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This is a true story of an event that happened to me a few hours ago. It was one of those amazing incidents that will live in my mind forever. First let me set it up for you.

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I was alone this night. My wife of 35 years was staying overnight in the city with a bunch of office friends. It was cool, you know. She needed a night off anyway. We’d been having marital problems for the last few months. Now, things were improving since we began marriage counseling. She’s been menopausal and vaguely unhappy with everything and everybody. That is except sex. Our sex was great and lately it was gourmet. In fact, I had taken her in the shower just this morning and made her hum. Not bad for a Viagra free 56 year old.

Given all of this, I was now wandering around the mall in no rush to go home to an empty house. I was looking for a little something for my wife and had already passed through Victoria’s Secret. I bought her a little sleep teddy of silk and I knew she’d like it. The marriage counselor had suggested that I do little things. He also suggested that I keep revving up our sex by doing things differently; by adding spice. It was this thought that brought me into Border’s at around seven p.m.

I was thinking of just looking through sex manuals and books for a new idea. I found the “Relationships/Sexuality” section in the back. It was in a quiet corner of the store and there was a small bench under a pool of light. I was alone. I began to pull books out and go through them. Some were very graphic and pictorial and some were very clinical and boring. I went for the graphic.

I found myself reading about oral sex techniques. (My wife loves my tongue and I enjoy making her cum with it more than anything in the world. On several occasions over the years, she has flooded my mouth with copious fluid. The scent alone can make me cum.) I figured I could always use a new tip or two and the book was wonderfully graphic, with color photos of beautiful vaginas and little black arrows and patterns. I found myself getting a bulge. I looked around to see if I was still alone when a young woman came from around the bookshelf into my aisle. I quickly took the book and sat down on the bench to read it. I adjusted my black leather jacket to obscure my erection.

She had her back to me as she moved along the books coming to rest in front of me where the Sexuality books were. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties, blonde, not a bad figure but a little hippy. Just a typical suburban soccer mom. I noticed her choice of reading was a new sex guide book by one of the stars of “Sex In The City” who’s name I forget. I went back to my pictures of pussies.

After about five minutes or so, she was reaching for a book when the ones she was holding all fell to the floor. I put my book down and went to help her retrieve them. One book she scooped up and held was a guide to sex written by a gay man and directed toward married women. I looked at her and saw her wedding band immediately. Somewhat surprised, I saw her notice mine. I said to her, “Marriage is a bitch, isn’t it?” She laughed and the tension was broken. Looking at the title in her hands and then to my book, she asked, “So what are you reading?” I picked up my book and showed her the page of cunnilingual lessons. I said, “I’m looking for a new technique or two so I can send my wife to the stars.”

“Oooh. Lucky her. My marriage counselor told me to come up with some new tricks. He said it could make my husband attentive again.” She said this calmly and informatively but there was a trace of disappointment in her voice.

“Well, my marriage counselor suggested that I keep spicing things up, that it would help to relax my wife and easy her current depression.” Pointing to one of the illustrations, I said, “Whatever it takes, you know. It’s my pleasure.”

She sat down on the bench next to me. She looked like she needed a friend. “I don’t know,” she said, “He complains about the way I go down on him so I thought I might read up on it. This looks like the right person for the job. …Whatever it takes…”

I took the book from her hands and flipped to pictures and descriptions of blow jobs and tongue techniques. Fortunately, my stiffy was not noticeable under kırşehir escort my coat.

“It looks like the right technique to me,” I said and added jokingly, “and I am an expert in the receiving end.” She laughed. “So what are you doing wrong?” She looked at me for a moment or two, kind of sizing me up and asked if I would like to join her for some coffee. Sure, why not, I figured.

We got our coffee and sat down. “Don’t you have to get home to your wife?”

“No, she’s in the city tonight with the girls…staying over. I’m just bopping around buying her things like this (I lifted the teddy from the bag) and looking for oral sex tips.”

“Your wife is so lucky. I wish my guy was so attentive. He’s just so wrapped up in work and the kids sports…I seem to be pushed aside. The counselor said this was one way to get him back.”

“Don’t you have to go home to them?”

“No. He and the boys are in Cooperstown for the weekend. I have a seminar to attend tomorrow. So I’m here, same as you. Can I ask you something? Does you wife give you good blow jobs? What makes them good? I wish I knew what I’m missing here.”

“The answer is yes, she gives me great head…yes, she enjoys it a lot and has always loved to swallow, as to what makes them good….? These days though my wife seems to hate or resent me…sorry, I don’t want to add to your unhappiness. What does your husband say? What does he want you to do?

“He’s not very vocal about it and, to tell you the truth, neither am I.”

“Let me ask you this. Do you cum? Does he?”

“Oh he always cums. Even if he saws me in half sometimes, he always comes. I’ve taken to faking my orgasms at times just to make him feel good about our sex.”

“Do you cum by masturbating”

“Well…when he’s gone to work and the boys are in school, sometimes I do.”

“Good. You know, my wife and I have a sex about four times a week but I still masturbate all the time. I like to cum. It centers me. There’s nothing wrong with it. Someone once said that it is sex with someone you love.”

She looked down into her coffee. “I think this is a fascinating conversation, don’t you?”

“In a million years, I would not have considered this happening. It is fascinating and interesting to hear an honest female point of view. So what’s wrong with your blow jobs?”

Grinning, she said, “I really feel like I trust you and I don’t even know you! He says that I don’t suck him fast enough and he wants to cum in my mouth but he can’t. So he gives up and then mounts me, bounces up and down on me, cums and rolls over. I think twice since we’re married did he come in my mouth and both times, it shocked me and I spit it right out. If I make like I’m cumming too, he’ll come faster. I don’t know how I can suck on him faster. The last time I tried, my teeth kept hurting him. That’s it in a nutshell and I don’t feel any embarrassment, although I think I should.”

“Hmm. I thing the first thing you should concern yourself with is slowing him down. Sex should be leisurely and relaxed at times, and at other times, ferocious. Also, you two have to start telling each other what you like and what feels good. You should show him and he should show you. You know, this isn’t something they taught us in school. As far as your technique goes, have you tried sucking him around the head of his penis and stroking him faster to orgasm? Or have you rubbed a vibrator along and around his balls while you suck on him? Those sure speed up my orgasm.”

She thought about this for a while and finally said, “No, I never tried that…how obvious…”

“I hope I didn’t make you feel bad…you seem to be sad suddenly.”

“No…no, not at all. I was just thinking…would you be willing to come home with me to continue this conversation…and maybe teach me a little?…I can’t believe I just asked you that. I’ve never been with another man in any intimate way beside my husband. I’m sorry…forget I asked.”

I was nonplussed to be sure, but not stupid. I quietly said to her, “Why don’t we consider ourselves sexual surrogates and we’ll each be a part of our therapy? I don’t think it’s a good idea that we go to your house or mine. We should be in a neutral malatya escort space. How about you and I, normal average suburbanites, go over to the motel a couple of blocks away and take a room for a few hours? No strings, no games, just research…and feeling good.”

“…I could tell him I was shopping if he calls and I’m not there. I’ve got lots of boxes in the car already…I could do this…” The was quiet for a long time when I put out my arm.”Shall we?” And. “Let’s,” she said.

We drove in my car a couple of blocks away and I paid up front and got the key to a room for three hours. I drove to the room and we entered. I closed the door and double locked it. I took her coat and asked her to sit down on the bed. She watched me as I begin to disrobe. I got down to my Calvin’s and was surprised that I was not hard. “I feel so special,” she said. I walked over to the night table and turned on the light. I then dropped my drawers.

Soft, I hung limply to the side. “I want to show you something,” I said as I pointed to the vein running under my dick, “Now I want you to lightly run your fingernail along this vein.” She tentatively did as I asked as I held my dick up. As she ran her nail, I began to get hard. In a few moments, I was at my full seven inches.

“Your thing is a lot like my husbands but yours is a little fatter around.”

“Don’t call it a “thing”, let me hear you call it a “cock” or a “dick” or a “penis.”

“Ha, I don’t talk like that, but okay…Your cock head looks similar.”

“Good. Now run your nail lightly around the edge of the crown, where my foreskin was once.” As she did that, the head pulsed, flushed and got redder. “See what you can do with a dick?”

I sat down on the bed and propped myself up with pillows. I pulled my cock up and took my balls in my other hand. “If you’re nice and gentle with them, they’ll be good to you, too. I want you to gently run your hand around them…that’s it…yes, cup your palm…yes, trace the outline in the sac…good. Stop. I don’t want to cum yet.”

“I want you to stand up and strip for me. Keep me hard.”

She stood up and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. “Wait, don’t be methodical…close your eyes and become sexy…strip for me sexy…put your head in a sexy place.”

For the next five minutes, she put on a show for me. Occasionally, I would call out to her little things to do, …wow, you are so hot…what great tits…no stretch marks…nice…turn around and bend over…let me look at your sweet ass…nice…pinch your nipple for me…make them hard and big…” Finally, we were both naked. I got up from the bed, put my arms around her and we stood for a few minutes holding each other. I took her hand and led her to the bathroom.

“I have to pee. Hold me dick while I pee.” She did. I then turned on the shower to very hot and let the bathroom steam up. While it was steaming up, I ran my hands along her body and stroked her while she did the same to me. When it was very steamy and we were warm and wet, and very turned on, I turned off the shower and slowly toweled her down, all the while slowly massaging her. I led her back to the bedroom and he hopped on the bed.

“I’m going to show you something that will drive your husband wild. We’re both clean and this is an uninhibited zone so stay with me, okay?”

“Whatever you say, my professor.”

“Ok. I’m going to get on my hands and knees and I want you to explore my ass.” She lightly ran her hands around my buttocks. “Ok, now run your finger around my asshole…yes, nice…see how that keeps me hard?…Now with one hand, stroke my cock….good…very good…ok, now put one finger in your mouth and lick it up good. I want you to run your finger into my ass…I want you to find my prostate gland…easy, easy!…good…good…ooo…a little more…ooooh, do you feel that?”

“Wow, I can’t believe how hard your cock got.” She started to stroke me briskly. “No. Stop. Take your finger out….oooh, that feels great….oooh.” I rolled over and told her to prop herself up while I lay in front of her, my face about a foot from her pussy.

“I want you to masturbate in front of me. I want you to tell me how you do it while you’re doing niğde escort it. But first, I want you to put one finger in your pussy and then lick it off.”

“Eeeew. I’ve never done that…but I’ve already done a few things I’ve never done before so…” She licked her finger clean. “I want you to remember that taste.” I then placed two fingers in her pussy, rubbed along her g-spot, and then licked them off. “Now, jerk off for me and vocalize as you do it…tell me what makes you feel good.”

“I like to rub my clit with my palm first…I make circles with it…oooh…after a while, I pull my lips open with my other hand and start to do this.” She lightly tapped her index finger on the top of her clit. That seemed to set her off into a deeper masturbation. Her pussy was getting all wet and her scent was strong.

“I want you to lick your finger again…smell it first…strong isn’t it.” I moved up next to her and put my arms around her. I brought her lips to mine and we slowly began to swap spit. My hands kneaded her nipples…she was humping me. I ran a finger along her slit and she was sopping. I moved to the side and got on my knees in front of her, my dick bobbing in her face. She reached out and held it. “Smell it…sniff it…run your tongue around the head like you did with your finger before…oooh…good…yes, move down along that vein…yes, yes…aaah…lightly, lightly…yes, run your tongue around my balls, lightly take one in your mouth…yes…good…and back up…yes…take as much in your mouth as you can…down slowly…good…keep your teeth behind your lips…good…I’m starting to come…I feel it rising…when I come…don’t swallow it…leave it in your mouth…hold it there…yes, yes…”

With her lips wrapped around the head and her deliberate stroking…and the finger snaking up my ass, I began to cum, filling her mouth until it was leaking out the sides. I slowly pulled out of her, leaned over and placed her lips to mine. She parted her lips and we shared my salty seed and all the while we were giggling like school kids. “My husband would die if I kissed him with a mouth full of cum.”

“As I see it, we share are fluids and our minds. I’ve tasted my own cum many times after easting my wife’s full pussy. What difference does it make which entrance it came from? I show you this to impart to you to do things in bed that are in your head…without shame or discomfort. Your marriage bed is best therapist.”

I lay on my back as she rocked on top of me. I asked her to squat down on my face. She placed one knee up and rolled her sex along my nose, my lips…I took her ass in my hands and began to tongue her asshole…I rolled down to her vagina and snaked my tongue along the walls…I found her clit and I began to suck on it like a baby to the bottle. My tongue swirled in circles around her clit. I ran my finger into her asshole. With one hand, she pulled the lips apart and I began to imitate her index finger with the tip. She exploded in a flood of pussy juice. Her orgasm was hard and loud as she pressed her sex on my mouth with my nose in her cunt. When she finally got off me, my face was soaked. She leaned over and began to lick and clean my face. “Oh…that was the best orgasm I think I ever had…really, I mean it.”

“You know, if you could get me, a perfect stranger to get you there, think of what hubby can do with just a little direction. All you have to do is show him how.”

For the next hour and a half, we partied and had a wonderful time. She came about four times, I came three times. Not bad for an old hippy? The last time I came it was in her ass, another new experience for her. And then, just like that, we dressed and left.

As we got to her car, she turned to me and said, “I will never forget you, you wonderful man. That was a great experience. I feel like I’ve been on the rides. I think we could go on for hours and hours. I can’t thank you enough and I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I pass his cum back into his mouth. I can’t wait to let him fuck me up the ass. Here, I want you to have these…” She opened her jeans, pulled them down a bit and then just ripped her panties off. She placed them in my face and I breathed in deeply, luxuriating in her essence. She then hopped into her car and took off.

As I said in the beginning, that happened a few hours ago. I had to write it down so I could never lose all the details and forget her. We never even exchanged names. But as long as her panties under my nose retain the scent of her sweet nectar, I won’t.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The room doesn’t matter. It’s dark and could be anywhere. Her phone is turned off, there’s no sense of time and no reason to care. The blinds are closed; a sliver of mid-day sun frames the curtain. The Do Not Disturb sign hangs from the door and the silence is occasionally broken by the faint squeak of the housekeeping cart as it trundles down the hall.

They’re alone.

All that matters is the bed she’s stretched out on, and the dark-haired man that steps slowly around, his green eyes lock down on her. The silence is deafening, they agreed not to speak, and with no music or TV or annoyances all around, all she can hear is his careful movement around the bed. She wonders if he can hear her heart beat faster as he crouches down.

He takes the silk scarf from his suit jacket, and drapes it across her face. She can see his shadow through the red mesh. The scarf cascades from her chin, the fibers tickling at her neck, as he glides it across her white blouse. His hand stops, and carefully smoothes out the scarf across her front. The material molds her bosom; a slight sigh escapes her lips as the palm of his hand cradles her soft breasts. It’s a fleeting sensation that she wants to continue. He can sense her enjoyment and breaks the pressure. The scarf snags on a button as he glides it down to her waist.

Her stocking feet slide together, and her skirt crinkles as she grinds on the bed. His rough hands trace down her skirt and stop. Fingers slowly slide under the hem, and trace the tops of her garters. She gasps as the tips of his fingers find skin. She obeyed him and took her thong off before she even left work and drove to the hotel. A slight smile grows on his face as his fingers move and dance across a sensitive patch and inch closer to her growing warmth.

He bends down to kiss her, soft and sweet, his teeth and tongue play against her bottom lip. Her hands reach and slide across his shoulders. “I want you.” The first utterance since the door closed. And the first rule broken. His body tense like a wire as he pulls away from her touch. His rough hands pin her to the bed, no longer gentle, as he grabs her arms and tugs them above her head. The scarf wraps tight around her wrists and twists and locks. Her eyes watch his every move, but he doesn’t once acknowledge her. His concentration remains on his work as he tests the tension of the knot, and steps back to admire the result. She rests on the bed, with her hands pulled up above her head. Her blouse and skirt wrinkled, the only sound above steady breathing is the abrasion of her stockings as her legs rub together.

Their eyes lock; he licks his lips and breaks the quiet. A soft voice barely masks his hunger. “You don’t say anything. You don’t ask anything. All you do is answer. Is that understood?” She doesn’t respond, but doesn’t look away. His shirt expands as he takes a breath and leans forward, a hand wraps through her chestnut hair. His arm stiffens; her head jerked forward. “I said, do you understand?” She tries to pull away from his grasp, “Yes.” The word stuck rough in her throat.

His hand stays gripped in her hair, as his mouth finds hers. The kiss grows as his hunger rises; his mouth explores the contours of her neck. Fingers begin to clutch and fumble at the buttons on her blouse as her mouth reaches up and finds his ear, her tongue swirls and lips suck at the lobe.

His composure cracks as he rips at her top, the buttons pop and bounce on the sheet. She catches her breath as the cold air hits her skin. His fingertips explore the cut of her bra, shoving the material aside as a nipple rises against his thumb.

She wants him, but can’t move her bound wrists, and is aware enough not to make a sound, not to say a word. If she speaks, he stops. He told her that in the break room, with a sly smile on his face. In the room, his smile is nowhere to be found. She watches his every movement, and can feel his fire burn. As the passion rises, the effect is obvious. Waves of desire pulse and she can feel the result as the material of his dress pants bulges tight.

His hands slide to the back of her bra, and deftly release the clasp. Cold air hits her erect nipples, as a moan escapes him and his warm mouth descends to beat back the chill. His tongue circles an erect nipple and takes her breast deep in his mouth.

Her body writhes on the bed, straining karaman escort for him. His mouth moves across her breasts, in teasing licks and swirls. Wet lips trail a path down her stomach. His hand claws up her thigh, pulling up her skirt. Fingers wrap around the garter, the sensation builds and causes goose-bumps.

His body glides up next to her until his mouth reaches her ear. His hand stays under her skirt, and touches sensitive skin.

“Do you like this?”, he whispers. The answer is obvious. He doesn’t have to ask but she remembers the rules. “Yes.”, she obediently mutters. He explores the wetness around her swollen lips. Her moans sputter and increase as he continues to brush against her clit. “What do you want?” He continues to explore her, warm and wet with desire. Breathing steadily, her face turns to look at him. His body motionless, his green eyes on her, his hand continues to move as her body lifts off the bed with the rhythm. “I want you. I want to feel you inside me.” His fingers punctuate every word, her body eager and ready; her passion mounts with every soft touch. He leans in, a slow kiss; their tongues wrap and explore. He breaks the kiss with a drawn out bite across her lower lip, and watches her. Warm breath on her cheek, his chest hovers above her; his motions sway with her response as his fingers dance and stroke against her.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Sweet kisses along her cheek and the flick of his tongue and nip of his teeth under her chin. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.” She grinds against his hand; her moist mouth reaches and runs along his stubble, teeth bite along his ear. Her voice husky and burning, “Fuck me. God, fuck me. Take me. You can have me any way you want.”

Their mouths come together, deep and wet. He pants against her cheek. “I don’t want you.”, he whispers. The words cloud her thoughts as the focus remains with the movement of his hand. He says it again, he turns away from her, and her body stiffens. A shock flows through her as he breaks the carnal spell, the energy changes. She tries to inch up on the bed, her waist pulls away; legs kick from his touch. “What?”, her puzzled expression morphs to pain.

He snaps at her, and shoves her on the bed; his body weight holds her in place, his hand travels rough and firm under her skirt. A finger slides inside her, wet and inviting. She tries to fight, tries to push away from his touch, but melts as he works the digit back and forth; her pussy engulfs his finger, her body willing. “I said, I don’t want you. What I want is a dirty fucking bitch. That’s what I want. That’s what you are.” His aggression subsides, his fingers glide steadily, a jolt of electricity races through her as he bends his hand and continues the pressure. A second finger slides inside; her back arches and stockings spread on the bed. Hair in her face, her head twists into the pillow as her body responds. A series of moans escape as he flexes and shoves his fingers deep inside.

His mouth at her ear, their bodies move together with the rhythm of his hand. She bucks off the bed as he works faster. “Did you hear me?”. He ends the question with a deep thrust. “Yes.”, she spits out, her bound wrists strain against the bed post, the scarf pulls tighter. She tries to wriggle and force her arms free, but ignores the bonds as his mouth descends and covers her breast. His teeth graze and tongue circles her nipple. His thumb shadows her clit, a constant tease as his soaked fingers continue to thrust and flex inside her. He comes off her breast and stares down at her. Strands of dark hair tickle at her neck. “Then say it. Say the fucking words. You’re my dirty fucking bitch.”

Her eyes burn into his, their rhythm flows together. “No. No, I’m not…I won’t say–“. His hand thrusts harder, fingers work and bend faster, his thumb steady and slow on her swollen clit. Her legs slap together and trap his hand in place as he drives inside her. “Fucking say it.”, he hisses through clenched teeth.

Her face and cheek thrash against a pillow, the pressure intense until the warmth and wetness covers his hand as his fingers continue to work. She moans, “Don’t stop, please, don’t.” Her legs unlock and spread wide, her pussy bucks hard against his hand. “Say it, or I’ll stop. You hear me? Fucking say it.”. The first wave of spasms kars escort race through her, she rolls and kicks on the bed as the orgasm takes control of her rigid body. The words spill from her open mouth. “A bitch. I’m your fucking bitch.”

He glides down on her body, his hands firm, fingers massage as his mouth moves to taste her. His lips kiss along her swollen pussy, inner thighs slick and wet. His tongue slides inside her, a sweet and juicy peach that he steadily savors and devours.

She tries to pull her legs together but his hands shove her far apart as he repositions on the bed and buries his face between her thighs. She pushes into him as his dark head moves with the rhythm of his tongue. His hands glide along her garter as his mouth sucks at her sensitive place. He glances up at her, his nails trace the pattern of her stockings. His face slick; he licks his lips through a smile.

“You’re my fucking whore. Say it. I want to hear you say it.” He moves back down to taste her, a gentle touch on her skin as he blows warm breath across her thighs and begins to play at her clit. She cries out as he swirls and sucks. His moans muffled as he continues the pressure. His arms glide up to her waist and his face continues to grind. “I’m your whore. Fuck me, oh God, fuck me.” She pants at him and bounces on the bed. “Fuck your whore. Fuck your dirty fucking bitch.”

She spasms on the bed, her wrists strain against the red scarf as he claws and kicks off his trousers and pounces on top of her, his stiff cock firm against her thigh. His hands wrap through her hair. His face glistens. “Taste it, Bitch. Taste your pussy. Lick me clean.” His hands tense and he pulls her face to his mouth. Her hunger over the edge, her tongue slides around his cheek and chin. She tastes her sweet nectar as he moves his face across her eager mouth so she can clean every drop. His breath heavy and sharp, his cock throbs as she licks and sucks and bites at his chin.

He grinds against her and positions to slide inside, her pussy warm and eager. “You’re so fucking wet.” He pants, her mouth clamps on his shoulder as he drives in deep. He reaches up and holds onto the knotted scarf as he thrusts into her, hard and steady. Her body moves with the motion, her stockings pull up against his sides and wrap around his lower back, pumping him as he pulses deep inside her.

She spits her words over his shoulder. “Fuck your bitch. Fuck your whore. Fuck me.” The intensity burns and grows, they flow together. He lifts himself up by his hands; his chest hovers above her as they move; their tongues wrap and intertwine as his cock drives steady and sweet. His hands grab and pull at the bed frame, thrusting his entire body forward as his cock works inside her. She feels the orgasm build, his body rigid and slick, beads of sweat glisten. His grunts echo the pressure of his cock.

“Take it, Bitch. I’m going to cum. Fuck. Take it.” His pelvis springs forward; his knees dig into the bed as he pounds into her. She cries out against him, “Cum for me. I want it, give it to me.” He yelps out as he explodes inside her, his cock spasms as cum flows from him. Sweat chills on his back as he whimpers and glides. Her body rises and falls as she feels the pressure subside and the deep tension begins to back off.

He collapses next to her, spent. His leg rubs against hers, the heat from his body warm and inviting. His hand reaches up and tugs at the scarf. He pulls at the knot and wraps the silk free from around her wrists. She flexes and brings them over her head and runs them down the contours of her body. The pads of her fingers explore and glide; he follows her lead with delicate touches across her skin. Heat radiates off his body. His hand cradles and caresses her thigh. They lay spent together in the quiet.

Her head nuzzles against his shoulder, her eyes squint at the dim sunlight that reflects across the ceiling. Her slight movement stirs him; he looks at her with a smile. He reaches out and gently moves the hair from her eyes, “Have you finished the expense reports yet?”

He doesn’t respond to her curious expression. “What did you say?”

“I said, have you finished the expense reports yet?”

She blinks awake, the white glare from her computer screen, the cursor blinks back at her. Her balding Boss in a bad sweater kıbrıs escort vest leans against her cubicle wall. She doesn’t speak as his wingtip nudges her chair. His impatience grows as he waits for an answer. She pulls her face away from the screen and gathers her composure.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Guess I was adrift there for a bit.” She offers him a crooked smile. He doesn’t return one. “Maybe you should day-dream on your own time. Okay? Now I need those reports for the two o-clock meeting. Get on it.”

He doesn’t wait for a response; turns and moves off down the aisle with a false sense of superiority.

She leans back in her squeaky chair. Lines of desks in half-walled cubicles extend forever and fill the vast office warehouse. An army of Worker-bees hunched over individual computer screens, plastic house plants peek above felt walls. Stuffed animals continue their blank stares at a series of crooked Office Motivational posters. A continuous hum and steady streaks of light as a copy machine cranks and spits out page after page.

She stands and mechanically walks past the office battalion, rising to her reality. An occasional bouquet of fresh red roses light up the drab surroundings. A squeal from an unknown co-worker breaks through the monotone. As she approaches one of the cubicles, a heavy-set woman embraces her Hallmark Holiday Bear and blushes crimson as she scans the card. She offers a slight smile to the bear as she passes and makes her way towards the break room, a small nook off the main floor.

Paper cupids aim arrows at the vending machines. Florescent lights hum; the smell of burnt coffee and stacks of Styrofoam cups litter the stained Formica. An open box of chocolates on the counter, the few that remain indented with a fingerprint; a syrupy ooze coagulates. She ignores the heart-shaped box, and reaches for a cup. She hits the plastic lever on the water cooler. Giant bubbles gurgle to the top of the drum.

A deep breath as she sips at her cup. A slight smile breaks on the lip of the cup as her memories resurface. She doesn’t sense the presence behind her. “Looks like somebody didn’t like their chocolate assortment. I always thought part of the thrill was a new sensation with every bite.”

She turns to the voice and masks the thoughts that race through her mind as he approaches her. “Excuse me?” is all that she can muster. He shoves aside a lock of dark hair, his green eyes as soft as his smile. “Sorry. I was just trying to be cute. That was a crash and burn. If you, could let me just-—”. He brushes past her and checks the vending machine for a purchase. He scans through the selections; nothing jumps out at him. She steps aside, trying not to stare, but her focus attuned to his every move.

Vivid images flick through her mind, as she searches for a safe response. “It wasn’t a crash and burn.” A metal can drops and thuds into the bin. He bends and reaches through the slot and brings out the cold can. He looks up at her, and she quickly looks away. Flushed, she starts to turn away. He wants to reach out and stop her but pops the can instead, brings it to his lips and never takes his eyes off of her. “Are you having a nice Valentine’s Day?”

She stops in place and offers a slight nod. “It’s been okay. How about you?” He bridges the gap between them. “Yeah, okay so far. I got a call from my Mom. E-card from my Niece. It’s nice.” She shrugs and looks away.

He steps forward and gently takes her arm. She can feel his touch, an electric jolt races through her body. He reads her reaction. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I probably shouldn’t say this, but since its Valentine’s Day, I guess I will. I saw you the first day I started, two weeks ago”, his eyebrows raise to see if he crossed a line. He didn’t. “And I’ve been hoping to have an excuse to talk to you. And now that I have it, I’m rambling.” He releases his touch and steps back. “I’m sorry, too much, too soon.” He turns back to his drink, shades of embarrassment creep along his collar.

She touches his arm, and he turns and meets her smile. “You didn’t crash and burn. You made my uneventful Valentine’s Day a lot more interesting. Thank you.” She brings her Styrofoam cup to his can, and they silently toast.

Facing each other across the break room, they both take a sip, their eyes locked and hungry. He looks from his Cola to her face. “You wouldn’t be interested in getting a real drink? Maybe after work?”.

Staring, she makes him wait for the answer. “I’ll meet you in the lobby. See you then.” She turns away from his quiet excitement, stops and then asks over her shoulder.

“Do you own a scarf?”

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I introduced Crystal last chapter so I’m going to fast forward a couple months since last time. This chapter might not seem as hot as the last one, but I think it’s kinda needed for the way I’m planning this. Oh yeah and this is still in the past…just closer to “now” than last time.

*

She never wears underwear.

Watching Crystal slip her jeans up her legs and over her tight ass with a little bounce I smile to myself while still lying in bed.

“It’s weird the way life unfolds sometimes.” I have said that or thought it more times than I can count. These past couple months have felt especially weird to me with everything that has happened with Crystal.

We’re dating now. That’s not a bad thing by any means; we fuck like mad multiple times a day. She has a sexual appetite that almost exceeds my own …

Ha ha almost.

“What are you smiling at Pumpkin? See something you like?” Crystal asks while wiggling her weighty breasts playfully towards me.

Heh, Pumpkin. I told her that pet name sounds like something someone’s grandmother would call them. I think that just made her like it even more.

I just smile wider. She really is beautiful. The way her immense eyes seem to sparkle when she looks at me just makes me feel really good inside. Her frame is small making her b cups breasts with dark brown nipples look simply amazing.

Placing one knee on the foot of the bed and leaning in towards me she kisses me aggressively on the lips and slips her tongue inside my open mouth. I take in the electric feel of our passionate kiss and let out a slight groan when she pulls away.

“We are already running late for work, there’s time for that later.” Crystal asserts, making sure her hand brushes over my cock as she slides off the bed with gebze escort a smile.

Work was usual up until about 45 minutes before I was off. I work at the commissary which is basically a fancy military name for grocery store. I’m in back in the produce department and she works up front in customer service. Usually when one of us is done we go to where the other works to see if they are done as well and then quickly slip out before another project to kill time for us can be assigned by a manager.

Tonight I had finished but my manager was sitting in the office so I couldn’t just close down and leave. I was just pretending to look busy shoving a broom around and watching the clock tick by slowly.

I saw Crystal peek in through the back doors so grabbed some boxes like I was going to the trash.

We went to the back break room that is always deserted, espically this late when only the last closers are in the store. I explained how I couldn’t leave yet and Crystal just sighed and looked pouty while glancing again at the clock. Well since she wanted to go home right now I guess she decided that teasing me would help pass the time.

“I just really want to suck your dick. I know you like it at least as much as I do.” She glanced up looking me directly in the eye knowing how her words were affecting me.

“You deserve it baby, after such a long, hard, day. “She continued, emphasizing the “hard” while rubbing my leg under the table we were seated at.

Her hand continued up my leg until it brushed over the tent my cock was making in my pants. “Looks like someone’s having some naughty thoughts!” she cooed playfully while squeezing and stroking my dick that felt like a steel pipe in my pants.

The idea that I was still at work and my gümüşhane escort boss could walk in at any moment didn’t really bother me at that point in time. I wanted her so bad.

Suddenly she stopped caressing my bulge and got up quickly. Since she was facing the door and my back was to it I got the sinking fear that my boss walked by which was why she was stopping so suddenly. It wasn’t that, instead she just pulled me towards the ladies restroom attached to the break room. Between the break room and restroom is a hall of sorts with lockers and then a door to the restroom and break room respectively.

After dragging me inside the hall she clicked the deadbolt on the door behind her and pounced on me shoving me into one of the lockers with a bang. Our tongues slid in and out of our mouths exploring each other passionately, she stood up on her tip toes with both hands grasping the side of my face almost pulling me into her unrelenting kiss. Her raw sexual aggression was driving me crazy. My hands roamed over her breasts tweaking her nipples and making her moan louder and louder muffled by our tongues thrashing into each other.

Hear hands moves from their death grip on the sides of my face to undoing my belt and pulling my pants down. When my cock jumped out and slapped her in the belly she let out a little “oooh” and grabbed it tightly by the base and pumped it hard and steady.

A lot of girls I have been with, when they go in for a handjob they will just barely squeeze it and act like they are going to break your dick if they use a little force

Crystal knew how to handle a dick. It probably should have been a warning sign to me, but I guess at the time I just thought you don’t complain about a wonderful thing you have going. izmir escort

After pumping it a while and getting her hand coated good with my precum she dropped to her knees and slid a good half or so of my rigid meat completely into her mouth before closing her wet lips over it .Enveloping me completely, and slowly sucking back up to the tip until it slipped out of her mouth with a pop.

Closing her eyes she slides back down my shaft, inch by inch disappearing into her amazing mouth until I feel my balls bump against her chin. Her eyes open and stare directly into mine as she deliberately pulls off my swollen cock. Her head begins bobbing faster and she alternates between teasing my balls with her fingers and trying to lick them when she deep throats me. I can feel my pulse throbbing in my rock hard dick and I am amazed how thick it looks sliding in and out of her beautiful lips. She knows I’m close to cumming and is just egging it on taking me deeper and rougher than before. I grab a handful of her hair as I feel the first massive shot fire out of my dick like a garden hose. She moans vibrating her lips over my throbbing shaft as I shoot off a second and third time down her throat. I let go of her hair and she slurps loudly and backs off my shaft leaving the swollen tip of my dick on her swirling tongue.

I let out another small spurt on her tongue and she begins pumping my cock, milking every last drop out of my still hard manhood into her open mouth.

Seeing her kneeling in front of me, a small pool of my fresh cum puddle on her tongue and a small line dribbled out the corner of her mouth and onto the floor made my dick twitch and want more.

A quick glance at the clock told me I had 5 minutes before I was off…

Close enough.

I went back to shut down everything for the night as my manager was closing up her office. “Good night! See you tomorrow” she called, seemingly oblivious to my recent disappearance.

I said goodnight as well and quickly closed everything down leaving in a hurry with Crystal to continue this at home…

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Duncan Cyrus, age 22, Pizza Delivery

Ever since I graduated I made it a personal mission of sorts to reinvent Friday evenings. When I was a child my parents would buy me a pizza or a hamburger meal, or nachos. Kinda like a reward for making it through the week. Also, I get to rent games and such. So I brought that back.

That night I decided to order a bacon and mushroom pizza. At first I was thinking Chinese. Get my usual General Tso’s pork and shrimp. I had rented a couple of easy games to beat over the weekend. The type that are good for a quick stimulation fix. I had cleaned up my place and taken my shower before it got there.

I was waiting by playing video games and texting back my date for the next night when the door rang. I had yelled out to have him or her wait a second so I could get my money. I opened the door and she was an interesting sight. The obvious feature was that she was plump and shapely. It was still decently warm for the ending summer season. She wore the company polo shirt and it looked rather stained. She must’ve been cooking or handling the food. Just a couple of splotches here and there. It was tucked into her not-so-conservative shorts. They were van escort black and if she bent low enough they would show cheeks. She even wore the company baseball cap.

She told me a couple of times the amount before I automatically brought myself back from my staring stupor. Then I remembered I had came to the door with my shirt off. I wasn’t trying to seduce anyone. I was still sweating from the shower and I kept my shirt off to cool off faster. I gave her the money and told her to keep the change.

I was closing the door when she called out to use my bathroom. The brunette really asked me this. I asked had she done that before and she replied with a yes. I told her sure and guided her to the bathroom. I showed her where the cleaning utensils were. She was surprised that my bathroom was so female accommodating. It may get a little more expensive, but worth it when cleanliness is necessary.

I sat at my table and began to eat. She took about twenty minutes before she came out. I had only eaten two slices. I eat slowly when I am at home. I was also looking at stuff online for my date the next day. She walked over to me and thanked me for my facilities. yalova escort I told her no prob and walked her to the door.

She turned back around and asked if I wanted anything else. I told her it required her to go take a shower. She didn’t get it at first, but realized I am one of those types who require a clean body before he takes what he wants. She called her job to let them know she did her last delivery and had her co-worker clock out for her. I wouldn’t trust someone with that task, but I suppose sex will cloud such judgment.

She went back into bathroom and washed up. I put my pizza in the refrigerator. I had gotten back to texting my date and then she began sexting me. I’m pretty good at that game. The pizza girl came from the bathroom in her towel only. Her hair was still wet but that just meant I could pull even harder.

I told her to give me mouth service. She obliged without complaint. She had nice technique. She worshipped Black dick genuinely. She two-handed my rod and sucked for dear life. Her body was a decent, pinkish hue. Still was a little wet but fine because it made her glisten. She was ready because she had started to drip from çorlu escort her naughty triangle on my floor.

I put her in doggy style and grabbed her hair. I rode that ass with full intentions of making it sore in the morning. My date was still sexting me; so I used my right hand to text her what I was doing. She thought I was joking until I sent a pic of my dick going into the pizza girl’s anus. She requested it. It didn’t stop my intentions either.

The pizza girl wanted a better angle so she got onto all fours and raised that butt in the air. Perfect for me because that means I could froggy her easily. I still grabbed her hair and raised her face up. She yelled with a satisfied laughter as I pounded her ass with more intensity.

I had to answer a text my date sent. She sent me a pic of herself masturbating. I told her to send a vid of her doing herself from behind. She complied by FaceTiming me. My phone was silent so my ass-slave couldn’t hear. I was looking at them both getting more of my fair share of rocks off.

I was ready to cum and told her to suck my dick. She sucked only on the tip with some smacking and I squirted in her mouth. She washed my stick using her whole mouth after that. I told her to go wash up. I sat back onto the couch to watch my date finish herself off. It was nice watching her quiver in that state. My pizza delivery girl came back out and began again to service my member. It was a long night of special delivery.

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The seventy one year old man set down his coffee cup and opened the garage door. He was greeted by the bright desert sun which filled the garage with light. A warm smile appeared on his face as he looked down on her. The object of his affection was a motorcycle, but she was no ordinary bike. She was a 1950 Vincent Black Shadow.

The man had found her while in the Army, stationed in West Germany in 1960. It was love at 1st sight and he called home to beg his dad for a loan to get it shipped home to Nevada. His father agreed and when the man got home in 1961 the bike was waiting for him still packed away in its shipping crate.

Although her paint had slightly dulled over the years, the little chrome she had shone and she ran like the day she was born.

“A super bike before there was such a term,” the man mused, “capable of 125 mph in a time when most bikes could barely achieve 80 mph.”

The Black Shadow featured a 998 CC engine, a sprung rear sub-frame, and extensive use of aluminium alloy. Her Overall weight was a relatively light 458 lbs. While other contemporary motorcycles tended to be polished and chromed, the “Black Shadow” was unusual in being predominantly black.

The black enamel crankcase was effective both for marketing and heat dissipation. Fewer than 1,700 Vincent Black Shadows were made and all hand-assembled.

The man straddled the bike and gave her a kick and she roared to life. His well-tuned ear listened for any irregularities and found none. As the black beast purred, his mind drifted back to his youth.

It was the summer of 1964.

He was known as Vinnie and was a member of an Outlaw biker club.

Vinnie heard the rumble of three bikes slowing down in front of the truck repair garage where he worked and had an apartment on the top floor.

He took one last look in the mirror to check his club vest. He wore blue jeans, engineer boots, black T shirt and blue denim jacket and on top his club vest: “The Rattlers MC.” His hair was a sandy brown slicked back with a dab of pomade and he had a well-trimmed goatee.

“Vinnie, You handsome devil, while were young!” Snoopy the resident club funny guy yelled as Vinnie bound down the stairs and joined him in the yard.

Snoopy was not alone. Chester and Iron-butt sat on their idling bikes waiting for him.

Vinnie sat astride his beloved Black Shadow, gave his bike a kick start and followed the three Rattlers out to the street.

They owned the road as they rode.

A few miles down the way, they saw the rest of the club members at the Texaco station near the highway.

It was late Friday afternoon and the Rattlers were milling about. Some were topping off their tanks and others were just joking around anxious to hit the road with their biking brothers.

A short time later, all were set. The club president, Ike Wilson, gave the signal and the club roared off onto the highway. Their destination was the Oasis Hideaway a roadhouse/gas station/motel about 30 miles down the road, out in the middle of the desert.

As the club rode out, the line of bikes began to stretch out in an impressive convoy.

Out front, the swift British café racer bikes, Triumphs, Matchless’s and Vinnie’s Black Shadow vied for the lead. The newer Harleys and Beezers (BSAs) did their best to keep up, and the older Harleys and Indians brought up the rear.

The Oasis was considered “neutral territory” and a favorite meeting spot for biker clubs and cross country truckers. The food was decent and the bar had live entertainment on weekends.

The proprietor was a tough old SOB who went by the name Tonopah Pete.

Pete was a B-29 pilot during WW2, then finished his service out of the secretive Tonopah test range and air base that was nearby.

The Oasis was a rough and tough place but it was generally understood by the patrons that all “disagreements” were settled outside.

If a fight broke out in the bar, Pete would quickly restore order with a baseball bat he called “The Babe” that he kept handy behind the bar. He had enough respect from his patrons to know better than to mess with him and his bar.

As the club rode down the highway, Vinnie mulled over his current status in the club. Patched in last winter, he was well liked by the other club members but had yet to make his mark.

His club vest was relatively free of embroidered patches. The Rattlers went by the “bought and earned” patch system.

Vinnie had the “1% percent” patch which meant Outlaw biker, the “number 13” patch which meant the 13th letter in the alphabet – M for marijuana and he had a “RIP” patch to honor “Bowser,” a club brother who had been killed when hit by a truck that spring.

Other brother’s vests were adorned with earned patches like:

the “MOM” patch stood for “Man of Mayhem” earned for a notable fight and

the “Ace of Spades” patch was earned for taking care of a club vendetta.

Snoopy had told him not to fret about it, he had “Club spirit” and to their club “Prez” Ike, that was the trabzon escort most important thing.

As the club rode closer, a reshuffling of the bikes took place. Ike was not a stickler of biker club protocol, but when the club arrived at a destination he liked to take the lead. With Ike leading the way now they filed in to the parking lot and parked their bikes in a long angled row.

An hour later, Vinnie sat at a table with his brothers.

Snoopy who wore a vintage leather fighter pilot helmet and goggles when riding;

Cy short for Cyclops who had lost an eye in a job related accident and

Iron-butt who earned his name by riding 1500 miles one time only stopping for gas.

At the next table, the manic brother known as “Auctioneer” for his “Benzedrine fueled mile-a-minute” way of talking, was babbling about the Beatles the British band that was taking the country by storm.

Snoopy rolled his eyes listening, and then slammed the table.

“Vinnie, your turn. Decorate the mahogany,” meaning “buy a round of beers.”

Vinnie went to the bar and returned with the beers when suddenly the song “Leader of the pack” by the girl group the “Shangri-La’s” began to play on the juke box.

Snoopy jumped to his feet and using the beer as his microphone began to mouth the words as he serenaded Ike much to the delight of the club who cheered him on and the entire club joined in on the refrain yelling, “THE LEADER OF THE PACK! VROOM VROOM VROOM.”

The song over, Snoopy took a bow to loud applauds and laughter and sat back down.

A brother came in from outside and said something to Ike who turned his head and stared at the door. A moment later a large biker dressed head to toe in black leather walked in, followed by 7 or 8 similarly dressed bikers.

It took Vinnie a moment, then it dawned. He realized they were all women!

In an instant the bar got quiet.

“Oh fuck, its Big Ruby.” Snoopy said quietly.

Ruby stood at least 6 feet tall, weighed 200 pounds, her jet black hair was slicked back and she had a large stogie cigar in her mouth. She slowly looked around with an evil grin. Spotting Ike, she walked up to his table.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Ike and his Rattlers. Hope you and your boys don’t mind a little company tonight.” Ruby said with a fearless laugh.

“Not at all Ruby, as long as you and your girls play nice.” Ike said kicking a chair in her direction.

“Pete! Open a tab for my girls and bring me my Bourbon and leave the bottle.” Ruby said as she sat down on the offered seat.

And with that, things got back to semi normal.

The brothers, sitting and standing at the bar, made room for the female bikers and the women who had rode out with the Rattlers quickly found their boyfriends and stood close to them.

Vinnie watched from his table. He saw immediately the new arrivals were a club, but had never heard of them.

With questioning eyes he looked at Snoopy for an explanation.

“The Vixens. Female only club out of Las Vegas.” Snoopy said quietly.

“Female only?” Vinnie replied a puzzled look on his face.

Snoopy sighed and leaned in to whisper into Vinnie’s ear. “They’re fucking Dykes…Lesbians bro.”

Snoopy stood up, flicked his head towards the door and mouthed the word, “Outside.”

Vinnie rose and followed him.

Outside they lit cigarettes and leaned against the wall.

Looking around and sure they were alone, Snoopy gave Vinnie the rundown. Ruby was the daughter of a wealthy construction mogul with Mob ties.

As a teen when most girls were chasing boys, Ruby was stealing cars and motorcycles.

A stint in the girl’s reformatory only made her worse. In her 20’s Ruby was arrested once again for running a chop shop in Reno and did a few years in prison.

Now in her late 30s she lived off a nice trust fund and kept a semi low profile with her Club.

Ike had known her for years and had told Snoopy she is one woman you did not want to fuck with.

In Ike’s words “Ruby was a good friend to know and an enemy to be feared.”

The two bikers went back inside and Ike gestured for the two of them to come over to his table.

“Ruby this is Vinnie and you know Snoopy.” Ike said.

“Beat it Snoopy, I want to speak to Vinnie.” She dismissed Snoopy and turned her attention to Vinnie. “Have a seat young man,” Ruby said warmly.

Vinnie sat down and Ruby poured him a whiskey.

“Ike tells me that’s your Black shadow outside” Ruby said.

Vinnie nodded and sipped the whiskey.

“A very rare bike. I want it for my collection.” Ruby said with a wicked looking smirk on her face.

“Sorry, she is not for sale.” Vinnie said firmly.

Ruby let out a deep laugh that gave Vinnie the chills.

“Now who said anything about money? Ike here tells me you’re quite the rider.

Let’s have some fun tonight, perhaps a race?”

The discussion about a race got the entire bars attention. Everyone looked over tunceli escort and strained to hear this interesting conversation.

“For pink slips. You against my best rider?” Ruby said with a smile.

“That depends on the bike.” Ike interrupted.

“Shut the fuck up Ike, but if you must know, it’s a triumph 500 CC engine on a BSA “feather bed” frame, and it’s quite nimble.” Ruby grinned.

Ruby looked at the bar and gave a wave. A lovely petite Hispanic woman walked up behind Ruby and put her hand on Ruby’s shoulder.

“This is Rosa, my very special pet and my best rider.” Ruby said caressing Rosa’s hand.

“So what do you say Vinnie? If you’re a chicken-shit-pussy and afraid, Rosa and I will understand.” Ruby chuckled.

The bar was silent. Vinnie could feel the entire club looking at him. It was a make or break moment. The atmosphere felt heavy and loaded all of a sudden.

He thought a Triumph 500 would be a very nice addition for his club.

His mind made up, “You got a bet Ruby,” Vinnie said with confidence.

Twenty minutes later, the details and rules for the race had been hammered out. The race would begin right outside on the highway. Two miles of a relatively straight road, then they would veer right onto the Plata pass, four miles up till where it leveled out.

A member of each club would be there to witness the racers tapping the elevation sign – The turnaround point.

Then back down again. The winner was the first to pass over the finishing line, a chalk line drawn on the road outside the Oasis.

Cy, Ike and Snoopy coached Vinnie as he got ready.

“You can take her Bro.” Cy said patting Vinnie on the back.

“Her bike is lighter and has massive road racing brakes, but you got the horsepower.” Snoopy added after looking over the TRIBSA Hybrid.

“You will be up front till you get to the pass, then she is going to able to out brake you. Don’t panic and don’t lock your brakes. Its 12 miles. Just keep her close. Those last 2 miles will be the real race.” Ike said calmly and tactically.

Tonopah Pete was chosen by both clubs to be the starter.

He stood in the middle of the road and motioned the bikes forward to the starting line. His arms out right he pointed to Rosa who gave a nod then to Vinnie who nodded to say he was ready too.

Pete raised his hands over his head as both bikes revved their engines up and down.

Pete dropped his hands sharply and the bikes screamed off into the night.

Rosa’s bike took an early lead due to it lower racing gear set up, but then the black shadow found it legs and muscled ahead till Vinnie was at least 50 yards ahead.

Vinnie never looked back but could see Rosa’s headlight in his mirrors.

Vinnie saw the road flares up ahead. An agreed upon marker to tell the racers the entrance to the pass was up ahead.

Iron-butt pumped his fist as Vinnie flew by in a blur.

Vinnie down shifted and swung onto the pass. In a heartbeat Rosa was right on his ass again.

Side by side, Vinnie did his best but on the first tight turn Rosa was able to late brake him and took the lead again.

Remembering Ike’s advice, he let her lead.

It was all uphill so both bikes rode in a mid-gear.

Both riders rode fast but cautious, taking care of their engines and transmissions.

They reached the top and Rosa slowed and tapped the sign 1st with Vinnie right behind her.

Their eyes met and Rosa smiled as they headed back down. Now the real race had begun.

It was the same going down but faster.

“Damn she was good!” Vinnie thought as he did his best to keep up.

Turn after turn, Rosa found the perfect apex and bolted further and further ahead.

At one point, Vinnie lost sight of her completely on a blind corner.

Vinnie made up ground as they got closer to the bottom and the road straightened out.

As they roared back onto the highway Rosa was 50 to 60 yards ahead easy.

Vinnie crouched down and pegged his throttle and in high gear began to gain on Rosa.

The neon sign for the bar was fast approaching and they were soon side by side, neither rider looking at each other.

As the bar got closer and closer Vinnie nosed ahead. And that’s how they finished.

Vinnie hit the finishing line ahead by a ½ a bike length.

The Rattlers cheered and surrounded Vinnie as he killed the engine, and got off his bike, patting him on the back and pouring beer over his head.

The Adrenalin pumping through his system made it all seem like slow motion and dream like.

Snoopy pushed through the gaggle of bikers and gave Vinnie a bear hug.

Then, as seen in black and white movies, he flamboyantly gave Vinnie a smitten “leg popping” kiss on his cheek and fluttered his eye lashes.

The brothers roared in laughter.

Vinnie looked around and saw Ruby walking towards him.

“Well done kid, and don’t worry I’m not gonna kiss ya, but Rosa will. She aint no uşak escort virgin but she’s never been with a real man before.” Ruby laughed.

Ruby then addressed the entire crowd.

“The night is young, boys and girls…let’s get fucked up! The Vixens are buying.”

The bikers cheered and began to go back inside.

A hand grabbed a puzzled Vinnie’s shoulder and spun him around. It was Ike, beaming at him like a proud father.

“You did good kid…real good. You won yourself a nice bike and here’s an extra bonus.” Ike said as he peeled off 5 crisp 100 dollar bills and stuffed them in Vinnie’s vest pocket.

Then Ike handed Vinnie a motel key.

“You also won Rosa for the night. Have fun Champ.” Ike grinned at Vinnie and walked off.

Snoopy who had witnessed the exchange, caught up with Ike. The two brothers watched as Vinnie rode his bike to the other end of the lot and to the motel.

“Wanna tell me what the fuck that was all about?” Snoopy asked. He knew there was more to it than rewarding Vinnie from the goodness of his Rattler heart.

“A side bet I made with big Ruby.” Ike grinned.

“And what if he lost?” A stunned Snoopy asked quickly grasping Ike had won the side bet and there must have been a flip side to the coin.

“Well…I would be 1000 dollars poorer and young Vinnie over there …would have most likely… gotten pegged by Ruby tonight!” Ike began to roar with laughter.

Snoopy fell to the ground and began rolling around in the dirt in fits of hysterical laughter, tears ran down his face and he was unable to talk, which soon infected Ike who also began laughing uncontrollably. After a minute or so Snoopy rolled onto his side and looked up at Ike.

“Do we have a patch for that?” Snoopy managed to ask between ragged breaths.

“Oh I dunno, how about some butt cheeks and a strap on?” Ike replied; hunched over, hand on knees.

Once again both brothers completely lost it, tears streaming down their faces. Eventually and after the longest 10 minutes ever, the men finally composed themselves. Ike offered a hand and helped Snoopy to his feet and dusted him off.

“You’re a fucking evil tyrant Ike, anybody ever tell you that?” Snoopy asked as they approached the door.

“Hey it was cunning calculated risk. You know best how that kid can ride and it paid off.” Ike thought for a moment and said, “It goes without saying we best not mention this for a few days.”

Snoopy nodded, eyes still wet from laughter. “As your most trusted adviser I completely agree.”

“Now let’s get drunk.” Ike said as he held open the door.

“As your most trusted adviser I completely agree.” Snoopy repeated again.

Both men tried to stifle their laughter as they stepped back inside the bar.

A still puzzled Vinnie killed his engine in front of the motel room. Opening the door, he saw Rosa sitting on the bed drinking a beer. He rolled the treasured bike into the room and put the kick stand down.

“Thieves” Vinnie said explaining his actions as he shut the door.

“I hear that,” Rosa said with a slight Hispanic accent.

The room had a typical “no tell motel” décor of the time. A leopard print bed spread on the bed and a zebra print throw rug on the oil stained wooden floor from the many bikes that had occupied the room before. Bikers just didn’t like leaving their prize possessions outside.

The wallpaper was faded and peeling and the ceiling once white was now nicotine stained brown. It was shabby indeed, but the sheets and bath towels were crisp and clean and if you were lucky the shower would have hot water.

Awkward best described the mood in the room as Vinnie took off his jacket and vest and hung them on the cheap coat rack.

He could see Rosa had thoughtfully filled the bathroom sink with ice and beers. Vinnie grabbed one and popped off the cap using the edge of the beat up table.

Turning around sipping the cold brew, he looked at her. She was a tiny thing, maybe 90 pounds soaking wet. She had long dark hair and big brown eyes. She was wearing a white T-shirt that highlighted her smooth brown skin and a pair of skin tight leather pants that looked painted on.

“Wanna get high?” Rosa said breaking the silence.

“Sounds like a plan.” Vinnie smiled.

“Panama red, Ruby knows a guy” Rosa said showing Vinnie a fat joint she had rolled. She patted the bed and the biker sat beside her.

Vinnie fired up the joint, took a big hit, savoring the taste of the potent weed then passed it to Rosa who did the same.

The two bikers smoked and rehashed some of the highlights of the race, using their hands to describe the turns.

The adrenalin was wearing off, the weed began kicking in and the couple began to relax as they chatted with enthusiasm about their favourite subject – bikes and racing.

“You Know, you’re a pretty cool chick, feel kinda bad taking your bike now.” Vinnie said.

“Well don’t, it’s not mine. Ruby had it built just to race you,” Rosa laughed.

Rosa went on to explain the Ruby had heard a new Rattler rode a black shadow and knowing you selling it was not going to happen, she came up with the idea of a race. Ruby had heard the Rattlers were coming out to the bar tonight and the Vixens made the run from Vegas hoping Vinnie and his bike would be here.

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The lovers stood, locked in each other’s arms, mouths slowly, sensuously together as they kissed, her arms around his neck, hands in his hair; his hands cupping her breasts, stroking his palms across her nipples.

She had watched him at the computer that evening, working hard, and after a long sweetly-scented bath where the heat of the water seemed to permeate her, had determined to take his mind off work. She went over to the table next to the computer, where his papers were laid out and carefully pushed them aside and sat down on the edge. She leaned forward, her hands on the table edge, as he looked at her, the silky robe she was wearing falling open slightly. She felt his eyes move, following the deep V of the neckline down to the deep cleavage it revealed, and down further to where her thighs parted. She felt her face flush at the frank sexual desire in his eyes.

He stood and put his hands on her shoulders, gently drawing her to her feet. Her eyes stayed on his face as she felt his fingers moving down, inside her robe. She felt the silk drag across her swelling nipples as he pulled the robe open and cupped her voluptuous breasts, the soft flesh filling and overflowing his hands. He leaned down, mouth moving toward hers, and she felt his voice like a touch, “You hot woman…. I can already smell the sweet scent of your pussy.” And then his mouth was on hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed into his hands as they kissed, straining against him, feeling the tingling desire, like an electrical current, running through her body. The kiss became deeper, more breathless and she whispered against his mouth between kisses, “Lover…. Oh god, I need you… I’m so hot for you.” She felt a hand leave her breast, and then one finger, sneaking in between her pussy lips, slipping through her wetness, circling her pulsing clit. She heard the undercurrent of laughter in his voice as his finger teased her, making her gasp and jerk against him, “Oh yeah… you are hot. You’re dripping wet.”

His mouth moved down, licking and sucking on her neck, her collarbone, down to one distended nipple. He took it between his lips as he took her clitoris between his thumb and finger and played with them together. She moaned, her hands in his hair, holding his face to her breast as he sucked and tongued and bit gently, his fingers between her legs making her groan helplessly. He smiled at the sound, and slowed his fingers….still touching, still tantalizing her most sensitive place, but drawing her back from rize escort the brink of orgasm. “That’s right, baby. Give it up. I’m going to make you cum like you never have before.”

She took his face in her hands and kissed him over and over. “Make me cum now,” she murmured, and then moaned, a small frustrated sound as he withdrew his fingers from her. “Not yet, darling.”

She felt his hands slide behind her, cup her ass and lift her back onto the table again. He took her robe and pulled it from her so that it lay in a pool of silk underneath her. “Spread your legs for me, Emma,” his soft voice commanded. She opened her legs wide, breath coming quickly as he knelt in front of her. His face was level with her exposed pussy, and she could feel the warm puffs of his breath as he murmured, “Look at you, you beautiful creature. You have a body made to be made love to…made for me.” She gasped, dizzy with desire, as he trailed his fingers up her inner thighs to her swollen pussy lips, “Yes, love… made for you. I’m yours, lover.”

He gave a low growl of satisfaction and leaned forward, burying his face between her legs. He moaned at that first contact, and lapped at her with long strokes of his tongue. She leaned back on one arm and brought her other hand to his head, pulling his face into her body. “Ooooh lover,” she gasped. “Eat me out. Eat my wet cunt, you sweet-mouthed man. Taste my cum as it pours out of me.”

Moving on instinct, the need to be as open to him as possible, she brought her feet up, resting her heels on the edge of the table, leaning back on both hands so that her legs were splayed wide, her pussy widely exposed, the pucker of her anus now in tempting view. He smiled appreciatively at her. “Sexy slut,” he said lovingly. Their eyes met, gazes locked as he licked sensuously all around her clitoris, feeling it swell under his tongue. They watched each other in a long, long moment where time was as liquid as her cunt and his mouth: she, thrilling at the sight of his beautiful face between her legs, seeing it move gently, feeling the movements of his expert tongue on her; he, taking pleasure in her body laid out before his eyes, her breasts, with their excited erect nipples, bouncing gently as her body rocked, her face flushed and lust-filled from his ministrations. Around and over and around again his tongue circled as she watched his eyes, his fingers pulling back her lips, teasing her opening, and down further. At the same moment, the eroticism overwhelmed sakarya escort them both and her head went back, eyes closing as he started sucking on her clit rhythmically.

Her hips pulsed up into his mouth in time with the sweet sucking and she felt the wetness pouring from her onto his face. His thumbs teased and rubbed around her asshole, spreading her juices around the opening, and she opened her mouth, panting, to tell him to put his thumb in her, when she felt his mouth move lower. “Ooohhh yes!” she gasped. He licked all around her asshole, rimming her, teasing at the opening, and the sensation was so heady, so wonderful. Without thinking about what she was doing, she brought one hand between her legs and started rubbing hard against her engorged clit, moaning loudly.

His tongue came away from her and she cried out, “Lover, no! Please…please don’t stop.” She looked down to see him watching her hand at play between her legs, his eyes rapt, his face wet from her juices. “Oh my god,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I need to watch…see you pleasure that big juicy clit with your sweet little fingers. Look at you…god, your cunt is gorgeous.” And as he spoke, his thumbs continued their sweet torture of her quivering anus, slipping in just a bit and then pulling out to rub again. She couldn’t say anything, couldn’t even think straight, only knew she had to reach the end or she’d go mad. “You hot slut…doesn’t that feel good? You’re going to make yourself cum, baby, while I watch. I want to see your cum pouring all over your pussy and those talented fingers of yours.”

He buried one thumb to the knuckle in her asshole then, and heard her gasping cry as he fucked in and out of her, “Yes! Yes, fuck my ass, love! Oh my god…” Her glistening fingers were moving rhythmically, frantically. He watched their motion, mesmerized. “Emma.” She heard him say her name, even over her moaning. “Emma… you’re so sexy… it’s so beautiful.”

He slipped his tongue between two of her fingers and flickered it across her clit like the flame of a candle. The sensation was too much. For a moment, her body tensed, almost to a breaking point, and then she came, screaming once, and crying out as the spasms continued to rip through her. He pulled back to watch, seeing her scarlet red clit like a luscious bud between her fingers; seeing the wetness pouring out of her quivering pussy. He buried his face in her and drank it in, his face getting soaked as new waves hit.

He samsun escort felt the precum dripping from his rock hard cock. He wanted to cum now, soaking her dripping pussy with his hot cream. His hand was slick with her cum as he took his cock in his hand and stroked it hard. “Let me see you,” her soft voice said. He looked at her, her face flushed, hair damp with sweat. She was leaning up on her elbows, legs still splayed wide. “Cum on me. Cum all over me,” she purred. “My cunt… my tits….my face… let me feel it.. let me taste it.”

She leaned forward as he stood, his hand moving up and down the length of his shaft. She took his balls in one hand and squeezed their fullness. “Oh god, you’re close,” she moaned. They watched together, as the bulbous head disappeared and appeared through his fist. “I want to see it,” her soft voice was husky. “I want to see it spraying from your beautiful dick. Want to see it explode from you. You sexy lover. Blow your wad all over me… coat me with cum.” Her unexpected words, her squeezing hand, her full lips, parted, tongue licking over them in anticipation of tasting his cream, the scent of her cunt pervading the air… all combined into sensory overload and he jacked his cock and cried out, “Aaahh! I’m cumming!”

She had felt the build up in his balls and opened her mouth to catch the first stream spurting from him. It filled her mouth and she moaned with delight. She gulped and leaned back slightly, letting the next spray hit her face and breasts, then scooted back, parting her legs to let it fall, hot and sticky across her pussy. Caught up in the sensuality of seeing and feeling him cum like this, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, running her hands down over her face and neck, over her breasts, spreading the viscous fluid over her breasts and nipples, down across her belly, over her still-soaked pussy. Bathed in his cum, she opened her eyes to look to where he stood trying to catch his breath. Her hands were still between her legs and she brought one to her mouth and licked a finger clean. “Mmmmm,” she smiled sensuously. “We taste good.”

He knelt in front of her and slowly licked their combined juices from her pussy. He eased her from the table, until she was kneeling with him, their bodies glued together with cum and sweat. They kissed long and slow, the taste of their cum mingling in their mouths. They held each other close, her head on his shoulder and then he pulled her to her feet. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll run a bath for us.”

She walked slowly after him, hand in his. “Whenever we take a bath together, we end up fucking,” she said teasingly. “Aren’t you worried about what might happen?”

He smiled as he took her in his arms, and pressed her naked body close to his. He whispered in her ear, “I’m not done with you yet.”

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This story is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18.

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To start let me introduce myself. My name is Jake and I am 21. I am 6 feet tall and have been told by former girlfriends that I am quite good looking. I have also been blessed with a 9 inch long and very thick cock.

Beth is my across the road neighbour and has been for the past year. She is 18 and she is with out a doubt one of the sexiest girls I have ever laid eyes on.

Though I don’t know for sure I would say she is 5 feet 7 inches tall with dyed red hair(she used to have brown hair). She has amazing tits that I would say are about 32C and she has the best ass I have ever seen in a pair of jeans.

She looks so sexy when she walks across the street in her school uniform (she is in sixth form), though she looks sexy whatever she wears. The first time I spoke to her was about 3 months after she had moved in.

She had left her keys in her house and had been locked out by her parents. I could see her from my living room window and she looked cold (it was October). I walked across the road and asked if she would like to come over to my house while she waited. She said thanks and followed me over to my house.

We talked all the time she was here and became fast friends. I learned that she was single and that she had recently turned 18. I debated with myself about wether to ask her out. I had thought about it before but didn’t know how old she was so I hadn’t asked her. I decided not to as we had only just properly met.

After that we spoke nearly every day. A month went past and by now it was like we had been friends for years. I had decided I was going to ask her out the next time I saw her. I was about to go out to do some yard work when my phone rang.

“Hey Jake will you come to my house, i want you to meet my new girlfriend.” It was my best friend David. We had been friend for about 10 years, ever since I moved to the area. I was surprised but agreed to go round and set of straight away.

When I got to his house David let me in. “How long have you been going out with this girl?” I asked. I only asked because he usually tells me as soon as he has a date with a girl, never mind actually getting to the girlfriend stage.

“About a month” he replied, “And let me tell you she is so fucking hot you are going to be so jealous.” I had never been jealous of any of his girlfriends so I didn’t take any notice. When I got to his living room however, I got the shock of my life.

There sat on the sofa, looking as sexy as ever was Beth. As she heard us enter she turned to speak but stopped when she saw me. After a moment she spoke, “Hey Jake, I didn’t realise that you were friends with David.”

I was so stunned I could’t think of reply. David saved me the trouble when he asked the obvious question, “I didn’t know you two knew each other.” “Though you do live on the same street” He added.

I hardly spoke for the whole visit, though I did speak when I was spoken to. I just sat there wishing I had asked Beth out when I had the chance.

Now it was too late and she was with my best friend. I could feel something more than just disappointment inside myself, but didn’t realise what it was until later.

I was lying on my bed later that night, trying to work out what else I was feeling about Beth and David being together when it dawned on me.

Even though I had never asked Beth out in the month I had known her, something had developed inside me. I had fallen in love with Beth without even realising it.

The months went by and before I knew it, it was July. Beth mersin escort had live on my street for a year and she had been with David for nine months.

My friendship with Beth had deteriorated in that time. We only talked to each other about once a week. I didn’t hate her I just thought that with my feelings for her I should stay away.

I was sitting in my house on a hot day in July when my phone beeped to signify that I had a text message. I looked down at the message “Hi Jake, Can you come over to my house. We need to talk.” It was from Beth.

I didn’t really want to go but it sounded important so I thought I should go. I walked over and knocked on her door. She opened the door, let me in and asked me to sit down. “Jake I want to ask you if you have a problem with me going out with David” Beth asked bluntly.

I was stunned for a second but eventually I replied “No.” “What would make you think that?” I added so as not to seem impolite.

“It’s just that before you found out that I was going out with David we were really good friends” she replied. “I feel like since you found out I was with David we have stopped speaking like we used to and it’s like we aren’t even friends anymore” she added.

I thought for a moment, then I replied “I’m sorry you feel like that but I just think it’s more likely that we just haven’t really seen each other much recently.”

I knew this wasn’t the answer she was expecting, judging by look on her face. “I just feel like there is more to it than that Jake” She said.

“Well i don’t know what to say because I don’t feel that there is anything more to it than what I said.

“David seems to think it’s because you are jealous of us” she said. When I didn’t answer her she spoke again, “Is that what it is? Are you jealous of me and David?”

For some reason I could feel myself getting angry. “Well David is completely wrong!” I snarled at her. I immediately regretted my tone when I looked at her.

“Don’t speak to me like that!” she half shouted. “It’s obvious from your reaction that you are jealous of me and David, so why don’t you just man up and admit it!” she added.

“Fine!” I shouted. “I am jealous of you and David! Are you happy now?” I added. She opened her mouth to retort but I continued, shouting loudly “I mean how would you feel if the you had to see the person you love kissing your best friend!”

She sat stunned and I couldn’t understand why for a second until I realised I had actually just told her I loved her. I got up quickly before she could speak and left, slamming the door behind me.

About 30 minutes later my phone rang, it was David. I didn’t want to answer it but I thought I should get whatever he had to say out of the way. “Hey Jake, I thought I would let you know that Beth just broke up with me” he said, sounding depressed.

He went on to explain that she had told him that she was in love with somebody else and she didn’t want to hurt him by stringing him along.

After he hung up, all I could think about was that Beth had said she loved someone else when earlier she was asking if I was okay with her being with David. ‘Could it be me she is in love with?’ I thought. There was only one way to find out, I thought and rushed out if the door.

I ran across the road to Beth’s and knocked on the door. She opened it and I pushed my way inside. “David just called” I gasped, out of breath, “He said you broke up with him because you love someone else” I added. “I have to know if it is me you love because that’s the only thing that makes sense to me” I demanded. muğla escort

She didn’t say anything but pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues swirled in each others mouths. It was the best kiss I had ever experienced. After about a minute she pulled away, “Does that answer your question?” she asked.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as we got into the room we began kissing and ripping our clothes off until we were down to our underwear. She closed to door behind us.

After another minute of kissing she slid down onto her knees facing my rapidly hardening dick. She pulled down my boxers and gasped “Oh my god! I have never seen a dick this big in real life, only in porn.”

She began to stroke my dick slowly until it was fully hard. I felt harder than ever before. When it was fully hard she began to lick up and down the length before licking the head, making me groan in pleasure.

After a minute or so of that she took the head fully into her mouth and began to move down the length. It felt amazing, she was sucking my dick better than anyone before.

I thought I might hold out for a little while longer until I felt something nudge my skin above my dick. I looked down to see that she had fully taken me into her mouth. No girl had ever taken my dick fully into their mouth.

Seeing and feeling what she was doing pushed me over the edge. “Oh god Beth, i’m going to cum” I groaned. She kept on sucking while I filled her mouth with come and swallowed it down.

I pulled her up to her feet and kissed her again. “That was the best fucking blowjob I have ever had. Where did you learn to suck dick like that?” I asked.

“Do you really want to know?” she said smiling. I shook my head and resumed kissing her. As I was kissing her she reached back and unhooked her bra. She stepped back and took it off, revealing her amazing tits to me. They were even better than I had imagined.

I laid her on the bed and began to suck on her nipples, causing her to moan slightly. Then I slid down her body. I could smell her pussy before I reached it and could see her thong was soaking wet. I rubbed her pussy through her thong causing her to moan again.

I slid her thong down her legs and through it to the floor. Her pussy was so wet it was nearly dripping. Her pussy lips were the prettiest I had seen and her pussy hair was shaved into a little patch above it.

I gently licked her pussy causing her to moan out loudly. As I continued to lick she began to buck her hips, grinding her pussy into my face. “That’s it, lick my pussy, make me cum on your face” she moaned.

I began to thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy like a miniature dick. This cause her buck her hips more violently. “Oh god! Fuck my pussy with your tongue, it feels so good!” she screamed.

I replaced my tongue with two fingers and began to suck on her clit. This pushed her over the edge. “Yessss! Suck on my clit, i’m cumming!” she screamed before coating my face in the best tasting pussy juice I have ever tasted.

I remove my fingers from her pussy as she lay gasping for breath. “Fuck! That was the best anyone has ever licked my pussy!” she gasped. I slid up her body to kiss her passionately.

As I kissed her I could feel my dick nudging her pussy. She broke the kiss, looked into my eyes and said “Fuck me!”

She grabbed my dick and pushed the head into her pussy. She was so tight, I could feel her pussy stretching to accomodate my dick. “Your dick is so big, it’s stretching my pussy so much!” she gasped.

I took nevşehir escort a few minutes but I finally pushed myself into her pussy fully. “Oh god, my pussy feels so full. It feels so good!” she moaned. I began to move in and out, slowly at first to allow her to adjust. She was moaning nearly constantly. Her moans were so sexy.

As I began to move faster, she became more vocal. “Oh yes! This feels amazing, your dick feels so good!” she moaned. I started to move even faster she moaned “Yesss! Fuck me baby, fuck me hard!”

I began to hammer into her pussy, almost pulling out fully before slamming back in. “Yes baby, fuck me with that big dick!” she screamed. I went even faster causing her pussy spasm around my dick. “Oh god Jake pound my pussy baby, i’m cumming all over your big dick!” she screamed.

When her pussy finished spasming, I pulled out. She lay gasping as I moved up to kiss her. After we broke the kiss she said “Fuck me doggie style baby.” She got on her hands and knees and I entered her from behind. “It feels even better in this position” she moaned.

I didn’t hold back this time and began to fuck her hard and fast straight away. “Yes baby fuck me like that, fuck my pussy!” she screamed. I was slamming into her as hard and fast as I could. “Oh god Jake, this is the best! No one has ever fucked me like this before. Don’t stop!” she screamed.

I felt that familiar tingling in my balls. “Oh fuck Beth i’m going to cum baby!” I shouted out.

“Me too Jake, cum inside me, let’s cum together!” she screamed before her pussy began to spasm around my dick as I slammed as far into her as I could and unloaded deep inside her. “Fuck Jake I can feel you cumming deep in my pussy! It feels so amazing!” she screamed.

I pulled out of her pussy after I had finished cumming and we both slumped to the bed. We kissed again before I broke it to speak. “Fuck Beth that was amazing. Why didn’t we do this sooner?” I asked.

“We just didn’t get a chance. I got with David just after I met you” she replied. Suddenly she seemed to realise something as she shot up and said “Shit! What time is it?”

“4.45, Why?” I asked.

“Because my mum will be home at 5!” she answered. “She doesn’t like boys in the house when she isn’t home” she added, seeing my puzzled expression.

We both dressed hurriedly before a though occured to me. “Why don’t we go over ro my house?” I asked. “My Parents are gone for 2 weeks. We will have the place to ourselves for as long as we want” I added.

Her face lit up as she kissed me and dragged me to my house. I unlocked the door and locked it behind me. We raced upstairs to my bedroom before she spoke again.

“Why don’t we have a shower after getting all sweaty earlier” she said, flashing her sexy smile. We tore our clothes off and jumped into the shower. She looked so sexy when she was wet.

We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Before too long she had her back against the wall and her legs around my waist as I thrust into her. “Oh god Jake, you fuck me so good!” she moaned.

“Yes baby fuck my pussy with your big dick and make me cum!” she screamed. Her pussy spasmed around my dick for the third time that day when I announced I was going to cum. “Fill me with your cum again baby!” she screamed as I unloaded in her again.

We kissed again before she looked me in the eye and said “I love you Jake.”

“I love you too Beth” I replied before kissing her again.

For the rest of the day we stayed in bed. Though we were no longer fucking like earlier, we were making love.

Unfortunately David found out it was me that Beth was in love with and he ended our friendship. I haven’t seen or spoken to him for five years.

Me and Beth have been together for those five years. We got married last year and are planning on starting a family soon.

That’s my story, Thanks for reading.

THE END

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Cindy works as an administrative assistant in the same large engineering firm that I do, and she is a sight to behold. In a nutshell, she is petite, beautiful and naturally busty. But to fully appreciate her, I have to elaborate a little. She is 5′-2″ and slender with long, silky, wavy, chestnut hair that could be in a shampoo commercial. Her face is angelic, but her pouty lips add a kind of sexual aura to her innocence. She has smooth tanned skin, beautiful deep blue eyes, and a radiant smile framed by her long, luscious locks. Her gorgeous body is highlighted by a pair of sweet, full natural breasts that seem slightly over scale for her slender frame. Her torso tightens to a tiny waist and swells back to a pair of swaying hips and a perfectly protruding butt atop long, well-toned legs. She is the girl next door, bursting at the seams.

When she passes by you can barely see (if you’re staring hard enough) the tiny jiggle of each ass cheek as her foot hits the floor. Her walk is a study in fluid motion – long striding legs, ass twitching, breasts roiling, hair bouncing – she is impossible to ignore. I know she always wears a bra to work, but her breasts still gently bounce and seem to strain for release, like they’re not meant to be captive under so much material. She rarely strides down the long corridor between the work cubicles without leaving craning necks in her wake. She is 22 and dresses conservatively, yet her assets are impossible to hide, even in her workday attire.

While I knew her well enough to say hello, I had always assumed she was attached – Hell, she could have any man she wanted. I’m 15 years her senior and I figured she would always be someone I would fantasize about from afar. Until one day in the break room. I was getting coffee when I felt someone standing beside me.

“Hi Ben! Julie the receptionist tells me you’re a really good guitar player. I love the guitar. What kind of music do you play?”

Holy shit! An opening! I couldn’t believe I was staring into those gorgeous eyes. Most guitar players, whether they admit it or not, pick up the guitar in their teen years for one reason – girls. And here I stood, ready to grab that opportunity all musicians dream about. I told her I’m a singer/songwriter, mostly do original stuff, got a little recording studio at home, I’m working on a CD, it’s a serious hobby, blah, blah, blah – the usual line.

“Sounds wonderful. I would love to hear you play sometime. Are you playing around anytime soon?” She tossed her hair and smiled. I could smell her sweet, fresh scent and melted in her steady, direct gaze. I was trying really hard to be cool, but the proximity of this gorgeous creature was making my brain crazy. I wanted to sink my lips into the smooth skin on her neck and nibble my way up to her ear. But I maintained eye contact and acted as blasé as I could as my heart raced.

“Yea – Friday night – I’m doing an open mike at Bottoms Up. I can always use moral support. Why don’t you join me?” She displayed all her beautiful teeth in a big smile and said she would “love to – what time?”

I had only gone for a lousy cup of coffee – I had not figured on having a life-altering event in the break room – but it was set. I’d pick Cindy up on my way to the club Friday night and see where things went from there. I could barely concentrate on my work the rest of the week. I practiced like crazy for the open mike and waited for the week to end.

I picked Cindy up Friday night at her apartment. She looked exquisite, and had on an outfit that was definitely not daytime attire. She wore a white, low-cut sundress that was tight around her bust and waist, and then splayed out to a loose fit around her butt and thighs. The skirt swayed şanlıurfa escort with her hips. Her breasts sloped gently down from her shoulders, their fullness cupped in the thin material of the bodice. There was no evidence of a bra. Her cleavage was there for anyone to behold. I could see the slight outline of her nipple sitting high on her breasts, pointed up and away. Her high-heeled sandals set off the tight muscles of her calves. Her smooth thighs disappeared provocatively under the hem of her short dress. She smelled heavenly and I melted when she smiled at me. I was dumbstruck and could only mumble, “You look great.” I am so smooth sometimes.

We drove to the club, did the small talk thing on the way. On arriving I signed up for a time slot (my 15 minutes of fame) and we snuggled into a booth not far from the stage to wait my turn. We watched the other performers and talked. She had her body turned slightly in the booth and I could feel her thigh, warm against mine. Occasionally her breast brushed against my arm. She laughed at my jokes, stared sweetly into my eyes and occasionally glanced down into my lap. Her sweet scent was intoxicating and the soft confidence of her voice made me harden.

My name was finally called. I did my 3-song set to a rousing response and headed back to my seat. I had killed and Cindy was glowing. “You were fantastic! My God, that was great! The crowd loved you.” Oh man – was this going well. “I want to hear more”, she crooned in a low, sexy voice.

“Can’t do that here, Cindy. But I’m all juiced up to play some more. Let’s head over to my place – have a little wine. I’ll play for you as long as you’d like – a private concert.”

“Awesome! Let’s go.” I slid out of the booth and used my guitar case to hide the bulge in my pants. She grabbed my arm and squished her breasts into my arm. They were so soft. We drove to my apartment – a small, but comfortable abode – popped open a bottle of Merlot, lit a few scented candles, and settled onto the couch for a mini-concert. Cindy curled up sideways on the couch with her legs tucked under her. Her dress rode up her long, smooth thighs. She watched me intently as I began to play. I strummed, sang, joked with her, laughed, drank some wine and sang some more. I could feel her intense gaze as I played. Some women really respond to a guy singing and playing a guitar – and Cindy was one of them.

I finally toke a little break, laid my guitar gently against the couch and turned to Cindy. She looked so incredibly beautiful in the candlelight. “That was fantastic, Ben. I can’t believe how talented you are. I could listen all night. Thank you so much.” She reached out with her right hand and gently squeezed my thigh. I wanted to reach out to her, but I resisted.

“So how about some reciprocation?” I said. “I entertained you – you must have some talent you can reveal to me. Magic tricks? Jokes? Juggling? What’s your hidden talent?”

She smiled coyly, got up from the couch and headed over to the stereo. She picked out a Bryan Ferry CD, slipped it into the changer, turned seductively as the music started and said, “I’ll show you my talent, Ben. Sit back, loosen your seatbelt and relax.”

The music pulsed – a thick, throbbing beat – and as the room flickered from the glow of candles, Cindy closed her eyes and began to sway to the music. Her hips ground slowly to the beat as she turned and moved her hips in a back and forth motion. Her hands began to follow the contours of her body as she stuck her tongue out and licked her lips. I could see her nipples straining the fabric of her dress. Yup – there was no doubt about it – Cindy was about to strip for me. My cock hardened and bulged against sivas escort my slacks as she continued to find her groove. I tried to relax, but I was stiff as a board.

She kept pulling the hem of her dress up to reveal those incredibly taut thighs, only to drop the hem at the moment of truth. Her beautiful ass swayed back and forth. She spread her legs and slowly humped her hips seductively as she lowered her torso closer to the floor. She pulled her arms together squeezing her breasts to overflowing. She was better than any dancer I’d seen in any strip club. I began to wonder if she hadn’t some experience in that line of work.

She slowly reached up and began to slide the straps of her sundress down her shoulders. She cupped her bare breasts, her small hands not doing a very good job of covering their fleshy substance, and slowly dropped the top of her dress. My eyes widened at the site. Her freed breasts swayed and jiggled in the candlelight. Their fullness loomed large against her small frame. They were perfect tits and were highlighted by large, gorgeous aureolas that sat high on her breasts and pointed slightly upward and outward. The nipples were erect and begged to be sucked. She pulled slightly on her nipples, pulling her breasts up slightly, then letting them go. They dropped and bounced against her rib cage. She shimmied her body and her tits went back and forth, bouncing this way and that way. They were perfection and they were begging to be sucked.

Her smooth brown skin was unmarred by any tan lines. She looked me in the eyes with lowered lids and pouted her lips. She leaned down on the coffee table in front of me and began to move back and forth, her tits hanging down and wobbling wildly with each thrust.

“Ben, this is how my tits shake when I’m getting fucked doggie-style. I love to fuck and I love it doggie.” God – I was ready to cum and we had barely touched.

She turned her back to me and began to slowly lift the hem of her dress again. Her thighs were slender and taut. The hem finally rose above her ass, revealing two perfect round globes separated by the thin strap of a white satin thong. I moaned. She spread her legs slightly and bent over. I could see the roundness of her labia straining through the material of her thong. It looked moist. She slowly removed her dress and turned to face me again. She pulled the thong up to cup her pussy, creating a little pocket of fleshy love, packed into a satin pouch. She turned again to give me the view from the rear, a round white bulge of pure sex protruding from between her slightly parted legs. She slowly, slowly slipped the thong down her thighs, stood up straight, totally naked and looked over her shoulder at me. Her ass was perfection. Her entire body was perfection. She absolutely oozed sex.

“Ben, I want you to come over here and lie down on the rug.” I obeyed like a little puppy. I clumsily pulled off my clothes and went to lay down in the middle of the room. She put her small feet on either side of my head, facing my feet and began to dance again, directly above me. God – what a view. Her pussy lips protruded wetly from her cunt, with just a small tuft of hair above her slit. She arched her back slightly so her pudenda protruded from between her legs. Its round bulge was split by her beautiful pussy lips. She slid her middle finger down into her slit, slowly stuck it into her cunt up to the second knuckle and let out a short gasp.

As she swayed she began to crouch lower and lower. Her pussy opened up to me as she slowly descended the center of her body toward by face. I could smell her sex and see the moistness of her pussy extending down the inside of her smooth thighs. Her labia trakya escort were large and open, framing a wet gash of slippery folds leading to her deepest hole.

“Ben – I want you to stick your tongue out as far as you can, but leave your head on the floor.”

This I did. She came closer and closer. The scent was overwhelming. I wanted to reach up and pull her to me, but I allowed her to continue teasing me unmercifully. She got down on her knees and began to barely rub the length of her slit along my tongue. She was dripping – completely soaked – and she moaned each time she slid the length of her slit along my tongue. My taste buds were in overdrive. I could hear her breathing heavy now as she came down hard on my face and began to slide up and down, back and forth, always in time with the music. I was fucking her with my tongue, or she was fucking my face, depending on your point of view.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I found her engorged clit, puckered my lips and began to suck on her. She gasped and grabbed my cock and leaned down to take me in her mouth. We devoured each other. The slurping and sucking sounds, the deep beat of the music, the candlelight, the exquisite smell and taste of her sex – it was a cacophony of sexual abandon. I was absolutely drowning in her wetness. I stuck my tongue as far as would go into her body. Then I slipped back to her clit and twiddled it madly with my tongue.

She removed my cock from her mouth and grabbed it with both hands, holding onto it like it was a gearshift. “Stick out your tongue out and keep it stiff!” she screamed. I obeyed as she jammed her cunt on to my tongue and face. I stuck my thumb in her asshole to give me leverage as she ground her pussy onto my face hard. She bucked against my face faster and faster, her breath escaping in tiny gasps until she yelled “Oh FUCK!!” and her whole body began to tremble. I felt the walls of her pussy constrict on my tongue as she came, giving out a series of tiny, high-pitched squeals. My face was soaked with her juices. She collapsed in a heap as I extracted my thumb.

“God, Ben, that was so fine. I need to return the favor. Where’s that beautiful cock of yours. I love your cock, Ben – it’s gorgeous and I want to fuck it – now.”

She flipped around facing me – I was still on my back and my cock was aching to explode. She kneeled over me, back straight up and dropped down on my cock in one motion and began to move her hips back and forth. Slowly she increased the speed until she was bouncing up and down at a frantic pace, her eyes looking straight into mine, her hair flying, and her beautiful tits bouncing up and down and sideways and every which way. I tried to cup them, but they were too much to hold onto as she pounded the fuck out of me. I held my palms just under her tits as she fucked me, her tit flesh softly bouncing on my hands with each downward thrust – eliciting a small slapping sound. She wasn’t keeping beat to the music anymore; she was keeping beat to her own sexual rhythm. I kept watching her incredible breasts, which were just flying all over the place – they seemed to have a life of their own.

“Come in me, Ben”, she screamed. Say no more. I unloaded a heavy load of cum into her pussy as I moaned her name. I would have collapsed on the floor, except I was already there. All I could do was shake my head and marvel at the fuck I had just experienced. She leaned down and kissed me sweetly for the first time, tasting her own juices mingled with my saliva.

“Cindy, any time you want a private concert, you just let me know. I’m at your beck and call. No charge.”

She giggled as she snuggled into my chest, my limp dick swimming in the juices of the aftermath of our fuck. “Sounds great. Open mike – tomorrow night – your place. But I don’t think we’re done tonight quite yet. I want you doggie.” She gently began to stoke my cock and I gently rubbed her nipples. I could feel my cock harden in her small hand.

Well, as the old saying goes, “I love my guitar.”

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PART 1 – Best Friends

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

Miley slowly pulled her BMW into the driveway where Stacy lived with her parents. She turned the key off and peered towards the house, not looking forward to the coming moments. Things were not that great between her and Stacy, and Miley wasn’t sure how to fix their relationship. But she had to try, they had been best friends since kindergarten and Miley couldn’t turn her back on twelve years of friendship. At least they’d be alone; Miley purposefully waited until Monday so that Stacy’s parents would be at work.

Taking a deep breath, Miley opened her car door and walked up the drive towards the front steps.

Stacy was already standing in the entryway behind a screen door, having seen Miley pull in. “What do you want?” she asked in a flat tone.

“I want to talk,” Miley replied gently.

Stacy folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the doorjamb, the screen door still between them. “What is there to talk about?”

“Stacy, please. We’re best friends, can’t we-“

“No!” Stacy barked, “No, Miley, we’re not best friends anymore. It’s become very clear that you don’t give a shit about me.”

“How can you say that?” Miley frowned. “How can you just throw away our friendship?”

“It’s not anything I did,” Stacy replied coldly. “You’re the one who always sides with Brian. And then you take him to Miami and let him hook up with some random bimbo-“

“He didn’t cheat on you!” Miley fumed.

“Whatever,” Stacy said, her eyes growing moist.

“You didn’t even let him explain,” Miley argued. “And how could you punch poor Sam? We thought her nose was broken!”

“She deserved worse,” Stacy spat. “And I didn’t let Brian explain because I saw it with my own eyes.”

“You didn’t see anything, Stacy. Nothing happened between them.”

“Save it, Miley. Brian already tried that line of bullshit on me. The fact that you’re lying for him tells me everything I need to know about our so-called friendship.”

“Oh god… I was there!” Miley yelled angrily. “I was sitting in Brian’s hotel room when he passed out. Charlie had to lift him into his bed so I’m pretty sure Brian wasn’t in any shape to do anything but snore, much less cheat on you. Sam was drunk too, we were all drunk, so there was no way I was going to let her drive home. She slept on the couch in Brian’s room. I know, because I helped her find some bedding!”

Stacy narrowed her eyes, not ready to believe Miley, “But she was wearing his shirt, she was half-naked-“

“I gave her the shirt!” Miley threw her arms up in frustration. “I got it out of Brian’s luggage. And of course she was half-naked, she was asleep! Do you sleep with your pants on?”

Stacy blinked.

Miley exhaled a heavy breath, trying to keep her anger in check. She didn’t want to get into another screaming match with Stacy. “Let me ask you something, Stace, and be honest with yourself even if you’re not with me. What are you really afraid of, losing Brian? Or being alone?”

Tears began to stream from Stacy’s eyes and she lowered her face to her palms, “Oh Miley, I’m so afraid of being alone.”

=====

“She’s never going to talk to me again,” Brian lamented.

“Sure she will,” Charlie replied, sucking some soda through a straw. He and Brian were seated in the mall’s food court, during Charlie’s lunch break. “Miley’s going over there today to talk to her, she’ll fix everything.”

“You didn’t see the look on Stacy’s face in Miami. She wouldn’t even give me a chance to explain, she just punched Sam, called me a bunch of names I won’t repeat, and stalked off.”

“Why didn’t you go after her?” Charlie wondered. He and Miley had missed the entire encounter between Stacy Brian and Sam, as they had been asleep in their hotel room. They only experienced the aftermath.

“Because Sam was on the floor with blood streaming from her nose,” Brian replied. “I had to help her.”

“Well, don’t worry yourself too much. Miley will sort it out.”

“I’m afraid my situation with Stacy is too complicated for even Miley to sort out.” Brian picked at a basket of French fries that he had barely touched, “It’s like I told you in Miami, I feel like Stacy and I are forcing our relationship.”

“First things first,” Charlie advised. “Stacy needs to understand that you didn’t cheat on her. Once she’s civil enough to talk to, the two of you can figure out what happens next.”

Brian nodded slowly, “I guess.”

=====

“Can I please come in?” Miley asked.

Stacy sniffled and nodded, unlatching the screen door and pushing it open.

Miley quickly moved to hug her best friend.

Stacy squeezed back, hugging tightly and still crying. “I’m so sorry, Miley. I’ve been such a bitch lately.”

“Me too,” Miley said, tears forming under her eyes as well. “That argument we had before I left for Miami was so stupid.”

“I know,” Stacy stepped back, wiping at her cheeks. “I’ve been really depressed about it ever since.”

“Honey, you know you’re never going kütahya escort to be alone, right?” Miley wiped at her eyes, “You have me. I’ll always be your best friend, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stacy said amidst more tears.

Miley clenched Stacy in another hug, “Let’s not fight anymore, okay?”

“Never again,” Stacy swore.

=====

“Hey Charlie,” Chip greeted as Charlie returned to work.

Charlie stepped behind the cashier’s counter with his younger co-worker, “Has it been busy?”

“Nah,” Chip shook his head. “I sold some Justice League back-issues to that guy who works at the toy store, but that’s about it.”

Charlie pinned his name tag back on, “Did he say when the new McFarlane action figures were coming in?”

“Thursday,” Chip answered. “So you’ve been pretty tight-lipped all morning, how did it go in Miami?”

“It was… interesting.”

“Did they like your comic?”

“Unfortunately not,” Charlie sighed. “But Brian and I met a really great girl who wants to be our editor. She has agreed to be show our work to some of her other publishing contacts.”

“Wow, that’s so cool,” Chip sounded envious. “I bet some day you’ll be a world-famous comic book writer, like Bendis, and I’ll be able to tell all my friends we used to work together.”

Charlie grinned, “Thanks Chip. I don’t know that Bendis is world-famous, but I get your point.”

“By the way, a packaged arrived for you while you were at lunch.” Chip pointed to the side, “It’s under the counter there.”

Charlie glanced, “A package? Why would anyone send me anything here?”

Chip shrugged, “I don’t know. Looks like a trade paperback or something.”

Charlie moved to fetch the package. It was a thin box that looked like it would contain documents or a magazine. Looking at the front Charlie noticed that it wasn’t mailed. There wasn’t even an address; the package was simply labeled with his name written in magic marker. Charlie thought the writing looked familiar.

“Who dropped this off?” Charlie asked.

Chip answered, “I was sworn to secrecy.”

Turning the package around, Charlie tore open the seal and gently removed the contents. It was a comic book carefully contained in a bag with a backing board.

“What is it?” Chip was peering curiously.

Charlie stared at the comic book. “The Brave and the Bold number fifty-four,” he said reverently.

Chip looked on in awe, “Whoa, that’s the first appearance of the Teen Titans. That’s like a five hundred dollar book.”

A slip of paper fell out of the package and Charlie knelt to pick it up. He set the comic book down gently to unfold the note and read it:

Charlie,

I wanted you to know how proud I am of you. Things didn’t go your way last weekend in Miami but you didn’t let it get you down. Here is a present to remind you that every super-hero had to start somewhere. Captain Darkness will get his chance, and so will you. One day the first appearance of your creation will be hanging on the wall of a downtown comic book store, just like this one was.

You are the love of my life. I will always believe in you.

-Miley

Charlie blinked and wiped at his cheek, hoping that Chip wouldn’t see the tear that dripped from his eye. He remembered the exact wall Miley had mentioned in her note. It had been over a year ago, the day after his high school prom, when he and Miley were browsing downtown. They went into a comic book store where a copy of Brave and the Bold 4 was hanging on the wall. Charlie remembered, because the Teen Titans were his favorite super-hero team, and he’d always wanted a copy of their first appearance.

“She came in earlier,” Chip said, “right after you left for lunch.”

Charlie wiped the back of a hand across his cheek and turned around, “Huh?”

“Miley,” Chip said. He pointed at the comic book, “She dropped it off. I told her you were headed to the food court, but she said she had to get somewhere and made me promise to give it to you.”

Charlie picked the comic book up again, “This is the coolest thing anyone has ever given me.”

“You’re so lucky,” Chip remarked jealously. “Not only is your girlfriend the hottest babe on the planet, she’s a Teen Titans fan to boot.”

=====

Miley sat on her couch, pushing a hand through her dark curly hair. She exhaled, tired from an emotional day. She ended up spending the entire afternoon with Stacy, crying, talking, and crying some more. But she had one more task to perform, so she slipped her cell phone from a tiny purse.

“Hello?” Brian answered.

“Hey hon,” Miley greeted. “You got a minute?”

“Of course,” Brian replied. “I’ve been waiting for you to call all day.”

“I know,” Miley nodded. “I’m sorry, Stacy and I ended up in a huge bonding tear-fest that was completely unavoidable. I just got home.”

“How is she?”

“She’s scared,” Miley said. “Scared of being alone, and scared of being a single mother.”

Brian was silent on the other manisa escort end of the phone.

“She knows you didn’t cheat on her,” Miley continued. “I convinced her of that. But I was honest with her, Brian. I told her that you and Sam kinda clicked, and that you seemed to like her.”

“Was she angry?”

“No,” Miley answered. “Not really. I think Stacy realizes that you and she aren’t working out, and that she’s been clinging to you because she’s afraid of being alone and pregnant. You need to go talk to her though, and figure out where you guys are at.”

“I will,” Brian promised. “Thanks Miley, seriously. You’re the best.”

“Wait sweetie, there’s something else.”

“What is it?” Brian asked.

Miley was silent for a moment, not sure if she should be the one to tell Brian, “Don’t wait to talk to her, okay? I think she wants to get an abortion.”

=====

Chip stood behind the cash register, leaning on the counter with an elbow and his chin planted in a palm. He was absorbed by a comic book he was reading and didn’t notice a man approach the counter.

“Ahem,” the man cleared his throat. “Can you tell me if Charlie White is working today?”

Chip looked up to see a sharply-dressed gentleman, and then pointed towards the far side of the store where Charlie was organizing some trading cards.

Moving through the store, the man approached Charlie, “Hello there.”

Charlie glanced up, “Mr. Andrews? Hey, how are you?”

Jack smiled, “I’m doing just fine, Charlie. And how many more times must I ask you to call me ‘Jack’.”

Charlie grinned, “Sorry, old habit. What brings you to The House of Spandex?”

“You do,” Jack replied. “Though while I’m here I may catch up on what Superman is doing. He was always my favorite. I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

“No, it’s cool.” Charlie held out a hand, “It’s good to see you sir… er, Jack.”

Jack shook Charlie’s hand, “It’s good to see you too, Charlie.” Jack was always impressed with Charlie’s mannered demeanor.

“So what can I do for you?”

“It’s about my little girl. As I’m sure you know her birthday is next week.”

Charlie nodded, “Yeah. July 20th, right?”

“Her golden birthday,” Jack said. “I’d like to throw her a party.”

“Cool. That sounds fun. Do you need me to help out?”

“I do,” Jack nodded. “I need a guest list.”

Charlie lifted his brows, “Oh, uh…”

“I can handle her family, of course. But I’m afraid I don’t know many of her friends.”

“Wow,” Charlie lifted a hand to wipe the corners of his mouth in consideration. “I’m not sure I can help you out.”

Jack look confused, “You and Miley are still together, right?”

“Yes, absolutely. But Miley doesn’t really hang out with many of her high school friends anymore. And I was at Brown last year so I’ve never met any of her college friends; she hasn’t mentioned any of them this summer either.” Charlie searched his thoughts, “Oh, I did meet this Brett guy. Um… but you probably don’t want to invite him.”

Jack squinted, “So who does Miley spend all her time with?”

Charlie looked at Jack and lifted a shoulder, “Me, I guess. And sometimes my buddy Brian. The three of us were in Miami last weekend, for example. And of course there’s Stacy, but I’m not sure where they’re at; they’ve been fighting lately.”

Jack chuckled, “Unbelievable.”

“Is something wrong?”

Jack shook his head, “Miley used to be the most popular girl in school. I remember her sixteenth birthday party; she had a hundred and fifty people she wanted to invite. Half the class! And now there’s just you.”

Charlie winced, “Is that a problem?”

“No,” Jack answered firmly. “No it’s not. If anything, it shows me she really does love you as much as she says she does.”

“I hope so,” Charlie replied. “Because hardly a day goes by when I don’t pinch myself to make sure I’m awake. Miley is an amazing girl, and I’m lucky to have her.”

Jack reached out and clasped Charlie’s shoulder, “You’re lucky to have each other. Now, why don’t you show me where those new Superman comics are?”

=====

Miley opened her oven door to a billowing cloud of smoke, which was so thick she had to throw her forearm over her eyes and couldn’t help but to cough. She had to wave her oven mitt in the air to clear the smoke away before pulling out a burnt casserole.

“Way to go, Miley,” she said to herself dryly. “Another cooking masterpiece.”

Miley could only sigh when her smoke detector went off.

“What is going on?” Charlie had to yell.

Miley turned around with a start; she hadn’t heard when Charlie came in to her apartment with his key. She watched as he batted at the smoke alarm high on the ceiling. After a few tries Charlie finally hit the button to silence the thing.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asked, concerned.

Miley nodded miserably, “I tried cooking again.”

Charlie chuckled and walked to Miley, wrapping her in his arms. “Why didn’t you order out? You know what mardin escort happens every time you try cooking.”

Miley stretched her arms around Charlie’s waist and pressed the side of her face against his chest, “I wanted to make you dinner for once, like a wife does for her husband when he comes home from work.”

“We’re not married yet,” Charlie rubbed a soothing hand across Miley’s back.

“But we will be one day,” Miley looked up at Charlie. “What kind of mother will I be if I can’t even cook for our children?”

Charlie narrowed his eyes, “You’re not pregnant are you?”

“No,” Miley laid her head back against Charlie’s chest. “But I’ve been with Stacy all afternoon, so I’ve been thinking about that kind of stuff.”

“Tough day?” Charlie wondered.

“Kind of,” Miley answered. “It was good though, I guess. Stace and I made up, and I think I helped her sort some stuff out. At least, in regards to Brian.”

“Well, I had an awesome day.”

Miley looked up at Charlie, “Yeah?”

Charlie nodded, “A package came for me.”

Miley beamed out an excited smile, “Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” Charlie replied. “How did you know I wanted that issue so bad?”

“I remember you staring at that thing like it were a blonde with big boobs.”

“You remembered that after all this time, exactly what issue it was?”

Miley shook her head, “I bought it that day, and hid it from you.”

Charlie squinted, “You’ve had it all this time? That was over a year ago!”

“I know,” Miley nodded. “I was going to give it to you for your birthday last fall, but then you were at Brown and we were more or less broken up. But I’m glad you like it, I thought it would make a nice present to cheer you up. Our weekend in Miami ended up being kind of a downer.”

“I loved it,” Charlie said. “But I loved your note even more. I like being the love of your life.”

Miley bit her lip and smiled, then leaned close to kiss Charlie. The two teenagers grew entangled, kissing passionately in the middle of the kitchen amidst the stench of burnt casserole. Things quickly escalated and before long Miley was clutching at Charlie’s shirt and yanking it from under his khakis. Their kiss broke long enough for Charlie to lift his arms, allowing Miley to pull the shirt off, but then they went right back at it.

Lifting Miley to the kitchen counter, Charlie sweeped away plates and utensils with one motion of his arm. Miley knew instinctively what to do as soon as she was seated on the counter and began unfastening her shorts as they continued to kiss. He pulled her shorts down her tanned legs, bringing her panties along for the ride, but when they got hung up on her sneakers he pulled those off too. While Charlie was working on that, Miley pulled her top off, casting it to the kitchen floor. She didn’t have time to work her bra off, because as soon as Charlie moved between her naked and spread legs Miley reached down to begin the process of removing his pants.

Their lips remained connected, with Miley sticking her tongue in hiss mouth. Charlie kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants down his legs. Using his feet to bunch the pants on the floor, Charlie was able to step out of them without having to pull his mouth from Miley’s.

Miley was in heaven as Charlie slid her butt to the edge of the counter and started poking at her sex with his erection. No bothersome foreplay, no appetizers, just straight to the main course. It was exactly how she liked her sex and she let Charlie know by clutching an arm around his neck tightly, trying to shove her tongue down his throat.

Charlie grabbed her under her knees and spread her legs. In turn, Miley took a handful of Charlie’s length to guide the head of his cock towards her slit; she often aimed for him this way during their couplings. He slid into her easily and Miley gasped at the intrusion; Charlie’s near-ten inches never failed to illicit an aroused response.

Curling her legs around his waist, Miley pressed her shapely ankles against the small of his back. She used this hold on him to spur him into action, encouraging Charlie to hump himself deeply into her passage. And still they kissed. She began sucking on Charlie’s tongue like it were a cock coming out of his mouth, flicking her own tongue against the tip of his. They’re hands explored each other’s torsos, groping and fondling. Their bodies moved in unison against one another as Charlie bucked and humped with his hips.

Finally the kiss broke as Charlie started working his hips with more force. His hands found the top of Miley’s ass and squeezed. She gasped over Charlie’s shoulder, clinging to him tightly with both her arms and her legs as he thundered between her thighs.

Her orgasm arrived first, a sudden and powerful thing. Miley dug her neatly-manicured fingernails into Charlie’s back as the orgasm quickly consumed her every sensibility. She didn’t scream, her jaw simply went limp and her mouth hung open; gasps were all that escaped. Miley became a quivering rag doll clinging to Charlie for dear life as he fucked her through the orgasm, prolonging her exquisite pleasure with every thrust.

Charlie could feel each flutter of Miley’s pussy around his length, and it quickly fueled his own climax. When he felt the surge about to boil over, he arbitrarily pulled out.

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Let me describe myself for you I am divorced 5ft 11in tall 40yrs old dark hair with traces of grey/silver I am a little overweight , when I was younger I was very self conscious of this but as I grew older it never seemed a problem in my getting women , this is something that always surprised me and over time my confidence overcame my weight problem in my mind so I was quite comfortable in approaching women. I liked to dress well and always kept myself well groomed.
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We had a pleasant meal and eventually went for a drive around the town looking at Xmas lights , we joked and seemed to be getting along well ,I invited her back to my house for coffee , Lisa hesitated a little being our first meeting but nervously said okay.

We sat next to each other at my house drinking coffee making small talk , the sexual tension was building as we talked around the fact that we had only just met and here we were in my house, alone!. After 15 minutes of this Lisa turned to me and said “ Can I kiss you?” .Leaning over the first kiss was a bit tentative , her lips were soft my tongue hungrily probed her mouth , her response was to slide her tongue into my mouth and suck kocaeli escort on my tongue. Our kisses became more heated I unbuttoned her blouse and fondled her breasts they were soft smooth young ,my hand cupped each in turn squeezing the nipples between my fingers each squeeze was harder ,the harder her nipples became the harder my cock became. I knelt between her legs and removed her bra sitting there I suckled on her cleavage hungrily sucking and biting her nipples . Lisa really liked it hard and arched her back and held my head firmly as I bit her hard tits .Her skirt had ridden up and I could make out her young pussy the moisture obvious through the cotton material. She ground her panty clad pussy against my hard cock through my trousers calling out “Oh God Oh God Oh God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” as a massive orgasm erupted shaking her from her pussy to her red hair . Her movements had bought me to the brink of orgasm I pulled my throbbing cock out and guided her mouth to it , my cock erupted as soon as her mouth touched the head , I pulled konya escort her head down so that my cum filled her mouth, she mewed softly as she swallowed , it sounded like she was savouring a much favoured morsel and then devouring it not missing a drop sucking me clean .We collapsed on the lounge ,our animalistic actions left us panting , a look of shock on her face as she realized what she had been capable of , she was no longer a good girl like her mother had taught. she had reached a new depth of sexual awakening .What scared her was the fact that she had liked it “ I’m not really a slut” she stammered

“its just that the way you kissed me awakened an uncontrollable urge ,I felt like such a dirty girl a slut ,your slut! and I wanted to get dirtier and sluttier and taste your cum!” she went on alook of confusion on her face “ I have to go this isn’t right!” I smiled as she went through the door ,.

I allowed a few minutes before I sent a text message to her mobile phone “Yes you are my slut, and you will do as I say Lisa, you will learn to crave the taste of my cum, and allow me to take you for my pleasure ,(signed K).

It took another 15 minutes before she replied “ yes I will be your slut ,teach me! use me! ,please! ,L”

I chuckled to myself as the seed of a plan grew in my minds eye, my cock stirred at the possibilities.

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This is a story of my girlfriend, Laurie, and me. This was in the summer of the first year we had gotten together. We had met earlier that spring, online. From the get-go our love for each other was passionate, hot, and never ending.

Just wishing for the summer, baby, the two of us lying on the beach looking at the sunset. Just enjoying being together. Our arms wrapped around each other. As the sun sets we begin to kiss, our tongues finding each other. Our hands pulling each other closer, caressing each other as our desire starts to build, lover.

Let’s slip out of our clothes and see how well we fit skin to skin. Perfect fit! My breasts pressed up against you, feeling your hand stroking down my back. Feeling your cock as it begins to react, my pussy starting to drip from wanting you so very much, baby.

I want to gently make love with you, my darling our hands reaching down and stroking each other. Your cock trembling in my hand, my pussy dripping with maraş escort love juice as you stroke it. Lovingly fucking each other with our hands, sweetheart as we kiss deeply, passionately. Wanting each other so very much!

My hard nipples pressing against your chest and feeling yours against me, as we pull each other closer. Your fingers sliding deep in my pussy as I stroke up and down your cock. I want to make love to you, baby.

I turn onto my back as you move on top of me, our lips still locked together. My legs spread open wide for you as we rub the tip of your cock up and down my pussy. Feel how wet I am for you, Jake! Then slowly, gently you slide it inside me. All the way in, looking deep into each other’s eyes. Seeing the passion we have for one another.

Slowly you start to slide in and out of me, gently fucking me. My hips meeting each thrust as you slowly increase the tempo. Feeling our desire increase we begin kastamonu escort to fuck harder and faster. In and out, baby as I call out for you. Oh Jake, I want to feel you deep in me making love by the water all night long.

Faster now, baby we fuck each other. Feel the come coating our cock as you slide in and out of me. Faster and harder, lover cum in me, Jake, cum deep in me. I want us to cum together, cum as one.

Feeling your hard cock tremble inside as you slide it in my pussy and just hold it there. Our bodies locked together, looking deep in each other’s eyes. Then you slowly start to slide it out then plunge it deep in me again. Over and over you move slowly out and ram hard and fast back in.

Making me moan for you Jake, wanting you. Harder, baby, yes, please, now ram me hard and fast. Come on, lover do it, fuck me good. I want to feel you cum in me, baby. My hips meeting yours as you ram your cock in me kayseri escort looking at each other and talking as we fuck. You are turning me on, baby! Making me hotter and hotter for you, both of us moaning loud as we fuck one another deep. I love feeling you hit the bottom of my cunt, baby. You feel so good inside me, Jake especially when you are all the way in me. Feel my pussy grip your cock, lover pulling you into me.

Cum with me, baby, cum hard inside me. Yes baby do it now! Keep sliding it in and out of me, lover, keep loving me while I milk you dry, in and out sweetie slowly sliding in me. Lay with me, Jake and hold me tight. I want to feel your arms holding me, safe and warm. Cuddling with you as the stars come out and listening to the waves as the lap along the shore.

Soon we will head back to the cabin to continue our lovemaking. But for now let’s just rest in each- others’ arms, gently stroking one another, kissing each other and talking softly. Looking forward to our next adventure baby, god I LOVE you and LUST You!!!

Love,

Laurie

P.S. Did I ever tell you about my secret desire to fuck in front of others? Not to let them get involved, but just to watch, with envy, as you and I go wild. Hmm, guess I’ll need to share that soon. Smooch!

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Claire…I won’t use her last name, was an in-law of mine. I’d known her since about 1973 and back then she was a dead knock out! Pretty face, fine figure and too hip sense of humor.

One year, at Christmas, we got to yakking and sort of got to know each other a little better. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to text each other. It took a while to get going with that but I asked for a picture one time. In return, I got a cheesecake photo of Claire on the Florida beach! I whistled in return and from then on she sent me the sexy photo every year when she got back from her Florida vacation. Claire went on vacation solo since she and her husband were no longer sleeping together. She was proud of her body and usually dated the pictures with her now advancing age. We exchanged sexts from time to time but it never went any further than that.

Then, when she turned 60, she sent me a particularly sexy bikini pic with her captivating smile, like always, the highlight. I couldn’t help but respond: “I’d love to see that shot in person some day.” She didn’t immediately respond and I wondered if I’d offended her but then came the familiar “ding” as she replied to my message.

“How about tomorrow? The weather will be fine and we can walk to the beach from my house!” Her husband was fishing in Idaho and I knew this was too good an invitation to pass up. They live in Hermosa Beach, just up from the shore and she was waiting when I got there, already dressed in her bikini with a little white terrycloth robe covering her body. I got a little cheek kiss when she greeted me and we drank a beer in the garage where she had a couple of canvas chairs set up to watch the busy beachgoers passing by. I loved her witty sense of humor and her sparkling brown eyes which seemed to be trained on me most of the time. Her long tanned legs were sprinkled with freckles and seemed to be unchanged by the passing of time.

Finally, towels and umbrella in hand, we made our way down to the beach. I had my little Canon camera with me and I had to stop myself from just shooting her right away, feeling I was supposed to go through this charade of “This Is Just A Little Fun,” instead of “I’m going to jerk off later looking at your barely covered pussy and tits!”

When we hit the sand Claire laid out her towel and settled down under the warm California sun. She looked up at me and pointing to the camera said, “Should I stand up, like in the Florida photos?”

“Oh, you look good just like you are!” I quickly shot back. Then, my hands trembling, I got the camera ready (yes, I replaced the batteries beforehand) and took several pictures of Claire lying there on her towel, her cute pink and flowered bikini doing a wonderful job of showing off her still shapely body. I had her rest her head on her palm and took some pictures from the side. I wanted her to open her legs but I was too embarrassed to ask. To my surprise, Claire eventually rolled over on her stomach and let me photograph her ass!

“My tits are still good but my ass and stomach are sagging nowadays.” she quietly said.

“They look damn good to me.” I couldn’t help but answer. Again, I wanted her on all fours but couldn’t make myself ask her to do that. Then suddenly she began to climb to her feet and I was able to get a couple of good shots of her ass as she rose up. She heard the shutter click and gave me a funny look. She scrunched up her nose and shook her head as if to say “no” but it was too late. I had the pictures!

Well, it was hot and getting more and more crowded there on the beach so we picked up our towels and began making our way up the hill to her home. I wanted to put my arm around her waist but we were both carrying too much stuff for that. We put the beach gear in the garage and headed upstairs to fix a snack.

Well, the snack ended up being tortilla chips and margaritas! Claire was still dressed in only her bikini and the conversation was starting to flow as the tequila hatay escort loosened us both up. Claire got up to take the snack tray into the kitchen and I retrieved my camera. When she returned I showed her the camera and proposed we do a couple more, “in here, where it’s private.” I got a sneaky look from her. Like she understood what I meant by “private.”

But Claire didn’t object when I took a few photos of her on the sofa. I started to touch her a bit here and there, posing her. I was instructing her about how I wanted her to pose like I was some kind of artist or something, which I’m not but I did get her legs open and I shot lots of photos of that. Finally, feeling the time was right (and I had nothing to lose), I asked Claire if we could shoot some photos of her, not nude, but with her dressed in panties and bra instead of the bathing suit. “Nothing will show that isn’t already showing.” I argued. Well, it took a bit of discussion but she eventually went in the bedroom and came out a few minutes later dressed in lacy white panties and matching bra! Wow! A lot more was showing than in the bikini! I could tell Claire’s pussy was shaved by the way her panties were subtly slipping into her vaginal cleft. Her facial expressions changed too. From “Hi there! I’m smiling at the beach!” to “I’m a woman and I’ve got something to show you.”

We both knew we’d crossed some kind of line now and I was shooting sexy pictures. I placed Claire on her back on the sofa and then lifted her left leg up onto the back of the sofa, then placed her right leg on the floor thereby opening up her panty crotch to my curious camera. Claire was giving me mixed signals with her facial expressions. Sometimes, a silly little smile, sometimes bedroom eyes as she voluntarily opened her legs a bit further. I then moved her to a kneeling position on the carpet with her chest on the sofa cushions. She looked back at me very much aware of the sexually inviting position I’d placed her in. Her flimsy little panties weren’t doing much to cover her ass but she gave me a sunny smile just the same. I then moved quietly up to Claire’s body and undid the strap to her bra.

“I’d just like to see all of your back.” I explained. Of course I wanted to see all of her front too and I hoped maybe I would in a while. Claire didn’t complain and from then on I assumed I could shoot whatever I wanted if I was willing to try. I peeled her panties down just to the top of her butt crack and whispered “This’ll be a sexy shot…just a peek, you know?” She rolled her eyes at my comment but I got those bedroom eyes when I shot the photo. Then, I just went for it and pulled her panties down until they were twisted at the bottom of her gorgeous ass cheeks! Wow! Look at that ass!” Nice and untanned. I got several good shots of Claire’s lewdly exposed butt cheeks and then asked her to separate her rear globes for an even saucier shot but she balked at that request.

“Oh, Jeff. We were just going to fool around a little. You know where this is going to lead.” She then brought up her husband and my wife to whom we were promised till death do us part. Of course both of us were no longer happily married and if we were, we wouldn’t be doing any of this in the first place but I understood what she was saying.

I gave a sigh and reluctantly pulled up Claire’s panties assuming our fun was over. She didn’t bother to reattach her bra I assume because her tits are her best feature and they seem to be unaffected by the ravages of time. Claire then surprised me by turning over onto her back and showing me her cute little tits! Capped by brown nipples, they were an absolute delight! Sixty years or sixteen, those were some real nice titties! I shot more lurid photos of Claire’s shapely body while she gave me alternative silly smiles and bedroom eyes. I found myself wishing I could go in the actual bedroom and see what those bedroom eyes looked like in there. I momentarily ığdır escort stopped shooting and just looked at Claire, wearing only skimpy white panties, her girlish tits pointing up at me.

So, I got up my nerve and asked Claire if we could go in the bedroom where she could pose dressed as she was on the bed. She took a minute to consider the request and then motioned for me to follow her. We wordlessly entered the bedroom. Claire silently shut the door and closed the drapes which gave the room a more romantic mood.

And then…then Claire laid down on the bed and opened her soft thighs and exposed the crotch of her sexy little white panties! Now, I was sporting a big old hard on and it was obvious to anyone who happened to be looking. And Claire happened to be looking! I saw her eyes fixed on the bulge in my trunks as I photographed her reclining there, her pretty tits on display as well as her barely covered pussy. I briefly “adjusted” my stiff cock before asking Claire to move to her hands and knees.

She ignored my request. “Are you okay there Jeff?” She smiled at me as she said it and gestured towards my manhood.

“I’m okay for now…” I tried to inject a little innuendo into my words. Then, it was quiet in that little beachside bedroom. It was Claire looking at my hard on and then up at my face and me, camera poised and waiting. Claire hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on mine. Then…oh then she took the leg band of her panties and pulled it to one side completely exposing her pussy! I took a deep breath and swallowed hard trying to compose myself. I took six pictures of Claire’s salacious display while she gave me her unique “Here it is…how do you like it?” smile.

I did the best I could but it was no use. I set the camera down and pulled off my trunks freeing my fully erect penis. I momentarily stroked it while Claire looked on and then climbed onto the bed. By now, I was convinced that we were really going to make it and I wasted no time in taking that beautiful brunette into my arms. Our lips met and this was no causal kiss. No, I was pressing my lips to hers and then my tongue slid into her mouth. I waited for Claire to explode with furious anger but…but it didn’t happen that way.

But, again her conscience started to bother her. Not so much her husband who had cheated on her for years during their long marriage. But for my wife. She didn’t deserve this and Claire didn’t want to be the one who did it to her.

I knew what she was feeling but I pointed down to my frustrated cock and gave her a hopeless look like: “So what about him? Does he go home hungry?”

Women seem to be smarter than men and they think faster too. Claire just reached over to the nightstand and, after opening the drawer, she pulled out a small bottle of lube. She didn’t speak but tossed it to me. Then she addressed me: “I think I know what you will be doing when you look at these pictures later on. So, now you can just amuse yourself any way you like and we won’t get in any trouble or disappoint anyone.”

Of course we were going to disappoint ME since I wanted to fuck her but when she settled back onto the pillows and reached down to again open her panty crotch so that I could view her naked vagina, my disappointment faded away rather quickly. I lubed up and drank in the sight of Claire lying there on the bed, her legs well apart and her hairless pussy lips on display. My cock lurched at the sight of the soft pink color of her labia. I wanted to kiss her pussy. I wanted to kiss it bad. I began to stroke my cock vigorously, my eyes locked on Claire’s body until, at last, she climbed up on her hands and knees. She looked back at me and said, “You can take off my panties if you like…”

If I like? Hah! I pulled down her panties and she lifted each knee to allow me to get them all the way off. Now her exquisitely tight asshole was visible as well as her smooth pink pussy below. My cock was demanding ısparta escort satisfaction now and I wasn’t sure my fist would be enough to provide the pleasurable release I so desperately needed. I climbed to my knees behind the now panting brunette and devoured the sight of her naked loins. I know she expected me to jerk off while enjoying her nudity but I couldn’t help myself. I really couldn’t. I moved closer and then I got my face right on top of her rear cheeks. I swiped my tongue all over Claire’s little asshole and pussy! She gasped and moaned “No…No…we agreed…” But, with the taste of her pussy in my mouth now, I wasn’t about to stop. I repeatedly stabbed my tongue into Claire’s sweet little pussy which began to elicit moans of pleasure from her excited core. Over and over I licked Claire’s pussy all the way to her puckered back hole while she knelt there subserviently and took it.

“Oh,,,Oh…Oh…Oh…” She responded as she felt my tongue lovingly paint her sensitive little pussyhole and, just above, her forbidden little anus! Then, I suddenly felt Claire sort of relax and lower her chest to the mattress. Even more of her lewdly exposed ass was now available to me and I took full advantage! I swiped my tongue all over the smooth pink baby flesh right next to her desire swollen pussy lips and teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.

Then, finally, and knowing it was wrong, I moved back and brought my cock to the now well lubricated lips of Claire’s pussy. I teasingly dragged my cock head up and down. I rubbed her asshole with my finger and then reached down to open her pussy. “Mmmmm!” she moaned in appreciation. In that moment, I think Claire knew the fate that awaited her. She was silent as she felt my cock touching the well lubricated entrance to her mature vagina. I just shoved hard and stuffed most of my prick into her desire swollen pussy! Oh, it was good! she was trying to tell me to stop but her heart wasn’t in it. More and more cock slowly slid into Claire’s helpless little pussy as my pleasure increased with each passing moment. All those years of wasted desire were somehow being washed away as finally all of my big hard penis was now lodged in Claire’s soft little pussy. I gave her just a few seconds to adjust to my penetration and then I began to fuck her, giving her long sweet strokes that very soon brought cries of pleasure from her lips.

“Oh, Jeff! It’s…it’s been so long! Oh, that feels so good! Oh, go ahead! Don’t stop!” She called back to me as I began to pick up the pace. My balls slapped noisily into Claire’s pussy lips as I drove all the cock I had deeply into her vagina. “Oh! Oh…more Jeff! Please…fuck me harder!” She begged as I responded by wailing into her with all I had. I knew I couldn’t last long at this pace. She was completely naked before me, her asshole and pussy on display, my cock buried all the way in her no longer resisting pussy. No, I couldn’t last and I didn’t want to! I wanted to come in her pussy but, at the last minute I changed my mind and jerked my erupting penis from her steamy depths. I roughly pulled Claire over onto her back and squatted upon her chest. Then, and only then, I began to send streams of hot sperm onto her waiting tits, her best feature. I wanted to see the look on her face when I gave up my essence, sending it splashing all over her nipples. I’m not a young guy anymore and it’s unusual for the sperm to shoot out with that much intensity. But, of course, it’s unusual to be fucking a gorgeous woman like Claire too! I milked my cock until every drop was exhausted with Claire looking on, a sexy look on her face. Bedroom eyes? Oh yeah. Plenty of that.

We laid quietly together until, at last it was time for our little adventure to end. Claire wanted me to delete the pictures we’d taken together because of the trouble they could cause. I, of course, didn’t want to lose them but eventually I came to understand the experience I’d just had would never be forgotten by either of us. So I reluctantly deleted the photos. (Well, most of them!)

“So, I’ll be looking forward to your cheesecake photo from Florida next year Claire!” I smiled as I got dressed. She winked and said “You’ll be getting it! And I hope more in years to come too!

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