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“So what kept you? Give the posh bird a length?” Paul’s pissing himself. I’ve just walked into The Britannia and it’s gone half nine. I’ve missed the football and it’s obvious, as I have to ask the score; Leeds have held them 0-0 away and just have to do the business at Elland Road. I didn’t get back to my place until gone eight, and dived straight into the shower, trying to get my head straight.

I felt the need for company so came straight up the pub once I’d changed. Something’s not right though, as I feel myself blush and feel angry that he’s asked me the question. I realise I’ve got no intention of telling them anything about the afternoon, so I mumble something about being knackered when I got back and having a kip. This is strange, as we normally have a collective post-mortem of all our shags, living it up for laughs. I’m relieved they seem to take my statement at face value and go back to bantering about Leeds’ chances in the European cup.

I try and concentrate on the conversation, the cold lager flowing into me, hoping it will dull my imagination, but all the time a part of my mind replays the afternoon. I’d slept for a bit over an hour, and woke to find her showered, changed and sitting on the bed smiling at me. I felt a tit as I still had the dildo strapped to me, and I felt well self-conscious taking it off. She’d led me through to the shower and got in with me. I was just stood there as she washed me, and made a thorough job of it too, but all I had to wear were my grotty work clothes, which is why I dived in my own shower when I got home. She’d hardly said a word, but I knew I was meant to leave quickly once dressed. She smiled and at one point said “Thank you, Tom” but I had no idea if she wanted a repeat performance or not, and wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through that again, then just as she was showing me out the kitchen door to where the van still stood she’d passed me a card which I put straight in my pocket. I didn’t want to stop and read it there in case it said “thanks and now fuck off” or some such message. I was half-way home before I dug it out of my shorts’ pocket and had a look, whilst waiting for yet another set of fucking traffic lights to decide that I’d seen enough red to be going on with.

‘Jem – 07777 313131’ was all it said. I wondered if it was coincidence that her mobile number was so distinctive, or maybe posh fuckers get special treatment. I couldn’t remember if her Merc had had a personal plate or not, but reckoned it probably would. Turning the card over I saw handwriting:

“Call me now”

Now? How the fuck did she know when I was going to read it? Part of me found it funny, this bird trying to play mind games with me; someone her kind would usually describe as a mindless thug. But despite myself I picked up the mobile, plugged it into the hands-free kit and started to dial the number, one eye on the road, the other making sure I didn’t misdial. The phone rang twice and her voice filled the cab, rich and smooth, making some subliminal link, me thinking of the woman on the Kenco coffee advert. Assured and confident: “You took your time Thomas. I just wanted to arrange your next visit”

Thomas? No fucker ever calls me that; even my mum calls me Tom. And why hadn’t she asked me before I’d left? Not that she was asking, she was telling me that I’d be going back. I felt my pulse increase, excitement and lust competing with apprehension, all combining to release adrenaline into my bloodstream. I had to say something in reply but took a second to muster as much assuredness as I could:

“Yeah? When’s good for you then Jem?”

“Call me Jemima”

Then why the fuck did she have ‘Jem’ on the card. Or was this some way of making me feel different? Special? Or highlighting the fact that I’m not part of her world? It wouldn’t have surprised me if she’d demanded I call her m’Lady, and I’m not even sure I’d refuse. This was so far outside anything I’d done before I wasn’t sure what the rules were.

“Ok Jemima, when do you want to meet up? Saturdays are out for me. Football day, lad’s night”

“No, this Saturday you’ll be at mine at eight. But not one minute before. You can be a few minutes late if you like, but not early. I’ll see you then, and wear something nice”

“Look, I told you; Saturday’s for me and my mates, so it’ll have to be some other time”

And she fucking hung up. I got three loud pips over the speaker and it went dead. I was fuming, and knew she’d be sitting there waiting for me to call back. Fucked if I was going to be so predictable. I’d left the mobile sitting on the passenger seat and turned the radio up. Some techno-dance shit on there, but I didn’t care. Just needed something to drown out my thoughts. I used to bring a few tapes with me when I was out in the van but the tape player kept chewing them up, and when it ripped up my bootleg Jam tape I’d decided the radio would have to do. Radio 1 was nothing but pretentious techno-crap and saccharin manufactured pop, and although there were commercial stations that played good stuff you still had radio adverts to put up with, but unless the boss forked out for a new player it was all we had.

“Oi! Dip-shit. Are you on something?” Paul and Andy are staring at me. I realise they must have been talking to me but I can’t tell what it was about.

“Sorry mate, just tired”

“Oh, so you’ve porno izle got fucking Aids! Become an uphill gardener have you? A fucking shirt-lifter, and I was about to accept a lager from you”

Andy pitches in, giving me shit, but at least I realise it’s my round and with a grin at him I make my way to the bar. Quite busy for a Wednesday, but the Britannia’s always been popular. I order three lagers and look admiringly at Angie’s arse as she bends down to pick up the glasses then wiggles her way to the pumps. A typical London peroxide-blonde barmaid, she looks good until she opens her gob, at which point a fucking awful squeak comes out. She can shatter glass with one giggle, but most of us have been there at least once. She’s only a year or two younger than us, but she’s always come across as a giggling schoolgirl. She gets turned on by violence and violent men, and whenever we’ve been in a ruck and come in the Brit to lick our wounds and laugh about who got a kicking and who did the business, she’s always there licking her lips and up for a good shafting from anyone who fancies it.

I pay for the lagers and carry them back to the lads. They’ve plonked themselves down at a corner table, leaving me to sit with my back to the room and miss leching at any skirt which may come in. Fucking typical, but I’m not going to whinge about it. The lads are back to the staple subject of our conversations; Chelsea’s chances next season. They’ve fucking blown it for this one again, too much inconsistency. New manager can’t even talk English, for fuck’s sake. My mind drifts again, back to when I’d got home. I’d managed not to pick the phone up and call Jemima again in the van, but as soon as I got into the flat I’d cracked. Been fucking stupid too; only went and used my land phone, so she had both numbers now.

“Hello again Thomas. So you understand about Saturday; not a moment before eight”

She’s unbelievable, I thought to myself, but even as I’d thought it I’d been answering:

“Ok – but why not Friday?”

“Sorry, I’ve got other people to see on Friday. Saturday or not at all. And that’s ever”

Her voice firm, leaving me in no doubt she meant it. It was only later, on my way to the pub that the thought occurred to me that she must have liked what I’d done, if not me for myself, for her to want a repeat performance at all. During the call though I’d reverted to Mr Putty-in-her-hands. Fucking sad really – a confident and proud bloke turned into a fucking rent-boy, except I wasn’t getting paid. She wasn’t finished

“I may have a little surprise for you. I’ll see you on Saturday, and Thomas, don’t be a disappointment, there’s a good boy” and again she’d just hung up.

I drag myself back to the present in time to hear Andy speculating about Saturday’s game against Villa. Not much chance of a decent ruck, not against that lot. No real firm to talk of, although they’ve got a big support base. Fucking whining brummies. Paul’s saying how they play good football, the way it should be played, quick passes and breaks, the way Chelsea do it. We remember a few seasons ago, when we played them up at their place, and they had eleven Englishman in their starting line up compared to our one, and their fans were singing “Eng-er-lund Eng-er-lund” at us. Fucking beat us too. But Villa are a nothing team. Rarely struggle too much, but do fuck all either. Can’t remember the last time they were in Europe. Still living off ’82 when they won the European Cup. Or was it ’81? I’m wondering how I’m going to get away after the game, missing the usual ritual of match, pub, grub, club followed by kebab and/or bird. Couple of weeks ago we got invited to a party at some tart’s place. Student nurses, five of them living in one fucking house. Andy only shagged the bird whose party it was, whilst Paul did the good thing and kept her bloke chatting about the advantages of wingbacks over a traditional flat back four! Fucking funny, looking back. My brain feels like it’s made of cotton wool, can’t think straight, another pint landing in front of me won’t help, but it tastes good and I decide not to think about it until tomorrow. Fuck it!

Thursday afternoon, and I’m getting the thrill again. I’d woken this morning with the germ of an idea. Can’t remember where it came from; a dream, something said on Wednesday night – can’t remember much of that, I’d got well hammered, raised a few eyebrows the next morning and the boss thought I was still pissed as I’d been wandering round like I was in a trance all day, but it wasn’t due to the hangover, it was because I’d been thinking through my idea. I wanted to see Jemima again, or at least to fuck her, but I wanted to do it on my terms. I wanted to be able to look at myself in the mirror without examining myself to see if the weakening was visible. I knew I’d acted like a fucking nonce who gets off on women dominating him. Wearing fucking nappies and being spanked – not my scene at all. So this idea had started to form. I remembered how she’d gone into one when I’d first slipped my length into her, then in the next breath started encouraging me with all that “Tommy knows what mummy wants” shit. I was sure I could get away with this, but I wanted to make it real. For her, at least.

One thing I’d always been good at was accents. At school I’d even been encouraged to do a bit of acting, but I’d dropped it like a brick amatör porno when my mates started taking the piss: “One step away from being a fucking ballet dancer, you ponce”, and that kind of thing, so I’d told the drama teacher to shove it, and went back to mugging swots for their dinner money. But I’d never lost the ability to do regional accents, and would practise them when telling jokes. Fucking hard to tell how realistic they are, but I reckoned I could con a posh bird like Jemima, who was unlikely to have been exposed to too many strong accents. Scouse, I reckoned. Fucking pondlife from Liverpool virtually had their own language, and I was sure I could do the voice. Only thing was, would she be seeing her ‘other people’ on Friday at her home or elsewhere? I hoped it would be elsewhere, and when she got home she’d have a fucking shock. If she was in, and I had to wait until her guests left it would be more complicated, as I wasn’t sure what security the house had, but it was bound to be pretty good. I’m no fucking thief, so I’m not exactly skilled at getting into other people’s houses, but I hoped I wouldn’t have to. If it all went pear shaped I could always bin the idea and just turn up as ordered on Saturday, but I didn’t want to. Basically, so long as it went as planned, I’d grab her as she went to open the door, rush her inside, fuck her brains out and leave. I’d want to give her just a hint that it was me, and before anyone starts thinking I’m a fucking rapist, I certainly wasn’t going to hurt her. Well, not in any serious way, but I had a strong idea that this would be as good for her as it would be for me. I still had a balaclava and black roll-neck top from a fancy-dress party the three of us had gone to as SAS blokes. Fucking scream that had been – touching up birds and minesweeping beers, and although the soft cunts at the party had known we’d been normal blokes in costume the balaclava thing had really intimidated them. I had black jeans, but had better wear trainers, as she’d seen my boots and I wanted to leave her uncertain.

Now my plan was sorted I was impatient. I go for a few pints on Thursday evening and the lads are asking if I’m out on Friday. Tell them I don’t fancy it, keeping my powder dry for Saturday. Of course I’ll still have to explain to Jemima why I’m not going to make it on Saturday, but I’ll think of something, and I get the feeling that she’ll have had enough by then.

“Hey Tom, tell Andy that joke about the Scouse kid at school in London”

Fucking Paul’s telepathic. I’m just thinking about getting the accent straight and he gives me a chance. I get Andy pissing himself at the joke. Feel good – being the funny man, but know he wouldn’t be so expressive if it wasn’t for the five pints of lager sloshing around in his gut. Plastic beer, but better than the warm heavy crap that the traditionalists tell us a true Englishman should drink. What the fuck is a true Englishman anyway? The only cunts who ever talk about it have got nothing to do with me or my kind. They always miss the fucking point, going on about some golden age when everyone did as they were told, and there were no hooligans, no kiddie-fiddlers, no unemployment. A fucking dream, a con. It’s always been there, all of it, it’s just no one talked about it and very few heard about it when it did come out. That’s the price of an all-informed public, and it’s hard to keep the news quiet when everyone’s got a TV. Educating the Empire cost us the Empire. Churchill said that. Fucking true Englishman there, even if he was a toff. Knew what he was on about, did old Winston. And we’re still fighting them on the beaches, only difference being the Government hasn’t declared war on them this time. But we know what it’s all about. Flying the flag, keeping the Euros aware of us, scared of us. The English barbarians, proud fighting race. I’m fucking rambling now, and I know it. Realise I’ve been talking aloud as I hear Paul agreeing with me.

“Fucking right Tom! Fat cunts in Brussels telling us how to run our country, growing rich on the fucking curry train”

“It’s called a gravy train, you ignorant wanker” I laugh at him, he’s pissed and cracks up too

“Gravy, curry, what’s the fucking difference? Knew it was something Northern cunts put on their chips”

We’re all pissing ourselves now, Angie giggling along with us even though she’s just walked up to our end of the bar and hasn’t a clue what we’re laughing at. Daft cow. Looks good tonight though. Nipples showing through a white t-shirt – must be on heat. Some other time she might just have got 7 inches of Chelsea up her tonight, but I’m keeping myself fresh for Lady fucking Chatterley.

We grab a kebab on the way home, and I’m wearing half of it by the time I let myself into the flat. Fucking greasy shit, have to be pissed to eat this, although I feel pretty well together. I dig out the black clothes and balaclava and make sure they’re handy for tomorrow night. I’ll take my motor out there and park it a good distance from her house. Hope there’s no intruder alarms in the woods around the grounds, but it’s a risk I’ll have to take. She’s probably got security lights, so I’ll have to be careful approaching the house itself, especially if she’s in. The gravel could be a problem too; fucking noisy. At least I’d seen no sign of dogs. It suddenly occurs to me that I don’t anal porno know when her husband’s coming home. Could it be him she’s seeing on Friday? But if so, and he’s just come back from abroad, how could she be free on Saturday? Unless he’s one of these weird cunts who gets off on seeing his wife fucked by a stranger. I can’t see it being likely, but I’ll have to give the place a good looking over when I get there. I turn in but struggle to get to sleep, my mind too active to relax. End up having a wank, thinking about what happened on Wednesday, and what I hope will happen on Friday.

Friday evening, and did this fucking day drag or what? I could hardly keep my mind on the job, although Paul, who’s pretty much my best mate and would have sussed something was on my mind was out on the van today, thank fuck. Andy really gets into his work, so he didn’t notice anything, and I reckon the boss thinks I’m a fucking zombie anyway. At least after this week. I made it home in good time, and have showered and put on some aftershave. Dolce and Gabbana; meant to be a bit classy, though probably not to a rich-bitch like Jemima. But it’s all part of the master plan. Give her something to think about, and classy or not, it’s distinctive, and that’s what I want. I put the clothes on, but wear a beige jacket over the top for the journey there. Feel a bit of a twat wearing it, as it’s one my mum bought me to keep me dry at the football. Must be the first time I’ve ever worn it, and I wouldn’t be seen dead in it usually. Before I leave I slip a clasp knife into my jeans pocket; you never know – I may need it to add a bit of steel to my act.

I wander down to the garages which go with my block of flats. As I drive off I’m running through the plan, wondering if it’ll come off or not. It’s nine pm and I reckon at this time of night I’ll make it out to her place in forty-five minutes. Straight down the A22, which is a cast-iron bitch of a road during rush hour, but now it should be a doddle.

Ten o’clock, and I’m at her place. Sneaked through the woods from the road, and I’m standing looking at the side of the house. The end of it I drove around on Wednesday. Looks dead, but there’s a light on downstairs in the kitchen. Just about the only window I can be sure of. No sign of the Merc, but it could be in the garage. I don’t know if she’d drive herself or get a cab. Or a fucking limo more like. I realise I could be in for a long wait, and start to make my way around toward the back of the house, keeping in the cover of the trees, just on the edge. I can’t make out any security lights but it’s too dark now. Should have got here twenty minutes earlier, when there was still a bit of light left. Ah well, wasn’t it some general who said no plan survives first contact with the enemy? I can’t remember who, but he had a point. I’m feeling like some hero soldier, behind the enemy lines here, setting up the ambush. Only my enemy isn’t here, or I don’t think she is. I realise that if she pulls up now I’m too far away. If she spotted me as I cross the gravel she could make it inside and lock the door before I could get to her, so I move further around, until the garage and workshop are between me and house. I creep toward the back of the workshop, on grass still, nice and quiet. Looking around the edge of the workshop I can see a couple of wheelie bins at the back of the house. Right next to the kitchen door. I don’t remember them from Wednesday but then I wasn’t really looking. Making my mind up I race across to them, sure now she isn’t in and they’re perfect. I can crouch down behind them, concealing myself from the door, and I’m only a few yards away from it

Nearly eleven, and I’m getting cramped here, so I stand to stretch my legs. Just as I do I hear a car. Hard to tell if it’s coming up here, but then there’s the crunch of tyres crossing gravel and I’m home and dry. I must check it’s just her of course, but the adrenaline starts to flow and I’m positive this is going to come off. The crunching stops and the engine dies, but I still can’t see the car. Fuck! She’s stopped round the front. Bollocks! I didn’t even think about that. Stupid cunt! I’m swearing at myself, wondering if I can salvage something, and notice lights coming on inside. I’m staring at the garage, furious that the silly cow isn’t parking the car there when light comes pouring through the French windows away to my left. They swing open and I can see her, but she’s talking to someone. Her hair’s piled up and she’s wearing a long dress. Very classy, but I’m getting fucking nervous now. If she looks this way there’s a good chance she’ll see me in the light. Who the hell is she talking to? Relief floods through me as I realise she’s talking into her mobile, bending her head now down to the left to grip it whilst she does something with her hands. Lifting them to her face and she’s got a cigarette in her mouth, but it looks a bit battered somehow. A spark and a flame and she’s smoking – I hadn’t realised she did. Talking again now, and a cloud of smoke drifts toward me as she exhales, laughing into the phone, that musical laugh I remember so well. I can’t believe what my sense of smell is telling me, but she’s smoking fucking ganja! She’s doing a joint – Mrs Rich-Twat is getting high, and it suits me down to the ground. I listen to her conversation, but it’s all giggles and agreement; no way of telling what the fuck the person on the other end is on about. She keeps calling them ‘darling’, but with this lot that could be anyone from a sister to the fucking bank manager. Means nothing, and I’m getting impatient. I freeze as I suddenly hear my name being mentioned:

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In My Life

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Authors Note: This story is named and written after the wonderful song created by The Beatles, ‘In My Life’. The text in Italics is the lyrics of the song and was written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
As always thank you very much to eclecticwoman818 for her editing and constant encouragement with my stories.

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There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all…..

Mark Nelson turned his car into the driveway after another day at work. As he entered his house from the garage it felt different somehow. The silence in his home enveloped him. This house, his home, had once been filled with noise, laughter and the sounds of family life. Now the silence was deafening. It had been this way for the past six months, but today was the first time he had noticed it.

Walking to his bedroom, Mark took off his work clothes and had a shower. Being a warehouse manager meant that he did get grimy after a day’s work. Having a shower refreshed him and he put on his usual home attire of an old t-shirt and shorts, before heading to the kitchen to make his dinner.

He had some music playing on the computer, more to break the silence in the house than anything else. Had his house really been this quiet for the last six months?

As Mark sat there eating his dinner his mind was churning. Unconsciously he was playing with his wedding ring, spinning it on his finger. This had become a bit of a habit he did when he was thinking.

Just on 2 years earlier his wife of 24 years Elouise wasn’t feeling well. Her appetite was poor and she wasn’t feeling herself. She thought it was just a bug and didn’t think too much about it. These symptoms continued for nearly a month before she finally decided go to the doctor. After some tests it was revealed she had advanced pancreatic cancer. This diagnosis was in May and she passed away in September, with Mark and their two daughters, Lara and Daisy, at her bedside.

This sudden loss of Elouise had drained Mark’s soul. They had been going out together since University, where they were both studying economics. The life they had together was wonderful. It is said that opposites attract and this could have been partly true in their case.

Mark was, actually still is, a relatively quiet person, especially when initially meeting people. Once he got to know people though his shyness did fade away. Back at University he was just another young man finding his way. At 5’10” tall, brown hair and a fit, but not athletic build, he was basically invisible in a crowd. He could have been anyone.

Elouise was different. She was outgoing, gregarious, with a big personality. Her flame red hair and infectious laugh definitely brought her attention. She was a popular girl but not in a bad way. They first met when they were assigned to do a group project together during their second year. Mark thought Elouise was the complete package, brains and beauty. He initially found it intimidating working with her that first time, but they soon built up a great friendship. She apparently liked Mark’s sincere manner and his smile. He liked everything about her.

They started going out and everything progressed from there. They were engaged after finishing University, got married, bought their first house, had their children and loved every moment together. Of course their life wasn’t perfect, but it was perfect for them. Mark felt that losing Elouise was like losing a part of himself and it took him a long time to even start functioning again.

As Mark ate his meal that evening he kept thinking about his wonderful daughters and how much they had helped him over the last 18 months.

Their youngest daughter Daisy was still living at home when Elouise passed away, and she and Mark took care of each other. Daisy has caramel coloured hair, blue eyes, is relatively tall at 5′ 8″ and a slim but shapely physique. She is the more emotional of their girls, having her mother’s classical ‘red haired’ temperament.

Daisy was in her final year of school when her mother passed away and she stopped her schooling to get over their tragedy. She returned to school the following year and achieved good results in her final exams. Daisy is now 19 and she is doing her first year of economics at the same university her parents had attended, living on campus.

Their elder daughter Lara was living away at University at the time, but came home as often as she could. Now Lara is 21 years old and doing medicine. She looks like her mother, 5′ 6″ tall, long red hair, porcelain complexion, green eyes. She has more of Mark’s temperament though, being a practical and logical thinker, but she still with a happy nature.

Mark’s thoughts swirled throughout the evening as he contemplated his life. He was 51 years old and for the first time since Elouise’s sex izle passing he felt like he wanted to get on with his life. He needed to stop mourning her and stop using her passing as an excuse for not living. He had only been surviving for the past 18 months and not really living. When Elouise was close to the end in hospital she implored him to live his life once she was gone.

It was time for Mark to live his life again, but there were some things he needed to do first to enable him to do this.

That evening he took some time and phoned both his daughters. They both lived in Sydney closer to their respective universities, about 40 minutes away from where Mark lived and they grew up. He asked them to come over on the weekend as he needed their help. He also asked them to wear old clothes, but didn’t say anything more.

When Mark went to bed that night he did something he never thought he would have to do. With a lot of sadness, and just a hint of optimism, he slipped the plain gold band off the ring finger on his left hand, gave it a kiss and placed it in the drawer of his bedside cabinet…..

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On Saturday morning Lara and Daisy arrived and strolled into the house like they always did. Their presence immediately lifted the mood in the house. Mark was so glad to see them and gave them big hugs. They all caught up a little with what they were all doing over a coffee in the kitchen. Even though they spoke all the time, actually having Lara and Daisy there with him made Mark feel great. Being together again improved Mark’s confidence in the decision he had made.

Both Lara and Daisy were a little anxious as Mark hadn’t told them about what he wanted to do that day. Before they got started Mark led his daughters into the lounge room. He wanted to speak to them before they got on with the task for the day. As they sat on the lounge Mark insisted that Lara and Daisy should sit on either side of him.

“Girls I asked you up here today because I need your help. It’s time to do something I should have done a long time ago …. And now feels like the right time to do it.” Mark said seriously.

Lara and Daisy looked at their father, but also exchanged glances of their own. They were wondering what he was going to say. Mark was nervous too. This was a big step and he hoped they would be supportive.

“I need you both to help me move your Mum’s things out.” Mark said with a sigh.

Lara reached out and held her father’s hand while Daisy wrapped her arm around his shoulders. They both knew this was a big step for him, but it was something he needed to do.

“Dad of course we will help.” Lara said with a loving smile on her face.

“I need to move your Mum’s things out. It’s been nearly 2 years and if I don’t do this I won’t be able to move on with life… And your mother wanted me to move on….” Mark replied quietly.

“Yes Dad. We know. We were there too.” Daisy said, clearly remembering what their Mum had said to him before she passed away.

Mark was so relieved his girls understood what he wanted to do.

“I was worried that you might be upset with me for wanting to get rid of her things.” Mark said, looking at both his beautiful daughters.

“No Dad we aren’t upset. I think it is the best thing you can do. It is great that you feel it is time to move on a little. Don’t you Daisy?”

“Yeah Dad, you do need to move on. It is what Mum wanted.” Daisy replied.

Mark gave both his daughters a big hug each. Sitting back he reached into his pocket. He could feel what he wanted in there.

“Before we start there is something I wanted to give to each of you, something from your Mum and me.” Mark said as he lifted out two ring boxes from his pocket.

He turned to his left and faced Lara. Just looking at her reminded Mark so much of her mother. Her face was shaped the same, she had her red hair pulled back into a pony tail like Elouise often used to. The look of curiosity on her face was the spitting image of her mum. He handed the first box to Lara.

“Lara, sweetheart, your Mother wanted you to have this. I gave this to her on the night I proposed to her. Your mother’s face just beamed when she saw it and said yes……” Mark said, struggling to get the words out.

Lara opened the box and there was her mother’s engagement ring. The solitary diamond sparkled just like the tears that flowed from Lara’s eyes.

“Ohhh Dad I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful.” Lara babbled before she reached out and hugged her father tight.

Finishing the embrace Mark turned around towards Daisy. His younger daughter was already looking very emotional, so Mark quickly handed her the other ring box.

“Daisy Honey we wanted you to have this one. I gave it to your Mum when she was pregnant with you. She always wanted an eternity ring and I gave this to her jokingly calling it her ‘maternity’ ring. She loved it and ….. Well you know she always wore it.” Mark said with tears streaming down his face as the emotion fully alt yazılı porno caught up with him.

Daisy was already in tears as she opened the box to see the gold band with multiple small diamonds embedded in it. Daisy wrapped her arms around her father and held him tight. She was crying into his shoulder. This was so much more emotional than Mark had thought it would be. Lara leant across and hugged them both too.

When they finished hugging and dried their eyes Mark began to speak. “Girls you don’t have to wear the rings…..”

Looking across however, he could see that Lara and Daisy had already put their rings on, both putting them on their right hand ring finger.

“I’m going to wear mine all the time Dad.” Daisy immediately said.

“I will wear it all the time too Dad, except when I’m working.” Lara chimed in with a big smile on her face.

Mark smiled at his girls.

“Ok …… Well let’s get this started.”

With that they went in and started to clear out all of Elouise’s things. It was a really emotional day. There were plenty of laughs, lots of old stories reminiscing about Elouise and more than a few tears shed. Often it would be as simple as a single piece of clothing that triggered a memory. They all supported each other.

What should have been a quick process ended up taking all day. The girls took some of their mother’s things to keep and a lot was donated to charity.

As it had been a long and emotional day Lara and Daisy wanted to stay the night rather than drive back to Sydney. The family had pizza for dinner and watched a few old movies curled up together on the lounge, just like they did on many a Saturday night when the girls were young.

While watching the movie, Lara said to her father in a somewhat surprised voice. “Dad you’ve taken your wedding ring off.”

“Yes I did. Like I said before it is time to move on.” Mark replied

“You didn’t throw it out did you?” Daisy asked in a concerned manner, hearing the conversation.

“No girls. I have kept it with your mother’s wedding ring in a very safe place….. I’m not forgetting your Mum. I will never forget her. I have the greatest reminder of her here in my arms, you two. I will always love her. Always…… But I need to live my life again….”

His daughters embraced Mark a little tighter. He thought that they understood where he was coming from. It certainly felt like they did.

The following morning they all had breakfast together before Lara and Daisy headed back to Sydney.

As they said their goodbyes Lara said to her father “This was perfect Dad.”

“It was?”

“Yes. All being together again, just like when we were young. It felt right didn’t it?”

“Yes Sweetheart it did.” Mark replied happily.

Lara kissed her father on the cheek. In a very knowing voice she said “Now you can move on Dad.”

The girls got in their car and drove away. Mark’s mind churned over what Lara had said. She was was right. It was almost like they had drawn a line under the past. His girls, his young women, were grown up and not little girls any more. They had their own lives. They had celebrated their old life. Now was time to move on.

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Three months later and Mark had started to move on. He wasn’t exactly painting the town red, but was doing a little more. He had reconnected with friends and was accepting invitations to go out more than saying no. It felt great to see people again and after the obvious questions on how he was doing without Elouise, conversations moved on to other topics. Life was getting better.

One Saturday morning he was out doing his weekly grocery shop. He shopped like he did everything in his life, with a purpose. He had his list and was looking for the various products he needed. As Mark rounded his trolley into the next aisle, a young boy came running towards him.

Mark brought his trolley to a halt barely missing him. The boy looked at Mark with a startled look on his face, before he turned and ran quickly back to his mother’s trolley only a couple of steps away.

The mother saw what had happened, looked towards Mark and began to speak.

“Oh I’m so sorry. Thank you for not…… Mark?”

Mark looked at the woman. She was about 5’6″ tall and her hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail with strands of hair hanging down across her face. Her hair was brown with many blonde highlights. Her eyes were a stunning hazel colour and he could see a smile emerge on her face. In that split second Mark knew who it was.

“Angela, is that you?” he replied.

The smiles of recognition spread across both their faces. They moved in close and hugged.

“Angela …. Reed isn’t it now? How long has it been?” Mark asked.

“No not Reed any more, back to Summers again. The last time I saw you Mark was when I left AHS. That would have been 18 years ago. Wow. You look great. How are you doing?”

They chatted for a few minutes having not seen each other altyazılı sex izle since Angela left the store where they had both worked. Mark was the assistant manager and Angela was fresh out of school, working while she studied at University.

She asked Mark about his family and he told her about Elouise’s passing. Angela reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, while expressing her sincere sympathy for his loss.

They were talking about Mark’s daughters and Angela’s kids, when Angela’s kids began to get restless and started annoying each other. They quickly wrapped up their conversation saying how pleased they were to see each other again and hoping to catch up again soon.

As they moved apart Mark took one more look at Angela. She was dressed in a nice pair of jeans, sneakers and a jacket covering a t-shirt. While she was obviously dressed to do her grocery shopping he thought she looked really good.

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Angela

It is amazing the people who you run into in the supermarket. As Angela gathered her kids up, they pushed their trolley down the aisle and around into the next. Angela looked back and could see Mark doing his shopping. A small smile crossed her face. It felt really good to see him again.

Once at home she began to pack the groceries away. Her children, 11 year old daughter Taylor and 9 year old son Ryan, headed their separate ways, tired of being cooped together while they did the shopping.

Angela found that she was smiling happily to herself as she packed the things away. Seeing Mark Nelson had really perked up her spirit. She had always liked Mark when he was her manager at AHS. He was always nice to her while still being the boss and took an interest in what she was doing outside of work. He always treated Angela and the other members of the staff with respect. He valued their feedback and opinions, but was still firm enough with them to get jobs done. She really felt Mark was a friend.

Her mind went back to leaving AHS to move to the city and get a real job after she had finished her studies. Looking around her little house now, a feeling of disappointment filled Angela’s heart again. Her life hadn’t turned out exactly how she had planned it. While she did have a good career, working as a Sales Representative for a pharmaceutical company, and had two wonderful children, she hadn’t expected to be 37 years old and back living in a small house in the town she had grown up in.

Angela always thought she would have a bit more glamourous lifestyle, living in the city, enjoying all the nightlife and trappings that came with living in Sydney. For a period of time she did have this good life.

When Angela was married she and her husband had a lifestyle in the eastern suburbs of Sydney that looked amazing. Her ex, Adam, had a good job as a merchant banker and had plenty of contacts with the right people. They went out regularly to events, attended fancy parties, openings and premieres. They mixed with all the right people and appeared to have it all. While they weren’t quite socialites, as they both worked for their money, they were on the edge of that scene.

This fancy lifestyle however cost them plenty. They were mortgaged up to the eyeballs for their house and the kids went to private school. These people all wanted to be their friend when times were good, but when things got tough they all disappeared. Adam couldn’t keep it in his pants and Angela caught him and his ‘secretary’ at their house one day.

Unfortunately for Angela the divorce from Adam had taken a hit on what savings she had. As they were so deep in debt and actually owned very little, the property split was basically non-existent. The divorce was costly and Angela’s so-called friends weren’t there for her.

She had little option but to reluctantly move back to the area she grew up. Here she would be near her parents, where she had support and could be somewhere she could afford to live. Her work was great and they shuffled her sales territory to cover more of this area. Taylor and Ryan adapted relatively easily to their new school. Adam saw the kids 3 weekends out of 4, and was a good Dad to them. He was just a lousy husband to Angela.

Seeing how nice it was outside Angela went and sat on her back deck, looking over her back yard. Taylor and Ryan were now outside playing together having settled their minor shopping mall dispute. It dawned on Angela sitting there that her kids were happier here than they had been in Sydney. They relished seeing Angela more, and even having more of their Dad’s attention when they saw him on the weekends.

Watching them play Angela began to realise that she didn’t actually miss the supposedly glamourous lifestyle she once had, but missed having someone who was there for her…..

************

Mark

Seeing Angela again was great. He had often wondered how she went with her life once she had left the store they worked at. She was always level headed, but passionate about what she believed in. He thought Angela would succeed in everything she did as she had that type of personality that she would work to make it. As she had reverted back to her maiden name and was living back in the local area Mark realised that life must have dealt her a few tough cards.

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Jason and Carlos entered the cell to find Martinez struggling against the handcuffs that held his wrists over his head and attached to the frame of the cot. When Martinez saw them coming in the cell, he began to twist and plead in Spanish while Carlos explained what they were going to do to him. Jason got up on the cot, straddling Martinez facing towards the officers feet then he squatted down rubbing his hard cock and balls on the chubby hairy cops face. “MMMMMFFFFFF!” Martinez grunted as the beefy muscular blond began to grind his balls and ass into the swarthy officer’s face.

Suddenly Jason felt Martinez’s tongue licking his balls then licking the space between Jason’s balls down to his asshole. “Damn this guy is licking my hole!” Jason said to Carlos as the swarthy officer began to rim the hot blonde’s hole. Fuck that feels good. Jason thought as the thick tongue began to enter his tight pink hole. Jason looked down at the chubby hairy body and saw the Martinez’s beer can thick stubby cock was hard, the foreskin stretched over the bullet shaped cock with the pink head peeking through the open ring of stretched foreskin.

Jason reached down and pulled the foreskin back down over the glistening pink mushroom head and jacked it back and forth as Martinez continued to rim his hole. Carlos then got on the cot facing Jason who was squatting on the swarthy officer’s face, and got between the officer’s feet grabbing his thick hairy legs and bringing them up and spreading Martinez’s legs bending them at the knees. He looked at the hairy valley between the chubby ass cheeks and the tiny hole deep in the crack. He poured oil on the hole and on his big erect cock as he pressed the head of his cock against the tight hole.

“MMMMFFFFFF! AAAAAGGGGGHH!” Martinez opened his mouth to cry out as Jason stuck the head of his fat pink cock into Martinez’s mouth and Carlos eased his big cock in the tight hole. “AAAAAHHHHH yeah that is a tight ass!” Carlos said, his eyes half closed in ecstasy grinding his huge cock deep into the chubby cops ass. Jason looked down at the chubby hairy cop’s spread legs, his fat throbbing cock rock hard against his hairy belly and hole spread wide by Carlos’s fat cock. Carlos reached out and pulled Jason’s face close to his and began kissing him deeply his tongue forcing its way into Jason’s mouth.

Martinez took Jason’s thick cock deep in his throat with ease causing Jason break away from kissing Carlos and to moan in pleasure. “Fuck this guy can deep throat! I think he’s done this before.” Jason groaned to Carlos while Carlos began driving his big cock in and out of the chubby officer’s hole.

Plop….plop…. Plop….plop…. Plop….plop…. Plop….plop…. Plop….plop…. Plop. “Damn this is a hot ass; he squeezes his hole around my cock like a pro!” Carlos moaned as he fucked the chubby officer.

The cot squeaked as Jason and Carlos fucked the swarthy hairy officer from both ends. Jason was amazed how good Martinez was sucking his cock taking it deep in his throat that he began to feel his balls pulling up tight. “Oooh yeah I’m gonna shoot!” Jason cried out, driving his cock deep into the velvety throat and shooting his load. Martinez swallowed the hot load and continued to suck more cum out of Jason’s thick cock. Jason removed his cock and got off of the cot to wipe himself off with a towel as he watched Carlos continue to fuck the chubby cop.

Jason watched as Carlos continued to fuck the chubby hairy officer as he began kissing Martinez who was moaning in pleasure. As Jason watched the two fucking, he began to remember how Carlos had fucked and kissed him with the same passion. Even though Jason considered all this sex with men just getting off with no emotion, for some reason he felt a twinge of jealousy watching Carlos fuck and kiss Martinez.

Damn what is wrong with me, I date women I am not gay! Jason thought as he watched Carlos whispering and kissing and fucking the moaning chubby cop. Soon he heard yelling in Spanish coming from down the corridor and knew it was time to finish his revenge. I’ll leave these lovebirds alone. Jason thought as he quietly left the cell and went down to the interrogation room.

As Jason entered the interrogation room he heard El Capitán yelling and cursing in Spanish, fighting the wrist restraints that kept him spread eagled. His body was tight, lean and muscular with some salt and pepper chest hair that trailed down to his big pendulous horse cock and balls between his legs. “How dare you do this…I will have you arrested!” the capitán yelled as he continued to twist against the restraints, his big cock flopping back and forth. Jason smiled calmly while he took a few pictures of the naked officer then put his phone down on the table as he picked up the police belt.

“What…..what are you doing?” El Capitán said, his eyes widening in fear as Jason approached him with the belt and then stood behind the struggling officer. CRAAACK! The belt smacked the firm brown muscular ass globes mobil porno causing the officer to jerk forward. “AAAAAAEEEEEEE!” El capitán screamed as the belt continued to beat his muscular ass cheeks leaving red strips on the brown globes. CRACK….CRACK…CRACK… CRACK….CRACK…CRACK…Jason vented all his frustration and rage on the man who had abused and fucked him ruthlessly.

Jason paused for a moment, reaching out to grasp the muscular red ass globes causing El Capitan to flinch and cry out. “Damn these ass cheeks are nice and warm.” Jason smirked as he groped and squeezed the tender globes, his cock beginning to engorge. “Oh Please stop….I’m begging you!” the sweaty officer pleaded as Jason fondled his muscular cheeks. Jason walked over to the desk removing the leather strap. “Well I think your ass needs some more warming up!” Jason said as he returned to stand behind the moaning cop. WHAP! “AAAAGGGGHHHH!” El Capitán screamed as the strap came down on his cheeks. WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP.

WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP. . WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP.

“Please stop…I will do anything” El Capitan cried out as the strap slapped his blazing red ass globes. “What did you say? You’ll do anything? Will you give me your ass?” Jason said pausing the whipping as he grasped the ass globes spreading them wide apart to expose the tiny hole. “Yes. Just please stop hitting me…I can’t take anymore!” El capitán cried out as Jason reached over for the massage oil pouring some onto the tight hole. He used his index finger to spread the oil around then pressing the tip and entering the tight ring.

The groaning officer clenched his cheeks together which provoked a hard slap to his right ass cheek. SMACK! “Open up that hole… spread your legs wider and stick your butt out!” Jason barked to the officer as he reached around the officer finding his chest and nipple pinching it hard as he forced his finger in the tight channel. “AAAAAAEEEEEE!” El capitán cried out as the finger entered his virgin canal deep pressing against his prostate gland.

Jason brought his mouth close to El Capitán’s ear while he worked a second finger into the tight ring to massage the prostate gland while he worked the officer’s nipple pinching as he fucked his fingers in and out. “Now you know how it feels…. Who’s the bitch now?” Jason whispered to the groaning sweaty cop. El capitán moaned in pain and the invading fingers being rammed in his tight virgin hole. Jason pressed both oiled fingers deep pressing on the firm prostate gland provoking a grunt from the moaning officer.

“You ready for my thick gringo cock in your tight Mexican hole?” Jason whispered in the officer’s ear as he removed his fingers from the hole and pressed the mushroom head of his throbbing pink cock against the tight ring. “Please don’t….I’ve never been fucked in my culo.” The officer pleaded as the erect cock pressed harder against his asshole then suddenly the fat head popped through the tight ring. “AAAAAYYYYYY!” the officer cried out as the oily cock split open his cherry hole sliding deep into his ass.

“Hot damn this is one tight sweet little hole!” Jason said as he pressed his fat cock deep in the tight velvety channel grinding his pubes against the firm brown Mexican ass cheeks. Jason reached around and grabbed the huge flaccid uncut horse cock and began massaging the cock while he ground his cock pressing against the cop’s prostate gland. Jason felt the huge cock begin to swell in his hand as he began to bring his cock slowly out then sliding it in deep in the tight ass.

The officer groaned as he felt the fat cock sliding in and out pressing his gland as his own cock began to swell and grow as the gringo jacked his foreskin back and forth. He could not believe that he was getting excited by the cock in his ass but the feeling of the hard shaft deep in his ass made his own cock rock hard and throbbing. “Ooooohhhhh Si.” El Capitan groaned as he was fucked and jacked off by the sweaty muscular gringo. “You like that bitch? You want me to fuck you harder?” Jason whispered as he picked up the tempo pulling his cock almost all the way out then ramming it deep.

Pop…Pop…Pop… Pop…Pop…Pop… Pop…Pop…Pop… Pop…Pop…Pop…

Jason fucked the sweaty cop while he gripped the huge cock jacking it back forth. El capitán felt his balls begin to rise up and he felt he was close to shoot his load. “Si..Si…Si….I cum now!” the cop cried out as his big cock began to shoot 3 huge loads of cum on the floor. Splat!… splat!… splat! Jason rammed his shaft in and out of the tight hole also feeling his balls rise up. “Here it comes fucker I’m gonna shoot my load deep in your ass!” he cried out as his cock began to shoot hot cum into the tight channel.

As Jason began to catch his breath and remove his softening cock from the tight hole he heard Carlos come into the room and pick up his phone and take some alman porno picks of him pulling his cock out of El Capitan’s ass. “Damn that was fucking hot Jason.” Carlos said as he showed to picks to the officer and then told the officer if he tried any action against them the pictures would be released to the town. El capitán bowed his head and reluctantly agreed so they released him and allowed him to dress.

Jason and Carlos released all three officers then left the police station together heading into the town. “Hey man you wanna come over to my place for dinner?” Carlos said as they walked along the quiet dark street. “Sure that sounds cool, I’m pretty hungry.”

Jason said as he followed Carlos down a couple of blocks heading towards the outskirts of the village. They approached a small stucco white house with red terracotta tiled roof. The house had a nicely manicured lawn and a small stone fence surrounding the property. “Hey this is a nice place you got!” Jason said as Carlos led him through the gate and into the small house.

The interior was traditional Mexican with polished Saltillo tile floor and heavy wooden carved furniture. The walls were brightly colored with local artisan pieces on the walls on shelves and small arched niches. A large painting of a stern looking older man dressed in religious robes was on the wall above a small table with a lighted candle. Jason noticed something about the man in the picture looked familiar then he moved walked over to the kitchen.

“My grandmother left me her home when she passed away.” Carlos said as he went into the kitchen to prepare the meal. “Make yourself at home Jason.” Carlos said as he began opening the fridge and getting the food ready. “Hey man do you mind if I take a shower?” Jason asked. “Sure the bathroom is in the back I had it redone when I moved in here a couple of years ago.” Carlos said.

Jason headed into the back bedroom that had a large wooden framed king sized bed and a large wooden armoire. The room had a ceiling fan and the walls were painted a soft olive green. He walked into the large bathroom completely tiled in a beige marble that had a walk in shower with a glass block partition. “Wow this is really nice!” Jason said as he removed his shirt and shorts and turned on the modern brushed nickel shower hardware and notice settings for a rain shower from above and a full body spray with several nozzles in front.

The water soon warmed up and Jason stood in front of the spray luxuriating in the water cascading on his body. “Room for one more?” Carlos said as he began removing his clothes and stepped in the shower bringing his hairy body to press against Jason’s smooth muscular back. “Fuck I’ve wanted to have you again.” Carlos whispered in Jason’s ear as he began kissing his neck and rubbing his hardening cock against Jason’s big white ass globes. Jason felt the fat hard long shaft rubbing between his ass cheeks as Carlos ran his big hairy hands all over his body cupping his big muscular pecs and pinching his big pink nipples causing him to moan. Carlos reached down and grabbed a bottle of lotion pouring a generous amount in his hand which he smeared on his cock and then worked a large glob into Jason’s tight pink hole.

Carlos grabbed Jason’s hands and placed them against the wall as he kicked Jason’s legs apart causing his ass cheeks to open exposing the pink hole. Jason felt the fat cock head pressing against his hole then gasping as it popped through the tight ring. “OOOOHHHH FUCK!” Jason exclaimed as the huge cock slid deep into his tight hole. Carlos ran his hands over Jason’s muscular chest cupping and pinching his big pink nipples as he eased his huge cock deeper in the tight pink hole. “Aaaahhhhhh.” Jason moaned as the fat prick slid deep in his ass spreading him wide open while his own cock was rock hard and throbbing.

Carlos eased his horse cock balls deep as he looked down he saw Jason’s big round grapefruit sized white ass globes spread wide and his own brown horse cock deep in the tight pink hole that was stretched tight around his fat member. “Oh baby you have the hottest ass I’ve ever fucked!” Carlos exclaimed as he began to grind his cock deep pressing on Jason’s prostate gland. Jason’s cock throbbed with precum oozing from his cock head as he pushed his bubble butt back on the hard cock groaning with lust. “Fuck my ass Carlos!” Jason moaned as the hairy Mexican began to thrust the big cock in and out of his tight hole. Carlos smacked the big white ass cheek as he began to fuck Jason.

Plop…Plop…Plop…Smack…plop…plop…plop…Smack!

Carlos fucked Jason deep while Jason was spread eagled his hands pressed against the shower wall working his ass to meet the thrusting huge shaft up his ass. Carlos reached around Jason and began to jack his hard cock as he rammed his big cock in and out of the tight bubble butt. “Fuck baby you are gonna make me come!” Carlos exclaimed as he began fucking harder ramming his cock deep alexis texas porno then bellowing as he shot cum deep in the hole. Jason groaned as his own cock began to spew ropes of cum against the shower wall.

The two men stayed locked together as Carlos kissed Jason’s neck wrapping his arms around the muscular blonde’s torso. “Baby I could do this every night with you.” The hairy Mexican whispered as he began to pull his softening cock out of Jason’s hole. Jason gasped as the huge mushroom head popped out of his pink hole then he felt Carlos rubbing soap over his back and shoulders then down to his ass to soap up his tender hole. The two men soaped each other up under the shower spray until the cum was washed away.

After they dried off they headed to the kitchen where Carlos had been simmering the chile verde which is marinated pork in a green chile sauce with homemade tortillas and Mexican rice and beans. Jason was starving and enjoyed the tender flavorful pork and rice with beans and had several helpings. “Wow you are a great cook!” Jason exclaimed as he devoured the delicious dinner. “Glad you like it.” Carlos replied with a grin as he went to the refrigerator to get the cold beer. They finished dinner and Jason volunteered to wash the dishes and help clean up the kitchen then they went into the front room.

“That was a great fuck and a great dinner!” Jason said grinning as he relaxed on the comfortable leather couch. Carlos smiled as he sat down and put his arm around the handsome blonde hunk. “So I still have the two airport cops that I want to get revenge on.” Jason murmured his eyes half closed. “Tell me again what they did to you?” Carlos said as he pulled the sleepy hunk to lay his head on his chest. Jason explained what happened when he arrived at the airport and was strip searched by the two officers then forced into sex. “Damn those fuckers did that? I have an idea how we can get even with them.” Carlos said as he heard Jason begin to snore against his chest.

“Come on baby lets go to bed.” Carlos said as he gently shook Jason then helped him stand up and walked him to the back bedroom. He helped the sleepy hunk remove his shirt; pants and briefs then pulled back the bed covers and laid Jason down who immediately began lightly snoring. Carlos stripped naked and lay down behind the naked muscular blonde wrapping his arms around him with his hairy chest pressed against Jason’s smooth back.

As Carlos held the sexy hunk he realized he was falling hard for the handsome American. But he knew Jason would soon return to the United States and Carlos could not return there as he had been deported. Carlos felt saddened at the thought of Jason leaving, but decided to try to enjoy his time with the sexy hunk as his eyes began to close and he fell into a deep sleep. Jason meanwhile was dreaming he was back in the stone chamber standing before the raised dais with the stern looking man in religious robes. Jason found himself naked with his arms and legs in shackles and he felt a big muscular guard pressed against his back with his arms wrapped around his chest.

“Sir could you please release me from these shackles?” Jason pleaded with the robed figure. “I’m sorry my son but only you have the ability to release yourself from your bonds.” The robed figure said. “I don’t understand, how am I supposed to release myself?” Jason said as he struggled against the muscular guard’s tight grip. Jason felt the guard’s cock begin to harden and press against his ass cheeks. “Soon you will understand and then your life will become what it was meant to be.” The robed figure said as he slowly began to fade away.

“Wait! Please I don’t understand!” Jason pleaded as he felt the hard cock sliding between his ass cheeks and pressing against his hole. “Baby…you ok? You were mumbling and moving around a lot.” Carlos whispered in his ear as he ran his hands all over Jason’s body caressing his muscular arms and torso and flicking his hardening nipples as his big hard cock which was already lubed up was pressing against Jason’s tight hole. “I was having a weird dream…..OHHH!” Jason gasped as the big mushroom cock head popped through his tight hole. Carlos kissed and licked his neck then nibbled on his earlobe as he slowly advanced his big cock into the tight canal. “Oh baby I love to fuck your tight ass.” Carlos groaned as he slid his big cock into Jason’s tight pink hole. “Ooooohhhhh.” Jason groaned as he was impaled on the huge rod his own fat cock engorging as he felt the fat prick slide deep in his ass. Carlos began to grind his cock deep pressing Jason’s prostate as he kissed and nibbled Jason’s earlobe. “Fuck baby I don’t want to let you leave.” Carlos murmured as he slowly fucked his big cock in and out of the tight ass.

Carlos continued to fuck Jason from the side sliding his big cock in and out then he pulled out and flipped Jason on his back, raising his legs and sliding a pillow under Jason’s lower back. Carlos slid his big cock back into Jason’s tight pink hole until his balls were pressed against the big white ass globes. “AAAAHHH!” Jason gasped as he was impaled his legs spread wide and his own cock rock hard against his belly. Carlos began to fuck Jason hard, his groin slapping against Jason’s spread ass cheeks.

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Ms. Bradley was a smart and sexy college professor who also happened to be a closet nymphomaniac. She knew the male students were always checking her out when she lectured, and she loved every minute of it. Ms. Bradley had tall voluptuous legs that connected to a firm ass that men just couldn’t keep their eyes off of. A sexy, flat stomach and a pair of C-cup sized breasts rounded out her alluring figure. She had a face that would make Aphrodite jealous, with big brown eyes, a cute little nose and lips that begged to be kissed. Her hair was dark black, well groomed and fell to her mid back. She wore a fashionable pair of glasses that made her look younger. She was in her mid thirties, but she didn’t show it.

To her students and colleagues she was just a normal woman, but none of them suspected she had a wild side that craved sex. She would often go to bars and seduce the younger men, taking them home and begging them to fuck her in various positions. Ms. Bradley loved the younger men because they were more then eager to fuck her the way she wanted. Their young bodies had the energy and stamina to make love to her multiple times. No one suspected she was like this; that is until she decided to fuck one of her students.

It was a Thursday late afternoon. Class had just finished.

“Tim, can I see you for a moment?” Ms. Bradley asked to her student before he could leave.

He said his good byes to a few friends and walked towards her at her desk. “Is something wrong Ms. Bradley?” He said a little nervous. His eyes quickly checked out her chest which revealed a little cleavage.

“We need to talk about your grades Tim.” She explained to him.

He looks so fucking good. She thought to herself. Tim was a sophomore at the school. He was very handsome; he had a toned lean body, short brown hair with side burns that stopped just an inch above his jaw line. He wore a light brown short sleeve shirt that showed off his muscular arms well. He completed the outfit with a pair of blue jeans and sneakers. He was six feet tall, just a few inches taller then Ms. Bradley.

“Is something wrong with them?” Tim asked, shaking Ms. Bradley from her lust filled thoughts. “I mean, I’m not failing right?” Tim was sure he was passing with a C in the class.

“No Tim.” She leaned forward and rested on her elbows, exposing more cleavage. “However; I think you can do much better in this class.” She looked him in the eyes and stared for a second.

“I know I haven’t been giving it my all. I’ve been really busy this semester.” Tim replied. The look Ms. Bradley gave him was starting to get him aroused. “I have a job, and homework, and friends.”

“I understand Tim.” She stood up and walked to the door. “Are you busy right now?”

Tim stared at her ass as she walked to the door. She wore a loose fitting dark grey skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee. The outline of her ass was still visible in the back and it looked fantastic. A pair of black thigh high nylons covered her succulent legs which stood atop of a pair of sexy high heels that made a clacking sound as she stepped. Her upper body was dressed in a white long sleeve blouse. The sleeves were rolled up past her elbows and scrunched up around her biceps. The top two buttons were undone exposing a little cleavage, but not enough to be unprofessional. A low cut button down vest that matched her skirt completed the outfit. She managed to pull off a look that was both sexy and professional at the same time.

“No. I don’t have anymore classes today, and I’m not working again till tomorrow.” He managed to say, still looking at her ass and wondering what type of underwear she had on underneath that skirt.

“I want to give you an opportunity to earn some extra credit.” She said as she shut the classroom door and locked it. She turned around and leaned against the door. She moved her left hand altyazılı porno over her stomach as she bent her right leg and placed her heel against the door exposing a good portion of her leg. “Would you like to get a better grade?” She took her other hand and played with her shirt collar.

Oh fuck! Was all Tim could think as his dick began to harden as he looked over Ms. Bradley. “Y-Y-Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t hurt me to do that.”

“Good!” Ms. Bradley exclaimed. She put her foot down and walked to the front of her desk where Tim was, swaying her hips along the way.

She sat on her desk next to where Tim was standing and crossed her legs and looked up at him seductively. She didn’t bother to fix her skirt as it hiked up well past her knee exposing the end of her nylons. “I have a special assignment for you Tim.” Her hand reached up and she lightly stroked his left arm.

“What do I have to do?” He barely managed to say. He was so turned on now. This incredibly beautiful woman was sitting in front of him and touching his arm in a flirtatious manner.

“Well Tim, it’s a bit of a personal favor you can do for me. But no one can know about it.” Tim just shook his head. “Can you keep a secret Timothy?”

The way she said his name ‘Timothy’, that sent the blood flowing to all the right spots in Tim’s body. “I-I, can do that.” His mouth suddenly felt dry and his knees weak.

Ms. Bradley stood up and put her mouth near his ear and whispered. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock inside me.” She moved in front of him and started to unbutton his jeans.

“Oh fuck!” Tim exclaimed in excitement. “You mean right here?” He asked looking around. “What if we get caught?”

“Let me worry about that stud.” She said as she quickly pulled down his zipper.

Tim lifted his head back and put his hands on Ms. Bradley’s sidess. She felt nice and smelled incredible. His cock was rock hard and was now being stroked by Ms. Bradley’s hand. Her hands were very warm and soft. Her touch sent shivers up Tim’s spine.

“You like my hands around your big cock Timothy?” She said in an innocent voice.

“Yes Ms. Bradley.” Tim groaned.

Ms. Bradley grabbed the collar of Tim’s shirt with her free hand and forcibly pulled him closer to kiss him. Her pussy became increasingly wet as her tongue darted into his mouth. When his tongue followed into her waiting mouth she playfully sucked on it; letting him know just how good she could be with her mouth. Her hand pumped his shaft harder and they both moaned; their tongues still locked in a passionate embrace.

“Get this fucking shirt off of me Timothy!” Ms. Bradley commanded as she gave his cock a squeeze.

Tim broke the kiss and slowly explored her body with his hands. He slid his hands up her sides cupping her breasts. He moved in close again and kissed her passionately on the lips as he unbuttoned her outer layer of clothing at a deliberately slow pace. Again Ms. Bradley sucked on his tongue as if it were his dick. She did this until her vest was finally unbuttoned.

She pushed him backwards hard, Tim stumbled a few steps before regaining his balance. He looked back at Ms. Bradley with a confused look on her face. Did she finally come to her senses? Was this dream come true going to end before it ever got started? Not a chance!

Ms. Bradley grabbed an opening at the center of her white button down blouse and ripped it open as if her life depended on it. Several buttons flew in different directions as she let out a sexy moan. Spreading the shirt wide open she exposed a very sexy silk black bra that barely contained her luscious breasts. Her hands quickly moved back on to her tits. She massaged them hard. Her tits looked incredible; Tim’s mouth began to water, all he could think about was putting Ms. Bradley’s nipples in his mouth.

Tim reached down grabbed zenci porno his shirt and lifted it over his head and threw it down next to where he stood. He wasn’t very bulky, but he did work out often and his body was well defined. His abs and chest were flat and muscular. He quickly took off his shoes and tossed them next to his shirt. With his jeans unfastened the rest of his clothes easily fell to the floor.

Ms. Bradley ran up to him and quickly dropped down to her knees and pulled Tim’s boxer’s down. She immediately grabbed the base of his cock and guided the head into the back of her mouth.

“Uuuuugggghhhh!” Tim gasped. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

She took her right hand and pumped his rod as her head bobbed up and down at a moderate pace. She moved her tongue in a circular motion as Tim’s cock head slid in and out of her mouth. The sensation it gave Tim was incredible.

“Yeah, suck it baby.” Tim commanded. The pure animal instincts of fucking were now kicking in and throwing all inhibitions out the window.

Ms. Bradley continued to suck on Tim’s dick slowly and methodically, slowly shoving more and more of his cock down her throat. After a few minutes she was able to deepthroat his thick shaft. She removed her mouth from his hard cock and tilted it upward so she could easily suck on his balls. She gently caressed his testicles and licked his sack hard and slowly.

“Your balls taste so fucking good.” Ms. Bradley said. Tim acknowledged the comment with a moan. “Your cock is so nice and hard Timothy. I want you to fuck my titties. Now!” Ms. Bradley unlatched her sexy bra from the front. Her beautiful breasts burst out and jiggled a little before settling still. Tim reached down grabbed his dick and slapped it a few times on Ms. Bradley’s big soft breasts.

“Fuck them Tim.” She commanded as her big brown eyes looked up at him with a lust filled gaze.

Tim needed no more urging. His shaft was covered with Ms. Bradley’s saliva and it worked fine as a lubricant against her chest. Ms. Bradley pulled her tits apart so Tim could get into position. His dick was now pumping in and out between her plump boobs. Her hard nipples poked into his legs every time he thrust forward. Tim grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together putting more pressure on his cock as he humped away at her chest.

Ms. Bradley wrapped her arms around Tim’s legs; her hands massaged his ass as she kept moaning. “Yeah, fuck my titties! Yes! Yes! I’m your fucking whore!”

Tim got even more excited by Ms. Bradley’s dirty talk. He grunted loudly and mauled her tits with his cock. “You fucking like that?!” Tim exclaimed as he was becoming more and more oblivious to anything but the pleasure he felt.

“Yeah baby.” Ms. Bradley said. “I love a good titty fucking…ugh…but I like a good pussy fucking even more.” She winked at him and stood. She swung her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

“Fuck me over here.” Ms. Bradley said as she broke their kiss and hurried to her desk. With one swift motion of her arm she cleared the contents of her desk and sent them scattering to the floor. She then leaned over and faced the chalkboard putting her elbows on the desk. She looked back at Tim and said. “Do me from behind. Fuck your teacher like the slut she is!”

Tim positioned himself behind her. He lifted her skirt over her nice round ass and grabbed Ms. Bradley’s sexy black thong and pulled it hard down past her long nylon covered thighs and finally off of one leg. Tim wrapped his hand around his cock and pounded it against her ass cheeks a few times before sliding it along her pussy lips teasingly. Her juices coated the top of his cock.

“I’m so fucking wet right now.” Ms. Bradley moaned.

Tim grabbed his rock hard cock and guided the head towards Ms. Bradley’s eagerly waiting pussy mouth. aldatma porno Ms. Bradley arched her back slightly so Tim could easily enter her. The head of his cock slowly entered her tight wet opening. Tim and Ms. Bradley gasped at the same time. Her pussy was warm and very wet, but it was tight too. In a word it was perfect.

“Damn, I didn’t think you’d be so tight.” Tim said in surprise as he continued to inch his way further into Ms. Bradley.

“Mmm, yeah put it in me slow. I’ll let you know when you can give me a good fucking.”

After a few slow strokes Tim was now able to pump his shaft in and out of Ms. Bradley’s pussy with no problem. Her moist fuck hole had quickly adapted to his cock. More and more juices leaked from her cunt as Tim pounded away.

“Yeah, oh god your cock feels so good inside me.” Ms. Bradley said. “Ugh… I like it rough. Fuck me!”

Tim grabbed a hold of Ms. Bradley’s waist and started to increase the tempo and force of his thrusts.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh.” Ms. Bradley moaned and squirmed as Tim’s stiff cock drove in and out of her pussy. His balls slapped against her clit with each forward thrust. “Oh yeah! Ugh, I’m you’re fucking whore. Pound my pussy!”

“Ugh!” Tim moaned. He tightened his grip on Ms. Bradley’s sides and thrust his cock into her as hard as he could. Her cunt was so wet now he could easily sheath his pole into her. “Yeah, you like getting drilled by my fucking cock!” Tim exclaimed as he smacked Ms. Bradley on the ass.

“Yes! God damn it! Harder! Earn that fucking A!” Ms. Bradley commanded. She reached back and grabbed Tim’s ass and pulled him into her as hard as she could. “Yes! So fucking good! Ugh, ugh, ugh” She repeated as Tim continued to ram her fuck hole. “Call me a whore! Talk fucking dirty to me!”

“Ugh, yeah!” Tim said. “You’re my fucking whore!” Tim slapped her ass hard. Ms. Bradley responded with a moan. “I’m gonna pound your pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” Tim smacked her ass again.

“Pound my pussy Tim.” Ms. Bradley said breathing heavily. “Make me cum all over your fucking dick.” Tim drilled his cock in and out of Ms. Bradley’s cunt. Her breasts bounced back and forth from Tim’s humping. They were both now drenched in sweat. “Yeah, pull my hair.”

Tim reached forward and grabbed a handful of Ms. Bradley’s hair and pulled it back just enough to raise her head back.

“Yes! Fuck! Ugh, pull it. I fucking love the pain.” Tim pulled her hair a little harder. “Yes, oh fuck. I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!”

Ms. Bradley’s body buckled. Every muscle in her body tensed as her vaginal walls squeezed Tim’s swollen rod. Her juices flooded her pussy and Ms. Bradley let out a low moan. Tim let go of her hair and she collapsed on the desk. Her body shuddered uncontrollably. This was the most intense orgasm she had every experienced. Tim feeling the flow of her juices and the tightening of her pussy was close to orgasm as well.

“Your pussy feels so fucking tight.” Tim said. “I’m cumming!” Tim plunged his tool deep into Ms. Bradley’s cunt and shot out string after string of semen. “Fuuuuuck!” He moaned. The sensation around his cock was earth shattering. Tim had no idea he could shoot out such a huge load.

When he finished he fell on top of Ms. Bradley. They both laid there for a few minutes and cuddled as they came down from the experience they just shared. Tim stood up first and gathered his clothes. Ms. Bradley did the same. They dressed and made themselves presentable in silence.

“That was incredible.” Tim was the first to break the quiet.

“No one can ever, and I mean ever, know about this.” Ms. Bradley replied. She walked around her desk and picked up a post it note and a pen that had been on the floor. She scribbled a note on one of the little square sheets. Finally she walked over to Tim and handed him the note.

“This is my phone number. We’re fucking at my place next time.” She said.

“Does this mean I improved my grade?” Tim asked.

“Yeah.” She said with a smile. “I hope you can…” She quickly looked down at his crotch. “…keep them up.”

The End.

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Chapter 7

Despite her adamant belief that we could not be together, that we could not be involved or in a relationship of any sort; I had promised myself to Skye and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I knew, even being so young, even if we had only had a couple experiences, even though we had not known each other for long, she was it for me. She was my woman, my goddess, the one. I knew she would hold my heart and I would never take it back from her. Perhaps it was my own fervor that pushed her, that persuaded her to follow her heart as well, despite her better judgment and wiser means. Regardless, I felt secure in knowing that, despite all her arguing otherwise, despite the rules, despite the conflict between her emotions and her logic, she was still looking at me as though I was the only other person to walk the earth. She was still holding me in her arms, kissing me with her gentle kisses and staring into me with her deep eyes. We burned for each other and, if she hadn’t insisted otherwise, I would have taken her again. We were being waited on, and we needed to return to continue, I padded next to her in the sand back towards the caravan.

The giant hole she had blown into my chest earlier, with her arguments, was closing, but it did not close all the way. While I gained some security, some reassurance from her current state, I knew the truth. I knew what was waiting for both of us, and I harbored some resentment that others would be involved. I knew I had to find a way to let it go and I knew Skye would be doing the same for my sake.

We closed in on the caravan and made our way back to the tent. I entered to find all of the women standing in a circle, fully robed with their veils. Skye directed me to the center of the circle and walked gently past me to the head of the circle, where she turned to face me. Another of the women stood next to her, holding a ceramic cup that was steaming. Skye removed her veil once again, staring into my soul.

“Welcome, initiate,” her voice was smooth amongst the cacophony of echoes from the other women. “We, the women of the Cerulean Order, invite you to join us. In order to do so you must take three vows. Do you accept?”

“Yes,”

“Repeat after me,” she paused, “I swear loyalty to my sisters,”

I repeated,

“I swear respect for my equals,”

This as well,

“I swear to complete the job no matter what the cost,”

Finally I repeated this.

“In order to become one of us, you must complete this ritual. You will drink this nectar,” she turned, taking the cup from the other woman and holding it in front of her, “This nectar given to us by nature and made into the sweetest tea. Your senses will overwhelm you and you will be born again, we will make you a clean slate to be written once again.”

This concept scared me, what was this? What was going to happen? What kind of overwhelming senses could I possibly experience? But I reminded myself, I had been told to go to the new experiences, to learn from them, and this was Skye, I trusted her. What else would I do? I had to join them or I wouldn’t be able to stay.

“Do you accept?”

“Yes,”

“Then drink,” she handed me the cup with two hands, I took it from her gingerly and blew on it momentarily before I began to drink it. It was sweet, I could taste the honey and the tang of ginger, it tasted like an herbal tea, I wondered what ‘nectar’ was in it, or if there was at all. I finished the cup and handed it back to Skye, she handed it to the woman next to her. By this time I was feeling dizzy, slightly lightheaded. The room was shifting around me, even though I was stationary, I began to feel as though I had been upside down too long, my head felt swollen and full of pressure. Sky reached out and grabbed me, I realized I was swaying on my feet.

“Now,” she said, “we will remove your clothes and begin,”

I was still punch drunk, I looked around me as the other women began pulling at my clothes, removing them from me. For some reason, my inhibitions were gone, I wondered if perhaps they had slipped me some of the bitter alcohol that my father drank. I had only once slipped in and drank some of it, it had left me in much a similar state of mind. The women were all around me, I could barely make out their words now, it was as though the entire world had gone blurry around me. Skye still stood before me, holding me up, now her hands were beneath my armpits, keeping me standing. I felt myself becoming heavy, as though I was made of metal. My legs gave way and my vision became dark. I prayed that this was normal, that I was not about to die, that Skye had not accidentally given me too much. I hd porno felt myself slump to the ground, but the women were still holding on to me, they gently let me fall, I felt myself slipping away into sleep.

I awoke on my knees, it was pitch dark and I noticed that I could not hear. It was as though I was underwater and listening to conversations occurring above the water, everything was blurred. I felt hands, what I thought were hands at least, what felt like hands. Many of them, all over. Someone caressed my face, my neck, another gently rubbed my chest, another my back, a couple even ran down my legs, all the way to my ankles. Despite the horrible position, being blinded and being deaf, it became enjoyable. Lips fell on mine and began to kiss me, although I had no idea who it was, I prayed it was Skye and did my best to imagine it was her before me. My body had begun to tremble, the sensations were so intense, the hands were becoming bolder, touching more and more, making me shiver as they reached places before only accessible to Skye. The strong sensations supported the sense of reckless abandon that was flooding over me, I was giving myself to these hands, these people, whoever they were, moving against them, pleading for more, even though my own voice was unintelligible to my ears. As the sensations peaked, I noticed them becoming more faint, their effectiveness began to decrease, I felt my body beginning to go numb and my hearing was getting stronger, the voices were slowly becoming clear. I heard them around me, talking, to my dismay, I couldn’t identify Skye.

“I can hear,” I said gingerly, almost afraid to hurt my now almost overly tender ears.

The talking stopped suddenly, I heard footsteps moving around me on the soft bedding. I felt hot breath on my ears, both of them. Then a voice like dark silk, as smooth as Skye’s but deeper, darker in tone, spoke to me, “This is your sense of hearing,” the voice gently caressed my left ear, “You will be reborn with a new sense of hearing,” the voice had moved to my right ear and was gently breathing against me. “You will love what we have in store for you, the things we will do.” the sound was intoxicating as it was almost whispered into my right ear. Someone was nibbling my left ear, using their lips and teeth to bring me to heights I didn’t think imaginable from a voice and a gentle nibble. It switched, the right ear was being nibbled and the left was being cooed into by the dark velvet voice, how could this be so good? But the voice began to fade, along with the intense sensation of the nibbling and I became aware of the earthen smell around me.

I began to sniff, I heard something said, although it was very muffled, and I was lifted to my feet. I stood, naked and cold, faintly feeling the bedding beneath my feet. I could make out the aftertaste of the drink I had previously had in my mouth. I felt warmth against the front of my body and a strong smell as I leaned forward to investigate I felt the hot breath of the other woman on me, on my neck and chin, I felt her cheek slip against mine. Her perfume was on her neck and I was drawn to it, she wrapped her arms around me and I did the same to her, primarily for support to remain standing, but also because she smelled so beautiful. My nose ran along her neck, back up to her ear and I felt her shiver and could make out a sigh as I felt her chest fall against my own.

My lips and nose skimmed down the other side of her neck and feeling her respond beneath my touch brought me a strong sense of satisfaction, her smell was intoxicating. She smelled of rosemary and plant oils, I could smell herbs and other plants, she smelled green like the great forests we had wandered into when I was younger. I felt her hand on my face, guiding me away from the nape of her neck and up to her, I felt her lips on mine. I hesitantly kissed her back until I began to taste the mint in her mouth. She must have put a couple mint leaves into her mouth before she did this, her taste was so strong. I felt her mouth open against mine and what I figured were the leaves landed against my tongue. I breathed hard, the mint burned, it was so strong, but it soon faded as well. The woman released me and moved away, I stood easily now.

My vision began to get lighter and I began to make out colors before me. I blinked and squinted, trying to see anything in front of me, but I could make out nothing. I closed my eyes, waiting, giving it time to come back to me. I opened them slowly, letting my eyes focus as everything came to me, still very dim. Skye was before me, just as bare as I was, she looked into my eyes and smiled gently, I could see she was much more happy that she would, or could, let on. Her shape and the shape of everything around her became sharper. I smiled at her and stepped towards her, reaching out and pulling her to me. I ran one hand over her face, watching the black lines around the outside of her eyes sharpening as the contrast between the highs and lows in her eyes was amplified.

The sex izle whole world was turning into bright colors, the likes of which I had never experienced, but I was completely unimpressed. The voices were still speaking around me in their gibberish, but I only had eyes for the beautiful woman in my arms. I didn’t care what they thought, or what the rules were, I had her here, with me now. The world was becoming too bright, and Skye was far too light as it was. I mouthed what I really wanted to say, as I knew it would be gibberish if I spoke it, I hoped she understood. I leaned in to kiss her as the bright light drowned all the colors left from my vision until everything turned back to blackness.

As I came back to reality, I felt myself lying down and realized I was slowly waking up. The earthy smell around me was familiar and I could feel the warm sunlight landing on my face. I took a deep breath and it felt as though I was breathing for the first time, the air was cool. I laid there for a moment, taking in everything all over again, as if it was all new.

“You’re awake,”

I turned my head to see who it was, Embry stood before me, robed in blue, but without her veil.

“Yes,” I responded hoarsely

She laughed,

“You had quite a bit of fun last night,” she crossed her arms, “Then again, so did we. It’s been a while since anyone joined us and I rather enjoy these ceremonies.” She was stepping towards me, I thought for a moment she would step close to me and kick me to get out of bed, but she did no such thing and only chuckled as I grimaced. “Relax,” she said simply, “I’m not going to attack you.” she knelt beside me and felt my head, as though I had a fever, I could only sit and stare at her, her hands were rough, undoubtedly from work, but gentle in their touch. “The tea can have adverse effects if it stays in your system too long. It can make you very ill, but you seem to be doing just fine.” her hand left my forehead and ran over my face gingerly. “Your voice is a little rough still, but that’s normal. How do you feel?” For the first time since I met her, I saw genuine concern on her face.

“I think I’m alright,” I sat up slowly, feeling the cool air on my exposed skin, I was still undressed. I half expecting the room to begin spinning, as it had the last time I had felt so out of it from drink. I blinked a few times and she looked me over.

“Open your mouth,” she commanded, she examined my mouth and tongue, she pinched the skin on the back my hands and watched as it settled, she tugged on my face and looked at the whites of my eyes, finally, she felt my neck with her hands. I closed my eyes and relaxed as she did, it felt so nice, almost like a massage. My sense of touch seemed much stronger than it had been, which scared me somewhat after all the time Skye had spent telling me that I was sensitive.

I opened my eyes and Embry was very close to me, she stared into my eyes for a moment before her glance fell to my lips. Her mouth curled into a smile, “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” I felt myself leaning in towards her and I was somewhat shocked when I realized what I was thinking. I was feeling something. My body was responding, telling me what to do, not my mind. I was not being controlled by the heart that loved Skye, I was being controlled by the want in the pit of my stomach, and the warmth between my legs. What had these people done to me? What the hell was in that drink? Her fingertips grazed my lips and it took my breath away.

“Fascinating,” she muttered, “Even despite your feelings for Skye, you sit here before me, begging for me.” Her words were sharp but I was distracted, the want inside me was beckoning. I was panting now, it was so intense. “Well,” she said simply, inching in ’till was so close I could almost feel her lips speaking against mine “I suppose I owe you for last night.” I heard her chuckle and felt her lips against mine. I reached out and grabbed hold of her, pulling her to me, she stumbled from her kneeling position into my lap. It was like electricity all over, I had felt it at moments with Skye but this was different, much more intense than it had ever been. These were not the soft, gentle kisses, these were fervent, wanting. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and tasted something familiar: mint. It was Embry who had held me as my sense of smell took over last night. I felt one of the leaves slip into my mouth from her tongue. I stopped and stared at her,

“It was you,” I said, shocked.

“Don’t look so surprised,” she grinned at me, leaning back in, letting her body press against mine as her lips and tongue ran up my neck, I felt myself shiver and my breathing sped up. “We all have skills.” she whispered against my cheek. My face fell to her neck, remembering how she had responded last night to even just a gentle touch. She still smelled strongly of plant oils, of rosemary, she was earthy and my senses wanted to take her all in. There was fire in my chest, burning, raging inside me, wanting altyazılı porn to take this woman, to make her mine, but I heard Skye’s voice in my mind, reminding me.

“Sometimes it’s better to kill someone with kindness”

I took a deep breath and began very gently, my lips gentle on her neck, moving up towards her ear, she sighed and I felt her tug on my hair with one hand. My hands rubbed her back tenderly, I nibbled her ear gently with my teeth, she was breathing hard now, tugging at me, I could feel that she didn’t want me to stop. I made a point to drag on, painfully slowly, as my lips and tongue moved over her ear and back down her neck where I had started. I could feel her chest pounding against mine, she was trembling much the way I had when Skye had done this to me. I knew it was working. I felt her nails dig into my skin when I would nibble harder or my lips would close around somewhere particularly sensitive. I bit down gently at the nape of her neck and she gasped, I felt her hand slide up my neck into my hair, her nails tracing along my scalp, pulling me against her. Her breathing was ragged and she breathed hard into my ear trying to speak,

“Do you want me?”

She wouldn’t release me, I was still buried in her neck, breathing hard as well.

“Say it,” she whispered in my ear. “Do you want me?”

I took a moment to breathe and let her do the same, when I pulled away from her this time to look her in the eye, she released me. She was very flushed and still breathing hard, but there was something about her, something in that moment that made her beautiful in my eyes. She wasn’t bad looking, but we had been more rivals than anything, she was like an older sister, nagging me about this and that. But she wasn’t anymore, this woman I held in my arms had wants, needs, desires. She wasn’t the person I knew from a social standing, she wasn’t another woman from the Cerulean Order, she was just another woman like me. I couldn’t attach meaning to her, or status, or anything else. The only thought coursing through my mind was how much I wanted her and how much I wanted to please her. I reached past her face and tugged at the ribbon holding her brown hair back, it came loose and I discarded it to one side, her hair cascaded down her shoulders. I smiled,

“You need to wear your hair down more often,” I looked to her long straight hair then back to her face, she looked a little discouraged that I hadn’t answered her question, “You’re beautiful, Embry.” She closed her eyes and shook her head, her gaze fell to one side, she was about to turn and stand up when I caught her arm and pulled her back, she turned back to me with tears in her eyes. I was taken aback that she could be so hurt by me, I had meant no harm. I reached up and took her face in my hand. “Embry,” I said softly, “I do want you.” She stared at me in disbelief for a moment, but I pulled her in and kissed her deeply.

There was no more soft and gentle, I had a mission now, the mission was to prove to her how much I wanted her, to take her. I was fervent and rough now, I reached behind her and quickly undid the clasps on her boustier, pulling it from her and feeling her skin on mine. I undid and tugged on her belt, feeling the silk unwrap of its own accord from her waist. My hands moved over her, egged on by her responses, her moans, her heavy breathing. I slowed, however, I knew I needed to start gentle for the next part, mostly because of my inexperience. I gently moved up the inside of one leg with my hand, feeling moisture against my fingertips. I began to rub gently, she let out a small moan, and I began kissing her neck once again. She sighed and trembled slightly as I slowly sped up, my other hand was intent on her chest, matching the pace.

“I don’t think you understand how much I want you,” I whispered into her ear, I was becoming more bold, my touches were becoming more harsh, faster. She moaned. “I’m going to do everything in my power to prove it to you” I could feel everything beneath my fingertips, she was shifting against me now, trying to get more from me. Her hands clasped my shoulders tightly so she could shift completely, she leant up onto her knees to get more motion. She was panting furiously, trembling, sweating, I sped up more and she let out a long cry burying her face into my neck but still moving rapidly against me, I felt her shaking. She finally stopped, so I did the same. She was panting against me, breathing hot breaths on my neck, I could feel the heat from her face on my shoulder.

I slipped my hand out from between us and ran it over my tongue, I was curious to know what it tasted like, I still hadn’t tasted it. Embry was exhausted, her eyes were closed and she was still panting, I ran my hands over her gently. My back was beginning to hurt supporting all her weight, I slowly laid back against the bedding, she was stretched out over me. I was still touching her gently, tracing her curves. Her hair was a dark brown, it had more texture than Skye’s but it was straight, not curly or wavy, it fell completely flat over her. Embry’s skin wasn’t so pale she could be a ghost, she was simply light. I laid there for a few moments, admiring her, she was pretty. She chuckled into my ear gently.

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Anvil Stone had told everything to her cousin Janilyn Lewis what had happened to her in the prairie. Janilyn couldn’t believe her story.

“Anvil, what happened to you is incredible,” Janilyn said. “This is a small town and a lot of people knew each other here. There had never been anyone spotted here wearing a Lone Ranger costume. We’ve asked around,” she said cross-legged at the center of her bed clad in her cami top and Victoria Secret underwear.

“I’m telling you I’m not dreaming. To me he’s not only the Lone Ranger but the Looong Ranger as well, ‘cause he’s big, tall, and lasts longer,” Anvil sighed brushing her long dark blonde hair.

“Well, why don’t we go back there and see if this Long Ranger of yours comes up again?” Janilyn’s cool blue eyes deepening.

“Oh, how he comes. Yes, that would be a wonderful idea. You and me so you could see for yourself in case he pops up again. You know he said that he’ll be seeing me again,” Anvil sighed again.

“What if he doesn’t show up preferring to see you alone?”

“That remains to be seen. For how else can I prove to you that what I experienced was real?”

“Well, nothing harm in doing it. Besides, your story has made me horny as a goat. I want to experience it myself too. Mind if I get a piece of action from this Long Ranger of yours?” Janilyn giggled as she plopped herself flat on the bed, showing all the better the convex structure of her female center through her bikini panties.

“Why not? It’s only sex. It’s not the be-all, and end-all of every relationship.” Anvil replied.

“Gee, I’m starting to feel like a bitch in heat,” Janilyn said, touching lightly the center of her flesh-colored bikini panties with the back of the hairbrush.

The following day, the two set off to that place where Anvil met the Long Ranger a week ago. They sat under a leafy tree and waited. An hour had passed and they’d seen nothing except a couple of rabbits who made out a few yards away.

Another hour had almost passed when they spotted a lone horseman riding in a slow pace on the trail.

“Hey, look someone’s coming!” Janilyn said excitedly. “Is that him?”

“Hardly like,” Anvil said but gawked the same way Janilyn did and anticipated.

The horseman was leading toward their direction wearing a brown beaver hide hat, a woolen poncho, gunbelt rig and lots of stuff bundled on his horse.

“Who is this man? He looks like he comes straight off from a western movie.” Janilyn was quizzical.

As the horseman approached the girls, he lit up a cheroot that dangled between his lips.

“Hi Mister!” the girls almost chorused. He squinted at them and acknowledged the greeting by tipping his hat.

“You looked like a vintage cowboy. What sort of man dresses in that kind of outfit?’ asked Anvil.

“Lookin’ for some bad guys,” he said dryly.

“Not gals huh?” Janilyn said in an impish tone.

The man tossed back his poncho upon his shoulder and withdrew from his vest pocket a sheet of folded paper and handed it to them.

Anvil took the paper and unfolded it.

“Anyone of you have seen or recognized any of ‘em?” The man asked.

Janilyn gaped on top of Anvil’s shoulder.

Max ‘Gato’ Borato Wanted Dead Or Alive, $1,000. Anvil read on the paper. “Such a mean looking guy. Nope never saw him before. How about you Janilyn?”

She looked at the main photograph along with the small ones below with corresponding prices on their heads.

“Oh God I can’t believe this. It seems we’re in a western movie having a dialogue with a bounty hunter,” she said facing Anvil and then turned to the man. “Sorry mister, nothing like these kind of brutes live in this part of town. What makes you think they’re around here?”

“Thanks,” he said and spat out to his side.

“Ah, Mister what are you planning to do with these guys?” Anvil asked.

“Shoot ‘em before they shoot me.”

“Why don’t you let the police do it?”

“A posse? I can do it alone?”

“What about pussy, do you need one er two?” Janilyn teased. Anvil slapped her arm. How could you be such a dirty talker!

“I said I can do it alone.”

“You can’t live alone an’ if you die, who’s gonna bury you? You want us to come along and help you locate this guy?” Janilyn pursued her questioning.

“I said I can work it out alone, thanks anyway.” He said dryly.

“Suit yourself squinty drifter and take care,” Janilyn said in resignation.

Without a word he rode off till he disappeared in the distance.

“That’s not the man, for sure. He’s not even masked.” Anvil said.

But gee! He looked like Clint Eastwood, ain’t he?” Janilyn blurted.

“Yeah you’re right, like in those spaghetti westerns I saw on cable TV. Another incredible thing is in the works here. What do you think if we follow and see what will happen where he’s going?” Anvil said.

“Come on let’s ride before we lose him,” Janilyn prodded. “Besides, who knows maybe he’s pally with that Long Ranger of yours, then the both of us can play musical pricks,” she laughed at her wit.

The man disappeared out of sight but the girls searched him out. Soon they were on top türkçe altyazılı porno of a stony hill and they spotted him down camping next to Canoe Creek. They dismounted their horses and hid behind one of the big stones jutting on the hill so he won’t see them.

“He’s naked. Looks like he’s just taken a swim. He’s pummeling himself dry with a towel or whatnot.” Anvil said as she examined him in the binoculars.

“Can you see his dick?”

“Yeah, sort of,”

“Oowee, give me it to me.” Janilyn said grabbing the binoculars.

“Hmmm, well-hung kiddo,” Janilyn muttered.

They sat on the grass, their backs against the stone suppressing girlish giggles.

“What do we do now?” Anvil stared the sky, as if looking for answers there.

“He’s certainly a gorgeous guy but a mysterious one. What do you have in mind Anvil? Do we approach him and flirt our way till he gets his pecker hard?”

“He’s not like the long ranger who’s so aggressive. Nothing can stop that Long Ranger. He’s a high testosterone man. This one’s passive. Let’s look at him again. Maybe he’s gonna jerk off.”

Janilyn let out a crispy cackle.

“Shhh!”

The two girls twisted their bodies up, craned their necks above the stone and peered down.

“He’s gone! Where the hell is he?” Anvil murmured.

“But his horse is there and I think he’s cooking something. He’s set off making coals out of chopped oak wood. Me thinks he’s out hunting for a deer or a rabbit.”

“A rabbit?” Janilyn gasped.

“Why? Have you not eaten a rabbit?”

“No. Thank you. Have you?”

“Once when I was in Brussels.”

“Ewee, what? Like a Rabbit Stroganoff?”

“A rabbit stew with Stella Artois beer in it,” Anvil replied.

Suddenly the two girls felt something hard poked their butts. They turned their faces slowly around and it’s the squinty guy with his long pistols sticking up to their butts.

“What are you up to ladies?”

“Ah, ah could you put down your guns and…and we…we’ll explain?” Janilyn said and held up her hands. Anvil did the same.

Slowly the gunslinger stood up from his genuflecting position and replaced the guns in his holsters. He knew women retaliate with their tongues and not with weapons.

“Thanks. Your guns are sure mighty big,” Janilyn said still smiling.

“So why are you up here?” He said as he sat on the ground, one knee drawn up.

“Nothing. We just wanna take a look at you. You look like a movie star. Maybe we can get an autograph from you,” Janilyn said sweetly.

“We’re curious. Are you really bent on getting that wanted man for money? Say, why don’t you just let go off the man, huh? There’s been too much violence in this world. If you need money, we’ll raise it for you. It’s only money ya know? Leave it to the law enforcers. It’s their job to nab criminals so they could be tried in court,” Anvil said

“Yeah, we could raise a thousand bucks for you, that’s easy!” Janilyn butted in.

“You’ve been watching me naked don’t you?” he said ignoring the subject of money as if this is not his aim. Both girls threw a mischievous look at each other.

“Aha, that’s not our fault. When we came here you don’t have your clothes on,” Janilyn said.

“You’re spying on me. Take off all your clothes. You might be hiding something.”

“Hiding what? You won’t see anything from us except our ‘you know what’!” Janilyn intoned.

“What are you gonna do with us?” Anvil asked.

“Hang you high and whip you up.” His teeth gritted.

“Hey, no joke. If that’s so, you’re cruel to humanity. You’re such a bad guy, hanging us girls who happened to view your soft as a noodle dick. Come on what heinous crime have we done to you?” Anvil sneered.

“Remove your jackets, you first?” he said pointing to Janilyn.

“Ok, just don’t hang me. Right, Mr. er Gunslinger?” she said easily.

Janilyn removed her nice cropped jacket with notched lapel and woven with outdoor horses prints on front and back.

“Jacket only?”

“And the rest.”

“Ok, that’s easy.”

He took a more relaxed pose and unbuckled his gun rig out of his hips and lay it on his side.

Janilyn unbuttoned her shirt top and a tomato red brassiere popped into view dilating squinty drifter’s eyes a bit. Janilyn’s body was full of sensuality, big-breasted and curves in the right places.

“You!’ he pointed to Anvil. “Get them all off too.”

“Why should I? I’ve done nothing wrong against you.” Anvil was indignant.

He took a cigar and struck a matchstick on the sole of his boots as he watched Janilyn peeled off her tight jeans. Soon a stringed thong was exposed. She wore back her boots and hitched up her thong, which outlined her female asset.

Anvil stood pat on the ground without moving, hands folded across.

The squinty drifter shifted his gaze to Janilyn who looked incredibly sexy. She’s 5’5” short of 2 inches to Anvil’s height but a body that can raise even Lazarus. She looked at Anvil and winked at her as she undid her bra, her surprisingly firm and large breasts tumbling free to the afternoon light.

A xnxx satisfactory smile played across the man’s lips.

“Come on over here,” The squinty man called, tapping a space beside him.

“You won’t spank me, would you?” she said edging her way next to him. Then she straddled down his hips; a hint of trimmed black hair was faintly visible through her thong front.

“Can I borrow your hat?” she asked her hand quick to get it from his head and put it on her brunette crowned hair.

“How’s this Mr. High Plains Drifter?”

He grabbed her small waist and examined her boobs, her erect large nipples staring at him. Janilyn cupped his cheeks, turned his face to her and kissed his lips. It was a slow burning kiss, kinda exploratory and the man took her down crushing her bottom on his growing bulge.

Anvil turned around.

“I’m gonna leave you guys?”

“Hey, where you going?” Janilyn asked.

“Three’s a crowd, ain’t it kiddo?”

“No you’re not going anywhere. At this time of day a lot of sidewinders will be out down there and you’re gonna be lucky if you won’t step any of them,” the horseman said.

Anvil stopped on her tracks. Huh! Sidewinders! Snakes! But she adamantly ignored and moved on. The last time she saw one she nearly died.

“Suit yourself. They bite hard and can kill you in seconds flat,” he warned.

“Anvil, don’t leave please, just listen to the man,” Janilyn pleaded.

Anvil heard a rattling sound on the grass as she’d gone her way down. She stopped, backed off a bit and looked nervously at the ground she was trudging on. Suddenly she had palpitations. The sight of a snake with its fangs showing was enough to give her a hell of a scare. Now she had second thoughts. She’s really scared of snakes big or small. So she stalked back and along the way she could hear Janilyn’s giggles.

Janilyn was already undoing the buttons of his trouser.

“Seen one of those sidewinders?” the man said his face breaking into a lethal grin for the first time.

“Wow, this is a killer!” Janilyn said as she extricated the man’s cock from his trouser. She rubbed the length of it with her hand and it grew even larger.

Memories of her sexual encounter with the long ranger flooded into Anvil’s thoughts. She licked her lips. Her eyes radiated sensuality.

“Hey don’t just stand there, sit on my face and relax.”

“Anvil. Don’t be such a spoilsport. Join the fun.” Janilyn prodded.

“It’ll turn me on even more if you two could make it together first.”

“We’re cousins, you perv…”Anvil’s voice trailed off.

“Then it’s the kissin’ cousins’ game.” The man flashed again his killer smile.

“Hey take it easy on rubbing, wait till your cousin join us here, ugh!”

“Can’t help it. Such a big one you have here. Owee, I can play this all day long,” Janilyn said as she worked up a fistful stroke.

“C’mere sweet thing, who knows I’ll be dead tomorrow and I’ll never know who among you is the best lay. I never beg in my life, ooh, and now I’m begging you, please, take off the darn clothes before I pop in here.”

The sight of his cock, his handsome face, erased all of Anvil’s values. She fell in lust with him. At last, she began divesting all her clothes, from the black vest stitched with silver thread, cashmere turtle neck and to her faded low-riding jeans.

Anvil was divine in her matching light blue dotted bra and bikini panties. Her incredible long legs, perfect olive skin, perfect breasts and stunningly pretty face add big notches to the man’s excitement. Never had she seen a man’s face etched with wild excitement.

Janilyn was sliding his cock along her crotch.

Anvil walked up to him and stood between his head facing Janilyn. There’s no mistake that it was a view to a kill.

“I want you two to kiss each other,” he said. Slowly Anvil brought down her luscious hips sliding over the man’s mug then settling on his chest.

The two being lost into their lust began kissing each other, tenderly, tentatively until they were catching each other’s tongues in erotic fashion. Janilyn snaked her hands at her back and undid her bra. Anvil’s well-contoured breasts were capped with little nipples in contrast with Janilyn’s. The man’s hands reached first for Anvil’s breasts and molded them, the nipples hardening quickly, then his other hand transferred on Janilyn’s particularly on her large chewable nipples.

Janilyn stood up and eased down her thong and stepped out of it. Anvil reached for his suddenly unattended cock and covered the top part with her mouth. The man groaned and Anvil felt his hot breath seeped below her panties.

Janilyn joined Anvil on licking his cock. The man pushed aside Anvil’s crotch panties and wriggled his tongue inside her gateway to paradise. She uttered a soft moan as she licked the topside of his cock while Anvil took the underside. If only his dick was a harmonica, it could have sounded when their lips run along each side.

“I can’t stand no more, I want him inside me,” Janilyn said and straddled him over his hips. Anvil guided it inside Janilyn’s hot gatefold. Her breath whistled out of porno izle her lungs as his cock slid all the way in. With her hands over his thighs she began her slow up and down motion. The sight of the mingling organs, Janilyn’s starving gasps and the man’s skillful tongue drove Anvil crazy with pleasure.

Changing positions, Anvil and Janilyn turned away with their backs facing each other. The man spread Anvil’s pussy lips and sucked her big clit. Eyes half-closed, Anvil’s hips shimmied and moved into a fit of frenzy. Her primal screams rang out all over the place. Janilyn sped her motions gloving his cock to orgasmic bliss.

“Oh, Fuck! I’m coming,” Anvil exclaimed.

“I’m coming too, yeah I’m coming, oh Jeez, this is big…so big…so full…” Janilyn voice reached high pitch as the big bang hit her like lightning. Seconds later, the man’s hips tensed and Janilyn sensing he was about to come pulled out from him and sucked in time his spewing dick. Anvil joined the licking.

After a while the sexual tension receded.

“It was my first to get fucked on the open wide space under the spectacle of the great sky filled with beautiful colors,” Janilyn said as she snuggled beside him.

“It’s my first in a threesome. I never came so fast as this one. It’s exhilarating.” Anvil remarked as she also lay next to him on the other side.

“What can you say big boy?” Janilyn asked.

“You two took me to heaven and back and swallowed the evidence,” he said.

The girls laughed.

“Hey you haven’t entered me yet,” Anvil said grinning widely.

“I bet Mr. Rawhide here can recover fast for a second helping. I’m thirsty. Let me get my bottle first,” Janilyn stood and sought her horse.

When Janilyn was back she wiped his sticky dick with a wet piece of wipe away Kleenex. “There! It smells like a baby.”

“Hey, why don’t we go down and eat?” The man suggested.

“Yeah, I’m famished.” Anvil said.

So the girls picked up their clothes and shuffled their way down through a stony path.

“Hmmm, not bad.” Anvil said as she tasted the rabbit stew.”

“Glad you have potatoes, I can rustle up some French fries,” Janilyn volunteered as she’s not keen on eating the rabbit stew.

The early evening was cooling and the girls wore their jackets but kept their bare legs close to the open fire.

“Enlighten us Mr. High Plains Drifter. What exactly is your name and where did you come from?”

“Nebraska, but no more permanent address. Joe Speedo is my name.”

“No kidding? Have you been always a bounty hunter? How many people have you killed?” Anvil was curious.

“Not much.”

“So you’re a killer too, huh?”

“Much more of a lady killer,” Janilyn butted in.

“You have a family?” Anvil resumed his interview.

“Yeah, killed by men of this Max Gato Borato. That’s why I’m hunting him.”

“It appears you have been leading a violent life, Joe?”

“I wish it could stop and I wish I could soon snuff the lives of those causing these violence,” Joe said reflectively.

“This is outrageous. I’m kinda lost here. As far as I am concerned we only see these things happen in the movies,” Janilyn said.

“What movies?” He asked.

Anvil and Janilyn looked at each other, puzzled.

“Movies, ah moving pictures on the silver screen where you see people act out like in reality for purposes of entertainment,” Anvil said.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Hey what kind of entertainment have you seen?” Anvil asked.

“Some singing and dancing in a big saloon.”

“I couldn’t believe this is happening. I think I am under the impression here that we are in another time dimension whether us in your time or you in our time, Mr. Joe Speedo,” Janilyn said.

“Yeah, I’m thinking along that line too, the way you two are dressed up. I’ve never seen the likes of women like you. You smelled and talked differently.”

“I dabbed Poison in my hmmm…” Anvil trailed off.

“Mine is Opium,” Janilyn giggled.

For awhile silence fell on them as if they’re digesting their thoughts before letting them out of their lips

Joe Speedo’s cock was stirring up anew.

In a flash, the girls grabbed his cock. “Me first,” Anvil said as Janilyn’s fell on top of her grasp. “I won, my other hand still on top.” Anvil grinned, grasping the head.

“I don’t want to take this lying down,” Joe Speedo said and stood up, his dick straight like his six-shooter.

The trio pursued their prurient interests and had even more intense and fulfilling menange troi than the first outing.

Soon they settled back into conversation drinking hot ginger tea until the girls fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning when the girls woke up, Joe was not in sight. But they found a note from him.

Dearest, A & J,

Max ‘Gato’ Borato came the night you were all asleep. I set you both as baits. They were six of them led by Borato. When they were about to rape you, I surprised them. They saw me and they spread out quickly drawing up their guns and started shooting up at me. But I had a Gattling gun and wiped them all out. I’ve gone to bring their bodies to the town sheriff and claim my reward. I’m glad you slept like angels and didn’t wake up. Like you said, I’ll begin a new life and stop killing people. I wish I could come back and marry you both but I guess it’s not possible. Thanks for the memory. I had a great blast.

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“What? No ‘congratulations’?” she asked her sister as she flaunted the huge diamond ring on her hand.

“I’d feel a lot better if I knew you really loved him,” her older sister said respectfully in reply.

“I love him,” her younger sibling said in a way that sounded like she was trying to convince herself it was true.

“Can you tell me why?”

Her sister sat there staring at her as she tried to think of how to respond.

Monroe Hastings had turned 36 a month ago and three weeks later had gotten engaged to one of the most prominent trial lawyers in the Seattle area, and had the three-carat ‘Hearts on Fire’ diamond ring on her hand to prove it. Her fiancé, 44-year old Peter Bentley, had given her the rare diamond ring known for its perfect symmetry, perfect proportions, perfect polish, and perfect alignment as more as a statement of who he was than a symbol of his love. Monroe didn’t know diamonds, she only knew it was big. Very big. Her sister, Bacall, had a pretty good idea, and assumed it had to be well over $10,000. In reality, it was worth a lot more than that, but it was indeed very big.

Both she and her sister, along with their younger brother, Dean, were the children of parents more enamored with old music and movies than either work or money. All of them had been given the last name of an actor or actress from the past as in Lauren Bacall, Marilyn Monroe, and James Dean, respectively.

As such, the three siblings grew up poor, having very little in the way of nicer things. What they did have, however, were looks. All three of them, from 38-year old Bacall to 33-year old Dean, were very attractive people, and that had given them a leg up in a world that required them to scrap for everything they had.

Monroe knew her sister was onto something, but she had no interest in facing up to it let alone admitting Bacall was right. She ‘loved’ Peter enough to marry him, although she knew she was nowhere near to being truly in love with him. And so far at least, she’d done a very credible job convincing herself that didn’t matter.

After all, she’d married once for love, and those two years had been the happiest of her life only to have it all come to an abrupt end leaving her close to being financially destitute.

So as she thought about it, Monroe was willing to admit that perhaps her love for him wasn’t as…perfect..as her new diamond, but it was close enough to ‘good enough’ for her, and at this stage of her life, that seemed more than reasonable.

She’d ‘sown her wild oats’ until she was 27 when she met someone who turned her entire world upside down. David Hastings was unlike any man she’d ever met before or since. He was not only her equal in terms of physical attraction, he was her ‘superior’ in virtually everything else from education to athletic ability his ability to make money to, well, pretty much everything. He’d been enough to cause her to give up her endless search for happiness when she realized she’d found it, and more, in loving him.

She’d literally been swept off her feet in a matter of weeks and six months later said ‘I do’ then willingly settled into a life she’d always dreaded before meeting this amazing man. Monroe found herself loving staying home and waiting for her handsome husband to return to her and the dinner she’d prepared for him each night. Never in a million years could she have imagined loving being so thoroughly domesticated after being the antithesis of domestication for as long as she could remember.

Three weeks after celebrating their second anniversary, Monroe learned she was pregnant, and both she and her husband were thrilled beyond words to know they would be having a child. Money wasn’t exactly tight, but they also weren’t exactly rolling it. The again, money was the last thing on their minds as they started planning for the birth of the baby.

And then, two months later and without warning, he was gone; taken in an instant in a massive collision of cars on I-95 during one of the foggiest mornings anyone could ever remember. Four other people were killed that morning with another dozen being injured in varying degrees after a tractor-trailer plowed into the long line of parked cars invisible in the heavy fog until it was too late.

The fog began abruptly, and was immediately heavy and thick giving drivers little time to react. Although the semi had slowed considerably, it still hit the first car doing 60 miles per hour. David had been in the car just ahead of it. Like the three passengers in the car behind him, he died instantly as the sudden, unexpected force of the impact broke his neck.

By the end of that day, Monroe found herself single again, pregnant, alone, and barely able to get by, even with whatever help her parents could offer. She and David had had more than enough money to live on comfortably, but they had virtually nothing in savings, and neither of them had even considered a life insurance policy. And why would they? They were both in their 20s and were porno indir invulnerable and knew they’d live forever.

David had changed her to the point where she no longer had any interest in ever returning to her former life of endless one-night-stands and the inevitable loneliness and emptiness that came with it. And yet the loneliness she now felt in her life without him often seemed even worse as all she wanted was to feel that kind of warmth and security again. And yes, while she still occasionally dreamed of being loved like that as well, she’d pretty much given up ever finding it. With Peter, she was getting all of the security she needed, and at least some small portion of the love she craved. It might not be romantic love, but it was love or at least it seemed like it was.

Their son, David, Junior, was now eight years old, and Monroe had scraped by, somehow managing to keep a roof over their heads and food on their table. Most of the time, however, they barely scraped by.

Had it not been for an advertisement Peter’s law firm was running on TV every hour of the day for weeks, she’d never have met him let alone become engaged to the multi-millionaire attorney. The firm was filing a class-action suit against the makers of the braking system used in the semi that had crashed into and killed her husband. They were seeking victims of any such crash, and Monroe called the office the first time she saw it. They were up against the statute of limitations, and Monroe was the last victim added to the lawsuit before filing it with the court just before the legal deadline.

After a junior partner did an ‘intake interview’ he introduced her to the senior partner who would be heading up the class-action suit. He’d been utterly taken with her beauty from the moment he saw her, and although he was nowhere close to being as attractive as she was, he offered a different kind of ‘attractiveness’ Monroe decided was something closer to an ‘appeal’; an appeal consisting of power and confidence rather than dashingly good looks or the kind of warmth David had offered.

It wasn’t what she’d dreamed of, but she consoled herself with the belief that physical attraction and the giddy kind of love she’d experienced with David was now much less important to her than the certainty of financial security she would have with Peter for herself and her son the rest of her life.

Somewhere along the line, she’d heard the saying, “The search for perfection is often the enemy of good enough”, and with the understanding that Peter was definitely much closer to ‘good enough’ than anything approaching perfection, she stopped looking and even hoping and agreed to marry him.

So she’d said ‘yes’ to a first date as soon as he asked, and she’d recently said ‘yes’ to his proposal. So no, she wasn’t head-over-heels in love with him the way she’d been with David, but Monroe was willing to forego some of that passion for the stability that came with marrying a powerful, wealthy man like Peter Bentley. And at 36, Monroe was acutely aware the only reason she could catch the attention of a man like that was her looks, and she knew they knew wouldn’t last forever.

That meant that at some level, at least, there was a tacit understanding that went back as far as human history wherein younger, attractive women and older, wealthy men often ended up together for reasons other than pure love. Then again, her marriage to David aside, she sometimes wondered if ‘pure love’ even existed or if it was something one found only in romance novels or Hallmark movies.

Bacall understood all of that without ever having asked her sister about it, and really wondered whether or not her younger sister did, too. And until just then, she’d never asked Monroe if she loved Peter. But now that she had, it stirred up feelings in Monroe she’d tried so very hard to stuff deep down inside her for months.

“Can we not talk about this right now?” Monroe finally said in response to her sister’s question.

“Oh, of course. I wasn’t trying to be nosy, Roe,” she said using her childhood nickname. “And it really is none of my business. It’s just that I dearly love you and my nephew, and I only want you to be happy. If Peter does that for you, then…I’m happy, too.”

Monroe knew if she were to respond truthfully, the answer would be ‘no’, because he didn’t make her happy. At least not in the way David had. Rather, he made her…comfortable. And secure. And again, that seemed to her to be ‘good enough’.

She’d had this discussion with herself many times before, and until Bacall stirred the pot, it had remained little more than a glowing ember somewhere in a place she chose not to visit. But now it was again causing her to think—and rethink her engagement—as well as her entire future along with what was really important to her. And that caused her to experience a whole raft of emotions that made her head hurt and her stomach turn.

So for now, she ‘stuffed’ it all again knowing rokettube she had all kinds of work to do on the home she and David had bought together before she could sell it. Because she barely had enough to make ends meet since David’s passing, she didn’t have the money to make the kinds of repairs needed to take care of the myriad of problems that had cropped up over the years.

She was grateful for Peter’s willingness to pay for any and all such work in order to put the house on the market in a condition that would bring in a very nice return, and yet she somehow felt guilty for taking it. It was a seller’s market in the extreme, and once it was ready for sale, Monroe knew there would be a bidding war for it, and its sale would provide her with more than enough money to live on comfortably were she not to marry Peter, even after paying him back. But then she wouldn’t have a home to live in making ‘living comfortably’ a very difficult challenge, in turn making that a moot point. And yet she couldn’t help but think it more than a few times.

So, once again, the cold reality of necessity forced her to conclude that love was overrated when put up against living paycheck to paycheck to the point she could only rarely buy anything nice for her son and almost never for herself.

The worst had been the year she could only afford a couple of children’s books for him on his birthday. Yes, it was a very practical and useful gift, and he’d been too young to be hurt, but it had hurt her, and even now just thinking about it made her sad. Then later that same year she’d given him a pair of jeans, a new shirt, and some tennis shoes for Christmas—things he desperately needed for school—as his only gifts. She’d done the best she could, but not being able to buy David a single toy had broken her heart. Now, thanks to Peter, she’d never have to deal with that again. But after Bacall’s question, she knew there were other issues she would be dealing with yet again.

She tried putting the debate out of her mind for the second or third time in the last five minutes as she waited for the carpenter she’d asked to stop by and potentially take care of a half-dozen issues inside the house. He’d come highly recommended by one of the wives of another senior partner who’d said, “Just between us, he is well, let’s just say…strikingly handsome.”

Monroe smiled but didn’t laugh when the woman said it for fear Peter might have overheard. Sensing her discomfort the other woman whispered, “Oh, come on. There’s nothing wrong with eating out as long as you come home for dinner, right?”

Again she only smiled before excusing herself and rejoining her fiancé as he droned on about the details of some case they’d recently won while showing off his beautiful, younger girlfriend who was wearing the designer dress he’d chosen for her along with the huge diamond ring he proudly pointed out to everyone with whom they spoke.

For Peter, the law was everything. For Monroe, it was the thing that made security possible so she dutifully stood next to him smiling and looking beautiful, the one thing he valued in her above all else, while not understanding anything he was talking about.

She’d gone to a Dunkin’ Donuts near her house before Bacall stopped by and picked up some bagels, coffee, and other snacks; something she couldn’t have even thought of doing without Peter’s help. Even though he was footing the bill, it felt so good to do something nice for someone, even if it was a total stranger. She’d also been able to do a lot of nice things for her son recently, and all in all, she was very grateful to her fiancé for his generosity. Well, with his money, anyway. His time was another issue altogether, and he had precious little to offer her as he still worked close to 70 hours a week. And, oh yes, his affection was also a precious commodity he doled out in small quantities whenever it suited him. He wasn’t a mean man by any stretch. He just lacked any real…warmth.

Even the clothes she was wearing that morning were due to the credit card he’d given her. He let her know it didn’t have a limit, but asked her to try not spend more than $5,000 without letting him know.

She’d been so stunned she told him, “Peter, I haven’t spent that much money in a month—ever. Not in my entire life.”

He’d only smiled politely before saying, “No, darling. Not per month. I meant spending more than that on any single purchase.”

Initially she’d used the card for necessities and some new clothes from her favorite store, JC Penney. Peter was kind enough not to criticize her choices too harshly, but did let her know that she would need—nicer things. Nicer as in at least Neiman Marcus or Saks Fifth Avenue or other higher-end stores.

Showing up to a social event in off-the-rack clothing was acceptable as long as it wasn’t ‘low end’ and the stores Monroe had learned to love were all considered very low end. For more formal occasions, there were other boutiques that sold porno designer clothing, and several of them now had Monroe’s measurements on file and they were busy making a number of new designer dresses for her at that very moment.

As she looked at the goodies she’d laid out while wearing a very nice outfit she’d picked up at Saks a few days ago, Monroe was asking herself why she wasn’t happier than she felt. Yes, doing nice things made her happy, but wearing a $300 blouse and a $500 pair of shoes didn’t.

Bacall helped herself to half a bagel and some cream cheese then said, “I didn’t mean to upset you, Roe. I hope everything goes well with the repairs, but I should probably get back home. And if I did upset you, I’m very sorry.”

“No. Not at all,” Monroe told her. “I know you’re only looking out for me—and for David, Junior. And you know I love you for that, right?”

“Well, I love you right back, little sis,” she told her as she gave her a goodbye hug being careful to keep the creamy topping away from the expensive silk blouse.

She was walking Bacall to the foyer just as the doorbell rang.

“Oh, looks I’m going to get to meet him after all,” she said. “I’m dying to find out if he’s really as cute as what’s her name said he is.”

“Bacall! Stop!” Monroe said as she smoothed her long, dark, smoothly-styled hair and put on her best smile before opening the door.

“Miss…Hastings?” the younger man asked when he saw her. His eyes darted from Monroe to her sister who was also in the foyer smiling at him.

“Yes. That’s me,” she told him. “Please come in.”

He stepped inside then waited for her to close the door.

“I’m Axl. Axl Kibler,” he told her.

“Oh. Like Axl Rose?” Bacall asked before introducing herself as Monroe’s ‘older-but-more-beautiful sister.

Axl laughed then said, “Hi. It’s nice to meet you. Both of you. Um, yes. Exactly like that. My dad’s been a Guns N’ Roses fan since they started playing music back in the mid-80s. He still listens to them today along with The Doors, The Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix, and a bunch of other groups from days gone by.”

Monroe laughed and said, “Our parents are anachronisms, too. They absolutely love old music and movies, and that’s how all three of us kids got our names. So I get it.”

“Oh, okay. So are you…Marilyn Monroe?” he said, smiling at her for the first time.

When he did, she understood what the partner’s wife meant by attractive. Axl wasn’t just cute. He was downright ‘hunky’. He wore his thick, black hair short, and had a 2-3-day growth of stubble on his male-model-like face. His blue eyes stood out in stark contrast to the very dark eyebrows above them, and like most very attractive people, he had classically high cheekbones, and a very symmetrical face. And he was obviously very well put together from the neck down, too.

Monroe realized she’d been asked a question, but it took her brain a few seconds to catch up before she said, “Oh, right. Yes. That’s where I got my name.”

“And I’m guessing you would be Bogie’s wife?” he said to Bacall.

“Guilty as charged!” she said with a very big smile. She then explained how her brother got his and Axl smiled again.

Bacall sighed then smiled and said, “Unfortunately, I was on my way out, but it was um…very nice meeting you, Axl.”

“You, too…Bacall,” he told her with a smile back at her. He wanted to say, “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid,” but rightly assumed she’d heard it more than enough for two lifetimes already.

After she left, he said to Monroe, “Your sister is a very beautiful woman, and I hope I’m not out of line saying this, but you’re even prettier than her, and you’re much better looking than Marilyn Monroe ever hoped to be, and that’s no disrespect to the late Miss Norma Jeane Mortenson.”

Monroe laughed openly at the use of the late actress’s real name.

“She probably wouldn’t have gone quite so far with that moniker, huh?” Monroe said before inviting him inside. “And no, that wasn’t out of line. It was very kind of you to say. Both of us are getting there up in years, so anytime anyone—especially someone as young and handsome as you—says something that nice, it’s very nice to hear.”

“Up in years?” he asked with a genuine look of surprise. “Are you even 30 yet?”

Monroe laughed immediately then said, “Okay, flattery isn’t going to get you the job, but again, that was very sweet of you to say.”

“Oh. Well, I didn’t mean it as flattery. I honestly thought it was true,” he said rather sheepishly.

Monroe gave him a funny look he wasn’t sure how to take then led him into the kitchen.

“Anyway, there’s coffee and snacks if you get hungry, otherwise, let’s take a look around and I’ll go over the problem areas with you,” she told him.

“Great. I could use a cup of coffee while we look, if that’s okay,” he said.

She grabbed one, too, then took him to the garage and pointed out the problem with the pull-down stairs before showing him through each room that needed work, which was pretty much every room in the house.

“Okay. It’s all standard stuff, but there’s a lot of rot and damage in several places. I should be able to knock this out for you in a few days,” he told her.

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No, I am not fluent in Spanish. I speak some, but I needed help to get it right. My friend Hospitalier is a native speaker and tolerates so much of my bullshit—and without the aid rendered, the Spanish in this story would be a bunch of idiotic gibberish—more so than the rest of what I write. So thank you, Hospitalier. You’ve taught me so much about the language. To my readers, any mistake herein is my own, and is likely a line that I didn’t run by my friend.

In this story, Jae helps his teacher after school and drives her home for a special assignment. Expect young stud on older woman, low-hyper penis (16″), huge balls, cum inflation, interracial … lots of good stuff. This story was a lot of fun to write! You should be warned, though, that it takes its time building things up and the sex doesn’t start till like halfway through. So if you want to read about that, skip ahead.

Enjoy!

***

Jae watched Alfred return to his seat. He looked quite pleased with himself.

Ms. Torres’s full lips curled into a smile. “Muy bien, Alfred. Sounds like you had a good time.”

“I did, yeah,” he said as he sat down. “But I found the time to study for you.”

“I can tell. You did very well, and now you have a tan!” She turned her light eyes toward the class. “Now who wants to go next? Jae?” She pronounced his name with a slightly-softened “J”. It sounded sort of like she was saying “Yay.”

“Um. Okay” He stood up, his wallet chain jingling. Jae finger-combed his jet black hair. It wasn’t that hard. Just describe what you did over spring break. I can handle this.

Jae felt the eyes on his body—more specifically, his ludicrous package. His massive bulge lead the way, looking as if he was smuggling a floppy Pringles can and a couple of plump grapefruits. The dark grey cloth of his pants did little to conceal his outsized genitals from the front, and nothing to conceal them from the side.

Sure, he’d been in this class plenty of times. Everyone knew how big he was. But that didn’t stop people from looking. Even Ms. Torres seemed to linger upon his loins for a bit longer than professionally necessary. Not that Jae was going to complain.

When he got to the podium, his genitals were, much to the relief of the more heterosexually-inclined males, occluded. He straightened his spiked leather vest. “Hola, mi amigos. Me llamo Jae.” There were a few muffled giggles. “Uh. En mi … descanso de primavera, nado en la playa con mi amigas. “

Alfred snorted and gave a rather derisive chuckle. Ms. Torres smiled at him.

Jae ignored the other student and patted the podium as he thought of his next statement. “Yo gano mucha de la conchas.”

Ms. Torres snerked and bit her lip to suppress a laugh.

“Tengo un amiga … lucha conchas. No. Ella gasta conchas. Conchas para ella.”

Alfred began laughing and muttered something. Jae didn’t catch all of it, but it did involve a comment about his intelligence.

Ms. Torres clucked her tongue. “Tsk. ¡Señor Cullen! Por favor, deje terminar a Jae.”

Jae continued, ignoring the idiot. “Yo compro hermanas para mi coche. No … no. Yo compro herramientas para mi coche, no hermanas.”

The teacher nodded and smiled. “Bien. Continúa.” Jae returned that bright little smile of hers. She had a nice, low-cut pink blouse on and an open black sweater over it. It brought out her light eyes, framed by glasses. She twirled a pen with as she listened. Its top few inches were well-gnawed.

Jae kept speaking, pausing every so often to gather words. “Compro la herramientas y reparar mi coche. Reparar el estéreo en el coche.” He looked at the wood of the podium for a moment. “…Poner un estéreo nuevo. Y trabó mucho en el jardín.”

Ms. Torres nodded and asked, “¿Qué cultivas?”

Jae stared at her for a long moment. “Yo cultivan … uh … yo cultivo pájaros en mi jardín.”

Alfred started guffawing once more, but a sharp look from the teacher silenced him again.

She looked back at Jae and said, “Is that all you did, Jae?”

“Pretty much … ah … si,” he said sheepishly.

Ms. Torres chuckled. “Oh, really?”

Jae shrugged. “No quieres escuches otro cosas.”

“Muy bien, Jae. You’ve gotten a lot better since last time!” She turned to the class. “Who wants to tell me some of his mistakes?”

Alfred raised his hand. Jae tightened his lips and suppressed a sigh. The fuck is this dumbass gonna say?

“Alfred?” called the teacher.

He grabbed his desk and blurted out, “Everything?!” A couple people chuckled. Alfred glanced at Brittany after the joke escaped his mouth.

Ms. Torres frowned and her pen stopped twirling. “Mr. Cullen!” she snapped. While her tone wasn’t exactly mean, it plainly brooked no argument. “If you aren’t going to contribute sarışın porno to the conversation, then be quiet.”

Alfred sighed. “Okay, sorry. Uh. He has to pluralize el and la for his nouns.”

“That’s true, yes. Remember, when you have more than one object, it becomes, for instance, las cosas,” said Ms. Torres. “Or, el gato becomes los gatos.”

Jae nodded. “Okay, yo entiendo.”

A brunette in the front raised her hand.

Ms. Torres pointed her pen at the girl. “Amy.”

“Okay. Jae. Hi! I’m Amy,” she said, giving him a big grin.

“Sup, girl?” he said, leaning forward on the podium. Alfred’s lips drew into a thin line.

Amy leaned forward, tapping her fingertips on her desk. “…We have Mythology together!”

“I thought you looked familiar,” he chuckled. “So what’d I do wrong?”

“Oh! Right, yeah. I don’t know if you do things wrong, exactly. Uh, but you need to … okay. ‘Yo entiendo.’ You don’t need to say ‘yo,’ it’s redundant since ‘entiendo’ is already conjugated for you.”

Ms. Torres smiled. “Bien, Amy.”

“So I just have to say ‘entiendo’?” asked Jae.

The teacher pointed her pen at him and nodded. She said, “Si. What other mistakes can you add, Jae?”

He went back over his awkward speech in his head. “Uh. Well, I couldn’t remember the word for peppers.”

The teacher chuckled. “Many people would be proud to grow birds in their garden, Mr. Kyoung. But you want the word ‘pimiento,’ not ‘pájaro.’ “

Jae laughed, the scars on his face crinkling. “You know, there’s something called ‘bird peppers.’ ” He paused. “Oh, and now that I think about it, from what you said to Brittany when she went, I forgot to say ‘otra cosas’ and I said ‘otro cosas.’ “

Ms. Torres smiled. “Yes, the gender of the adjective has to match. But you forget to pluralize the adjective! ‘Otras cosas’ is what you should say. ¡Pero muy bien! You’re learning well.”

Jae felt a strange warmth in his chest when she said that.

“You see what I mean, my dears? All of you know more than you think!” She smiled at him. “That’s enough for now. Why don’t you sit down? We’ll pick on someone else, okay?”

“Alright. Gracias.” Jae bowed his head as he went back to his seat.

***

About forty minutes later, Jae picked up his textbook and notebook and tucked them under his arm. His pens went into his vest. Students were zipping up backpacks, closing laptops, and shuffling out the door.

Ms. Torres straightened a stack of papers on her desk. A few students hung around as the class broke up, talking and making plans for the weekend. The teacher spoke up, “It’s getting dark. Any of you strong young men want to walk me to my car?” While she was technically speaking to the entire group, her eyes were squarely upon Jae.

He smiled at her. “I don’t have anywhere to be right now, girl.” Wait, is “girl” appropriate?

She clicked her tongue. “Tsk. Do I look like a ‘girl’ to you, Jae?” Indeed, her face did have a few light wrinkles, but it was full with high cheekbones and plump lips. Her long, lustrous hair was entirely midnight-black, and the bangs helped to frame her bright blue eyes. As she slipped a stack of essays into her laptop bag, he saw that her slender fingers were tipped by a pink-purplish-painted nails. She stood up and shouldered the bag. As she came around the desk, she poked his chest. “I’m old enough to be your mother, young man!” Poke. Poke. “I thought Asians were supposed to respect their elders?” Poke!

I guess “girl” is not appropriate. Jae smiled. “Señora, then?”

Her big blue eyes met Jae’s. Those lips curled into a mischievous little smirk, complete with dimples. Jae wasn’t sure how old she was, but he guessed she was around forty. No more than fifty. Jae also wasn’t sure what to make of the little grin. Was she amused? Did she like what he’d said?

“If you want to flatter a woman, you should always say ‘señorita,’ Jae. ‘Señora’ is like calling me ‘madam,’ ” she explained.

Oh. Damn. Jae nodded. “Señorita Torres, then. Would you, like, give me the honor of accompanying you to your car?”

“Bien.” The classroom had emptied while they were talking. She nodded toward the door. “Vamonos.”

Once they were out, she locked the door. The teacher wore a fairly professional pair of slacks, but they didn’t hide that ass of hers. Jae’s eyes lingered on it as she walked ahead. Ms. Torres had average-sized breasts, wide hips, that plump, oh-so-distracting ass! Jae could tell she worked out—more for toning than strength or muscle mass.

She turned. His eyes met hers. She smirked, but didn’t say anything. Did she catch me looking at her ass?

“You want me to take that?” asked Jae, gesturing toward her bag.

“I’ve got it,” she said.

Jae shrugged. “Alright, sex hikayeleri gi— Ms. Torres.”

She gave an amused little chuckle and grinned at him. “You’re a fast learner, Jae. But now that we’re out of the classroom, you can call me Catalina. Or Cat, if you want.”

“Catalina … pretty name for a prettier woman,” he said, giving her a sly little grin.

Catalina rolled her eyes. “Mmmh. Please, Jae. I’m not one of those little girls I hear you run through by the dozens.”

Jae chuckled. “I meant what I said, though!” He paused and furrowed his brows. “Wait, ‘little girls?’ “

“You know what I mean. The younger ladies on campus!” she explained. “Do you want to make poor little me just another conquest like them?” Cat pouted.

Jae opened the door ahead and shook his head. “Well, I don’t really see them as conquests? I mean, it’s not like I keep a running tab or something?”

Cat pushed past him, brushing unnecessarily close to his body. “Such a gentleman,” she chuckled. “There’s that respect I was talking about.”

They were outside now. The sky was a dingy blue. A thin sliver of orange remained on the horizon. A nice breeze was blowing, rustling the trees. Here and there, students walked along the brick-hemmed sidewalks.

“O’course I respect you. I respect everyone till they give me a reason not to,” said Jae.

“Is that why you were looking at my ass?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Respect?”

Jae smirked. “It’s a very nice ass. I respect the fact that you obviously work out. Mmh.”

She bounced her butt a little. “Thank you for noticing! But I’m betting you’ve seen a lot of nice asses. You hear such interesting things when you listen to the girls talk. I’m curious about those ‘other things’ you didn’t think I wanted to hear about.”

So my reputation precedes me. Jae grinned. “If you heard the rumors, I bet you already know what those ‘other things’ were.”

“So if those girls aren’t conquests, what are they?” she asked him.

Jae shrugged. “I get really horny. I like to fuck. Girls want to fuck. So we fuck. It’s the game we’re looking for. The rhythm of love. Not sure what the proper label is, hooking up or otherwise.”

“From what I hear, ‘really horny’ is an understatement. Remember the soccer game against the Golden Bears?”

Wait, she heard about that? He asked, “The one that got cancelled?”

“Don’t be coy. I think you know why it got cancelled,” said Catalina. “Coach Adelais told me what happened. Our whole team, Jae?”

Jae shrugged. “I told you. I get horny! And I got lost in the Imperials locker room….”

“Tsk. I hope you have a better explanation than that, young man. You just happened to wander into the women’s soccer room? They had to fake widespread food poisoning to postpone the game!”

Another shrug. “Yeah, but then Adelais had a talk with me and I ended up lost in the Berkeley locker room. So it panned out even.”

Catalina let out a husky sigh and smacked her lips. She stopped walking, turned to Jae, and said, “Let’s be honest, Jae. I don’t feel like playing your game. You want to fuck me, right?”

Jae grinned. “Hell yeah.”

“And I want that … behemoth dick,” she said, resuming her pace. “I need a young stud-boy like you. It’s been a long time. After hearing about your shenanigans, I want to feel that thing go off in me.”

Jae’s hand settled at her waist, his fingertips trailing over her ass. “Mmh. You sure? You probably have stuff to do tomorrow.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Maybe you’ll be the one who can’t walk tomorrow, little boy. Now stop groping me in public!” She swatted his hand away, but did give him a little smile.

“Yes, señorita,” he chortled.

They walked in silence for a long moment. “So who is this guy on your back?” she asked.

Jae smiled. “Oh. Yeah! That’s Tlaloc. Aztec god of rain, lightning, fertility.”

“Fertility? How appropriate,” she chortled. “I didn’t think a boy like you would be interested in ancient gods.”

Jae squinted at her. ” ‘A boy like me?’ I love mythology! I do admit I first got into mythology because of how much it plays into heavy metal, but I’ve read a lot of mythology just, you know, to read it. It’s interesting.”

She rubbed her hand over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Jae. I’m just surprised! From what I heard, I thought you were just a party-boy. Just spend all day having sex and working out.”

Jae chuckled and rubbed his coarse hand over her shoulder. “I can see how you’d get that idea. I’m not offended.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Far as I’m concerned, it’s an advantage if people think I’m dumb.”

Ms. Torres nodded in concession. “Maybe. But now I feel bad.”

They entered an alley. Jae looked around. No one could see them. şişman porno He grabbed her roughly and pushed her up against the wall. Ms. Torres gasped. His lips found hers, and he mashed them together. She moaned and sucked at his tongue. Her hands slipped under his vest and stroked his chest. A strand of saliva stretched and snapped once they parted. Jae gripped her ass. “You’ll make it up to me later.”

Ms. Torres’s lips curled into a bright, face-encompassing grin. Then she clicked her tongue, took a napkin from her bag, and reached up to wipe some lipstick off his face. Jae paused. He felt an unexpected flush of pleasure from that gesture. Not sexual arousal … it was another thing that he couldn’t put his finger on.

They had just emerged from the alley into the parking lot when Jae heard five people behind them. Instinct activated. Footsteps moving too quickly. They were spreading out in a coordinated movement. Jae narrowed his eyes. This was an ambush. He leaned in toward Cat and whispered, “I think we’re about to get mugged.”

She grabbed his arm tightly. “What?!” she hissed.

“Stop right there!” called a voice. Jae and Catalina turned around.

As he thought, there were five figures. The tallest wore a blue cap and an ULTI Imperials jersey. He was about the same height as Jae, athletic looking. Seemed to be hiding something behind his back. The second was squat, muscular-looking. He shifted his weight wrong and was wearing a big jacket that was too thick for the weather … he likely had a gun. The third was a pudgy guy with a baseball bat. He seemed to have a limp. The fourth was a guy in yellow shorts. His movements also indicated a firearm. The fifth was a do-ragged muscle-mountain a head taller than Jae.

Who the fuck are these morons? I got shit to do! They were all too old to be students. However, with the twilight, few would be able to tell from a distance. Jae turned to Blue Cap. The others kept glancing at him. He was obviously the leader. Jae asked him, “Yeah, what do you want?”

“I think your wallet should do. Hand that over. Hand over the bag, lady.”

“Hey, I thought you said I’d get to threaten them?!” demanded Pudgy.

Blue Cap sighed. “I never agreed to that.”

“Why not?”

“No offense, but you’re really not very threatening,” said Do-Rag.

“He’s right,” said Jae.

“See? Even he thinks so,” said Blue Cap.

“I can be threatening!” insisted Pudgy.

“I really doubt that,” said Blue Cap. “You can barely go outside without petting those cats.”

“What’s wrong with petting cats?” asked Yellow Shorts. “I have a cat!”

“Nothing’s wrong with cats, I’m saying that going around petting cats is not the behavior of someone who is intimidating! Have you ever seen Jason Statham pet a cat?! Or any animal smaller than fifty pounds?” demanded Blue Cap.

“He does have little dogs,” offered Jae.

“Yeah, his girlfriend and him have dachshunds,” added Yellow Shorts.

“Everyone, shut the fuck up!” yelled Blue Cap. “Ugh. Stop talking! We are going on a tangent, here.” He glared at Jae. “Now where’s that wallet?!”

They were all about two paces away from them. Ms. Torres was shaking. She clung more closely to Jae. “What do we do?” she hissed.

Jae whispered, “When I tell you ‘run,’ you run. No questions. Stay low. Get behind a car. Call the police. We’ll be okay if you do that. I promise.”

She nodded.

“Come on, hand it over!” yelled Big Jacket. Out came … a bigass bowie knife? That was unexpected. Might still have a piece, though.

Jae sighed. “Listen, I got shit to do, why don’t you guys get lost before someone gets hurt?”

Blue Cap laughed. “Come on, man, what are you gonna do?” He brought his hands out. Another knife glimmered. “We got to eat, you understand? And you ain’t getting in the way of us eating!”

Jae sighed. “You’d better go order some pizza or something.”

The five of them closed in. Jae pursed his lips. I am not in the fucking mood for this.

Then something occurred to him. Wait a minute! I should have said ‘I hear they feed you in jail!’

“Here, just take the bag!” said Ms. Torres, placing it on the ground.

“That’s it, nice and easy,” said Blue Cap. He seemed rather calm.

Big Jacket, on the other hand, looked rather annoyed that Jae wasn’t terrified. “Give me your wallet!” he roared.

Jae gave a tiny shake of his head and pointed to the most gruesome of his facial scars. It was a jagged line starting on his forehead, slicing across his left eye and nostril, cutting across the left corner of his mouth, and terminating under his chin. “You think this is the first time someone put a pointy thing in my face? If you want to scare me, you got another thing comin’.” That was a little better.

“Motherfucker, what I tell you?!” growled Big Jacket, stomping toward Jae and raising the knife toward his—

SNAP! Jae’s fist hit Big Jacket’s forearm so hard that his entire arm twisted to the side. The knife went flying.

“Augh!” cried Big Jacket.

“RUN!” roared Jae.

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The truck was parked in a quiet corner of the lot, behind the other rigs and without direct illumination from any street lamps. He turned the handle on the passenger side and, as promised, the door was unlocked. He opened the door to the cab and climbed up, shutting the door behind him. The cab of the truck was dark and warm, but stank of sweat, beer, cigar and more sweat. If he had to describe it, Jake would have said that it smelled of pure maleness. He breathed in deeply.

As arranged, he climbed through to the bed space at the rear of the cabin, took off his clothes and waited, face down on the bed, head buried in a small pile of pillows and legs spread out wide behind him. Anyone looking in would have seen the snowy peaks of his firm, youthful buttocks illuminated in the pale moonlight, the tight virgin hole between them remaining in shadow.

After a couple of minutes Jake forgot his nervousness and fell asleep, nestled in the bed and breathing deeply the pungent scents of trucker from the cabin. He was awakened by a heavy body falling on top of him, still fully clothed and a bristling beard scratching against the back of his neck. The breath stank of whisky as the man behind whispered in his ear: “So you’re the pretty one Dave’s been telling us about. We’re going to have plenty of fun with you later.”

Jake sumo web tools gulped in shock and trepidation. He had been waiting for Dave and hadn’t been expecting anyone else. What was going to happen? What had Dave set him up for? They had planned their meeting via a few Internet chats, but Jake had never met Dave, but had felt that he could trust As he opened his mouth to reply, Jake felt one hand grasp his hair and pull his head back sharply. Again, the bristles scratched his neck as the man leant in close. “Don’t worry, boy, I’ll break you in gently.”

As he said it, Jake heard the man unfasten his belt and zip and felt a hot stiffness pressing against his cheeks. The man spat into his other hand and reached to rub ball of the sticky phlegm into Jake’s toght, puckered hole.

“Please, I’m not ready, stuttered Jake.”

“You? Did I say you could speak? You will speak when I say you can and not before. Now take it like a man, I’m going to show you some serious fucking.”

As he spoke the word ‘fucking’, Jake felt an explosion of pain course through his body. As he emphasised the word, the man behind him had thrust with all his weight into Jake delicate hole, ripping into him and obliterating his innocence. Impaled fully between Jake’s cheeks, the man paused and lay on top sumowebtools of Jake, his weight bearing down heavily on him. The throbbing and pain continued, but the man was totally still.

“You feel that, boy? You took it well. That’s seven inches of hard meat you’ve got inside you – as thick as your wrist. Now, we can do this the nice way we can do it the nasty way? So what will it be?”

Jake started to answer: “The nice way. God, please the nice way…”

The man chuckled. “Ok, the nice way it is.”

Jake felt the man withdraw until just the fat mushroom head of his heavy cock was inside him.

“The nice way means I rip up that sweet ass of your in ten minutes instead of twenty minutes. Of course, That means I’ll have to be twice as fast though…”

Laughing he slammed back into Jake, his thick cock rearranging Jake’s guts.

All Jake could do was gasp and try to catch his breath as the man pummelled into him, piledriving that cock, hard, fast and deep inside him.

Strangely, as the pain built, he felt too a well of pleasure start to build from his burning hole.

The man fucked him relentlessly, powering into him from behind, pulling his hair, biting his neck and ear roughly and pausing to slap his face or buttocks, goading him to cry, but Jake didn’t cry.

After five minutes of continuous fucking driving that muscular cock ever deeper, Jake felt a change come over him like a wave. He was no longer Jake, in fact he was more animal than human. A piece of prime fuckpig, created solely to serve. He started to grunt enthusiastically – almost animal noises – as each thrust broke through deep into his guts and then he began back to push back his hips driving the stranger’s cock even deeper inside him.

Jack was overhwelmed by the sounds, smells and sensations of that tiny cabin. He knew then that this was his destiny. He existed to fuck and to fuck alone and would continue serve his anonymous and fuck-starved road warriors in their fetid cabins of their trucks.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind he felt the bristles of his lover’s three-day beard scratching deep into his neck and an urgent deep voice growling into his ear. “There’s a good lad, you’re a brave one aren’t you.”

The pace of the fucking was frenzied and wild now, even more so than before. “We’ll all have our way with you, boy, but I’m going to claim you first, to give you my seed. That’s what I paid Dave for and that’s what I’m gonna get.”

As he grunted this in Jake’s hear, he felt a huge pain in his hole as the man slammed one last time inside him and flooded his intenstines with three or four days worth of hot sperm.

The pain was immense, but Jake felt a huge sense of achievement. He was no longer a boy, he was now a man. And he was ready to serve…

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Five days had gone by since Shelly had made Dan masturbate for her. Nothing further had been mentioned about him doing it again or when Shelly may allow her husband the pleasure of watching her with another man.

Dan kept checking his wife’s panties daily but had found no signs that she had been with a man during that time. He had shaved his genital region as Shelly had instructed and Dan was anxious to have his wife see that he had followed her orders.

As he had been instructed by his wife, Dan had also been abstaining from masturbation. He was getting extremely horny and was hoping that Shelly would soon make him masturbate for her again.

The next time that Shelly summoned Dan she was sitting on the couch wearing her robe. Shelly instructed her husband to take off his clothes. She had another test for him to prove he was worthy of the desires he was longing for.

Dan took little time in removing his clothes for his wife. She commended him when she saw his clean shaven pubic region. Shelly told her husband “I like how that looks. It even makes your cock appear to be bigger than it is.”

Shelly handed Dan a condom. After telling her husband she would let him know when to put it on she instructed him to sit in the chair directly in front of her. Just like the previous time Shelly told Dan that he was to sit with his hands to his side and not touch himself.

Dan had no idea what his wife had in mind for him but he was already getting aroused thinking about the possibilities. He was also wondering why she had given him a condom?

Shelly and Dan had not had sex in nearly six months. He began thinking how nice it would be to have that pleasure again.

As Dan sat looking at his beautiful young wife she put her feet up on the couch, pulled up her robe, and spread her legs. Shelly was wearing no panties and gave Dan a full unobstructed view of her hairy pussy. Dan’s cock quickly became fully erect and Shelly smiled as she said “I guess you still like looking at my pussy.”

When Shelly instructed Dan to put the condom on he thought “oh my god, maybe she is going to let me have sex with her.”

Dan stretched the condom down over his erect cock. He quickly realized Shelly had something else in mind besides sex when she said “now sit back with your hands at your side while I tell you a story.”

Even though Dan had found cum in Shelly’s panties and accused her of having an affair, up to this time she still had not admitted to anything. His wife began by saying “this story I’m going to tell you is not made up in any manner. Every bit of it and every detail is true.”

Shelly said “the story begins about three months ago at a bar. A young married woman was out with her girl friends. A male co-worker friend of the women was also there. The male co-worker and the married woman had been out to lunch together on a few occasions. They had gotten to know each other well on a personal basis and the woman had found herself growing attracted to the man.”

Shelly continued “when the married woman left the bar on that particular night her male co-worker walked with her to her car where they kissed. It wasn’t just a peck, it was a very passionate kiss. As they were kissing the woman could feel the man’s cock pressing against her. It was hard and she couldn’t resist rubbing him through his pants.”

As Dan listened Shelly went on. “Even though the woman was married she knew already that she wanted to do more than rub her friend’s erection. The two got in the back seat of her car where the woman unzipped her co-workers pants and took his cock into her mouth.”

Shelly said “the woman occasionally had sucked her husband but had only swallowed one time. That was very early in their relationship. The woman remembered how much she hated it and she never did it again. On this night when she was sucking her male co-workers cock it was all very different.”

Shelly continued “when the woman felt her co-workers cock begin throbbing with excitement she knew what was about to happen. She longed to have his semen in her mouth and she wasn’t going to stop. The woman kept her lips around the head and rapidly stroked Short links the base of his cock. Suddenly her co-worker began to ejaculate and as he filled her mouth with his warm delicious cum the woman was so turned on that she reached orgasm.”

Dan had been sitting quietly listening to the story and Shelly noticed that his cock was still fully erect. It was obvious that the story was her confession and her husband did not appear to be the least bit angry by what she was telling him. Shelly commented “it looks like you are really enjoying this story. Would you like me to continue?”

When Dan agreed that he was enjoying it and would like to hear more Shelly said “while you listen to the rest of this story I want you to very slowly stroke your cock for me. And I do mean very slowly. I don’t want you to get too excited too soon.”

As Dan began to stroke his cock Shelly set the pace for him by saying slowly “up, down, up, down, up, down.”

When she had Dan slowly stroking his cock in rhythm with her, Shelly was ready to continue. With her legs still spread wide for her husband’s pleasure she said “on the very following week the married woman again went to the bar with her girlfriends and the male co-worker. Just like the prior week when they were ready to leave the bar the man walked with the woman to her car.”

Shelly said “this time they immediately got into the back seat of the woman’s car where they began to passionately kiss and make-out. After a few minutes the woman undid the man’s pants and began sucking his cock. She would have again enjoyed having him fill her mouth with cum but on that night the woman wanted something else.”

Shelly continued on by saying “the woman had purposely worn a skirt that night as she knew if would make it easier for her to do what she was wanting. The woman moved into a position over the man with her back to him and her legs straddling his. She pulled her panties aside and as she lowered herself onto his lap his thick hard cock easily slid into her sopping wet pussy.”

As Dan listened intently to the story he was having a difficult time maintaining a slow pace for stroking his cock. His excitement had become more obvious by the pre-cum that was visible in the tip of the condom.

Shelly kept on telling her story. She said “the only other cock the woman ever had inside her was her husbands. As her co-worker’s cock entered her pussy she was surprised by how much larger it was from what she was used to. She moaned loudly as the length and the girth of the cock inside her pussy had her more turned on than she’d ever been.”

Shelly told Dan “after a few minutes of rapidly riding his cock the man pulled the woman tight against him. As she felt his large thick cock filling her pussy with cum she enjoyed an intense wonderful orgasm.”

Continuing on Shelly said “as the woman began to relax and enjoy the pleasure she’d received she realized her co-worker’s cock was still hard inside her. She never had that experience before and within a few seconds he again was thrusting his thick cock deep into her pussy. Over the next five minutes she squealed with pleasure. The woman enjoyed multiple orgasms as her pussy was fucked hard and filled with a second big load of cum.”

Shelly told Dan “as the woman drove home that night she realized that she’d just had the most incredible sex of her life. After that the woman has not been able to resist the pleasure. She has enjoyed having her co-worker fill her mouth or pussy with cum every time she has the chance.”

After finishing the story Shelly instructed Dan to stand in front of her and continue to stroke his cock in the same manner as he’d been doing. As Dan stood in front of his wife she told him “now I want you to start stroking it just a little bit faster.”

Shelly again set the pace she wanted by telling Dan “up, down, up, down, up, down.”

While Dan stood there masturbating his excited cock Shelly said there was a few more things she wanted to tell him. She spread her legs wide and said “I want you to first look at my mouth and then my pussy. As you look at them I want you to think about the Short link woman in the story and realize that you are looking at her mouth and pussy. Over the past few months her mouth and pussy have enjoyed another man’s cock inside each on multiple occasions. You now know the full truth.”

Dan could hardly contain his excitement at hearing his wife’s confession and said “oh my god, that turns me on so much. Thank you for telling me all those wonderful details.”

Shelly told Dan that since he had followed her instructions so well she had a very special treat for him. She said “even though I know you prefer to masturbate I hope you won’t be disappointed to let me help you this one time.”

Shelly instructed Dan to stop stroking his cock and move closer to her. To his complete surprise his wife gripped his cock at the base. As Shelly began to stroke her husbands cock she bent over and licked the head through the condom. She then looked up at Dan and asked “are you ready for your blow-job?”

After not having any sexual contact with his wife for months Dan couldn’t believe what Shelly asked him. He quickly replied “oh my god yes!”

Shelly told her husband “there’s just one thing that I want you to do. While I’m sucking your cock I want you to think about me doing it with my lover.”

Dan watched as his wife put her lips over the head of his cock. Shelly began to suck and rapidly stroke her husband. The pleasure was so intense for Dan that he could only control himself for about thirty seconds.

As Dan ejaculated while Shelly stroked and sucked his condom encased cock she could feel her husband’s warm semen squirting into the condom. She enjoyed knowing the pleasure she was giving him was causing him to fill the condom with a large load of cum.

Shelly continued until she had drained every last drop of semen from his cock. When his wife had finished she looked at the cum filled condom on Dan’s cock and said “oh my, just look at all that cum. You must have really enjoyed that blow job.”

Shelly told Dan “before I let you take all that delicious cream into your mouth and swallow it, I want you to also know that I enjoyed giving a blow job at lunch today. The only difference is there was no condom and I swallowed.”

After instructing Dan to empty the contents of the condom into his mouth Shelly enjoyed watching her husband swallow his own cum. She smiled at him and said “I think it’s wonderful that we both got our tummies filled with delicious cum today.”

Over the next week Shelly said nothing more to Dan about anything sexual. She also had still not given him any indication of when she may involve him with the man that she had so explicitly confessed to having sex with.

Dan again was checking Shelly’s worn panties daily and finding no indication that his wife had been sexually active. She had been out one night to the bar with her friends but even after that he found no signs of semen in her underpants.

Of course Dan now knew that Shelly wasn’t just having intercourse with the other man. She was also giving him blow jobs.

Dan was frustrated at not knowing what Shelly may be doing. The semen in his wife’s panties made it obvious when she’d had intercourse but unless she told him, he didn’t know if she had sucked her lover’s cock.

A few days later Shelly went out to do some shopping. Shortly after his wife returned she approached Dan. She instructed him to remove his clothes and told him “I’m in the mood to watch you play with your cock again.”

Dan was always happy to follow her instructions for that pleasure. As he removed his clothes he asked “so what got you in the mood?”

Shelly smiled and said “sometimes shopping just makes me horny so it seemed like a good time for it.”

By the time Dan had taken off his clothes he was already slightly aroused just from knowing he was going to get to masturbate for his wife. Shelly noticed his cock sticking out and commented “it looks like you’re anxious to play with yourself for me.”

Shelly then had Dan kneel directly in front of where she was standing and put his hands behind his back. She crouched down slightly and after spreading her legs his wife said “now press your nose into the crotch of my jeans and smell my pussy.”

As Dan got nearer to Shelly’s crotch he noticed the distinct aroma of cum. By the time he pressed his nose into her crotch his cock was standing fully erect. Shelly was grinning with pleasure as she said “I’m guessing this is what you’ve been waiting to smell.”

Dan inhaled deeply and moaned “oh god yes.”

As Shelly held Dan’s head against her crotch she said “I enjoyed so much having my lover fill me with cum that I thought I would be nice and let you enjoy it too.”

After allowing Dan a moment to enjoy smelling her crotch Shelly removed her jeans. She then laid on the floor and spread her legs.

The gusset of Shelly’s panty was wet from her own juices along with her lovers cum. To increase the anticipation for the pleasure Dan desired his wife instructed him to smell her through her panty.

As Dan smelled the wet crotch of Shelly’s panty she told him to beg her for what he wanted. After a few minutes of letting Dan plead and beg to taste her lover’s cum, Shelly pulled down the front of her panty.

Inside his wife’s panty Dan could see that the gusset was covered with thick slimy semen. Shelly smiled as she told her husband “lick my panties darling.”

Shelly took great delight and pleasure in watching Dan slide his tongue through her lover’s cum. She was getting so turned on by seeing her husband licking the cum from her panty that she was anxious for him to lick her fucked pussy too.

After completely removing her panty Shelly put her legs up and back over her head. As his wife spread her vaginal lips she looked directly at Dan and said “now eat my pussy sweetheart. Eat my pussy and enjoy my lover’s cum.”

Although there was only a small amount of cum left inside Shelly’s pussy it was obvious that it had recently been fucked. At seeing his wife’s used pussy Dan got even more aroused.

As Dan slid his tongue into Shelly’s slimy slit his wife moaned with pleasure and said “oh god yes, stick your tongue in deep and eat it out good. If you’re lucky you may still be able to taste my lover’s cock on my lips too.”

Shelly enjoyed multiple orgasms while Dan ate her recently fucked cunt. She didn’t let her husband stop until she was satisfied that he had completely cleaned her of cum.

With her legs still up and back over her head, Shelly spread her butt cheeks. She instructed Dan “now show me how much you enjoyed eating my lover’s delicious cum by jerking off for me and squirting your cum on my butthole.”

Dan was so turned on from licking the cum of his wife’s lover from her pussy that he didn’t jerk his cock long. After stroking himself about a half dozen times he groaned as he shot a huge load of cum between Shelly’s spread cheeks on her puckered hole.

Shelly said “oh god yes, I love how you jerk your cock and cum for me. Now use your finger and push your cum deep into my butthole.”

After Dan had done as his wife had instructed she told him “stick your tongue in my butt darling and eat your cum from my asshole.”

As Dan pushed his tongue deep into his wife’s butthole and eagerly ate his own cum Shelly squirmed with pleasure. His wife began to rapidly massage her clit and as she brought herself to orgasm she screamed “oh yes sweetheart, eat my butt!”

Over the next ten days Shelly came home on two more occasions after having sex with her lover. Both times she again allowed Dan the pleasure of licking the cum from her panty and her pussy.

Each time Dan was also made to masturbate for Shelly. Just like the first time he was instructed to squirt his cum on her butt and after fingering it into her butthole he ate it.

Although Shelly really loved having her husband eat her lover’s cum from her pussy, she also enjoyed making Dan eat his own cum from her butt too. It gave her an overwhelming feeling of power and control.

Shelly was satisfied by Dan’s reaction and responses to the instructions she had given him during the prior few weeks. She also truly believed he was sincere in his desire to watch her with another man. It had taken some time to get comfortable with the idea but Shelly was finally ready. The next time she and her lover had sex, she planned on letting Dan watch them.

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I was fed up with this. Once again George rolled over and turned his back to me. “Not tonight, babe,” he mumbled, “I had a rough day at the plant; I need to get some sleep.” Soon he was deep in slumber. I was wide awake.

I lay there, my frustration making me angry; just about every night it was pretty much the same story. I decided, while lying, frustrated, next to my husband, that I had to end these long spells of going without sexual relief.

I needed to find a substitute for my husband’s constant lack of interest in me. What made me more pissed was my knowledge that he was conserving his energy not just for work, but for his frequent bowling sessions with his pals. It was not fair; I was thirty-eight, not fifty-eight. I needed sex.

Just those days I had noticed that Andy, my 18-year-old son, seemed to be spending an awful lot of time in his room lately.

I wondered if something was wrong, or if he and his girlfriend had a fight that made him seem so depressed.

He hadn’t been karataş escort bayan out of his room all day, except to have breakfast and then, briefly, when I told him that lunch was ready. I decided that it was time for me to take some action, and that the two of us had to have a talk. I had no idea what it was that we had to talk about. I just knew that something was bothering him, changing his behavior, and that it had to be dealt with.

On one really, really hot summer day, I went to his door and started to tap gently, and then, thinking better of it, I simply reached down and turned the knob, opening the door part way.

He was laying on his bed, and he didn’t know that the door was open, or that I was there. What I saw, I couldn’t believe, but knew it to be true. Andy lay there naked on his bed, his legs spread wide.

His hand was wrapped around his hard dick, moving up and down slowly. I could see his impressive cock, sticking up in the karkamış escort bayan air, his hand slowly stroking it from the base all the way up.

In his other hand, he held a magazine up to his face, the pages folded over. I could see a picture on the page facing me. It was a picture of a busty naked woman with sexy armpits and a hairy pussy.

My son, Andy, was looking at a girlie magazine, and masturbating to the picture of the naked model who appeared to be in her 30s.

I wasn’t surprised, I wasn’t shocked, dismayed, or anything like that. I was excited! I stood there, looking at his penis hanging between his legs, and all I could think of was what his balls would feel like in the palm of my hand, in my mouth, or pressing against me as he fucked me.

I slowly moved in and the movement must have attracted his attention. He lowered the magazine and looked at me. In a frozen moment, he just stared, and then sprang into action. He sat kilis escort bayan up and dropped the magazine in one quick motion.

“Mom, I, uh —”

I smiled. I could see that he was red-faced and embarrassed. He looked at me, a look of terror on his face. Then, he seemed to notice that I was just not upset or angry with him.

“Andy, it’s OK,” I said, my voice betraying my sexual excitement. “It’s OK, baby, you can play with yourself. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in looking at pictures of naked women and masturbating to them.”

“Oh Andy, I know how young boys wanna see beautiful women. That’s the reason why stuff like Playboy and Penthouse sells and so many women pose for them. It’s so natural for boys to want to see women absolutely naked the way they pose in Playboy. It’s just so natural. Believe me that is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Tell me Andy, how often you masturbate,” I asked him.

“Once or twice every night and then all night on Fridays,” he said rather nervously.

“Andy, I want you to name five women worth seeing naked….the kind of women you’d love to watch naked if you have to masturbate.”

“Elizabeth Hurley, Maria Sharapova, Krista Allen, Racquel Darrian and Kyla Cole.

I was glad that he was talking freely to me now. I was wondering what I was gonna do next.

To be continued….

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Chapter 10

Alex should have canceled. That’s what she told herself over and over this weekend. Going to lunch with this woman was all but sealing her fate. She knew that.

But Quinn’s words from her office were stuck on repeat in her mind no matter what she did. No sense of logic could keep her from this lunch.

And that kiss. She had never had a kiss like that. Her whole body was still on fire that no amount of touching herself could satiate.

When she told Quinn that she was going out of town it wasn’t the complete truth. She often left the city on weekends to go to her family’s residence in the East Hamptons, but not usually this late in the year.

But self-preservation reared its head after that kiss, and she packed up and headed out as soon as her last meeting was done.

She thought some distance from the bustle of the city might clear her head of Quinn. But it became clear quickly that the still and quiet of the empty house just made her think about Quinn even more.

As she took her seat at the restaurant she’d chosen for them, she was more nervous than she could remember being in a long time. Though to be fair, Quinn was also different than any woman she’d met in a long time.

She still couldn’t believe Quinn had seen her perform, especially in that production. One that still meant so much to her.

You’re inspiring too, Alex. She repeated Quinn’s words from her office in her head. It just makes me want to bend over this desk for you.

Christ. The woman wasn’t even there yet and Alex could already feel her pussy throb.

Perhaps Courtney was right, and she should give in to her desire for Quinn. What harm could really come of it?

But then she pictured her father’s sneering face in her mind and knew exactly what would happen. He was bad enough in the meet and greet last week, acting as if Alex was the only reason Quinn even had a shot in New York. As if Quinn wasn’t a best-selling author in her own right.

Simon would use any whiff of a theater romance as reason not to promote Alex. It was almost as if he was challenging her to sleep with Quinn. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Then what was she doing here? The question kept rolling around in her head. She didn’t get lunch with random artists at the theater. Why was she even entertaining this?

Deep down though, Alex knew the answer to that question. She may be playing with fire, but she was there because she also wanted to get to know Quinn better.

Well, what she really wanted was to hear more deliciously dirty things from the brunette’s mouth. She wanted to see Quinn submit the way she promised in her office.

Before she could school her thoughts into the platonic ones she should be having, the door to the restaurant opened and her mouth went instantly dry at the sight of the woman coming in.

Quinn was wearing a simple white dress that flowed over her curves. The top of the dress was cut low and tighter than the rest, which gave Alex, and everyone, a healthy view of her cleavage. Her dark hair was down and cascaded over the thin dress straps and her pale shoulders.

She looked stunning but the only thing Alex could focus on was the woman’s lips, which were painted bright red. With her white dress and shoes, the red lips were the only color Quinn had on.

She smiled slowly when she saw Alex and swayed her hips knowingly as she walked over to the table.

“You look like you’ve never seen a woman in red before,” Quinn joked as she sat down at the table.

Alex had yet to stand up, say anything, or perhaps even blink. She shook her head ever so slightly as she watched the woman sit.

“You did that on purpose,” she said to Quinn with her eyebrow quirked.

“Mad about it?” Quinn smiled widely back at her.

Alex wanted nothing more than to tell Quinn exactly what she wanted to do with her blatant sass. How much she wanted to make another part of the woman red, preferably with her hand. But they were already treading dangerous waters and Alex had to maintain some semblance of professionalism.

“On the contrary, you look lovely, Quinn.”

Quinn’s eyes, which a moment before danced with humor and a challenge, were now looking at Alex softly.

“Thank you. You always look good.”

Alex loved how pale Quinn’s complexion was, illuminating even the softest of blushes. She was such an open book. Her emotions were always worn transparently on her face.

Alex reached to take a sip of her water so she had a reason to look away and not get lost in those beautiful eyes. Quinn was a near perfect specimen in every way—but it was those eyes that haunted Alex’s every thought.

“I didn’t ask if you were a vegetarian, but they should have some options of you are,” Alex said as she put down her water and picked up her menu.

She was acting like a nervous teenager and needed something to do with her hands even though she always ordered the same salad at this restaurant.

“I’ve noticed that you generally Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort don’t ask, you tell. But no. I’m not a vegetarian. Though I don’t eat fish.”

For a few moments Alex let her eyes linger on Quinn as the brunette browsed the menu. Each time she saw something that looked good, she let out a small hum. Normally that kind of thing would annoy Alex, but on Quinn it was charming.

“No fish?” she finally asked when Quinn looked up from her menu.

“I love fish. I even own some. They’re so cute. It’s too mean to eat them.”

It was official. Quinn was the cutest thing Alex had ever met. She couldn’t help but laugh at the statement.

“I have so many questions,” she said in a mockingly serious voice.

“Oh please, ask away.”

At that moment a waiter came up to their table to take their orders. After leaving their table, Alex turned her attention back to the beautiful brunette across from her.

“You have fish? Like Nemo? In a tank?”

Alex couldn’t fight the full out smile that reached her lips as she asked the question. She also couldn’t help but notice Quinn look at her lips as she did so.

“First of all, I’m honestly shocked you know who Nemo is.”

Alex faked offense. “I don’t live under a rock you know. I also know who Buzz and Woody are.”

Quinn let out an easy laugh before continuing. “Ok then. Yes, I have fish. Leo, Don, Raf, and Mike. I named them after the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”

“What if you got another one? You’re out of reptile siblings.”

“Already prepared. Splinter. Or April. Or Shredder. There are a lot of options,” Quinn said as she gave Alex an easy smile.

“Of course,” Alex laughed back. “Next question. Why is it mean to eat a fish but not the chicken you just ordered in your sandwich?”

“It’s not. I’ve just always loved fish. And I grew up spending summers on a farm. Something about being made to slaughter a turkey at the age of five takes some of the cuteness away.”

Alex looked horrified. “Five? Are your parents’ farmers?”

“Hardly. Just my grandparents. My parents like to act as if they’ve never seen a farm. But my sister Claire and I spent a lot of time there as kids when my parents were working over the summers.”

“Where is this farm?”

Alex found herself leaning forward on the table. She wanted to know more about Quinn, even these little details that made her who she was.

“About an hour outside of Seattle. It’s not big, they don’t have major livestock or anything. Just chickens, and goats and stuff.”

“And doomed turkeys.”

“And those poor, poor turkeys.”

Quinn stuck her bottom lip out in mock sadness and Alex had the urge to grab onto it.

“Are you close to your parents and sister?” she asked instead.

“Claire’s my best friend, well, besides Mikey. I got into some trouble a few years ago and they were my rocks. My parents,” she waved her hand in the air in dismissal, “not so much.”

Alex wanted to ask about the trouble she mentioned but didn’t want to pry. Besides, intrusive questions tended to be reciprocated and there were plenty of topics she didn’t feel like broaching over a nice, relaxing lunch with a beautiful woman.

The waiter brought over their food and for a moment they were both comfortably quiet as the dug into their respective dishes. Quinn hummed as she ate, lightly rocking her head back and forth as if she was listening to an amazing song with each bite. She only stopped when she looked up and noticed Alex watching her.

“Sorry, I just really love food. Bread was my kryptonite as a model.”

“I think I remember a chapter in your book called Bread.”

Alex realized after she said it that she just admitted to not only seeing Quinn’s show in the festival, but also having read her book too. The look on Quinn’s face indicated she was just as surprised by the admission, but she graciously let it slide.

“Now you know about my fish, which to be fair, is highly personal. Tell me something about you, Alex.”

“No fish,” Alex said as she took a sip of water.

“What about parents or siblings? I met your dad so I kind of know how that one is, but are you close with your mom?”

“She passed away.”

Alex looked down at her food and played with her fork before she looked back up at Quinn.

“But we were very close.”

“I’m so sorry Alex. How old were you?”

Alex didn’t want to talk about this, but she knew it would come up inevitably. Once she lost a parent, she realized just how often that topic came up with people. She knew from experience it was easier to just get it over with.

“College. It was breast cancer. Right after that production of Streetcar you watched. She got sick and I moved back in to take care of her.”

The mood was notably heavier now and Alex regretted not ordering a real drink before.

“Did you ever finish school?” Quinn asked, her food all but forgotten.

“Not at NYU for theater like I was. But I did get a degree in business while I was her caretaker.”

“Were you doing that alone? No brothers or sisters?”

Quinn’s eyes showed a compassion that would normally make Alex defensive. The line of questioning was making her fidget and uncomfortable, but there was something in the back of her head that urged her on and made her feel like Quinn was safe.

“No siblings. I’m pretty sure the first thing my dad did after I was born was go to a different floor of the hospital for a vasectomy. One child was enough for Simon Anders I can assure you. But my mom hated other people in her house, so I took care of her.”

“That must have been really hard to do on your own.”

“I wanted to be there.”

Alex never wanted anyone to think she was a victim of her mom’s cancer. She made the choice to drop out of NYU to take care of her and she never regretted that decision.

“I used the credits I was able to transfer and did online classes and night classes until I got a degree.”

Alex gently pushed her plate aside. Memories of that time essentially disabled her appetite. She was reminded of why she tended to keep conversations centered on other people.

“Did you go to college?” she asked Quinn in an attempt to veer the conversation off that painful topic.

Luckily, Quinn seemed to understand and didn’t press for more information.

“No. My parents thought it better to take advantage of the modeling offers I was getting at the time,” Quinn said.

“Did you want to go to college?” Alex asked, relieved the conversation was focusing on Quinn once again.

“At the time I guess I agreed with them. It was just so easy, and the money was good. I got caught up in the whole fashion machine. But looking back I wish I had thought about it more.”

She looked off at another table for a minute, lost in thought. Alex took the chance to admire her face. She had such expression etched into every pore.

“Everything in modeling is very fleeting. One wrong move or a pound too many gained, and it all comes crashing down. I guess I wish I had thought about what else I’d want to do if people valued me over how I look.”

She turned her attention back to Alex and grinned. “I sound like such a brat. Like life is so hard for me.” She laughed again but her usual light-heartedness didn’t reach her eyes.

“And what did mini Quinn want to be when she grew up?”

“A dolphin trainer.”

Alex felt her body warm at the silly comment.

“Really?

“No. Actually, I wanted to be a writer when I was a kid.”

“A writer?”

“I know, kind of stupid.”

Quinn looked down at her napkin and Alex noticed this was the most insecure the usually confident woman had looked since they met. She wondered who had made her so embarrassed about this particular dream.

“How is that stupid? You’re a best-selling author and now have an Off-Broadway show. Seems pretty fitting actually.”

Quinn’s head snapped up at that.

“Most people don’t see it that way. Most people think the book did well because no other model has really written so openly about high fashion. Plus, people are interested in me for a lot of reasons that have nothing to do with my writing. Even Mikey thinks this show is an opportunity to move more into the acting side of things.”

“But that’s not what you want?”

“No. I don’t know. Maybe. I like performing the show. But I liked writing it even more. And I’m just being myself in the show. That’s not the same as acting.”

She gave a small smile and shrug as she looked down at the napkin her anxious hands had torn apart as she spoke.

“Sorry, I don’t usually talk about this.”

“We can stop if you’re uncomfortable. You can tell me what your favorite fish is instead.”

“It’s ok.” She gave Alex a small smile before she went on. “I can’t really complain. I’ve had a good career and luckily still have offers coming in.”

She waved her hand in front of her in a way that said she was ready to move on to a new topic.

After more conversation they both stopped pretending they would eat any more and let the waiter take their plates. Without the dishes in the way, both women leaned in without even noticing it.

“While you were creepily stalking me on the internet, did you happen to notice that Courtney was in that NYU show with me?”

Quinn let out an exaggerated scoff and reached across the table to pinch Alex’s arm. Alex tried to not to focus on how warm her fingers felt.

“I was not stalking. I was doing my due diligence as an artist at your theater.”

Alex was legitimately laughing, and she couldn’t remember the last time she felt so carefree in a conversation.

“But no! I had no idea. I honestly didn’t recognize her at all. Who was she?”

“Stellaaaaaa!” Alex said as she raised her fist in the air.

“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize her,” Quinn said as she shook her head gently. “You guys went to school together?”

Alex nodded. “That’s where we started that theater group.”

“And there were never any sparks there?” Quinn asked as she flicked her eyes down to Alex’s lips.

For a moment, Alex was in a daze as she watched Quinn lightly slide her tongue across her bottom lip. She cleared her throat before answering since she didn’t trust her voice at this point.

“No,” she replied with her eyes transfixed on Quinn’s mouth. “We tried when we first met but it never clicked that way for us.”

Why was she whispering? And why was Quinn lightly biting her own lip?

Bringing her out of her trance was the waiter next to their table asking if they needed anything else. Sensing danger, Alex handed her card over without even looking at the bill.

Quinn didn’t argue but simply watched the waiter take Alex’s card before turning an intense gaze back on the blonde.

“Why didn’t it click with Courtney?”

“I like to be in control,” Alex replied.

“Clearly,” Quinn said with a smile as the waiter returned and handed Alex the card folder. She waited for him to leave the table again before asking her next question.

“And is Courtney a top too?”

“She likes to think she is.”

Alex could feel Quinn’s eyes on her as she signed the bill.

“Don’t you ever miss it?” Quinn asked.

“Sex with Courtney?”

“No smart ass. I meant, acting.”

Alex paused for a moment before answering.

“Nostalgia can be potent but it’s also very limiting. Being an actress was just one part of my life. This is a new one. One I’m very good at and passionate about. Maybe one day I’ll do something else, but for now I have certain goals I’m determined to make happen.”

Quinn looked at her like she wasn’t convinced but knew it was better not to push the topic.

“You’d be a good professor. You’re very good at the lecturing thing. Maybe that’s what’s next.”

“Cute,” Alex deadpanned back but a second later a small smiled slipped onto her lips.

“Besides writing, was fashion always something you were passionate about?”

Quinn gave a harsh laugh. “Definitely not. I just wanted my parents to leave me alone. They were always trying to get me into some extracurricular activity like my sister, but nothing ever took. They hated that all I wanted to do was hole up in my room and write poetry.”

“You don’t talk much about your beginnings in the show. How did you get into modeling?”

“I try to keep my family out of the show as much as I can. But a friend of my parents was a casting director in LA. When I was 14, he sent some school headshots I had done to some modeling agency looking for talent in local regions. Before you know it, I was taking professional shots with a Seattle modeling agency and going on jobs a month later.”

She spread her hands in front of her like becoming a successful model as a teen was the easiest thing in the world.

“I missed a lot of school, but my parents had an arrangement with the administration. I was able to take tests after school and on weekends to make up for any time I missed while on shoots.”

“The school agreed to that?”

“I guess everyone thought it would help maintain a more normal lifestyle than hiring a tutor. Plus, my parents couldn’t have afforded that unless they dipped into the money I was suddenly making. And they didn’t make that choice until years later.”

“Your parents took your money?”

Alex knew she was asking Quinn a lot of questions for what was supposed to be a casual lunch, but she was more and more intrigued by the woman the more time she spent with her.

Quinn’s show painted a fascinating picture of what it was like to be a young model, the highs and lows she experienced coming out to an industry full to the brim of queer people who cater to homophobic stakeholders in every corner, and what it meant to be judged as a commodity. But how she got to that place and the details of her home life and childhood weren’t talked about in the show. Nor was her personal life.

Alex wanted to know more about those sides of Quinn.

“From the age of 14-17 they took a percentage of every paycheck. I took over my own finances at 18 and cut them off from that revenue. It’s partly why there’s such a huge strain on our relationship.”

Her voice was tight and Alex felt her own first clench. She knew all too well what it was like to have a selfish, unsupportive parent and she hated that Quinn had to experience that.

“Did you ever enjoy modeling?”

“I guess it felt nice to finally get attention for something. I had tried to get my parents interested in my writing for years. But the moment I started to book modeling jobs they began putting up my various photos around the house, telling their friends about me and stuff. I guess it was nice to get some of the validation they usually reserved for Claire.”

“What about the show? Do you enjoy doing it?”

“I do. I love it. I love the energy from the audience. I love sharing this unique part of my history. Letting people get a glimpse into the fashion world. And I really love changing it. Writing new scenes and new concepts to make it fresh.”

Alex smiled at the sight of the dreamy look on Quinn’s face.

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