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What would I do with you for a whole day?? To begin our day….

You awake to the smells of omelets and Canadian bacon, with Mrs. Folgers brewing hot on the stove. Almost dreamlike, you lie in bed, the morning sun pouring thru the sheer window curtains. Propped upon your pillows, there is a single rose on the bed beside you. A small handwritten note rests beneath it. With excitement you open the note…it simply says…’relax my sweet – this is your day to be pampered and treated like a queen’. A smile breaks across your face as you realize that today – you are mine. It is then you notice someone standing in the doorway. Your beautiful face looks up at me as I step forward holding a breakfast tray…complete with orange juice and buttered waffles. I carry the tray to the bedside and place it over your legs. You are speechless of the gesture and can only utter a cute squeak as your beaming eyes make contact with mine. I see the utter joy and bewilderment in them, the satisfaction of having the day start the only way it can – perfect.

I am rewarded with our first kiss. I can feel the contentment as our lips meet, and the underlying desire. But our kiss is brief as I motion for you to enjoy the food before it cools. We make small talk all throughout your meal. Teasingly you share bits of the bacon with me, as we joke and enjoy the first hours of our day. We discuss the possibilities of what awaits us. Do we spend the day in bed – just enjoying each others company? Or do we take in the sights and smells of the town? Will our day be filled with the discovery of each other, or the hustle and bustle of the big city? We decide on a little of both. You finish breakfast and prepare to dress.

The choice of attire is not quite formal, but we do so want to be looking our best as we move about the town. With the shyness of a new bride, you ask me to turn my back as you dress. I do as you wish, temped to peak, but too much a gentleman to dishonor you so. Waiting for your approval to turn, instead I am surprised by you clasping your hands over my eyes. Your soft sweet breath whispers to my ear to turn around slowly…for you have a surprise for me. You make a point to mention that this day – if all it ended at that moment – would be the most perfect day of your life.

Teasingly you draw your lips across mine as you turn me to face you. With a reassuring word, you tell me to prepare myself. I can hardly contain my excitement as I wait for the light to meet my eyes. You drop your hands and I am awestruck by the vision that greets me. You are wearing a short sleeved chartreuse dress…which falls to mid thigh, a matching choker and medium healed shoes. Only a hint of makeup graces your silky smooth face – the perfect touch to a killer outfit. I am speechless in my feeling of pride…for soon I will have the loveliest creature on my arm for the whole world to see! My eyes meet yours and you see in them a reassuring smile that this day is perfect for me as well.

Excitedly we head out to continue our adventure. I am pleased with myself for assuming our plans to tour, for as we walk out of the apartment, a coal black limousine awaits us at the curb. The driver opens the door for us as we approach. I whisper something to him as I step in behind you. You ask where our first stop will be and I say it is a surprise. You smile and sit back into the plush seat to await your prize.

The limo arrives about mid day at the big league baseball stadium. Right up to the gate of the VIP section, we are whisked to our seats. A bit overdressed for the occasion, we laugh thru the stares as we munch on hotdogs and cracker jacks. Enjoying each others company as much as the excitement of the game. The mid day sun cascades down thru the stands until it rests upon your golden blond hair…almost like the spotlight of a stage. This vision is framed in my mind as I hear the crack of the bat – the home team scoring the winning run as the ball sails over our heads. A grand slam homerun in more ways than one. I simply smile….

We rise with the throngs of cheering fans giving salute to the boys of summer. Your arms raised high, simply brimming with excitement. Your dress pulls up your exquisite thighs. This does not escape my attention, for I am reminded so beautifully why I am proud to have you at my side. I feel enveloped – as if in a bubble…the noise of the multitude fades away from my consciousness. I am focused solely on you. In slow motion, you move before me…illuminated by the sun – natures proclamation of purest perfection. Feelings well inside me of guilt, of misguided fortune – for why am I so blessed to be here with you. This emotion overcomes me weakening my knees, I sink to my seat. You look down at me; the expression on your face is one of happiness. Our eyes meet and the signal beaming from them is unmistakable…love. Changing then to concern, for you see the turmoil that rages within me. Then a most encouraging smile blooms on your face, reassuring me that this is right – so absolutely right. ByCasino This is a moment I wish would never end. But our plans are set to continue this adventure, and now in my mind, there is no doubt. I want to go to a place where even more people can see my pride, anywhere that I can show you off. However much my heart screams for this…I inform the chauffer to proceed to the next destination. You look as if to ask where we are headed, then you simply smile and say not a word.

A short ride from the stadium brings us to the metropolitan art gallery. Forgoing the usual escort that is afforded to VIP’s, we are dropped off at the main entrance. Stepping out of the limo and offer you my hand. A nod sends the driver on his way – his services are no longer required. We ascend the granite steps arm in arm. This destination is far more befitting our attire as we are greeted by the hostess. Two glasses of champagne and an event schedule later, we are on our way to experience this fare.

Casually we stroll thru the main exhibit area, stopping at each and every display. I am so intrigued by your comments of the paintings and sculptures. Your culturing shouldn’t come as a surprise however, for you do so ‘fit’ me when we talk. Our conversations have always been engaging – which isn’t easy when speaking with me. I am usually more reserved with my inner thoughts, but you’re ability to bring them forth doesn’t surprise me either. I have obtained a comfort level that I’ve never had with anyone – and it shows in my actions and my words. You discover more about my philosophies, about how I think and feel of the world than you ever thought possible. Like a bad upper management executive – I have an attention span of less than five minuets. So to captivate my mind as you do speaks volumes! This being said we converse about our impressions…..lost in the distractions the art offers.

During our tour, we find ourselves in a less traveled area of the gallery. Looking at a particular piece of abstract art, one that is strangely erotic – I put my arm about your waist. You sink into me, two people melting together as one – just as the artwork’s colors swirl and blend. Our thoughts obviously heading in the same direction – we turn to each other. Without saying a word, we close and envelop the other in a close embrace, kissing deeply. A kiss that entwines our souls…we breathe with one breath. Eyes slowly close in the rapture of the moment. Lost to the world I take you into my bubble. What happens around us is not our concern nor worry, for true love has no critic.

For uncounted minuets we remain in our embrace, simply lost in one another. Desire rises within us. A heat, unbearable without release drives us. Like two animals lost in the rut, we tug and pull at each others clothing. Consuming. Breath comes in stolen gasps between mouthfuls of flesh. A conspicuous cough is the only thing saving us from going past the point of no return. Where embarrassment would be the norm, we look to each other as if something dear was lost. Regaining our composure, we simply smile at the uninvited guest and move on our way.

Our tour finishes quickly, the comments we make of the art are curiously sexually oriented – I wonder why. We walk out of the building and are surprised by the sun….for it is much lower in the sky – almost twilight. Turning to look at each other with the knowledge of how this must have happened…the embrace had lasted longer than we thought.

The spring evening surprisingly warm, we decide to walk back to your apartment. Along the river walk, we pass several quaint restaurants. One has a particularly delicioius aroma wafting out from the French style doors. We pause there along the rail to look down at the gondola’s floating by on the river below. Lovers paired two by two, engaged in various acts of dating. Their costumed operators quietly seek out the darker areas of the river…whether to sneak a quick peak, or simply to afford their fare a small bit of privacy. Hand in hand we take in the scene, slowly being overcome by the smells of the many Italian dishes emanating from the restaurant behind us.

A waitress approaches and asks if we’d care for anything. I look to you and ask if Italian is good, you reply approvingly. Then, quite by surprise, you ask her to bring out a 1982 Bordeaux. The waitress smiles and replies that she can and that she will return shortly. You turn to me with a smile on your face that cannot hide your pride, for the surprise on my face is very evident. 1982 was the premier year for full bodied wines and its record setting Bordeaux’s. Typically a source of sexist male pride is the knowledge of fine wines. Instead of feeling slighted by your doing the ordering, I’m overjoyed by the fearlessness of your independence. I simply say…”Thank-you” and offer you my arm to escort you to a walk side table.

Not long after, the waitress brings our selection and presents it to us. Here I take control by tasting the wine. As expected, the vintage is excellent as the By Casino wine stands up to its billing. Once the glasses are poured, I raise mine in a toast…”To beauty and discovery!” A most gorgeous smile breaks over your face as you nod and raise your glass. Our eyes meet, never leaving the others as we sample our choice. We go on to order our meal – Cannelloni Florentine. Absolutely to die for! It is followed by a raspberry cheesecake swirled with a white chocolate sauce. We finish our dinner and head out along the river walk.

Your arm wrapped about my waist and your head upon my shoulder we casually stroll along. The lights of the city cascade all around us, creating a most romantic atmosphere. Our journey home takes us thru a recently renovated park that boarders the street your apartment is on. We stop to admire the night sky at a well hidden gazebo. Sitting upon the wooden bench, we lean back and look up at the stars. I point out a rather brilliant light in the sky and tell you that it is my magical star. Any how any wish that is placed upon it will come true.

The silence that follows my remark finds you looking up to the light with your eyes squeezed tightly shut. Like a fortune teller in an arcade, I read your mind. As soon as you open your eyes, my lips find yours in a deep and passionate kiss. Not a kiss with the animalistic desire of earlier, but a soft, loving and caring kiss. Countless minutes pass, each enjoying the other’s explorations. Perhaps the knowledge of what discovery awaits us, bridled with the fear of the unknown, just keeps us content with the moment. Soft murmurs of our deepest feelings pass our lips, quietly whispered to your delicate ear. Another of those moments that one wishes would last forever. Again I am surprised by your actions as you stand and extend your hand to me. No words need be said, for the look in your eye says it all.

We spend no time crossing the lush contoured lawn of the park. The street is clear of traffic, for the hour is late. The doorman however is still on duty and he greets us with the tip of his hat. Upon opening the door, he informs you that your order awaits you in your apartment. You nod to him and grab my arm dragging me, giggling all the way across the lobby to the elevator. A tight embrace as we wait for the car to wisp us up and away from inquisitive eyes.

Once inside, the doors not even fully closed, we are on one another. The hot passion contained within us these past few hours explodes in a flurry of pawing and groping. Kisses that devour flesh…your lips, your face, and your neck. In an almost insane state, I pull the dress down off your shoulder. My hot mouth is not far behind, nibbling and sucking the soft skin. Your hands pull me closer to you, thrusting your chest upwards to meet my advance. The elevator comes to a slow halt, but before the doors slide open, you reach over and hit the stop button. The car, with its enflamed occupants hangs frozen eighteen floors above mother earth.

Thinking that this is not exactly how I envisioned our first encounter, but following your lead, we continue our frenzied exploration. Passion builds to a level almost unbelievable in its desire; we are consumed with the moment. My hands move over your supple body, feeling the soft curves. Your skin feels like silk to my overly sensitive fingers. The heat, unmistakable, emanates from your body. Our breathing gets deeper with each passing second. Pulling back slightly, I look up into your flushed angelic face. Your eyes are dreamily half closed, begging me to continue. Stopping I stand before you. My shirts unbuttoned to the waist…my Dockers fail miserably to hide my desire. I say to you that it’s best we move this to the privacy of your apartment. You reluctantly agree and release the elevator from its frozen state. The doors open to reveal a vacant hallway, a clear path to your door. You move out first, dragging me behind you. Giggling again as you fumble with the lock, a huge smile paints your face as you remember the surprise that you have arranged for me.

Once inside, you show me a silver ice bucket that rests in the middle of your dining room table. Inside is a chilled bottle of French champagne with two crystal glasses waiting patiently next to it. You ask me to go ahead and open the bottle and fill the glasses. But you instruct me to not drink any until you return. Willing to play along I agree. You dart off to your bedroom as if you are floating on air. Proceeding to open the champagne, a loud ‘pop’ announces my success. Pouring the bubbly fare…I fill the crystal goblets.

Placing them on the table by the leather couch, I set the stereo to play a selection of soft romantic music. As I turn from the cabinet, you are standing behind me. The surprise is evident on my face…for you have changed into a very sexy sapphire chemise. Closing for a quick kiss, you ask where I have put the champagne. I reach down and hand you a glass. You remark that these are more than simple crystal; they have magical properties…where By Casino Giriş any wish made by toasting with them shall come true. Raising my glass, you smile and say….”To everlasting love” Your glass comes up to meet mine without hesitation and the toast is made. Eyes locked to one another’s we drink to us…to love until the end of time.

We settle down on the soft leather couch, sitting as close to each other as we can without spilling our beverage. We quietly and nervously finish our drinks. Dreamily we lean back and begin kissing. Your hands roam over my chest, my stomach…exploring the firm masculine form. You kiss my face, my neck, working your way lower and lower. Closing my eyes I arch myself up. I feel you begin to unfasten my belt as your tongue teases my belly button.

Hungrily, you pull down my pants, taking the boxers with them. Your hot breath bathes my now fully erect manhood Light tickling kisses down through the course hair to the base of my cock. Your hand wraps around it and slowly begins pumping up and down. I feel your wet velvety tongue touch the sensitive head of my sex, sending shudders throughout my body. Pouty lips gently suck the swollen head into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it. In one motion, you take me fully into you, your hand clasp firmly around the part your mouth can’t envelope. Groaning I enjoy the feeling as I fuck your mouth.

Faster and faster you work at my cock and it grows in response to your actions. Any question as to how far you will carry this is quickly answered as you pull free with a wet sucking popping sound. The cool air that meets my throbbing member is a sensation that is beyond description. I open my eyes to see you hovering just above my cock, a thin string of pre-cum connecting your lips to my manhood. Your eyes stare up at me with a devilish look in them.

This is a site that turns me on so incredibly much that I can no longer resist having you. Pulling you to me, our mouths clash in a deep kiss….I taste my bitterness as I devour your lips. Passion now unbridled…my hands caress your arms, your sides, your breasts, your hips, your bare thigh… Wanting to taste and consume every inch of your flesh and not really sure where to begin. Consciousness is driven by a need to satisfy you as only I can.

Pulling the silky chemise above your waist, you climb on top of me. My cock brushes against your pussy. The heat and wetness – undeniable as my cock slides right in. As slow and gentle as I can be given our position, my cock pushes it’s way up inside you. Your eyes close halfway as your face takes on an erotic stare. You are so incredibly firm, your juicy pussy sucks me in tight. My hands are ensconced on your thighs, leg muscles flexing beneath my fingers as you move yourself up and down on my hard shaft.

Your breasts bounce playfully before my eyes. I dart my tongue out to lick and tease your nipples…trying to catch them in my mouth as they move by. Feeling my attempts you glance down and your smile widens as you realize what I’m trying to do. Pressing your tits to my face, I eagerly take in a hardened nipple. Suckling like a nursing babe, I devour your breast. Your hips grind down on my thrusting cock, pushing it deeply into your body. You are so hot and wet, I wish this never to end. But knowing there is so much more I want for us to do, I stop. Pulling my mouth free of your soft fleshy mound I tell you that I want to eat you. Rolling off and onto your feet, you grab the champagne bottle and head off to the bedroom. Leaving the glasses behind by design, I am not far behind.

I find you lying in your bed holding the bottle in one hand, the other absentmindedly rubbing your pussy. This scene before me is exactly how my dreams of you play out every night…your luscious body ready and willing to receive me. You playfully finger your cunt, working yourself into a sexual frenzy.

I climb in beside you and reach for the bottle of champagne. Taking a hardy swig, I position myself over you…my face hovering just above yours. Leaning down, I cover your mouth with mine and dribble the sweet wine from my lips to yours. You eagerly lap it up, taking in my tongue to secure every last drop. Kissing deeply, your hands roam thru my hair and over my back, clawing at me in anticipation of what is to come.

Grudgingly my lips leave yours, and begin to kiss a wet little trail down your neck to your chest. Pausing only a moment to fondle your pert nipples, I resume my downward trek. Upon reaching your stomach, my tongue dances about the ticklish flesh tormenting you. Here again I reach for the champagne and draw the cool bubbly liquid into my mouth. Letting it dribble from my lips, it fills your belly button. Licking around with quick little darts into it…you squirm and wiggle under my ministering. Your hands are once again in my hair raking thru it and at the same time pushing my face lower on your body.

Your eagerness is matched only by my desire to taste you. I nibble my way thru your pubic hair and lightly dance my tongue down the crease where your thigh meets your hip. Licking down then up, switching from side to side…lightly applying pressure as my hands wrap around your hips and draw you upwards to me.

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This is a recount of things that have occurred in my own life. I am not really concerned whether you believe me or not. The point is to broaden you mind as to the possibilities that exist. Religion has destroyed what I believe can be a wonderful relationship with a loving creator. Please enjoy.

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It began as an ordinary day.

I got up, showered with my wife. (It’s always more fun to shower with someone, other than by yourself.) Got ready for church. We loaded up the kids and off we went.

From there, everything was different.

When we first walked in, I was met at the door by one of the greeters of the church. Nothing out of the ordinary, it was like this every Sunday. As soon as I shook her hand, everything changed.

I was suddenly shown the image of her, naked, bouncing up and down on some guy I did not recognize, and shrieking like a banshee. She was obviously in the throws of passion and really enjoying herself. This image lasted for what seemed at least ten minutes. I could see her tits bouncing up and down as she ground her pussy against this stud she was riding. Her nipples were erect, pushing outward making the skin of her breasts tight.

It was as if I had a video camera and could change angles; zoom in, all the things that you would normally see on a porn movie or something.

I could see the moisture of her pussy as she lubricated herself sliding up and down on his pole. Her pussy lips would tighten and grip him as she pulled up, and then they would open just a bit on each down stroke. She would pull herself up off of him just a little, to the point that just his head was in her pussy and then once again she would slam herself down onto his cock. As she started to come, she threw her head back and then collapsed on top of him.

It was very, very erotic and nothing like what I would have expected from this quiet, reserved woman who sat at the back of the church.

The vision ended when we stopped shaking hands. It was only a few moments, but seemed much longer. And I was the only one who had seen anything.

As I took my normal post at the soundboard and got everything set for the morning worship, I called my wife over so I could ask her if she had seen anything.

As soon as she touched me, I was greeted with an image of her on her knees with a guy with a huge cock fucking her from behind, as she was desperately sucking on a cock in front of her. Sweat glistened off of their bodies and I could tell they had been going at it for a while. Every time the guy behind her would shove his cock into her hot, tight pussy, she was arching her back and pushing her ass towards him to meet every stroke. She was deep throating the cock in front of her, and he was close to shooting his load.

I could see her body tense as her orgasm overtook her. She began shaking, and her moans tuned into screams. The guy she was sucking on began to come, shooting his cream all over her face and tits. The guy behind her was steadily fucking her, causing her orgasm to build and multiply. When he finally shot his load, he was ramming her so hard it looked as if she was being pushed across the floor.

“What do you need Honey?”

I was taken aback for a moment as I was brought back into the reality of the real world.

“Did you notice anything weird when we were greeted by Mary this morning?” I asked.

Michelle answered, “I wasn’t crazy about her dress, but other than that, no. Why, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure. But answer me this, are you thinking about sex right now?”

Michelle looked puzzled. “Yes, but I don’t think we have time to do anything about it now,” she chuckled.

“Tell me, honestly, honey, were you thinking about me?” I was hoping that this would give an idea of what I was seeing.

Michelle answered, “Yes, why do you ask?”

“I am seeing images, and I’m not sure what to make of them. Let’s talk about this more later, okay?”

She flashed her beautiful smile at me, gave me a kiss and went and sat down.

I have always heard people talk about how God speaks to them, but I wasn’t really sure about it. As I was sitting ByCasino there working my magic with the soundboard, a voice spoke to me.

“I am showing you their innermost thoughts and feelings Scott.”

I looked around trying to figure out were this voice was coming from. There was no one around.me, but I heard the voice again.

“Yes, Scott. I am the Lord, and I am speaking to you. Do not be afraid. I have an important job for you to do. My children have lost their way. They have clouded my plans with their own agendas and have completely made a mess of the way sex was to be used. I created sex to be enjoyed. But I do have rules, rules that cannot be broken.”

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“I want you and Michelle to be teachers of the way I intended sex to be. Study my Word, open yourself to what I have to say to you, allow yourself to be used by me, and you will be blessed beyond your wildest dreams. I want my children happy.”

Okay, now I am freaking out a little. This can’t really be God, can it? And besides, he was talking about sex. You never, ever talk about sex in church. At least, I had never heard anyone talk about sex before.

“Go, place your hands on Christy’s shoulders, and you will see what her sex life is really like.”

The voice again. I looked over at Christy and wondered what I should do. I had heard that Christy and John were very straightforward about sex. Missionary position only, nothing else. I’ll admit I was curious as to what I might see.

“I walked over to Christy and placed my hands on her shoulders. Suddenly I was in their bedroom with them, watching them. Just as I thought, John was on top, Christy on bottom. After a few strokes John shot his load, rolled over and gave her a peck on the cheek and promptly went to sleep.

“Well that sucks” I thought to myself. I was thinking everything was done, when Christy got out of bed. She walked over to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer. After moving some things around she pulled out a red satin bag. She walked into her bathroom.

I followed.

Once in the bathroom I was greeted with the sight of an enormous dildo! It was at least two inches thick and about a foot long with balls. That’s what she had in the bag! She removed her gown and began slowly rubbing her breasts. Her nipples quickly grew hard from the attention they were receiving. I was surprised at the size of her nipples. They were about a half-inch around and stuck out twice as far.

I was amazed I had never noticed them before.

With one hand rubbing her tits, her other hand quickly found its way to her pussy. She began rubbing only the outside of her pussy lips, very lightly. I could see her skin respond with every touch. Her pussy was already glistening with her own juice as she began to rub up and down her slit. She separated her lips and slowly inserted a finger into her, now, very wet cunt. Soon after, she went to two fingers and then three. She wasn’t wasting any time. Her moans were growing louder as she reached for her very realistic looking friend. She slowly pushed the dildo into her pussy and savoring every sensation it was giving her. The sound of every vein of the dildo could be heard as her juices allowed easy entry. It filled up every inch of her pussy as she went balls deep.

Beginning to fuck herself, her other hand found it’s way to her clit. Rubbing her clit, she was now starting to get pretty loud. Her moans were keeping time with her fucking. Faster and faster, she thrust the cock into her pussy. “Fuck me harder!” she said. She was imagining some unseen lover fucking her hard. To quench the cravings of her pussy, she began thrusting the cock deeper and deeper.

Nearing her orgasm, she moved a hand to her ass and began to finger herself. She was screaming with pleasure while the dildo pumped her pussy, and her fingers pounded her ass. As she began to come, juices were squirting out from around the dido. She threw her head back as she came for the second time.

Positioning the dildo underneath herself, she began to grind back and forth against the enormous By Casino cock. She was squeezing her breasts and pulling hard on her nipples. As her third orgasm gripped her, she was now screaming “Oh, God. Yes! Oh, my God. Fuck me some more!”

She began to shake as her orgasm subsided. Placing her hands on her knees, she rested from the fucking she had just given herself. Standing up, the dildo gave a small pop as she removed it from her pussy. This caused her to jump just a little. She very lightly circled her clit, giving herself pleasure for a few moments more. She then began to clean herself up, careful to make sure there was no evidence of what she had just done. She placed the dildo in the bag, and kissed the tip of the head before closing the bag. Walking into her room, she put the dildo away. While climbing into bed, I noticed her smiling and looking very much like a, well-fucked, satisfied woman.

As my hands came off of her shoulders, She looked at me and smiled.

“How are you this morning, Scott?” Christy asked. She was completely oblivious to the scene I had just been shown.

“Great, and how are you and John doing?” I was doing my best not to look flustered.

“Not too bad” she replied, “About the same as usual.”

As I walked back to my desk, I felt bad for Christy. It must be terrible to go through life hiding things from your husband. And even worse, not being able to enjoy some type of satisfaction from making love to him.

“That is what I want you to help them with Scott. They need to know the truth about how to enjoy each other, to enjoy sex as much as possible”

“But what, exactly, do you want me to do about it?” I asked. “I can’t exactly invade their bedroom, and I don’t know how receptive they would be to a conversation about this.”

“Let me worry about that. You just be willing to be used. I will instruct you and Michelle as to what you need to do. First, I want you to be familiar with all the people here. Once that is done, we can begin the teaching.”

Even though this experience was strange and happening very quickly, I felt a peace about it all. I was honored to be given such a responsibility.

Next, I walked over to Becka, one of our teens in the church. She had just turned 18 and had always been the image of purity. I knew that there would be no surprises here. As I approached her, she smiled and stood up to give me a big hug.

As soon as she touched me, she stood before me naked. And I do mean me! Her thoughts were about me! I felt kind of strange standing there watching myself, but I was more amazed at Becka’s body. She always dressed very prim and proper, nothing tight fitting or too revealing. As far as any one could tell, she was overweight and kind of frumpy.

Boy, were we all wrong. Her breasts were large and firm, with large erect nipples. She was very slim and in excellent shape, with a slender waist going to a perfectly shaped ass. She was clean-shaven and had a beautiful bald pussy. She, truly, was sight to behold.

“Use me as you wish, Scott, for I belong to you” she spoke.

The “me” in the dream walked up to Becka and quickly grabbed her by her long blond hair, forcing her to her knees. My cock was long and hard, and I moved her head towards me and pushed my cock into her mouth. Being unaccustomed to the size, she gagged at first, but quickly got a rhythm going. She sucked on me for some time, moaning loudly and enjoying the cock in her mouth.

I moved her head away from my cock and pulled her up. Looking in her eyes, I said to her, “You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?”

I proceeded to sit down in a chair and pulled her across my knees. Her ass was stuck up in the air, and I began to rub my hands over the smoothness of her cheeks.

“There is only one way to deal with a girl who has been bad and that is to give her a good spanking.”

As the words left my mouth, I brought my hand up and came down across her ass with a loud slap. She jumped a bit but did not resist. I smacked her again and asked, “You have been a very bad girl, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I’ve By Casino Giriş been very bad.” She replied.

With another slap across her ass, I continued, “What bad things have you been doing?”

“I have been touching boys private parts”

“Their what? You can do better than that! Just what exactly have you been doing?”

“I have been touching their penises”

“Come now, Becka, use the words I have taught you, and tell me what you have been doing.”

“I have been touching their cocks, with my mouth” she said.

Smack! “Is that all, Becka?”

Smack! “No sir. I have let them touch my pussy as well.”

Smack! “Have they fucked you?”

Smack! “Yes.”

“What else have you done?”

“I have let them touch my ass. I have let them fuck my ass.”

Smack! “Did you like it?”

Very softly she says, “Yes”

“What?”

Louder this time, “Yes!”

I continued to spank her ass turning it a bright red color. With every smack, her moans grew louder, and her pussy was so wet that its juices began to run down her leg.

“You’re pussy is very wet, does it need some attention?”

“Yes, please!”

Slowly, I began to touch just the outside of her pussy lips. I was allowing my fingers to brush her skin, and this caused her to arch her back. Raising her ass in the air, I knew she wanted more of my touch. Next, I spread her lips and began to rub up and down her velvet slit. Her desire for more was building with every stroke.

As I pushed a finger into here wet cunt, her pussy contracted. She was overwhelmed with desire. “More please, give me more!” she begged.

I inserted another finger and then another. Continuing to fuck her, I added a fourth finger into the tightness of her pussy. She began to push back against me and was fucking herself against my hand. I slowly slid my thumb into her ass, and as I did, she was overcome with her first orgasm. As she came, I started fucking her even harder and deeper to intensify her pleasure.

When her orgasm subsided, I quickly stood and inserted my cock into her ass. Upon entry, she gripped the back of the chair and began to moan. I slammed, all of my eight inches, into her with as much force as I could. As I fucked her relentlessly, her body started to convulse. She screamed as she came yet again. Her body was bucking from the intense feelings that she was having.

I slowed my pace to enjoy this moment. Rubbing my hands across her tight, young ass was giving me such a feeling of power. Each time I went into her, my cock swelled with the anticipation of release. As I felt my own orgasm approaching, I pulled out of her, and pushed her to the floor in front of me. As my seed erupted from my cock, she grabbed hold of me and swallowed as much as she could. A few drops landed on her cheeks, but she didn’t miss much.

As she stepped away from me smiling, I was once again brought into reality. I could not get over what I had just seen and was amazed that it was me she was fantasizing about!

“She has these desires, yet feels that they are sin. So she hides her true feelings and locks them away so that no one will see. She should accept them. I put these desires within her when I created her. She needs to be shown that she can embrace these feelings and enjoy the fulfillment of her desires.”

“But what about her feelings about me?” I asked. “She should not be thinking about me in that way, should she?”

“She finds you attractive and knows you as someone close. She does not feel threatened by you. She doesn’t think there is any way that any thing like that could ever happen. You being the object of her fantasies allow her to feel safe. She does not desire a relationship with you, just sex”

“And that’s okay?” I asked.

“Yes”

“But what about adultery, fornication, the sin of lust? Shouldn’t we avoid those feelings?”

“All of those laws have been miss-interpreted by men. They have used them to suit their own agendas. I will teach you my ways so that you will be able to pass the knowledge onto others so that they might know the truth. I will speak through you, teaching my ways. I will take you to places you never thought existed. Allow yourself to be used, and you will be blessed beyond measure.”

“So… you are going to teach me how to fuck?” I asked.

“That and so much more.”

“Then let the teaching begin.”

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I take my profession as an educator seriously. I feel that I owe my students more than the mere contents of a History course. I feel I owe it to some of them to impart some knowledge of life, as it really is outside of the classroom.

Because of this avocation, I have feasted on the firm, taut, nubile flesh of freshman coeds for years. At 45, still fit, with salt and pepper hair, I’ve been a college professor for nearly 20 years, and in that time, I have sampled the hungry mouths, the milky breasts and arousal-hardened nipples, the firm, ivory thighs, the slick, slippery cunts, and even sometimes, the tight, resisting asses of more young coeds than I can count – and I’ve loved every minute of it. I have perfected my search and selection techniques into a science, and I can predict, almost infallibly on the first day of class, which sweet, innocent young girl will be mine before the end of the semester.

The search begins late in the summer. I am seeking a special girl and willingly invest the time to find her. Eighteen, and probably away from home for the first time in her life, the freshman coed can make the most wonderful little lover a man can ask for. As Dean of the Department, I always choose to teach two of the first- year survey courses that are mandatory for incoming freshmen. My colleagues revere me for being so democratic and taking two of the least wanted courses, but I have my reasons. I carefully examine the student folders for the girls enrolled in those two courses. Because the courses are survey in nature, the enrollment is high and I have numerous candidates. I eliminate the commuters – I want a girl living on campus, away from nosey parents. I also reject those with an erratic academic record in high school – I want the young scholar who has never failed a course. Being on Financial Aid or a scholarship is a plus in my selection, because of the added pressure to perform well in college. I often eliminate the obviously wealthy student, because she has grown up learning that a short phonecall to Daddy can usually resolve a problem in her favor, and I don’t want my little selectee to feel she has any easy solutions. I prefer an oldest child, or even better – an only child, so that their older siblings haven’t “shown them the ropes” about college.

By the first day of class, I have a pool of six to ten “possible” girls in each of the two classes, and I am ready for the first face-to- face meeting. I carefully and slowly call roll, associating faces with the names. This process is tricky, for I am searching for an intangible, a feeling. I want the girl to be attractive, of course, but in a quiet, natural way. I shy away from the flashy and the “slutty” looks. I tend to concentrate on the “sweet and innocent” look. The girl who has dated one boy seriously in high school, and now finds herself away from him, and is feeling insecure about how they can stay a couple. She’s aware of her sexuality, but not experienced. She’s known the “romantic” love of a high school sweetheart, and the passion of that love, but is yet to discover lust.

Last year began as typical, but didn’t stay that way, for long. It was also the year of my “Irish Lasses.” At the end of the first day of class, I returned to my office enthusiastic with the number of “candidates” I had selected. There were four lovely girls in “Ancient History” and three in “American History.” Now, after close inspection of their student folders, and meeting them in person, it was time to enter “Phase Three.” My reputation on campus is impeccable. Dean of the Department, published, and a favorite of the students, my elective courses are always filled quickly. Of course, the freshman don’t know this, but word of mouth spreads fast, and they soon feel lucky to have me for a required course. I’m known as fair (and fairly easy when it comes to grades), and an interesting lecturer. My assignments are reasonable, my classroom is relaxed and my office door is always open. I’m almost another “Mr. Chips!” The only thing my freshman students have to complain about is the weekly written assignment – an essay on the major points of the week’s lectures and reading material.

I have a very good reason for assigning this essay – it is “Phase Three.” By the end of the third week, five of the seven “candidates” asked for appointments to see me to discuss their failing grades. I had failed all seven, all three weeks. Grading at the University is “blind.” That is, the students place only their last five digits of their student ID number on all written assignments and tests. All grading is done by number, without a student’s name ever becoming associated with the product, unless the student permits it. However, as department head, I had already copied down the ID numbers of all my “possibles” during my initial selection process. Now, I was about to meet them “up close and personal.” Debbie was the first, and I immediately scratched her off the list. She was irate and aggressive about ByCasino her “F’s” and demanded I review each point and discuss the deficiencies. After teaching the material for so many years, it’s easy to refute any freshman’s arguments, but it still pissed me off to have to do it with Debbie. I assured her that her grades would undoubtedly improve as the semester went on.

Colleen was second, and was a definite possibility. Blonde, blue- eyed, she was pretty and fresh and had a dazzling smile. She was timid and nervous about her grades, hanging on every word of advice I gave her. I was charming and she was appreciative, and I could see the possible beginnings of that special something some students feel for some professors. She was thrilled with the time and attention I was giving her.

Susan was next and I took her off the list, too. Maybe she just didn’t compare well with Colleen, but I felt no electricity, no excitement with her. The fourth appointment was with Heather, and she made me wonder if I made too quick a choice with Colleen. The classic Irish lass, Heather had beautiful, heavy, glossy reddish-auburn hair framing her milk-and-honey complexion from which her luminous green-green eyes virtually shone. She was breathtaking and I wanted her. I wanted to part her red pussy hairs with my cock.

The last girl only made my life more difficult. Bridget was not as beautiful as Heather, but it was her full, lush body that I craved. I wanted to fill my mouth and hands with her full breasts, to crawl between her perfect legs to taste her sweet pussy. Colleen, Bridget and Heather – my choice had never been so difficult! Over the years, I had had two girls going during the same semester, but it was always a possibility that one would discover the other, and the results would be disastrous, so I didn’t risk it very often. Now, here were three girls I wanted – all young, beautiful, shapely, and possessing the “right” personalties to make taking them a real possibility, and they were only freshmen for a year! Not knowing which to concentrate on, I continued to fail Heather and Bridget, and tutor Colleen twice a week, in the hopes that they would help me sort it all out. By the end of mid-term exams (all essay questions, of course), all three of the girls had a failing grade, without a prayer of receiving any higher than a “D” for the course.

Bridget cracked first. She appeared in my office just as I was about to leave for the evening. She was dressed in a sweater and short denim skirt, white socks and sneakers, and I could taste my mouth watering as I ravaged her body with my eyes. “Professor, can you please spare me a few minutes?” “Of course. Come in, er…now let me guess…Bonnie…no…Bridget, isn’t it?” She beamed at my recognizing her. “Yes, Professor. I came to see you, before, but I’m in even bigger trouble, this time.” By the time she had finished telling me about her 3.75 GPA (if she didn’t count my course) and how she just didn’t understand how she could be doing so poorly, she was in tears. I wanted to put my arms around her and pull her warm body close, but I fought the temptation. My years of experience at this game would carry me through. I asked her permission to examine her grades, and took several moments (and several “Hmm…”‘s) studying the book. “Bridget, I can understand your concern. I don’t know what steps you can take to achieve a respectable grade. To assign extra-credit work, I would have to be fair about it, and give the entire class the option, and this wouldn’t help you, at all.”

She nodded and looked at me, wide-eyed and sincere,

“I’d do anything for a respectable grade, Professor.”

“Bridget, I think you should be careful how you phrase offers like that. You don’t mean `anything.'”

“Yes, I do, Professor.”

I gave a small chuckle,

“With an offer like that, you better watch out. I’ll have you raking my leaves and cleaning my windows. Please don’t make offers like that, Dear. After all, I’m only human.”

She locked her eyes on mine,

“Professor, you must understand. I am prepared and willing to do ANYthing.”

“Do you know where I live, Bridget?”

Bridget arrived on time, wearing sweater and jeans. I had an aromatic fire warming the room, Anita Baker on the stereo, and a very nice, white wine chilled. She was truly beautiful in the firelight. Her skin was radiant, her eyes clear, her lips full and moist. We sat together on the sofa, tasted the wine, and began talking. After I refilled her glass, I placed my arm on her shoulders and she leaned into me. She was still tense, but seemed determined to be cooperative. We talked about her small home town, and the one boyfriend she had gone steady with in high school – he went to a large private college on the opposite coast, joined a Frat, and wasn’t calling very often. I was gentle, and a good listener. Soon, she was lying on the sofa, with her head on my lap, and I was gently stroking her By Casino cheek and hair. I could feel her relax little by little, sipping wine (we were now sharing one glass), and talking.

I put the wine down and placed my hand at her waist. I moved it up, under her bulky sweater, until I felt her warm, smooth skin above the waist of her jeans. She tensed as my hand rose along her bare tummy, and halted at her bra.

“I’m a little scared and a lot nervous, Professor.”

“I am, too, Bridget. But I won’t deny that I’m enjoying this very much.”

She smiled a weak smile,

“Me, too. More than I hoped.”

I lifted the sweater up and she helped me remove it over her head and arms. Her bra had a front clasp and I opened it and lifted the soft cups off her burning flesh. Her breasts were magnificent. Even lying on her back, they thrust up, firm and proud. Her skin was wonderful – smooth, warm and white. Her nipples and areolae were small and round and centered, with just a hint of hardening. She was blushing under my inspection. She let a tiny moan escape her lips as I brushed my fingers lightly over her nipples. They hardened and looked like two pencil erasers. I caressed all of her breasts with my hands, pressing, gently squeezing. Her breathing became rapid as I slowly lowered my face down to her nipple, and she moaned loudly as I sucked it into my mouth, between my teeth.

I shifted out from under her and knelt beside the sofa. She closed her eyes and turned her head into the pillow as I opened her jeans and slid them and her panties down and off her hips and legs. Naked, Bridget’s body was even more spectacular than I had imagined – it was flawless. I knew I was truly going to enjoy the rest of the school year! I returned my attentions to her breasts, licking and sucking on one nipple, while caressing the other breast with my hand. My other hand slowly traced its way over her flat tummy, her navel, until, finally, it entered her curly pubic hairs. She groaned as I softly pushed a finger into her already-wet slit. Her legs relaxed and she allowed my hand to part her thighs. I found her clit and her hips immediately began a subtle humping against my touch. A second finger joined the first, gently squeezing her hard, slippery clit between them. She tensed – and then in one strong release, she came. Her toes curled, her thighs locked tight on my hand, she tried to pull her breasts away from my caresses as she cried out into the pillows. Slowly, so slowly, the wave receded and her body settled loosely into the sofa cushions.

I was hard and excited and I wanted her. I stripped off my shirt and dropped my pants and underwear. I stood beside the sofa and brought Bridget’s hand to my cock. She jerked it away, as though burned, and pushed her face deeper into the pillows. I understood. Her legs offered no resistance as I crawled between them and licked my tongue into her still-wet pussy. I heard her gasp as I found her clit and buried my tongue deep inside of her. Her legs spread wider, until I felt them settle on my shoulders, and her hips pumped onto my mouth. When I could tell she was again nearing orgasm, I lifted myself over her body and paused.

“Should I wear protection, Bridget?”

Her head made a tiny nod and I opened the condom and quickly slipped it on. I resumed my position, with my cockhead resting at her cuntlips. Almost immediately, her hips thrust up off the sofa to take my cock into her, and I cooperated by thrusting my hips down into hers. As I buried my cock to the hilt up her hot, tight pussy, her head snapped out of the pillows, and her eyes opened and looked at me. And then, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and we fucked.

Later, when the wine was gone and the fire was just a red glow, we dressed. With her clothes back on, Bridget was again the shy freshman, no longer the lusty little wench that had just fucked me dry – twice.

“What should I do now, Professor? Do I keep coming back? I’m new at this.”

I held her hand, “I’m new at this, too, Bridget. I don’t know what happens, now. I’m really quite embarrassed that this happened at all. But, I want you to know, Dear, that I am NOT sorry that it happened. These last several hours were the most exciting of my life. I really don’t want to think, right now, that what we just enjoyed was based on some tawdry barter for a grade. I just don’t want to think about tonight like that. It was too special for me.”

Bridget smiled and nuzzled her face into my neck.

“Me, too! I was so scared and nervous about tonight that I can’t believe I’m feeling so wonderful, right now. If it would be alright with you, I think I would like to visit you, again.”

“I was hoping you would say that, Bridget. It’s against every rule I’ve made for myself, as an educator, but I want to see you, again, too. But, you have to promise me that you’ll still study and read the material.”

Bridget nodded, giggled By Casino Giriş a little girl giggle and left. Ah! Success, again!

I didn’t realize how successful, until the following Saturday. I had been tutoring Colleen since our first meeting about grades. She was the classic high school over-achiever, doing extremely well there, but not able to keep pace in college. Her grades were the opposite of Bridget’s and she was desperate to improve her standing in as many courses as possible. The tutoring was boring and Colleen lacked the analytical skills to draw conclusions, but she was still a beauty to look at, and was obviously developing a crush on her brilliant, patient, caring Professor – me! But now, after the success with Bridget, I saw no need to carry Colleen any longer. I would discontinue the tutoring sessions, award her extra credit for her effort, and fairly grade the remainder of her assignments. After class on Friday, I told her my decision and encouraged her to try studying on her own, and I assured her that I had great confidence in her abilities. She seemed surprised, but nodded and hurried down the hall.

At eight o’clock, Saturday morning, my doorbell rang, interrupting my breakfast. In my robe, I answered the door to see Colleen standing there with a tear-streaked face.

“Colleen? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Professor! Please! I’m so sorry!”

“Come in. Now, sorry for what?”

I asked, as I closed the door.

“Sorry for whatever I did, that you don’t want to tutor me anymore!”

“Colleen, Dear, you didn’t do anything. I just think you’re capable of doing good work on your own.”

“Don’t you like me, anymore?”

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she looked at me. Her sky-blue eyes were flooded with them. Without thinking what I was doing, I reached out to her face and caught a tear on my thumb.

“Of course I like you, Colleen. Please don’t cry.”

To my utter and complete surprise, Colleen rushed to me, hugging me in her arms and pressing her cheek to my chest. My involuntary physical reaction to her closeness was all too obvious, but instead of pulling away, Colleen pressed her hips against my raging erection.

“Oh, no,” I thought, “the timing on this is terrible!”

I didn’t have much time to think because Colleen’s warm hand snuck under my robe and wrapped around my naked cock. I lifted her chin up and pressed my lips to hers.

“Oh, Professor! Please! Please make me happy!”

I didn’t care what she called it, but I knew it was going to make me happy, too. She slid to her knees and didn’t hesitate as she opened her lips and filled her mouth with my hardness. She was very good – maybe among the best I had ever had – licking and sucking and nibbling. Finally, she could tell when it was time, and proceeded to fuck my cock with her hot, wet mouth. It didn’t take long. I began to come and started filling her mouth with my cum. She continued until I stopped coming and then very delicately emptied her mouth into her hand. She stood and wiped her hand with a tissue and then stood close to me, seeking a kiss.

“Colleen, how did this happen? We can’t do this – as wonderful as that was for me – it’s just not ethical. You’re a student and I’m your teacher.”

“I don’t care, Professor. Isn’t it obvious to you? Can’t you feel how close we are? I’ve felt it since our first meeting, Professor. I really think I’ve fallen in love with you!”

The red light started flashing and the alarms were ringing in my head.

“Colleen, it’s just not possible.”

The tears started flowing, again.

“But, I DO love you! You’re so kind and caring. You’re the only one on campus that treats me like I’m special.”

“Well, you are special to me, Dear.”

I looked at her beautiful face, and thought about that wonderful, talented, sexy mouth of hers. I felt my dick stirring, again, and thought that maybe later I could explain to her about student crushes on teachers. At that moment, there was something else on my mind. I opened my arms and she pressed into me. I walked her down the hall, to the bedroom. Her eyes searched my face as I opened her jacket and removed her blouse and jeans. She was smiling when I opened her bra, revealing her small, round breasts, with tiny, almost red nipples, and she giggled as I lowered her panties to the floor and buried my nose in her soft, sparse, blonde pussy. She sat on the bed and watched me as I opened my robe.

“Oh, Professor! You are going to make me SO happy, aren’t you?”

And I tried. For the next two days, I tried my very best to make her happy. I had never had an easier assignment. She was a hungry partner in bed – lusty and uninhibited. Not shy about anything. We fucked and sucked and fingered each other until we were exhausted. Between fucking, she paraded around my house naked, washing up, fixing our lunches, doing my dishes. What a find she was! And, what a dilemma I was in! Colleen and Bridget were not in the same class, and none of the girls had the same major or dorm (part of my selection process), but maintaining a relationship with both of them – something I very much wanted to do – would be tricky and difficult (and exhausting!).

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The Wedding Planner

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The day started out much like any other day but its end will live in my dreams forever.

My name is Anna and this is my story…

*

I am a wedding planner and I was currently working on two weddings the Billings wedding and the O’Neil wedding. Never would I have imagined that in doing so I would find the man of my dreams. The O’Neil’s had chosen a florist they wanted to go with instead of using the one that I volunteered. So I was driving through rush hour traffic trying to get down town before they closed. I was already very aggravated because I was on the phone arguing with the bakery about having the cake done on time.

When I finally pulled up to the shop the lights were off. I rushed from my car and ran to the door. Looking through the window I saw a shadow of someone in the back through the adjoining door. So I knocked on the glass door. I heard someone yell from the back “we’re closed.” After the day I had there was no way I was going to leave this shop without talking to someone.

So I continued knocking until I heard a loud cuss and bang coming from the back room. When the door opened I saw him for the first time. He was muscled and dark. His hair was black, his eyes blue and he had a five o’clock shadow. “Can’t you read, we’re closed!” He said sarcastically.

“I see that yes, but if I could just talk to you for a moment.” I said to him. I could not take my eyes off him. He was the epitome of sex. The shirt he wore was tight to his chest and every muscle showed through. There was a hint of hair just below the V of his collar. My eyes followed the line of his chest all the way down to the waist of his jeans.

I heard him chuckle and my eyes shot up to his. When I looked at him I knew I was caught. His smile lit up his face and made him look so unbelievably sexy that my mouth actually watered. I felt my face go hot and knew my cheeks were getting red. I took a step back and a deep breath and said “I am looking for Decklin MacDuff.”

He stepped out of the door and stood in front of me just inches from my face and said. “I’m Decklin, who are you?”

The fact that he was just inches from me made it impossible not to breathe him in. His scent was mesmerizing, intoxicating. My head began to feel light and I licked my lips. I watched his eyes shoot to my mouth and watch as my tongue slid over my lips. My body was betraying me, I had never had this reaction to any man. I could feel my nipples harden through my shirt and I began to feel warm all over.

I tried to speak but my mouth was dry. I didn’t understand what was happening but I also did not want it to stop. I tried to take a step back and tripped over my own feet. It all happened so fast one minute I was standing in front of him the next I was in his arms. He lifted me up and carried me inside kicking the door closed with his foot. He walked to the back room and sat me down on a counter and went to get me a glass of water.

I took this time to try and regain some of my composure. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes. I kept telling myself over and over, “you’re a professional, he is just a man, nothing special. Get a hold of yourself.”

Within moments he was back and handing me a glass of water. “Here try this,” he told me smiling. I felt like a fool, I was acting like a teenager. I took the glass and chugged it down. I didn’t realize my mouth was so dry till the cold water hit my lips. I drank it so fast that some of the water spilled out and ran down my chin.

He reached out his hand and with his thumb he wiped the water from my chin. My eyes went to his when his hand touched my face and I could not look away from him. His fingers were rough, it had been a long time since anyone had touched me that way and my throat began to get dry all over again.

I pulled back from him and shoved the glass out to him. “Could I have some more please?” I asked. I looked down and saw that there was a piece of paper on the counter with ByCasino the list of flowers on it. Grateful to have the distraction I picked it up and started skimming over it.

“It’s for a wedding I’ve contracted well not really contracted, the groom is my best friend and I am the best man so I offered to do it.”

“Who’s wedding?” I asked not looking at him.

“Mark O’Neil.”

“No you’re not, the best man is a guy named Mac.” I said to him

“Wait how you know that?” he asked.

“I’m Anna Levey, the wedding planner.” I told him. “We were supposed to meet last week but you never showed up for your fitting. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it is not proper to make plans with someone then not call to say you won’t make it? I waited at that dam shop for three hours.”

“Whoa,” he said backing away. “Didn’t Mark call you? I had an emergency I was here at the shop till three am.” My apologies Anna, if I had known someone as beautiful as you was waiting for me I would have come, screw the emergency.”

I felt my face blush again and turned away from him. “Okay well, as long as it was an emergency I guess I can forgive you. I have to say I was a little disappointed when the O’ Neil’s declined my suggestion for a florist for their wedding. I always use the same one, he is really good. But I see now that they made the right choice, these flower arrangements will complement each other so well Mr. MacDuff.” I told him looking at the list.

“Decklin,” he said in my ear. “Or if you prefer Mac,” I lifted my head quickly and bumped into him knocking the glass of water out of his hand. The water spilled down the front of him before the glass crashed to the floor shattering into pieces.

“I’m so sorry, here let me….” I began. Before I could finish I felt myself being swooped up and carried across the room.

“Sit here,” he told me. “You are only wearing sandals I don’t want you to get cut.”

I watched as he disappeared into a door on the other side of the room then returned with a broom and dustpan. I could not take my eyes off him as he swept up the broken glass. I sat mesmerized and watched the muscle in his arms and back flexed and fill out his shirt more. I think I actually had to wipe a bit of drool from my lip. Or it might have been the water I had been drinking. He finished sweeping up all the glass then got a towel and threw it on the floor over the wet spot before turning his attention back to me. By that time I think I might have been panting like a dog on a hot summer day.

“So, do you want to take this conversation upstairs? I have a few drawings of the layout for the flowers I discussed with Mark and Brittany.” He asked grabbing the list of flowers from the table and walking toward me.

“Upstairs?” I asked puzzled.

“Yeah My apartment, I live upstairs.” He said smiling

That smile looked dangerous and there was no way I was going to his apartment with him.

“I think down here is probably better.” I said as I stiffened my back strait.

“Okay no biggie just give me a minute I go get them.” He told me handing me the paper with the list and walking back through the door where he got the broom.

I was glad when he left I need a few minutes to get my bearings. This guy had me all twisted up inside and I was not sure I liked it. I was normally one to stay in complete control of myself and my surroundings. I slipped down from the table and walked around the room. It was a work room for making flower arrangements. There were some coolers with flowers in them a few tables and shelves of vases. I walked over to the door that he had gone into and peeked out. To the right was a small alcove with a mop and bucket and some cleaners to the left a short hallway with stairs and a glass door. I stepped into the hallway and walked to the glass door. It was an entry to a dimly lit greenhouse. I looked to the stairs that more than likely led to his apartment and saw he was not coming By Casino and I pulled the door open.

I was immediately overwhelmed with the most beautiful smells I have ever experienced and the site was absolutely breathtaking. There were roses of every color imaginable. I saw lavender and lilacs and lilies. There were bleeding hearts and orchids. A large fountain and pond took up the center of the greenhouse and the flowers lined the three outer glass walls. I stepped inside and was instantly swept away. I found myself stopping every few steps touching and smelling every flower. The pond had koi fish and water lilies in it. There was a stone bench next to the pond so I sat and was admiring the site. My fingers were skimming the water as I sat there taking everything in.

“Be careful they might nibble your fingers.”

I jumped at the sound of his voice and the feel of his breath on my ear. Standing to my feet I turned and scolded him saying, “Didn’t you mother ever tell you not to sneak up on people?”

“I guess my mother missed a few things.” He said as he sat down on the bench. “Come sit with me and I’ll show you the drawings.” He said patting the seat next to him.

It took me a few seconds before I could move again. My heart was beating so fast. Why did he have this effect on me? This has never happened to me before. I thought as I watched him. He pulled the folder he was holding to his lap to open it up and when he did I walked over and sat down next to him. Once next to him he handed me the top paper. “This will be the ceremony arrangement. It is how Brittany and Mark want it. They want lavender and lilacs and I thought some indigo and baby’s breath. What do you think?” He asked leaning closer to me. His leg was pressed up to mine and I could feel his breath on my cheek.

I couldn’t think the feel of him next to me and his breath teasing my skin had my mind racing. The smells and the heat in the greenhouse were also making me dizzy. “Do you approve?” He asked inches from my ear. I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding and turned my head to answer him. We were face to face his eyes were pools of liquid blue he didn’t move. I don’t know what possessed me, maybe the flowers, the scents or the heat growing inside me but I felt myself lean in.

Seconds later I was in his arms and his mouth was crushing mine. I felt his tongue slide over my lips and I opened them inviting him in. He pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around me trapping me. At the moment I was happy to be his captive and allowed him to take me places I had never been. I felt his hand at the back of my neck pulling my head back and releasing my mouth only to savagely devour my neck. My nails dug into his back trying to pull him closer.

Then his mouth was back on mine. I felt him pulling me to his lap and allowed him too. I couldn’t believe it, here I was miss prim and proper sitting astride this god of a man. The goddess in me sat back and purred as real me pressed into him and deepened the kiss. I felt like I was floating he tasted so good I just kept my eyes closed and rode the wave.

I was slapped back to reality when I felt myself being pushed onto the cold hard table in his arrangement room. I opened my eyes and pulled my lips from his. “How…” I began but his lips were on mine again silencing me. This was so out of character for me but I didn’t care. I am a mature adult people have casual sex all the time right? I thought. When my hands pulled at his shirt to lift it up over his head my body won the silent battle with my mind and I let go.

I was rewarded with a solid bronze beautifully sculpted chest. I reached out and touched him, his skin was warm and hard everything I expected it to be. He slid the straps of my sun dress off my shoulders then reached around to unzip it. As he slid the fabric down his head lowered and he took my nipple into his mouth. Again I was swept away to places that I had only fantasied By Casino Giriş about. I felt his hands sliding up my thigh and under my dress reaching for my panties. I lifted each cheek as he expertly slipped my panties off and let them drop to the floor.

He reached for my hand and pulled it to the front of his jeans and pressed it to the solid mass growing there. What was this guy doing to me? This is crazy right? I though as I rubbed my hand around the budge in his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans then taking my hand again he guided it into his pants.

That was all the guidance I needed as I wrapped my hand around him and freed him from his pants. I stroked my hand up and down the shaft while he watched me. I gripped him harder and began moving my hand faster and his head fell back. My inner goddess was doing cartwheels I have never done anything like this before and it looked like she approved. I pressed my free hand to his chest and pushed him back a few steps. His head came up and he looked at me. Slowly and seductively I began a trail of kisses down his chest to his belly and lower. As I leaned forward I looked at him and smirked then took him into my mouth.

His head fell back again and he let out a deep moan as his hands wrapped around my head. I worked my mouth up and down the shaft while my teeth and tongue grazed him. I felt his hips start to slowly rock back and forth moving with the rhythm of my mouth. I reached up with my other hand and cupped him below the shaft gently squeezing as I took him fully into my mouth and throat. Seconds later I felt his hands frantically reaching for me and pulling me up.

His lips crushed mine as he pressed me back against the table his need evident by how rough he kissed and touched me. He spun me around and pressed me down onto the table bending me over pulling my dress up to my waist. I felt his leg press in between mine pushing my legs apart then felt his fingers reach under and run from the apex of my thighs to my ass. I was already wet and ready when I felt the tip of him slide up and down parting me. He positioned himself just right then reached up grabbing my shoulders. In one quick and deep thrust he was inside me. I stretched my arms out to the edge of the table and held on as he frantically pressed in and out digging his nails into my flesh.

The metal table was cold on my skin as he pressed me into it. He laid down over my back and turned my head so he could kiss me. He continued to kiss me as he thrust in and out. The table started to slide making a loud screeching noise as the metal scraped over the concrete floor. He pulled out of me and lifted himself up pulling me with him. He unzipped my dress fully and let it fall to the floor then relieved himself of his shoes and jeans then turned me to face him.

He lifted me up onto the table and pulled me to the edge. His mouth crushed mine again as he slid himself into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my nails into his back. I rocked my hips in rhythm with him tightening the hold my legs and arms had on him. My inner goddess was screaming “Yes…Yes… Fuck me!” as my hips rotated. I heard an animalistic moan from deep inside him. The rhythm was getting faster as we were climbing higher. I felt the warmth growing inside my belly as I neared climax. My head fell back and I shouted, “Yes!… Oh my god yes!”

“Cum with me!” he shouted as he slammed into me. His thrust were quick and deep pushing me over the edge. I clung to him panting and screaming. My orgasm erupted in a shattering avalanche of quivers and shakes from deep within me. He pressed into me one last time and he gripped my hips for leverage as his head fell back and he screamed out. His body shook with short thrusts as he released himself inside me.

His head fell forward and rested against mine as his breathing slowed. I heard him chuckle and I pressed at him pushing him back.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Do you think it might be better if we go to my apartment now?” He asked smiling. “Because I am definitely not done with you yet.” I laughed aloud as he lifted me from the table and threw me over his shoulder smacking my ass as he carried me upstairs.

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The Physio Ch. 02

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I just can’t stop thinking about it – not HIM, just certain parts of his anatomy! I’m walking around in a constant state of arousal – my panties are so wet all the time that my thighs are chafing. I grab every opportunity to bring out my “rabbit” (the best ever vibrator which has little ears that stimulate the clit while you fuck yourself silly with the cock part of it) and have a serious go at myself. I can’t stop at just one orgasm – I give myself at least 6. I keep going until my pussy is so bruised and sore and overstimulated that I just have to stop. Then I walk around feeling my muscles spasming with every thought, so turned on that I can virtually come in my pants without even touching myself. Whenever I sit, particularly at my desk, I find myself rubbing up against my trousers (jeans are all I want to wear because they are great for this), pushing down against the seat, having little mini-orgasms right there and then. Sliding my hand down my pants to grip my aching pussy, shoving a finger in, rubbing my clit hard to relieve the ache.

My mind is constantly picturing his cock – long and thick and hard, so very very hard. I want it inside me so badly – the vibrator is a poor substitute. And the hands, the thumb… oh! I’ve had a fair amount of experience, some might even say quite a lot. But I’ve never experienced that thumb thing. It was just unbelievable, then the fingers sliding in with the cock. Jeepers, that was amazing. I want more.

But I also know there cannot be another time. He did call and ask, with a laugh, for another appointment. I had to decline, citing professional issues. He did sound disappointed, but he didn’t try again. Just as well, i don’t think I could have refused him twice. Even talking to him made me spasm and get even wetter – in fact, I must confess, that my hand did stray to my panties, rubbing myself even as I said no to him. it took me seconds to come that time, the sound of his voice in my ears, the memory sharp as if it was all happening again.

In the midst of all this, I have discovered that I’m not the only one in my circle that has been unfaithful. I was quite shocked as it all came out. It seems I live in Wisteria Lane with the Desperate Housewives lining up for a bit of cock every weekend. No long term affairs, just hot one night stands, usually with married men so there’s no risk of strings. Wow. I seriously had no idea. They’ve invited me to go out with them tonight. And I think I just might. Not with the intention of fucking a stranger, but just to get out of the house where I’m climbing the walls with frustration to a place where I can watch, and possibly learn or at the very least, just sit and fantasise in peace.

So now here I am – it’s a rather dark, somewhat dingy pub. Pretty packed. A couple of pool tables (which remind me of my physio bed and THAT encounter, making my panties moisten even more), a bar, some tables and lots of dark corners that seem to be quite well ByCasino occupied. Couples are making out all over the place. It’s not exactly like an orgy, but it’s as near as dammit! The air is thick with lust, rank with the smell of it – it’s not only a visual feast but a feast of all the senses. I had no idea such places existed. I actually feel innocent, probably for the first time in my life!

It’s not long before my friends are hooking up with some rather tasty men. I note their ring fingers, the gold bands giving a lie to what they are doing, to their vows. I quietly sit at a table in a dark corner, watching. I can’t help but feel turned on by what is going on around me and I squirm and shift uncomfortably in my seat to try and ease the ache between my legs.

And then I see him – he’s standing at the bar with a couple of mates drinking his beer, ignoring all the goings-on around him. They are clearly not there on the pull, but out for a drink and to play some pool. I watch as they walk over to the pool table, my eyes straying to his crotch where I can distinctly see his package outlined by his jeans. Oh god, my pussy is aching, and I find myself rubbing against the chair beneath me. Breathless, I gaze at him, wondering what to do. And as if he can feel the heat of my gaze, he looks up, straight at me. I blush, but his face lights up, his blue eyes sparkle as he gives me an enormous grin. He says something to his mates, hands over his pool cue and makes a beeline for my table.

I feel like a rabbit trapped in the headlights – my heart is pounding and my breath coming in gasps. As he reaches me, he holds out his hand and, mesmerized, I take it and stand. There is no need for words between us – we’re not there to get to know each other, just to satisfy our greed for each other. He glances around then heads for the exit – at the door he turns to me and says: “do you trust me?”, I nod and we turn and leave the pub together. He takes me around the corner to his car, which is parked in the alley behind the pub. He turns and grabs me, pulling me up against him, grinding his hips against me so that I can feel his hardness. Oh! He’s as turned on as me. His lips descend onto mine and all thought stops. I can feel the bonnet of the car pressing into my arse, his hard cock pushing against my stomach and his tongue exploring my mouth. My tongue responds, playing with his, sliding into his mouth, my teeth nibbling lightly on his lip. He groans and tightens his grip on me. Then he lifts me up and deposits me on top of the bonnet. He parts my legs and moves into the space between them. Now, when he grinds his hardness against me, it’s right on my pussy and I gasp and let out a moan. His hands are on my arse, pulling my pussy against him as he dry humps me. I feel like a teenager, my pussy is spasming again and I feel like I”m going to come, just like that.

His lips are travelling down my neck, sending goose bumps travelling By Casino over my body, making my nipples harden into twin peaks, pressing against the lace of my bra almost painfully. His mouth moves further down, tracing a trail down between my breasts, my buttons popping open one by one has his hands precede his tongue. He pulls my shirt open and lifts his head to look down at my breasts. What I see in his eyes makes me gasp out loud and thrust myself hard against his cock. His head descends and he mouths my one nipple through the lace. Oh! the roughness of the lace, the smooth wetness of his tongue. My hips are moving in a rhythm as old as time, totally unconsciously. The fingers of his other hand tease my other nipple through the lace, then disappears. Then I feel my bra magically loosening under his busy hands, push the straps from my shoulders and gently remove the bra. Again, he looks down at my tits, and I feel like the sexiest woman alive as his appreciation shows in his gleaming eyes and wicked grin. His big hands cup a titty each, and bring them together so that he can lick and suck and nip at them both at the same time.

I am almost mindless with pleasure, writhing on the bonnet, grinding my clit against him. I need more, and I need it now.

My hand slides down his chest, and further down to where his giant cock is pushing and straining against his zipper. I slide my hand over him and am rewarded with him letting loose a groan against my nipples. I can’t wait any longer, I fumble with his zipper, manage to get it open and yank down his pants and his boxers (yes, THOSE boxers). His cock springs free – as long and thick and hard as I remembered. It was not my imagination blowing things out of proportion at all. I close my hand around him and he flinches and moans. Oh god, I think I’m going to come, touching him is making me spasm and clench like mad. His lips have left my nipples bereft but he pulls me to him, my little buttons pressing against the fabric covering his hard chest. He rips his shirt open and pulls my nipples against his skin. Oh my god. His mouth covers mine again and his cock presses up against my wet wet panties as his hand slides down my back, down my outer thigh then back up the inner thigh, lifting my skirt as it skims up and up. Then he steps back and looks down at what his hands have revealed, I am exposed in all my glory, feeling grateful that I’d bothered to put on my laciest, tiniest little panties even though I was not planning on anyone seeing them!

He runs his fingers lightly over my mound, down to the lips, dabbing a finger into the wetness soaking through my panties. Then he puts his finger to his mouth, all the while holding my gaze and tastes my juices. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and I gasp out loud. My hand is still holding his cock, and I can feel it jumping, the moisture running out of the tip. My thumb rubs over the smooth hot head, spreading the drops of By Casino Giriş pre-cum it finds there around the sensitive tip of his head. He groans again, his hand possessively cupping my pussy then his fingers are sneaking around the side of my panties, lifting the elastic and sliding slowly right into me. My fingers clench around him and we both moan out loud. Its more than we can take. He lifts up my arse from the bonnet and in one smooth move rips off my dripping panties. Then he grabs his cock in one hand pulls me up against him with the other and shoves his cock into my hot wet aching pussy. I arch backwards, teeth clamped hard on my lip so that a trickle of blood escapes. He pulls me close as his cock slides in, and in, and in. My lips are stretching so wide, my muscles spasming around his hard hard big cock. And then he’s all the way in, our groins pressed up against each other, so close that our pubes are tangling. And we pause, savouring the feeling that we’d both wanted so much. Then I rock against him, rubbing my clit up against his pubic bone and he pulls back, almost all the way out, then slams it into me. Oh god, I moan, harder fuck me hard please, fill me up. And he does, hard and fast,slamming into me, pressing me against the hard metal, in and out. Of its own accord, my hand moves down to my clit and my fingers press against it and with that I come, and come, and come. My whole body is shaking, I want to scream out loud, but manage to keep my teeth firmly on my bottom lip. I moan and writhe, spasming deep inside around him, shuddering and when I open my eyes, i can see from his face that he’s fighting hard against his own imminent orgasm. My hips gradually stop writhing and his grimace reduces though not the pounding of his cock, in and out my wet, spasming pussy.

Then he suddenly stops, pulls out and flips me over so that I’m lying face down with my arse up. And in one smooth move he lifts up my hips and slides his hard wet cock between my lips and right into me. it’s all I can do to keep from screaming out loud. He’s slamming into me now, holding my hips pulling me hard into him as he pumps against me, into me. And just like that I’m coming again, involuntarily crying out as my muscles clench around him and I can feel him starting to come, his hips jerking into me, fingers digging into my hips, groaning deeply, gruffly.

We collapse onto the bonnet and he pulls himself out of me, gently turns me towards him and holds me close and kisses me. Just as well he’s holding me as my legs are shuddering so badly that I don’t think they could support me. We rest for a moment against each other, catching our breath. Then we start to tidy ourselves up – clothes, underwear, hair… glancing around I think how lucky we are that we were not witnessed as I don’t think we would have noticed at all.

A drink, he asks. I nod shakily and we return to the bar – popping into the Ladies quickly so i can tidy myself up properly, wipe up the wet and cum seeping out of me, wash my hands and fix my face.

I see the hectic pink colouring on my face and am grateful that my girlfriends are all otherwise occupied otherwise they would surely know what I’d been up to!

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The Windjammer Cruise Ch. 04

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To the Reader: This is the fourth chapter in a series. You will probably want to read the previous chapters to get a feel for the characters. Please feel free to leave any comments about the story and be sure to vote.

A special thanks to Angel for her liberal use of “The Red Pen”.

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Exploring the bathroom

As I push your short and panties to the floor, I see the towel that was holding open the bathroom door. After pulling up the towel away, allowing the door to shut, I notice your tight ass in front of me. I give it a few kisses.

“I can’t believe I got so turned on by watching your Charlie fucking my Carol. It was obviously not their first time together.” you marvel.

I couldn’t believe we had just watched our kids get it on just 6 feet from us without them knowing. I also couldn’t believe I was in the bathroom of my cabin on this sailboat, half naked, with my son’s girlfriend’s mother.

“What turned you on the most? Her aggressiveness? The expression on her face when she was giving him the blow job and fingering herself?” I whispered.

“Actually, it was the expression of pure pleasure on his and her face when he entered her from behind. And then seeing him cover her back with his cum.” you giggle.

I let my hands crawl up your side while I stand up. There isn’t much room in our cabin’s bathroom, so I’m pressed tight against you. With my hands cupping your breasts, pulling you tight against me, I whisper, “Maybe I should take you right here, entering your tight pussy from behind”. I add a little grind against your ass for emphasis.

“Hmmm” you moan.

With the door closed, it is dark inside the tight compartment, only the night light illuminating your face. I reach over to lock the door before reaching into my pocket to retrieve the condom I’d put in there earlier. I hand it to you saying, “Would you like the honors?”

“You mean in here?” you ask inquisitively before a grin comes to your face.

“There is no time like the present, and then I can wash you off in the shower unless you want to be like Carol and have cum sticking to your back during dinner” I chuckle.

You turn around, pulling my shirt up and over my head. I then feel you unbuttoning my shorts before pushing them and my briefs to the floor. While you are kneeling, you feel my cock bouncing against the side of your face. You grab it with the right hand and give it a few licks.

You hear me moan in pleasure as my fingers begin running through your hair. “Get the rubber on so I can fuck that sweet pussy of yours.” I plead.

“Yes Sir!” you giggle while you rip open the package with your teeth. My hands meanwhile are caressing your breast ByCasino and pulling gently on your nipples.

You fumble a bit in your haste to get the rubber on. “OK. Now I want you to fuck me hard. I am so hot for you.” you breathe as you turn around. With your hands on the sink, I feel you thrust your ass out to me. Soon I feel you reaching between your legs, guiding me to your velvety channel. You try to push back, but I hold you away, instead ever so slowly I enter you. After an inch, I begin pulling out only to hear you whimper “No.”.

I press back in, a little bit further before pulling out again. “Terry, stop teasing me!” you squirm.

I grab your hips and press all the way into you. “Yes!” you scream, a little shudder flows over your body. I hold you there, feeling your tight pussy contracting around me. My hands slide up till I’m cupping your breast.

“Hands on the counter” I command. While staying inside you, I reach over to turn on the light. You blink as your eyes adjust and I comment, “I wanted to see your sexy body while I fuck you.”

“Gawd this feels good. Give it to me fast and deep.” you plead.

I grab your hips and begin moving faster and harder. We both begin panting as our passion grows. The tight space prevents the air conditioning from keeping up. Our bodies are sweating as our thighs slap together.

I let a hand reach around to rub your slippery clit. You jump at my touch and then begin moaning from the waves of pleasure.

“I’m so close, fuck me harder. Cum all over my back and make me your slut” you giggle while you look up at me through the mirror.

I increase my pace, feeling your muscles tighten around me. I can barely hold it. I have to pull out, jerking the rubber off so I can spray your back with my hot cream. You have a look of pure ecstasy as you watch me explode. You gaze at me in amazement as cum lands on your ass.

My fingers reach around to grab your breast in one hand and your clit between my fingers. This sets off a massive orgasm that wracks your body. You let out a guttural scream of pure lust as your body shakes.

After you’ve recovered, I see you reach back to massage the sticky cream onto your ass. “I like knowing you came on my back Terry. It makes me feel so wanton.”

I reach behind myself to turn on the hot water in the shower. I then grab your hand and place it on my semi-limp cock. “Ready for round two?” I ask.

The Shower

You begin stroking my dick as we step into the shower. “We will have to see if you are up to the task.” you grin.

The warm water feels good against our skin. I grab the gel the ship provided us and pour some out onto your By Casino shoulders. I let it dribble across your chest.

“Turn around please.” I ask.

My hands begin rubbing your shoulders, slowly moving down your back. I look down and see the suds sliding over your tight ass. The slap on your butt startles and excites you before I begin kneading your cheeks. My hands then glide along your hipbones allowing me to begin washing your stomach. It is then I notice how firm and flat your abs are. “Hmm, I like the feel of this” I murmur into your ear while I pull my body tight against your back. You wiggle your ass against me, feeling my cock stiffen. My hands continue to move over the front of your body. You lean your head back against my shoulder, turning your mouth towards mine as my hand wrap gently around your breasts. They aren’t big, just a perfect handful. The soap allows my fingers to caress your skin and scintillate stimulate your nipples. You open your mouth inviting a kiss which I happily return.

You reach around to begin caressing my now hard cock. “Hmm, looks who’s getting a second wind” you giggle. Your body turns to face me before you hold out your other hand. “Gel please”

With a squirt of the gel in your hand, you spread your fingers over my chest. Our lips lock again. Our tongues are soon dancing passionately. I feel your fingers begin pulling on my nipple. The feelings were very new and exciting. You feel me pulse in your other hand.

“Hhmm, you like than don’t you” you ask with a snicker.

“I’m liking a lot of things you are doing right now” I reply.

You turn me around so the water rinses off my chest. More gel in your hand is then on my back. Your fingers follow the muscles along my spine before grabbing my cheeks. “I like the way you take care of your body. Makes me think you will have lots of stamina.” you chuckle before reaching around to stroke me, “Yyes, lots of stamina.”

“Turn around” you ask.

As I turn I feel you slide down my body. “Is class in session?” you ask before taking me in your mouth.

“Yes it is. And your first lesson is that there is more than just sucking on a cock” I choke. “Use your hand to gently caress my sack. Let my balls slowly roll in your hand. Gently squeeze them occasionally. Feel their weight.” I quietly suggest.

The feelings flowing through me are wonderful. You are a quick study. I look down and see the concentration on your face. Gazing around your hands and face, I watch the water streaming over your breast and dipping from your aroused nipples. You sense I’m watching you and look up at me. The lust and passion in your eyes excite me even more.

“You By Casino Giriş feel so great Ellen. You want to find the guys “G” spot?” I ask.

You bob your head yes with my cock still in your mouth.

“With a finger of your left hand, reach right behind my sack, but in front of my rosebud. You’ll feel a muscle there. Massage it gently and you’ll drive me crazy.” I murmur.

You move your finger as I instructed. “A little softer to begin with. You’ll feel the muscle harden just before I blow.” I look down to see the grin on your face.

“Do you like to swallow?” I inquire.

You release my cock from your mouth, still rubbing up and down with your hand, and say, “Remember, John doesn’t let me do this. It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted a guys cum. I’d like to taste it now, but I’d also like to be ‘Your little slut’ and feel your sticky cum on my breasts all night” you giggle, imitating your daughter’s earlier comment.

“Keep this up and you won’t have long to wait” I purr. I reach down, gently grabbing your head and pushing your mouth back towards my member.

You increase your effort, massaging my “G” spot, bobbing your head while sucking hard, and still stroking the base. Your pace quickens as you feel me expanding inside your mouth.

“I’m close Ellen” I pant. You turn me so I’m now in the water and you aren’t.

Your head begins moving even faster. I scream out in ecstasy and explode inside your mouth. You take the first squirt, then pull my out, aiming the next shots on your lovely tits. I watch as the sticky white cream adheres to your breast.

As I finish, you take me back into your mouth to suck the last drop. Meanwhile, your hand is massaging my jiz into your skin. “Hmmm” you moan around my cock.

You quickly stand up, making sure to stay out of the spray. “You tasted great Terry. I know I want to enjoy that again, soon” you add with a sparkle in your eye.

You reach around to turn off the water and say, “I think I better get back to my room to get dressed for dinner. But I’ll make sure not to wipe this off.”

“Does that excite you? Knowing your cum is on my tits. I don’t know what I’ll do during dinner knowing you are on me like that and that I was your little slut this afternoon”

“Yes it excites me Ellen. But who said you are my little slut ONLY this afternoon. I want to you wear that dress you did last night. The one that shows off your ass so nicely, only I want you to go ‘Commando'” I add.

“Commando? What does that mean” you ask with a slightly fearful look on your face.

“Well, you’ve heard that Navy Seals never wear underwear” I smile mischievously. It is obvious from the change in your expression when you comprehend what I just told you to do.

“I think that can be arranged if that is what you want your little slut to do.” you giggle.

We quickly dry off and you grab my bathrobe for the quick walk to your cabin.

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The Santa Fixation

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Two weekends before Christmas Terri and Al spent the evening at the home of Tina and Sam. Tina’s cousin Kendra who was in a junior in college was visiting for the weekend. After a wonderful meal of lasagna, salad, Italian bread and Chianti, the five settled into the living room. Eventually the conversation turned to the approaching holiday season.

Al commented that when he and Terri married eleven years ago they had to work at blending two distinct holiday traditions into one for themselves. Terri laughed that she is amazed how many holiday traditions carried forward into their adult life and what they want to do. Al said they both had to accommodate several of each other’s expectations and traditions.

Sam jumped in, “I know what you mean. Tina has had a different tradition that would cause my parents to shake their heads. For the last the last six years Tina has insisted that I dress as Santa and visit with her after all the kids have been in bed.” He laughed, “She has a Santa fixation.”

Tina blushed when Kendra asked, “Tina what is this fixation with Santa?”

Tina shook her head but her husband pressed them to tell her story. The others too encouraged her. As Terri and Al were good friends she told them her story.

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One Christmas Eve Tina awoke with a dry throat and the desire to satisfy it with glass of milk from the refrigerator. As she descended the carpeted stairway she heard noises from the living room. She continued to move quietly. On the bottom stairs she gazed through a mirror into the room that was lit only by the red bulbs of the Christmas tree.

A moving red figure caught her eye. Seconds later she was shocked when she looked around the corner. While aghast Tina was still transfixed and curious. She knew her father often played Santa at community and church events. There kneeling before Santa was her mother Erin. She watched her mother’s head moving back and forth repeatedly. Other than a guttural moan, Santa was speechless.

Tina had learned in health class about the mechanics of sex. Her mother had given the basics of the birds and the bees. It was her friends who talked about things never mentioned by her mother or in class. She knew enough from her friends to know she was witnessing a blowjob, an energetic one at that.

For the first time in her life Tina was gazing upon an adult penis. Good judgment said she should walk away, but ByCasino she could not look away.

Erin broke away, and gleamed up at Santa, “Santa, I love Santa’s cock. Am I naughty or nice Santa?”

As she stood Santa drew Erin into him and kissed her through his beard. Erin giggled at how his beard tickled her.

As they kissed Tina watched Santa’s his white covered hands grasp at and play with her mother’s small breasts. Erin like her two sisters and mother had tiny athletic figures. Though Erin’s breasts were small they were normally sensitive. On that night they sent stronger than normal pleasure sensations racing throughout her body. Her eyes rolled and then closed with pleasure. Tina watched with fascination her mother’s body undulate into Santa to urge him to keep pleasuring her.

One of Santa’s hands moved lower and disappeared below an upraised red skirt. Though the kiss had long ended, her mother still held Santa tenaciously around his neck. Her breathing became more rapid and shallow. It appeared to Tina that Santa was whispering something in her mother’s ear since Erin was nodding her head vigorously.

Minutes later Erin was laying on the carpet. Her blouse was wide open to expose her breasts to his glimmering eyes. Her skirt around her waist. That her mother was not wearing panties did not go unnoticed by Tina.

Santa lay beside her mother. They kissed as he took off his right glove. His hand then moved over her breasts and belly. Santa lowered his face. Tina’s eyes widened as Santa began to lick and feast upon her mother’s small breasts. Erin moaned quietly and her hand drew Santa into her breasts. Her quiet moaning intensified as one breast and then another fully disappeared into his mouth while his figures moved between her nether lips.

Tina remained transfixed as she watched a fleshly pole point downward toward her mother’s upper thighs. Santa moved over her mother. She nodded. Santa’s beard lay upon Erin’s chest as he lowered his lips to Erin’s. As they kissed his loins moved down.

Though his hard tool disappeared out of sight between Erin’s thighs, Tina knew what was happening when her mother’s hand reached down. She knew what happened when out of sight of Tina.

For many delightful minutes Tina watched Santa’s white ass move up and down as he thrust into Erin. Tina watched her mother’s legs repeatedly wrap themselves around Santa’s waist only to untangle them. By Casino She watched her mother’s body respond to the feelings being generated from within her womanhood. Erin’s cries of joy became more vocalized and increasingly high pitched. Periodically Erin’s body shook as her hips thrust rapidly up. Repeatedly she cried aloud as series of, “yes'” and “ooohhh’s.”

Even from her vantage point Tina was able to see the copious fluids covering Santa’s cock and the moisture all across Erin’s thighs. Tina knew enough to know from biology and the school lessons that her mother if she was not at the height of being receptive, she was only a day or two off.

After the second series of moaning cries Tina watched her mother aggressively roll Santa upon his back. She stood, but only momentarily. Once her blouse and skirt dropped to the floor Erin was left only in her red stockings. Tina blushed at seeing her mother’s nudity. Tina was well aware that not only was she taller than her mother but even at her age Tina’s breasts were larger as well. Only after she returned to her own room did Tina realize the significance of her mother not wearing a bra or panties.

Tina’s mouth hung open as she saw her mother move to her knees and position her womanhood above the erect and firm cock. The cock soon disappeared into her mother. It would disappear and then partially reappear before disappearing again. The only thing that was exposed on Santa was his loins. She watched him play with Erin’s breasts with his right hand. The more excited he became the more his loins thrust upward as he rocked downward, and the more he mauled her breast.

Their eagerness and earnest increased. Moments later Santa groaned a throaty “Ho, Hooo, Hooo”. Though her hips no longer were going up and down, they were undulating like she was a belly dancer. Erin nearly screamed “Ohh yeess” repeatedly. Erin nearly screamed “Ohh yeess” repeatedly. After their cries ended, Erin fell upon Santa.

Tina who had been touching herself moved quietly back up the stairway. She lay upon her bed with her hands and fingers delivering pleasure to her breasts and womanhood. With closed eyes, Tina brought herself off twice imagining that she was in her mother’s place with Santa. Most nights for the following two weeks Tina joyously brought herself release as she recalled the images.

Until she moved out of her parent’s home, Tina quietly watched her mother By Casino Giriş and Santa each Christmas Eve. For several days before and a couple weeks after Tina gave herself climaxes to the image of her being with Santa.

When Tina finished telling her story, Terri was the first to speak. “Wow. Your mother and father have such a wonderful tradition. No wonder you want Sam to dress up as Santa.” Turning to her husband she laughed with a gleam in her eye, “Honey, how about you getting a Santa outfit this year and starting a Christmas Eve tradition of our own.”

After finishing a sip of wine Sam laughed aloud, “We have not fully implanted her parent’s tradition. Go ahead, tell them the rest of it.”

Tina shook her head no but eventually with her husband’s urging quietly filled in the others on what her husband meant. “Nine months later by baby brother Ron was born. The next Christmas my mother thanked Santa for the special Christmas gift.”

She looked at her husband after she took a deep breath. He nodded. The others knew she had more to say. Tina looked at Kendra. Tina invited Kendra to visit for the week because Tina’s father Ken was not doing well health wise. She took another breath knowing that this was the time to break the news rather than tomorrow as planned.

Still looking at Kendra she continued, “The next year I noticed two things. Santa’s belt buckle was silver while my father’s belt as gold. When my mother thanked Santa for giving her the special gift I noticed that he had a burn scare on the back of his left hand just above his ring finger and pinky.”

Kendra’s mouth opened as she rose to go into the kitchen. As Kendra entered that kitchen Al said, “You are saying that Santa was not your father. Your mother seems to be the paragon of conservatism and virtue. Where was your father?”

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Less than two minutes after Kendra left, Tina entered the kitchen. She poured herself another glass of wine. She looked at Kendra, the youngest daughter of her mother’s sister. Sitting beside Kendra Tina asked, “Are you okay?”

She nodded before quietly saying, “I am now. It comes as a shock to learn Ron and I are brothers.”

“You and Ron are not siblings, just cousins.”

Kendra was puzzled. Tina sat there allowing her to think it through. She was born just a few days after Ron and she too was called “my Santa gift” by her mother. Kendra looked at Tina whose facial features were so like hers. People often commented that they could pass for sisters. The aha moment swept over Kendra. Her eyes widened. Without a word the two women stood. Kendra smiled as she stepped into her sister’s hug.

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Jessica arrived home to her empty home. It was only 10 AM and she knew it would be a while before Josh would be home. She needed him so badly, but would have to wait. Sitting on the couch, she began to think about how long it had been since she talked to her best friend Monica.

Monica has been her best friends since high school and stood as her maid of honor. Her best friend was always single and couldn’t be happier. Monica always boasted the benefits of not being tied down to just one guy. Jessica enjoyed hearing the stories that her raven haired friend shared when they got together. This time, Jessica would be telling the stories. Picking up her phone, Jessica chuckled to herself, “Monica is never going to believe what I’ve been up to.”

Forty minutes later, Jessica walked in to her favorite café and found a quiet booth in the back. A tall guy took her order and she watched as he walked away. Jessica figured he was a college student and admired his tight swimmer build and bleach blonde hair as he made his way behind the counter.

Monica arrived shortly after the waiter brought her latte over. Jessica smiled and gave a gentle wave at Monica as she made her way over. The waiter stared at Monica clearly enjoying the view. Monica didn’t acknowledge his burning eyes as she made her way to Jessica. Standing quickly, Jessica hugged her best friend.

As the girls caught up on recent events, Jessica felt like she was going to burst holding her news in. Finally she blurted, “Monica, you will never believe what I have been up to!”

“Oh my god Jess, are you pregnant?” Monica was excited.

“No, nothing like that.” Jessica rolled her eyes.

Without hesitation, Jessica filled her in on Jack and Josh over the past few months, Monica playfully smacked Jessica’s hand, “You dirty little slut Jess! I’m so proud of you.”

“Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment.” Jessica beamed a naughty smile.

“Honestly, I’m so jealous now Jess.” Monica was being sincere. “You have the best of both worlds now.”

Jessica couldn’t help but smile and nod; she knew she was in a unique situation.

“Is Josh playing with other girls?”

“He hasn’t mentioned wanting to. Do you think he does?” Jessica hadn’t thought about Josh with another woman.

“Would you let him play with another woman Jess?” Monica raised her brow playfully.

As Jessica thought about it she was mixed with emotion; would she want another woman to pleasure ByCasino her man? “I don’t know M. I really hadn’t thought about it.”

“It’s only fair Jess.” Monica looked sternly at her. “If he wants another woman, you should be open to that as well. Maybe you guys can start swinging! That would be so hot.” Monica’s voice rose with excitement at the thought.

The girls chatted more and Monica gave Jessica more things to consider about where her relationship may end up going. Having eaten and caught up on each other’s adventures, it was time for Jessica to get going so she could be there to meet her hubby when he got home. Jessica promised that she would do a better job of staying in touch and keeping Monica in the loop.

Once home, Jessica tied her hair up and had a quick shower to freshen up. Toweling off, she slipped a sheer black teddy over herself and climbed on the bed. Josh would be home any moment now and she wanted to be ready for him. Using the new toy that Jack had bought her, she lubed it up and slowly worked it in and out of herself. The sensation of the plug stretching and releasing her tight ass made her pussy even wetter. If Josh wasn’t home soon, she was going to finish without him.

Josh had a hard time focusing for the last few hours; knowing that Jess was home. It was all he could do not to just take the rest of the day off. Finally arriving home, he parked quickly and unlocked the front door. Stepping in, it was evident that Jess was home but she was not in sight. Sneaking down the hall, he wanted to catch her by surprise.

Peering around the corner he looked through the open door of their bedroom and smiled as he watched his wife. Lying on her back with her knees bent, she was slowly fucking herself. Unbuttoning his pants, he quietly stepped out of them and began stroking his cock. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t resist and made his way in to the room.

No words were spoken; Jessica’s eyes met his as he climbed on the bed beside her face. Josh put the head of his swollen cock to his pretty wife’s lips and watched as she took him eagerly in to her mouth. Jessica’s hands released the plug and felt it settle deep in her ass. Josh moaned as Jessica’s hands wrapped the shaft of his cock as he fucked her hot mouth.

Jessica pulled his cock from her mouth, “I need you to fuck me baby! I need this cock so badly.”

Josh didn’t need to be told twice and moved off the bed to get in position. Jessica By Casino climbed up on her hands and knees revealing the jewel in her ass to Josh.

“Fuck baby that looks hot.” His big hands squeezed her cheeks firmly before giving her a slap.

Josh climbed behind her and pushed his hardness in to her soaking wet pussy until he was buried in her. Jessica screamed out in pleasure as his cock pounded her deeply. Once in her, Josh began pounding her pussy wildly. His hands pulled her hips back to meet his thrusting cock. Gasps of air and cries of pleasure escaped involuntarily from Jessica’s lips as he savagely fucked her pussy.

Josh slowed his thrusts and focused on her ass jewellery. Grabbing the plug, he slowly pulled it out watching her ass stretch as the thickest section made its way out. It was much bigger that he imagined from the picture Jack had sent. Josh lined it back up to her ass and pushed it all the way back in making Jessica moan loudly.

The feeling of Josh’s cock buried in her pussy and the plug invading her ass was too much for her and she started to cum. As her orgasm swept over her, Josh began fucking her faster while driving the plug in and out of her at the same time.

Orgasm after orgasm, Jessica exploded until she collapsed on the bed exhausted. “Give me a minute.” Jessica panted.

Josh responded by pulling the plug from her ass and his cock from her dripping pussy. “Time to fuck that little ass baby.”

Josh straddled her as she lay flat on the bed and his cock pushed its way passed the tight muscles of her ass taking her anal virginity. Josh grabbed a handful of her hair as he slowly moved his cock in and out of her ass, each time pushing himself deeper.

Josh fucked half his cock in and out of her and watched his wife squirm beneath him as her ass adjusted to his hard cock. The plug had prepared her for his girth, but not the deep probing that Josh was now giving her.

“I’ve waited a long time to fuck this little ass of yours Jess.” Josh smacked her ass causing it to echo as Jessica whimper in pleasure. “You like my big cock in that ass, don’t you my little slut?”

“Yes baby, fuck my ass.” Jessica’s voice was pitched.

Josh’s big hands pulled her hips up in to a doggy position. “It’s time to get this cock buried in that ass.”

“Gentle! Please be gentle baby!” Jessica begged through the pleasure and pain his cock was giving her.

Josh responded by applying By Casino Giriş more lube to the shaft of his cock as he worked it deeper in to her.

It wasn’t long before Josh was thrusting his long cock in to her ass. Jessica had adjusted herself and her hand rubbed her pussy wildly as Josh took her long awaited ass. His breathing began to get ragged and his hands grasped her hips as he pushed himself deep and held it there.

Jessica collapsed under Josh’s weight and he plunged deeper as he collapsed on her. Josh grabbed a big handful of her hair pulling her hair back as he ploughed deeply until his cock exploded. Jessica could feel his hot load emptying in her. Josh’s grip on her hair slowly released and they collapsed on the bed with his cock still planted deeply in her.

Josh pulled her face to his and kissed her. “Fuck Jess, I love you! That was so fucking hot.”

Jessica kissed her husband as he massaged her breasts. She could feel his cock begin to soften and slowly make its way out of her ass. A few minutes later they stood embraced in the shower kissing and rubbing their soapy bodies together. Josh washed her back end and couldn’t help telling her how much he enjoyed taking her there.

Jessica cleared the dinner table and returned to sit on Josh’s lap, “Are you happy with this situation?”

“Situation?” Josh looked puzzled.

Throwing her arm around his neck, “You know the whole playing with other men thing we are doing.”

Kissing her neck, “I’m very happy sweetheart. You know it turns me on.”

“Do you want to be with other women too?” Jessica looked him in the eyes.

“Like who?” Josh chuckled.

“Any woman. If you wanted to be with another woman, I would understand.” As much as Jessica tried to be serious, Josh kept smiling coyly at her.

“Anyone?”

“Well yeah. I guess.” Jessica was confused by his question.

“Okay, I have wanted to fuck Monica forever.” He smiled.

Jessica was not expecting that and mumbled, “Monica? I just meant do you want to have the same situation as I have.”

“I do Jess. I want to fuck Monica.” Josh watched the confused expression on Jessica’s face. “I don’t want a free pass like I’ve given you Jess, but I would fuck your best friend silly if given the chance.”

Jessica was more confused now than she had been. She had thought talking about it would help her understand where they may be going, but it clearly didn’t. Josh recognized the concern and confusion on her face and squeezed her tightly.

“I love you Jess. I like what we have going on and I’m not looking to change anything.” Guiding her lips to his he kissed her. “Besides, now that you’re a nymphomaniac I can barely keep up with you.”

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Chapter 1

Isabelle and Alex had reconnected after a four month dry spell. Most people wouldn’t call their last four months a dry spell. Even when they were at their worst they still managed to make love 2-3 times per week. The intimate connection they shared was beyond making love. It required time and dedication that took more than the hour or so they afforded to spend making love throughout their time ill.

Although they self –identified as a BDSM couple, they wanted to experiment with so much more. They wanted to explore every aspect of there sexuality with each other. They identified as practitioners of yoga and as an extension of that, tantra.

~~*~~

On this warm Saturday, Alex was driving with Isabelle sitting in the passenger’s seat. They had taken the smaller car, not because of the fuel economy, but it allowed Alex to sit much closer to Isabelle. They were on the open road. The chose a two lane highway that meandered through towns that had general stores and mom and pop shops. The 4 lane monolith that could have gotten them to their destination faster, could be seen off in the distance.

At one of the many villages along the way, they had stopped at an ice cream parlor and Isabelle was now working on her strawberry milkshake. The milkshake itself, a beautiful piece of art made with love by the soda jerk. She had started with vanilla ice cream and added more fresh strawberries than should have fit in the cup. With vanilla, and “Ma’s” homemade preserves she blended it to produce a drink that was rich with strawberry flavor. The flavor came from real strawberries and not from chemical C568. The soda jerk even let them drink the left over from the metal cup.

As they continued their drive along this soulful road, they listened to music and chatted. Isabelle, squirmy in her seat asked: “Where are we off to Alex?” Alex ignored the question and continued to chat on banal subjects, the weather, this shop or that.

As Alex drove, he kept looking over at her and appreciating the view of his gorgeous wife. She was wearing a flowing summer dress. Her auburn hair glowed in the sun. Her bright blue eyes looking at and appreciating the sites and colors with the eye of an artist. It always amazed him how she pointed out various shades of green in a leaf or the reflections of color in a pool of water with a drop ByCasino of oil in it. Her ability to see the world through the wonder filled eyes of a child was one of the traits he loved in her.

Her play collar had various crystals on small chains that that hung and focused the view on her low cut top and ample cleavage. He had his hand in her lap. With her skirt lifted he stroked the inside of her thigh as they drove.

It was the perfect road trip day.

~~*~~

“Isabelle?”

“Yes Alex?”

“We’ve arrived, and our time here over the next three days, your play collar won’t be wearable. I brought your day collar. Let’s get it on you.”

Isabelle leaned in and Alex undid her play collar and put on her day collar. The day collar was their secret. To most people it looked like a pretty necklace. It was thicker and bolder than most necklaces. Alex would hug Isabelle, and press the knot in the necklace that sat on her chest and remind her that she belonged to him.

As Isabelle leaned in she asked, “But where are we?”

“The Silver creek retreat will be our home for the next three days.”

~~*~~

When checking in, the proprietor, Trevor, invited them to tour the grounds with him. The desk staff took their bags. They accompanied the proprietor to view the grounds. Isabelle held Alex’s hand through the tour as Trevor showed them the grounds. The tour started at the gardens, which were open twenty-four and seven for meditation. The next stop was beyond the gardens where he showed them the hot tub, a huge affair that accommodated twenty guests. The mid-day yoga class was in session. They did not see the studio. Trevor informed them that classes occurred at five AM and every 4 hours after that ending with the sunset class at nine PM. The tour ended by the water where Trevor showed them the waterfront and pointed to the path that led to the nude section.

Trevor presented them with an MP3 player and informed them it plugged in in their room where the tantra sessions were to be practiced if they wished.

As first time visitor’s Trevor recommended they lock their devices away so that the focus of the weekend be their partner. He provided a sample itinerary that they could follow if they were unsure where to start.

~~*~~

As Alex and Isabelle were led back to their room, Isabelle By Casino contemplated the grounds that they had just seen. She seemed troubled. Although they considered themselves tantrika, they had long ago decided that monogamy needed to be a core belief. Isabelle felt uncertain as to this truth when she had seen the grounds. With the other parts of their sexual lifestyle she knew that acceptance of others had to be necessary to find herself. Alex sensed her distress, and suspected he knew the cause. As Trevor left them at their door Alex took Isabelle in his arms, and said:

“We haven’t changed baby girl, it’s just you and I. Yes it is a tantric resort, but a yoga resort and a nudist resort. Any sexual activity happens here in our room, not anywhere else. Part of the package was the ability to order a tantric coach, or we can follow the meditations on the MP3 player. It is just you and I. There will never anyone else, ever.”

He said this as he hugged her and pressed the knot on her collar.

With the knot pressing into her chest and Alex’s words, she relaxed and focused. When Alex opened the door to their room, her fears disappeared.

The room itself looked like a sunken living room, with a carpeted walkway around the outer edge of the room. The sunken part was filled with pillows of all shapes and sizes. Along the walls were a TV and what appeared to be various types of exercise equipment.

Isabelle ran to the pillows and laid herself in them. “This is wonderful Alex. I love it.” Alex joined her on the pillows and they snuggled. Soon they kissed. As always when they started kissing, neither of them remembered how, but they were naked. Alex told Isabelle that he wanted to show her the shower.

The shower was a large affair; as large as a room. Built of natural rock, it reminded them of being in a cave. The shower boasted a bench in the center of the floor, and 4 giant showerheads embedded in the ceiling. You entered at one end, and walked into this grotto. A curtain covered a glass door at the far end. The curtain could be withdrawn and the door opened. Outside, the shower continued. The sun shone on you in your own little natural rock enclave with smaller showerheads every 2 feet or so. Each showerhead had a control, so that you could generate the water you wanted where you wanted.

Isabelle By Casino Giriş hugged Alex when she saw the shower; they stepped in and turned on all four internal shower heads.

As their man made warm rain fell, Isabelle looked into Alex’s eyes and kissed him with her eyes open. Whenever she kissed him like this, with her eyes open, they softened and Alex knew himself to be the only man in the world. He became hard.

Isabelle continued to kiss Alex. Their kisses grew in passion and intensity. Their tongues intertwined, they licked and kissed. Alex lay Isabelle in the center of the room on the bench. With the shower providing a warm rain that fell gently on their already wet bodies, Alex kissed Isabelle. First he kissed her on the lips, then started to move down, to her chin, then her neck. Each of her perfect nipples came under the onslaught of Alex’s tongue. Soon he kneeled between her legs, kissing her upper thighs. With the droplets of rain falling and landing on her body, he began to play with her vagina. As he moved his face close to her sex, the puffy outer lips parted to reveal her inner lips, engorged, wet and deep pink from her excitement.

Alex started to lick her. First her thighs then the outer lips, Isabelle began to quiver with excitement. The water falling reminded them of making love in the rain. Alex inserted two fingers and felt the spongy area on the front of Isabelle’s vagina swell; her G-spot. He settled into a rhythm, licking her clitoris and rubbing her G-spot. The amount of pressure that he applied to her G-spot, while still obtaining moans of pleasure surprised to him.

Within 2 minutes Isabelle’s vagina contracted around Alex’s fingers, and got wet. She had come from his oral play. When her orgasm resulted from oral sex, Isabelle was overcome with emotion, and wept. Alex held her until Isabelle came back to herself.

Alex slid Isabelle until her bottom rested at the edge of the bench. Standing at the edge of the bench, he lifted her legs and rested them on his chest. Then as he said, “Isabelle you belong to me.” He penetrated her. The rain from their shower tumbled on them, warm and gentle, as Alex thrust into Isabelle. He held her legs close to his body and looked on his beautiful wife. Although the position was awkward, he came quickly from the combination of the beauty of his wife, their position and the water that fell on them.

After they had dried off they wrapped themselves in ridiculous fluffy white robes with the retreats logo on them. They held hands as they headed out to the balcony to sit and enjoy a glass of wine.

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They sat together in the car, the conversation desultory, neither one really paying any attention to it, discussing inane things like the weather and if the other enjoyed their job. She was of medium height, about 5’2″, obviously of Italian descent, with chocolate-brown eyes and ash-brown hair, the description of a milf if ever there was one: dressed in a light white-and-yellow sundress, childbearing had filled out her already generous hips and behind, and nursing had engorged her breasts from their previous generous C-cup to a full DD. Hard work at her pole-dancing class had won back her trim waist and belly, something she was very proud of. He too was of middling height, around 5’7″, but broad across the chest and shoulder for his height. Dressed in black slacks and a blue button-down shirt, he was sufficiently fit to not be considered out of shape, though still with a hint of dad-belly at his waist, his copper-tinted short-cropped brown hair was paired with a red beard that complimented his blue and green eyes nicely.

Talking still, the conversation was slowing, with longer and longer pauses between each speaker responding. They both knew where the evening was going to end, but they both still harboured hopes of it going in a different direction. He could still get of the car and go home to his girlfriend; she could still leave and drive home to her family. But they knew, deep down, that the stage was set, the script, already written.

Billy Joel’s “Shameless” came on the radio, and to his refrains of helpless infatuation, their poor attempt at conversation slowly stopped. They looked at each other, just looked, gazing into each other’s eyes. Without realising, they began leaning in, closer and closer. His left forearm leaned on the console armrest between them, and, as if of its own volition, his right came up and gently caressed her face, pulling her ash-brown tresses back from her face, tucking the hair behind her ear as he used to do so many years ago. She closed her eyes at his touch, turning her face into his hand, reflexively reaching up with her own left hand to hold his hand against her face. She kissed his palm, gently, and his left hand grabbed her right arm, the passion beginning to rise in them both.

Suddenly she gasped, almost a sob, yanking his hand from her face and holding it down.

“We-” she said, just as he said “I-“.

Talking right on top of each other, they both stopped, looking down in embarrassment and shame. But it was too late. In her haste to take his hand from her face, she had placed it on her thigh, right at the top of her lap, and she suddenly became aware of where his hand was, practically on top of her womanhood. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, biting her lip, trying to keep herself from pressing his hand into her, giving a tiny, almost inaudible whimper from trying to not rise up into his hand on her.

He realized where his hand was at the same moment she did, suddenly aware of the incredible heat pouring from her, which his hand was resting directly beside. He breathed deeply, inhaling through his nose, and realised he could smell her, the car serving to contain the smell of her arousal, amplifying it. Reflexively, unconsciously, his hands flexed, his left squeezing her arm in its grip, his right squeezing her upper thigh through the light summer dress, digging his thumb into the crease between her leg and her nethers.

She moaned again, out loud this time. He looked up to her face, and saw her half-lidded eyes staring at him with a heat inside them that he knew he couldn’t resist, falling into them, leaning in, his right hand continuing to massage her as she used her left hand now to pull his arm towards her, pushing his thumb into the crease of her centre, and her right hand reached out to his neck, pulling him closer, mouth open, gasping for air like she’d run a marathon.

He felt her hand reach around behind his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers. He gasped himself, getting another lungfull of her scent permeating the air, pungent and erotic, the heady aroma overwhelming any remaining capacity for reason he might have had. Closing his eyes, he pulled her towards him with his left hand, and kissed her, hard, tongue darting between his lips to meet hers darting out from own mouth. His right hand clenched, drawing the light fabric of her summer dress up her leg, her left still pulling his hand into her.

Kissing still, eyes closed, their hands began to move almost as of their own volition. She brought her left hand up to his face to join her right, holding his mouth to hers as if her life depended on his breath. His right hand slipped under her sundress, while his left released her arm and began pulling the dress up her back, tugging it from under her. She began to unbutton his shirt, never looking at what she was doing, her eyes still closed in their breathless kiss. He continued to pull her dress from under her, while his right hand turned palm up and began to slip between her legs. Moaning eagerly into their kiss, she scooted her bottom up and spread her legs as much as could ByCasino in the limited confines around the steering wheel. His left hand immediately finished pulling her dress from under her, and reaching under it, began caressing her bare back. His right hand, having been granted access by her spread legs, began to firmly but languorously massage her cleft through her moist panties. She continued unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and proceeding to try unbuckle his belt. Her hands brushed his member as she worked at the stiff leather, and he groaned into her mouth. Pausing her work for moment, she caressed the length of him through his pants, and broke their kiss long enough to gasp, “Get it out. Please, God, take out your cock,” leaning her forehead against his as she rubbed at him through the thin material if his slacks. Not saying anything, just kissing her again, he proceeded to quickly flip back the length of leather and unhook it, slipping it out of the metal buckle and unbuttoning his pants, before her own hands brushed his out of the way and yanked down his zipper, pulling him out of his underwear and wrapping both her small hands around his length, fingers barely meeting around his girth.

“God it’s even bigger than I remember.” she breathed against his mouth, faces leaned in and caressing each other’s cheeks.

“You just remember it smaller, I promise I haven’t grown. You though,” he said, hands reaching for her breasts underneath the front of the sundress, caressing them over her lacy bra, “definitely have. Pregnancy was good to you.”

She giggled, then gently moaned. “You always did like them big. Now I’ve got them; big breasts to match this nice. Big. Cock.” She punctuated her speaking with gentle but firm tugs on his hardness.

He moaned with her ministrations, kissing her again, hands slipping around behind her to undo her bra, and deftly slipping its wire over her full and heavy breasts, still firm and high despite nursing two children, caressing their roundness and holding their weight, gently rubbing her nipples. She continued jacking him, skin rubbing up and down over the flared head of his glans, the end gleaming with his own leakings.

Breaking their passionate kiss, she said, “I can’t wait any longer, I need to taste it. I need you in my mouth again. Move the seat back, make room for me.” As he did as he was ordered, she moved her own seat back to make room for her legs and clambered over the centre console onto his lap. Briefly she straddled him, soaking wet panties pressed tight against his hardness as she held his face and kissed him again. Groaning at the sensation of her soft wetness pressing against him, he thrust up to her, sliding himself over the front of her panties, rubbing his hardness against her pliant, cotton-covered opening. Moaning into his mouth, she broke the kiss and lifted herself off him, breathing, “No, not yet. Later. I have a surprise for you first,” as she slipped off his lap and nestled into the footwell in front of him. There was barely enough room for her, but she was so small she fit. Holding him in one hand, she sensually licked all the way up his length, starting with his balls and licking all the way to his tip, making him groan in anticipation and jerk up towards her mouth. “Ready for your surprise?” she asked archly

Laughing, he said, gently teasing, “What is it? No braces this time?”

She made a face and stuck out her tongue at him, a wonderfully erotic sight that caught his breath. “No, silly. Well, yes, I don’t have braces anymore, but that’s not your surprise. I’ve been practising, and now I get to do this to a cock big enough to make it interesting.” And with that she kneeled up a bit, arching her back around the dashboard, aimed him at her open lips, and proceeded to engulf him in her mouth. Down she went, talking him all the way to the back of her mouth, almost half his length, and then pulling off. Licking the tip while she jerked him with her hand, she looked up at him from between his legs, watching him watching her, loving the fiery lust burning in his eyes. She licked down his length, coating him with her saliva, and gently sucked his balls into her mouth, first one and then other, still jerking him with her hand, and never taking her eyes from his. He moaned at her ministrations, the vocalisation torn from him almost involuntarily by the incredibly erotic show she was putting on for him. Licking back up his length to the tip, she licked all around the flared crown of his burning cock, and then took just the head in her mouth, proceeding to swirl her tongue around it. He moaned again and jerked his hips, closing his eyes in pleasure, trying to get himself deeper in her mouth. Smiling to herself around his dick, she closed her eyes herself, and down she went. Slowly, but deliberately, she took his entire length into her mouth, and, upon his cock reaching the back of her tongue, began swallowing, lifting her soft palate out of the way of the intruding flesh in her mouth, and suppressing her gag reflex, taking him down her throat. He lifted his head By Casino to watch this incredible spectacle, his eyes getting bigger and bigger as she proceeded to deepthroat her old partner. Finally bottoming out with her nose in his abdomen, she then reached out with her tongue and caressed his balls, which she was holding up high and close to his body.

Watching this display was almost too much for him to bear. Eyes wide, gasping and gulping for air, he tried desperately not to orgasm right away, nearly overcome from the sensation of being completely engulfed in her hot, wet mouth, his engorged member pulsing and throbbing in her throat. He could actually see where her throat distended around him. And then she pulled off his dick, slowly withdrawing it from her throat, and he watched her swollen throat return to normal as she came up off him. And when she had just the head in her mouth again, she swirled her tongue around his cockhead again, and then deepthroated him again, faster this time, her neck visibly expanding around his girth as she took him all the way into her mouth. And again she pulled off, and again repeated the unbelievable feat. And again, faster, and again, faster still. He was gasping and groaning, incredulous at the pace of her; she was, effectively, fucking him with her throat, and he had never felt anything so amazing, never seen anything so overwhelmingly erotic.

And then, on the next downstroke, she pushed his balls up against him, pushing them close to her mouth, and licked them while he was still deep in her throat, and he lost it. Throwing his head back and grabbing the door handle and armrest, he involuntarily thrust into the throat he was already all the way down. She rode the movement expertly, having hoped for exactly this reaction, and pulled back just enough to gently massage his balls with her left hand while she stroked him with her right, milking his orgasm for all that she could. She couldn’t taste anything, he was still too deep in her throat, but she swallowed rhythmically, stroking his cock from inside her mouth as well as with her hand. She wanted to milk him dry so that he would last long enough for round two. When he finally stopped jerking his hips, she pulled off him, licking his length as she slowly removed him from her mouth. Holding his cock in her hand, still caressing his balls, she grinned archly at him as she continued licking the length of him.

“Did you like your surprise?” she teased, still caressing him with both hands, licking his shaft again.

He groaned in response, barely able to lift his head to look at her. “My god, that was incredible…” he breathed, still winded from the prodigious orgasm he’d just experienced.

“You ready for round two?”

“Give me a chance to recover, woman! Climb over me, get in the back seat, it’s your turn,” he said, grinning at her.

She did so, squirming out from between his legs and snaking up his torso, kissing him as she came level with his mouth. He grabbed her face, holding her to him and kissing her fiercely, the kiss so fervid that she stopped and just lay prone along him, unable to move anymore. Finally he broke the kiss, though she moaned in need, and he gently slapped her ass to get her moving again. Clambering over him into the back bench, he twisted around and followed her. She lay along the bench, back in the corner behind the driver’s seat. He reached around the front and pushed both seats all the way to the front to give them more room, then kneeled behind the passenger seat and turned to her. Her dress had covered her again, and, his own eyes staring deeply into hers, he slowly caressed her legs under the dress. Sliding his hands along her full thighs to her hips, he lifted her bottom and slid the dress up from under her, pulling her panties down with his hands as they came back down across her hips. Negligently he tossed them to the floor of the car, and pushed her dress up to her waist, exposing her. Still staring deep into her eyes, he pulled her legs apart, spreading them wide and making room for himself between them. Massaging her upper thighs and hips, he finally broke his gaze and lowered his mouth to her pussy.

She was already wet, the scent of her juices filling his nostrils, driving him mad with desire, and he licked her languidly, from bottom to top, slowly, and firmly. She grabbed his head with both hands, twisting her fingers in his hair, moaning at the sensation of his tongue on the lips of her pussy. As he licked her, he removed his shirt behind him, folded it up and placed it under her bottom. Bringing his hands up along her abdomen, carressing in towards her centre, he spread his fingers along her lower abdomen and reached his thumbs down along either side of her vulva, massaging her firmly while he licked her slick pussy. As he massaged her vulva with his thumbs, he occasionally would bring his tongue up to her clit, pressing it firmly with his tongue. She made little sounds as did this, moans and sighs. Gradually, he went faster with his tongue, and harder, no longer simply licking her pussy, but pushing By Casino Giriş his tongue between her lips as he stroke the inner walls of her vulva with his tongue, and massaged the outer walls of her vulva with his thumbs. He began to stroke her clit with his tongue with every upstroke, and then began licking past it so that he could lick it again on the way back down again. Finally he settled on her clit, licking it slowly and firmly with his tongue, and, taking his right hand, slowly pressed two fingers into her pussy, his left hand reaching up her body and began massaging her breasts, slightly larger than the a handful for his large hands. Still pressing his tongue against her clit and stroking slowly, he began to move his fingers in and out, her pussy so wet that he met no resistance at all. She began arching her back in pleasure from the reaming of her clit and finger-fucking her pussy was getting.

Holding his head tightly, she tried to direct him, but he held firm, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her while licking her clit. Keeping her right hand twisted in his hair, she brought up her left to her breast, massaging it while he massaged her right. He was squeezing her breast so wonderfully, and gently pinching her nipple. Desperate for more sensation, she pulled her dress down and drew out her left breast from its decolletage, and brought it up to her mouth and sucked on her nipple. Her moaning as she did so caught his attention, and peering up from his station at her pussy, he saw her sucking her own breast, and groaned as he licked her, almost overcome by how hot she looked, eyes closed and suckling her own breast. He began licking her clit harder, faster, changing his pace in counterpoint to his fingers, which he kept steady and rhythmic. He pulled out far on one stroke and placed a third finger at her opening before slowly thrusting back in, returning to his steady finger-fucking of her pussy and his chaotic teasing of her clit, his right hand still squeezing and massaging her breast. He could tell she was being driving crazy, she was beginning to not merely moan but to cry out in her lust, her mouth still full of her own nipple. He started to go faster, and she bucked to meet his stroke, hips moving with his hand, her hand in his hair pressing his face hard into her pussy.

She began to cry out on each stroke in, and he increased the pressure and speed of his tongue, finally matching his tongue-strokes on her clit with the thrusting of his fingers, and she starting yelling out on each thrust, once, again, again, and then she began to wail as her whole body vibrated like a plucked string. Releasing her breast she grabbed his head with both hands, holding him to her clit, as he kept tonguing and stroking in tempo with each other. After a few moments she took a breath, gasping for air, and her body started to relax a bit. But instead of slowing with her, he sped up, thrusting harder, and licking faster, she gasped loudly, almost a scream, in surprise, and gasped again, and starting keening, her head thrown back, fingers almost tearing his hair out, her hips rose to meet him as she came again, even stronger than the first one. He kept thrusting and licking, keeping her going, each thrust of his fingers resulting in a little cry from her. She started trying to pull his head away, but he held firm, keeping her orgasm going, until finally she gave one loud scream and her entire body jerked, and she squirted, hard, spraying him along his hand and forearm, his lower face, his chest. Slowly, slowly, he relaxed and slowed his stroke, bringing her gently down from the incredible height he’d just brought her to.

She couldn’t catch her breath, gasping for air, her fingers still entwined in his hair. Removing his fingers from her literally dripping pussy, he gave one last slow, gentle lick from her top to bottom of her, and straightened up, her hands falling from his head to lay on her thighs. She was watching him as he looked at her.

“A thank-you,” he said, grinning like a cat in the cream.

Still out of breath, she said, “That… was incredible. I’ve never… where did you learn… that?”

“Oh, it’s something I picked up,” he responded, nonchalantly, pretending to examine his sticky fingers.

A roguish look on her face, she took his right hand in her left and pulled him close to her, until he was laying atop her, her breasts crushed into his chest. Slowly, she brought up his right hand, fingers sticky and shiny with her own juices, up to her mouth. “And,” she took his index finger deep in her mouth, sucking her own cum off it, “are you now,” she took the middle finger into her mouth, sucking it clean, “fully recovered?” and she sucked off his ring finger.

Balancing on his left hand, he pulled his right from her hand and cupped her neck, bringing her mouth to his for an ardent kiss, and her hands snaked around him, holding him close to her, crushing herself to him, her body rising in passion against him. Breathlessly they pulled away from each other, and she reached down to his cock, finding it rock hard and pulsing with his heartbeat. Pulling him to her, she placed the head at the sopping entrance to her pussy, dragging it up and down along her wet lips, coating him in her juices. Looking into his eyes, her own gaze smoldering, she said, “I want you in me. Now.”

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Senior Year Memories Ch. 14

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(Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it’s all in good fun, I swear.)

(Author’s Note: I know this chapter gets off to a slow start, but there’s some necessary story material to get out of the way for the coming chapters. Besides that, this chapter is one for the fans! Special thanks go to reader and writer MisterWildCard for the creation of Noa Kanzaki. He gave a review stating that my story was lacking certain archetypes, and intrigued by some of his ideas, I gave him the opportunity to create a character, and so Noa was born. I hope I don’t disappoint with her! He also gets credit for giving me a ton of other ideas, acting as a sounding board, and even doing some edits to this chapter, so thanks a ton MisterWildCard! Also, the character of Mrs. Sullivan, the librarian, is dedicated to a very special anonymous fan with a fondness for short skirts and fantasies of mature women. Look forward to more of her in the future. As always, if you’re enjoying this, please, please, please drop some stars, reviews or shoot me some feedback. Though I may not always respond, I do love hearing from all of you and seeing that you’re enjoying the series. It keeps me going and motivates me to continue writing more. You’ve all been wonderful and I can’t thank you enough for all of your kind words and encouragement and yes, even the criticisms!)

Previously, on Senior Year Memories: Sometimes all it takes is one bad day to lead to a major mistake. Nerdy 18-year-old Ryan Collins was nervous about meeting his goth friend, Josie Wong’s, friends, in the hopes that they would approve of him and hopefully lead to a developing relationship with Josie. However, they were hesitant and even hostile after Josie’s previous relationship with a guy led to a dark depression, and not wanting to make anything worse, Ryan left. Going over to best friend and sometimes lover Tori McNeil’s house for a game night, he discovered from Tori’s mother, Lauren, that Tori lied to him about her whereabouts to go out on a date with a girl they’d scared during the Halloween Scream, breaking Ryan’s heart after she told him she didn’t want to be in a relationship while they were still in high school. While commiserating with Lauren over Tori’s lies and Lauren’s husband’s cheating, Ryan and Lauren fell into passionate sex. Leaving afterward, Ryan was confronted by Tori’s visiting wild child college student sister, Rachel, who has discovered his phone and Senior Year Memories album, including pictures of her mom covered in his cum…

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A lot can change in a day. It’s so easy to start one out on top of the world and end it neck deep in a pile of shit of your own making that it’s amazing we don’t keep an eye out for those shit piles all the time. Take, for example, this day.

At the beginning of the day I was preoccupied by two things and two things only: whether or not I’d impress Josie Wong’s friends enough that us dating could seem like a good idea, and the identity of “Sam,” the mysterious, masked girl I’d fucked on Halloween night. I wasn’t really worried about impressing Josie’s friends because I’d gotten cocky and was sure I could impress anyone these days, though maybe I was a bit nervous because I really liked Josie.

No, I wasn’t truly worried about that, so I was able to spend more of my time focused on just who the hell Sam was. I knew little of her aside from the most cosmetic of details, but what little I did know had me looking at every girl in the senior class, sizing her up and figuring out if she was looking at me because she’d known we’d done something or just looking at me because I was staring at her and sizing her up like a fucking Terminator. There were a lot of girls who fit her build, and the sum total of my limited investigative skills couldn’t narrow a one of them down. Still, after the night of hot sex we’d had on Halloween, I felt, no, I knew I had to find her. I didn’t know what I wanted or needed from her after finding her, but I’d have been fine with a name and some answers about what had happened on Halloween.

Okay, maybe I’d have been up for some more of that intense fucking sex. That would’ve been awesome too. Not mandatory, but awesome.

At the beginning of the day, these were the things that worried me.

Less than twelve hours later, I was having the shit day of all shit days. Josie’s friends had rejected me and I’d run out on her. My best friend, Tori McNeil, had lied to me about being in a relationship for reasons that were all her own. In a fit of feeling lousy, I made a move on Tori’s mom, Lauren, and we had sex. It was amazing sex, some of the best I’d ever had I think, and for all the guilt I felt for it, I was too lost in my own anger and frustration to let that guilt get me down too much.

And that’s where I got distracted. bahis siteleri I wasn’t careful. I left my phone out, my phone with all of my Senior Year Memories pictures including one of Lauren covered in my cum, and it got discovered by Rachel McNeil.

Rachel fucking McNeil.

Tori’s sister. Lauren’s daughter. 5’2″ and 21 years old, bearing more tattoos than I could count on her pale skin, with glossy red hair chopped short and ragged, glasses, a punk fashion sense and an attitude to match, I never expected her to be my worst fucking nightmare, but I wasn’t surprised that she was either.

Rachel fucking McNeil.

I was a dead man, and the worst part was, I’d dug my own grave. Rachel was just here to shovel the dirt onto me. The only problem was she was taking her time, but that was her style. Ever since we were kids, she loved to play games.

We sat at a table outside the In-N-Out in Blair Valley, the next town over and our high school’s dreaded football rivals, if the banners on the street were to be believed. Rachel had driven me here without a word beyond basic commands and the occasional smug, vague remark. I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk to her, but I also knew I didn’t have a choice; it was just a matter of figuring out when we were supposed to do that and what we were supposed to say.

Rachel ordered for both of us, but I wasn’t hungry. The knowledge that your life was about to end kind of has a way of doing that to you.

For how voraciously she devoured her Double Double and Animal Style fries, you’d have thought this was just another day for Rachel. Casual cruelty had always been one of her strongest suits. When we were little, that meant her scaring or punching or pinching or just otherwise hurting us for the fun of it. When Tori and I got older, it became less physical and more psychological, constantly giving Tori shit for her appearance and dating habits and that I’d probably be a virgin for the rest of my life (proved her wrong there). Tori and I had seen her brought home by the cops on more than one occasion, which always gave me a thrill, but it was never enough.

I’ve seen Tori in some pretty dark fucking places because of Rachel, which got all the more confusing for the random moments when Rachel showed kindness. I’d seen her defend Tori against older students back when we were freshmen and she was a senior, and even now that she was away at college she still occasionally sent Tori care packages and snuck her booze. I’d seen a lot of strange relationships lately, but theirs is one I never understood.

“I ever tell you I love mysteries?” Rachel mused. “No? Of course I haven’t, because we’ve never really talked, have we? No, I’ve always loved mysteries, even fancied myself something of a detective when I was little. It led me to do a lot of snooping around in places and finding things I ought not to have found, getting me into a lot of trouble. Mom and Dad always used to tell me not to snoop, that it was a bad habit, but it’s a compulsion. It’s led me to a lot of trippy fucking places in my short and wonderful life, but I never in all my time thought it would lead me to hearing you giving it to my mom like a porn star.”

This would’ve been a fantastic time for the universe to drop a miniature black hole on me and take me out of the picture, I didn’t care where.

“What do you want? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” I snapped.

Teasing a single fry into her mouth, Rachel didn’t even flinch at my outburst. “I didn’t want to miss Thanksgiving.”

With Thanksgiving weeks away, that was clearly a lie. No doubt she was kicked out of school or something, but there was no way she’d tell me, not when I was prey she was toying with.

“As for what I want…” Rachel mused. “Well that is the question, isn’t it? I’ve got many wants and not a lot of ways of getting most them, but now possess the rare and frankly delightful opportunity to have one of my wants explored.”

“And you’re just loving having me twist in the wind, aren’t you?” I said.

Rachel put a hand to her chest in mock horror. “Little old me, making you twist in the wind? Why, Ryan, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t trust me!”

“I don’t trust you,” I said.

“Hmmm…” she replied. “Good point.”

I shook my head, anger and fear battling it out until only anger remained. “In fact, I don’t even know what I’m doing here.”

I stood up, ready to bolt. Rachel mused, “You know it’s a long walk back to Regan Hills?”

“I like walking,” I said.

“Nobody likes walking,” Rachel replied.

“I like it better than sitting here and watching you eat,” I amended, walking away.

“What’re you so fucking afraid of?” Rachel asked.

I rounded on her, snapping. “What am I afraid of? What am I AFRAID OF? I’m afraid of you. I’m afraid of what you know and what you’re going to do with it, of what happens with my life if you go out and start telling people what you saw, sharing these personal pictures, ruining my whole life when I’m just figuring out what canlı bahis siteleri my life is! Worrying that instead of just sharing my personal stuff you’ll just hold it over me, blackmail me into playing whatever twisted game you’ve got in mind!”

My blood was boiling, my hands balled into fists I didn’t mean to use.

Rachel didn’t even flinch.

“You’ve got some imagination,” Rachel said.

“What?” I responded.

“I know I’m an asshole, but blackmail? Come on, Ryan. Sexual blackmail is one of the worst fucking things in this terrible world, and you honestly think I’m capable of it?” Rachel asked.

“I don’t know what you’re capable of,” I said.

“True. But not that. Why? Well, first off, I don’t actually have your pictures, so even if I wanted to share them or tell other people about them, people would just say, ‘Why should we believe you? He’s a young white male, and you’ve been arrested how many times?’ It’d be my word against yours, and mine doesn’t have a lot of value ’round these parts. Further, if I were to try spreading them around, that would not only be criminal of me, but it would ruin more lives than just yours, say, the women in all the photos, including my mother and sister. I don’t want to ruin their lives, or yours. If I’m gonna be ruining any life, it’ll be mine,” Rachel said evenly.

This wasn’t the Rachel I knew, or at least the Rachel I’d envisioned. I honestly never had a look inside of her head, and there was every possibility this was another one of her games meant to keep me twisting in the wind before she dropped the hammer.

“Sit. I want to talk,” she said, motioning to the seat opposite her.

I could’ve walked away. If she meant everything she was saying, I could’ve walked away and she wouldn’t have done anything. It’s having a choice, instead of being viciously blackmailed, that made me sit down.

Through gritted teeth, I asked, “What do you want with me?”

“Some answers, for starters,” Rachel said, her voice now completely devoid of her twisted playfulness. “I want to know how the tiny, nerdy, meek little shit I used to push around got to screwing so many girls including the better portion of my family. I want you to start from the beginning, and I want details, and giving me a short answer like ‘it’s all because I got a big dick’ (congrats on that by the way, very nice) won’t cut it. I want all the details. Call it my detective side, but I just need to know how that happens.”

I mulled over my options and none of them were good. The more I told Rachel, the more power she had over me. I could, maybe should have, cut and run, but…

But.

I was going through a weird fucking day and needed someone to talk to about it, and being that I’d alienated or run away from most of the people I considered myself really close to, maybe talking to a stranger would make me feel better. Rachel wasn’t a stranger per se, but she also wasn’t quite the bitch I remembered her to be. Talking to her would be taking an extreme chance, but since she sounded earnest, it felt like a chance worth taking.

Rachel wanted everything, and so I told her everything. How it all started with Kaitlyn, and how one after the other it led to Brooke, Haley, Mrs. Lynn, Nadia, Addison, Tori, Josie, Mallory, Rose, Sophie, “Sam” and finally Lauren. Throughout this, Rachel was impassive, considering seriously everything I had without saying anything. Telling her the entire story felt strangely cathartic, like it was no longer just my own horrible (if wonderful) secret to bear. Even though history had me wanting to hate Rachel McNeil, I was grateful for her too.

When I finished my tale, she just stared at me in disbelief.

“So let me get this straight,” Rachel said. “You had a bad day. One bad day. Not two days, not three days, not a lifetime of pain and regret, but one single, stinking bad day. Some of the girl you like’s friends don’t like you. Not all of them, only some. Some of them don’t like you, and instead of engaging them in conversation and backing up Josie, the girl you like and want to impress, or just walking away with her like she was totally cool with, you leave her behind and run away like a little bitch?”

Anger built within me again. “That’s not-“

Rachel waved a dismissive hand. “Then you come on over to play games with Tori, only to find out that she was lying to you about being on a date when she specifically told you she didn’t want to be dating right now-“

“Yes, exa-“

“I’m not finished!” Rachel chided. “So instead of calling her on her lie and then giving her a chance to explain herself, let the two of you talk out all of your issues like responsible adults and see what makes this April girl so special that Tori had to do something so unlike herself and lie to her best friend, you wound up railing our mom instead?”

I wanted to tell her that it wasn’t like that, but that’s a lie. It kind of was like that, and she knew all the details anyway. Lying at this point wouldn’t do me any good.

“Yeah.”

“And that güvenilir bahis didn’t feel like it might’ve been the slightest of overreactions?” Rachel said.

“It didn’t feel like an overreaction at the time,” I said.

“Bad decisions rarely do. Believe me, I’d know,” Rachel laughed.

I sighed. This didn’t feel good, and it seemed almost certain that this was going to end badly. “So, what’re you gonna do?”

Rachel looked upward in deep thought. “I think… what I’d like to do… is help you.”

“I- what?”

This… okay, this wasn’t the last thing I expected Rachel to say, but it was pretty close.

“Help me?” I repeated.

“Yeah,” she said, sipping from her Coke.

A million thoughts of a million different things to say swirled through my head, but since one word was in nearly all of them, it was the one I chose to say. “Why?”

For the first time since we began this conversation, Rachel looked away at me, focusing on the cars in the drive-thru so she wouldn’t have to focus on me.

“Is it really so hard to believe I’d want to help someone?” Rachel asked.

“Yes,” I responded, noting what might’ve been a flash of hurt across her face. For her years of torment, I wanted to like that look of hurt, but it brought me no pleasure.

“Okay, fine. I deserved that. But you know who doesn’t deserve any of that shit? Mom. She hasn’t had an easy life. Losing her wild years to have me, only to have me be pretty epic fuck up. Working hard to live the best life possible and look like a fucking goddess, only to have Dad cheat on her left, right and center for no real reason but to say he could,” Rachel said.

“You know about that?” I asked. For Lauren’s sake, I’d left that out of the story.

“He’s good at hiding it, which is why Tori never found out, but like I said, I’m a good detective. I’ve known since I was a kid. He’d keep souvenirs, panties, pictures, cheesy letters and the like, total cliché but there you have it. You wanna know the crazy part of it? He may be a shit husband, but I’ve got a hard time hating him because he was always a good dad. It sucks so much when you want to hate someone but can’t, ya know?” Rachel said.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do,” I admitted.

“So, in a way, I want to help you as a thank you. It sounds like Mom had a lot of fun with you, and she deserves some fun in her life. You brought her probably one of the best times she’d had in a really long time, and that’s worth thanking you for, I’d say,” Rachel said.

Of all the gifts I could’ve gotten in the world, Rachel McNeil’s blessing on me having sex with her mom is far from one I would’ve expected or even thought of wanting, but it felt damn welcome.

“And that’s why you want to help me?” I asked. It sounded too good to be true, too neat, too… un-Rachel-like.

Rachel sighed, the sound of someone letting a lot off their chest. For this image of this big bad monster I thought was going to ruin my life, it made her sound oddly… human. “One of the reasons. I know I gave you and Tori a lot of shit growing up, and while some of it’s shit you had coming, not all of it is. If I can make up even a little of it to you by keeping you two from fucking your friendship up, that’d be some good karma, and I’m really big on collecting some good karma these days. So, that’s another reason. The other one, though… is your mystery.”

This mystery made the corners of her mouth curl up in a Cheshire Cat’s grin.

“Mystery? What mystery? I told you how all of this happened,” I said.

“That’s not a mystery, that’s just a fascinating combination of unexpected and unlikely. You got a big cock, you fell into a comedy of errors that led you to fucking a lot of girls and will likely have you fucking a whole lot more, and in the process of all this took the time to get good at sex and making sure your partners are right and properly pleasured, mazel tov to you. No, the mystery that’s got my interest is your masked girl, ‘Sam,'” Rachel said.

If she wanted to get my attention with a mystery, Rachel succeeded.

“What about her?” I asked.

“Well, you wanna know who you dipped your wick in, right?” Rachel proposed.

“More than you know,” I answered, honestly.

“And you’ve had no luck finding her so far, I’d guess?” Rachel said.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“Then since I don’t got much going on while I’m in town and could really use a project to kill the time, I propose we forge an unlikely alliance to get your life back on track,” Rachel said. She said this so much like a character out of a video game that I nearly expected her to crack a smile and tell me she was joking and that she’d already distributed the pictures from my album, but she didn’t.

I was pretty sure she meant what she was saying.

“How?” I asked.

“You get your head out of your ass and make things right by Josie, let me work on Tori. I was hoping for the chance of some sister time anyway-“

“She’ll love that,” I interrupted.

“I’m working on it,” Rachel shot back. “I want some time with Tori anyway, but I’ll try to find out what’s going on with her and that new girl she’s got, see how long it’ll take for me to get her to talk to you. While we’re doing our homework on these tasks, we also put our heads together to find out the identity of your mysterious Sam. How’s that sound?”

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The Real Loser

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[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; THIS STORY HAS A ‘HARDER EDGE’ THAN MOST; BE WARNED: HERE BE DRAGONS; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]

[High school enemies meet at times, with one heckling the other, a bookworm, as a ‘loser’ who had to drive a loser’s ‘mommy-mobile’ mini-van. The ‘loser’ studies overtime, eventually gets great job, the girl of both of their dreams, and a huge family. Bully who tormented them in high school eventually concedes defeat in the ultimate way.]

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Paul and Butch went to the same high school, but had two different experiences. Paul was one of those ‘bookworms’ who actually applied themselves, studied, and got grades above ‘C’. Butch had a blast in high school, hanging out with the hip music and home computer game crowd. He had it all over Paul when it came to flying fighter aircraft, chutes and ladders, gorilla’s on trellises, and some guy named Mario. Although he seemed to be happy, he did have that sense that Paul and he were headed down two separate roads. He had that eerie feeling that slackers get that someone might end up better off than him. As a result, Butch got increasingly bold in his practical jokes; when Paul did not respond like he wanted, he got even nastier. Paul put up quietly with three deflated tires (done in the dark while he was in the lab after hours) and a few scuffs on his car. Paul even had his bike stolen, but couldn’t prove who did it. Somehow, he knew that at the end of the day, it would be him that succeeded and not his relentless tormentor.

Five years later:

Butch was at his 2nd job, as clerk at the nearby convenience store, when he spotted Paul in the slightly worn eight year old mini-van that he inherited, along with the home, from his last living parent, his mom.

Butch: “Wow, I haven’t seen you in a long while, dude. What a loser…you drive a mini-van? God, you’re a bigger loser than when you were in high school, working at night for that lab experiment on the day that I set a record on Donkey Kong to the cheers of half the high school. Sorry you have to drive that mommy-mobile…wimp.”

Paul gave him a wan smile without commenting and went out to his ‘loser mobile.’ True, he wasn’t real proud of the van. It wasn’t because it was a mini-van but because he had a BMW he normally drove. It was in the shop and he had to drive his wife’s wheels.

After leaving high school, the ‘loser’ had jobs with giant companies like GE and Siemens where dedicated studious types were appreciated. This ‘mini-van loser’ had patented one of the things he had developed in high school, which earned him almost $250,000. That same ‘loser’ married Wendy, a girl that was dated by both Paul and Butch in high school. She had to choose: a dude who lived in his mom’s basement playing computer games, when he wasn’t working at 7-11. Her other choice, a ‘loser’ driving a mini-van, his real mom’s mommy-mobile, who also happened to have real money in the bank and a real job. Tough decision: she chose ‘the loser’.

Now it was five years since high school graduation, and one year since Paul graduated magna cum laude from UC-Berkeley with a BS in chemistry. That ‘loser’ was still driving the mommy-mobile, if only when his BMW 535 was in the shop (which was all too often.)

To emphasize the extent to which the mini-van driving high school bookworm was a ‘loser’, we have to see one day in detail. We will see how our hero, Butch, the slacker, was free of responsibility and driving any ‘loser mobiles’.

June 17th, 6am:

Butch: [He sprung out of bed. He had to be in convenience store uniform and ready to work during his 7am to 5pm shift. His breakfast was fast and easy, a nice bowl of Cocoa Pebbles, in milk that was a little bit old. It was a good day, as he was out the door set to be on time for once and not get written up for being late. It was unbelievable bad luck that he should be caught behind a three car pile-up and end up being twenty minutes late for work. His fellow workers joked that he was the only clerk that was not in management after working there five years.]

Paul, the ‘loser’: [The alarm woke him and his wife Wendy up. Wendy still had her high school figure, five foot five, a lovely brunette with an hourglass figure, about 36-23-36. He could have married her for her fantastic shapely legs by themselves, ignoring the fact that she had to wear big-cupped 36D bras that barely fit.

This morning was like most others for ‘the loser’. He awoke with morning wood, and his loving wife braced herself, ready to be just a ‘receptacle’ out of love and devotion. Sure enough, that ‘loser’ Paul was hard as a rock from sleep and just had to climb on board his gorgeous raven-haired high school sweetheart to vent his pent-up lust. They kissed passionately as the ‘loser’ as always dumped a heavy load inside his wife’s tight, welcoming, receptive vagina. Just this one thing made marriage well worth any hassles, as if there were so many. As his lovely wife lay on the bed, white opaque liquid ByCasino was dripping down both her thighs making two puddles which would link together into one large puddle. Once again her diaphragm had done its task. The bookish high school ‘loser’ was concerned that a family might overtax their resources, as substantial as they were.]

1pm:

Paul was called into the office, where he was lauded for his non-paid overtime work and amazing breakthrough on the efficiency of photo-voltaic (PV) power cells. Total PV panel efficiency was way up, and that would really impress Southern California Edison and the US Department of Energy. He was given a 20% raise.

Paul, the ‘loser’: “Wendy, I got that raise we were waiting for. I think that we can go ahead and start that family we’ve been planning, as soon as the calendar is right.”

Wendy: “Oh Paul that’s wonderful. We are in luck because yesterday, today and tomorrow are the best days. What should I do with my diaphragm?”

Paul, the ‘loser’: “Take that thing OUT! But don’t throw it away. I will bring it to work; I cannot wait to see what a mega-joule ruby laser will do to that thing.”

At the exact same time (what are the odds of that?), Butch was called to leave the store in the assistant manager’s more capable hands and come to the district office. Upon arriving, Butch was informed that he had been late much too often; today was the last straw. He had been receiving pay above the minimum, due to five year’s seniority. Now, he would be reduced to the minimum wage, a cut of 20%. It was either that or he could find a new job. Butch agreed to the insulting offer, mumbling something under his breath as he left.

Back at the ‘loser’ home:

Wendy surprised Paul, the ‘loser’ at the door, wearing a diaphanous baby-doll nightgown that showed off every inch of her tanned showgirl legs, her gorgeous smooth feet in high pink feathered slippers that matched the nightgown perfectly.

Paul, the ‘loser’ dropped his alligator briefcase and grabbed that high school goddess, laying a heavy kiss on her ruby lips. He picked her up and carried her to the candle-lit dinner for two she had set up. That ‘loser’ would have to put up with cracked crab, canard a’ l’oranje, and mousse au chocolat. Oh well, you take what life throws your way…

After that divine meal, Paul picked up his gorgeous brunette wife and carried her down the hall to their marital bed. The nightgown was one that could be removed with ease or even left on. He left it on. Removing his business clothes, he got between those legs, happily spread for him, and mounted his gorgeous loving spouse. The fact that this moment had been awaited for five long years made it all the sweeter.

That ‘loser’ had some assets, like a nine inch cock that his loving wife now positioned at the perfect angle. As he stared into the eyes of his spouse, sparkling in blue and slightly teary from the emotion of this night, he entered her. She had never been so warm, so welcoming. His stiff nine (actually ten this night) inch messenger got a firm caress by the deceptively strong muscles of Wendy’s snug as a glove, tight, receptive vagina. That ‘loser’ pushed his now ten inch babymaker deeper and deeper, the rough uncut head dragging, scraping the tender, tingling vaginal walls of his incredibly beautiful wife. Wendy had had her first orgasm when he plopped his heavy love unit in the slavering lips of her pussy, seeking out the clitoris and finding it. Her second big ‘O’ was now that his oversized cockhead was plowing deeper and deeper, pulling and tugging on the sensitive tissues of the vaginal walls as it plunged ever further. Finally, that ‘loser’ bottomed out. He rose slightly on his arms and kissed the beautiful Wendy. They stared in each other’s eyes, with both nodding at the same time, somehow communicating the final plan.

That ‘loser’ Paul put his hands around his gorgeous wife’s firm from jogging behind, holding her in a vise-like grip. He waited, sensitive as a seismograph for any eruptions. Sure enough, a ripple went thru Wendy’s perfect body, causing her to moan. At the exact same moment, Paul fell to kiss her red no.6 glossy lips just as his ten inch love tube went to work. The tiny opening in the head swelled to the size of a bottle cap as his balls, swollen to the size of small grapefruit, delivered jet after jet, spray after spray, a relentless torrent that seemed to never end.

In the library silence of their bedroom, as they both lay still, the squirt gun ‘zit zit zit’ of his incredibly powerful cockhead could be heard by both of them. It was not possible that Wendy could feel it, but she did, every warm splash, down to the last drop. Exhausted, the two melted together. They lay side by side, with his still hard cock still deep, holding all of his precious seed inside of her. His sperm had a welcome place, where it could be planted inside a wet, fertile garden. Four hours later, as they laid together, Wendy conceived their first child. The fetus would be male.

Butch: By Casino [He didn’t know or care what that ‘loser’ from high school was doing. Sure, this was a rough day and all, what with the 20% paycut and warning, but it wasn’t a total loss. He had achieved levels that few if any had reached with his friend Mario on his PC. Better yet, the new Playboy had come out. Laughing to himself about how his enemy Paul, the loser, missed out on dating while he worked late at night in the lab, Butch took the new foldout into the bathroom, pinning the foldout over the ‘facility’ in his mom’s guest bathroom. He had his fun, did he ever. After 20 minutes of effort, he closed his eyes and three raindrops came out, falling into the ‘facility’. Looking proudly at the three tiny islands of foam in there, he proudly flushed his seedless outpouring down the drain. Umm, what a relief. Now THAT was fulfillment.]

Another five years later:

At the Middle Eastern Gas and Convenience store, formerly 7-11, Butch was still working there. He no longer had wheels, as his mom’s Monte Carlo had a cracked block and he couldn’t afford to fix it. He DID have a swell Schwinn bike, ten speeds (six of which worked) and pretty good brakes. Today had been a tough day, with a warning from the police about under-age beer sales, and now, with a cleanup on the sidewalk from someone who didn’t enjoy his year-old hotdog.

What were the odds? As Butch was applying the green sawdust before he swept up the food critic’s comments from the sidewalk,, the loser of all losers, Paul, drove up in his same ‘loser-mobile’, his mother’s old mommy-mobile mini-van. As a matter of fact, Butch couldn’t tell in the middle of the night, but this actually was a three year old mini-van from the same company; it did look about the same, though, being the same midnight blue.

Paul rushed into the store, hoping that at 2 am, with all decent stores closed, that this dive would have some condensed milk or formulae. They didn’t of course, though their selection of beer was non pareil. As a slightly dejected Paul went back out, he spotted his old adversary Butch.

Butch: “Well, I never expected to see you again. And look at that, [he saw the mini-van in the darkness] you still drive your ‘loser mobile’. Gee, I thought that mommy would have bought you a new car by now. Well, I work two jobs; do you have even one these days? Wow, you really were a loser; I’m glad I stole your bike. The damn thing only got me $10, though. See you next time, jerk.”

Paul didn’t answer back. He was a great proponent of never ever having schadenfreude, or shameful joy over the misfortunes of others. It was NOT meanness but merely necessity that made him put the overhead light on in the van. There, Butch, holding a waste pan and mop, saw his old high school dream girl, Wendy. She looked as fine as ever, maybe better. In the back rows of the ‘loser mobile’ were two children in the back in car seats, two younger ones in the middle in infant carriers, and two of the new born twins in Wendy’s arms.

Wendy, not knowing that Butch was watching, would have to breast feed those twins since the store was out of formulae until morning. She flicked on the overhead reading light. Using her clean finger to open the first twin’s mouth, she placed the beautiful mommy nipple in and patted his head. With a smash of his tongue and pull of his lips, the lucky baby drew in a huge gusher of warm, sweet breastmilk, giving him the nourishment he needed as nature’s first protein drink proceeded to fill his little belly. The other twin, a girl, was given the other nipple and had the exact same experience. Butch saw the girl of his dreams, her perfect breasts occupied by two suckling babes. The babies were definitely not Butch’s but, incredibly, were those of that ‘loser’.

With the babies secure and now feeding, Paul (that ‘loser’) started the powerful engine of his three year old new and improved mommy-mobile, the mini-van that only a loser would drive. It had not been his intention to hurt Butch’s feelings, even if he deserved it. He had not arranged for Butch to see the huge, wonderful family that this ‘loser’ now had, nor the unbelievably erotic sight of Butch’s high school sweetheart putting that ‘loser’s’ babies to breast. Oddly, he felt sorry for Butch and wished him well.

It had been three months since they had had the twins. Just coincidentally, Wendy was extremely fertile that very night. She also was horny and baby-crazy again.

Wendy: “Sweetheart, I’m fertile again. It’s been long enough since the twins. I think we should go right back to work. I don’t mean to be cruel, but there was a war between you and Butch. You WON that war. After successful wars, there’s always a baby boom. Let’s reach my goal of ten children…what a family that would be. Then we could drive up and show Butch what we had in TWO mini-vans. THAT would get back at him for what he did in high school, dumping beer all over me from the bleachers while his slacker friends By Casino Giriş laughed plus at least a dozen other dirty tricks. He did this to amuse his buddies, and just because I stopped dating him.”

Paul: “I don’t like the idea of doing something just to be cruel, or to hurt someone’s feelings. I like being deliberate. So, let’s just hold on that new family addition idea for a while, ok sweetheart.”

They kissed warmly and took their traditional positions in sleep, tummy to tummy, Paul’s now ten inch cock normally safely stowed along her tummy, the head of it well above both of their navels. In the darkness of their room at midnight, they got a call from their high school friend. On the static-ridden cell call, their friend told them that someone they knew just passed away, old Butch. The police were not commenting, but they mentioned he was home, alone, with a 25 caliber pistol found nearby. The high school friend wondered what might have set him off like that. They talked about other things before he rang off.

All of a sudden, shameful joy or not, Paul got incredibly horny. If Wendy had plans for a giant family, then giant family it would be. He pushed Wendy over on her back and entered her fully. She moaned in pleasure as always, his big cock and her tight fertile vagina a perfect match now.

Wendy: “Not that I’m mad, but what was the phone call about that got you so excited. OH, GOD, YES!”

Paul, the ‘loser’: “Butch is gone; apparently he couldn’t take it when he saw you with all of those beautiful children filling up my ‘loser mobile’. I can’t explain it; I never wanted to celebrate someone else’s misfortune, but with him? After the abuse he gave me, and the childish practical jokes he pulled on you when you stopped dating him, he really did deserve a bad ending to his little tragic life. The fact that he is gone makes me want to make more babies with you, a lot more. Hell, let’s celebrate! Sweetheart, it’s BABY-TIME!”

Wendy: “Oh yes, please, fuck me, MAKE ME PREGNANT! Just the idea that I could help you get revenge on Butch, a REAL loser, and get back at him for what he did to both of us makes it all worthwhile. I never wanted to admit it to you, but the fact that his tiny bubbles of semen were dripping into the waste basket, or down the john, while your precious, wondrous sperm were welcomed into a receptive, warm, damp, loving place–fertile ground for your seed to grow, was revenge enough for me. Now honey, enough recreation; let’s get to PROcreation.”

Paul pushed his thick ten inch pole into the superheated dark passage on the road to Wendy’s incredibly fertile womb. His cock did not occupy it per se; that would have made filling it with his virile offering impossible. Paul’s mighty cock filled up her womb with a quart of sperm laden cum, the excess semen dripped out over the course of the night and was still leaking out after she dressed and drove that mini-van to the grocery store. She had to use paper towels to wipe her glistening tanned creamy, smooth thighs of the oozing excess spunk. She hoped that she could get thru shopping before it leaked out again. Unfortunately, after only a few minutes of shopping, she looked down at her beautiful feet in those casual tatami woven sandals. That darn clear fluid leak was back, dripping down to her perfectly pedicured ruby red toes. She remembered that she was picking up only canned goods and was headed out to the distant mall to catch a once-a-year sale, so she’d have to clean up here and now. She went to the grocery store’s bathroom and wiped herself down of the excess semen from last night one final time. That was that for that little stream at least.

She returned to the store to finish shopping and head for that super sale. With a quiet “Damn it”, Wendy realized that she had forgotten something else she was supposed to do in that bathroom. She was clear across the store, in the unlit corner of the produce section; it was just too much to walk back to the farthest part of the store to that ugly bathroom. No, she would have to ‘relieve the pressure’ right here and now.

Looking around, Wendy opened her blouse and nursing bra. Out plopped a breast worthy of Playboy, her nipple already popped and ready. She pressed on the nozzle and a powerful stream of delicious mother’s milk was propelled out with fire hose power. She washed down the avocadoes, honeydews, and peaches. After draining both of her perfect breasts of their copious load of breastmilk, half the produce section was drenched in sticky white gold. She didn’t pause to wonder why she had insisted on spraying her copious reservoir of warm, sweet milk over the entire fruit section instead of simply dumping it down the water runoff gutter in front of each display.

Unknown to Wendy, a bachelor and then an old spinster had watched her. The male shopper grabbed a peach and started eating it with almost orgasmic delight. The 50-ish woman shopper left in an apparent indignant huff. She returned five minutes later, having found a big empty produce box. She proceeded to fill the produce box with as much desperation and fervor as that man, standing by the peach bin, eating those dripping fruit. She managed to gather almost 40 pounds of fruit, sticky with mom’s milk. She was never happier buying anything.

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