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Fears and Desires

It started out as just another evening. Dani was tired of visiting the same friends, talking about the same things, watching the same shows, just more of the same. Don’t get me wrong she was happy, she has a great life, it was just reaching a point where she wanted “more”. More connection perhaps with someone that she really could relate to in more “intimate” ways. Yes, that kind of “intimate”; she was a very beautiful woman and she wanted more.

She had been dreaming of someone with whom she could be comfortable sharing her most private fantasies and desires with, someone who would not judge, but rather, would embrace her desires as his own. Perhaps this was wishful thinking. After all, there were only so many men in Southport, Long Island.

After evaluating her options, she decided to stay at home and do nothing… again.

Dani spent the next several hours going down the social media rabbit hole, looking in on old friends, stalking her ex’s Facebook pages to see what bad decisions they had made and generally killing time.

But there was one, one man that she always thought of when her longing took control.

He was “the” one, but they were together many years ago, life had managed to keep them apart.

What was it that kept him from contacting her? Fear? Fear of unhealed wounds, fear of rejection, I think it was the thought that she didn’t want him too that kept him from contacting her. Many, many times over the years they had both considered but decided not to contact each other. Theirs was a love that was very rare, passionate, totally consuming, not leaving room for self, they defined each other. They “were” each other. Perhaps that relationship was better left in the past. Everyone knows you can’t lose who you are to your lover. She had done the only thing she knew how to do, she moved to the other side of the country so that they could heal. He never really understood the sacrifice she had made.

Their relationship had left a scar on each that would not heal, how do you find happiness when no one compares?

Unknowingly, they had each decided to leave well enough alone and “check in” with each other as they could without letting the other person know; Thank you Facebook.

One evening Dani was living life as usual when something happened that would put things on a different track. She received a message from “him”.

The message consisted of only one word, “Hey.”

She was not sure how to respond, or should she respond at all? How could this be happening? How could she respond without oversimplifying the response, should she respond “Hey.” as well? “How are you doing?” nothing seemed to measure up to the importance of this moment. As Dani considered her potential responses “He” gave her another opportunity, an opportunity that took the pressure of the response away. He messaged her that she had a beautiful child. In her mind, she could now respond in a myriad of ways, none of which seemed less than they should. She knew that he had reviewed her life as well and that he was willing to communicate. It would seem there were no expectations, but this communication felt right.

She did not know many hundreds if not thousands of times that he had considered reaching out, but failing to do so for the same reasons as her. Much like the “Christmas gifts” of the comb and the watch chain, had they only known what the other was thinking, this may have happened much sooner.

Acceleration

Speaking to each other seems the most comfortable, so much more so than the anticipation of the conversation, it was as if no time had elapsed, no one had ever come in-between.

There were many conversations over the next days and weeks, some reparations, some explanations, some dreams were discussed as well as misunderstandings put to rest. It really is remarkable what a little communication can do for a relationship. Even one that has been on ice for a quarter of a century.

They discussed fears, desires, successes and failures along the way, mostly they discovered that they each still had a longing for the missing piece… each other.

Neither of them had really been able to move on even after such a long time, he still thought of her nearly every day. It seemed that she thought of him as well.

Their conversation was usually light, neither of them wanted to spoil the time talking with the heaviness that the past could bring. They were young then, sometimes hot and sometimes hot headed. Volatility was the order of the day both for good and bad. Sometimes passion plays that role. Fire that burns bright can also burn you. Time has shown that immaturity is different than malice.

What they found in speaking to each other was that they had both changed a great deal for the better.

Both passionate still but age and wisdom had given them an insight into giving and taking that they were missing in the younger version of themselves.

Talk eventually turned to talk of a meeting.

As they discussed meeting their excitement grew. Where would they meet? What would that be like? He was apprehensive that he would not measure up to the memory of youth. People tend to remember other people as they were the last time they were together.

They had seen evidence of the changes in their lives, photographs mostly, but had not seen each other or spoken in person for 23 years. By any measure a long time.

Somehow, they had both held youth in their attitude and appearance. (At least she did anyway) Middle age had been good to them. They were fun and exciting people when left to their own devices. Their conversations often turned to sex. Like a stumbling discovery process all over again except this time they were familiar and there was a palpable lack of judgement. They quickly discovered that they had grown up separately but remarkably similar in their tastes and desires, much like twins separated at birth.

They were very excited to meet, to embrace, to kiss. They loved to kiss. They were like hot wild teenagers that had learned how to do it right. Making love is amazing when each person’s first desire is to please the other without hesitation. As they spoke they both began to realize that the possibilities were quite exciting, really, very exciting.

The Meeting

The plans were laid, the trip was on. He could barely contain himself, the anticipation of their long overdue meeting was consuming his every thought. Nightly solo sessions were the order of business and they were both growing anxious for more.

Dani found that telling him how she felt prior to his arrival was liberating, almost like releasing a pressure valve. Now that she had that conversation behind her, it was much easier. Honesty is always the best path if not the most comfortable. Playing the “200 questions” game had helped to break the rust from their souls. Sometimes it is easier to text than to talk.

He and his sons would arrive on a Saturday evening in July. The North Carolina coast would be perfect for a reunion. Their kids would meet, they would spend time on the beach and get to know each other, and they would hold each other for the first time in a very long time. The details would come together.

They planned the days, trips to gardens, the aquarium, the beach, their boys had fun and so did they.

One evening he left his boys with his dad and went out to meet her. They would meet at an antique apartment near downtown. Riverwalk is not far and they would dine by the water and it would be marvelous, and it was. The walk down the river arm in arm was extraordinary. Her heart was at peace and he could not have been more content. The years melted away like sugar, sweet as honey, time travel is possible it would seem.

After dinner, they decided to go back to the apartment and sit on the couch and talk, the nervous energy was like an electric field around them. They knew each other like soft leather gloves lost for years but found in a drawer, still supple and comfortable, but the anticipation of the next moments was overwhelming. Kissing her was all he could think of, he didn’t want to assume that she desired him in a physical way. Lying beside her was occupying every synapse in his brain. He felt like, and was acting like, an adolescent. “Good grief man get a grip, just kiss her!” he thought.

At that moment, Dani leaned over and said, “you are taking too long.” She kissed him on the lips. You know the kind of kiss where the lips are soft and wanting? The lips melt into each other wet and hungry, parting the mouth so that they become one, a kiss dreams are made of. This was that kind of kiss. He held the back of her head pulling her closer to him. Kissing her neck, behind her ears, he kissed her drinking her in like a dying man, fresh from the desert. She smelled divine.

Her hand found the small of his back, pulling herself closer as he kissed her, his hands on her felt strong but gentle. He knew how to hold a woman in a way that made her feel safe but desired. And he did desire her, he wanted to take her.

She kissed his neck, her hands felt down his back to his thighs. She wanted to be taken.

As they fell deeper into the moment any hesitation they may have had disappeared. He stood up above her and pulled her shirt over her head exposing her breasts. They were miraculous. The best money could buy ?. Beautiful and perfectly shaped. He kneeled before her kissing her neck and working his way to her breasts. Kissing, biting, licking her perfectly. Her body responded. Arching her back to press forward, he began kissing her stomach and sides. Pulling her hips forward he unbuttoned her jeans, pulled the zipper down and kissed her lower abdomen, sweetly, he loved her. Lying his head on her lap and wrapping his arm behind her he lay there breathing her in. He could “feel” her wanting him. Neither of them were willing to move for a long moment. She placed her hand on his head in a show of willingness and affection. He removed his arm and stood, reaching for her hand.

Dani took his hand and he pulled her from the couch leading her into the bedroom.

The light from River Street spilled into the room. Shadows fell across the floor. The room was dimly lit. The bedroom was beautiful with hardwood floors and high ceilings. An antique four post bed was in the center of the room. He led her to the bed and she sat down. It felt cool to her hands. Pushing her back on the bed he kissed her warmly on the mouth. The moonlight fell across her breasts, she looked beautiful, she was stunning. Lifting her legs, he removed her clothing. The bed felt cool on her naked body. He held her leg in the air and kissed her along the length of her leg. Her body responded automatically, her sex was hot and wet, waiting on him to touch her there. He kissed her thighs moving gently up to her body. Placing the flat of his hand on her stomach, he kissed her between her legs but did not linger.

Walking around the bed he reached across and pulled her up onto the bed. Gently taking her hand and kneeling, he lifted a velvet rope that had been hanging from the post, it had been placed there earlier in preparation; this fact demonstrated his confidence. Rolling her onto her stomach he tied her right hand to the left post at the foot of the bed. The rope was tightly tied but it did not hurt. Walking to the head of the bed he took her left hand and tied it to the post as well. Her arms were pulled out to her sides as she lay across the bed. Moonlight streamed across her beautiful derrière accentuating her curves. As he walked around to the other side of the bed he was pleased at how she had developed over the years. She was divine feminine in her strength like a goddess. He wanted to taste her, to “know” her every secret. Reaching to the floor he lifted the rope at the right bottom post gently tying her right foot. Slowly he repeated the action at the head of the bed. She was now his to do with as he wished. Vulnerable, exposed, she waited as he exited the room.

There was no sound in the ancient apartment. She could hear only his footsteps in the outer room.

It seemed an eternity before she heard him coming back. Her body ached with desire, but she wanted this to linger on.

He walked into the room and she could smell rosemary, she could not turn to look but the light flickering told her that he held a candle.

She felt very exposed as he stood behind her, her womanhood visible to his penetrating eyes. She was helpless to take any action other than to wait. He placed the candle on the table and moved to the left side of the bed by her head. She tried to turn her head to see but she could not raise her head above his waist. As he stood by her head he began to unbutton his shirt, slowly, deliberately, he removed one button at a time until the cotton shirt hung open. He slipped off his shoes and removed his belt. Then unbuttoned his pants, slowly unzipping them so that no sound was made. He removed them and folded them and placed them on a chair by the foot of the bed. Walking back to the bed he stood at her head. Turning her head to the side with his hands he approached the bed. Her face was directly in contact with him. He was slightly turned so that his right hip touched the bed and his left hip touched the top of her head. As he pushed forward she had no choice but to touch him with her face. As this happened she could see him aroused and heavy. She wanted to taste him but dared not without instruction to do so.

He leaned forward and placed his hands on her back and shoulders, rubbing her, firmly pushing down the length of her back, she exhaled relaxing from the pressure and inhaling as he stood.

Her face was pressing against his body, her mouth watered with anticipation but she had not been instructed to move.

He stood and walked to the other side of the bed. He walked to the table at the foot of the bed and over to her feet. He held a bottle of oil in his hand. He poured a pool into his palm and warmed it. Beginning at her foot, he firmly massaged her. Moving up her calves to her thigh, repeating with the other leg touching every part except the most intimate. He pushed his hands up over her buttocks and as he did so she felt even more exposed. There was no part of her that he could not see. She was burning for his entry. Swollen and aching, she waited as he rubbed her derrière and the small of her back. He still stood on the floor. He was tall, reaching across was no issue. He continued rubbing her, worshiping her, like she was the only one that mattered. Standing erect he walked back around to the other side of the bed. Assuming his previous position, placing himself so close that she had no choice but to touch him with her face. “Take me in your mouth please.” he said.

Opening her mouth with his fingers, he moved closer and entered her mouth. He tasted clean, sweet, and instantly hard. She could not resist as he pushed closer. Placing his hands on her shoulders and back he repeated the actions from before. Pushing down to the small of her back, the oil, hot and sweet, felt divine. He backed away from her face and walked back to the other side of the bed. He again began rubbing her legs, her buttocks, and the small of her back. She could not see but she felt him kneel on the bed between her legs. This time as he pushed up the inside of her thighs his thumbs turned to the inside, she felt him touch her flower, pushing up her curves his thumbs pushed in so that he touched all of her as he pushed forward. She could not help but gasp as she was screaming inside to be taken. Leaning over her, he pushed up to her back and shoulders, as this happened, his hardness pushed between her cheeks. She pushed back against him. Like an animal, hot, ready, she raised her hips.

He moved away from her wet from the contact. Sliding back to the edge of the bed, he began to kiss her thighs and the back of her knees. Kissing and flicking with his tongue, licking her, loving her. He pushed his hands up the inside of her thighs and pushed her cheeks apart. Placing his hands on each cheek he pressed his face deeply between her legs, tasting her intensely inside, she was heavenly, sweet and hot. Licking every fold, biting, sucking, placing his fingers inside of her she moaned, lifting himself slightly, his tongue found her forbidden sex, as he tasted her there she screamed inside with guilty pleasure. He stayed there, focusing on her pleasure, fingers inside, licking her completely, her passion rose and she could not contain it. He worshiped her.

Sweat and sex, were prevalent. Still tied, Dani was powerless to move. He stood and walked to the table where the candle burned. Placing his finger in the hot wax, testing it, he smiled. Walking to the other side of the bed, he again pushed his body to her face. “Please take me in your mouth.”

She willingly complied.

When he was sufficiently hard, he pulled back and walked to the other side of the bed. Pulling the pillow from the head of the bed, kneeling, he lifted her body and placed the pillow under her so that her backside was lifted into the air. Reaching the table, he lifted the candle and carefully placed the cup over her buttocks. Holding the candle in his right hand, and pulling her cheeks apart with his left, he let the wax spill over into the valley of her beautiful derrière, the hot wax cascaded down as she felt it hot and wild. She could not hold in the moan of excitement as it dripped over her forbidden sex, it felt warm, so exciting, so amazing. Smiling he spilled the wax onto her cheeks and the small of her back, and again into the space between her legs, the wax when rubbed turned to oil, placing the candle on the table he rubbed her again until she was relaxed and compliant.

Kneeling again on the bed between her legs, he rubbed her back, pushing against her sex with his own, she felt him like hot stone, again she pushed up to meet him. He then pushed himself inside of her. Gliding in effortlessly with the heat, she cried out. Pulling almost all the way back, he plunged again inside her. Deep and hard he went, hot, passionate and wild. Faster and deeper he made her his.

Almost at the point of ecstasy, he stopped and pulled back, removing himself from her he leaned over and took the oil from the table. Pouring it without consideration of the amount, he soaked her behind with oil.

Rubbing himself between her legs, pushing inside her waiting pussy, his love was wild and familiar, deep and hard he pushed forward into her. As he entered her he pushed his finger inside of her as to feel his cock pushing inside. Filling her completely.

They were in ecstasy together, when he said, “tell me what you want.” “I want you she said.” “tell me what you want.” He said. “Take me like you have never had me.” She said. As she said those words, he removed himself from her and pushed against her completely, rubbing himself between her cheeks, pushing against her forbidden sex, he slowly entered her. She moaned as did he, he had not felt her like this before, resistant yet simultaneously compliant, tight and hot and wild.

Reaching above her, he untied her left hand, and placed it under her body, guiding her fingers inside of herself, he pushed inside of her again from behind, their passion reached a level that they had never reached before. As the moon moved across the window, they reached the epitome of climax together as he lie over her still inside. Soaked with sweat and sex, he lay over her.

Slowly he rose from her, walked around the bed and bound her hand back to the bed. Bending down he kissed her gently on the lips and walked out of the room.

When he returned, he returned with a cloth and warm water. Gently washing her, he kissed and stroked her. She was precious to him.

Gently he untied her as he walked around the bed. He turned her to place her properly on the bed and he lay beside her.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a fantasy series of a married couple enjoying a new phase of their relationship. Thanks to all who have followed the series and continued to read of their adventures, and commented, voted, favorite or sent me a note.

Civil comments always welcome!

It was several days later, after dinner, that Rhonda took the remote from Walt and turned off the television. She had gotten annoyed watching him flip through every channel in the cable guide, and then got irritated when he went through it a second time.

“Forget it Walt, there’s nothing on,” she said, and they stared at each other for a moment, until he laughed at the long standing joke of using the remote. She would frequently call it ‘his other dick’ because it was always in his hand or nearby. The laughter died down, and they snuggled comfortably.

“So,” he hinted, nuzzling her neck, “what should we do instead?”

“That, of course,” she replied, but pulled gently away, “but not yet; let’s talk first.”

Walt’s spine stiffened a little. “Good talk or bad talk?”

“Oh, no, good talk,” she explained. “Silly. Unless there’s something I should know?”

“Nope. Nothing.” He leaned to her and kissed her, and she kissed back, their hands comfortably going to the places they felt the best, his to her back and hips, hers to his face and shoulders. They smiled, and each enjoyed the other feeling good. “So,” he asked, “what’s good to talk about?”

“Well,” she began, “why don’t we start with Danielle?”

“M-mm, my current second favorite topic.”

“Oh, really? What’s your first?”

He looked at her with an expression of disbelief. “Duh? You! Always!”

“O-oh,” she snuggled into him. “Good answer.”

“True answer, too,” he told her. “So,” he started again, pulling her backwards so that her back rested against his chest, sideway on the couch, their legs extended and mingled. “What about Danielle?”

“Well, clearly, we both enjoyed her visit,” she began, a little vaguely.

“Her visit, yeah,” he joked. “The tea and crumpets were delicious.”

“Ok, fine if you want to be obvious. I assume you enjoyed fucking her? You looked like you had fun.”

“You looked like you had fun watching,” he added smartly. He squeezed her against himself. “And participating.” He kissed the back of her neck.

“It was so sexy,” she said. “She was so sexy, I’m glad you brought her home.” She snuggled into him, slipping under his shoulder, holding his forearm, and resting his hand over her breast. He gave it a gentle squeeze. She felt perfect, so warm, so relaxed and comfortable.

“Kind of a dirty mouth on her, huh?” He touched her nipple lightly. “Did you like her talking to you like that? Teasing and taunting you about fucking me?”

“God, couldn’t you tell? She got me so hot I couldn’t control myself.” She pressed her hand over his, on her breast, feeling the warm sensations through her chest. She was completely relaxed, completely at ease with herself, her husband and their new, open relationship. “You remember what she said?”

“She said quite a bit,” he chuckled.

“In between, when we were talking, and she asked about us?” She took his other hand and absentmindedly kissed his fingertips. “She asked if we ever invited anyone back.”

“Sure, I remember. Why?” He caressed the nipple now, bringing it to hardness. She sighed. “You want to invite her back already?”

“No, not yet,” she said entangling her fingers in his. “But soon, yes.” There was a pause, and he waited for her to finish. “Frank first, I think,” she said plainly.

“You liked him, huh?”

“Yeah, I did. He was so, well, respectful.” She twisted her body around, until she could look up into his face. “You know, since we started this, I’ve had a number of men,” she began, “and they were all hot, at the moment, and each memorable in their own way. But Frank, he was different. I guess because I got to know him a little before…”

“Before you fucked him?”

“Stop, you’re being crude,” she giggled. “But yes, I guess you’re right. The rest of them, the ones before, there was an attraction, and they satisfied a need I had, a desire.” He looked at her with a twinkle. “Ok, I was horny, and they fucked me good,” she laughed, and he smiled at her. She laid her head back onto his shoulder, and he held her close to him. “But with Frank, I spent time getting to know him. And I think, because of that, he did more than just fuck me good.” She rubbed his chest and pinched his nipple lightly, the way he had done hers. “Make no mistake, he fucked me good!” He laughed with her, and beginning to get aroused, she continued. “His cock was so nice, so hard for me, and when I sucked him off, after, it was so hot.” She looked up at him again, saw the arousal in his face, mirroring her own. “You remember, you saw me.”

“I’ll never forget,” he assured her, “especially after you re-enacted the parts I missed!”

“I don’t want you to miss it again,” she told him, then turned up the heat with her words. escort bursa “Seeing you with Danielle was so hot, seeing you together, seeing how hot you were, how you fucked her cunt.” She was laying it on thick now. “I want you to see me, to see me that hot.” She slipped her hand down his body, rubbed across the growing bulge in his pants. “I want you to see me take his cock in me, in my pussy,” she hissed, “in my hot cunt.”

“M-mm, you say the nastiest things when you get horny, don’t you?”

“Do you want to see me? Up close, like I watched you?”

“Hell yes!” he confirmed. “Do you think he’ll go for that?”

“I don’t really know,” she said wistfully. She grinned at him. “He went for me, though.”

“Yes he did,” Walt agreed, “and who can blame him, you seductress! Once you set your sights on him, there was no hope of escape!”

She slapped his chest playfully and giggled with him as they hugged. Settling back down, she added, “He’s knows I’m married.”

“So,” he suggested, “maybe you call him, and tell him you want to see him again, and you get him to agree, but only on the condition that I’ll be there watching.”

“But what if he says…”

“Or, better yet, you tell him you want us both!”

She stalled, then lifted her head to look at him. “A threesome?”

“Would you do that? Would you like it?”

She felt herself moisten and twinge. “Are you asking me if I’d like to have two men drooling over me at the same time and have two hard cocks to play with?” She put her hand over his mouth. “Don’t answer yet.” She slipped her body on top of his, rubbing her crotch into his, feeling his excitement beneath her. “Are you asking me if I want him to fuck me while I suck your cock? Or if I want you to fuck me while I suck his, so you can see me, up close, with his cock in my mouth? Is that what you’re asking?” She watched his eyes narrow and felt his hips pumping up into her. If not for their clothes, she knew, they would be fucking already. She took her hand from his mouth. “Are you asking me if I want to suck you both, and then have another cock to fuck after one of you has already finished?”

“Yes, you dirty, married slut, that’s what I’m asking, all that, and maybe more.”

“More?”

His hands reached for her ass, grabbing her cheeks and fondling them roughly as he pushed his hips up into her, pressing his hard cock between her legs.” What if we both want to fuck you at the same time?”

“But how would … Oh! You mean one in my pussy and the other in my ass?”

“Would you like that? Would you like two cocks fucking you at once?”

“I don’t know, I- I never…” Her words were lost as he kissed her, hard, and she humped his bulging erection as their tongues twirled and danced, hands roaming over each other. One of his settled between her cheeks, poking at her back door. She squirmed into his body.

“You like that? You liked it when I licked you. You liked when I put my thumb up your ass when I fucked you, like I did to the girl from the bar. Have you thought about it?” His words were hot in her ear, and she felt his lips brushing her neck, in that soft spot on the side, just below her hairline. “Don’t lie to me,” he teased. “Do you want to try it?”

“With you, yes,” she hissed, and her hands went to his crotch, worming their way between their bodies, finding his bulge and caressing it. “Yes, I want your cock in my ass,” she announced breathily, “I- I want you now, I want you to fuck my tight ass!”

He twisted under her, rolling himself on top, and kissed her with uncontrolled passion, and she swooned at his reaction. God, he was hot for her, and she felt the same! Not even doing it yet, and he was out of control, just from the idea and the talk. She felt her pussy gush and swell and her back door twitched as she imagined penetration.

“You want to do that?” she continued, tweaking his arousal. “You want to fuck my ass?”

“God, you know I do!”

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said quietly. “You get some towels from the bathroom and I’ll get the lube.” She squeezed his cock through his pants, thinking she’d never felt him this big or hard. “And don’t you dare go soft on me!”

“The way you talk? No way!”

A few minutes later they were in the bedroom, scrambling to remove their clothes. True to his word, he was rock hard as they kissed, standing, and he gently lowered her to the bed, on her back, their mouths still connected, hands roaming and groping each other frantically. She pulled back, and panted her excitement. “Get off,” she told him, “let me turn over.” He pulled back onto his knees and watched as she rolled onto her elbows and knees, and jutted her ass back at him. “You have to get me ready, first,” she told him,” to help me relax,” she offered in a coy, playful tone, “I’ve never been fucked in my ass before, you know.”

“Don’t I know it,” he replied, caressing the full mounds of her fleshy cheeks. His fingers played at her crack, dancing around her back door, but not touching it. “It’s going bursa escort to be great.” He leaned down and kissed her on each cheek, before moving his mouth to her crinkled muscle. She felt it twitch as she gasped, and he brushed it lightly with the tip of his tongue. She cooed as his tongue bathed her virgin opening. He licked her more forcefully, feeling the rubbery skin respond as he worked the sensitive nerve endings, and then poked the tip into her; she felt the muscle resist, and she forced it to relax and loosen, and he pointed his tongue and pushed it in, and she swooned as the sensation of his firm tongue’s penetration rushed through her. She had made sure to wash herself thoroughly before starting, and hoped he appreciated the soapy scent of her fresh ass. From his urgent activity, he did!

“Oh, yeah, you dirty boy, lick my ass, fuck my ass with your tongue,” she teased. “Get me ready for your hard cock. God, I’m going to take your cock up my ass!” She heard him moan at her words, and she thrilled at the reaction her erotic goading inspired in him.

She felt his saliva dripping down her crack, mixing with the juices dribbling out of her. Her pussy was wet and aching, but tonight, this night, she would have to settle for her own fingers on her clit. She dropped her shoulders to the bed, extending her torso, and pushing her ass into his face as her hand slipped between her legs, brushing her wet lips and sliding up to her emerging button. His tongue was deep in her, his lips pressed hard against her ass, and she could feel it pushing in, digging inside her back door, god, it was so hot, so nasty! She relaxed her body, concentrating on opening her hole for him as the wet muscle penetrated her. And then he pulled back, but only for a second before his finger was at her hole. He played with the opening, teasing it with a fingertip, and then felt a cool liquid coating her.

As he added the lube, she felt his finger press inside her, and her ass opened and welcomed the slender intrusion. He worked the lubed digit inside her, coating her insides, slipping it in and out, and swirling it inside her. A slight feeling of fullness took her, mildly uncomfortable, but enticingly rewarding. She felt the finger probing her depths, pushing at her inner ring, and felt more lube before the finger, deeper than his thumb had ever gone, probed past her inner muscle, forcing it open and pressing inside, and she groaned.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” she sighed. “Finger my ass baby, stretch me open for your cock.”

“It’s so tight, Rhonda,” he observed with glee, “your ass is gripping my finger!”

She clenched in response, and heard him gasp as her muscles gripped him. She pulsed her sphincter several times, then released the grip, allowing him to add a second finger. The feeling of fullness increased, and he added more lube.

“Yeah, two fingers,” he growled, “can you feel it stretching? It’s so hot inside.”

“It feels tight,” she hissed back, “stretch it more. I’ll tell you when to stop, if it hurts too much.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little, of course,” she acknowledged, “but not enough to stop.” She looked back at him over her shoulder. “I want my ass filled with your cock, Walt,” she insisted, “I don’t want to wait. Remember, the next time I might have Frank in my cunt already.” She watched him roll his eyes in pleasure at the thought, and she felt another rush of sexual excitement run through her, layering on top of her already heightened senses. “Or,” she teased, “it might be you in my cunt, or my mouth, and I’ll let Frank fuck my ass.” She heard her husband groan, and push his fingers harder inside. “Would you like to see him take my butt? Are you imagining my tight ring opening for his cock?”

“I’m seeing it open for mine, first.”

“So, go ahead. Stretch my asshole, open my tight little hole for your hard cock!”

“I’m going to spread my fingers,” he warned, “hold on.” She inhaled sharply as her ring stretched painfully, and took a few short breaths until the shock passed, leaving only the throbbing of the resistance in her. She felt her fingers of her free hand clutching the sheets in a tight ball, and forced herself to relax, taking deep breaths.

“Oh, fuck, that’s incredible,” she cried out. She felt a cooling wetness, and knew he was adding more lube, directly inside her.

“I can see inside you,” he murmured,” I can see Inside your ass, my fingers have you opened up, oh, fuck, that’s hot!” She felt his fingers move in and out again, slowly but forcefully, and then she felt another stretch, and gasped. “How’s that; too much?” he asked, “I’m pushing three fingers into your ass. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she assured him, feeling herself relax after the first sudden ache. “Yes, it’s- its,” she gasped as he pushed further, “Oh, fuck, it’s so tight, hold it…”

He held still, and she breathed through the adjustment, allowing her rectum to acclimate to the invasion. As the muscles adapted the pain subsided, still there, but not bursa merkez escort bayan hurting, just existing as part of the experience.

“I think I’m ready,” she said, “are you hard?”

“Are you kidding? I’m like a rock! Hold yourself open so I can lube up.”

“Okay, go slow,” she said. “And use a LOT of lube.” Turning her face to the side she rested her head on the pillow and reached behind herself with both hands and spread her cheeks, pulling them wide, and her fingertips found her opening and pulled herself open, keeping the ring from closing. She heard the wet sound of him stroking his cock, coating himself, and then felt a few drips on her open hole. She hummed in anticipation. And then she felt it. The first touch of his bulbous, spongy cockhead at her hole. She pulled her fingers away, holding her cheeks open as he rubbed across her open back door, teasing her starfish with his helmet.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, fuck my ass baby, my ass is hot for your cock,” she urged. “Go slow, though.”

“I will. Tell me when to stop.” She heard him take a breath, and she did the same, and she felt the pressure, and pushed her ass out, opening herself from the inside, and the pressure increased, almost too much, just at the edge, until she felt a pop as her muscle gave way, and his head entered her.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out.” Stop!” She felt him pause. “Don’t pull out, just leave it like that.” Her ass was crying against the invasion, rebelling and begging at the same time. She wanted it, needed it, but fought to keep her ass from expelling the head of his cock. She breathed, and relaxed, and told him she was ready for more.

She felt the push again, the stretch, and then the pressure on the inner ring, the one that held closed, the exit door. She felt her resistance to the intrusion, and waited eagerly for her body to give in. More pressure, then more, and she felt the twinge of surrender as her interior ring opened in the wrong direction, in instead of out, and the filled, stretched open feeling overwhelmed her as his cock slipped inside. She let out a loud moan, and was swept with a feeling of completeness and satisfaction.

“Oh, fuck, I have a cock on my ass, fuck, fuck,” she babbled, “is it all the way in? God it feels so wrong, so… fuck it feels so good!”

“About halfway,” she heard him reply.

“Go ahead, push it in, push it all the way in now, I want it,” she commanded, “I want your whole cock up my ass, do it, aaaah!” She cried out as she felt her bowels fill up, felt her insides push back, trying to expel him, and she panted, relaxing, allowing her body to adjust as he held still inside her. She felt his legs pressing against hers, and she released her cheeks, clutching the bed sheets and squealing.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so full!” She barked. “I’m full of cock, my ass is filled with your cock, Walt, fuck, that’s so good!” He held still as she pushed back, waiting for her to give the go ahead, and she told him, when she was ready, to go slow.

He pulled back a little, not exiting her inner ring, and it felt like she was taking a shit until he reversed direction again and came back inside, slowly, filling her again. He repeated the process several times, sighing as he went out, and grunting as he pushed back in.

“I think I’m ready,” she advised. “God, does it feel as good to you as it does to me?”

“It’s so fucking tight,” he hissed at her, “so hot inside, it’s incredible!”

She felt his hands on her cheeks, spreading her. “How does it look?” she asked

“So fucking hot,” he moaned, “your ass is stretched so tight, you look so hot taking my cock in your ass!”

“Fuck me, Walt,” she told him. “Fuck my hot ass with your cock!”

She gripped the sheets tighter with her fists as Walt began pumping, slowly, taking half strokes, feeling the alternating sensations of penetration and evacuation. There was no pain now, just a slight discomfort, and unusual sense of strange and new wrongness underlying the incredible erotic feelings. She became aware of his motions stimulating her pussy from behind as the pressure caressed the back of her g-spot, and her body trembled with delight. Then he pulled further out, and reinserted himself, longer, full strokes, pulling and pushing himself through her inner ring, creating a fully open, vulnerable feeling that coupled with her fullness and arousal, taking her to new heights of arousal. She crooned her delight.

“Oh-h, fuck, yeah, fuck my tight ass, fuck, it’s so good, so tight, so full! I can’t believe it, fuck me, fuck my ass hard!” She felt his hands grip her hips tighter, and she slipped a hand beneath herself to finger her clit as his thrusts increased in length and power, she felt his legs banging against hers, felt his balls hitting her wet pussy, as she fingered herself while he pounded, and felt her orgasm begin to mount inside her. It felt different as it swelled, building from her ass out, not centered in her pussy, her entire insides joining in the slow crescendo. Her finger picked up speed and intensity as Walt pounded her tight ass.

“Fuck, your ass is so good, baby, I’m fucking your ass hard, your tight ass loves my cock. God, it’s so fucking nasty, so hot!” He grunted, then moaned. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum in your ass, your fucking ass!”

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Savannah looked at herself in the mirror and grinned. She looked very cute in her jeans and football jersey. The jersey was Joel’s. He was coming over tonight and had let her borrow the shirt at school today. Her blonde hair was in two braids and she was wearing her sexy green and blue panties and bra. The doorbell rang and she answered it.

“Hi Joel.”

“Fuck you look so sexy.” Joel stepped in and immediately kissed her hard. He picked her up easily and carried her to the staircase. They had dated on and off for the last year and just recently had gotten back together. Joel had been tentative at first, worried that something was wrong, but after fucking on her parent’s bed and leaving stains, he knew she was back to her regular self.

“I’m glad you approve. Did you bring over your Biology homework?” Savannah giggled. He had told his parents he was going over to study, but the only studying that was going to happen would be her breasts and pussy.

“Fuck no. I haven’t had you all week. Where do you want me to ravish you?” Joel was holding her tight while he nuzzled her neck. She smelled like vanilla and he thought how ironic that was. He bet all the freshman students saw her as a cute senior who was class president and was always on the honor roll. If only they knew how raunchy she got during sex.

“Den. Daddy got a new leather couch. We need to christen it.” Joel laughed and carried her down the hall to the den. Savannah’s parents were very well off and the house was more like a mansion. The den was actually a home theater with a big screen projection television against one wall. There were couches, chairs, and a rug on the ground. Savannah loved hosting movie parties now that her dad görükle escort had this room finished.

Joel laid her on the leather couch and leaned over her. He pulled off his shirt and then quickly undid his jeans. Savannah lay squirming under him, loving his bare chest, tanned skin, and muscles.

“Why the fuck couldn’t I come over this week? You actually doing homework now?” Joel pushed up her shirt and sucked hard on her nipples through her bra. Savannah was gifted and could get away with high marks without doing homework. She was using the excuse that she was studying and doing homework, but in fact, she was over at Mr. Brown’s house. She couldn’t tell him that.

“Yeah. Mr. Brown is giving us so much fucking homework its crazy. After the first week, when no one did their homework he’s doing fucking homework checks.” Savannah was sitting up undoing her bra. Joel still had not figured out how to undo a bra and was happy when she pulled off her shirt and bra, revealing her perky breasts.

“Tell him to go fuck himself. He’s just on a power trip.” Joel buried his head in her cleavage and sucked on her skin. Savannah whimpered. She didn’t want to think about Daniel while fucking Joel, but he was making it hard to do so. Just today at lunchtime, she had sucked his cock under his desk. He had repaid the favor after school by fucking her in the ass in his front hallway. He lived down the street from her and sometimes drove her home.

“Can I fuck your ass baby?” Joel took a deep breath and waited for the response. He loved fucking her pussy, but wanted more. He had heard a rumor that Savannah had let Griffin fuck her in the ass and wanted to see how slutty she really was.

Savannah’s bursa sınırsız escort bayan heart almost stopped. Was he reading her mind? How did he know that instead of enjoying his hands massaging her breasts, she was thinking about Daniel’s hard cock sliding in and out of her ass.

“Um.” Savannah needs to act cool about this. According to her girlfriends, she was an anal virgin. She had told Sydney and Samantha that she had had sex with Griffin and Joel along with Jack who she met at summer camp a few years back. She wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I’ll be gentle. It will be your first time right?” Joel was desperate to hear her say yes. He wanted to be her first anal fuck and was thankful when she nodded yes.

Joel leaned over and kissed her hard, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He undid her jeans and pushed them down along with her panties. He loved how cute her pussy looked. She shaved it regularly, which looks so sexy. Joel spread her legs and pushed his cock into her pussy.

“Condom. You have to wear a condom. I’m not on the pill, remember?” Savannah had gone off the pill because she couldn’t stand the side effects, but knew how annoying condoms were. It was easy when she fucked Daniel since he either came in her ass or on her breasts.

“Fuck I didn’t bring any. Do you have any?”

Savannah growled and rolled of the leather couch. She stomped up to her room to grab the condoms she hid in her nightstand. She came back down and loved what she saw. Joel had turned on the television to a porn channel and was lying on the fur rug stroking himself.

“Hi baby. God I love your parents. As if they subscribe to this bursa otele gelen escort bayan porn channel.”

“Yeah. And to think they assume I’m a virgin.” Savannah knelt by Joel’s cock and slowly put on the condom. His cock wasn’t as thick as Daniel’s, but it was a little longer. Savannah wondered if she should feel bad about comparing cocks during sex, but she didn’t care. Joel would never find out that she was fucking her math teacher.

“This will probably hurt so I’ll go slow.” Joel pushed her back onto the rug and spread her legs. He slid his cock into her pussy to lubricate the tip and then began to push it against her asshole. She was tight, but quickly opened up. He had never had anal sex either, but wasn’t about to tell her that. He cried out as her ring tightened around his cock.

“Fuck you feel good.” Joel grunted like an animal in heat and pushed in hard. Savannah whimpered and felt the fullness of a cock inside her ass. She sat up on her hands and watched as Joel grunted and moaned while fucking her ass.

“Cumming!” Joel couldn’t believe it. He had barely lasted two minutes and was shooting his load into the condom. Savannah pouted. She was barely aroused and here he was pulling out of her.

“Shit. Sorry. Fuck you felt good. I haven’t cum that fast in years.” He whipped off the condom and stroked his cock slowly. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get it hard again. Savannah just sat there pouting. He knew it was over. You didn’t do this to Savannah Wilson.

“You should go. I’ll give you back your jersey on Monday.” Joel stood up and dressed quickly. He had messed up big time. He had probably hurt her by thrusting so hard and then had been unable to hold back his orgasm. He left quickly, hoping she wouldn’t tell her girlfriends what had happened.

Savannah grabbed her things and made her way to her bedroom. Once there, she noticed the math textbook on her desk. She knew what she needed to do. Grabbing her cell phone, she called Daniel.

“Hi it’s me. I dumped Joel. Can I come over?”

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I went to watch the Wales versus Ireland rugby game on Saturday. I’m not a follower of rugby, but any excuse for a drink in the company of lots of men gets my vote! Unfortunately when I have had a few drinks I get a little cocky and think I know it all, which was obviously not the case at the weekend. With just having had St. Patrick’s Day I was all for Ireland winning the game, and made a bet with a bunch of Welsh supporters that Ireland would win. I offered to bet £20 but they said if I was that sure I should make it £100. I guess the drink bolstered my confidence so I agreed, even though I didn’t have that amount of money with me.

It all started so well, but it was soon obvious that I had made a bit of a mistake, and throughout the match the guys were getting full of themselves about taking my money. I phoned a few of my friends and asked them to come bail me out, but they had gone to Liverpool shopping and wouldn’t be back in time. I decided there was only one thing for it, and that was to get drunk! I went to the bar to get another bottle of wine and thought about sneaking out, but one of the guys had followed me and escorted me back into the pool room that had the big screen.

It was only half time and I could already feel the effects of the first bottle of wine. Some of the guys were playing pool and I watched them for a while. They were both pretty useless, which gave me an idea. I would wait until after the match and offer to play them and make the bet double or quits.

Before long the game restarted and for a minute I hoped Ireland looked like getting back into it, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. I poured myself another glass and carried on with my original idea of getting drunk. Pretty soon the game ended with Wales emerging victorious and winning the Grand Slam. The guys were shouting and jumping around in celebration and I thought for a minute that they had forgotten about our bet, but no such luck.

“Come on then girl, pay up” one of them demanded.

“How would you like to make it double or quits,” I asked.

“What do you have in mind,” asked kuşadası escort one of the guys who I had watched earlier.

“I will play you at a game of pool, and if you win I will give you £200, but if I win we call it quits.”

“Ok you’re on,” he said.

I set the balls up, and we tossed a coin for the break, which I won.

As I bent to play my shot one of the guys wolf whistled. He was stood at the bottom of the table and had a great view down the front of my top as it hung loose, showing off a good deal of cleavage. I made a good break, getting a red in and I went on to pot another two before I missed. He missed his first shot and I got another one in before I missed my next ball. This was looking easy, and I asked if they wanted to make it more interesting. I was surprised they agreed, and when they said they would write off my debt and give me £100 if I won I said ok.

“But what if by some miracle you win,” I said with a sarcastic smirk on my face.

“Then you get on the table and give us a strip,” he said.

I knew it was a bit risky agreeing to their bet, but I had virtually got the game won so I said ok.

Have you ever had a sinking feeling in your stomach when you know you’ve been conned?

He bent to play his shot…….and that was it, I never got to play another ball, he even smiled at me as he sank the black ball, cocky sod never even watched it go in, just looked at me the whole time.

The whole place erupted with cheers as the ball went down, almost as loud as when the rugby game was won!

“Here, let me help you up on the table,” one of them offered.

He took hold of me around the waist and lifted me up in one quick move. I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid.

“Put some music on the juke box for me,” I asked.

Some smart sod must think he was really clever, and I started dancing seductively as “Sink the Pink” began playing.

There must have been about 30 guys watching me as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and shrugged it off my shoulders. I had a sheer white bra on which left very little to the imagination. My nipples were clearly visible and were standing erect. I kicked off my shoes and unfastened my belt and pulled it from the loops in my jeans. Taking hold of each end I slipped it between my legs and began rubbing myself on it, working it back and forth. The guys were really getting into it and some of the comments were getting pretty rude, some of them telling me to “rub my pussy” on it.

I dropped the belt and unfastened the buttons on my jeans. Wriggling my hips I slipped them down really slowly to reveal my matching panties. I sat on the table and offered my legs to the guys, asking them to pull my jeans off for me. So there I was, sat on a pool table in the middle of the day wearing nothing but a very see through set of lingerie. I stood up and slowly walked around the edge of the table, letting them all feast their eyes on me. They were all drooling at my Brazilian which was clear through my panties.

Reaching behind my back I unfastened my bra and as it fell I cupped my breasts in my hands. I could feel my erect nipples poking in to my hands and I began to rub them. It felt good, very good. I raised my arms I the air, giving them all their first look at my naked breasts. The whistling and cheering began again and it had the effect of making me feel very desirable.

I lay out on the table and began caressing my body, paying a lot of attention to my nipples. I was suddenly feeling very turned on, and as I writhed around I could feel my pussy moisten.

I raised my bottom off the table and hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my panties. As I peeled them off I could feel them cling to my wet pussy….god I was turned on. Reaching between my legs I cupped my pussy. The heat down there was unbelievable, and I couldn’t resist slipping a finger between my folds. I was so wet my finger went in easily. I brought it out and up to my clit, using my wetness to lubricate it as I slowly worked circles all around it. It felt amazing and I closed my eyes as I felt my orgasm approaching. My other hand was pulling on my nipple as I worked my pussy.

I slipped two fingers inside myself, then added a third. I love the feeling of being full.

“Why don’t you try using this,” I heard a voice say.

Opening my eyes I saw a guy holding out a pool cue. I looked at it for a second, it was quite thick, just how I like it, but the thought of putting something inside myself that had god knows what on it made me say no.

“It could have all sorts of germs on it,” I said.

With that he pulled out his wallet and removed a condom, opening the packet and rolling it over the cue. I suddenly needed to feel it inside me, to feel my tight pussy being stretched wide in front of all these guys. Looking straight at him, I spread my legs wide and said,

“Do it to, fuck me with it,” I begged.

I used my hands to spread my pussy lips open for him as he slide the end of the condom covered cue into my hot, wet pussy. It felt so hard, not like the real thing but it felt oh-so-good! I began to flick my clit again as he fucked me with it, the crowd encouraging him to “do it to the slut” and “fuck the bitch.” This just made me feel hornier, sluttier. My pussy was on fire now, so hot and wet that my juices began trickling down the cheeks of my bottom. My orgasm came quickly, and as I shuddered I felt myself squirt as I came.

I was breathing so hard my breasts were jiggling as my chest rose and fell, and as he withdrew the cue I felt so empty. I looked around at the faces in the crowd, every one of them looking at me hungrily. I had the urge to have a real cock inside me, but I knew that if I went down that road I wouldn’t be able to stop them if they all wanted to fuck me, and I didn’t fancy being gangbanged by 30 guys.

I sat up on the table and asked for my clothes. From the back of the crowd my jeans and blouse appeared, but someone had kept my bra and panties as a souvenir! As I got dressed the guys began to clap and cheer, but slowly the crowd thinned out. Some of them were loitering around, possibly in the hope that they might get lucky, but I made my excuses and left.

All week I have been thinking of what I did, and I have played with myself every night fantasising about what would have happened if I had let them all fuck me. Maybe next time…

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My creative writing professor in college once said that without the benefit of experience, a writer cannot begin to create, and that only the right kind of eyes can interpret that experience in a way befitting the reader. My heart immediately sank. I knew that my experience watching “The Real World” and drinking cheap domestic beer at keg parties would not make for interesting material, no matter what kind of eyes I had. Bearing that in mind, I decided to seek out those life-altering experiences. I wanted to forge a writer’s existence and enlighten the world with my take on those events. I wanted to be like Henry Miller, for more than one reason, or like Hemingway, but Iowa was not Paris and besides, my girlfriend was a gun-control activist (that semester). I knew I would have to make things happen one way or the other.

I worked three nights a week waiting tables at a local restaurant called “Soma’s”, Iowa Cities’ version of four-star dining. I was required to wear a tie, something I didn’t mind as much. College afforded me few opportunities to dress up and I have to admit, I do clean up pretty well. I’m just shy of 6 feet tall but I have dark hair and a beguiling handsome face. I didn’t feel like kid on the brink of financial collapse when I brought water and rolls to people in my tie. In retrospect, there was a veritable all you can write buffet of material on any given night inside Soma’s but my writer’s eyes didn’t have 20/20 vision. I practically had to be hit over the head with drama to notice it. My story begins exactly 5 years ago, when drama by the name of Claire sat in my section and hit me over the head.

Saturday had been very busy. There was a home football game that day and when all the breweries and bars filled up, Soma’s got the overflow crowd. I was working a double shift that day and had an hour to go home, shower and come back. As soon as I clocked back in, my section was getting double sat. As luck would have it I was breaking in a new pair of shoes and had a savage blister on my left ankle. Martyrdom was mine for the night. After the initial rush and a surprise late rush, I gave the check to the last table and was preparing to half-ass my shift work and sit at the bar for a drink. The hostess, a bat-faced troll of a bursa escort thing called Bethany asked me if I could take one more table. Behind her was a very attractive middle-aged woman in a silk blouse and black skirt. Instinctively I agreed.

“Good evening Ma’am. Would you like something to drink something while you look at the menu.”

“Yes please. I’ll have a glass of Chianti and for dinner, I’ll have another glass. Please leave the desert menu with me. I may order something to drink when I’m through with dinner.”

“Right away. Will there be anything else?” She was astute and looked at me as though she and I had been friends for some time. “Yes. I believe I’m your last table and would very much appreciate your company.” I was shocked. I wondered if she was coming on to me. What my co-workers would think of me sitting with this woman? I decided my feet needed the rest, I needed a drink and this could be the writers’ fodder I so desperately needed for my creative writing class. “O.K. Let me settle my checks and clock out.”

I went to the bar, ordered a vodka tonic and her Chianti and sat down with my mystery woman. How weird could things possibly be? I was in Iowa, not Tijuana.

I sat across from her at the table. She began speaking to me as if this had been the plan all along. “Thank you. I’m Claire.”

“I’m Tom.”

“Tom, I’m going to be very frank with you. If I scare you or intimidate your Midwestern sensibilities, please be frank with me. We will part amicably and move on to our respective greener pastures.”

“O.K. Fair enough.” I was intrigued. What the creeping Jesus was this lady about to lay on me? I could already see a page in my journal filled to the brim. “Tom, I’m going to be moving soon. I’ve made a sort of laundry list of things I need to do here before I go. One of those things entails fucking a young man such as yourself. No strings attached. Can you help me with that?

I sat utterly motionless and oblivious to my surroundings. I must have looked frightened because Claire asked me if I was O.K. I swallowed most of my drink and nodded my head.

“Is that a ‘yes?'” She said patiently. “Yes. It is a yes.”

My mind was moving at a million miles an hour and coming bursa escort bayan up with nothing particularly useful. This was beyond weird. I felt as if I was on one of those reality prank shows and at any minute, the curtain would come down. She sat there smiling at me. I smiled back, faking confidence and wondering what to say at a race where the finish line was now the starting point. We talked a while and then she asked me if I would like to go to her apartment. I agreed.

We walked out together and Charles, the bartender shot me a look. I would have some explaining to do for sure and mentally calculated how my girlfriend could possibly find out about this.

Claire was radiant. She couldn’t be a day older than 38 and had beautiful, soft skin. She had a petite frame and smallish breasts. Her chestnut hair almost flowed past her shoulders and I found myself getting hard seconds after she closed the door. Turning around she immediately began unbuttoning her blouse. I wanted to kiss her mouth. She seemed to look through me and I sensed that there was reluctance hidden behind this quiet urgency.

She took her blouse off and I could see the magical outline of her nipples under her thin white bra. I kissed her softly as her hand found the throbbing bulge in my pants. She was wearing a light fragrance that I knew would stay with me forever. She lead me to her couch, and in a moment of sexual synchronization, we were both undressed within seconds. She smiled at me as I sat naked on her couch and began to slowly caress my dick. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that hard and the sight of her tiny hands gripping my shaft sent shivers down my spine. She gently kissed the purple head of my cock and began sucking on it. I was shivering with ecstasy. I wanted to come in her mouth but I also wanted to fuck her.

Claire straddled me and slid my rock hard dick into her pussy. She was tight but slid down the thick, 7 inches of my cock, moaning and breathing very hard. I began sucking on her nipples as we fucked. I still could not believe what was happening. With every thrust I felt closer to an explosive orgasm.

“Hold on,” I said. “I want to taste you.”

She immediately pulled my görükle escort dick out of her sopping wet pussy. I laid her on the couch and began kissing the insides of her thighs. Her clit was swollen and I started to trace the outline of it with my tongue. She cried out and bucked her hips toward my mouth. I found myself licking every inch of her, sucking on her clit and tasting her deep inside. Using my index finger I gambled and gently began rubbing her asshole. She screamed out in approval and, careful not to hurt her, I worked my finger inside of her ass as I sucked her clit. My cock was almost swollen to the point of pain.

“Fuck me in the ass. Please fuck me in the ass,” she proclaimed.

I turned her around on the couch. Her long hair cascaded down her back and in the darkness, she looked too beautiful to be doing something so visceral. I tenderly put the inflated head of my dick up to her tiny hole.

“Go slowly…at first.”

I gently worked about two inches of my cock into her when she cried out. I could tell she was almost in pain but did not want me to stop. I rubbed her clit and kissed her back. In a moment, the tightness seemed to let up and I worked my cock in more. Spasms of pleasure went through my body and I had to control the urge to fuck her harder. I slowly pushed more of my cock in and she began to moan again. Within minutes we were fucking as hard as before and she began to come.

“Ohhhhh, please don’t stop fucking me!” she screamed.

There on her couch, I buried the length of my ecstatic prick deep inside of her ass. I could see the outline of her hard nipples and feel the come from her pussy on my balls and thighs. She seemed to be having intense orgasms every two minutes and before I knew it, my cock was beginning to issue pre-come warnings deep in her ass. I started fucking her as hard as I could and she screamed out but fucked me back with equal vigor. Right before my cock exploded, she pulled away from me, turned around and grabbed my dick. It was too much for me to handle. I shot a hot ribbon of come into her hair. Instead of backing off, she slowly pulled my spastic gushing cock into her mouth. Despite the hot, white semen dripping from her forehead and chin, she sucked the voluminous loud and swallowed every drop, as if it were water in the desert.

My heart was racing.

“So…where are you moving?” I asked.

“I’m moving back to the East Coast to live with my parents. I’m dying Tom. As soon as I do a few more things I always wanted to do, I’m going home.”

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Tammy was in the manor’s supply room getting what was needed in preparation of the arrival of a new tenant to a vacant room. She placed a few stacks of linen on the cart, counting them out and continued on to the bath towels. Bent over she picked up the ones on the lower shelves, humming to herself and not noticing that someone had entered the room quietly. It was Rob, a man whom had been visiting a relative at the manor several times but had been gazing at Tammy for a while now. She caught him several times and always smiled at him, coyly. She found him attractive and sometimes she wondered if he had noticed that her nipples would get erect around him or that her stares were longer at him each time.

As Tammy moved down the rows of shelves, Rob gazed at the lovely contours of her firm, heart-shaped ass, revealed by her tightly stretched scrub pants. The tempting view brought a smile to his face.

Taking his cock from his jeans, Rob slowly worked his hand back and forth on it as he watched Tammy. He imagined several times fucking her in his imagination and today he hoped would be reality. He kept stroking his cock while he walked softly up behind Tammy. She was still somewhat unaware of his presence. His tool was now completely hard. Using both hands, he quickly grabbed her pants and pulled them down over her ass and thighs, exposing her alluring, half-thong clad ass. He quickly slid the red lace and satin down to her knees. Holding her round hip with one hand, he grasped his cock with the other, ran the head up and down the smooth slit exposed to him. To his surprise, it was already wet enough to accept him. Tammy had been having nearly the same thoughts that day after she had noticed that he was visiting again and she was drenched in pre-moistness. Pushing his hips forward, he sank the thick shaft to the hilt in the beckoning love box.

Everything had happened eskort bayan bursa so fast that Tammy was taken by complete surprise. Rob’s cock was in her before she even knew anyone was in the room with her.

“What the hell is….who is…oh, my God! What are you….don’t….we’ll get caught…oh! Oh!”

Tammy tried to turn and found she could only move her head around. Rob was holding her waist, keeping her bent over and her body turned away from him. She got her head far enough around to see who it was. Her conscious mind told her that this was the wrong place and wrong time to enjoy the man she secretly wanted, but her body had different ideas. Her passions that welled up for the last few weeks that centred around him overpowered all else.

“Oh, my God! What are you doing? We can’t do this here! I’ll get fired and you’ll be banned from seeing your relative!”

Even as she was talking, her body was taking over and she was beginning to move with the rhythms of Rob’s fucking.

“Aaaahhhh, Tammy, I’ve wanted to do this to you since I first laid eyes on you…and I saw how you looked back at me. I heard you playing with yourself in the bathroom last week whispering my name.” She could not believe that he heard her that day….the one time she just had to relieve her sexual tension at work, thinking she was quiet and unaware, she was actually caught by the man she was daydreaming about. Suddenly all her reservations were gone and she accepted what was happening. “Oh, Tammy, you have such a nice, wet, tight pussy. Fuck with me. Take all of it. So good, so good.”

Now her body was in full control. She could feel that thick weapon deep in her tight belly, thrusting up so far it seemed it would come out her throat. Her pussy muscles were working on their own, contracting, squeezing, pulling on his shaft. His hands were resting lightly on altıparmak escort her hips, burning her flesh with their touch.

Tammy reached forward, grabbing onto a shelf and steadied herself. Braced now, she began shoving her hips back, trying to get more cock into her. Her surprise and shock had turned to pure passion. She couldn’t help herself. All she wanted was as much cock as Rob could give her, and for her burning hunger to be satisfied.

Rob worked his cock in and out. The slurping sounds of his piston moving back and froth in the sopping pussy were like fine music to their ears. He leaned his upper body back so he could see his red shaft appear and disappear as it went in and out. He gradually increased his tempo.

“Oh yes, do it, do it! I love it, I love it, big boy! Shove it in me! Give me all of that big thing! You’re so thick! Make it come out of my mouth. I don’t care! Just fuck me! Fuck me!”

Tammy’s voice rose with each word until she was almost yelling. She was beyond worrying about anyone hearing her screams. Rob was huffing and puffing as he slammed his cock into her. Her aching tits bounced with the force of his fucking. The pungent scent of sexual odour filled the air of the small room. Tammy’s erotic cries assaulted his ears.

“Fuck me hard, make me cum! I’ve got to cum! Fuck me! Fuck me! I’m almost there, I’m ready, so ready! I want to cum, God, how I want to cum! Fuck me, dammit!”

Rob followed her instructions, slamming his cock into hr as hard as he could. His hips moved forward with such force that his belly slapped into her uptrust buttocks; his balls swinging forward and bouncing off her bare pussy lips with each thrust. Faster and faster he went, harder and deeper with each trust, forcing Tammy’s body toward the shelf she was holding onto every time he slammed into her. The shelf bursa türbanlı escort shook and rattled, making Rob wonder if it was going to be torn from the wall.

Tammy’s final screams ripped the air. “Oooohhhh! Ooohh! Oooooohhhh! I’m cumming, I’m cumming! God, cumming, cumming. Don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Her body was shaking like a tree in a high wind. Rob could feel the inner walls of her pussy grabbing his cock, stroking it, pulling it deeper, trying to milk him of his cum. His knees were getting wobbly and his breath was exploding in short gasps. With one final brutal lunge, he pushed his pelvis against her ass as much as he could, his cock buried in her pussy as much as it could go and released his own boiling love juice.

Rob was grunting and panting, Tammy’s voice rose above those sounds. “Fill me, fuck me, fill me, give it to me! I want all of it! Fill me with it! Fuck me, fuck me!”

Rob was frozen into immobility with the intensity of his orgasm. He could only hang onto Tammy’s hips and let his bursting prick pump into her up-turned pussy. Tammy lost her grip on the shelf, falling forward. Rob’s pumping tool pulled out with a plop, the last drops of his cum hitting the crack of Tammy’s ass. She collapsed forward into the towels and Rob went with her, landing by her side.

After a few minutes, Rob kissed Tammy and quietly left the linen room as quietly as he entered, leaving her lying across the towels in a sexual stupor. A bit later, Tammy roused herself. She wiped Rob’s cum from her thighs and straightened her clothes. She combed her hair with her fingers and went back to her job.

While making her usual rounds she found Rob sitting with his relative. Tammy gave a knowing smile to him, which he returned back. She approached him and slipped a piece of paper into his hand.

“I get off at 10:30, call me,” she seductively said.

Rob opened the folded paper to see her phone number on it and the words, “I want you again!” He winked at her as she left the room, both knowing that they would be fucking again at the end of the night, this time in the comfort and privacy of one of their beds.

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My wife and I have been married for a bit over ten years. We’ve always had a good relationship, but both of us have felt like the sex life had gotten a bit routine. Maybe that’s partly having to raise kids, maybe it’s because both of us work, who knows. All I know is both of us have felt like things had gotten too routine, and both of us wanted to find a way to fix it. We spent one night without the kids, just talking about fantasies, and exploring what each other thought was provocative or interesting, from the relatively benign, like clothing, to the extremes.

We had started some role playing and such, but were just really starting to touch into the fantasy world, when one night I came home to what appeared to be an empty house, except for my wife, who was stretched out naked on the kitchen table, surrounded by small dishes of foods. We spent an enjoyable and sexy night eating the various dishes, some of them off her hot body, others that I fed to her. Of course there was plenty of really good sex to go along with it. But since that incident a couple months ago, she hadn’t really done anything and I wondered if she were having second thoughts about it all.

Now, my wife is a real reader, and I suspected she had every book on how to spice up your relationship that the self help aisle had in it. I doubted that there was a page that was left unread. When I walked in from work the one thing that stood out was the complete lack of the books laying around the house. Usually there were piles of books sitting around everywhere. Not just her self help books, but books of all kinds. Every pile of books, which other than kids toys, were the only real clutter around otherwise clean house, were put up in a book case in the livingroom. That in itself was a bit odd. What was even more odd was the clothing bag hanging in the hallway that contained what appeared to be a roman soldiers costume.

I was greeted not by her normal quick peck, but a hot wet kiss that I learned a long time ago meant “I’m horny as hell!” I didn’t even have time to ask what was up before she announced that we were going to a party, a Halloween party of all things. I asked about the kids, and she told me that after trick or treat she would take them to her mothers, and right after that we would go to the party, so we might as well wear our costumes for trick or treat.

After a quick dinner, we got the kids ready and then went into our room to dress. She insisted that I wear the outfit without underwear, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but one look at her outfit and I quickly agreed. Her outfit, which was a female Zorro getup, was made up of knee high black boots and a pair of skin tight pants that made her ass and legs look spectacular. Her top was an even bigger surprise. I really couldn’t believe she was planning on going out dressed the way she was. The top was incredibly tight over her breasts, which since she got pregnant were now a nice full thirty eight D. In addition to tight, the thin , low cut, bare midriff top made her lack of bra obvious and her hard nipples stood prominently out inside the thin material. I doubted anyone would be watching the kids when she went to the door. She spun around and showed me that the back was almost non-existent, with the shirt scooping down in the back until it was only a strap a few inches wide holding the stretchy, skin tight material to her breasts. She finished off the outfit with a black sash type mask and a large hat with a flat round brim.

“DAMN!” I said quietly as she turned for me and then strode over to me, sliding a hand up my leg and under my skirt to my quickly hardening dick. “You really going out in that?”

“You like?”

“Hell yes!” I answered enthusiastically.

“Good. I hoped you would.” She said as she stroked my dick slowly. “I want you really horny for later. I have big plans for this.”

“We don’t really have to go to the party. We could just stay here.”

“uh uh uh. You’re just being a bad boy now. No, the party is definitely on.”

“Ok.” I said raising my eyebrows. She hadn’t ever gone out in public in anything even remotely this revealing, so I was willing to go along with just about anything she wanted to do.”

“I think I’ll take the kids. Why don’t you man the door and hand out the candy?” she said as I stroked the smooth material stretched over her tits. If you couldn’t tell I’m really a tit man at heart.

“Sure if you want.” I said, somewhat disappointed that I wasn’t going to get to parade around town and maybe grab a bit of ass or more in the dark.

“I know what you’re thinking, and don’t even think about it.” She said with a grin, letting go of my hard dick and heading for the bedroom door.

I really didn’t have any more chances to try to feel her up before the doorbell started going off. She slipped out with the kids, blowing me a kiss before disappearing into the dark while I handed out little candy bars to the kids.

It was almost an hour into the eskort görükle trick or treat time and the partly cloudy sky was just beginning to glow from the rising nearly full moon. I had been handing out candy pretty regularly and was not the least surprised when the bell rang yet again. I opened the door and leaned down to give out the candy and froze in mid motion. Standing on the doorstep was a woman in a nearly identical zorro outfit. After a very long double take, I handed out the candy, doing my best to not take my eyes off the raven haired beauty standing in the pool of light in front of me.

She was a bit shorter than my wife, and her skin color and features were definitely south of the border, probably really Mexican or south American. Her shoulder length black hair flowed over her shoulders, which were barely covered by the skin tight bare midriff top. Her simply fantastic tits were even larger than my wife’s, each the size of a good melon, and as I stood and stared, I could see her nipples harden slightly, each easily the size of a nickel in width.

“Gracias Senior.” She said with a smile as she ushered her two kids off the porch. She looked back and winked at me as she walked down the walk, leaving me staring at her retreating back and swaying hips. If I didn’t know better I’d say she were making them swing even more just for me.

I finally stepped back and closed the door, only then realizing that my hardening dick had tented out my “uniform” until it was obvious even to me that she had to have seen it. I shook my head and tried to put her out of my mind, but each time the bell rang her hot body flooded my mind.

Finally the bewitching hour ended, and according to the rules we were to put off the lights and stop handing out candy. There were a few kids who came to the darkened door. The first few I gave candy to, and then started to ignore the bell. My wife called my cell and said she would be walking the kids to her mothers and then be home. I settled in to wait, thinking of partly her and partly the raven haired Mexican that had shown up. Wearing only the skirt type uniform I soon found myself unconsciously stroking my hard dick as I thought about the two of them.

The doorbell rang once again, and I sat and ignored it. Three more times it rang, each time with apparent growing urgency. Finally in frustration I got up and walked to the door, opening it expecting a bunch of kids. I froze in my tracks for the second time that night surprised at seeing the female zorro again. She stood on the step, illuminated only by the light flooding from the doorway, alone.

“Please would you help me?” she asked with a distinctly Spanish accent.

“If I can, what’s wrong?”

“My car will not go, and I need to call?” she said animatedly.

“Um sure. Come in.” I said stepping back and holding the door open. I led her to the phone in the kitchen. She dialed a number and talked in rapid fire Spanish to the person on the other end

“Where is theees?” she asked, holding the phone to her chest to cover it. I gave her the address and she rattled it off to whoever was on the other end, partly in english and partly in Spanish. She listened for a few more moments and then replied what I presumed meant goodbye before hanging up.

“Help will come soon.” She said with a smile. “I go wait outside.”

“In the dark? No no. I think you should wait inside until help gets here.”

“It ees ok with you wife?” she asked pointedly.

“Sure, no problem. She’d probably kill me if I put you out in the dark anyway.” I told her with a chuckle. “Come on, we can watch some TV or something.”

I led her back to the living room and plopped on one end of the sofa facing the big screen tv and turned it on while she sat down gingerly on the other end of the sofa. I found a good sci-fi movie and sat back to wait.

We sat for some time before she took her hat off and set it on the arm of the sofa, shaking her head to fluff her hair and then pulled the black mask off of her face. I looked over and was stunned by how beautiful her face was, but what was most noticeable were her deep emerald green eyes. I couldn’t tell if there was any makeup or not on them, but I couldn’t take my eyes from them. I stared at her as if I hadn’t ever seen a woman before, and she looked back almost coyly.

“You look at me a very long time.” She said quietly.

“Um sorry. I guess, well, you have such beautiful eyes.”

“You like them? Some men say I have bedroom eyes. Do you think I have these bedroom eyes?”

“I would have to say you definitely have bedroom eyes.”

“Tell me, what does it meeeen, bedroom eyes?”

“Well, it means, um. It means that they say you want to…” I said stopping mid sentence.

“It meeens I want to what? Take you and make mad sex with you?” she asked with a giggle.

I nodded sheepishly.

She turned on the sofa and lifted her legs and rested her booted feet on my lap. “Most men kestel escort think my breasts are my best part. What do you theenk?” she asked gently stroking a finger across the front of one of her breasts, letting it bump across one of her hardening nipples before she stared drawing slow circles around it with her finger.

“Um, I think… I mean… Yes you have beautiful breasts.” I answered, feeling a bit embarrassed and guilty at the same time. I was terribly attracted to this woman, but at the same time, I was very afraid of what Tina would say or think when she came back from her mom’s.

“You think they look nice? I think they are maybe too big?” she asked as she reached for the bottom of her top and slowly pulled it out and up, letting the stretchy material bunch up over the top of her large firm breasts. They were even more fantastic looking naked than they were covered. Each breast was easily the size of most of a cantaloupe, equally firm and round as well. Her nipples were nickel sized, sticking out a good half inch, and each one was perfectly centered in the middle of a darker areola that was several times the size of the nipple. She slowly stroked her fingers across both her breasts, teasing her nipples even harder while she smiled and looked at me. “I theenk you like how they look.” She said pressing her boot against the tent my dick was making in the skirt thing I was wearing.

“Um… yeah.” I answered dumbly, staring at her nipples growing fatter and harder, just dying to suck on them.

She moved her hands behind her and pushed herself across the sofa, letting her legs hang over mine until she was sitting almost on my lap. She reached for my head and wrapped one hand around behind it and gently pulled it toward her tit. I let her pull me down until I could suck her luscious nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around it while she pulled us down slowly. I ended up lying on the sofa next to her, sucking eagerly from tit to tit with abandon while she moaned and stroked my hard dick with her hand. As suddenly as it started, she stopped it, pushing me away from her and standing up in front of the sofa.

She stood there with a devilish smile on her face, looking down at me for several seconds before she reached up and slowly pulled the shirt up over her head, tossing it aside. With her now naked above the waist she stepped one foot up on the sofa in front of me and slowly slid the zipper of her boot down her leg, slowly pulling the boot off and letting it drop from her hand. She repeated the process on the other foot, leaving her standing in nothing but the tight black pants. She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her pants, and slowly pulled them down, revealing more and more of her perfect body with each passing second. I watched in fascination and lust as her bare mound slowly came into view, followed by her meaty pussy lips. She spun on one foot and bent over, sticking her ass out toward me as she slowly pushed the tight pants down her legs. She stepped slowly out of them, letting each foot settle on the ground farther out from her body. She bent over farther, reaching between her legs and gently stroking her fingers between her lips, drawing her wetness out with her soft flowery inner lips.

“Tell me. Would you like to taste me? Make love to me? Steeek your hard fat dick into my hot wet pussy?” she asked seductively.

“God yes.” I mumbled as she turned to face me, moving one hand to her tits and gently stroking them while her other hand stroked her pussy lips.

“Then maybe you should undress me too.” I heard my Tina whisper from behind me.

Shocked I turned on the sofa, my heart in my throat as I realized I was just telling a strange naked woman I wanted to fuck her, and I did it in front of my wife.

“Relax lover. This was my idea. Tonight you get to experience one of your fantasies and help with one of mine at the same time.” She said as she reached for the buckle holding the top of my outfit. She undid the clasp on my right shoulder and pushed the material off my left shoulder. Zorroette reached a hand out and took one of mine, slowly pulling to get me to stand up. Tina stepped around the sofa, while Zorroette pushed the material of my costume down over my waist and let it slide to the floor. “This is Maria. She has agreed to help us both out tonight.”

Maria stepped close to me and gently kissed me on the lips while she pulled Tina closer to the two of us. She broke the kiss from my lips and turned her face to Tina, pressing her wet lips against Tina’s. As she kissed my wife, she moved my hands to Tina’s top, pressing my palms into her hard nipples poking through the material. While the two women kissed sensuously I pushed Tina’s shirt up over her tits and leaned down, sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I continued to suck on her tit while Maria broke her kiss and knelt down in front of her. I watched Maria work while I licked and sucked first one bursa sınırsız escort nipple and then the other. She pulled Tina’s knee high boots off and then moved her hands to her legs. She gently pushed me away from my wife, pushing me toward the sofa, clearly wanting me to watch for the moment.

Maria stood up and ran her hands up my wife’s sides, letting her fingers tangle into the shirt and pushing it up until my wife lifted her arms and let her pull it all the way off. Maria stepped against my wife’s body, bringing her hands down behind her back and pulling them together. I watched as she gently moved her body back and forth, rubbing her hard nipples back and forth across my wife’s bare tits, making their nipples bump across each other. I heard my wife moan gently as she bit her lower lip, clearly enjoying the sensation. While she stroked their nipples together, Maria lowered her hands to my wife’s waist and untied the strings on each hip. I watched, filled with lust, as Maria slowly sank to her knees, her tits rubbing down my wife’s body, pushing her tight pants down over her hips as she went.

I watched my wife’s creamy skin appear inch by inch, a stark contrast to Maria’s darker skin and the black of her pants. Maria sank slowly to her knees, pulling the pants down ever farther, uncovering my wife’s neatly trimmed brown bush and then her clearly wet pussy. Maria helped my wife step from her pants and then gently pushed her back until she had nowhere to go but sit on the sofa next to me.

Maria smiled at the two of us as she sank down between my wife’s legs. She lowered her face to my wife’s curly brown bush and kissed her way across her mound and down her right thigh. I watched as she kissed and licked across to her other thigh, each spot along the way getting a gently wet kiss and soft lick with the tip of her tongue. Only after she had worked my wife to the point where she could hardly sit still, Maria let her tongue slip between my wife’s wet pussy lips. She pressed deeply between them and licked up until her tongue found my wife’s hard exposed clit and flicked across it, bringing a sharp squeal of surprise and pleasure from her lips.

I watched Maria slowly work my wife’s pussy, getting hornier and hornier with each passing second. Finally unable to stay out of it any longer, I stepped behind Maria and knelt down, reaching out and gently stroking her pussy.

“Oh yes. Fuck me!” Maria demanded as she pulled her face from between my wife’s legs briefly. She didn’t have to tell me twice, and I quickly moved myself behind her and rubbed my engorged head up and down her wet pussy, spreading her juices across my head. I heard Maria moan as I slowly pushed my dick into her, my fat head expanding her wet tunnel as I eased into her. I continued to push until my hips were touching her firm round ass, and then slowly stroked back out, stopping with just my head inside her. I pressed quickly in, slapping my hips into her ass and bouncing her whole body.

Maria moaned into my wife’s pussy, and my wife moaned and thrashed on the sofa as I stroked into Maria with abandon. I really didn’t want this to end, but I also was too turned on to stop myself. With a jerk and a loud groan I started squirting my cum deep into Maria, my dick pulsing with each new shot of cum.

Maria trembled and squealed as her orgasm washed over her, triggered by my shots of cum deep in her pussy. Her whole body twitched with each shot of cum that pumped into her, her orgasm slowly passing with mine. She quickly went back to licking my wife’s pussy, driving her tongue deep into her pussy and flicking her clit with the tip of her tongue. My dick slipped from Maria’s pussy and I moved to the sofa, quickly sucking one of my wife’s tits, something that I knew she loved to have done.

Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, her whole body shaking and jerking as Maria assaulted her pussy and I worked her nipple, sucking it deep and flicking it with my tongue. She cried and thrashed in a stronger orgasm that I recalled her ever having before, her whole body showing the effects for nearly a full minute before she finally slumped down in exhaustion.

Maria slowly crawled up her body, kissing her way up and dragging her big tits until she placed her lips over my wife’s panting lips, sharing her own pussy juices with her as they kissed. Maria embraced her for several minutes before she shifted her kisses to me, pulling me closer to the two of them and using one of her hands to draw one of mine to one of her firm breasts. Once I was engaged in squeezing her breast and teasing her nipple, she moved her hand to my wife’s, drawing it toward her pussy. I felt and heard her moan into my mouth as my wife slipped a finger between her lips and stroked it slowly up her slit and across her clit.

“Let’s go the bedroom.” My wife said after several minutes of this attention to Maria’s body.

“Yes.” Maria said quietly, pushing herself away from the two of us and holding her hands out for us. We each took a hand and allowed her to pull us up, and then led her to our bedroom and king sized bed. Maria crawled onto the bed while my wife switched the main light off, leaving on only a small dressing table light bathing the bed in a soft glow.

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It was a bight sunny afternoon and Andrew had just got back from his weekly run. He deliberately took his route around 3.30pm to coincide with the sixth formers leaving the local Girls’ High School. He called it the ‘School Run.’ He knew it was a bit naughty, but he was only looking. He often got admiring glances from some of the older girls. When it was warm, like on this particular day he had donned his shorts and running vest, which revealed his toned arms and legs. Some of the girls were so well developed; so nubile that only their little uniforms gave away their true status. If he saw them in town, on a Saturday, he would leer with impunity, but that wasn’t so much fun. He might just be looking while he jogged, but with Kylie, he hadn’t just looked. He noticed her once the previous week, though she hadn’t spotted him.

Even though she was his neighbour, they were like ships that passed in the night. He was at work before she left for school and back before she returned. Three weeks had passed since he had given her shelter from the rain. A full three weeks since she had seduced him; worked him out and given him the time of his life. It was only a blow job, but it was an amazing one. Maybe it was naughty, a bit too naughty. It was probably just as well they hadn’t gone any further, he thought. It was little comfort for his conscience, but it was something.

As these thoughts were whirling round in his head, there was a knock at his door. He was still just wearing a towel from his shower and opened the door tentatively, to see who it was. It was Kylie.

‘Hello Andrew, long time no see.’

‘Ah, hi…this is a surprise, I wasn’t sure if I would see you again.’

‘I’ve been busy with my revision, you know how it is. Well are you going to ask me in?’

‘Erm, well…I’ve just come out the shower.’

‘That’s OK. I don’t mind.’

Andrew suddenly felt flustered. Why was she here? He felt he should make some excuse. He would say he was busy and that it was inconvenient, but the words came out as:

‘OK then come in if you like.’

He closed his eyes and sniffed. She had the same sweet smell as before.

She had obviously just come from school. Her uniform was similar to the first time. Short, black pleated skirt, white blouse and then Andrew noticed. Why he hadn’t spotted them when she was at the door he didn’t know. Her tights had been replaced by black thigh-length socks. They finished just short of her skirt, so that there was a cheeky line of white flesh. Andrew gulped. Under his towel he could feel his dick stir. His breathing quickened.

‘I bet you like this uniform, don’t you Andrew, do you like my socks?’

‘Oh Kylie. Oh fuck.’

‘I’ll take that as a yes. Can I have a coffee and some cookies again. I like your cookies.’

She looked down and noticed the obvious distortion to the front of the towel, which Andrew attempted to hide ineptly. Kylie rolled her tongue along her bottom lip. Andrew was briefly mesmerised. eskort bayan gorukle That long black hair. Her bright blue eyes. Those legs!

‘Erm…yes coffee of course. Can you just give me a minute while I put something on?’

‘OK, if you must.’

Andrew disappeared for a minute or two and returned in boxer shorts and a T-shirt.

‘So what brings you here today then?’

‘Oh, I just thought I’d nip round for a chat and see how you were doing. Have you missed me?’

‘Well, sort of.’

‘Sort of?’

‘Last time. It was great, but we went too far. You’re eighteen; still at school.’

‘Don’t you fancy me any more?’

‘Of course I do, but…

Before he could finish his sentence Kylie grabbed his lunchbox in her right hand and gave it a little squeeze.

‘Ooh Andrew.’

‘Kylie, please. Let me get you a coffee.’

Andrew wanted to push her away and he wanted to pull her towards him. He touched her arm, but she drew it away. She wanted to tease him a bit more.

‘OK, you can get me the coffee. Can I sit down in there.’

‘Of course make yourself comfortable.’

Andrew prepared the refreshments, not daring to wonder what developments there might be this time.

When he entered his living room, he paused and nearly dropped the tray. Kylie was sitting on his sofa crossed legged. Her skirt had ridden right up her thighs and a huge expanse of her white legs was visible, as well as a tantalising glimpse of her white panties.

‘So what else have you been doing other than revision?’ Asked Andrew trying to take his mind off her myriad of delights.

‘I’ve just been around, home — school — swimming baths once a week — home, not really the high life when you’re 18.’

Andrew sat next to her and put the drinks and cookies on a small nest of tables.

Kylie took a biscuit and bit into it with an audible snap, a shower of crumbs falling into her lap.

‘These are different to last time — more crumbly. Nice though.’

Andrew just watched. She took a swig of coffee. She put the cup down and gave him a lovely, innocent smile.

‘Oh Kylie, I wish you wouldn’t look at me like that.’

Andrew looked in to Kylie’s eyes suddenly hypnotised by her youthful sexual charm. She moved a little more closely to him and just looked him in the eyes.’

‘Kiss me’, she said.

‘No Kylie.’

‘Kiss me!’

He took hold of her, holding her tightly and gave her a kiss. She responded passionately, giving him a long lingering French kiss. At last she came up for air.

‘Hmmm that was lovely, you kiss so much better than guys at school.’

‘Oh Kylie, what am I going to do with you? You’re just so hot!’

She moved from the sofa and knelt on the floor at his feet and looked up at him.

‘Do you want to fuck me Andrew?’

Andrew didn’t know what to say. He was literally speechless. He suddenly found himself overwhelmed by her indefinable mudanya escort sexual presence, finding her fantastic body irresistible. He felt panicky. His heart missed a beat. She stood up and eased her skirt down, over hips and let it fall to her feet. Then she began to unbutton her shirt. She unbuttoned it bottom upwards. Slowly. Teasingly.

‘Right, I think you ought to be reacquainted with a couple of friends.’

‘Eh? Andrew could hardly speak.

Kylie moved a little closer to him and lifted up her white bra. She knelt on the sofa in front of him and rubbed her tits over his nose and lips. They were so soft and warm and smelt sweet and delicious.

‘Ooh Kylie, oh baby you’ve got fantastic tits.’

Her breasts were at the same time pliant and squishy, but still somehow quite firm. Her nipples stood erect, beautifully rosy pink; Andrew just stared at them, transfixed. Then he licked each nipple in turn, just with the tip of his tongue at first and then allowed his mouth to enclose the whole nipple, kissing them tenderly. Kylie was enjoying this and she felt herself become aroused.

Andrew loved kissing her breasts and couldn’t get enough of them rubbing them all over his face again. He was fully aroused and could feel his dick pressing uncomfortably against his boxers. Kylie helped him remove his shorts and wasted no time in grabbing his erect phallus and began to masturbate him expertly but softly with both hands. Her action was fantastic, rolling the tip around her palms as if she was making pieces of dough. Andrew felt his cock twitch and throb as she switched to a figure of eight technique, rubbing his glans and pulling down the foreskin at the same time.

‘Oh baby that’s fantastic where did you learn to do that?’

‘I read it in a book that my friend brought to school called Sex Games.

‘Well it’s certainly the best wank I’ve ever had’, said Andrew, taking a deep breath as he felt his heart racing.

‘I think you should take the last bit off now.’ She said.

Andrew moved to the floor behind her. He wanted to savour the moment. He wanted to relish every second as he rolled her panties down to reveal her plump schoolgirl bottom — it really was a beauty. Moving right up to her he buried his face between her cheeks, rubbing his nose and lips around the soft flesh. He was aware of a gorgeous scent coming from her pussy and gently placed two fingers between her legs, feeling for the warm, moist opening. She was very wet and hot to touch.

‘Get on the sofa baby on all fours, I’m gonna fill you up.’

His cock was now straining at the leash and he couldn’t think of anything but having it inside her lovely young pussy. She bent over the edge of the sofa, exposing her labia, which were inflamed with her arousal. Andrew leant against her and guided his dick in to her red inner lips.

‘Aaaaaw Kylie, oooooh baby, that’s good.’

She was tight but so wet he slipped in his entire length bursa evi olan escort effortlessly. She seemed to fit him like a glove and he began to slowly go in and out, feeling her vagina stroke his dick.

‘Oh Kylie. Oh yes baby. Your’e so tight, so lovely… oh fuck, it’s amazing.’

Kylie could feel his girth inside her and let out a soft squeal of pleasure. Andrew pushed her ass cheeks together making her even tighter.

This did the trick. He could feel her pussy respond to his speed. It was like her vulva was consuming him, pulling him deeper. He pushed his cock home as hard as he could, as Kylie began to moan and whimper even louder.

‘Oh Andrew, yes… I’m cumming, don’t stop, aah, aaaaw, aah, aah, yes, yes.’

Her orgasm was incredible. He could feel her vagina pulsing like it was a tense elastic band, twanging against his penis.

He pulled out and picked her up and lay her on the sofa. He wanted to go down on her now. To give her an extra dimension of pleasure. He licked her glistening pussy lips, which were oozing profusely with her sticky juices. She tasted so good. He licked her ravenously, swallowing her honey. Kylie was enjoying the attention but her pussy ached for his rod again.

‘Andrew, take me again.’

With his cock still rock hard he eased himself in to her from the front and she clasped her legs around his back pulling him as close to her as she could. He alternated between straight fucking and moving his dick around in a circular movement so he could reach every corner of her pussy. Andrew pressed his lips against her neck, biting it softly and inhaling her perfume. She could feel her second orgasm now. His cock was like a huge locomotive, out of control; bringing her to the point of ecstasy.

‘Mmmm, that’s it, ooh yes, I’m nearly there. Aaaah, ooh yes, aah, aah — oh Andr… of fuck yes, yes, aaaah. I’m coming, oh fuck, aaaaaaaiow!

She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails in, her young body racked with orgasm.

Andrew had eased off a little to get his breath, and slipped in and out slowly, enjoying the sensation, until he could take no more.

‘Oh baby, I can feel it coming, I’m going to explode!’

‘Cum on my face again then, I love it.’

He pumped himself into her a little longer and then pulled out. His climax was spectacular.

‘Aaaaaaaaah yes!!! Oooh!

A long stream of semen splattered over her face from her eyebrows down to her lips. Then another load caught her on the nose. He tugged at his cock and she beamed a huge smile as two more splurted over her mouth. He collapsed back onto the sofa, totally drained.

—————————————-

A while later, they had cleaned up and dressed. They sat on the sofa. He held her hand and kissed her fingers tenderly.

‘That was just the best sex ever baby — you’re amazing. I was unsure at first, but I’m glad you came back. Don’t tell anyone about us will you.’

Kylie giggled.

‘Well, noooo, but…’

‘What?’

‘I did talk to my best friend Amanda after last time.’

‘And?’

‘She would quite like to see you too. Maybe I’ll bring her next time, if you’re up to it. What do you think?’

Andrew shook his head. He would need to do more running.

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You told me to dress nice, but comfortable, and to make sure I was ready by 6 pm, at least that was what your note said when I woke up this morning.

I puttered around, doing odds and ends and other chores. I decided to splurge and call the day spa by the house and they had a quick opening. I only had time for a mini facial, as I listened to quiet music while she massaged my face with 2 or 3 different types of lotions and masks. Then she put a mist spray near my face and left me alone for 10 minutes while the mask went to work. The next thing I felt her hands wiping off the mask as she took my out of my pseudo sleep. I then had them put my hair up in a clip and put some strategically placed spiral curls to frame my face.

I made it home, put on my makeup and started to get dressed. First, I put on a raspberry lotion on my whole body. So of course I had to put on my raspberry silk underwear and bra, and then a pair of sheer black thigh high nylons. I got out a cotton plaid skirt, colored with browns, yellows, reds… like falling leaves. The skirt falls to just above my knees, but it has a 2 inch slit on the right side. I then put on a black angora turtle neck sweater, knowing that you can’t keep your hands off of me when I wear it.

I was trying to find some earrings when you got home, came up behind me and said “Wow, I almost want to cancel our reservations, but you are much to pretty to keep all to myself.” I gave you a silly look, finished putting on my earrings and heels, and you helped me into my coat and then into the car.

You drove us to a small little restaurant and we got settled at our table. We made small talk until they brought out wine and appetizers. Even with the food I could feel the wine going to my head a touch and could feel my cheeks blushing. Every so often, you brush your fingers over my hands, or even teasing me further I feel a hand on my knee slowly tracing little designs over it, tickling me.

We ate dinner, still talking about this and that and waited for dessert, which was a chocolate mouse cake, which we split, but since they only brought one fork, you fed it to me. You ask me if I want to go out anywhere else or just home, and I suggest we go home early.

As we head out to the car, you tell me to look up at the stars, and as I do you quickly pull down the top of the turtleneck exposing my neck and put your lips on it.

“God, I needed to do that all night long,” You said quietly. As you do that, you wrap your arm around me and pull me into you kissing along my neck and chin and up to my mouth. First tasting my lips, still sweet with the flavor of chocolate, and then slowly opening them with your tongue, probing inside my mouth.

Your kisses feel so urgent against my lips, and I can feel with every touch the tingling start on my lips, working its way down making my nipples hard and then all the way down to between my legs.

I said breathlessly “All this, just from a kiss. Amazing.”

You break away, much to my displeasure, saying “We better get home or we might never make it there at all.” You help me into the car and I try to compose myself after that prelude of what was to come.

The eskort bursa car ride home was quiet, but comfortable with our hands resting on each others thighs. Your fingers gently trace out imaginary designs on my leg. My thoughts on how you could possibly make this night any better than it was already. When we pulled into the driveway, you turn off the car, and as I was about to open the door, you stop me and tug on my arm. I turned back around to ask what was up but I was quieted with another long teasing, toe curling kiss.

Slowly we make it in the house and as you take our coats, you tell me to go and lie in front of the fireplace in the living room. I hear you walking towards me and I turn to see you loosen your tie and take it off. All the while you have a little devilish grin on your face. I start to wonder what you have planned and I start to speak, but you again quickly start to kiss me hard to stop any thoughts I might have from escaping my lips.

As we kiss I feel your tie slip over my head and cover my eyes. You pull away and position it carefully so I can’t see anything and tie it tight, and put me in a sitting position on the floor with my legs curled under me.

Relying only on sounds now, I wonder what you are up to, when I hear the sound of the fire start up and feel the heat slowly hit my face. I feel you behind me, sit down and straddle my body with your hands. The next thing I feel are your hands on each side of my neck starting to massage it and down to my shoulders.

First very gently you started, now with a little more force working the kinks out. You slowly move down my back and sides sometimes with no more force than a whisper other times strong and willing my body to relax. As you reach my hips I feel your hands move under my sweater and lift it up raising my arms as you take it all off, revealing my raspberry satin bra.

Still blindfolded, I flinch slightly as I feel your finger trace my bra along my back and feel it makes its way to the front, gently tracing the outline of my breasts. As you continue to tease me, a finger makes its way up to my shoulder and pushes the strap off making the bra sag and reveal more of my breasts. Then you do the same to the other side, giving me no support and making you able to clearly see each hard nipple. You tease them slowly by touching just the tip of each first with your finger, then with the tip of your tongue. You feel me jump a touch and place a hand on my back steadying me and pulling me into you closer. With that hand you unclasp and finally remove the rest of my bra, leaving me completely naked on top.

You tease and taunt me, kissing, sucking and licking my entire upper half of my body, from my neck and ears down my shoulders. You kiss my back and use your tongue to tickle my spine all the way down to the top of my skirt. You move to the front again and tickle my belly button and work your way slowly up to my breasts. You kiss and tease each one and purposely avoid my nipples which are very hard by now. You see me wiggling from all the attention and place a tender kiss on my lips and then leave them looking for more. I don’t feel anything for about a minute, bursa yabancı escort and then I feel a light touch of your tongue on my nipple. Slowly you lick, kiss and finally suck on my aching nipples. First one side and then the other, your hands alternate with your mouth.

All the while I try to keep reaching for you, because with my sight gone from the tie covering my eyes, I feel the need to touch you even more. In the end you keep placing my hands down, telling me not to move them. Now you take my hand and tell me to stand up. I can sense that you are walking around me, just looking when I feel your hand on my back, and slowly you unzip my skirt. Without any extra help it falls quietly to the floor. You help me step around it and while doing so you take my heels off as well, leaving only my undies and my nylons. It was a strange feeling, hot on one side from the fire and cool on the other. But you tell me to lie down on my stomach, and I do.

I feel you start to massage my hips, legs and feet so slowly and tenderly, working away any aches and lingering stress. As your hands move down one leg and up the other you come closer to my undies and trace the edge of them with your finger and tongue like you did with my bra. You nibble on the point where my butt and the tops of my legs meet, making me giggle and squirm. You pull down the backside of my underwear so you can start to see my butt and then ask me to roll over.

As you repeat the massage down one leg and up the other you remove each nylon. Again reaching the top of each leg you kiss and nibble the point where my hip meets my legs. As you do that I start to squirm again and my legs open for you. You kiss the inside of my thighs going as slow as you can bear, working your way up to my pussy. I can feel your warm breath through my undies and then I feel your tongue tracing my pussy over them as well.

You finish pulling down my undies now and settle back in between my legs. Carefully you trace my pussy lips again, kissing them sucking them softly in your mouth, not being surprised as to how wet I am already. One hand wanders up to tweak and rub my nipples, the other works its way inside the folds of my wet pussy, feeling the heat. Up until this point you have been avoiding my clit, not listening to my requests to touch it. You just keep working your fingers in and out of me while sucking on my pussy lips bringing my closer and closer to orgasm. You do this for ages it seems, your tongue and fingers never tiring, just changing the tempo every so often, slow and soft then hard and fast, just to keep my guessing.

I finally beg you to make me cum, that I can’t handle it anymore. Without warning, you take my clit and suck it hard at the same time thrusting your fingers deep inside me. You hear me cry out with relief as you feel me clamp down around your fingers and the rest of my body releases with a long shudder. You pull your fingers out quickly, leaving me feeling abruptly empty and quickly lift up and thrust your cock in me, hard and fast, catching the tail end of my orgasm.

You keep thrusting through my shudders, making them increase yet bursa merkez escort again and so soon. As I feel you thrust inside me, I bring my legs around you, pulling you deep inside me. As you bottom out, I start to cum again and start to milk your cock like I did your fingers just moments before. As you feel my pussy clamp down, you thrust one last time and cum deep inside of me, coating me completely with your cum.

You fall on top of me and we lay on the floor in front of the fire for awhile until you slowly pull out of me. You finally remove the tie covering my eyes. As you look into them, you tell me how much you love me and how you had wanted to make me feel special. You grab a quick blanket from the couch and we snuggle watching the fire, quietly talking and then dozing on and off through the night.

I wake up in the morning, that time where the sun is just starting to break the dark of night. We are entangled in each others arms, still lying on the floor wrapped up in blankets. The fire had died down and there is a slight chill to the air. The memory of last night comes flooding back, how you teased and tormented my body until I was weak from all the times I came. Immediately, I can feel my pussy juice start to flow again, and I realize I want you more now then before. I want to show you just how much I appreciated last nights effort that was all for me.

I slip away from you, and sneak off to the bathroom, and brush my teeth and use mouth wash making my mouth extra minty. I come back and slide the blankets off of you and look at your naked body. I slide next to you and slowly trace my tongue around your nipples making them hard. I work my tongue slowly down your sleeping body to your belly button and lightly flick inside of that. I still work farther down as I start to kiss, lick and nibble on your thighs spreading your legs open.

I decide against the slow approach as I decide that I just want you to wake up. So quickly I take your cock in my hands and quickly suck it into my mouth. The minty, tingly sensation from the toothpaste and wash quickly wakes you up as it sparks your whole body. I wrap my tongue around the head and suck at the tip with all my might. I take hold of your sack and start massaging them all the way from the front to the back. Quickly I take as much of you as I can into my mouth as I hear your groan loudly. Slowly, while I am still sucking I pull up away from you reaching the tip.

I kiss the tip of your cock, “Good morning love, I just wanted to thank you so much for last night,” and then I plunge quickly back down, making you groan even louder. I keep doing this for the next minute or so, and I can feel your hands on the back of my head urging me to go faster. Every time I plunge down your cock feels alive with from the tingly sensation of the toothpaste. I grab the base of your cock with one hand and start pumping your cock as fast as I can go.

My hand and mouth meet somewhere in the middle each time. With my other hand still massaging your sack I can feel you are about ready to cum, I pull slightly on them making the urge even greater. With one last plunge I dive down taking you as far back as I can. I feel the splash of your cum hit the back of my throat and slide down to my stomach. I keep you inside of me until I suck you dry and I feel you soften again.

I say good morning once again, and I am greeted with a smile and a very simple “Wow”, and I know that I woke you up nicely.

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It was a warm and sunny June morning when you called. You said come over and I couldn’t drive fast enough. I thought I was over it. It’s been forever since I felt the flutters in my chest when I thought about talking to you. The intoxicating rush when we were together. All that was supposed to be left behind. Instead, I drove the twenty minutes south drawn on a taunt rope I didn’t fully understand.

Of course, you called me to help with some yardwork and other chores. I went down knowing that I would be part time labor and comedy relief. We had some laughs, fell into our casual rhythm of flirting and joking. We even got some work done.

It’s easy to have fun banter with you as I literally trim your shrubs and you discuss the girth of the rake handle. Your dazzling smile just enchants and encourages me. It was hot and

You bought Pizza for dinner. We ate on your porch chatting like always. Then a couple more hours of work as till the sun sank. I figured I was heading home, when you finally agreed to watch a movie with me.

“I can’t believe you want to hang out with me smelling like this.” You mutter looking at the dirt on your clothes.

“I like a woman who sweats.”

“But I feel gross. Mind if I jump in the shower?”

“Need company?” I offer.

“No thank you.” You gracefully decline. “Can I trust you to behave while I’m gone?”

“Tell you what, I’ll behave if you come out wearing your sexiest shoes.” I bargain.

“Deal”

So I wait. I flip through blithely through channels, I focus on not leaving the couch. I somehow don’t sneak into your room. I don’t peak. I behave.

“So what do you think?”

“Damn Baby.”

Your wearing thin shorts and a small tshirt, what you think is nothing special. It’s what I think is incredibly hot. The fabric hugs you. There is no point in trying to be sly. I openly admire your sexy show.

“Do you like the shoes?”

“They look great on you.”

You walk towards me, with mischief on your face. Your legs are long, leading up to the sexy thighs, your hips sway as you approach me. The shorts show me so much but I hunger for more.

“God you’re stunning. Turn around, let me look at you.”

You do a slow turn and look over your shoulder. You know what you are doing – what you are doing to me. You see my expression as I realize bursa eskort you don’t have panties on.

“Something wrong?” You tease.

I stand up reach out and put my hand on your hip. You don’t move away. My hands slide to your hipbones and pull you gently back into me. You feel my breath on your neck and my hardness press against you. You suddenly inhale as my lips brush your neck. Your back arches as my hands slide up your lithe body. I gently kiss my way up your neck to your ear. I whisper in your ear.

“I love your shoes”

We both smile as I lay you down on the couch. My hand reaches under your knee and lifts your foot up. I run my fingers along the straps on your shoe, tickling you foot. You kick a bit, but my left hand has a firm grip on your ankle. I kiss your ankle just below my hand on the ankle bone. You stop fighting as I kiss the back of your calf. I caress your thigh with my right hand as I kiss the back of your knees. I have always wanted to touch your beautiful legs, and now I want to savor every inch.

I slide my right hand inside your shorts as I kiss down your thighs. Your wet lips part and my slightest touch. The tips of my fingers are wet now as I tease your petals. I kiss from leg to leg and you begin to lift your hips in reaction to my touch. My lips are kissing just outside your short while my fingers sofly slide along your moist slit.

You lift your hips so I can slide your shorts off your body. I return to your legs and you take off your shirt. I can see your chest heave, your pert nipples begging for my attention. In front of me your flower entices me. Finally I begin to gently kiss your mound. My hands reach up for your breasts. Your move your hips trying end my slow tease, but I still kiss just around your lips. You can feel me breathe on you. I watch you wet lips part as you rock your hips. Finally your moans and your sexy body are more than I can resist. I take one long slow lick up your delicious slit. Then another. You hiss in pleasure I put my mouth against your pussy, and slide my tongue inside of you. Rolling my velvet tongue around inside of you, my hands explore your curves. I begin to really focus my attention, passionately kissing you to give you pleasure. Teasing flicks followed by deep probing kisses.

I raise my eyes to watch you writhe, your body glistens and bursa otele gelen escort undulates arousing me further, pushing me to give you release. Gently my tongue flicks your clit. I kiss around your bud while my hand slides down to rub against your flowering lips. I can hear desperation in your breathing; I lower my mouth and wrap my lips on your clit, sucking it, slowly running my tongue along it. I do this again, enjoying your reaction. As I do it yet again, I gently slide my fingers in you, gently rubbing your g-spot. My tongue on your bud, fingers inside you working in unison. Your hips buck, your thighs squeeze, but I focus on the pleasure, on your sexy body and the sounds of passion. My fingers tease and rub your gspot as my tongue dances with your clit. Circles, slowly, then faster again. You are getting close; I slow one more time to tease you, a happy smirk on my face.

“Oh god!” you beg.

Then I move quickly, simple motions, harder and faster. You moan and my fingers and mouth go faster still till I feel you tense as you let out a long moan. I slow was the waves of orgasm hit you. Easing I become more gentle with my touches on your sensitive body. I kiss your thighs, your hips and my hands massage your relaxing muscles.

Caressing your wonderful body, I look in your eyes. You look satisfied, but I still need you.

“Maybe we should find I bed.” I suggest.

You laugh and stand up naked except for the shoes. You lead me away while I enjoy the view of your sexy ass, your curved back. We walk near a wall on the way to your room and I put both hands on your hips. I pull you against me again. My arousal in unmistakable.

“I don’t want to wait that long” I growl into your ear.

I push you towards the wall. You understand my need. You place your hands on the solid wall and arch your back. Offering yourself to me. Your tight ass opened by the spread of your legs. In a moment my clothes are off and you finally see my thick cock. It juts out lewdly from my body swollen and eager. You reach back to stroke it, but I brush you away. I have to be inside you. I have to feel your tunnel spasm around me.

I press the head of my shaft against your slick pussy and sigh as your lips stretch to envelop me. I slide it in with a few short strokes, my head never leaving nilüfer escort you. We are both ready now, and I slide my hard dick into you, gently grinding as my hips press against you. Our hips make circles as I pull your body back into me. I slide my hand up and squeeze your nipples

You moan and I keep grinding into you. My cock buried in you. I slide my left hand down and slide a finger across your clit. You jump slightly but I hold you tightly. You can’t move away. You don’t want to move away. I am buried in you and your push back against me. I begin to slowly rub your clit. Our hips thrust together. Back and forth in time with my finger. I keep my shaft deep in you as the attention to your clit really begins to drive you wild. I begin rubbing you faster and faster as your hips push back into me grinding our bodies together. Your excitement only encourages me, as I begin thrusting in and out of you. Each stroke hits your G spot the head of my cock filling you. My other hand runs up and down your naked back leaving light nail marks behind.

You legs begin to buckle which only drives me in further. I brace you and nuzzle your neck.

“I want to see the sexy curve you your back, your ass pushing into me, the way you brush your hair out of your eyes and back at me needing more. I want you like this” I whisper to you.

You press your hands against the cool hard wall. Using it for support and to meet my thrusts. Your back arches. You look back at me. We lock eyes as I begin thrusting faster. My free hand grips your hip leading you. You see the mix of desire and adoration in my eyes. I smile then grind hard into you. You gasp and break eye-contact dropping you head down to focus on the sensation of our bodies straining together.

My hips begin slapping against you. Your body and sexy moans driving me wild, just the way you wanted. I keep rubbing your clit as your breathing gets faster and we both drive to climax. I piston in and out of you. You take a deep breath and then push back onto me taking me even deeper. Greedly you are fucking me. You need to cum as badly as I do.

Looking at your amazing body, your reactions to my touch is pushing me over the edge. “Oh god, I’m so close.” I mutter. You have an urgency too. Breathing and moaning in unison; the unintelligible sounds of passion growing in intensity.

And then the dam breaks. You shudder and I explode inside of you. I grind my hips into your while you melt underneath me. I run my hands along your curves as we come down together. I fall forward pushing your body into the wall. Panting. You turn you head towards me. There face to face we kiss.

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This story is based on real events, but names as well as a few details have been changed . . .

Needless to say after another boring week at work, I was more than ready for my weekend to start. I’d been single for just over a month now, and hadn’t really gone out or done much of anything since Stacie (not her real name) decided to go back to her childish and uncontrolled drinking habits.

Now a little background about me, Tim. Not that I had much choice after my college graduation, but I had to take a job doing something I hated, and in a white trash town, where there isn’t much to do besides go to the bar if the weather isn’t perfect. I’d gotten a girlfriend with quite a bit of baggage, but that lasted only about 6 weeks before she went off the deep end. Now back to the present . . .

The bar I went to that Friday evening had by far the hottest girls in town. You just had to be careful because 1 out of 3 was married and that didn’t stop most of them from flirting with you. I ran into a buddy of mine there and chatted. For a while nothing much happened until I saw someone else I’d only met once.

Amy was 2 years older than me, and at 25, still had a killer body. When I finally remembered her name and where I saw her before, I said adios to Mark and walked over to her. It was nice to be remembered as “Stacie’s hot boyfriend, the guy who’s got his shit together.” I couldn’t stop admiring. She had on faded blue jeans, a pink shirt that showed off her 34C tits perfectly with a black overshirt/sweater on over it.

As the night went along, we chatted some more. Then things got juicy. I asked her “Do you remember what you said to Stacie that night?”. I had to remind her that “Stacie, I’m gonna kick your ass if you let him get away”. She laughed and then said to my ear “What I really meant was if she let you get away, I was going to take you home!!” She then put her hand on the side of my face, and kissed me. Not just a little kiss, a really hot one.

A little later, after her 2 girl friends approved of me, she decided to sit on my lap at the bar table. The flirting and kissing had been going on for a while, and she already mentioned “I’m taking escort bayan him home tonight”. Needless to say, right then I was sporting a hardon that I was surprised she hadn’t noticed, and there were no thoughts of Stacie anywhere in my head. Then unlike me, I got a little bold and when we went to get another round, I stood behind her and slid her hand down from my stomach to the growing hardon inside my jeans.

In the time we’d been talking, we’d originally planned just to go home together, and not have sex the first night, and wait for the 2nd time to do it. She knew sex would mean 1 night stand, and neither of us really wanted that. Then, when she felt my hardon, she kept it there, turned around immediately and said “Forget what I said before, we’re having sex tonight!!”

A few hours later when we finally got back to my apartment, things happened really fast. Before I even had a chance to put the movie in that she requested we “watch” while in bed, she was naked in all her glory under my blankets. She was amazing. She stood up in front of me when I saw her and immediately pulled my remaining clothing items off. Oh she was perfect. Blonde and tan. A firm round ass and nice full 34C set of tits on her. Her pussy was nice and full, but tight, and shaved which I love. Before I knew it, that gorgeous body was right up against me making out with her as she stroked my hard cock that was finally happy to be free.

As we moved to the bed, I slid down her body, squeezing softly her beautiful breasts, kissing them, and licking them, with a little soft bite that soon drove her wild. As I went down farther, she at first gasped “Oh, no, I don’t want you to lick me down . . . AAAHHHHH!” but it was too late. I had just licked up and down her clit, which was already glistening with her lovely juices. It didn’t take too long, as I darted my tongue in and out, stuck a finger inside to massage her g-spot and used my other hand to rub the top of her clit. It only took about 5 minutes before she came and she immediately sat up, kissed me and then said “I want you in me now!!!”

Before I knew it, I was being straddled by this woman who was on a mission to have many bursa merkez escort orgasms. As she took my cock, which she stopped, got a ruler and measured almost 8″ from base to tip and 6 inches circumference at the base, and slid it in to her pussy. It wasn’t the least bit difficult, even though she was really tight. Her first orgasm made her so wet she sank right down on it, only able to say “Oh My God!!! It . feels . . .so GOOD inside me!!!”

She picked up her rhythm and the next 15 minutes were a blur of her riding me, kissing me and plenty of moaning. She’d already cum once, when I felt that unmistakeable feeling brewing in my balls. I was about to explode, and right after she came, again, she got down and less than a minute after she licked my cock, I shot rope after rope onto her boobs, stomach and one shot landed on her cheek.

A couple of things I’ve learned about myself is that even after an orgasm, I can still stay pretty hard after only about 2 minutes after an orgasm. I also have good control of my PC muscle and can flex my cock and wave my hardon almost at will. She’d had 3 orgasms and when she saw I wasn’t done yet, she was definitely ready for more.

I figured I’d repay the favor and she gladly accepted by spreading her legs giving me a perfect view of the gorgeous tight pussy that I’d just fucked, and would be for a while.

“Oh God, Tim, please, do it again”

“Anything for you baby”

“Oh yes that’s it. You feel really good inside me. Your penis, its perfect. Smooth, hard, long and thick . . AAHHHH. OOOOHHHHHH, slam your balls against my pussy, long and hard strokes, I love it . . . EEEEEAAAAHHHH. I’m going to come again. .. AHH AHHH. “

“Mmmm yeah, that’s it baby. You love getting filled up. Come for me, I know you want to do it again. “

“YYYEEESSSS!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! You fuck me so good. . .Now let me turn over and lie flat, because I wanna feel that huge dick of yours slamming into me from behind and your balls against my ass!!!”

And that’s exactly what I did. I love that position, I can get a nice angle into her pussy. Her beautiful ass cheeks can squeeze my dick gürsu escort as I fuck her. And since she’s really wet and my balls are hanging really low, there’s that sound that is so unique of balls slapping against a gorgeous ass as she gets the best sex she’s had in years. And even better sex than I had 2 months earlier. . .

I held this hardon for a while, and was ready to cum again at just the right time. She said to me, after another powerful orgasm “I’m done, and you’re still going, you better hurry up there stud!”

“Can I fuck your tits?”

She didn’t answer. But within 2 seconds my cock was in between her gorgeous mounds as she gave me my last and most powerful orgasm of the night.

“Mmm I love you fucking my tits. Your cock feels so good there. Cum all over me, Tim. Give it to me, baby”

That did it, as the first of several shots landed under her chin, so hard that you could hear it land on her skin. A few seconds later, she milked the last few drops of my cum onto her boobs, and rubbed the cum into her skin.

As we were finally ready to go to sleep, I asked her “So how many orgasms did you have?”. “I lost count after like 6 or 7” she said. Then she fell asleep right next to me, and placed my softening cock right in between her ass cheeks to boot.

When she left the next morning things went innocently enough, but she said “I’ll be out again tonight, meet you there about 11?”

“Sure, after this night, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well I’m the one who got to go home with a totally hot guy, and got a bonus that you were amazing in bed” That made my day, or so I thought.

That night, I made it to the bar a little before 11. As I sat down at an empty chair, and about 40 feet away, across the dance floor I see Stacie, sitting with her old housemate, and another pal, who happened to be one of Amy’s friends. She saw me, while she happened to be talking to Amy, who was standing right next to her. I’m like “oh shit, this could be trouble”

I said “fuck it, I’m goin over there anyway” Needless to say, just as I got to the table, Amy came over, met me, and said nothing as we both turned and walked out for the night . . . and then went home, with the ex watching the whole thing. As we walked out, Amy said “I’m still sore, but after last night . . I want more. But I want to give you a nice strip tease and lap dance, since we should have a little more time tonight . . . “

Who am I to argue . . .

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*~*~*~*

He wasn’t sure when his feelings for Annalise had changed, but changed they had. His very anger at his best friend’s flirtatious manner with her proved it. Steve was just being Steve, Gray reminded himself.

He first saw Annalise in grade school. She had dropped her books and some older boys were teasing her. She was about the age of his sister, so Gray had stepped in and helped the little fourth grader and told the boys to get lost. That was the day their relationship began; the day he became her protector. He was an eighth-grade jock, playing baseball and basketball. It was her first day at this new and scary school. Her coppery-red, curly hair cascaded around her head to fall nearly to her shoulders. She was a skinny little thing—cute in a baby way—with a few freckles across her nose.

A few days later Gray’s parents introduced themselves to the new family on the block and Gray spotted Annie, that same little red-headed girl from school, peeking at him from behind her mother. After that, Gray and Annie saw a lot of one another, especially since she became his sister’s best friend. Living right next door, their parents became friends, too. There were cook-outs and pool parties, birthdays and church gatherings. And, of course, school functions. Their friendship had ups and downs over the years.

As he watched Steve flirt with Annie, a myriad of memories, fleeting yet poignant, invaded his thoughts. His safeguarding of Annie and his own little sister, Grace, who became Annie’s first same-age friend before they became best friends, of the two girls giggling, growing, and of their sweet innocence. Annie and Grace’s friendship continued even today, sixteen years later. He remembered when he entered high school and they were still grade-schoolers unworthy of his attention…unless it was to tease or protect. They entered high school when he was a senior and still a jock, star basketball player, co-captain of the team. His baseball team went to state playoffs that year

As a high school freshman, Annie had filled out since that first meeting, but still a skinny, gangly kid. Looking back, he remembered how she was about in the middle of her class along with Grace. Girls not yet shapely but not looking like fifth-graders anymore, either. He became their protector again. Everyone knew not to mess with his little sister or her best friend.

Then he went to college on an athletic scholarship, a big man on campus by his second year as a guard on the basketball team. His parents would come to his home games with Gracie and Annie. When he came home for semester break or for the holidays, he would see Annie with Gracie. They had grown to lovely teenagers. Unmarked, for the most part, in that dreaded acne stage, beginning to develop some tits and curvy little asses.

But he never paid much attention to his little nymph; he had better fish to fry. He and Steve, friends since kindergarten, often double-dated with girls closer to their own age. And both Gracie and Annie dated boys their age. That never bothered him…then. He smiled now as he remembered the lectures he gave them about who they could and couldn’t date and how they rolled their eyes.

He glanced over at Annalise again. No gangly teenager now. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her red hair had darkened to a deeper shade, but still curly. He remembered a time when his ‘carrot stick’, a nickname he once teasingly called her, and his sister tried to straighten Annie’s wayward curls…but they always came back within a few days. Finally, she quit trying and lived with the abundance of ringlets. That was okay by him because he liked those curls. He liked to pull them and see her glare at him.

An hour before, he had watched Grace and Annalise ‘help’ Santa hand out presents to the children. Two lovely elves dressed in red and green. He smiled when he saw Santa pull the elves on his lap and ask them what they wanted for Christmas. Grace had laughed, but Annie leaned in and whispered into Santa’s ear. Santa patted her hand and Gray heard him say he would see what he could do.

Steve was still standing with Annie and now moved his hand to her back. Gray could feel his temper spiking. Hell, he had better get himself under control. Grace was here and she had been urging him to ask Annie out. He always resisted. She was like another sister, he told Grace. She didn’t seem like a sister now. Grace would have a field day with his reaction to his friend putting moves on Annie.

Gray looked around to give himself a chance to get back in control of his hormones before he went over to beat the shit out of Steve. The place was decorated to the hilt. Little white lights were blinking in all the windows. Garland was strung on the mantel and up the stair railing with little lights and bright red apples, succulent oranges—hell, he’d better not think ‘suck’ anything—and gold balls with gold and green leaves. porno And the abundance of food tested the sturdiness of the buffet table. A wine fountain was flanked by Christmas punch and nuts and mints. Christmas music drifted in from the next room where the dancing had already started. The South Shore Country Club knew how to throw a party. Christmas was only two days away.

He saw his parents in deep discussion with friends that included Annie’s parents. Annie’s dad should go over and knock Steve’s head off. Damn, what was he thinking? Annie was 26 now and living in her own apartment near the interior design studio where she worked. Her parents would probably be glad to see her with a man. He even heard his mom and hers discussing Annie and Grace not long ago. “It’s time for those girls to settle down and marry,” they said.

“Hey, big brother, what are you doing over here by yourself? Lucy’s been asking around for you.” Gracie’s smile was mischievous.

Gray wondered what his little sister was up to now.

“I saw her. It’s over,” he said, “been over forever.”

“Maybe she doesn’t know it or doesn’t want it to be over. Maybe if you looked like you were hooking up with someone else, she’d get the message.”

“Maybe.”

“Come on,” Gracie said linking her arm with Gray’s. “Let’s go see what Annie and Steve are talking about.”

*~*~*~*

Grace held out her hand and Steve put a $5 bill in it, then leaned in. Grace was trapped when he placed his forearm on the wall next to her head. He leaned in so close that Grace could feel the heat radiating off his body.

“I didn’t believe you, minx, when you said Gray wanted Annalise. But when you bet me, I knew it was my chance to have something I’ve wanted for a long while, too.”

Grace was breathing hard. “What do you want, Steve? I said we’d bet $5.”

“And I said, win or lose, you would owe me. Remember, minx? I’m here to collect.”

Before she could respond, his mouth covered hers. When his tongue swept across the seam of her lips demanding, no polite request, but demanding to be let in, she opened her mouth without thinking. Before she knew what was happening, he maneuvered her farther into the shadows.

When he lifted his head, she was flushed and breathing hard. There was a confused look in her eyes. He chuckled.

“Let’s go.”

“Go? Go where?”

“To tell your mom and dad I’m taking you home. You’ve developed a slight stomach ache. You’re okay and don’t want to interrupt their evening. I’ve volunteered to take you home.”

“But I was going to stay with them tonight.”

“You’ve changed your mind…just in case it’s catching. Tell them you’ll be okay, but you just want to make sure…and that you’ll be over tomorrow.”

*~*~*~*

Gray barely got the door shut before he had Annalise backed against it. He kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, but firm and…possessive. It sent shivers of desire down her spine and suddenly she was damp. That’s all it took. He pulled back, satisfaction and triumph all over his smug face.

“I’ve waited years for this. I didn’t know you were the one I wanted, not consciously, not until tonight. When I saw Steve kissing you, I thought I’d have to kill him. He’s been my best friend for more than 20 years and I was ready to send him into the next life.”

Gray leaned down and kissed Annie, softly even sweetly, as he cupped her face, tenderly caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. His fingers threaded through her hair, strands curling around his wrists. She whimpered as he tilted her head just the way he wanted and began an assault against her soft neck. He could feel her pulse beating out of control. He nipped her shoulder, then soothed the tiny bite with his tongue when she whimpered again.

When he lifted his lips, her legs threatened to turn to noodles. She was sure she was going to be a puddle at his feet, but he slid his hands to her bottom and lifted her up and against him. There would be no doubt of his desire for her. He pushed her dress out of the way and lifted her leg around his hip, opening her. Now he could hold her against the door with his body, his hands free to roam. He knew he wouldn’t be able to play for long, but he was going to play for awhile. He lifted her a bit higher.

“Put your other leg around me. I won’t drop you, nymph. That’s what you looked like tonight, a nymph, a sexy flame-haired woodland nymph…and I want you.”

“Gray…?”

“Later, we’ll talk later.”

Her heart was beating so loud, she was sure he could hear it. But when he put his hand on the back of her thigh to help her lift her other leg, she could feel his erection pressing hard against her clit and all thought about beating hearts scattered. She moaned. When he started nipping little bites down her neck, she tilted her head. A little cry eased out as he licked where he had bitten. He covered her mouth again and the kiss was almost…urgent, causing a need in Annalise she had never felt before.

With his left arm against the door, his body pressed against her firmly. He could feel the hard points of her nipples pressing against her bra into his chest. He had to touch those breasts, taste them. His right hand moved down from her neck to her shoulder, then covered what would soon be in his mouth. He pinched. She cried out.

“Please…”

“I’ll please us both, nymph, but first we need to play a little. You’re not ready for me.”

“Gray, don’t tease—”

The sentence was left hanging when he pinched again, a little more pressure than before. She felt the tiny pain change to pleasure and shoot straight down to her core. No dampness now, she was wet.

He leaned his upper body back, slid his hands behind her back, and unzipped her emerald dress.

“Your dress is beautiful, Annie, it brings out the beautiful color of your eyes. You look just like a Christmas present all in green with your flame-colored hair, but it’s time for it to go. It’s time to unwrap the present.” His hands went to her shoulders and pulled the dress down, exposing her lacy bra. “You’re beautiful, Annie, and I really like sexy underwear, but this has to go, too. Later, if I let you get dressed again, you can model it for me.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her, hard and demanding. Then lifted her higher and covered her breast, sucking it into his mouth. He played with the nipple, pressing it against the roof of his mouth and then forcefully sucking until it was bright red and distended. He moved his hand up to pinch and pull as he turned his attention to the other breast. Soon both were hard, red, swollen points.

Her hands were in his hair, not sure whether to push him away or pull him closer. It didn’t matter, he wasn’t stopping. Suddenly he was a starving man and she was a banquet. With his mouth still on her, his hand left her breast and caressed her side, then traveled to her thigh…then farther.

He was pleased to feel her bare thigh against his wrist. She wasn’t wearing panty hose; she had on thigh high stockings that caressed her legs like his hand caressed her slit. He watched her as he tugged the crotch of her panties out of the way and felt the moisture. Her green eyes widened.

“You’re wet, red. Wet and hot and I want you.”

Annalise couldn’t say anything. She wanted him, too…wanted him badly. She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted Gray. In truth, she had never wanted anyone but Gray. Her hands were still in his hair. She pulled him down for another kiss.

He chuckled. “It seems you want me, too, Annie.” He stroked her slit and she couldn’t hold back the moan.

“You’re wet, wet for me. That’s good because I’m wanting you something fierce, but first I’m going to make you cum for me right here against the door. You need to be real quiet this first time. Anyone passing the apartment will be able to hear you. They’ll know we’re making love right against this door.” His finger started to pump slowly in and out of her. She was so tight, tighter than any girl he had ever had.

She pressed her head against the back the door as a little moan escaped. Her nails bit into his shoulders.

“That’s right, Annie, tighten your legs around me, but in this position, you can’t close them even if you wanted to. And I don’t think you want to, do you, sweetheart? No, you want what I’m giving you. I can feel your plump folds against my fingers. I can feel your nipples pressing against my chest. Soon I’ll have them in my mouth again.”

Annie arched her hips against Gray as another moan came out. His words were as intoxicating as his fingers. He added another finger and continued to nip at her mouth and jaw, little biting nips that sent quivers throughout her entire body.

“Please…”

“What do you want, Annie? More? Do you want more, Annie?” Gray kept his eyes on her face. He knew she was near. Her vaginal muscles quivered and pulled at his fingers. He rubbed his erection against her clit and pumped his fingers harder into her impossibly tight channel. His mouth came down on hers and his tongue mimicked his fingers. Soon his cock would replace his fingers.

“Gray, Gray, please, please…oh, oh.”

Annie’s whole body tightened and shudders ran the length of her. Her muscles around his fingers threatened to pull him entirely inside her. He could feel each and every quiver, every tremor. Suddenly she went limp.

“Beautiful, so beautiful,” he whispered. She started to slide down and he tightened his hold. “No, you don’t. I’m not done with you yet. There’s more inside you and I’m going to get all of it.”

He tightened his arms as he turned and walked to his bedroom. He got the apartment after he started with Kittering and Duncan Engineering Firm. His degree was in Structural Engineering. He had received offers for pro ball, but he loved building things more than basketball and was wise enough to know, while he was considered good in college, he would be just average or even less in the pros. Building was his first love, not basketball.

He had brought other women to this room, but never one more important than Annie, never one he wanted to keep. And he wanted to keep Annalise. It took him awhile to realize it, nearly decade to open his eyes and see the girl he loved like a sister was the woman he wanted for a wife.

Before he took her back to her apartment in the morning, she would know it, too. Annie had her arms limply around his neck and her head on his shoulder. He pulled the bedspread back and set her gently on the bed.

“Unhook your feet, nymph. Ah, that’s the way.”

Her dress was tangled around her waist and he took it off, taking her panties with it. Her shoes lay somewhere near the door. He smiled and ran his hand over her calf.

“I think we’ll leave these on for the moment,” he murmured, referring to her stockings. “So pretty,” he whispered. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he softly combed his fingers through her lower curls.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“I know and I want you, too, Annalise.”

She put her hand on Gray’s arm and he smiled down at her, then brought her hand to his lips. He kissed her palm, then her wrist before laying it back on her stomach.

He took off his clothes, got into bed and pulled her close.

*~*~*~*

“I’m not a virgin,” Grace blurted out.

Steve laughed, “I never expected you to be, minx. You’re 26. But from now on, you’ll only be with me.”

“I think Annie is,” she murmured.

“What? Are you sure?”

“No, I not sure, that’s why I said ‘I think’,” Grace said thoughtfully.

“What makes you say that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“You had a reason to say it. Why do you think Annie’s a virgin? She’s 26, too. You guys used to double-date and I’ve heard some of the lectures Gray gave you both. What makes you think Annie’s a virgin?”

Grace turned slightly pink. “Sometimes when we talk—”

“Girl talk?” Steve laughed. “Girls talk about guys and sex?”

“Yes, girl talk! And, yes, sometimes we talk about sex.”

“Go on.”

“Annie never says much and will never admit to doing anymore than just, you know, petting. Nothing more.”

“Gray has enough experience for both of them,” Steve laughed, then turned serious. “But I meant what I said, minx. No more experimentation for you unless it’s with me. Do you understand?”

“You have no rights to make any demands,” she hissed as she tried to wiggle out from under him. It was like trying to move a mountain. He was nearly as tall as Gray and certainly weighed as much, if not more. He was solid with capital S. His broad shoulders blocked most of the dim light in the room. His forearms trapped her, but his hands gently cupped her face.

They were still clothed, but he was lying on top between her legs. He pressed his lower body against her mound and chuckled. She was a feisty little minx, always had been. She was a little shorter than Annalise, maybe five six and more outgoing. She was the leader whenever they got into trouble. He remembered the time they were going to test Gray’s shaving cream. It took them two hours to clean the bathroom to Gray’s mom’s satisfaction…and half of Grace’s meager allowance to buy Gray another can. They were eleven then, he thought.

She had grown up quite a bit since then and he loved her curvy, lush body. The cleavage she showed tonight was fine when they were alone, but he would have to nip showing that much in public from now on. No other man was going to look at what was his. Her blond hair always turned him on; he really liked blonds. And he could fall right into her deep brown eyes, eyes that reminded him of her brother, his best friend. He’d never told Gray he had the hots for his sister. Of course, he didn’t realize it until this last year or so, then had to wait for her to ditch her latest boyfriend. Tonight was his chance to show her that she was his.

Her body gave a little shudder and she felt the heat in her pussy as it lubricated itself. Steve wasn’t milquetoast. Some guys she had dated asked if it was okay to kiss her and were so polite and slow, she’d want to scream…but not Steve. Steve took what he wanted…and tonight, it looked like it was she that he wanted…She wished that didn’t turn her on so much.

“It looks like I do, minx. You’re mine. I’ve known you forever…since you were in diapers. Gray’s baby sister, the pest. Then one day, you were still a pest, mind you, but I knew when the time was right, I’d have you right where you are now. Do you think I’d risk my friendship with Gray for a one-night stand? No way! But risk it for forever? You bet I would, but I don’t think the friendship is at risk if I want forever. And it’s going to be forever, Grace.”

Then he kissed her.

*~*~*~*

Gray’s hand slowly swept her length from shoulder to hip and back again. He was on his side and she was flat on her back next to him. He hadn’t turned on the lights of the bedroom; he’d do that later when she was more comfortable with her nudity. The light from the hall was enough to see her in all her glory. And a glorious sight it was. Her skin was alabaster, the creamy pale of a redhead.

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