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I rubbed my clit with the thought of her tits bouncing out of her bikini top last weekend playing on a loop in my head, remembering fondly that her nipples were happily poking through. I was so wet on my bed, my legs splayed out rocking my hips. I let out a moan for her when I felt the itch succumb to a relieving orgasm, my body violently shaking my own tits. My nipples were so hard from my arousal and being naked on my bed after my shower. I day dreamt about her lips kissing and licking at them.

I wanted to fuck Ash so bad, I was willing to play the long game until her boyfriend fumbled her. I couldn’t stand the thought of him pumping her full of his seed and her squeezing her legs around his hairy body, begging his balls for more. Maybe I was just jealous and wanted him to fuck me like he was impregnating me too.

I started playing with my nipples again while lying in bed and nearly came again. I wanted her so bad, maybe I could sit on his cock for a moment or so.

Suddenly my phone rang, a photo of her as a sexy peach and me as a sexy mario flashed on my screen. I toyed with my left nipple before deciding to answer.

“Hello?” I said casually, trying not to sound like I just rubbed my clit to the thought of her.

“Oh my god Vi you’ll never believe what Steve did!”

“You should come over, I’ll make something to eat and you can tell me over dinner,” I said with devious intentions. I couldn’t even let her finish out of excitement.

I cleaned up my place quick and did my hair and makeup before starting to cook while she was on her way. I felt so horny I wanted to hump something so badly, I could have humped the couch.

By the time she got to my place I had soaked through my thong and balıkesir escort had to change into a crotchless thong instead. I heard her knock and straightened my tits in my cami and got the door, she was dressed casually. I wanted to bite her little ass in her yoga pants and eat her out from behind so badly. Her tits peeking through her cropped camisole were driving me nuts, I wanted to suckle on them so badly and drink her milk.

“Hi gorgeous come here!” I said pulling her against me and aiming for our nipples to touch, she kissed my cheek when I let go and began to delve into her story about Steven. He broke up with her because she can’t have a baby, and it had put too much strain on their relationship. I comforted her genuinely and ran my fingers through her hair, wishing she would lie back and let me fiddle around with her clit and get her to forget about him.

“I know what you can do to get over him” I said with a chuckle. “What? Anything to get my mind off of him it’s killing me.”

I cupped her face with my hand and pinched her nipple softly, she exclaimed, most likely in pleasure and surprise.

“You’re silly Vi, I don’t want to find someone to hook up with. I’d rather just spend more time with you!”

My heart sank, I wanted to be bold and vulnerable and tell her how I felt about her, how aroused she makes me every second.

“Well maybe you could do both,” I said looking down and back up sheepishly meeting her gaze.

“Who would I hook up with here?” Still not making the connection.

I pulled my cami up over my tits and let them bounce out freely. I immediately led my tit to her mouth and without hesitation she latched onto me, moving her tongue bartın escort around my nipple shooting euphoric sparks from my areoles to my clit. I moaned with pleasure and wiggled to take my pants off, her hands now massaging my boobs.

I cried out in pleasure as she pinched my other nipple while grazing her teeth on the one in her mouth. I bucked my hips up to her and reached for her clothes desperately.

“Slow down Vi,” she said, I was worried she had come to her senses.

Suddenly she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the perfect tits I’d seen before but had been too scared to stare at. She pulled me close and rubbed our nipples against each other, causing me to moan again ecstatically.

I helped her out of her pants and immediately started feeling my hands around her lower region. I’d never seen her crotch before, she was shaved and wet, her pussy juice glistening out of her seam.

I spread her lips with my mouth and rapidly licked around her clit in a circle, causing her to spread her legs and grab my head.

“Oh my god Vi your mouth feels so fucking good.”

I figured Steven could never lick her pussy as well, but I didn’t have a cock to blow a load in her.

I nibbled at her clit, kissing the inside of her labia and licking around in a zig zag pattern. I found her g spot near the base and pressed my tongue into it, moving it just slightly to drive her crazy.

By now she had her legs wrapped around my head and I just wanted to lie on the bed and have her ride my face.

“What about you? We need you to orgasm too!” This delighted me, I pulled my pants off revealing my freshly shaved cunt. We climbed further onto the bed and I climbed on batman escort top of her, my right leg between hers so that our tits and pussy lined up. I was so horny I was playing with my own nipples when she wasn’t.

I started rubbing our clits together and she gasped, her hands shakily reaching up to my face to pull me towards her. I kissed her lips and licked her bottom one before sucking it into my mouth with my teeth, I could feel her gasping and ground my clit on her in circles. A whiny moan escaped her lips and I almost slipped and came right then and there.

Our pussies were getting so wet, our juices mixing together in sexual harmony. I wonder if she missed having a cock in her or if she liked how I felt on her instead.

“Suck on my tits Vi it feels so good, I want to cum with you on my tits.” Without hesitation I was toying her nipples with my tongue, my hands taking over the other titty not engulfed by my mouth. I felt my orgasm start to come on strong, a tingling feeling in my groin that grew and grew until I was humping at her crotch like a horny fiend, screaming out in pleasure and pinching her nipples. She spread her legs open so I was straddling her cunt, rubbing my pussy on hers in a frenzy as we both started to orgasm. I felt her pussy pulsate and soak my own and I lost it. I had finally made Ash cum and I got to cum on her, our juices mixing with one another. Maybe steven would fuck my juices deep into her cunt later.

“Violet oh my,” she gasped as her orgasm subsided and she was left out of breath on my bed, “I didn’t know I could cum like that.” I removed myself from on top of her and caressed her body as I moved to sit next to her. We were enjoying the silence catching our breaths when a knock on the door startled us.

“Oh no,” she said, “I hope he hasn’t followed me here!”

I felt a swelling feeling in my pussy, maybe Steven would let me watch them have make up sex. I’d love to sit and watch him pump her full of seed while rubbing myself off.

To be continued…

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“Where in the hell is my cell phone?” I’m rummaging through my bag, trying to find the damn thing. Just as I find it, it stops ringing.

It’s my mother, of course. I don’t know why she insists on these monthly family dinners. I could be at home with my feet propped up on my couch, with a glass of wine, watching 911 reruns.

Instead, I’m being forced to endure these long dinners.

My mother is determined for the family to stay connected, as if dinners with all of us are going to make all the drama go away.

Just as I’m about to put the key in the door, it bursts open. It’s my little sister, Sapphire. She pulls me into the living room.

“September, girl, you are not ready for this one. Ma has got a new man, bitch!”

I grab the glass of wine from her and take a sip as I kick off my shoes. We settle onto the couch to gossip.

“Sapphire, what the fuck are you even talking about, and who is this man?”

I don’t have to wait long because in comes my brother, Andre. He sits on the floor in front of us with a beer in hand.

I notice both my siblings drinking, and I don’t want to be left out, so I hand Sapphire her glass back.

“Let me go get my own drink and see who this man is you’re talking about.”

Andre looks up. “Oh, Sapphire didn’t tell bayburt escort you about his daughter, huh?”

I look at him like he’s crazy because if my mama invited his daughter, I know it’s serious.

I head into the kitchen and I see my mother taking the mac and cheese out of the oven.

“Do you need any help with that, Ms. Stevens?”

I turn my head to the voice, and the woman standing before me smiles in my direction. She extends her hand to introduce herself.

I take her hand. “Hello, I’m Samirah. You must be September. Nice to meet you.”

I look her up and down and smile. “Nice to meet you as well.”

Just then, my mother clasps her hands together. “Well, now that all the introductions are out of the way, come help me set this table, Tember.”

I cringe. Only my mother can get away with calling me that.

I hear a slight chuckle, and it’s the sexiest sound I have ever heard. “Aw, that’s cute, Tember, short for September.”

I shoot her a pleading look. She walks past me and bumps me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t call you that.” Then she whispers, “If you ask me nicely.”

I raise my eyebrow at her. She winks and goes to help my mother set the table.

I walk back to the living bilecik escort room where Andre and Sapphire have pulled up 911. “Shit, now it’s my usual Friday night.”

My siblings both groan. “We know.”

“All you do is sit at home. You need to get out of that house some of the time,” Andre complains.

I suck my teeth. “Whatever.”

I hear my mom’s voice call us to the table.

I’m babysitting my second glass of wine when my mother’s eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning. She jumps from her seat and runs into the arms of this mysterious man.

I watch my mother kiss this man in a way I’ve never seen before. He turns around and looks at me. “You must be September. It’s so great to finally meet you. I’m Desmond. I’ve heard so much about you. Your mom can’t stop bragging about you and your brother and sister.”

I smile back at him. He has a kind face, and my mother seems happy, so that’s all that matters to me. So I return his warm greeting. “It’s so nice to meet you as well, Desmond.”

The rest of the night is pleasant but for the most part, uneventful.

Sapphire and I sneak outside to light up and finish the night off with a nice buzz. Just as we’re sitting back, reminiscing about our childhood, Samirah comes bingöl escort and sits next to us.

“I hope I’m not interrupting you guys, but could I please get in? Your mom and my dad are just about fucking in the living room, and your brother already made his departure.”

We look at her with pity, and Sapphire passes her the blunt. We all settle back into our seats.

Hours seem to pass, and we haven’t realized how much time has gone by. Sapphire looks at her watch.

“Shit, ladies, I have to go. I have work in the morning.”

I kiss my sister good night and shut my eyes.

Suddenly, I feel like I’m being watched, and I open my eyes to see Samirah staring at me with half-open eyes. She smiles at me slightly and opens her mouth partially and runs her tongue along her teeth before handing me the blunt back.

She stands up and stretches, allowing her body to relax into the stretch. I’m mesmerized by the way her body shifts and her shirt lifts just slightly, revealing her bare skin.

I take her in. She is actually gorgeous with a close cut, dyed deep brown, that matches her complexion perfectly. She has a bohemian quality to her that’s kind of alluring.

What’s most alluring is how appealing this all is to me, especially since I’m not into women. It was just something about her.

She pats my leg. “I should be going too. Let me get your number.”

We exchange numbers, and for some reason, I’m excited to wait for her call.

As she’s walking away, she says in a way that turns me into mush, “I find you attractive too, Tember.”

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Sometimes I like to give myself a treat, y’know, give myself a break from all the hustle and bustle of college life. I call it Me Time, and time is the operative word, because I give myself all the time I need.

When I decide to pamper myself, I make sure my schedule is clear, and the phone is off the hook. The last thing I want is to be interupted – it kills the mood.

I will start out by taking a long, hot, steamy shower…the kind that leaves me lobster red. I spend lots of time shampooing, even more time conditioning, and I pay extra special attention to myself with my loofah.

After I wet myself down, I stand in the hot stream, and let the water wash away my tension. I lean against the wall, and feel my nipples harden against the cool tiles. I pick up the bottle of shampoo, and give myself a generous squeeze.

I love to massage my scalp when I wash my hair. It’s is so relaxing to feel pressure on your head, with the combined effects of the hot water and the sweet clean smell of the shampoo. I lather the suds deep into my skin, from the roots to the tips. I even take a handful of suds bitlis escort and rub it between my legs.

I rinse away all the suds and start with the conditioner. Conditioner makes my hair so beautifully soft and smooth. Once it’s in, I loofah my legs, gently scrubbing and sudsing myself. I pay extra attention to areas that tend to get rough or dry, like my knees and my ankles. Then I grab my shaving cream and apply it, all the way up.

When I shave, I do it slowly, with purpose. No nicks, and no missed hairs. I love for my legs to be soft and smooth, even if the hairs are blonde and practically invisible.

I finish shaving one leg, run my hands all over to make sure I didn’t miss anything, then start on the other one. I don’t mind taking a long time, because I have given myself this time to relax, and pay attention to myself.

After the other leg is done, I take a handful of shaving cream, and lather my pussy. All over my mons, around the bikini line, and especially my lips.

I start on one side and work my way down and across. I leave a strip down bolu escort the center. Sometimes I’ll be in the mood to shave it all off, and be totally bare, and other times, I like to keep it there. It all depends on a variety of factors, like who I’m with at the time, what he likes, and if I want to deal with growing it back.

Each of my lips are carefully shaved. I love when my lips are soft, smooth, and hair free. I swear they feel more puffy and inviting when they’re hairless. I also lather around my asshole…I like that hair free too.

When I’m done, I rinse off, and inspect myself. If I feel any need, I make some touch ups, then temporarily retire the razor and grab my loofah.

I squirt more of my soap onto it, and begin to scrub my belly and sides. I reach around to my butt cheeks and my back, then come back around to my breasts. I pay them extra special attention. I love to get them all soapy and slick, and rub them with my hands. I get distracted and slip a hand to my pussy, running my fingers up and down my smooth slit, then I gently rub my clit. Sometimes, burdur escort when I’m really horny, I’ll squeeze some shampoo on a finger, and rub it around my asshole. The sensation of rubbing my clit and teasing my tight hole are often too much, and I cum quickly with a finger knuckle deep.

I return to the task of washing myself, and I rinse off my body, my hair, and I simply stand under the flow of the water. The rushing heat and steam rising off me are intoxicating.

When I step out of the shower, I wrap myself in a fluffy towel, then I start to dry off. Before I’m completely dry, I wrap my hair in my towel, and stand before my mirror, naked. I squeegee my mirror so I can properly see myself, then I open the cabinet and pull out the bottle of body oil. I give myself a generous amount, and rub it between my hands. I lift the first leg and rest it on the edge of the tub, and I begin to massage the oil into my damp skin. I get both legs, move up to my belly, sides and back. I always get my arms and neck, then my breasts, then my mound. I love the feel of the oil on my lips, and I rub it in well.

My pussy is at it’s softest and smoothest right after one of my favorite kind of showers, and once I’m nice and dry, I go to Literotica, and get wet all over again.

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Maria wore a skirt to work today just for him. All night she had thought about him and what he had asked her to do. The thought of bring herself off for him in her office was enough to make her sopping wet.

It was a busy day at the office, with tons of things to be done, but always in the back of her mind was him and what she was going to do. That thought alone had her aroused and wet all day. She found herself squirming in her chair anytime she sat down and the urge to slid fingers under her skirt was torturing her. More than once during the morning, she caught her hand straying to her crotch and her employees looking at her curiously. With heat rising in her face, she barked out orders a bit rougher than she intended.

Finally, around lunch time, she got a few minutes to go to her office and shut the door. Collapsing into her chair from exhaustion and anticipation, she immediately placed her hand under her skirt to rub her clit. By now her panties were soaking from the anticipation that had been running through her body all day. She reached across the desk to log onto her computer, quickly locating his last email. The one he had sent last night, describing what he wanted her to do today. She then pulled up her media player, inserted a CD and let the music play, knowing that this was not going to go quietly. She was already so aroused that the slightest touch would probably send her over the edge. Amazed at how just the thought of doing something so “naughty” was making her ache.

Sliding her chair away from the desk, she stood with knees trembling and removed her panties tossing them bursa escort on the floor. Sitting back into her chair, she placed one foot on the door, since the lock was broken and draped the other over the corner of her desk. As she started to read his email, she opened a few buttons on her blouse and slid her hand inside, under her bra. Taking a nipple between her thumb and fore finger, she gently pinched and rolled the nipple between her fingers. Occasionally, stopping to hook a pinky in the ring and pull slightly. Moving her other hand down to her pussy, she begin to stroke her clit, feeling the moisture and smelling the aroma of sex fill the room.

Already tremendously aroused, a moan escaped from between her lips, as she flicked at her clit, sending razor sharp blades of passion down her spine. Taking her clit between two fingers, she began to stroke faster as the other hand pinched harder on a nipple. By now, she could feel sweat rolling down her back and her breath coming faster.

She let go of her nipple and brought her hand down to her pussy, inserting two fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. Wiggling and slamming her fingers deeper into her pussy, she increase the pace of her fingers on her clit. She could already feel her climax building, her fingers rubbing hard over her most sensitive area as the other hand fucked her cunt with wild abandon. She was so close to cumming, yet craving more. Wanting to feel her self filled, she looked around the room. Eyes glazed with lust, she spotted a flashlight on the file cabinet. She had brought it to work days earlier çanakkale escort when they were having problems with the electricity.

It was a cold black metal flashlight, at least 8 inches long and at least 5-6 inches around. Jumping up from the chair, she reached for the flashlight. With the flashlight in one hand and the other still rubbing her clit, she sat back down in the chair and slide back to give herself more access to her pussy. Without any further thought to where she was or what she was doing, she rammed the flashlight deep into her cunt, feeling it stretch the walls, filling her beyond imagination. The cold feel of it only heightening her pleasure, bringing forth yet more moans. Panting and moaning, she worked her fingers faster over her clit, feeling the nub there harden and swell. Pushing the flashlight in and out of her cunt, keep time with the other hand, sending herself over the edge.

She could feel the tension in her body building and clamped her teeth together hard to keep from screaming out. She began to increase the pace, slamming the flashlight hard into her pussy, taking almost all of it inside of her. She started to roll her clit back and forth between her fingers, applying more pressure. Fucking herself harder now, she began to feel the spasms start deep inside her cunt, she could feel the walls of her cunt tightening on the flashlight, almost forcing it out. She gripped it tighter, holding it firm as she continued to ram it into herself. Suddenly, her whole body was taken over by savage trembling and the air caught in her throat. çankırı escort She could feel the moisture oozing out of her cunt as her clit became so sensitive it was almost painful to touch. She still didn’t stop, completely unable to control her body or herself. She rode out her climax until her entire body was drenched in sweat and her legs were trembling so hard they were shaking the desk. Then and only then did she stop ramming the flashlight into her pussy and relaxed the pressure to her clit.

Throwing her head back, the strands of her red hair falling out of the carefully maintained bun at the back of her head, she collapse in her chair reveling in the feel of the waves rushing over her. Lying back savoring the feelings coursing through her body, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, completely spent.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, startling her and causing her heart to racing again.

“Maria, we need you at the front, one of the patients are complaining about the wait”

Instantly Maria jumped up from her desk, terrified that this person would open the door and find her there with her shaved pussy exposed for all to see, glistening with sweat and the juices from her climax just moments before.

“Coming,” she croaked out.

She pulled the flashlight from her pussy with trembling hands, as her body continued to shake with the remains of her orgasm and the fear of being caught. She dropped the flashlight into a drawer, grabbed her panties and stepped into them. She rapidly fixed her hair then reached up to button her shirt, giving each of her nipples one last pinch, before starting out the door.

The smell of sex hovered in the air as she opened the door and stepped out. With a smile on her face, she placed a finger in her mouth to taste herself, as she moved off to take charge of the situation. Once more the calm cool business woman.

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Joan tentatively rang the doorbell of the rectory. She tried her best to display a neutral expression on her face. However, she was feeling extremely jittery after what had happened in the confessional that afternoon.

Having assumed that it was crotchety old Father O’Connor sitting in the priest’s compartment, Joan had talked about sexual fantasies and masturbation. And – in the hopes of getting fired from her after-school job at the rectory – Joan had even taken out a small vibrator and masturbated. She had shamelessly brought herself to a sinful orgasm right there in the confessional.

However, much to her surprise, when the privacy screen had slid back, it was not Father O’Connor who had been listening to her confession. The unfamiliar young face of Father Ben had watched Joan as she came down from her orgasm.

Of course Joan had been completely humiliated. But after talking with the new substitute priest for a little while, Father Ben had convinced Joan to keep her part-time job cooking and cleaning at the rectory – at least while Father O’Connor was still recovering in the hospital.

Her stomach flip-flopped as she heard the clicking of the deadbolt being unlocked. The door swung open and there was Father Ben. “Nice to see you again Joan. Come on in,” he warmly greeted her.

“Thanks Father,” Joan said shyly. She still could not forget the incident in the confessional. She crossed the threshold and entered the rectory.

Father Ben must have had the airconditioning turned up rather high. Joan shivered. With it being almost summer, she had not bothered to bring a sweater or a jacket. She began to get goosebumps on her arms. But what concerned her more was that she could feel her nipples becoming erect under her blouse. The material of her bra was thin and flimsy. She hoped Father Ben would not notice.

“I’m really glad that you decided not to quit this job,” said Father Ben as they entered the kitchen.

“Thanks for not firing me after … you know … what I did earlier today,” Joan mumbled sheepishly as she lowered her gaze. “I can’t believe you still want me to work for you.”

“We all make mistakes,” Father Ben said benevolently. “I very much believe in second chances.” He took a step toward Joan, reached over and placed his hand on her upper arm. “I mean, I would have appreciated it if someone had given me more second chances when I was younger.”

Not expecting the sudden touch, Joan took an instinctive and awkward step backwards. As she did this, she clumsily bumped into the kitchen table. As it wobbled on its uneven legs, an apple tumbled down. It had been on top of a pile of fruit in a wooden bowl. The apple rolled across the table toward them.

“Look at that, an appetizer,” Father Ben joked as he picked up the red piece of fruit and handed it to the flustered teenager. He then reached across the table and grabbed a peach for himself.

“Oh … no …” Joan stammered.

“What, you don’t like apples? Would you like a banana instead.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just … I don’t eat here. I normally just come in, cook Father O’Connor his dinner, do some housework and then leave. My mother usually has a plate waiting for me in the refrigerator when I get home.”

“So you eat a cold dinner every night?” Father O’Conner bit into the peach. Joan watched as a little bit of juice dribbled down his chin.

“I mean, on the evenings that I work here, yeah. I’ll have a cold dinner later on at home.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to join me for dinner if you’d like. I don’t know about you, but I don’t particularly like to eat alone.” He took another bite out of the peach. He sucked up the juice that was dripping out of the flesh of the fruit. “And I’m certainly not going to finish that entire bowl of fruit.” He pointed toward the kitchen table. “So you may as well help yourself.” He looked down at the apple that she was holding.

“Thanks Father.” Joan took a hesitant bite out of the apple. It was sweet and crisp. Father Ben watched her as she swallowed. “Mm, it’s really good.” She took another bite.

The young priest smiled at her. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.” It was a lame and cliched proverb. But when Father Ben said it, Joan could not help but giggle a little.

What’s wrong with me, she silently chastised herself. He’s a priest for christ’s sake. He’s not flirting with me, she firmly told herself.

“So Father, what do you want me to make you for dinner?” Joan made her way across the kitchen and swung open the door of the refrigerator. She took another bite out of the ruby red fruit.

“I just arrived here this morning. I don’t even know what ingredients I have.” Father Ben stood behind Joan and looked over her shoulder into the refrigerator.

“Well, there’s some shrimp. And lots of veggies. I could cook a stir fry … I guess.”

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic about that,” Father Ben observed as he sucked the last bit of flesh off of the peach pit. He tossed the large seed into çorum escort a trash bin next to the counter.

“Honestly Father, cooking isn’t exactly my favorite thing to do. But it’s my job,” Joan stated matter-of-factly.

“If you don’t like cooking, then how are you planning on feeding yourself when you move out of your mother’s house?”

“Order take out …” Joan reluctantly admitted.

“And is that what you would prefer to do right now?” he asked with mock sternness. “Order take out?”

“Yeah …” Joan scrunched up her nose as she guiltily cringed.

Father Ben let out a loud long laugh. He shook his head, but he was obviously amused by Joan’s candor. “And what exactly is your favorite take out? What’s your vice?”

“Pizza.”

“And would you like to order us some pizza for tonight?”

“Yes please,” Joan nodded. However, she then said, “But it’s my job to come here and cook.”

“It’s up to you,” Father Ben said. “You can either cook us a stir fry or order us a pizza. I’ll let you make that choice.”

“Pizza!” Joan tossed her apple core into the garbage and then grabbed the receiver of the phone hanging on the kitchen wall.

Father Ben pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, flipped it open and slid out a credit card. He handed it to Joan. “When the pizza gets here, you can pay for it with this.”

“Sure, thanks.” Joan dialed the number for the nearest pizzeria. She then glanced down at the lettering printed on the card. “Hey, isn’t this Father O’Connor’s credit card?”

“Yeah. Because I’m taking care of his parish for him, I’m putting all expenses on his card. The diocese will reimburse him when he gets out of the hospital.”

“Oh … okay.” That’s a rather odd explanation, Joan mused. But she did not ask anymore questions on the subject. As the employee of the pizzeria picked up, Joan turned to Father Ben and asked, “Hey, what do you want on your pizza?”

“Ham and pineapple.”

“Ugh, that’s vile!” Joan exclaimed.

“Just tell them to put it on half of the pizza. On the other half, get whatever you want.” Once again, Father Ben shook his head at Joan’s silly behavior.

As Joan relayed their order over the phone, Father Ben reached up and opened a cabinet above the sink. He pulled out two glasses. He then opened up a tall narrow cupboard next to the refrigerator and retrieved a decanter of wine. He poured himself a glass.

“And what would you like to drink this evening, Miss Hubert?” he asked as Joan hung up the phone.

“Are you asking me what would I actually LIKE to drink? Or are you asking me what I SHOULD be drinking?” She placed a hand on her hip, narrowed her eyes and gave him a cynical look.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m only eighteen. You know I’m not legally old enough to drink alcohol.”

“Yes, I am well aware of that fact. But I also know what kind of antics you teenagers get up to. Don’t let the costume fool you.” He gestured at the clerical collar situated around his neck. “Believe it or not, I used to be quite rebellious in my youth.”

Joan smirked at the idea of the young priest actually doing anything disobedient or forbidden. But then again, he was offering her alcohol.

“And I find it really hard to believe that an eighteen year old girl – whose willing to touch herself in a confessional – has never had a drink before in her life.”

Joan blushed and looked down as she was reminded of her earlier behavior. “I do like wine coolers,” she confessed. “My friends and I usually drink them at parties. But I don’t normally drink actual wine.”

“Wine is an acquired taste. You can try a glass if you’d like. But it’s totally up to you. You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to. I think I saw some milk and juice in the refrigerator.”

“No,” Joan said quickly. “I’ll have a glass of wine.”

Father Ben seemed to smile approvingly as he picked up the bottle and poured the burgundy fluid into the second glass. He handed it to Joan.

Before taking a sip, she asked, “Isn’t this a sin?”

“Why? All over the world, the legal drinking age is eighteen in most countries.” He swirled the contents of the glass and inhaled the scent.

“But not in this country,” Joan pointed out.

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” he whispered.

“It’s a deal,” Joan laughed as they clinked glasses.

She took a sip. The taste was a little strong, but not unpleasant.

“Normally I would drink a wine that’s more dry.” Father Ben took a sip. “But I figured that a teenage girl would prefer something a little more on the sweet side.” Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Would you mind getting that, Joan? That must be our pizza.”

Joan paid for the pizza with Father O’Connor’s credit card. She made sure to give a generous tip to the delivery boy and returned to the kitchen.

Father Ben had begun to set the table in the dining room. She noticed that he had not put their place settings across the table from one another. denizli escort Rather, they were adjacent to each other perpendicularly at the corner of the table. So that, when seated, Joan and Father Ben would more or less be sitting side by side at a right angle.

As she entered the dining room, Father Ben smiled at her and sat down at the head of the table. Joan put their pizza down a few inches from their plates and glasses. She took her seat to the left of Father Ben.

Father Ben opened the cardboard box. Heat, steam and an enticing salty smell wafted out. He began to reach for a slice.

“Uh … shouldn’t you say grace first, Father?” she reminded him.

“Of course,” Father Ben smiled. “I was just testing you,” he quipped as he clasped his hands, closed his eyes and bent his head. “Heavenly Father, for what we are about to receive, we are truly grateful. Amen.” He then made the sign of the cross.

“Good job, Father. Real original,” Joan said dryly as she rolled her eyes.

“Do you think you could do better?” he challenged.

Joan brought her hands together and boisterously recited, “Rub-a-dub-dub! Thanks for the grub!” She then rubbed her palms together and said, “Let’s eat!”

“And you think THAT was original?” Father Ben looked unimpressed. “I remember watching Bart Simpson say that particular ‘blessing’ years ago. That Simpsons episode probably first aired before you were even born. That’s how old that joke is.”

“So?” she irreverently shot back. “I still can’t believe you like these toppings. I mean, what kind of a sociopath likes pineapple on their pizza?” Joan teased as she grabbed a slice from her side of the pie.

“And what did you order? Plain cheese and pepperoni? I would have expected something far more adventurous from a girl like you. Mushrooms, green peppers, maybe some black olives …”

“Black olives? Ew!” Joan made a disgusted face as she bit into her slice.

“Maybe some spicy Italian sausage. You know, you shouldn’t turn your nose up at trying new things,” Father Ben lectured.

“But I am trying new things.” She gave him a cheeky grin as she picked up her glass of wine and took a big gulp.

“Hey, take it easy! I can’t get you drunk and then send you back to your mother’s house.”

Taking another swig, she looked over the rim of her glass at Father Ben. “What if I didn’t go back to my mother’s house tonight?” Then, taking a deep breath, she asked, “What if I spent the night … here?”

Father Ben momentarily put down his pizza and wiped his greasy fingers on a napkin. He turned to his left to look at her. “And why on earth would you want to spend the night at the rectory, Joan?”

Joan silently shrugged her shoulders. She drank more of her wine until her glass was empty. She set it down. Father Ben promptly refilled it. Joan did not object.

“Father, did you ever have any girlfriends before you decided to become a priest?”

Father Ben laughed sheepishly as he looked down. “Yes, a few.”

Joan took another sip. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. “So … you’re not a virgin then?”

“Oh my goodness, Joan!” he said incredulously. But then letting out a heavy sigh, he answered, “No, I’m not a virgin.”

“But isn’t that a sin?”

“I wasn’t a priest at that time.”

“But isn’t premarital sex a sin?” she countered.

“Where in the bible does it say that premarital sex is a sin? Please, take out your bible and show me.”

“I don’t read the bible. You know I’m an atheist,” Joan retorted. Then, in her tipsy state, a funny thought occurred to her. “Isn’t it ironic?”

“What’s ironic?”

“You’re a Catholic priest. But you’ve been sexually active with multiple women. And I’m an atheist. But I’m a virg…” Suddenly Joan stopped herself as she realized what she was saying. She immediately clamped her mouth shut as a blush began to creep across her cheeks.

“You’re a what?”

“Nothing!”

“No, what were you going to say, Joan? You’re an atheist, but you’re also a … what?” Father Ben picked up his glass and took in a long leisurely mouthful of wine. He let the liquid linger in his mouth, bathing his tongue, before finally swallowing it.

“No, nothing. It’s not important,” Joan mumbled as she looked down at her plate.

Father Ben raised a mischievous left eyebrow and smiled at her. “Were you going to say that you’re a … virgin?”

“Yeah,” Joan whispered.

“And is that something to be embarrassed about?”

“Yes!” Joan blurted out. “I’m eighteen. It’s super embarrassing!”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s not like I’m saving myself for marriage. I’m not religious or anything.” Distressed, Joan twisted a napkin between her fingers. “I’m going off to college in the fall. I don’t want to be a virgin when I start college.”

“Joan, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin while you’re a college student. Frankly, I think it’s kind of nice that you’re still a virgin.”

“You would,” Joan düzce escort said bitterly.

“I just really like the fact that, despite the bad girl image you try to portray, there’s still a sweet innocence about you. You try to act naughty, but you’re still uncorrupted.”

“Ugh! Make me gag!” Joan took a large drink of her wine. “That’s the lamest corniest thing that I’ve ever heard.”

“It might be lame,” Father Ben conceded. “But I’m glad that you’re still a good girl at heart.” Then he jokingly added, “Pure and unsullied.” He spoke in a mock voice, meant to sound high class and pretentious.

“Ew, stop it!” Joan squealed in disgust. She slapped him across his arm as she protested, “That’s so gross!”

In jest, Father Ben lightly hit her back as he laughed, “I’m just surprised and impressed that your virtue is still intact.”

“Stop talking about my ‘virtue!'” Joan drunkenly giggled as she grabbed the sleeve of his black shirt. She tried to get in a harmless playful punch. He grabbed her wrists and jerked her toward him. Joan squirmed, trying to get away. But the more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. He pulled her nearer to him. Joan looked up at his face. He looked down at her and grinned.

Maybe it was all the wine. Maybe it was Joan’s rebellious streak. Maybe it was how taboo the whole situation was. But for whatever reason, Joan tilted her face up toward Father Ben’s. She boldly kissed him on the mouth.

Father Ben did not immediately kiss her back. But neither did he pull away. He remained still as Joan pressed her lips to his. She sensed his lips slowly parting. So she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Right away she could feel his tongue wrap around hers,. It slid back and forth against her soft sensory organ.

Father Ben let go of Joan’s wrists and placed his hands around her waist, pulling her tightly against himself. Joan put her left hand against his chest. Her right hand made it’s way over his shoulder and came to rest on the back of his neck.

The next thing she knew, his tongue was now invading her mouth. He aggressively plundered her warm wet orifice. His hands made their way down to her hips and his fingers dug into the flesh of her curves. He kissed her harder. The stubble on his chin scratched the sensitive skin of her face. His tongue was roughly thrusting deeper into her mouth toward her throat.

She could not breath. She tried to pull away to get some air. But he would not let her go. He pulled her closer. She placed her hands against his upper chest to try to push him away. She pushed with all of her might. Suddenly, he sharply bit her lower lip.

“Ow!” Joan cried. “That hurts! You’re too rough!”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he panted.

“No! Not like this!” Joan exclaimed.

Father Ben let go of her and Joan shifted away from him on her seat. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts. Her feelings of arousal and the copious amounts of wine had clouded her head. She looked up at young clergyman.

“You’re a priest! You’re not supposed to do things like that!”

“Joan, you kissed me,” Father Ben pointed out.

“Yeah, but aren’t you supposed to reject my advances? Didn’t you take vows of celibacy?”

Father Ben sat back in his chair and folded his hands in his lap. His whole demeanor seemed to change. Just a moment ago he seemed so confident and aggressive. But now he appeared to be apologetic and nonthreatening. He looked almost contrite.

“Yes, you’re absolutely right. I’m so sorry Joan, please forgive me! You’re a very attractive young woman. Getting so much attention from a beautiful girl like you, I couldn’t help it. I guess I had a moment of weakness.” He lifted his glass to his lips and drank a little more wine.

Joan was silent for a moment. She was struck by Father Ben’s words. “A very attractive young woman?” “A beautiful girl?” Was that true? Did he really think that about her?

While Joan certainly did not think of herself as ugly, she had never considered herself to be a raving beauty. She was not exactly unhappy with her appearance. But she had always considered herself to be rather plain looking. She did not get a ton of attention from the boys at school. And she had never really had a real boyfriend before.

But now, here in front of her was an objectively handsome grown adult man telling her that she was beautiful. Maybe he had been celibate for far too long. Maybe he was at the point where any female would have seemed appealing.

“You’re really attracted to me?” she asked with a hint of skepticism.

“Of course! What man wouldn’t be?” he said softly as he smiled at her.

“I’m attracted to you, too,” Joan shyly admitted. She moved closer to him and placed a hand on his thigh. “You’re right, Father Ben. This IS what I want. But could we maybe just take things a little slower? And could you be a bit more gentle? I realize it’s probably been quite some time since you’ve been with a woman. Just don’t be so rough this time.” She closed her eyes and leaned toward him for a kiss.

Father Ben put his hands on her shoulders, preventing her from coming any nearer. “Joan, I’m afraid that we both may have gotten caught up in the moment. I think it’s best if I take you home now.” He gave her shoulders an affectionate squeeze.

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The screen flickered into life and the familiar start up jingle sounded and she changed away from the screen into some seductive underwear. The see through panties matched perfectly the turquoise mesh balconette bra, lifting her buttocks and breasts in a way that drew attention away from any flaws she thought she had. Her long, dark hair tumbled around her shoulders in thick waves, gently brushing over the tops of the mounds of her breasts. She smiled to herself as she moved to sit in front of her laptop. She clicked on the light blue icon on her desktop and waited for it to go online, bringing up the list of contacts.

Glancing down the list she spied the person she wanted to talk to most and started the conversation. Waiting for him to respond, she went over to her bottom drawer and took out a few select items that she thought might heighten the evenings coming pleasure. She laid the items out on the bed just out of sight of the built in webcam and started a video chat. As her number one fan came into clear view on the screen, she started her conversation, twirling her hair around her fingers and winking. His response was immediate; the flush to his cheeks and the uncontrollable grin said everything and told her she was definitely going to be satisfied tonight.

Chatting away, her fingers starting moving downward, brushing gently over the creamy mounds of her breasts. Using her need for a drink diyarbakır escort as an excuse, she stood, showing off her chosen underwear to its full advantage, peering over her shoulder and watching as his eyes followed her every move. She sashayed back to the bed and sank down with the fluidity of a cat, leaning back and pushing her breasts upwards. His eyes glittered, and his hand moved down and out of sight and she knew instinctively what he was doing to himself.

Licking her lips, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting the weight of her breasts hold the cups in place while she slid the straps down her arms and off her fingertips before lifting her arms skyward and letting the bra drop into her lap, exposing her nipples, hard and pebble like, to the cool air in the room. She tweaked her nipples and kneaded her breasts in the way only she knew how turned her on. Her fingertips brushed up and down her ribs and torso, the tickling sensation making her sex clench. She could feel herself getting wet, her panties moist.

His laptop was moved backwards and she could see him stroking himself through his boxers, a damp patch where pre-cum had seeped out of the end of his deliciously large cock. Shuffling backwards, she made sure he had a view of the full length of her body, knowing he would want to see everything she was doing to herself, while edirne escort wishing it was he doing it instead.

Her fingers rubbed herself through her soaked panties. She removed them and gently circled her clit, using her own juices to lubricate herself. She could feel her juices dripping down from her sodden pussy to her butt crack, tickling her puckered hole. Selecting the first of her toys, a small pink silicone item, she inserted it into her pussy, covering it before licking it clean and inserting it again. Dripping wet, she slid it further down and gently eased it into her asshole, her mouth opening with a gasp as it stretched her virgin ass.

Letting her fingers toy with herself, she let herself get comfortable in front of the camera, watching as he removed his boxers. The sight of his engorged, throbbing cock only heightened her arousal and her sex clenched, wishing he was inside of her, instead of on a camera. Inserting her fingers, she rubbed her palm against her clit, giving herself a dual sensation. The toy in her ass pushed her pussy walls inwards, and even just two fingers made her feel full.

She licked her fingers clean and selected her second toy, another pink device which she inserted into her pussy, aligning the ears with her clit before turning it on. Feeling the lowest setting of the vibration start against and inside her made her gasp edirne escort bayan aloud. She felt alive and invigorated and pushed the vibrations up a notch. Her pussy clenched hard around the vibrator as his fist started to pump up and down his shaft, his other hand reaching down to fondle his balls. She knew he wanted her pussy and her lips wrapped around his cock, but until that time, this is what they both had to crave.

Writhing on the bed, she started to move the vibrator in and out of herself, rotating her hips, feeling the toy in her ass move as she gripped it in her forbidden tunnel. She knew that already she was close, her skin thrumming and her heart pounding. She notched her vibrator up to the maximum and lay back feeling all the sensations, hearing his moans and watching his arousal seep from his cock, coming thicker and faster.

Just as she reached her own climax, he reached his, cum spurting thick from his cock and up onto his belly. She knew that next time she saw him; she would be swallowing that instead. Her own climax came so hard that her pussy pushed her vibrator out, juices flowing down to her ass. She took hold of the toy there and moved it in and out, riding the waves of her release, moaning and gasping and she struggled for air. As her climax faded, she removed the toy from her ass and put it one side with her vibrator, rubbing her pussy with her hand, feeling just how wet she had gotten from only an online encounter.

Hoping the real thing would be just as amazing, if not even more so, she bid her male companion goodnight and set about trying to calm herself for sleep, the smile on her face the only indication of how satisfied her body was to anyone who did not know….

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Pat had recently become a widow and was a still a very young looking fifty year-old woman. Lonny’ s illness had lingered on for two years and her physical needs had not been met. She put her needs aside as she lovingly cared for her dying husband.

It was now six months since the funeral and she was ready to get on with her life. Her girls had both moved on to start their careers and Pat still had her career as an lab technician with a local ceramics company.

She had walked her basset hound earlier so they could both get a little exercise. After getting a shower, she settled down in front of the fireplace in her bathrobe with her latest romance novel and a glass of sherry.

The fire gave her pleasant memories of Lonny who always liked to build a fire on cool fall evenings. Reclining of the plush sofa she began to read as she slowly sipped her sherry. She enjoyed the mental and sometimes physical stimulation that these novels had provided her these past few years.

As she continued to read and sip her sherry, she was warmed outwardly by the fire and started to feel the strange sensations stirring in her loins that had been dormant for a long time. The novel she read was trashy and she smiled as she put herself in the characters’ roles.

Without consciously thinking about it, she set down the glass of sherry and her right hand started to undo the belt to her robe. As she read on, she slowly pulled the front of her robe loose.

Lying in a semi-reclining position she pulled her one foot towards her butt. As her knee raised up, the robe fell partially open revealing a shapely thigh and her tight belly.

All the dog-walking and caring for her ailing husband had kept her former gymnast’s body in tight condition. When Pat felt the radiant warmth of the fire on her soft skin, she moved her hand and lightly touched her belly.

Continuing to read, her fingers traced their way down to her navel and she gently circled the depression lightly.

It was then that Pat remembered she hadn’t closed the blinds on the sliding glass doors leading out to their deck. The large sofa sat halfway facing the fireplace while the upper half where she laid was in front of the doors.

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Being at the rear of the house, they had a good deal of privacy in their back yard. There had been an incident the previous summer when Erin, her 23-year old daughter was sunning herself on the deck outside the sliding doors. The only house with access sat about 150 yards away with trees scattered in between the two.

On that sunny afternoon, Erin was alone in the house. Pat and Lonny had been at the hospital for one of his lengthy checkups. Surveying the field in back of her house, Erin saw the other house was a safe distance away.

Erin then repositioned her chaise lounge so she was lying facing away from the doors. Before reclining back down on the lounge, she breezily undid her bikini top and dropped it on the deck.

The air and sun striking her large titties sent chills down her spine and her long nipples stiffened. Lying back down she squeezed a large gob of coconut scented tanning oil and lovingly applied the goo to her belly and boobies.

While still a very firm young woman, the sheer mass of her tits settled outwardly as she lay there enjoying the sun’s kisses onto her swollen nipples.

She swooned to the music playing on her little radio as a gentle breeze bathed her skin to raise pleasant goosebumps. Erin once again sat up and looked around the vacant fields to find them deserted.

Without elazığ escort getting up she slipped her thumbs under her bikini bottom and slipped them down over her hips, kicking them off onto the deck. The completeness of her naked body being exposed outdoors, sent gyrations throughout her body.

Erin smiled as she lay there with her legs spread slightly and the sun and breeze kissed her most intimate of areas.

“HOLY SHIT!”, exclaimed Bobby.

He couldn’t believe his good fortune as he peered through the powerful telescope from the bedroom window located at the rear of his parents’ sprawling rancher. He had driven by her house earlier that day and saw the great looking babe getting out of her red sports car.

She was only about five-foot two with long black hair. What caught his eye was the tight T-shirt stretched over her ample tits.

He slowed his car a little to watch her nice ass sway as she walked up the driveway. He tooted the horn, and she had turned and waved without really being sure to whom she was waving.

Bobby still had a year to go before he finished high school and like all teenage boys he had the hots for the two older chicks that lived down the road. Before they had left for college, he frequently trained his telescope and camera onto their bedroom windows that faced his.

He had learned where to move his equipment in order to spy between the trees that grew somewhat sparsely between their homes.

Right now his mouth had become dry as he saw the hot, little bitch spread tanning oil onto her luscious melon-sized tits.

Bobby kept his digital camera handy with the long 1000mm lens. It was mounted on a sturdy tripod to reduce vibrations and had cost his Dad a small fortune. Bobby spent the next hour taking fifty to sixty photographs, saying “holy shit”, and stronger utterances and thoroughly ruining his shorts.

About one month later Erin had returned to the University to work on her doctorate, when she received email. She was working on a research project on immuneology and had her own web page on the subject with an email address.

When she opened the message, it only said, “Enjoy” Love, Horny Dog. It had several attachments and Erin proceeded to open the first file.

“OHMIGOD!” was her response from looking at the first one. Erin recognized her naked body lying face up on the recliner from this past summer. Her legs were spread showing her neatly trimmed pussy and her big tits arose like twin peaks to the sun god.

After getting over the initial shock, Erin looked at the remainder of the explicit photos. Being an intellectual with a good body, she considered herself an adventuress on matters of sex and her beautiful body.

She continued to scan the attached photos, and could only smile at being captured doing all those nasty, hot acts. One showed her with three fingers buried in her gaping maw up to the second knuckle.

Another showed Erin’s penchant for pain as she twisted and pulled on her thick nipples until even she couldn’t stand it. The best ones or worst ones depending on your perception involved coating her slippery slit with half of a twin popsicle.

Before the root beer popsicle had started to melt substantially, Erin had dipped it into her own honey pot. This photo was extremely close up and showed only about one inch of the frozen phallus and the popsicle stick protruding from her hot little cunt.

Erin felt extremely excited at being captured surreptitiously on film during several of her orgasms. After a few weeks, the photos stopped erzincan escort coming in the email and Erin while sexually adventurous, would never dream of telling her Mom or Dad about the incident.

Hence her Mom had no knowledge of the distant neighbor’s spying ability.

– – — – — – —— – — – — – — – —

Stopping to look out the glass doors, Pat arose from the sofa and lowered the lights to give the room the effect of soft candlelight. As she stepped over to peer out the windows, her robe had separated revealing her well-muscled legs and tummy. Her small cotton panties concealed her private area.

As she looked out, only darkness and a few very distant lights from the city were evident. With the height of her deck and the soft lighting inside, she felt secure in leaving the blinds open. As she walked back to the sofa, she pushed the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the carpet.

Bending over she slid her panties down and stepped clear of them on the floor. The fire’s warmth and flickering light shimmered off her firm little ass cheeks. Pat was self conscious of her small breasts, but Lonny had always reassured her by saying she made up for her smallness with extra nice nipples.

She would go bra-less in the summer months and had often caught other men staring at her nipples poking through her T-shirts and blouses. While never dressing like that for work, she seldom wore a bra at home.

Lonny’s hands were usually in search of her longish nips when he thought people weren’t looking. Pat had lost count of the embarrassing incidents over the years.

Before lying back down on the sofa, she finished her sherry in one long gulp. She felt the heat wash down her throat and then build an even hotter fire throughout her body.

As she stretched out and tried to read with the low light, her free hand tweaked her nipples until they jutted out like the filter tips on Marlboros. Giving up on trying to read she now used both hands to pull on her aching titties.

The fire within her had grown so hot, that her right hand quickly moved down to her soft mound and she pulled up sharply driving her middle finger into her leaking cunt. The sudden penetration quickly turned to pleasure as she pulled her finger out and up, grazing her stiffening clit.

After several more plunges and retrievals, she added two more of her petite fingers to the gouging.

Standing only four feet eleven inches tall, Pat had married a tall man in Lonny. He was six feet three and proportionally sized everywhere.

She had joked that she had to walk bowlegged for a week after their honeymoon. After years of marriage to Lonny, she had grown accustomed to the sheer mass and length of his cock. After more than two years of no real sex, her rather small vibrators, fingers, and dildos weren’t getting the job done anymore.

She quickly looked around the room for something else. The fire’s soft sputters caught her attention and she saw the long handled log poker sitting in the rack. She quickly got up and retrieved it.

It was almost hot from the fire’s radiant heat. It was almost three feet long and made of half-inch wrought iron. The top end of the handle was formed into a circle for your hand. The other end was bent into an L-shape and about five to six inches in length.

Since this was the first fire she had built this season, the poker was spotless from it’s last cleaning. The years of use had dulled the point on the “L” and the wrought iron felt smooth in her hands.

Pat laid back down on the sofa erzurum escort and her breathing and heart were starting to escalate as she rested the semi-hot iron against her belly and legs. She always surprised herself with her own depraved ideas, but it didn’t matter much at the moment.

Lifting the handle away from her face, she started to move the L-hook up and down her thighs. She gently left the dull point kiss her inner thighs. When she pushed her arms straight out from her chest and twisted the handgrip ninety degrees, she felt the dull point touch the opening to her anus.

“OOUU”, she purred softly. That wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. She gently moved the tool down her thigh and the smooth iron shaft cleaved between her downy lips. Looking down she could see the shiny wetness that had rubbed onto the warm iron.

Moving back up her thighs Pat felt the iron tip kiss her soft lips. Pat repositioned her upper body more upright against the arm and big sofa pillows. At the same time she pulled up her knees so that her thighs were now at a right angle to her torso. The poker still rested against her sopping lips, but the angle was now better suited for her needs.

Pat steadily pulled on the tool’s shaft and gasped when the iron-tip not too gently penetrated into her soft tissues. Stopping momentarily to adjust to the iron poker’s intrusion, she continued pulling firmly and felt the hardness take her cavity completely. Adjusting to the hardness within her, she relaxed and molded herself to the rigid iron dildo.

Getting her breath she started to push and pull on the shaft until all six inches had been removed, and pulled it back into her tight little cunt. Pulling up harder the shaft above the L-shape was now rubbing against her engorged clit. The heat from the iron and its unyielding stiffness felt delicious in her dripping cunt.

Pat felt her unspent passions building and rolled her pelvis forward to get more friction on the iron. Within another few minutes Pat was pulling on the poker until she almost lifted her ass off the sofa. Groaning loudly she came in gasps as her cunt muscles clamped around the iron buried deep in her cunt.

After relaxing and getting her breath, she gently pulled out the poker and noticed a little blood on it. After inspecting herself with her fingers, she decided that was only from some abrasions to her labia, and nothing to worry about.

Laying the poker down, Pat fell asleep where she lay in front of the warm fire. Living alone, she didn’t bother with covering her nude form. The hot air felt good licking at her slightly wounded skin. Pat fell soundly to sleep after relieving a lot of her pent up sexual tension.

———————————————

Johnny was having difficulty sighting through the long lens while simultaneously pulling on his stiff cock. He came almost at the same time as the hot little bitch reclining nude on her sofa. The low light in her living room had at first given Johnny some difficulty.

It’s a good thing that Dad had invested in the super expensive light-gathering, zoom lens he was now using. Even though she was older and had much smaller tits than her daughter, Johnny knew his internet friends would not be disappointed in this great sex footage.

He had never seen any woman, much less a respected, older broad abuse her own cunt like what he had just witnessed. In all he had taken two dozen stills along with about twenty minutes of dripping video. He expected that he somehow might be able to pay for his next tuition payment, Dad would be proud of his resourcefulness.

About a week later, Pat had returned from work and there was a large envelope stuffed into her mailbox at the end of her driveway. She noticed that the return address was from a University in Baltimore. She took the large envelope inside her house to open it.

“OHMIGOD”

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I wake up to the darkness, my breasts aching and my pussy wet from need of you. Your scent surrounds me but there was only your empty pillow beside mine and your shirt that I wore. I can’t have your kiss, your cock, you strong, hard body driving between my trembling thighs.

I miss you. I miss you more than I can say. More than anything, more than ever.

I switch on the bedside lamp and roll off my side of the bed into yours, burying my face against your pillow and drawing in your delicious scent. Earthy, spicy, masculine and so uniquely you that I would find your pillow amidst a million.

Come back home to me, I moan helplessly. I need you.

I lay on my back, one arm holding your pillow to my face as my hand moved from my collarbone where you love to nibble, down the full globes of my breasts. I whimper as my fingers find one nipple, pretending that the seductive digits are yours. I plump one breast, letting my fingertips caress it through your shirt, remembering how your hand touched me so gently the night before you had to leave. It has been three nights, damn you. Three agonizing nights when not even the best vibrator in the world could ease the need that seized my weeping pussy. Only your fingers, your mouth, your cock. Only you.

I inhale your scent, letting it fill my head until I’m drowning from it before I allow my eskişehir escort hands to lower down my abdomen, tracing the path your mouth had taken. I lift my knees and part my thighs as my body burned, hungered for yours.

I caress my inner thighs with the back of my hands with soft strokes, mimicking your touch, before I walk my fingers to my aching clit. Heat, hunger. I arch my back as my middle finger touch my wet, aching clit. I circle it, lazily, just as you love to do with your tongue, like you have all the time in the world to savor me. Heat washes over me at the memory of your lips, of your face, wet with my cum. I move my finger, rubbing the tip beneath the hood, spreading my own cream around my hard, little clit, wishing it was your tongue.

You’re so good at that, giving head, eating pussy. You know just when to use the tip of your tongue on me as you use your fingers to hold the hood away to expose my clit. You know when to use the broad side of your tongue to lick my like a cat. And you know when to suck. You drive me crazy when you suck my clit into your mouth and lick the underside of it at the same time. You drive me wild that way. And you know that the right side of my clit is more sensitive than the left side, and you use that to your advantage. How many times have you driven me to orgasm while gaziantep escort licking the right side of my clit, and driving two fingers inside my cunt, rubbing the secret spot there, the rough ridge of sensitive flesh, that only you know about? That only you have cared to find? I shudder again, as my finger finds that spot you love.

I’m so wet. I wish you were here. You would know exactly just what to do when I’m so wet like this. I slide two fingers inside my pussy, my juices leaking between soft, swollen lips. My thighs are drenched with my own cream. How I wish the moisture there was your cum. You always wash me, so shyly after you’ve come in me. And I always tell you that I don’t mind. I like having your cum in or on me, whether in my pussy, in my mouth, on my breasts, or on my thighs. I love to bathe in your cum. I need your cum now.

I move my fingers, desperate, burning. I fuck myself, thinking of you, of your body. I let go of your pillow, needing both hands now. I fuck myself, driving two fingers deep inside my pussy while the fingers of my other hand circle my clit, lifting moisture from there so that I can slide one finger up my ass.

I feel so empty without you, so fucking empty.

I circle my anus with my index finger, thankful that my juices have spilled down there as well. I giresun escort cry out as the tip of my finger slide up my anus, and I move my hand. Dark delights, dark hunger.

So empty, so hungry.

I arch my hips, feeling my fingers meeting between the thin barrier between my anus and pussy. And I cry out again as searing pleasure sizzled in my veins, heating me, burning me. But it’s not enough. Not enough!

My fingers send fire down my pussy upon entry, while the one in my ass burns me when I pull it out. I add one more finger to the two in my weeping pussy and desperately thumbed my throbbing clit. My juices spill from me, dripping down my thighs, soaking my hands, and I cry out your name as the heat flare, finally exploding. My body trembles and shudders as my muscles flex and tighten on my fingers, pretending that I was milking your hard cock.

But even though I can bring myself to orgasm, no matter how hard or how high I go, it’s never enough without you.

I wait for the pleasure to subside, for my tremors to still, before I pull my fingers from out of my pussy and my ass, and, feeling emptier, I push the pillow aside.

My eyes widen and you smile. You are there, standing at the foot of the bed, bathing in soft yellow light, your dark eyes burning with lust as your hand fist your cock in slow strokes. You were watching me, enjoying the show, being driven to the brink by the moves my body made and my cries and your name spilling from out of my lips as I fuck myself. Your hand moves faster on you cock, and I can see pre-cum sliding from the tiny slit, and you start to moan. I lick my lips.

It’s my turn to watch now.

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The subject line of your email read simply “An Invitation.” I knew it would be something good. No matter what we had done together, I’d always had a great time with you. We’d traveled to faraway places, and had adventures like horseback riding, hiking, and shooting. We had also done less dramatic things like eating out, going to shows, and working out at the gym. Some of our best times together had been simply curled up on the couch watching TV. Being close to you and sharing the intimacy of our togetherness is what I’d loved the most.

When we were the most exposed to each other had been some of the most intensely intimate moments. No doubt those had come during sex. And had we ever had sex! Together we’d explored and pushed our sexual boundaries pretty far, and reveled in our discoveries. Some might think we’d been kinky or overboard, but I’d never thought in those terms. I knew that when it came to sharing physical pleasure, nothing had ever felt wrong or been off limits. Sure, there were hard boundaries, but those were just common sense, and we’d often laughed together about not doing anything that would land us in the ER. That was definitely a hard limit. Otherwise, in our sex life, and in our entire life together, I had absolute trust in you.

So when I saw your invitation, I knew that my answer would be “yes.” I could almost hear myself say that word in the same way I say it during the throes of our passion. The way I say “yes” when you pull my hard cock deep into your mouth, or run your fingernails over my chest. The same way I say “yes” when you penetrate me in the most intimate way of all by thrusting your finger deep into my ass. Yes, yes, whatever you want, anything you want, the answer had been and will always be, “yes!”

With all of these feelings and memories running through me, I opened your email. It was very brief:

You are invited to a play date next Wednesday at 1:00pm.

Location – Our bedroom.

Dress – casual….very casual.

RSVP at your soonest.

There was nothing else, no explanation and no details. “Play date” could mean anything, anything at all. I knew it was your intent to leave a lot to my imagination, to tease me with the possibilities. Teasing and anticipation had always been a big part of our sexual foreplay. I felt a tingle of excitement run through me, and my cock stirred in anticipation of our “play date”.

I almost hit the Reply button in my haste to say yes before I noticed several lines of small text at the very bottom of the email. They read:

Fine Print:

1) This is a limited time offer. I suggest that you reply with your acceptance very quickly.

2) Details and instructions will follow.

3) By accepting this offer you accept ALL conditions, limitations, directions, responsibilities and terms, and anything else that I might decide to impose, direct or otherwise layout for you without restriction. And no, I’m not telling you now.

4) Don’t bother checking your calendar to see if you’re free. I’ve already checked and you are. No excuses mister!

5) I’m not responsible for what might happen to you if you say no.

I smiled. “Fine Print” indeed. This was so like you — playful, funny, teasing and demanding all in one. You’d never been one to hide your desires and passions. And even though there was nothing explicit in the email, the depth of your desire came through loud and clear. There was no way on earth that I was going to say no.

My reply was short and sweet, “Yes”. “Yes, yes, a million times yes, anything that you want,” I thought, and pressed the send button.

A very short while later, I saw two items pop-up in my Google calendar. Since you had complete access to that (as well as everything else), I was not surprised to see that you had put our play date on the calendar. I was a little surprised to see that you had also put “Grooming” on the calendar. I knew exactly what you meant by “Grooming.”

I love your body and am very well aware of the attention you devote to keeping yourself physically fit and neat. Your tight rear, and muscled arms don’t just happen by themselves. It’s the result of hard work in the gym (something we share together), and attention to your diet. And likewise, your delicious pussy, devoid of annoying hair, except for a small landing strip at the very top, doesn’t happen by magic either. On a regular basis, you subject yourself to the discomfort of waxing by your favorite beautician, Leena. We’d often laughed together about how she matter-of-factly rips the pubic hair from such a sensitive location. You do that so we can enjoy the erotic pleasure of direct skin contact without pubic hair dulling the sensations.

“No dental floss there,” you’d joked.

So in the same way that you had sculpted your body for our pleasure, you introduced me to body grooming, manscaping. It started out with you trimming my abundant chest hair, a manifestation of my plentiful testosterone, I’m sure. First you kuşadası escort did it with a pair of scissors, but it wasn’t long before you bought an electric trimmer so that you could more quickly and evenly trim my “fur”. I immediately appreciated both the neater look and feel. Of course your attention wasn’t limited to my chest hair. You did the same to my pubic area, carefully trimming the hair around my cock and balls to a length short enough so that you didn’t get any of the “dental floss” you hated during oral sex.

I liked my shorter pubic hair even more than my shorter chest hair. Not only were the sensations I felt while we made love more intense and I knew more enjoyable for you, the day-to-day sensitivity of my nearly naked cock and balls kept the pleasure of our sex life in my attention constantly.

It wasn’t long before I began to crave even more stimulation. I sought out ever more minimalistic underwear that cradled my balls and covered as little of me as possible leaving as much of my nearly naked skin exposed as possible. The boxer style underwear got pushed to the back of my dresser drawer in favor of more and more tiny bikinis.

“You’ve become an underwear whore,” you laughed.

But you also said how you liked the way my low and tight bikinis emphasized my cock and make my pants bulge in the front. We’d shopped together online and found ones you liked to see me in, and sometimes you would set out a skimpy pair for me to wear under my work clothes. I enjoyed wearing what you picked because I knew that you’d be thinking all day about how my cock would satisfy you when I got back home. If the guys at work had known I was wearing a thong or a pair of Cox sox they would have only been jealous of the mind-blowing sex that you and I would have later. “Too bad for them if they and their partner weren’t as sexually adventurous as you and me,” I thought.

I really looked forward to the times you would trim me. You called them “grooming sessions” Each time I would lie naked on the bed while you, naked as well, straddled me, your pussy, warm and full, pressing down on me. You’d loom over me with the trimmer ominously buzzing. The sensuality of being so vulnerable and at your mercy while you operated a power tool next to my most sensitive places was overwhelming. My trust in you in those moments was, and still is, complete.

Needless to say, you weren’t surprised when I wanted to move beyond just trimming my pubic hair. I loved the feel of your skin against mine, and I didn’t want even the thinnest layer of hair between my cock and your skin. I’d considered shaving my pubic hair . Not only could I look forward to doing it, but I also would have wanted you to do it to me. It would have been glorious to feel you slather me with warm shaving cream, and then carefully position my cock and balls so you could get just the right angle with the razor. But shaving wasn’t a good option, because the inevitable prickly stubble would have been painful to you when I thrust my cock into you. Depilatories were also not an option. There was no way I was going to put harsh chemicals “down there”. There was only one good option. Just as you put yourself through the relative torture of waxing, so would I.

That was not something that I was going to do lightly. I did my research on the internet and decided that I would try home waxing a small part of myself. If all went well, then I would go all out and bare as much of me as you wanted … and I could take. So I ventured out to Walmart and got some waxing strips. I tried it first on myself, figuring that I needed to experience it before asking you to do it to me. I was surprised that although it did hurt (and made me really appreciate what you go through) it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Before I knew it, I was once more lying naked on the bed under you. This time you wielded warm waxing strips instead of trimmers.

“Spread your legs wide,” you said and pressed the warmed strip against my balls.

“Oooh that feels good,” I thought, warm wax and your hand massaging the strip against my scrotum.

“Are you ready?” you said and broke my reverie.

I pulled my skin as tight as I could stand (I learned from my earlier self-trials that taut skin is very important) and nodded.

“Riiiiip” The pain was immediate and intense, but not overwhelming. I gasped, but proudly did not cry out. You immediately pressed your hand against my newly bare skin, and that very quickly eased the pain. Your hand directly against my skin without any hair in between felt very good. You looked at me lovingly and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Oh yes,” I thought.

“Keep going?” you asked.

I nodded and inside I thought “Oh yes, yes! Keep going.”

It felt so erotic. First the warm wax strip against my skin, then the harsh stinging pain as you ripped out the hair. And finally your hand pressed lovingly against my naked skin, easing the pain. I wanted to kocaeli escort feel it again and again. When you got to my waxing perineum the pain was more intense. In some ways that made it better, because I knew that the intensity of whatever pain I felt as you took the hair off, would be more than matched by the intensity of the sensations I would later feel from your hands and mouth on that bare skin.

The final peak of eroticism was when you had me pull my legs over my head so you could wax down over my anus. I had learned earlier in our sexual relationship how much I like ass play. I like the intimacy of giving and receiving anal stimulation. We’d experimented with this, and discovered how to please each other.

“Pull your legs up. Higher. Higher,” you said. I felt a little silly and a lot like a pretzel in this position, my knees beside my ears, bare butt high in the air. You reminded me that you do this with a complete stranger when you get waxed. So I felt lucky to be in this position with the love of my life rather than some stranger. Besides, being exposed to you was so very erotic. I felt the warm wax strip cover the pucker of my opening and up onto the lower part of my perineum.

“This area doesn’t hurt me very much,” you said. But I knew how sensitive I am there, and I was reminded of that as I luxuriated in the pleasure of you rubbing the warm wax strip against me with your hand.

“Here we go,” you warned and then you yanked the strip off.

It was a mixed feeling. While the area immediately around my anus didn’t hurt very much, the pain at my lower perineum was breathtaking. I gasped and felt a little lightheaded. Within seconds your hand was pressed up against me, soothing me, and the pain quickly faded.

“God that feels so good,” I thought.

“We’ve got to stop here. Your skin is kind of red and irritated at this point. We’ll have to come back for more later. Pretty good I think.” you pronounced holding up the wax strips abundantly coated with the hair that you had ripped out of my now very sensitive skin.

There was very little lingering pain, only a faint sting that I discovered got more intense later.

“I need to put some oil on your skin now,” you said.

In seconds I was in heaven. Unbelievable, incredible were the only coherent words that my swirling brain could think of, as you lovingly smeared silky oil over my freshly naked balls, cock, and anus. Your warm slippery hands massaged the oil into me, over my now extremely sensitive skin. I wished that you wouldn’t ever stop doing that, but I knew that I could look forward to more when you finished and “came back for more” at a later date.

Ever since that first grooming and waxing, I’d looked forward to our sessions, the sting of pain, the pleasure of your attention, and especially the end result of bare, naked skin that I enjoy 100% of the time. I’d never go back to being furry, ever. So when I saw that you had put “grooming” on my calendar, my cock jumped yet again.

I remembered that our ability to sexually enjoy each other was limited for a day or two after you waxed me, and I pouted a little on the inside. But if you were putting grooming on the calendar in advance of a play date, I knew the delay would be worth it.

Looking at the calendar, I also noticed that our work schedules were opposite each other after that point, right up until our Wednesday play date. Between the post-grooming hiatus and the schedule, it was going to be a long spell before we could satisfy each other. I knew without a doubt that you had planned it that way. You wanted to build up the sexual anticipation to a feverish pitch before we could bury ourselves in each other and release our pent up energy. “How wickedly wonderful of you,” I thought.

I also knew that between now and next Wednesday you would torture me by sending me emails and texts hinting at what we would do during our play date. You would use that as well to build ever increasing sexual tension. I loved it when we “sexted” and I always tried to match your teases with my own. My cock grew hard in anticipation — anticipation of your grooming, and anticipation of the upcoming teases you would lay down on me. I could have cum right there.

When I got home that evening, you were already there puttering about the kitchen.

“We’re going to the gym together, then we’ll have dinner. It’s going to be stir fry. I’ve made some sangria that’s chilling in the fridge.” you said.

I could tell your in-charge attitude was in full swing. Hey, who was I to resist? Not only did everything you said sound like a great idea, but I loved it when you led the way.

“Now go upstairs and get ready for the gym,” you commanded.

I quickly shed my work clothes and changed into my workout stuff. I pulled on quick dry tee short and a pair of spandex undershorts that I wear under my regular shorts. They are way more comfortable than a jock strap, cup my balls konya escort snugly, and prevent chaffing. I also knew that you liked the way I look in them, at least that’s what you’d said before. I grabbed my gym card, some socks and shoes and headed downstairs.

“All set,” I said as I laced up my running shoes. “Let’s get all hot and sweaty,” I teased trying to dish out a little of what I knew you’d soon send my way.

“Don’t you wish,” is all you said with a twinkle in your eye.

An hour and half later, indeed hot and sweaty, we got back home from the gym. As always our workout together was great. We had started our relationship in the gym and it had become a regular part of our lives together. We didn’t get there as often as we’d like, but we both valued how staying physically fit made us feel (in the bedroom and outside) and we knew it would prolong our lives together. That was the most important thing.

“Go ahead and get a shower, while I get dinner started,” you said.

“Get dinner started?” I thought. “What’s to start, it’s stir fry.”

I headed upstairs without giving it another thought and went straight into the shower to clean off. I washed carefully everywhere, especially my cock and balls. I knew that tonight would be the last night I had any hope of “getting some” before the celibacy that would be enforced by my upcoming grooming and our conflicting work schedules. I wanted every nook and cranny as clean as possible. I ran the bar of soap over every surface, and up and down the crack of my ass and around my balls. I wanted those areas especially clean. My cock grew as I did it, thinking of your hands on me, rubbing and cleaning. It had been too long since we played in the shower together. “Maybe that’s what she’s planning,” I fantasized about bathing together while I got clean, but ultimately stepped out of our oversized shower alone. I was pleasantly surprised to hear music playing loudly from the iPod and see a cold drink waiting for me on the counter. “How sweet” I thought. But I also remembered how under these exact same circumstances you surprised me one day as I came out of the shower and made me jump.

“You screamed like a little girl.” you said laughing at me. You still laugh and tell that story. I also remembered that after you surprised me, I made you scream in ecstatic pleasure as we had wildly screwed each other’s brains out right afterward. “Hmmm, I wonder if she’s reminding me of that?” I thought. But you did not surprise me as I got dressed in loose fitting clothes, nor did we fuck our brains out before I got back down to the kitchen to help make dinner.

“Your turn,” I said as I hugged you from behind while you were chopped veggies for the stir fry.

“I’ll get a shower later,” you said “I’m hungry now.”

Trying to get you stirred up I replied “I’m hungry for you now,” and nibbled on your ear lobe.

I heard you moan happily when I did that, but you swatted me away. “Food first.”

Dinner was great, as always. We sat out on the three season porch, chatting as we ate. As usual, our conversation flowed easily from one topic to the next. As sexy as you are, and as much as I loved your physical body, I loved your mind and your spirit even more.

After we cleaned up the dinner dishes you announced “I’m going to shower now. Sit down and watch some TV or something.” Your directions made it clear that I was not invited up into the bathroom with you. Inside I pouted just a little, but I understood that we all need private time, no matter how intimate we might be otherwise. I grabbed my glass of sangria and parked myself in front of the TV to channel surf looking for something to watch while you headed for your shower.

Quite a bit of time elapsed with you in the bathroom and me in front of the TV. I was hoping for a little of the intimacy I’d previously thought about on the couch before bed, but didn’t begrudge you the slightest for taking your time and luxuriating during your shower. When you came down and sat next to me on the sofa, your hair was slightly damp and your skin glowed, freshly washed. You had your terrycloth robe wrapped tightly around you.

“Whatcha watching?” you asked.

“You know, I don’t really know. I’ve been flipping channels. What I want to watch is you,” I replied.

“Really? And what is it that you think you’ll see?”

You sounded playful. My mind raced and my cock stirred. “I want to see all of you, every square inch. There’s not a single part of you that I don’t like to look at, touch or taste,” I said.

“Oh so you want to look at this?” you said, and pulled the lapel of your robe aside so I could see just the edge of your nipple capping your luscious 38 D breast.

“Yes. I love looking at that. But you know, a look is often not enough especially since I really should check and see how good a job you did getting yourself clean,” was my reply.

In mock consternation you said, “You doubt my abilities in the shower do you? What other abilities of mine do you doubt?” You let your robe fall wide open so I could gaze fully at your breasts and see the small strip of fluffy pubic hair just above your pussy.

“I don’t doubt any of your capabilities,” I said. “But it never hurts to double check, you know.”

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This story is a part of the ‘God Complex’ universe

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George had tried almost everything, he had gone to the gym, he had taken supplements, drank protein shakes, he had even tried steroids… Nothing had helped. He wished more than anything in his life to gain muscle, he wanted to look like the jocks on the football team. Big and muscly. But nothing helped, I mean he got fit, but he only had tracings of a six pack and his muscles weren’t anything to be amazed by. Until one day when he was looking at his computer…

George was surfing the internet for new supplements to try and help him, when he fell over it. The Cockworm, the website showed promise, apart from the weird name, reading reviews of the product it seemed legit, and it really seemed like it helped, the before and after pictures were incredible! To be sure he went to trustpilot to check how trustworthy this website was and it had 5 starts, and loads of positive reviews… So he ordered one, he still didn’t know exactly what the product was, but it seemed like you only needed one.

A few days later the package arrived. He rushed in and put it on his desk, he ripped off the packaging and saw what was inside…:

A glass box. Inside the glass box was what looked to be a live worm, except… instead of a normal head, was the tip of a cock… “What the hell” he muttered hatay escort to himself, looking at the worm slithering around inside its box. Then he opened the letter which followed.

“Congratulations on your Cockworm™? purchase! The God Complex (the company from which he ordered it) hopes you will find pleasure and strength with your new product! Please follow the instructions for safe use:

1. Strip naked.

2. Open the box and grab the worm just behind the head.

3. Place the head of the worm over your anal entrance.

4. Let the worm do its job.

5. Enjoy the product.”

Those were some really weird instructions, but since the reviews were so good and George was so desperate he decided to follow the instructions. He stripped naked and picked up the glass box and walked to his bed. Better to be on a soft surface. He climbed up on the bed and placed down the box, then he laid down on all fours and opened the glass box, reaching down he grabbed the worm just behind the tip of the cock. The worm was warm and slick. It moved a little in his hand, but not enough for it to escape his grasp, it produced a white fluid, almost like cum, in a slow steady stream out of the tip when he touched it. He reached behind, and held the tip of it just above his ass.

Then it started squirming, and suddenly it jumped from ığdır escort his hand towards his hole. It was able to enter him in one fluid motion because of its slick surface. He moaned, feeling it crawl in further, until it reached his prostate, he arched his back, spread his legs and moaned loudly as it massaged his prostate. After a few seconds he came, without even touching his own cock. It was the best orgasm he had ever had, and after cumming for a long time he eventually blacked out.

When he awoke again he was still in his bed, he was laying on his back, it felt like there was a pillow under his ass, he reached down to remove it, but found that it was in fact his own ass, which had grown to bubble butt sized proportions. In amazement he looked down his body, he almost cried. He now had massive pecs and 8 hard abs and legs to die for. He stood up to look in the mirror, but in the same instant he did he felt the worm awake, it started massaging his prostate. Not as violently as before, but enough for him to let out a moan and get aroused. He let out a gasp as he walked to the mirror, he had become what he had always wanted. He had perfect body proportions and a body to die for!

At the same time he was getting more and more aroused by the worm. Suddenly he felt an itch in his ass, at first he tried to just scratch it, but he found out it was ısparta escort inside his ass! He slowly moved one finger over the entrance, slowly he pushed in, it actually went pretty easily because the worm inside of him was producing lube making his ass slick and smooth, soon two more fingers followed, it just felt so good… He moaned as he almost fell onto the bed. He arched his back as he came again.

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He pretty soon found out that wearing jockstraps made it much easier to gain access, it also meant that just by sitting in his office chair when he was at work helped with at least some of the itch. Then he started being buttplugs to try and sat the itch, and it did help, but it was still there. And after a few weeks it felt like his fingers, and not even the toys he had bought could sate his needs when he came home from work. So pretty quickly he signed up for Grindr, and had men coming over in masses. Somedays he could have 2 men after work and then one in the evening who would sleep with him and ram him down the morning after…

After a few months of this work became too much, he was fired after an incident where he had pulled down his pants during an important meeting and had started fingering himself. The first week he was just lying at home getting rammed almost 24/7 until one day a pink letter was pushed under the door. It was from the God Complex, they told him that he would get a great salary and living quarters if he chose to come to their studio and live out his life as a male pornstar. He instantly accepted and signed the contract without even reading it, he just had to sate the cockworms needs!

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*bzzzz*

“Yes, Janet?”

“It’s Kim on the phone for you, sir.”

“Thanks. Kim? Listen, I’m sorr-“

“Take you cock out of you pants!”

“Uh… what?”

“You heard me, Carl. Take your cock out of your pants.”

Carl looked up at the open door to his office and lowered his voice. “Kim, listen, I’m sorry about leaving you high and dry this morning, but I really can’t do that right now!”

“YOU listen, Carl.” Kim’s voice was low and throaty, sounding almost like the purr of a cat. “I’m sitting in the boardroom at work, stark naked. I have my legs hooked over the arms of the chair, and two fingers sliding into my hot, wet pussy. Mmmm, make that three fingers. Ahh! I’ve been playing with myself for the past twenty minutes; I’m going to come soon and I want you to come with me. So take your fucking cock out of your pants right now, or I swear I’m going to call someone who will!”

Carl looked at the door to his office again – he could hear the usual workplace sounds, telephones ringing, people talking, and faintly the sound of his assistant Janet typing something on her keyboard. Reaching down, he started slowly lowering his zipper. Almost whispering now, he said, “OK, I’m doing it.”

“Hmm, that’s good baby. Just do what I tell you and everything will be fine. Have you got it out yet?”

“Almost… there, OK. Now what?”

“Is your cock hard?” Kim’s sexy voice caused Carl’s cock to pulse in his hand.

“Getting there.”

“Well let’s see what I can do to help. I’m going to tell you a little story, and there are only two rules you have to follow. Number one, you have to keep playing with your cock. And two, you can’t come until I tell you. Are you up for that, sweetie?”

“Oh yeah,” Carl whispered.

“OK, then. To start, you didn’t leave me ‘high and dry’ with you phone call this morning. You left me hot and wet, and hornier that I’ve ever been before.”

“Yeah, I said I was sorry about – “

“Don’t apologize baby, it turned out better than you could have expected. Now tell me, did you jerk off in the shower like you said you were going to?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“And did you come really hard? Did you hit the ceiling?” Kim’s voice had a playful tone, and Carl knew she was picturing him jacking off.

“No, but I did give the wall a new paint job.”

Kim’s giggle tickled Carl’s left ear. “That’s quite a picture, baby. Well, I have to confess, I didn’t go to the ladies room like you wanted me to.”

“No? Then what did you do?”

“I asked Sharon to join me in the boardroom.”

“Oh my God.”

“So how’s that hard-on coming, honey? Thick and throbbing yet?”

Carl’s hand sped up on his cock as he pictured Kim and Sharon in the boardroom, kissing, their hands running over each other’s bodies, nipples being licked, pussies being fingered… “Now it is! Damn, you are one sexy lady. Are you making this up, or did this really happen?”

“It’s all true Carl. Just like it’s true that I’m sitting here naked, running my fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy. Here, listen.” The next sound Carl heard was one he had heard before, fingers moving in and out of wet flesh. Hearing this, he could easily picture Kim’s open pussy, the liquid center coating her fingers, making them glisten under the fluorescent lights. He tried to stifle his groan of excitement.

Kim heard him, though. She laughed quietly and said, “Not so fast baby, let me get to the good part first. And remember, no coming until I give you permission. Right?”

“Right.”

“Well, Sharon and I went into the boardroom, and I made sure to lock the door behind us. She wasn’t sure what I wanted to talk with her about, but I was so fucking horny that I couldn’t stand it! I just blurted out the whole thing, I told her that it was you on the phone, not some customer, and that we had been having phone sex.”

“And what did she say?”

“Nothing, she just stared at me like I was crazy. And then I started telling her the things you had said to me. I could tell it started to get to her when she closed her eyes – that was the part where you were under my desk, licking your way up to my pussy.

“And then I told her how you made me ask her to stay, and added her to the fantasy. I even mentioned the sexy black dress she wore at the Christmas party.”

“And how did she take that?” Carl asked hopefully.

“She just said ‘Oh my God.’ And then she smiled and told me to keep going! So I did, and then I got to the end with kahramanmaraş escort the alarm going off and you having to leave, and my being all excited… And she said to me, ‘You poor thing!’ and then…”

“Yeah, and then?” Carl’s hand was moving steadily on his upright cock.

“She kissed me! She just stepped closer and put her arms around me, and kissed me. My God, Carl, it was the sweetest, softest kiss I ever had. And then she started running her hands up and down my back, telling me that she was going to help me out, and make me feel all better. Oh God!” Kim’s voice had been steady throughout, until it rose to a sharp gasp at the end of her speech.

“Babe? You OK?” Carl asked. The only sound at the other end of the line was a light panting for a few seconds. Then Kim spoke again.

“Whoo, almost came too soon there. I think I’ll slow things down a bit, maybe switch from, umm, sliding my wet fingers in and out of my pussy, ah! – to just lightly rubbing my clit for a while. How about you, honey, you almost ready to come?”

Carl looked down at his dick in his hand. Hard, thick, he was very turned on but nowhere near coming yet. “I’m good. Get back to your story.”

“All right. After that first kiss, things started to go a little – no, male that a lot faster. Sharon was kissing me harder, licking my lips and then sucking on my tongue. And her hands were all over me! I still don’t know how she managed it, but she got all my clothes off in, like, a minute and a half. And once she had me naked, she just stopped! Stopped kissing me, touching me, and she took a step back.

“For a few seconds she just stared at me. I can only imagine what I looked like – after almost coming with you, twice! And then making out with Sharon while she stripped me naked. I was so horny, my nipples hard, my pussy sopping wet, my clit tingling…”

Carl could imagine what Kim had looked like, too. Standing there in front of her friend, naked, panting, a wild woman. He gripped his cock harder, moaning quietly as a drop of pre-cum formed on the head of his cock.

Kim was moaning too as she continued her tale. “After running her eyes all over me, sharon stepped closer. She put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back. My legs met the boardroom table, and Sharon kept pushing, until I lay back across it. Then, mmm, she grabbed my legs behind the knee and pulled them up until my feet were resting on the table as well. I tried keeping my legs together, but Sharon didn’t let me. She pushed them apart, as far as they would go, opening me up right in front of her. I could feel the air-conditioning on my wet pussy lips. And I could hear myself, making little whimpering sounds as she ran her hands up my legs, my thighs, moving closer and closer…”

Carl closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, his arm moving like a metronome as he started jacking his cock a little faster.

“She leaned down, almost kissing my lips. I could feel her breath on my clit, tickling me. It was almost too much, too good. My whimpering turned into words, I kept saying ‘Please’ over and over. I just needed to come so bad.

“And then she thrust out her tongue, and licked my pussy. One long, long lick that ran the length of my lips and ended at my clit. I think I started coming as soon as her tongue touched me, and then when she started sucking on my clit, nibbling at it, I just kept coming and coming.” Kim’s voice rose during her recitation, and her words came farther apart, broken up by little gasps as she spoke.

“Oh God, I’m close, I’m very close. But I can’t come yet, and you can’t either Carl! Do you hear me?”

“Why not?”

“Because I haven’t finished the story yet. I only told you what she did to me, I haven’t started yet on what I did to her.”

“Oh God.” Carl slowed down his stroking, trying to last. For a moment all he could hear was Kim’s moaning and the wet sounds of his hand sliding up and down his hard-on. And then he heard a click.

Carl’s eyes snapped open, and his head turned toward the door. Standing there, leaning against the closed door, was his assistant Janet. She was staring at him, and he noticed the wireless headset covering her ears. Thinking quickly, Carl put two and two together.

“Listen, Kim,” he began. “The rest of the story, I assume it involves you and Sharon, ahh, continuing your activities, right?”

“Yes, of course. Why are you asking?”

“I’ll get to that in a second. Now these activities kastamonu escort you indulged in, I assume they include you licking on Sharon’s nipples, feeling them harden under your tongue.”

“Yes…”

“And sliding your fingers into her pussy, having it clutch at your hand as it slips in and out… suckling on her clit, enjoying the moans of pleasure as she pulls you harder against herself.” Carl was speaking to Kim, but staring into Janet’s eyes. His words had the desired effect as he watched her hand slowly move up her torso and start plucking at the tips of her breasts.

“Mmm-hmm, that’s right Carl.” Kim was enjoying his description as well.

“Before you get back to your story, honey, I have a question for you. What would you say if I told you that my assistant Janet had come into my office, locked the door behind her, and was staring at me right now.”

“Well that depends. Is she cute?”

“Oh yeah. About five foot two, brunette, shoulder-length hair, tight little hardbody…” Carl made a circling motion with one finger (from his left hand) signaling Janet to turn around. “Perky tits, about a B-cup I’d say. And a killer ass, nice and tight.”

“Ooh, sexy. And what’s she doing in your office?” It was apparent that Kim thought Carl was improvising on her story, adding his own spin to it.

“My guess is she was listening in on our conversation, and it turned her on to the point where she wanted to join in.” Janet nodded, confirming Carl’s supposition. “So the question is, what do you want her to do?”

“Me?” Kim asked in confusion.

“Yes, you. You’re in charge here. According to your rules, I have to keep stroking my cock, and I can’t come until you tell me so. Now you need to tell Janet what she needs to do.”

“OK then. What’s she wearing?”

“A light green blouse and tan slacks. And heels.”

“Well that’s too many clothes. The first thing she needs to do is to get naked.”

“Just like that?”

“Oh no. She needs to strip for you. Slowly.”

“OK, then tell her what to do.”

“If you insist. She should pull her blouse out of her slacks, and slowly undo the buttons. One… by one… by one… by one.” Janet followed Kim’s instructions, undoing a button every time Kim said ‘one.’

“Should she take it off now?”

“Not yet. She needs to leave it open, though. Just enough that you can see what she has on underneath.”

“She’s wearing a see-through bra. I can see her nipples, they’re hard and light brown and look just like chocolate kisses.”

“I bet you’d like to get them between your lips, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yeah. So what’s next?”

“Tell me, is Janet excited? Turned on?”

Carl looked at her with his eyebrows raised, and Janet nodded back at him enthusiastically. “I’d say so, definitely. That story of yours really got to her.”

“I think we need to make sure, though. I think she should unbutton her slacks and undo the zipper.” Janet obeyed the commands coming over the headset. “Then she should slip her hand underneath her panties, and slide a finger into her pussy. No, two fingers.”

Carl stared at Janet as she followed Kim’s instructions. “OK, now what?”

“Now she takes those two fingers out of her panties and shows you how wet they are.”

Janet held out her hand toward Carl, the middle two fingers glistening. As he watched, a drop of Janet’s juice fell onto the office carpeting.

“Oh God, she’s soaking wet.”

“Now tell her to clean off her fingers. I want her to suck then dry.”

“Oh yeah, she’s doing that, running her tongue over her fingers, picking up every drop.”

“Mmm.” Kim’s voice was muffled, and Carl knew that she was doing the same thing Janet was, tasting herself. “Does she still have slacks on?”

“Yeah, slacks, blouse, everything.”

“I want her to get rid of them – shoes, slacks, blouse.” Before Carl’s eyes, Janet quickly kicked off her shoes and stripped away her clothing. “Is she wearing underwear?”

“Yes, it’s see-through. And her panties are very wet.” Carl could make out the lips of Janet’s pussy. “It looks like she shaves, there’s just a bit of hair above her clit.”

“I want the underwear gone too. I want her standing naked in front of you.” Janet unclipped her bra and tossed it aside, then slid her panties down to the floor. Smiling mischievously, she tossed them at Carl, hitting him in the face.

“OK, she’s totally naked now.”

“Tell her to just stand kayseri escort there for now, with her legs spread. I want you to be able to see her hot little pussy, the wetness sliding down her legs, nipples begging to be sucked and bitten.”

Carl groaned at the sight, Janet’s hot body completely exposed to him, her pussy begging for his hard cock. He had to slow his pumping down to a crawl in order to avoid coming.

“Can she see you? Can she see your hard cock?” Kim asked.

“No, I’m behind my desk.”

“Then tell her to come around. If you can see her, I want her to be able to see you.”

Janet walked around to the side of the desk, and let out a loud gasp when she got a clear look at Carl’s hand sliding up and down his hard cock. Immediately she covered her mouth with her hand and stared at Carl in horror.

Carl listened for Kim’s voice at the other end of the line. After a couple of seconds of silence, he quietly said, “Kim?”

There was another pause, then Kim’s voice. “It’s not a fantasy, is it? She’s right there, just like you described.”

“Yes, she standing in front of me, naked. And I have my dick in my hand, just like I described.”

“So what happens now?” Kim asked quietly.

“Now Janet and I do exactly what you tell us to do, just like before. If you tell us to put our clothes on and go back to work, that’s what we do. If you tell us to do something else, we will.”

“So you’re saying that both of you are still under my control.” Carl breathed a sigh of relief at the playful tone in Kim’s voice.

“Yes, exactly. So what is your command?”

“Janet? Are you still there?” Kim asked.

At Carl’s nod, Janet cleared her throat and answered. “Y-Yes. I’m here.”

“Good. I want you to take a very close look at Carl’s cock, and then describe it to me.” Kim’s voice was low and sultry again, and Carl knew she had gone back to playing with herself.

Janet slowly dropped to her knees in front of Carl’s chair, then leaned forward. “It’s big,” she said. “I don’t mean that it’s longer than most, it’s just very thick. And the head is purple and dark. It looks like it’s about to explode.”

“Mmm, that’s perfect,” Kim replied. “Carl, are you still stroking yourself?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to stop now. Janet, I want you to put your hand on his cock.” Janet nodded to herself, and slowly reached forward. As her small hand wrapped around Carl’s hard-on, his breath caught in his throat.

“I’ve got my hand on his… on him. But my fingers don’t go all the way around.”

“That’s OK. Now Carl, are you about ready to come?”

Carl’s breathing had sped up, and he answered quickly, “Yes! I’m ready, I don’t know if I can hold off much longer!”

“Just a little bit more, sweetie. Now Janet, I need to know. Where do you want Carl to come?”

“Uh, what?”

“His come, where do you want it? On your face, on your tits? Or in your mouth?”

“Oh yes, I want it in my mouth. I want to feel him coming down my throat.”

“Good girl. Now lean forward and very very lightly, circle your tongue around the head of his cock.”

As Janet licked at Carl’s cock like an ice-cream cone, he felt his explosion getting closer. :Kim…” he said in a warning tone.

“Just a few more seconds, babe. Janet, take his head into your mouth. Once you have your lips around it, start stroking Carl’s cock up and down, quickly.”

As Janet followed Kim’s instructions to the letter, Carl made a strangled sound and clutched at the top of his desk.

“Are you going to come now, baby?” Kim gasped.

“Yes! Yes, I’m coming now!” Carl yelled.

“Me too, baby. I’m coming too, come with me!” Kim’s voice joined Carl’s in shouts and gasps of pleasure, as Carl’s cock exploded into Janet’s mouth. Her right hand jerked at his shaft as her left was buried in her crotch. It took a few seconds, but as the last of Carl’s come shot between Janet’s lips, she shuddered in her own orgasm.

For a few minutes, there was no sound beyond the heated panting, as all three slowly caught their breath. Then Kim’s voice came over the phone again.

“Janet?”

“Yes.”

“Did Carl come in your mouth?”

“Yes.”

“And did you swallow it all?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Good girl.” Janet smiled at the praise. Taking her left hand, she wiped at the drips of come that had escaped her mouth, and sucked the combined juices of Carl and herself off of her fingertips.

“Tell me, Janet, do you have any plans for dinner?” Kim asked.

“Well… no, not really.”

“Good. I think Carl should bring you home so we can meet in person. I’ll fix us a nice, home-cooked meal.”

Janet grinned impishly. “I don’t know, Miss Patterson. I’m pretty full already.”

“Well then,” Kim purred, “I have the perfect dessert in mind for us.”

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The late spring morning was beautiful. The sky had been scrubbed by a soft rain last night. The sun was glowing between the light, fluffy clouds drifting lazily through the sky. The beauty was lost on Christie. She had been driving aimlessly for awhile, her thoughts a dark contrast to the bright day. Ever since getting her drivers license fourteen years ago, this was what Christie did when she was sad or worried. It was her way of thinking, of coping with the mean vagaries of life.

She barely noticed the crunch of gravel under her slowly spinning tires as she went over her dilemma. She still remembered the wedding and honeymoon. She met Josh early in her senior year in college. It wasn’t quite love at first sight, but within a month she knew she wanted to be with him forever. When Josh asked her to marry him she didn’t hesitate. They married right after graduation, a lovely June wedding, and honeymooned on Maui. She stayed on the pill until eighteen months ago while she and Josh built their life together and built their home. When she stopped the pill, it was by mutual agreement.

After six months of excited anticipation, nothing. Trips to her doctor resulted in referral to a fertility specialist. She and Josh went through embarrassing interviews, invasive tests, and more months of frustration. Christie quit her job. That was not a major sacrifice. They had planned for her to stay home after she was pregnant anyway. Josh had been wonderfully supportive through all of it. They followed temperature spikes and charts and diets. He had even suggested a surrogate partner if she wanted. All the tests for both of them were normal. She would rather go without a child than be with someone else anyway. Last week they had talked about adoption. Josh was willing but they decided to wait awhile.

But the strain was showing in their marriage. Lovemaking, which had always been spontaneous and natural, had become a chore. Their tempers flared over minor things. Once they never seemed to have enough time to talk about everything they wanted to. Now there were hours of silence between them. Josh was working late more often. In her dark moments she had even become suspicious he had found someone else. She was barren. Their life together was less than it should be. She could understand what might happen. She knew, except when the depression descended like now, that Josh loved her and was faithful to his vows.

Christie, kütahya escort glancing in the rear view mirror, was surprised to see a rooster tail of dust trailing behind her. Somehow she had gotten to a dirt road. Looking ahead, becoming aware again of her surroundings, she saw she was on a narrow dirt track. Grass grew in the middle. She was in the middle of nowhere, a fitting match to her life. Christie pulled to the left side of the road, tears trickling hotly down her cheeks. Grabbing a tissue, she angrily wiped away the offending wetness. Self pity would not help anything.

She flung open the door and stepped out onto the side of the road, slamming the door behind her. Stretching out before her was a field that had not seen a plow for years. The fresh green of grass was lavishly spotted with splashes of color from spring blooms. The field sloped gently down to a strip of woods. The leaves were that fresh, cool, green of spring. Christie stepped over the shallow drainage ditch and began wandering through the field. She thought absently of picking some flowers to welcome Josh home that evening. The day had grown warm and the sun beat on her bare head. The grass rubbed softly against her bare legs, sometimes nearly reaching the hems of her shorts.

The cool woods seemed to draw her. She found herself at their edge. Up close, Christie realized it was a narrow band of trees with a short flow of grasses ending at a stream. She saw a path and went through. Now the stream drew her to its edge. It was swollen from the spring rains and seemed to sing to her as it tumbled over the rocks a short distance upstream. Mini-rainbows danced over the wavelets from the rapid flow and rough water tumbling through the rocks.

Christie was entranced, almost hypnotized, by the strength and sound of the water. She stepped out of her sandals and stepped into the edge of the stream. The water was cold. The current tugged at her ankles. Sand shifted under her feet, sending a sensation of her feet being gently massaged. The stream called her to its waters. She took a step and then another. Turning to face the flow, she let the water rush around her legs, caressing them. The wavelets tickled her inner legs, wetting the lower part of her shorts legs. The stream sang to her, inviting her seductively to share the sensuousness more fully,

Shaking her head, Christie manisa escort turned and waded back to shore. She started to slip back into her sandals but the stream still called to her. She looked around carefully. There was nothing to see but woods, flowers, grass, and the stream calling to her. She heard only the sounds of nature blending with the siren song of the stream. Her hands moved to her top and the buttons opened. A quick tug and the tail was out. Another scan of the area and she shrugged it off, letting it fall to the grass. Her hands went to her back and the bra followed before she could change her mind.

Christie moved back to the edge of the stream. Before she stepped in she noticed the dampness of her shorts. Another nervous scan and she pulled them down and stepped out of them. Now she entered the stream again, only her cotton panties between her and it. Wading out until the water lapped her crotch, she faced the stream and let it caress her, tease her, entice her. Its voice permeated her consciousness. She stood there, the water cold but her body warm and receptive. Finally, with a shrug of submission, she grabbed the waist of her final barrier and pulled them down. She bent forward at the waist, the stream finding her breasts and caressing them, tickling her flat stomach. The last vestige of propriety was tossed, soaking wet, to the bank and she took another step deeper, giving herself fully to the stream.

Standing facing the raging need of the stream, her legs open to the water, lulled by its song, Christie gave herself fully to her lover. Her head was back, her eyes closed, as her heat increased, bringing her slowly, agonizingly slowly, to ecstasy, then to fulfillment. Her legs were like rubber and she sank to her knees in the rushing water, letting it rush over her, cooling the heat it had so recently generated. She was so relaxed she wasn’t sure she could move. Maybe it would be nice to just kneel here, her body engulfed in the stream. Maybe lay down., let it have all of her. It had been months since Christie had felt such peace.

Finally the cold won and Christie rushed to shore, shivering. She stood there, her back to the stream, suddenly embarrassed by her nudity. But the stream still called to her, telling her now of her beauty. She turned, letting the stream see her body. She could feel the warmth returning and shivering had stopped. With a tingling mardin escort in her private place, she lay naked in the grass on her back, letting the sun warm and dry her, listening idly to the stream. She switched to her stomach to let her back dry. She was facing the stream, head on hands, as she silently thanked the stream for what it had done to her, for her. Finally she dressed again, except for her wet panties. Slipping into her sandals, she grabbed the panties and worked her way back through the woods.

Suddenly she heard the sound of a car engine. Her heart jumped. Was someone else here? Christie rushed toward her car, wanting its safety. As she neared it, she realized the engine sounds came from the car. She had failed to turn off the engine when she jumped out. The realization replaced one panic with another. Did the doors lock? A sigh of relief came as she crossed the choked drainage ditch and tugged on the handle. Christie clambered in and pushed the button that rolled down her window. Then she turned off the switch. She was tired. She pulled the handle and dropped the seat back down. She was tired as she lay back in the seat.

As Christie rested, she relived the last hour. Not wearing panties made her feel naughty. Her hand slipped inside the waistband of her shorts, finding only skin, then the roughness of pubic hair. Her hand slid further down, starting something that she hadn’t done since college. The old memories merged with those of the stream and the heat again flowed from the core of her being to her extremities, moans of ecstasy escaped her mouth, and then the collapse and sighs of completion. She lay there, letting peace permeate her.

Finally Christie sat up and popped the seat back in place. She surreptitiously wiped her fingers over her wet panties and started the car. Rolling up the window, she moved down the road until she found a wide spot. Christie turned the car around and returned through the settling dust cloud of her passage. She headed to a gravel road, hesitated, and then turned right. Her thoughts were focusing now, looking forward rather than back. The gravel ended at a paved road. Another hesitation, another right turn. A few minutes allowed Christie to plan what remained of her afternoon, then a left turn to a state road and she knew where she was. Shortly the overpass of the interstate appeared at the horizon. Her first act would be a shower. Then her best perfume, applied to the right places. Her outfit would be a favorite of Josh’s. A special dinner would be waiting for Josh.

As she turned on the interstate, Christie couldn’t wait to be home, for Josh to get home. Tonight would be special; tonight she and Josh would make a baby.

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