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Taming Ruchi Ch. 01

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My name is Piyush. I am 35 years old. I am married to Ruchi, who has just turned 25. Yes, she is 10 years younger to me. This is the story of how we met and got married.

Many years ago, when I was in college, I started looking for tuitions to earn some pocket money. Ruchi’s family lived in our neighbourhood in West Delhi, but until a common friend introduced me to her brother Rahul, I had no idea about their existence.

Rahul was a couple of years younger to me and studied in the same college that I went to. When Rahul came to know that I was looking for tuitions, he asked me if I can help his sister with mathematics. His sister was sharp, but was unable to do well in mathematics despite working hard, he said. It seemed like a good idea because their home was close by and mathematics was my favourite subject.

Over the weekend, I went to Rahul’s home to meet his parents and sister. Now, Rahul had a very average personality, so I was taken aback to meet his beautiful mother Alka, who was around 40. She did not look her age at all and it was a pleasure to meet her.

She, sort of, interviewed me asking questions about my family and educational background and why I was interested in taking tuitions despite being from a well-to-do family.

Convinced with my answers, she called her daughter – Ruchi – and introduced me to her. Ruchi was as good looking as her mother, but a little taller. She came across as an intelligent and ambitious girl.

After a few minutes, Alka left to get some tea, leaving me along with Ruchi. I spoke to her, mostly about her studies, trying to understand which areas we should focus on first for quick results. We decided that I will come to teach for two days, on weekends.

I left their place after some time, with pleasant thoughts.

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I am 5.8 and around 65 kg. Pretty average looking, but in college i was pretty well-known for being a good student. I had a lot of female friends, but still remained a virgin, which is generally the norm in India.

However, I had a strong sex drive and often masturbated at home. I was also hooked to a lot of porn and was a frequent visitor to sex story sites. But six months ago, I got hooked to a different kind of addiction.

My sister bedava bahis Nikita (we call her Nikki) and I lived in separate rooms, but we shared a bathroom. Nikki was a couple of years younger to me. One day, I woke up late and went to the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet, thinking about a story I had read during the night, when I saw Nikki’s panties hanging in the bathroom.

I am not sure what happened to me, but I picked up Nikki’s panties and started sniffing it. I have no idea, why it happened, because I never had a thing for Nikki. Well, not up till that point.

Soon, I went to bed and started rubbing my dick on the cushion while sniffing Nikki’s panties. I came off within minutes.

For the next week or so, I felt very low and guilty. But, soon I got over it and whenever I got a chance, I used Nikki’s stuff to jerk off.

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The tuition classes helped me divert attention from Nikki. Over the next few weeks, I went to Ruchi’s place over the weekends. I went in the evenings and would stay there for a couple of hours. She was a bright student and quickly picked up what I taught.

Ruchi’s father was a businessman and often returned late from work, so we rarely met. But over these few weeks, Rahul and I became good friends. He started coming to my house too, and we saw movies and discussed cricket.

One Saturday, I went to Ruchi’s house an hour early. My parents wanted me to come with them later for some social gathering. Ruchi’s house had a small lawn in front and I crossed it and reached the front gate. I was going to ring the bell, when I noticed that the door was not locked. I pushed the door slightly and what I saw changed my life forever.

Ruchi was sitting on the sofa holding Rahul’s dick in her hand. Rahul’s shorts were at his knees and he was holding Ruchi’s breasts. Ruchi was completely naked from waist up. On the table, a porn flick played on Ruchi’s laptop.

When Ruchi saw me, she did not know what hit her. She covered her breasts quickly and ran out of the room. Rahul seemed to be frozen and in seconds his dick had retraced completely. He quickly pulled his shorts up and rushed out of the room, leaving me alone.

I did not know what to do casino siteleri – follow them to the room or sit back and wait or return. I decided on the third option. I shut down Ruchi’s laptop and started walking towards my home.

On the way back, I saw Alka, she waived and drove past me.

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I did not go to teach Ruchi the following Sunday. Neither did i turn up the next weekend. Every time I thought about her, I visualised her breasts and pink nipples. I didn’t know how to face her. I also did not want to embarrass her or Rahul for that matter. After all, I also had been cheating on my sister Nikki, though I had limited myself to sniffing my sister’s panties.

A fortnight after the incident, Rahul came to my house. We sat quietly for some time after which he asked me, why I had stopped coming to teach Ruchi. I told him that I did not want to embarrass the two of them.

Rahul nodded understanding my dilemma, but added that his mom Alka was getting agitated about this. He said his mom wanted to know why I left teaching Ruchi mid way. He pleaded with me to come and added that his mom might land up at my house if I did not show up.

I did not want Alka to come to my house, so I accompanied Rahul to their house. I found Alka sitting on the lawn, sipping tea with Ruchi. Alka smiled and asked me to join them. I looked at Ruchi, but surprisingly found defiance in her eyes. There was not a hint of embarrassment or remorse or guilt.

Alka asked me why I had discontinued teaching Ruchi abruptly. She added that her daughter had started doing well in mathematics. I came up with a lame excuse, telling Alka that I had to dedicate more time for my MBA preparation, which were coming up 2-3 months. At this point, Ruchi surprised me. She looked at me and said she had started enjoying studying with me and wanted me to continue.

I was not prepared for this and gave in quickly.

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Things continued to be normal for some time. I started taking weekend tuitions, but Ruchi acted as if nothing was amiss. For me, it was an extremely difficult period though. Every now and then, I would visualsise the images of Ruchi holding Rahul’s dick, her breasts and the bahis siteleri lust in her eyes. It started becoming difficult to concentrate with her sitting in front of me nonchalantly.

At home, the frequency of my masturbations rose. I would still sniff Nikki’s panties, but fantasied about Ruchi.

One day, Rahul came to my house. We were chatting just random stuff, but all of a sudden I got all worked up and asked him about the sex episode. He got agitated and stood up to leave, but I quickly caught his hand and pulled him back.

I told him everything that had happened to me after seeing the two together – my fantasising Ruchi and also about me sniffing my sister Nikki’s panties. I thought by sharing my secret with Rahul, he would emphathise with me and also understand that I would not be judgemental about him and Ruchi.

I was correct and thank god for this. Rahul opened up slightly. He said what happened the other day was Ruchi’s idea. They had been playing with each other for some time and that particular day Ruchi forgot to lock the door when her mom left earlier. Also, he reminded me that I had walked in early and without ringing the bell.

I apologised for barging in, but grew curious about Ruchi now.

Rahul said he still had fun with Ruchi, but the two only masturbated each other and were not into intercourse. He said Ruchi was very imaginative and often asked Rahul about me.

Hearing this, I had no control over my dick. I was in my pajamas and Rahul could clearly see the tent that my dick made.

He said he wanted to see my dick. I didn’t know what to say. I just said no. But he was in no mood to listen. He said since I had seen his dick, I also should show mine.

I just sat there on the chair, not knowing what to do, but Rahul came closer to me. He sat on his haunches and pulled my pajamas down. He took my dick in his hand and after some time pushed it inside his mouth.

I did not believe what was happening, but controlled myself. After some time, he got up and asked me if I still had Nikki’s panties with me. I said I had one hidden in my wardrobe. I got it for him.

By then Rahul had stripped. He climbed on the bed and asked me to join him. I reluctantly slept beside him, half naked. He took Nikki’s panties and sniffed the crotch. He then took my hand and signalled that I hold his dick. With his other hand, he held my dick.

We both started shaking each other, taking turns sniffing my sister’s panties. Soon, we started cumming, together.

End of Part 1.

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Take Your Daughter to Work Day

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I opened my eyes to a new day. Electric Light Orchestra’s “Mr. Blue Sky” played on my phone at full volume to wake me up. I didn’t want to get up. I only got four hours of sleep the night before because my boss hadn’t bothered showing up for the day so I had to stay late.

As soon as the guitar kicked in, my German Sheppard woke up too. Her deep barks now filled the room, ensuring that I would now get up-as if I had any other option to begin with.

I let the song continue to play on my phone. I stretched out my arms and got up out of bed, the sudden cold of the air now just hitting my almost-naked body.

I walked up to the window in my bedroom and opened the shades to view a dreary and glum morning. The song promised a sun shining in the sky, but the reality was only dark clouds and rain.

I made my coffee and let Sasha, my dog, out. I checked the clock on my phone. 45 minutes before I had to leave for work. I went through my morning routine, feeding Sasha, showering, and shaving.

After I was done shaving, I took five minutes to do my morning workout, which was just pushups and sit-ups. At age 39, my body was trying to get me to accept a dad bod, but I fiercely resisted, trying to maintain my good physical fitness.

When I finished, I checked the clock again. 15 minutes. I had been unusually fast today. I picked out the suit, shirt and tie I would wear today for work. My wardrobe was not big, so it didn’t take long.

I almost never had this much time in the morning, so I decided to give myself a treat. I grabbed my phone, pulled up some porn and started jerking off.

And of course, as soon as I begin, I get an alert on my phone. There’s been an accident downtown. Heavy traffic.

“Fuuuck!” I audibly screamed out, causing Sasha to come running into my room.

I headed out the door as quickly as I could and sped to work, trying to minimize the delay. It wasn’t successful. Even with all that time I had to spare earlier, I showed up thirty minutes late to work.

The elevator doors opened to my company’s floor. I immediately moved my sight to my boss’ office. Her lights were off, so she wasn’t in yet. It was uncharacteristic of her, but I wasn’t complaining. The crisis was averted.

I walked up to our receptionist, a 32-year old obese woman named Martha who was an absolute sweetheart. Sitting behind her was a young girl.

“Hey, Martha, might I ask who this little one is?” I asked, having never seen a kid around the office before.

“This is my daughter, Belinda. It’s bring your daughter to work day,” she responded.

“Oh,” I said, surprised. “I didn’t even know we had one of those.”

“Just instituted this year,” Martha replied.

I walked away and took a quick peek into some of the cubicles. Sure enough, there were more young girls throughout.

“This is going to be hell,” I thought to myself, imagining the amount of noise that such a crowd could generate.

“Well, well, well, glad you finally decided to join us, Greg,” a voice behind me shouted out. I immediately recognized it as belonging to my boss, Erin.

Erin was a total bitch of a boss. She never did much work and always yelled at anybody for any small mistake. Instead of taking the blame of things, she threw her employees under the bus. I absolutely hated her from the moment she was transferred 2 years ago to the branch I worked at.

To make matters worse, Erin was also really hot. She was 46, but age never caught up to her. No wrinkles adorned her face, and she still looked like the absolute bombshell she once was. She could have easily passed for someone in their late 20s. Her chin-length blonde hair was always styled immaculately, and she wore short skirts to show off her nice legs.

Standing behind Erin was somebody that I hadn’t met before. It was a woman, or girl rather, who looked about 18. I assumed it was Erin’s daughter, because their faces were very similar. She had long, wavy blonde hair, and was even prettier than Erin. Her entire body was perfectly tanned, giving her an alluring appearance. She could have easily been a supermodel.

“Do you have nothing to say for yourself?” Erin asked me, snapping me back to reality.

“There was an accident along the highway that-” I started.

“It was a rhetorical question. My office-now!” Erin interrupted.

She briskly walked past me and to her office. Her daughter followed close behind.

I joined the two women in Erin’s office, shutting the door behind me.

“Tiffany, sit on the couch,” Erin snapped to her daughter. Tiffany obeyed, lying down and disinterestedly getting on her phone.

“Listen, Erin,” I began. “I’m sorry that I was a little late today. There was a big accident on the highway so traffic was stopped-“

“I do not want to hear your excuses!” Erin cut me off. “This marks two times in the last week that you have been late.”

“The other one was because I had to take my dog to the vet! You can’t blame me for that!” I insisted.

“I already told you that I want no canlı bahis excuses, Greg! Your work is going downhill, and you are not doing yourself any favors by being late. Get your act together and get back to work!”

I opened my mouth to protest again. Our company had nearly doubled in size recently and I was now doing the job of two people. Of course the quality of my work is going to slip.

“Is that clear?” Erin asked before I could speak.

I sighed, knowing that it was futile to argue.

“Yes, Erin.”

“Good. This will not happen again. Now get to work and get out of my sight!”

I immediately left Erin’s office and slunk back to my cubicle.

I stared deeply at the blue computer screen on my desk. I was sick and tired of getting yelled at. I was a defeated man. I slumped in my chair, allowing my head to rest on the desk. I slowly found myself slipping off to sleep…

I awoke sharply when my phone rang. I groggily wiped my eyes, still feeling the effects of working late the night before, something else Erin had done to torture me.

I briefly checked the time on my computer, realizing I had only napped for seven minutes. I checked the caller ID on the phone, and saw it was Erin. I begrudgingly picked up.

“What’s up, Erin?” I asked in a very annoyed manner.

“Listen, Greg. I feel like I was rude to you and unnecessarily abrasive. Please come to my office again and we’ll talk about it.”

I sighed, fully expecting a half-assed, likely somehow insulting apology.

“Be there in a minute,” I replied, and hung up the receiver.

I got up from my desk and started slowly making my way to Erin’s large office.

“Wow, Greg, you’re really looking ripped. Been hitting the gym lately?” Alan, a friend and coworker, asked as I made my way.

I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, so I checked in a nearby mirror. Sure enough, my pecs and shoulders looked bigger than when I had looked early in the morning. I shrugged it off as the mirror playing tricks on me.

I walked up to Erin’s office. Her blinds were shut, which struck me as odd, but I opened the door and walked in, quickly shutting it again behind me. When I looked up, I almost shit myself from the surprise.

Leaning back in her chair was Erin, with both of her legs up on the desk and spread apart. Her short skirt was pulled up to her belly-button. One hand was holding onto the back of her chair, and the other was inside of her panties.

Erin’s hand was moving around frantically as she masturbated. Tiffany, her daughter, was sitting, facing away from me, on the edge of the large desk, watching Erin play with herself. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“Now, Greg,” Erin said through labored breaths. “You’ve worked here for 15 years now without a promotion. You do a lot of hard work without much reward, so you don’t deserve to get yelled at like I just did to you. And for that, I sincerely apologize.”

I nodded my head slowly, still dumbstruck.

Erin gasped as her fingers found a particularly sensitive spot.

“As a result, I would like to offer you a little bit of a reward. You saw my daughter Tiffany earlier-” Erin gestured with a hand to her daughter, sitting right next to her, “Well, Tiffany just turned 18 yesterday, and my sweet baby is still a virgin. No more than a finger has been in her. So I’m giving you my daughter’s virginity, as a token of gratitude for the work that you put in for this company.”

I was legitimately in shock. I honestly couldn’t believe what was going on in front of my very eyes. The fact that Erin was being appreciative and grateful would ordinarily have led me to a state of disbelief, but this was beyond the realm of reality.

“Uh…” I let out, unable to fully form words.

Erin snapped her fingers. Tiffany got off the desk and turned around to face me as her mother rose from her chair. Standing next to each other, they looked extremely similar in appearance, with Tiffany just a little more youthful and fresh-looking. Erin was also two inches taller, about 5’5″.

Erin removed her suit jacket and began unbuttoning her shirt. As she made her way further down, I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Finally, Erin finished and slipped out of her shirt, leaving her topless.

I took a long stare at Erin’s breasts. They were pretty small, probably a B cup, but were still incredibly perky and full for someone of her age. Her nipples poked out from small, dark pink areolas.

Tiffany pulled her loose shirt over her head, and I immediately noticed another difference between the two.

Tiffany had absolutely fantastic breasts, by far the prettiest pair I’d ever seen. They were very big, at least a DD, firm, and perfectly shaped. Her pencil-eraser nipples were already hard, and protruded from her quarter-sized, pink areolas. She didn’t have any tan lines, telling me she must have sun-bathed naked. Tiffany’s breasts stood out even more due to her small 5’3″, 115-pound frame.

My dick was almost kaçak iddaa breaking through my pants just staring at the two women in front of me.

The two women walked around the large desk in the middle of the room and up to me. Erin pushed lightly on my chest, causing me to fall back into a chair behind me. Simultaneously, both women dropped to their knees on the floor in front of me.

Each reached a hand out and they started unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I pulled my shirt and blazer over my head and flung them across the room leaving me naked as they pulled my pants and underwear down.

As they did, my erection popped out of its tight constraints, basking in its new-found freedom.

Tiffany gasped when she saw it.

“Mom, that’s way bigger than I expected,” she said, still slightly in awe.

I looked down at my own member and was a little surprised myself. It looked a little bigger than the eight inches it normally was.

“Yes, Greg is very naturally gifted,” Erin replied. “Now why don’t you help relieve him?”

Tiffany eagerly nodded her head and looked straight back at me. Erin grabbed the base of my cock with a hand, holding it still for her daughter. Tiffany leaned forward, opened her mouth, and locked her lips around the head of my cock. Her mouth felt so soft and warm that I almost came right there.

“That’s good, baby. Now keep going down,” Erin instructed.

Tiffany slowly pushed her head down, allowing my cock to move further back into her mouth.

“No teeth, remember,” Erin said.

Tiffany nodded her head and opened her jaw more. She continued to take more of my cock until she had about half down.

“Very good,” Erin encouraged. “Now slide back and forth.”

Tiffany obeyed, bobbing her head up and down my cock. She slowly increased her pace as she got more comfortable with the experience. Erin placed her hand on the back of her daughter’s head.

“You’re doing great, Tiff. Isn’t she Greg?” Erin asked.

“Uh-huh,” I grunted out, trying to concentrate on Tiffany’s mouth.

“Use your tongue to lick his cock while you’re doing that,” Erin instructed her further.

Tiffany did just that, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft as her head bobbed back and forth. My dick was throbbing, and I was extremely close to bursting.

“Keep doing just that, Tiff. Greg’s loving it. Now see if you can take all of him in your mouth,” Erin said.

“Okay,” Tiffany said, or at least as well as she could through the cock in her mouth.

With her mom’s hand on the back of her head assisting her, Tiffany slid her mouth further and further down my cock. I could feel my dick being enveloped by her mouth. The head of my cock met the back of her throat, as Tiffany gagged.

Erin pushed her hand down harder. “Keep going, sweetie, you’re almost there.”

Tiffany did continue, pushing forward the final one or two inches until her small nose pressed against my abdomen. My cock was pressing against hard against the back of her throat, and saliva spilled out the sides of Tiffany’s mouth as she choked on my dick.

Erin relaxed her grip on Tiffany. Her young daughter quickly pulled her mouth all the way off my dick. Tiffany gasped and took a moment to regain her breath. Long strands of saliva hung from her lips and connected at the end of my dick, like a spider’s web.

“Great job, Tiff!” Erin excitedly said. “Now keep on sucking him.”

As she said that, Erin crawled forward and positioned herself to the side of her daughter. The MILF leaned forward and licked my balls. Tiffany recovered and took my dick in her mouth again, working over my head with her tongue.

Erin quickly enveloped my entire ballsack in her mouth, sucking and licking on them. My head was all the way back, my eyes closed, as mother and daughter worked in tandem to blow me.

Within a minute, I was on the cusp of a climax. Erin recognized it, too.

She pulled her mouth away from my balls and spoke to her daughter. “Tiff, Greg’s about to cum. Stay on his cock no matter what, alright? And when he’s done, swallow all of his load up.”

Tiffany nodded her head in understanding. Her tongue continued to dart over the head of my cock, her lips creating a perfect seal. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I let myself melt in her warm mouth.

The first rope hit Tiffany in the back of her throat, causing her to gag and choke. She tried to pull off my cock, but Erin held her head steadily in place. I unloaded a few more spurts onto Tiffany’s tongue, as she continued licking my cock.

I finished cumming, and Tiffany pulled her mouth of off my cock. A few small drops of cum dribbled out the side of her mouth and down her neck, but Tiffany swallowed the rest of my load eagerly.

“Fuck, you’re a natural, Tiffany. Your daughter’s an amazing cocksucker, Erin.”

“She takes after her mom,” my boss said back.

As if to prove her statement, Erin grabbed my slightly-flaccid cock and slipped it between her kaçak bahis lips. She almost effortlessly took my entire length down her throat and slid her mouth and tongue up and down my cock. I was hard again almost immediately.

“We’ll have to explore that idea more at a later time,” Erin said, her mouth creating a slight “pop” as it slid off my cock. “But for now, we have other matters to attend to.”

Erin stood up, as did Tiffany. Erin leaned in and kissed her daughter squarely on the lips. Tiffany seemed a little surprised at first, but kissed her mother back just as voraciously. The two women parted their lips, allowing their tongues to explore the other’s mouth. They kissed for a minute, before Erin pulled away.

“Greg, your cum tastes excellent by the way,” she complimented me.

I nodded my head, unsure how to take the compliment.

“Now let’s pop this cherry,” Erin said. She laced her fingers through the waistband of her daughter’s jeans, and pulled them to the floor, taking Tiffany’s shoes off at the same time.

Tiffany was going commando, so I got a good look at her beautiful pussy. It was completely shaved, and I admired her swollen labia and protruding clit. Her fatty lips were adorned with plenty of shimmering pussy juice. As if Tiffany weren’t perfect enough, she also had one of the best pussies I’d ever seen.

Erin quickly slipped out of her own skirt and panties, leaving everyone in the room naked. Tiffany moved to the desk, and Erin pushed on her back so Tiffany was bent over at the hips. Erin pushed her daughter’s legs open, her hairless pussy now on full display.

Erin stood next to her daughter and grabbed her hand. “Greg’s going to fuck you now. It will probably hurt at first, but you’ll get used to it. With his cock, it’ll feel really good, okay, sweetie?”

“Alright, mom,” Tiffany replied, somewhat nervously.

I stood up out of my chair and walked behind Tiffany. I ran a finger over her slit, feeling how wet she was. I certainly wouldn’t need any extra lube.

I grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down Tiffany’s lips. She let out a small moan.

“Be gentle at first,” Erin told me. I nodded my head in affirmation.

I positioned my cock just in front of Tiffany’s pretty flower. I slowly moved my hips forward, guiding my cock into Tiffany’s pussy.

Tiffany let out a small squeal just as I put the head in.

“Oh, Christ, that’s too big, Mom. It won’t fit!”

Erin squeezed her daughter’s hand tightly. “Yes, it will, sweetie, don’t worry. Keep going Greg.”

I grabbed Tiffany’s hips for extra support and continued pressing forward, slipping my dick further and further into Tiffany’s extremely tight pussy. I was met with a lot of resistance, but continued pushing.

Tiffany was letting out loud groans and breathing very heavily. But Erin encouraged me to continue, and so I did. Finally, I felt Tiffany’s round ass meet my abdomen as her pussy swallowed up my entire cock. I stood still, letting Tiffany adjust.

Erin let out a small holler. “Great job, honey, you did it! You’re no longer a virgin! My first cock wasn’t anywhere near as large as that! How do you feel?”

“Bloated and sore,” Tiffany curtly replied.

“The pain will subside once Greg starts fucking you. You’re going to love it.”

I took this as my sign. I pulled my cock out about halfway, before slowly thrusting back in to the hilt again. Tiffany let out a low moan, a combination of pleasure and pain.

I pulled out again, going a little farther this time, before pushing in. Tiffany’s pussy seemed to be reacting and stretching as I did so, making each thrust easier than the last.

My pace increased as I started fucking Tiffany. She was now moaning heavily and murmuring obscenities. The pain must have completely gone away.

Tiffany began reacting to my thrusts, pushing her hips back to meet me, letting my dick go even deeper into her pussy. My balls started slapping against her clit, increasing the pitch of her moans.

Erin reached under Tiffany and started rubbing her breasts with one hand, the other still caressing her daughter’s hand.

“Do you feel like you’re about to cum, baby?” Erin asked.

Tiffany nodded, unable to produce the words.

“Good. Just let it flow through you. Embrace it. I told you it would feel excellent.”

I continued fucking Tiffany hard, and when I reached down with a hand and started rubbing her clit, she reached her climax.

Tiffany screamed out and squeezed Erin’s hand extremely tightly. Her pussy twitched around my dick, and I could feel her juices flowing. I continued fucking Tiffany right through her orgasm, about to reach one myself.

As Tiffany’s tight pussy squeezed around my dick, I thrust forward as far as I could, and released. I shot out a huge load of cum, and felt it filling up her pussy.

Tiffany’s body continued to shiver a little as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax.

“God, I’m so fucking wet. I want you to eat my pussy, Tiff,” Erin told her daughter. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk you through it.”

Tiffany nodded her head. I kept my cock still buried in her pussy, feeling the juices mix around it. A few drops of my cum started to leak from Tiffany’s pussy, clinging to her pussy lips and my balls.

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Little Miss Naughty Presents Ch. 02

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It’s three days later. Your phone had rang at 7.30am in the morning – typical, when you had a late call! – and you were recalled to London to deal with a financing emergency. Pete was still asleep when you left, so you left him a note explaining where you’d got to.

Since then, not a word has passed between you, you know shooting had got a little behind, as your assistant is keeping you filled in on the details, but Pete hasn’t been in touch. The crew are due back later today, and Peter has scheduled a production meeting late on this afternoon to discuss progress. You’re wondering, idly, if what happened a couple of days ago is just a dream.

The thought of seeing him again at the production meeting fills you with excitement, and you decide to take a bit more care with what you’re wearing for once. You have a meeting in the city this morning to finalise a distribution deal, so you can’t go over the top, but you decide to wear stockings and heels for once. And the suit with the skirt that’s just slightly too short, the one you always feel pretty daring in. Your best lace underwear gets dug out: “I’ll show him ‘Little Miss Naughty!’ ” you think, as you smooth the expensive wisps of lace against your skin. You shiver, remembering what had happened last time you saw him.

Finishing off your outfit with a silk blouse, the one that never quite buttons up to the top, and a quick spray of perfume, you’re feeling ready to face the day, whatever happens. Realising you’re slightly overdressed for a day at the office, and knowing your assistant is going to notice and wonder why, you decide you don’t give a damn. But, damn Pete for not getting in touch and letting you know what’s going on, damn him!

Your morning meeting went well. You can’t be too sure, but you’re almost convinced things went a little smoother because of what you’re wearing. You rush back to the production company. Pete’s back! As you’re dashing back to your office to fix your make up, you bump into him, literally, in the corridor. He reaches out an arm to steady you, and grins. You simultaneously freeze and melt. You’re incapable of doing anything but grinning inanely yourself. Pete mumbles something about seeing you later, gives you that look, then saunters off in the other direction. Unable to help yourself, you turn and watch his backside as he wanders down the corridor. He looks so fine in those tight jeans he’s been wearing lately.

You step into your office, put your head in your hands and groan slightly at your ineptitude. A giggle from the corner reminds you that your assistant, Anita, is still at work. Flustered, you send her out to make coffee, and attempt to pull yourself together. You repair your lipstick, and let your hair down. You brush it savagely and then repin it back into it’s habitual twist. You drink your coffee and watch the office clock count down the minutes till the production meeting.

Finally, you’re in the meeting. It’s as boring as always, you already know all the details of what is being discussed, so you’re letting your mind wander. Eventually, it becomes clear that you’re being addressed on some point or other, so you blurt out the first thing that springs to mind, and you’re left in peace again, to doodle in the margins of your illegal bahis notebook. The meeting finally seems to be drawing to an end after what seems like only three whole days of debate. You start to gather up your things, when a hand is placed softly on your wrist. “Have you got a minute? Only, I need to talk to you about the German distribution deal. Privately” Pete says.

Your heart starts to pound painfully loudly in your chest, but you lean back in your chair and smile politely. Pete returns to his place, leans back in his chair and puts his feet up on the edge of the table. Suddenly you realise for sure that the distribution deal might not be the only thing on the agenda after all …

“You’re looking a bit different, kid, what’s the occasion?” Pete smirks. You mumble something “looking professional – for once – for the German financiers”, but Pete isn’t really listening. “Let your hair down” he says. You steal a quick glance around the room, but all the blinds are closed so no one can see in. You undo the pin holding your hair up, and let it tumble down around your shoulders. You give your head a small shake, and smile over at Pete. He takes a deep breath, and swings his legs down from the table.

“Get over here.” Slowly, you get up out of your chair and walk over to where Pete is sitting in his chair. You’re enjoying the feeling of your silk covered thighs sliding against each other, you let your hips wiggle slightly. You’re about a foot away from where Pete is sprawled in his chair when you stop dead, and just look at into his eyes. The atmosphere in the board room is electric. Peter leans forwards and puts his hands on your hips, he looks up at you, and you lick your lips, suggestively. He slides his hands up over the smooth covering of your blouse and cups your breasts. Your nipples are harder than they have ever been, and the feeling of his hands on them makes you shiver. Hard.

Rolling your right nipple delicately between his finger and thumb, he runs his left hand down, down along your hips, further down along your thigh, to the edge of your skirt. Lightly, he runs his fingers under the hem, and trails them upwards towards the edge of your stocking tops. You hear him gasp slightly when he realises what you’re wearing. You giggle slightly, as you can see exactly the effect you’re having on him.

Without warning, Pete grips your hips and moves you backwards, right onto the edge of the table, so you’re half sitting, half reclining on the smoothly polished wood. You put your hands down, and grip the rim, so that you can support yourself. Pete swivels his chair around so his legs are between your knees, then he reaches up and pulls open your shirt. He stares at your breasts, watching them bounce gently up and down with every breath that you take. He fondles them gently, then more roughly, and you’re loving the way the lace is working with his hands making your nipples feel like they’re on fire. Firmly, he eases the lace down, so your nipples are exposed, and the cool air on them feels like heaven. Pete leans over and licks one, then the other, and then blows on them. You shiver. Pete gets up off his chair slightly, and starts sucking on your left nipple, and reaches down with both hands casino siteleri to slide your skirt up around your waist.

He pushes you slightly further back on the table, and down, so you’re resting your weight on your elbows. With one hand, he’s gently tracing the lacy pattern on the edge of your knickers, feeling how wet you are, how excited. With the other, he’s reaching his hand into your hair, and pulling your head forward slightly so you can kiss him. You do, and you’d forgotten how wonderful his lips feel against yours, you feel like you could do this forever.

Suddenly however, the combination of the silk of your blouse and the highly polished surface of the table conspire against you, and you lose your balance slightly. Giggling a bit, Pete asks if you’re okay. You reply that you’re fine, thank you, and struggle a little to an upright position. Pete is back in his chair, and you now have your feet on there too, either side of his hips. He starts to rise again, when you place one stiletto’d foot on the middle of his chest and tell him to stay right there …

Keeping your eyes locked on his, you take your foot off his chest, and place it on the floor, then you put your other foot on the floor too, and wiggle your way back to the edge of the table. Still, you have your shirt open, and your skirt is rucked up around your hips. You make no effort to cover yourself back up.

“Not this time, buster” you mutter, and lean forward to kiss Pete on the lips once more. You curl your fingers into his hair, crushing his lips closer to yours, and with your other hand, you start to unbutton that black shirt he wears so often, the one that makes his eyes look bluer than any ocean, and you run your fingers through the silky hair on his chest. You reach his nipple, and give it a cheeky pinch. Pete moans softly, against your lips. Undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt, you stop kissing him, and look down. God, that man is so fine!

Easing yourself totally off the table, you stand in front of Peter. He snakes his hands up, and around, and pinches your arse. You quiver slightly, gaining momentum, Pete slaps you, gently, on both cheeks. “Watch it mister, I’m running the show this time” you murmur, and you move his hands off your behind. You slide down, so that you’re on your knees in front of him. Reaching up, you pull his head closer to yours, and kiss him once, lightly, on the lips. You then trail a row of little kisses along the smile lines around his mouth, and work your way down his neck with your tongue. Pete smells of soap, and hot excitement. Pushing him back a little in the chair, you begin to kiss his chest.

With your hands, you’re undoing his belt buckle, and unzipping his jeans. Pete lifts up slightly, so you can ease them down a little. Somewhat to your disappointment, he’s wearing white cotton boxers instead of the red PVC thong you fantasise about so often, but you pull those down a little too.

Finally, you have his erection in your hands. It’s big. Bigger than you expected. Touching it, you realise you’ve been desperate to get your hands on this for some time. Last time Pete and you were together, you felt guilty because you didn’t do anything for him. This time, you’re determined poker siteleri to put that right.

Licking your lips slightly, you kiss the tip of his penis. You hear Pete take a sharp breath, so you smile a little and part your lips. You stick out your tongue and run it around the ridge where the head mets the shaft. Then making a little dart shape with the tip, you make tiny little cat-like laps at the frenulum. Sticking your tongue out further, you run your tongue stud back and forth across this tiny, infinitely sensitive piece of skin. Pete pulls at your hair convulsively and gasps, “Holy fuck! How did I not notice you had one of those?” You then lick from the tip to the base and back again. You do it again, only this time, you go as far as his balls, and suck on each in turn, very gently. Working your way back up his penis, you reach down, fondle his balls with your hand, and then take as much of his penis as you can into your mouth.

Pete still has his hands in your hair, you can hear him begin to pant, and feel his clutch tightening on your scalp. You’re thinking of nothing but how much pleasure you’re giving him, right here and right now. Nothing would give you more pleasure than his coming in your mouth, but it seems Pete has a different idea …

You can feel a slight tugging on the hair on the back of your head, and Pete is mumbling “no, stop” under his breath. Reluctantly, you do so, and look up to see what the matter is. You have to push your hair out of your face to do so, and, for the first time, you’re aware of just how dishevelled you must be. Pete puts one hand on either side of your face, and tells you you’ve never looked more beautiful. He takes your hands, and makes you get up off your knees. Once again, you’re standing in front of him, partially naked. Pete stands up, and steps out of his jeans and boxers. He starts to kiss you again, and is pushing you back toward the table.

He hoists you up a little, so your hips are on a level with his, and, with one hand, he whips off the tiny scrap of lace you’ve been wearing as knickers, and throws it behind him. You’ve distinctly heard a rip, so you wince slightly, Pete mumbles “well don’t wear any next time, then” against your lips, you laugh slightly, and Peter places his tongue inside your mouth. There is a subtle bit of manoeuvring and suddenly you’re aware that he’s inside you. Once again, you have to grip the edges of the table to keep your balance, as you’re both moving your hips, swaying to that perfect rhythm you’ve been yearning for since you opened your eyes this morning.

He fills you so completely, you’re aware of just what a perfect fit you are together, you’re exactly the right height for this to be working. You lean back slightly, and start to move your hips in a series of tiny little circles, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone. It feels so good, so perfect, so right now. You realise that it’s not going to take long for either of you, so you move your hips a little faster, and find yourself groaning as you kiss him so deeply. It would be impossible for you two to be any closer together than you are right now.

Pete groans, you groan, the edge of the table bites into the back of your legs, and it’s very close now, you start to hold your breath as you move faster and faster, and yes, yes, yes! It’s just perfect, you both come at the same time, panting like you’re running a marathon, and feeling like it could go on forever. Pete clasps you very close to him, and murmurs into your hair “Are you free for dinner?”

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As I was leaving the house my mother handed me what she said was an egg vibrator and asked me to return it to her sister when I picked up my cousin, Tom, for swim practice that afternoon. I hadn’t seen one before but it didn’t take much imagination to know what it was used for.

When I drove up to his house and Tom came out I handed him the vibrator and what looked like a car key fob when he got in the car. I told him mom was returning it and asked him to give it to his mom.

Tom said Aunt Suzie would be glad to get it back. As he was getting out of the car to take it in the house he asked me if I had tried it. When I told him no he said I should, that I might like it.

I thought I’d give it a go. Pulling my shorts down I reached down between my legs to insert the egg in my vagina. My Speedo pulled up so tight against my pussy I could hardly get my fingers in let alone the egg.

I ran in the house to take my swim suit off. Saying hi to my Aunt Suzie as I ran past I headed to the bathroom. Dropping my shorts I pulled the Speedo off my shoulders and tugged the suit down to my knees.

Giving the egg a couple licks to help it slide I reached down and pushed it in my pussy. It seemed to fit just right, but I couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. It felt okay but nothing special. I pulled my Speedo back up over my shoulders and retrieved my shorts from the floor. I went back out to the car saying bye to Aunt Suzie.

When I told Tom I had stuck it in my pussy he took the key fob, which turned out to be the remote control illegal bahis for the egg, and pushed one of the buttons. There was a low vibration in my pussy. It surprised me at first but I could get used to this thing.

I decided to keep the egg in my pussy during swim practice. It would help keep my mind off the monotony of swimming laps. Besides, it felt good.

We were doing a 2500 yard warm up (that’s 100 lengths) when all of a sudden the vibration in my pussy went into overdrive. I had to stop in mid pool to catch my breath. When I saw Tom jumping in the pool I figured he must have gotten out of the pool to pee and used the remote to turn up the vibrator.

My pussy was vibrating so much it was probably creating tsunamis in the pool. I was rapidly approaching orgasm while treading water in the middle of the pool. There wasn’t much I could do so I just went with it. As the orgasm washed over me I started to swim again wondering how many more orgasms I would have as I swam.

When we finished the 2500 yard warm up I leaned over the lane rope and told Tom that if he didn’t turn off the vibrator right away he would never see my pussy again. In a few moments the buzzing in my pussy stopped.

After practice when I dropped Tom off at his house I told him I was going to keep the egg vibrator for a while and made him give me the remote control. As I drove away I turned the vibrator back on low.

When I got home I told my mom about what Tom had done to me at swim practice. And that I had turned casino siteleri it back on low after dropping him at his house. She reached down between my legs and grabbed my pussy to see if she could feel the vibrations. I turned the intensity up until she could.

With my mother grabbing my pussy and the vibrations in my vagina I really needed to cum. Taking her hand off my pussy she helped me drop my shorts. She easily found my clitoris. My Speedo was pulled up real tight on my pussy showing off my camel toe with my clit poking out at top.

I had to back up and lean against the wall to stop from collapsing as my mother leaned down and licked my clit through my swim suit. She was able to slide her fingers in my Speedo, push them into my pussy and pump them in and out.

I turned the vibrator up to full speed and slid down to the floor with my legs spread wide. Mom took her fingers out of my pussy and used them on my clitoris, rubbing vigorously. My orgasm spread over me like a big wave as I started cumming.

Mom helped me pull my suit over my shoulders and down to my knees. I was reaching down to remove the vibrating egg when my mother pushed her fingers up my pussy and pulled the egg out for me. She said we would return it to her sister on Saturday when we went over there for hamburgers and a swim.

On Saturday when mom and I went over to Aunt Suzie’s I wore my two-piece Speedo. It wasn’t for serious swimming, but for all intents and purposes it was a Speedo. It stretched snuggly across my breasts poker siteleri making my nipples stick out. And the bottom was cut the same as the one-piece suits. The legs were high cut on the hips. The back was jammed up my ass like a giant wedgie and the front pulled up tightly in my crotch showing off my camel toe.

Tom was wearing his Speedo. His dick looked good outlined by the nylon. I was thinking that for casual swimming he really needed to upgrade his suit. He told me that his mother liked him wearing his Speedo. I told him that as good as his cock looked in his Speedo it would look 1000 times better in a men’s Greek bikini suit. And Aunt Suzie would like it too. For that matter I could do with a sexier suit too. I decided then and there I would order new suits for him and me the next time I was on the computer.

Tom and I were sitting on the side of the pool when I told him I wanted to return the vibrator egg. I said he could retrieve it whenever he wanted and spread my legs.

Tom pushed his hand in the top of my suit bottom and went searching for the egg. I think he might have gotten lost on purpose. He searched for a long time around my clitoris which was ok with me. Eventually he found my vagina and sticking his fingers up my pussy he slowly pulled the egg out. I told him there was more if wanted to search a litter further. He pushed his fingers farther in my pussy and came out with my silk panties.

I pushed off into the pool and found myself right in front of his cock. Pulling it out of his Speedo I wrapped my mouth around it and gave him a blowjob right there at the side of the pool.

Just as I was slurping up his cum my mother and Aunt Suzie came out to the pool. They were chatting up a storm so I don’t think they saw me wrap my panties around Tom’s cock and push it back in his Speedo.

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It’s Saturday night, you know the big “surprise” party that is supposed to be a surprise, but didn’t turn out that way. At least, they had enough class to hire a limo to take you to your destination. You are ready way too early and waiting around for the car to arrive.

The door bell rings much earlier than you expect, looking through the peep-hole you see a driver’s black cap and dark suit. “Must be the driver”, you think as you unlock the door. You step out and the driver says good evening and moves to open the limo door for you. At this point you have yet to see his face, but the way he carries himself and his voice seem vaguely familiar.

You step down into the limo and arrange yourself on the fine leather seat. The door closes and you wait for the ride to begin. The forward partition is up so you cannot see the driver, and it catches you off guard when the other door to the passenger compartment opens and the limo driver slides in.

You begin to protest, but as he turns to face you, you realize it’s your lover Robert. Before you can utter a single word, his lips touch yours and the car begins to drive away. Your shock and resistance fade to acceptance and excitement as he continues to kiss you like only a lover can.

You feel his hands all over your body, caressing you through your clothes and deftly removing them as he goes along. Before you realize what has happened he has you half undressed and in an effort to save some semblance of freshness to your evening wear, you oblige him by removing all but your panties. The feel of his suit against the nakedness of your skin arouses the tactile center of your brain; every movement creates a ripple effect of sensation.

Now your amazement turns to questioning. How? When? Where? All these questions go unanswered as he moves back towards you and begins to place sweet kisses all over your shoulders and neck. He always pays such special attention to your skin. No area of your body goes un-kissed or untouched. You begin to feel your arousal course through you as he continues his assault on your nakedness.

His mouth finds your breasts and slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, he begins to kiss them and work his mouth over your now erect nipples. Alternating from one to the next he licks and kisses you as only he can. bonus veren siteler Making your nipples stick out more urgently as they vie for the attention of his mouth and tongue.

His big strong hands taking your breasts and massaging them, lovingly squeezing them as his tongue lashes at your areolas and nipples. Your breathing has increased and there is a not so subtle aroma of your wetness permeating the air as your lover handles your body.

As your arousal turns to playfulness you reach down between his legs to feel what he is hiding from you behind the dark suit. There in the center of his trousers you feel the erect stiffness of his cock and balls. You can feel how tight and large his sac is and you realize that he has the cock ring on just for you. He has been driving around waiting to pick you up with an erection bulging. You are so wet now you feel the moisture as it crosses through the thin fabric of your thong panties and begins to coat the fine leather interior of the limousine.

His mouth has now crossed down from your breasts to your sexy tummy. He lavishes kisses on you and your excitement grows as you realize he is only inches from his goal, your sweet, soaking wet pussy. Feeling the absence of his attention on your breasts causes your hands to reach up to them involuntarily and you begin to play with your own nipples as he works lower and lower.

His face is now a fraction of an inch away from the tiny front of your sexy underwear. You can feel the heat of his breathe through the fabric as he lingers there. Knowing his proximity to your hot aching hole only serves to make you more anxious to feel him there. Anxious to feel his thick wet tongue as it licks and sucks your hot clit. Anxious to feel the throbbing head of his cock as it slowly enters you.

He teases you as he bypasses your aching wetness and moves his attentions down your long dancer’s legs. You feel ready to burst as he tirelessly ministers his attentions to your body. Oh, how he teases and flaunts his control over you. Your mind envisions reaching up and pulling out his cock, impaling yourself on it without reservation. He takes his time and slowly brings you to a boil, and deep down you know the orgasm will be so much better.

Finally the light bahis at the end of the tunnel, as he reaches up from his position on the floor where he is nibbling your toes and grabs hold of the now ruined panties and pulls them down your legs.

You spread your legs wide eager to show him his invitation to fuck you, and relieved at the feeling of freeness that now comes from your arousal. You want to feel dirty and sluttish. You place your hand between your legs and begin sliding a finger up and down your dripping slit. You bring the finger up and taste yourself. Now it’s your turn to show off. It’s your turn to show your lover how hot and dirty you can be.

He begins to remove his clothes as he stares wild eyed at your actions. You swear you see his cock throb under the confines of his slacks. Within moments he is out of his coat and shirt, and kneeling before you bare-chested he undoes the buckle of his belt and releases his constrained cock. It falls out with force, straining against its leather binding, the head purple and swollen and throbbing. You lick your lips as your eyes move from the cock to your lovers face to the cock again.

Oh, what glorious orgasms will be yours soon as you move forward and place the tip of your tongue against the warm head of his dick. You taste the salty pre-cum drop that clung desperately to the head. You take it in your mouth and begin to suck the dick wildly, hoping to cause the same frustrations you just felt as he teased you without mercy. Licking and sucking giving him your best oral performance, and you can tell the anticipation hasn’t been lost on him. He thrusts his hips and pushes to get his cock more pleasure as you take him fully in your mouth.

You know he cannot hold out for long so you decide to accelerate the pending outcome by sliding your hand up between his legs and massaging his pendulous balls, then slowly moving a single finger up farther, you begin to massage his asshole. This alone is more sensation than he can tolerate and you feel the flood of his orgasm burst into your mouth, you hang on desperately being sure not to miss a single drop of his liquid pleasure.

As his orgasm subsides, you steel yourself for the eventual waiting time until he gets hard again, when suddenly you realize that deneme bonusu there is no decrease in his strength or power. He is still fully erect and throbbing.

Sliding back against the seat, he grabs your hips, turns you and places you neatly on your knees, exposing your ass to his view. He loves your ass and you thrill at the thought of his mouth licking you there. Not one to disappoint, he immediately begins to kiss and lick your amazing rear end. Your “20 year old ass” as he calls it. His fingers slide all around your wet aching pussy, teasing your clit while his mouth begins to move between your cheeks. You feel the thick tip of his tongue as it presses against your asshole. You push back wanting him to go deeper into your ass. You love the dirty feeling of ass play and you want his throbbing dick in there so badly.

His tongue pushes deeper as two of his thick fingers slide deep into your overflowing pussy. You rock your hips to the motion of his finger fucking. You are soaked from the top of your ass to the bottom of your pussy now and that’s when you feel his fingers leaving your pussy and the urgent pressure of a single digit pushing against your ass. He slowly almost imperceptibly slides the finger up to the first knuckle.

Then without warning you feel something much larger resting on the slick out lips of your pussy. Then you feel full his rigid cock sliding deeply into the well of your vagina. Hard, and wet, and pulsing his dick fills you. The finger continues its assault on your ass and moves in to the second knuckle. His cock is now slowly sliding in and out of you. You reach up and begin to touch your clit. You ache for this orgasm.

And as a tidal wave of lust crests over your body, you feel amazing sensations. You are racked by feelings of lust, love, and orgasmic euphoria. You flex, twist and gyrate as the orgasm overwhelms your senses. Your ass is on fire and your pussy clamps down hard on his cock, forcing him to begin to buck and twitch as his second orgasm rocks his body and his second load squirts out from between your organs and drips down your thighs.

You collapse on the seat, spent and reeling in the glorious after effects, as small tremors ripple through you.

As you look up you realize that the car has stopped back in front of your house. Your lover explains that you have just enough time to run in get cleaned up and be ready before the real limo arrives to whisk you off to your party. Have a great time!!! And you never know whose eyes you will see as you look up at the driver in the rear view mirror!

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Episode 3: Oh Wendy!

Once J was awake, he showered, ate breakfast and headed out the door to grab a cup of cappuccino. He decided to stop at the same coffee shop that he was in just two days prior.

Two days before, J had met a beautiful, older, blond at that same coffee shop. She had approached J and introduced herself as Jane and the two were locked into a small conversation that was quick to grow into a sexually tensed moment where the two decided to go back to J’s penthouse suite where they made love throughout the night. The next morning J awoke alone on the hard floor with a back ache.

The back ache was harsh and so J decided to walk to the doctor’s office, only a few blocks away from his home, where he met a woman by the name of Sandy. She had been temporarily blinded from an accident and had to wear a black blindfold. J, being the kind man he was, offered to take her to his place to take care of her until the next day, when she could take her blindfold off. She accepted and the two made it back to his home, where they eventually were locked into passionate sex.

Now the next morning was upon J and he desired caffeine to aid him for the day ahead. Setting at a table next to the large windows at the front of the store, he sipped away at his large cup of mocha capachino. Without a care in the world, he smiled as his mind raced through the passed two days.

“”I’ve made the right decision in coming here,” he whispered to himself as he glanced out the window and across the street, where a similarly large front window sat and a mystically beautiful woman stood within the building.

With short blond and a stacked, muscular body, the woman seemed as if she could sprout wings and fly through the air as an angel. She was locked into a conversation with another woman. She exploded into laughter that made her look all the more beautiful to J.

“”Sir,” came a call from within the room.

From appearance, the woman across the street was around J’s age.

“”Sire,” came the same voice from within the room.

J turned his head to acknowledge the waitress as she was standing over him seemingly frustrated at him for ignoring her.

“”Yes,” he asked.

“”Is there anything else,” she asked as she laid the check down on the table in front of J.

“”No thank you,” he answered as his stare once again met the figure of the gorgeous woman across the street. Only this time the woman was matching the stare.

A smile came across her face as she noticed J staring back at her.

It seemed like days to J, as they stared into each other’s eyes as though they were having there own telepathic conversation with a street and two large windows separating them.

After a few moments a large truck driving by broke the couple’s stare. When the truck had passed the woman wasn’t there. Shocked by the sudden disappearance, J turned his attention back to his coffee and sipped.

A bell rang out, as someone opened the door to the coffee shop and entered. J didn”t pay any attention.

That was canlı bahis until he heard her voice.

“”May I sit down,” came a raspy, but feminine voice from behind him. The woman was wearing a light perfume that smelled of a flowers. Usually J would hate the smell of a perfume, but the way she wore it was making him crazy.

J turned to see the woman from across the street standing directly behind him with a smile. Her short skirt showed her beautiful long legs off perfectly. Then he noticed that he had been so mesmerized by the woman that he had not answered her.

“”Yes,” he stuttered, “I’m sorry, please sit down.””

The woman walked around the small window table and sat down across the table from him.

“”My name is Wendy,” she introduced by extending her hand.

“”I’m J,” he offered as he reached out and shook her hand.

A conversation erupted between the two and J learned many things about the beautiful woman named Wendy. He learned that she had grown up in the city and after she graduated college early she got lucky and was hired at an excellent law firm.

The conversation went on and on and J explained to Wendy that his father was very wealthy and owned an island, where J had grown up on until only a few days before when he decided he would move to the city and meet real people.

Wendy explained that she had recently came out of a bad relationship where the guy she was with would yell at her and make her feel like garbage. She talked about her parents moving to the country, leaving her alone in the city.

The conversation continued until the waitress interrupted them.

“”I’m sorry, but we’re closing,” she said with a very tired voice.

“”Oh,” was the only thing J could think to say. If the waitress hadn”t came to them, then he could’ve stayed there in his seat talking with Wendy forever. But now they had to leave.

“”What now,” Wendy asked before J could say anything.

J didn’t want the night to end, but what could they possibly do? What reason could J have to invite the very sexy Wendy to his penthouse?

“”Well, why don’t you show me that penthouse suite of yours,” Wendy offered as if she were reading J’s mind.

The two exited the doors of the coffee shop and heard the sounds of the locks fastening as they left. The sun was completely gone and the night was upon them.

A bicycler came rushing through, as if from nowhere and J reached out, grabbed Wendy by her hips and pulled her in just in time.

“”Thank you,” Wendy said as she continued walking with her body directly pressed against J’s, with his hand still placed on her hip.

“”I can cook us some dinner,” J offered as they made their way to the front doors of the large building.

“”Why don’t we skip dinner,” Wendy lightly whispered into J”s ear as the door man let them in.

The elevator ride to J’s floor was strangely quiet, contrasting the entire day, which was filled with conversation and laughter. The tension was building. The couple’s hands were building kaçak iddaa moisture as the two began to sweat harshly. J”s heart felt as if it were going to explode from his chest. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

The light ding of the elevator as the doors open broke the tension slightly and the two stepped off and onto the halls. J unlocked his door, swung it open and the two stepped in.

“”This is my home,” J said as he stopped and allowed Wendy to examine the large living room with a large couch that sat in front of a fireplace.

Wendy didn’t seem interested in the room though, for as soon as the door was closed she had her body pressed tightly against J’s and her lips were pressed hard against his. Moans escaped her mouth as she was lifted up by J”s arms and carried to the couch.

Wendy could feel a large growth coming from the crotch of J’s pants as he sat her down on her feet in front of the couch. She stepped back a bit and pulled her skirt up above her hips to show J that she was wearing no panties and that she was completely shaved.

Placing his hand gently on the side of Wendy’s face, J leaned forward and softly placed his lips to hers. They softly kissed for a moment, but the gentle attitude of there sexual appetite quickly morphed into there faces roughly kissing each other.

J”s hand slid up Wendy’s stomach and grabbed her breast, sending her to arch her back, sticking her breasts out more. He pulled her yellow blouse down on one side until one of her breasts were completely in view. He twirled his fingers around her nipple until it was rock hard and her panting was increasing.

With his free hand, J grabbed Wendy’s tightly muscular ass and squeezed. She leaned her head forward hard and bit J’s lip as he lifted her up once more and carried her over to the wall, beside the fireplace which was roaring, since J pushed the button to cause the flames to erupt. The heat of the fire was causing their bodies to be soaked with sweat as J pushed his groin roughly against Wendy, pushing her ass against the wall.

Wendy slid her tongue into J’s mouth causing him to push his into hers as she reached her hand down and unbuttoned his pants. With one of her hands she wrapped her nimble fingers around his throbbing semi hard dick and began massaging it.

J”s pants fell down to the floor, where he then kicked them out of the way. Wendy slid down the wall until her face was aimed with his, now rock hard meat. She wrapped her lips around the head and tasted a drop of the pre-cum.

Wendy grabbed J’s hips and pulled them forward as she slid her head back against the wall. She then began pulling his hips forward until most of his shaft was in her mouth, in which she pushed his hips back until her lips were only wrapped around the head again. She continued this motion until J took over and began to fuck her face.

Moans soared out of Wendy’s filled mouth as she fingered herself as she felt the power of J’s thrusts inter her mouth and then exit.

After a few moments, Wendy kaçak bahis waited until J’s shaft entered her mouth again and this time she grabbed his hips, pushed her head forward and swallowed his entire dick.

J threw his head back and screamed out in ecstasy.

Wendy then pulled her head back, with J’s dick completely out of her mouth and hanging in the air again. She leaned back against the corner of the wall and the side of the fireplace and stood on her feet with her knees bent so that she looked as if she were sitting in an invisible chair.

“”Now you do me,” she pleaded with her raspy voice.

Getting on his knees, J pressed his head forward and began tasting Wendy’s cunt with his tongue. He teased her clit with his tongue and penetrated her with his fingers, bringing long, loud moans from her lungs and out her mouth. She then grabbed his head and pulled it away.

“”I don’t want to cum yet,” she explained.

Wendy pushed J down onto his back and climbed over top of him. He thought she was going to place him inside of her, but he was wrong. With a mischievous smile, she hovered her hot slit over his throbbing shaft. She let the tip of his dick touch her wetness slightly, but she then rose her hips back up.

Wendy couldn’t stand the teasing anymore and she got off of J, lied straight on her back, stuck her legs out straight and pulled her blouse down around her hips to show her perky breasts.

J got onto all fours and began kissing her nipples, causing them to stand erect. Wendy’s moans climbed higher, as she pulled her skirt completely off and threw it out of the way.

J slid his hand down Wendy’s stomach and tried to slide his fingers into Wendy again, but her legs were too tightly together. She finally gave up the resistance and spread her legs wide, allowing J’s hand to find her wetness once again with his fingers.

“”Put it in me,” Wendy begged with a whispering voice.

J wasted no time.

Pushing his shaft into Wendy’s tight, wet warmth, J moaned out from the pleasure. Slowly he slid his dick into her as her cunt slowly accepted his girth. Once J was all the in her he pulled back and began pounding her with his dick. Their moans quickly erupted into loud screams as J slammed his dick into Wendy over and over again.

Blood ran from J’s back and it wasn’t until he felt the warmth running down his sides that he noticed Wendy’s nails dug fairly deep in his back as her body exploded into a series of jerks and spasms.

“”I’m cumming,” she screamed out as loud as she could, causing her voice to break at the peak of her scream, turning it to more of a squeal. J couldn’t stand it anymore and shot his streams of hot semen into her vibrating cunt.

Afterward they lied beside the fireplace with J’s meat still inside of her, feeling their hearts pounding from their chests.

Once J was finally able to move he fixed dinner for the both of them and watched a movie while under covers on the couch, where they both slowly slipped to the unconscious state of sleep.

Had he met somebody that he could stay with and be happy? Had he found a person that he might even be able to call a “girlfriend”. Could she even be his potential wife? Many questions ran through J’s mind before he fell fast asleep.

Next episode: Making a deposit.

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The Beginning:

The Thomas family had been looking forward to the vacation for a long time. They were in Fiji for two weeks and planned on making the best of it. Jack Thomas was the head of the family; a former US Navy Seal who seemed to become friends with everyone he met. Jack, or “Survivor Jack” as he was sometimes called by friends had a love of the outdoors and travelling to Fiji was one item on his bucket list. Now retired and working as a consultant in Hollywood on action films he was known for going on elaborate hunting, fishing and survival trips.

His companion for many of those trips was his son, Jeff, now 21. Jack taught his son everything he knew about life, hunting, women and survival. Little did Jeff know, he was going to need every bit of that knowledge for the series of events that were about to unfold.

Jeff was your typical 21 year old. He’d inherited his father’s good looks and charms with the opposite sex. He was equally adept on a deer stand as he was the back of a car. He stood 6’3 with a solid frame, brown hair, blue eyes and dimples that every woman he met loved.

Jeff was the baby of the family; he had an older sister Katie who was 25 and an aspiring doctor. Katie had dreamed about being a doctor since she was little and was every bit as strong willed as her father. She was as attractive as she was determined and just enough of the “girl next door type” that far too many boys and men fell into the trap of thinking they had a shot with her. Katie was 5’7 with blonde hair, green eyes and a killer smile.

Katie also took after her mother Julie who was a mature version of her daughter. Julie had a history of being her school council president in high school and college, was a dedicated volunteer and self-employed. She was a big reason why Katie wanted to be a doctor.

The family was enjoying itself in Fiji, the trip originally started out as business for Jack but the family quickly manipulated that into a trip for all that extended beyond his business duties. They’d taken a river safari, had gone kayaking and even spent a few days relaxing on the beach, even if Jack and Jeff did complain at times of going stir crazy.

The trip took a dramatic turn at the end of the first week of vacation. Jack and Julie had decided to do some shopping while Jeff and Katie signed up for a day of snorkelling.

Jeff and Katie walked down the dock, excited for another day in paradise. They saw the sign for their boat and a group of equally excited tourists. Everything started as you would normally expect. One of the crew members welcomed everyone onboard, gave an overview of where they’d be snorkelling and a review of the procedures. Once he finished, refreshments were passed around and with the simple sip from a cup, Jeff and Katie’s lives changed forever. Within minutes of drinking the seemingly innocent juice, their world went dark.

Part 1:

Jack and Julie returned from a day of shopping having had an exceptionally good time. Jack barely mentioned the fact he was shopping and not snorkelling. They returned to their room and shared a long, slow shower together. Tasting, touching and pleasuring one another while the water fell over their bodies. They were going to meet the kids for dinner at one of the many restaurants at the resort and had time for a little hanky panky.

Julie cooed as her husband lifted her off her feet. “Ooooh Jack!!” she hissed with excitement as he pressed her against the tiled wall in the shower, her legs around his waist as his cock slide inside her.

Jack smiled and kissed his wife. He kissed her lips, her chest and her breasts. “Mmmm Julie, you’re a dream” he grunted as he thrust deep inside his wife’s wet pussy.

Julie clutched his body as she thrust back, husband and wife fucked in the shower without a care in the world. The falling water becoming background noise like the rolling waves outside. Jack pumped in and out of his wife’s hungry pussy, holding his cock inside her for a moment before re-starting his thrusts.

They kissed like long lost lovers, their hands grabbing at each other as they grinded together. Finally their passion reached its crescendo as Jack jerked inside his wife as his orgasm washed through his body.

Julie groaned with desire as her husband started to cum, her pussy squeezed his cock as his thrusts continued, her body pressing against his as she unleashed her own orgasm.

Jack and Julie groaned together in the shower as they bucked together, coming down from their sexual highs.

Afterwards they dressed in their room. Jack smiled as he smelled his wife’s perfume in the room. He walked out of their room and went across the hall, knocking on the door for his son and daughter. “Jeff…. Katie?… you two ready?” he asked.

No answer.

Jack tried again, “JEFF… KATIE!!… you better not be sleeping!”

No answer.

Jack sighed in frustration. He checked his watch, the reservation was for 10 minutes from now and he hated being late for anything. He walked back into his room to grab the spare key to the kid’s room.

“What’s bahis siteleri the matter?” Julie asked. Jack snorted his response, “the kids are taking their sweet time getting ready” he said as he strode back out of the room.

Jack slipped the key card into the door and walked in the room. “Jack!… Katie!!.. let’s go!”

As he walked inside, Jack realized why his kids weren’t answering him, they weren’t there. He left the room, closing the door behind him.

“Would you believe this?? They aren’t even back yet!” he exclaimed as he slammed the door to their own room.

Julie sighed; Jack was known to get like this at times. “Relax honey, we’re in Fiji, we’re in paradise. The kids will meet us at the table; they know where we’re eating. And if they’re too late then we get to have dinner just the two of us, would that be so bad?” she asked.

Jack grunted, “No……….. but I’d never act this way to my father.” He said as he took his wife’s arm and led her downstairs.

Jack and Julie returned two hours later. They had a great dinner but ate by themselves. “They better have a good explanation for skipping out on a family meal” Jack spat.

He opened their door and walked in, stepping into the bathroom. Half a second later his wife shrieked, “JACK! COME HERE……. NOW!”

Within seconds he was at his wife’s side and saw the cause for her alarm.

On the bed was a letter, “We have your kids. If you love them you will pay for their safe return” was written in red ink.

The next few hours were a blur for the now worried parents. Within the hour they’d called the authorities and learned they weren’t the only ones. There were 15 kidnap victims, all of whom had signed up for a snorkelling trip the hotel now said it never authorized.

Jeff woke up groggy and confused. The last thing he remembered he was on the boat about to go snorkelling with his sister. Now he was in a small room with his sister. He didn’t know where he was or how much time had passed.

He stood up and walked over to his sister, she was breathing but still under the effects of the same drug that had knocked him out. Katie woke up soon after; she looked up and saw her brother.

“Jeff, what’s going on? Where are we?” she asked.

Jeff smirked and shook his head, “I don’t know Katie, I don’t know. I don’t know where we are, what we’re doing here or what happened. But I don’t have a good feeling about it.”

Katie didn’t respond. She didn’t have to. The drugging and the fact they were in a room without a window that had a thick door was all she needed to know.

Katie, like Jeff, was scared but still able to function. The siblings scanned the room, looking for a weakness before succumbing to what many people would do in that situation.

They yelled.

They banged on the door and yelled.

They yelled for what seemed like an hour but didn’t hear so much as a peep from anyone or anything.

Katie sat back down on the bed, “what are we going to do Jeff?” she asked, exasperated. Signs the situation was starting to sink in flashed across her face. Jeff sat down beside his older sister; he wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her softly.

“I don’t know Katie, I don’t know. But we’re going to make it, we’re going to survive, I can feel it in my gut” he said.

Jeff only half believed what he was saying. While he was trying to remain calm on the outside, his heart was pumping a mile a minute on the inside.

The siblings didn’t hear from anyone until the next day, or what they assumed was the next day. They woke up to find bread, cheese and water on the floor by the door with a note.

Katie woke up first and wasted no time shaking her brother awake. “Jeff….Jeff… Jeff… wake up” she said.

Jeff groaned as he woke up, “I’m up… I’m up” he said half convincingly.

“Look” Katie said, as she pointed to the food and the note. She got up and brought it over to the bed. As she tore into the bread and cheese, Jeff read the letter.

“You have been kidnapped; if your family loves you then you will see them again.”

Jeff read the note two times before he read it aloud to Katie. She stopped eating immediately and looked at her brother. At that time, the two siblings held each other as they wondered what their future held in store.

Over the next two days Jeff and Katie learned they weren’t the only ones. They saw one of their kidnappers only once but they covered their face. Katie took that to be a good sign, if they were to see their face it would indicate their captors had no intention of letting them go.

A day later they heard a commotion in the hall. Jeff pressed his ear to the door as he listened to see if he could tell what was going on outside. From what he could tell, one of the other victims was having some sort of medical problem. After a while everything quieted down outside and everything returned to “normal.”

Jeff sat down and it was clear he was thinking. “What’s on your mind?” Katie asked.

Jeff looked over at his sister, canlı bahis siteleri “we’ve been here at least 3-4 days and not once have we been taken out of this room. As far as we know, no one has. We haven’t seen any of the other victims, we just know they’re here somewhere” he said.

Katie sat beside him, “yeah so?”

Jeff smiled, “So, the only time someone left a room that we know of was 10 minutes ago when they screamed for a doctor. Why don’t we do the same? Only once we’re out, we’ll make a break for it.”

Katie rolled her eyes. “That sounds like a stupid, dangerous idea. What about mom and dad? You don’t think they’re trying to get us back? You want to screw that up?”

Jeff leaned in closer to his sister, “We don’t know they’ll be successful, who knows what they know. If we’ve got a chance, we’ve got to take it.”

Katie paused and looked at the door. Finally she looked up at her brother, “if we’re still here in two days, we’ll try” she said.

Two days passed with little action. They didn’t see or hear from their captors at all. Jeff and Katie barely slept that night, anxious to carry out the plan they’d agreed upon days before.

Katie looked over at her brother, “OK, we’ll wait until they deliver the food and then I’ll start to yell. I’ll tell them you’ve gone into diabetic shock. Hopefully they won’t notice we haven’t asked for sugar until now. The shock of it all will be enough. Then when the time is right I’ll give you the signal and we’ll make our move. Ok?” she asked.

Jeff nodded, “ok.”

About 30 minutes later their food arrived. They could hear the scraping of shoes against the floor, Katie sprung into action.

“HELP!!! HELP!!! IT’S MY BROTHER!!! HE’S DIABETIC!!! HELP!!! WE NEED HELP!! PLEASE PLEASE!! HE’S GOING INTO DIABETIC SHOCK.”

Within seconds the door opened and two of their captors appeared in the doorway.

Katie screamed again, pointing to the floor where Jeff lay.

“IT’S MY BROTHER!!! HE’S DIABETIC!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP HIM!!! HE CAN’T DIE!”

The two men scooped down and picked Jeff up, Katie followed behind. “HE’S DIABETIC!! He needs sugar! Hard candy! ANYTHING!” she screamed.

Katie followed the two captors as they carried her brother. No one else had come to help, either help was on the way or they hadn’t been alerted yet. They stopped at a stairway, one of the kidnappers talked to the other.

“We’ll take him to the observation room and get the candy then you watch the girl.”

While they stood there Katie got nervous, she couldn’t think of a better time, so she gave the trigger phrase.

“Oh Jeff, don’t die, please don’t die!” she pleaded.

With that, Jeff’s limp body instantly became rigid as he shook free from his captors. They were so surprised he fell to the floor. Before they knew what hit them, Katie hit one over the head with a lamp while Jeff grabbed the other and ran him head first into the wall.

Jeff looked up at his sister, his chest heaving with excitement. “Let’s pull them into this room Katie, help will be here soon.”

Once they dumped the limp bodies in the spare room they closed it and locked it. Jeff grabbed his sister’s hand as they started to navigate their way through what appeared to be an old villa. Within 30 seconds a bell sounded and they knew they’d been found out. While still holding hands they broke into a run, making it outside.

The siblings spotted a group of boats at the pier and immediately headed for them. They could hear people screaming and dogs barking in the background.

They made it down to the dock and jumped into the first boat they saw, a Cobalt 323 speedboat.

Katie was frantic as Jeff searched desperately for the keys.

“Jeff hurry!! They’re coming!” she screamed.

Jeff located the glove box and pulled out the key. He inserted it and the boat roared to life. They barely had time to untie the boat before a gunshot shattered the glass beside Jeff’s head. The boat sped away from the pier with their captors now in hot pursuit.

“Drive Jeff drive!!” Katie yelled.

Katie stood beside her brother, clutching him as he drove. The sky had turned dark, matching their mood as they sped away from their kidnappers. Rain started to pour as another gunshot rang out, then another.

The rain picked up in intensity as their captors chased them, the island where they had been held captive now far off in the distance.

Lightning cracked overhead, so loud they couldn’t even hear the gunshots when (or if) they hit the boat. Jeff and Katie could barely see the other boat the rain was coming down so hard, but they could sense it.

The chase finally ended when another bullet hit the boat and its engine.

Jeff turned the boat off immediately. For a while all they could hear was the rain, all they could see was each other. They waited and waited, expecting to be found, to be captured and maybe even shot but it didn’t happen. After a while the engine started to smoke.

“We’ve got to get off this boat, it isn’t safe güvenilir bahis Katie” Jeff said.

Katie looked at her brother, the boat and then the ocean. Neither the boat nor the ocean was particularly safe, but her brother was right they had to go.

Jeff disappeared into the cabin on the boat. “What are you doing?” she asked.

Her brother looked at her, “there’s a dinghy up above, pull the cord and let it inflate. I’m going to gather as much as I can down here and I’ll join you in a moment.”

Katie raced back up into the rain and found the dinghy, she inflated it and within moments Jeff appeared with a bag full of whatever was down below. He disappeared for a moment then re-appeared with some pillows that were immediately soaked in the rain.

The siblings jumped into the dinghy and pushed off from the boat. As they floated away from the speedboat the smoke from the engine grew and grew until it became very dark and finally culminated with a large explosion.

Everything became very quiet after that. Jeff and Katie sat huddled together, Jeff’s arm around his big sister as the waves carried them away into the great beyond.

Jeff and Katie actually lucked out soon after the speedboat exploded. Their captors, thinking they went down with the boat had left and the rain started to subside, the waves with it.

The siblings floated for days, letting the current take them where it pleased. They were hungry and sunburned when Katie spotted land. She grabbed her brother’s arm, “Jeff look!” she exclaimed.

Jeff saw the land his sister was pointing at and the two immediately began to frantically paddle their way to safety. They summoned all their strength and were helped by the wind which seemed to magically appear just as they began to tire. When they were close enough, Jeff jumped from the dinghy and began to swim, tugging his sister and the dinghy slowly behind him.

Finally, with their muscles screaming, Jeff, his sister and the dinghy with their meagre belongings collapsed on sand, exhausted.

Part 2:

Jeff and Katie’s escape was a bad omen for the kidnappers. Two days after their escape they made a mistake while making a ransom demand which led to their eventual demise. While the authorities talked with the kidnap victims they also did their best to console Jack and Julie Thomas. The story was the same from all victims. Jeff and Katie made an escape attempt and died. Even the kidnappers said it was true.

Despite the overwhelming evidence staring them in the face a search crew was still sent out to look for the siblings. Whether it was a rescue or a recovery crew, no one quite knew.

On the island Jeff and Katie tried to make the best out of their new surroundings. They didn’t know where they were taken originally and where the ocean had taken them after their escape. They hauled the dinghy up onto the beach and after making a large S.O.S. sign on the beach began searching for food and shelter.

Jeff with his survival skills took the lead. He built a lean-to over the dinghy which served as their mattress. For food, they started by feasting on some of the fruits and vegetables they were able to find on the island before Jeff was able to make a crude fishing rod. It took some time, but he was able to catch some fish.

The first two fish went to his sister. She objected, wanting to share but he insisted. Jeff was the baby of the family but that didn’t stop him from wanting to make sure his sister ate first.

They were still in the clothes they wore when they were kidnapped. Katie in her cotton board shorts which covered up her bikini bottoms and a matching top, Jeff in a pair of swim trunks and tank top. They had spent a lot of time in the sun while in the dinghy and tried to limit it as best they could. This time Katie took the lead, increasing their intake of vitamin C, which wasn’t hard with the mango and papaya on the island.

On one particularly hot day, Jeff and Katie were in the shade, lying down and chatting. Katie was curled up beside her brother, her arm draped over his chest, his protectively around her, holding her close.

“It’s weird, I know I should be scared but I’m not” Katie said.

Jeff chuckled, “I know what you mean. After being kidnapped and chased stuck on a tropical island isn’t so bad.”

Katie looked up at her brother, “we’re going to be rescued, I know it. Mom and dad won’t rest until they find us.”

The siblings had come to enjoy their chats in the shade. The topic often had a doom and gloom element to it but they had grown even closer than they already were since this ordeal started that the mere presence of the other was enough.

A few days later Katie was on the beach, going for a swim. They had a fire set up beside their S.O.S. sign and were trying to make as much smoke as possible. Jeff was intent on building a better shelter and decided to take a break. As he looked out onto the beach he saw his sister, wearing her bikini.

She was an attractive woman. Every guy knew it, and so did Jeff. He was her brother but he wasn’t blind. As he stood watching her now he found himself unable to take his eyes off her. They way she moved, her hips, her legs, her ass. That ass. Katie never had a lot of boyfriends, something else was always more important, but as he looked at her now, he realized she could have had any guy she wanted.

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Before they even admitted they wanted to do it with each other, they were talking easily, companionably, exhaustively about sex. For the two hours that they were assigned to the same graveyard shift patrolling the Carnival grounds, it was the topic of choice. They’d been acquaintances and friends for a while now, but hadn’t spent that much time solely in each other’s company. Now it was late on a balmy summer night, and the absolute stillness, the rides and booths with the Do Not Enter tape and cloth draped over them, all the lights off except that faintly coming from the square window of the guard’s office far in the distance… it all contributed to the feeling that they were the only two people in the world right then.

The alcohol helped loosen Sydney’s tongue. She might have been naturally a little reserved, but the flask that their friend had slipped them, somewhat illegally, full of a delicious mixture of vodka and pepsi, was making their conversation suddenly seem the most natural thing in the world. They passed it back and forth between them, taking swigs.

***

“Favorite position,” Matt asked. Before Sydney had even opened her mouth, though, he answered his own question. “No, wait, I can guess. Doggie style.”

“How the hell did you know?”

“You just seem like the type. And I bet after that it’s woman-on-top.”

Sydney stopped walking to stare at him, a little flustered at his almost too easy reading of her. Her cheeks might have been a little flustered in the darkness. She hastened to add, “Some variations of missionary are pretty interesting too though. I mean, like with my legs up over the guy’s shoulders.”

“That would require some flexibility.”

“I’m pretty flexible.”

“Oh?”

Sydney was starting to feel a little damp below just from the mental images her brain was providing her to accompany the conversation. She told this to Matt. He jokingly suggested that they duck into one of the closed booths that they were just patrolling past. She looked at him oddly, trying to decide how serious he was. She could just see his profile in the dim combination of moonlight and starlight. He was a little taller than she, and just the sort of lean muscle she most appreciated – unusual in a guard, whose typical body type ran to bulky, with a beer gut overhanging the shiny belt that came with the uniform, on which most of the tools of the trade were suspended. He had dark, almost jet black hair that had just been cropped short. They were both wearing the ridiculously luminous green jackets that made them clearly visible across the grounds and the parking lots. She was sure the look wasn’t particularly attractive on her.

***

“Have you ever tried lubrication?” was one of Matt’s questions some time later. He was really enjoying himself, quizzing Sydney. He’d had some sort of gut sense that she was an extremely sexual person, and she’d called him on it once, mock-pouting that he had these ridiculous ideas about her. Not so ridiculous, after all. Add her dazzling openness to the gorgeous package she made, long and toned and devastatingly sexy even in the huge oversized and ugly jackets they were made to wear.

“You mean, for anal? No, and I won’t ever consider it. I have holes for things to come out of, and holes to put things in, and they’re separate,” Sydney said it firmly, but with a touch of humor.

“I don’t just mean for that. Even with regular vaginal intercourse, it can really make it better.”

“Hmm… I don’t see that I’d need it. I get pretty wet when I’m aroused.”

“Yes, but it’s just a whole other level. And you know how the initial penetration, there’s always a little bit of pain, or pressure…”

“It’s so worth it though, and sometimes you just want to slam home anyway,” she interjected

“Yes,” he said, “but it just makes it so smooth. Plus there’s the warming kind… You have to try it sometime.”

***

“So… what about fantasies?” She asked.

“Well… one of my favorite is to have the woman completely at my mercy, and to keep her mildly stimulated for hours, so she can’t cum, but desperately wants to. For hours. Tied up in my bed. bonus veren siteler And I’ll… you know, go out in the living room and watch a couple hours of TV…”

“What??”

“No, hear me out, so when she finally does get release, it’ll be mind-blowing.”

“Hmm… Maybe, but I’m more for the instant gratification. You know, I want it now and I want it fast. Though I agree with you about the tying-up. That’s one of mine. Handcuffs.” Sydney licked her lips, almost unconsciously. “You know what I think would be an awesome surprise? To come in and find a woman in my bed, hands cuffed behind her back, wearing lots of see-through underwear, with a vibrator in her pussy.”

“Would this be an extremely talented woman?”

“Well, that’s what the underwear is for, to hold it in. Speaking of, how many do you have?”

“Of what? Vibrators?”

“Yeah, dildos, whatever.”

“I don’t actually have one. I’ve always meant to get one though. And two of my friends both promised to give them to me as birthday presents last year. Neither of them did though. Bitches.”

“That won’t do… I’ll take you to buy one.”

“That would be awesome.”

“Say, sometime next week?”

“Yeah, sure.”

*** A couple hours and several more thinly veiled jokes about having sex on the fair grounds later, it was finally time to clock out and see what the rest of the world was up to. Matt was heading to a party some friends of his were throwing at their house. Sydney’s cell phone had died and she couldn’t get a hold of the girlfriends she’s been planning to get together with.

“Do you wanna come along with me?” Matt asked. They were still being deceptively casual. They’d been talking about it for two hours, sure, but neither had said outright that they’d want to do it with each other. And there hadn’t been any physical contact at all.

“Sure, if you don’t mind.”

*** It was a pretty great party. Whoever Matt’s friends were – she couldn’t remember their names – they had a fully stocked bar, and Sydney and Matt were currently standing at it taking shots. She was also confiding that she never turned down a dare, at least not when she was drunk. Which easily described the state she was in now. Matt was instantly full of brilliant ideas to test on her.

“I’m serious. I don’t turn down a dare.”

“Okay. I want you to take off your panties and give them to me.”

“Hmm.” Sydney had changed into a stretchy white top that clung to her breasts, and a criminally short denim miniskirt that rested low on her hips, threatening to slip off, since she hadn’t worn a belt. She’d be pretty damn exposed without underwear on. But she really didn’t turn down a dare. Conveniently he hadn’t insisted she do it right there in front of anyone who might care to look. Slipping off to the bathroom, which thankfully didn’t have too long of a line, she pulled the blue thong off and stuffed it in her pocket. Sashaying back towards him with confidence that she had to convince herself she felt, she subtly passed the tiny scrap of material, already damp with her arousal, over to him. He instantly recognized it for what it was and raised one dark eyebrow at her. Then before she knew what was happening he’d reached over and stuck his hand down the back of her skirt, palming her bare butt in a second of more intimate contact than any they’d had so far. His hand felt big and warm and incredibly sexy. And they were still both standing at the open bar.

“Had to make sure,” was his brief explanation. She was tingling from his touch, and could feel warm wetness on her inner thighs. His eyes looked dark and intense and hot gazing at her as if he could see through the one layer that now separated her moist feminine core from him.

After that they didn’t stay long. She preceded him down the staircase, and could feel his hot stare fastened on the backs of her thighs all the way down. His place wasn’t too far away, he said, so they decided to walk back, though they were moving so quickly and anxiously it was almost a run. She had to stretch to keep up with his long determined stride.

The elevator ride to his apartment bahis on the fifth floor was interminable, and the air was so thick and tense with unspoken promises and passion that Sydney didn’t think she could breathe. Afterwards she couldn’t quite remember what, if anything, they’d talked about in that enclosed space for that endless time. They were standing close, but not touching, and though it was really kind of inevitable, neither was sure where this was all going.

They stood just inside the door.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Sydney said, breaking the brief silence.

“Sure, it’s down the hall and to the left.”

When she came out, Matt was lounging, half-sitting, half-lying on his bed. He’d changed into pajama pants.

“All ready to go to bed, I see,” She said, inanely.

He might have responded with sometime intelligible. All she knew was that suddenly something about his scorching, heavy-lidded gaze was so compelling that she found her whole body swaying towards his on the bed. He sat up straighter. Standing close to the edge of the mattress, her body almost within his embrace, she leaned closer. Her lips were an inch away from his.

“Are you doing this because you’re drunk or because you really want to?” She asked.

“A bit of both.”

“Good enough for me,” Sydney said, and then her feet gave out and she moved in the rest of the way in a trance and his lips were on hers, warm and demanding, and his tongue swept out and caressed the seam of her lips, coaxing them open so he could slip in. She explored his mouth in return and he tasted faintly of cigarettes and mostly just scalding and hot and his lips on hers were making her so wet. And then his hands reached out and pulled her onto the bed completely and dragged off her shirt. He traced the line of the lacy black bra she was wearing underneath, and then undid the clasp with a practiced hand and tossed it somewhere behind them. She moaned then, when his hand touched her naked breast oh so gently gliding over the firm curves, cupping her in his large rough palm, fingers dancing over her nipple. It beaded under his teasing touch and seemed to beg for more attention. He lowered his head and pulled on it with lips and teeth and tongue, till Sydney was moaning and writhing. Then he pulled her skirt off, and she was completely naked. His head remained bent at her breasts, licking and sucking first one sensitive nipple, then the other. His hand was roughly caressing the underside of her breasts, but then it moved lower, over the smooth tan skin of her belly, making her shiver as she realized his ultimate target. He slid his fingers over the apex of her thighs, smoothly shaven, to the wetness between her legs, parting the folds and slipping a long finger in.

“Ohhhh… Matt.” The invasion of his finger felt delicious. It was sliding in and out in a hypnotizing rhythm, and heat was spiraling out from there, and from her distended nipples, wet from his mouth. “Mmmm.” He moved his head lower, pressing kisses to her stomach, to each of her inner legs. He blew gently on her vulva, then his tongue reached out and delicately licked her, just a brief touch. The contrasting sensations made her cry out. He started eating her in earnest then, alternately licking and thrusting with his tongue deep in her, and then moving up slightly to nibble at her clit and lick circles around it and suck it into his mouth. The feeling was incredible. Sydney’s hands clenched convulsively in his hair and pressed him to her, only vaguely hoping that he didn’t mind that. Her brain was overloaded with the sensations and she could feel herself building towards orgasm. The tightness built in her – and suddenly he stopped.

She found herself panting, begging, pleading. He was grinning at her, wickedly she thought, and then he gave in and his finger settled on the little bead that was the focus of her pleasure and moved in rapid circles, faster and faster as she cried out, “That’s the spot. Oh, oh, ohh…” and he knew she was coming, the look on her face was so absorbed it entranced him too and the tension built until it washed over her in a wave and then she collapsed deneme bonusu back on his bed like all the bones in her body had dissolved away.

When she came back to herself he was sitting back looking thoroughly pleased with himself. And almost fully dressed.

“You’re wearing way too much,” she pouted, and then crawled over to him, looking like a big, feral, hungry cat. He found he liked the image. Her wide green eyes were still slightly glazed with passion, but lurking in them was something of the hunter too. She pulled on his PJ pants and tugged them off him. Underneath he was fully hard. Sydney licked her lips, but this time he thought she did it on purpose. She put her hand on his chest and pushed him down on his back. He looked up at her, tense with expectation, as she sat on her haunches and for a while just appeared to be admiring him. Then ever so slowly she leaned forward. Her tongue danced delicately down the underside of his dick, flicking its way from the frenulum down the shaft and back up again, daintily as a butterfly’s wing brushing against him.

“God..” he groaned gutturally. “So gentle.”

Her mouth was too busy to reply, and besides she didn’t really think he wanted her to respond. Not verbally anyway. She pressed kisses to his shaft, and then opening her mouth, took gentle bites out of the side of it. Just a delicate pressure and a touch of teeth. Matt was moaning above her, she loved the sounds he was making and she looked up to see he was concentrating on her face and when she made eye contact it seemed to turn him on even more. She dragged her teeth along his shaft, flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot where his shaft met the head, and then opened her mouth fully to take him in.

Matt thought that if he died right there he’d be happy. He was enclosed in the warm depths of her mouth and she was bobbing her head up and down his cock, her lips wrapped tight around him and creating a lovely suction all along his length. Her tongue was busy too and even as she sucked she was sliding it over the head and under and all around, so the myriad sensations almost put him over the edge. When her hand reached up and cupped his balls and massaged them he was sure he was close. He didn’t want to go over by himself though. He stretched his hand out, trying to reach between her legs, and she shrugged around so he could slide a finger in her, and then turned completely around so they were sixty-nining. He moved his hands over her tight, smooth ass and spread her legs over him as he licked her, tasting the delicious salty-sweetness of her again, loving it, thrusting his tongue as far into her as he could, pressing against her hot, clenching walls. She was moaning over his cock now, and losing some of the rhythm she’d so carefully maintained. It didn’t matter anymore, the feel of her and the taste of her was too much, and when she took him as deep as she could he took his mouth away from her long enough to gasp, I’m coming, and then she was sucking him dry and swallowing every last drop of him.

Sydney tumbled off him and just managed to turn around so they were face to face, and his eyes were closed and he murmured, “I think that’s enough for tonight…” and though she really wanted to feel him in her he was falling asleep and she’d come in a big way at least twice and she was pretty tired too and

The next thing she knew scraggly rays of morning light were making their way through his blinds, but what really awakened her must have been his clever fingers. Two of them were fully in her and pressing in all sorts of interesting spots, creating a deep intense throbbing she’d never really felt before. She was almost sure he was hitting her G-spot, and asked him, breathlessly, if that was what it was. Matt laughed at her and continued to stroke, in and out, fingers curving slightly upward to better reach that mysterious spot, till she exploded, clenching on his fingers and panting his name.

***

Some time later they sat, almost dressed, both glowing. Sydney had errands to run and had to go, though she’d have much preferred to stay in bed with Matt all day. The thought crossed her mind that, oddly enough, they hadn’t actually had regular sex. “Yet,” She added confidently to herself. She got up and gave him a hug, pressed a kiss to his temple. As she reached for the doorknob, he stopped her and said, “Don’t forget, we’re going shopping next week to buy you some new toys.”

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Layin’ Leylin Ch. 03

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Disclaimer: This is a story in which a fictional character cheats on his wife. If you find this sort of thing offensive, I recommend not reading any further. You have been warned, so please don’t send me feedback or post comments telling me how wrong it is for men to cheat. This is fiction. Although Leylin is based on a real person, to the author’s knowledge she has never actually engaged in illicit sexual activities with a married man.

Note: If you haven’t already, read Layin’ Leylin Ch. 01 & Ch. 02, which are prequels to this story.

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I tried not to disturb Leylin the next morning when I slipped out of bed and got showered and dressed for my training, although she was awake enough to acknowledge when I kissed her before leaving. Phones were off-limits in the training except during breaks, so we communicated just a little during the day, which wasn’t intolerable and seemed to build the anticipation for when we’d be together again. The suggestive texts and naughty selfies she sent throughout the day certainly didn’t hurt, either.

I returned to the room after the dinner, feeling pretty wiped out but, when I saw her propped up against the headboard with the covers barely concealing her tits, I was reinvigorated. We fucked and licked and sucked until I was completely spent and I’m pretty sure I didn’t leave her wanting for any orgasms. Saturday went pretty much the same for me as Friday had, though I did let Leylin know when I had a better idea of when I’d be finished for the day. I was looking forward to our night out in Seattle but I also knew I wanted to get naked with her for a bit first. As it turned out, we didn’t both end up getting naked. When I got back to the room with my training all wrapped up, she was waiting and opened the door for me, standing inside wearing some outrageously sexy lingerie.

I stopped in my tracks, wide-eyed with my mouth hanging open as she made no move to hide. She had no reason to anyway, not because the hallway was empty but because she looked fucking incredible and anyone who saw her would have agreed. She was wearing black stockings with very high heels, a black garter belt with red trim, what turned out to be a g-string and a very low-cut bra. I was stiff immediately but stepped inside slowly as I took in what was there before me. She backed up, her tits jiggling and a big smile on her face from my reaction to her. When I was in far enough for her to let go of the door and let it swing shut, I took her in my arms and pulled her against me, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She reciprocated and we made out standing there for a moment before she turned to lead me toward the bed.

“Follow me,” she said and, seeing her ass with only the g-string between her cheeks, I would have followed her anywhere. The very high heels I’m sure were also accentuating her already remarkable ass and I followed her like a beacon. I started peeling my clothes off as soon as she turned away from me and, as she crawled onto the bed, I was dropping my briefs, my rigid cock popping out. I got onto the bed behind her and she straightened up on her knees and turned to face me, chuckling as she found me naked.

“Ready are we?” she asked, reaching out to stroke my cock.

“You got it,” I replied, “Toss me a couple of those pillows.”

“Something different in mind for tonight,” she said with raised eyebrows as she handed pillows over to me, “Maybe somebody wasn’t focused in his training today.”

While she may have been right about my lack of focus in the training with her being there with me for the weekend, I had just come up with this idea on the spur of the moment. I had her lie on her back then lift her ass so I could pile the pillows under it. I had been thinking that I’d be able to kneel between her spread legs and fuck her while remaining upright as I gazed over her body but first I had to pull her g-string aside. With her pussy exposed, I couldn’t resist leaning down and running my tongue along her slit, which was barely containing bahis siteleri the juices she was producing. She let out a moan, of course, and grabbed my head, which may have been an indication to me to please continue in case I was thinking of going right to fucking her. Once I’d tasted her pussy again, though, I was in for the duration. I couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of eating her pussy and was again grateful for the opportunity to enjoy it.

I lapped at her slit for a bit, enjoying the flood of nectar, but soon focused more on her pleasure by slipping a finger into her while licking and sucking her clit. This had her writhing and moaning a bit more and, though I suspected she would have been able to cum either way, I’m pretty sure that this was going to be a bit more pleasurable for her. Since my cock was rock hard and it had been a long day, I was okay with her cumming quickly so I could slip my cock into her hot pussy and cum myself. I wasn’t necessarily trying to make her cum more quickly, as I might at the office when we didn’t have the luxury of time, but I’m sure just getting prepared for my arrival and slipping into that sexy outfit probably had her pretty worked up before I’d even returned to the room. If she had been well on her way already, there was no reason to try to draw it out just because we had the time available. As she got louder and was tensing up more, I just tried to make sure she experienced the highest level of pleasure up to and through her orgasm. Based on what I was hearing, I appeared to be succeeding.

Her moaning continued getting louder until she suddenly went silent for a moment before letting out a cry as her body started shaking. I continued eating her as her pussy was flooded with even more lubrication while thinking about how incredible it was going to feel to slip into her. I didn’t shortchange her, though; I continued devouring her with the same enthusiasm until she went still and let out a sigh. At that point, I straightened up and immediately guided my throbbing cock into her hot, slick pussy. She moaned again as my cock filled her and I started sliding it in and out, not quite slowly but not fast and furious, either. I set a pace that maximized the pleasure that I was feeling and relished it while looking down over her sexy body. I was still holding aside her g-string, exposing her trim bush, but my gaze also traveled up along her light brown skin to her jiggling boobs. She was so fucking sexy that I still couldn’t believe that she was there with me.

As I held aside her g-string, I was able to lightly caress her clit while continuing to fuck her and this had her moaning even more. Again, I just wanted her to feel as much pleasure as possible, even if I ended up cumming before she did. Of course, based on my experience with her, I knew it was well within the realm of possibility for her to cum again before I did. She was gripping the comforter with both hands but couldn’t really do much else so I was in control of the pace. I was savoring the pleasure I was feeling, once again due to her snug and slippery pussy, as my orgasm was slowly building. I maintained a pace that allowed me to savor that pleasure for as long as possible and keep my orgasm building slowly. After sitting in a stuffy conference room all day, this was the best way to enjoy my freedom.

As my orgasm slowly built, so apparently did Leylin’s. Her pussy just continued to feel even hotter and wetter which had me adjusting my pace and I hoped that it was drawing out the pleasure she was feeling in the same way that it was drawing out mine. It really was no surprise, however, when she suddenly gasped and her body started shaking again. I loved that she could cum so easily because it allowed me to be a lot more relaxed when we were together. I continued fucking her, maybe slightly harder and faster, as she was cumming but, once she’d finished, her pussy felt so much hotter and wetter that I could feel my orgasm building even faster. I didn’t canlı bahis siteleri try to hold off to enjoy it for longer at that point and just relished the increased lubrication until I was right on the verge of cumming. Before I came, though, I slipped out of her pussy and moved up the bed, guiding my cock toward her mouth.

She raised her head and inhaled my cock, sucking it voraciously as I let out a moan. She was pumping the base with one hand as her lips slid up and down so I didn’t even need to fuck her mouth. I just watched this beautiful woman as she enthusiastically sucked my cock, which was growing harder because the visual was so arousing. Neither of us was trying to draw out the pleasure so I was quickly right back on the verge of cumming. Finally, with a moan I started spewing into her mouth as she swallowed my load while continuing to pump my throbbing cock. I didn’t slip my cock out of her mouth until I was fully spent then sat beside her, leaning against the headboard.

“Sex with you is so awesome,” she said, sitting up beside me and resting her head on my shoulder.

“Sex here has been beyond awesome,” I replied, “I hope sneaking around back in Colorado doesn’t pale in comparison.”

“I wouldn’t care where we were or how we had to go about it,” she said, “as long as it’s with you, I’ll be happy and satisfied.”

I agreed with her and we kissed then decided to get ourselves together for a night in downtown Seattle. She allowed me to photograph her in her lingerie before she pulled a dress on over it. She also swapped the heels for something more comfortable for walking and you’d never have known that she had such an incredibly sexy outfit on under her dress. I was happy to be privy to that secret. We walked over to the light rail station and took the train into downtown where we spent the next several hours. We enjoyed some good food and great local beers, saw some of the sights and appreciated the opportunity to freely express our affection for each other in public. By the time we were back on the train, returning to the hotel, we were tired but still feeling pretty good about how much fun we’d had. The entire night I’d been reminding myself what she was wearing under her dress by running my hand along the garters on her upper thighs or the garter belt near the small of her back. Sitting there on the train, I was looking forward to seeing her ensemble again. As we walked from the station to the hotel, though, she had a request.

“When we get back to the hotel,” she started, “I think we need to be mindful that we don’t end up doing things the way we would back in the office. If we don’t have to remain mostly dressed and do it on the toilet or bent over a table, we definitely should make an effort not to.”

“I think we’ve been pretty good about that so far but I agree with you,” I said, “We need to make the most of the freedom that we have while we have it but we’ve been doing things a certain way for so long that we have to be careful we don’t just do it like that out of habit. I will tell you, though, that I love the way you look in your lingerie so I might be hesitant to remove it all.”

“How about if I promise that I will wear it to work occasionally?” she asked, “You can also take as much time as you need in removing it and take as many photos as you want.”

Even though I’d already taken some photos of her in her lingerie, I did want just a few more before and while I peeled it off. Back in the room, I first asked her to pose with her dress pulled up to her chin and her lingerie exposed, then photographed her from the front and the back. Next, I helped her out of her dress, got a few more shots of her wearing just the lingerie, then removed each piece one at a time and took more photos; first braless, then sans panties wearing just the stockings and garter belt then a few shots as she removed her stockings and finally fully naked. I was totally rigid by that point but still completely dressed.

“I’m güvenilir bahis too worked up to slowly undress you,” she said, “so let’s get you naked so we can fuck.”

I smiled at her urgency and directness then started to raise my shirt up over my head while she unfastened my jeans. My attention was on her tits as hers was on getting my jeans open then starting to slide them down. Squatting before me, she took my jeans and underwear down, my throbbing tool popping out in her face. As she was helping me step out of my jeans and underwear, she jutted out her tongue and licked the head of my cock. Once I was fully naked, she stood and we headed for the bed, which we both crawled onto. She lay on her back and pulled me over her so I guided my cock to her pussy and eased it inside. We both moaned softly then I pressed my lips against hers and we started making out.

Since she’d just given me a good long time to ogle her naked and nearly-naked body, I was perfectly okay with being on top of her where I couldn’t see her luscious boobs or her trim bush or her sweet ass. I liked the feeling of her body below me and, as we’d previously discussed, this was not a position we could indulge in back at the office. Plus, it had been a long day and I was pretty tired so I wasn’t up for anything acrobatic. I was slowly sliding my cock in and out of her, relishing the warm, slippery feel of her pussy as she rocked her hips to accept each incoming thrust. Of course, with her pussy feeling as good as it did, the slow and sensual lovemaking didn’t last long and gradually progressed to enthusiastic fucking. She was right with me so it wasn’t like I just picked up the pace without any regard for what she might want. It was like we could savor the slow and sensual briefly but, ultimately, we regressed back to fucking and made no apologies for it.

Of course we had to quit making out as we started fucking harder but this left her mouth free to express the pleasure that she was feeling. Once again, since she couldn’t typically do this when we were fucking at work, she was not holding back. She was raising her hips to accept each of my thrusts and, despite our enthusiasm, the bed still remained silent and steady. I managed to find some stamina I didn’t expect to still have after such a long day and busy night but I definitely wasn’t trying to draw things out. I was savoring the pleasure, which was increasing as her pussy continued to become hotter and wetter the closer she got to cumming. It was no surprise that she’d presumably be cumming before I did but I expected to be pretty close after her.

Even if I hadn’t been able to feel that she was getting very close to cumming, I’d have known from the change in pitch of her moaning. Whereas she’d started out with long, low moans, the noises emanating from her mouth had become more like rhythmic cries or gasps. Right before she came, however, she went briefly silent, like she was holding her breath, then let out a long, passionate cry. Her pussy was flooded with additional lubrication so, as I continued fucking her, the pleasure intensified for me. There was no way I’d be able to fuck her long enough for her to cum again but I was certain that this was not going to be an issue. Her orgasm was a typically long and intense one so, as I felt my own continue to build, I knew she’d be more than content. By the time she started coming back down, my cock was swelling even more and I was fucking her harder.

I definitely would have enjoyed fucking her for longer but I didn’t try to hold back as my orgasm continued to build. When I finally started spewing into her with a grunt, the level of pleasure was incredibly high and I was savoring every moment of it. I continued thrusting, spurting inside her, then remained over her for a moment once I was spent, my cock softening and slipping out of her. After a moment, I rolled off next to her and we just lay there, both of us recovering and relishing another hot session. She finally got up so that she didn’t leave a stain on the bedspread so I also got up and wiped my cock off with tissues. We went ahead and did our ablutions so that we could get to bed and I was happy that I didn’t have to set an alarm for the next morning. We crawled under the covers and turned out the light and were out almost immediately.

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It can be hard to identify the beginning of a memory. Life doesn’t stop, and experiences accumulate, but we remember precious few. Looking back, my memory started when I recognized that I cared about my outfit.

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His comment was cute, and sincere, and funny, but my giggle was extended because of my own thought process: I knew I shouldn’t have cared. But I did. I was happy that my attire was friendly, maybe even a bit flirty. I laughed because it shouldn’t have mattered that I was wearing a bright yellow sleeveless wrap dress, but I sure loved it when he called it a sundress. I love the sun.

“Are you serious?” I smiled.

“Yep – totally serious.”

I paused to consider his thought, then wondered if it was just a good line, so I asked him to repeat it.

“Repeat it?”

“Yes, I just want to be sure I get it.”

“It’s not rocket science, gorgeous.”

And there it was, the fifth time he commented positively on my appearance. But I would not be put off. “I don’t care what type of science it is – I’d like to hear it again”.

“I think you’re dressed for that book. It’s a beautiful fall day, warmer than usual, and you’re rocking a sundress. You’re holding on to a season, Love, but that season is passing. You’re casting wonderful shadows backward, but the future is inevitable. That’s how you look, and that’s your book.”

I was a bit shocked. Not just that he knew the book, but because he seemed too young for such a deep perspective. “I’ve never focused on the good-bye aspect, I’ve focused more on the philosophy.” I replied.

“You have to start with the good-bye! Almustafa dishes on all those topics because homeboy is about to leave.” I was surprised by how well he knew Gibran’s The Prophet. “And I think that’s the trick, sweetheart: all good-byes should leave us with memories.”

My good-bye was almost overdue. Afternoon’s light had long faded and I needed to leave my sanctuary, the library, and head home. “I really like your perspective. Thanks for sharing it. I have to head home.”

“Not yet.” He pleaded as bahis siteleri I stood.

“I’m afraid I have no choice.”

“Alright. But I’ll walk you to your car.” I was flattered, but shook my head no.

“I won’t take no for an answer. It’s dark outside, the parking lot isn’t well-lit, and a pretty girl should never walk alone.”

I smiled both my acceptance and my surprise. I haven’t been called a girl for a long time, and certainly not by someone less than half my age.

We walked in silence at first. Once I played through the randomness of our meeting, and the ease of our conversation, I became aware of his presence. His face was kind, and almost familiar. His gait was strong, and his movements confident. He was tall with a runner’s body. He spoke as we left the building.

“Did you see that?”

“See what?” I asked.

“Every guy in there wanted to be me. It was fucking awesome.”

“I’m not sure …”

“Yes you are. They wanted to be me because you’re so hot.”

I was becoming a bit nervous, and then more so when he put his hand in the small of my back. “Don’t tell me that you don’t notice how men look at you.”

I was in stunned silence as he continued. “Seriously, girl, everyone wants you.”

His comments were less flirty now, and more overtly sexual. And even with the Police Station right across the street, I was concerned with the darkness enveloping my car, which was still a good distance across the lot.

“Everything about you – from your blonde hair, to that tight body wrapped in that sundress, to your gorgeous legs screams goddess.”

His hand was firm on my back as we continued to walk. “I don’t want this walk to end.”

“That’s really sweet, but we’re almost at my car.”

The edge of the lot was hedged and I had backed into the spot. When we arrived he moved me quickly to the back of the car. We were invisible. “Not yet, baby girl, I don’t want you to leave.” He whispered.

I shouldn’t have given in, but I didn’t think he would hurt me. “All good-byes should leave us with canlı bahis siteleri memories.” My heart was racing, and when he pulled close to kiss me I stopped him.

“I’m married.” And though newly separated, this was still true.

“I don’t care.”

When he tried to kiss me again I turned my head – and he turned the rest of my body. Now facing the car, he began to kiss the back of my neck and my ears. I felt that he’d stop if I asked, but I didn’t ask.

My lack of struggling encouraged him, and my moan when he grabbed my breast told him all he needed to know.

My nipples responded to his assault, and he responded by squeezing them harder. Unconsciously, I pushed my hips back into his. When he felt this he grinded hard into my trapped body.

Pulling my body back slightly, he reached around and began to rub me through my dress. The constant attention of his hands and lips were all that I could focus on, and I gave myself to the moment. If he couldn’t tell from my breathing and movements, he certainly knew how excited I was when he hiked up my dress.

“Goddam, girl, you’re fucking dripping.” To cement his point, he raised his fingers to my lips. I sucked on them.

He pulled my panties down to my knees, and lifted the back of my dress. I heard his zipper open and his pants get pushed down. He grabbed my hips, and although I couldn’t separate my legs very far, it didn’t matter. He ran his cock through my wetness until it found home. “The time for teasing is over, baby girl.”

But teasing is what he did. I pushed back on him, but he let no more than a hint of his head enter me. I soon understood. He draped his right arm over my shoulder and took hold of my left breast. He then circled my waist with his left hand and began rubbing my clit.

While stimulating me, he held me down. He did this to prepare me for his cock. With his first thrust, his girth almost made me scream. His second thrust exposed his length. The third put him in place, close to my body, legs straddling mine, cock buried painfully deep.

He güvenilir bahis started slowly, but that wouldn’t last. In short order he was fucking me, and I was meeting his thrusts – cautiously. It was a tightly constrained dance, each of his movements designed to give me pleasure, and I responded as any animal would. I exploded on him.

When I did he pressed deep into me and stopped thrusting. His fingers and lips continued to work on me, but he allowed my contractions to work him deeper inside. When my climax subsided, he began again.

His fucking was animalistic, powerful, passionate. The sound of his body slapping mine, and the feelings he was forcing my body to experience was almost too much. I thought I might climax again before him, but I was wrong. His final thrust lifted me to the tips of my toes, and the pressure of his release signaled the start of mine.

Our bodies bucked together for another minute, and it might have been two before I was down off my tiptoes. I could still feel him when he pulled from me – the warm air rushing to fill the void. I remained facing the car as he pulled up my panties.

The reality of the moment was setting in. Although an amazing experience, he was a stranger, and too young for me, and my first lover since my separation. I was starting to put my world back together as he spoke.

“Thank you, baby girl, that was amazing. You are amazing, Sandy, I’ll never forget this.”

My blood ran cold as he walked away. I never told him my name.

=======================

Within a few days I had convinced myself that I must have let my name slip early in the conversation. And other than being embarrassed by my behavior, and grateful that we weren’t caught, I was coming to terms with it. Or so I thought as I did the dishes.

I heard the front door open, and my beautiful daughter bellow. “Mom! Guess who is back in town.” And with those words I knew. My blood ran cold again as I mouthed the name Jason while she yelled it.

“Hey Mrs. P.” He said, as he walked into the kitchen. “Hi Jason.” I replied to my library lover. “You look so different I hardly recognize you.”

“I get that a lot, Mrs. P.”

“Mom – he’s not just visiting! He’s back.”

“Is that true, Jason?”

“Sure is. I took a few gap years, but now I’ve been accepted to Merrimack. We’ll be neighbors again for at least four years.”

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Lew in the Morning

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This is a continuation of Old Friends, New Lovers – the morning after…

*

I awoke to three sensations at once. The cool, salt air caressing my naked back, lips sucking on my ear lobe and fingers tracing the outline of my thighs. I had the same smile on my face I had fallen asleep with. Lew’s warm body against me.

I opened my eyes to see the red of the alarm staring back at me – 5:34. Lew whispered, “Good morning beautiful.” Was I dreaming? I had thought about this moment for a long time. Waking with him, naked, our bodies melded together.

I rolled towards him, “Morning.” He kissed me softly on the mouth. Now I was worried about morning breathe. I lowered my chin and he kissed my eyes and my forehead, the sheet sliding down to my thighs. The morning air making goose bumps on my skin.

“Be right back.” I whispered and kissed his chest. I rose and walked to the bathroom. Looked in the mirror, splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth with toothpaste and my fingers. Pausing for a minute to watch the water drip off my chin. Was I really here? After all these years, in this place with him.

Now fully awake and nervous and anxious to return to his side, I opened the door and walked towards the bed. He had his chin in his hand, propped up on an elbow, sheet around his waist. He watched me walking towards türkçe bahis him.

I felt my face flush as I self-consciously slide back into bed. His arms enveloping me as he began kissing my face. I tilted my head, my eyes meeting his, my mouth searching for his. His kiss was so warm and inviting. I couldn’t kiss him enough.

His hand stroking my cheek and eyelids as his tongue parted my lips and searched the inside of my mouth. The electricity of the kiss warming me from inside, all the way to my toes. It felt like a first kiss every time. I could stay in this moment just kissing forever I thought.

“I love kissing you.” He said against my mouth, as if reading my mind. My kissing became more feverish, my body pressing against the entire length of him. The sun began rising against the ocean, chasing the shadows from our room. The sound of the ocean lapping at the sand in the background.

My tongue chasing his, licking at his lips. His hand sliding into my hair, pulling my mouth to him. His other hand sliding down my back, circling the tattoo at the base of my spine. His knee slide between my legs, parting my thighs. I could feel my warmth and wetness against his lower thigh.

He kissed my neck, nipping at my collar bone, his leg pressing into me. My back arched against him as his hand slide over iddaa siteleri my hip, squeezing my waist and then sliding between my thighs. Pushing my legs further apart.

I moaned into the morning as he slide one finger and than another into me. I pushed against his fingers, wanting more. Feeling my face flush more as the feelings overtook me and I starting losing control.

He pulled his head back, smiling, nodding a little. “Let it go, uh-huh.”

I bucked against his hand, harder and harder as he slide another finger into me. Feeling his fingers filling me up. His knuckles sliding into my wetness as he began twisting his fingers slowly back and forth. His thumb rubbing my pulsing clit in circles.

“Oh, oh, I am going to cum. Harder, faster with your fingers, please.” I heard those words coming from my mouth and didn’t believe it was me. I was totally being selfish and lost in the feelings his fingers made inside me.

We locked eyes as I arched my back and pushed down onto his fingers, his hand against my pelvic bones. My face reddened even more as I gushed on him. My breasts against his chest.

He laughed slightly as he took my nipple in his mouth at the height of my orgasm. As the orgasm waned, I collapsed on his arm, my chest heaving, eyes closed. He kissed my face. Brushed the deneme bonusu veren siteler hair off my cheek.

“You look so sexy right now. That half smile on your face, your hair fanned on the pillow.” He said in between kisses. I could feel him hard against my hip. He rolled onto me, rocked back onto his knees, the sheet sliding off of us. My knees pulled up against his hips.

I looked at him as he gazed between my thighs. He ran his hands down my thighs, pulling me open as he slide into me and down onto my body. I raised my mouth to meet his as he entered me totally. Still riding the tide from the last orgasm and feeling the pull inside me as another one began to rise.

My body no longer under my control. Our bodies in sync, his mouth hot on mine. A ray of sun had found its way between the curtain, shining on his gray and black hair. Cutting a path of golden color across our ribs.

“Hmmmmmmmmm, yes, yes.” I uttered against his shoulder. Feeling him thrusting deeper into me. The curtains fluttered open with the increasing breeze.

“Cum again, with me.” He responded to my moans.

My hips rose to meet him as my head thrashed against the pillow. The wave washed over me as I felt him empty into me. For a moment I was aware of nothing but my insides pulling him into me, and the tingling of the orgasm.

He laid breathless, his forehead against my neck, I kissed the top of his head. I could feel my heart beating, my breathe shallow as we remained joined together. I listened to the waves breaking on the shore, the seagulls calling to one another; and thought – I could definitely get used to this.

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Summer Shore Sex Pt. 01

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The summer after I graduated high school, I went to stay down the shore with my mother, brother Tim and my brother’s friend Ed for a weekend. We were staying with Mr. and Mrs. Carsillo (my mom’s friend) and her husband, their daughter Valeri, and their daughter’s friend Jenny. My brother and his friend were both 16 and in the same grade as the two girls, so they already knew each other, but didn’t run in the same circles. When we got to the house, we got our rooms (the two boys together, the two girls together, Mr and Mrs Carsillo got the big bedroom, and my mom and I each got our own rooms). I could already see it was gonna be a long weekend as there was only two bathrooms and I had to share the main bathroom with the four other kids. The master bath was connected to the main bedroom and the room my mom was using.

After getting all ready to go to the beach, we took two cars. I drove my mom’s car with the other kids and the adults all went together. We got to the beach and picked out a nice spot away from most other people. Tim and Ed immediately ran off to do their thing and attempt to hit on girls.

I took out my cd player and laid out my towel. As I lay there with my shades on, I watched the women strip down to their bathing suits.

Valeri was wearing a floral print bikini and had long dark brown hair to go with her dark eyes and completely tanned athletic body. Jenny had on a navy blue bikini and had milky white skin and long red hair. They couldn’t have looked any different. Jenny being the go-getter of the two insisted they take a couple chairs and go tan down by the water to see hot guys. Mr. Carsillo looked like a Hawaiian tourist and sat reading the paper. My mom had just finished taking her shirt off and was about to undo her shorts when she stopped abruptly and laid out on her towel. I turned my head to see what made her stop and saw Mrs. Carsillo stepping out of her shorts and sitting down into a chair next to her husband.

She looked amazing, red bikini, long dark hair and completely tanned like Valeri. She was also in great shape and unlike Valeri, who was about a 34B, she had a nice full 36D. My mom was obviously self conscious, since while she was pretty and large breasted herself, she was nowhere near as bold or fit as Mrs. Carsillo.

I tried not to stare at Mrs. Carsillo and just focus on my music. I must’ve fallen asleep, because I woke up to an argument between Mr. and Mrs. Carsillo. My mom and the kids were packing up and she was using her eyes to rush me along as well. We all squeezed into one of the cars and left Mr. and Mrs. Carillo behind. I had overheard conversations between my mom and Mrs Carsillo that she argued often with him, but had never seen it in person.

When we got back, mom told us all to get ready to go to the boardwalk. We were going to play mini golf before walking around and having dinner. It was only about 2pm, so were a couple hours ahead of schedule. I didn’t really want to wander the boardwalk for so long, but I reluctantly agreed to go anyway. As it was finally my turn to take a shower, I was disappointed to find no hot water left. I wasn’t taking a cold shower, but everyone else wanted to go. I insisted they go and I would get a ride with Mr. and Mrs. Carsillo. My mom didn’t want to argue with me and took the other four with her.

I sat outside listening to my music for about a half hour before I went in to try the water. Thankfully the hot water was restored. I figured I’d take this time to jerk off too. I couldn’t get the images of Valeri and Mrs. Carsillo in their bikinis out of my head. A combination canlı bahis of the warm water and the warm sun shining down through the window behind me felt really good as I stroked my cock. I was so hard and every stroke felt great until I shot my load against the translucent shower curtain.

As I exhaled from my final burst, I heard the bathroom door slam shut. My eyes popped open and shut off the water.

“Oh my god, is somebody in here?” a woman’s voice asked.

“Mrs. Carsillo? Is that you?”

I could make out the outline of her body through the curtain and just stood there frozen.

“Rick? What are you doing here? I thought everyone was gone,” she said as she danced around a little bit.

“I had to wait for the hot wa . . .”

“Sorry, hun I have to pee really bad,” she blurted out as I heard her unzip her shorts and saw her dash to the toilet next to the shower.

I quickly pulled the curtain over further to ensure she couldn’t see inside. I just stood there and listened so I would know when she was finished and I could get out to grab a towel. I didn’t hear anything.

“Mrs. Carsillo, you still there?”

“Rick, hun, could you turn on the water? It’s kinda hard to go with you right there.”

I turned on the water, “Yeah no problem, as I was saying there was no hot water before so I told everyone else to go without me and I would just catch a ride with you and Mr. Carsillo.”

“Uh Rick? could you not say anything either?”

“Sure, sorry I will just shut up now.” I just kinda stared quietly at her outline sitting on the toilet. All I could think of was how she was ‘right there’ with her shorts around her ankles. I wondered if she had any tan lines, or if she had any hair around her pussy. I felt the blood rushing back to my cock. I still didn’t hear anything except the shower. Maybe she was done already.

“All good Mrs. Carsillo?”

“Not yet,” she said with frustration.

“Is it because you can still see my outline through the curtain? If you hand me a towel, I’ll just get out of here real quick.”

“I did have my eyes closed to help me picture you not here, but yes I can make see your whole outline from your head to your . . .”

Her voice just kinda drifted off. I instantly realized that I had turned my body so that she could make out my hand slowly stroking my cock and I turned back away from her.

She picked up where she left off. “. . . Well I can see your whole outline and I don’t want you to come out here and see me half naked on the toilet.”

And then I heard the familiar sound of someone peeing. As I turned the water off, I noticed she hadn’t moved yet.

“Tell Mr. Carsillo it’ll only take me like five minutes to be ready to go.”

“He had a work emergency, he had to drive back North,” she said angrily, then got up zipped up her shorts and left.

I got out of the shower and wrapped myself up in the towel. I held my beach clothes in front of me to hide the half hard on I had, just in case she was in the hallway. As I went to enter my room, I heard a loud crash come from further down the hall and ran to see what happened. As I got to her room the door was slightly open, I made sure my towel was secure before slowly pushing it open.

“Mrs. Carsillo, are you ok?” I saw a glass shattered on the floor by the far wall and she was sitting on her bed fighting back some tears. “Let me clean that up for you.”

“Leave it,” she sniffled.

I sat on the bed next to her and just held her hand. She sniffed and then looked up at me with kaçak iddaa her eyes slightly welled up with tears. She laid her head on my shoulder and took a deep breath. I put my arm around her and held her tight.

“I’m just going to rest my eyes for a bit,” she said as she put her head down on my thigh.

She looked amazing to me, as I stroked her hair with my fingers, in her shorts and bikini top. She was more than just sexy in that moment. It was something about her vulnerability that made me want her more, but not just in a sexual way (though I had to shift her head toward my knee as my cock got hard again). After a couple minutes the back of her head grazed my cock as she got up. She stared into my eyes and I kissed her on the cheek as I got up to leave.

“You’re a strong, beautiful woman Mrs. Carsillo, just remember that.”

She looked at me with a little bit of shock and awe as I left.

“You’re old enough now, just call me Felicia.” she smiled as I turned to walk out the door. “And Rick, thank you.”

I just smiled back at her and held my towel tight as I walked out the door, not even thinking about my obvious hard on.

After I got back to my room, I put on my boxer briefs and shorts and used the mirror to fix my hair. I admired my physique in the mirror as I was 18, 6’3 and in great shape thanks to varsity track and field. After putting on a nice button down shirt. I went back to Mrs. Carsillo’s room to check her status and just as I was about to knock she opened the door.

“I was about to take a quick shower when I realized something,”

“What’s that Mrs. Carsillo?”

“I said you can call me Felicia,” she said softly as she then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.

I was surprised and while I enjoyed her lips on mine and her tongue slightly sticking into my mouth, I pulled her off of me.

“Felicia, we shouldn’t,” I proclaimed, while my inner voice yelled “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!”

“You don’t have to be all noble with me, Rick. I saw the outline of your cock through the curtain and felt it before. I know you want this too.”

She began to unbutton my shirt and kiss my chest. I grabbed her wrists and pulled them off of me and she just pulled back and sat on the bed. She began to massage my crotch with her bare foot and my eyes rolled with excitement. I let go of her wrists and she slid off my shirt and began to kiss and nibble my chest and stomach as she undid my shorts and let them drop. She licked and put her lips on my cock through my briefs. I untied her top and took it off of her. Her breasts her completely tanned with only slight sag to them. I took turns fondling each one as she pulled down my briefs.

“Mmm, now that’s a nice cock.” She then proceeded to lick my shaft up and down, kissing the tip before licking and sucking on each of my balls.

I picked her up into my arms and kissed her passionately before laying her back down on the bed. We just kissed and felt each other’s warm embrace. She would give the occasional stroke to my cock and I would kiss her ear lobe and down each side of her neck. I played with her nipples and squeezed her breasts as I kissed her collar bone. I unbutton her shorts and pulled them off. Her bikini bottoms were completely soaked through. I sucked her clit and juices right through them as she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair.

I untied the bottoms and let them fall away as I kissed all around her neatly trimmed pussy. The bikini tan line just made me hotter. I licked all around and felt her kaçak bahis thighs get tighter around my head as her back arched.

“That feels so good, I want you to lick my pussy so bad.”

I waited a little longer before sucking on her clit and sliding two fingers into her moist slit. Her thighs got tighter and her back arched even more and she moaned louder and louder.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m going to . . . . . . YESSSSSSS!!” Her body became limp and she exhaled deeply. “That was great, Rick. Now fuck me with that beautiful cock of your.”

With that request I turned her on her side and got behind her. I slowly slid my cock into her soaking wet pussy. As I slowly penetrated her in and out, I kissed the back of her neck. I also pulled her in closely as I fondled her left breast with my hand. Our hips moving in rhythm as we fucked. At this point I was happy I had jerked off earlier because it was helping me last longer. I pulled out and put her on her knees with her face down on the bed. I softly kissed her ass cheeks, noticing she only had a slight tan light from what was probably a thong. I smacked each cheek and watched her wince with each blow. Once they were each a little pink, I spread her cheeks and began to tongue her asshole and finger her pussy.

“Oh my what are you doing?” She blurted out with surprise.

“Just relax you’re going to enjoy this,” I promised as I continued to lick around and penetrate her tight hole with my tongue.

I felt her relax and cheeks eased their tension and with a few more licks and then slid my cock in her pussy and fucked it vigorously. After several in and out motions, she was moaning again. I then pulled out and felt her juices with my hand.

“Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum again.” she protested.

I licked the juices off my fingers and rubbed some more on her asshole before sliding my cock back into her pussy, but this time after a couple pumps a slid my thumb into her asshole. She perked right up onto all fours.

“OH MY GOD, that . . .”

“OH MY GOD!”

“OH MY . . . ” She collapsed instantly and I pulled out my cock. I laid down beside her holding her tightly.

“No one’s ever done that before. You know with my ass.”

“What did you think?” I inquired, hoping she liked it.

“It was really weird as first, but then it felt really good especially as you were fucking me and then I felt your thumb go in.”

We laid there and kissed for a little bit before we hopped in her shower together. We rinsed the sweat and sex off our bodies. We took turns rubbing each other down with the wash cloth.

As we towel dried ourselves and she stroke by cock a little, she asked, “Did you cum?”

“No, but it’s ok. I had actually jerked off in the shower before and I was more than happy to get you off.”

“In the shower? When I was on the toilet?” She gave me a very inquisitive and accusatory look.

“No, No, before you even came in, but I was thinking about you,” and Valeri I thought and kept to myself. I smiled and started to get dressed again.

She just smiled and started to get dressed as well. She put on matching lace purple bra and panties.

“At least I know what I’ll be picturing you in tonight,” I smirked.

“I figured you’d be picturing this,” and she pulled her panties down, bent over and spread her cheeks, before standing back up right and putting on a pair of khaki shorts.

“Yeah, you’re right, that’s better.”

She smiled and put on a black v neck t-shirt that was quite tight and didn’t leave much to the imagination.

It was about 4pm and we headed over to the boardwalk, after about a half hour we ran into my mom and the girls. We exchanged a look, smiled and looked away.

To Be Continued…

*****

As always the names have been changed to protect the people in the story.

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