“Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking”

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Author’s Note:

Recently I got some feedback from a fan. This person enjoyed my work, they wrote, but found that sometimes it seemed unrealistic. Despite the tag at the top of each story they were wondering if I wouldn’t do better if I was to write in a more realistic way.

“Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking” is what it says at the top of the story. It’s what I enjoy reading about. It’s what I enjoy writing about. But it occurred to me that maybe I had gotten away from it recently. So I am trying harder for this, the final chapter of this series.

So, buckle up, readers! It’s may be a bumpy flight! Please put your trays in the upright and locked position. If it gets too much for you, put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye!

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Friday.

Alison didn’t come to school on Friday. But just before the final bell rang I got a text from her telling me to come to her house as soon as school ended. She said she had a surprise for me!

After what I had experienced that week, first having her Mom, Carla, come on to me and fuck my brains out. And then watching her Mom show off her amazing body while standing in the same room with my girlfriend. And then, just yesterday, the experience I had with Monica, Alison’s even more sexually driven Grandmother and her amazingly gigantic breasts, I could not imagine what the surprise might be.

But I was looking forward to finding out as I rang the door bell.

A few seconds later Carla opened the door and pulled me in. Without letting me catch my breath she slithered into my arms and pulled me to her. As I enjoyed the feeling of her body moulding to mine her lips pressed against mine and she gave me a deep, soul searching kiss.

As she moaned in appreciation, her tongue explored my mouth, her breasts flexed against me as she moved against me and her hand, the one that wasn’t pulling my head down to her mouth, explored the rapidly growing cock in my pants.

In moments she had me at full strength. She giggled as she pulled away from me.

“You are going to so enjoy today! Everything is going to be explained to you and I promise it will be a life changing experience for you, honey!”

“Okay, sure, Carla,” I stammer trying not to let my confusion show. “I’m looking forward to it!”

We went into the living room and sat down.

“I have to explain some things while Mom is helping Alison get ready,” she began. “You see, my family is among the very last of an ancient line of worshipers of a God so ancient that even we have forgotten her name!” She said this with a straight face. I worked hard not to laugh out loud! An ancient God whose name we have forgotten? Who says things like that? Who believes things like that?

“Alison thought that you would make a good candidate for her initiation ritual when she first met you. Mom and I think so too, now that you’ve finished your auditions.” She smirked at my stupid expression. “I expect that you don’t believe me. That’s okay. If you want to leave now, go ahead. But if you want to experience the sexual event of your lifetime, stick around. We don’t need you to believe us. We just need you to go through the ritual with Alison this afternoon! Um, yes, it’s a sexual ritual!” she finished and just watched for my reaction.

My reaction was ‘What a bunch of horse shit!’ But I hope I kept that hidden from Carla. I mean, if it meant having sex, at last, with Alison, I’d go thru the fires of Hell for that!

“So, what will it be? Are you in?” She asked.

“Yes, I’m in!” I responded. “I’m in!”

“Okay, lets start to get you ready. Monica will be joining us in a few minutes.”

Carla led me into the downstairs bathroom, had me undress and made me take a shower. She declined to join me in the shower.

Just as I was finishing drying off the door opened. I looked up and watched as Monica’s breasts entered the room followed by the rest of her several seconds later.

“How are we doing,” she asked Carla. “Are we on time?”

“Yeah, even a little ahead of schedule. Do we have time to take some of the edge off? The longer he lasts the better you know!”

“Well, since you have already started,” she indicated the way Carla was stroking my steel hard dick, “I guess it won’t hurt. Do you want to go first?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes. “Cause I’ll go second!”

“Okay, honey, here we go. I need you to fuck my hot ready cunt! The longer the process takes with Alison the better the results of the ritual.” Carla hiked herself up on the vanity. Carla was still stroking my hard on while her other hand was teasing her clit. She pulled me to her and wrapped her legs around me while she drew my prick to her pussy lips.

With no trouble I drove inches deep into her hot, wet cunt.

“Oh, oh, oh! I love it! So big! So thick! Alison is going to be one lucky girl today! More, Darling, more! escort bahçelievler Feed me it all!”

With her encouragement I proceeded to fuck hell out of her sopping wet cunt. She was flexing around my dick and trying to pull me even deeper into her with both hands and her legs. At the same time Monica nestled up to my side. Her boobs smooshed against me. So large they draped to front and back! As I worked away at her daughter’s cunt she pulled my head to her for a hot tongue-dueling kiss.

With both women working me over it didn’t take too long before I started to shoot my cum deep into Carla’s pussy. Within a few shots I was over-filling her cunt and my juices were dripping onto the floor between us.

Seeing what was happening, Monica moaned with excitement and dropped to her knees. She began to suck up all the overflow. Her tongue swept out to gather up what was dripping from my ball sack and then she began to try to get her mouth onto her daughters pussy lips.

I staggered back, trying to recover from the hardest cum I had ever experienced. While I caught my breath Carla and Monica cleaned each other by licking my cum off of each other.

“That was great, honey,” said Monica. “Now, you go sit in the living room until we come to get you, okay?” Not waiting for my agreement the ladies left and headed upstairs. I could hear them giggling and chattering as they left.

I sat, naked, on the couch for a few minutes until they both returned. Each was now adorned with feathers that formed a short skirt and a vest that barely covered their nipples and exposed their massive cleavage. Held together with ties I could see their boobs flex and bounce as the came into the room.

“Alright,” chirped Monica, “It’s almost that time. Come with us!”

With a busty beauty on either side of me, we went out into the back yard. There was a tent set up there that I had never seen before. Drawing back the flaps they escorted me to a large upholstered chair that was at one end of the rectangular area.

Motioning for me to take a seat Carla said, “Just a few more moments, darling. We’re going to get Alison.”

As promised they were back quickly. Between them was Alison, looking radiant, wearing the same sort of get-up as the older women. Since she was significantly smaller in the bust than they were her vest actually fit her. As she stepped in front of me her Mom spoke up.

“Alright, now, Alison, you know what needs to be done. We have been rehearsing this for months. DIrk, all you need to do is sit there and enjoy what’s about to happen. Alison is going to provide you with an amazing experience!”??”But first,” interrupted Monica, “we get to apply the sacred ointment.” From a pair of earthenware jars I hadn’t noticed the older women took handfuls of some sort of pungent oil and began to spread it over my thighs, groin and stomach. They took turns spreading the warm oil over my dick which, of course, became rock solid under the attention.

“Oh, DIrk, I’ve looked forward to this so long! I hope I do a good job! I really want this to go well!” Alison told me.

“Alright honey, it’s all up to you now,” said Monica. As she did Carla pressed play on a boom box that was shoved under the chair. A pulsing beat softly filled the area as Alison knelt between my knees.

She smiled timidly up at me as she gently pressed my knees apart.

“Golly, your cock is SO big,” she gushed. “I’ve really wanted to do this for so long and now I get to!” Both hands slowly started to run up and down my dick. It was already hard as a rock. She began to squeeze harder while she moved faster and faster. Her grip hardly made an impression on my thickness, but it felt really good!

After a few minutes Alison leaned forward and gently kissed my hard-on. Glancing up into my face she smiled broadly.

“I love this big dick,” she told me. And then she began to run her plush lips up and down my shaft. As she reached to top she would allow her lips to slide over my dick head. Slurping up the precum that was oozing from slit she gulped down all she could get.

“Ohhh, so good,” she moaned with out looking up. Virgin or not, she was enjoying what she was doing. So was I!

She grinned up at me as she straightened up. Sliding a little closer to me she enfolded my dick in her cleavage. Not as cavernous as her Mom or Grandma, still she was able to close herself around me so that her nipples rubbed against each other as she rose and fell.

“Does this feel good?” she asked with a grin. She knew the answer! It felt great! I had learned to appreciate titty-fucks from the other two. And while Alison wasn’t as practiced as they were, she was pretty good! She just needed to have a bigger set of tits! I chuckled to my self. As if!

Smirking up at me Alison proceeded to demonstrate that while she might not be as well versed at titty-fucking she was enthusiastic and learning quickly. With in a few minutes she had me mecidiyeköy eskort on the verge of a monster cum!

“All over me, Dirk,” she squealed as she pulled me from between het tits. “I want you to cum all over me! The more you cum, the better. Splash on my tits and my face, let me swallow what’s left, honey!”

As if on cue my dick erupted as she stroked. Three huge gouts landed on her chest. Another two landed on her face before she was able to get the head of my dick between her sucking lips. Gasps of pleasure were coming from her as she swallowed the rest of my load.

“Oh, that was so good!” she exclaimed. “I loved the look on your face as I massaged your big dick with my titties. And I really enjoy the taste or your sperm!” She was smiling and giggling as she stroked my still stiff cock. It didn’t seem like I was going to get soft. Probably because of the special oils that they had slathered all over my dick a few minutes ago.

“Okay,” announced Carla. “Time for the next step! Climb on board, Alison. Let’s see you ride that big hard dick!” Both Carla and Monica were ogling the two of us on the chair. Monica had one hand under her skirt with the other massaging a gigantic melon.

As Alison slid onto me and positioned my dick at the opening of her cunt the other two ladies pulled on drapery cords, opening up the roof of the tent. As Alison bravely tried to press herself down onto my foot long, rock hard dick the afternoon sun bathed us in it’s warming rays.

Falling up and down, Alison was making slow but steady progress. As she did her handmaidens pushed tall poles with some sort of glass panes mounted on them into view. Carefully they positioned the poles so that the sunlight was passed thru them and onto our joined bodies.

As Alison finally reached almost to the bottom of my cock I felt a strong tingling flow over me. Something about the filtered sunlight was affecting me!

“Now Mommie, now Grams!” panted Alison. She was pounding her self up and down, breasts swinging over my chest. “Do it now! Please, slather me with the lotion!”

Both women approached and using both hands began to cover Alison’s breasts with the lotion. At almost the same time they put another layer on my balls and what was reachable of my dick when Alison was at the top of her stroke.

The tingling doubled, tripled and quadrupled in strength. Alison was moaning and crying. Tears were rolling down her cheeks to fall onto my chest as she kept pushing herself up and down. I thought she was in pain until she cried out. “Good! So good! I’ve never felt anything so good! I’m cumming now!”

And she did! I have never seen a woman react so strongly! She was convulsing on top of me. Her hands pulling and squeezing her tits while her cunt went crazy on my dick! Her hips were going like a berserk paint shaker as she rode all of me!

I thought that I was on the verge of an intense orgasm myself, but I couldn’t cum. No matter how she writhed and wiggled I could not get over the edge. Something was holding me back.

After what seemed like an extremely long time Alison finally slumped forward, her breasts resting on my chest. Her lips sought mine for a soul wrenching kiss and she moaned into my mouth as she pressed herself against me. As she moved against me I could feel her tits mashing them selfs on my chest. It felt so good, her erect nipples scraping against me. I could feel her heartbeat as we rested together.

She heaved her self up finally.

“More, Mommie, more Grandma. Put on more. I want to see how much I can take!” She was running her hands over her boobs as she spoke. Were they larger than before? She had always been a Double D. But now she seemed larger than that.

Alison was sitting on my thighs, using both hands to stroke my steel-like hard on. Carla and Monica were again spreading the oils over her bosom. In turn she was wiping some of it off her tits and transferring it to my dick.

Finally waving them off, Alison leaned forward and began to suck my dick. She slurped up all the co-mingled juices for our recent fuck session and then she began to run her lips up and down the length of my shaft. After kissing and licking each inch she pursed her lips and began to take me into her mouth.

Slowly she took more and more. Her breath became heavier. She was gasping each time she raised herself off me. Stroking my dick she licked her lips and looked me in the eye.

“I’ve been looking forward to taking this big dick down my throat for as long as I can remember. I wish I hadn’t had to wait.”

Returning to her pleasurable task she began taking more and more into her mouth. And then into her throat. I watched in amazement as she swallowed more and more of my foot long hard on. Finally, in one amazing effort she took it all! Her lips were pressed against my groin and every bit of my dick was in the warmth of her mouth and throat!

I couldn’t believe it! Alison had been escort avcılar a virgin, technically anyway, until just a short time ago. And here she was taking a rock hard, foot long dick into her throat like a pro! She was now rising and falling in long strokes taking all of me on each trip. No muss, no fuss. Just an amazing blow job!

This was going to do it, I thought. I was finally going to get off!

As if sensing what I was feeling, Alison yanked my dick out of her throat and mashed it between her titties. “Cum on my titties!” she cried. “I need to feel you cum between my big fat titties!”

So I did! While Alison rose and fell with my cock trapped between her tits I let out spurt after spurt of jism! I felt at least eight spasms wrack me before I stopped. Not a drop escaped her cleavage. As we slowed together Alison cooed endearments to my prong which was, amazingly, still erect!

Grinning salaciously at me she rose again and fitted me into her tight little pussy. Her boobs rose and fell in rhythm as she worked on my dick. They did seem bigger! There was extra bounce at the bottom of their movement and they seemed to reach farther in front of her as well. Reaching up I confirmed my observation. I had handled her tits often enough. Never naked, true, but still. These tits were wider and bigger than what she had been packing. What was going on, I wondered. She had to be an F-cup at least I thought. Not nearly as big as her Mom but bigger than earlier today!

“Oh, Mommie, It’s working, I’m larger! Look!” Alison was ecstatic!

“Give me more, Mommie, give me more!”

As prompted Carla and Monica drenched her with more of the oils and, in the process added more to my cock and balls.

The tingle grew and grew. I could see what was happening to Alison. And it was amazing! Her breasts were slowly expanding. Gaining inches and pounds as I stared. It wasn’t just her tits that were getting large. Her lips were plumper, her waist a little narrower while her back grew more muscular to support the immensities that now overwhelmed her body.

It was only then that I started to notice the things that were happening to me. My skin was becoming darker. As if I had spent days in a tanning bed. And muscular. I was becoming the very image of a steroid-ripped weight lifter. Except with out the testicular shrinkage that happened so often.

In fact, my cock and balls were expanding. Exponentially. Over the next ten minutes or so my cock became capable of driving over 15 inches deep into Alison’s sopping wet cunt. Rather than causing her pain or discomfort she seemed to revel in the added depth that I was plumbing.

I was not just getting longer. I was gaining width as well. On her up stroke the dick that was exposed was thicker than should have been possible! No longer the thickness that would allow her to stroke me with both hands, my dick was now the apparent thickness of a two liter bottle of soda! It shouldn’t have been able to fit into any woman. Alison was taking it and enjoying every stroke.

Suddenly I felt myself erupting deep in Alison’s greedy, clutching cunt. Time after time I thrust my hips up, burying my self as deep into her as I could. Alison dropped her weight onto me. Thrusting herself left and right, forward and back she encouraged me to dump my load. And then she leaned forward to deliver a soul stirring kiss.

“Cum for me,” she moaned. “I need more cum. Soak me in your sperm, baby! Don’t stop!’

And I didn’t. I didn’t even start to soften as I finished spurting into her. My dick was still as hard as ever and we just kept on fucking.

Over the next several hours Alison and I fucked in every imaginable position. Mostly with her on top. And toward the end I was buried in her tits no matter what the position was. From below, all I could see was the underside of Alison’s boobs. Boobs that surpassed Carla’s and Monica’s super tits. Boobs that completely obscured her chest and stomach to below her navel. And that hung well outside the width of her shoulders and hips. On the down stroke her boobs would often bounce off the mattress to either side of me.

Every time she slid up and off me her cunt was a gaping chasm. But it returned to it’s original size and shape quickly. And when she remounted, she was able to do so with little effort. Her cunt seemed to stretch to accommodate my pussy pounder. Still so thick as to defy imagination, Alison loved every moment she spent riding my colossal dick. She was cumming like a machine gun. And always eager for more. She was inexhaustible! So was I!

At last she pulled herself off me and settled next to me on the bed. My erect dick thumped onto my chest, juices splattering every where. The head barely missed landing on my face. Carla and Monica moved in to lick up all that they could reach. Neither of them was able to even begin to suck my cock. It was too thick for them to take the head between their lips. They tried though! They really tried!

“I’ve got to see how big this thing is,” moaned Carla. She got up and quickly returned with a tape measurer. Working with Monica she measured the length and circumference.

“Fucking FUCK” she exclaimed. “Almost 15 inches around and just over 22 inches long! Alison, how did you manage to take all of this!”

I was thinking about your question last night, “What makes you hard?”

Porn, fucking, and naked women all have a pretty good effect. Reading a stirring bit of erotica obviously engorges me. If I think about what makes me crazy, however, or what makes me ache for release, I think it is more cerebral than visual. I think that my fantasy woman is someone who fantasizes and craves as much as I. Someone who loves the sight, the smell, the sounds. A woman who knows what it is that she wants, and isn’t afraid, or embarrassed to ask for it – or take it.

I often find myself day dreaming about the soft, seductive, and wanton touch of such a woman. A woman who cannot and will not wait. I quietly create a particularly needful and sometimes deliciously filthy incident in the corners of my mind. Frequently I dwell much too long on the invented scene, leaving me unable to rise from my work desk until I can calm the anxious and demanding flesh below.

Yesterday, I did just that…

I arrive home for the day. I park my car and sigh heavily. ataköy escort Wearily I exit my car, get my bag and walk up to the door of our apartment. The key slides easily into the lock, clicks, and turns. The apartment is dim as the door swings open and I walk in, closing the door behind me. Only at that moment do I sense that I’m not alone. I turn around and see you dressed in a lightweight, tight, white t-shirt, your nipples pressing hard against the fabric. Your jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped. I see your slender fingers withdrawing from deep within your dark-blue panties as my eyes travel up and down your body.

I only have a moment to take you all in as you quickly close the distance between us. You force your lithe body against mine, driving me back against the door. Your face approaches mine, then disappears from my view as you sink to your knees without a sound, your ample breasts sliding down my torso. I feel your gifted and determined hands grasp onto my already hard cock through şişli escort my black jeans. I look down, expecting to meet your eyes looking up at me, but I can only see your hungry gaze directed to my fly.

With a speed I wouldn’t have believed, you tear open my belt, then my pants. You grasp the top and shove both my jeans and boxers toward the ground in a single movement. Before my clothing has even passed over my thighs, your mouth has already slid onto the bobbing flesh of my cock. I gasp at the warm, silky sensation of your lips and tongue, and finally the sweet, slightly painful suction as you pull back to the swelling head.

You moan seductively as you fill your mouth with my cock. With one hand you help pump my flesh into you, as the other again disappears into the folds of your panties, and the sweet wetness that they hide. Your moan grows louder as you find your clit and gently begin to roll it between your fingers, kneading the tender, electric flesh. I can smell a hint of your bakırköy escort pussy in the air, and it makes my mouth water.

Your tongue swirls around the head of my prick before you wantonly swallow my length once more, grunting your satisfaction against the tight, sensitive skin. You thirstily thrust your mouth back and forth against me. Your impatience grows, and you move your hands around me, finding the flesh of my ass, and gripping tightly. The pleasure and pain of your fingertips digging into my flesh, and sound of your muffled enjoyment nearly put me over the edge.

Your hands squeeze tighter, and you jerk my whole body forward in time with you – coaxing me to fuck your mouth. It is working. I want to prolong this moment, but it’s hopeless. My breath becomes ragged; the airy gasps and groans become more erratic. Knowing my imminent condition, you pull me hard against you; burying my cock in your throat as deep as you are able. My cock comes alive against your tongue, spilling the come it senses you need as I throw my head back and announce my release with a primal grunt. I feel your hot breath as you loudly sigh with apparent relief. Your mouth tightens around my cock as you swallow the proof of your labors. I feel the tip of your tongue press against the underside, pulling out the last few drops of cum as you recede away from my still twitching sex.

For a few weeks after my “incident” with Susie, I was gutted that I barely saw her. She would come and go as usual. But ever since our encounter she had been leaving for work before my girlfriend, Sal, and making sure that she didn’t come back until after Sal was home.

Even when Susie did come home, she would spend most of the time in her room. She would always say hello to Sal, and give me a sarcastic smile (for a reason I had only recently discovered, Susie had found it necessary since the first time we met, to feign a hatred for me whenever Sal was around) before she would just go into her room, and be quiet for hours.

Of course, she knew what she was doing. Whilst Susie sat in the quiet of her room, she was well aware that I was out in the lounge, perched on the sofa, that very sofa where she had sucked me dry, cuddling into Sal, stroking her long blonde hair, and all I could think about was her.

Sal would kiss me and cuddle me, and smile at me, even try to talk to me. But I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head. That feeling was the feeling of the flat of Susie’s tongue caressing my hard cock in her mouth, and I would remember the feeling of the long intense vibration as she came with my cock in her mouth, moaning loudly.

I had to shift in the seat on more than a few occasions, so Sal didn’t feel the rising swell in my boxers as I thought about her hot friend’s tongue.

I started to wonder though if Susie really did still think about me, after a couple of weeks. The same routine continued almost nightly, and it became more and more puzzling. I mean, yeah at first I thought it was teasing and flirting, egging me on with promises of more…some day, but now…well now I started to wonder if it wasn’t just out of embarrassment that Susie decided to stay in her room, and I felt a little guilty at that.

A full month passed, and Susie was spending less time in the flat. She kept giving me that intense stare with the sarcastic smile when I saw her, but a lot of the time she was drunk, and she would sneer at me, and mumble something indistinct under her breath.

One night, however, proved to be the major turning point in the battle for power, a battle that I didn’t even know existed until that night.

It was a dark evening in late October, and Sal had not long arrived home from the late shift at work (although you must remember my suspicions about where she really was when she was “late”). I had been home for a few hours and after we had eaten the dinner that I had prepared, she and I were sitting like any normal couple. This was when it happened. We were halfway though watching a movie on TV when I heard the front door swing open and clatter against the hallway wall. Sal, who was by now cuddling into my chest, turned and looked over her shoulder at me, and rolled her eyes,

“Here she is again, most likely totally plastered…” she chuckled.

“Yeah…” I started, but Susie had now burst into the living room. She was dressed in a low cut top, which I must admit was showing off her small breasts wonderfully, and a short, short skirt which allowed the curve and smoothness of her leg to bare to the whole world. Her hair was tied into pigtails and she was wearing just one shoe. She stopped as she saw us, flashed me that hugely sarcastic grin, and promptly dropped her handbag. As she bent down to pick it up I was sure I got a quick glimpse of thong, a suspicion which was confirmed when Sal’s hand playfully connected with the back of my head, and she shot me a stern look.

Susie opened her bedroom door and almost fell in, before turning around, and exclaiming loudly,

“Oh yeah, I forgot, I’ve got company…” before she even finished her sentence I was sure I saw her eyes fix on mine, but as I looked fatih escort her eyes darted back to the lounge door, where a tall guy had now entered the room. He was the sort of guy that Susie would normally associate herself with, the rugby playing type, rather than guys like me, who were more the drum playing kind of guys. The guy waved meekly at us, clearly embarrassed by how drunk his new acquaintance was.

“Oh yeah, we wont be too loud! Ha!” Susie exclaimed before pulling the guy into her room and slamming the door.

Sal and I got back to our movie, and I tried to concentrate on what was going on on the screen in front of me, but all I could think of was Susie. About 15 minutes later I thought I could hear some noises coming from her room, and so I gently pushed my ear against the wall, doing my best to make sure Sal didn’t know what I was doing.

As soon as I did, I regretted it. Muffled gasps and moans were loudly coming from Susie’s mouth, and I distinctly heard bed springs squeak as she shouted,

“Oh yeah baby, I love to ride you….Oh fuck yeah…deeper…deeper….Oh fuck Im gonna cum baby.”

My regret changed into excitement as I realised I could hear almost everything that was going on in that room. I pushed my ear closer to the wall.

“Oooooooh baby, yes, yes! OOOOHHHHH!! Now…you…baby…cum…in…me!!”

I heard the guy groan a little and Susie told him not yet, she didn’t want him to finish then. They were talking dirty to each other as I heard the bed springs relax, they were standing up. The voices got louder as they walked towards the wall I was listening to.

“So what now?” I heard the guy ask.

“Well….” I heard Susie say in her most innocent sounding voice, “…I want you to pin me up against the wall, and I want you to fuck me so very deep. I want you to fuck harder, and harder until you can’t hold your cum any longer, and then I want you to spray that cum all over my tits, so I can massage it into my rock hard nipples and lick it off.” There was a moment of silence before she spoke again,

“but now, lick me!”

They were now up against the other side of the wall, and within seconds I could hear Susie’s sweet throat emitting groans and gasps. I couldn’t help but wonder if this show wasn’t for my benefit, and panicked in case Sal could hear it. I looked down at her and she was lying across my lap watching the film intently. I returned my ear to the wall in time to hear Susie’s voice again.

“Oh baby, your tongue’s so warm! I love it, lick me! Oh Yeah! Am I a bit wet? I thought so”, she giggled in that same innocent voice as before.

The groaning continued for a few more minutes before I heard her gasping get louder

“OH! OH! Fuck me now baby! Just do it! Pin me against the wall.”

I heard a small thud as doubtless, the guy had lifted Susie up against the wall. I heard her soft skin padding against the wall as he drove his dick into her, and I could hear their thighs slapping together for a few minutes. I strained to hear a little more and I thought I could hear the sound of his pulsating shaft embedding itself within the walls of Susie’s sopping wet pussy. As the speed of this sound increased, and sounded more intense with every stroke, it was the guy’s voice that became engrossed with the gasps,

“I’m gonna cum, Susie” he gasped.

“Do it baby! Do it!” I heard her exclaim as her feet hit the floor. He groaned and she said “Oooohh baby it’s all so lovely and warm on my tits, oh it’s making my nipples so hard! Mmmmmmm.”

The thought of Susie drenched in cum was too much for me, and a raging jealousy washed over me. I knew that I should be the one in there with her, and I knew that this little audio bağcılar escort show was purely for my benefit, and it made me feel angry. At the same time though, I felt my cock start to go rigid. I tried to hide it from Sal, terrified that she might know what was going on through in the other room, but she felt it, digging into her shoulder blade.

Sal looked over her shoulder at me. I smiled nervously, fearing the worst…but she just smiled at me and leaned forward, kissing me.

“Come on then,” she said, standing up from the sofa. Sal grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me from the sofa and out of the lounge door. We ran to her bedroom, which shared a wall with Susie’s and Sal slammed the door behind us. My mind raced as I thought of Susie again, and momentarily thought of saying no to Sal, but her body was smokin’ hot, and we hadn’t had sex in a few weeks with my mind otherwise occupied.

Before I knew what was happening though, a fantastic site was before me. Sal stood there in a black sheer bra through which I could see her now erect nipples. She also had on a tiny black thong, which was connected to her garter belt, holding up her stockings, nylon stockings which accentuated her luscious legs and led to the stripper heels that really topped off the outfit.

Does Sal dress like this for work? I wondered to myself momentarily, but she quickly snapped me back into reality, by kissing my neck as she slowly undid my belt and slid my trousers down. Our tongues met as I put my arms around Sal and caressed her back and slid my hands downwards to her thighs and ass, squeezing it lightly on my way up, causing Sal to giggle and jump a little.

The next move by Sal knocked all thoughts of Susie right out of my head though as she removed her bra, and the huge, globe-like breasts that I had almost forgotten spilled out in front of me. Sal’s breasts were a 34E and never failed to amaze me. Her light pink nipples stuck straight out from her round, perfect areolas as I stared, and I felt that familiar tightening feeling in my boxers.

Slowly striding towards me, she bit her bottom lip seductively, and then ran her tongue along her top lip.

“Come on then baby,” she said, as she took my hand and walked me toward the bed. We kissed again, and as we did we collapsed on to the bed. Her hand slowly reached down to my boxers, and stroked slowly at my shaft through the material of my boxers. I looked her in the eye as she did this and she took my hand in her other hand.

“Feel how wet I am…” she said.

I reached my hand inside her thong, and as I reached her shaven pussy lips I could feel how soft and moist she was. Her cum had already been flowing as I could feel the moisture that had spread onto her thong as the material brushed against the back of my fingers. I slid two fingers just into the entrance of her pussy, and Sal let out a little, involuntary,

“Oh!”

I smiled at her and sat up so that I could take her thong fully off. As I pulled it down past her knees, I kissed the soft white skin of her stomach, and moved up, licking her fully erect, pink nipples.

I threw Sal’s underwear onto the floor, and I positioned myself between her legs. She lifted them slightly and bent them at the knees, inviting me in. Bending over, I kissed and licked the insides of her thighs, starting at the knee of her right leg and kissing all the way down…slowly…and then more slowly.

As I reached her hips I laid one kiss on her hips and then moved my lips toward her now aching pussy, longing for some stimulation. I moved my mouth closer, and breathed lightly on her pussy lips, making her wriggle slightly at the new sensation, before I moved away, kissing her fındıkzade escort from left hip, all the way up her left thigh, to the left knee…

I then lay flat on my stomach, positioned between Sal’s legs. I now kissed her pussy lips ever so lightly, before running my tongue slowly up to her clit. She moaned slightly as I brushed over her clit softly for a while, before every so often I would nuzzle into it closely, and she would gasp at the shock and pleasure of it.

After a while I moved down started to lick her pussy lips again. I licked them from side-to-side, and from top-to bottom, getting faster as I went, and responding to the slow lifting and dropping of Sal’s hips as she let me do whatever I pleased. I then slowly stuck my tongue as deep as I could into her pussy, and began licking her as deeply and quickly as I could.

This sudden shock, and speed sent Sal right over the edge, and she exclaimed out loud,

“Oh, shit! Ooh!” before I felt some warmth and moisture seep out of her soaking pussy and onto my tongue.

“On your back!” She ordered me. I pulled myself away from her soaking pussy and did as I was told, lying flat on my back. She now crawled up the bed, completely naked, and quickly pulled my boxer shorts from me. She kneeled seductively between my legs and grabbed my fully hard cock with two hands and started to jerk it slowly, getting faster and faster all the time.

She then leant forward and took as much as she could in her mouth. Sal knew just how I liked to be blown, and she did exactly that. She used so much tongue that I felt three or four times like I was going to lose it right there and then in her mouth, as she licked all the way up and down and swirled her tongue like a mini tornado round and round the skin of my shaft.

She then started to suck, using all the moisture she could muster in her mouth to soak my cock and lubricate it as she bobbed her head quickly up and down, all the time still licking at the head. Eventually it became to much for me and I knew I wasn’t far away from blowing my load.

As Sal felt that familiar twitching in my hips she pulled her mouth off of my rigid cock and knelt across the bed, offering her pussy up in the air to me. I leapt to my feet and grabbed her by her soft hips as I plunged my cock deep into her.

“Ooooohh yeah!” she exclaimed, rather louder than I had expected her to. As I felt more and more bubbling up inside me, I just had to get deeper into Sal. I reached forward and grabbed her shoulders, giving me more leverage to pump myself deep into her. We both moaned as the rhythm built up, and I plunged deep into her wet gash again and again.

Before too long, I knew I was on the verge. I thrust as deep and hard as I could a few more times before at the last second I pulled myself out, and unloaded my warm creamy jet all over the white skin of my girlfriend’s back. As she felt the cum hit her back she groaned appreciatively, before turning around and kissing me on the lips.

“Wow babe, that was amazing…I think I need to get washed now though!” she joked, gesturing towards her back. Sal got up and grabbed a towel and dashed off to the bathroom.

I pulled my boxers back on and lay back against the headboard. I heard the lock in the bathroom click and I closed my eyes as the shower started running.

Just then though, the door flew open, I opened my eyes to see Susie, dressed in a dressing gown walking quickly towards the bed. Her makeup was running down her face as if she had been crying.

“How the fuck could you?” She said, sobbing softly.

“Erm what?” I said, what did she even mean? How could I sleep with my own partner?

“You know what! What the fuck? I mean, I thought…” she started, before leaning towards me, and starting to kiss me. I pulled back from her. She looked at me through teary eyes.

“Look, just, no! OK?” I said, getting a bit angry.

Suddenly, her tears stopped, she sniffed back any further sobs and stared me right in the eye.

“Hey, this…is not…fucking over!” before confidently striding out of the room.

This is the first time I have ever written anything, so I would really appreciate any comments, on how I can improve or change this as I would like to make it a series of short stories about this couple.

*****

Claire had wanted tom from the moment she had laid eyes on him. Their children went to the same school so she saw him often. He was married and Claire was also with someone and she knew she shouldn’t have these feelings but it was something she had no control over. He was older than she was, possibly 10+ but it barely showed, strong muscular body and smooth skin. She tried to ignore them and find something else to occupy her mind but every Monday when she saw him walk into the playground her heart would melt and she would fall for him all over again.

She wanted to know if he felt the same, as she has noticed over the last few months he had been looking at her more and more often, or was that just wishful thinking. She hoped not. They had a lot in common and as a passing comment she suggested that he came over for a cup of coffee one day. Claire’s other half worked long hours and so was never really home, she spent most of her time alone and she wanted someone to keep her company, and they wouldn’t be interrupted. She never thought he would agree but he did and they set a date.

The night before tom was due to come over Claire prepared herself. She had a long hot shower, washed her hair with the best shampoo and conditioner, coconut, her favourite smell, and hopefully his. She shaved her legs, and everywhere else, and then exfoliated. she wanted to be perfect and smooth for him. She dried herself and then moisturised her entire body. Claire woke up early even though she had already picked out her outfit the day before. She had chosen çapa escort a fitted cream pencil skirt, a fitted cream shirt with 3/4 length flared sleeves. A brown belt and brown kitten heels. It all matched perfectly with her tanned complexion and mousey brown hair. Her makeup was simple but she made sure she accentuated her lips. She was sure he always looked at them the most.

She met him at the school as usual and this morning he gave her an even bigger smile hello than usual. She noticed he was looking at her up and down so she guessed he approved of her wardrobe choice. After the school run was done he walked Claire back to her car and they agreed that he would follow her but she still gave him directions in case he fell behind in traffic. He parked opposite the house and followed inside.

It became apparent very quickly that tom had also been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, because as soon as Claire went to make drinks he walked up behind her and put his arms around her and held her close, he buried his head in her hair and he squeezed her even tighter. Yes I think he liked the coconut. Claire’s heart started racing and she could feel herself getting hot and very wet. She felt something else behind her and it was getting bigger and harder than anything she had ever felt. She went weak and her knees wanted to buckle but he didn’t let her go. Coffee was definitely off the menu now.

Tom moved Claire’s hair to one side and started kissing her neck as he undid her top buttons and put his hand inside her bra to feel her swollen breasts and hard nipples. She hadn’t been this turned on in so long and she felt like could have cum right then and there. She couldn’t wait any longer, she needed to aksaray escort kiss him so she turned around to face him and looked into his eyes. They wanted each other more than ever now but they also wanted to enjoy each other, there wasn’t any rush. She brought up her mouth to meet his and it felt like the world had stopped spinning. It was incredible and she melted into him. She led him upstairs to the bedroom, and they continued to kiss each other softly but with passion. He removed her top and her bra and her skirt, she stood in front of him with just a pair of lace blue panties on, blue was his favourite colour. In his eyes she was so beautiful, not just her body but everything, the way she laughed and the way she made him laugh, and he had her in front of him, it felt like a dream.

He led her on the bed and started kissing her body from the top down, he kissed he breasts and nibbled at her erect nipples, this drove her crazy he kissed her stomach and her belly while she played with his hair. He didn’t remove her panties yet, he moved over her wet pussy and ran his tongue over the top and carried on kissing away at her inner thighs. He came back up to kiss her lips again and Claire rolled over on top of him, it was his turn for some pleasure, even though she was sure he was enjoying himself anyway. She took off his T-shirt although she would have preferred to rip it off, and she unzipped his trousers and pulled them down and threw them to the floor. He wore Calvin Klein boxers, blue obviously and tight fitting. His hard cock was so obvious, it completely filled the front part of the boxers, he was pretty much falling out of them. She rubbed it with her hands and he breathed in sharply. He was so aroused topkapı escort you could see his tip was already wet. She wanted to taste him so badly.

She ran her fingers down his chest and kissed it gently. He was breathing so heavily. Claire pulled off his boxers and finally exposed his hard cock. It was bigger than she’d had before and couldn’t wait for him to fill her pussy. But she wanted to play first. She licked his shaft all the way from the base to his tip and then put him in her mouth, she felt him get even harder and she could taste him and it was so good. Tom ran his fingers through her long hair as she sucked away and cupped his balls in her hands. She wanted to carry on forever but she couldn’t ignore the throbbing she felt in between her legs that was getting stronger.

She pulled of her panties and climbed on top of him and kissed him again as he held her close. He found his way inside her so easily because she was so wet. It felt so tight that he groaned into her ear. God she loved that sound. He put his hands on the small of her back and pulled her even closer, even though he was filling her he still felt like he was just too far away from her. He wanted to become part of her, she was becoming his world and he never wanted to be apart from her. She felt exactly the same.

Toms pace quickened, and he flipped her over so she was lying on her front. He pulled her up so she was on her hands and knees and pushed himself inside of her again. His body took over and he fucked her harder and harder, he couldn’t hold back anymore, he pulled her hips back and forth to meet with his rhythm. He was the perfect shape for her, his cock slammed into her g spot every time he moved forward and soon Claire was screaming loudly, and tom was moaning as well, they couldn’t last any longer and they both came together, breathless, he collapsed on top of her, still inside. They kissed again slowly not wanting to let each other go.

Tom was still hard as a rock, and Claire definitely wanted more so they headed for the large walk in shower, but that’s for another story.

I slide into the window seat, and stow my handbag. The other passengers have mostly boarded, and I have the luxury of a row to myself. Thankful to be left alone with my thoughts, I adjust the cool air vent as high as it will go and, as the attendants do their demonstration, I flip mindlessly through the magazine with my forehead pressed against the window, at the edge, where the condensation gathers between the panes. Neither the cold air, nor the coolness of the window against my skin is enough to slow the heat I feel building in my body just thinking about what lies ahead a thousand miles and a couple of hours in Seattle.

I try to focus on the work I brought on the plane with me. Why did I think I’d get any of that done? I concentrate on reviewing the contract, but my mind wanders to that late night taxi ride a few weeks ago. His hand on my leg. My lips on his. Nails digging in to the back of his neck, just above his hairline, pulling him in as deep as possible into a kiss that burned like fire. I’ve had my eyes closed, thinking about his touch, the feel of his skin, the taste of him, and I am relieved no one is sitting next to me, because I have been breathing in the way I do when I think of touching him. It’s audible, a slight purr. And there’s no mistaking what I’m thinking of when I make that sound. I’m pretty sure my face is flushed.

I hope I won’t see him at the airport.

I want the suspense to build until it is deliciously unbearable. If we have to endure the 30 minute taxi ride to the hotel together there will be no stopping. I need that restaurant table between our bodies in order to prolong the pleasure, no matter how painful it might be. I intend for it to be equally painful for him. The thought of having complete control over his pleasure makes me squirm in my seat, and I can feel the seam of my jeans pressing against my crotch, which only makes me hotter.

I consider the carefully chosen red panties in my suitcase, and the stockings with a garter, and I imagine his reaction when he sees them on me, how he will not be able to stop himself from wanting me, touching me, kissing me, fucking me. My nipples harden at just the though of his lips on them. His hands on my back, pulling me closer.

Even though he is nowhere near, my skin tingles the way it does when he is close. I am so ready for his touch, I want to slide my hand into my panties and rub my clit until I come, right on the taksim escort plane, just like I did that day in his car. But I know I won’t, because I want to save that for him. I want to come with him deep inside me, my legs wrapped around him, fingers in his hair, teeth on his neck. And I want nothing more than to make him come. As many times as I can. I’m not counting on us being able to pull off this much time together ever again, so I want to make the most of it.

I’ve daydreamed about kissing every inch of his body. Tasting him, especially his delicious, perfect cock. I have imagined, so many times, giving him head, slowly, teasingly, my tongue tracing the ridge where the shaft of his cock meets the head, sucking until he can’t stand it any more. I am breathing quickly, deeply, and I know if he was here, and touching me, I would come. If just the thought of him can take me this close to the edge, what is it going to be like having him so close with no interruptions, no timelines, no other commitments? The prospect of having him all to myself for hours, instead of minutes that are never really enough, is unbelievable. I wonder if it will be too much, and then discard the thought as quickly as it came. I know that I want to use every minute.

Though I’d got on the plane with every good intention to get a bit of work done, I hear the crew announce our descent and I realize I have spent the entire flight imagining our total consumption of each other. I return my tray table to its upright and locked position and prepare to land. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, my pulse is pounding in my pussy so intensely it almost hurts.

I roll my case off the plane and head for the taxi rank, avoiding searching for him in the crowd. His flight should have arrived at almost the same time, and I need to get to the hotel before I see him, or all hell will break loose with the way I have gotten wound up on that flight. I find a taxi, and climb in, my cheeks pink with excitement.

“Where to, Miss?”

“Downtown Hyatt, please.”

I relax back into the seat and close my eyes. Waiting for my heart to stop pounding. I think of work, things to keep my mind off what’s coming. I’m mostly successful, which is good, because I need to take it down a notch if this is going to last. It’s not five o’clock yet, I haven’t even seen him, and I am ready to jump him immediately.

The beyoğlu escort lobby of the Hyatt greets me with its shiny expanse of floor, coloured lights and graceful ceiling. The staff are helpful, efficient as always. I check in and am up to my room in no time flat. I drop my bags on the bed nearest the door and unzip my rolling case.

I carefully unpack the silky red panties and the dress I have planned to wear to dinner, hanging them carefully, and smiling to myself as I wonder exactly how long that dress will stay on once he sees me in it. I decide that I will try to keep it on as long as possible in order to maximize his pleasure and mine. I really want him to beg, to tell me how much he wants to touch me, to need to touch me with every fibre of his body. However, I know, in all likelihood, it will be me begging before the night is too far along, he has a much better sense of self control than I do. I have never experienced such deep, and unrelenting desire for anyone before. At times it’s overwhelming, and hard to catch my breath. What is the likelihood of me begging him to fuck me before we are even out of the restaurant? The odds seem pretty good. I must try my hardest. I smile as I think how much I’d love for him to yank my dress up to my hips and fuck me up against a wall in the alley on the way back from the restaurant.

I start the steaming shower going, and peel off my jeans. I drop the soaking wet panties on the floor and step into the steamy shower, letting the hot water wash over my flushed skin. I reach for the razor I’ve brought and shave my legs under the hot water. I put one foot up on the side of the bathtub, massage shaving gel onto my pussy and carefully shave everything, except for a small landing strip on the front. I run my fingers slowly over every square millimetre of my pussy to make sure it is perfectly smooth, and my fingers, slowly circling my clit, feel so good, I don’t want to stop. But I do. I lower the temperature of the shower and use the shower head to rinse all the shaving gel off with cool water. The feeling of the cool water running over my smooth, wet pussy feels incredible. I’d better shut that off before I get too carried away.

I wrap a towel around myself and leave a trail of wet footprints on the carpet as I plug my iPod into the bedside Bose station and choose the playlist labelled “hot”. beşiktaş escort It’s full of deep base rhythm and sexy lyrics. Definitely music to fuck to.

I slowly dry my hair, and every inch of my body, starting with my toes, and working up. I rub lotion into my legs, arms and shoulders, before blow drying my hair.

I dress carefully, slowly. First, pulling on the silky red panties and then slipping on the matching red bra. Because I have just shaved, I can feel the silky fabric of the panties rubbing against every last part of my pussy. It makes me shiver. I wish it was him touching me with his fingers, tongue, anything, really.

I pull the black dress over my head, pulling it into place, the deep vee neck exposing the rounded tops of my breasts, just enough that I know he will not be able to concentrate on dinner. Instead, I know he will be thinking of sliding his hands down my shoulders, pushing the dress down, over my breasts and then pushing past the little red bra, before taking my nipple in his mouth and burying his face in me. I tug the dress a little this way and that, and I smile when I see that, if I move in just the right way, a sliver of red bra will peek out, letting him see, when he can’t touch me over the restaurant table, a little glimpse of what’s to come.

I am just finishing my careful makeup and putting on my necklace when there is a knock at the door. My stomach jumps into my throat. I wasn’t expecting him so soon! I am caught off guard by having to face him before I am fully prepared, but my excitement at seeing him takes over. I open the door with a huge smile, ready to welcome him with a kiss that tells him what’s coming later, but it’s not him. Instead, there is a bell boy with an envelope.

“I have a message for you, Miss.”

“Thank you.” My eyebrow is still raised in surprise. I take the envelope, and give him $5.

“Have a good evening, Miss.”

And then he’s gone, back down the hall towards the elevators.

I close the door behind me, and stare at the envelope. It doesn’t look like his writing, but then, seeing as I fell for his fake interview letter despite the signature, maybe I am not the best judge. I tear it open. Inside is a single sheet of paper. It says:

Hotel bar

6:30 pm

That’s only 5 minutes, which sure doesn’t leave me much time!

I strap my black, heeled sandals on to my feet, thankful that I had time to get a pedicure earlier, and that the red nails are perfect. Those heels will look fabulous when I’m wearing only my tiny red panties.

I grab my handbag, do one last check on my hair, and head out the door, my whole body tingling at the thought of seeing him in a few short minutes, wondering what the next 6 hours will hold.

*****

The summer sales push was over for another year and, inevitably, the Sales Director had invited all his sales staff to a party to celebrate a successful campaign. It was a ritual that Katie always dreaded. She had no time for a load of drunken reps childishly slapping each other on the back and trying to chat up their wives and husbands. She had enough trouble with customers coming on to her without colleagues doing it too, and it was especially true this year as far as Katie was concerned, because her husband, Hugh, had walked out on her some months previously. Being on her own made her a target for every juvenile Casanova on the firm.

In the end she told herself she’d had enough of fending off randy salesmen and wandered outside to get a breath of fresh air, as well as trying to clear her head of alcohol fumes. The evening was moonlit and clear and it was a relief to be free from the insufferable people she’d been stuck with all evening. But even then there was giggling in the bushes where someone’s chat up line had worked and so she rolled her eyes in disgust before making her way out of sight around the side of the property to lean against the garage wall. The one thing she didn’t need was for some randy couple to remind her of the sex that she wasn’t getting. Not that she’d been getting that much when she was married.

She probably wouldn’t have minded Hugh’s desertion so much if it had been for another woman, but to leave just because she couldn’t produce children had hit her where it hurt. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t wanted kids too. But then he was ten years older than her thirty-nine and that age gap had become more and more apparent as middle age set in. He wanted children and he made no secret of his disappointment in her. She had made matters worse by suggesting that her inability to get pregnant could allow them to let their hair down in the bedroom. That had gone down like a lead balloon. As far as Hugh was concerned sex was for procreation and not recreation, and so far from having more they ended up having less and less. Eventually things degenerated so far that they slept in separate bedrooms and their sex life ground to a complete halt. But then he had never been a passionate lover and variety, as far as he was concerned, belonged in vaudeville.

After Hugh’s departure she had dated just once, grabbing at an unexpected and unplanned opportunity to satisfy her needs. But when the man (man?) pleaded with her to “smack his naughty little bottom” she determined to give up on men altogether and console herself with her own fingers and a vibrator until she finally managed to lull her libido to sleep. Men, she promised herself, were something she would do without.

But then at this party she saw a new man, a brown haired, blue eyed and very handsome man in probably his late twenties, and when he caught her staring at him and their eyes locked she felt that almost forgotten jolt of adrenalin brought on by pure lust. Her carefully suppressed urge had been reawakened in a moment and her promise went out of the window. He gave her a slow sexy smile as if he could read her thoughts, making her blush with embarrassment even though she could see a corresponding lust in his eyes. She knew then, without doubt, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him – even though by his side was a raven haired and very attractive woman who was very obviously ‘with’ him. She averted her gaze and wandered away across the room, trying to shake off the longing that he had so unexpectedly triggered. As the evening wore on she found herself with her eyes roaming the room, brushing aside all other approaches as she looked for him, and then turning away each time they found him because he was always gazing back, desire still burning in his eyes. If only he had been on his own. She was sure that his partner could see them exchanging lust filled glances, but she couldn’t stop herself wanting him.

That was actually why she decided to take a walk in the garden, telling herself it was to clear her head but secretly acknowledging that it was really to escape the hunger that this dark haired stranger generated. She couldn’t have him and so she escaped to the peace and quiet of the night, desperate to control the feelings inside her. The relief she found outside was so welcome she found herself smiling naturally for the first time that evening and for a few minutes she simply revelled in the hushed solitude and the feel of cool night air on her bare arms. But then a shadow materialised beside her.

‘So you wanted to get away from it all too, eh?’

Now she had a voice to put to the face, a voice just as sexy as his smouldering gaze. She started with surprise as she wondered stupidly why he had come out too, while knowing only too well why he was there. He leaned on the wall beside her, obviously intending to keep her company. She turned her head to look at him, making out his features more clearly than she had expected in the moonlight. He was even more handsome mecidiyeköy escort close up.

‘You can only take so much false bonhomie in one evening.’ She told him.

He turned to face her. ‘I couldn’t agree more. And the present company is so much nicer.’

It was such an obvious chat up line that she might easily have been offended, but instead she smiled silently at his nerve. She looked into his eyes, trying to find some reply but instead finding herself snared by that sexy gaze again. She felt her defences drop away like petals in a breeze as they stared at each other, each weighing up the other’s expression. His face came closer to hers. She knew what he intended, and her heart began to hammer even before his arms came up and encircled her. As their lips met she thought momentarily about his dark haired partner, but her need was greater than her guilt.

The kiss was hard, fierce almost, their mouths grinding together, tongues exploring eagerly, arms clinging, bodies pushing together, all scruples forgotten. His hands were everywhere, pulling at her top, pushing it up. She gasped as he burrowed under her bra, finding her breasts, squeezing them, rightly certain that she wouldn’t refuse him. Her own hands gained a life of their own in response and before she had even thought of it they found his zip, hauling it down and investigating inside, working his erection out into the open.

He groaned softly as her fingers encircled his cock and then suddenly he pushed her back against the wall, feeling urgently under her skirt, not waiting to pull her panties down but simply pushing them to one side to make way for him. She lifted one leg, wrapping it around his waist to give him room, knowing he would take her anyway. She was wet and open and his cock slid easily up into her. She should have wondered why she needed him so much, but she was past caring, all she wanted was to be fucked, and fucked hard.

He slammed into her, no hesitation, no finesse – but it was just what she wanted. She heard his breathing, harsh and desperate in her ear, his groans getting louder as he thrust harder and harder into her, ramming her painfully against the wall. She came only just before he did; gasping loudly even though she tried to stifle her noises. Then he was there too, with urgent, hard thrusts as his cock jerked and spurted into her.

It was over quickly, both of them releasing their needs with each other before leaning side by side on the garage wall, panting for breath as they adjusted their clothes and trying in vain to look innocent.

‘Can we meet again?’ He asked.

‘Yes.’

She couldn’t have explained her response, it hadn’t been the world’s best sex, it hadn’t even been the most satisfying sex, but it was exactly what she had needed, and if she was going to get laid again then it had to be him.

‘Tuesday evening?

‘Yes.’ She nodded eagerly, then, almost as an afterthought. ‘Where?’

‘Park in the far corner of the shopping centre car park and I’ll find you there. About eight-o-clock.’

For some reason she liked the way he was making the decisions, and an assignation in a car park sounded dangerously exciting, although they would obviously go on somewhere from there. Maybe back to her place?

‘Sounds good.’ She told him.

He kissed her briefly, a quick peck on the lips before he walked quickly away and back to the party. A few minutes later she followed, smiling secretly at the feel of his cum dampening her panties.

A few discreet questions in the office on Monday morning told her that his name was Mitchell Grainger, Mitch to his friends, aged thirty-one, slightly older than she had him pegged for, that he lived on the far side of town and that he covered the sales territory adjacent to hers. This, she reminded herself wryly, was something she thought would never happen, having to ask about a man she’d already had sex with. She never asked if he was married.

By Tuesday evening she was having grave doubts about meeting Mitch, if only because the fact that he was eight years her junior reminded her how unsuited she and Hugh had been where the age gap had been not that much bigger. Well, at least she wasn’t looking to marry the guy, and then that thought made her wonder if this would be a one off meeting or if either of them would want to make an ongoing thing out of it. She didn’t think she could cope with anything too long term. That was, of course, if he turned up in the first place and he could easily have changed his mind by now.

She arrived well before the allotted time, driving past the cars clustered around the entrance to park, as instructed, at the far end of the car park. It wasn’t a busy time for the store, the daytime shoppers had gone but the late night booze brigade had not yet turned out, and she was virtually on her own in this remote corner, just a scattering of cars with their own reasons for parking so far from the etiler escort doors. She sat looking around, her mouth dry and her heart thumping, waiting for Mitch to arrive. Was it, she wondered, a sign of how desperate she was to start a new sex life. Yes, she decided ruefully. She believed this was her chance for the sort of sex she had dreamed of but never enjoyed and yes, she was desperate for that. A car pulled into the slot two away from hers and her head whipped around expecting to see Mitch’s face smiling at her, but it was just a middle aged couple who ignored her and wandered slowly off towards the entrance.

She sat back and looked at her watch, still eight minutes to go. Plenty of time, what was she worried about? He’d turn up, of course he would – always assuming he could get away from his wife. She was sure he was married to the dark haired woman he’s been at the party with. What if she’d found out and prevented him from coming. Five minutes to go and she’d convinced herself it had been a wasted journey. A man like that wouldn’t want to risk his marriage for a woman like her. Two minutes to go and a car slid into the space between her own and that of the other couple, and this time it really was Mitch, his face turned to her and smiling just as she had imagined it would be. He beckoned her over and she jumped out, quickly locking her car before climbing in beside him.

‘Hi.’ She said, trying her hardest to sound nonchalant. ‘You timed it well.’

‘Hi to you too.’ He grinned. ‘I’ve been looking forward to tonight.’

She couldn’t keep the smile out of her voice. ‘So have I.’

‘I’m Mitch.’ He told her suddenly.

She nodded, not revealing that she already knew. ‘Katie.’

For a couple of seconds they simply sat and looked at each other, and then, almost in unison, they leaned in for their first kiss of the evening, their arms going around each other as far as the confined space would allow. The kiss was not as harsh as the first time, but it was just as intense, just as passionate and once again his free hand found her breast, squeezing it gently through her top. She heard herself murmuring her pleasure as his tongue investigated her mouth, dancing with hers as each probed between the other’s lips.

‘I wasn’t sure you’d really want to meet me again.’ She gasped, voicing her fears as they finally pulled apart.

He chuckled. ‘Well I did, and even if I didn’t – he did.’ He took hold of her hand and pushed it down to his crotch so that she could feel his erection through the material, long and hard.

‘Oh my god.’ She groaned, fondling him. ‘I’m so glad, because I sure want to meet him.’

‘Take him out then, and say hello.’

‘What, here?’ She asked, shocked but excited.

‘Why not?’ He responded. ‘There’s nobody to see.’

She didn’t speak; instead she unzipped him with trembling fingers and pushed her hand into his pants, finding his cock, hot and hard. She wasn’t used to working a rock hard cock free and she heard him gasp briefly with discomfort as she pulled him clear.

‘Sorry.’ She apologised for the hurt as she gazed at his circumcised cock, veined and bulbous, thinking how beautifully ugly it was.

‘No problem.’ He told her, pushing his seat back. ‘But maybe you should kiss him better.’

She looked at him in surprise and he nodded in confirmation, his hand going around to the back of her head and pushing her gently in right direction, leaving her in no doubt. She looked around wildly, panicking, but Mitch was right, there was no one around. She took him in her hand, stroking his shaft and marvelling at its hardness as she shuffled back and then bent forward, cautiously closing her mouth around the head. She’d never actually done oral sex before because Hugh looked upon it with distaste, in either direction. She’d offered to do it, even once attempted to try it, but he had pulled away, telling her he thought it depraved. Now she was actually doing it and it was a steep learning curve.

The head of Mitch’s cock felt hot and huge in her mouth, filling it, sending shivers down her spine as she swirled her tongue around the warm flesh. At first she simply tasted it, exploring the new and unusual sensation of having a man’s cock in her mouth. But then she began to move her head, sliding his cock in and out as far as she could take it, moving her hand in a counter rhythm and wanking him into her mouth. He moaned softly with pleasure and she smiled happily around his cock at the sound. She glanced up. He had his head tipped a little way back, his eyes were closed and his mouth hung partly open, all signs of his enjoyment. At least she must be doing it right, even if she wasn’t experienced.

She wondered how long he would want her to continue. He’d tell her when he wanted her to stop, she told herself, for he obviously wouldn’t want to come in her mouth and spend himself before they’d had full sex – or would he. She hoped he was kağıthane escort going to let her share more with him than just a quick blow job, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle him shooting into her mouth anyway. Sooner or later she would like to try that with someone, but preferably just not today. Today she wanted the cock she came on to be flesh and blood, not plastic.

She put the thoughts to the back of her mind and concentrated on what she was doing, her mouth sucking wetly at him and her hand sliding up and down a shaft lubricated by her own saliva. He rested his hand on the top of her head, keeping her in place, while the other lay across her shoulders. At first they just rested there, but soon she felt his fingers begin to dig in, the first sign that he was getting close.

Then she heard footsteps and voices, the couple were returning to their car. She tried to pull her mouth away and look up, wanting to avoid being caught, but he pushed down on her head, holding her in place.

‘Don’t stop.’ He ordered hoarsely. ‘Keep going, finish the job.’

She had no choice. To pull away now was to run the risk of being recognised. She literally kept her head down, especially as sudden realisation of what he had said came home to her. Finish the job. He was going to come in her mouth! The voices stopped and the car doors slammed. The engine started and she heard the car pull back out of its slot. She felt almost disappointed. Today was to be the day that a man finally came in her mouth, and there would be nobody to witness it. But that wouldn’t alter what was going to happen, her heart beat faster in both fear and excited anticipation. Now that she knew it was going to happen, she wanted it, thoughts of possible frustration forgotten.

His fingers gripped tighter and his hips began to twitch, pushing his cock at her. She wanked him harder, faster, waiting for the moment. And then he groaned, a low animal groan, and his cock jerked in her mouth. She closed her throat with her tongue and held her head still, finishing him with her hand. He groaned again, his cock pushed upwards and suddenly her mouth was full of his cum, beautiful, creamy, and slightly acerbic cum. She moaned herself as he flooded her mouth, loving both the sensation and the taste, wanting to hold it all in her mouth but having to swallow some to make room for the rest.

She lost count of how many times he pushed at her as he spurted into her mouth, but eventually he slowed and stopped, sagging back, his cock softening inside her mouth even as she milked the last drops from him. He pushed her away, breathing heavily beside her, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he gazed at her, nodding his thanks, unable yet to speak. She swallowed the last of his cum, running her tongue around inside her mouth and then licking her lips before smiling proudly back at him.

‘That was bloody good.’ He gasped at last.

She smiled at him again. ‘You’re more than welcome.’ She assured him.

They sat there side by side, passion spent, at least for the moment. She wondered what he intended now. Hopefully a blow job wasn’t going to be it, was it? She could read nothing in his expression and his cock was just a wilted little tassel, no good to either of them. Was he intending to stay around until his erection returned, or was he going to shrug off her needs now that his had been satisfied and leave her to her vibrator? Her fear of being left frustrated returned and she waited anxiously, watching as he got his breath back. The seconds dragged by, turning into a couple of the longest minutes she had ever had to endure.

‘Right,’ He said finally. ‘Shall we go somewhere a little more private?’

She nodded. ‘My place is free.’

‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘No, I’ve got somewhere arranged.’

He saw a look of confusion and disappointment cross her face.

‘I didn’t know if you lived with anyone.’ He told her. ‘So I booked a motel room.’

She smiled, mentally thanking him for his consideration while wishing she could take him home. ‘No, I’m free and single.’

‘Next time then?’ He asked.

‘Sure.’ So there was going to be a next time, she smiled inwardly.

‘There is something I want you to do before we go, though.’ He sounded almost shy. She looked at him curiously.

‘Take your panties off.’

Her mouth dropped open, but a quiver of excitement shot through her. Why not? She glanced around quickly and then hiked her skirt up, lifting herself from the seat and hooking her fingers into her waistband. Another quick look around and she pushed them down, bending forward to pull them over her feet. She offered them to him.

He shook his head. ‘No, you keep them. I just like the idea of you being unprotected, available whenever I want.’

She blushed bright red. Not because of not wearing underwear, but at the feeling of sudden lust that the idea of being constantly available gave her. Suddenly she pulled her skirt up, spreading her legs and showing herself to him, not knowing why but needing to confirm her consent. He gazed openly at her pussy for what seemed an age before he nodded understanding.

‘I think it’s time we moved on.’ He told her. ‘I’ll drop you back here afterwards.’

She pulled her skirt down as he moved his seat forward into place and started the engine.

This is the second in a series of stories about two neighbors getting to know each other a lot better. They can be read independently, but are probably better read in order. Feedback is always welcome!

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Sarah had installed the shower as her one major extravagance. It was huge, with an open entry, deep cobalt tiles and jets installed everywhere. She stumbled into it, her body still trembling with adrenaline and orgasm. She turned a few knobs and let the warm water wash over her. Resting her flushed face against the still-cool tile, she closed her eyes. As soon as she did, erotic images assaulted her. She could see herself spread out wantonly on his couch, her hands buried in her pussy. She could see him pumping his cock with his fist, hot eyes latched onto her wet cunt. Sarah shuddered and felt more thick desire drip out of her. She adjusted the spray.

Mark walked into the bathroom to find his new neighbor with her hands braced against the shower wall with her legs spread. She stood so a jet of water rushed over her throbbing clit. He could imagine it mixing with her juices, pulsing in her pussy. He’d come downstairs to, well, he didn’t know to what, but he’d been too intrigued to leave it where it was. He’d knocked, but there had been no answer. He tried the door and found it unlocked. Mark had opened the door a crack and called, but there’d been no response. But he’d heard the shower running, and some devilish impulse—perhaps he’d caught it from her—urged him inside. So much for conversation and a handshake. Now all he could think about was pumping into her, fucking her blind. He quickly stripped and walked into the shower.

Sarah’s breathing hitched. God, she was close. She imagined his big, throbbing cock and her pussy clenched. Inside her. Fuck, she wanted him inside her, stretching her, filling her, pounding her.

When she felt the hands slide up her torso and the cock press against her ass, she thought she was still caught in her own fantasy. Then she looked down. Strong hands cupped her breasts, tan skin contrasted against the paleness of her flesh. Tapered fingers slipped over her nipples, the nipples she’d so recently coated with her juice and his come; she could see the tips protruding from between his middle and index fingers. Those clever fingers squeezed the hard tips, dragged lightly over the aureoles and started rubbing and tugging. It felt like he was playing with a live wire connected directly to her clit. Each tug, each twist resonated in her throbbing cunt.

He withdrew one hand and grasped her around the waist, bending her slightly. He rubbed his cock up and down the cleft of her ass, enjoying the wet silky glide of her skin against his dick. Then, positioning himself, he slid his cock deep into her dripping pussy. Nudging her with his hips, he forced her clit closer to the pounding water and then drew back. Her pussy walls clenched, grabbed, trying to keep him inside her. She wasn’t even breathing anymore, but moaning, deep guttural sounds that echoed around them in the chamber, swirling with escort merter the billowing steam. Two more deep thrusts, and that was all it took. Sarah convulsed, her cries turning to a long, primeval yell of satisfaction.

Mark felt the muscles contract beneath the hand he had splayed on her taut stomach. His neighbor stood there, practically boneless, supported only by her hands and the arm he’d wrapped around her waist. Her head dropped down, displaying the elegant line of her neck and her mouth hung slightly open as her breathing slowed and returned to normal.

It took Sarah a moment to jolt back to reality. When she did, she felt water spraying against her and her new neighbor’s still-hard cock lodged deep in her pussy. Well, that hardly seemed fair. She clenched the walls of her cunt experimentally, once, twice. The third time she was rewarded with a sharp nip where her neck and shoulder met and she shuddered. She straightened and pulled away, felt his shaft sliding and the head popping out. She turned to face him. And once again, before he could speak, she pressed her fingers against his mouth.

Mark watched, almost bewitched, as his shower siren dropped to her knees in front of him. Her face was flushed from heat and orgasm. She gazed up at him, her hazel eyes glittering and heavy-lidded with lust. And then she leaned forward, and delicately flicked the tip of her pink tongue against the oozing head of his dick.

Sarah smiled to herself as she drew her tongue back and licked her lips. She could taste them both on him, her thick salty tang, his slippery salty musk. A contented sigh escaped her, blowing lightly over his aching head. Once again that tongue flicked out. She drew the tip up and down his slit, flicked it back and forth across his frenulum and then swirled it around the head. She was torturing him, torturing his cock, with a few scant centimeters of tantalizing tongue. He silently begged her to take all of him in her mouth. As his legs started to shake, he found himself mimicking her position from earlier—hands braced against the tiles, legs spread.

Sarah felt him shaking, and could almost hear him begging her to just deep throat him already. But she was having too much fun. After such a shattering orgasm, she could afford to take her time. She loved the taste and texture of him on her tongue–thick, rich and salty–and the precome continued to flow out of him, coating his head and her lips. She looked playfully up at him again; his nostrils flared, his chest heaving, his blue eyes blazing. He thrust his cock towards her, pressing it against her cheek and lips. As she drew back slightly, a thread of moisture stretched between his pulsing head and her lips. When it broke, so did some of her control.

She leaned forward again, and wrapped her lips around his hard, satiny glans. She raised a hand, and placed the bent knuckles of her first and middle finger on either side of the underside of his cock. She dragged them lightly up, then slid her fingertips along him on the downstroke. Sarah repeated the motion, up and taksim escort bayan down, up and down his shaft as she sucked harder, more insistently on the tip of his penis. He was so hard, so smooth under her seeking mouth. She still worked her tongue into his slit and around the edge where the head met the shaft.

The walls that had so recently echoed with sharp, feminine cries now resonated with low male groans. His hips flexed as he tried to work himself deeper into her hot sucking mouth. She pulled her fingers away from his cock and then braced both hands on his hard thighs. The dark hair rasped under her palms as she slid her hands over his legs, moved them up and around to grip his muscular ass. Her nails nipped playfully into his skin, and then one teasing finger traveled from the top of his crack, tickled over his taint. She cupped his tightening balls, flicked her thumb back and forth, up and down over the velvety skin. He wrenched a hand away from the wall and fisted it lightly in her hair, the wet strands silky and seductive against his fingers. He drew her head closer to him, and this time she didn’t resist.

Sarah pulled herself forward, pressed her tits against his legs, teased her nipples by rasping them against his hair. She opened her mouth and slid her lips down his hard, thick shaft. He was big, but she’d always enjoyed a challenge. She could feel the blood beating in his cock underneath her lips and tongue. She sucked and tugged and licked as his salty liquid poured down her throat. She relaxed slightly, and felt the head of his cock push against the opening of her throat. She took two deep breaths through her nostrils and pressed down harder.

Mark, lost in an erotic haze, watched as this woman he’d never spoken a word to devoured his cock. Her hot, sucking mouth enveloped him, and the muscles of her throat worked around his head. She pulled back a little, and began sliding her lips and sucking more rhythmically. His balls tightened and he knew it was only a matter of moments before he came. He could see her swallowing his come, it coating her lips and cheeks. But he stopped himself. It took every ounce of will he had, but he pulled back, out of the seductive, demanding heat of her mouth.

She stared up at him, shocked, as his cock bobbed between them.

“Inside,” he managed to rasp out. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

Sarah nodded, stunned. Her pussy had developed that aching, empty feeling, and her vaginal walls clenched at the thought of his cock driving deep into her again. She rose, grabbed his hand and dragged him to her adjoining bedroom.

Mark focused on her ass as she led him toward her bed. He wanted to take her every way. From behind, against a wall, her riding him. But now, for this time, he wanted her spread out and open underneath him.

“On your back,” he urged.

Sarah complied immediately. She leaned back on the bed, her knees bent and thighs spread wide.

“So wet. I’ve never seen a woman get so wet,” he murmured in his throaty voice. And sure enough, she could escort şirinevler feel arousal dripping thickly out of her once again. It rained onto her lips and coated her ass. He took a few deep breaths as he stared at her beckoning cunt, trying to master himself. A couple of strokes had worked on her last time, but she’d already worked herself into a near frenzy. He settled between her legs and grasped his cock. He rubbed the head up and down over her exposed clit. Her reaction was immediate as she gasped and shuddered, bucking against him. Wet. They were both so wet. He didn’t wait any longer. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he drove himself into her. Deep. Hard. She let out a mewling cry.

Sarah had never been much for talking during sex, but she couldn’t stop the words now. “Yes, yes. Fill me up. Fill me with your cock and your come.”

He surged in and out of her, the walls of her pussy gripping him like a fist. Sarah loved every thrust. His head stretching her entry to the point of pleasurable pain, her muscles clamping and undulating against the rock-hard shaft. Her world was reduced to the demanding, powerful glide between her legs.

Mark stared down at her, watched his dick sliding slick and hot and hard in and out of her pussy, her beautiful tits bouncing with each thrust. She tossed her head from side to side and she urged him on. He caught the words faster, harder and more in between gasps and moans. He spread her knees wider and leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. He pulled at one lightly with his teeth, then the other, imagining they were still covered in their mingled juices. Hands that had been fisted into the sheets grabbed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

Her nails scraped along his shoulders as he pulled back again, placed his thumb in her sopping pussy and rubbed her clit in tight, hard circles as he pounded into her tight heat. She locked her calves around his waist, pushing greedily to meet each thrust, her hips bucking, her breasts moving in time with each powerful stroke. His balls bumped against her ass as he fully buried himself to the hilt, his shaft glistened with their mixed fluids. They could both hear the sounds of their damp flesh slapping together, their ragged breathing, the bed squeaking under the assault of their animalistic fucking.

“Now. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come. Oh, God, I’m gonna come.” Her voice came out high and breathless, and she threw her head back as the spasms started deep in her pussy. Her eyes were open, but fixed and unseeing as her orgasm consumed her. Her pussy clamped around his cock; he watched her muscles contract, the deep ruby flesh clenching around the shaft he slid in and out of her.

And that was it for Mark. His balls tightened and his head swelled. With one triumphant shout, he surged deep into her grasping cunt one last time as come surged up his shaft and shot out of him. She felt thick ropes of jizz spurting hot inside of her, and she raised her hips up a few more times to urge on his climax as her body shuddered in the aftermath of her own.

Limp, she collapsed against the mattress as he fell heavy on top of her, cock still slightly twitching inside her drenched pussy, spent and fully sated. His uneven breathing rasped in her ear, and over it, she could hear water splashing from the bathroom where she’d forgotten to turn off the shower.

Here is another story told to me that I thought was worth writing up. Why is it when friends find out you like to write and they read what you’ve written, that they seem obligated to give you things to write about? 

Well on a brighter note. This story was told to me by the same friend who was the inspiration behind ‘Nymphette’, which some of you liked. He’s a retired AF NCO, as you probably know from reading that story. Hopefully this sets the stage for all of you AF personnel who like to sneak a read at Literotica. I hope you’re not doing it from the office, because Literotica can be addictive and while I love a wet pussy, walking around all day in a highly aroused state tends to get me in trouble.

Chapter 1 – Meeting Maggie again

In the vernacular of the USAF, going TDY was the equivalent of a business trip. I was TDY to Kessler AFB in Mississippi well before the last rounds of hurricanes tried to wipe it off the map. Keesler was OK and I have lots of time there. I did my first technical school there and made many trips to upgrade my skills including this trip, a two week course in production management.

I got the ‘privilege’ of spending my two weeks in Muse Manor. This was a large dormitory for Noncommissioned Officers on these types of TDY’s. The rooms were tiny and when you got there you prayed not to have a roommate because the rooms were barely big enough for one and really too small for two. So far I was lucky and didn’t have one!

Buried in the basement of Muse Manor was a laundry room filled with washers and dryers and a few chairs so you didn’t have to leave your laundry unattended. Rarely did anything disappear, but you never knew if someone would empty your washer onto a table without tossing your stuff in a dryer. It sucked, but that was a way of life — as any dorm dweller knows. So I decided to get an early start and do my laundry on Saturday before it got busy and then I could figure out how to spend the rest of my weekend. So I’m sure you can picture this: Laundry in the machines, you try and get comfy on a hard plastic chair and read the paper. Two other guys were down there doing what I was doing. Being early, we tended not to talk to each other more than a grunt. About halfway during my wash cycle a girl came in.

I didn’t see her well, she came in with her laundry and her back was to me. I barely caught a profile and I thought she reminded me of someone. I looked at her rear view and the more I looked, the more I swore I knew her. She was very slim; almost shoulder length dark brown hair. She was in the uniform de-jure — shorts and a tee shirt. There was nothing on the back of the tee to give me any clues. I was just about to put up to my imagination or wishful thinking when she turned around.

Maggie: I was meeting an old friend for lunch and decided to get my laundry done early so I hit the place earlier than I ever had before. There were three guys in there, but that wasn’t a problem, guys generally left you alone, unless it was late and they were drunk. I had a chill up my spine as I realized one of the guys was looking at me as I went between the soap dispenser and the washing machine. I could feel his creepy eyes following me. It was so unnerving. Just as I got fed up with it, I decided to turn around and give the dickhead a piece of my mind.

“Maggie!”

“Oh my God, Eddy!”

It wasn’t an asshole, it was Eddy! We worked together out west about 6 or 7 years ago. He was my boyfriend’s roommate back then.

Holy shit it was Maggie! She had been James’ girlfriend and also worked on a similar system as my crew. We knew each other fairly well, but it had been more than 5 years ago. I got up and she headed in my direction and we met in-between. She hugged me something fierce, her legs and arms wrapping around me, my hands ended up cupping her ass.

When I hugged him, he lifted me up. I remember how strong he always was. Without thinking my legs went around his hips and then I felt his hands supporting me on my butt. Damn he felt good! Or was it these 6 months of no sex talking?

She slid down me and stood my hands now on the small of her back. She felt so alive under my hands, and her slim body vibrant and my own body reacted in typical male fashion.

Damn he felt even better and then I felt him getting hard. God, Eddy! I remember waking up with James and looking over at his bunk thinking things I shouldn’t shouldn’t have been thinking, but he was feeling so good. I felt my own body respond and then reined in my reaction. Eddy was married last I heard, and now that the brain is signaling more than my underused hormones, so am I.

She got her laundry going and then sat with me as we caught up. Let’s see, the last time I saw Maggie was when she headed out for her reassignment. I think she was heading to North Dakota while I was staying put. She might have been going to northern Nevada or Colorado, but I couldn’t remember. We were escort bayan şişli part of a unit that shut down operations and went contract. I transferred to a new job on base and she went to a different radar site. She and James were pretty tight, sleeping together in the dorm. I made sure I stayed away until I knew they were asleep since there was no such thing as a private room back then. James and I were sergeants and she was an airman first class. I remember what a sweet person she was!

I also remembered one day when she was having a really bad day. She came to the dorm room forgetting James was up on the range. She ended up crying a little on my shoulder. I fed her lunch and we spent the hour just talking. After lunch she was still feeling out of sorts and I hugged her again. She straddled my lap and wrapped her legs around me while she hugged me. Since we were on the floor it was really the only place to sit together short of the bed. She felt me, I know she felt me because she ground a little against me then she said “What would James think of this?”

“I think he’d only get pissed off if we were naked!” She laughed and stopped grinding. To this day I remember that hour and knew if my hands went to her ass and encouraged her, I probably could have made love with her that day. Some nasty honest streak kept me from acting. Part of me felt more brotherly toward her and the other part of me was afraid of taking advantage of a younger airman. In any event she left with a smile on her face and feeling much better. I did what most horny guys did when they were all alone and no immediate relief in sight. But that was years ago!

We talked through my clothes and her clothes and then even longer. I escorted her back to her room, still getting caught up. She was married and two kids. She knew I was also married and now with two kids of my own. She had been here for almost 6 months, her family was in Europe. I was halfway through my two weeks and would see my family the next weekend.

She put her stuff away and went back with me to my room. Still no roommate! She lay back on the extra bed while I put my small pile of stuff away.

“Eddy, come to lunch with me. I’m meeting an old friend, Julie, you might remember her. She was on my system when we worked together.”

I did remember her, so I joined her for lunch. Julie had changed more than Maggie, that’s for sure. She was no longer on active duty still married but from the sounds of things it was a little shaky. As I remembered she talked a mile a minute and by the end of lunch I was exhausted.

“My god she hasn’t changed!” Maggie said as she drove us back to base.

“No, she’s still as talkative as ever!”

“I know, you should see her emails! Miles long with such little details.”

When we got back to base it was a nice day, so rather than get cooped up, we went for a walk. Somewhere on the walk we started walking arm in arm and then arms around each other. To a small degree it reminded me of my first trip to Keesler as a new airman myself — walking with a girlfriend to find some privacy to just be with them. The age-old problem with dorms is roommates and a severe lack of privacy.

I’m not sure when, but we did stop talking and just walked. The base had changed a bit, many buildings we remembered were gone, and a lot of new ones in their place. We saw groups of trainees marching together, both of us thankful we were well past that sort of thing.

As the walk grew longer I started remembering Maggie hugging me in the laundromat and once again remembering her on the floor of my dorm all those years ago. I was afraid to mention it in case she didn’t remember it, or a small part of me was afraid she might remember it, but not in the same way I did.

We walked what felt like miles. Around the old ‘Triangle’, the dorm area for the new airmen, along part of the flight line, even along the Back Bay and marina for a bit. I couldn’t believe it, but I felt like I was 18 again on my first date with someone. I was sorta nervous, which is strange because I knew him so well. My favorite memory was a really crummy day. I was in garrison and taking some training and everything seemed to go fucking wrong that day. The training sucked, one of my friends dumped on me, I was feeling bad and even skipped breakfast and lunch. I went to see James, and to top it all, he was uprange! Eddie was there and he made me feel so much better. He almost made me feel too good! A few more minutes and I might have shocked the shit out of him!

Why am I remembering this now! I am married, he is married, and it’s not to each other! Calm down, you bitch! This guy would make a lousy one night stand! OK, let me get over this and I promise plenty of masturbation as soon as my roommate leaves for church tomorrow! I just wish my body please calm the hell down.

At the point of the walking trail around the flight line we were escort topkapı standing there looking over the bay. The sun was lower in the sky and reflecting off the water beautifully. A seagull banked and drove right over us; I guess we were near a nest. Eddy ducked and turned toward me, I swear I didn’t plan it, I’m not fucking sure who initiated it, but we kissed!

It was a good kiss, not perfect, but when our lips touched; neither of us seemed to be able to move. I think it caught him as much by surprise as it did me.

His arms went around me and the kiss went on. When I felt myself pushing against his thigh, my mouth opened in a small moan and I felt his tongue tentatively touch my lips and in a moment the kiss went from good to great! I was so turned on I practically orgasmed on the spot!

She kissed me; at least I think she kissed me. Our faces were close and the next second we touched. It felt, well there is no describing it. It was sweet and hot and tender and firm. When her mouth opened I felt the kiss go beyond anything that could be explained by a casual touching of the lips. Her arms went around my neck and mine went around her waist, pulling her against me. Memories of that hug on the floor faded as new ones of an amazing girl pressed against me took their place. When the kiss broke we were both breathless and speechless.

We walked back to Muse Manor not exactly in silence, but each of us thinking hard about what just happened. Without a word we went back to my room where we could talk without her roommate getting involved.

The only place in the room for us to actually sit was the beds. I thought about lying on the other bed, but she pulled me down and we lay there, face to face, looking at each other and not saying anything. I studied her face. She wasn’t beautiful in a classic way, but there was life in her face that shone brightly. She had a few crinkles around her eyes that hadn’t been there years ago, but they added to her face in good ways! She had a terrific smile, but it was missing right at the moment. After a few minutes I tried to talk, but she held her finger to my lips and stopped me. I was going to probably say something that would have ruined the moment, but she didn’t want to hear it. She was plenty smart enough to realize anything I would say and probably had many of those identical thoughts on the way back after that kiss!

I probably shouldn’t have gone back to his room, but I really did want to talk. The twin bed was really too tiny to lay on with him, but it was that or the floor. Actually there wasn’t really enough room on the floor. The other bed beckoned, but I didn’t want to lose the physical connection, and I got the feeling he didn’t either. I wanted to talk, but words didn’t really want to come.

After a while we kissed again! Once again I’m not sure who kissed whom, but without realizing it our lips touched again only this time we went from touching lips to exploring each other’s mouth with our tongues. Our bodies intertwined as his arms held me and one of my legs went around his. We twisted until his face was above mine, his thigh again between my legs, and the pressure from the center seam of my jeans was hitting me in just the worst spot, or best spot depending on your point of view. I was instantly wet and could feel him growing hard again against my hip.

We twisted back and somehow without rolling on the floor I ended up on top of him, his hands at my waist as I pressed myself down on him. That little seam was really pushing me along. I sat up, didn’t realize how that would change to pressure until a wave nearing an orgasm caught me. I pulled his hands up my chest until he was cupping my small breasts and pushed down hard on him, rocking my hips against him. I think at this point we knew we were both in trouble because he pushed up and then made this deep guttural groan that told me where his head was.

She turned us and then sat up her crotch right across my now hard cock. She closed her eyes for a moment and leaned her head back and then pressed down on me with a little wriggle of her hips. When she looked back I saw the fire burning in her eyes. She leaned her head down and pushed down again, this time I felt her move and pushed my hips up at the same time. It was my turn to close my eyes and groan as the sweet pressure increased. She pulled my hands to her breasts and leaned down putting her hands on my shoulders. I looked into those eyes again and knew we were well beyond the point of no return. I wanted this girl so much and she made it clear without a sound that she wanted me.

I pulled her tee up and ran my hands under it back to her breasts; she shucked the shirt before my hands got there and the bra shortly thereafter. My hands kneaded her beautiful little breasts, less than a handful and mostly all aureole and nipple. Her nipples were hard and pushing them flat against her chest made her escort bayan mecidiyeköy roll her hips again.

She got up and tugged at my shirt. While she undid her jeans, I stripped off mine as well. I think we were both in a hurry because we each left our socks on. She got back on top of me and pressed my cock along her belly; her pussy was flowing freely with warm liquid that I felt on my balls and running down my ass. She rubbed me and paused for a second. Afterwards I thought about birth control, but I will admit as unsafe as it was, I wasn’t thinking about it at the time. She lifted up and with one move I was deep within her. The heat was tremendous as was the slick, lubricated feeling.

She leaned back down and started riding me slowly, very slowly. We were both so turned on it was like an exquisite torture. Her facial expressions brought a new level of loveliness to her face. She didn’t look pained like many do during sex, she looked happy, her smile was wide, then her mouth would open wide as she caught her breath, then the smile would return as she exhaled. My hands found her breasts again; those lovely hard nipples made her breath catch in her throat as I flicked them with the edge of my thumb. A small orgasm went through her and she stopped moving.

I came once; it was a warm feeling, like the breeze just before a storm, the warm tropical breeze that heralded the hurricane. He stopped me from moving again and lifted me off him and pulled my waist toward his face, I wasn’t sure what he wanted until he touched my pussy with his fingers and then licked them. He wanted to eat me! God, my husband hadn’t gone ‘downtown’ since our honeymoon. I spun on my knees and straddled his face. In my face was his cock! It was a beautiful cock, completely glistening with my juices. I licked it like a rare treat, tasting myself on him. My scent mixed with his muskiness and then his hands pulled my ass down and I felt his tongue touch me. Like my slow movement he explored more than eating me. I felt him being so gently, opening me up and slowing using the tip and flat of his tongue. I was getting more excited by the second and I knew he must have sensed it because when I lost myself to the feeling and stopped touching and tasting his cock, he would slow down and stop tasting me. The pressure being built was incredible!

I felt another orgasm coming, this one more powerful than before. I clamped my thighs on the side of his head and he did something no one ever did. He touched his thumb to my asshole just as the orgasm wracked my body. I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to, the orgasm made every muscle in my body tighten and I felt my asshole clamp his thumb just as he penetrated. When I realized what had happened and started to object, after recovering, his tongue hit my clit and all cares of his thumb were gone! I sucked his cock all the way down my throat, something I have always been able to do and thought for a moment how nice it would have been to have done this to him years ago! Maybe life would have been . . . OMG, he thumb, his fingers in my pussy, and his lips sucking on my clit sent me over once again! I couldn’t help myself. I arched up and then . . .

She came back to reality half on my bed but half across the one nightstand wide gap and on the other bed. Her scream caused someone from the next room to pound on the wall. I held her, but couldn’t move her because she would have fallen on the floor. When I saw her head lift she started laughing.

“To bad we aren’t back in the old dorm on the floor. We had lots of space then.”

“You do remember, I wasn’t sure.”

“Of course I remember, it was a terrific moment!”

She got back on this bed and laid next to me. Her hand wrapped my cock as she looked at me.

“I seem to have been really selfish!”

“No, Maggie, I just can’t quite ‘lock and load’ as fast or as often as you can. Let yourself launch as often as you want!”

She smiled, adding to the beauty in her face. “I can’t believe you ate me.”

“Why?”

“Guys always hated doing that.”

“I never had a problem doing it. You taste terrific and get really, really wet.”

“My hus . . .”

“Shhhhh! No comparisons to husbands or wives right now. We are in deep enough as it is.”

She frowned for a second, and then tightened her grip. “Do you want to stop?”

In answer I kissed her and rolled her onto her back, a second’s adjustment to the center of the bed and we were in the classic missionary position. I straightened up and my knees sank deep in the thin mattress. I pulled her against me by her hips and the rubbed the head of my cock across her sweet and juicy pussy.

“Pregnancy?” My brain was partially there for just a moment.

“Tubal after my second!”

I smiled and as I leaned down to kiss her, I sank my cock in her all the way! Her thin legs clamped around me, I think she locked ankles behind me because when I lifted up, she came with me. She hugged me tight and stayed glued to my body as I lifted her completely up and off the bed. I wasn’t balanced right so we came back down hard and I went into her deeper than I thought humanly possible. Her legs tightened again and we laid there catching our breaths for a second.

It seemed almost too good to be true, and Terry had to look twice to make sure; but, there, walking with his lead painter past his office door, was the new paint rep he’d heard about.

Brittany.

If his first impression was correct, she was everything he’d been told: pretty, petite, and blonde, with a body just made for the tight white jeans and knit shirt she wore today. Of course, he only got a glance at her as she passed his door, but he was pretty sure it was her. Excusing himself from the conversation he was in with two of his other workers, he headed for the paint shop. “Damn that Frank,” he growled to himself. Was he trying to keep her all to himself? Who was in charge, here?

Entering the paint shop, he saw Frank returning to his desk, and the back door just swinging shut.

“Who was that, Frank? Where was she from?”

Frank looked over at him, giving him the usual baleful expression that he had become known for.

“What…originally?” he asked, then mumbled to himself. “I’m not sure,” he said quietly. “Atlanta, maybe…” Frank was a man of few words, and half of those meant next to nothing, but he had an extremely dry sense of humor, and normally Terry would have found something funny in his offhand answer. Not right now, though. He noticed the new ballcap that Frank was wearing, and the folded t-shirt in his hand.

“Dammit, Frank! I meant, was she the new Glidden rep, or what?”

Without waiting for an answer, one that could take another minute to arrive, Terry burst on through the back door, and hollered at the head of blonde hair that was disappearing into the big Suburban.

“Hey! Just a minute!”

He saw her turn to him and she paused, midway through shutting the truck door. Her face, and it WAS cute, wore a puzzled expression, as if she wasn’t really used to being accosted in this particular way. She waited to see if he was going to approach her, and as he did, she slid from the seat.

“Can I help you?” she asked, with a VERY southern accent, and Terry was already in love. Her blue eyes held his as he strode up to her, his hand outstretched.

Terry introduced himself as the maintenance supervisor, and told her he was in charge of all buying for the department. Not true, exactly, but close enough, and told with such conviction that the girl immediately warmed to him. “Salespeople! Gotta love ’em,” he said to himself.

Especially this one, he decided, as she quickly attempted to sell him on the benefits of using their paint over their competitor’s paint, all the while fixing him with her most provocative smile. Turning to retrieve brochures from the plastic file box on the seat, she gave him a chance to really look her over, unnoticed. He observed her trim waist and the way those jeans stretched across her ass, and the enticing way in which her arm pushed one breast against the side of the other as she reached. Her deep tan testified to hours spent at the beach, or in a tanning bed.

“And if you want,” she was saying as she turned back to him, “we can look at your…usage of certain finishes. We have it all on computer.” Her pause in mid-sentence told him she had noticed his appraisal of her body, and the fact that she continued on with her statement, almost non-stop, told him something else, as did her body language as she handed him the literature. She leaned toward him a bit more than necessary, he thought, and her eyes held his a little longer than recent acquaintances normally would.

Interesting.

She left shortly after, making him promise to call her if she could do anything for him, and he assured her that he would. As he walked back through the paint shop, Frank was watching him with an amused smile on his face.

“Get any business done, boss?” he asked quietly, and showed his cigarette-stained teeth in a lecherous smile. Terry answered him curtly.

“Nah,” he said, slipping her business card into his shirt pocket. “Just checkin’ out her ass.”

* * *

He waited almost a week before calling her, and the first thing she said to him was, “Gee, I thought you’d forgotten me.” It was delivered in an almost childish tone, with that southern accent spicing it up. He smiled to himself.

“Not likely,” he said with a laugh.

He told her he had a problem that might involve some computer paint matching, and she volunteered to meet him at the paint shop door in an hour.

“No good. We go to lunch in half an hour. Why don’t you meet me at the Roadhouse Grille out on 41 in the next hour? I’ll spring for lunch, if you can make it.” He smiled to himself as she readily agreed.

Wondering what she was wearing today occupied the better part of the next hour, and by the time she pulled into the parking lot, he’d been hard for 15 minutes, and was beginning to notice the aching in his cock. “S’bout time,” he murmured, as he watched her exit the Suburban. He was not displeased by her appearance. Not at all.

She wore a short black skirt, and a teal tank top with embroidery escort levent around the neckline. High heels made her look taller than her real height, which he estimated at somewhat under 5 feet. Her shock of blonde hair was arranged into those ‘fuck-me’ curls, the kind that made a woman look like she’d just taken on a troop of Hell’s Angels, and come out smiling.

“Wow,” he said aloud. Mentally he was already removing that skirt and bending her over, imagining a lacy thong splitting those ass cheeks, and barely covering her already-wet snatch. “That’s a nice look,” he said, as they approached one another. “Did you do that all for me?”

She crinkled her nose at him, her lips pursing together, then, and blew him a kiss. “Yeah, right,” she said. Falling in beside him as they crossed the parking lot, she admitted, “I guess I did, actually. I don’t get to dress like a real woman too often, so when you called, I stopped by the house and changed.” She looked over at him. “Does that flatter you?” she asked abruptly, stopping just outside the door to the restaurant.

He looked down at her. Her breasts, though not big, were nicely defined, and the tank top and lacy push-up bra showed them off to good advantage. Her waist was small, befitting her tiny stature, and her hips swelled enticingly beneath the tight skirt. He made no secret of his appraisal of her body, and when his eyes met hers again, he could see she was smiling coyly.

“Flatter?” he asked. “No.” He smiled. “More like…excite.”

He pulled the door open, and held it for her. She hesitated.

“You know,” she said, turning to him again. “We don’t have to go in. I live 2 miles from here.”

* * *

The trip to her house took no more than ten minutes, and during that time she leaned against the passenger door of his truck, smiling at him and making talking paint. She had on her best ‘salesman’s face,’ he thought, but it didn’t bother him. The view she afforded him up her thigh promised to make it all worth it! When they reached her place, he watched as she slid off the seat, and she smiled as she turned to him. “Are you coming?” she asked, knowing he wouldn’t miss the double entendre’.

“Close,” he said, chuckling and shaking his head.

As she unlocked the door, she stopped and put her hand on his chest. “I don’t just do this,” she offered in a solemn voice, looking up at him. Her hand lingered on his chest.

Terry slipped his hands around her waist. He pulled gently, and she slid up against him. He dropped his hands to her ass and wrapped them around her tight globes. “I know,” he whispered as he took her mouth with his.

The kiss was short, but intense enough to leave them both breathing hard, and they lurched inside as soon as the door swung open, holding each other possessively. Terry kicked the door shut with his foot, and spun her around, pinning her against the wall as he kissed her. They stayed like that for a good five minutes, getting more passionate as their kisses gave way to gentle nips, and licks along the jaw line. He began to slide toward the floor.

“No,” she said, stopping him. “In the other room. I have something I want you to try.”

He stood and grabbed her by the waist, picking her up easily and turning toward the back of the apartment. “You drive,” he said, burying his face in her neck as he began to walk. She directed him to the door at the end of the hall, laughing as he tickled her skin. When her legs hit the bed he stopped, and slowly lowered her onto her back.

She smiled up at him, her eyes dark and smoky. “Undress for me,” she ordered him, and watched as he straightened up.

Terry was no small man, and he took this opportunity to show off for her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it back over a chiseled chest. Looking at the tiny girl on the bed excited him, and he was hard and throbbing by the time he unbuckled his belt.

Brittany gazed up at the man lustily as he undressed. He was very muscular, more so than his sedate white shirt would have led her to believe. Her eyes roamed over his body as he bent to remove his shoes and socks, and she felt herself getting wet. To dominate a man his size would be especially sweet. She hoped he would be up for it. She held her breath as he began to unzip his slacks, her eyes intently on him.

When his erect cock came into her view, she gasped. It was the biggest cock she’d ever seen in real life. Perhaps not as long as some she’d experienced, it was the thickness that amazed her. It was easily as thick as her wrist, and criss-crossed with huge blue veins. It stood straight out, as if looking at her, and she could imagine it splitting her slippery lips and forcing itself into her. Her juices flowed freely onto her inner thighs at the thought.

“Your turn,” he said, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and kneading it slowly.

Unable to take her eyes from it, she merely smiled seductively and reached for the hem of her tank escort bayan top, pulling it in one motion up and over her head. The lacy bra she wore was a front-clasp type, and she flicked it open easily, revealing a gorgeous pair of breasts. Small but full and round, the pink nipples stood prominently atop their milky white mounds, highlighted by the tanned skin around them. She lay back, smiling.

“Is okay?” she joked, knowing full well the lust he felt. She could see it in his eyes. His hand moved more aggressively on his dick, stroking it from base to tip as he looked down at her. She brought her hands to her own breasts, and began to tease and pull at the nipples. Her pussy was awash in her juices now, and she began to move on the bed, flexing her hips as she watched him stroke himself.

“Terry?” She whispered his name. “Will you eat my pussy now?” she breathed, lowering one hand to pull her skirt upward, revealing her naked cunt. She spread her legs, allowing him to see her glistening wetness. “Please?”

Without a word, he moved to the end of the bed. Sinking to his knees, his hands went to her skirt, and he yanked it up around her waist. Her pussy was lovely: puffy pink lips beneath a thin strip of wispy blonde hair. It was soaking wet in anticipation of his touch. He pushed her legs further apart, a hand gripping the skin just above each knee, and lowered his face to her.

When his breath hit her, Brittany gasped again. His mouth was so close; so warm. She felt him there, pausing to inhale her aroma, and raised her hips to him. Her slick pink lips parted slightly, and she felt his tongue touch them tentatively.

“Oh, god,” she breathed.

Terry began to work her pussy. Teasing flicks of his tongue led to long, deep laps up the furrow of her slit, his tongue splitting her labia with its width. At the top, he would pause, nibbling at her clit, until she began to move under him. Then he would begin again. For fifteen or twenty minutes he continued this unbroken string of pleasuring movements, until she was ready to climax from the mere expectation of his torture. Then he changed his routine. Pushing his face between her thighs, he drove his tongue deep inside her, lapping at her inner walls.

Terry’s assault on her pussy had brought Brittany closer and closer to the edge, and when he stabbed his tongue deep into her, she gave herself over to her longings, and allowed herself to orgasm. As she bucked and writhed under his touch, her pussy gushed forth its fluid, and the release was unbelievably good. She couldn’t wait to do the same for him.

Terry lapped eagerly at her pussy as she came, his tongue caressing and cleaning her. When she finally slowed to a gasping, whimpering undulation of her hips, he began to slide up her body, his mouth on her skin. Her belly was as smooth and as hard as marble, and he kissed his way up it until he came to her chest. He moved to his left, taking the hard nub of her nipple between his lips, and began to flick it with his tongue while his hand covered the other breast.

“Yessssss,” she whispered urgently, as her body responded to his touch. She arched her back, grinding her breast against his face, and moaned as his fingers kneaded one nipple, while his tongue tortured the other. Terry switched his attention when she began to whimper and beg, taking each hard nipple between his lips in turn, and pleasuring the other with his fingers at the same time. All the while he slid his massive cock along the inside of her leg, back and forth, keeping her aware of the penetration he intended.

Brittany came again and again; little peaks of pleasure highlighted by intense longing for the monster dick so close to her cunt. She thought she might pass out before he finally put it inside her.

“Please,” she gasped, and her voice turned husky. “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

Terry was all too happy to comply. This little slut had been asking for it ever since he’d met her in the parking lot, and now he’d give it to her! He pushed her leg farther apart with his knee and moved up over her, positioning himself at the entrance to her pussy. His massive cockhead hovered like an angry alien just outside her steamy hole. All it would take to split her apart would be one quick thrust; one intensely pleasurable sinking into her depths!

He waited as she thrust herself upward at him, eager to feel his thickness inside her. “Oh, god,” she whimpered, as he barely touched her with his cock. At last he could stand no more.

Lowering himself forward onto his elbows, he entered her, slowly. He intentionally held his hips high, resting just inside her until she adjusted to his girth, then began to stroke into her. Each gentle thrust of his hips put him deeper inside her, until at last his pubic hair was kissing her own.

She held herself tensely, savoring the feel of him. My god, he was big! When he bottomed out in her, she could feel the head against her cervix, and it set off a escort maslak series of little explosions in her belly, that quickly grew in intensity. “Oh…h…h…h… god,” she gasped, as the climaxes began to overtake her. “Ohhhhhh…GODDDDD!”

Suddenly he was thrusting into her, aware of her building momentum, and determined to set off an orgasm that neither of them would ever forget. Terry timed his strokes to her groans of pleasure, pounding into her, harder and harder as the minutes passed. They fed off each other’s excitement, and they both felt their own release approaching.

As Brittany gave herself over to this previously unknown level of pleasure, her hands grasped at Terry’s broad back, leaving red welts where her nails dug into his skin. Her body responding with a surge of passion, she suddenly threw her arms outward, grasping the bed-sheets as the wave of pleasure washed over her. Finally, she screamed…an animal howl of pleasure.

Terry doubled his efforts, his thrusts moving the tiny body back and forth on the bed beneath him. Her ankles locked behind his thighs as he plunged in and out of her grasping cunt, his cock almost leaving her entirely before sinking to its base again. His balls tightened, their contractions imminent.

When at last they yielded their abundant load, he groaned loudly and bucked into her one last time. He held himself motionless as he came, the only movement of his body the tremendous contractions of his exploding dick inside her, and his pounding heart. He filled her cavity completely, his scalding semen erupting up past his slippery cock as he pumped his load into her.

Brittany felt as if she would explode, herself! Her body no longer under her own control, she felt his throbbing member deep inside her as her legs fell apart and her head arched into the mattress beneath her. Her voice had given way to a steady, low moan. For long moments she took his seed, its overheated quantity filling and overflowing her, leaving her breathless and unable to move. Then he began to move again, milking the last few loads from his balls.

When at last she could function, she slowly wrapped her limbs around the man above her, and her mouth sought his. His slow thrusting stopped, and he pulled her up into him. Their mouths moved across one another’s, lips mashing together as tongues sought each other’s warmth. They kissed passionately as he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

“Oh my god, Terry,” she gasped, as she felt him slip from her pussy. His cock traced a slimy trail across her thigh, and she suddenly felt so empty. She wanted more, but she wanted it her way, now. Between kisses she spoke.

“Listen, lover,” she began. He didn’t want to talk; he only wanted to kiss those tender lips. “I want you,” she said. More kisses. “…to do something for me.” Another kiss, then a grudging reply.

“What is it,” he asked, his only thought being back between those tanned little legs; his only desire, to turn her inside out with his dick. He was already getting hard again, and was painfully aware of the head of his cock pressing against the warmth of her leg.

Brittany could feel it, too, and she moved her leg against it. “Mmmmm,” she cooed. “You want to be inside me again, don’t you?” His moan was the answer she sought. “Well…” She scrambled off him, and slid from the bed. “I want that, too. In time.”

Terry watched, taking in the sight of her as she rose to stand beside him. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist, her hair tousled even more than before. Her body was otherwise bare, and she slid one hand down her belly and over the material of the skirt as the fingers of the other closed around one nipple. She smiled provocatively at him as he watched her pull the nipple outward and up, stretching the breast. He glanced down, and the other hand was between her legs, the fingertips already slick with her juice. He could hear the enticing sound her fingers made as they slid along her sticky labia, forward and back.

“Can we play a game?” she whispered, and closed her eyes momentarily in pleasure. She moaned aloud. When she refocused on him, her tongue was at her upper lip, reminding him of the pleasure that mouth could give him. He smiled.

“Do I get to touch, or just watch you?” he croaked, his throat suddenly dry. He knew she wanted to do something kinky, and was trying to decide if he should relinquish control to her. When her fingers disappeared inside her and she threw her head back in a silent gasp, he decided. His cock leaped at the lusty image before him. He wanted her again, no matter what games he had to play.

She allowed herself a moment to collect her thoughts, and looked him in the eye. “Let me tie you up,” she breathed. “And pleasure myself with your body. At my own speed.”

This was an offer too good to refuse, and he simply closed his eyes and outstretched his arms and legs. Brittany saw his acquiessence, and moved eagerly to the foot of the bed, where she bound his ankles together with a silk scarf, and then to the end of the bed. She paused to run one hand up his shin and onto his thigh, and said, “You’re gonna love this, so much.” His cock twitched straight up as her hand neared it, and she thought, “And so am I, baby!”

Marty rang the doorbell at precisely two minutes before seven, still slightly out of breath from running up four flights of stairs as fast as his legs could carry him. Heavy traffic had slowed him down more than expected and he had made it to his date with Jessica with only two minutes to spare.

Not that he was a punctuality freak, but Jessica hated to wait (although she herself was rarely on time) and Marty knew that she had given several guys the boot for arriving late to a date with her.

When the door opened a few moments later, it wasn’t Jessica who stood in the doorframe, but her roommate Beverly. “Hi, Marty,” she greeted him, but somehow she didn’t sound as cheerful as she usually did.

“Hi, Bev,” he said as he walked through the door and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “What’s up? You look kinda depressed.”

“What’s up?” she almost screamed at him, then lowered her voice before she continued. “My date skipped out on me, there’s nothing but shit on the TV, my pussy’s itching like crazy, and my vibrator’s on the blink. That’s up! And now you show up here and all you do is kiss my cheek!”

Uh-oh, Marty though and smiled uncomfortably. “Got a date with Jessica. Where is she?”

“Taking a shower,” Beverly said, then suddenly smiled mischievously as a thought occurred to her. She grabbed the hem of her oversized T-shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her stark naked body to Marty’s bulging eyes. “You’ve got about 10 minutes to do with me whatever you want,” she said sweetly as she tossed the T-shirt on the couch heedlessly.

Marty escort etiler couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “You’re kidding, right?” he asked, although it was rather obvious that she wasn’t.

Beverly ran her hand over his bulging crotch. “I’m serious,” she purred and looked him in the eyes. “I’ll go crazy if I don’t get fucked right now. I might go out and rape some poor guy. Or shoot someone. Or maybe even shoot a whole bunch of people. There’s just no telling what I might do. But in any case, it’s gonna be horrible. You don’t want that to happen, do you?”

“Of course not,” Marty said quickly. “But I’m going out with Jessie! It wouldn’t be right to . . . to . . .”

“To fuck me instead?” she finished the sentence for him. Before he had a chance to reply, she unzipped the fly of his jeans and reached inside.

“Bev!” Marty screamed in alarm. “What if Jessie comes in and sees us?”

Beverly had found his dick by then and pulled it out, stroking it expertly to get it fully hard. “She won’t! She’s taking a shower. Listen!”

“Bev, I can’t! What if Jessie–“

“Be realistic,” Beverly cut him off. “I can put my T-shirt back on, but you can’t get your dick back into your pants. How would you explain that to her? As I see it, I’m your only chance to get rid of that hard-on before she shows up.”

Marty thought things over for a moment and reached the same conclusion. “Bitch!” he whispered. “That’s blackmail!”

“Damn right, that’s exactly what it is,” Beverly agreed, grinning escort bayan mecidiyeköy from ear to ear. “You gonna fuck me now?”

“You won’t tell Jessie?”

“Don’t be silly, of course not!”

“Bend over!” he ordered harshly as he popped the button of his jeans and pushed them down together with his boxer shorts.

“Now we’re getting somewhere!” Beverly cooed, still grinning, as she bent over the backrest of the couch and spread her legs.

Marty stepped up behind her and gave each of her ass cheeks a hard slap with his hand.

“Ouch!” she screamed. “What did you do that for?”

“That was for blackmailing me,” he said calmly, then rammed his dick into her pussy to the hilt. “That better?”

“Yeah! Fuck me!”

Marty instantly settled into a hard and fast rhythm, intending to get them both off before Jessie would come out of the bathroom and walk in on them. Holding her hips with both hands, he pulled his dick out of her pussy almost entirely, then thrust forward again until his pelvis slammed into her ass cheeks and his balls swung forward and slapped against her belly.

Beverly held still in the beginning, but soon got so worked up that she jerked her hips back and forth in sync with his thrusts. Her labored breathing turned into moans, then suppressed screams as the first twinges of an intense orgasm spread out from her pussy. “Fuck me . . . harder!” she panted and looked back over her shoulder briefly. “I’m . . . coming!”

Marty rammed his dick into her quivering pussy escort fatih as hard as he could until the erratic spasms of her pussy muscles set off his own climax. He slammed his dick into her to the hilt and held her jerking hips tightly while he pumped his cum into her pussy. They collapsed on the backrest of the couch and lay there until their orgasms subsided and some strength returned to their limbs.

“Feeling better now?” he panted as he pulled his dick out of her still quivering pussy.

“A lot better,” she said, then sank down on her knees in front of him and licked their fuck juices off his dick and balls.

As it turned out, they had finished their quickie just in time. No sooner than Marty had pulled his jeans back up and Beverly had put her oversized T-shirt back on did Jessica appear in the doorway, all dressed up and ready to go out with Marty.

“Don’t let her blow you,” Beverly whispered in Marty’s ear as she passed him on the way to the bathroom. Then louder, for Jessica to hear: “Have a good time!”

As Beverly disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, Marty took Jessica in his arms and kissed her passionately for several minutes. “Ready to go, darling?” he asked softly when their lips finally parted.

“Sure am,” she smiled brightly. “You hot for me?”

“I’m so hot for you, I’ll burn up if we don’t get out of here right now.”

“Want a blow job before we go?” she asked and smiled sweetly.

Marty’s heart skipped a beat, then took off at twice its regular pace. “Let’s go, I’m starving,” he said, fighting hard to keep the panic out of his voice.

To his boundless relief, Jessica didn’t insist. She simply wrapped her arms around his waist and started for the front door.

Marty’s heartbeat slowly returned to normal, but he would keep wondering the entire night if she suspected something.

There was a tingling in the pit of my stomach. I realized this was the next step, but I was nervous. I re-adjusted my blouse and sat on the couch. If I could maintain total control of the situation, I knew everything would be all right. His requests were respectful and delivered in soft and encouraging manner. The click of the camera, the burst of the flash, and his gentle tone soon lulled me into a sense of calm. My thoughts began to drift and I remembered the first time I heard his voice.

It was a hot early April afternoon and the city traffic was moderate. My cell phone beeped and buzzed on the passenger seat. The pause at a stoplight allowed me to quickly look at the screen before the light changed. It wasn’t a blocked call, but did not recognize the number. I answered warily. “Hello.”

“Good afternoon, may I speak to Vicki, please.” The soft polite voice at the other end of the phone intrigued me.

“Speaking”

“I would like to inquire about your availability and your rates.” Disappointment clouded my interest. Just what I needed I thought to myself, another lookee-loo. I started into my spiel, but he interrupted me.

“Would you be available Wednesday morning?”

The immediacy of his question took startled me. “Just a moment and let me check.” I already knew the answer to that question but did not want to appear eager. “Hold on for a moment will you please,” I said as I steered the car into a side street and parked. Rummaging through my appointment book I replied, “Sorry to keep you waiting, just had to pull the car off to the side of the road; safety first you know. Yes, I’m available. Would 10 o’clock be OK?”

“Sure, sure,” came the eager reply. “By the way do you like wine and chocolate?”

The question was disarming. I burst out laughing and exclaimed, “Oh I love them both…”

The knock at the door was firm, but polite. I glanced through the security peephole and was pleasantly surprised. I opened the door. “Hi, Vicki. I’m Jim. Pleased to meet you.” A firm hand greeted me. Before me stood a fit, grey haired gentleman in his fifties. He was dressed in blue slacks and a pale short-sleeved dress shirt. His smile was infectious. I invited him into the foyer and closed the door. “Where should I put these?” he asked holding out a gift bag that contained a bottle of wine, a package of my favorite chocolates, and an envelope. His demeanor put me immediately at ease.

We soon found ourselves, on my living room couch, sharing the white wine and chocolates, pleasant conversation, and the panoramic view of the local vineyard and lake. He was shy and nervous. I had to make the first move. A lingering kiss emboldened him. His fingers tenderly traced down my neck and across my collarbone. I liked how they delicately explored teased my exposed skin and then tentatively dipped into the V of my white silk blouse. It demonstrated that in spite of his apparent bashfulness, he was there for more than just comfortable conversation and passive sex. He wanted to participate and I was very willing to acquiesce.

I slowly closed the bedroom door behind us, turned to face him. To my surprise he was already quickly undressing. As he neatly piled his clothes on one of the bedroom chairs, I caught his eye. Holding his naked gaze, I began to strip. My blouse, long black skirt, and lacy white bra soon found their place on the arms of the other bedroom chair. My hands ran sensuously over my breasts and hips and I saw my actions were having the desired effect. Directing him to the bed, I cooed, “Let’s start with a massage.” Straddling his legs, I spread the oil over his back and buttocks. I enjoyed the fact that I was in control.

He liked my touch. I could feel him relax as I rubbed his shoulders and lower back. Our conversation was enjoyable. It was not the usual babble about the weather. Instead, it was an intelligent conversation about business ethics. He rolled over under me and I began to rub his chest, stomach, and to tease his cock. His grin encouraged my actions. My fingers traced over a scar in his left groin. The smile faded, as he told me about an operation that had repaired a severe muscle tear, but had damaged several nerves in the process. As a result, he told me with a twinge of sadness, he often had problems with erections and some lingering discomfort.

A brief, humorous discussion about the current mess of our current medical system followed and then it was Nurse Vicki to the rescue. The taste of his precum was sweet and captivating. His cock stiffened against my tongue. escort çapa My fingers encircled his shaft and manipulated his balls. I could feel his erotic tension building. I timed my sucking and squeezing to match his breathing.

My own excitement increased. Dampness and warmth was building in my pussy. I quickly wrapped his cock in a condom, discarded my now soaking panties, and straddled Jim. I ground myself against his pelvis and rocked back and forth. His face contorted in ecstasy and his body stiffened and quivered. I closed my eyes and made all the fitting groans and gasps while bucking appropriately.

The tender touch of fingers on my nipples stilled the movements of my performance. The single word “Sorry,” poignantly said in a disheartened tone came from Jim. “Let me make it up to you,” he continued as he pushed me down onto the bed. I used some tissues to clean him up and glanced at the clock. There was still time left and I lay back against the pillows.

Jim tenderly spread my legs. His fingers began to trace curving patterns on my inner thighs and over the pouting lips of my pussy. I could feel his hot breath against my kitty as I melted around his penetrating fingers. My wetness increased as they rubbed with slow deliberate movements against the thickness at the front of my vagina. My breath quickened. Then his tongue found my clit. He stopped for a moment, looked up, and said, “You taste wonderful.” I smiled and gasped as he continued his actions. His tongue explored my hood. He kissed and sucked my clit. It became wonderfully engorged and sensitive. The sensations he was creating filled my body and my mind. They blotted out all other consciousness. When his teeth raked my clit, I went over the edge. I fell into a paroxysm of ecstasy. My body quivered and danced as his tongue continued to titillate. I heard myself scream, “Don’t stop! Oh fuck, don’t stop!” and everything melted into a warm erotic blackness.

The red digital image of the clock came slowly into focus. I had been asleep for about an hour. Jim’s arms enveloped me and I could feel the prodding of his dick against my buttocks. He adjusted his position and his cock rubbed against my clit. An electric flash of pain and pleasure flooded over my body. I literally jumped out of bed. “…Sorry, I’m hypersensitive now…Sorry…” I breathlessly pleaded. Then, despite the time, I knelt beside the bed, took his cock in my mouth, and sought a reward of a different type.

Over the next few months, Jim became a regular. We would meet once or twice a month and gradually my relationship with him morphed from one of simply a client to that of a friend. He became my confident and my confessor. We communicated regularly on MSN. We often met just to talk. Yet, whether it was out of guilt or something else, Jim always insisted, at the end of each visit, on leaving behind an envelope.

That summer, while Jim was on an extended motorcycle trip, I dabbled with the domestic straight life. I allowed my boyfriend to move in with me. The result was a disaster. It took me nearly six months to get the bastard out of my life. In the end, I lost most of my business, could barely pay my rent, and became emotionally bankrupt. Through it all, Jim kept in touch with me. He was there through the tears, the screaming fits, and the angry tirades. Jim continually provided the encouragement and support necessary for me to get back on my feet. He even helped create a website for me. “The world needs to see you as I see you,” he explained. “They need to see the classy and sophisticated lady I know.”

Everything that had happed over the past few months lead to this photo shoot. Six outfits, 2 bottles of champagne, and over 150 photos later, we sat on the kitchen stools before my computer. Giddiness and anticipation filled my head. I was exhausted and leaned against Jim’s shoulder as he downloaded the pictures from his camera. He kissed my cheek, nuzzled my neck, and asked, “How are you feeling? Are you ready?”

“I’m tired,” I sighed “but horny as hell and can’t wait to see what you did.” I hugged his shoulders and his hand snaked down my back and cupped my buttocks. The silky material of my robe transferred the heat of his hand to my nakedness beneath. I could feel my nipples harden and brush sensually against the lapels of the robe. “Let me see, let me see them!” I pleaded impatiently. Jim clicked the mouse and the pictures sequentially filled the screen.

While I didn’t know exactly how Jim earned his living, I did know that mecidiyeköy escort bayan he was involved in merchandising and marketing. I watched with fascination as he selected about a half dozen pictures. The images he chose made me look graceful, erotic, and sophisticated. “Now you choose some pictures,” he challenged in an encouraging tone. “After all you have to know how to use this.”

While I laboriously selected some photos, I caught him glancing at the clock. It was now after 12 and we had been working for nearly four hours. “Do you have to go soon?” I inquired.

“No. No, not right away. I have an appointment at three this afternoon with a client at the mall. It’s just a short drive, so we still have some time. Finish your selections. However, before I go, I would like to show you how to load some of the pictures onto your website and create a photo album.”

Some ninety minutes later, I sat before my computer screen looking proudly at the photo album on my website. The operation had taken longer than I had expected, it always does where computers are concerned. Nevertheless, the time was well spent. Jim had helped me improve the layout and wording on several of the pages. The site was beginning to look very effective and what was more important; it made me feel good.

“There, how is that?” he asked with a smile. “Are you pleased with what we have done?”

” Oh, wow! It’s great! Oh Jim, you have made this so easy,” I gushed. “I was scared when we started, but I’ve had fun and the site looks terrific! You need a reward. Would you like some coffee and a sandwich or something? I could make you…”

“Not really the reward I had in mind,” he announced as he planted a passionate kiss on my lips and pushed me towards the bedroom.

I tossed his shirt on the chair and began to undo his belt and pants. They fell to the floor and Jim hugged me as I slipped my thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and began to work them over his ass. Momentarily, his briefs hung up on his erection. I pulled down sharply. His cock sprang free and we both convulsed in laughter punctuated with a passionate kiss.

Our tongues entwined and I enjoyed the feel of his hands through the material of my robe as they massaged my shoulders, outlined my spine, and massaged my bum. My urgency was growing. The picture taking exercise had been a sensual experience. It had stimulated my libido and now I needed release. I pushed back from him and said, “I need you now…Let me get rid of these.” I tried to bend down to help him step out of his clothes, which now encircled his ankles, but he stopped me. His hands found my waist and pulled on the belt of my robe. It fell open and I reveled in the feel of his hands against my bare skin.

My nipples hardened under his touch. Jim kissed my ear and nibbled on my ear lobe. He turned me around. I enjoyed the feeling of his cock slipping between the cheeks of my ass. His hands stroked my belly and his fingertips investigated my pubic hair. I gasped and shuddered as a finger brushed against my clit. “Oh, oh…no not yet,” I playfully squealed and pushed back against him. Jim lost his balance and fell back onto the bed. Quickly I turned and deftly removed the underwear, pants, and socks which bound his dangling feet. Then I jumped on the bed beside him and began to smother him with kisses.

A rousing game of slap and tickle ensued. Jim finally subdued me with a move that would bring any girl into check. His fingers penetrated my wet pussy and feverishly worked in and out while his tongue played fast and loose with my clit. One orgasm flowed into another. All I could do was scream “Don’t stop…oh fuuuuck doooon’t stoooop!” Nevertheless, despite my urging, after a few furious minutes, his pace slowed and then he finally stopped.

Jim rolled over onto his back to reveal his very erect and hard dick. “Beat that, if you can?” he challenged with a sigh. I could not resist a dare. I fought to regain control of my breathing as I reached for a condom from the bedside table.

I took delight in the feeling of his hardness against the roof of my mouth and tongue. His taste was exquisite. I sucked hard and bobbed feverishly allowing my teeth to scrape against the sides of his cock. His hips rose to meet my motions and I enjoyed his gasps and groans. I could feel his tension growing. When I felt his leg muscles begin to tighten, I stopped. My thumb and fingers encircled the base of his cock and squeezed. His urgency subsided. escort cihangir After quickly rolling on the condom, I straddled him. I briefly savored the feeing of his cock inside me and then I began to buck wildly.

Jim’s eyes met mine and I held his gaze. His hips thrust up to meet my downward movements. My pussy juices gushed. His cock felt great. It seemed to touch my very heart and soul with each thrust. I ground myself against him in an attempt to have him fill me totally. My body tingled, hot colors flashed before my eyes, and I felt him cum. His cock continued to pulse and throb as we rocked together before I finally collapsed into his arms.

The sound of my cell phone, as it chimed and danced across the top of the night table, woke me. Through blurry eyes, I peered at the clock and saw that the time was shortly after two. Realizing that I was alone in bed, I answered the phone. After a brief conversation, I headed towards the sound of running water. I stumbled into the ensuite to join Jim in the shower. “Mind some company, I need to wash off,” I said as tied my hair up, stepped around the shower curtain, and into the tub.

A warm, slippery hug and a deep kiss greeted me. I enjoyed the combined sensual feel of Jim’s hands and the hot shower water on my back. I pressed my breasts into his chest and felt his hardness grow against my belly. I broke the kiss and used my hands to reach up and frame his face. After lightly kissing his chin and neck, I slowly traced his facial features with my fingertips and then ran my palms down his chest and pinched his nipples. During all of this, I maintained eye contact. I loved looking into his grey-blue eyes.

My excitement grew as my left hand continued down his belly to fondle and caress his hardness. My other hand traced patterns over the small of his back. Then my fingers sought out the crack of his ass and slowly proceeded to map out its valley. I could see the anticipation increasing in his eyes. I squeezed his cock and ran my thumb back and forth over its bulbous end. The tension was building within both of us. I relished my power over him.

His pelvis tilted towards me when the index finger of my right hand found his anal rosebud. I increased my pressure against the puckered muscle. Jim gasped. The rhythm of my cock teasing increased as I forcibly pushed a finger against his sphincter. He gasped and winced. I planted a soft kiss on his lips and quickly pulled away from him. “There that gives you something to think about until next time,” I teased and quickly left the shower, grabbed a towel from the rack, and scampered from the bathroom.

“Hey!” came a bellow from behind me, “That’s not fair!”

“Well the fair on comes in the fall. You can wait until then or our next session or you can finish the job yourself,” I said with a laugh from the bedroom. I quickly dried myself. Then in short order, I slipped into my lavender jump suit and matching high heeled slippers, straightened up the bedroom, and left Jim to his own devices.

On my way back into the kitchen, I dropped the towel off in the laundry area, plumped the cushions on the sofa, and picked up the champagne glasses. A quick tidy-up of the counter, the placing of Jim’s envelope in the ice cream pail in the freezer, and I was ready. I turned away from the refrigerator just as Jim entered the kitchen.

“You look fantastic! I like you in that outfit,” he said admiringly. “It really suits you.” The jumpsuit was a favorite. The soft velvet clung to my slim frame and emphasized my curves. I always wore the zipper so that it revealed a modest amount of cleavage. My hair was still up, but I had pulled a few strands free and they framed my face. He approached and reached out and tenderly played with the tendrils with his fingers. “My God you are a magnificent woman. I really…”

I didn’t let him finish. I placed my fingers on his lips and cooed, “I had a wonderful time too. I truly enjoyed the photo shoot and I really like what you did to my website. But I don’t want to make you late for your appointment.” With that, I ushered him towards the door making sure that Jim had his camera and coat.

When we kissed at the door, I let him play briefly with my nipples through the soft material of my jumpsuit. Then with both hands, I gently pushed him out onto the veranda, encouraged him to call me soon, told him I loved him, and closed the door. I glanced at the kitchen clock as I heard his truck start and head down the driveway. A sense of relief passed over me. It was only ten to three. There was still plenty of time. No cars would be passing in the driveway.

Author’s note: This story resulted from a challenge by a female friend. I would really like to hear your comments and criticisms. I would especially like to know if you think the story should be expanded into a series. Odlum

This is the writing of a memory that in my life will always cherish. The event is true, though the names have been changed to protect anonymity.

My day started as usual, getting up at the break of dawn clad only in a pair of loose fitting pajama bottoms and putting coffee on sitting down at the computer listening to the familiar whirring as it booted.

Waiting for the coffee to finish I logged on to my favorite news sight, all the while thinking about what the day held as well as the way last night ended.

You see, I am a Forty Two year old male that lives with a 50 year old female. We have been together for going on three years, and she never ceases to amaze me.

Last night, I had come home from work to find her on the couch, in a flowing sun dress that never fails to get a rise out of me. She had yesterday off as to where I had left the house at around six a.m. I had returned home sweaty and tired just before eight pm. She was a sight for sore eyes as she smiled at me. Her blouse tight against her magnificent breasts that I always love to suckle, her skirt White against her skin only hinting at what lay beneath.

“Hi honey. Why don’t you get out of those nasty clothes while I get you a beer and then you can get in the shower and we can go. I have made reservations and we need not rush”.

With this I smiled and as her body slipped into mine I kissed her warm lips my tongue finding hers wet warm and soft. Her body crushed against mine, her tongue delving into my mouth, her nipples against my naked chest was more than enough to get me going.

I felt a stirring in my loins and no sooner than that I was standing at attention.

With only a thin film of material separating my now hard shaft from her loving box,

I began rubbing my cock against her in escort fındıkzade an effort to make her respond in kind.

To my surprise she did just that. Reaching down, she gripped my shaft and started stroking it long from base to tip. Still Kissing, my hands now tweaking her hardened nipples, she pumped my engorged member swiftly. Suddenly she broke our kiss and hand tightly around my shaft led me to the couch where she sat.

The next thing I remember is her mouth hovering over the head of my cock, looking up at me in adoration. Then it happened. Her mouth engulfed my cock, a moan escaping her as she took me into her mouth. Slowly she slurped and I responded. Soon she was moaning against me, and I was bucking and then my load was draining down her throat. After she sucked me dry, she raised. “Are you going to buy me dinner or what?”

After getting home and a couple of drinks, we were off again fucking like there was no tomorrow.

Well, now its tomorrow and she is standing in the archway, wearing an orange nightie that allows me to see her nipples are hard. Thank you god!!! For this woman that loves to be loved

Chapter 2

So I sit here at my computer, my dick growing by the second, watching her move towards me in that seductive way that she knows drives me insane. She nears my comfort zone, and without warning straddles my lap at the same time as planting a succulent kiss on my lips.

Beneath, I feel her hot love box bare against me and I realize that she not only has no panties on, but is already very wet. She grinds against me. I reach between us, releasing my now steel from its confines. Her hand meets mine and with a mischievous grin shakes her head. Her hand reaches down to grip me and stroke me as the head of my shaft rests escort vip against her swollen clit. Gently she rides me… savoring each moment as her wet gash teases me. And the It comes. My rock pushes past her entering her, burying me into her hot pussy to the hilt.

Not wasting any time she rolls her hips and grinds against me. Pangs of ecstasy roll through me as I fight to control the explosion that is building inside of me. “‘Please Deeper!” As she rocks harder against me, suddenly its there I release my package deep inside of her. She screams loudly and we sit there for what seems like an eternity until she climbs off of me. “Get dressed and take me out to breakfast” she says rubbing herself against me inclining me to wonder what the rest of the day holds.

Breakfast at our favorite eatery can now only be described as “pure torture”. As we sat there in the booth enjoying our meals, every movement she made suggested sex. Lifting her fork to her lips. Opening her mouth forming a perfect “O” then closing them around her fork pulling it slowly from her mouth. It was all I could do to hide my growing erection through my tightening jeans.

We finished eating and got into the car to drive to the flea market a short distance away. No sooner had the car started, her hand snaked across my leg and her fingers were raking across my crotch. A smile on her face let me know she was enjoying teasing me knowing there was nothing I could do about it. We were driving on a fairly busy city street and here was this woman rubbing my stiff member through my jeans making me crazy. Then to make concentration even more difficult I looked over at her and she had leaned back, skirt hiked up eyes closed and her hand in her panties slowly but furiously rubbing her clit. In a matter escort halkalı of minutes she began to moan and her body shuddered and bucked as orgasm raced through her. When her body settled, a contented sigh escaped her lips while a groan of frustration left mine.

Walking around the large outdoor flea market, Often she would stop in front of to look at something reaching behind her to graze her hand over my throbbing cock. Mid way through I couldn’t take anymore and steered her to the parking space and our car. Not caring weather or not anyone saw, I trapped her wrists in my hands and placed her hands on the hood causing her to bend slightly. I lifted the back of her skirt and in one swift motion had her panties down and kicked underneath the car. “What are you doing? We can’t do this here! What if someone drives by?”

“At this point I could care less. I want your pussy wrapped around my cock right now!”

With that I unzipped my jeans and freed my cock. Getting behind her I wasted no time and rammed it home fully into her drenched pussy. I slammed into her with all the force I had, feeling her pussy contract and loosen and then contract again. “Oh god!! I’m going to cum!” she said. With those words I knew I wasn’t long to myself. “Do it!! Cum for me baby” I told her. Her now dripping cunt tightened around my shaft once more and she almost screamed as her hot juices flowed over me. I couldn’t hold back anymore and shot a huge load into her. She milked my cock for what seemed forever leaving me dry and relaxed. I slipped out of her and retrieved her panties from under the car and she stepped into them. We walked back into the sale and continued to peruse the wares on display. She Turned to me smiling and said “god that was fun. The thought of us being there where anyone could see still has me wet.” I just smiled.

Our day held more encounters. At home on our patio with her in my lap where all of our neighbors could see. In the living room against the sliding glass door. I know now that I will actively pursue more of these as just writing about them had me hard.