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10. The Men They Couldn’t Hang

Thursday evening, I told Justine that I wouldn’t be back until late.

“Who ya fucking this time?” She didn’t sound pissed, just curious.

“No-one. Reuben and me are going to rehearse our routines for the club. He’s really hyped us up, so we need to be good. I’m going to his place for a dress rehearsal.”

“I see. Want an audience?”

“I — I guess yes. Let me just clear it with Reuben.” I reached for my phone.

Twenty minutes later, Reuben opened the door. “Hey, you must be Justine. Tommy’s been keepin’ you a secret, and I can see why. You’re one hot momma!”

Justine had applied some make-up and put on a tight top, a skirt and heels. Nothing too slutty, but just nicely and subtly sexy. By the look on her face, I could see she liked the look of Reuben.

“And Tommy hasn’t told me much at all about you, Reuben. And again, I can maybe see why.” She reached out to shake his hand, but he leaned in and kissed her. On the mouth. For several seconds. And her arms went around him, instinctively.

“Wow!” Justine said when they’d broken the clinch. “You’re a very direct young man.”

“Sure. People have called me worse than that. It sure beats ‘uppity nigga’. So Justine, can I fix you a drink?”

It turned out that Reuben’s range of alcohol was a little limited. Justine settled for a bourbon and soda, Reuben passed me a beer and then we headed to the bedroom to change while Justine settled into an armchair and read a magazine.

Five minutes later, we were back, in our cowboy outfits, both of us masked and with Stetsons and guns in holsters. (Turns out these were real, but not loaded). Each of us wore a kind of vest and a bandana, but no shirt.

“Mmm, pretty hot, but maybe start with the bandanas over your faces like outlaws,” Justine suggested. “What music are you gonna use?”

“Maybe Bon Jovi’s ‘Dead or Alive’,” Reuben replied.

“Cheesy. How about something by Clutch? Maybe ‘A Quick Death in Texas’?”

“Never heard it,” Reuben replied.

“I’ll get it on my phone. You got a Bluetooth speaker?”

A minute later, the song was blasting out of Reuben’s speakers. We listened, nodded to each other and I said “OK, let’s give it a try.”

So we started. We strutted, we circled each other, trying to act like two gunfighters sizing each other up. We faced off, swaying our bodies making mock-punches. Then we slipped off the vests. The music stopped.

“No, slower. Tease. The ladies want to get a view of those pecs and shoulders, but you need to reveal slowly. Face away from the audience, put your arms back and let the vests slide down and slip off. Then turn around so the audience get to see those bodies. Yes, like that. Wow, guys, that’s hot. The black and the white, and both of you ripped. That’s gonna moisten a few panties, believe me.”

We moved on, throwing the Stetsons away. “No, keep your hats on,” Justine suggested. So the next thing was the Velcro chaps. Some more mock fighting, then the gunfight bit, where we both drew out our guns, pretended to fire and both fell backwards.

“Guys, guys. Right, you need to lose the guns earlier. How about you draw, and then each of you knocks the gun out of each other’s hand? That means you have to wrestle. Two hunky guys, all muscles and testosterone, mock fighting in just their underpants — I’d pay to see that, and I reckon there’ll be a few fingers in panties while you’re doing it. Could you pull off each other’s chaps? Would that work?”

It was nearly an hour later, and we’d done the routine four times. Yes, the guns went earlier, we’d start mock-fighting, but we found we had to lose the chaps ourselves; it was too hard to remove each other’s. But the final part of the routine, which Justine suggested, involved each of us ripping off the other’s underpants, and then us both staring in amazement at each other’s cocks, before turning to the audience with looks of surprise on our faces, still wearing our Stetsons and holsters.

“You’ll need somewhere to put the tips,” Justine suggested, “and you can get more in a holster than just in a waistband.”

Another hour passed as we tried our ‘construction worker’ routine. This involved pretending it was hot and losing items of clothing along the way. The last move was ripping off our own underwear and mopping our foreheads with them. “OK, a bit weak, but you’ll be OK. You may have to mop up some woman juices as well.”

We ran through a couple of basic dance strips, one which involved Reuben turning a cartwheel, which we decided we had to do before he was naked, as his cock and balls flailed around too much.

“Tommy, could you do a handstand, or maybe even just a shoulder-stand?” Justine asked. I tried the former, but had to settle for the latter. I had the upper-body strength but not the balance. “Now both of you, get your underpants off and flip into a shoulder stand, side by side. No, turn your backs to the audience, then pants off, then shoulder stand — one, two three AND… Wow, bitlis escort that’s an impressive sight!”

Over the course of around two hours, Justine had rewritten most of our routines and given us a whole bunch of new ideas. Reuben and me were sweating, while Justine looked a little flushed, and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs.

“Guys, that was awesome. You’re really going to crush it tomorrow night. Now, get showered and I’ll fix us some more drinks.”

It’s a little weird, showering in close proximity with another guy, especially when we were soaping each other’s backs, but that was as intimate as it got. “She’s quite a lady, that Justine o’ yours,” Reuben said as he was drying off. “She looks like she’s kinda strait-laced, but she ain’t. You still want another re-lay-sion-shit? I’d’ve thought you’d certainly have enough of the ‘lay’ part.”

“Justine is great,” I said, ignoring the invitation to talk about the sex, “but like I said, she’s a lot older than me.”

We went back into the main room with towels around our necks. Justine had put out two more beers and helped herself to another Bourbon.

“Now that’s how most of the ladies will want to see you. I guess you’ll be walking around like that. Will you be giving lap-dances?”

“Sure,” said Reuben. “That’s, like, a big part of the deal.”

“Tommy, do you know how to do one?”

“I — y’know, I’ve never thought about it. What do we do, Reuben?”

“Well, like, anything you like, but the lady ain’t supposed to touch you.”

“But you can touch her, right? With any part of your body. Any part? Am I right?” Justine gave Reuben a ‘frank’ look.

“Sounds like you seen this before, lady.”

“Once or twice,” Justine answered, teasingly. “But I’m concerned that Tommy doesn’t seem to know how to do it. Would you like to practice, Tommy. Or maybe Reuben can demonstrate how it’s done?”

I could see where this was going. “OK, Reuben. I think what Justine is saying is would you demonstrate on her how I should do a lap dance?” A shy smile appeared on Justine’s face. Reuben’s split into a broad grin.

To some R Kelly thing, Reuben gyrated in front of Justine as she sat in the armchair. His cock, now semi-hard, swung in front of her. He leaned forward, put his hands on the back of the chair on either side of her head and dangled the cock just inches in front of her face. Then he leaned back, spread his legs, straddled hers and ran the tip up her thigh from her knee to the hem of her skirt. By now he’d hardened enough to push it a little further, squatting down so his dick slid under the skirt and teased the skin of her upper thigh. A few slow thrusts under the skirt, and Justine gave a squeal.

“Ooh, naughty!”

Reuben turned to me and grinned, his cock still in the cleft between Justine’s thighs, most of it under her skirt. “Dirty gal ain’t wearin’ panties,” he informed me. “And she’s wet.” Justine gave a guilty smile.

He pulled back, and I could see that he was now fully hard and impressively big. He turned around, pushing his ass toward Justine’s face. Then he bent forward so that she had a real close-up view of his ass, balls and cock, which hovered close to the front of her t-shirt. Some more shimmies, as he switched around again and squatted so he was almost on her thighs, pointing his very erect dick straight up towards Justine’s titties. He moved upwards, running the tip over the front of her t-shirt, leaving a faint trail of pre-cum, then shifted to point his cock across her forearm, just skimming the skin, up and down. He lifted up and went around to the other side, and Justine sneakily turned her arm over. Reuben, grinning again, ran his cock down her forearm until he reached the open palm, and then slowly thrust it back and forward, almost daring her to close her fingers around him and give him a hand-job — which she coolly did.

After a few strokes, he moved behind her and draped his cock over the top of her head. She tilted her head backwards, and he swung his heavy dick across her face. Then Justine stretched farther back, stuck out her tongue and licked the tip.

“Hey, is that allowed?” I asked, surprised at what was going down.

“I guess we make up the rules, my man,” Reuben grinned back.

He let his cock rest on Justine’s face while she ran her tongue over the head.

“Hey, this is hurtin’ my neck. How about you come around and kiss me goodnight?”

So Reuben moved back around in front of Justine, squatted over her thighs and kissed her. The kiss went on for a while. Then Reuben slowly stood up, so his fully-erect dick was about two inches from Justine’s face.

“An’ you can kiss your hard friend goodnight too, ma’am. It’s, like, only polite.”

Justine’s smile was a picture. She leaned slightly forward, puckered up and kissed Reuben’s cock, right on the tip. And then she slowly opened her mouth, pushing forward until she had the head in her mouth. Reuben’s white grin split his dark face like a huge gash in a coconut.

“OK, bodrum escort enough already,” I said. “This is supposed to be a cheap lapdance, not a full-blown blowjob. Let me have a try.”

It seems they were both a little reluctant when Reuben slid his cock out of Justine’s mouth and backed away, but it really was now my turn.

I tried to remember all of Reuben’s moves, but when I slid my rigid dick up under Justine’s skirt, she opened her legs and I hit something soft and very wet. “Oh, do that again, big boy!” she breathed, moving to increase the contact between my cock and her pussy. I slid up and down her open slit, and she let out a couple of contented sighs.

“Hey man, tease her, but don’t give her everything she wants. Remember, white boy; the lady has to pay for what she’s gettin’.”

I’d been enjoying the feeling of Justine’s pussy lips on my dick, so I reluctantly slid back, trying to re-trace Reuben’s route, down Justine’s arms — her palms up this time, so she stroked my dick with each hand in turn — and then across her face. I tried a variation, approaching from the side and rubbing my pre-cum over her cheek. And then she turned her head toward me and took a big mouthful of cock.

And about then, Reuben got down on his knees, pushed Justine’s legs wider apart and went in head first. I could feel Justine’s moan through my cock as Reuben’s tongue ran a wet trail up her slit. And a few moments later, her skirt was up around her waist and Reuben had his mouth and both hands fully engaged in Justine’s tight little slit as she gave me possibly the best blowjob she’d so far achieved on my dick.

Quite how it happened I can’t remember, but a few minutes later, Justine ended up kneeling on the chair and sucking my dick while Reuben fucked her from behind. With her mouth so full — and I promise you, Justine appeared to be trying hard to deep-throat me — all I could hear were muffled grunts and squeaks as Reuben really hammered away. But I noticed when she came; she almost bit my cock, and there were squeals coming from her throat. And then she got hold of my hips and kinda pushed me away.

“Tommy,” she gasped, her voice hoarse. “Switch around. Fuck me hard like Reuben did. Reuben, get the condom off. I want to suck you dry.”

I was pleased to see that Reuben had been wearing a condom. Justine and me, we had an understanding; bareback with each other, safe with anyone else. It seemed that Reuben kinda understood this too, or maybe he’d fucked so many women for money that every time he put his dick in one, he automatically rubbered-up first.

So we moved around a sweat-covered, panting Justine, a little like we’d circled each other during our act, and resumed our spit-roasting. Reuben had already stretched Justine’s nicely-snug pussy, so I went in quickly and easily. There was, of course, none of Rosa’s aversion to deep penetration, and I felt Justine come again only a minute or two after I’d started a rapid jackhammer routine, slamming repeatedly into the depths of her cunt and forcing her forward onto Reuben’s cock.

When the three of us finally separated, there seemed to be a lot of fluids around. In addition to two generous loads of semen, there was a mess of throat-goo and a pool of pussy-juice, all dribbling out of Justine. She seemed utterly spaced-out, and only seemed to be able to let out gasps and hoarse whispers. Reuben fixed her another bourbon and soda, which she gulped down, presenting her glass to request another — and then another.

That night, we slept in the same bed, Justine between Reuben and me. It felt a bit weird, but I’d certainly enjoyed this threesome a heck of a lot more than the one I’d had with Faith and Bryan. After breakfast, I took Justine home before driving on to college. She was very quiet on the journey, so when we got to her place, I asked Justine how she felt about the night before.

“Tommy, that was probably the best sex I’ve had in a very long time. My throat and pussy are both sore this morning, and I have a slight hangover from all the whiskey I drank, but I still get a little flushed when I think about what you guys did to me last night. I hope you don’t mind that I let your friend fuck me.”

“Why should I mind? You don’t object when I fuck other women, I’m almost certainly gonna fuck some more tonight, and I love it that Reuben gave you such a good time.”

“And you, Tommy. Don’t forget, that last orgasm was on your cock. You can always make me come, and I love that.” She leaned over and kissed me. “Will I see you before your show tonight?”

“Sure, I’ll come home and shower first.”

“Cool. I’ll fix us something light to eat. You wouldn’t want to strip — or fuck — on an empty stomach. And I guess there won’t be another cum-shower for me tonight?” She smiled.

“Sorry, no, baby. I need to keep it all in so I can use it for the paying public.” It was my turn to lean over and kiss her.

At college, I found it hard to concentrate on my classes. My thoughts keep going bolu escort back to the previous night, and then forward to what I was going to do that night. Stripping for Justine, giving her a lap dance and then fucking her had been so hot, but I wondered whether I could do that in public. I guessed that fucking a woman in the open area of the club, in front of an audience of other women, was probably not allowed, but almost everything else would have to happen with many ladies looking on. Would I be nervous? Could I perform? Could I even get it up?

It didn’t help that I saw Brianna and Minnie in the hallway. Minnie smiled and said “Hi!” like she was pleased to see me, but Brianna just gave me a look and said “Next time you’re around, you must introduce us to your boyfriend.” I nearly suggested they come to see me at the club, which would’ve stopped the taunts for good, but it was more important to me, back then, to retain my anonymity than score points with a girl I’d refused to fuck.

So that evening, after showering, having a small dish of pasta Alfredo and getting a very hot and passionate kiss from Justine, I arrived at the club around eight. Reuben was already there, and my costume, which I’d left at his place, was laid out on a table in what passed for a dressing room.

I’d undressed and started to put on my costume for the first performance when the door opened and in came the cute girl from the audition. I remembered that the boss lady had called her Francine. I saw her eyes widen as she took in two semi-naked male bodies. She smiled.

“Hey guys, just to let you know. When you’ve finished your routine, it’s usual to head off the stage and circulate among the audience. I’ll clear the stage of your outfits and bring them back here.” She looked down and the bulge in the front of my underpants, then at Reuben’s dick, as he hadn’t started to dress. “My, I’m sure the ladies will be delighted with what you have to offer. Do you mind if I have a feel before you start?”

I looked at Reuben, who smiled back.

“Sure. Are you, like, a fluffer, Francine?”

She smiled. “Please call me Frankie — all my friends do. But no, not really. I just like the feel of dick. But maybe I could do something like that if it would help.” She moved between Reuben and me, took Reuben’s dick in one hand and slid the other inside my pants to stroke mine. It felt very good.

I’d heard people talk about ‘fluffers’, who allegedly worked in the porn industry, back in the 70s and 80s. They’d be employed to blow a porn actor who couldn’t get an erection before a scene. I’d be happy to let her perform that service on me, before or after the show — or even on stage if it was allowed. And the gentle hand-job was working its magic.

“Mmm, nice!” she said. “So big! You guys are really gonna blow the ladies away tonight.”

“Maybe one or two of them would like to blow me too,” Reuben said with a sly smile.

“You’re really pretty,” I said to her. “I don’t know what they’re paying you here, but surely you could earn more as a stripper.”

She smiled back at me. Yes, she really was pretty, and quite cute looking. She seemed about my age. She had long, blonde hair, a turned-up nose, big blue eyes, a petite frame with tits that seemed a little too large for her, slim hips and nice long legs. She had on a pair of denim shorts and a tight t-shirt. I could see no sign of a bra.

“I did work for a while as a stripper. I – I even turned some tricks, but the guys weren’t nice. Some were OK, some even tried to make me come, and a few succeeded. But are lot were skuzzy and some wanted to hurt me or treat me badly. I enjoy nice dicks, but I really don’t like nasty assholes.” She smiled. “And your dicks are really nice.” She said the word ‘really’ with a kind of breathlessness.

“If you’d like some later — not tonight, but when maybe we’re not busy — I’d be happy to offer it; no charge. And I’ll be nice to you. Promise.”

She smiled broadly. By now, she’d made me almost fully hard, and my cock was sticking up through the waistband of my pants.

“I’m sure you would. You seem a nice guy. Both of you do.” For a moment, she seemed to have forgotten about Reuben, even as she was stroking his cock. “But, ohmygod, I don’t know if I could — if I could take that!” she said with a wide-eyed expression. “It’s enormous. I mean, even Reuben here isn’t that big, and he’s pretty huge.”

I could see that Reuben was enjoying the treatment he was getting. I was tempted to see whether the pair of us should give Frankie a treat before the show. Then I glanced at the clock. Shit, we had just fifteen minutes!

“Hey, Frankie, I appreciate your help in getting us ready, but we need to get our costumes on now. I think if I let you do any more, the ladies out there are gonna be disappointed.” I leaned in and kissed her. It was a nice kiss. And her nice perky tits felt good through her t-shirt, pressed against my chest. Definitely later. And not too much later. She smiled at me and left.

It was hard to get my erect cock back inside the tight, tear-off underpants. I had to aim it sideways and refasten the Velcro straps. I could see that Reuben had the same problem. I thought ‘if I have a problem getting hard tonight, I’m going to remember Frankie’s hand-job.’

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When I got back to the office, George was manning the fort. I owe him a lot for covering for me.

“Good morning, George. How have things been going?”

“Tim, believe it or not, I’ve only had three walk-ins. It’s been quiet. You picked a good time to get some rest.”

I didn’t want to tell him I had been “hard” at work all week.

“Tim, we got the asshole that’s been busting into our system thanks to you. The D.A. and the Sheriff want to talk to you as soon as possible. They said they would even come to the shop or in the evening to your house.”

“George, I’d like to talk to them at home or their office after I close this afternoon if that’s workable.”

“Great we’ll be looking forward to seeing, you as will Mrs. O’Connell.”

The rest of the day was uneventful. I’ve learned to keep a spare change of clothes at the office. Mrs. Cynthia Crenshaw taught me about that quickly. So, a quick wash-up and I was out the door for Overton. It was a very nice afternoon, and the road to Overton is mostly tree-lined. A relaxing drive, to be sure.

I walked into the D.A.’s office, you would have thought I was the King of England walking in. Everyone was saying how grateful they were and that if it weren’t for me, they would have never caught the guy. Everything came to a halt when Mrs. O’Connell came in.

“Mr. Ouster, it is a pleasure to see you again. I must admit, I wish it were under different circumstances. We owe you a great deal of gratitude. You will be compensated for your time.”

“Mrs. O’Connell, the pleasure is mine. I am happy my services have done the job you requested. I am always at the beck and call of the town of Overton’s police and city council. My compensation is seeing this goofball behind bars.”

The D.A. is a very nice guy, but I wouldn’t want to be on his bad side. He gives “just business” a brand-new meaning. He said I could go back to Medford and would give me as much notice as possible when I testify. That was fine with me.

‘Mr. Ouster”, Mrs. O’Connell spoke up, “When this horrid business is over, I would like for you to join us for a victory dinner. I will be held in the civic center, so the people of Overton can attend. No speeches or anything boring. Just a celebration.”

“Excellent, thank you Madam Chair.” With that, I left for home.

When I got back to the shop, I was almost scared to look at the phone recorder. But I got lucky, there were only seven messages from Lillian. I wonder what Lillian wants. I may hate myself, but I’ll deal with that in the morning. What I need is a good night’s sleep with no one getting needy during the night.

The following morning was grey and brought drizzling rain. The front door opened and Miss Thompson from the library came in. She was carrying two laptops and as always, a cheerful smile.

“Miss Thompson, why didn’t you call? I would be more than happy to meet you at the library.”

“Tim, I know you would, but even a musty old bookworm, needs to shake off a little dust now and then. I needed to do a little personal dusting.”

“What seems to be the problem with your laptops? They don’t appear to be that old.”

Miss Thompson explained, “I have no idea who uses them, and they seem to be very slow.”

“Miss Thompson, let Doctor Tim examine your patients.”

When I got into them, they just needed a little maintenance. Nothing major, no one had taken care of them. They just had too much junk in them. I told Miss Thompson, if she has about thirty minutes, I think the laptops would be good for another thousand miles.

She wanted to do some shopping and window shopping on Main Street. She said she may be gone for a couple of hours. Bless her heart. What a sweet lady. I often wondered if there was a Mr. Thompson.

My mental wandering was abruptly halted by the ringing of the office phone. Guess who?

“Good morning, Lilian. How are you?” In my mind, I was thinking, horny. “What do I owe the pleasure of your call this morning?”

“Tim, I have not seen you in two weeks. My laptop is giving me all kinds of problems. I, I mean it needs to be looked at, and demirözü escort soon.”

Laptop. I’ve heard it called “cookie”, “winkie”, or “pussy”, but never a laptop. Oh well, to each his or her own.

“Lillian, I have been thinking about you a lot. I do miss seeing you, too. I had to go out of town, it was a business trip and might be very good for my business. And I do have to be available for a trial in Overton. My security system caught the person who was hacking their system.”

“I need to see you, Tim. Since you have moved to Medford, I’m, well you see, I just need to see you.”

“Let me call the Sheriff in Overton. Maybe he can tell me if I will be called tomorrow. If not, I will be over tonight, I cannot promise you right now. I have to call.”

“Fine, let me know as soon as you can. And I’m sure Cynthia would understand. I’ll pick you up to avoid suspicion,”

“Good afternoon, Sheriff, Tim Ouster. I am wondering if you have any idea when I may be needed for court?”

“Your timing is excellent. I have just finished talking with the D.A., he said the judge won’t be able to start the case until Tuesday of next week. This is only Wednesday, I would suggest that you be available, possibly even on Monday. Is that possible?”

“Sheriff that will work out just fine. I will keep my phone on should anything change.”

“Well, it looks like your day has been successful. And obviously, you have made some shop owners happy as well.”

“Yes, I was a bit bad today. But I haven’t played hooky in a long time, Tim. The library keeps me on because I’ve been there forever. They don’t need me, but I do need them. It gets me out of the house. Now, how much for the laptops?”

“Miss Thompson, there is no charge. And how about if I drive you home? You have quite a few packages.”

“Tim, you are a good guy, I will take you up on your offer.”

When I got back to the shop, I returned to the task of packing for a stay at Lillian’s. She treats me quite well, but her timing needs some fine-tuning. She always has great food and is fun to be around. And I must admit, she is a good lover.

My phone rang, it was Cynthia. “I was just thinking about you. What’s going on?”

“I’m sure Lillian has tagged you for a, shall I say, dinner together. Tim, I want you to know, I remember our conversation.

“I’m glad you remember. You are my lady.”

We talked for a few minutes, and it was a pleasant conversation. I went back to packing for Lillian. I don’t know what I was packing, it seems most of these rich ladies never wear clothes. I knew Lillian would be sliding sideways into the drive at any moment. Just about then, I heard her horn. I got in her car; a boat is more like it. She was wearing a see-through robe. Dinner is ready.

When we got to her mansion, she had rib-eye steak sandwiches and beer. Yes, I can be persuaded. Lillian asked if I wanted to get comfortable, so I took her up on the offer. I came back wearing only my briefs. She had shed her robe, so, I just took off the briefs and gave them a fling. Lillian loved that.

I started walking toward her. It was visible, my cock was getting ready to enter her. Lillian smiled a seductive smile. She got down on her knees and opened her mouth. I slid my cock down to her tonsils. Her one hand grabbed my ass cheek the other grabbed my balls. Lillian was sucking my cock.

Her nose was against my pelvis, and she was sucking me like my cock was a soda straw. She raised her head enough to concentrate on my cock head. She had it sucked between her lips and flicked it with her tongue. It was wonderful. I put my hands on her head and shoved my cock back to her throat. Lillian was moaning with delight.

I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my cock out of her mouth. I sat her on the couch with her butt just on the edge. I spread her legs and flicked my tongue at her. She pushed my head into her bush and began to lick and suck her dripping pussy. She always has an intoxicating fragrance. I love sucking her and licking her clit.

I reached for her large breasts and got a firm hold denizli escort of them. I was milking her as though I would get liquid from them. I did not forget her hard nipples. I pinched and pulled hard, then went back to milking her. The more nipples pinching and pulling. Lillian’s moans were louder and more often. I knew she was about to climax.

I let go of her nipples and got on my knees. I moved up to steaming pussy and shoved my cock in. I grabbed her tits and started the milking and pulling. Within a couple of minutes, Lillian was panting, moaning, and squirting her climax, soaking my cock and balls. I didn’t slow down. I pumped Lillian’s pussy through her climax. My relentless pounding of her finally resulted in my shooting stream after stream of sperm into her melting pot.

She slid on her side, and my cock slid out of her. I got her completely on the couch and stuck my cock back into her. I pumped her until my limp cock would not stay in her drenched pussy. I got up, and Lillian had her arms outstretched. I straddled her and slid my limp cock into her mouth. Lillian sucked it like we were just getting started. She was a sex machine.

When we finally separated, Lillian saw the puddle of sex juices we had deposited on her couch. She looked up at me and smiled.

“Now, do you believe I needed to see you? Just look at the puddle of juice I have been holding just for you. Tim, you know you can have as much as you want as often as you want. I don’t care if you call me at one in the morning. I would be ready for you.”

“I know Lillian. I do appreciate your giving of yourself and everything you do to please me. You are a wonderful lover and a very sexy woman. I love the color of your eyes and hair. Your lips are soft as flower petals. And your other petals are intoxicating I wish I could be inside you right now, but he does need his rest.

We ate and drank some more. The conversation came around to the trial in Overton. I told Lillian what I could. When I could tell her no more, she understood. It was a very good evening. I got to know more about her, and I told her more about me.

We started getting back into our sexual mood. Lillian suggested going into the bedroom. I was ready to enjoy more of Lillian. I wanted more of Lillian.

When we were in the hall just outside of the bedroom, I took her in my arms and gave her a long hard kiss. While I was kissing her, it felt as though her knees were weakening. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her next to me. She was rubbing her pelvis against me. She reached behind me and grabbed my butt cheeks.

We got into bed and started hugging, kissing, and fondling each other deeper. She was running her finger between my butt cheeks. Lillian was getting serious. She had me get on all fours. She got behind me and was kissing and licking every part of my butt cheeks and more. The entire time she was attending to my ass, she was pulling on my stiffening cock. Lillian was giving me a great hand job while she got her kicks with my ass.

“You have had some fun, Lillian, now I want to have some fun. On all fours, so I can get to you. And if you’re good your back door.”

The look on her face was pure lust. Lillian loved having her back door filled. And I was going to oblige her. She already had the tube of gel on the bed.

I got behind Lillian and gave her ass a few good swats. She moaned in approval. I ran my finger between her ass cheeks a few times, then gave her a few more swats. I could see Lillian was getting wet and ready.

So, I pushed my finger at her tight opening just to tease her. She started moaning. I took the gel and applied an ample amount to her tight opening; I did the same on three of my fingers. I know what Lillian likes.

I slid a finger into Lillian’s back door. She inhaled sharply and released a long moan. I massaged her sphincter with my finger and Lillian was pushing back to ensure my entire finger was inside of her. She was relaxing her muscle, so I inserted another finger. Lillian started panting. She was enjoying this a lot. Without warning her I inserted develi escort the third finger.

“Oh, Tim, yes. You know what I want.”

I continued my three-finger massage of her backdoor. Keeping an even steady stroke. That’s what drove Lillian to her brink. Her backdoor was more relaxed, and she was pushing back forcing all three fingers completely into her. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

“Tim, I want your cock. I want it in me now.” Lillian demanded through her lust-induced panting.

I moved closer to her backdoor and guided my rock-hard cock to its target. She had very little resistance by now. I was slowly sliding into her bowel and Lillian panted harder and faster. She was getting the treatment she loved and could never get enough.

I continued an even stroke into her. Lillian was in heaven. She panted, moaned, and pushed back to be sure she was getting all my cock. Having her flesh slap against mine was arousing more and more. So, I began to pump her harder. With each reentry, my balls slapped against her wet pussy. I thought it was time to put Lillian and myself out of our sexual misery.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as much as I could. Then I started pounding Lillian. She continued to push back so we were pounding in unison. She was panting heavily and moaning. I continued to pound her. When it happened, it engulfed her.

Lillian inhaled sharply and exhaled quickly, she did this over and over, then I felt the splash against my balls and the loud moan from Lillian. I held onto her hair and pounded her back door holding off as long as I could. When I climaxed, it was the hardest I had ever experienced. I covered Lillian’s insides with all of the hot lava I held in my balls. With each stream, Lillian squealed with approval. I collapsed on top of her.

“Stay there Baby. You feel so good on top of me with your cock still in me. Stay in as long as you can.”

It wasn’t long before my strength began to diminish, and her body forced me out. I lay next to Lillian, and she turned to face me. Her face was red, and her forehead had beads of exertion from what we enjoyed together. She cuddled up next to me.

“Lillian said, “I have never been so satisfied in my life. You know just what I want, and when I want it. I was going crazy the week you were gone.”

Lillian said she was hungry and went to freshen up. I could use some food and another cold beer. I suggested Clancy’s Bar. He has great pork sandwiches and fries. Lillian liked the idea, so out the door, we went.

For a weeknight, Clancy’s was quite crowded. We found a table on the far side tucked in a corner. That was perfect. Our drinks were brought to the table, and the server took our order. Lillian asked about the upcoming trial, and I told her there wasn’t much I could say concerning the trial. She did ask if Cynthia was subsidizing my business, and I told her she had sent me several customers.

Sheriff Thompson came by the table. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go over but I had nowhere to hide. I’m glad I was sitting opposite Lillian.

“Good evening, Lillian, Tim, how are you this evening? I imagine you are happy to be back in Medford, even with that messy business in Overtone.”

“It was nice to get away,” Tim said. “But home is where I feel the most comfortable. I am very thankful to George. Without his help, I may not have been able to go.”

“Sheriff Nelson and the entire force are very grateful to you. You gave them a real service. And Amanda O’Connell, to hear her talk you can walk on water. I know how they feel. You did the same for us. Well, enjoy your meal. Lillian, good to see you as always,”

We finished our dinner and relaxed over a couple of more drinks and more idle conversation. Lillian wanted to unbutton her top button, but she was facing the people. I know what she was hoping for, but I wanted some rest.

When we got back to Lillian’s, we had another drink. I was exhausted.

“Lillian, I do apologize, but I need to get some sleep. After a good night’s rest, I will feel much better.”

I got in the shower, dried off, and got into bed. It wasn’t long before Lillian was next to me. She pushed her sweet round butt into me, and I put my arm around her. I held her right breast, and she was happy.

“Good night, Tim. Sleep well,” was the last thing I remember Lillian saying.

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It had been a few years since my wife had passed away and somewhere along the line I found myself interested in going to church, reading my Bible, and studying online. The site that got most of my attention was called ‘BibleWatch’ because they had a very active forum section. Over the course of time I got to know several people and one in particular just clicked with me and that was Chloe.

We shared a lot on the chat section and discussed the ups and downs of life. She was early in what I assumed was her college education but she had promise. She was very bright and our conversations were most engaging. In due time I found myself having feelings for someone I’d never actually met. I suspected she had feelings for me, too.

But, you know…Bible discussion. That was the point, right? It wasn’t supposed to be a dating or romance site. Even though I had developed feelings for her I didn’t feel comfortable pursuing anything past our topical discussions and how they related to Scripture.

We had known each other online for about six months when one night she asked me in chat where I lived. I replied that I lived in Kansas City and she abruptly left the chat. I didn’t see her online for a couple days and then there she was again. I immediately opened up a chat window with her.

B: Is everything okay? You just cut out the other night

C: I’m fine. Just had to collect my thoughts is all

B: What disturbed your thoughts?

C: You said you live in KC

B: Why is that a problem?

C: I live in Lee’s Summit

B: Okay, and why is that a problem?

C: It just seemed safer when I thought you lived far away

B: I can understand that but why would you not feel safe with me?

C: It’s me. Not you.

B: Okay. Why?

C: Because I want to meet you.

There it was. Chloe had feelings for me, too. The chat quickly moved to arranging a meeting and the next day we met up at a Starbuck’s on Route 291.

We had never described ourselves to each other yet somehow we both knew who the other was on first sight. I had gotten there early and set myself up in a comfy chair looking straight at the door. When she walked in she beelined right for me.

“Are you Baz?” she asked.

I stood up to greet her with a handshake and a smile. “I am. And you’re definitely Chloe!”

She simply had a sweet countenance about her that I instantly liked. The rest of her look was decidedly not very modern. Long brownish hair tied in a braid, simple black walking shoes, stockings, and a very plain dress that covered her pleasingly proportioned frame. She looked like someone Central Casting would send over for a 1970’s version of a 1940’s movie.

What stood out though were her big brown eyes. They drew me in and made me want to just sit and lose myself in them.

We sat down and started in on a meandering conversation that lasted until sunset. I wish I could tell you what we talked about but there wasn’t much of anything discussed, it was more the experience of simply talking to each other that was the point.

At the end of it I asked her how she was going to get home and she said she could walk. Naturally I insisted on driving her home. She politely refused the ride, of course, but then politely accepted when I insisted it was no problem and that I wanted to see her home safe.

She gave me directions and I’ll admit being somewhat surprised when we ended up in the relatively upscale Lakewood Lakes neighborhood. The neighborhood has larger homes and most are well manicured and well maintained. Chloe’s home was flagrantly plain in comparison. It featured a featureless expanse of grass for a front yard, a home without any ornamentation, and a monochromatic all-white color scheme.

She spoke her appreciation for the ride home as she opened the car door and then scampered off into the big, plain house.

Over the following few days we chatted more and reflected on our meeting. The discussion was very proper and chaste. I was interested in Chloe but the thought of anything more than our friendly relationship seemed absurd. Why would she be interested in someone like me?

We did share more personal information in those days. Like I learned that she was the third oldest daughter in a family that included twelve children. Money was tight because her father had a hard time keeping a job due to his unusual religious views as a ‘Torah Keeper’. In short, they were Old Testament Christians.

That weekend she was offline on Friday night as that was when her family observed the sabbath. When she came back online on Monday night she asked me what I’d done over the weekend and I mentioned doing a lot of chores around the house. It was a big house and I loved the place but it was a lot of work especially after my wife died. She used to keep the place spotless.

Chloe ended our chat and a few seconds later my phone rang. It was Chloe.

“This is a pleasant surprise!” I said.

“Hi, Baz! You said you have a lot of chores to do? I can do all sorts of housework if you need it! I can cook and clean and sew…”

I eyyübiye escort cut her off, “Chloe, if you’re asking for a job you can have it. I’d love to have some help around here!”

She paused for a moment, “You’ll need to talk to my father if that’s okay. I can’t work for you unless he approves.”

Torah Keeper. Patriarchy. Noted.

The next day I was back over at Chloe’s family home and knocking on the door.

The guy who opened the door was about what I expected. Dour, serious, a long beard, white shirt and black tie, black pants, and about as plain as his house.

“You’re Michael?” he said. No hello, no courtesies.

“Yes, but most people just call me ‘Baz’.”

He opened the door and invited me in. At this point his pleasantries started up and I was offered tea and a seat in an old wing chair.

“I hear you want hire Chloe as a maidservant?” he got right down to business.

“Well, yes, she and I had been talking and…”

He put up a hand to interrupt me. “What she has to say isn’t our concern. This is between men.” He sipped the tea. “Chloe’s yours for a year and the price is ten thousand dollars. Cash.”

What in the actual fuck did I walk into?

“I don’t understand, I was just looking to hire her and…”

He interrupted me again. “I know your ways aren’t our ways but our ways are how this happens or not at all. One less mouth to feed around here helps us and you’re partly paying us by taking care of her. The other is her indenture.”

‘Indenture’? Like as in the Sixteenth Fucking Century?

My head was spinning with how this guy handled everything but I ended up accepting his terms. A quick trip to the bank and I returned with a neat bundle of one hundred $100 bills. Money was exchanged, hands were shaken, and Chloe got into my car with a carry-on bag full of all her worldly possessions. She didn’t own much.

There was no one outside the house to wave goodbye as we drove away. Chloe was fighting back tears and I allowed her some space. I turned on the radio to my favorite classical station and was fortunate enough to catch the intro to Bach’s ‘Air on the G string’.

Chloe didn’t say anything until six minutes later when the piece ended.

“That was beautiful!”

“You’ve never heard that before?” I asked.

“No, papa won’t allow music because he says it distracts our minds from God.”

“Well, I guess that’s his rule in his house. In my house we have music.”

I turned up the radio as Debussy’s ‘Clair de lune’ started up. Chloe liked that, too.

We were wrapping up the end of Einaudi’s ‘Primavera’ by the time we made it to my house. I pulled the car into the garage and flicked the remote to close the door.

“This is amazing!” remarked Chloe as she pointed out the exposed joinery work in the beams.

“This is just the garage, come on.” I gestured to her to follow me to the house.

Chloe was fairly awestruck by the full glory of my lovely 1915 Craftsman. I’d bought the place some twenty years before when I’d moved from the Carolinas. It needed a ton of work to restore it. A new foundation was built, decades and layers of shitty paint were removed from masterpieces of woodwork, the kitchen was updated and restored to its original appearance, and all manner of upgrades were tastefully incorporated into the home but not so as to distract from the original design. There were a couple awards on the mantle from historic preservation groups acknowledging the final result.

I loved the place and Chloe warmed my heart with her appreciation of it.

“My house is so plain compared to this. There’s art work everywhere in this place!”

She marveled at the whole place and I told her to go pick a bedroom for herself since she’d be living here for a while. She rather surprised me by picking out the attic dormer suite for herself. It was a modest room with its own bathroom but it also had the best view of the backyard. Smart girl.

It was late enough that I was ready for dinner so I got things started while Chloe settled in to her new room.

When she came down to find me in the kitchen I was halfway into a simple Chicken piccata. Naturally she made me explain what it was and how I was preparing it all while marveling over and exploring the kitchen. Discovering the Sub-Zero fridge camouflaged as a cabinet pantry surprised her.

“This is all yours?” she asked.

“Yeah. It looks impressive especially when it’s time to clean everything, which is why I needed some help here.”

She nodded. “Yes, I can see that. It’s pretty but it takes work to keep up with it. Still, it’s much nicer than a plain house.”

The dinner was welcomed and Chloe complimented me on my cooking. Afterwards she insisted on cleaning up and I had to show her where the pan went and how to load the dishwasher. She’d never actually seen a dishwasher before. Hard to believe this was 2022 when she first came to live with me.

After dinner she wanted to get to work cleaning and I said no. It was well after seven, the sun was down, and I wanted to relax.

“But fatih escort papa always has us working until we go to bed.”

I smiled at her, “Papa isn’t here. I am. And I say that when the sun goes down we stop working and we start settling down for the evening. So go get yourself changed and then come down to the living room and we’ll listen to some more music and chat for a while, okay?”

“Changed? Into what? This is all I have.”

I sighed. “You’ve never had pajamas or a nightie?”

She shook her head. “No, just this and my underdress is all. I wear my underdress for bed.”

“Okay. Come with me.”

She followed behind me as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. She stopped at the door as if it were forbidden territory.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“We’re not allowed in our parents room.”

“Sweetie, things are different here. Try to roll with it, okay?”

She nodded and gingerly stepped into my bedroom while staying close to the door.

“That’ll work. Give me a second to look in the closet here…” I went into the walk in closet and opened up my wife’s dresser. I hadn’t been in there since she died and it dredged up some memories. The practical side of me told me to stay on mission and I took a breath and got what I came for.

I took the giftwrapped package from the dresser and went out to hand it to Chloe. I figured Chloe was about the same size as my wife was…more or less.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“It’s something that I wanted to give to someone and now I’m giving it to you. Go on up to your room and change into what’s in there and then come down. Oh…” a thought crossed my mind and I went back into the closet and came back out with a box, “you’ll need these too.”

Chloe stood there silently as if looking for some direction.

“Go. Get changed and then come see me downstairs.”

She went off on her way and I could hear her going upstairs to the attic.

Myself, I got out of my street clothes and where it was early November and chilly out I opted for pajamas, a robe, and slippers. And then I headed to the den where I turned on the music and pulled out a couple throw blankets. One I tossed onto the love seat for Chloe and the other I held onto as I sat down in my recliner.

Somewhere in there I also managed to put out a bottle of mineral water for Chloe and poured a glass of brandy for myself.

When she came down to the den her footfalls were softened by the fuzzy slippers she was wearing.

“I feel like a princess! I’ve never had anything so nice!”

I looked up and agreed. The periwinkle silk peignoir set looked wonderful on her and it fit her just fine. For a moment I imagined Raelene wearing that outfit and how she would have loved it. I shook off the thought and brought myself back to the present.

“You look nice, Chloe. You want to undo your braid and relax a bit?”

Her look gave it away. “I know, papa said something about your hair, right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, and what are we going to say about papa from now on?”

She looked down at her feet. “This isn’t his house.”

“That’s right. So if you want to let down your hair then do so, if not then don’t. It’s up to you.”

She looked at me with a bit of surprise. “You mean it’s really my choice?”

“Of course it is.”

She smiled and then untied the ribbon at the end of her braid and pulled her hair loose. It came to around her waist and she looked magnificent.

With that she sat down and put her feet up on the ottoman when I told her it was okay. She was marveling over the ten dollar Costco throw blanket as she put it over her legs and cuddled up. But she let me have a glimpse of her trim yet hirsute legs. Of course she’d never shaved them before. Patriarchy and all that.

I let it go for now and decided to just enjoy the evening.

We sat and chatted and discussed Chloe’s blossoming interest in classical and orchestrated music. I tried out Tchaikovsky on her and then played the Trans-Siberian Orchestra version of a ‘Mad Russians Christmas’. Chloe liked both versions and to me that was a good sign.

In due time it was time for bed. We said good night to each other and then I watched as she made her way upstairs to her room.

Getting back to my own room I closed the door and that was when the waterworks started. It had been a few years since I’d lost Raelene and having Chloe in the house somehow made me miss Rae even more. The necessity of having Chloe in the house meant that my Rae was truly gone from me.

The unopened gifts I’d bought for Rae now belonged to someone else. There was a finality to it all that hit me like a sledgehammer.

It was merciful when sleep finally embraced me.

The next morning when I got up I could smell cooking in the kitchen. I took a quick shower and a shave and pulled on a polo and jeans for the day before I headed down to find the coffee on and sausage and eggs on a warmed plate waiting for me.

“Good morning!” I chirped.

“Good morning!” she replied. She was back to wearing her fatsa escort same outfit from before…of course, since it was the only thing she had.

“How did you know when I was getting up?” I said as I took a bite of the sausage.

“I just knew.”

“Fair enough.” I replied.

After we ate she had the kitchen cleaned up in a few minutes and she was ready for her next assignment.

“Okay, we have some work to do upstairs in my room before I start work for the day. You good with that?” I asked.

She took in a breath, “Yes, if that’s what you need to do.”

“I do. Come on.”

She dutifully followed me upstairs and I had her sit in my dressing chair as I fumbled around in the closet for a few things. When I came out I had a pair of panties, a pair of modest white shorts, and a navy blue “Malibu Yacht Club” t-shirt from a long-ago vacation.

“You need to be wearing something more appropriate for housework than this dress. Let’s have you go in the bathroom and put these things on.”

She looked at them like they were poisonous.

“It’ll be fine. Go put them on.”

She closed the bathroom door and I could hear her fussing about and then in a few minutes she came back out.

The blue shirt was just a tad on the tight side. Tight enough I could see she needed a bra. But I liked what I saw.

“You don’t have a bra, do you?”

“No, I have this…” she said as she pulled a long strip of cloth from the pile of her old clothes. “You wrap it around for modesty.”

“I get that. How about we get you a proper bra?”

Another trip to the closet and then she retreated to the bathroom again. When she came back out I felt a little more comfortable.

I looked at her bare legs. They were literally as white as a piece of paper. They were also covered in a bit of hair.

“Trust me.” I said to her as I guided her into the bathroom. I had her sit down in the shower stall and I warmed up the water and sprayed down her legs. Then out came the shave cream and she tensed as my hands lathered up her legs.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I said to trust me, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then.”

She sat there as I shaved her legs for her and then rinsed them off. Afterwards I brought out the baby oil and rubbed it on for her before giving her another rinse and then drying off her legs and feet. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the feel of her legs.

“There. Feel them.”

Chloe ran her hands down her legs and smiled as she looked up at me, “They feel so smooth! It’s wonderful!”

I had her put on a pair of ankle socks and then had her put on a pair of pink Vans that had never been worn before. She looked quite modern now that she was all put together.

After that I let her loose in the house and I went to my office to log in for the day. It was a typically busy Wednesday with a lot of meetings and things to approve and propose. Lunch time came and went and I was still busy. Around one Chloe came in with a sandwich and a cup of reheated coffee. I mouthed a ‘Thank you’ as some asshole from New York was in the midst of being an asshole from New York and ranting about some deadline that he’d missed. Not my problem. I turned off my camera and ate my lunch while the meeting ran on.

At five I logged out and shut off the computer for the day.

Leaving my office I went back to my bathroom to take a pee and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw my room.

It was clean and orderly, the bed had been made, the place had been dusted, and she’d even dusted the blinds. Damn.

The bathroom was utterly spotless. I felt bad taking a wizz and felt so bad that I took a tissue and cleaned up after myself.

The downstairs was no different. Every speck of dust was gone. The den was cleaned up, magazines were in a neat pile, books were put away, my brandy glass had been cleaned for the first time in weeks…it was remarkable.

I guess what I mean is it was remarkable how much I’d let everything go. I hadn’t noticed how filthy things were until they were clean.

“It’s been a couple of fucked up years.” I said to the empty room.

Chloe was busy in the kitchen when I joined her.

“Chloe, the place looks great, thank you!”

“Of course! That’s why I’m here!” she turned those big brown eyes at me and smiled. It was breathtaking.

There were a couple pots and a pan going on the stovetop. “Whatcha’ making?”

“I’m not sure. Just took some things out of your refrigerator that were still good and I started cooking. I guess I’ll know what it is when I’m done.”

I looked in the fridge. It was clean and almost bare. Most of the stuff I had in there needed to be tossed and Chloe had made that decision. Smart.

I’m going to call the dinner a vegetable and beef stir fry. It was tasty and creative and it also sent home the message that I needed to do some shopping. Hate to admit it but on many days my dinner was delivered and not cooked. I could see this was going to change now that Chloe was here.

Over the next couple weeks we got to know each other a little better. Chloe also started to relax a bit from her strict upbringing. I didn’t mind that she’d listen to a variety of music during the day. I’m not much for most music made after the 1980’s but I allowed myself to enjoy a few pieces since Chloe liked them.

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Gideceğmiz gün arabamla erkenden yola koyulduk. Nilay sıkı kumaş bir pantolon giymiş, üstünde beyaz bir bluz, bir de siyah yelek vardı ve göğüsleri yine fora olmuştu. Bir süre yol katettikten sonra Nilaydın da bana karşı bir zaafı olduğunu anladım, hep derin derin gözlerime bakıyor, arada bir bakışları sikime kayıyordu. Baldızım Nilay çok muzur, neşeli ve espirili bir kızdı, durmadan açık saçık fıkralar anlatıyor ve bana da anlattırıyordu. Ben anlatınca, “Çok komiksin be enişte!”  deyip, bacağıma elini koyuyor, kasıklarıma dokunuyordu. Benim sikte kalkmaya başladı tabi. Nilay kalkan sikime bakarak, “Enişte tuvaletin geldiyse bir yerde durda git istersen!” dedi. Ben utandım o an, “Yok Nilaycığım…” dedim. Sonradan düşündüm de, Üniversiteye giden bir kız sikin kalkmasıyla tuvalete gitmenin bir alakasının olmadığını bilmez mi? Bilir tabi, baldız bunu muzurluk olsun diye söylediğini adım gibi biliyorum. Bence sikimin kalktığının farkında olduğunu hissettirmek için söyledi bunu…Neyse bu şekil espirilerle Ankaraya vardık, Nilayın pasaport işlerini hallettik, ben de iş yaptığımız bir firmayla kısa bir görüşmede bulundum ve Ankarada yapılacak işler bitmiş oldu. Normalde hemen İstanbul a dönmemiz gerekiyordu, fakat Nilay, “Enişte yol çok yorucu, bu gece otelde kalalım, yarın döneriz istanbul a !” dedi. Benim de canıma minnet tabii, belki otelde bir fırsat bulur sikerim düşüncesiyle hemen, “Tamam kalalım!” dedim. Bakanlıklarda biraz gezdikten sonra bildiğim güzel bir otele gittik. Resepsiyona vardık 2 tane oda tutcaktım, Nilay beni kenara çekti ve zuperporno.net “İki odaya gerek yok enişte, aynı odada kalırız, yabancımıyız?” dedi. “Kızım ablan duyarsa ikimizi de öldürür valla!” dedim. “Yok yaa, aynı odada kaldığımızı söylemeyiz ki enişte!”  diye sısrar edince, ben de tek oda tuttum ve çıktık odamıza…Odaya ve banyoya falan şöyle bir baktık, eşyalarımızı koyduk. Önce ben bir duş aldım ve külodumla bornozu giyip çıktım banyodan, tabi aynı gün döneceğimiz için ikimiz de pijama falan almamıştık yanımıza. Benden sonra da baldızım duş aldı ve o da bornozla çıktı. Ben yatakta uzanmış TV seyrediyordum, baldız geldi yanıma uzandı. İkimiz de bornozlayız. Baldız pis pis sırıtarak, bornozumun üst kısmından elini soktu ve göğüslerimin kıllarıyla oynamaya başladı. Ben birşey olmamış gibi TV seyrediyorum, Nilay uyuz oldu ve “Enişte bana baksana bir!” dedi. Yüzümü baldıza çevirince dudaklarıma yapıştı ve uzunca öptü, “Nasıl, hoşuna gitti mi enişte? Seni arzuluyorum!” dedi. “Valla Nilay ne diyeyim, sizde kaldığımız o gün, o tangalı götünü gördükten sonra benimde sana karşı zaafım başladı!” diyerek ben de baldızı öptüm ve ateşli bir şekilde öpüşmeye başladık…Baldız, “Ablamın sana artık yetmediğini biliyorum enişte!” dedi. Ben de, “Ablanın laçkalaşmış amını sikmekten sıkıldım, zevk vermiyor artık ve ablana sikim kalkmıyor! Ama o gece sizdeyken seni o halde görünce kalktı ve seni düşünerek siktim ablanı!” dedim. Baldız sırıtarak, “O gece ablamı çığlık çığlığa nasıl inlettiğini duydum enişte!”  dedi ve bornozumun önünü iyice açarak elini külodumdan içeri soktu, kalkmış sikimi okşamaya başladı. Ben de onun bornozunu açtım ve pembe sütyeninden aşan iri göğüslerini kurtarıp yalamaya başladım. Taş gibi sert göğüsleri vardı, uçları fındık gibi sertleşmişti. Nilay göğüs uçlarını ağzıma bastırıyor, “Em enişte, ohhhhh! Ye onları!” diyordu. Nilayın bir göğüslerine bir dudaklarına yapışıyordum. Nilay da, “Evet enişte, ohhhh!” diyerek sikimi külodumdan çıkarmış 31 çeker gibi asılıyordu…Bir süre sonra doğrulduk, ikimiz de bornozları tamamen çıkarıp kenara attık. Baldızı boynundan öpmeye başladım, bir yandan da tangasının ipi arasına girmiş götünü elliyordum. Nilay beni sırtüstü yatırıp külodumu tamamen çıkardı, üzerime eğilerek sikmi eline aldı ve yavaşca yalamaya başaldı. İyice zevke gelmiştim, baldız yaladıkça sikim gittikçe sertleşiyor ve büyüyordu. “Woowww enişte, sikinde süpermiş!” diyerek yalamaya devam etti. Pembe rujlu dudaklarıyla sikmi emerken bir yandan porn da taşaklarımı avuçladıkça ben kendimden geçiyordum resmen. Memnuniyetimi, “Sen de az değilmişsin baldız, ne hünerlerin varmış öyle!” dedim. Nilay sikimi yalamayı bırakıp tangasını çıkardı, yatağa sırtüstü uzanarak bacaklarını ayırdı ve “Hadi enişte, biraz da sen yala!” dedi. Gözümü baldızın yeni traşlı kaymak gibi amından alamıyordum. Tabii ablasının laçkalaşmış amı nerde, tazecik genç kız amı nerde! Üstelik bildiğim kadarıyla dabakireydi henüz…“Sana şimdi ince ayar çekeceğim baldız !”  diyerek hemen yumuldum baldızın amına ve yalamaya başaldım. Klitorisini emiyor, amının dudaklarını yiyordum resmen. Am dudaklarını parmaklarımla aralayıp dilimi soktuğumda, baldız kıvranmaya başladı. O kadar küçük ve dar am deliği vardı ki, dilimi bile tümden sokamıyordum, kesin bakire olmalıydı. “Kız bu ne böyle, amın hiç açılmamış, kimseyle sikişmedin mi daha?”  dedim. “Yok enişte, bakireyim daha, ama götümü çok deldiler!”  dedi. Amını yalarken götünü de parmaklamaya başlayınca, Nilay titremeye ve o ince sesiyle inlemeye, küçük küçük çığlıklar atmaya başladı ve sonunda orgazm olarak ağzıma akıttı sularını. Amının sularını da yalayıp yuttuktan sonra Nilayı yüzükoyun çevirip göt deliğini yalamaya koyuldum. İki elimle götünün yanaklarını ayırıp, gömlek düğmesi gibi küçük büzüğünü dilliyordum. Bir yandan da, bunu götten nasıl siktiler acaba, götü sanki hiç sikilmemiş gibi duruyor diye düşünüyordum…Parmaklayarak göt deliğini biraz alıştırdıktan sonra baldızı dörtayak üstüne getirip iyice domalttım ve arkasında yerimi aldım. Sikimi tükürükle ıslatıp, göt deliğine de bolca tükürdükten sonra, sikimin başını sokmaya çalıştım. Fakat bir türlü sokamadım, sikim zırt pırt aşağıya kayarak amını yokluyordu. Nilay korkuyla titrer vaziyette, “Enişte sakın önden girme, arkadan istediğin kadar yap!” diyordu. “Tamam hayatım, önden yapmayacam, fakat arkana da girmiyor!” dedim. “Dur enişte çekil, bana bırak!” dedi. Beni yatağa sırt üstü yatırdı ve kendisi bacaklarını ayırarak, yüzü bana dönük halde, ata binermiş gibi üstüme çıktı. Sikimi eliyle kavrayıp götünün deliğine denk getirip yavaşça sikime oturmaya başladı. Dudaklarını ısıra ısıra ve yüzünde buruk bir ifadeyle sikimin başını almıştı. Hafif hafif oturup kalka kalka sonunda hepsini aldığında gözlerini yumarak bir ohhh çekti…Üstümde bir süre hareketsiz kaldıktan sonra inleyerek yavaş yavaş inip kalkmalara başladı. 3-5 dakika sonra artık resmen çığlıklar atarak rokettube porno zıplıyordu. Artık ben de alttan götüne hızlı hızlı pompalıyordum. Ben alttan bastıkça Nilayın çığlıkları bağırmalara dönüştü. Nilay artık kumandayı bana bırakmış, kendisi saçlarıyla oynuyordu. Arada bir, “Ohhh harikaaa! Bitirdin beni enişte!” diye inliyordu. Nilayın havada uçuşan göğüslerini sıkarak götünü bir süre bu pozisyonda siktikten sonra, bu sefer sırtını bana dönerek oturdu sikimin üstüne ve öne eğilerek ayak bileklerimden tutundu. Artık sikimin götüne giriş çıkışlarını daha net görebiliyordum. Bir süre sonra sikimi götünden çıkarmadan Nilayı dörtayak domalttım ve götünü sikmeye devam ettim. Hızlı hızlı götüne girip çıktıkça taşaklarım da amına çarpıyor ve makineli tüfek gibi ‘şap şap şap’ sesleri çıkıyor, Nilayın, “Of of enişte!” seslerine karışıyordu…Yorulmuştum fakat boşalmama daha çok vardı, sikim götündeyken Nilayla birlikte yan yattık, 66 olduk, biraz soluklandık. Nilay, “Off enişte, götümü patlattın, okuldan o kadar genç erkek sikti bu götü, seninki gibi siklerini içimde dolu dolu hissetmedim!” dedi. Biraz dinlendikten sonra tekrar yavaş yavaş götüne girip çıkmalara devam ettim. Bu arada göğüslerini de yoğurmayı ihmal etmiyordum. Yeniden hızlanmaya başladığımda Nilayın çığlıkları da artmaya başlamıştı. “Nasıl baldız, o götünü sallayıp beni azdırmaya benziyor mu?” dedim. Baldız da, “Yok enişte, senin sikine helal olsun bu götüm!” diyordu. 66 pozisyonunda biraz daha siktikten sonra sırt üstü yatırdım ve am siker gibi götünü sikmeye devam ettim. Nilayın altımda gözleri kaymış, inleyerek dudaklarını ısırıyordu…Götünü sikerken klitorisiyle de oynamaya başladım. Baldızın amından yine sular akarak orgazm olunca, “Baldız önden gireyim mi? Patlatayım mı?” dedim. Baldızın gözler birden kocaman açıldı ve “Yok enişte sakın ha! Annemler patlak olduğumu öğrenince biterim ben! Hem sonra evde kalırım, patlak bir kızla kim evlenir ki?” dedi. “Seni patlak halde almayacak adamın taa amına koyayım ben!” diyerek götünü hızlı hızlı sikmeye devam ettim. Artık ben de boşalmaya yaklaşmıştım sikimi götünden çıkarıp yukarı kaydım ve sikimi Nilaya uzattım. Nilay sikimi ağzına aldığı gibi saksoya başladı. “Nilay geliyorum!” deyince ağzından çıkardı ve eliyle 31 çektirmeye başladı. “Hadi hadi!” diyerek hem asılıyor, hemde sikimin başına öpücükler konduruyordu. Sonunda boşaldım. Döllerim yüzüne fışkırmış, ağzı yüzü döl içinde kalmıştı. Nilay gülerek, “Enişte yüzüme süt sağmış gibi oldum!”  dedi. Sonra sikimi tekrar ağzına aldı yalayarak temizledi. Nilayın yüzünü çarşafla sildim ve birbirimize sarıldık uyuduk.Sabah kalktık birlikte banyoya duş almaya girdik. Baldıza bir kez de banyoda sabunlu sabunlu götten kaydıktan sonra İstanbul a hareket ettik.

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Afternoon Delight with Jack , Jill

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[Author’s Note: Just a quick story. Hope you enjoy!]

Afternoon Delight with Jack her freshly shaven pussy lips responded by pushing out towards him. Jill relaxed, letting herself rest on her elbows. She pushed her bare ass high up in the air and then let her body go limp. Grabbing the lube, Jack squirts some on his fingers and starts applying it around her asshole, teasing her.

“Umm, whatever you’re doing to my butt, just do more.” She said as her eyes closed and a little grin spread across her face.

“You mean this?” Jack said as his right thumb pressed lightly into her anus.

“Oh, that’s what I’m talking about,” Jill murmured happily.

Jack began a circling motion around her crinkled opening, lubing her up nicely as she sighed softly and enjoyed the sensations.

Jack’s long finger stopped circling her butt hole and began to poke at her opening firmly; slowly, one became two, and her ring began to swallow his digits.

Jill moaned, so Jack took his free hand, grabbed her right nipple, and pinched lightly. Then his left hand cupped her pussy, sliding his long fingers up and down her slit, brushing up against her clit.

“Yeah, that!” She said, opening her legs a little and pushing her hips up slightly.

“Would you like the butt plug or beads?” Jack asked as his cock began to spring to life from the vision of her beautiful ass pointing in the air for him to play with.

Jill sighed again profoundly as she spoke, “Butt plug!”

Jack removed his fingers and replaced them with a medium-sized butt plug. He pushed the lubed-up plug into her slowly as Jill relaxed and moaned with pleasure. She liked his attention on her ass. Sure, his dick was fantastic; he knew exactly how to fuck her hard Kuzey ankara escort or love her easy. Today he wanted her ass, all of her ass. So Jill was going to give her whole ass to him. She loved being touched by him.

He pumped his wrist a few times, making sure the plug was secured snugly in her butt, then he slapped her ass playfully, admiring it. Using his left hand, he finger fuck her pussy, feeling the plug with his fingers through her wet pussy.

“Fuck! Yes! Please!” she mumbled, already close to her orgasm just by playing with her ass and pussy.

Jack increased the tempo of the circles, never losing rhythm, always keeping her on the edge. Jill lost herself in the feeling of him touching her. Jill felt her tension building up, the orgasm building inside of her, tingles filling her loins. She wanted him to stop or go faster, but she was unsure what was needed to send her over. Jack sensed she was close and backed off the pleasure to keep her from cumming just yet.

“Damn!” She moaned. “Please don’t make me wait for your cock!” she said, clenching her asshole on the butt plug, trying to find the orgasm she almost had as his fingers continued to lazily play with her pussy.

“I’m just getting started, cutie,” Jack said, grabbing the pink rabbit dildo, slowly working into her pussy as she pumped her hips against his hand.

“This is going to tease you plenty enough. I think.” Jack chuckled to himself as the base of the bulbous head rested firmly in her wet pussy as the ears rested on her swollen clit. Jack pulled the dildo back out slowly and then pushed it in, hitting the power button. Jill squealed in delight as the vibrator clicked on.

“You’re an evil pervert!” She said, smiling Maltepe escort back at him.

“You know who you married, woman,” Jack said, grinning as his fingers gripped the base of the dildo, pushing it further in and pulling it out repeatedly.

Jill loved it when he fucked her with a dildo before sex; he liked to tease her pussy with the head of the toy before shoving it in her G-spot.

Jack watched her face contort in pleasure as his fingers found her clit again. They teased her along with the intense vibrations of the pink toy.

Jill moaned, groaning and gasping into her pillow, her eyes closed as her mouth formed the shape of an O. The visual was intoxicating to him.

“Play with yourself for me,” he instructed. “While this vibrator fills your perfect little pussy,” Jack said, watching the rabbit dildo stretch her open as he angled it to keep his fingers rubbing her clit in slow circles.

“Give your breasts a squeeze, pinch those pretty little nipples,” he said softly, leaning his face up against her cheek.

“Uh, huh,” Jill gasped as he fucked her harder with the toy, and her fingers pinched her nipples, pulling on them slightly.

“Oh Fuck!” Jill shouted at the combined sensations.

“I need you to fuck me now, please, Jack!” Jill gasped, feeling the sudden urgency in her pussy, the desire for his cock instead of the toys. He shut the rabbit off and set it on the nightstand, lifting Jill and moving her to the center of the bed on her back, where he liked her best. He climbed onto the bed and covered her with his body, kissing her intensely.

She ran her hand down his prolonged erection; the ridge under the head felt thick and hot against her palm. Her legs spread wide for Mamak escort him, and he pushed up on his elbows for a moment to look at her, to watch her legs spread open for him. She was wet and throbbing. Jill arched her back as he licked his way down her throat and chest. Her hands laced into his brown hair, urging him to slide his hard cock inside of her.

His mouth found hers, his tongue teasing her lips with his velvet touch. With a slow groan, he slid his cock inside of her to the hilt. He moved slightly back and then forward again. He was thrusting at a leisurely pace, going deeper with everyone.

Jill felt the fluttering begin. She groaned softly and gripped the sheet underneath her. One of his arms wrapped under her, pulling her ass up just enough. She threw a leg up over his shoulder to give him more access as he began fucking her faster.

“That’s what I want,” She breathed. His cock was pushing against her pelvis wall with his deep thrusts. Jill’s heart was pounding in her chest, and the sensation of his cock going so deep inside that she loved so much, a big moan escaping her mouth.

Grinning, he wraps his large hand around her throat. Applying mild pressure, he knows she enjoys being pinned down and fucked.

“I love you so much, sexy,” he says as he speeds up his strokes. Her moans urging him on to go fuck her faster.

“Oh fuck! I love you!” She moaned out as she felt her orgasm slam into her unexpectedly, and her tight walls clamped down and milked his cock as she yelled out.

His eyes burned into her soul as he pounded her harder, not losing his tempo. His breath came hard and heavy, a long, low growl rumbling in his chest as his cock throbbed and pumping cum deep into her.

Both gasped for air and lightly kissed each other as they came down from their bliss. Jack slipped his cock out of her creamy pussy, and she moaned at the absence.

Dropping to the bed next to her, he put his head on her chest, snuggling close in the afterglow.

The End

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The air was warm, a gentle breeze making the long grass sway. It was the perfect day to be outside. I grabbed my adventure bag, left a note on the countertop, and locked the door behind me.

I loved to explore, and the woods right outside the back door were perfect for wandering. A few weeks ago, I had found an ad for a caretaker job, the cabin pictured was exactly what I had always dreamed of living in. I called the number and after a few questions, the woman on the other end told me I had the job. I got a phone call the next day giving me clear instructions to find the cabin.

I was nervous at first, especially when cell service stopped working. As I drove further into the mountains, I worried that the ad was placed by a serial killer or a kidnapper. I was pleasantly surprised when I reached the end of the winding driveway, the cabin was exactly like the picture, better even.

An elderly lady was sitting in a wooden rocker in the front porch, and she stood as I exited my car.

“Hello there, you must be the new caretaker. I’m Betty, I’ll be showing you around the place.” I climbed the short steps and shook her hand, “Hello, I’m Poppy, it’s lovely to meet you.”

She had a firm grip for a woman her age, “Follow me and I’ll give you the grand tour.”

She led me through the cabin, showing my all around. The main floor included the living room, kitchen, two small bedrooms and bathroom down a short hallway. Upstairs was a larger bedroom with an attached bathroom that had a jacuzzi bathtub. The back porch was much bigger than the front, with a hanging swing off to one side. There wasn’t a regular lawn in the backyard, just beautiful wildflowers and dainty stone pathways, one of which led to a sizeable shed.

Betty explained that the shed had all the tools I would need to take care of the property, including a manual on all of the different species living on the property. I recognized most of the plants I had seen so far, so I wasn’t too worried about reading the manual. After a brief explanation how grocery deliveries worked, Betty’s grandson helped her load her luggage in the car and off they went.

In the few days that followed, I unpacked and figured out how to work the old computer to order groceries. The fridge was well stocked with fruits and veggies, and the cupboards had enough basic necessities I wasn’t too worried about starving, but I wanted to make sure I had everything set up properly before I started adventuring. I decided that for my first adventure, I would stick to the path.

As I walked, I noticed how vibrant everything looked, I had never seen such gorgeous colors before. The leaves on the trees were a vivid green, while their bark was varying shades of rich browns. I spotted a few bright red and white Amanita mushrooms underneath the leaf litter, and flowers in every color imaginable were scattered all over. I could smell their delicate scent on the gentle breeze.

After about an hour of walking, I found a clearing just past a babbling brook. With a small jump, I crossed the water and entered the clearing. It was almost a perfect circle, with Quaking Aspen trees evenly spaced around the edges, it kind of looked like someone had planted them. I set down my bag and pulled out a sandwich, this was the perfect spot for some lunch.

After eating, I decided to enjoy the sun a little, so I stretched out my legs and laid back, closing my eyes. It had been a long time Kartal travesti since I was able to relax like this.

I dozed off, waking with a jolt when something brushed across my face. I opened my eyes to see a swarm of bugs, or what I thought to be bugs. As they moved around, I thought they looked like tiny humans, but they were brilliant shades of greens, blues, and purples. When one of them landed on my leg, I sat up to get a closer look. It was definitely a tiny humanoid! Her skin was deep violet, her hair just a few shades darker, and her wings a shimmery lavender color. She was exquisite, and completely naked! A few more had joined her, and I stared in complete fascination as they strutted up and down my legs.

I couldn’t understand what they were saying, it was a strange, tinkling language, almost like bells or the sound a drop of water makes in a puddle. I was so distracted by the tiny figures on my legs, I didn’t notice what the rest of them were doing until I felt them tugging on my shirt. I looked down at my chest to see dozens of them pulling upwards in an effort to remove it. I laughed and gently brushed them away. A few of them flew towards my face, shaking their fingers as if to scold me. I laughed again, and they flew back down to keep pulling on my shirt. I tried to brush them away again, bur my arms wouldn’t move. I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn’t move either! Dozens of the tiny creatures were holding me in place.

The creatures on my legs started pulling off my shoes. I wanted to kick them off, but I could barely move at all. They made quick work of undressing me, and I was soon as naked as they were. Their tiny feet tickled my bare skin, and I wanted to squirm as they danced all over me. I felt them tugging on my hair and shoulders, and I was soon laying down again, my head propped up by my bundled clothes. I watched as a trio of green-skinned figures flitted up to my breasts. One of them reached down and grasped my nipple firmly, and then with all his might, yanked upwards. I yelped in surprise, it didn’t really hurt, in fact it felt kind of good.

More of them fluttered around my breasts, and I could only watch as they perched around my nipples, taking turns pulling, and pushing, and twisting. I cried out after a particularly viscous tug, and a few of them gathered around my face again. A pale blue woman stroked my cheek for a moment, before flying down to land on my stomach. She walked slowly downwards, stopping right at the edge of my trimmed bush. She giggled, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. I was confused by the strange display, what was she so excited about?

A few others flocked to her, and then my legs were forced open, bending at the knee until my feet were tucked against my bottom, leaving me fully exposed. A thin pink-hued male flitted between my legs until I could no longer see him. But I certainly felt it as he squirmed his way inside of me. I had never had sex before, only gotten myself off as needed, and he was soon deeper inside of me than my fingers had ever reached. My attention snapped back to my breasts with a sudden lack of sensation. All twisting and pulling had ceased, and tiny tongues were busy licking me all over. There must have been some sort of aphrodisiac in their spit, because each lick left a tingling trail behind, my skin was growing more sensitive with each passing second.

A few of them flitted downwards, Kartal travestileri alighting around my vulva. I felt a slight pressure at my opening, and then the one inside of me was sliding out. He clambered up to my stomach, using my clit as a stepping stone, sending a shock of pleasure through my body. The others flocked to him, cleaning him off with their tongues and speaking in that strange language of theirs.

There was pressure on my anus, and then my ass cheeks were spread wide to grant better access. I couldn’t see a thing, relying only on sensation to figure out what was going on down there. The pressure increased, and I tried to buck my hips. I had never put anything in that hole before, and I wasn’t about to let them try. My efforts were in vain as the pressure grew stronger, and with a slight pop, one of them was inside of my ass. It was a completely new feeling, and after the pain subsided, quite a pleasurable experience.

I could feel an orgasm building, all of the different sensations overwhelming my senses, it wouldn’t be long now. I found myself wishing for it, no longer scared of what was happening to me.

All movement ceased, and all turned towards my feet, as if waiting for something, or someone.

A tall, breathtakingly handsome man approached. His hair was black as a raven’s feathers, with brilliant blue eyes. And he was completely naked.

My mouth went dry as I took in the sight of his enormous cock. He smirked, seeing the look on my face.

Placing a hand on my knee, he spoke. “What a lovely offering from my loyal subjects. A beautiful virgin all to myself!”

My lips trembled as I asked, “What…How did you…”

He put a finger over my lips, “Hush now, I can tell just by looking that you have never been with a man, and I will make sure that your first time is truly remarkable. No mortal man will satisfy you after I am done pleasuring you.”

He caressed my face gently, and then brought his lips to mine. His tongue traced my lips, which I kept tightly pressed together.

He drew back, caressing my face again, and then he was whispering in my ear, “I’m going to take you either way, you can either cooperate and receive insurmountable pleasure, or fight back, and have much less fun. Your choice, so let’s try this again.”

This time when he kissed me, I parted my lips slightly, and his tongue slid in smoothly. My mouth started to tingle, just like when the little ones had been licking me. His hands were on my breasts, fingers lightly tracing patterns on my sensitive skin. With a quick pinch, he twisted my nipples, he was much stronger than the small creatures, and I cried out against his lips. He did it again, and this time I felt a jolt of pleasure with the pain. And then his mouth replaced his fingers, soothing the sting.

With one hand, he reached between my legs, the other still kneading my breast. He circled my slit, then slowly pushed a finger inside, quickly adding a second, stretching me wider than ever before. His thumb brushed my clit, and my hips jerked involuntarily. He did it again and I almost came.

And then he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth he licked them clean, “You taste so good my pet, but I have other plans for you today. Shall we get started?”

My eyes widened, what was he going to do next? I soon found out, as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“You can’t! It Travesti kartal won’t fit!” I blurted.

He chuckled, “I assure you it will, pixie saliva is a potent aphrodisiac, and my little subjects made sure you had plenty of it before I got here. And I’ll take it slow until you’re begging me to go faster.”

He grabbed my hips, and slid just the tip in, pulling out and repeating it a few times.

“Wait, I’m not ready, what if…” He kissed me, effectively quieting my protests.

This time, he slid more than just the tip in, and I gasped at the sharp pain I felt. He held still for a moment, before pushing in further. I groaned into his mouth, and he gently bit my lip, distracting me for a moment. He released my hips and grabbed my wrists, guiding them above my head and pinning them there.

He began to thrust gently in and out, going a little further each time. Pain was soon replaced by pleasure, and I began to move my hips in time with his thrusts. He chuckled, and spoke to the pixies, until they were the ones holding my wrists in place. Grabbing my hips, he firmly pushed them down, stopping his thrusts as he did so.

“I told you that I would take it slow until you begged otherwise. Are you ready for that?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

“That won’t do, I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want, and I will oblige you.”

“I want you to make me feel good again. Please!”

He gave a single thrust, “There are countless ways to make you feel good, what exactly, do you want?”

I groaned, “Just fuck me already!”

His smile widened, “Your wish is my command.”

He pulled out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside, and then plunged his cock back in. He began moving, pumping in and out at a steady pace, leaving me gasping for breath with every forward motion.

I was close, so, so close. He seemed to sense it, pulling out entirely. I protested, but he flipped me over, lifting my hips so that my ass was in the air. His cock drove into me from behind and with this new angle, I could feel the pixie that was still in my ass. He must have felt it too, because he stopped and said something in a barking tone, and then my ass was stretched wide again as the pixie squirmed out.

The man grabbed my hips again, and he pulled me back onto his cock, “I will be the only one who gets to enjoy you today, the only one who will make you cum over and over until you can barely think.”

He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

“Please.” I gasped.

He continued driving into me, reaching around to finger my clit with one hand. I moaned, and he sped up, teasing my clit with his thumb. I could feel the pressure building, and as he brushed my clit one last time, I came. Waves of pleasure washed over me, stronger than any I had felt before. He didn’t stop, still pumping in and out in long, slow movements, bringing me greater pleasure than what I could have ever imagined.

Still buried deep inside of me, he flipped me over so that I was on my back again. I was still weak from my first orgasm, too weak to stop him when he began to thrust harder. I whimpered from the intense pleasure that it caused, feeling another climax building. His movements grew faster and I cried out as I came again. With a shout he pushed deep inside of me one last time and reached his own climax. We rode the waves of our orgasms together, until he pulled out, leaving me feeling strangely empty. I watched as the pixies swarmed to him, cleaning his cock off with their tongues, and vaguely realized they were doing the same to me.

He bent down to whisper in my ear, “I look forward to our next meeting, my pet.”

And then he was walking away, back into the woods.

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Amateur

When we arrived at the Star Lounge that Friday night, I had no idea that it was about to change my life.

I had three buddies from college and we used to go on these guy’s nights out about once a month. Jeremy and Tim were married. Scott had a serious relationship going. I had lost Cheryl two years prior because of a drunk driver. Most of the time we’d hit a local sports bar and consume a few “man sodas”. But this particular night we decided to go the lounge: they had a band playing and, for reasons I can’t remember, both Jeremy and Tim’s wives were away. It would be a little naughty to go flirt with some women, maybe cop a feel on the dance floor, before hitting a Denny’s at 1 AM for early breakfast–kind of an echo of college days.

I was designated driver, because I never want to be responsible for someone else getting that knock on the door, so we took my Jaguar sedan. Tim and Scott came over to my place and we picked up Jeremy on the way.

The place was moderately busy and we were there early. Jeremy and I grabbed a big table near the back, while Tim and Scott went to get beers. The table next to us had three women. Jeremy said hello.

“Hi, I’m Gail and these are Heather and Diane,” answered the nearest gal, a perky looking bottle-blonde, probably early thirties. “We’re having a girl’s night out.”

I introduced the two of us and pointed out Tim and Scott. “It’s our guy’s night out. You gals want to join us?”

“Seems like we’re one short for you guys.”

“It’s okay. We can take turns dancing.”

“Yeah, but someone will be disappointed at closing time.”

“Well, these guys are married or as good as…” I put in, but Jeremy jumped to point out that “We’re all on hall passes this week.”

“We’re married too,” Heather added, flashing her ring. “But that doesn’t mean we’re not looking for fun. And we can help recruit a fourth,” she added, nodding at me.

We scooted the tables together and started getting to know them. Gail and Heather were real firecrackers. They made it pretty plain how they wanted the evening to end. Diane was more reserved. She was happy to flirt and dance, but maybe not end up in a strange bed. The guys were eating it up, though.

Jeremy pulled me to one side and made clear his plan. “Don’t be a stick in the mud, man. We can go back to your place and have some fun. No one will be the wiser. It’s great that they’re married, because there’ll be no consequences Monday morning, eh?”

“Sure.” But he could see my hangdog look. I’d have to look their spouses in the eye eventually and besides, I was now pretty much flying solo instead of hanging out with my buddies.

By now the band was in full swing. I nursed my cranberry and tonic, holding on to the table so the three couples could get more and more daring on the dance floor. Jeremy was talking to Gail, nodding his head in my direction a couple of times. She nodded back and scanned the room a bit.

Not much later, Gail came back with fourth woman. “This is Denise. She’s a coworker of mine and she’s here on her own. I thought she might join us?”

“Sure, come on over.”

Denise wasn’t very attractive. She was maybe average height, a bit overweight, and flat as a board front and rear. Her hair was brown and kind of mousy, and she was wearing these oversized rimless glasses that I thought weren’t flattering. She had no chin to speak of. Her dress was of some heavy blue material and did nothing for her. But heck, it wasn’t a date or something.

“You from around here?” I asked.

“Moved here a few months ago.”

“Where from?”

“Kansas.”

“You don’t say! How do you like it here so far?”

“It’s okay.”

It was like an interrogation. She put no effort into it. After a while she said she was going to the ladies and headed off. Instead of returning to the table, she went to the bar and tried to chat up other guys.

Since that hadn’t worked and I didn’t feel like sitting alone, I went up to the bar myself. I chatted for a bit with a buxom blonde, but she was waiting for someone.

Turning to the other side, I found Denise at my elbow. We looked at each other and it was like you could see the speech bubbles over our heads: “Nah. Not really.”

To my left, Heather came up with Tim. Heather was wearing a floral print blouse with a Peter Pan collar and very short sleeves. I don’t know how she did it, but her rather large lungs seemed to defy gravity, even though you could look down between them practically to her navel.

Her cheeks were flushed and her one hand was fastened possessively to Tim’s arm. While he dickered with the barkeep, she spared me a moment, pointed at another lady at a table, and said “Candy looks lonely. She’s fun. Tell her I sent you.”

Candy was indeed lonely, looked a well-put-together fifty-something, and desperate for any sort of male attention. But another guy got to her before I made a move and the last I saw they were exploring the rear exit of the club.

Denise was still there, so I bought her a new round. The band was loud, so she practically had to scream to tell me, “You don’t have to be nice to me for Gail’s lüleburgaz escort sake.”

“I don’t know Gail. I’m just here with some friends.”

“I’m not ready to hang out with you.”

“Okay.”

The very attractive redheaded gal who came up to order next to me didn’t want to dance–she was refreshing drinks while her wife used the head. With most everyone seeming to be paired up, I gave up and headed back to our table.

When the band’s set ended, everyone else joined me and a new round was consumed. Tim was like, “Hey, bro, these girls are hot. We should take them somewhere and play some games.” Heather bobbed her head side to side like a demented Barbie to emphasize her support for this notion. I might be saving her from a terrible button failure incident if only I swept them away from here.

Scott, meanwhile, broke away from his “conversation” with Diane (if by “conversation” you mean “kissing each other’s brains out”) to add “Let’s go to your place.”

“We won’t all fit in the Jag.”

“We’ll chase you in an uber.”

Gail and Jeremy were excited by the prospect, so I gave in.

On my way past the bar I saw Denise sitting there alone, men all around pointedly ignoring her. I was some combination angry with my sometime-friends, jealous of their success, and maybe a bit sorry for her. So, in spite of her evincing zero interest in me, I nudged her elbow on my way past.

“Hey, we’re getting out of here. Want to blow this pop stand and join us?” She looks at me as if seeing me for the first time.

“Where would we go?”

“We’re all going to my place. I can refill you there,” I say, nodding at her glass that seems to be mostly ice.

“You’re not married like the rest of them?” She was looking at my ring finger, devoid of decoration.

“No. I’m the only straight shooter in this bunch.”

“Let’s go.”

Scott and Jeremy and their erstwhile companions are already climbing into a ride share, so I take Denise, Tim, and Heather back to my car. The Jag looks rakish in its gleaming black paint under the streetlights and Denise gives me a reappraising look as she settles into being cossetted by all the wood and leather of the interior.

Tim and Heather crawled into the back seat as I fired up the big V8. The armrest between them has disappeared and he’s got his hand up her skirt. From her tiny yips, his fingers are inside her. She’s got something to hold onto herself, so I’m not concerned as I accelerate into traffic. I’m certain that they don’t notice any of the trip.

Denise, by contrast, is content to look out the window as I chase the Uber driver towards my house. Maybe I looked better to her in the bar after she’s had a few, but I have no such liquid encouragement. She’s still not what I’d call cute and she’s been so laconic that it’s difficult to say what her personality is like. Maybe I’ll regret this later. I’m sort of feeling regret right now.

Everyone piles out at my place and quickly the party takes shape in the living room. Gail cranks up the stereo with music off her phone. Jeremy and Tim make free with my bar materials.

I pour myself a good stiff drink.

I pour one for Denise too and we sit together on one end of the couch and watch the show unfolding. Gail and Heather have no shame. Now that we’re not in public, they are rubbing their bodies up against Jeremy and Tim. Their hands are checking the tent poles both men are sporting. Not that the men are strenuous in their resistance. There is significant titty groping and crotch grabbing going the other direction. This dance will tilt to the horizontal real soon now.

Diane and Scott are still playing it kind of cool, sitting on the other part of my sectional, but their “conversation” is quiet and focused and they’re feeling around for second base.

I turn back to Denise and finally she breaks the ice. “You think they’re going to do it?” she asks.

I shake my head. “I think they’re already there. You not one for dancing?”

“Nah. Maybe after they are done hogging the floor.” She nods back to the party goers. Gail and Heather twerk together for a moment and then deftly trade men. I sip my vodka and experimentally put my arm around Denise.

“Whatever happens, I’m not doing that.” She holds up her glass and empties it.

“That’s fine,” I reply. “I don’t need you to put on a show. Your glass, however, looks defective: it seems to have leaked.” I refill us both.

Scott and Diane decamp in the direction of a guest bedroom. Apparently, they’ve decided to skip the public displays of affection. It only takes seeing them move in that direction and the other two couples are also searching for more intimate surroundings. They leave the music going and I’m sitting with Denise alone.

“I don’t approve of their antics,” she says. “They’re married and should know better.”

“I agree. Plus they put me in a bad position: I like their wives more than I like them most days. But you and I, we’re not married,” I observe. “Should we know better?”

“I don’t think either of us is that attracted to the other,” she replied. “But maybe it’s the maçka escort scent in the air. Maybe…”

I leaned in and kissed her gently. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t full-on. But it felt okay.

“Maybe,” she tried again, “we could fool around a bit.” I kissed her again. Yes, there was definitely something okay about that.

“Do you have a bedroom?” she inquired.

“You know I do.”

“I’m going to want you to prove it. But first I have to warn you.”

“Warn me?” My ears went up.

“I’m a good lapsed Catholic girl.”

“I’m not sure I understand how those three adjectives fit together.” I finished my drink off, in preparation for finding the bed.

“That means I’ll sleep with you out of wedlock, but I insist that neither of us commit any other sins tonight.”

“So… I can’t sell holy offices, bear false witness, and I promise to respect your mother in the morning?”

She laughed.

“I’ll explain it in the moment.” She put down her empty glass, reached over, and kissed me. Yes, yes, a kiss filled with adequacy.

I muted my enthusiasm to an appropriate level, then pulled her up off the couch.

“Madam, your den of pre-marital iniquity awaits.” We head towards the private areas of the house.

Gail and Jeremy haven’t had the decency to close the door on the guest room they’ve taken up in, which means we’re forced to observe her waiving her heels up near his head. The other’s rooms are shut tight, but the doors are rattling with intimations of whatever interior rumpus is going on: I suspect a high-stakes game of bedspread Twister.

We reached the master suite. I let her enter and close the door behind us.

She turns to face me, and we embrace for the first time. The enthusiasm is improving.

Denise takes off her oversized glasses and puts them on the nightstand, then kicks off her crepe soled sandals and sits on the bed. My shoes join hers and I snug up next to her. We get our arms around each other as our lips resume their entanglement. She feels pleasantly solid in my grasp, with a pleasant curve to her waist. She has one hand on my shoulder and the other in my hair and this clinch is stoking the first real feelings of desire in me.

Her dress is a muted shade of royal blue, ankle length, and buttons down the front. The tie has a bow knot in it and the end recommends itself to me. I tug it a couple of times and am rewarded with a satisfying relaxation of tension on it.

Our kisses don’t stop, but she’s exploring disrobing options too. Her fingers deftly loosen my top shirt button. I make the corresponding move on her dress. She has the second loose, so I need to hurry it a bit: I have far more buttons to assault than she does.

“It’s not meant to unbutton, silly,” she whispers in my ear.

“But it’s more fun than making you pull it over your head,” I retort. I’ve discovered that she’s not wearing an undergarment up top. I’m personally a breast man, but there’s nothing really in there to hold up or contain. I keep unfastening as she pulls my shirt out of my pants. There’s some flummery with sleeves on both sides and then we’re both naked from the waist up.

She pauses one eyeblink to admire my doughy physique, while giving me a look over her promenade. Her breasts are little more than speed bumps, each surmounted by tiny tight-clenched bee-strings. As we fall back into an embrace, I let one thumb brush a sensitive nubbin and am rewarded with a hiss of approval.

The feel of skin-on-skin is like another shot of vodka. She smells good and there’s something electric about her tongue on mine.

Then she pauses to rise up and push the remains of her dress to the floor. She’s wearing nylons and she pushes these down to match. I release my belt and work on shedding trousers. Quickly I’m down to boxer briefs and she’s in her panties.

Instead of sitting, we lay side-by-side. There is a gentle stroking of fingers wandering between my thighs. She’s getting my measure, outlining what I have going on there.

I let my fingers discover the warmth in her lacy undergarment. Her legs are a little chunky, but her pubic bone is prominent. I trail my fingers outwards, tracing her wide hips with their boney ridges projecting to make her waist swoop inwards.

“They’re child-bearing hips,” she whispers. “Good Catholic breeding hips. And I’ve committed no sin to keep you from putting them to their intended use.”

“No protection?”

“Nope. And you’ve agreed that you won’t sin by using any either. Nor shall ye spill your seed on the ground,” she intoned, one finger pointing aloft, with the tone of papal authority. We can’t help but laugh.

“I wouldn’t want to stain the carpet in any event, but I was thinking of spilling it here in bed,” I said, as our bodies enjoyed some bumping and grinding.

“If you take those silly briefs off,” she says, pulling the offending waistband around my tool, “I’ll ensure you spill it. But there’s only one place that’s happening tonight: wouldn’t want you to do laundry in the morning,” she says, before she adds, whispering, “My greedy cervix will drink it all up.”

I push magosa escort my skivvies down and they hang up around my ankles. As I try to shake them free, she rolls me on my back. We laugh as I shake my leg vigorously until the offending thing flies off. Then she leans forward, letting her long hair hang around our faces as she straddles me, her silken panties brushing my exposed hardness. I grasp her hips as our tongues twine again.

She’s the perfect height, as the undulation of her pelvis demonstrates perfectly. My engorged head isn’t just near her entrance, with each motion of her hips, it stabs as far into her as the slick material of her panties allows.

“I want them off as much as you do,” she says, “but they are our only protection. I have six sisters and they all have big families. My fertility isn’t in doubt. You take those off and I’ll have to get the justice of the peace to explain your rights and obligations to you. Because I’m birthing every baby you put in me.”

I roll us over, putting her on the bottom. She’s not that attractive, but lust and alcohol have brought me to this moment. I let my cock feel her out again. The placement, angle, and repose hint that, if that merest hint of cloth weren’t in the way, we’d be perfectly joined.

I sit up and take hold of her waistband, with its tiny fake bow right in the center and the little hearts embroidered all around, and draw the last vestige of prophylaxis away. Her mound is lightly thatched with dark black hair, highlighting barely parted lips. She raises her legs up high, so I can draw the material down past her knees, past her feet and off.

Then her legs spread open and her feet land to either side of me. I move between them and lean down to kiss her. Legs and arms embrace me, body-to-body, skin-to-skin. One part of me feels a hot damp spot just brushing against it.

“Umm… you feel it, don’t you. So dangerous where you want to go. You didn’t know me a few hours ago, but if you go there we’ll probably be tied together for life.” She rocks her hips side-to-side and I lodge right at her opening.

“Oh, I feel my sin,” she moans, “dirty lapsed Catholic girl, rutting in bed unmarried. I let you get me drunk and begged you to disrespect my chastity. Put it in me and punish me for my sin with a lifetime of motherhood.”

I want to enter her, but her words caution me that I shouldn’t. I might wake up in the morning on my way to marry to a stranger, the woman I didn’t think of bringing home from the bar, the one who didn’t want me. At the same time, I feel her wetness coating me, the slight resistance of her inner walls. I can always pull out, I think, and sink the rest of the way in.

Her eyes go wide as I slip in and then, with a blissful smile, they slide shut. “Mmm… so perfect. Fallen women get no mercy. My only saving grace can be if you wash my womb clean with your babymaker. Anoint me down there. Oh! Oh! That’s just right.”

And we do fit perfectly, just tight enough, just the right connection. Our loins align and dance together just so. She gasps and moans with each push; I pant and exhale with each pull. It’s our first dance and its gyrations are flawless.

“That’s it, that’s it,” she cries, “so ripe and fertile. Your seed can’t miss my wanton egg, fallen from grace tonight. Our transgressions locking our souls together. Put your dirty sinful jism in my belly.”

Her legs quiver, heels banging against my flexing behind, holding me inside and inviting me deeper. Our motions one moment syncopated; the next in perfect rhythm.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you? Getting close to knocking up the sinful strumpet you picked up in a bar. The filthy harlot who gave her virtue to you after a few drinks. Go ahead, do it. Make me litter the carpet with your brood.”

I am close. I feel my shaft swelling up, my balls beginning to churn. I’m dimly aware that I’m groaning with each thrust, readying to flood her.

“Pump it in me. Baptize my fount with your hot cream. Do it. Do it,” she pleads.

I am at the point of no return. She can feel it, the tightening of muscles, delving deeply into her wet cavern. I could pull free, pull back, shoot my cum across her belly. I don’t. A torrent of thick hot cum pumps down from my scrotum, works its way through the long tunnel of my flesh, and spews heartily into the waiting mouth of her womb.

“I feel it! I feel your sin uniting our flesh!” she cried. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” she worked her vulva intensely down, into the point where we were joined, seeking–and finding–that last pinnacle of release. I held her shuddering body a long time.

The first time I awoke that night I was disoriented. It was completely dark and there was an unfamiliar warm somebody in bed next to me. I took care of business and crept back under the covers. My errand had woken her and I was greeted by warm arms and a moist kiss. My own paws seem to naturally land on her big hips. Both of us were drowsy and still slightly tipsy, but part of me was wide awake and ready to insinuate itself… anywhere. She snuggled closer to me and drew her top knee up, then used her hand to get me just so. Our coupling was slow, and it took a long while before any urgency built. When it came, it was overwhelming as I fired into her for the second time that night. This time her reply was a soothing “Shh! Shh! Shh!” as she petted my head and we lapsed into sleep once more.

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7 Days of Palm Springs Pt. 01

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Glasses Sexy

In this story all the people in this story are real. Some of the situations are true some are what Tracey wished happened. So when we are reliving our week in our minds it is all a true story.

This story happened last October when we were in Palm Springs for a week. A nice relaxing week but Tracey’s idea of relaxing is different then mine. Tracey just has this way of getting attention and doesn’t shy away from it. She loves people, loves being sexy and she really loves cocks, all shapes and sizes.

DAY 1 WEDNESDAY

We arrived in town on Wednesday about 4 in the afternoon. We checked in and unloaded the car. We had had a long drive so we laid down for a nap.

We woke up at around eight. We ordered pizza and sat and had a couple of drinks. When the delivery guy knocked on the door, Tracey got up to answer, now you need to understand that Tracey is the only person I know who takes clothes of to answer the door. So she jumped up took her t shirt and shorts off. She had on a nice white sheer push up bra and a white sheer g string panty on. She answered the door and asked the pizza boy to come inn. When he picked his chin up off the floor he came in and placed the pizza on the desk. He gave her the bill and Tracey came to me and bent over so he got a great view of her ass. She gave him a healthy tip and he left.

” So no interest in the young man?” I said.

” Yes but I am hungry for pizza right now not cock. That is later sweetie,” She answered.

We sat eating pizza and watching some movie. We had a couple more coolers and then about ten Tracey decided it was time for a hot tub. She went out to check things out and yes in her bra and panties. She came back disappointed, because the pool area closes at ten.

“I am going to go see the night manager and see if we can use the tub.” She said as she took her bra and panties off. “What too put on to impress. Hmmmm… “

She put on her sundress with spaghetti straps and buttons up the front. She left the top buttons undone to her sternum and also up to one a over her pussy. She gave me a kiss and off she went.

I got changed into my shorts and got the cooler ready to go, because I know Tracey will get her way. Tracey returned in about twenty minutes with a smile. She then took of the dress and put her panties back on and a short white tank top.

“So what happened, I assume it is ok.”

” Yes I will explain in the tub,” She replied with a smile.

We get to the tub and she climbs in just ahead of me. She stood up and she looked amazing. She sat up on the edge of the tub and leaned back on her hands with her legs spread.

“You realize that you are making it hard, and hard too make eye contact,” I said with a smile.

“Well I was talking to Taz , the night manager, and he said it was fine to use it but we can’t make a lot of noise. He said he would be watching me on the two security cameras for safety reasons. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off my tits. Well I guess me squeezing them together and leaning on the counter didn’t help. When he came out of his office he caught me squatting down to look at brochures on the wall. My legs were spread and my dress hanging on each side of my legs exposing my pussy. I pretended to be embarrassed and apologized. He is a very cute Spanish guy.” She said smiling.

“So that’s why your facing the camera.” I said smiling.

I gave her a kiss and then freed her tits and started thumbing her nipples while trying not to obscure the cameras. Then I slid her panties off and started messaging her pussy. She was moaning softly. I pulled her closer to the edge of the tub , then I slid my seven inch cock into her and slowly started pumping. She was leaning back on her hands and I was pulling her nipples and pumping her pussy. I could feel her starting to shake and she started to moaning.

“Fuck Dick I have been horny all day. Fuck me harder!”

I started driving into her as hard as I can when she tenses right up and exhales. I pulled my dick out and started stroking it when she slid off the edge and started sucking my cock and not much later I exploded in her mouth. She licked it all up and stood up and kissed me.

“Let’s go to our room,” She said as she waved to the camera.

We walked across the pool area carrying the cooler and her bathing suit. As we left the pool area we ran into the security guard, I thought for sure we were in trouble.

” Hi folks, hope you had fun. I know Taz and I enjoyed the security feed,” He said with a smile. “Taz said you were going to try and give us a show every night. That would brighten our Night Shift,” He said. ” I had to come and meet you guys, he said Tracey was really friendly.”

With that Tracey stepped forwards and put her arms around his neck and pulled him tight to her and kissed him deeply. He in turn grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter to him. She took his hands of her ass and brought them up to her tits. She could feel his dick getting hard while pertek escort she ground it on her hip.

“Well I am going to take care of Dick now so I have to go. See you tomorrow,” Said Tracey.

“WOW! Thanks, you are amazing. See more of you tomorrow, then.”

“Night, I am sure you will , ” She replied sheepishly and smiling.

“Let’s go to bed Dick, I am tired, ” Tracey said. “Tomorrow is another day.”

DAY 2 THURSDAY

We got up in the morning had some breakfast and then laid by the pool. We decided to head to the Cabazon Outlets. The dressing room stories are true except one and I will let you decide which one you think is not true. It was just supposed to be just a quiet day for us. Tracey relaxing and Tracey shopping. Well that’s not really what happened because Tracey is always horny and thinking. Not that we didn’t have fun. Also most of the supper and hotel parts are true.

As you know we were in Palm Springs for a nice relaxing week at the Inn hotel. We got up had breakfast and chatted about the day. I am not sure if I can use the name of places, so they are changed but with a little imagination you can figure them out.

Tracey said, ” I would like to go to the mall in Cabazon. We could go for noon and spend some time shopping. So what do you think?”

” Sounds good to me as long as we pick something up sexy for you to wear for supper. I think that would be fair. “

” Ok sounds good to me but how sexy?” She says with a smile.

” Well you do know how to tease me. I love when you try stuff on, thinking of you naked in a change room. Just seems to make thinks twitch, ” I said in anticipation.

We went back to our room and got ready to go. Tracey put on sheer g string panty and a push up bra both aqua coloured. She put on a short skirt and a deep v neck t shirt.

We headed out on the half hour drive to Cabazon.

We arrived there at noon and parked in the lot by the pretzel shop. We had already decided to have a pretzel, AA cinnamon and sugar pretzels are amazing. Anyways we sat on the bench in front of AA’s and decided where to start.

” So what do you want to do first? ” I asked.

” I think we could go to /// shop first and then walk across to the Desert mall. We could go to the check mark, LLemon and the Secrets, for sure. “

” Sounds great. Let’s roll. ” I said.

So we headed out and went to the /// shop and she looked around didn’t find anything. So we moved on, we walked across the street to the Desert mall and headed for the check mark store. I went and looked at shoes on the wall , I mean it had 30% off. Tracey hit the clothing racks and had some stuff to try on. So we headed to the change rooms. I stood outside thinking about her being naked behind the curtain. After all the rule is she has to get naked in the change room. Anyways she tried on a couple of skirts and a deep v bra. She decided on the bra. A nice pink with her tan her tits looked amazing.

We left the store with the check mark and walked through the mall and crossed the street when we got to the escalator, Tracey went ahead of me and jumped in ahead of a couple of guys. She was about five feet ahead of them and I was right behind them. As she got on the escalator she dropped the bag her bra was in and she bent over to pick it up. I almost couldn’t believe what I seen as I was completely caught of guard. When she bent over, she kept her knees straight, which caused her shirt to ride up. That made the crotch of sheer panties show and as a bonus they were wet already and the day had just started, it was almost like her panties weren’t there. Her panties being wet made me wonder what she was thinking about.

I got off the escalator and I headed to the Bucks to get a coffee. The two guys stopped for a second to say something and she smiled. After she walked over to talk to me.

” Tracey your such a bad girl. How come your so wet? We just got here. ” I said smiling.

” Well when we were in the store with the check mark, I was in the dressing room I got totally naked to model the stuff for you. Standing there naked with only a curtain between me and the people in the store was exciting especially because I didn’t pull the curtain right closed. I left about six inches open. When I came out to show you, the guy that was the attendant was outside my cubicle every time. Not sure what he seen. It doesn’t matter it still turned me on.” She said with her sexy smile.

“Awesome now the rest of the time do the same thing. I love thinking about you being naked in the dressing rooms. You go ahead and In the mean time I am going to have my coffee. I will catch up to you down the mall. Unless you want coffee?”

” No I am going to keep going. Maybe you can catch up to me at the LLemon store. There isn’t much between there and here that I am interested in. So see you there ok,” She said, ” Love you. “

She comes to give me a kiss and I slid my hands up her skirt and felt pınarhisar escort her pussy. It was wet and warm.

She just smiled and turned and burned. So I sat drinking my coffee for probably fifteen minutes thinking about how lucky I am to have such a horny woman like Tracey. I then headed for L Lemon. When I got there I walked in looking for Tracey and there was a few people in there roaming around. Tracey was there talking with a guy looking at clothes. So I decided to just stand back and see what was up. I was trying to figure if he was an employee or a customer. She headed towards the change rooms and to my surprise him in tow. I moved a little closer about two racks away and pretended to be looking. Tracey turned and looked right at me and smiled. She pulled back the curtain.

The attendant said, ” Would you like your husband to go in with you?”

Tracey hesitated slightly before saying , ” Yes I would and took the guy by the hand and they disappeared behind the curtain. ” She looked straight at me again with a huge smile.

So here I am watching my wife go into a change room with a strange guy , knowing full well that she is getting naked, seeing as I told her to. I was getting so horny , I couldn’t believe it. I grabbed some shorts and went to try them on. I got the next change room but could not hear anything. As I came out of the change room I seen the lady bring her some skirts to try on and as Tracey opened the curtain and in the mirror I could see she was naked but I could not see him.

I went and looked around for a couple of minutes and then I seen them leave the change room . So I slipped out of the store and sat on the planter outside. They went to the till and payed for some stuff and then they came out together and headed down the mall. As they went by she winked at me. I also noticed Tracey didn’t have a bra on anymore. They walked down to the Secrets store with his hand on her shoulder. Tracey is 5’3″ so with him beside her he looked to be around 6′. He had short blonde hair and looked like was a tennis player or something. I wondered down behind them by a couple of minutes.

I was jealous and horny , I couldn’t believe what was happening. I mean our nice relaxing shopping day has turned into one horny one. Not complaining because I enjoy a good surprise. By the time I got down there they were in the store already. I sat outside on another planter. I could see them in there looking at lingerie. Then they headed to the change room, so I moved to get a better look. I wondered into the store and started to browse. Tracey went into the dressing room and about a minute later she sent me a text of her standing naked in the change room. A few minutes later she sent me a pic of her in a baby doll nightie with no panties. Then I seen her come out and model it for the guy.

I was so fucking horny. She sent a pick of her in a pair of panties and bra. So sexy and then she walked out to show him. I am sure he must have been going crazy. She went back into the room. Then she came out and headed to the cashier. I went back outside and sat on the planter again.

They came out and went next door to the Last Chance place. I watched then go inside with his arm around her. They headed in and I followed as they headed for the dresses. They spent time looking and then picked three dresses and headed to the change room. When they got to the dressing rooms Tracey went in and was followed by him.

All of a sudden my phone buzzes so I answered. She has face timing me, not sure if it was a butt dial or on purpose. I couldn’t see anything at first then I guess she moved and I could see the mirror. There she was standing taking her t shirt off. He then helped her out of her skirt.

He said,, ” Let me help you with those panties and he reached out and pulled them down. ” They hit the floor and she stepped out of them.

She replied, ” Hey why don’t you keep those, if you want. “

She stood in front him and told him to stand up, she then pulled his shorts down and got on her knees, took hold of his cock. I could hardly see what she was doing but her pussy was looking so wet and juicy in the mirror. I could here her slurping so I knew what she was up to. She spent a minute doing him and then stood up and kissed him.

Then she tried the three dresses on and they looked fantastic. All were sexy sundresses one was a slip dress that you could see everything through, a peasant dress with no sleeves and a dress with buttons up the front with spaghetti straps. She then got naked again and walked to him sitting on the bench and bent over and stroked his dick. She bent over to pick something up, he then grabbed her from behind and pulled her to him. He slid his cock into her wet juicy pussy, at the same time he reached around and started massaging her tits. She rode him for a short time and then stood up and said you can’t come in me I don’t want it running down my leg.

She turns around and grabs his cock refahiye escort again and starts sucking like crazy. She deep throats his roughly seven inches. Very shortly after he explodes in her mouth which I didn’t see but heard. I did see her gorgeous wet pussy though.

By now the attendant has returned but I don’t think they knew it.Tracey put her t shirt and skirt on. They came out of the room and the look on the attendant’s face was priceless. They headed to the till, so I headed outside. I got out there and she texted me. ‘ Meet me at Buck’s ‘.

So I headed back to Buck’s and waited for her. About ten minutes later she shows up with a bunch of bags. She came up to me and gave me a big kiss. She said, “Let’s go,” So we left and headed back to the car.

” So what was that , dear? That was a big surprise and a good one. ” I said with a smile.

” Well it was such a turn on. I guess when I went up the escalator, I thought I would give you a treat and bend over but he was behind you and seen my show. He said he had noticed me before but me bending over was what really got his interest. He decided he need to get to know me and didn’t realize I was with you. Then those two guys I was trying to tease stopped to talk and thanked me but they were married and meeting there wives other wise they wanted to go for coffee. Then I talked to you. I got to the L Lemon and started looking at clothes and he started talking to me. He had said he wanted to buy his wife something nice and was looking for help,” She said all giddy.

” So you bought that did you. I wonder how many times that works, ” I laughed.

” Well at first I thought maybe but he did buy something for her. We were looking and I found some stuff to try on so I asked him if he wanted me to try on stuff for him. He said sure so we grabbed the things he liked and headed to the change rooms. Well when we got there the lady asked if my husband wanted to go in with me,” She said nervously.

We got to the car and loaded her bags in the trunk and I am thinking how much did she spend. We will talk about it later I guess, I was thinking.

” Yes I heard that and I was jealous because I would have loved it to have been me, ” I said chuckling.

” So I grabbed his hand and said yes. We got in there and he was flabbergasted and shocked, so I asked him if he wanted to leave. Meanwhile I took my shirt off. He sat there an I took my bra of right in front of his face and handed to him to put in his pocket. I was remembering that by you orders I had to get naked in there. I then got him to take my skirt and panties off. So I was standing naked in front of him and I turned around to pick up a pair of shorts. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue was amazing he sucked on my pussy lips. He reached my nipples started pulling on them and massaging them. Then he grabbed them and squeezed. All of a sudden the lady asked if she could help. So I jumped up and asked her to get me a couple of other things. ” She said with a shy smile.

It was about five and we were almost back to the hotel. Tracey was all giddy and excited.

” I can’t believe how much fun it was. My heart was pounding the whole time. He was very nice and not hard to look at. I got dressed and we came out and I figured we better buy something. Then we went to Secrets and I was so horny it was crazy. I think it was because it was just so unexpected. Anyways we picked out some teddies, a couple of bras and some thongs. I tried on the teddies which I could see you watching and a couple of other guys and that is why I wore no panties. When I came out a couple of guys just nodded and being the Hotwife I am I smiled and said thanks, ” She said laughing.

“We went to the Last Chance place and found three nice dresses. I went to the dressing rooms and he just followed me so I tried to set my phone up for you but have no idea what you seen,” She said.

” I could see pretty much everything in the mirror. When you were blowing him I had an awesome view of your pussy. It was amazing looking at my phone and seeing what was going on in the dressing room. It looks like you took very good care of him, ” I said with a big smile.

” I told him he could take pics but none of my face. So I seen some of them and they are good. The one with my face you can’t tell because I am to busy sucking his cock which was around seven inches because I could swallow the whole thing. It was just a lot of fun also he took a close up of my wet pussy which even made me wetter. He does have my number, so we will see if I hear from him,” She said with that horny look.

By now we are in the parking lot and unloading the car and heading into the hotel. We got back to the room with all of Tracey’s bags.

” So I am afraid to ask, how much was the hit on the credit card, ” I asked?

” None , he said his treat. I guess he had fun because he would not let me pay. He was very kind and he asked what I was up to later. I told him we were going to Rick’s Lounge. He really was a nice guy and I am hoping he stops by the bar. I am hungry though so I think we should go for supper soon.”

” I think we should get cleaned up and have a nap and off we go, maybe have a snack,” I said.

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[Part 2]

Andrea reveals, Elfman faces fears, sisters are disappointed

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Edited by A_Little_Show’s spouse

Please start with Part 1.

Summary so far: Andrea is a witch. She casts her spells by wiggly her clitoris instead of her nose. She’s an unrepentant exhibitionist with a particular kink for masturbating in front of crowds. She has decided to recapture some of the thrills she remembers by vicariously observing Elfman’s tribulations.

Warning: Part 2 contains some mild reluctance and embarrassment

———- ~ ———-

“I believe you!”

“One more time.”

“I believe you,” Elfman repeated.

“Alright, that’s enough for now. I’ve just never heard it before, and the words flow so smoothly into my ears.”

“Can I make some suggestions for new spells?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Like, could you make everyone forget if I did something as outlandish as your performance? What if I robbed a bank? Could you make everyone forget that?”

“Yes, and probably, but I won’t.”

“Won’t which?”

“Help you rob a bank.”

“Why not?”

“Monkey’s Paw.”

“Oh, yah. Right. Well, how do you know you’ll get away with your exhibitionist stunts? What if a spell doesn’t work?”

“That is one of my secret nightmares,” Andrea acknowledged. “I get so worked up though, that I put the possibility out of mind.” She paused. “No, it’s in the back of my mind. It contributes to the thrill. What if I’m caught and embarrassed and humiliated? What if I’m shunned?”

“And – you still do it anyway?”

“I’m kinky like that.” Andrea smiled with a hint of mischief.

“What about covering for me? What if I pull a stunt like you did?”

“Is that you’re thing? Do you want to beat your meat for a crowd?”

“No. My kink runs a different way.”

“Do tell?” Andrea was reminded again of why she liked this boy.

“You’ve probably guessed already.”

Andrea considered. “No, I can’t say I have. Give me a hint.”

Elfman held the thumb and index finger of his right and out for her inspection. I noticed you notice.

“Yah, alright. I was curious. What’s up with the two fingered snake charming?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t notice.”

“Seriously. Notice what? I have no idea where you are going with this.”

“I’m small – alright. You made me say it. I have a small dick.”

“Really?” Andrea asked, “You know, I’ve seen a few. Yours looks pretty ordinary to me.”

“Thanks.” The sarcasm dripped from his lips.

“You’re just tall. That’s all. Your eyes are so far away from it – it probably looks small to you.” Andrea switched to her coy face again.

“Thanks for nothing,” Elfman said. “People have been teasing me about it my whole life.”

“Your whole life? Even as a baby?”

“Don’t tease me. You know what I mean.”

“Listen Elfman, your dick is just not that unusual. Get over yourself. This misplaced concern isn’t nearly as attractive as its subject. I thoroughly enjoyed watching you choke your chicken.”

Silence stretched.

“It’s cute the way you hold it.”

“It’s a constant reminder.” He shrugged. “Let’s change the topic.”

“Wait a minute. You were going to suggest a spell. You don’t want me to make it bigger do you?”

“Don’t change anything about my body!” His words echoed genuine fear.

“That’s more like it!” Andrea smiled again. “What is it then?”

“I…I get turned on a bit. Um.”

“Spit it out big boy! Um what?”

“Like, if people – girls – make fun of it.”

“Oh! I get it. You don’t really think it’s small. You’ve just chosen it as a source of the humiliation you crave.”

“Nobody craves humiliation!”

“I just told you I get an extra thrill from the possibility of it. Believe me. I think I understand.”

“Thanks.” He didn’t sound thankful.

“Tell me again why you think your penis is so humiliating. I mean, it’s not HUGE. Don’t get me wrong. It’s cute in its own way – one of the cutest I’ve seen up close.”

“Cute. Thanks” He still didn’t sound thankful.

“Show it to me again.”

“Right now. You want me to just drop trou for you?”

“Why not? I’ve seen it before. This time, it will be a more clinical observation.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Yes you do.”

“Maybe later.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Andrea’s eyes twinkled. “So what spell do you want then?”

“I want to be more popular – with the girls and the guys. I’ve always been the class nerd. I just want to fit in for a while.”

“Why not just hang out with other nerds? You guys are usually more fun than the muscle brains anyway.”

“When was the last time you saw a lot of girls hanging with the nerd boys?”

“There are nerd girls. I’m one” Andrea poked her own chest. “Nerd-i-licious and proud! You remember. I’m a freak.”

“You’re hotter than fuck. You make my eyes water. You could have anyone.”

“Once again, you say the nicest things.” After a coy tilt of her head, Andrea continued, “I’m not all that special really. There are lots of girls hotter than me on this campus. It’s tavşanlı escort the freaky kinkster part of me that’s got you so infatuated – you aren’t objective right now.”

Elfman’s look said he didn’t agree, but he held his tongue.

“It’s later.”

“Later than what,” Elfman retorted.

“You said you’d show me your teeny weeny later. It’s later.”

“It’s not later enough.”

“You know, I could just strip you and then tweak the universe so you don’t remember.”

“You couldn’t. I’m bigger and stronger. Plus, I’m getting to know you. I don’t think you’re the type – ‘Miss I-won’t-rob-a-bank’.” He stuck out his tongue to accentuate air quotes.

“So, quit changing the topic. What spell do you really want?”

“I told you. I want the girls to want me.”

“I’m not enough for you?” Andrea mustered her maximum coquette face for Elfman’s appraisal.

“You look like your face is going to break.”

“Yah. That one doesn’t feel right to me. How about,” Andrea gave him the evil dominatrix glare.

Elfman stepped back a pace. “No. The other was better.”

“But this one feels much more genuine!”

“No. please.”

Andrea let her normal resting witch face take the front of the stage. “You don’t want all the girls to want you. You’d get tired of it within a week.”

“Why not? You want all the guys to want YOU.”

“The girls too,” she winked.

“Exactly my point.”

“You see, I don’t want relationships with those people. I just like knowing they’d cut off their dicks if it meant I’d let them screw me first.”

“That’s a bit harsh!”

“You’re right. I don’t mean it. I just feels so good to feel desired.”

“Yes.”

“But you like humiliation.”

“My fantasies may be about humiliation, but that doesn’t mean I want it in real life.”

“Even if you get a do over after? Hmmm, Let me consider that a while.”

“Please don’t do anything I’ll regret.”

“Don’t worry. If it doesn’t work out, you won’t remember a thing.”

“Stop saying that. It’s scary.”

“It’s still time.”

“Time for what!”

“It’s later. You promised to show me your dick.”

“Fine! Make fun of it all you want. Then never mention it again!” Elfman unbelted his jeans and shoved them down along with his white briefs.

Andrea studied the subject. “I can’t tell anything when it’s floppy. Make it bigger.”

“That’s the problem!”

“Don’t snap at me. Make it erect. Flaccid size means nothing.”

“It doesn’t jump to attention at command.”

“Sure it does!” Andrea unbuttoned her black jeans vest. When it opened, she traced circles over her nipples with her fingers while the nipples grew more prominent under the silky shirt. Then, she jiggled her unbound breasts. The side to side motion tickled them under the soft shiny fabric. After waiting a moment, Andrea pouted. “No? That’s not enough?”

Before Elfman could answer, she stripped the pajama shirt over her head and jiggled her breasts topless. “That’s better.” She smiled. “Stroke it a few times to make sure it doesn’t get even bigger.”

Elfman begrudgingly masturbated for his audience. In his heart, he wanted to do it. Jerking for her was a thrill. Anticipating her ridicule was also a thrill. “What, that’s it?” he imagined her asking.

“Why do you only use two fingers? I’ve never seen that before.”

In a huff, Elfman answered, “because it’s too small for me to wrap my whole hand around it!”

“Show me.”

Sure enough, when he made a fist around his weiner, it completely disappeared from view.

“Ahhh! I get it now.”

“What?”

“Your dork isn’t so small – you dork. Your hands are gigantic!”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Think what you want. Check it out sometime. Compare your hands to other people instead of comparing your penis.”

“Maybe,” he begrudged.

“Now finish what you started. I’ll let you spew on my breasts.” She thrust her chest out in an exaggerated pose. “Let me have it.”

———- ~ ———-

In the after glow, with his head in Andrea’s lap, she twisted locks of his hair absentmindedly. Her bare breasts swayed above his forehead with her breathing, and he couldn’t stop looking. It was hypnotizing.

“I do like it when you look at me like that.” Andrea smiled the rare but impressive Cheshire Cat version. “You may have insipid me to cast a spell or two.”

“Please no. Don’t change anything about me.”

“Keep saying that. It’s very attractive.” She pulled his hair that had been forgotten in her grasp.

“There’s something else,” Elfman said. “Now that you know, you should stop calling me Elfman. It hurts my feelings.”

“What?” Andrea yanked her wondering mind into the small confines of reality.

“You said it isn’t small. How can I believe you if you keep calling me Elfman?”

“It’s not your name?”

“You really don’t know me very well,” Elfman complained. He made movements to stand up, but she gently persuaded his head back into her lap.

“It’s a nickname that goes back to junior high. I haven’t been tekirdağ escort able to escape it even by traveling to a different state.”

“Damn. It has stuck! I’ve never heard anyone call you anything but Elfman.”

“My name is…”

Andrea covered his mouth with her hand. “Don’t tell me. I love your name. Own it with pride! You’ll always be Elfman to me.”

“Great.” He sighed.

“Go get us some dinner. I have some witchcraft to do.”

“I thought you needed an audience for that.”

“Need? – no. Want? – often.”

“I’d rather stay for the show.”

“Hurry, and I might not be finished yet when you return.”

“Fine.” The scolded dog face melted Andrea’s heart. “Aww,” she thought. “He wants to watch.” Her lips turned up the the Cheshire Cat expression she hadn’t use so often in forever. “I like it when he watches,” her inner voice confirmed.

———- ~ ———-

Andrea was in the shower when Elfman returned. He had two bags of “Five-Guys” and a 2 liter bottle of ginger ale. “She doesn’t lock her door”, he mused. “Well, she don’t close her drapes either.” She had a light on in the bathroom as dusk approached outside. If people weren’t already watching her, they would be when the light turned her room into a stage for the audience on the sidewalk.

He stood and watched her rinse her hair. She winked at him.

“I planned to be done already. Things went longer than usual, and then I was all sweaty.”

Elfman groaned. “Should I be frightened?”

“I told you. If things go wrong you’ll never know. You’ve got nothing to loose.”

“That isn’t some crack about my penis is it?”

“Never!” She pouted.

Elfman retreated from her bathroom and closed the curtains. “She may be the star of her own show, but I don’t want to join the cast,” he muttered to himself.

When Andrea eventually relinquished the shower, she walked naked into her room and frowned at the closed curtains. “You’re no fun,” she pouted.

“You’re not embarrassed at all?”

“If they don’t want to see a sexy naked coed, they shouldn’t be looking in the windows of sexy naked coeds. It’s all on them.”

“Yah, but?”

“I wasn’t always so cavalier,” Andrea confessed. She didn’t know why she confided so much in Elfman. He was certainly fodder for her ongoing fantasies, but why was she bringing him into her inner life? She decided it must be because she finally had a believer and could discuss subjects nobody else could handle.

“What changed you?”

“I don’t know that I really changed,” She flopped naked onto her bed above the covers after a cursory attempt to finish drying herself. “Maybe I changed the world so slowly that I didn’t notice where it was going, and here we are.”

“Is that how you see it? You don’t change, but the world changes to suite you?”

“More or less,” she shrugged.

“How do you know you aren’t turning back time when you create a universe where nobody remembers your escapades?”

“I’ve tried, once or twice. Some things can’t be undone. Maybe people don’t remember, but they happened.”

Silence reigned for a time.

“See,” she finally said. She pointed to a faint but long scar running from her wrist most of the way to her elbow. “I wouldn’t have this scar if I could undo the past.”

“What happened?”

“I was an overly dramatic girl who wore her emotions on her sleeve. That little girl tried to cut away those emotions, and I’m what’s left.”

“You tried to kill yourself?”

“Maybe. I don’t think I really wanted to die, but I would have rather died than remain invisible.”

“I can’t believe you have ever been invisible… unless… a spell?”

“No spell. I suppose we each design her own hell. For a teenager with raging hormones desperate to exhibit herself, hell took the form of invisibility. Nobody noticed me. I might as well have never been there.”

“I can’t even imagine.”

“See. That’s why I like you. Sometimes you say the right thing.”

“Sorry,” he said, but he smiled with pride. Faking a cough, he scratched out, “Huh, huh. She likes me!” in the same way school kids cough the word “bullshit.”

“What changed in the world that you didn’t see? Would you undo it if you could?”

“Never.” She looked at her ceiling and pretended to consider what to say when in reality, she only considered whether to say it – to him. Eventually, she tired, “Who knows why I am the way I am? I don’t want to be anything else anymore. That’s what changed: acceptance.”

“Acceptance of what?”

“I changed the things I can change. I accept the things I cannot change, and I strive for the wisdom to know the difference.”

“Very wise.”

“Hah. I read it in a fortune cooky.”

“I know that prayer. Is a witch religious?”

“Oh yes! I know the universe first hand. You may call her God if you want. Fate is more accurate, I think. I am DEFINITELY her daughter.”

“Wow.” Elfman digested that revelation.

“Anyway, Exhibitionism is a drug you can become habituated too. I crave bigger and bigger hits. There was a time tepebaşı escort when hearing my name spoken by a cute boy could twist the knobs of my libido. There was a time when I accidentally on purpose let a boy look down my shirt. It was nearly orgasmic. If he had shown any interest in what he saw, I probably would have squirted right there.” Andrea laughed.

“It seems like a long road from being excited to hear your name to masturbating for an audience of hundreds – half of them recording the stunt.”

“Trust me. I’ve walked every mile of that road. It has been lonely at times.”

“You can’t escalate much more can you? What are you going to do to top the lawn party?”

“Ah, but now I’ve got you. I’m starting to see how living vicariously through you can be almost as much fun.”

“You’re scaring me again.”

“Bwahahaaa. You should be scared little minion.”

Elfman shivered.

Andrea stood on her bed, flung open the curtains, faced the sidewalk, and shouted through the glass window, “AWSOME COSMIC POWERS! ITTY BITTY PUSSY.” Then she turned her back to the window and jumped up and down with arms spread like Rocky Balboa at the top of the Philadelphia library steps. “Kiss me,” she demanded and launched herself like a crowd surfer with a crowd of one.

Elfman collapsed under the onslaught, and they both rolled to the floor giggling.

———- ~ ———-

Elfman was walking home from his last class of the day when a woman stepped in front of him. Her name was Litia or Lilith – he struggled to remember. “Hey, Elfman,” she said.

“Yah?” He took a step back.

“Do you remember me? I hope you remember me?”

“Ah, Lilith,” he guessed?

“Close enough. It’s Livonia.”

“Right.” Elfman took another step back.

“So, we – I mean I, was wondering if you’d come to dinner at our house, Alpha Delta Pi?”

“Why me? Is this some kind of joke?”

“It’s kind of a dare. The other girls dared me to bring you.”

“No thanks.” Another step placed even more air between them.

“Please.” She pouted. “I’ve got a lot of pride tied up in your answer. I said I knew you. I said you’d come if I asked.”

“Why me?”

“You know why,” Livonia blushed.

“What does that mean?”

“I promise, you’ll have a good time.”

“No thanks.”

“Oh, please?”

“I tell you what,” Elfman hedged. “Instead of me coming to your house, why don’t you come back to my dorm with me. “Then you can tell all the girls about it.”

“I don’t know?” Livonia vacillated. “They might not believe me.”

“Well, call them up and tell them. I’ll stand next to you so they can all see.”

“OK.” She seemed disappointed.

After a moment, Elfman stepped into the frame of Livonia’s selfie.

“Hey everybody. I told you I knew him!”

Elfman waved.

“He wants me to go to his room with him. Isn’t that right?” She pushed the camera in his face.

“Sure thing,” he stammered. All the while he thought, “WTF WTF WTF WTF…”

“Can’t we come too?” someone on the phone asked with a whimper.

“I’m sure he won’t mind!” Livonia closed the video chat.

“Listen, Livonia, I know this is some kind of put-on. Why don’t we just skip to the punch line?”

“OK – so we were talking – my sisters and me about – well, about some of the notches on our bed posts – well, and your name came up.”

“Why’s that?”

“You know why!” Livonia blushed again.

“Tell me.”

“You’re the unicorn. You’re the white lion. You’re the un-getable get.”

“You’re all into nerds, huh.”

“Exactly!” She looked at her feet in stiletto heals. “And some of the girls want a little nerd in – them.” Livonia blushed from cheeks to sternum.

“OK. That’s it. I’m out!” Elfman turned to leave.

“You promised! You told all the girls. Don’t back out now!”

“Why do you want nerds?”

“That’s a stupid question, duh!”

“Tell me.”

“It’s like that stupid 80s movie, right? The one where the sorority girls realize nerds make the best, um, ah, lovers?”

“‘Revenge of the Nerds’? Is that the movie? I don’t think you got the plot exactly right.”

“We – I – just want to know if it’s true.”

“It isn’t. I’m going now.”

“Please! Why not try? You don’t have a girlfriend do you? It isn’t Meghan! Who is it?”

Elfman considered naming Andrea, but he really didn’t want this drama playing out for her eyes. “No girlfriend.” He stammered.

“I promise you’ll have a good time.” Livonia winked.

Elfman didn’t exactly consent, but he had been retreating toward his dorm and decided to call her bluff – at least for a little while. When the pair arrived at his room, a couple of pretty girls were ushering Elfman’s roommate away down the hall. Two other girls blocked his open door.

“Here his is girls!” Livonia announced.

“I’m so excited!” One of the girls bounced on the balls of her feet. The other said, “I’ll never doubt you again,” to Livonia.

“Take his clothes off,” the bouncer suggested.

“Woah!” Elfman put up his hands, but two girls tackled him into his room. Two others entered right behind them. They wrestled him to the floor while he fought them to keep his pants on. He didn’t want to hurt them, but he was starting to panic.

In seconds, his jeans bunched around his ankles, and feminine hands pawed at his briefs.

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* * * * *

The third sun was finally making its retreat, the lights in the Moonward Isle skysailors’ lounge rose to compensate, and, for Captain Xanthe Simeon, the night had finally begun in earnest. No messages by alldusk meant no change to her schedule — the Devil’s Advocate would set sail tomorrow as planned, and, until then, her time was her own.

First, time to let her hair down, yanking the tie loose and turning a semi-businesslike ponytail into a bouncy shock of fuchsia; the dye job was starting to fade and expose flashes of her natural brown, but she rather liked the way it looked. A quick shake of her head cleared the stray locks from her hazel eyes. Then she fed a half-sylve bit into the auto-bard, queued up a few old favourites, and called out for a spiced cocoa. It was ready by the time she reached the bar, and Gregory slid it across the counter with a smile. As a longtime patron, Xanthe’s first drink every night was free. As Gregory’s former crewmate and occasional bunkmate, so was her second.

The lounge was quiet tonight. Xanthe’s crew were all either on standby aboard the Devil’s Advocate (and probably standing down by now), or running errands elsewhere on the Isle. The dock hadn’t been busy, either, with only two other big ships and the usual gaggle of barges and skiffs, and none of the dozen or so sailors in attendance looked familiar to her. In the absence of exciting-looking company, she took a seat at an empty table between the auto-bard and four red-faced dust-trawlers, having a spirited, confusing argument about clouds. Pointless bickering for its own sake was practically a sport in the dusting business, and Xanthe was a keen spectator. It was best not to stare, but she could listen in and chuckle into her cocoa at the highlights.

“Look, you can’t argue with it,” said one. “If altostratus don’t have veins, then what were up with that thick altostratus bastard we flew through two days ago?”

“That was a cirrostratus, you muppet!” countered another.

“Didn’t feel very cirro,” grunted a third. “Where were the wisps?”

“Instruments said…” began the second trawler.

“Where were the fucking wisps, Julian?” bellowed the third.

Xanthe tried to stifle a laugh, but she doubted they’d hear it anyway over the general uproar that followed. To her disappointment, it died down fairly quickly as the fourth trawler, who was either in charge or just louder than the rest, imposed some sort of order.

And then, to her delight, someone saw the social machinery that was keeping these four from arguing, and casually tossed a wrench into it.

Heavy footfalls approached the table behind her. “Evening, gents.”

Xanthe pulled the compass from her pocket and pretended to check her reflection in its shiny silver case, angling it to get a good look at the newcomer. She caught his middle first: a battered serpentskin overcoat, reinforced with iridescent chitin plates, hung confidently from a thick, powerful torso.

“Couldn’t help but overhear your discussion, and, well, I’m no expert, but I’ve done my time in the skies…”

Xanthe tilted the compass back just a little and finally got a look at the man’s face. He was pretty. Oh dear, he was very pretty indeed. Perhaps a few years on her twenty-nine, and pleasingly weathered by it. His crew cut flattered him, the thick, dark beard couldn’t conceal a strong, stony jawline, and his terracotta skin had a faint bluish undertone that suggested a pinch of orc in his genetics. And he was smiling, an utterly shameless grin that screamed “I’m about to cause problems”.

“You sure you’re dealing with stratus there? ‘Cause I’ve been through some altocumulus that are bloody riddled with dust.”

Then he looked directly at the compass, and, for just a moment, Xanthe could’ve sworn she saw him wink at her.

“Just a thought,” he said. “Have a good evening.”

He was striding back towards the bar before they could reply, and one of the trawlers ventured, “Actually, I bet it was altocumulus. Hard to tell at that –“

“Marion, if you say ‘at that altitude’ one more time,” snarled Julian.

“Nah, nah, he has a point,” said the one who’d been a mediator before. “Youse never been stuck in an alto-C before? Those ripples?”

“There were no godsdamn pissing ripples!”

That would probably have set Xanthe off laughing again, but she’d tuned out a little, because the stranger who’d reignited the argument was making a beeline for her table, drink in hand.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, hand planted on the back of the chair opposite her. “Slow night, wouldn’t mind talking to someone other than the wall.”

Xanthe nodded. “Faster night now,” she said. “That was bad.”

“In my defence, it was also very funny,” said the stranger, settling into his seat. He was bigger than she’d realised, even sitting down — he probably had a good half foot on her. He extended a big, solid hand across the table. “Galva.”

“Xanthe.”

His ünye escort handshake was iron-firm. “You been here long?” he said.

“Few days,” said Xanthe. “My employer’s been having some pirate trouble, so I’ve been on call to divert. Looks like a quiet one this time, though.”

Galva scratched his beard. “Didn’t have you pegged as a company woman.”

“Nor me,” admitted Xanthe, “but my girl took some knocks and we needed a sponsor. Contract’s up in a few weeks, though.”

Galva winced. “Big repair bill?”

“Pretty,” said Xanthe. “The Devil’s Advocate’s a tough old bitch, but when she fails, she fails.”

Galva’s eyes widened. “That’s your ship? That big red hybrid with the claw sails?”

“Oh yes. Six years and counting under my watch.” Xanthe smiled proudly. “Sorry, she’s not for sale.”

“Fuck, no, she’s way beyond my means,” said Galva quickly. “But I just thought… gods, she’s gorgeous. Tough, sharp, just a little bit dangerous.”

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” said Xanthe.

“Yeah,” said Galva, “and her ship looks pretty good, too.”

Xanthe had the following thoughts, in no particular order:

I should have seen that coming.

Uh-oh. I’m definitely going to end up making out with him. At minimum.

Change the subject, quick, before he sees you’re flustered!

It was too late for that, alas; her pale cheeks flushed a crimson almost as deep as her flight jacket, and she fidgeted a little as she cleared her throat. His wry little smile didn’t waver. “What’s your line, then?” she managed to ask. “That’s a nice coat you have there. Bounty hunter?”

“No! Fuck, no,” said Galva, recoiling in feigned offence. “This is an heirloom. I’m just a trader. Small-time, not your calibre — it’s just me and my little brother.”

“What’re you hauling?”

“Oh, y’know, light goods,” Galva shrugged. “Construction gear, small-batch minerals, nothing too heavy. I take whatever I’m given.”

Xanthe nodded. “Right,” she said. “And what are you actually hauling?”

Galva scoffed, then leaned in closer. “Depends. Are you an inspector? You have to tell me if you’re an inspector.”

“That depends,” Xanthe said, leaning in to match him. “Are you a dirty fucking smuggler, Mr Galva?” In truth, they both knew that any Barony inspector who made it as far as the Moonward Isle was either hopelessly lost or hopelessly crooked. It wasn’t exactly a free haven — the mayor had a few standards — but, for anything short of actual piracy, the port authorities tended to have bad eyesight and worse memories.

They stayed close for a brief, charged moment, then Galva laughed and threw himself back into his chair, with enough force that Xanthe heard the wood creaking. “Alright, you got me, Captain,” he said. “I’m a dirty fucking smuggler. Guilty as charged.”

“And the coat?” probed Xanthe.

“Nah,” said Galva, “that’s legit. And pretty useful. When the locals think you might be a merchant prince slumming it, they don’t ask so many questions.”

“Well, then.” Xanthe drank up the last of her cocoa. “I think that concludes my investigation. Oh, but — just one more thing.”

“Hm?” Galva raised an eyebrow.

“What are you drinking tonight, lowlife?”

The titan opposite Xanthe eyed his glass warily. “Something harder than this,” he said. “What do you recommend here?”

Xanthe pursed her lips. “I know just the thing.”

* * * * *

The lounge was even quieter now. The trawlers had finally agreed to disagree and shambled back to their barge for the night, and even Zach and Monisha, who came here every night to play cards and seemingly never did any actual sailing, had retired early. There were four people left: Gregory the bartender, a surly satyr in the corner nursing his fifth glass of persimmon wine, and two sailors, perfect strangers to each other, who’d been talking uninterrupted for the last hour and a half.

“Sweet mercy,” rumbled Galva, setting down his mug. “And you drink this for fun, do you? It’s not some weird ascetic thing?”

Xanthe laughed, and this time she didn’t mind flushing a little. As it turned out, Galva, despite his size and manner, was something of a lightweight, and it was adorable.

“It’s only a flaming apple,” she teased. “I bet you’ve had far stronger belowdecks on the… what’d you call it again?”

“The You Shall Know Us Only By The Spaces We Leave When We Depart,” said Galva, wagging a finger like an overenthusiastic teacher.

“Yeah. On there. You’ve hidden stronger stuff than this under the floorboards.”

“Partaking of the goods,” said Galva, “doesn’t get you many repeat customers.”

Partake of my goods, Galva, said Xanthe’s brain, which she quickly squashed down. “I never got an answer, by the way,” she said. “What are you carrying?”

Galva laughed, a deep, warm laugh that she wanted to dive into like a swimming pool. “I’m off to the Biarchy,” he said, “with forty dozen copies of a book they’ve just banned. The Vice of Saint Alexandra.”

“Ooh,” şanlıurfa escort said Xanthe. “Heretical?”

“Most heretical book in a generation, says the archpontiff.”

Xanthe wolf-whistled. “Save me a copy, won’t you? I love a little apostasy.”

“I don’t think most of ’em will be reading it for the theology,” smirked Galva. “Saint Alexandra had a fair few vices, it seems.”

“How many of them involved her getting her tits out?”

Galva thought for a moment, then said, “Three quarters or so.”

“Illustrated, this book?”

“Lavishly.”

“So it seems to me,” said Xanthe, “that what you’re actually hauling is, in fact, pornography.”

“One man’s pornography…” Galva began.

“You’re slippery,” said Xanthe, reaching across the table to prod Galva in the chest. He felt good to poke. Nice bit of yield. “You’re a trader, then you’re a smuggler. It’s theology, then it’s porn. Slippery like a serpentskin coat.”

Galva held firm, giving her a sleepy, even smile. “Serpents are pretty dry, actually,” he remarked. “No slime, they just…” He pantomimed a vague wavy motion with his hands, but broke into a giggling fit at his own attempt before he could finish.

“Fine. Then you’re slippery like… something else,” said Xanthe, calculating the pause carefully for maximum suggestive tension. She settled back into her seat and folded her arms. “Am I ever getting a straight answer out of you?”

“No idea what you mean, Captain,” Galva said, eyes meeting hers. “I’ve been perfectly clear.”

“In some respects,” said Xanthe. “If I had any doubt you were coming onto me, you’ve certainly put that to rest.”

“Good,” said Galva, quirking an eyebrow. “Is it working?”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” said Xanthe.

“True enough,” said Galva. “Hey, when did you say you were shipping out again?”

Xanthe grimaced. “Tomorrow,” she said. “By noon, if all goes well, which it probably won’t.”

“Such is life,” huffed Galva, leaning back again. He was even prettier all stretched out like that. On display, almost. Xanthe had to restrain herself from actually licking her lips, but the sentiment was probably still clear on her face.

There was a brief, charged silence.

“Why’d you ask?” said Xanthe.

“Well,” said Galva, “I wanted to know how long we had left. Y’know, to keep doing this.”

“This as opposed to…” Xanthe trailed off, instead pulling her chair in as far as she could and stretching herself out across the table.

Galva spread his hands evenly as he came in to meet her. “You tell me.”

Xanthe reached forward and traced a fingertip along the outline of his beard. “Slippery,” she said.

Their first attempt to kiss was cut short as they both tilted their heads the same way, bouncing back and giggling, but the second more than made up for it. He wasn’t as good a kisser as her — she was a true master, confirmed by many testimonials from her friends and lovers — but fuck, he was good enough. His beard tickled just the right amount, and he was good with his tongue, not too passive, not too aggressive.

“You can do that again,” said Galva, a little awed, when they broke apart. So Xanthe did. The second time was hungrier, a kiss that carried powerful, reflected intent, and his hand was in her bright hair within moments, holding her close. Not gripping or grabbing, mind — holding.

He’d done this before, she could tell. Meet a pretty stranger, slip into her attention and make her skin prickle with want, let her do the same to him. Practised. Seasoned. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere, including the beginnings of a twitch in her breeches — down, girl, she thought, you’ll get yours. Then her head drifted to whether Galva might be having similar stirrings, and that really got her heart jumping.

It was hard to pull back, and Galva looked almost disappointed when Xanthe did, like he could’ve done this all night and been satisfied. She folded her arms and grinned. “Well?”

“I’m sorry,” said Galva, “but there’s not much room on the You Shall Know Us. My brother has his boyfriend along. But I could get us a…”

Xanthe cut him off. “What’s my name, Galva?”

“Xanthe Simeon,” he said, puzzled.

“My full name.”

Realisation dawned in his eyes. “Captain Xanthe Simeon.”

“You’re damn right I am,” grinned Xanthe. “Care to visit my quarters?”

As they left, she paused to exchange a meaningful glance with Gregory, who nodded and gave her a thumbs up. He knew the meaning well by now: “I’ll pay my tab in the morning.”

* * * * *

The journey back to the Devil’s Advocate was short but unsteady; between the slight buzz of alcohol, the clumsy excitement, and some high winds when they made it outside, they both almost tripped a couple of times on the way. The ship’s service lanterns were lit, but the crew windows on her flank were almost all dark. The crew were probably getting the sleep Xanthe ought to be, she thought, and she hoped she didn’t deprive ürgüp escort them of too much.

Rosa was on night duty, and saluted Xanthe as she approached — Xanthe didn’t run an especially strict ship, especially not for a friend as close as Rosa, but she’d picked up the habit in naval school and never quite shaken it. “Who’s this?” she asked. “You going to bed with him, Cap’n?”

“Galva,” said Galva, giving her a cautious, confused wave.

“Aye,” said Xanthe, grinning from ear to ear.

Rosa lifted her goggles and squinted at Galva, who helpfully stepped a little further into the light. “Nice,” she said at last. “He’s not coming with, though, is he? I’ve only provisioned for the crew.”

Xanthe shook her head. “Man’s got places to be. I’m just first on his list.”

“Good, good. Take care, Cap’n.” The bosun pulled her goggles back down and returned to her gear checks.

“Night, Rosa,” called Xanthe as she led Galva to the stairs.

Xanthe’s cabin was just below the bridge, and deceptively spacious given the Advocate’s sleek hull. She locked the door behind her and threw a switch to ignite the arc-lanterns hanging on the walls, casting a warm, inviting orange glow on the room. It was a mess, even more than the standard ambient disarray that clung to Xanthe wherever she sat down, but the bed was clear, made, and generously sized.

“Forgive the mess,” she said, crouching to unlace her boots and kicking them off into a corner.

“We’ll only make more,” said Galva, following suit.

Xanthe caught Galva between her and the door and kissed him again, this time making a play to get that coat off him. He let it slide off his arms, but caught it before it hit the ground, laying it on the edge of her bed. Off came his suspenders, dangling down at his hips, and the tight grey tunic that had shown off his shape so enticingly; now Xanthe had an unobstructed view, at least from the waist up. He was hairy, with a thick trail of fur starting at his navel and curling down towards… well, it was hard to make out in the half-light, but she’d felt it against her, and she’d liked it.

Just as she was reaching for his belt buckle, though, Galva put a hand on her wrist. “Not fair,” he grunted. “Think it’s my turn.”

That was just fine by Xanthe, and she let him peel her flight jacket off her, and the shirt underneath. Her breastband wasn’t very secure, done up in a hurry, and one tug unravelled the whole thing; Galva stepped back and took a moment to admire her. Her tits were small, subtle, even, but Xanthe liked them on her frame, and Galva, from the flash of hunger in his eyes, seemed to concur.

When he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her breeches, Xanthe laughed and said “hey, what happened to fairness?”, but she didn’t object. They were tight, and took some effort to pry down, but, when she stepped out of them and the underwear that had come away with them, Galva finally had her naked.

Her cock twitched a little, not quite fully hard but definitely full and excited. Galva looked down and smiled nervously. “Do you like to be, um, played with?” he asked. “Sorry, I might be a little unrefined, I’ve never actually…”

Xanthe pressed herself to Galva, took his hand, and stood on her tiptoes so she could whisper right into his ear. “Touch me,” she said, “and listen. You’ll work it out.”

Galva planted a hand just below her breasts and gave her a gentle push. It wasn’t enough to knock her over, but she pretended it was, falling back theatrically onto the bed. He followed, and she slipped naturally towards him as his thick, strong body dented the mattress.

“Alright,” he said, and kissed her again right as his fingers wrapped around her.

Xanthe’s cock was like her breasts, modest, but it felt even smaller in a hand so much larger than her own. She quickly found that she didn’t mind. True to Galva’s word, it took a little while for him to get the motion right. At first he tried to stroke it as he would his own cock, and found limited success, but he adapted quickly to her texture and slight softness, and soon enough he had her sighing into his mouth, voicing each breath a little more than the last as he found a rhythm she liked. It was a little slower than she’d be on her own, but she was always in such a hurry. Galva made her take her time, and she was loving it.

His grip was careful but firm, and, when he spat into his hand and rubbed that in to ease his stroke, Xanthe was shivering against him. She was starting to tense up, ready and eager to cum, and Galva could tell.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” Xanthe whimpered. “But, fair — ah — fair warning, I’m going to…”

When the almost imperceptible tightening of his grip confirmed that he wanted her to cum for him, she did. Galva hummed with satisfaction as she bucked up into his closed fist, and, as the tremors subsided and he pulled it away, he smiled at how much of a mess she’d made. Her shaft and his palm were both covered in silvery slick, and he brought the latter to his lips to taste her, a sight that made even a tapped-out, post-orgasmic Xanthe bite her lip with excitement.

“How does it…” she ventured, voice wobbling.

Galva smacked his lips and held out his hand to her. “Interesting. Here, you try.”

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A Ride Along That Turned Sexy

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I am a truck driver and so, well I am on the road, a lot. I am sharing a story from a trip from last month.

A little bit more about me, I am a nice and friendly guy, average looking but have an amazing sexy and deep voice.

So, let’s talk about what happened.

Well I was driving through this beautiful hill side mountain range and out of the blue a girl came on to the road right in front of my truck and with both hands in the air and yelled STOP!!!!!!!!!!!

Me:- “Hey, is everything Ok!!?”

The Girl:- “Yeah, everything is fine, I just needed a lift, would you give me a lift till the top??”

(The girl, is sexy and have like D cups and man that ass wow. She is dressed in black jeans and blue T-shirt with a backpack and blue baseball hat).

Me:- “Yeah, I can but……..”

The Girl:- “Great”

She tried to open the conductor door. It was locked and for a minute I was just lost, when she was trying to open the locked door her milk jugs were bouncing and OMG, wow, I got an instant hard on!!!

The girl:- (Tapping on the window of the door) “Well, open up!!!!”

Me:- “Oh, yes, yes”

She got in with more bounces and especially showing her amazing ass as she tried to get the seatbelt but IT was, Stuck!

Me:-“Ah, let me help you”

I leaned towards her, breathing real heavy and of course accidentally graced her boobs, did I mention her nipples were visible, it looked like she was not wearing a bra.

As I touched the right boob nipple I can see it getting hard.

She ignored it, but

Me:- “I am really sorry, there its unhooked now”

The Girl:- “It’s ok, I have been stranded here for hours and have to remove my bra due to the heat”

I started blushing

The Girl:- “Oh, are you blushing!”””

Me:- ” No, no it’s just the Sun.”

I pushed the truck to life and started as quickly as possible. After a while she pulled put some snacks and we started talking.

The Girl:- “So, you were mad, with the way I stopped you?”

Me:- “Well, mad is a strong word, I was glad that I was able to stop in time, and I feel bad that you had to do something like that, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you really do it?

The Girl:- “Well, I was pretty mad at myself because, I trusted the wrong guy and well, (her eyes got numb and watery and her voice just became heavy)

Me:- “Hey, it’s ok, you don’t have to share, I can feel its fresh and hard”

The Girl:- “Oh, you are a Man right, got a dick? and you can feel?? Well, that’s a first, because the one who claims to be The Man, with a 3 inch dick just dumped me on the side of the road because I wanted to play my music in HIS car!!!!.”

Me:- “Hey, I know it’s hard right now, but yeah I feel amasya escort your pain, here have some water”.

As she tried to drink some water through the bottle a perfectly timed bump came on the, and yes, it spilled over, and oh, oh oh, her blue T-shirt, now almost black, sticking to her Full D-Cup boobs, mmmmmmmmamamaahahahhahaha.

I was trying very hard to look on the road and drive. She ignored it completely and she even spilled more water saying, hmmm yes now it feels better.

(Oh I forgot to mention I don’t have an Air Conditioner in the truck, just fans)

She started to pull her T-shirt up and down like a fan trying to make it dry and one time pulled it a bit higher and then, I saw her perfect round right boob and Oh Man it was looking so soft and the her complexion colour, just like her face, was slightly brown.

Did I mention she is a Latina. Oh yes I did, yup she is.

Well, the road became a bit tricky as it was a steep hill ride and I was climbing so had to pay attention to the road. but I am pretty sure she saw my boner and pressed her lower lip.

The Girl:- “Well, I am really tired so I am going to take a nap, Ok?”

Me:- “Yeah sure, should I wake you up as we reach the top??”

The Girl:- “Yeah”

Me:- “Ok”

She fell asleep quickly and well, my full attention was on the road.The side/conductor seat is pretty cosy and one can sleep nicely.She became comfortable and put her legs up and almost laid flat on the seat.

After a while she shifted and put her legs towards the door and her head towards…… Me.

Her head was almost touching my thighs. My attention was on the road and the curves were many and some of them were pretty sharp.

I didn’t notice but after a while she pushed her head on my thigh and she practically came in my lap.My boner started coming back, and kind of served as a pillow for her.

She was sound sleep as she started snoring pretty soon.I was so turned on by now, but have to reach my destination in time.

So, I pushed it aside and drove.

I made it 30 mins before ETA at my destination.

As I stopped the truck, she stirred a little but didn’t wake up.

I parked the truck backwards in the bay area and the unloading was done fast the payment was done on the app and luckily, no one came to my cabin, just in case I have covered her with a soft bed sheet I carry to sleep in, so no camera problems either.

Well, I was at the top and she said to wake her up, but!!!

You know, I can’t, well not just yet anyway.

So, I pulled up on the side of this big hotel/restaurant parking which was my usual stop. And……..

Locked the doors. Then oh boy thinking about it again is giving anadolu yakası escort me a hard on……

So, I just looked at her for a few minutes and promised myself and I will just touch her and if she makes even a slight movement ill stop..

Yes, yes, yes and yes.

So, well, I pushed her few hairs which were coming to her face, away. (I kept the fan on)

I felt her beautiful golden brown Latina skin, it is so soft. Umahhhhhh.

I placed a kiss on her forehead.

No, no, I can’t do this, she is so sweet and innocent, and yet she is lying on my lap fully feeling my Bonner????

So, I slowly, put my hand on her right boob, and squeezed a little. She didn’t move a muscle, her breathing was just the same as before.

My dick became more hard and started doing pushups with her head…….

I slowly pulled her T-shirt up, slowly,slowly, slowly.

Her boobs coming out making my heart beat so fast as it might come out of chest.

I stopped before almost revealing the natures most beautiful flowers, to take some deep breaths and get my breathing in control. You see, I am a descent guy and although I have satisfied many women, but have never done anything like this before, so yeah, this was my first time doing something like this.

So, after a few minutes, I started pulling again and I was folding it slowly too, as she was laying on her back, so couldn’t pull it all the way up. But, I got her boobs fully revealed, and ohhhhhh ohhhh ahhhh ummm, oh my God, they are amazing.

I just kept looking at them for almost a full minute, then I slowly, very slowly, touched and pinched just her right nipple, she let put a deep breath but didn’t turn or anything, so I kept going.

I bend down and put her nipple in my mouth and started sucking it so softly Oh, ummmu yeahhh, slppppsllslshdgh.

I shifted a little so that I can play with both her boobs and slowly put her head on the seat with a cushion.

Then I was fully on to them, sucking squeezing fondling, everything. At that point, I wanted her to wake up and start sucking my dick which was in fact touching her face, but she didn’t move.

As, I was so close to her heart, I listened to it, and her heart beat was fast and hard. She was awake!!! and she was enjoying it.!!! That excited me more.

I opened up her pants and wow, no panty either, may be that was due to heat too, but hang on why are there so many tissues on her pussy, and the tissues from my glove box????

I pulled one out and such strong fragrance of Pre-Cum, Oh Man, she was dripping wet.

Well, that pulled all my stops. I took out all the tissue papers and bend down and just started licking her so wet, hairy and amazing anamur escort pussy.

She tried to resist her moans for a while, but when I do my tongue twister, the waterfall is coming, no girl can hold back her moans.

She came so hard, her cum squirt splashed on to the door. Ohhhhhhhhh, so great, I didn’t stop. I need to make her cum again.

She was fully awake now and and enjoying every moment of it, she unzipped my pants and took out my throbbing 9″ hard dick and started sucking it, Ohhhhhhj yeahhhhhhh, ohhh yesssssss, she is amazing, she sucked my dick fully in her mouth, It rubbed against her throat, I started fucking her mouth, thrusting my huge bulge in and put of her throat.

On her pussy, My two fingers were inside her and Man the pussy is tight, no wonder she was so upset with her boyfriend.

I knew she was going to cum double hard and her squirt is going to splash my truck door as it was washed through a power wash.

My, fingers were going in and out of her dripping pussy, like a 15000Watt jack hammer, drilling away the most hard concrete.

And as I felt she was really close, I stared nibbling on her pussy lips with my lips and tongue and started tapping her pussy fast and hard with first three fingers of my right hand.

5–4–3—2——–1——Blast offfffffff.

Ohhhh ahhhhhahahahahahhaha yes yes, she grabbed my ass and pushed her nails in(They were not too big, but it still hurt in a good way)

I bent down and started drinking her cum fountain. My whole face and beard got drenched in it, I kept on going and after a few seconds…………. I felt her going on my dick, hardddddddd but slow.

She was sucking it so hard, I know she wants me to cum, but…….

I pull up and look at her sucking on my dick so hard, and say.

“I haven’t cum for almost a month, it’s going to be a lot, are you sure you want it in your mouth right here???”

She didn’t take the dick out and just nodded and took my hands and put them on her boobs, oh man oh yes yes yes. ahhhhhhh ohhhh ahhhhhh, I am gonna cum I am gonnaaaaaaaaaa cumm..mmmmmm… I ammmmmm Ahhhhhhhh Cummingggggggggg Ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh, ah ah ah ummmmmmmma ahhhhhhhhh.

She gagged a little but didn’t stop and swallowed every bit, OH My God, she is a goddess yes yes she is.

She sat back up and pulled me close, and said, ” I want you inside me, and only when, I say, you pull your dick out Ok?

Me:- “Yes, yes of course”

She started kissing me and oh wow her lips are as soft as her boobs, her tongue was making me crazy. I started kissing her with full tongue.

Well, we went to the hotel and we fucked for almost 3 hours. Well, not non-stop, we are not porn stars, but we fucked like for 20 mins then took a nap, then fucked for 15-16 mins then ate some dinner and then fucked again for like 10 mins then took a nap, then did some role play in the bedroom, in the bathroom.

You want to know about the whole 3 hours in detail??

I hope you enjoyed it.

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It had been a bit of a dry spell for Peter although he was not surprised by that, he knew it was coming at some point and his early 60s seemed like as good a time as any to take stock and focus on what was important to him. He was retired and had an adequate income from his pension, enough to live on anyway even if he could no longer just disappear on holiday on a whim as often as he wanted.

This was one of those rare occasions. He had spent the last few days wandering aimlessly around town, doing some window shopping, watching the buskers in the market square and resisting the pull of the Amsterdam coffee shops. He was getting a bit old for that he kept telling himself without a lot of conviction.

It had been a spur of the moment trip now that countries were opening up again as the powers that be decided that the pandemic was over – a decision made mostly because of the need for tourist revenue rather than based on medical advice he believed. So he still took care in crowded places.

He found himself a quiet spot in Sarphatipark where he could plan his return home tomorrow, to work out what to do between checking out of his hotel and getting to Schiphol but that only took him a few moments so he sat quietly watching the passersby and trying to imagine different aspects of their lives – that young couple holding hands but looking miserable, a young woman with two small children in tow whose expression flitted between harried and happy as the kids kept her entertained.

He was watching two businessmen in suits sitting so close to each other on a nearby bench that they seemed to be flirting with each other when a flash of blue caught his eye. It belonged to a young woman striding purposefully through the park talking in an animated fashion into her phone. She came closer, her bright blue hair drawing attention to herself. She was so slight, dressed only in a white top with plenty of sideboob on show and a short skirt sitting precariously on her hips showing off the waistband of her panties.

As she approached she ended her call, looked up at Peter and announced furiously “he is such a wanker” and then, dropping her phone into her bag, burst out laughing. Her full lips and pronounced dimples drawing Peter’s attention away from her prominent nipples poking hard through her skimpy top. She was beautiful, Peter thought to himself as he felt that familiar ache in his balls.

Peter had never been very good at meeting new people, he did not really understand the rules of social interaction so his response was just to smile at her in acknowledgement. He reckoned she must be early 20s and as he was old enough to be her grandfather he did not feel under any pressure to be anything other than just friendly.

‘True, men can be dicks’ he replied eventually as she stood looking at him with what seemed to be curiosity – as if she was wondering ‘what’s a nice man like you doing in a place like this.’

She came closer and sat down next to him her slim legs sticking out in front of her as her skirt rode up her thighs. “Are you a dick?” she asked in an accent that Peter found difficult to place.

He laughed: “I’m sure there are some who might think so,” he replied “but I try not to be.” He was surprised at how at ease he felt in her presence, usually he would clam up as soon as anything resembling a conversation looked like happening.

“Oh good, come buy me a coffee then” she announced as she stood and held her hand out to him. He took her hand, slipped his bag over his shoulder and stood. She did not let go as he stood as he had been expecting but instead she edged herself closer to him so that he could smell her intoxicating essence. “I’m Pixie” she said as she led him down the path towards the exit of the park.

“Peter” he replied as he allowed himself to be led away.

She was so petite he imagined that he could easily pick her up and carry her away so he was impressed at her confidence in the way she trusted him. After all Peter stood a good foot taller than her and he was fairly well built. He was a typical older white male tourist and she was light-skinned black and smelled of cinnamon and coconut. They made a fine pair as they walked the Amsterdam streets.

She chattered away excitedly talking about how much she loved Amsterdam but the men were so disappointing, ‘not real men’ was a phrase he heard more than once, as they walked. They crossed a road and she stopped at one of Amsterdam’s famous coffee shops. “This is my favourite” she said as she led him by the hand through the door “It even does coffee” she laughed.

It was an older coffee shop, lots of wood, posters of musicians on the wall. She led him to an empty table. “Sit here, what coffee do you like?” She asked.

“A flat-white with proper milk” was his response. She looked at him enquiringly before turning and greeting the staff who she clearly knew well.

She went up to the counter where she spent the time waiting for the coffees to be made by checking out the weed selection before choosing something. He took the time to look around, it was bingöl escort pretty much as he had expected, he was clearly the oldest customer they had by quite a long way but the clientele were otherwise a mixed bunch, it was not the stoner lair that he had been expecting.

Pixie returned with a small tray with two coffees, a moist-looking brownie on a small plate and a little plastic pot of weed which she slipped into her tote bag as she sat down. “That’s for later,” she smiled at him. He could have sworn that she winked as she said this.

She cut the brownie into two before asking “are you cool with edibles, the brownies here will make you just so chilled”. Peter nodded although without admitting that it had been a decade or two since he had last indulged.

“So why did you come with me, I’m normally a bit much for many men?” she asked.

“How could I refuse such a beautiful young woman and to be honest I couldn’t really think of any reason not to” he replied sipping at his coffee.

She looked at him intently “You do like girls then, I did wonder if you might be gay, a good looking older man sitting in that park is usually there for other men. I may have rescued you, in that case, especially if you have a habit of going off with anyone who asks. What do you do?” She watched him intently, before she reached into her bag and pulled out large brown-framed glasses and set them on her nose. “Now I can see you properly” she said, “sometimes I forget I need these.”

Peter started to explain how he had retired early as he had become so bored at his office life and how he liked to travel when he could. They chatted easily for a good while as he began to feel a little light headed from the brownie. She tended to turn the conversation towards his love life whenever she could and as his inhibitions began to slip he told her how he had been out of luck since before the pandemic.

She looked shocked “But that’s over two years” she explained “Your balls must be so full” she giggled as the brownie was obviously affecting her too. “We must do something about that, where are you staying?”

She took him by the hand again and gathering up her things and shouting a cheery goodbye to the servers she led him out of the coffee shop and they turned towards Vondelpark and his hotel. She slipped her arm under his as they walked, her body pressed lightly against him as she matched his stride – no mean feat given the difference in their size.

At no point dd Peter check himself and wonder whether this was a good idea, he felt comfortable and at ease in her presence as if he had known her all his life. They went straight up to his hotel room. He fussed about moving his case off the bed where had left it and slipping his shoes off. As he did so she stripped out of her top and skirt and standing in front of him in just her panties she announced that she wanted to shower.

He looked at her standing there, her abs were tight, her pert little titties with hard pointing nipples, her outy belly button, a few wisps of hair escaping her panties. His cock throbbed in anticipation. She turned, wiggled her ass at him, and headed into the bathroom. “Give me five minutes and then join me” she said looking at him over her shoulder.

Peter sat on the bed, the effect of the weed making him a little light-headed still but more importantly he could feel his cock straining against his trousers. He slowly undressed to his boxers before fetching clean towels from the cupboard. He knew it had only been two or three minutes but he couldn’t wait any longer as he slowly pushed the bathroom door open.

Pixie was standing under the shower, her blue wig sitting on the chair next to the sink, her back towards him as she let the water flow over her. She was running her hands over her body as she rinsed the soap from herself. She turned her head to look at him and smiled that huge smile again. He stepped out of his boxers and his cock, now almost fully hard bounced as he kicked them away. She looked down and smiled again.

He stepped into the bath with her as he felt the running water from the shower hit his legs. At this point she turned towards him and he caught his first glimpse of her huge and amazing bush. There was almost as much hair on her pussy as on her head. He gasped ‘Wow, that’s so hot’ he exclaimed. It was the first properly hairy pussy he had seen for probably thirty years.

“Oh good, I am glad you like it” she said as she reached out and grabbed his hard cock, pulling him towards her for a deep and lingering kiss, his cock pressing into her tummy, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. She was so tiny he felt the urge to just pick her up, slide her down onto his shaft and fuck her hard against the shower wall but he resisted. She had been in charge up that point and he liked that so he wanted her to choose how they fucked.

She broke off the kiss and looked up at him. “I’m clean and on the pill so you do not need to worry about anything, feel free to cum where you like but at some point I do want to feel you fill me bingöl escort up with your cum so that it dribbles out and messes up my bush” she said as she sank to her knees the water running off her head and down her body as she took his cock into her mouth.

He felt harder than he had for years, he suspected the weed might be helping with that. She did not stay down for long and after a few moments she got back onto her feet and started lathering his body. She turned him around and reached under his arms as she soaped his chest before reaching down and stroking his cock with her soapy hands as she rubbed her nipples against his back.

“Rinse off now” she suddenly declared “I need to fuck, I am so horny.” Peter laughed at this and took the shower hose from the wall before hosing the soap off her and then himself. He stepped out and grabbed a towel which he held open for her as she stepped out. He wrapped it around her tiny body as he wrapped one around his waist and they both went through into the bedroom.

She towelled herself dry before throwing the wet towel onto a chair, she jumped excitedly onto the bed. She was such a tiny ball of energy he wondered how he would be able to keep up with her. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, her hairy bush allowing only a glimpse of her wet pussy lips glistening at him. He dried himself and then threw his towel alongside hers. He reached across the bed and grabbed her ankles and gently uncrossing her legs he pulled her towards him, placing her legs over his shoulders as he started to kiss and nibble at her inner thighs.

She lay back muttering “oh what a good man you are” as she arched her back slightly, offering up her pussy to his mouth. They were both too stoned and horny for him to worry about warming her up so he delved right in, her hairs tickling his face as his tongue sought out her lips. She gasped as he found her clit. He pushed his shoulders against her thighs as he reached around with his arms, his hands parting her pussy hair as his tongue found its way up and down her lips, deep into her pussy and up grazing at her clit.

It did not take him long before he felt her spasm and her juices flowed down his chin and her legs tightened against his head, He slowed a little allowing her a little time to work through her first orgasm before he went back in harder this time, his tongue working her clit with no relief as she began to thrash against him. She came again and again before he allowed her some respite.

She lay back panting hard “I was wrong, you are not a good man at all, you are a bad man. Only a bad man knows how to do that” she laughed again. “But now it is my turn to torment.”

Peter climbed onto the bed and lay next to her, catching his breath and wiping her juices from his mouth. She stood up, a little unsteady on the soft bed, before turning and lowering her pussy onto his face, she ground herself onto his mouth for a second before leaning forward and taking his hard cock in her hands, she stroked him briefly before licking a little precum off his tip and the then enveloping his cock between her lips.

He gasped, which only caused her to apply more pressure onto his mouth as his tongue automatically slipped into her pussy. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could. He was not huge, probably a little longer than average but he was thick so she struggled getting him too far down her mouth and he felt her gag once or twice as she tried.

She soon relented and wrapping her long fingers around his cock she started to focus on his tip, licking and sucking, running her tongue around his head and squeezing and stroking his cock as he felt his balls tighten. She sensed how close he was and stroked him harder and faster, resting his cock on her tongue as he felt several years of pent up cum bubbling up inside his balls before shooting the first of many ropes of hot cum down her throat. As he came she took him deep into her mouth again until she was satisfied that she had drained his balls entirely.

They both lay back on the bed panting.

“I’ve cum so much and we haven’t even fucked yet” she giggled at him “but I’m hungry and need food.” After regaining her breath she suddenly jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, returning a second later with her blue hair restored on her head, and her glasses sitting on her cute nose. She sat down at the writing desk and reached into her bag for the weed before she skilfully rolled a joint.

“I know we can’t smoke in here so can we go out and get food, please?”

He looked at her sitting there stark naked in her blue hair and laughed. “I think we will both need the energy, what do you like to eat?”

They agreed on a fish restaurant where she knew the owners and she guaranteed that everything would be fresh for them and both dressed hurriedly. She was right the food was fresh and tasty and she was great company, telling him about her life and how many wigs she owned and how she changed them to match her mood that day. Although they both ate with the urgency of the bismil escort anticipation of what was to follow the meal was relaxed and after less than an hour later Peter found himself crossing a canal bridge heading towards her apartment.

Her room was large, light and airy, in contrast to the dark wood panelling in his hotel. There were pictures, mirrors and wall hangings but the main feature was a huge queen sized bed in the middle of the room. Pixie pulled Peter into the room and started to undress him although he had to bend down to help her remove his top. As he unbuckled his trousers she slipped out of clothes and crawled to the centre of the bed. She knelt up and watched him, her arms folded on top of her blue hair, her nipples were bullet hard and her mouth was open in a big grin, her tongue just visible between her lips.

Peter had to pinch himself to remind him that this was not a dream but was very real. She smiled as she reached over and took a lighter from a bedside cabinet and she lit up the joint and inhaled deeply. Peter stood hypnotised by the way the light streamed through the window lighting up the smoke as she exhaled in a large cloud which wafted around her.

Peter stepped onto the bed, placed his hands on her hips and leaned down to kiss her hard and tight tummy. She took another long draw on the joint before bending down and blowing it slowly into his mouth. She twisted her body across his, her hard nipples grazing his back as she put the joint down. He reached around, his hand found her ass cheek and he slipped his middle finger between her soaking pussy lips.

No words were spoken, they moved across each others bodies languidly in a sensuous wrestle as he tried to reach her nipples with his mouth as she slowly stroked his rock hard cock, Finally he rolled over onto his back and she straddled his waist, his cock parting her bush as she slid slowly up and down leaving a slick trail the length of his staff.

She raised her ass and carefully positioned her pussy over his engorged tip before lowering herself ever so slightly as he entered her. She paused “mmmm finally” she exhaled quietly as with deliberate abandon she sank down, his cock stretching her tight pussy as she slowly adjusted to his width. She sat there looking at him with a wicked glint in her eye.

Peter watched her, still in some disbelief that this fine young woman had chosen him for their little adventure as he reached for her left nipple twisting it gently but firmly between his thumb and forefinger. Her pussy twitched as he did so and she arched her back away from him as she sought out that final half inch or so in order to be completely full of him.

She rode him slowly easing his cock out before slowly pushing back down until her pussy finally found that sweet spot where his shaft pressed against her clit and his tip grazed her g-spot every time she sank down. Peter watched her tummy muscles spasm as she came, her pussy muscles fluttering against his cock.

She sat on him until her orgasm subsided, looking at him in acknowledgement of the way they seemed to compliment each other sexually despite the age difference.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out man, I’m going to drain you dry, I want you every way we can think of and then you must dress and go back to your hotel and return to your life and we will not see each other again, I will feel your cock imprinted in my pussy for weeks and then we will have a wonderful memory.” She said these words as she slowly raised herself off him until just his tip was inside her.

She adjusted the angle and then slammed herself down hard onto him, he raised his ass to meet her and they began to fuck furiously, he reached for her shoulders pulling her forward before reaching around for her ass and he began to fuck her hard and fast, his hands pulling her ass cheeks apart in order to get total penetration into her.

He pounded her like this until he began to feel his balls tighten and it was only then that he eased off, he sat up and pulled her towards him into a tight embrace as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her nipples pressed into his chest hair and their lips met hard, their tongues seeking out each other.

As soon as he felt the tension in his balls ease he rolled her over onto her back, grabbed her ankles in his hands and placing the back of her heels on his shoulders he began fucking her hard again. The combination of his weight on her clit and the different position immediately bought on her next orgasm so he slowed once again. He pulled her back to the side of the bed still impaled on his cock before he wrapped his arms under her ass, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and he stood.

They both gave a primal grunt as he took her weight onto his shaft, they both laughed at that. “Now what are you going to do” she giggled at him as he paused briefly wondering where to go with her. She clamped her pussy tight against his cock as he turned towards the only part of the wall that had no pictures or furniture and carried her over until her back was hard against the wall. He fucked her hard, he pounded her tight little pussy mercilessly as she squirmed against him. This time he was not going to let up as his balls tightened, her pussy muscles squeezed and he felt the first load build up in his cock.

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