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We had a love that transcended a simple relationship. No matter how fucked up our time together was. The high highs. The low lows. You know?

And now we were on the way back to good. Back to perfect. Back to where we wanted to be.

Back to the beach.

___________________

It was a few years ago. We were spending a long weekend at the beach. This was when everything was still innocent. Under a beaming sun, floating in the warm sea, I held her in my arms. Once, I watched her swim to my brother, as his girl swam to me. No one had talked about it. We just kissed. I kissed my girl and his. Later, the girls were sitting on my lap in a bar. They kissed me one at a time and then kissed each other. There was a heat between them and a glean in their eyes that signaled the night to come. A father and son cheered us on. It was a highlight. One of many. Even though we did not have a threesome. The girls wanted to. I REALLY wanted it. But my brother said no. Which in retrospect was nice of him…he broke up with his girl within a month. But year later my girl still has her claws in me. Even though our paths have diverged. For the time being.

____________________

Now, she’s dating a guy named Foy. Which is fine by me. Because I did things that weren’t fair to her or us. Yes, I did her wrong. But only beyoğlu escort after she did me wrong. No one is perfect. Pedestals tip over easily.

Nonetheless, she wants me back. I want her back too. And we are planning how that will happen. Like the kisses in the sea, everything is unspoken. We will merely do what feels right. And pop culture provides the means. We will take the advice of Mr. Jerry Seinfeld. We will attempt The Roommate Swap. Except he and I aren’t roommates. We’re just guys who will be sharing her. At the same time. Obviously he won’t be in to it. I think I will be. I know she will be. It’s our fantasy. And now it’s time to turn fantasy into reality.

Years ago, I took her anal cherry. It was something special we shared. Now, he and she have had anal too. Unlike most girls, she truly likes it, and even without me she had to have it. She likes feeling full. Taking her ass will still be special. He and I are the only people to do her there. Her last boyfriend was too big. I’ve seen her take big dildos. Other large objects. We explored many possibilities. But apparently he was even bigger. Or so she says.

One day, she gets an email from Southwest. Two e-tickets. I bought the pair. For her and her Foy. To Vegas. She tells him she is taking istanbul escort him away for the weekend. He is surprised. But not as surprised as he will be. I will meet them in a bar. He does not know what I look like. She has kept the pictures of me locked away. I will buy them drinks. One for her. Many for him. We will get him drunk. At some point, I will slip a little powder in his red bull and vodka. Half a pill of X, crushed. He will feel great but will still be able to maintain an erection. We need him to be able to stay hard. He hasn’t tried X before. It will blow his mind. He will feel amazing and be happy. He won’t wonder why we are all going back to their room. He won’t notice me still sitting in a chair when she pushes him toward the bed. He will smile as she ties a silk scarf over his eyes. I will watch as she undresses him. As she undresses herself. She will sway her ass in the air as she sucks him to life. And I will lick the folds of her pretty pussy. My expert tongue will find the spot on her clit that drives her crazy. That no one else has found. She will moan around his cock. Then she will slowly kiss her way up his body. I will help guide him into her dripping wet vagina. She will take him inside her, moving almost imperceptibly slow. His groan will be guttural. After a few fatih escort minutes, she will feel a warm, wet finger on her asshole. I will slowly work it in her. Then I will replace my finger with my hard cock. She will bite her lip against the pain. Until the pleasure takes over. He will be in her. And so will I. Pushing against that wall between her pussy and her ass. Filling her like only the dildos and I have. Maybe the dildos and him too. I don’t know. She didn’t tell me, but I don’t begrudge her any of her actions. I’m sure I’ve told her I’ve done worse. Even if I haven’t. But I will live all my fantasies with her. And she will live hers with me. Soon.

______________________

Now, Foy and I are in her. He is too out of it to know exactly what is happening. She’s calling out my name. Never his. Not tonight. Never again.

I know her and she knows me. Better than anyone ever could. Because we’ve been through everything together. Even, now, this. Double penetration. She cums hard. Harder than ever before. She’s looking back at me. Not at him. Then I feel his cock pulsate inside her. I feel his semen rushing through him into her. His throbbing dick makes her ass squeeze my cock even more tightly. What’s happening is unbelievably hot. It makes me cum. She turns toward me and we kiss. I slowly slide out of her. Then she pulls his limp dick out too. It’s the last time he will fuck her. Unless I say it’s OK. Ha. That certainly won’t happen until I get the threesome I want. And when it happens, which it will, I will cum on the other girl. In her face. While my girl looks on, smiling.

We will be happy forever.

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Late at night I sit pounding away at the keyboard. Writing isn’t Always as glamorous a life as I had once thought. Hours alone, Endless edits, unreasonable deadlines. At times It didn’t seem worth the effort. But for the moment, I typed away at the stories that rolled out of my head. Despite the lost sleep and isolation it brought, releasing these stories had become a very healthy addiction.

Quietly, from behind, you approach me. I’m oblivious to your entrance as I finish another chapter. You watch the screen, waiting for a break in the process to make yourself known. As I save the final sentence, you rest your naked breasts on my shoulders surrounding my head with warm lush flesh, your hands slide sensuously down my bare chest and tweak my nipples. you gently kiss the top of my head and rest your chin on me, Asking how its going.

I Rest my head in your soft cleavage and feel my cock begin to stir from your touch. I tell you I’m almost there. Just a few more hours. Your hands slide further down my torso and you slide your tongue along my right ear, nibbling softly, as you whisper that its time for a break. Your tongue slips deftly into my ear and I cant stop the gasp of breath it pulls from me. Your fingers glide over my loose pajama pants feeling my cock grow. Your fingers wrap around it and you begin jacking me firmly.

I know you, you have been sleeping, naked, and you stand behind me, wet and ready for me. Your tongue dances over my earlobe and down my jawline as you push back and spin my chair around to face you. Standing before me is my beautiful woman. Only 5 feet tall, but packed kütahya escort tight with sexiness and sensuality. Large round tits capped with rubbery stiff nipples, Long brown hair brushing the midpoint of her arms, Creamy pale porcelain skin wrapping the body of a lush full woman. Her shaved pussy glittering wet in the light of the monitor. As I turn toward her, I can smell her arousal, and it tunnels my focus to making her cum for me.

She has plans for me though. She holds her fingers out to me, I kiss the tips wetly and she slides the first two into my mouth. I can clearly taste her juices on them as I suck them deep into my mouth. She begins to whisper seductively that she woke alone, and already playing with her clit dreaming of me. As she grew wetter, she thought of working her favorite dildo into her wet hole, but decided I had made her so horny, It was up to ME to handle it. I smiled big around her fingers as she traced her hand across my chin, along my chest and grasped my rock hard dick. she knelt before me and slipped my pants off as her lips closed over my swollen head. after only a few strokes of her hot wet mouth, she pulled away, saliva and pre-cum strung between my cock and her tongue.

She smiled up at me as she rose and lifted her leg over my waist, she smoothly slid my stiff dick into her open pussy and dropped firmly onto my lap. sitting in this position, she began to feed me her hard nipples as she explained that this dildo was MUCH more satisfying. Her Pussy was strong and very talented. she clenched her hole around the base of my dick, manisa escort as she rippled along the rest of my shaft. She never moved, but it felt as though she was pumping me furiously. My cock fit her all the way to the mouth of her cervix and stretched her just enough to rub her walls thoroughly. Her clit was so prominent, I could feel it rubbing against me as she rocked smoothly against me.

Feeling her nipples in my mouth as her pussy massaged me was a delicious experience indeed. She was enjoying it too, breathing quickly in time with her rocking motions, and now sharing her nipples with me. I was reaching around kneading her ass and massaging her hole with a damp finger as she rolled her hips.

We maintained this motion for several minutes, both lost in our lust for each other. As I approached the point of filling her with my cream, she released her tits and extended her tongue to my mouth. as she kissed me deeply, she began to rock harder and faster against me. I knew she was close too and started to rock my hips up to meet her. her juices started to literally spray from her with my thrusting and she immediately went stiff and stopped breathing as she came in shuddering waves. I couldn’t hold back after that. spewing my long held juice into her gripping hole.

she continued to ride me until i softened enough to slip from her. She slumped against me, our sweat mixing between our chests. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck as I stood and lifted her to the bed behind me, laying her down gently and sliding my tongue along her neck. she wrapped her fingers mardin escort in my long wavy hair and began to wrap herself around me as i explored her moist body with my lips and tongue. I slid over her chest, suckled her nipples, may have left a few love marks along her chest and belly. but I was focused on something a bit wetter than her heated skin.

Sliding along her waist i could smell her, I could feel her soaking hot crotch against my chest. I slid smoothly across her shaved mount and into her sticky wet slit. The taste of our juices mixed in her was intoxicating and irresistible. Her pussy was red and swollen from our fucking, I couldn’t wait to bury my face in her. Her hands drew me directly to her hole, knowing that I would take care of her sore skin, and give her the added release she craved. I slid my tongue deep into her and lapped around the inside of her in slow circles. her legs were wrapped around me as i dug into her spasming juiciness. We had played this game for a long time, I knew she could cum again almost immediately, and she knew how much I loved to feel her cum for me. so there was no hint of hesitation or holding back. she let herself fall quickly and deeply into another shaking and spewing orgasm. I locked my mouth over her hole and flicked at her with my tongue as I drank down her sweet tangy juices.

She came hard and long, shaking around me for several minutes. as she slowed, I released her and began to gently lick and lap at her slit. letting her drift back to serenity and relaxed blissfulness. slowly she released her legs and pulled me to her. kissing me deeply, she gazed at me sleepily and told me she was spent. I kissed her on the forehead, and wrapped her in a blanket, she was breathing soft even breaths before I had her tucked in.

Taking the step back to my chair, I began to pound away again. Wide awake and rejuvenated to write again.

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With my first story, Late Back, I got some probably deserved flak about the first chapter being a bit short and lacking enough action. Chapters on LE, I now realise, need to be more self-contained – cliff-hanger endings are not that welcome. Somebody else said I published it too soon, and I think they also had a point. With this story I’ve tried to address both criticisms. Although it’s a slow build, I hope there’s enough action to keep people satisfied, but I also hope the ending leaves you wanting more. Chapter 2 in 7-10 days, I hope. Comments and votes welcome.

Chapter 1 – Maggie, Summer

My memory is that it started something like this: An early summer evening, not yet end of term. My daughter Charlie was studying in her room with two of her best friends, Maggie and Liz.

Well, that was the theory. From all the noise and giggling and music it sounded more like a party to me. I was in my small study at the other end of the hallway from her bedroom, trying to get my report done. The noise was beginning to irritate me and I wasn’t in the best of moods to start with.

“Charlie!” I yelled. “Turn it down!”

No answer. Of course not. Teenagers’ ears work differently.

I sighed, got up, paced down the hallway and rapped on the door.

Maggie opened it.

“Hey!” she said cheerfully.

“Hey,” I said, less cheerfully. “Any chance you could turn it down a bit?”

“Yeah, totally,” she said. “Sorry.”

She smiled at me and I couldn’t help smiling back. Maggie, at eighteen, was tall, dark-haired, busty, gorgeous and cute and funny and… well, a total heart-breaker. She’d also managed to stay, as far as I could tell, a pretty nice person. Maggie spent an awful lot of time in our house and, much like all teenagers, seemed to treat it as interchangeable with her own.

“You know,” I said, “I’m pretty sure that there is research that says studying goes better in an environment of quiet and calm.”

I peered past her into my daughter’s room and winced.

“And also, tidiness. Tidy room, tidy minds.”

“Dad! Stop moaning.” This was Charlie, from her habitual position on the floor. “It’s MY room.”

There were a million comebacks to this, but my years of Dad training taught me that none of them would be fruitful.

“Hi CD!” This with a friendly wave from Liz, who was lounging on Charlie’s bed with papers all around her. (They’d called me “CD” – Charlie’s Dad – for years now.) Secretly, Liz was probably my favourite of Charlie’s friends, though I liked them all. Liz was more petite, shyer, more studious. She was a slim blonde, very pretty though the other girls were always nagging her to make more of an effort with her looks, hair and clothes. She resisted them, and I admired her for that. Resisting my daughter’s demands had never been something I’d found easy.

“We’re going to be SUPER quiet,” said Maggie. “Like little mice. Creeping around.”

She beamed at me again. She knew I was a pushover. They all did.

“Fine,” I said. “Shall I fix some cheese – or some food at least – for you mice later?”

“Yes, but no carbs,” called Charlie. “It’s a no carbs week.”

Again, a million arguments – you’re perfect, you shouldn’t worry about what you eat, etc, etc – all flashed across my mind and were rejected.

“No carbs,” I said. “Got it.”

I turned to go.

“Actually,” said Maggie, “As you’re here – I need some help. With my chemistry project. It needs to be three thousand words and I just can’t seem to find enough to say. Would you mind? Please?”

“Ah,” I said doubtfully. “I’m actually rather busy myself.”

Maggie gave me a forlorn look and pouted sadly.

“Fine – I’ll have a quick skim of it.”

Since chemistry and biology are a large part of my day job, I found her project really quite basic. If she’d asked me for help with interpreting Hamlet or analysing the causes of the Second World War, I’d have been stuck. But chemistry – no problem. I read through what she’d done, made a few small corrections, and then suggested a revised, slightly expanded structure that should ensure she sailed past the requisite word count.

Maggie listened attentively and intelligently. When I was done – it only took about ten minutes – she gave me a sudden, quick hug.

“You rock!” she said.

“That’s what all the girls say,” I agreed.

“Ha!” This from Charlie, scornfully, not even looking up from her work. Even Liz sniggered a little.

“Seriously,” said Maggie. “You’re like a cross between Einstein and… that guy who invented the light bulb.”

“Edison,” I said.

“Yeah, a cross between Edison and Einstein and…” She stopped again. “I need another E… Eastwood!”

“Clint Eastwood?”

“Yeah! Totally. You’ve got that craggy, hard eye stare thing going on… very… er, cool.” Had she been going to say something else? Anyway, I hoped she was talking about prime, late thirties, early forties Clint. Not eighty-something Clint. But sometimes it’s best not to ask.

“Well,” I said. “Er, thank you.”

Maggie smiled again. eskişehir escort I went out, she shut the door behind me.

I noticed that at no point had the music been turned down and, if anything, it now seemed louder than ever. But I let it go, and I strode manfully down to the kitchen, giving the hallway mirror a steely, Eastwood-like stare as I went.

Pathetic? Vain? Guilty as charged.

**

“Dad!” This was the following night.

I sighed under my breath, saved my file, and pushed the door open so I could call back down the hallway.

“What?”

“Can you come and talk to Maggie?”

“Maggie? About what?”

“That dullsville project thing of hers.”

I resisted the temptation to sigh again, got up, and went down the hallway. Her door was open and Charlie was lying on the floor with her phone to her ear.

“Here he is,” she said to the phone. “Talk to you later.”

She handed the phone to me. I wondered briefly why I had to be the one to walk down the corridor to get the phone, as opposed to Charlie coming to give it to me, but I suppose teenagers’ legs, like their ears, only work when it suits them.

“Maggie,” I said to the phone. “How can I help?”

“Hi! I’m sorry to bother you again, but I’m still struggling a bit with some bits of the project. Do you think you could just run through it for me again? Just five minutes?”

“Sure,” I said. I settled myself down into Charlie’s desk chair. I don’t know why I’d got her a desk and a chair, all her work seemed to be done stretched out on the floor and the desk just used for dumping clothes on.

“Get out,” said Charlie, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m trying to read this snoozefest of a Lit Crit book for my English essay and I don’t want you jabbering away about molecules and photons and lasers and stuff.”

Resisting the temptation to explain that photons and lasers belonged primarily in the world of physics and not chemistry, I got up again, went out, and shut the door behind me.

“I’ve been banished,” I said. “Let me just go back to my own office.”

“Ooh,” said Maggie. “Just the two of us in your private lair.” Her tone was amused and conspiratorial.

Back in my office I went through my suggestions again, looking up a few documents online as I did so. She asked if I could email the links to her.

“You’ve got my email address, right?”

“Er, no, actually, I don’t think I have.”

She gave it to me, and I emailed off the links. Something about having her email address excited me in a small way. I’d always been very circumspect around Maggie, it would be easy, too easy, to ogle her and lust after her and generally be inappropriate. I’d known her a long time, I knew her parents, and, as the parent of a teenage daughter myself, I tried to behave as I’d like other men to behave around Charlie.

“When I’ve done these changes, would you mind having another look?”

“Sure,” I said. “Just email it back when it’s ready.”

“You’re just the best!”

“That’s me,” I said. “Einstein and Edison in one handy package.”

“And Eastwood,” she immediately corrected me. “That’s the bonus part!”

“You’ve made my day,” I said. I’m not sure she got the reference though.

**

Hi!

It’s me. Your FAVOURITE chemistry student! Not!

Attached is the new version. I think it’s much better, thank you SO MUCH.

But if you have two minutes, PLEASE read it for me. I’d really appreciate any suggestions and corrections!

Thank you!

M

Xx

**

Two kisses. I looked at them for a lot longer than I should have done.

Unfortunately, Maggie had completely misunderstood my suggestions and had made her project not only confusingly structured, but blatantly wrong in places. I was sure she’d get marks for effort, and probably pass, but the strict scientist in me couldn’t stand the idea of this being submitted without at least the most glaring errors being corrected.

So, after about half an hour of adding notes and comments to her document, I emailed it back.

**

Maggie,

I think you’ve gone wrong in a few places. Have tried to suggest some corrections – see my comments.

Happy to look at again when you’re ready.

I debated whether to sign off with “Clint”. Would that make her smile, or would it seem a bit icky? How about some kisses? Definitely not. So I just sent it off, unsigned. Sometimes simplest is best.

About ten minutes later I heard Charlie’s phone ring. There was a brief conversation, then I heard her say “It’s fine… Later” and she presumably hung up.

“Dad!”

“What?”

“Maggie’s going to call you in, like, twenty seconds.”

(To discuss: why teenagers, like, need to use the word “like” in such an unnecessary fashion.)

Before I had time to bellow back in turn, my phone rang. It wasn’t a number I knew, but I could guess.

“Hi! It’s Maggie. Hope you don’t mind me calling.”

“No… it’s fine. You saw my email?”

“Yes… and I wanted to say I’m so sorry. You must have gaziantep escort taken ages doing all those comments for me. I really didn’t want to take up so much of your time.”

“It’s fine. Do they make sense?”

“Yes. Well, most of them. That comment on page three, about the different isotopes… I’m sorry, I just don’t really get it.”

“That’s fine… it’s a tricky one.”

I went through it again, as slowly as I knew how. I tried to give her some different examples of the process and I could tell from her questions that she was listening attentively. I liked her voice. I liked being able to help her.

And, from the slight swelling in my groin, I had some other reactions going on as well. But I tried to ignore those.

“… so, try those changes, and I’ll read it again when you’re ready.”

“Oh, thank you, but I can’t bother you again. I’m really, really, sorry to have taken up so much of your time. You must think I’m such a moron.”

“Of course I don’t. It’s a complex subject – and I’m very happy to read it again, honestly. Any help I can give you, just ask.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She sounded doubtful.

“You’re just being nice… I must be such a pest. Charlie says you hate being disturbed.”

That was true enough usually. But it does depend on who’s doing the interrupting. Nubile eighteen-year-old girls tend to be slightly more welcome.

“You’re not a pest,” I said. “I’m always happy to hear your voice… I mean, if I can… be of any help.” Oops. Bit clumsy, best to hurry on.

“I like your voice too,” she said.

Umm.

“Er, thank you, Maggie. Just email it over when it’s ready, ok? I should probably go and get Charlie some dinner.”

“She’s eaten already. Before you got home – baked potato with cottage cheese. And Diet Sprite.”

It wouldn’t have been the first time I’d have fixed dinner only for Charlie to announce she’d already eaten. Have I mentioned that teenagers have their own rules?

“Well, then, I guess… I should get something for myself.”

“Would you like me to come over and make you dinner? It’s the least I could do for you.”

“Thanks,” I said. “But… the last time you and Charlie made me dinner, we nearly had to call the Fire Brigade.”

“Yes, but that was, like, six years ago! We were babies! I’m much better at all sorts of things now.”

Should I read anything into that? Best not.

“It’s kind of you – perhaps some other time.”

“Absolutely. I’d love to look after you for an evening.”

Look after me? Not quite the same thing at all, I thought.

“OK, well, sure, perhaps… after the exams are out of the way.”

“But that’s AGES! I will definitely do something before then. Or maybe I’ll bake you some cookies.”

This conversation was definitely going on a lot longer than I’d intended, but it seemed impossible to shake her off.

“No need for that at all,” I said. “Just send me the project when it’s ready.”

“You don’t want my cookies?” Sad, flirty, little girly, teasing. I walked straight into it.

“I’m sure your cookies are delicious.” I winced a second after I said it. I could hear her giggling.

“They really are,” she said. “I think you should taste them.”

“Maggie, I’m going to go now. Call me if you need me.”

“OK,” she said softly. “And… You call me too. If you need me.”

I hung up. Jesus. I realised my cock had swollen hugely during the last part of that conversation. That girl was dangerous. Lovely, sweet, probably full of good intentions, but very dangerous. I would have to be on my guard from now on.

Honestly, that was my plan.

**

I saved her number. I shouldn’t have really, but I justified it by saying to myself it was silly not to have it. Charlie’s phone might be lost or stolen or out of charge, and if I needed to get hold of her Maggie was an obvious person to try. I should have had it years ago.

But, just as with her email address, I felt an illicit thrill as I saved it into my contacts.

**

The next night my phone rang. It was her. I hesitated before answering.

“Hello Maggie. Everything OK?”

“Yes… just wanted to let you know everything’s going really well with the revisions so far.”

“Great,” I said. “But no need to call me to tell me that.”

“Oh.” She sounded a bit deflated.

“Do you want to speak to Charlie? I think she might be out, actually. I’ll check her room.”

“She’s at Liz’s house,” said Maggie. “She’ll be back around ten.”

“Oh. Right… well, I’ll tell her you called.” I said, lamely.

She giggled. “If I wanted to speak to her, I would have called her! I wanted to speak to you.”

“Oh… ok. And the project is going fine?”

“I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Maggie, that’s really sweet, but we shouldn’t be having these kind of conversations.”

“What kind?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“I’m happy to help with homework, but perhaps it’s best if we just do it when you’re over and Charlie’s here too, OK?”

“If giresun escort that’s what you want,” she said.

“It’s what I think is best, yes.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“Maggie, I’m more than twenty years older than you and the father of your best friend.” I rubbed my temples as I tried to think of the right words. “It’s… very important that I act appropriately and respectfully with you at all times. And you should do the same.”

I knew I should hang up at that point, but I couldn’t. Part of me just couldn’t handle the impoliteness of hanging up on somebody I knew. And, yes, part of me didn’t want to.

“I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to?”

“I don’t want you to act appropriately and respectfully with me.”

I closed my eyes. This was half fantasy, half horror show.

“Well, sadly, we don’t always get to choose.”

“So if there was nobody else in the world, nobody to disapprove, just us, what would you do then? Would you still be… respectful and appropriate?”

“Maggie, I’m not going to accept that as a basis for our discussion. Those kind of thought experiments are… pointless and unhelpful.”

She laughed softly. “Sorry professor.” She paused. “But I bet you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“I bet if we were the last two people in the world, you would want to… you know.”

Fuck you? Yes, I thought, if we were the last two people in the world I would fuck you five times a day and ten times on Sundays.

“I’ll speak to you soon, Maggie.”

It was one of the most difficult things I ever did, but I ended the call. It was like being released from an electric current the moment I did.

Jesus, I was in big trouble.

I stared at my phone as it lay silently in my hand. Did I want it to ring or not? I dreaded each outcome in almost equal measure.

It stayed silent. That night, at least.

**

The next day she emailed me her final version of the project. There was no flirting in the cover note she sent with it. No kisses. I won’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed by their absence.

I read through it. It was hugely improved, and really quite impressive. For all her flirting, she’d paid attention to what I was trying to tell her.

I sent back an email congratulating her, and got a simple one line back.

Thanks so much again. M xxxx

Short and sweet – but four kisses this time. It would be pathetic to spend any time agonising if that had any significance. So I didn’t. Of course I didn’t.

**

For the next week I was busy at work and stayed late most nights. Charlie was more than capable of looking after herself, though she was, it seemed, incapable of using the dishwasher or the washing machine. On the Friday evening I got a text from her saying she was going to stay with her Mum for the weekend. This wasn’t unusual, she only lived a short train journey away and Charlie went to see her every few months.

I did curse her, however, when I saw the state of the house on Friday evening. Dishes piled high, general chaos, overflowing laundry bags. I couldn’t face doing it that night, so I went to bed and resolved that Saturday would be my cleaning and house tidying day. I would get up early and launch into it.

Like so many plans we make, that’s not quite how it went. I must have been more tired than I thought as I slept until nine, very late for me. And when I woke up I found I was in no hurry to get up and tackle the chaos that awaited me elsewhere in the house. I also awoke with a raging hardon, and a vague memory of a very frustrating dream involving a dark-haired girl who kept offering me sex if I could catch up with her but who always seemed to stay a few steps ahead of me.

Masturbation, I thought. Masturbation first, cleaning second. Or maybe masturbation, coffee, a skim read of the news web sites, then cleaning.

I reached down and eased myself out of my boxers that I usually slept in. I kicked the covers off, took hold of my cock and began to stroke myself gently. Too often my masturbation was limited to hurried five-minute affairs in the bathroom. It was nice to have the house to myself and to be able to take my time.

“Knock knock!”

I nearly had a heart attack. It was Maggie’s voice from the hallway, just a few yards from my door.

“Jesus!”

“Sorry, it’s me… I hope I didn’t scare you.” She stayed the other side of the door, which was slightly ajar.

“Maggie, fucking hell, what the fuck do you think you’re doing!” I don’t normally swear, but this had scared the life out of me.

“I’m so sorry, I just came in to help tidy up and get you some breakfast… Can I come in?”

People always say that just before they come in anyway, and that’s exactly what Maggie did. She was holding a tray with a mug, bowl and plate on it. She looked genuinely upset to have scared me. Then her eyes widened.

“Oh goodness,” she said.

I yanked the covers back over myself.

“MAGGIE, GET THE FUCK OUT YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL!”

I didn’t mean to be so loud and fierce but the humiliation of being seen like that combined with the scare made me speak more roughly than I intended. Her lips trembled and she put the tray down quickly on the floor and hurried out. Once the tray was on the floor I could see its contents. A mug of coffee, a bowl of cereal. And a plate of cookies.

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Credit is due to Kitten515 who was the inspiration for this story. Together, she and I collaborated to bring this to you. Enjoy.

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Work had been hectic over the course of a couple of weeks leaving me little time to think on things I would rather think on. Projects and paperwork consumed me. In all of this, I had not been able to pay much attention to Kitten a/k/a Stephanie.

Thankfully, she is very understanding and has always respected my work. For that I was grateful. Nevertheless, I was missing “quality” time with her, but, there was little I could do about it at the moment. The demands of my profession were eating me alive!

As often as I could during this busy time, I would send short messages to her about my workload being heavy, filled with meeting and business trips, but offering hope that someday soon, we would be together to catch up on what we had missed. Always graceful, understanding, and accommodating and being the lady she is, I know she could sense how tired, frazzled, and frustrated I was in my messages to her.

On this day however, things were going to change.

I did not know, but, Stephanie had taken it upon herself to pay a visit to my office. She came to the office building where I work making her way through the building until she found my office.

Piles of papers were stacked high on my desk and I was turned to my computer hammering out a proposal in Excel. My eyes were weary and tired, my hair disheveled and getting whiter than it should be, and my nerves were frazzled by C-level IDIOTS demanding reports while low level END-USERS were complaining about their FUCKING applications not WORKING because they CLICKED on something they shouldn’t HAVE! I heard a tap on my door expecting to see yet ANOTHER co-worker with yet ANOTHER petty problem and blurted out, “WHAT NOW!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” a familiar voice responded.

“Stephanie, what are you doing here?” I started to stand up but she motioned with her hands for me to sit back down.

“I am so sorry I blurted out at you. I was expecting it would be a co-worker needing something, not you! Candidly darling, I’m very happy to see you but I have a ton of work to get through.”

Stephanie closed my office door, locked it, then turned to me and said, “Ten minutes is all I want from you.”

My mind shifted from grueling work demands to wonderment as to what she had in mind. “Okay darlin, let me close this spreadsheet out and then you have my full attention.” I turned to my computer, made a couple of clicks then turned back to her.

To my surprise, Stephanie had slipped her long winter coat over her shoulders and opened the front of it with her hands planted on her hips holding the open coat in place. With calculated movements, she slowly let the coat slide over her arms reveling that she was only clothed in a white teddy and white thigh highs and letting the coat fall to the floor.

“I think you need this.” she said.

My face lit up and a big smile came across my lips, not to mention the wonderful feeling of the stirring in my Dockers!

Smiling at me Stephanie said, “My goodness Doug, your tired eyes don’t look as tired now, and you seem to be much more at ease!”

“Indeed I am at ease gorgeous!” I replied.

Licking my lips, my eyes travel from her face, down her chest and towards her legs. Suddenly, the thought of working vanished. I smiled and gave her a come hither movement with my index finger, swiveling the desk chair away from the desk and towards Stephanie.

As only she can do, Stephanie saunters over to my desk and stands before me. Sliding her fingers under the straps of the teddy, she pushed them down over her shoulders. The nightie slips off and onto the floor. My eyes soaking up her offerings of only a white thong and stockings.

Taking my hands into hers, she moves them on her breasts, pushing them together. Our fingers merge and massage the alabaster flesh then pinch and pull the light pink rose buds until they are hardened protuberances.

Needing this so badly, my mouth replaced my hands on her skin while her hands continue cupping her breasts together as she fed my mouth. With abandon, ordu escort my tongue licks around the areola, switching from one breast to the other. My tongue flicking her nipples then my mouth forms a suction on one.

She moans out, “Oh Doug, you naughty man, you are going to leave a mark.”

Releasing the lock I had on her nipple, I smile devilishly, “Yes, baby, I know.”

I alternated using my tongue and teeth on her tit causing low sighs to escape from her mouth. Her fingers were running through my hair, stroking the scalp, watching me enjoying her sweet offerings.

I lowered my right hand and headed straight for her hot pussy when she said, “Okay baby. That is enough of that for the time being. Now, lean back in your chair. I have plans for you.”

Stephanie pulls back and lowers herself down on her knees between my legs. She slowly unbuckles my belt, unbutton and unzip my pants. The look in her eyes was filled with enjoyment and passion.

“Mmmmm, there is that bulge I love to worship. Does it feel good Doug to get hard for Kitten?” she asked.

“Oh darling. Oh sweet baby girl. You have no idea how good it feels to get hard from admiring your body and the anticipation you bring.” I replied.

She runs her hand along my boxer briefs, touching the hardened mass underneath them. I raise my hips as she pulls my pants down then my underwear. My erection springs out and a big smile came across Stephanie’s pretty face as she licked her lips and said, “Mmmm baby, what a gorgeous sight of solid, pulsating, man flesh!”

By now, clear pre-cum was flowing steadily out of the slit in the head. ” I can’t let this deliciousness go to waste baby.” Her tongue lapped up the clear liquid, swirling around the head, over and over again. Her eyes were focused on my face, and my eyes were fixated on her talented mouth and tongue.

“Sweet Stephanie, you have a luscious mouth and wicked tongue. Work your naughty magic on me darling.” My hand pats her face then moved to her hair, running my fingers through it.

Many times Kitten has done this to me, but this time, the risk of being caught or seen created an even more excited moment in time. I leaned back to enjoy what was to come!

She slowly lowered her mouth and her lips slid over the swollen head of my cock then further down the shaft. With saliva dribbling from her lips and down my cock as she toke more and more of it inside. Her small hand cradled my balls, softly squeezing them, causing me to moan loud.

With her other hand at the base of my shaft, she started rubbing the cock, up, down, up, down. Feeling the head touching far in the back of her mouth.

Sliding my cock out of her mouth, Stephanie looks at me with lust in her eyes and says in a guttural tone, “I want to deep throat your throbbing cock baby and feel your cum spurt down my throat.”

Wow. What man wouldn’t want to hear that and to accommodate a woman wanting to do that to him!

Relaxing her throat muscles she slid more of my cock deeper. I then felt her humming against my cock, causing vibrations against my skin. I groan out as she moves her mouth back up my cock then sliding back down, deep throating and gagging on it.

The gagging caused her saliva to become thick and sticky wet. Again, she dropped down on my cock and gobbled it deep. Holding it for a moment then pulling off of it gagging and breathing hard.

This made my primal desire to come forefront. “Come on Stephanie, suck this cock. Shove it in the back of your mouth and swallow the hard fucker!” She responded by cramming my cock meat in her mouth and deep to the back of her throat over and over.

I felt her hand wrap around the base of my cock and she starts moving it along with her mouth, rubbing the spit up and down its length while her other hand caressed my balls feeling them tightening, knowing a salty treat will be filling her mouth sooner than later.

My fingers, full of red hair are now pulling, controlling the movements of her mouth. My groans become louder as my thrusts into her mouth and deep in her throat.

“FUCK…STEPHANIE…OHHHHH!!” I cry out! Three quick jerks, and my hands clamp down on her head and salty osmaniye escort cum showered the back of her throat just like she asked for.

My hot discharge was dripping from the corners of her mouth, running down my cock and onto my balls. Looking down watching my cum ooze from her mouth down onto my cock was exhilarating and erotic.

Slowly she withdrew her moth off my pulsing cock and her tongue gingerly licked the sensitive head, cleaning it as her hands massaged the cum over my shaft and balls.

Her eyes looked up into my face as I looked down at her smiling. I run my fingers along her jawline up to her wonderful mouth. With my thumb, I trace along her bottom lip, wiping the last traces of my orgasm into her open mouth which she eagerly accepted and swallowed.

Patting my legs, I say, “Come here baby.”

Rising up off her knees she settles into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and shoulders. Resting her head on my shoulder as I run my fingertips up and down her stockings.

Turning my head towards her I kiss her softly on the lips. I look past Stephanie at the clock on the wall and say to her, “We still have five minutes left.”

A wicked smile came across Stephanie’s lips. “Just five minutes?” she asked.

“Yes sweet lover, five minutes will be all I need to make you feel good.”

I push papers off the desk and into the floor. Sitting in my chair, I command, “On the desk Stephanie.”

“With pleasure baby” she replied and crawled on the desk, leaned back on two hands and spread her legs wide open for me.

Looking at Stephanie on my desk, with her white thigh highs on, and legs spread I say, “Sweet Stephanie, you knew exactly what I needed and I know what you need baby.”

Stephanie reached down with her right hand, and spread her pink pussy lips wide for me giving me a visual thrill that she knows how to do. “Do you mean Doug is hungry for a juicy, wet, pussy?”

I looked at her sweet pussy, then with my eyes, I looked up her silky skin, past her stiff nipples to her pretty face and could only shake my head in agreement.

“The clock is ticking baby, and time is money.” she commented.

That is all it took to kick me into high gear. I pushed my chair back, knelt on the floor and buried my face in her awesome pussy. Immediately, moans and groans escaped Stephanie’s lips as my mouth assaulted her wetness.

Stephanie released her wet pussy lips and leaned back on the desk watching me eat her pussy. I did not look up, but knowing Stephanie, I am confident she had one hand on one of her nipples rolling and squeezing it.

I reached up and squeezed her pussy lips together and licked up and down her wetness. I slid my tongue between her pink lips and tongue fucked her slit. My tongue darting in and out of her juicy pussy making Stephanie moan and purr. Licking up and down, then darting my tongue in and out.

“Oh god baby, that is divine” Stephanie muttered. “I am close baby, do it more”

Hearing her words, I inserted two fingers into her hot pussy and started finger fucking it. My mouth found her nub and with my tongue I gave it a good lashing flicking it up and down.

“Oh baby, I am so close” she mumbled. “Eat my pussy Doug, eat it good baby, like you did in Pittsburgh…Oh fuck baby…almost!”

I locked my mouth on her clit and licked her stiff nub hard while my fingers furiously fucked in and out of her pussy.

“Baby…baby…I am cumming…ughhhhhh…yes…YES DOUG, I am CUMMMINGGGG!”

Stephanie’s body stiffened and she grabbed my head and held it tight between her wide open legs as her orgasm took her.

I lifted my head from between her legs. My face wet with her juices. Stephanie’s body was shaking as her orgasm subsided.

“Kiss me Doug.”

I stood up, and we kissed deeply. Like a sweet Kitten, she licked my face clean of her nectar. Her tongue tenderly licking the wetness from my face, lips and mouth.

I sat back in my chair, and Stephanie sat on the edge of my desk with her legs crossed. I said, ‘Sweet Stephanie, you were correct. I truly NEEDED this visit from you!”

My phone buzzed and someone asked if I could assist them with sinop escort a computer issue. I replied and told them I was in the middle of a project and could get to it in 15 or so minutes.

I smiled at Stephanie and said, “So darlin, any ideas for the next 15 minutes?”

Stephanie smiled, stood up, turned toward the desk, leaned over, putting her hands onto the desktop and presented me with her sweet ass. “I could think of something to help make the time more pleasurable.”

Looking over her shoulder at me, she shook her soft ass at me and said, “The clock is ticking.”

Taking in the sight of her naked body and china skin ass cheeks, I rise up from my chair, “Kitten do you know I often I sit in my office thinking about you?” My hand brushes her hair off her shoulder then I place a kiss on it.

Jokingly she said, “Is that why you are so behind in your work today?”

Playfully I swat her bottom causing her to shriek. I raise my index finger to my lips, signaling her to be quiet. My cock, now rigid and ready for action after that deep throat fucking, brushed against the back of her thighs while my mouth continues placing kisses across her back.

Reaching around her, my hands work at kneading her soft lobes causing her nipples to stiffen. Moaning Stephanie says, “Oh god baby! The way you touch my tits makes me weak but wanting more. Your touch makes my pussy drip with anticipation to take your hard shaft.”

She leaned her head back onto my shoulder and moaned as I peppered kisses under her ear, and down her neck. Raising her hands, she reached behind, touching the back of my head as I feel my cock slip between her legs, rubbing against her wetness.

The smell of our mixed scents lingering in the air. My passion grew and I replaced kisses with bites on her neck causing her to moan and push her ass back onto my pelvis indicating to me that Stephanie was ready to be taken.

Whispering into her ear. ” But one idea never came into my mind…” I pause my thought as my hands grips her shoulders, plunging my cock inside of her…”Fucking you on my desk.” Stephanie took in a sharp breath then slowly exhaled, savoring the fullness of my cock sliding deep into her pussy.

Sliding my hands from her shoulders to her waist, I pull her back onto my cock. In low tones I moan out, “Now Kitten, let’s fuck and cum together.”

Stephanie leans forward onto my desk her hands grasping the edge and says, “Yes baby. I am yours to take and to screw all you want. Now fuck me baby.”

Looking at the clock, we were down to five minutes before I had to return to work. With the clock ticking down, I began pumping her pussy furiously. Each thrust was met with her pushing back against me.

Looking down, I watch as my cock sawed in and out of her wet pussy coating it with her nectar and making smacking noises with each thrust. Deep guttural sounds escaped Stephanie’s mouth as I pounded her.

“Fuck it more baby, I am close.” She said.

Grabbing her hips, I was lifting her off the desk and with force driving my cock in and out of her. “I am going to cum Stephanie” I moaned.

With her hands now on the desk and pushing hard back against me, “Oh god baby, I AM ALREADY CUMMING!”

I shoved my cock meat in one last time and moaned, ‘Fuck baby! I am cumming.” And shot wads of cum deep in her pussy.

I reached under Stephanie and stood her up as my pulsing cock slipped from her dripping slit. She was breathing hard and I turned her around and kissed her deep. I looked at the clock and we had three minutes left.

“Thank you Kitten, you are exactly what I needed baby. And we have three minutes to spare!”

“My pleasure Doug. I enjoyed “coming” in your office.” She said with a big smile.

We pulled ourselves together.

“Before you go Kitten, I have something to show you.”

Turning to my computer, I made a couple of clicks and on my monitor was a video replaying everything we had done!

Kitten squealed and said, “You bad, bad, naughty man!”

Smiling at her, I said, “Perhaps I am baby, but you are a bad, bad, naughty woman. How about I bring a DVD of this over tonight and we can watch it together when time will not be against us?”

“I will leave the light on and the door unlocked Doug.” Then she turned and walked out of my office just as a male co-worker was coming in to my office.

“Doug, wow, who was that?” he asked.

“Oh, just someone I enjoy spending ‘time’ with.” I said. Now, what the FUCK do you want?”

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The summer had literally flown by, and in that incredibly short period of time my life had completely changed. The end of May saw my home half demolished, and the beginning of July saw me engaged to the most spectacular woman I had ever met, besides my former wife. Along the way I had enjoyed a sexual relationship with another fantastic woman, who just happened to be my new finance’s sister, and incredibly, neither of them seemed to be at all bothered by that.

The downside of working at a university is your life is regulated by the class schedule, and this summer was no exception. The wedding was going to have to be the end of August at the latest if we wanted to have a honeymoon. Once that was decided, Tina was left with less than six weeks to get all the planning and arrangements done, including finishing the repairs on the addition, since she wanted to have the wedding on the deck of our house. Sandy had stayed on to help after the sheet rock was completed, which took her and her crew less than a week to do. I was amazed at how hard she drove her guys, and I never heard a one of them complain or treat her with anything other than respect. There was no doubt that regardless of how feminine she looked, she could crack the whip and she knew her job. The guys seemed to ignore the fact that she was normally working in boots, cut-off shorts and a t-shirt that was, by the end of the day, wet enough with sweat to cling to her chest, accentuating her outlines. I suppose it was just routine for them after while, but I would have thought that they would at least be ogling her that way, I know I was having trouble not doing so.

Once the sheetrock crew was done, we fell into a regular routine. For the next week I came home from work, ate dinner with them and then change my clothes to join them in working on the finish work. I was shocked at how quickly the work went, each day I would come home to a new view, the girls somehow finding time to work on wedding stuff as well as work on the addition. It took us only three days to lay all the hardwood and tile that had taken me almost two months by myself.

Each day seemed to bring the addition closer to its final metamorphosis. Just when I was sure that things would be done well in time for the wedding, Tina asked if I would mind if she remodeled the bathroom? I knew she was unhappy with the small bathroom, even though it had served me well all these years. I also realized that since she moved in there was a lot more stuff in there and we were frequently moving curling irons, hair dryers and makeup stuff around to use the small counter and sink. I agreed, after she assured me that there would be no problem having it done by the wedding.

The other thing I did was give her free reign on the project design. She could do whatever she chose, as long as it didn’t go over the 10K I had set aside in the bank for my next project. With a grin she agreed that it would not cost me a penny more and that she would take care of the whole thing. I hoped that it would not be overly drastic, given the short period of time to go before the wedding, but just how much could she do on $10K?

I was a little late getting home from work the next day, having had to go do a fitting for my tux, and was somewhat surprised to see three pickups in front of the trailer. Patty was back. The real shock came when I couldn’t even get into my own driveway, it was so full of trucks and a large cement mixer.

I parked by the trailer and walked down the driveway as a continuous line of workers carted wheelbarrow loads of concrete around the end of the house. I followed at a discreet distance and practically fell over when I saw a huge foundation being constructed.

Tina saw me and ran over, giving me a huge hug, her hardhat falling off as she tilted her head back to give me a big kiss.

“Well, what do you think lover?” she asked with a big smile.

“It looks….big!” I said trying not to look concerned.

“Not too big.” She answered. “Come on. I’ll show you the plans.” She continued as she drug me by the hand up onto the deck where a small table was set up with a set of blueprints. It was pretty clear that she was adding on a section out the back that included the bathroom and a new larger walk in closet. “Pretty cool huh?” she beamed as I looked over the plans that showed a step down bathroom with a sunken corner whirlpool tub, framed with windows so you could look out over the valley behind the house, a double head shower stall, and a large counter with dual sinks.

“Um… yeah. Not to be a wet blanket, but two questions. Is it going to be done in time and how much is it going to cost me?”

“Silly man! Why do you think Patts is back? Of course it will be done, and as far as cost… I promised it wouldn’t cost YOU a penny more than 10K. I never said it wouldn’t cost me anything. Besides, part of it is the girls wedding present to us.”

“Ok.” I said with a shrug. “As long as you have it under control I won’t say a word.”

“Well, kırşehir escort I don’t know if I have it completely under control.” She said as she followed me inside the house. “There is one little thing.”

“And that is?” I asked as I headed to the bedroom to change, stopping dead in my tracks when I reached the door.

“Um… we don’t have a bathroom or closet until it’s done, so we’re just going to have to use the guest bath.”

“I guess so.” I answered as I looked at the missing floor and walls were where the bathroom used to be, and all our furniture and clothes shoved to one side of the room.

It was nearly eight by the time the concrete work was done and Patties crew had headed out for the night. The girls decided we should go out to dinner and celebrate, which we really hadn’t done yet. I agreed and went to change while the girls fought over the one bathroom, which turned out to take well over half an hour. It was worth the wait. The three of them looked absolutely stunning. There was no doubt that they were sisters, and each was dressed to the max. Tina was wearing a very short halter dress that seemed to shimmer as she moved and turned. As she pirouetted for me, it was clear by her bare back that she couldn’t possibly have a bra on under the lose material of the top, which had my dick almost Immediately getting hard. Patty was wearing an extremely tight short black skirt that barely covered the top band of her stockings. Her snug cream colored sleeveless top seemed to hug her tits and left plenty of doubt about the presence of any bra. Sandy was the most conservatively dressed of the three, wearing a white silk blouse and red mini-skirt. Her white stockings and heels gave her an almost “come fuck me” look while the rest of her looked like “don’t you wish”. In some ways I felt underdressed as we headed out the door to the suburban.

Dinner was great, and the four of us spent as much time talking as eating. I had to admit that I had a LOT of looks from other guys as we came and went, and I have to admit it felt pretty damn good.

The girls wanted to go out for a drink after dinner and I agreed. Not being much of a drinker myself, I told them I would be the designated driver so they could enjoy. Each of them gave me a kiss for being so kind. Kind heck, it was more self preservation. Last thing I wanted to do around Tina was to get sloshed and get handsy with one of her sisters.

We pulled into the lot of the only real club in town and the ladies got out and I walked to the door with one on each arm and Patty following close behind. I think the head of half the guys in the place turned when we walked in. These three were real attention getters, and they way they were dressed screamed “look at me”. A number of the unattached guys in the place came by and made a play for one of the girls, but each time they were rebuffed, and told that they were with me, which drew a combination stares that included both annoyance and admiration.

After a half a dozen stiff drinks and about an hour of taking turns dancing with each of them, I suggested that we head out, we had a long day the next day, and the girls were getting pretty well lubricated. We walked out of the club and I opened the doors on one side for the girls to get in. Patty climbed in the back seat and slid across, her skirt hiking well up her legs in the process. Even in the dim light of the dome light I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties under her skirt, which certainly explained the looks she got during the few dances we had. Sandy climbed in after her, unintentionally giving me a good view of her very small red bikini panties up under her tiny red skirt. When I looked up it was clear that Patty saw me looking, even if Sandy didn’t. I closed the door, somewhat embarrassed, and helped Tina into the front seat. She leaned over and kissed me long and wet before whispering, “That’s for being such a gentleman.”

I wasn’t sure I was such a gentleman, after getting caught looking up Sandy’s dress, but I accepted the kiss and closed the door, going around to get in.

We were barely out of the parking lot when Patty called from the back seat.

“Hey sis. Did you see your boyfriend checking out Sandy’s panties?” I figured I was dead meat now.

“Yeah… He did take a pretty long look, didn’t he?” Tina called back, grinning at me to let me know I had most certainly been caught.

“Well, he was checking out my pussy too!” Patty called with a laugh.

“Not like he hasn’t seen it before!” Tina called back. “Sandy on the other hand…” she said, letting it hang out there.

“Yeah. Never seen that one has he.”

“Not going to neither!” Sandy chided back somewhat drunkenly.

“Ohhhhh big talk!” Patty chided. “You’re just afraid to have a guy check you out. You are way too scared girl.”

“I’m not scared!”

“OH yes you are!” Patty shot back.

The argument went on for almost two minutes, sounding malatya escort much like a couple kids before it got quiet. I damn near swerved off the road when a pair of tiny red panties came sailing over the back seat, landing on the steering wheel in front of me. I could see that the crotch was clearly damp as she called back that she was not scared.

“That’s nothing!” Patty called before the sound of some rustling. A few moments more and her tight black skirt landed on the dashboard in front of me. If I wasn’t hard before, the thought of Patty sitting back there half naked took care of that. The girls went at it again chiding each other, Sandy calling Patty an exhibitionist slut and Patty calling Sandy a wimpy priss. The two argued like only sisters can, calling each other names and laughing at the same time, while I drove toward the edge of town. I tried to ignore the chatter because it was simply too tempting to look in the back.

Things got quiet for a few moments and I thought it was finally over when a small red skirt flew threw through the air, landing next to the black one on the dash. Patty was cheering and whooping from the back seat and Tina was laughing almost uncontrollably at the look on my face. Patty upped the ante by tossing over her top, which should have left her with nothing but her stockings and shoes on. Tina unhooked her seat belt and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek and stroke my straining dick through my pants.

“You poor man. Getting teased this way.” She whispered with a bit of a giggle.

“I’m sure I’ll survive.” I whispered back, trying not to react to the on-goings in the back seat too much.

“You are so brave!” she cooed in my ear, temporarily drowning out the continued laughing and arguing in the back seat. As I drove toward the city limits, things began to thin out, traffic and building wise, and I was able to relax slightly, which only lasted a few moments. I felt Tina pulling my zipper down while she giggled. “Why don’t you let me help you get a bit more comfortable?” She cooed as she worked my raging hardon out of my pants and underwear.

“Whatever you want.” I responded for a lack of anything better to say. Fortunately it wasn’t much farther home.

I felt Tina wrap her warm mouth around my exposed head as Sandy’s silk blouse sailed through the air, landing on Tina’s back. I couldn’t help but groan at the thought of the two women in the back seat practically naked, a thought confirmed by a quick look in the rear view mirror, and Tina’s excellent ministrations on my dick. Tina seemed to be unwilling to let me cum, pulling her mouth from my member just as I felt things begin to build toward that end.

“Not yet.” She cooed as she sat up and kissed my cheek wetly.

I turned into the driveway and parked in front of the garage. Before I had the truck even in park, the back doors flew open and the two girls were running down the wooden walk toward the rear of the house, their almost naked bodies illuminated by the headlights. I got out of the truck and walked around to get Tina, opening the door with one hand and holding my pants up with the other.

“Carry me!” she said simply. I started to zip my pants up and she put her hand over mine and just sat there, shaking her head. I shrugged and bent over and pulled my shoes off and then my pants, which she took from me and tossed in the back seat. I slipped my shoes back on and then lifted her from the truck, pushing the door closed with my naked ass.

I carried my soon to be wife down the boardwalk, my hard dick swinging back and forth and bouncing up into her butt as I walked. She giggled and pulled herself tighter to my neck as I rounded the corner. The girls had started the hot tub and their heels were tossed aside on the deck while they were both deep in the water. I stopped by the side of the tub and kicked my shoes off, stepping down into the water, still holding Tina, fully dressed.

She squealed as I sat down, dunking us both into the water. Once I had her situated on my lap I was able to free a hand to pull her shoes off, which she was still holding above the water level. I tossed them aside and then went to work on her dress, working the soaking wet material down her body and finally off. I tossed it aside and then pulled her skimpy panties off, leaving her completely naked except for her stockings.

Tina slid from my lap and pulled my shirt off and threw it to the deck with a loud plop and then slid onto my lap and began playing with my dick while she sensuously kissed me. I allowed my hands to roam all around her body, coming to rest on her large firm tits. I always was a tit man, and she had a nice pair. I tweaked her nipples and she groaned softy into my mouth.

“You love tits, don’t you?” She panted after breaking the kiss.

“That I do.”

“Wanna fuck a big pair of tits?” she whispered.

“Ohhhhh I’d love to fuck your tits.” I groaned as she squeezed my dick.

“Good! Don’t niğde escort go away!” she said as she practically jumped out of the tub and ran into the house. I sat in the swirling water watching Patty and Sandy sitting on the opposite side of the tub, heads back, moaning softly in pleasure. I was pretty sure that neither had their own hand in their laps at that moment.

Tina came back out with a large bottle of lotion and practically jumped into the water next to me.

“Ok stud. First you gotta make me cum!” She said as she slid onto my lap.

“That would be my pleasure.” I responded as I pulled her close to me. To her surprise I stood up and turned around, setting her on the edge of the tub, releasing her so she could lean back. “by the way… I enjoy doing this too.” I said as I bent over and lowered my head between her now spread legs. It was no lie, I very much enjoyed licking a good pussy as much as I enjoyed sliding my dick into it. I knelt down into the water as I kissed one of her thighs just above her soaked stockings, gently working my way up to her pussy lips. I teased her lips with the tip of my tongue before kissing her other thigh.

“Oh god! Don’t tease me… Not right now!” She said in a demanding voice.

“Yes dear!” I replied before I pressed my tongue as deep into her already spread lips as I could. I licked up her wet pussy and across her hard clit, eliciting a sharp intake of air.

“Ohhhhhhh yes!” she moaned as I flicked her hard nub several times in quick succession before sliding down and driving deep into her again. I made this trip several times, each time working her clit a little longer and a little harder.

“OH FUCK!” she screamed into the night as I sucked her clit into my mouth and squeezed it with my lips. Her whole body trembled and shook as I flicked my tongue across the trapped tip of her clit. Her legs closed around my head in a vice grip that felt like it would never release. Slowly her orgasm passed, allowing me to spread her legs and gently kiss her pussy before sliding forward and picking her up. I lowered her down into the water until she was sitting on my lap, panting for breath.

“God that felt good!” she said as she moved her face to mine to give me a wet kiss. “Now it’s your turn!” She pushed away and slid off my lap. Standing up she turned to look over at Sandy. “You ready sis?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” Sandy replied, sliding forward in her seat and sitting up until her huge tits were above the water level. It was the first time I had ever seen them completely uncovered, and I had to admit they were impressive. Each tit was about the size of three quarters of a good sized cantaloupe, each one topped off with a two inch areola and a puffy nipples that were nearly an inch in diameter and a half an inch high. Don’t get me wrong, I really really like the way my future wife’s tits look, but these were…a work of art, which she seemed almost ashamed to show off.

Turning back to me, Tina held out her hand for me. “I know you wanted to see these, so here’s your big chance, you might as well enjoy it!”

“HUH?” I asked clearly confused as I took her hand and allowed her to pull me up.

She slid her body around behind me and pressed her tits into my back and played with my hard dick, now exposed above the water. “Are you telling me you don’t want to fuck them?” she whispered in my ear as Sandy reached out and replaced Tina’s hand with her own.

“I didn’t say that.” I said, staring at the massive tits.

“Good. This is your chance.” Tina whispered in my ear as Patty got the lotion and squirted a bunch on my cock, which Sandy quickly massaged into me. Patty also squirted a bunch on Sandy’s tits and went to work massaging the massive mounds of flesh, to Sandy’s obvious pleasure. I probably would have just stood there and let Sandy jack me off, mesmerized a the sight of the her tits being massaged by Patty, who had now slid around to behind her, Patty’s tits acting as a pillow for Sandy’s head, if Tina hadn’t been behind me, pressing me forward.

It only took a few small steps and Sandy had my dick nestled into the canyon between her tits. She let go of my dick and pressed her tits tight around my dick. I didn’t need any further encouragement, the more primal part of my mind knew exactly what to do, and my body easily followed along. Within seconds I was stroking the full length of my cock up between her tits, the head poking out the top with each stroke. Patty was still reaching around and playing with the exposed parts of Sandy’s nipples and allowing her fingers to play with my balls at the end of each stroke.

“OHHHH” I groaned as I felt my load begin to make the trip into the world. Sandy leaned her head down and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth as it appeared above her tits, giving it a quick suck before it disappeared again. She repeated this several times before I pushed up into her tits the final time, the first shot of hot cum lancing out into her mouth. She gagged slightly and pulled her head from my spurting dick, allowing my next shot of cum to shoot straight into the air, falling back onto her tits. Patty cried in delight with each spurt of hot white goo that landed on Sandy’s tits, moving her hands to the warm liquid to rub it around.

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“Did you have a good nap?”

“Mmmhmmm, I was worn out.”

“Really, how come?”

“Mmmmm, somebody kept me busy earlier today, I was exhausted.”

“But you’re rested now?”

“Yeah, I think so. What have you got in mind?”

“Dinner, got to make sure you have plenty of energy,” and he produced take out from a nearby restaurant and began setting it on the table in the room.

I reached for my robe and dropped into a chair, snuggling into my robe, appreciating the spicy aroma as he opened each container. “Mmmm, that smells good.”

We sat and ate, talking about random things, enjoying the food and the company. I tried several times to move my chair closer to his, to reach out to touch, ready to forget about food, wanting instead to feel his body pressing into mine again. He wouldn’t let me, he just kept talking. I gave up trying to distract him back into bed, and began eating, until I felt his foot snake up my leg, caressing all the way up my calf, then, further up until he pushed my thighs apart. I closed my eyes, and let my head fall forward, allowing the sensations to roll through me. He pushed forward a little more so that he grazed along my clit, and I jumped, my head snapped up, and my eyes locked with his. I felt my face flush as I held his gaze. I wanted to look away, but his eyes burned into mine, and I couldn’t. My entire body reacted, aroused more than I wanted to admit to myself by just the pressure of his foot on my thighs, my calves, and back up again.

Scared by how easily I reacted to him, I tried to will my body to stop, even as I felt a warm, languid feeling ease through my body. My eyes narrowed, nearly to a glare. This was a control I hated to lose more than any other. My body wouldn’t listen to me. My body was betraying me, wanting him more and more, reaching for him, even as my mind demanded control tokat escort back. It was too late. Too late to deny that the slick warmth I felt between my legs was for anyone but him. I know he could see the hesitation, the indecision in my eyes, so he stood and walked around behind me. He pulled the luxurious robe off my shoulders and leaned down to bite my neck. All that was left of my hesitations vanished as my head rolled forward to give him better access. He pulled me to my feet, and turned me around, pulling my chin up to look him in the eye. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing that matters.” I sighed as I rose up on my toes to try to kiss him.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmmm, yeah, I’m really sure,” I sighed as I leaned farther into him, feeling the evidence of his body’s reaction to me pressing into my stomach. “Why are you still dressed?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you take care of that.”

“My pleasure,” I smiled as I pulled his shirt from his pants and pushed him to the bed so I could pull it off. Another push had him lying on the bed where I could better deal with the next obstacle, his pants. I eased the zipper down and his impatience got the better of him as he sat up to pull them completely off. He rolled over on top of me, covering me with his body, pressing me into the bed. I wrap my arms up around his neck as I sigh contentedly, enjoying the weight of him, the pressure of him covering me completely. He leaned down to nip at my neck, moving up towards my ear. He took his time, stopping to kiss, to nip, to enjoy my tender flesh.

He turned my head to the other side and worked the same magic up to my other ear where he stopped to whisper words I don’t know I even understood, my body was too far gone, too far melted to understand the soft words he spoke. He bit down on my ear lobe and yozgat escort my body pulsed in reaction, my nails dug into his shoulders, and my hips pushed up into him. My fingers drifted up to lace through his hair as I pulled his mouth to mine. I savor the sensations of his mouth on mine. He adjusts our bodies so that he can slowly enter me, keeping a slow steady rhythm matching that of his tongue as he moves slowly over my body. It is a slow burn, but a hot one. Seconds melted into minutes as he continued the slow, seductive rhythm. The orgasm that shook my body was not a sudden flash, but the result of the slow, sultry movement. My breath came in short pants as I feel the blood pulse through my body, through my muscles as I try to press my self even closer to him.

As my breathing returned to normal, I opened my eyes to meet his ice blue gaze and sighed, “wow.”

He smiled down at me, “Like that did you?”

“Don’t look so smug, damnit,” I said as I pushed on his shoulder, thinking to roll both of us over.

“I don’t think so,” he laughed, “I’m not through with you here just yet.”

“Mmmm, what else did you have in mind?”

“You’ll see,” he said as he ran his hands down my legs to pull them up so that my feet were planted on his chest. I expected a faster rhythm as he began again to move inside of me, but he continued the slow torture. His hand ran down my thigh, and around to stroke my ass. He dug his fingers into the flesh, squeezing, massaging with firm, strong movement. I pushed my hips forward, trying to control the movement if only for a moment, but it was enough to bring another orgasm slamming through my body.

“Oh, wow,” I sighed.

Instead of letting me recover, he kept moving, with maddening control, strong sure strokes, like he did everything. So sure of himself, and of zonguldak escort what he was doing to me. His hands roamed my body, teasing, touching, caressing in an unhurried way. I felt my body moving to climax again, and wanted release frantically. I wanted him to feel the same desperate need that I was feeling. I tried to hang on, wanting to prolong this pleasurable pressure I felt, but, even of that I didn’t have control. His hand slid to my belly, then below, to lightly graze over my clit, and my hips bucked forward in release. The tremors that wracked my body were more intense than any earthquake, and the small aftershocks that seemed to keep coming as he continued the light caresses over my clit.

Again, my eyes drifted to his, reading the satisfaction there, the near gloating in his eyes as he smiled down at me again. He enjoyed that I had no control over my body, or of his. He enjoyed knowing I was satiated, satisfied as I lay there beneath him. As if sensing I could not take any more of the slow torture, he began moving again, but with a more frantic tempo. I saw a change in his eyes, I saw the same animal desire that I knew mine held for him. Finally, I saw that he was not quite so unaffected by this as he wanted to be. There were no pretenses in the look he gave me. It burned into me, that heavy lidded gaze, seeing my own passion, my own wants and desires being given right back to me. He now held my hips, holding me in place as he pushed harder and faster into me, not stopping, even as I rode through one, then another orgasm. He stopped only to push farther into me, harder into me, as I felt him finally cum, pulsing into me, filling me more than I realized I could be filled.

“Wow,” he said lightly against my ear as he collapsed beside me.

“That’s my line,” I smiled as I turned to him.

“Yeah, well, it seemed to fit.”

“Yes, yes it did,” I murmured as I watched him close his eyes, slipping slowly into sleep. I took the opportunity to run my hands down his body, exploring his body as he slept in vulnerable peace beside me. Soon, though, I too stretched, rolled to my stomach, and closed my eyes as well.

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Louis sat at a corner, out of the way table where he could watch anyone coming and going. It was early. He’d been back home a day, but hadn’t had the courage to visit his grandmother to tell her his decision, not to mention that flying for half the night had worn him out; particularly since he hadn’t been able to sleep on the plane. He had intended to talk to Lonnie after Chrissy fell asleep, but when he went to look for her, he’d found her in a hot and heavy fivesome with two other girls and two guys. He knew he had no right to, but he felt very angry and jealous. So, he decided to depart.

Once back in his hometown, he’d slept at home in his own bed for most of the day and half the night. Knowing he had to tough it up, he arose, showered—finally washing off the remnants of his time with Chrissy, which might have turned out to be the best part of the entire trip—and came to the old diner for a late breakfast before going to see his grandmother.

However, sitting alone in this empty diner at ten a.m. in the morning, where he’d first met Vermeil Chaleur, a.k.a. Lonnie Carter, brought with it a myriad of confusing thoughts. His life had always been fairly simple: go to school, be harassed by the so-called “cool” kids, have hardly any friends, take care of his grandmother, and manage to get in some porn as much as he could. He’d done more in the last four days with Lonnie than he had done in his entire life before; not just the sex, but everything. Now, he had doubts about whether he had acted too harshly. Did he really want to give all of that up to return to this mundane life?

On the other hand, wasn’t being paid to have sex a form of prostitution? How demeaning was that? Regardless of the lifestyle it offered, could it be argued that in any job you sold yourself for money? Because it was sex, did that make it any different? Or was that merely a societal belief?

Louis was giving himself a headache. What would life back in home town bring? More harassment by his former classmates? He’d have to find a job. Where? In a—

“Can I get you something?”

Looking up, Louis was rendered speechless by the waitress who stood before him. She was beautiful! She looked hot in a clean, white, somewhat see-through, tight-fitting old-time waitress dress: short, button-up-the-front, some of the top buttons undone to show cleavage . . . and if that wasn’t enough, she was . . . Angela! He remembered the last time he saw her several days ago, the last day of school when she wrote something unkind in his yearbook. It was also here in the diner. What was she doing working here? That was turning out to be a memorable day—not necessarily for the best of reasons. And she obviously didn’t recognize him with his new haircut, clothes and no glasses.

“Oh, my!” she said, bringing her hand up to her mouth. “You’re . . . I just saw you—” then she strangely clammed up, almost embarrassed.

Or maybe she did recognize him. “Saw me where?”

“Uh, uh—”

“Please. Where do you remember me from?” Did she really recognize him? Surely the haircut, clothes and no glasses couldn’t be that great a disguise.

Angela took a deep breath. “In a movie.”

“A movie?” Louis questioned, to make certain she wasn’t thinking he was someone else. Also, it wouldn’t surprise him that Lonnie had released all or part of it on the internet.

“Y-yes,” she answered hesitantly.

“Where?”

“On the internet. It was . . . this is embarrassing.”

“Why?”

“It was a . . . a . . . p-porno movie.”

“Why are you embarrassed to say that?”

“You’re not from here, are you? Small town like this, folks don’t think too much of people who watch that stuff. Particularly females.”

He nodded. “Did you like it?”

Again, hesitant, Angela finally stammered, “Yes.”

“Are you ashamed to admit you like porno?”

“Was that really you?”

“Which scene was it?”

“Uh, with Carly Saunders.”

“Yeah, that was me.”

“Well then, I guess I shouldn’t be embarrassed to admit I like porn to someone like you, who is in X-rated movies.”

“Would you like to sit?” Louis was enjoying this. She really thought he was somebody. What would she do if she knew who he really was?

“Can’t. I’m working.”

He made a show of glancing around the small diner. “There’s no one else here.”

“Well, maybe for just a minute,” she relented, now seemingly eager to talk to him. “I’m Angela.”

“Rob,” Louis answered, half of his surname quickly occurring to him as an alias.

“I’ve never met a real porn star before.”

Louis wanted to burst out laughing. Here she was acting like this little small town country bumpkin when all through high school she fancied herself this all-American girl, big cheerleader, popular with all the guys. “I put my pants on one leg at a time.”

“When you put them on,” she quipped nervously.

“Making those movies is not as much fun as karaman escort you might think it is. A lot of stopping and starting. When the director calls cut, you have to stop in place.”

“But you get to have sex with hot women. The girls get to have sex with hot guys. I wouldn’t mind trying it.”

“So you like having sex?” Louis deduced.

Angela hung her head. “It’s why I’m so popular with all the guys.” There was sadness in her tone, perhaps even regret.

“Any of them any good?”

“Not like you. Or at least what I saw in the video.”

“So, you’d like to have sex with me?” Louis was so enjoying this.

“Of course!” she said with a big smile.”

The girl of his high school dreams could be his with a wave of his hand. Could he really do that to her? Be deceptive? Still, he was enjoying this too much. “You and I are not all that different, you know.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m from a small town also,” Louis stated, similar to what Lonnie had told him.

“That’s really hard to believe.”

“Everybody’s got to be from somewhere.” Those were also Lonnie’s words.

Angela merely shrugged, then leaned closer. “I get—”

But before she could finish, in walked two jocks and two girls that were all part of the clique that used to (probably still would if he stayed here) hassle him. It was about to get interesting. Mike, Angela’s sometimes boyfriend, approached.

“Hey, Angie baby, what’s up?”

“Mike, guys, come see who’s here.”

The group clamored around Louis’ table.

“Anybody recognize him?” Angela asked. She stood beside Louis and put her arm around his shoulder as though she had first claim to him.

“That’s the dude from the movie last night,” one of the girls said excitedly. “Hey, is your cock really that big?” she stupidly asked.

Louis merely shook his head in stupefaction.

The others all mumbled something.

“Dude, what are you doing in a place like this?” Mike asked.

“I’m not sure,” Louis replied, intentionally vague. He could see in Mike’s eyes that he did not care for Angela’s attention to him. To add insult, Louis reached up and put his arm around Angela’s waist making certain his hand was touching her ass.

“We’re all headed to the beach,” Mike said. “We’ll wait for you.”

“You guys go ahead,” Angela told them. “Still a while before I get off. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Giving Louis the evil eye, Mike was not quick to move.

“Go on, guys,” Angela urged. “Unless you’re going to eat, I’ll get in trouble if you just hang around.”

“Okay,” Mike reluctantly agreed. “But don’t be long.”

“I’m not your girlfriend. I’ll be there when I get there.” After they were gone, Angela explained, “The beach is really just a short stretch of sand on a secluded lake on private property. The owner is a friend of Mike’s dad and lets us go there. It’s really just a place for us to go and get naked and fool around.”

Louis nodded. Of course, he knew about the “lake.” “So, does everybody pair off? Are you and Mike—”

“He’s not my boyfriend, although he thinks he is. But he screws the other girls and I screw the other guys. It’s almost like an orgy.”

“Almost?”

“Well, I’ve never done a real orgy. Not sure what one really is. Have you ever done one?”

“Oh, sure,” Louis said as if it happened all the time, milking this for all it was worth. “Was at one just a couple of nights ago in L.A.”

“Really? Tell me about it.”

“We finished shooting the movie you saw and had a party,” Louis said. “Everybody was fucking everybody.”

Angela’s eyes lit up. “Before the others came in, I started to say that I get off in a few minutes. Would you like to go somewhere?”

“You told the others you didn’t get off for a while.”

With a wicked smirk, she said, “Well, I was kinda hoping you and I could get together.”

Louis had an instant debate with himself about the urgency of seeing his grandmother versus fucking the girl he had a crush on and the dishonesty of doing it under false pretenses. Would fucking Angela without her knowing who he was be as sweet? But he also realized that that was the only way it was likely to happen, so he’d deal with any conscience issues later. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe we could go somewhere.”

“Like?” He wondered if she was really that naive to not know he was toying with her.

“I don’t know. Maybe I could audition for you.”

“Audition?”

“Maybe if you thought I was good enough, you could put me in one of your movies.”

“You want to do porn?”

“I want to get out of here. I like having sex. One could be my ticket to the other.”

“Then, why are you working here?” Louis asked, wanting to know anyway.

“I don’t really have the means to go to college right now, particularly since my grades weren’t all that good.” He could hear the kars escort regret. “Just saving up to get out of here.”

Louis nodded his understanding.

“Are you staying at the hotel?”

There was only one in town. To call it a hotel was kind. Louis thought quickly. He couldn’t take her to his grandmother’s house. That would identify him. Other possibilities ran through his mind. He remembered where Lonnie hid a key to her mother’s house. Maybe she wouldn’t mind. Maybe she wouldn’t know. “I’m actually staying at someone’s house.”

“Oh.” Angela’s mood instantly deflated.

“Alone.”

Her smile lit up again. “Then let’s go there.”

“Yes. Let’s.” He hoped Angela didn’t know whose house it was.

It was a short walk. But she did. “This is Mrs. Carter’s house.”

Somewhat prepared, Louis asked, “Who?”

“Mrs. Carter. She used to work at the diner. She’s in an assisted living facility here in town. Her daughter, Lonnie, owns the diner and was nice enough to give me a job here. Do you know her?”

Containing his surprise, Louis said, “Uh, friend of a friend. Do you know her?”

“No. I just talked to her on the phone.”

Louis secretly breathed his relief, but also wondered why Lonnie never mentioned she owned the place.

He quickly found the key and let them in. Once inside, Angela’s demeanor seemed to change instantly. She became sultry, her gait turning into a teasing sway. She pivoted tauntingly toward him and asked, “So, now that you’ve got me here, what are you going to do with me?”

“Does your mother know where you are, what you’ve come here for?” Louis asked in kind. “What will she think of you?”

“She’d think I was a bad girl.”

“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?”

“I am a bad girl. What are you going to do about it?” she challenged.

“Bad girls must be punished. Maybe you need to be spanked.”

Angela’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, yeah,” she purred, “I like to be spanked.”

“Well, then maybe we need to take care of that,” Louis suggested, leading her into the nearest bedroom directly to the bed. Bending her over it, he ordered, “Assume the position.”

She did.

“Ready?”

“Wait.” With a wicked grin, Angela lifted the bottom of her dress and pulled her panties down and kicked them off. With her dress still raised, she hiked one leg up resting her knee on the bed, her ass exposed. “Ready.” She grimaced in anticipation of a sting.

But as they were being playful, Louis just tapped her a couple of times. Angela pretended as though it hurt, so he gently rubbed her soft cheeks.

Now, she stood. “That wasn’t much of a punishment. I’m still feeling like a bad girl.”

“Oh, you are, are you?” Louis stepped closer to her and ran his hand up her leg to her pussy. He rubbed it a bit, feeling moisture. Pulling her to him, he put his arms around her waist, lifted her dress and grabbed her bare buttocks. He gave each another love tap.

“Ooh!” she giggled. “Spank me again!”

Louis was playing along, but he wondered if she really liked it rough or was just toying with him. Still, he pushed her down onto the bed and gave her another swat on her butt. Again, she giggled. Soothingly, he rubbed her ass once more. She twisted her trunk onto its side. He slid his hand up to cup her nicely rounded breast, marveling over the fact that he was actually engaged in this activity with the girl of his dreams. He leaned in to kiss her.

“Oh, yeah,” Angela cooed. “Make me a bad girl.”

Louis eased down to kiss her ass—which she had told him to do many times during school. Little did either know . . .

Angela spread her legs a little farther apart allowing Louis’ tongue to reach her ever dampening pussy. “Oh, yeah!” she cried.

So, he turned her completely onto her back spreading her thighs and attacked her vagina with his mouth. It wasn’t as tasty as Lonnie’s or Chrissy’s or even Carly’s, but it was Angela.

She moaned her pleasure. “You really are good at this.”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

While he was driving her crazy with his tongue, Angela undid the top of her dress. She stopped him long enough to sit up, pull the garment off her shoulders and remove her bra. Cupping her own tits and pulling her nipples, she asked, “What do you think of these?”

“Verrrrry nice,” he complimented, although again, they weren’t as nice as Chrissy’s and certainly not the caliber of Lonnie’s or Carly’s. But once more, they were Angela’s, so he fondled them, squeezed her nipples, kissed her tits and sucked on the nipples.

She moaned her pleasure and Louis wondered if it was because he was that much better than her jerky boyfriends or the mental stigma that she thought a porn star was doing this to her. He gave her a passionate kiss on her mouth again, and then returned to her pussy. She held her head up in her hand so she could see, and with the other hand, she cupped kıbrıs escort his head and held it firmly against her pussy.

“I can’t believe I’m actually with a porn star!”

“Well, here’s something very porn-like,” Louis said, having seen it in a movie himself. He brought her legs together and turned them to one side so that only her pussy and asshole were exposed. He thought about really giving her the treatment by licking her anus, but shied away from that not knowing about her hygiene. Instead, he slid a finger in her pussy and finger fucked her. Adding another finger caused her to throw her head back in pleasure. After a minute of this, he decided it was time to get down to business.

Louis undid and removed his pants and underwear, and then climbed onto the bed laying on his back with his head propped up on pillows. He had a good hard on so he held his cock straight up to make it appear even larger.

“Oh, wow! Look at that thing!” Angela quickly stood and removed her dress entirely, and then jumped on the bed between Louis’ legs. She couldn’t grab his cock and shove it in her mouth fast enough. She dribbled some saliva on it and then bobbed up and down. To his surprise, she was actually pretty good. And she really got into it as though she was desperately trying to impress him. If nothing else, she could be a good fluffer.

Louis rotated her around so they could do a sixty-nine. It worked for a minute, but it was an awkward position, so she rotated again.

“I want you to really fuck me.” And with that, she positioned her pussy directly over his cock, grabbed hold of it and guided it inside her. A moan/cry type of sound seeped through her lips as she sank to the hilt. “I’ve never had anything this big in me before. I may split apart!”

He chuckled.

She just sat there as though adjusting to his size. Then she started bouncing and he raised his hips to meet her thrusts. She leaned forward slapping his face with her tits. He grabbed her ass cheeks and held on as she rode him harder and faster. She continually changed up, sliding around in a circle instead of going up and down, gliding forward and back, and then, strangely, without extracting herself, she turned completely around, his cock never leaving the warm embrace of her steaming pussy. Now she went up and down again, riding a bucking bronco, emitting pleasurable sounds in accompaniment. When Louis started thrusting, she held herself still, allowing him to really pound her. He reached around and rubbed her clit and alternated playing with her breasts.

The sounds she was making suggested she was delirious. From what he could see her eyes were shut tight. Then her whimpering accelerated becoming more high-pitched, and seconds later, she came in a shuddering orgasm.

Louis allowed her a minute or so to come down before moving her off of him and getting off of the bed. He pulled her onto the floor also and bent her over the bed to take her from the rear. But before he could begin, they were jolted when the there was a loud rap on the door. Louis jumped into some pants and headed for the door, fretting who it could be. The house was old and there was no peep hole, nor could he see who it was through the window. He opened the door only enough to see and it was not whom he anticipated.

“Where’s Angela?” Mike asked with a hint of aggravation. He was backed up by the other guy and two girls.

“Who is it, Rob?” Angela asked, stepping up behind him, having slipped on only her waitress dress and then only buttoning enough buttons to be somewhat decent, but sexy as all hell.

“Angela?” Mike bellowed, pushing the door open and barging in. When he saw her, he nearly came unglued. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“That’s exactly what we were doing,” she retorted defiantly. “What are you guys doing here?”

“You fucking whore! When I saw you hanging all over this guy, I didn’t think you’d be working.”

“Who the hell do you think you are? I’m not your girlfriend,” Angela promptly told him.

“And you don’t have near what he has between your legs.”

The others giggled at the put-down. But it infuriated Mike, who looked ready to tear Louis’ head off.

At that moment, another group of people entered. The former high schoolers turned to watch five beautiful women walk in. All were dressed in business dresses that showed off all of their curves, cleavages and legs in a very tasteful way.

“There you are, Louis,” Lonnie said, approaching the group. “Is there a problem here?”

“Louis, I wish you wouldn’t go off without telling us,” Carly mockingly scolded.

“Louis?” Angela repeated in disbelief. “You said your name was Rob.” Her mind went to work. “Louis Rob . . . oh, my, now I recognize you. You’re Louis Robbins.” The distaste in her tone was clear.

“That’s right,” he said proudly.

“Oh, no! I just fucked Louis Robbins.” The shock on her face was instant and complete. Angela studied his face for a moment. “The Louis Robbins I know would never have been capable of doing what I saw you do on screen.”

“And yet,” Louis said, “we just did it. You think a different haircut and clothes and no glasses make me a different person?”

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When Ryan got home from his doctor’s appointment, he ran in the house, found his mother shelling butterbeans and without thinking said, “I got a job today at Dr. Larkin’s office.” And then on to the next subject, “Mom, what are you cooking tonight…I’m hungry.”

She laughed and said, “That’s great; tell me about the new job.”

“I will later,” He said.

“OK then, can’t you see that I’m shelling beans. Your father picked this pan full and I’m going to cook us a mess tonight. He loves them. I’ve got some potatoes boiling too. By the way, you haven’t told me about this new job. Don’t you have enough to do around here?”

“Oh, it won’t take too much time and I’ll get some extra spending money. I’ll be delivering prescriptions right after school,” Ryan replied. “Are you cooking any ham with the beans?”

“I can fry you two a slice of country ham if you want.”

“Sounds good to me, where’s Dad?”

He’s out in the shelter hooking up the plows to the tractor. He’s going to break land in the morning. Why don’t you go out there and see if you can help him before supper.

Oh! Before you go, take that shirt and those pants off, so I can wash them. Get a T-shirt and a pair of old jeans out of your clean-clothes drawer.”

“Ok, mom,” Ryan said, as he reached behind his head and grabbed the T-shirt and pulled it off.

Without paying any attention to Ryan’s comment, his mother quickly turned and noticed that his shorts had slipped just below his belly button. Every time she saw that little mole sweet memories were played over and over in her mind. She couldn’t help but smile.

*********

As they often studied together Ricki and Ryan gathered in her basement room.

Ryan paused for a few minutes and said to Ricki, “I want you to come with me tomorrow. I know it sounds silly and I know you don’t like the woods, but I want to show you something. In fact, I want to show you something before Doc sees it. You can tell me what you think. We can talk about our plans after we leave this place.”

“What should I wear?”

“Wear some jeans and a sweat shirt. Make sure it’s long sleeves. And that sexy pair of tight jeans looks good on you and makes something in my pants swell. I don’t want you getting into poison ivy. Gym shoes should be ok for your feet.”

“You pervert, anything else,” Ricki asked smiling and reading his thoughts?

“Oh yes! You can bring that book if you want too.”

Ryan met Ricki at 7 am the next morning. He had dressed in a pair of camouflage pants and an olive-green T-shirt that he had bought at the downtown Army-Navy store. A fatigue hat and old work brogans completed his attire.

Ricki bounced out of her house with a book bag draped across her shoulder.

Ryan asked, “What have you got in there?”

She answered, “Mom made us some sandwiches.”

“What else,” Ryan asked expressing additional curiosity?

“I’ll show you later, but for now, you’ll have to wait.”

“Did you bring that book?”

Ricki laughed at Ryan’s poor attempt at hiding his interest in her sex book. “I told you that you’ll just have to wait and find out. By the way, aren’t we past what that book can teach us?”

As they walked down the tractor path past the corn field, Ryan pointed out the ruts that had washed into the route. “Be careful and watch where you walk,” he cautioned, and then asked, “Do you want to taste some cool well-water?” They stopped at the well at the bottom of the hill…she cupped her hands below the spout as he primed the old pitcher pump and drew them a cool drink of clean well-water. When she got to the bridge across the ditch he showed her the two loose boards to avoid when crossing.

She warmed to his caring. With his face badly scared, she knew he was self conscious about his looks. But in her mind, he was one of the most warm-hearted people she knew. He looked good when he wore the patch that she had made. It made him look rugged and manly. Somehow, she felt that things would be different in a good way sometime in the future. One thing she could be sure of was that both were ready and ripe for change. She eagerly anticipated being alone with Ryan as they made their way to his secluded spot in the woods.

They laughed, they joked, she punched him in the ribs and he reached out and pinched her ass as they walked up the hill. Ryan lifted a wire in the barbed wire fence to let Ricki crawl through. “Be careful and don’t let this wire scratch you,” he said.

Ricki picked several honeysuckle flowers, pulled the pistil from the center and placed those sweet smelling petals to her nose. “Oh, that smells good,” she said.

“Yes, and those vines make good string,” said Ryan.

Ricki looked at Ryan like he was crazy and asked, “What in the world are you talking about?”

“You will see.”

They had walked about a half mile before they reached the woods. Through an opening in the dense overgrowth of weeds and vines they walked into a clearing beneath a cluster of several large pine trees. On the ground lay a thick gebze escort mat of pine straw that left an open space, free of underbrush. Ryan directed Ricki to a fallen log and said, “Let’s sit and rest a minute and then I want to show you my back yard.”

Ricki, with a questioned look on her face said, “I know you like this place, but I don’t get it. It’s nice and quite but I don’t see anything.”

“Give it time. You will…you will, trust me.”

Ryan went on to describe the area more. “There’s a creek that runs behind those trees just down that hill. The water is cool and flows over a bed of creek rock all along the back of this patch of woods. See that huge pine tree back against the stream and there is a large rock about one hundred yards upstream? Then out there by the edge of the woods is a beautiful wild dogwood tree and then there’s the opening we just came through. That space represents ‘my new backyard’. I can cover that opening if I want to hide in here.”

Ryan carefully pulled a series of vines over the entrance and said, “This is my secret hiding place. I know every plant. I know those that can be eaten, and I know those that are dangerous. I know their strengths and weaknesses. I coexist with them in perfect harmony and use only those that are necessary to live on. I take and I put back.

In amazement Ricki began to understand a little. “I can’t believe you, this is unbelievable; what else,” she asked?

“In the same way as I have told you about the plants, the same thing is true for the animals.”

“Uh…Oh, you mean there are animals in here, what kind,” Ricki asked with some concern on her face?

Ryan laughed knowing he had a moment to tease Ricki a little said, “There’s snakes, muskrats, raccoons, possum, squirrels, rabbits, and I’ve seen deer track in here. They come and go. This is and was their home before I ever came. I have even named most of them. I’ve got it written down in my log book.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“Nope…not now…The first time I spent the night out here, I was a little. When I’m here on the weekends, I don’t bring any food. I live on this environment.” Sometimes I won’t eat for a couple of days before I get here. Then I’ll trap a rabbit or squirrel and eat it.”

“Yuk…how can you do that,” Ricki said with a disgusted barfing motion?

“Don’t worry I don’t eat it raw…I skin it, cook it and with a few herbs I pick around here it’s not too bad.”

“Where did you learn all this,” Ricki asked?

“Doc taught me a lot of it and he gave me a few ‘Survival’ magazines to read. It’s very interesting. I know he doesn’t want me to talk about it…only to friends that I can trust. Ricki you are the only person that I can tell anything too. But you still have to promise not to tell anybody.”

With a tear in her eye, Ricki approached Ryan and placed her arms around his broad shoulders and said, “I won’t let you down. It’s nice to have to have someone I can trust. She smiled and pulled his chest firmly into hers. “Do you think they’ve grown any? I wish there was a place we could hide even further.”

Ryan’s eyes brightened as he looked down into Ricki’s face and said, “I like them just the way they are. They just fit my hands; any more would be wasted. But, let me show you my shelter. It’s right over there.”

“Where, I don’t see it,” said Ricki. “It looks like four trees that have grown together.”

“That’s the whole idea. I’ve tied the trees at the top and covered them with the dense vines and brush growing against the trees. I put in an elevated platform so that we can rest off the ground. All of it is tied together with Wisteria which blooms in the spring and makes it even more difficult for someone to see. I try not to kill the plant so that the vine stays stronger longer. I’ve been in there during a heavy rain without getting wet.”

“Hey that is so cool. How do we climb inside,” Ricki asked, totally amazed at Ryan’s handiwork?

“Here, step up on this heat rock.”

“Is that what you call that? How does it heat?”

“I’ll tell you about it later.” Ryan jumped up on the raised platform and joined Ricki.

Ricki looked around in awe. “It’s bigger in here that it looks. And you can see outside well. That’s looks like a hammock. Did you make that, too?”

“I did. It’s made of thin flexible reeds that I got down by the creek. I arranged them into a flat mat and tied them with honeysuckle vines like we saw on the fence. It’s real comfortable to lie in especially if you put down a towel or cover to lie on.”

“Is it big enough and strong enough for two people to lie in,” asked Ricki?

“I kind of had that in mind when I made it,” laughed Ryan. “I’ve also made a pillow out of a round bundle of reeds and covered it with a continuous wrap of those honeysuckle vines. Then I wrapped in an old quilt and it makes a comfortable pillow. I’ve made everything here in the woods with my hands and with the machete Doc gave me. What do you think? Crawl in and check it out.”

Ricki gümüşhane escort lifted herself into the hammock and asked Ryan to lie down beside her. “Ryan since all of that mess at school yesterday, I want you to show me your dick. I don’t care what they say; when you put it inside me it completely fills me up and makes me feel so good.”

Ryan turned and tickled Ricki’s ribs. “I know one thing; your pussy is just the right size for me.

With a surprising amount of boldness and without hesitation Ricki unsnapped her jeans and removed them, then said, “OK big boy…let’s put that beautiful cock in my pussy and see how long we can last.”

Ryan was surprised at Ricki’s bold statement. Then suddenly, she removed her jeans and quickly reached for his belt. Still somewhat insecure about exposing himself, he could not back down from the challenge. Slowly, he pulled away and said, “Just wait a minute, I’ll do it.”

Ricki turned into the aggressor. She quickly ripped her panties off and reached over and unsnapped Ryan’s boxers. She hesitated slightly, looked down and flashed her eyes in wonder. “Gosh, Ryan what were those other girls looking at, it’s big…no it’s very big. You do have a lot of hair, but it looks sexy to me. Here, let me touch it?”

“Sure, and if you put your hand around it, it will get even bigger…and harder”

Ricky cautiously ran her finger tips along the top side down to its base and tickled her fingers in his mat of pubic hair. “That feels almost as thick as the hair on your head. Just looking at it makes me feel funny.” She noticed that it in fact, had gotten larger and harder. “When I wrap my fingers around it, I can feel your heart beating.”

“What do you think Ricki, Is it OK? Do you think it’s too little?”

“I’ve never seen one before except in dirty picture magazines. When we did it the first time, it felt plenty big to me. Let me look at your balls. That’s where you make the sperm. I read that in the book.” Becoming bolder in her inspection, Ricki pushed his hard dick to the side and looked closely. She cocked her head to one side and then to the other making sure she had viewed his balls from all directions. She took her fingers and touched his scrotum as if to feel its texture. Lightly she touched his balls and said, “They are so tight.”

Ryan responded, “That’s when I have a hard-on. When it’s soft they just hang down in a wrinkled-up sack. Maybe you can see it when I’m not hard, but it seems that when I’m around you its stays half hard all the time.”

Ricki swelled with pride again. “That really is a sweet compliment. I had no idea that anybody with long boney legs, knobby knees and almost no boobs could have that kind of effect on you.”

“It’s my time to scold you. Since the accident and since spending time out here, I’ve begun to look at things different. I see beauty in your height. You will round out those hips and knees and shoulders as you fill out more. Mom says that you will never be cute.”

“What…why did she say that,” Ricki asked? “That hurts.”

“Because she says that you will become beautiful. She says you have high cheekbones, a strong chin and those transparent light blue…ghost-like eyes. She has always told me that and if I didn’t get to work on you I would miss out on something special. But there is no way I could interest any girl with a face like this.”

“Your Mom is a smart woman and nice too and by the way you are beautiful inside and on the outside that rugged look really turns this girl on.”

Ryan thought for a moment, paused and then with some determination said, “And someday this face will be handsome again.”

Ricki continued to slowly stroke Ryan’s dick. Her attention was slow and sensual. Her first touches were of exploration and sensual discovery. It made her all warm inside just knowing that she was making Ryan feel so good.

It was amazing at how the skin would completely pull back and expose the mushroom shaped head and completely cover it as she reversed the stroke. Her sense of touch was shocked at the velvety texture of his swollen knob. On one of the up strokes she squeezed softly and formed a clear liquid drop on the end of his pee hole. In almost a trance-like state and as if someone else pushed her face down she dipped her tongue in the teardrop pool. There was hardly any taste. It’s so clear and tastes so clean and the head is all purple and shiny.

“What if I keep stroking it like this,” Ricki asked?

Ryan drew a deep breath, laughed and said, “You might get a few shots of cream.”

“What if I put my lips around it like this,” asked Ricki?

“Oh I don’t know,” gasped Ryan in a state of heighten sensitivity. Pull off…Stop, stop, I don’t want to shoot-off too soon.”

Ricki lifted and kept up the gentle slow stroking, then asked, “What would your mother say if she could see you now?”

“I already know. She would say something like, ‘You’re just like your real Dad’. And then tears would come in her eyes.”

She izmir escort listened tentatively to Ryan’s last statement, paused for a moment and felt a deep connection with him. His mood changed. She felt his dick soften. Was it her or was it his self consciousness? “Look, Ryan…Your face has been damaged and scarred, but your will is stronger. Your character is stronger. It will take time for another person to know you on the inside like I do. Something tells me that in the future you’re going to look completely different and this scar will be gone.”

After Ryan settled some, Ricki placed his cock gently back into her mouth.

Ryan wasn’t sure exactly what he was supposed to do. At first, he traced his fingers through that fine tuft of hair above her groin. Her legs parted, and his nervous hand traveled lower to cover her vulva. It felt all puffed up. His middle finger dropped between a set of wet and slippery labial lips. Over and over, Ryan stroked up and down her slit. Her body flinched when he unknowingly touched a little nub at the top of her swollen folds. “Did that hurt,” he asked?”

Her admiration for his penis had finally reached a new phase. She removed his cock from her lips and said, it’s time to put this boy to work as she turned over onto her back, spread her legs and pulled Ryan’s mid-section into hers.

Ryan crawled up Ricki’s body kissing her breasts along the way. His cock nestled between her vaginal lips with the tip resting on her clitoris. She then arched her pelvis, in an attempt to facilitate the insertion.

Ryan’s hips flexed inward as Ricki’s legs opened further. She dug her heels into his gluts and pulled him further into that swollen area. He rolled his lower abdomen into her vulva and with a sudden gasp she cradled his entire length. She raised her head and shoulders slightly as she looked down and said, “Look at that thing; I can see it going in. I can feel it going in. That wet stuff leaking out the end is real slick? And do you know what; my pussy is all slick down there too. It feels so good going in.”

“Does it hurt,” Ryan asked?

In response she said, “Oh No…It feels good everywhere…Keep going.”

Ryan was turned on with Ricki’s sexy talk. By now, Ricki’s hand was performing magic. Instinctively she sensed Ryan’s sudden rise in passion. His breathing became heavier. His hips rose on each up stroke. She placed the other hand around his cock just to feel him going in and out.

Ryan’s young cock was very sensitive. They carefully slowed their pace to concentrate on the pleasure the slow stroking Ryan was administering. As much as he tried to make it last longer, he was getting close. The sensitive pleasure of young sex overpowered his will as he approached the point of no return. He tried to give her a little forewarning. “Oh, damn Ricki, it’s happening, you better watch out, here it comes…here it comes.”

By Ryan’s reaction, Ricki knew something was about to happen. She felt his cock swell further. His hips were bucking out of control. At the last possible moment, he jerked and pulled out. She looked down between them as he hovered above.

He could not stop. Ryan let out a loud “Aaaaah” and with a lurch she was amazed at the ropes of milky white substance that was shot out of the end of his dick. Not once but three, four times short spurts of cum were splayed onto her stomach.

Ricki reached for his cock and felt more spasms. Each twitch produced a decreasing amount of Ryan’s viscous semen. As messy as it was, she too, felt warm inside.

She looked at her hand and rubbed the thick, slick cum between her fingers and massaged his ejaculate into her chest. “It feels like creamy soap.” “This should make them grow a little.” Later she lifted her fingers to her nose and said, “it smells strange…but not in a bad way. Then she touched her tongue to her finger to experience the taste and then smiled at Ryan. “It’s not too bad. I could get used to the taste.”

Ryan returned the smile and said, “You are so naughty.” He then settled back on the reed pillow, spread his arms out and let his relaxed eyes close. A nice warm soothing sensation spread from his toes throughout his body. He succumbed to that sleepy satisfied sensation that settles on a freshly spent young man. He had just felt the greatest feeling one would ever experience. He wanted to do it again. But first he needed some rest.

Fastidiously, Ricki took the end of his T-shirt and wiped the excess from her breasts, the end of his dick and from her hands and fingers. She still held onto him and experienced the feel of his dick softening. It was an incredible learning experience. Somehow there was order in this. For the first time in her life she gained a new understanding of man and woman. It was natural; it was shared. Helping someone else enjoy sex made her feel real good inside. She ached for new discovery. She caressed his wilting cock and nurtured its demise. She knew what she wanted, and she had a plan.

He tenderly pulled Ricki down beside him and placed her face in the crook of his neck. Skin on skin, they lay in silence. Then slowly the outside forest crept back into their consciousness. Sounds of a breeze in the top of the trees, birds singing and creek water flowing over rocks provided background for their excursion into adulthood.

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Jeff thought for a bit then said, “Only two more, then I quit. After all, I am driving.” He and his friends had been drinking at the Rushmore Club in Thogoto since early evening. He felt slightly tipsy, but was not drunk. It took hard drinking of very strong alcohol to get him drunk. In fact, his friends could not remember him in that state. Nevertheless it was now true that if he was pulled up by traffic police he would test high above the permitted levels.

They cleared all their bills and filed out. Tonight he was driving the Mercedes 350 SLC. The others went each to their cars. That was the last they saw him alive. On the bypass the car suddenly went into a spin, rolled on the tarmac, then skidded down the slight slope on its roof, crushing it and the occupant. Jeff died of massive head injuries even before the first car came along on that lonely stretch. To make matters worse it was almost 2am.

There were three men and a woman in that car. They fought to extricate the lone man from the wreck, but found he was already dead. While the men had been battling to prise the metal apart, the woman had been calling police and ambulance services. As if they were on standby for just such an event they arrived within twelve minutes. The body was removed to the mortuary after identification. The good samaritans were shocked to learn he was the son of the governor of Kurd county.

The news hit the headlines from six am sending shock waves throughout the nation’s eight counties, but most of all Kurd. Messages of condolences poured in to the radio and TV stations, for the Governor was popular even outside his home county, having served in several capacities in the National Government before running for the gubernatorial seat.

The funeral was sure to draw huge crowds. The police department closed off many roads leading to the farm on which Jeff was to be laid to rest to allow for the procession led by the Archbishop of the Diocese.

Of all events Pamela would not imagine missing the funeral of her classmate, with whom she had shared a desk. She knew all of Jeff’s siblings since they had all attended the same school. As instructed by the police she parked at the Riverside Academy’s playing fields and had to walk to the graveside, along the closed road, into the gate of the homestead and round to the back where she could see the sharp tops of the canopies. She walked into the field with a few minutes to spare, so she went over to where the family were gathering. She paid her respects to the older siblings, finishing with Andrew the youngest. She was immediately struck by his striking similarity to her classmate Jeff. Andrew seemed to remember her best of all; after all he was younger and as usually happens, children take note of those ahead of them more than those in lower classes. In fact he drew her into a hug.

“Thank you so much, Pamela for your message of condolence, and for coming!” he said, sounding sincere. He patted her back familiarly.

She felt a warmth spread through her body. eskişehir escort “You guys were good friends back then. Too bad we scattered across the globe in search of education.”

“Now we are back. Make a point of seeing me when all this is over.”

“Sure. Let me find myself a seat before they are all taken.”

“This canopy has more seats than we can fill. Find a space somewhere in the middle,” pointing.

“Thank you,” as she spotted a row of unoccupied ones. On her way she looked over to where the Governor was seated with his wife, but it was clear the security would not allow her near there.

The service droned on in the fashion of older men, who seemed to like the sound of their own voices imagining that the rest of us shared in that self-absorption. Finally it was time to move to the graveside. Pamela saw Andrew looking behind him as the procession escorting the pall-bearers edged towards the freshly dug grave. She thought that as the religious men had said so much already that there would not be much to say. But no, speaker after political speaker was called forth. Her only consolation was that as soon as he could, Andrew came to where she was standing and they chatted softly, respectfully. He asked for her number by simply opening his phone book, starting a new entry and handing her the phone. Her heart leaped, this being one of her goals in showing up today: to find a way of reaching Andrew at a time when his emotions were heightened. She punched in her number and name, then handed the phone back. He had made her life so much easier by bringing himself into her orbit so willingly.

Finally it was over, the soil returned to the grave and garlands laid. Mourners were invited to some snacks in the field near where the service had been held. After choosing from the snacks offered, Pamela made use of the number she had just been given by sending a message of consolation to Andrew, while she nibbled. She had no idea when he would find time to read his messages.

She walked back to the school to retrieve her car, getting annoyed that her heels kept sinking into the soft, wet ground. She wondered why she hadn’t noticed as she was arriving. Perhaps I was slightly nervous, she told herself. Back in the school field, she got into her car, drove out and back onto the highway. In a little over an hour she was home.

In the evening she checked her WhatsApp messages more than once to see if Andrew had read her message. It made her heart race when she saw it was ‘blue-ticked’ but it fell again when she saw no response. No matter, she said to herself, the man is going through a lot. He will respond when he gets through this. To her great surprise a new message tone sounded in the middle of the night. She woke, rubbed her eyes of sleep and tried to focus them on the screen. There was the reply to her message, and just as if he was the one pursuing her, he gave her a date for the following week. He wanted her to come to dinner at the Sankara in Westlands. If it was an honest-to-goodness gaziantep escort seduction, this was where she would have pretended to be shocked, then hesitate as if she had no interest.

But she had placed herself in his crosshairs by attending Jeff’s funeral. So she indicated her acceptance by asking for further details.

“What time would suit you best, 7 o’clock or later?”

It seemed he was online at that precise moment. “Make it 6:45 for 7,” he confirmed. She wrote back accepting that time.

The days and hours seemed to drag over the rest of the week and over the weekend. After work on Saturday she was lost for what to do all afternoon and evening. Where she always had a destination and company for ‘nyama choma’ (roast meat) and drinks, that day she just pined for Andrew. She prevented herself calling him by main force. She merely had lunch at a quiet restaurant, dragging it to the longest it could possibly take. Then she decided to visit her aunt who lived all by herself, delighting the old lady with that surprise. That visit took her to dusk, and then she really had to home. There she killed time by watching movies from Netflix on her smart TV. Sunday afternoon, when she came home from church, went by like the previous evening. But if she tried to recall the story on any of those movies she came up empty-handed. In truth her mind was fixated on the upcoming dinner with Andrew.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were taken up by work, taking her mind away from her need of Andrew. If he wanted to sleep with her, despite all she had been taught, and society’s heavy approval of sex, she felt that she would not be able to resist him. Why should she hold him back, if they were going to be in each other’s lives; they might as well get into each other’s pants! Her mother, if she discovered her daughter planning to let a man past her panties on the first date would call her all manner of names. So would every woman she had ever known. So would Andrew, if it came to that. She planned to educate him on the primitivism of prevailing attitudes.

Wednesday afternoon came, and her mind was a pulp. She could barely concentrate on the most basic task. She drove home, took a long bath, slipped on a long, figure-hugging dress, with a slit halfway up her right leg, and a low neckline. Andrew would be no proof against her wiles. She drove out of her gate at 6:30 aiming to be at the Sankara just before the agreed 6:45. She turned her car over to the valet and walked into the main doors, oozing seduction.

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“It was a system calculated to defraud women in sex,” she was telling him passionately. “Desire was, and still is, said to be the man’s sole right. The woman’s role is merely to decide whether to ‘give’ or not. That way, women were deluded into thinking that they had real power in bed, but that was only true in the early stages. As soon as she became a wife, her body belonged to her husband; she had no real power to refuse him if giresun escort he wanted sex. Neither does she possess the power to demand it from him. To a large extent it is still true in our day, only that sex has become highly stylised and shrouded in mystery. The biggest sponsor of this was, and still is, the Judeo-Christian tradition.”

Andrew was looking at her as if something that had been disturbing him for a long time had suddenly made sense. “So the modern man is doomed to spend lots of time, effort and money in pursuit of woman, yet it is all hypocrisy!”

“There should be no reason a woman or a man cannot tell the one he or she is attracted to that they are!”

“If a man tells a woman that he wants her, he is accused of taking her for a prostitute. If it was a woman, she is taken to be exactly that. So they indulge in a fancy dance whose ultimate aim is a vigorous time between the sheets, but it cannot be approached directly.” He was smiling at the thought as he said this.

“That’s exactly right. It has left women disenfranchised, unable to voice their desires to their men, having to wait until approached. Even then they have to pretend not to want that which they are most hungry for. Idiocy!”

“It makes you wonder how intelligent people can allow this scandal to continue!”

Having cleared that particular bush they could plough the land of their desires freely. Andrew did what he had dreamed of doing, but told himself he could not do it on a first date and still remain decent. He fondled her waist, occasionally straying to her hip. She looked into his eyes as if daring him to go beyond, as if they had reverted to former thinking. But he soon felt her fingers fumbling with his zip.

They turned slightly in their seats to allow this groping to get going properly. His hand explored her tummy fat, while keeping an eye out that other diners would not see or discover what was going on right in front of their noses. She did not open the zip but massaged his cock under the trousers. Soon the meal was over.

“Should we adjourn elsewhere?” he asked her.

“My place or yours?”

He said, “My place today. Next time we can use yours. I can hardly wait to give you what you deserve.”

They each got their cars brought to the front by the valet and he drove off, keeping her in his rear mirror. It was a short distance to Parklands Sports Club, where he booked a room.

“I thought you were taking me to your house?” she queried.

“I changed my mind as we drove out of the Sankara. I had not prepared myself for a guest so it is pretty messy. My cleaning woman does not come until tomorrow. If it was day after tomorrow we would have gone there.”

He took the key from a bemused-looking night porter, who kept taking covert glances at Pamela. They went along a never-ending corridor until he got to the door, opening with a slight bit of trouble as if he was unused to this side of his behaviour. Andrew was almost trembling with anticipation of delighting this woman who had removed the need to be hunted endlessly, while all the time she knew she was going to give in.

He was so impressed with the masterful way she had brought them to this threshold; their love was going to be deep, satisfying and last them their whole lives.

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Sometimes you just have a feeling…

It was the second time they had met. She sat across the small 2-top from him at the restaurant thinking about that feeling. She was having it again. It felt nice. She was learning to trust it. The feeling was a combination of confidence and excitement mixed with a little vulnerability. The vulnerability was like the wasabi in the soy. It heated her spirit, mind, and especially in her body. When she felt she could be vulnerable with someone her body responded. It wasn’t rational, but she was learning that it was not wrong.

He had that vibe that made her know she could let him take control — he would absolutely TAKE control of her, all of her, in the way that made her feel complete. Her body was responding already and she was willing to bet he could tell. She knew her nipples were getting hard and her stomach was tightening. She could tell her pussy was wet and her clit was swelling with desire.

Could he?

Could he tell all this by looking at her? She imagined he could. His eyes noticed things. His eyes saw her in ways few men ever had. They had met online. He had emailed her, very politely and professionally, asking her to connect him with a friend of hers that he needed to talk to about a project. She had been willing to help. The project went well and he said he owed her one. That one had been a quick drink in the bar at his hotel. She lived about an hour away from the hotel, but had happened to be in town on a day he was there, so she’d agreed to meet. It was a public place, limited time, and he didn’t give the creep vibe. She knew all about creeps.

She’d had a bit of the feeling during their first minutes together. He had been friendly and was somehow able to get her to open up a bit more about herself than she had intended. He seemed interested in her life and experiences. Most men she met were only interested in her body. She had done some modeling and was naturally proportioned. He looked in her eyes. He gave her a nice small piece of art as a thank-you gift. They talked for about a half hour (because she’d been delayed in traffic), and then they both had to go. Her to a modeling gig for some artists and he out for dinner with clients. When he touched her it was in no way inappropriate, but it was intentional. Her vulnerability was touched at the instant their skin connected. She knew what he could do with her if she let him. At that moment, her imagination was sparked. She had the feeling. It had been growing stronger.

It had taken a while, 2 or 3 months, before their schedules allowed this second meeting. Dinner this time. Not so public. Not so controlled by time. Not so safe. Now her pussy was wanting attention. She wanted to touch her clit, but she knew he would notice that for sure. She could tell he was attracted to her. All straight men were attracted to her, but he was wasn’t hitting on her. Damn, he had some control. She wanted him to take control of her at the same time he let go of that control on himself. Her nipples were hard. He was asking her about her business ideas and giving her some great advice. He had experience in all these different things, she wondered if he had experience with a submissive woman. She was submissive. She was confident in herself and what she was doing in her life, but in the bedroom she wanted to surrender to the energy of being, being…his. She didn’t want to be owned, used, hurt, or humiliated. She just wanted to be, his. She felt like he might understand.

“Sometimes people just need to be made love to.”

There, she said it. She had sent a signal. She had dropped the words masterfully into the end of a piece of conversation. Subtle. Easy to miss. Easy to ignore if she was wrong. Easy to recast if she was really wrong.

She was right. He was paying attention. He didn’t miss much of a beat, but his eyes changed. His body shifted. He understood. She had that feeling.

—

Sometimes you just have a feeling…

He had thought there was something especially attractive about this woman at the moment saw her picture online. There was something in her eyes that made him think she was looking at HIM. That was silly of course. At the instant some photographer half a country away from him had snapped the image, she had not known he existed.

But he had that feeling and he always paid attention to that feeling.

That feeling didn’t just come when looking at a beautiful woman. Sometimes it came when meeting a person for business and knowing an opportunity was headed his way. But, when it was with women, the feeling told him she could be his, would open herself to him if the circumstances were right, would let him taste her soul. Yes, he could be a wolf, hunting, dominant, but not the kind that hurt people.

He didn’t take charge to feed his ego…well, most of the time that wasn’t the reason. He took charge because that’s how people acted around him. It had always been that way. He had been the leader in elementary school, the President of his 4-H club, the President of his college fraternity, the top sales guy in several trabzon escort companies, asked to serve on Boards, all that stuff. Sometimes he took control. Usually control was willingly, joyfully given to him. It was her willing and complete surrender of control being offered to him when he saw her picture. It was her submission he saw. He didn’t hurt women. Nothing turned him off faster or pissed him off more than women being treated with disrespect of any kind. No, he was attuned to the submission offered behind closed doors between a man and a woman.

That was the feeling he had when they had met the first time.

That was the feeling he had now.

But she had not actually offered herself. Yet.

Maybe he was wrong.

Maybe she thought he was just another horny old man. He wasn’t old, although his kids joked he was, but he was older than she. She was beautiful. At the moment she was beautiful in exactly the way that turned him on most, casual. She wasn’t dressed up. Her hair & make-up were not done. She was just being her natural self. Granted, she didn’t have her glasses on, and he had a thing for girls in glasses. He would have to correct her on that point. Her hair was pulled back simply. She was just out meeting a friend. So, he had to be careful.

He wanted to communicate his interest without being a creep. He wanted her, but he wanted her to offer herself willingly. The surrender was always sweetest when offered voluntarily as the result of only the subtlest of chase. So, he talked about her business ideas, which were actually pretty good. He talked about the nuances of her networking circle. He wanted to touch her. He wanted her to feel the strain his cock was developing in his pants. He wanted to watch her eyes as she wrapped her mouth around his cock for the first time. He wanted to hear her gasp as he stretched her little pussy wide and slid into her. She was such a small thing. Tight. Exquisite. He knew he wasn’t porn star huge, but he knew he was well bigger than average and that after a night together she would be sore. Smiling, but sore. He wondered if he could fit his cock in her little ass…

What was that?

Did she just say what he thought he heard?

Yes, she had said “sometimes people just need to be made love to…” or something very close to that.

He was sure of it.

That was her offer. Finally. He wasn’t wrong.

Mmmmm. He could already taste the change in the energy. He could taste her surrender. No need to pounce. The end of the chase was decided. She was his, or soon would be. Now he just had to let her know she was wanted, that her offer was accepted, and make sure there was no question of her submissiveness. Like in the old Meat Loaf song, “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?”

“Yes”

—

“I’d like that.” He said in response to her veiled offer to make love.

She smiled knowingly. She was smart.

He felt like he couldn’t pay the check fast enough, but at the same time didn’t want to rush. His hotel was just down the block. They had all night, and the anticipation had been months, a few more minutes to savor the confirmation of that initial feeling were always a joy. With her the confirmation was about a thousand times more sweet because she was something special. That combination of inner and outer beauty plus the submissive energy were more intoxicating than any fine scotch had ever been. Far more rare & infinitely more valuable.

Walking back to his hotel, he told her she was welcome to come up.

“I’d like that.” She responded with intention mirroring of his earlier casual understatement. She was smart. She was alive and awake and conscious to this moment. Such moments were like permanent snapshots in his mind. He was a very visual person and knew this moment would be in his mind’s eye for the rest of his life. Maybe even the next several lives. He was pretty sure that although visual communication was a big part of her life & profession, that she experienced the world audibly. The sounds of the moment registered in her mind. He would make sure that she had plenty of audio to remember this night.

The doormen smiled as only bellmen smile when they walked into the lobby and directly to the elevators. They were not touching. Discretion in this hotel lobby was important to him because he stayed there whenever he was in town. They knew him. They also knew which company he worked for so they could easily think she was one of his colleagues, although she was way better looking than anyone else from his company, younger than most of them, and they couldn’t remember seeing her before. No matter. It’s a hotel. Sometimes things happen in hotels that are better left unmentioned, especially when it’s a good-tipping, polite, charismatic regular guest like Him.

The suite was nice. Wait, she thought, this isn’t a suite technically – just a damn nice room with a huge king bed. She felt at ease with him. She knew she could open up completely, not just her body, but her guard. He tunceli escort wouldn’t hurt her. She could let down that fucking guard completely. She didn’t have to hold any of the shields up to keep people from getting to close or seeing even a glimpse of who she really was. Her public persona could disappear. Her professional persona could be set aside. Her effort at being a grown up could be abandoned. She would still be a woman for him, because Woman was part of her innermost self. She also wanted this man to hold and comfort the frightened Little Girl doing her best to face a very big world. She didn’t have incest fantasies, but the idea of having this older, handsome, intense man teach her more about her womanhood and then wrap her in those strong arms made her want to cum and cry at the same time.

She had been with older men before. She was drawn to them. She wanted to feel like a woman and a little girl all at the same time. Men her age, or even men in their thirties just didn’t get it. They couldn’t. They had not lived enough of life to experience power and vulnerability. Yet older men had disappointed her. Sometimes she had gone to their rooms because she liked them as people and knew they needed to feel a little love. She enjoyed giving pleasure to these men. She truly liked and respected them. They were gentle with her. Usually they were almost funny in their giddiness about being able to fuck a younger and beautiful woman. But, however nice they were, there was still an element of pity-fuck in it. She knew they didn’t get enough at home. She liked them, but she pitied them too. She liked people’s spirits and so even if they were not the best looking, or even all that great in bed, she enjoyed being with them, even when it left her feeling a little empty. At least older guys usually knew how to make a woman cum, even if some of them needed some coaching. They had vasectomies too. Bonus.

This time it felt different. She prayed it would be different. She prayed He understood. He was not a pity fuck. He wouldn’t accept a pity fuck. He would be insulted by that and she expected that he was the kind of man that got hit on by women at business conferences regularly and said “no.” He was different.

He put out the Do Not Disturb hanger, closed, and locked the door.

She sat her bag down on the desk next to his two laptops, one PC, one Mac.

She heard him slip off his shoes and move slowly up behind her. The sound made her heart race and goosebumps covered her forearms. Heat and wetness flooded her pussy and her breath caught in her chest.

Yes, he was different. He knew.

—

He wrapped his arms around her & just held her for a few seconds. He breathed in the scent of her hair. He brushed his lips gently across her neck just behind her ear. He felt that kiss send a shiver through her entire being. It was the first time his lips had touched her and it was a gift, a promise of things to come. It told her that she was safe here. He didn’t say a word as he let go of her and moved to the room’s refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water. He handed one to her with a smile.

“Hydration is important.” He said with the inference that she would be needing to replenish the liquids that he would have dripping out of her as they enjoyed the rest of their evening.

He took a drink and excused himself to the bathroom where she could hear him taking a pee and then brushing his teeth. She liked that he was not in a hurry, that he could control the pace of his desire. When he came out, she handed him her water bottle and took her turn in the bathroom. Yes, she had to pee too and wanted to be fresh for what was to come. She took a minute to brush her teeth too. She knew their mouths and breath would quickly be the same, commingled with the tastes of their bodies. That thought made her wet. She loved the taste of her own pussy on a man’s mouth and cock. She loved the taste of cum (usually) and especially the taste of sweet earthy semen mixed with her own salty sweet pussy after a man filled her and she was bringing his cock back to life in her mouth. She loved the rawness of licking and sucking all that pure sex off a man. It never failed to get her lover hard again and between his cum and new wetness sucking that messy cock always gave her, the second fuck was usually more intense than the first. But this was the first time for them together and though she knew it wouldn’t be the last, she wanted to enjoy this experience.

As she came out of the bathroom, she was happy to see that he had connected some music to the room’s bluetooth speaker. She hadn’t expected him to turn on the fucking TV or anything, but she was glad he liked music when making love. Music would also cover some of the noise she expected they would be making soon. He had turned off most of the lights, but not all. So, he wanted to see. That made her feel beautiful. It wasn’t obnoxious light, but it would be enough. She wanted to see him too. She wanted to hear him respond to the things she hoped would catch him by surprise, the uşak escort erotic parts of her that most people didn’t think she possessed. She wanted to see him too. She wanted to see the line of his back. She wanted to see his arms flex. She wanted to see his eyes, blue and intense. She wanted to see his legs. She’d only seen him in corporate clothes. She wanted to see if what she thought was under there was under there.

“I’m glad you are here with me.” He said.

“I’m glad we are here together.” She said as she stepped close to him.

He reached out one hand and laced the fingers through her hair at the nape of her neck firmly, but gently and pulled her close. His hand tilted her head up so their lips could meet. His lips were strong and soft. They parted and his tongue reached to hers. She opened for him. It took only the space of a few pounding heartbeats for the opening of her lips to expand from her lips to her breathing, from her breath to her pulse, from her pulse to her hips, and from her hips to her soul. She didn’t open her arms to put them around him. Maybe she would do that later. Right now, she put one hand on his upper arm and felt the muscle there. He was solid. She put her other hand on the outside of his pants and stroked his cock. It grew hard immediately under her touch. The fabric was amazing, not the course feeling of jeans, but the satin feel of well tailored power. The power of his body wrapped her. The power of his cock responded to her hand and she knew she wanted him in every part of her body and being.

At her touch he let out a sound like a hunting lion from deep in his throat. The hand in her hair tightened its grip just a bit. The other hand moved slowly down the curve of her spine. His kisses became more intense. His lips moved from her lips to her cheeks, then down to her throat. She opened for him again. His tongue touched her pulse. The beating of her heart jumped to another level. His lips took in her earlobe, which tickled a little, then his breath was in her ear. The sound sent another wave of goosebumps from her shoulders to her knees. She moved her hand to his zipper, then past his underwear and worked his cock free from its prison.

He was circumcised, which she liked a little better than not, and the skin itself was buttery smooth and soft as it encased the hardness of his length. He was big. She had been with bigger guys and she had been with smaller guys. At some point it’s true that size doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not too small or too big. He wasn’t too small. He might be a little too big, but that was a problem she was willing to solve. The head was amazing. She moved down and stroked it with both hands, looking at it, watching it respond to her touch. She looked up and saw him watching her. She kept looking him in the eye as she stroked him. She smiled. She liked what she saw in his eyes. Desire. Need. Lust. Powerful lust.

She didn’t tease him. It wasn’t the time. His need required more and so did hers. She wrapped her lips around the tip, flicked it with her tongue to taste and savor the pre-cum that was already starting to run down the head. That sweetness filled her mouth as she took as much of the shaft into her mouth and throat as she could. She started to gag a little and pulled back. He moved her hair back from her face and stroked her head as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth from the tip to as deep as she could get. As her throat relaxed and warmed up she was able to go a little deeper each time. He started to move with her, never taking his eyes off the scene of her mouth moving up and down his shaft. She added her hand to the strokes. She knew she could make him cum this way, maybe even against his will. She kept moving. She could smell his skin. Feel the heat of him in her mouth. Her lips were going numb and he kept moving. Finally, they worked together and he pushed himself gently all the way into her. Her lips were against the base of his cock. Her nose against his pubic bone with the trimmed hairs brushing her skin. He held her there for just long enough for her to know he could hold her there longer, then pulled back. Her nose had started to run, making it a little hard to breath. Her eyes were a little watery. He pulled all the way out of her mouth, stroked her hair gently with those powerful hands and she heard him say her two favorite words in the world.

“Good girl.”

—

“You look kind of silly with that hard cock sticking out of your pants.” She said with a smile.

“Why don’t you do something about that My Dear?” he responded in a slightly breathless growl.

She reached up and undid the button, then the fastener, then the inside button. These were complicated. He didn’t offer to help by pulling the suspenders off his shoulders for her, so she moved with athletic grace and stood from her kneeling position without using her hands for help. She was strong and he should know it. Yes, he noticed and approved of the exhibition. She removed the suspenders and let his pants fall to his ankles. Next, she pulled down the boxer briefs. She liked them. They were clean, solid color, and obviously comfortable. He knew himself. He knew what he liked and what he liked had style. Not flashy, not bikini, not tighty-whitey. Solid. Yes, his cock was still pretty solid, even though it wasn’t the center of attention at the moment.

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As a teenager delivering pizza, I’d heard all the ‘stories’, which for the most part was all they were; about the delivery boys showing up at someone’s door only to be met by a young, attractive, very naked woman. In the short period of time that I actually delivered pizza, I never once experienced anything even remotely close to something like that.

Years later, now working as a postal carrier, I’d heard the urban legends of the same type of stories, though usually on a much grander scale. Once again, during the five-year period that I spent delivering the mail, I never once encountered any such thing. Oh sure, I’d seen a few scantily clad women working out in their yards, some of which even made an effort to say hello, greeting me warmly as I handed them their mail. But the truth was, I never saw a naked woman, even in passing. Nor did anyone really flirt, or proposition me as I concluded my appointed rounds.

“Neither rain, nor sleet nor snow….nor a sexy, bare-assed naked beauty will keep me from my appointed rounds.” I mused to myself as I enjoyed a beautifully warm summer day delivering the mail.

I’d recently been given a new route as the regular guy had retired. In a way, it was almost like being given a promotion, as it was a much easier route to deliver than those I had been doing. It was also in a much higher classed, upper neighborhood where everyone seemed to own BMW’s, Jaguars, or Cadillac’s.

I’d only been delivering this new area for a couple of weeks, just getting familiarized with everything when I had my very first ‘experience’, though some might say it really didn’t count. The way I figured it though, anything that resulted in my seeing something I wasn’t supposed to, counted. Even if it wasn’t a direct come-on or “urban legend” flirtation.

Nearing the end of my day’s deliveries, I had one last grouping of homes to deliver to. Parking my delivery van at the bottom of the street as I always did, I’d make my way up the long circular row of expensive homes, eventually working my way back to the van where I’d usually end my day well within the allotted time given me to have done so.

Just as I reached the halfway point in this semi-circular delivery, I’d started up the rather long walk towards the porch of a home that would easily have fit three of mine inside it. Two fairly tall hedgerows framed either side of the walkway as I approached. Because of that, I was totally unaware that anyone was working outside in the yard until I reached the mailbox near the door. Obviously, ‘she’ heard me as I passed by, standing up, addressing me as I did. Startled slightly, I spun towards the sound of her voice, dropping a couple of the catalogs I’d been carrying.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” she said apologetically.

She was tall for a woman, taller than I was anyway by a couple of inches or so. She had long brown hair, though at the moment it was all twisted into a knot on top of her head. Almost immediately I took in the fact that she was wearing a pair of Levi short’s that had been purposely cut, almost a little too short, revealing a pair of very long, shapely legs. But it was her bountiful breasts that I really had trouble keeping my eyes off of. She wore a loose fitting blouse, obviously something she felt comfortable wearing while working out in the yard. With one more button undone than was probably necessary, exposing a great deal of rather tempting cleavage. I wondered briefly if it had come undone by itself, with her unaware that had. Or…that she for whatever reason, enjoyed purposely showing off those magnificent full breasts. I decided on the latter.

I laughed at her comment to me. “No problem. It’s the dogs sneaking up on me from behind that I have to worry about. Not the women.”

Somehow that didn’t come out the way I’d intended it to. She laughed causing me to blush slightly. As she did, I saw one of the magazine’s I had dropped, suddenly flipping a bunch of pages as a mild breeze blew through it. Several of those loose post-card things suddenly began tumbling out and blowing across the yard. As I stooped over to retrieve them along with the magazine, she did the same. When she did, I got my very first “this one counts” view down her blouse at those lovely breasts. Braless, those twin beauties hung there briefly before my eyes. Gazing at those soft slopes, each capped with a slightly darker patch of skin hinting at even more lovely looking nipples, I had to force myself to look away in an effort to actually retrieve the magazines.

When I did, I caught her looking at me. She had to have known what I’d been looking at as I felt my face redden even more deeply. Having somehow snared the magazine, I automatically held it out to her. Looking at it as I did, she let out a brief laugh. Flustered enough as it was, I looked at it myself and saw that it was opened to a rather racy advertisement of a woman standing there wearing a sheer, lacy bra. About all I could do was look stupid and grin.

“Thank you,” she said taking it from me. van escort “Sure is a hot one isn’t it?”

I was still looking at the advertisement. “Yeah…I guess you could say that,” I replied, realizing she was talking about the weather and not the photo I’d been staring at. She laughed, this time making it obvious that she knew I hadn’t been discussing the weather.

“It is amazing how far they’ve come in advertising. It hasn’t been that long since they couldn’t even show a woman wearing a bra on TV.”

Feeling foolish, I continued to look stupid, still grinning. That, and glance towards her breasts as I did. Another button had come undone, and now I could see the edge of one of those dark nipples’s winking at me.

“Well, I’d better get going,” I said nervously beginning to turn away.

“Sure you wouldn’t like something cold to drink first?” she offered.

I had a cold bottle of water waiting for me back in the van. I watched as she removed a handkerchief from her back pocket, using it to dab at the glistening sheen of perspiration that had gathered between her breasts.

“I need to finish my route first,” I told her evasively, having no intention of returning.

I was forty-five minutes ahead of schedule. At worst, it would take me another fifteen minutes to finish. She smiled, her breasts heaved with each breath, even they seemed to be smiling at me.

“By the way…my names Samantha, though everyone calls me Sam.”

“Nice to meet you Samantha…Sam,” I corrected. “Call me Brian”.

I remembered looking at her mail. Everything had been addressed to an “S. Davis”. I wondered if the “S” stood for “Samantha, or Sam”.

“I’m recently divorced,” she said, answering my unasked question.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be…he was a real shit. He got what he deserved,” she added with a wicked smile on her face. “That’s what I got for being a good little wife. Well…no more,” she said with finality in her voice, though I considered her comment, wondering if there was some hidden meaning behind it.

“You like iced tea? Lemonade?”

“Either one would be great,” I told her, though I was thinking I might need something a little stronger, like a Long Island iced tea as nervous as I was feeling at the moment.

“See you in a few then?” she questioned, pressing for my commitment.

“Sure. I’ll be back just as soon as I can finish up.”

“Good. Just come around back,” Sam told me. “I’ll be out on the patio with our drinks.”

Glancing at my watch, I literally sprinted the remainder of my deliveries, finishing in record-breaking time. I felt a little silly pulling my mail truck into her driveway, but figured I wouldn’t be there all that long. And anyone seeing it parked there would merely assume I was making a special delivery of some sort.

Walking around back as she’d instructed me to do, I was surprised to see her waiting for me. Not that she was, but that she had changed clothes, now wearing an even more revealing bikini. The fact that there was a beautiful, rather large pool didn’t make seeing her in that attire any easier. I felt awkward as hell, especially sitting next to her in my Postal Carrier uniform.

“Would you like to go for a swim?” she asked.

I was tempted. Tempted as hell. And even not having any swim trunks obviously, didn’t register with me at the time.

“Ah…no thanks. Maybe another time,” I replied sheepishly.

“Was she coming on to me? Or was she simply being nice?” I thought silently. At the moment, I really had no idea for sure what she was doing.

She asked me about myself. How long had I been at the Post Office? Did I like it? Was I married? Any kids etc. I answered all of her questions truthfully; surprised she seemed genuinely interested in me.

“Coming up on six years now,” I said. “Some days better than others.” I’d said smiling. “No…not married, though I had been engaged once.” Which basically answered the kids question without really responding.

Sam shifted in her chair, extending her legs a little. The movement of which drew my attention to them briefly of course. As she did, I saw the material of her bikini bottoms tightly clinging to her crotch, outlining in ways that made all rationalization of what I was staring at seem unimportant. Clearly outlined, wonderfully defined, her neither lips looked puffy, swollen…forming a perfect ‘V’ with the briefest outline of her pubic hair pressing against the thin material of her bright red bikini bottoms.

I had hardly touched my drink really. She’d made iced tea. I hated iced tea, but wasn’t about to tell her that.

“It really is a hot one?” Isn’t it?” Sam said standing up. My eyes followed her movement as she walked over towards the pool. “Sure you don’t care to join me?” she asked almost teasingly.

I smiled, nodding my head “no”. I expected that she would in all likelihood walk around to the other side of the pool at the far end where the diving board was. Which she did. I sat there preparing to watch her, secretly yalova escort admiring those sun-tanned, incredibly long legs and that heart-shaped ass, made even more so by the bright red material of her swim wear.

What I didn’t expect, now watching, as she reached around behind herself, undoing the bikini top still heading towards the diving board. Sam nonchalantly tossed it off to one side. Though I couldn’t as yet see her breasts, I knew that momentarily, I was about to. The thought of which caused my cock to lurch excitedly inside my pants. Sam wasn’t through shocking me though. When she reached the end of the pool, finally turning, allowing me to see those twin treasures, she once again stopped before climbing the three-step ladder to the board. Bending over, she shimmied out of the bottoms, tossing them somewhere behind her, and then stepped up onto the diving board. I took a rather long pull on the iced tea, not even tasting it as I sat there staring at her.

She ‘posed’ momentarily on the end of the board, bouncing slightly, which in turn bounced her tits wonderfully.

“I hate wearing a wet suit,” she informed me, calling out to me across the length of the yard as though that explained everything.

“Why bother even wearing one?” I asked myself, continuing to see her testing the bounce on the board, which in turn allowed me to enjoy the bounce of her chest once again.

Satisfied, she took a few steps backwards, stopped, running forward, hitting the end of the board perfectly. For a brief moment, she hung suspended mid-air, looking much like a beautiful bird having just taken flight, now spreading her wings. As gravity took over, she descended into the pool making hardly a ripple as she entered the water. Just seeing her incredibly beautiful nude form slicing through water the way she did was breathtaking in itself. Before I knew what I was doing, I had stood and was clapping as she swam over towards my end of the pool.

“That was incredible!” I exclaimed as I offered her my hand, helping her up and out of the water. She took it, smiling at me.

“Thank you. I used to be on the diving team in college,” she informed me. “Though it has been a few years since I was.”

“Could have fooled me,” I told her. “You did that perfectly.”

I was still holding her hand even though she had stepped completely out of the pool by this time. Glancing over towards the table, I followed her gaze, realizing she was looking at the folded towels she had placed there. I let go of her hand as she walked towards it, picking one of them up and began drying her hair. I was somewhat surprised she hadn’t used one in which to cover herself with. Not wanting to appear too obvious about my looking at her, I quickly made my way back to my seat and my near empty glass of iced tea.

“Would you like another?” she asked.

“Ah…sure.”

“Why don’t you follow me inside while I make some more then?” she asked, turning, heading back inside the house without waiting for a response from me.

Without a further word, I obediently did so. Watching that gorgeous naked ass as she entered the house reminded me that I was “aroused”, and I quickly glanced down, horrified to discover not only a very obvious bulge protruding from in front of my slacks, but an equally obvious ‘wet-spot’ pointing directly to the accusing area.

“Fuck!” I said softly, catching myself, wondering as I did if I’d said it a little too loudly.

And I had.

“Something wrong?”

I thought I detected a hint of a snicker in her tone of voice as I hurriedly caught up to her, placing myself purposely behind the counter as she walked around the opposite side of it finally facing me.

Not knowing what else to say to even attempt to hide the obvious…I lied.

“I must have spilled some of my iced-tea,” I told her feeling my face turning crimson.

Knowing full well where the supposed spill was, I watched in abject horror, mixed with a little nervous delight as Sam raised herself up on the counter, bracing her arms, pushing upwards to peer over the edge of it down towards me. She was grinning of course. Which didn’t help matters. Though seeing those near perfect breasts suddenly swaying too and froe in front of me helped a little.

“How bad?” she questioned, looking.

“Not real bad…I’ll live,” I said glibly.

“Maybe you’d better take them off so I can rinse them out before they stain,” she said seriously. “Tea stains are a lot harder to get out than people realize. Though other types of stains are no problem at all,” she said looking at me directly a hint of a knowing smile spreading across her face.

“Did she know? Was I that stupid to think that she didn’t?”

“No really…I’ll be fine,” I countered.

Samantha however procured a clean washcloth, immediately wetting it and then coming from around her side of the counter.

“Well at least let me rub it a little.”

“What did you say?” I half stammered.

“Rub the spot out a little,” she completed, çorlu escort just then reaching me.

Before I could even say another word in protest, she was dabbing at the spot in a circular motion with the cloth.

“This should help.”

“Yeah…help make it worse.” I said to myself. Which of course it did. The ‘spot’ not only got bigger as she applied tap water to it, but so did the bulge in my pants.

“Really…you should let me remove these.”

Almost immediately, she began doing so before I could respond. Somehow I’d swallowed my tongue. As I felt her undoing my belt buckle, unzipping my pants, my erection sprang free like a cobra preparing to strike.

“Oh god!” I exclaimed in embarrassment.

“Well! What do we have here?” I heard her ask. But before I could say anything, I felt her velvet mouth suddenly encompass my shaft.

In one fluid motion, Sam engulfed me, drawing my hot-throbbing prick deeply between those smoothly sucking lips. I felt her hand cupping my balls, kneading them as softly as bread-dough as she fondled me, sucking me simultaneously. I next heard her giggle around my cock as my knees buckled.

“Would you like to come with me?” she asked.

Once again I wondered if I’d heard her right. Though at this point it really wouldn’t have made any difference either way. As it was, I merely nodded my head yes to whichever question she’d actually asked me.

Standing up, releasing my prick with her mouth, she exchanged it for her hand however, leading me down the hall towards what I could only suppose was her bedroom. Which it was of course.

Sam crawled up into the spacious four-poster bed, beckoning to me. “Why don’t you take off your clothes?” she mewed suggestively. And of course, I did that too.

In seconds, I was beside her on the bed where we found ourselves in a side by side, ’69’ position. As her mouth once again claimed my penis and began teasing it with tiny little nips and suckings, I probed her equally wet glistening split with the tip of my tongue, hearing a very satisfied moan as it escaped her lips, caressing my prick while I in turn tickled her clit with my tongue, amazed at how slick and juicy she was. Capturing her clit with my lips, sucking it like an extended nipple, I placed my finger between the lips of her femininity, feeling them adhere to it, sticking to it like glue. Her nectar was not only sweet to the taste, but frothy rich as my finger played in it, causing erotic, sensual squishy sounds to begin emanating from between her lips.

I probed her with my index finger, feeling her quim sucking my finger inside, like her mouth was currently doing to my prick. Her juices continued to flow freely, running down the inside of her thigh, soaking not only my face, but the sheets beneath us. Soon, her ass was smeared in this rich coating and I began to gently toy with the tiny puckered opening I found there. Tentatively at first, “testing the waters” so to speak, I then included my middle finger as I pressed it gingerly against that opening. I felt her stiffen slightly as she became aware of my explorations. The fact that she didn’t warn me off, allowing me my ‘play’, I continued.

“Oh god…that feels good,” she moaned softly around my cock.

“I’ll say,” I said simply, the flat of my tongue still probing inside her. What she was doing to my prick had forced me to concentrate more fully on what I was doing. The sensation of her lips as she licked, sucked, and caressed my straining shaft was driving me insane with desire and lust for this woman.

A moment later I felt my middle finger slip easily inside her up to the first knuckle. I remained there, teasing the inside of her ass, sucking her clit even more urgently than I had been until I felt her tiny contraction relax slightly. When it did, I pressed inside her a little deeper until my entire middle finger slid inside the opening of her ass. Here, I left it, unmoving for a moment until she could again find herself becoming used to the unexpected intrusion of her virginal ass.

Now I probed her pussy more deeply, more exploratory with my index finger until the sensation of having two fingers situated side by side, separated by only the thinnest membrane of tissue, finally registered within her mind.

“Oh fuck…that feels nice!”

I grinned, licking her clit, sucking it as my fingers began to dance together in perfect harmony with one another. I felt Samantha tense, but it wasn’t a concerned tenseness that seized her, but one of mind-blowing surprise and wonder at the sensation that now accosted her as I began my double fingering of both openings simultaneously.

“Oh Brian! Brian! Please…Oh God, please don’t stop!” she urged me passionately.

I wasn’t about to of course; I could feel her pussy suddenly liquefy even more than it had been already. The fact that her orgasm was upon her before she’d anticipated it to be was a pleasured surprise…for both of us.

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she repeated over and over again. I felt both her cunt, and anal muscles contract as her orgasm ripped through her. As her cry of ecstasy came, I had also captured her clit with my lips, sucking it furiously. Samantha froze as though solid, her back arched, her knees locked as she clenched in a massive seizure of petrified joy.

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I met Brenda about 5 years ago on-line. We were both in a chat room discussing our favorite music. After a few weeks we went private and our conversations became steamier.

Brenda described herself as a buxom woman in her late 20’s. She was married and her husband was a successful businessman in Seattle. Consequently they had little time together, so she ended up online a lot.

I am 6’4” about 270, Basically a defensive tackle in a suit. I’m married also and I work for a large restaurant chain as a corporate executive in southern California. Due to the skills I learned in management school at Princeton, I was rarely pressed for time. So I filled my time online as well.

After close to 6 months of online chat, we decided to talk on the phone. That first call was bizarre. I had built up this idea of what her voice would sound like and how she would speak, it was completely different, and strange, and fun.

After that first call, it seems like we were on the phone daily. We often would tell each other our most private and nasty fantasies. Needless to say we had many orgasms together on the phone. It was fantastic.

After 6 more months we decided to meet face to face. She would be traveling south to California and I would meet her at the airport. As the day approached I was nervous with anticipation. What would she think of me, how would she look, what would I say.

When I finally saw her, I was amazed. We looked into each other’s eyes and just knew this was right. It felt like we had known each other forever, and we embraced warmly like only old lovers do.

I grabbed her luggage and we headed out to her hotel for a day of fun. I think the nervousness was kilis escort what surprised me most. The closer we got to her hotel, the more nervous we both became. We had not really discussed that we would be sexual during this visit, but I think we both anticipated we would be.

We got to here suite at the hotel, and the rooms were great, well appointed and luxurious. There was a whole fruit basket on the table of the living area, and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. We made ourselves comfortable.

We had always talked about taking a shower together and about how much fun that would be. So we decided to go to the master bath and do just that. It seemed almost surreal as we undressed in front of each other and headed into the bathroom. The shower was large with dual heads and completely enclosed in glass. There was also a large Jacuzzi tub. Brenda had brought candles to light the bathroom with in her luggage, and she placed them around the bathroom and lit them. As I entered the bathroom, there was Brenda, her smooth skin bathed I the light of the flickering candles. Her back was to me as she leaned inside the shower to adjust the temperature of the water flow. My cock began to rise in hardness as I watched her nude form enter the shower. I stepped in behind her and we kissed for the first time. It was one of those kisses you never forget, wet, and hot and totally involved. Our tongues played against each other as our lips locked in a smooth embrace.

My hands slid over her back and down across her smooth ass cheeks, squeezing them with my large, strong fingers. She rubber her hands all over my back and down across my muscular kırklareli escort butt.

My cock, rigid and throbbing wedged itself squarely against her well-shaved pussy lips. She thrust her pelvis forward, urging my cock to press harder against her lips and clit. Slowly she slid down my body and took my silky cock head into her hot mouth. She grabbed the shaft of my dick and stroked it expertly as her tongue played across head of my cock. Her other hand slid up my strong thigh and softly enclosed around my nut sack, massaging my balls while she sucked my so well. I was in heaven.

After a few minutes of her expert ministrations, I decided that turnabout was fair play. I pulled her up and then got down on the shower floor, the warm water cascaded over both our bodies. I lay back on the floor of the shower and she lowered her smoothly shaven pussy down onto my face. She was already soaking with juice and dripping wet. My tongue flicked her outer lips teasing her. Having none of that she pushed her box down on my mouth and began riding my face. Her wet sloppy lips rubbing up and down my face.

I struggled to lick every inch of her steamy hole as she face fucked me. My hands clenched her ass cheeks pulling her down harder on my mouth. She squeezed her nipples roughly between her thumb and forefinger. Making them swell with redness.

Her orgasm began to approach so I slowed the pace to prolong her enjoyment. She got up off my face and sat on the floor facing me, as I sat up as well. We slowly slid our privates together until my cock head was just barely touching her pussy. She always talked in our phone conversations how she loved to karabük escort feel a cock slide up and down between her lips. So I grabbed my shaft and massaged her clit up and down with my dick. She began humping against me as I quickened the pace.

Finally we decided that this was too much and we needed to get dried off and head to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Brenda playfully got up on the bed on all fours, wiggling her cute ass in my face. I remembered that one of her big turn-ons was to have a guy really go to town licking and tonguing her asshole. So I walked up to her grabbed her hips in my hands and planted a big sloppy wet kiss right on her tiny pink rosebud. A loud moan escaped her lips.

I licked and sucked her ass for all I was worth, sliding my thick finger in and out of her pussy while I did it. I flicked my tongue all around and even slide it in a bit as her tight ring flexed around the girth of my licker.

She was going wild pushing her ass back against my face and now rubbing her clit with her own hand as she began to approach her first orgasm. Not wanting to miss the feel of her pussy clenching when she came, I quickly hopped up and grabbed a rubber, slid it on my cock and buried my dick deep in her pussy in one thrust. She began coming immediately. Her cunt muscles grabbed my shaft and milked it. The feeling was amazing. Her pussy sucked at my cock bringing me so close to orgasm. I pulled out my cock and whipped off the rubber, shooting my large load all over her asshole. Glob after glob hit her ass, pussy and thighs as I shot jet upon jet of my creamy goop all over her.

Then without skipping a beat I bent down and began licking my own jizz off of her. She continued jacking herself off and another wave of orgasm washed over her as she came again, screaming loudly and rubbing her ass all over my face. My limp cock dribbled cum on the floor as I finished cleaning her nether region. Spent we collapsed on the bed.

To Be Continued…

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