition to wearing matching tee shirts, Lauren and Kitty were wearing matching bras, satin push-up aksu escort numbers from Victoria’s Secret, identical in style but differing in color; like the writing on their shirts, Kitty’s was red and Lauren’s was blue. Kitty hit the battie and kissed Lauren again, this time successfully passing the smoke to Lauren. Lauren breathed the smoke from Kitty into Tommy’s mouth, and when he turned to Jenni, he saw her making out with Chris. Tommy coughed a bit and Jenni turned to him. They kissed but Jenni breathed out instead of in, and Tommy lost his socks. Jenni had to take off her tank top, revealing that her B-cup tits were being held in a lacy white wonderbra; the white bra glowed in the blacklight.

Tommy and Jenni tried again, and failed again, when Chris tickled her from behind. Jenni slid out of her jeans, revealing simple white panties, small and sexy, innocent yet seductive. Tommy lost his shirt, but still had on a wifebeater. It also glowed in the blacklight. Lauren’s hands were all over him, suddenly. Tommy took another hit, but Jenni’s attention was back on Chris. They were making out again, across the gap between the sofa and the recliner. Kitty had moved back to her bean bag chair and was pulling at Chris’s pants, and Chris and Jenni got on the bean bag chair with Kitty. Lauren started kissing at Tommy’s neck and rubbing her hands across his chest, and they both watched as Kitty got Chris’s pants all the way off. His erection was making a tent of his black boxers, and as Chris kissed Jenni and felt up her chest, Kitty was rubbing his cock with her hand. She suddenly pulled it out through the hole in his boxers and started sucking on it! He moaned when she licked him up and down, and he moaned again when she took him into her mouth. Chris and Jenni were French kissing, really going at it.

Lauren started tugging at Tommy’s jeans; they slid them off his body, and she slid out of her jeans, too, revealing a little blue thong just like the one Kitty was wearing. Lauren grabbed the top of Tommy’s wifebeater and ripped it, right down his chest, tearing it off his body and throwing it across the room. They kissed passionately, deeply, tongues down each other’s throat. Tommy pushed her down onto her back on the sofa and fell on top of her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and they humped against each other, kissing and watching the threesome on the beanbag chair right in front of their faces.

Kitty and Jenni were both licking and sucking on Chris’s cock, and kissing each other around it and with it in between. Their hands were also all over each other’s bodies. Chris had a hand on each girl’s chest, rubbing and squeezing their tits. The girls hands, as they sucked on Chris, were rubbing each other between the legs. They had worked their way inside their panties and they seemed to be fingering each other. Tommy and Lauren got on the floor to get a closer look. They helped Kitty and Jenni out of their bras, and the girls panties were quick to follow. Within an instant, everyone else was suddenly naked, too. Kitty and Jenni had stopped sucking off Chris, and Kitty was on her back on the floor. Jenni knelt over her face and then leaned down, bringing her mouth to Kitty’s pussy, and the girls started eating each other out.

Tommy got Lauren onto her hands and knees as they watched the girls go to town. He was behind her, and was rubbing his big hard cock all over her ass. She reached between her legs, found Tommy’s cock and grabbed it, and led the head to her soaking entrance. He slid it inside her, grabbing her by the hips to push it all the way in. He slowly moved it in and out, and she purred.

Chris was sitting back on the bean bag chair, stroking his cock, watching the girls 69 and Tommy and Lauren fucking. Lauren saw him jerking off slowly, caught his eyes, licked her lips, moaned from Tommy’s big cock fucking her. Chris moved so he was sitting in front of her, and she started sucking him off while Tommy’s fucked her from behind. Her head bobbed up and down with his cock in her mouth. She moaned a lot from Tommy’s fucking, and Chris moaned when she did—the vibrations felt good on his cock. Tommy reached around her as he fucked her slowly and started to rub her clit in little circles. Now she was really moaning, and bobbing her head faster, sucking harder on the cock in her mouth.

The girls on the floor were crying out in orgasm. Tommy and Chris watched as the girls bucked their hips against akseki escort each other’s face, crying out into each other’s pussy. They rolled off each other and saw what was going on with Tommy, Lauren, and Chris. They crawled over and each lay on her back on either side of Lauren, and each took one of Lauren’s nipples in her mouth and started sucking. Kitty grabbed Tommy’s balls and gently squeezed as he fucked Lauren from behind. Jenni grabbed Chris’s balls and gently squeezes as he fucked Lauren in the face. All the sensations—her pussy, the cock in her mouth, the sucking on her nipples, the rubbing on her clit—overwhelmed Lauren, and her body released orgasm after orgasm. All she could do was come! She sucked harder on the cock in her mouth, and bucked her hips against Tommy behind her, until both were coming inside her at the same time, Chris shooting down her throat and Tommy filling her pussy. She took it all, still coming hard herself, until there was no more to suck from Chris’s cock and Tommy could shoot no more. They all collapsed to the floor.

After a few minutes, and the afterglow wore off, Tommy collected some blankets, gave everyone one, and put a different porno in the DVD player for them to watch. Chris and Kitty wrapped themselves together in the recliner. Tommy, Lauren, and Jenni cuddled on the sofa, with Lauren in the middle. They passed around a couple more joints, drank some more beer, laughed and joked about the porno, all the while, undercover, jerking and teasing each other’s bodies. A few times they really got into it. Chris made Kitty come with his hand, rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. At one point, Jenni went all the way under the blankets, her head between Lauren’s legs, and ate out her pussy, and Lauren just moaned and kissed Tommy and grabbed onto his cock and jerked it slowly, holding it tightly. Jenni made Lauren come not once but twice. Tommy’s cock was still big and hard in her hand, so she shed her blanket and climbed on top of him, straddling him on the sofa, her back to him, both of them facing the TV so they could watch the porn. Jenni lent a helping hand, grabbing Tommy’s cock and fingering Lauren’s pussy until the two came together, and she pushed the head of Tommy’s cock into Lauren’s waiting, hungry pussy. They did it slowly, enjoying the sensations of each other’s body. Jenni kissed Lauren, sucking on her tits a bit, before going over to Kitty and Chris.

Kitty and Chris were in a similar position on the recliner, although the chair was fully reclined. Chris was laid back, his hands all over Kitty’s ass and legs, and around to her front, toying with her clit. She had taken his cock into her asshole. She was sitting up, grinding on him with her hips and ass, her legs splayed out in a V as she sat on his lap and his cock. She had produced a large dildo, undoubtedly from her overnight bag. It made a barely-audible buzz because it was vibrating. She was rubbing it along her pussy lips and against her clit. Jenni was kneeling on the beanbag chair. She took the vibrating dildo from Kitty and continued rubbing it against Kitty’s pussy. This allowed Kitty to place her hands on the arm rests and really go to town on Chris’s cock in her asshole. Then, Jenni slid the vibrating dildo a little bit into Kitty’s pussy, just the tip, and then a couple inches. Chris could feel the vibrations on his cock. He grabbed hold of Kitty by her hips and started to thrust into her. Jenni suddenly thrust the dildo all the way inside her, and she melted, lost in ecstasy. She lost control of her body, could only buck her hips, trying to take in as much as her lithe body would allow. Her breasts bounced, and she was constantly moaning and crying out.

Tommy and Lauren watched all this intently, fucking slowly, enjoying the show, parts of them unwilling to believe this was actually happening with their closest friends, and part of them finding it perfectly natural, as natural as the way Tommy’s cock filled Lauren’s pussy and hit her in all the right spots. Lauren started fucking him hard, bucking her hips on his cock and squeezing it inside with her pussy.

Kitty was screaming, Chris and Jenni were working her hard. She cried out that she was coming; Chris grunted and groaned, pushing up with his hips, releasing deeply inside Kitty’s ass; Tommy yelled that he was coming; finally Lauren was sent over the edge by Tommy’s spasming cock inside her, and she came too. Jenni fell onto the bean bag chair, pulling the dildo from Kitty, and slid it into her own pussy. She came within a minute. Tommy and Lauren wandered from the sofa to Tommy’s room, fell into his bed, fell asleep in moments, nestled in each other’s arms. Chris passed out in the recliner. Kitty and Jenni fell asleep together, entangled in each other’s limbs, on the sofa.

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