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Is this really happening? he thought, feeling his heart pounding against his chest. The rush of blood in his ears and tightness in his pants made the moment seem unreal. There was something daring about dangling yourself so close to danger. Of course, getting caught would lead to disaster. Being fired or needing to quit, possibly never being able to teach again, and maybe not ever being able to do anything related to his original field of study. But… the risk also came with a taste of exhilaration. Feeling like anything could happen, even something bad, was… exciting. The view from the edge of a cliff and the resulting desire to step off was simply too hard to resist anymore.

“Are you sure about this?” he said. He knew the answer already. She wouldn’t have come all this way, sat in his office and had the conversation they’d just had all to back down at the last moment. He watched her disregard the question almost immediately and scoot her chair closer to him. He had locked the door a moment before and was leaning against his desk with his arms crossed. He wasn’t making a concerted effort to hide the beginnings of his erection and she had certainly taken notice by now. Without warning, she locked eyes with him from where she was seated below and began unzipping his pants. The rushing of blood in his ears was back and before he knew it, he could feel the warmth of her hands on his cock.

She broke their gaze to look down at it, tracing careful circles around the tip with her thumb while both hands held him at attention. He let his eyes close and breathed in quietly, feeling his abs tighten when she began to stroke him. Long strokes, up and down his throbbing shaft that made him feel impossibly big. She was clearly experienced. He opened his eyes to see her wetting her lips slightly with her tongue. The sight was almost enough to make him cum, seeing this hot college student ready to suck his cock for a better grade. He shifted to a more comfortable position, standing up fully instead of leaning against the desk. He guided his hand along her neck for a moment and ran his fingers through her hair, getting a gentle grip on the back of her head.

Her face had blushed a deep bink when he guided her head forward and pushed into her mouth. He looked up to the ceiling and grit his teeth, tightening his abs again at the wet, warm feel of her mouth and tongue. She likely knew he was getting close and began working him with her hands görükle escort and mouth, expertly. Each time he heard the ‘pops’ and ‘sllmmms’ of her blowjob, he thought she was hamming it up for him. And boy did he not mind the show. “That’s right, suck your professor’s cock. Swallow this fat dick.” he groaned under his breath. She picked up her pace until he was stiff as a brick and spurting cum along her tongue. He felt a shiver down his spine when, after shaking to catch his breath, he realized she had swallowed. Her hair had gotten messy and she locked eyes with him again as she took him in her mouth one more time to lick him up. What a slut, he thought to himself, impressed at how much she wanted to show off for him.

He thought back to what had brought them here, to this moment.

“I missed last lecture thanks to being sick and I know my last exam didn’t go well either. I think I’m really slipping behind,” she said. They had again been alone in his office, the door slightly open this time. He shared the hallway with a few other professors who routinely passed by, along with other employees and students. But that afternoon he had agreed to meet further into the afternoon, when the building was mostly deserted. The meeting had been progressing the way these meetings always did with failing students, and he rubbed his eyes boredly before addressing her.

“Well, things like this happen. If you come to office hours to study and ask questions, your next test grades should improve.”

“Right… I was thinking that too. Plus there’s the review session coming up that I’ll be sure to come to.”

“Exactly. Up the studying, really try to come to review sessions, and if you have to miss lecture try to get someone’s notes next time.” He was absently scratching his ear and felt the conversation was coming to a close. Dealing with students wasn’t his favorite part of the job and, with the hour growing late, he felt a stronger urge to get home.

“Of course if there’s extra credit, I’d be willing to do that too.”

He had begun to stand up and rustle around for his things. “Yeah, if you write an extra paper at the end of the semester, I’ll drop your lowest grade.”

“Or something else?”

He was patting his pockets, trying to find his keys. “Uh.. I’m sorry. I do need to get going. That’s the only form of extra credit. The paper.” More patting and rustling through drawers.

“Something else,” she repeated. eskort bayan Her tone was serious.

Dr. Everett let out a breathy laugh, having paused with keys in hand. Oh great, she’s one of these kinds of students, he thought. He widened his eyes in mock terror, thinking she would begin hassling him about unfair grades and demanding extra credit. He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“There’s nothing else, I’m afraid. You can refer to the syllabus, I only offer the paper,” he said firmly.

She blinked. He saw a small grin forming at the corner of her lips and watched her hand travel to the top of her zip-up sweater. She grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled it down to reveal a gorgeous amount of cleavage. There was no shirt underneath, he realized, and for a moment he thought maybe she was just adjusting her sweater innocently. Though provocative, she hadn’t revealed much more than one might see on a normal day. He tried to look away before she noticed him staring but the awkward pause in their conversation gave him away. She locked eyes with him and lifted her chin, daring him to keep looking. She unzipped… and unzipped, until the sweater perfectly revealed the center of her bosom and bra. Seeing the fancy black lace of her bra signaled to him that she had premeditated the whole affair… for him. He gulped. Oh… he thought, extra credit.

He sat back down in his chair and glimpsed the crack in the door. The hallway outside had been perfectly quiet to this point. He hoped this luck would last and none of the janitors would come by. Perhaps on any other day, he would have sent a student out for pulling something like this. The only correct response was to immediately expel her from his office and his class, but he had hesitated. It wasn’t too late to back out, but he might as well see what she wanted.

“So, what can I do for you?” he asked.

“I want my last test grade changed to an A, please.” she said, simply.

“And what can you do for me?”

“I… can do things with my hands or my mouth,” she said. She had peered down and lost some of her confidence, having to say the words so directly.

He sat and observed her for a moment. There was no way around how wrong it would be to exchange sex for credit. He didn’t think they were terribly far apart in age with him being a pretty new professor, but the uneven power dynamic made him uneasy. Just another guy taking altıparmak escort advantage…

“I wouldn’t worry about the optics of it all,” she said, suddenly. “I’m using you too.”

“You’re not violating me to do it, though.”

She shrugged.

They both sat uneasily for a while. He couldn’t reconcile how wrong it was, but felt in his bones that he already knew he wouldn’t say no. There was no inertia, no resisting the forbidden fruit when it so easily offered itself up to him. He let his eyes fall back to her cleavage.

“Come to my office a few times after 6, and I’ll see about changing that grade.”

She looked unhappy. “If we do this, I want a more concrete deal than that.”

He raised his eyebrows. He didn’t want to admit how much he wanted this by further hammering out the details. Just not right then.

She zipped her jacket up a bit. “I know you want me, but you still have all the power here. Who’s to say I have all these visits with you and you don’t follow through?”

“Well, that’s right… You can’t trust me. I think we’re both taking a leap here.”

She frowned. There was some amount of mutually assured destruction to be had for both of them. She couldn’t deny that. “Okay. Visits first.”

He couldn’t hold back a small, pleased grinned.

“But,” she added. “Blowjobs will be worth boosted test grades. Handjobs should be worth some missed attendance.”

Selling yourself a bit short there, he thought, but didn’t protest. Nodding and crossing his arms he offered some more terms to their contract. “For some photos of you… perhaps letters of recommendation? I can make some connections for you.”

He saw her face turning a deep pink at the mention of nudes. The rest of her expression didn’t betray whatever embarrassment she felt. “Deal.”

“And what about sex?”

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “I suppose that could also be on the table.”

Sensing her discomfort, he thought he should back off, but he figured she had earned some discomfort for being this bold. Like a shark sniffing blood in the water, he pressed on. “Perhaps worth a full letter grade.”

She blinked, her thoughts indecipherable in that moment.

“Think about it. We won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

And with that she nodded and left.

Hours later, when he was well at home, he got an email from her.

“Here’s my phone number. Talk there.”

He sent her a quick text and she immediately replied with a photo.

This ones on the house, it said. Below was a photo of her in her lacy black bra, no sweater in sight. That night, he studied the photo carefully, letting his imagination run wild with everything he would do with her.

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In the passenger seat, Danica stretched, murmuring noisily and arching her back and presenting her breasts in the sexiest way. “So where are we going again?”

Matt admired her display but only smirked and flashing his single dimple at her.

“Hmph. I trusted you enough to take time off from work -“

“You hate your job,” Matt interjected. He checked his side mirror and changed lanes, drumming the steering wheel absently. They were almost entirely alone on the highway as far as he could see, and had been for the last three hours. It was dusk and the clouds were going through a very impressive transition from a warm red-orange to a more somber blue-purple.

Danica counted fingers off dramatically. “I canceled a doctor’s appointment and a dinner date with David and Jill, and I had a yoga class I’m missing, I never miss yoga! I even talked Mrs. Mercer into feeding Meathead while we’re gone, and she doesn’t even like cats. The least you could do is -“

“Wow, check out that sky!”

She huffed and crossed her bare arms in a mock pout. He slipped a hand across the top of her thigh but she slapped at it angrily until he pulled it back. She was cute as hell when she was mad but she loved surprises almost as much as she loved being teased. Being teased with a surprise? She loved every second of it.

They’d been dating for almost a year and he was nuts about her. He didn’t tell her that very often, but he was quiet and soft-spoken by nature, plus he came from a family that didn’t communicate about feelings very well. He did, however, frequently send her flowers or other gifts at work, took her out (just about) whenever she wanted, and generally spoiled the hell out of her… especially in bed. Thankfully, blissfully, she didn’t just soak up that adoration and leave him out to dry. She gave as good as she got.

He put his hand back on her thigh almost high enough to brush the little white strings of her cutoff jean shorts with the edge of his palm. She pressed down on it with both of hers. Their skin tones were a study in contrasts that didn’t bother either of them but often got them stares from strangers. He was half Irish and half German, fair-skinned to the point of burning in just a few minutes of sun. She, on the other hand, was Italian and Colombian with some Greek and Spanish in there somewhere. Her skin was the color of a milky, luscious mocha that was always (magic?) warm to the touch.

He wished he could say he fell in love with her brain first, or her sense of humor or her generosity. But that would be a lie. It had been at a friend’s party and she was wearing this hot little yellow number that made him weak at the knees. She had a great body, a dancer’s body, but it was just good genetics. Better still, she wasn’t vain or narcissistic. She was just… well, cool.

He’d always been a shy, quiet guy, but their chemistry had been immediate and overpowering. She pursued him at first, which worked out very well. She was bold, honest and so very passionate, and didn’t play games… at least, not the manipulative kind. That was one of the things he loved the most about her, she was brave enough to just be herself.

“Why do you tease me?”

“Because you deserve it.”

She laughed huskily, so very sexy. She lifted his hand up and bit his knuckle.

“Keep that up and I’m going to slow down to fifty for the rest of the trip,” Matt warned.

“At least give me one hint? Just a little one? Please?”

“Maybe.”

“Yes!”

He waited.

“Well?” She kissed his hand where she’d bitten it. “Please?”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise though, and you might guess it. So it’s going to cost you.”

She checked behind them and ahead of them and there was still no one in sight. She unbuttoned her shorts and wiggled out of them, then tossed them in his lap.

“All right, but that only counts for one medium-sized hint.” It took all of his willpower not to look. Was she wearing underwear? What if she wasn’t?

“On second thought… I want two.” A moment later her bra landed on top of her shorts. Now he had to look. She was wearing panties, red cotton ones, and she’d unbuttoned her shirt to take off her bra. He counted three buttons open and her breasts were begging for her to make it four. They made a smooth, sloping arc and were heavy beneath the nipples, which were large, perfectly round and tasted better than any chocolate.

“Eyes on the road,” she said sharply.

Reluctantly, he turned his attention back to the deserted highway. Two can play this game, he thought. He dropped her discarded clothes behind his knees. No matter what, he wasn’t going to tell her where they were actually going. But he wouldn’t lie, either.

“Come on, you promised. If I have to follow the rules, so do you.”

He grumbled. “First, we have two hours and a half hours of driving left.”

“Sucky hint. Okay, the other one?”

“I asked Jill where you’ve always wanted to go,” he said reluctantly.

“Did you really?”

He nodded gaziantep escort but didn’t add that he hadn’t taken Jill’s advice, but had instead come up with a better idea.

She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned across to kiss his cheek. “So thoughtful. Thank you babe.” She kissed across to his ear and down his neck, thankfully stopping at his collarbone. His basketball shorts were getting very tight indeed.

She took his hand back and played with his fingers. “Babe?” She said, in that voice.

“No.”

“But babe,” she purred, guiding his hand down between her thighs.

“No.”

She pulled his hand all the way in, grunting in that naughty bedroom voice that usually dragged him into caveman territory.

“Fine, ONE more hint.” She wasn’t wet enough for her panties to be soaked through, but he knew her well enough that it wouldn’t be long if she kept playing with herself with his (much larger) finger. “But you have to ask me a question. I’m not offering anything else up to spoil your surprise. If you do guess it, you’re be in big trouble.”

She murmured happily, circling her clit with his fingertip. “What if I want to be in trouble.”

“Keep this up and you will be.”

“Promise?” She pushed his finger all the way down and immediately back up to continue circling her clit. Now she was definitely wet, and along with the hardness of her nipple against the underside of his elbeow, he knew she really was horny. Tease, oh yes. Bitch, never.

“You know it. Okay ask away.”

“I know just the one. What’s in the brown bag in the trunk?” She spread her thighs and pressed his fingertips as far between her swollen lips as the soaked panties would allow, then returned them to her clit, moaning so softly he almost couldn’t hear it over the thrum of the tires on the concrete.

“I’m not sure you’ve earned that hint,” he said cautiously.

“Haven’t I?” she muttered huskily. She was really going for it.

“Finish first, then I’ll tell you.”

“Oh… oh… kay.” He did his best to divide his attention between the road and his fingers, which were now inside her panties and exploring hot, slick heaven. Thank goodness for cruise control.

“Oh… oh… fuck… fuck me…FUCK!” she whined in a high, helpless, panicked voice, her nails digging into his wrist. She collapsed, hugged his hand and leaned against his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head. Her black-brown hair was down and curly today and it smelled like coconut and some exotic fruit he couldn’t place. Scrumptious.

“That’s my good girl.”

“I’d absolutely love to go down on you right now.”

“Damn.” He adjusted himself as best he could. Thankfully he’d dressed for comfort. He’d never been a fan of blowjobs. In porn, the goal seemed to always be cumming all over a girl’s face, which he didn’t find the least bit arousing. It seemed pretty silly, actually. Dani, however, had a talent for oral. More importantly, she got off on giving it. Likewise, he had a talent for going down on her and got off on giving it. He tried to fight through the flood of memories of them doing exactly that, often at the same time.

“So?” She asked, twining her fingers through his again.

“Oh, right. The, um, brown bag. It’s equipment I bought. Quality stuff. We’re going to need it where we’re going.”

She mulled it over thoughtfully. “Like tools? Toys?”

“Neither.”

“I give up,” she said resignedly.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” she said, and kissed his hand.

“Good,” he said, and meant it. Her eyes, which were a soft but very unusual shade of hazel, were half-shut. When she felt the weight of his eyes, which were a blue so dark it was almost black, she smiled happily.

Half an hour later they made a pit stop. After Matt retrieved some clean clothes for Dani, gassed up and went to the bathroom, he found her at a snack rack. He came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist and the shoulders. She bumped her ass against him, whispered something too dirty to even write here and walked away casually.

His inner caveman wanted to drag her into the storage area behind the beer cooler and ravish her, but in real life, people call the cops on you. They’d gotten run out of a really nice restaurant once. The manager caught them in the women’s bathroom and swore at them all the way to the parking lot. Good times.

An hour and a half later, he turned off at their (first) hotel and rolled up to the office.

“You said we’d get there tonight,” she pouted.

“I said we had another two and a half hours of driving left. For the night. We’ve still got a couple of hours to go tomorrow. You didn’t think I’d give it away that easily would you? Love ya!” He got out before she could respond but he could hear her cursing all the way.

At the parking space in front of their, Matt came around to open her door.

“I’m not moving until you give me another hint,” she said, folding her arms and crossing her legs.

“Suit yourself.” He scooped her up and lifted her out of the car, carrying her as if she were just one more piece of luggage to unload. She laughed despite herself and hugged his neck.

When Dani was done showering, Matt turned off the TV and met her at the bathroom door. She was wrapping her hair in a towel but was otherwise still naked. She sang almost as well as she danced, but didn’t like anyone to hear her. She clammed up and Matt kissed her bare shoulder, then started undressing. She helped him, trailing her fingertips up and down from his chest, through the hair she found there, to his hips and belly. She plucked a hair and tried to get away but not before he caught her bare ass with a light but sharp swat.

“No peeking in the bag,” he called from the shower.

She ducked her head around the corner. “I would never!”

Matt pulled the shower curtain aside and wiggled a finger at her. She shook her head and shook her ass at him. She had on a pair of black lace panties and nothing else, and she knew perfectly well that he was up to no good.

He wiped the water off his forehead and out of his eyes and glared down over the shower rod at what little he could still see of her. One eye, one cheek, and the corner of that impish grin. She got a good look, winked and disappeared.

When he turned off the bathroom light he found her laying on her belly in the middle of the bed, cheek in palm, her crossed ankles rocking lazily. He sat at her hip, not touching her yet, and she didn’t move.

She was pretending to ignore him, flipping through channels randomly, legs still swinging. Still he waited, immobile. Eventually her legs stopped swinging and he could tell she was holding her breath in anticipation. He leaned over her and kissed her back, right above her ass. Goosebumps spring up almost instantly. He kissed up and up, not touching her with anything but his lips.

“You are so evil.” She lay her head on her forearms and looked back at him.

“I’m not,” he whispered. “Not at the moment, anyway.” He’d reached her shoulder and kissed down her ribs, only a fraction faster. Along her shoulder, down her arm, then her cheek, her temple, and her ear, which he suckled. She tossed her hair out of his way and he bit it gently, ever so gently.

She moaned through closed lips, her hips rolling against the bed. He ran a hand across her ass, keeping it flat, fingers together.

“Do it,” she said. Not begging yet, demanding.

He waited until she started to speak again and hit her good and hard across the middle of both cheeks. He left his hand there, the warmth of his palm adding to the sting of the slap. She cried out but bit it back almost immediately. He tilted his head to kiss her cheek right in front of the ear, whispering gentle, romantic nothings, and started trailing his fingertips all over her ass slowly.

“Again,” she said, but still wasn’t begging.

Matt grabbed one of the pillows and passed it under her hips. She arched her ass up and toward him. So inviting. He could smell her wetness already, like a garden on a humid day.

“Please, baby,” she said. Almost. He finally tugged those black panties to below the curve of her ass, but no farther. Still he trailed his fingertips around her cheeks, up her back to her shoulders, down her thighs, and always slowly, patiently.

“Please,” she whimpered.

WHACK.

She moaned into the bedspread, twisting it in both fists. Matt leaned forward and kissed the undermost curve of her ass, his nose almost against the crotch of her panties. He kissing wetly, fervently, and bit. Hard.

She gasped, cried out into the bed again. He widened his jaws, bit harder. He tightened his hold slightly and released, again and again. He leaned back, admired the splash of red marks he’d been making and pulled her panties down far enough for her lips to glisten up at him.

After their earlier adventure in the car, he couldn’t wait. He knelt between her spread thighs, which widened for him. His own dripping wetness was lost in the flood of hers as the swollen tip parted her lips with almost no resistance.

In that first long stroke he only went halfway, then out, barely moving. She widened her thighs even more and he ran his hands up them, settling at her hips. He pulled all the way out and away, savoring the squeeze and grind as she tried to keep him inside.

He waited, barely parting her, and she begged him to just do it. He drove into her again as before. Each time a little harder, a little faster. He kept this up until the lust had overtaken both of them and the bedposts were hammering the wall behind him. She had to push back with her clenched fists on the bedspread to keep from being forced off onto the floor.

When he felt her getting close he twisted his right hand through her hair and yanked her head back.

“Give it to me,” he growled deep in his chest. “Right now.”

She peered up at him helplessly, her whole body jarring every time he hit her. He pulled harder on her hair for just a moment, then grabbed her neck and pushed her face-down on the bed. Somehow he found that last bit of extra oomph and fucked her harder.

He knew he could make her cum that way and finally she did, crying wordlessly into the bedspread. He slowed down his thrusts but didn’t soften them. She shook all over but somehow managed to keep him inside her.

He was close. He switched from slow and hard to fast and deep and soon he could feel her fingers nearly vibrating against her clit as he slammed into her.

“Cum in me, baby,” she breathed, “Come on. Fuck that little pussy. Fuck it! Come on!”

She knew he loved that so she usually saved it up until just the right moment. He gritted his teeth and clamped down on her hips hard enough to leave bruises the next day. He stopped moving halfway through but she kept on grinding against him and even managed to have another little orgasm in the process.

He collapsed next to her and kissed her bicep. She rolled into the hollow of his shoulder and kissed his nipple. Eventually they took a fast shower and washed each other. It was these quiet moments of mutual tenderness that got them through the rough times even better than the sex did. Barely a word was spoken until they had curled up naked in each other’s arms in bed, her cheek against his shoulder and one ankle hooked across his knee.

Then it was only a soft, heartfelt “I love you,” which everyone knows is the best sleep aid in the world.

Neither of them set an alarm so they only crawled out of bed around nine thirty. They had the car packed back up by a quarter after ten and stopped for a quick breakfast at McDonalds. Back on the road she opened his sausage mcmuffins for him. Matt knew her too well to fall for the sweet little girl act, and half an hour later she made a renewed attempt to drag their secret destination out of him.

“So how much farther?” She asked, sipping her Sprite.

“We’ll be there around noon.”

“Am I okay, dressed like this?” She tossed her hair behind one shoulder and leaned toward him slightly. Her t-shirt was a v-neck, plunging just far enough for the black cotton of her bra to be visible. She had on a skirt, too… his biggest weakness. It was pleated and lacy and he could definitely make out the clean, bright white panties between her slightly parted thighs.

He turned back to the road without even changing his expression. “You look amazing. I wouldn’t worry.”

“Thanks babe. Will we be able to find somewhere quiet when we get there?” She was stroking the inside of her thigh but he refused to look. “I’m getting kinda… you know.”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that. If you’re good.”

“Wasn’t I good last night?”

He risked a glance. She was twirling a lock of her hair lazily and biting her lip slightly.

“Yes, you were very good last night. Unbelievably good.”

“Thanks. You were too. So what makes you think I won’t be good later?”

“You’re being very naughty right now. Distracting me while I’m driving.”

“I am? I’m sorry, baby.”

“Uh huh.” He scowled at her, eyes narrowed. “You looked in the bag, didn’t you?”

“No! Cross my heart.” She crossed her heart with one fingertip, trailing it down and across her breast in the v-neck.

“Well it’s too late now.”

“Would I be teasing you this much if I already knew where we were going?”

“I guess not. Sorry.”

“You know it’s risky for a girl to just run off to parts unknown with a man like this. Could be really dangerous. You can’t blame me for trying to protect myself.”

He chuckled, unable to keep it up any longer. “If anyone should be scared, it’s me. Those nails of yours have given me some impressive scars. I swear, my love, you’re going to be thrilled. I’ve been planning this for months. But yeah… there might be danger involved, yes. If you want it to be.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that,” she said, patting his thigh. Apart from some playful groping, the rest of the trip was uneventful.

Matt started getting anxious about a half hour before they got to the hotel. He’d paid for two full days of everything the day spa had to offer. Massage, steam bath, manicure, pedicure, facial, the works. All the next day, which was Friday, then a day off for them to go out and do whatever she wanted, then all day Sunday, too.

He’d booked a room in the nicest hotel in town. Saturday would be clear, sunny and eighty five, and from what he’d heard, Willow Lake was crystal clear on days like that. Perfect for snorkeling.

He’d asked for the day spa to send a brochure to the hotel and it should be waiting at the front desk. If not, there was always the website. Dani was drumming her fingers on her thighs nervously and he took her hand, kissed her fingertips.

“You’ll find out soon enough, hon.”

“Okay,” she said.

He pulled up to the hotel right on schedule and he could tell from her reaction that she was impressed.

“This place is amazing! So what’s the surprise? Come on, I’m dying here.” She was still looking around in wonder at the fountains, the landscaping, even the architecture.

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Chapter 18

Readers, this a fictional road story set in the 1980’s, before cell phones and the internet as we know it today. There is pot smoking and use of “Magic Mushrooms” in this story. All sexualized characters are fictional and over 18. This is part eighteen of a many part series. The end of this chapter parallels events in end of Road Tripping 16.5, Time Tripping 5 I hope all have enjoyed it so far. Any constructive feedback is appreciated, Thank You S. L.

The crowded campground was buzzing early, and Lou and Molly were quick to get to the showers knowing hot water would not last on a day like this. By seven-thirty they had water for coffee and tea heating and Gina was passing out doughnuts she had bought yesterday on sale for all. All were awake early and soon Joe was back with a small sample of the good weed he had been talking about.

“Lou does this stuff look familiar to you?”

Lou took a good look at it and called Molly over. “This looks like the purple weed you got in Philly the day we met Sara, and you got some from that couple next to you.”

Molly took look at it and a quick sniff of the bud. “I am almost certain this is the same and I would love to see it next to the little bit we have left but that stuff if buried deeply in Andromeda.”

Joe knew they had their sample collection and agreed it would be good to see the two next to the other but understood about having things buried and not wanting to dig things like that out with everyone in the campground watching.

Joe talked with their other friends in the group and soon he had an order for four ounces of weed for all looking for some. Lou put up money for an ounce for Molly and him and for another half for Hailey and Irv. They arrived later, just before ten in the morning after having driven since before midnight to get here. Lou told of the weed and helped set up their tent and after Hailey and Irv went to lie down for an hour before getting ready to go to the show.

The caravan of cars out of the lot was huge and just stretched out over a mile on the way to the concert. Lou and Molly were back a way in the line but were able to keep up with Joe and the rest and were soon all lined up on “Shakedown Street” and had the grills going within ten minutes of shutting the car off.

It was a warm and sunny day, giving Molly a chance to wear her favorite skirt and one of her blue/green tie-dyes with it, and little else under it on the warm day. Lou was in his usual shorts and a one of their building collections of tie-dye shirts. Some of the nicest were for the show only and the worn ones were for cooking during the day.

They were busy from the start, and it was a very crowded and active first half of the day. The four cases of beer did not last two hours and by four pm the last of the meatballs were going in the pot with four people waiting for more. Star and her family had a good and busy day. All had not had much income for the last week and many needed to start off with a good day.

Lou and Molly knew they were ok out here and could have just sat back on tour, but they were trying to make this the start of something more for themselves in the long run. They had already found ways to make money beside the food sales and more of that could help secure a future for themselves and a family when they decided to start one. Plus, they met so many wonderful people they would not change a thing.

Donna and Maggie’s van had been the smoking center for most of the day and Lou and Hailey were in there with Maggie and Janet when Joe came to the door and squeezed in with the four ounces of the purple weed. One good bud was broken up for Lou’s pipe, and they smoked with Maggie and Janet, who had never seen pot like this, and was excited for the quarter her and Tommy had put all their spare money in for.

Five minutes later Lou, Hailey, Janet, and Maggie all stumbled out of the van and Donna, Molly, Irv, and Gina, went in to continue the weed division and bake Joe into almost unconsciousness. After Maggie went back for seconds with Ed, Val, and Tommy, Joe went to go lay down for twenty minutes and enjoy the high, while Star laughed at his “beady, red, eyes”, and handed him a root beer and the last of Lou and Molly’s meatball sandwiches.

Star could not smoke for several months but she took a couple of good buds and hid them deeply in her personal stuff for when she could smoke again. This pot was different from any she had seen except for a small bag she had received eight years ago as payment for some items.

Everyone was excited to see the band after over a week off and all were trooping in as a large group before they split up to their scattered seats. Lou and Molly were close enough to make their way over to Hailey and Irv and get a chance to talk with them, with a little more privacy in the crowd. Katy had called Hailey the night after they left. The night before Katy said she fell asleep before eight, after all the fun they had together.

“She sends her Love and said she would meet us at our house görükle escort bayan on Thursday night, the seventh, and spend what we hope is a really fun night and then she will go with you guys to the show on the eighth and set up. Irv and I will be there on the morning of the show, since he will have to do some work on the Friday before we can leave.”

Molly had told Hailey they were keeping Katy’s coming with them a surprise to all those she had met before and was going to try and find a ticket for the second show and then Katy would go back with them so Lou and Molly could head for their meeting in Arizona with Marta and Felix.

They danced the first set away with their dear friends and shared many joints and bowls with the people around them. All ran for the bathrooms, refills on water and to say hi to all their friends they could find, before the second set was ready.

Everyone agreed that this weed was among the best anyone had seen in a long time. The closest was some of the pot found in Chicago. It was a fun night for all and soon they were back dancing for the second set and enjoying the music and fellowship they had missed for the days between shows.

After the show all were back in the lot, grilling a few left-over hot dogs and just relaxing under the stars and comfortable night. It had been heard that it would be ok tomorrow during the day, but it would rain at night, and many were already making plans to head out right after the show. Lou had the reservations for the next night already paid for and they figured they would be good it their tent and Star’s family was staying there too so it would be a good night all could go out for breakfast the next day. Lou and Molly had not made any real plans for days between the shows, other than going to see the Redwoods in the nearby National Park.

Once back at the campground everyone hung out talking and smoking for a while before exhaustion took over and all headed for their tents or van. Lou and Molly decided to wait on trying for a shower with it being crowded since they came back. We will bring out towels to the three am pit stop Molly and have a quieter shower, unless half the campground has the same idea, Lou laughed as they kissed after brushing their teeth in the tent and snuggling in for the next four hours.

—–

Star and Joe had gotten the kids in their beds when they got back and enjoyed hanging out with everyone. Star did not smoke any of the purple weed but had gotten enough secondhand smoke she could feel some of the effects on herself since her tolerance was so low from not smoking for months.

Inside her voices told her that there was an important journey and message waiting for her tonight. She took a small purple bud and popped it in her mouth when Joe was out of the tent. It was the smoke that was the danger to her unborn twins, not the pot itself and she felt reassured that the Gods had something to communicate to her, but they would not do it in a way that would endanger her children or herself.

In her dreams that night Star saw herself in the time of the distant past, leading a ceremony joining the one called Myrine to the one who resembled a thinner Lou, with a full beard and was called Leandros in this time. She was shown images by the Gods and told of what she needed to do to help begin a process where these two worlds could work as one through them and others to preserve what had been learned here to help bring about a more peaceful and understanding world in the future.

It was complex and Star really needed week to think on what she had learned overnight, but the Gods made it clear that the next night was important, and that Lou and Molly were to be assisted with the purple mushrooms in their journey.

With the morning Star went to dig deep in her belongings for the special container she kept the mushrooms of insight in.

Joe had felt her awake in the middle of the night twice and watched her scribble furiously in her notebook before going back to sleep, without telling him what had happened other than a series of profound dreams. He knew he would know soon enough. Her one strange question was. “Do you think you can drive Andromeda Joe?”

“Yes Star, I have driven station wagons like that before. Did they ask us to drive them somewhere in your dream?”

“No Joe but I will have a task for them, and you will need to drive them back here tonight after the show for all to work right and their safety. I will explain all when we see them and have a private moment for the four of us to talk as one.”

——-

Lou and Molly went to bed and woke up in the middle of the night to a still awake campground. They took their towels and at least they did not have to wait to shower but it was still too busy after three in the morning for any discreet fun in the campground with late but for the most part quiet partiers.

They had hung out with Hailey and Irv for a time and made a few discreet jokes between themselves about their fun together last week and all altıparmak eskort promised to be there on the seventh for another fun time with Katy joining in.

“I have an extra strap-on rig for her, so you guys are going to all have some fun that night.” Hailey laughingly told them.

It was too crowded for them to have a fun time in the tent together, but it was good to get together and hang out for a while. Irv had been busy with his consulting job, but Hailey had some free time and had taken the shovel and wok into the woods and done a little more discreet exploring and she told them he had found some more likely gold in both of the small streams. Lou would know what they had actually found within the month when he got back to Delaware.

It was another early morning at the camp with people getting moving around seven and many packing up to head out after the show. Lou and Molly had slept well and were up soon after the sun rose. One of the few quiet tents was Hailey and Irv’s who had said they would try and sleep in until nine since they were going home too after the show.

Not long after getting the water on, Star came back from a trip to the bathroom with Europa and Celesta and got an early tea and said she would be over to talk shortly. Once the kids were all fed and Joe and her had gotten their day set both came over and asked to talk to them in their tent for a few minutes.

Star sat in the folding chair while Lou, Joe and Molly all sat on the bed to listen to what she had to tell them. “As Joe already knows, I had a pair of profound dreams last night and we need to talk about them today Myrine, Leandros, and Jonas, my beloved.”

All three on the bed had their mouths open wide and wore looks of astonishment at what she had just said to them.

Molly looked into Star’s green eyes deeply and asked her in a quiet voice. “What do we need to know….Zephyra?”

Star smiled at Molly. “I had dreams last night involving all four of us last night deep in the past, where the women known as Myrine. She gestured at Molly, and myself in the time where my soul was known as Zephyra. What was different was that Lou and Joe were there with the names of Leandros and Jonas. I cannot explain much more of what happened in my dream, but I can say we are all deeply connected, and I was informed that there is a task that You, Lou and Molly need to perform tonight.”

Lou looked at Molly, then Star with a look of astonishment and some confusion. “I cannot speak for Molly, but I will do whatever needs to be done if it is something right. What is required of us and is it safe?”

“I will do whatever you ask Star, Molly said, still deeply lost in her eyes, but I am curious to know what is required and who asked this?”

“What is required is the easy part to explain my loves.” Star reached into her skirt pocket and produced a familiar pouch to them, which they had last seen in Hartford the day after Lou and Molly met and Star gave them three of the purple mushrooms each and a Tai Stick joint to share and explore each other with during the show and more deeply after it a great storm. It had been the most profound night of either of their lives, so far.

There were eight of the purple mushroom caps in the box this time along with a long and fat joint rolled with the purple weed with some of the hash Lou had given them the day before without telling them where they had gotten it. “I have smoked this purple pot long ago and it is close to the Tai Stick I had before, but that was the last one of several Joe found and that I’ve seen. It was months old when you two smoked it.”

“We still have the roach.” Lou joked.

Star laughed and spoke. “We will have to smoke that after the twins are born. I have heard about your roach collection and one day that will be a party. Maybe with the Winter Solstice or New Year.” I have some of the purple pot hidden away for after I have given birth so I can smoke some directly.”

Now bringing the focus back to the matter at hand Star cleared her throat and straightened up in the chair. “Molly and Lou, I have been asked by those who teach me from outside this world and time to ask something important of you two!”

Molly’s right eyebrow shot up and her gaze into Star’s eyes tightened, but she knew when to listen. Lou tiled his head to one side and wore a somewhat more quizzical expression on his face but a kept a serious look across his lips while trying to understand fully what she was saying and going to ask of them.

“Lou, you know the least of all of us directly about what is going on, but you do understand that you and Molly are profoundly connected over thousands of years and your souls have been joined several and likely many times over many thousands of years. Molly and I are also connected deeply both as friends and lovers over time as are Joe and me.”

“I Understand Star, and I have seen some of this in some dreams I have had, before I met all of you and one very strange dream joined with Sara who nilüfer escort saw both you Star and Molly in a place likely thousands of years ago. I saw her being auctioned off as a slave and went to stop it or I don’t know what since the dream was ended by the phone in the hotel ringing.”

“Molly told me of this and if she had slept five minutes more that morning, she likely would have been there too, seeing the world of that place and time. You said the phone was noticed by all there. That must have been frightening to everyone there if it was that loud. I hope one day one of us dreams of Sara again in that time and know she is safe somewhere. The place we live in that time does not have slaves and if you acquired her, she would be set free, and you would have bought her freedom Lou.”

“I have studied a lot of history and between classes, books, and documentaries I have a fair Idea of the worlds of that time. It was not Egypt but again Sara said you were walking next to an Egyptian being carried on a chair and all three of us looked to be important people since she said all of us were clean and well dressed. I am curious to learn more of this time and one of these days I am going to spend some time in a good Library and see what I can find in bookstores on that area in that time.”

“That is a good idea Lou, and I would deeply encourage you and Molly to do things like that when you have some time, and Lou, like I said before, you are a finder of things. I think there is a chance you both may learn more of this time or some others. I have been informed that it would be best you eat two caps at the very start of the show tonight and then when you arrive here at the end of the show you are to eat the other two caps and smoke this joint and enjoy the night, make love, and sleep well.”

“Just that Star? Just go to sleep??” Molly asked in her best Ta’Pau voice and expression.

“Yes, I suspect that the mushrooms and being closely joined will allow you to journey together. I hope this does not scare either of you.”

“As all of you know I have been to this time and place several times over the years and Star and I have been together in this time, so if that is the journey tonight, I am ready for it.” How about you Lou are you ready to time trip with me?” Molly asked with a half serious grin on her face at Lou while she squeezed his hand a little.

“I am not frightened and now that we have all talked like this, I will be more conscious of my actions while also not trying to disturb things too much. I have a question Star.”

“What is it Lou.?”

“If either of us see Zephyra or Jonas there, should we let them know discretely that we are out of our time and visiting theirs for lack of a better way of putting it?

“That is a really good question, Lou. I was wondering that too?” Molly added while Star thought for a moment and silently asked for some guidance to this very profound question.

Star held her crystal for a moment before speaking. “If you speak to people there you will talk in their language, but you will not get the accent right. I have spoken with Myrine in that time, and she could tell something was not right and when Zephyra visited my home in Vermont my mother said she spoke with an unusual almost Greek accent. Maggie said the same thing of how we greeted each other Molly, in Worcester, after all the chaos there.”

Pausing again to gather her thoughts Star continued. “If you see either Jonas or Zephyra, get them alone to talk or have Jonas take you to Zephyra. If you see a woman who looks like my mother, Gina with long hair also have her get you to Zephyra quietly. She may have been informed of some of this already and either way she will help you find her I suspect.”

“There is one last thing I have to ask of you guys. Neither of you will be in any shape to drive Andromeda safely after the show and I would like to ask you to have Joe drive you back here safely after the show. I would love to myself, but I think at least two of the kids would insist on joining us then and that might be a little much for you at that point.

Thank you and we know Joe has driven just about anything on wheels so Andromeda will be no problem, and I would not want to drive a car on mushrooms. I do want to do bumper cars on them, however.

Joe looked over at him, grinned widely, and said “Hell Yes and I know a good place near Denver we can trip and go to in a few months and I will bribe my honey to drive us and put up with us silly creatures that day.

Star laughed and spoke. “I agree on one condition. You take me back there in a year and we can all trip and do that. That sounds like too much fun, and I want to.”

“Ok back to the serious stuff. Do you guys all understand what may happen here tonight. I cannot guarantee anything or what will happen. I can only guess and give you the information I can and have been told I can.”

“Some things I do not have answers for either. Joe if you have any dreams like this, please let me know too since you are as deeply connected to all of this, and I will give you a couple of your purple friends for later tonight too after we are all back safe if you like so we may join too deeply.” Star was so deeply joined with Joe that they would be as one, mindful of the twins, but almost as deeply joined as Lou and Molly would be.

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The day had started out normal enough….I was out running errands, caught up in getting things done. I needed a new dress for my husband’s company party and I stopped by one of my favorite stores to see if they had something sexy for me to wear. Walking into the store, I was bombarded by all the colors, textures and sexy clothing. I was looking around taking everything in, when my eye caught someone familiar. I looked up and made eye contact with Claudette, a woman I had known in an intimate fashion. My face immediately grew flushed, instant memories flooding my body. Our eyes locked, each of us feeling the waves of heat crashing between us. I looked down, overwhelmed by lust, images of her body and smell assaulting my mind. I glanced back up and she was gone….I wondered if I had imagined her as my hands absently shuffled through the dresses. I was now distracted, trying to concentrate on the task at hand, sensual memories running through me. I could feel my lust settle into my cunt, wetness beginning to gush through the material of my panties. I somehow managed to pick out some dresses and wandered to the dressing room in a sensual haze. I put the dresses on the hook and began to undress. I pulled my shirt over my head and shimmied out of my jeans. I stood there in my bra and panties, loving the curves of my body. I noticed my long, dark hair and full sensual lips. My generous breasts filled out the cups of my bra as I traced my palms over their lusciousness. I ran my hands down my form, feeling the soft skin and moved my palm over my pussy, the heat and wetness pulsating through my panties. I closed my eyes, caught up in the moment. I reached my hand out to pull a dress off the hanger, when a hand closed over mine, making me gasp. I turned around and there was Claudette standing in the dressing room with me.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered indignantly, trying to mask my desire.

“I could ask the same thing of you.” She countered, not bothering to mask her lustful gaze as it flickered up and down my half-naked form.

Her fingers now cradled my wrist, her thumb moving back and forth sensually across my pulse point. I’m sure she could feel how hard my heart was beating.

“We can’t do anything here…why don’t I meet you somewhere?” I suggested, not really sure I wanted her to agree with me.

“You and I both know that you aren’t getting out of this dressing room without my mouth being buried in your cunt and making you cum long and hard. ”

My sharp intake of breath belayed my desire and her hand moved quickly, rubbing against my soaked panties.

“Yes, you’re already wet aren’t you? I know you like to pretend you are good girl, but you are such a bad girl.” She confidently assessed, her eyes and hands stroking the embers of my raging lust. A weak nod of my head was bursa escort all I managed before her mouth descended on mine, possessing me in a moment, all thought of propriety went out the window. She pushed me against the wall and began to kiss her way down my body. Her deft hands removing my bra quickly. Her mouth licking and sucking at my nipples, my back arching, biting my lip, trying not cry out. She quickly moved on. I felt the kisses lower and lower on my tummy, my body beginning to shake with this forbidden desire. I felt my panties pulled to one side as she kissed my inner thighs. I could sense the cold air on my pussy, somehow it magnified the moment, slowing time down. I watched her on her knees, her bent head and auburn hair swinging as her mouth moved. I imagined what her full lips looked like as they latched onto my clit, expertly hitting the right spots for maximum pleasure. My thoughts were forgotten as she made first contact, her tongue sliding along my slit, probing deeply into my cunt. Her mouth began to open me up, running up and down my wet labia.

“You smell so good and you taste even better.” She murmured as she dove into my muff. The flat of her tongue slid up and down the length of my vagina, rimming my hole and making my belly quiver. I reached behind me, trying to find something to hold onto as she pulled me under in a sea of pleasure. Her tongue wanted to greet every part of my quim, finding out what places made me gasp the most. She continued to smear honey around, the lapping and sucking sounds of her mouth along with my groans filling the small room. I briefly wondered what the sales people must be thinking. Anyone could have walked by and seen a woman’s form kneeling down and the unmistakable sounds of sex….ooohhh….I gave up thinking as another wave of pleasure hit me. Her finger began finding it’s way up my tight sheath, steadily moving as her mouth clamped down on my clit. I arched my back against the wall and bit my lip. She quickly moved her head from side to side, wringing a deep moan from me as I felt her tongue rapidly move over my engorged love button. I spread my legs wider and put my hands on her head, driving her deeper within me. I felt her finger sliding in and out easily, soon another finger was circling my hole and making its way inside to join the first. She began to perform a come hither motion on my g-spot as she doubled her efforts with her mouth. I bit down on my hand, trying to stifle the load moan beginning to erupt from deep within me. My hips began to buck, overcome with the need to move against her mouth and fingers. She once again moved her head rapidly against me and her digits worked in and out of my hungry cunt, driving me wild. She pulled her face out of my pussy and looked at my face etched in delicious pleasure. Her hand continued to pump inside escort bursa of me.

“Let me see you fuck those fingers.” She encouraged as I plunged up and down, my juices coating her fingers. Her eyes feasted on the succulent sight in between my thighs.

“God, that is so hot! You are such a nasty girl. Now suck my fingers and taste your juice.” She seductively instructed

I grabbed her hand and slowly began licking up one finger, wanting to preserve this moment as I looked into her eyes, her mouth opening in ecstasy as my mouth engulfed her honey coated fingers. I loved the taste of myself on her and sucked every drop of sweet marrow off her manicured hand. Kissing it, I put her hand on her perky, rounded breast and covered it with mine, kneading the soft tissue and making her nipple pucker out. She pushed my hand away, determined to carry out her plan. She grabbed my panties and yanked them down and I stepped out of them. My scent waifed through the air as panties and cunt were separated.

“Now get on that seat and spread those legs. Hold your pussy open for me and let me see you stroke your clit.” She purred in a voice laced with power. I pushed off the wall and obediently went to the small bench. Sitting on my derriere, my feet perched on the ledge of the seat and I spread my legs eagle wide. My throbbing pussy glistened under the fluorescent light and beckoned her to her knees in front of me. My fingers traveled down my upper body and found their way to my twat, and per her instructions, one hand held my quim open and I slowly began to touch myself. My cunt, already sensitive and hungry demanded release, but I knew that more exquisite pressure would rise before orgasm swept me out to sea. I slowly ran my fingers up and down, as her mouth licked and kissed my inner thighs. The slurping noises intensified as she hit my wet cunt and latched onto to it with her mouth, feasting on me like I was a gourmet meal. Her fingers, once again, plunged into me, hitting many sensitive points and came to my g-spot and rubbed it as she drew my climax closer….a constant pressure rising steadily within me. My fingers continued to stroke my clit as her mouth moved around them. Her tongue darted through my fingers, providing a unique sensation as we worked together. Her mouth abruptly left my groin and began kissing my torso, licking and laving until she reached my tits. She played with them for a moment, her eyes taking in their abundance and she began sucking on the nipples. This caused my uterus to contract, both sets of fingers still working me over and I started unraveling on the cusp of orgasm. My breathing was shallow and I began to pant and moan in quick succession. I suddenly felt her fingers and mouth leave me and she removed my fingers as well, lapping at the juice dripping from them.

No..No….I bursa escort bayan am going to make you cum….get your fingers out of there, my little slut…it is my turn to make you scream.” And with that, she used every bit of knowledge and talent she possessed finding spots that I didn’t know existed. I surrendered entirely, not caring that I was in public or could be caught in an awkward situation, waves of pleasure begin to crash over me, one after another, I couldn’t catch my breath, as she hit spot after spot, a deep scream was coming from depths unknown, she listened to my constant moaning, now uncensored and rising in decibel level as she charted a trail from trigger point to trigger point.

She buried her tongue on the underside of my clit instinctively knowing that would produce the biggest orgasm and pressed hard with her tongue, her fingers stroking my g-spot…..I suddenly came unglued, the world stopped..her tongue, mouth and hands were the only thing that existed and I erupted, a long, deep scream that started at my toes erupted, high pitched tones came out of my mouth as my body shattered…I grabbed the back of her head and she sucked harder, driving my orgasm deeper…I whimpered and writhed, screams so deep coming out of me that I wasn’t making any noise, just a tiny squeal eking out as she continued her beautiful assault on my convulsing pussy. Tears rose from my eyes as my body released a sea of fluid, gushing all over her face, splattering on the cement floor and coating my inner thighs.

I continued to cum, my extremities purring with pleasure as I rode out this magnificent high. She lapped gently at me, bringing me back to earth. I ran my hands along her hair, undone after all that had happened. She gently brought her lips to mine and I licked all of my juices off her face…still in shock over my body’s reactions to her amazing ministrations. I suddenly wondered what was awaiting outside the door, but decided whatever it was, was worth the price of that tremendous orgasm. We shared a quiet giggle as we contemplated our fates and I quickly dressed, forgetting why I had even come to this store.

We shared a quick kiss and she slipped out the door before I could even get it together enough to thank her, and left me to my humming body and wandering thoughts. Wait a minute, I thought, I didn’t even really touch her, I didn’t even get a chance to pleasure her and then I knew, I knew this wasn’t over and that someday and someday soon I would return the favor she had bestowed upon me. I walked out of the store, swinging my hips and dared anyone to say anything, my confident posture was ready to handle any problems. I caught the eye of a saleswoman as I reached the door and she smiled wickedly she asked me if I had found what I was looking for and I replied that I found more than that and my eyes suggestively traveled the length of her attractive body as she stood there in wanton invitation, I smiled playfully at her and left the store…..perhaps, I thought, I would come back to this store again and have another adventure.

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My girlfriend Laura is a beautiful young thing with hair the color of hay fields and eyes that resemble sapphires. Her breasts are designed as if they were meant for my hands alone, for they fit perfectly in my palms. Her waist is well defined and slim, with sloping hips and long, slim legs. For a lesbian, I have a weird desire to play with her ass. I fixate on it constantly, gripping it while plunging her body down on to a strap on. Slipping a finger inside while she’s not looking. I can’t help myself, not when she reacts the way she does. Giving short little moans of pleasures and gasps of shock.

She asks my constantly why I have such a fixation there, it’s just not something I can help. If you could see it, you’d understand. It’s firm yet soft in my hands, cupping against my hips when I take her from behind. There’s a tattoo she designed herself resting on her left hip. It’s a cherry with the Egyptian word for beautiful on it.

Laura likes it a little rough. Some of her favorite kinds of sex play is when I dominate her for hours, making her pleasure me before I give her due. This was one of those nights.

We had just gone out to buy new toys from the local Spencer’s, we bought a vibrating massager kit only to find out the nubbed tips were hard plastic, so she sent me back in to buy a second kit. We had just received a large dildo from our favorite web-page a day or so back, and decided to have some fun.

She decided she was in the mood for my domination abilities, and I wasn’t about to disappoint. I ordered her to dress up in the form fitting red corset while I slipped on my black negligee. Part of domination is control, and trusting your partner to be controlling with being harmful. One of the best ways I do that ton Laura, is to tie her down. Seeing that cute little face, eyes staring up at me, wide and helpless as take her…

I took out a paisley silk scarf and wrapped up her wrist tight, throwing her arms up above her head. “Now listen slave.” I grit my teeth as I speak, adding to the ferocity of my need. “You’re my pet, and I’ve taken it upon myself to give you proper training.”

She tingles visibly and tries to “struggle” loose. “No. Please don’t!”

I cover her mouth and push her down into the pillows. “Listen up slave. You’ll be luck if I don’t…” And at the next word I lean in close to her ear. “fuck…your tight body all night.” She giggles and I feel her muscles tighten in anticipation. Not wanting her to forget the truth, I whisper softly. “I love you.”

She squeals and I cover her mouth, taking out the belt and slapping it against her ass. Her rump arches towards the sensation and I grin, bringing it down a bit harder. Her cheeks turn red as the barrage of smacks come down. Again, again. “You’ve been a very bad slave, resisting me like that. You’ll have to be bursa escort taught to call me master.”

“Never!” she cries and this time really struggles hard. I have to force her back down pinning her body to the bed and bringing a hard smack against her rear. She whimpers pitifully, but I can see her smile poking through.

“You bad bad girl.” I yell, punctuating each comment with a hard spank. She groans in time with them, body begging for more. “I’m going to have to punish you.” I take our weakest vibrator, the one that’s just enough to stimulate without inducing orgasm and press it to her clit for a moment, bringing her wetness forth. One I can see the glistening wetness on her pussy, I take out brand new dildo and push it deep inside.

She pulses against it, jiggling pleasantly. I grin, and slip a pair of underwear over her, forcing the toy to stay in place until I’m ready. She makes an disgruntled noise as she realizes her punishment won’t be a sudden and “brutal” taking. “There we go.” I murmur and continue my spanking. Every time she tries to push back against the penetrating object, the spankings get harder and harder.

I’m soaking wet between my own thighs. My black silk panties are dripping with juice and clinging to my folds. Finally, I feel ready to make her obey and force her to sit up. The toy sinks deeper inside as she sits up on the bed and her eyes close in joy. I sit in front of her and grab her by the ponytail, forcing her to bow between my legs and whimper.

“Lick my pussy slave.” I order and let her get a brief lick of my outer fold. “Lick it up, and swallow every last drop.” I should let you know now, I’m what they call a gusher. So when I say “Lick up every last drop.” I’m practically asking her to drink Niagara Falls. She whines and tries to pull away, but I grab on tightly and push her face deep into my honey box.

She groans and starts licking slowly, first right around the rim of my entrance, her tongue deviling in and out quickly. I felt my thighs tighten around her head and I bite my lip, not wanting to moan till the right moment. My fingers bury themselves deeper into her scalp as the motion continues. Laura puts her tongue along my folds, sucking them into her mouth and nibbling the edges. I close my eyes and think of exactly what her lips are doing down there., I imagine every caress as it happens, seeing it as if on a movie screen, where all angles are visible.

She plays her way up, all the while listening to my comments of ‘Good slave, lick that tight little pussy’, and of course, the whispered ‘I love you.’ Finally, she reaches my clit. At the first swipe of her tongue against that small circle of pleasure, I sink into the pillows and moan loudly. Her mouth plays with it again and again, sucking it into her teeth and grasping it with her escort bursa slippery jaw. I spray her chin with wetness, a mini-gasm taking me. She breaks character and giggles as the juices roll down her neck and I grin excitedly.

“Did I say you could stop woman?” I question angrily and force her back down to my clit, pressing her in deeper, almost to where she can’t breath.

“Forgive me mistress.” She gasps out and takes my clip into her mouth again. My juices have become sticky and white. She love it when I’m like that. She says they taste better. I can smell her scent from where I am and realize that as much as I’m supposed to be dominating her, I have to keep up her pleasure too, or she’ll lose the need to give me mine.

“Put your fingers between your legs.’ I order. She obeys, her hands traveling down past her breasts, over her stomach and between her legs to finger the slippery wetness. “Good slave girl. Now…rub your clit good and hard.”

She pushes her fingers close and jerks them up and down quickly, making her own thighs stick with goodness. “Oh god Kalynn!” she whines and stops her task between my legs for a moment. I allow her that moment, just because I enjoy watching her desperate. She groans and her fingers move faster and faster over her own tight pussy. I sit up, my orgasm unattained, but I’m patient, I have all night to get what I want from her. The role of master is a difficult one to play. I must make it seem as if my needs are the only ones in this game, all the while fulfilling hers.

She’s touching herself more and more, planning those slim digits deep in her honey pot and groaning. I take a small vibrator and turn it on playing with her ass for a while, collecting wetness on the toy. Just as I hear her voice arching for orgasm, I grab her hand and toss it away from her entry. She gasping in anger, threatening against me.

Without an explanation, I grab her neck and push her into the pillows, pressing the vibrator into her tight sphincter. She gasps in shock, those blue eyes widening and her mouth open. “That’s it little slave.” I smile and press it in harder. “Take it, take it like you know you want to.” I force it in and out of her, turning up the vibration and watching her squirm. “Say you like it.”

Laura can’t speak for a moment, her body’s too into the need for the toy. I groan and take the belt, slapping it against her flesh again. She jolts and whispers “yes.”

“What did you say slave?” I ask and spank her harder and harder. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“I like it.” She cries out, holding the bed sheets with a death grip. “I like it!” she moans my name out and thrusts back against the vibrator inside her.

I reach into my own pussy, pulling out the sweet nectar and drawing out words on her back.

M-I-N-E.

She knows bursa escort bayan what it means and arches towards me, practically demanding more. But no. I’m ready for my pleasure. She won’t get hers till I’ve seen her scream for it. Not till I see her ready to attack me for it. I push the toy in one last time, then slip it out, pulling her around and back between my legs.

Laura is desperate for it down. She dives in passionately, gripping my clitoris without hesitation and pulling it to her mouth. I gush the moment she touches me. The sheets are tainted with the liquid and I yell openly. “Oh yes Laura!” I can feel my orgasm only moments away. I scream and watch the next wave wash over her cheeks. “Fuck my pussy with your tongue.” I scream.

Laura laughs eagerly and does the motion with her tongue. She flicks my clit over and over again, catching it in her teeth and biting lightly, thrusting two fingers deep in my entrance. “Oh Kalynn.” She moans and works harder in harder for my pleasure. “Oh Kalynn I love you so much.”

“That’s it slave. That’s it.” I order, feeling my back arch and my hips tighten as the orgasm push outward. I let out the breath I’ve been holding, determined to stay off the orgasm and let her remain down for a few more minuets. I failed. Her tongue was too sweet against my body, too wet and perfect, slipping in exactly the right spots to drive me insane. I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed her hair and arched against her mouth. “Oh, yes, Laura! Take me!” I screamed. “Lick my clit! Oh gods baby I love you so much!”

I came all over her sweet face, my orgasm gushing out all over her face and dripping onto the bed sheets. I let her lick even past the orgasm, enjoy the way my now overly sensitive clitoris screamed against her attentions. When I finally became too much to handle, I tapped her forehead, our signal that it was too much.

She lifted her head, my pussy cream all over her lips and her fingers dripping with white juice. I know I was playing the dominatrix mistress, but you’ve never seen the way she smiles at me when she’d made me cum. I pushed myself up off the bed and hugged her close, licking my own cream off her face. “Thank you.” I whispered. “I love you.” My knees were weak and my legs felt like spaghetti noodles. I pulled her onto the bed with me.

“Did you enjoy that?” Laura asked, her fingers gripping my back and we held one another.

I laughed. As if she couldn’t tell by the small lake in the middle of the bed. “Oh gods baby.” I grinned and licked her cheek. She hates it when I do that, but all the same, I think she likes the affection. “Laura it was wonderful.”

She gives a satisfied little hum and cuddles me. Yes people, dykes cuddle after sex too. I can feel her wetness pressed against my thigh and suddenly, she moves up and down against me. “Oh, still not satisfied are we slave?” I grab her by the shoulders and flip her over onto the bed. I pull out the large dildo and poise over her like a knife ready to penetrate her breasts. “Get ready slave girl…because I’m not done with you yet.”

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I am writing this as a task for my Domme.

I was leaning over the kitchen island, staring into my glass of whiskey, and smiling about what a great day I’d just had. We hadn’t seen each other in months and I spent every day of those months looking forward to that day. In spite of all of that time spent thinking about it, I never came close to imaging just how great it would be. We had talked about doing a lot of things the next time we saw each other, but it wouldn’t have mattered what we did. I was just happy to be with you, receiving your smiles and those small glances we exchange when no one else is looking.

If I’m being honest, though, that is not entirely true. There was one thing that I desperately wanted to do that day. One thing I had been wanting for months. A thing I thought about almost daily. I looked across the kitchen at you just as you threw back the last of your drink. Your eyes locked onto mine. The look on your face told me that I might just get that one thing I’ve been wanting very soon. I lowered my eyes back down to my glass and took a sip to hide that I was smiling even bigger than before.

Because I was doing my best to get my thoughts under control, I didn’t notice that you had crossed the kitchen and walked around the left side of the island until I felt your hand slide under the back of my shirt. Your touch pulled me out of my thoughts. I felt your fingers trace up my spine, around my side and to the front of my hips, just above the top of my jeans. The front of your body pressed into the back of mine. I shut my eyes, a bit overwhelmed by all of the physical contact from you after months of none. Your lips brushed the back of my neck, not a kiss, just a light touch. You carefully placed a soft kiss behind my ear, and contrasted it with a firm, playful bite to my earlobe. My knees might have crumbled underneath bursa escort me if you didn’t have me pinned between you and the counter. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears and feel my pulse pounding in my neck. You must have felt it too because I felt your lips form a smile against my ear.

Just as quickly as you appeared behind me, you were gone, running your fingertips through the back of my hair as you walked around the other side of the island and headed for the entrance to the hallway. At the doorway, you turned back toward me and leaned up against the doorframe. Your ran your fingers through your long blonde hair, pushing it to one side before resting your head against the doorframe. Your eyes locked into mine again, this time you gave me that smile that I can’t help but smile back at.

“I’m going to bed,” you announced.

My heart sank a little. I started to wonder what that whole tease was about, but I knew it has been a long day and I’ve never been one to protest. So, I nodded, smiled back at you and took another sip. You turned over your shoulder and headed down the hallway, but halfway down you yelled back, “Are you coming or not?” In eager surprise, I tossed back what was left of my whiskey, probably more than I should have in one go but it didn’t faze me in that moment. I took off down the hallway at a light jog, but by the time I got there you had already made it to your bedroom. You had left the door slightly open and I could see a sliver of yellow light coming from the bedside lamp. When I pushed my way through the door, I was surprised to find you standing in the middle of the room facing the door. Your posture was impatient, arms crossed and weight shifted to one side.

“Took you long enough,” you teased, but you unfolded your arms with a smile. You walked toward me, hooked your fingers into escort bursa my front belt loops and pulled my hips into yours. You kissed me hard, asserting your intentions, erasing any doubt left in my mind. I brushed my thumbs along your jawline and started to thread my fingers into your hair, but you grabbed my wrists, pulled my arms out to the sides and then folded my hands behind my own head before running your hands down my shoulders and onto my chest.

“Not yet,” you whispered so quietly that I felt it as your lips moved against my own more than I heard it. I had talked about putting my hands in your hair so much, you know how desperately I wanted to. But you were going to make me wait, and I was willing to play along. I nodded my understanding and smiled back into your kiss.

While kissing down my neck, you pushed my shirt up with your left hand. Goosebumps followed the path of your lips down my body: first my neck, then my chest, stomach, and right hip. Your lips traced the line that your fingers had in the kitchen, across the front of my stomach, just above the top of my pants. I watched you kneel as you did this. The sight of you down there and the feeling of your lips along my beltline were almost too much to handle. I exhaled slowly, trying my best to keep my composure, but you made me inhale sharply when you bit the skin on my right hip. Clearly, you did not want me to keep it together. You kissed your way back up my stomach and chest to my neck where you made me inhale sharply again with another bite placed on the right side of my neck. You finished pulling my shirt up over my head and tossed it on the floor before sliding your right hand into my panties without unbuttoning my jeans. Your other hand was on my lower back, pulling me closer. Your fingers went to work, quickly working me toward an orgasm, but that wasn’t bursa escort bayan how you wanted to make me come. You guided me backward toward the bed, unfastening my jeans as you went. When we got to the edge of the bed, you pushed me back on it. Then you grabbed my jeans and underwear at the top of both hips, pulling both off in one, easy motion.

Your tongue took over for your fingers. I fell back on my elbows, trying to catch my breath without any success. I looked down at you – your pretty face looked damn good between my thighs, even better than I had imagined. I thought, maybe now you would let me touch you. So, I reached down, but before I could get anywhere near you, you grabbed my wrists again and pinned my hands to the bed. I pulled against your hands, arching my back into the bed, but you held fast onto my wrists. I realized then that you were going to make me wait until the last possible minute, but at the pace your tongue was working, I knew it wouldn’t be long.

Every exhale came out as a moan and I felt the rush building between my thighs. I looked back down at you and, almost without thinking, sighed your name. Your eyes met mine briefly. The sight of you combined with the feeling of your tongue was enough to push me right up to the edge. I pulled against your hands again and this time you decided to let go. When my wrists broke free, I buried both hands into your hair, pushing it back away from your face with my left and grasping a fistful with my right. I had thought about it a few times – the way a fistful of your hair would feel as I come – but it felt so much better than I had even imagined. I called your name again when I came, this time much louder than a sigh and surrounded by four letter words. When I finished, I feel back onto the bed. You gently kissed my inner thigh, making me inhale sharply one last time. You climbed up toward me and straddled my waist with your hands on my sternum. I looked up at you, looking down at me, while I ran my hands up your thighs and under the skirt of your dress. Now that you had finally let me touch you, I never wanted to stop.

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EMAIL FROM A FRIEND CHAP.2

Thursday evening, I phoned Lise to confirm I would be there for the week-end.

“Lise, I will leave the office tomorrow noon. Maggy will take care of closing. I will fly down in the early afternoon.”

“Good, I am impatient to see you. What time is your flight due in?”

“I don’t like commercial flights. I will fly my Cessna down, more flexibility. I will be taking off from Les Cedres and probably land at Island, if possible. If not, I will go for Buttonville. Depending on where I get an I.F.R. clearance from A.T.C. I don’t like moping around a big airport or city flying V.F.R..

“Ok, when will I know where and what time to pick you up?”

“I will give you a call before take-off to give you my E.T.A. I am more than impatient to be with you too, Lise.”

“See you tomorrow, then. I promise a good time, Fran. Be careful I still remember the fit your Mom had when you decided to learn to fly”

“Yes. I remember too.” With that we hung up. I was getting horny just earing her sexy deep voice and fantasizing about the week-end. I was sure that there would be some very hot sex with her. I never had sex with her, but I imagined all sort of hot scenes and went to sleep masturbating. And we had not seen each other for a while, so there was lots to catch up on.

She picked me up at Island, on the way to her place.

“You know, Fran, I am homesick and seriously thinking about going back. After all that time I think I could face the places where I used to go with Mario, without having a fit of tears.”

“What about Tony?”

“He knew it would be a temporary thing and that I would someday go back to Joan again.”

“Won’t he be mad or something?”

“No. He is getting older and his kids are growing so his family is becoming more important to him. Besides, he mentioned a few times that I should quit the Escort business. I am not ready for that yet.”

“You said you would quit if Mario took you back.”

“I don’t have the same feeling for Tony as I have for Mario, far from it.”

“I have to be honest with myself. If Mario was willing to take me back, I am not sure I would accept. I would be afraid to hurt him again, no matter how sincere I am in saying I would quit the business. Deep down inside myself, I am far from sure I could keep that promise.”

“This is sad, Lise.”

“I know, Fran, but I really love what I do. It is not the money.”

She had a very nice apartment with a view on Lake Ontario. She served drinks and we sat on her balcony to relax and enjoy the view.

“Fran, if I may ask. What is going on with Marge?”

“We make out, she dominates me. I love it. This was a surprise to me, finding out I am a submissive.”

“I would like to have you as a sub. You know before you got involved with Gerry, Marge and I were sort of competing to see which one could get you, but Gerry got to you and we had to back off.”

“I never suspected, Lise. But, at the time I did not even dream of being with a woman much less a sub to my own sister,”

We relaxed and later after a shower, she took me to a nice restaurant for dinner. We hit the town a bit. Back in her apartment, we undressed to get to bed, it was late. I was wondering where I would sleep. There were two bedrooms.

“Fran, stay naked and get in my bed, unless you don’t want to play. Then you can use the other bedroom.”

“I think your bed will do nicely, Lise.” She was very sexy and I was hot.

She is very sexy naked. I could see why she was a success as an escort. I was hot looking at her and getting wet. My pussy bursa escort lips swelled and my cunt throbbed. I saw she was also wet. Her cunt had a wet shine to it. Like me, she was completely shaved. Her nipples were standing out as were mine.

On the bed we kissed each other deeply, with passion, our hands running and caressing each other all over. I caressed the back of her neck with one hand and gently squeezed her breasts and nipples.

I SUBMIT TO LISE

She stopped kissing me, brought her mouth to my tits and bit them all over. She took my nipples with her teeth and pulled as she bit. This drove me crazy. Her hand massaged my cunt, grabbing my lips and pulling them hard, extracting moans and grunts from me.

“You love some pain. You are a real good slut, Fran.”

“Yes, Lise. I love some pain I crave it”

She sat on the side of the bed and dragged me across her knees by my hair. She proceeded to spank me hard with a little brush she had taken from the little bureau next to the bed. I made little yelps of pain and moans of pleasure.

“You have a nice ass. It deserves to be spanked and abused. I see you love this, slut.”

“Thank you, Lise. I need my ass spanked.”

She pushed two fingers in my cunt and her thumb in my ass and squeezed hard. I screamed with the pain I had never experience anything like that before. She kept spanking my thighs and did not let go, making me squirm twist and scream.

“Slut you will address me as Mamy. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mamy. I promise not to forget.” I orgasmed hard from pain and pleasure.

“Slut, you came all over my thighs. Lick me clean.” I licked her thighs cleaning my juices from her. I was in a state of bliss and glad to serve her. Once she was clean, she lay back and spread her legs. I was still on my knees besides the bed.

“Slut, eat me. Make me come.” Again, taking a handful of my hair she pulled my face to her cunt. I wasted no time licking and giving little bites all around it and the inside of her thighs.

Her moans and grunts were music to my ears. I realised that I was really a submissive and not only to Marge, but to any woman that took control of the situation. I put a hand under her ass and pushed a finger in her back hole. She was so wet it went in easy and I fingerfucked her ass.

“You are a good slut for your Mamy. Now, your tongue in my cunt, deep.”

I did as told. She rotated her hips, humped my mouth and pulled my face tight to her. I fingered her ass faster and pushed my tongue as far as I could in her cunt. Her grunts and moans became louder. I was so happy to please her that I orgasmed My juices were running down my thighs.

” Now bitch. My clit suck it hard and two fingers in my cunt.” I was really in heaven pleasing her I sucked and lightly bit her clit. Finger fucked her cunt with one hand and her ass with the other, It pleasured me to ear her moans and grunts she was humping my face hard.

” You are a good slut. Mamy is pleased with you don’t stop make me come hard and take all my juices bitch.”

This made me increase the energy I was putting into pleasing her. She finally came hard, she had multiple orgasms pulling my hair to bring my mouth to her cunt hard I liked and swallowed her cum there was lots of it enough to surprised me but I managed to take all of it . It was all over my face some even got on my tits. I did not think a woman could have that much juice and cum in her after she came down a bit.

” You really are a good slut and bitch. Your Mistress did not exaggerate.

She turned around knelt on the floor and laid her upper body on the bed. I knew what she wanted. I got behind her spread her ass cheeks and ran my tongue up and down her crack, escort bursa all the way from her back hole to her lower back.

“That is it, slut. Use your tongue on Mamy’s back hole. You are being a good slut for me.”

I went from her back hole, up her crack down again, I licked her hole and pushed my tongue in it, to her moans and encouragement, until she had another orgasm.

“Now you have been good. Mamy will give her slut some pleasure. Get on the bed, on your back slut.”

She took a cushion from a little love seat, put it under my ass and tied my ankles to the side of the bed to keep me spread. She tied my hand behind my head with a piece of cloth. She got a magazine, rolled it up tight and wrapped it with tape.

She spanked my cunt with the rolled magazine, and then legs and tits, going from place to place. She seemed to know just how hard to spank to get me to yell and moan, giving pleasant pain, but not too much. She was enjoying herself because this lasted a long time. I was squirming and getting more and more in need of release.

“Please Mamy let this whoring slut come she will explode.”

“Mamy will make you come slut after you earn it.”

She straddled me and took my nipples pinched them hard pulling and twisting making me scream with the pain before slapping them again hard enough to bring tears to my eyes and screams and grunts from me.

“Now slut Mamy will make you come hard and please herself too.”

From a dresser she took and harness and slipped it on. I noticed that the dildo had little bubbles all over it.

“Now my lovely slut, Mamy will give you pleasure, you earned it.” She attached nipples clamps to herself and to me. They were double clamps I had never had those used on me before.

The bubbles on the dildo drove me crazy when she pushed in my cunt. It was big and long, filling me completely. I grunted and tried to push my hips up to get it all. I had a small orgasm as it went in.

She fucked me hard, almost violently The bubbles rubbed the inside of my cunt and drove me crazy with pleasure. Everyone of her thrusts were hard and deep. My moans and screams of pleasure mixed with her grunts and moans. I was having multiple orgasms. The pleasure was intense. The bubbles on the dildo were making my insides more and more sensitive. The walls of my vagina squeezed and spasmed hard. The nipple clamps pulled my nipples as Mamy pumped me hard and increased my pleasure. Mamy fucked me with more energy and louder grunts. I was on the verge of fainting.

“Mamy is coming slut.”

I felt her shake. She rose as she gave a hard push to get all the dildo into me and pulled our nipple clamps really hard. A great pain filled my tits and radiated to my belly and cunt. I had a fantastic orgasm and fainted.

I came around to find Mamy on top of me, breathing hard and shaking, as was I.

“That was good slut. I think you fainted. Are you okay?”

“Yes, Mamy. It was good. The pleasure caused me to faint.”

We rested for a while before she got off me. I liked the big dildo in my cunt. I was sorry when she pulled out. The feeling of her pulling out gave me another little orgasm.

“Now my slut will give me some pleasure, if she is rested enough.”

“Your slut is ready to please you Mamy.”

After removing her harness. She got another one from her bureau it had three dildos attached.

“You are about the same size as me this will fit slut.”

Once fitted on me, one dildo was in my ass, the other in my cunt and the third was ready to use on her. There was a protuberance at the front that rubbed and pressed on my clit. I had never worn a harness before. It made me hot and horny. The sensation of my two holes filled gave bursa escort bayan me pleasure and anticipation of what it would feel like to fuck her with this.

“You will fuck your Mamy doggy style, slut, and you better do a good job and make her come.”

“Yes Mamy I will pleasure you.”

She went down on her hands and knees. I kissed the back of her neck, sucked on her earlobes and caressed her tits and pussy with my hands. I slowly kissed all over her back. All the time she moaned and told me not to stop. When I got down to her ass, I licked and kissed and gave little bites, hard enough to make her yelp and move her ass up and down and around. I could tell by her moans she enjoyed that. I licked down her crack and played with my tongue in her back hole. She was twisted and grunted hard. This filled me with joy. I was pleasing her. She had an orgasm from my licking her back hole and ass.

“That was good, slut. Now fuck Mamy hard.” I put the dildo to her cunt and pushed. She let the air out of her lungs with a loud oouff and a moan.

She pushed back and I slowly humped her, slipping my arms around her hips and played with her clit. She moved with me, grunting and moaning, hard and loud.

“Fuck Mamy harder slut.”

I increased my speed. The feeling for me was intense. The dildo in my ass and cunt moved and vibrated slightly as I humped her and the protuberance on the inside of the harness rubbed and pressed on my own clit. I now understood why My Mistress and Mamy got off on fucking me with this toy. I would soon come, but I tried not to. I wanted to please Mamy before I orgasmed myself.

“Mamy is about to come. Fuck her harder slut.”

I fucked harder and pulled and gently pinched her clit. I felt her cum. She began to tremble, shake and grunt loudly. This encouraged me to pull her clit harder and put all my energy in humping her. She had multiple orgasms. Her yells, grunts and trembling, under me brought my own really earth shaking orgasm. I shook and collapsed on top of her. We were both shaking and getting small orgasms, like aftershocks. We finally came down from this and did not move, breathing hard and recuperating.

“How was it for you, Fran?”

“Great. I am so weak, I am not sure I can move.”

“Same here, you are good. I would like to live close to you and enjoy you more often.”

We finally untangled from each other and exchanged long passionate kisses.

“You know, Lise, my conscience is bothering me. I feel like I cheated on Marge.”

Come with me if you have the strength to walk I will show you something. She took me in the other room turned on the computer.

“This is an e:mail from Marge on Thursday. Read it.”

The EMail

Lise,

Fran will be visiting you this week-end. She is an excellent slutty sub and can take a lot. I don’t loan her out, ever. But, you are my best friend so you have permission, if she is willing, to play with her. But make sure she is not hurt or harmed . I mean this like I never meant anything before in my life. I trust you to take good care of her.

I really miss my association with you and Joan. It gets harder every day to stay away from the business.

Love, Marge

That was a surprise. Marge had been in the escort business.

“She quit the Escort business when she met Jimmy, Fran.”

“Okay but she says she misses it.”

” She was quite good at it especially with the lady clients.

“Lets go and eat I am famished after all that exercise.”

“One more thing, Fran. If you want to play tomorrow, I will arrange something for you that will be an experience you will enjoy.”

“What will it be?”

“You have to trust me it will be a surprise for you. I will only tell you that one of my kinks is that I am a voyeur.”

“I cannot refuse anything to the best friend of my Mistress.”

Her surprise was, I would be taken to a Dungeon, for her voyeuristic enjoyment.

This will be chapter no. 3

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Julie had driven by the house many times always wondering if the subtle house that was located just outside the industrial park was legit or not. She had contemplated getting a massage and the thought of getting a massage from “one of those” places intrigued her. She had always been so conservative, never taking a chance or do anything wild or out of the ordinary was actually thinking of pulling in and if nothing else checking the place out.

Julie had always been intrigued with the idea of being pampered by another woman and if something happened along the way let’s just say the idea really turned her on. With her heart racing Julie pulled into the driveway and made her way around to the parking lot in the back so her car would be out of sight just in case. She stepped from her car and walked up to a heavily screened door. She looked up seeing a camera hanging under the eave looking down on anyone that came to the door.

Taking a deep breath Julie rang the buzzer. She stood there waiting to see if anyone was going to answer. She could hear footsteps coming toward her from inside yet no one came to the door. She looked at the camera again thinking that whoever was inside was probably checking her out. Then the door opened and a very attractive Korean woman answered the door. She was about 5’4″ with raven black hair that came just below her ears.

She had a beautiful figure and was wearing a beautiful blue silk dress with a subtle floral print. Julie wondered if she was wearing any panties since she couldn’t see any sort of panty line and she noticed the woman wasn’t wearing a bra. The woman studied Julie for a couple of moments as if she was trying to figure out why someone like Julie was doing there.

“Sorry…we not hire.” She finally said with a frown.

“I’m not looking for work. I’m interested in getting a massage if that’s alright.” Julie shot back at her.

The woman looked at her as if to say, “You want what?”

“Do you massage women, or is it just men?” Julie asked again.

“Yes, I massage…you come inside.” The woman smiled and held out her hand to Julie,

She took Julie’s hand and led her inside into what was once probably a living room. She looked around seeing a couch that looked like it came from the Salvation Army store, and a couple of mismatched end tables, and a lamp that looked like it was from the ’60’s. Despite the questionable decor, the place was neat and tidy and was much nicer than Julie had imagined.

“So how much is it for a massage?” Julie asked looking at the woman.

The woman pointed to a sign that read 1/2 hour $45…1hour $60.

“So what do you get with the half hour massage?” Julie asked the woman.

“You get massage, no oil, and no shower after.” The woman replied.

“And for the hour massage?” Julie asked again.

“Ah much better bargain. With hour you get nice massage full body massage with lotion, your choice of Swedish, deep tissue, or…” Julie interrupted her.

“Swedish, that’s the light touch right?” Julie quizzed the woman.

“Yes. It very light touch make you feel very good inside. Plus I work on any problem area, and you get shower afterward.” The woman said again.

“OK, I’ll take the hour massage.” Julie smiled.

Good choice. You pay now.” The woman said holding her hand out.

Julie handed the $60 to the woman and followed her into a room. It was dimly lit with soft music playing and the smell of incense but not overpowering. There was a large mattress on the floor and ranks of lotions on the wall. The woman told Julie to undress and that she would be right back.

“Do I take off all my clothes?” bursa escort Debbie stopped and asked her.

“Yes unless you want oil on them. Now please get undress and I be right back.” The woman said before walking out the door.

Julie undressed folding her clothes neatly and placing them on a table. Then she lay down waiting for the woman to return. Julie was still nervous wondering what she had gotten herself into and if she’d made a bad choice. She could still get dressed and leave. She jumped when there was a tap on the door and the door opened. She looked over her shoulder to see the woman return with a smile on her face making Julie feel at ease.

“Relax. I give you good massage.” She said kneeling down beside Julie.

The woman started working on Julie’s neck and shoulders as Julie sighed from her beautiful relaxing touch. She could feel the tension and the anxiety leaving her body as the woman continued working her neck and shoulders. As she worked on Julie they made small talk.

“So…what you name?” The woman asked.

“My name is Julie.” She replied.

“My name Kim, you enjoy massage so far.” Kim asked her.

“Oh yes Kim…you have a beautiful touch.” Julie answered.

Kim continued working on Julie, her soft feathery touches moving down Julie’s back. Kim moved her hands along Julie’s sides, her palms touching the exposed part of Julie’s breasts as she lay on her stomach. Feeling Kim’s hands on her breasts even just the small exposed portion sent erotic chill through her body. She wanted more and raised herself up slightly exposing more of her breasts wondering if Kim would get the hint. She felt so wicked but at the same time so aroused. As Kim moved her hands back up Julie’s side not only did Kim moved her hands along the more exposed portion of Julie’s breasts Kim paused and just held them for a moment. Julie heard herself moan softly from Kim’s touch.

“You like my touch you there?” Kim leaned forward and whispered in Julie’s ear,

“Oh YES,” Julie sighed.

“You naughty girl, you like more special massage?” Kim laughed softly.

Debbie felt as if her head was going to explode from arousal of Kim’s touch.

“Yes…yes I do.” Julie said with a slight moan escaping her lips.

“Alright…I do for you. When men come in and want special massage I change them $100 more, but I like you. I not charge you more.” Kim said with a big smile.

Kim then made her way down to Julie’s lower back causing her to wonder what Kim had in mind when she offered to do more. She found her heart throbbing again as Kim hands moved down her back toward her ass causing Julie to wonder if Kim was going to touch her there. She was a little disappointed when Kim avoided her backside and moved her hands down her leg instead.

Kim started working her left leg paying attention to her feet and calf but Julie’s disappointment was soon replaced with pleasure as Kim kneaded her tired calf muscles. After a few minutes Kim’s light feathery touches returned as her fingers began to move up the back of Julie’s leg. Her hands moved higher and higher up Julie’s leg sliding to the inside moving closer and closer to her inner thighs.

Julie parted her legs slightly giving Kim better access should she decided to touch her in a more erotic way. Kim’s fingers moved along her inner thigh as Julie hoped Kim was going to touch her pussy. But to her disappointment Kim moved her hands back down onto Julie’s legs then slowly moved her hands back up and onto Julie’s ass. Julie decided to stop trying to anticipate Kim’s every move and just relax and enjoy the massage.

Adding more lotion Kim bursa escort bayan began caressing Julie’s ass. Kim teased her as she moved her finger tips along the cleft at the top of her ass making Julie squeal. She felt Kim’s fingers move along her ass as if she were going to slide her hands between her cheeks any second. As Kim leaned forward Julie felt her foot touching the soft skin of Kim’s leg. She realized that her foot was now between Kim’s legs and she could feel Kim’s dampness on her foot.

Just at that moment Kim slipped her fingers between Julie’s cheeks, and began moving her fingers up and down her ass pausing as her fingers brushed Julie’s asshole. Feeling her fingers teasing her ass sent even more erotic jolts though her body down to her pussy. As Kim continued teasing her she suddenly realized that Kim was moving her pussy along her foot masturbating herself as she eased her finger slowly into Julie’s ass. The feeling was unbelievable as Julie raised her hips to meet Kim’s probing fingers.

Julie felt Kim’s other hand move between her legs again only this time her fingers were moving across her labia teasing her as she parted Julie’s folds and began exploring her pussy. She felt Kim’s lips on her back as Kim kissed her way down Julie’s spine to her ass where she started teasing her cleft with her tongue. Julie was about to scream out as her passion started to boil over.

“Now you turn over.” She heard Kim say just before she was about to explode into orgasm.

Needless to say Julie was more than a little disappointed. As she turned over and lay down on her back she saw Kim had taken off her dress and now they were both totally naked. Kim was on her knees smiling at Julie not saying a word as if she were posing for her. Kim cupped her breasts in her hands as Julie watched her rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

Kim’s nipples were now so hard and erect. Julie thought about taking them in her mouth and sucking on them but now her eyes scanned down Kim’s body focusing on Kim’s dark bush. Julie found herself wanting to move between Kim’s legs just to feel the softness of her bush on her cheek. Julie had often fantasized about making love to another woman and now if things worked out right she had the chance of making her fantasy come true.

“You like?” Kim asked.

“Yes very much, but why did you stop it felt so good?” Julie smiled

Kim just smiled as she poured more lotion into her hand and started spreading it over Julie’s legs. She began massaging the lotion in as she moved her hands up Julie’s legs still smiling. Then she did something totally unexpected. She maneuvered herself over Julie’s left foot and then lowered her pussy down onto her toes. Julie could feel the dampness between her legs as Kim started moving her pussy back and forth over Julie’s toes.

Julie knew she should have been disgusted but somehow it seemed so erotic. Julie worked her toes between Kim’s folds and started gently wiggling them as Kim closed her eyes and started moaning softly. Now it was Julie’s turn to pleasure Kim. Kim rose up and started caressing her own breasts began twisting and tugging at her own nipples as Julie continued wiggling her toes in Kim’s pussy.

Kim was soon moaning and lost in her own passion as Julie watched the expression on her face. Kim was sliding back and forth working Julie’s toes around in her pussy and sliding up so her toes were teasing her clit. It was such a turn on to watch Kim using her foot as a sex toy. Just as she thought Kim was going to cum Kim moved so that Julie’s toes were now between her cheeks and sliding over her ass.

Kim was escort bursa gasping and moaning as she reached down and started rubbing her clit furiously taking herself toward what was surly going to be a powerful orgasm. Suddenly her body stiffened and Kim was rocked with an orgasm that shook her entire body. After a few minutes Kim smiled and parted Julie’s legs. Kim placed her face between her legs and began exploring Julie’s pussy.

Never had anything felt so erotic, her first time with a woman was going to be better than she had ever imagined. Julie gasped and squealed out as Kim continued running her tongue over her pussy exploring and teasing her to the point that she wanted to scream out in passion. The more she explored Julie with her tongue the more aroused Julie became.

Kim parted Julie’s folds allowing her juices to flow down onto her tongue as she started running her tongue up and down Julie’s wet pussy. Nothing not any kind of fantasy or imagination could have prepared Julie for the divine sensations that she was now experiencing. The more Kim licked and sucked her pussy the more she wanted to do the same to Kim.

“Kim…let me taste you to. Come up here and let me taste your pussy…please Kim let me lick your sweet pussy!” Julie pleaded.

As Kim raised her head Julie’s juices glistening on her lips and chin as she smiled and maneuvered around lowering her pussy onto Julie’s face. Julie reached up and guided Kim’s pussy down toward her tongue but no before pausing to look at her beautiful sex. Her lips were full and thick and her clit looked large as Julie slowly brought Kim’s pussy down onto her face. Her pussy was so wet and warm and filled with her love juices.

Her aroma was as erotic as Julie instinctively guided her tongue over Kim’s pussy while Kim in the meantime was working her fingers deep into Julie’s pussy. Julie continued exploring Kim’s pussy taking her time never having licked a woman before. She wanted to take her time and savour every moment of it as if it was going to be her only time to ever experience this.

She slipped her tongue past Kim’s folds and immediately found her opening where she eased her tongue inside and started tongue fucking Kim. Kim responded by gyrating her hips and grinding her pussy into Julie’s face while she took Julie’s clit into her mouth and began sucking it while she filled Julie’s pussy with as many fingers as she could manage. Julie moved from Kim pussy spreading her cheeks while as she started running her tongue up and down Kim’s ass.

She found Kim’s asshole to be very sensitive judging from Kim’s response. Julie eased her tongue into Kim’s ass and began tonguing her while Kim was taking Julie closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly Julie felt her pussy start to tremble and her clit throb as one powerful orgasm after another surged through her body.

Once she had finished cumming Julie rolled Kim onto her back and moved between her legs and filled Kim’s pussy with as many fingers as she could manage just as Kim had done to her. She worked her fingers inside Kim’s pussy listening to Kim’s moans of pleasure. Julie couldn’t believe how incredible it was to make love to someone as beautiful as Kim and to watch her become more and more aroused as she made love to her. Julie loved the taste of Kim’s pussy as she ran her tongue over it and then took her clit between her lips again listening to Kim’s moans of sheer pleasure.

Julie continued sucking and fingering Kim’s pussy taking her closer and closer to what she hoped would be a powerful orgasm. Kim grabbed Julie’s head pushing her pussy into Julie’s face as her body shook as the orgasms washed over her. Afterward the two women lay in one another’s arms kissing and cuddling until it was time for Julie to leave.

From that day forward Julie had a standing appointment every Friday for a massage and a round of beautiful woman to woman love.

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YARDWORK

Chapter 1

“SON of a BITCH!!”

What was left of the bush I was trying to remove from my yard was not cooperating, and I was not happy.

“I don’t think that that’s what they meant when they said to talk to your plants, Tom.” Startled, I looked up to see who had responded to my outburst. Standing in the greenway behind the yard was Lisa, my neighbor, my delightful little doll of a neighbor. A smidge over five feet tall, with a face like Bridget Bardot surrounded by shoulder length chestnut hair and curves that could turn the Pope into a raging horndog. Fifty years old going on twenty-two, a hundred or so pounds of deliciousness.

We had talked frequently enough, sharing funny memes and jokes and enjoying photographing the unusual birds near our homes, the egrets and herons and migrating geese. She and I had been flirting for years, and despite suggestive language, revealing clothing, and “accidental” rubs of key body parts against me, nothing serious had ever transpired. She had mastered the art of taking things right to the edge before backing off and I had long ago forgotten about ever hooking up. I have never been into playing games, and I certainly wasn’t going to start now. But what a view.

Oh holy shit. Look at that, the high beams are on. Eyes up, boy.

“Uh, yeah. I’m trying to get this out, but it has other ideas.” Oh fuck me, that is a world class rack. Cleavage and nips, and no bra. What could be better?

“Did you soak the ground before you started digging?”

“Yeah, I did, but this thing has been here since the house was built and the roots go deep.” And could those shorts be any smaller? Ooo, I just love me that tiny ass.

She stepped toward the bush and knelt on the other side of it, facing me. Leaning forward to see what I had done, the scoop neck of her shirt dropped a bit more, giving me a pretty much full on view of her magnificent globes, her nipples straining to poke through the fabric. Oh jeebus have mercy, I could get lost in those babies.

She interrupted my reverie. “Ahem.” Uh…”AHEM.” I lifted my gaze to meet hers, her large grey-green eyes locked on me.

“Geez, dude. It’s not like you’ve never seen tits before.”

No time like the present. “But I’ve never seen yours, and they are magnificent.” She actually blushed and dipped her eyes demurely, then looked back at me.

“Touché.” We both held the stare for a few seconds before she spoke, looking down at the bush.

Her breath caught up short. “Wh…wh…what seems to be causing the problem?”

“I think it’s the taproot. This thing has been here for over 50 years and the taproot is very hard and very deep.” I watched her face to gauge her reaction to my obvious double entendre.

“Well, if you got it wet enough it would slide out easily,” she fired back immediately. Oh goddam, she gives as good as she gets. “Did you use your fingers to feel for a place to cut it?” Zing.

“Yeah, I got three of them way into the hole, but couldn’t find it.” Back atcha.

“Just like a man.” Game, set, match. I could see I was outclassed. “So what’s your next step?”

“Probably just dig all around it down about two feet down and cut it off there.”

“Sounds like a plan. Before you start doing that, can I get some water? Watching people work makes me thirsty.”

So I was going to have an audience. “Sure, I have some inside.” I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of bottles out of the refrigerator. Returning to the yard, I found her settled into a chaise, doing that fanning thing where they grab the neck of their shirt and pump air across their chest. Yep, just as I thought. No tittie binder, and those babies are fucking trophies. Best in class.

“Thanks, handsome.” She rolled the chilled bottle on her neck and the moisture that had accumulated on it rolled down her chest and under the shirt. “Fuck, it’s hot.” With a smile at her I turned to my task. Hot, indeed.

She was right about the heat, and I was sweat soaked in minutes. When I stripped off my t-shirt, I heard a noise from her direction that sounded like “Wow.” I smiled to myself; I was pretty proud of my physical condition, the product of hours in the gym and lots of physical labor at home. I knew I wasn’t an Adonis, but even in my fifties I was NOT going to become a fat, flabby old man if I had anything to say about it.

Taking a long, cold drink from my own bottle, I glanced at her. She had rolled up the hem of her tiny shirt, exposing her rock hard abs and the bottom half of her splendid rack. I do love underboob, it leaves just enough to the imagination and is sexy as hell.

“Well, someone is getting comfortable.”

“Not really,” she answered. “It’s still too fucking hot.” She languidly stretched out her tanned legs on the chaise, lifting her arms back over her head and pulling the shirt up farther, briefly exposing the bottoms of her darker görükle escort pink aureoles. She noticed my stare and brought her arms down, smiling and wagging her finger at me like I was a misbehaving child. Oh, fuck me to hell. I’m about a minute away from jumping her.

“Back to work, you.”

It was difficult concentrating on a chore with this petite little goddess lying there mostly naked, but I managed to get most of the hole dug. “OK, that’s enough,” she called to me after about half an hour. “You’re making me tired just watching you. Come over and talk to me.” You don’t have to tell me that more than once.

I couldn’t help but notice her tiny shorts, really not much more than loose boy shorts. Even with her small stature they made her legs, her shapely legs, look longer as she reclined comfortably, and I wondered if she was going commando. My appreciative gaze wandered along her entire length as she spoke. She is one beautiful woman, she is. And my shorts are becoming quite tight.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Yes, very much.” No point in being coy. I want to fuck your brains out, lady.

“So what do you do with your time since you retired? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Whatever I feel like doing, whenever I feel like doing it. I like to say that being retired means I have nowhere to be and no time I have to be there. Bike, gym, travel, read, whatever. And I see who I want to see, but no, no one special.” I had retired from the Army, taught for a few years, and my simple needs meant I lived a pretty comfortable life. Two failed marriages with no ongoing financial obligations had taught me valuable life lessons.

She looked at me for a long moment, seeming to consider my words.

I continued. “Now I have a question for you.”

“Yes?”

“Do you enjoy torturing me?”

“Torture?

“Yes, that’s the word. Between the amount of skin you’re showing me and your obvious flirting, we both know where this is going. Why today? Why now?”

“Where do you think this is going?”

“Don’t be coy. You’ve been teasing me since the first time I met you. You always come on all sexy and hot, rubbing against me, making sure you’re wearing your sexiest clothes, flashing some skin now and then, and leading with one double entendre after another. But when I start to call you on it you immediately start backpedaling, suddenly having something else to do. Don’t be a tease.”

“I’m not…

“Yes, you are. You are a stunningly beautiful woman who is about two seconds away from being completely nude on my patio, I am a typical red-blooded American male who appreciates beauty, and you’re coming on to me yet again. Time to show your hand, girl.”

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” Her voice had softened almost to a whisper.

“Um, yeah. You have to know the effect you have on men.”

“No one ever tells me that.” Her lower lip actually quivered.

“Then you’ve been hanging out with the wrong people. You look like a fucking goddess.”

“Thank you. I’ll be honest. I think I was fishing for those compliments. My ex spent years putting me down, especially when he was drinking, and I’ve had a lot of trouble getting past that. My ego needed a boost.”

“I don’t believe in insincere praise. I meant every word I said.”

“I know you did, that’s why I like you. Give me a hug.”

I leaned forward and laid my head next to hers. Her arm came up around my neck and she held me to her for a long moment. “Thank you again,” she whispered into my ear. “You make me feel special.” I lifted my head and looked into her gorgeous eyes from six inches away.

“Lisa, when you know how special you are, you can do anything. What other people think is of no consequence.”

Are those tears I see forming? I barely had a moment to consider the questions when she pulled my head to her face and our lips met, gently lingering together for several seconds. Her lips were soft, eminently kissable, and tasted faintly of something minty. We broke the kiss and I sat back down.

Without a word, she briefly sat up, and crossing her arms, grabbed the tiny shirt and whipped it off over her head. Her magnificent breasts were now fully exposed. She sat back down and stared at me, her eyes challenging me to do something.

Sweet mother of god, I do believe I have achieved Nirvana. Now, at my age I had certainly seen more than my share of boobs up close and personal. Small ones, big ones, perky ones, flabby ones, once or twice even enormous ones, but never — never — had I seen tits so perfect.

And “perfect” didn’t begin to describe them; they were magnificent. They were large for a woman her size, maybe a C cup, and stood straight and proud on their own. They were natural, with no signs of artificial enhancement, two glorious half cantaloupes siting firm and upright. The lack of a tan line indicated time spent either on a tanning bed or sunbathing au naturel. Each one eskort bayan was a perfect monument to femininity on its own; together they were Venus de Milo, Boticelli’s Venus, and the Playmate of the Year wrapped into one.

Her nipples were prominent, the aureoles just the perfect size around them, and contrasted nicely with the firm skin of her mounds. The valley between them cried out for attention, for an endless string of kisses or even a bed for the hardon that was struggling to escape the confines of my shorts.

“Holy shit,” was all my racing mind could conjure. She smiled.

With that smile still on her face and her grey-green orbs locked on me, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her tiny shorts, and lifting her hips slightly slid them down her legs and off. I was right, nothing underneath them except her skin. The image was complete. Holy fuck, I can’t breathe. This is not real.

And there she was, in all her glory. I couldn’t help but notice her small and well-groomed but still prominent bush, a feature I have to admit I enjoy as I don’t like my partners to look like they’re prepubescent children. Trimmed to a nice little triangle, pointing the way to paradise. Her inner lips were prominent, showing just a hint of pink from this angle. Is that a drop of moisture I see? I can smell the desire.

Her astounding chest was accentuated by the rock-hard plain of muscle from which it rose. Not an ounce of excess there, no. Her hips were narrow, promising a nice, tight ass, and she had just the right amount of curve as they flared out from her waist.

Shitfire, even her tummy is sexy.

Something else struck me — she was ink free. I am not a big fan of tats; while a discreet little flower or butterfly might be a nice touch, the huge sleeves and body coverings leave me cold as I think they distract from a woman’s natural beauty and make her resemble a biker mama or a stripper. Tramp stamps bug me: maybe it’s my age, but I find them off-putting. There was nothing on her perfect body to distract from the breathtaking image before me, her skin covered with a thin sheen of perspiration in the beating sun. Too fucking sexy.

Her voice broke my reverie. “You look uncomfortable in those shorts.” She raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Uh, yeah, a bit. I need to do two things first.”

“Really? What…” she stopped as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers in a long, passionate kiss. Our faces melted together as our tongues danced. My left hand enclosed one of her breasts as she sighed contentedly, gently but insistently kneading her firm flesh. I squeezed her nipple with my thumb and forefinger as she moaned into my mouth. My hand brushed lightly across her other breast as I broke our kiss and bent to brush my lips across her abs, deferring my anticipated devouring of her glorious rack.

Fer chrissake, this is unbelievable. What a body.

My left hand gently stroked her leg as I kissed her midsection. So this is was the term “silky smooth skin” means…

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” she sighed.

“Not when a goddess is waiting, no.” My lips traces across her midsection, lower and lower, the salty tang of her sweat a suitable seasoning on the fest before me. Her musk filled my senses.

“Any straight man would willingly give up a body part to be where I am right now,” I told her. “But right now, it’s about you.” I dropped to the ground and knelt at her feet. I rested my hands lightly on the inside of her knees and directly met her gaze. She licked her lips in anticipation.

“You deserve to feel good about yourself,” I continued, “and I want to help you feel really, really good about everything today.” I bent to kiss the inside of her left calf, and slowly but inexorably kissing my way up her legs. A slight moan escaped her lips and she rolled her head back. Her legs relaxed and parted slowly.

I couldn’t resist an occasional glance up the length of her body, across the strong, firm thighs, the flat washboard abs, the mountains of delight lingering on the horizon. Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened just a crack as her tongue teased her lips. My lips grazed the insides of her thighs and her legs moved farther apart.

Resisting the urge to grind my face into her delightful honey pot, I suspended my face inches away and let my hot breath tickle it. Extending my tongue, I lightly touched it with just the tip, running it the length of her slit. A quivering moan escaped her barely parted lips.

Now, allow me to momentarily digress. I love eating pussy; it is about my favorite sexual act short of actually cumming. It’s infinitely intimate, simultaneously allowing a woman to expose her vulnerability while allowing a man to demonstrate how safe she is doing that. It is a gift from a man to his lover, a total focus on elevating her pleasure while subjugating his own for the moment. And I have found that women altıparmak escort who genuinely enjoy getting head are usually more than willing to give it in return.

But back to the task at hand. I moved my face in closer and lowered it, inserting my tongue into her canal and pressing my lips against her mound. As I slid up her dripping slit, my upper lip rubbed across her clit and fully exposed it, the rough surface of the tongue finally dragging slowly across it and turning her soft moans into slurred words of pleasure.

“Uuuuuhhhhh fuck yes oh fuck yes oh fuck yes…” I thought she was going to cry as I flicked her little man with the tip of my tongue. Her scent filled my nostrils and she whimpered.

Time to take this to the next level. Her knees were slightly lifted on either side of my head, so I moved my hands under them. With a gentle but insistent pressure I lifter her knees upward and toward her chest, lifting her hips and parting her box even more as I pressed my mouth firmly against it, burying my tongue as far as I could into her waiting hole. Her moans turned into outright screams.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODYESYESYES!!!!!!!!!” Her hands grabbed the back of my head and crushed it to her pussy as I drink in her hot juices. I continued to lick and suck and kiss every inch of her sex, this moment inserting my tongue and the next sucking on her swollen clit. Again and again I licked the length of her, pausing at the top to flick her button with the tip of my expert tongue. Without removing my mouth, I inserted a finger into her and curved it up, seeking that very special spot. I found it quickly and added another finger as she writhed and moaned. That finally did it.

“Ohfuckmeyesthatsamazingohshitimcumming……” I felt her body tense and her pelvis lift as her orgasm came closer. “Yesyesyesyes…” With a final push, she grabbed my head with both hands and pressed it tightly against her dripping box as her body quivered and her honey pot pulsed against my mouth and hand. “Unnngghhhhhhhh…”she grunted as wave after wave of release flowed through her. She was gripping my head so tightly that I could barely breathe, but I was going to see her through this.

As her orgasm subsided, she finally relaxed her grip on my head enough for me to grab a deep lungful of air. She was panting, gulping precious oxygen, her chest heaving and her body now dripping with sweat.

“Son. Of. A. Bitch.” she grunted. “I have never cum that hard in my entire life. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

“I’m guessing you liked it,” I replied from between her thighs.

“Uh, yeah, you could say that,” she chuckled. “Jesus H, that was great.” She was still catching her breath, her delicious mounds heaving.

Not wanting to lose the moment, I stood and gazed at her arrayed before me as I quickly unfastened my shorts and pushed them and my boxers down my legs, stepping out of them. Straddling the chaise, I slid my legs under hers and used my hands to support the backs of her knees. She was now bent almost in half, her soaked pussy wide open, the brown bud of her ass just below, my now raging hardon resting on her prominent labia.

Moving only my hips, I slid back enough to bring the head of my engorged cock to her opening, then slowly, ever so slowly, pushed my hips forward so it entered her. I could see her eyes widen and heard a small gasp as I pushed into her with exquisite slowness. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I moved my hips more, inexorably pushing more and more of my engorged cock into her until my balls rested on her ass, her sweet wetness surrounding and caressing my burning rod.

“Careful buddy, I’m still pretty sensitive from that tongue lashing you just gave me.” Holding myself tight against her dripping honey pot, I rotated my hips so my cock would describe a circle inside her, our eyes still locked on each other.

“Now where did you learn that trick?” she gasped.

“Something I picked up along the way,” I answered. “Just enjoy it.” I began slowly stroking my rod into her, out a bit then back in, slowly but insistently. A whimper escaped her lips. I began to increase the pace of my pumping, my balls pressing against her delightful ass with each stroke. A small whimper escaped her lips and her eyes closed.

Slowly easing her legs down over mine, I slid my hands up her thighs and over her hips, down the sides of her ribcage until my hands could reach underneath her shoulders. With gentle but insistent pressure I indicated that I wanted her to sit up, so she grasped my arms and together we brought her to an upright position and onto my lap so she faced me with her legs around my waist and my cock still buried in her. Our lips crushed together, and our tongues sought out the other voraciously, her breasts smashed against my upper chest. My hands grasped her delightful ass cheeks and moved with her as her own hips took up the rhythm and she moved up and down on me. Breaking the kiss, she buried her face on my shoulder and focused on the sheer physicality of our act and the orgasm again building in her.

“I don’t believe this, I’m gonna cum again,” she whispered next to my ear, the pace of her movements increasing.

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After continuing their sexual dalliance over the previous weekend when Bai-Ma had initiated Xavier into the pleasures a woman could provide to his phallic enormity with her hands and her mouth; after he had discovered that he could make a woman climax violently with his mouth performing cunnilingus on her; after all that, she had finally introduced him to the intricacies of what the french called soixante-neuf, the 69 sex position. But then he had to contend with her menstrual period which had caused a slight hiatus in their recent carnality, although it didn’t stop her from taking him in her mouth one dark sultry night in the middle of the week. But that was finally over, having come and gone like clockwork, after five days.

The following morning, Bai-Ma woke to the sound of thunder and the splattering of heavy raindrops on the foliage outside. The monsoon was clearly not over. She followed her usual routine of having a cup of tea before the next 45 minutes spent in completing her morning toilette. At 6:30, she took an umbrella from the stand outside her door and walked to the outhouse. Javi was in the bathroom when she began her chores.

Xavier had gone for his regular morning jog and was completely soaked when he got back, having been caught in the downpour about fifteen minutes into his run but he’d decided to go ahead and complete his circuit. He kicked his shoes off at the entrance to his lodge and walked in his sodden socks and clothes to the bathroom where he hurriedly stripped himself of all his garments, throwing them all into a corner. Turning the temperature up to 40 degrees centigrade, he stepped under the shower head and let the warm water bathe him for a few minutes before he shampooed his hair and soaped his body.

After scrubbing himself with a loofah, he let the water run over him as he palmed over the silken feel of his wet body. When his hands reached his genitals, he lifted his limp but heavy phallus and stroked along its detumescent length and thought of Bai-Ma. He had never really considered or paid much attention to his cock, other than to ensure that he maintained a good hygienic discipline after he masturbated. He had become more conscious of his genitalia only recently after she had introduced him to the sensuous carnal pleasures of their bodies. As he stroked himself, thinking of Bai-Ma and knowing she would be in his rooms soon, he realised that his penis was growing to an erection.

He turned the shower off and stepped out of the glass cabinet on to the bath mat in front and reached out to pick up a large soft towel that was folded on the vanity shelves under the sink. He dried himself thoroughly and then began towelling his hair as he stepped out of the bathroom and blindly turned left towards his bedroom, the towel like a veil over his head as he ruffled his hair under it.

Bai-Ma was already sweeping the front room when Xavier exited the bathroom; she paused and turned to look at him but he obviously didn’t see her. Instead, she saw his naked back as he dawdled to the bedroom still vigorously rubbing his head with the towel; she stood still and marvelled at the sight of his strong and firm buttocks, the chiselled V-shape of his torso, and the muscles on his back and his calves. He didn’t shut the door behind him but nevertheless disappeared from her field of vision as he walked towards the other side of his room where the built-in wardrobe was located. Bai-Ma continued sweeping the floor with the long-handled grass broom, smiling contentedly to herself.

Xavier threw the damp towel on to his bed and turned towards his wardrobe, wondering to himself why Bai-Ma hadn’t come yet. He looked past the flimsy sheer curtains and thought she was late possibly because of the rain; he also wondered how the hell he was going to get to his first class on time. Looking at the full length mirror and seeing himself naked, his thoughts flitted to Bai-Ma again; just picturing her in his mind resulted in a stirring in his genitals. His hand went to his dangling penis and he hefted it with his thumb and fingers, feeling the weighty organ start to slowly grow thicker.

He suddenly heard noises coming from the passageway outside the kitchen; sounds of the broom closet creaking open, sounds of a broom clanging against a metal bucket. He hurriedly grabbed a folded pair of briefs inside a drawer and pulled them on, stuffing his phallus into it and hoping it would subside quickly. “Good morning, Javi,” he heard Bai-Ma call from somewhere in the kitchen, her voice carrying over the sound of water falling from the tap into the bucket. He pulled on a sleeveless muscle vest and grabbed a pair of denim jeans from a hanger and quickly pushed his feet through them.

“Hi Bai-Ma!” he called out loudly as he took a fresh white cotton shirt and put that on, buttoning down the front and rolling up the sleeves till just below his elbows. He untidily shoved the shirt tail into the waist band of his jeans as he walked out of the bedroom escort bayan bursa in search of her. He couldn’t understand how she could sound as if nothing had transpired between them the night before, or the weekend for that matter.

She had taken the pail of water into the living room, along with a large rag; he could the smell the citrus aroma of the disinfectant drops that she would have put into the water. Any hopes he may have entertained a few minutes earlier about losing his phallic erection went up in smoke when he saw her down on her haunches, wringing the soaking floor mop into the bucket. Like he had seen so many times before, she had pulled up her saree and revealed her knees and the bottom half of her lower limbs as she crouched. The long drape of her saree was wound around her waist and the loose end tucked into the waistline. Her blouse, with its boat-shaped neckline revealed the deep cleavage between her breasts which were squashed by her thighs as she hunched down, her arm swabbing the floor in short arcs of the rag.

The rain was coming down in buckets, the deluge showing no signs of abating in the near future. Xavier moved from one side of the room to another as Bai-Ma meticulously covered every inch of the floor before moving on to the corridor and then his bedroom. He followed her silently, looking sometimes at her back and the width of her saree clad hips, and at other times looking at her front and her magnificent bosom. She didn’t speak a word nor gave any indication that she might be thinking about their sexual romp the previous night.

When she’d finished mopping the floor, she took the bucket and mop to the bathroom, cleaned both and then returned them to their rightful places. After she’d washed her hands, Bai-Ma went to the kitchen to make sure there were no dishes that required rinsing and. When she was satisfied that the scullery was tidy and orderly, she used a dry washcloth to wipe the sink dry. Suddenly, she felt Javi’s strong arms wrap around her and pull her backwards against his solid body. She dropped the washcloth and exclaimed in surprise, saying “Javi! You frightened me!” her hands going to his forearms in a half-hearted attempt at freeing herself from his bear hug.

Xavier was frustrated and desperate; his palms were on Bai-Ma’s bare midriff rising up to her breasts which he grabbed in both hands, forgetting that she had seemed to be in some pain the previous day when he kneaded her boobs for a few seconds.

“Javi! No! Please, not now,” using a tone that attempted to be severe. But she knew his youthful wantonness was getting the better of him, his libidinous cravings reflecting the turbulent hormones raging in his body. The fingers of one his hands pushed their way under the neckline of her blouse and then his entire hand was clamped over the left cup of her brassiere. He mauled it with a certain feverishness as he buried his face into the crook between her neck and shoulder from the back, pressing his hips against her buttocks. Bai-Ma felt the bulge inside his denims against the pliant fleshiness of her arse as he continued to paw her breast.

“Javi, please stop,” she tried again but Xavier seemed to have lost control of his mind. With his left hand, he gripped her wrist and dragged her hand down and behind her, placing it on the swelling in his jeans, rubbing over the outthrust prominence. He simultaneously gyrated his hips, pushing himself against her hand and her saree covered derriere while trying to undo the buttons of her blouse with his other hand.

Bai-Ma knew she had to stop him, yet she herself was beginning to get aroused, wanting very much to get naked and strip Javi of his clothes as well. Of course she wasn’t going to do any such thing but the strength in his hands was going to be difficult to deter. With his grip on her left wrist, she realised he was fumbling with the zipper in front of his pants and before she could react, he had pulled the fastener down. He then held her fingers in a bunch and thrust them inside the fly so that her palm forcibly rested on the massive mound inside his underwear. He had also managed to open the front of her blouse with his right hand and was pushing it under the brassiere. When she felt his fingers against one of her nipples, Bai-Ma suddenly turned around a little forcefully to face Javi.

“Javi, listen to me,” she said softly, trying to soothe his ardour and hopefully settle his raging hormones. Javi had been forced to release his grip on her wrist when she made that manoeuvre.

“Bai-Ma, please, please, please,” he said in a guttural whisper, “please, just touch me down there. Please, only touch me.” He took her right hand in his, more gently this time, and pushed it inside the opening of his jeans as he lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck. She began to relent, thinking that he was in a hopeless irredeemable state at that moment and perhaps the only solution was to give him some form of release. bursa sinirsiz eskort Bai-Ma looked down past her buxom double-D cup bra, exposed because of the open blouse flaps, and pushed her hand deeper into his denim fly. She then slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs and gripped the massive erection.

While she manipulated Javi’s cock with her hand and extracted it from the opening in front of his groin, he lowered his head towards her breasts. With both hands, he pushed the cups of her brassiere down and scooped out her humongous breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth. While he sucked on her left teat, Bai-Ma began stroking and tugging his fully erect rod, standing fierce and erect out of his denim jeans. He groaned as the muscles of his mouth made a deep vacuum that pulled the tip of Bai-Ma’s breast; he was holding on to the tractable mound of her flesh with one hand as his other went around her. Xavier began pumping his hips into the sheath that she had made with her hand around the girth of his penis; then he lowered his hand behind her till he was clutching her arse through the folds of her saree.

Bai-Ma loved Javi but she was thinking how, in the short span of time since the previous weekend, she had taken an innocent virgin boy and made him into a hypersexual obsessive. Nevertheless, she understood his needs and the euphoric rapture of one so young to whom sex was a novelty he had only just discovered. She increased the pace of her hand, tugging feverishly and his rock hard manhood, wanting to bring him to his climax.

Xavier barely managed to hold back for two, maybe three, minutes before he felt the familiar tingle on the inside of his thighs. Bai-Ma had also learned the signals; she felt him tense, all his muscles becoming taut, and quickly brought her other hand to Javi’s cock and cupped it like a shield in front of his red hot glans just as he began to erupt with a loud groan. She closed both palms over the tip of his cock as he spewed out a surprising quantum of semen considering she had brought him to an orgasm barely eight hours ago. Bai-Ma finally formed a cup, or a bowl, with both hands held together and let his cum pool at the base through some deft manoeuvring. When he had finished releasing his fluids, she quickly turned back to the kitchen sink behind her and rinsed her hands. She spritzed a couple of jets of hand wash into her palm and washed up before ripping a length of tissue paper from the roll and handing it to Javi so he could wipe himself.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, she looked at him wiping himself as she pulled up the cups of her bra over her breasts and adjusted them to a comfortable position. As Xavier was putting his penis back into his trousers, Bai-Ma did up the buttons of her blouse and straightened her saree, un-knotting the drape from around her waist and throwing it over her shoulder after adjusting the pleats. She looked at her beautiful boy and saw a rather sheepish expression on his face as he avoided looking at her. She looked at the small time-piece on the kitchen shelf and realised she still had about 15 minutes before she had to go to the mistress’ rooms.

It was till pouring outside and clearly Javi had no intention of going to college in this weather. She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen, heading towards the living room. Xavier followed her lamely, not quite sure what to do; he had surprised himself with the frenetic behaviour that he had just displayed and felt a little ashamed. They both sat on the divan, side by side, before Bai-Ma spoke in soothing tones.

“Javi, sweetheart, you know that I love you and I get as much pleasure from you and your body as you get from me and mine. Maybe even more. But there are a number of things you must always keep in mind.”

“Bai-Ma,” he said softly, “I’m really sorry…”

“No. don’t be. But let me continue,” she said in a low even tone. The first thing you must remember is that I am an employee in this house and I must keep my professional life separated from my personal life. Do you understand that?”

Xavier nodded dumbly, his head hanging almost in shame.

“Second,” Bai-Ma continued, “if either of us ever get caught in our relationship, if anyone ever finds out, we will both be in very serious trouble. So we must be careful. Look,” she said, pointing at the door, “the entrance is not even locked; anybody could have come in.

“Third, and this is very, very important. You have come here to the city in order to study. In college, you are very disciplined I know. You carefully earmark your time for classes, for the swimming pool, for athletics, and you also study at home. So you must not allow distractions like this morning to come in your way. Right? You understand, don’t you?” she asked with concern in her voice.

“And finally, I think you know already how sex and ejaculating so frequently can affect your performance escort bayan in sports. Correct? You must show discipline!” Xavier sat unmoving next to Bai-Ma, head hung as he stared at the floor between his feet, listening to her words. He knew she was right on all counts and he felt rightfully chastised. But there was a growing confusion in his mind with a plethora of thoughts and emotions running through it. That moment was not the time to try and unravel the incertitude in his brain; his heart was beating faster than normal and all of the post-orgasmic euphoria had dissipated.

Bai-Ma looked at him as he sat silently and her heart went out to him; had she been unnecessarily harsh? Maybe there was no need to sound so pragmatic when they had such a sensual relationship going between them. She felt she had doused his fire completely; that was the vibe she was getting and it put her mind in turmoil. She still had his hand in hers but he didn’t react when she gave it a little shake. It was time for her to leave and she felt a wrenching pain in her heart as she stood up slowly, releasing his hand and placing it gently on his lap. She bent to kiss him on the head, then turned and walked to the door. She slipped in to her rubber flip-flops, opened up her umbrella and left for the mansion. It was 7:32 a.m.

***

Bai-Ma greeted the lady of the house who was standing at the head of the broad but short flight of stairs that led up to the lower floor of the mansion; she had been somewhat concerned as she spied Bai-Ma walking across the slushy lawns instead of on the footpath. “Namaste, Madam,” the handmaiden greeted the lady as she climbed the stairs after folding the umbrella once she was under the portico.

“Good morning, Devyani,” the lady replied, “you could have slipped on the wet grass. It was not a good idea to step off the pathway and take one of your short-cuts.”

“Sorry, Rani Sahiba. I was getting a little late so I thought I would cut across. Thank you for your concern,” Bai-Ma said as both of them walked indoors. As they went towards the library, Bai-Ma looked around and marvelled for the millionth time in the last decade at the regality of the mansion; the high ceiling and the arches of the huge walls made of pink marble, the more prosaic marble at her feet, the tall windows that stretched about twelve feet upwards from the floor, the chandeliers and wall mounted lighting. It was an old building, constructed at the behest of her grandfather during the days of the raj. Of course it had gone through multiple renovations over the decades and some serious modernisation of the fixtures and fittings, including the electrical wiring and water pipes; all under the lady’s supervision a few years ago.

Like Bai-Ma, the staff at the estate called the lady either Ma’am or Rani Sahiba, although her real name was Gayatri Laxmi. While the word ‘Rani’ means queen or princess, the word ‘sahiba’ is a respectful term of address for a woman. Together, they could mean The Lady, or Queen. The reason for this deferential address lay in the lady’s background. Her grandfather had been a maharaja and his wife naturally, a maharani. The maharaja and his ancestors had ruled a state in the northern agricultural heart belt of modern day India, in fact a kingdom, for more than 400 years till they were compelled to accede and integrate themselves into the post-colonial republic. That was followed by years of substantial annual pay-outs by the government to the erstwhile rulers; something called privy purses that continued till as late as 1970. However, Rani Sahiba’s wealth came additionally from the sale of various ancestral properties, including gold and real estate, and a wise investments over the years. At the age of 48, she was the only surviving grandchild of the former maharaja.

On that rainy morning Lady Gayatri sat on the library balcony with her handmaiden Bai-Ma, enjoying her first cup of tea to kickstart the day. She did this on many mornings, except Sundays, while the two talked about a wide variety of subjects during their one hour of blissful tranquillity. They spoke about the household and staff, they often discussed some of the many charities that the lady was involved in, they opinionated on the country’s politics and social issues, and the lady even brought up her personal finances as a matter of discussion sometimes. Bai-Ma was part companion, part confidante, and full-time right-hand woman to the Lady.

Sitting on the covered balcony, sipping tea and looking out at the rain cascading down, Bai-Ma’s mistress suddenly asked “So how is Xavier doing in his studies and extra-curricular activities at college?”

Bai-Ma was taken aback because this was the first time Javi had come up in the conversation. She was also surprised at the question itself; why did Madame think that she, Bai-Ma, would know such details about a person who was essentially just a tenant of sorts? But of course she replied, attempting to do so in a casual and unperturbed manner. “I’m not too sure about the details Ma’am but I know he studies a lot in his room and he is very particular about his morning regimen of jogging and exercising.” After a moment of contemplation, she added “He seems very motivated so I can only assume that he is doing well at university.”

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Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn’t get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you’d think the guy might put in a little effort if he wanted to keep his business solvent. Shane had been short on festive joy when he’d begun work that afternoon; the inate despair of his surroundings was sapping what was left.

Distraction strolled into view from one of the aisles – a Santa-suited piece of eye-candy which stirred him from his funk in a way that his crime novel had thus far failed to do. Strawberry-blonde hair spilled from under her jauntily-balanced, fur-trimmed hat and her similarly fringed scarlet costume was fitted to draw double-takes from good and bad boys alike. Shane’s brain made a tracking-shot of her progress along the New Releases section; she walked so daintily in those little black ankle-boots and how her stocking seams traced the supple curves of her legs all the way up to that brief shock of suspender-crossed thigh – oh Baby Jesus… Then her eyes flicked suddenly his direction and he assumed nonchalance just a little too late.

“Mind on the job, stud. Quit checkin’ out Santa’s Little Helper.” Arlo’s sledgehammer quips were always overtly loud when there was a chance of applying a little humiliation. The Santa-girl glanced over again as Shane’s rumpled boss sloped from the back room, rubbing his bleary, ill-shaved face with one hand. He picked up the discarded novel and glanced at the cover dismissively. “Ehhh – am I running a bookstore here?”

“Sorry?” Shane felt more perplexed than usual by his employer’s sour demeanour. He supposed it was a Christmas thing.

“You’re working in DVD rental.” The over-emphasis on the final words as though addressing a child. “Try and keep a little focus on the job in hand. Look as though you give a shit and maybe I’ll employ your ass into the New Year.”

Shane’s mind swam with choice epithets on the wisdom of maintaining an independent DVD store in this age of on-line rental, not to mention what the hell he was supposed to focus on that customer-lite Christmas Eve, but as ever he shared none of his thoughts. He needed this dubious posting to fund his studies until he made some – any – other arrangement. “Yes boss,” he said, rapping his knuckles decisively on the counter with minimum betrayal of sarcasm. “Consider my act sharpened up.”

Arlo eyed him critically. “Yeah. Well. Good.” He began to struggle his ungainly form into a bulky winter coat. “I’ve gotta go out. You’re minding the place the rest of the day. And locking up.”

Shane was taken aback. “I’m – eh – supposed to be finishing at six…” He stared at his boss in a semi-daze. There were still family gifts to be bought. “We had an agreement…”

“Plans change. The other guy bailed. And I’ve got stuff needs doing.” Like festive binge-drinking before he dragged his sorry ass home to his God-forsaken wife, thought Shane. “You want this job or not?” he was challenged.

“Yeah yeah, you go,” Shane muttered in resignation to his fate, rather than the job. “I’ll cover it.”

“I mean it’s not like you’ve got a girlfriend to worry about these days,” Arlo said casually and loudly, as he raised the partition and made for the shop-front door. He paused there to deliver a final parting shot. “Hey, she did you a favour. One less gift to worry about, right?” And the door slammed.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas too, you dumb bastard. Shane was smarting from the unprovoked volley. He did not dare look up in case he caught Miss Claus’s eye again. Bad luck that Arlo had overheard his recent conversation with another clerk on the subject of Shelley. I wasn’t dumped, he might have protested, not as such. But the truth did not provide greater comfort. He could have followed his ex to the UK as she pursued her studies, she had said she wanted him to, but there was his creative writing course there in New York – his chance to redeem his college-dropout ass. They’d both made their tough choice.

Or in his case had it been an excuse? Couldn’t he have found himself a similar course amongst the Limeys? Was he just too shy of commitment or the unknown or just shaking up his life a bit? Shelley had suggested as such. The warmth of her hug at the airport had just impressed salt into the wound her skepticism had opened. And now she was three thousand miles off, dating some guy in London. Merry Christmas, buddy-boy, Merry fucking…

“Hey.”

“Oh – Hi, sorry.” He had been staring down as though absorbed in the computer screen, to the extent that he had not noticed the vision in red hovering before the counter. “Off in my own world.”

“That’s okay. Anywhere nice?” Santa-girl smiled openly, unassumingly, and görükle escort bayan it lit up her already pretty features – the neat, straight little nose, high cheekbones, crystal-blue eyes and crimson-painted lips all gloriously enhanced by what moderate attention she appeared to be showing him. His response had to fight its way from his mouth.

“Yyyeah, a real – festive funland.” He smiled ruefully, aware that she would have heard Arlo’s every disdainful word to him. “It’s called retail. Feels like I’m the only one not joining in the celebrations.” He glanced tactfully over her low-cut, high-hitched St Nick costume.

“Hello,” she said in cheery exasperation, and she flicked her hands upwards into a check-this-out pose. “This isn’t my normal party-wear, you know!” The move had the effect of ramping up her satin-bra-ed cleavage impressively. Her apple-round tits were trimmed with ermine; it made Shane feel seasonal for the first time that December. “I’ve been handing out nightclub flyers all day,” she informed him. “My butt’s frozen off!” She gave a demonstrative shiver as she handed over her rental DVD cover and her petite frame, clad in red satin, shimmied delightfully. “And I’ve still got another batch to get through. What you reading?”

“Oh…” Fetching the DVD insert, he felt her degree of interest in him a minor Christmas miracle. “Crime story, LA Confidential. By James Elroy. Y’know, sex, murder, police brutality. ‘Tis the season to be jolly…”

“Yeah, right, very Christmassy,” she grinned. “Whatever happened to The Grinch?”

“I am the Grinch this year,” he smiled back wryly, handing over the packaged disc. “Hey, the murders and police brutality happen at Christmas, that any good?”

“Sure, that’s okay then,” she smirked, handing over payment. “Hey, I read a Raymond Chandler book once. Had a teacher who was into that stuff. I liked it. I kind of wanted to be a femme fatale.”

“Really? ‘She walked into the room in a Santa suit and I could tell she was trouble’, that kind of thing?” Wow, she was giggling in response. Shane actually felt on a roll here – what were the odds of that?

“Something like that,” she said a touch slyly.

“Well we’ve got the movie of this over in Crime Classics,” Shane advised her, holding up the Elroy. “It’s got a great femme fatale. And your boyfriend might prefer it to PS I Love You.” He cringed severely inside as he said the last bit; he always hated crowbarring in those cheesy test-the-water references. But sometimes you just had to, never more so than on the brink of a joy-free holiday.

“He would have,” she replied with a tinge of melancholy, and her smile faded. She turned to leave, pausing just slightly to check his name badge. “Gotta go. You have a Merry Christmas, Shane the Grinch. Bye.” She flashed a smile like a beautiful glimpse of winter sunshine and made for the door.

Shane grasped for some last conversational straw. “Hope you find someone to guide your sleigh tonight!” She turned at the door, gave a brief giggle and was gone. The skin on his face tightened in a mask of embarrassment and his hands balled into fists of mortification. He’d been doing okay, the Bogart bit had felt almost inspired. And then… Hope you find someone to…. What the fuck was I… “Damn!” One fist jammed hard into the countertop. Which hurt. “Shit! Ow!” He sucked on his grazed knuckle. The only minor consolation was that Arlo hadn’t been witness to his final Yuletide humiliation.

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

Vanessa was warming her hands around a marshmallow-heavy hot chocolate, when Sammy returned to the coffee shop. “Did you get it?”

“Yeah…” Sammy was brandishing the DVD rom-com, triumphantly it seemed; however it turned out she had other matters on her mind. “Vee, I’ve found someone…”

“One more hour of these damn leaflets in this damn cold, then it’s my place – roaring fire, sappy movie and lots of Cointreau.” Vanessa was already basking in the anticipated warmth of both fire and liqueur. The turbulent waves of her red hair had been set free from Santa-hat captivity and she obviously resented these locks’ imminent return to incarceration. “And no family to worry about till tomorrow morning.”

“Vee, listen to me.” Sammy dropped eagerly into the seat opposite her friend. “I’ve found someone, just stumbled on him. He’s a clerk in the DVD store, he’s perfect…”

“Sammy, what are you talking about?” Vanessa was irritated at having her reverie interrupted. “Perfect for what?”

“Perfect candidate. I mean – Vee, it’s Christmas Eve!”

Vanessa was confused. “What – you mean…?”

“Yes! Yule…” Sammy leaned in and dropped her voice. “Yuletide Mindfuck.”

“But … Where did this come from? We hadn’t even talked about doing it this year. I thought we’d consigned the Mindfuck to Christmas Past.”

“Well yeah, so did I, but, look, he’s such a deserving case – he’s sweet and he’s cute and he’s funny… And he’s broken altıparmak eskort up with his girlfriend. His boss was being so mean about it, left him looking like Droopy the Dog. I just wanted to – well – you know…”

Vanessa’s thoughts flicked back to the origins of Yuletide Mindfuck, five whole years ago. It never failed to make her radiate a sense of seasonal warmth. Ollie had been the kid brother of Genevieve, hers and Sammy’s roommate in the apartment they had rented during their final year of college; a good-looking if somewhat shy and gawky youth just turned eighteen, who had visited a few days from Maine in the run-up to Christmas. From the start he had seemed overwhelmed in the presence of his sister’s attractive girlfriends, eager to talk, hardly able to string a sentence.

Sammy’s discovery of the boy masturbating furiously in the shower stall one morning had been a total accident, she assured Vanessa; she had momentarily forgotten they had a guest, and that the lock needed mending. And she’d been a bit hungover, although maybe the running water should have clued her in. Her helpless, wide-eyed laughter at the poor guy’s futile attempts to contain his spasming, cum-jetting cock, had mortified him to the point that he dressed, packed his stuff and went to leave.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he had muttered incoherently, heaving his backpack towards the front door. “It’s better if I just go – just please, please don’t tell my sister, tell her I…I…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to go anywhere,” Sammy had insisted kindly, wresting the pack from his grasp, as Vanessa had turned away to hide her amusement, and despite his shame she had convinced him.

“He’s such a sweetie,” Sammy had said to her friend, later that day. “Poor guy.”

“I know. We could so fuck with him,” Vanessa had smiled. “We could melt that boy’s head.”

“We could.” Their eyes had locked, evil brewing in both their minds. “Oh Vee, we should, we so should.”

“It is Christmas after all, Sammy. Season of giving.”

“Exactly. Just as long as Genevieve doesn’t find out…”

“To hell with her if she does. Her little brother deserves a Christmas treat.” How they had grinned.

And so the final night of his stay, when big sister had gone to bed, a bemused Ollie had been lured by text to Sammy’s room, where he had found her and Vanessa in sheer lingerie, tonguing each other’s mouth heatedly on the bed. “Shut the door and get over here, Ollie,” Vanessa had instructed the stunned high-schooler, breaking away, her hands still brushing Sammy’s face. “If you’re going to jerk off in our place, then we’ll give you something to jerk off to.”

“Or better,” Sammy had smiled sweetly, beckoning. He had looked confused and terrified, but not so much he even thought of leaving.

They had made him lower his pants and massage his fully erected prick in front of them, as they tenderly caressed each other’s French lace-encased curves. Then they had removed their brassieres, both providing a lotion-enhanced tit-fuck for the dazed youngster, both gleefully encouraging him to stroke vigorously between the other’s tight-squeezed breasts. Finally they had knelt before him to deliver a double-blowjob of advanced deliciousness, till his jolting cock was ready to release its load freely all over their waiting chests and faces. “Come on Ollie, don’t be shy, shoot it all over us!” He had. Copiously.

He had wilted to his knees, adoration akin to that of the Magi plastered all over his face, before they had kissed and gently dismissed him back to the bed-sofa in the living-room.

“So that little bit of lesbianism wasn’t too high a price?” inquired Vanessa.

“For the look on his face? Fuck, no,” laughed Sammy. “You’re a very good kisser, by the way.”

“Thanks,” said Vanessa, pleased. “So are you.”

And so passed the advent of Yuletide Mindfuck, three times repeated on consecutive Christmases: in the men’s room of a classy bar, a gym steam-room and the cloakroom of a restaurant respectively. Each time with a different subject, someone the girls had deemed deserving – regular, unassuming, with adequate personal hygiene and a reasonable level of attractiveness. A clear-cut once a year deal. “After all, it’s not like we’re sluts,” Vanessa had said firmly, as they plotted the second year’s adventure.

The whole evolving enterprise flashed instantaneously through Vanessa’s mind and sitting there in the coffee shop she could not help but smile at the memory. But she shook her head nonetheless. “No can do,” she told Sammy apologetically. “Good times, but we’ve laid it to rest. At least I have.”

“At least go look,” Sammy encouraged. “For old time’s sake. It’s just two doors down.” So Vanessa humoured her friend and went there. Glancing through the store window she saw him – mid-twenties, a little taller than her – say five ten – with dishevelled fair hair; physically quite well-developed and nilüfer escort facially strong with just the remnant of adolescent skin problems – nice eyes, Vanessa noticed. But a droop at his shoulders and a certain hangdog expression suggested all was not right in this guy’s world.

“I see what you mean,” she told Sammy on returning, “he’d definitely be a contender. If Mindfuck were still in operation. Look, don’t let me stop you. Go cheer him up yourself.”

“No,” Sammy replied a touch petulantly. “It’s more fun with two. Two’s the whole point.” She tried wheedling. “One final time, Vee. It’s been a bad few months for me with the break-up. Come on, who got you this promotions job when you needed it?”

Vanessa scowled just a little. “Look, I’m grateful for the extra money, but I’ve just had a day’s worth of getting hit on by every douche who thinks he’s owed a free fuck courtesy of the season. So even if I weren’t dating, maybe I wouldn’t be in the mood. Plus the fact that I am dating, and I’d like it to get serious. Dave’s back from Montreal two days after Christmas and I don’t want to spoil it. He sent me the sweetest text while you were gone. If things go well maybe I’ll be there meeting his family this time next year! I can’t do Mindfuck this time. Sorry, babe.”

Sammy looked glum for a moment. Then she revived, her eyes a-sparkle. “So – okay, what if you didn’t even touch him?”

“Hmmm?” Vanessa had been back to her hot chocolate, the matter dropped.

“Not even lay a finger on him. What if you left all that to me? You’d just be there to add – you know – the ‘fuck’ factor. Look, it’s because he’s not one of today’s creeps that we’d be doing it! It’s a Christmas gift, Vee. It’s traditional!”

“So – what would be my function?” Vanessa enquired with a raised eyebrow. She was still unconvinced. “Purely voyeuristic?”

“Maybe,” Sammy said thoughtfully, “maybe we could do better than that. Come on, Vanessa, you’re inventive. Help me work a l number on this guy. We can hand out the rest of the leaflets and talk through the details while we do it. He’s called Shane, Vee. I like him.” She did a little dog-panting routine and Vanessa laughed despite herself.

“Okay.” Her voice was resigned, yet good-humoured. “Since I’m such a good friend. But you do all the hands-on, right? We’ll rework it a little…” – Sammy was fairly bouncing up and down in her seat in excitement by now — “…and then we’ll roll out the Mindfuck. One final time.”

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

Shane gave up and threw down his book. It was the first time James Elroy had failed him – even the devious plot convolutions and character contradictions could not retain his attention that afternoon. The wasteland that was Cinemagic Video was atrophying his brain; its despair was infecting him. He didn’t want to be some sort of brooding Dickensian spectre at the family Christmas the next day, but he didn’t think he could fake sufficient mirth to cover his current mood. Customer, customer, please – anyone. Any brief conversational exchange which might affirm his humanity in the midst of this most emotionally unforgiving of seasons. Bit of small-talk – too much to ask for? Yes? No? A moment’s pause. Okay, that would be no. He slumped back into his seat.

Then she walked in. Santa-girl. And his heart felt like it was pinballing around his insides. She ignored all the racks of DVDs, she just walked fearlessly, intently between the isles in those little black boots all the way up to him and leaned forward over the counter, an earnestly decisive expression on her cute face.

“Hey Shane, I just came back to apologise.”

He was nonplussed. “Apologise? What for?”

“Well,” she went on with a frank, confessional tone, “there you were, feeling a bit low on Christmas Eve, and there I was, tossing a Merry Christmas your way like nothing was wrong…”

“That’s okay,” Shane protested. He hated the thought that his misery had been that tangible, but was terribly pleased to see Miss Claus back again. “I’m actually pretty content with life most…”

“…And I wanted to do something about it.”

“…Of the time…Sorry?”

She was strolling casually now towards the door in the partition, raising it and moving through, crossing that sacred divide between staff and customer. Shane’s scalp was prickling. The apathy of one minute ago had been dispelled and replaced with galloping, excited confusion. “It’s just that we go about wishing Merry Christmas all the time,” she was saying, and to the earnestness was added something unambiguously sultry. “And when I thought about it, I realised I wanted to give you a Merry Christmas. Now what’s wrong with that?”

She gripped the front of his loosely hanging shirt and drew him close to her, so that her enticingly packaged, pert bosom pressed into his chest. There was a terror of the unexpected rising within him simultaneous to the rising of his dick. “You’re a really nice guy, Shane,” she purred, and it made him shiver. “I mean that’s just obvious. So this time of year why shouldn’t somebody like me make you feel really nice?” Her voice caught breathily in her throat as she said it and at the end she bit her moist lip, clutching tighter to the shirt and rising onto her toes expectantly.

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It was a sunny late Monday morning. I was sitting in my boat wondering if I should take the boat out or just save the fuel and drink at the dock. I have an antique wooden cabin cruiser, only 19 ft. long with a 90 hp outboard engine and only four places in the cockpit. I call it my pop up camper on the water.

As I considered the lack of Irish whiskey in my morning coffee, I noticed a female figure walking down the dock toward me. She had to be coming to see me since there wasn’t a breath of life among any of the boats docked nearby.

As she got closer, I recognized Summer. She had been in several of my graphics arts classes, as I had gone back to school to get my MFA in art.

Summer was one of the ‘Cotillion Trio’ three girls that fucked me the night of their spring cotillion dance. That’s an entirely different story. (See Prequel.)

I’m about 5’10”, dark blonde, blue eyes, 32 years old. I work out. The Trio says I’m “not bad for an old guy.”

She was wearing a tiny black bikini with a sheer wrap over her. She had a picnic basket over one arm and a hand holding a big floppy hat on her blonde head.

She stopped at the step into my boat. “Ahoy! Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?” she asked.

“Only if you don’t see anyone aboard,” I replied. “Otherwise, you say ‘Permission to come aboard?’ I said.

“Okay, Permission to come aboard?” she asked.

“Permission granted,” and I helped her step aboard.

“To what do I owe this gracious visit?” I asked.

“Well, I knew you had a boat. You’ve talked about it in class. And I thought I could convince you to take me for a boat ride,” she answered. “I’ve brought cheese and crackers…and wine.”

“How did you get wine?” I asked.

“I’ll have you know, I turned 21 three weeks ago…So I didn’t have to use my fake ID,” she answered.

“Summer, I would be happy to take you for a boat ride. But are you sure it would be your thing? We’ll be out in the full sun. You are blonder than blonde. Your skin tone registers at 100% white on a histogram. You’ll burn to a crisp,” I said.

“No, I’ve thought about this. I have my big floppy hat and my sunscreen cover up. And just to be sure, I rubbed SPF 90% cream all over my body – before I got dressed – all over my body,” she responded.

I smiled at her. For a girl with slim hips and not much in the way of tits, she looked really good in a bikini. And of course, I had seen her completely nude before and had the wonderful experience of her after the dance.

“Okay. Let’s go for a boat ride,” I said.

I cast off the lines and headed out to the wide river. I was proud of the new Suzuki 90 HP, four-stroke outboard that I had bought over the winter. It powered us up on plane in no time and was quiet enough for us to talk, even though we didn’t at first.

After a few minutes, Summer took off her sun-protecting wrap but kept on the big floppy hat. “If I actually get some color from the sun, I don’t want weird tan lines on my chest. Do you care if I take my top off?” she asked.

“Fine with me,” I said. “I’ll try not to stare.”

“If a girl takes her top off in front of a guy, she’s kind of expecting him to look at her tits,” Summer replied as she undid her top and tossed it on the floor. “Besides, I get the feeling that you really like small tits. Logan said you were really into hers.”

I looked at Summer and her tits. They were small, as I knew from before, AA cup I guess, but perfect for her slim build and boyish figure. Her nipples weren’t brown like most women, but almost blonde like her straight, shoulder-length hair.

“You’re right, I am a great fan of small breasts. Logan has beautiful tits,” I replied. The girls were friends and obviously talked, and I had fucked Logan the week before.

“Hers are bigger than mine, not big, but a lot bigger than mine. I like the way they stand out from her chest. Logan definitely has great tits,” Summer said.

“Yes, but they suit her without being too big, like yours suit escort bayan you. Both of you have beautiful tits. I’ll never understand the American male fascination with huge tits. Big, floppy tits aren’t sexy. They are kind of disgusting. Smaller tits that fit the woman are incredibly sexy,” I said.

“Good answer,” Summer replied. “I really like Logan’s tits as well. They stand up tall and proud. Her nipples are divine. She’s really a beautiful girl.”

“Oh, I forgot, ‘Cookies and Pussies,’ how did that go? Is that kind of a thing?” I asked.

“Don’t tell Logan, but it was something I made up because I wanted to have sex with her. I passed it off as if it was a thing. When she came in, I was stripped down to my panties, bare chested, and told her she had to do the same, so she did. I really just wanted to look at her beautiful tits. So, topless and just in panties, we mixed up the cookie dough, made up the cookies and put them in the oven. While the cookies baked, we kissed and made out. We played with one another’s tits. I was rubbing her pussy through her panties when the bell rang for the cookies to be done.”

I looked over at Summer who was leaning back in my copilot’s seat, feet up on the combing, bare-chested, telling me about a sexual encounter she had with a girl I had had sex with just a couple of weeks ago. Life is amazing. “Tell me more.”

“Well, we put the cookies on the cooling racks. Then I suggested we go into the living room. It didn’t take me long to be sucking on Logan’s wonderful nipples and fingering her wet pussy. Somehow, our panties came off. I licked her clit and fingered her until she came. Then I spread her legs wide and pushed my pussy against hers. Lesbians call it scissoring. It’s great.”

“I think I have a vivid mental image,” I replied.

“It’s really cool if you do it right. Our wet pussy lips rub against one another, then we slide clit to clit. I think Logan came about three times. Once we calmed down, Logan went after my tits and then went down on me. It was really good. In the end, she tried to pussy fuck me. It was okay, but it was her first time. I still came,” Summer shrugged.

“So, you’re bi-sexual? I mean, you had sex with me, and you have a boyfriend,” I asked.

“I don’t think so. I couldn’t have a romantic relationship with another girl. Girls are too moody and unpredictable. I like sex with girls. Tits and pussies are really pretty and intriguing. And finger-fucking is really fun. But it’s hard to beat a hard cock up your twat. Just saying. And guys are really simple – eat, sports, fuck. Unless you get a crazy one, they don’t have moods or side agendas. If I had to choose, I’d choose cock. But so far, I haven’t had to choose.”

“Well, I’m sure not going to make you choose. Hell, I’d love to watch you and Logan having sex, even participate,” I replied.

“That might be arranged,” Summer replied with a wink. “A threesome would be fun.”

I kicked the boat down to idle and suggested we get into the wine and cheese. She brought out the basket and we feasted. We talked about anything and everything. I feasted on looking at her bare tits with their semi-hard nipples.

Once the meal was finished, Summer stashed the picnic basket and stretched out on the back bench of the boat. “I think it’s time to put on some more sun screen,” she said.

Considering that not much of her tiny body was covered and she was completely white, it was a good idea. She started at her feet and worked her way up. I had no idea how sexy it was to watch a woman spread lotion on herself. But believe me, it is incredibly sexy. By the time she got to her thighs, I had an erection. When she got to her hips, she said, “I don’t want weird lines by my pussy either,” and undid the ties on either side of her bikini bottoms. She was now completely nude and rubbing lotion on her hips and around her pubic area. “I’d hate for my pussy lips to get sunburned,” she said.

“That would be bad,” I replied, watching the show.

She altıparmak escort bayan worked her way up her torso, finally arriving at her tits. She rubbed lotion into them rather more emphatically than was probably necessary, concentrating on her nipples, now fully distended. “Don’t want the nips to burn either,” She said.

“No,” was all could muster. There was no more blood in my brain.

Finally, she handed me the tube of sunscreen. “Could you do my back…and my ass?”

I still had no intelligent response, but I took the tube and began to rub sunscreen into her back. It was a beautiful back. It lead down to a somewhat skinny ass, but that’s what I like. I rubbed and kneaded her small ass, just to make sure the sunscreen was covering everything, of course.

Summer was bent over the rear combing of the back bench while I rubbed lotion onto her ass. Her protruding pussy lips were obvious just below her ass cheeks. I couldn’t resist a few strokes and was rewarded with a satisfied “Um.” I dropped my swim trunks and started to rub my hard cock up and down her wet slit from behind.

“God, I thought you’d never get the hint. It’s wet and waiting for you,” she said.

At that point, I slid my hard cock up between her pussy lips and entered her from behind. In no time I was pounding into her pussy and she was responding in kind, driving her pussy back onto my cock as hard as she could.

I reached under and fondled her tiny tits as she rocked back and forth against my cock. The only thing missing was that I couldn’t see those tiny tits jiggle as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her.

I could feel the boat rocking with our movements. It felt so good to have my dick up inside her wet pussy. It seemed like we were fucking for a long time but it could only have been a few minutes when Summer shouted.

“That is so fucking good! Pound me as hard as you can! Drive that cock deep inside me! I want to feel you in my tummy. Oh shit! I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Fill me up. Make me cum!”

Her pussy started to throb on my cock. It took everything I had to hold back. But I wanted more of this.

As her breathing slowed, Summer rolled over and lay on her back on the padded bench, one foot up and the other on the floor. Her swollen pussy lips were wet and open.

“Geez, that was good,” she said. Only then did she look at me standing beside her with my still-hard cock glistening with her juices. “Holy shit, you didn’t cum. Oh, we’ve got to change that,” and she reached down and spread her pussy lips.

I put the head of my cock between those lips and slowly eased into her until our pubic bones touched. “Ooooh, that was sweet. Sometimes slow is good.” Keeping buried in her pussy, I began to rock my hips up and down. That elicited a moan. Then I slowly pulled almost all the way out, followed by a quick thrust all the way back in. That brought a squeal.

Gradually, our intensity and our speed increased. Summer threw a leg over my shoulder and answered each thrust with one of her own. We were making all kinds of animal noises and the boat was rocking again, sending small waves across the water.

I kneaded her beautiful small tits and I tweaked her nipples. Summer’s small body was completely open to me and she was completely enjoying it. I felt as if I could fuck her forever.

Finally, I was really close to climax when she shouted, “If you don’t cum inside me right now, I think I’ll die!” With that my cock exploded deep inside her, filling her with throb after throb of cum. And I felt her orgasm roll through her as mine subsided. I kept my dick pushed up inside her as long as I could. When it finally slipped out of her pussy, she said, “Now that was a really good fuck.”

Eventually, we ended up sitting side by side on the rear bench, with Summer’s leg draped over mine, her arm across my shoulders, still without clothes. We kissed deeply and just enjoyed one another.

“You know that we nilüfer eskort have fucked like three times now, but that is the first time we have kissed,” she said.

“I guess we have had other priorities,” was my response.

“You know, I could get really used to fucking you on a regular basis. My pussy really likes having your cock drilled into her. And you really try to satisfy me. You are not just a ‘poke and squirt’ kind of guy. And your technique is beyond amazing. I seriously love fucking you,” she said.

“What about your boyfriend?” I asked.

“He’s a year older and graduated. He got a job offer in Chicago and is moving next week. He got all sappy and lovey-dovey and asked me to move with him. But, I want to finish my degree. And frankly, he wasn’t a forever kind of guy. Maybe for some other girl, but not for me,” she answered.

“But I’m not really boyfriend material,” I said. “After all, in the last six weeks, I have fucked four different women, you included. It doesn’t really indicate fidelity on my part.”

“I’m not looking for a monogamous relationship. I might point out that I have fucked two of those women in that same amount of time and have every intention of fucking the other one as soon as I can. Logan is a great fuck, and I know she will fuck me again. Erin and I have had sex off and on for years. And I seriously want to lick Paige’s pussy. I may happen across a guy I’d like to fuck, although he probably wouldn’t be as good as you. So I am not exactly looking for an exclusive relationship. But I sure want access to regular cock. I want a guy I can call up and say, ‘I’m really horney and my pussy wants a good pounding. Bring your hard dick.’ And besides, I really like the way you fuck me. I’m not looking for love. I’m looking for sex; hot, raw, sex,” she answered.

“Okay, that sounds good to me. I absolutely adore your tits,” I said as I reached over and began to massage them one after the other. “Your tits are the sexiest I have ever seen. And you are just fucking sexy. Your body just responds to mine. And your pussy is absolutely beautiful. The lips are full and your clit is not hard to find,” I said as I reached down and began to stroke her pussy. “You shave, but don’t show stubble. Why do you shave your pussy?” I asked.

“I just wanted to know what my pussy actually looked like. So, I shaved it and looked at it in a mirror. I decided it was really pretty. Then I started to let the hair grow back in. But it itched so much I couldn’t stand it. So I shaved it again. Then I discovered that shaving turned me on. So I masturbate every time I shave. I’m selfish. I take sex any way I can get it,” Summer explained. “And I have a really pretty pussy.”

“Your very beautiful pussy is leaking,” I pointed out.

“That’s your fault. That’s your jizz leaking out. I sincerely hope that continues to be a problem,” she said.

“Me too,” I said. “But I must point out that Paige has made it clear that she wants to fuck me again, Logan too,” I told her in an effort for full disclosure.

“Paige is the one I haven’t fucked yet. Maybe we can do her together. That would be fun. Oh, Logan has a ’50 Shades of Gray’ fantasy that she wants to fulfill. I suggested that you and I could help. You and I both want more of that pussy and those delicious tits. It would be really fun. I want to fuck you regularly, but I want to fuck girls, too. And If I find a guy with a good cock, I might fuck him too. I don’t want my regular cock to get jealous.”

“That sounds great,” I responded. “I want to fuck all those girls again, and to fuck you regularly. Your tiny body is incredible. Your pussy is so wet and inviting. And you have the best tits ever.”

“I’m glad you like my little girls. They love it when you suck on them. Hopefully, by the next time you fuck Paige, I will have fucked her as well. Maybe you could suggest something with the three of us. I know she does girl sex since she’s fucked Logan. It would be fun. It would be amazing to have you pound my pussy while I licked Paige’s cunt,” she suggested.

“I’ll do what I can,” I answered.

“Oh, look, your cock is hard again. Let’s fuck more,” Summer said. With that, she straddled me and pushed my hard cock into her waiting pussy.

This was going to be an interesting summer.

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