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When I woke up, it was getting dark out. The last remnants of sunlight were coming through the skylight. Tristan was still asleep. I glanced over at him, studying his face as he slept, noticing the way his nose curved, his lips, his long grayish hair and beard. Having a man in my bed was so strange after all these years. Four or so hours ago he was a stranger. Now, what was he? What would he become, if anything? What was happening to my safe, quiet life?

I got up, slipped on my jeans, but not my top and climbed down the ladder to go to the bathroom. I threw water on my face, looking at my eyes, my tousled hair. I was excited by what was happening, that Tristan was up in my loft and that I had the nerve to invite him here to listen to my erotic stories. “I don’t believe this is happening,” I said to myself, looking into my eyes in the mirror. I brushed my teeth and leaned over, spooning water into my mouth with my hand as I rinsed and then spit it out. “Where is this heading, Sharon?” I asked myself. I often talk to myself like that. Just then I heard his footsteps in the loft. I heard him coming down the ladder and within a minute he was standing at the entrance of the bathroom.

“Mind if I join you,” he asked, glancing around.

“Sure if you think both of us can be in here at the same time, it’s pretty tiny,” I said.

He stepped in and kissed me. Both of us had on only our jeans and no shirts. He put his arms around me and my tits crushed against his chest.

“That was a nice nap we had,” he said. “We really conked out.”

“We did,” I nodded and paused looking at him. “This is pretty weird. I’ve never done anything like this before,” I said.

“It’s weird for me too,” he said. “When I took off this morning with no idea where I was going, I never thought I would end up with someone like you.”

“I’m usually very shy,” I said. “I keep to myself and live a quiet life—this is so unlike me.”

“Me, too,” he said.

We looked at each other, not quite sure what to say.

“Hey, how about a cup of tea?” I suggested.

“Great! I could go for a cup of tea,” he responded.

I squeezed by him and went into the kitchen area to put on the tea. I grabbed a flannel shirt from a hook near the back door and put it on but didn’t button it. Tristan was on the other side of the cabin looking at some pictures on the wall. He then came over to me and put his hands on my hips.

“I feel lucky that we met,” he said.

“I think we’re both lucky,” I responded, smiling at him.

“Well, it might be luck, but you also have to make what you want to happen actually happen when opportunities present themselves,” he said. “Seize the day!”

“Well, Mr. Philosopher, it’s not always easy. It’s scary to do that,” I said.

“I know,” he said and nodded. “I was just thinking how my life has changed suddenly by taking off this morning like I did. I just took off with no idea where I was going. I just drove and ended up in this town and that café and we met.”

The teapot whistled and I poured two mugs over the tea bags.

“Yes and now here I am with a stranger in my cabin with my tits exposed. I never thought this would happen. I think I write erotica because it’s safe. I can fantasize about things that would never happen and then look what happened today.”

“Right, life’s little twists and turns,” he said. He then paused and looked at me. “Your story surprised me,” he said.

“Wait until you hear some of the other stories,” I responded. “My imagination is much wilder than I am,” she added.

“But does that mean you want to be that wild?” he asked.

I took a sip of my tea and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, I think I do, but I frighten myself.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I don’t understand why I write what I do? Why do I fantasize about being picked up in a bar or ravished? What does that say about me?

“Those are honest questions,” he said.

“The story I read to you, “The Pickup,” I wouldn’t dress like that or do what she did to pick up a stranger.”

“But you did. You picked up me in the café.”

“Hmmmm–that’s right, but it’s not the same. I didn’t dress up in order to lure a man,” I answered.

“You looked pretty sexy in those tight jeans and tee shirt without a bra,” he said. “Maybe you do try to seduce men with your body and don’t realize it and the way we looked each other was definitely sexy.”

“I like how I look and feel in tight jeans. I like to feel sexy. And maybe you’re right. I was attracted to you and I was writing an erotic story. I was turned on by how you looked at me, but it was very hard for me to invite you to my cabin. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“You followed your urge and overcame your fear and went after something you wanted,” I said. “Maybe you are tired of living a fantasy life and when we met, you grabbed the opportunity.”

“You’re right. I am tired of fantasizing and wanted something to happen.” I paused, looking at him. “Something clicked when I saw you Maltepe Escort but it’s still hard to explain.”

He smiled. “Well, I’m glad I just happened to stop at that café and you decided to be brave and offer to read me your story.” He took a sip of his tea. “You made this happen, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but it still feels strange, but I think I like it,” I said.

We were both quiet, sipping out tea and then I remembered a story I thought he would like.

“This reminds me of a story I wrote. Would you like to hear another story?” I asked.

“Sure, but if it’s like the other one, I’m not sure you’ll get to finish it.”

I laughed then picked up my folder and thumbed through the pile. Before I read, I got up to pour both of us more tea. I glanced at him while I was at the stove and noticed how he was looking at my body. My tits were barely covered by my flannel shirt and I know how my ass looks in the tight jeans. When I came back to the table, I smiled. “I like how you look at me,” I whispered, leaning close to him.

He smiled but I could tell he was surprised by what I said. “I like how you look,” he whispered. “You’re very sexy.”

I laughed when he said that and I may have blushed, but I liked hearing he thought I was sexy.

“So what’s the name of this story?” he asked.

I took a sip of my tea and looked at him. “I’m almost embarrassed to read it but I want you to hear it.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I won’t judge you;in fact I am fascinated by you.”

“Fascinated?” I responded.

“Yes,” he answered, smiling and motioning his hand for me to read the story.

I looked at him and then down at my story. “Okay, this is about what we were talking about—getting what you want.” I paused. “Here it goes….Wanting to be Ravished.”

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Caroline was in her senior year at the College of Art and was a painting major. She had access to the studios at anytime and spent most of her waking hours in the cozy corner of the big studio next to a large floor to ceiling window. It was on the north side of the building and she loved the light that came in. She also spent a lot of time in her studio because she had a huge crush on her teacher, Jonathan Lockhart.

He also spent a lot of time in the studio since his divorce. He was a developing a good reputation as an artist and was preparing for a show at the Peterson Gallery, a prestigious place to have a one-man show.

Though he had a studio at his house, since the divorce, he could not afford another studio so he used the college. Caroline loved being in the studio with Jonathan and valued his comments on her painting but more than that she wanted him. When he stood next to her looking at her painting, she wanted him to grab her and fuck her on the floor. They would talk about color and shapes and how the lines intersect and what were her plans and how much talent she had, but everything was intellectual. She suppressed her lust and pretended that their relationship was teacher-student, nothing more, but the more she suppressed, the hornier she got. He was in his forties, graying slightly. She was twenty-two, a student, someone teachers were not suppose take advantage of.

Caroline was determined, however, to have him cross over the line and fuck her. She became obsessed and could not wait to get to the studio every morning, knowing he would be there working on his show. She stayed late at night and he was impressed with how serious she was as a painter but had no clue at how serious she was about seducing him.

She knew she had to be more aggressive to get beyond the platonic, intellectual relationship. She started wearing sexier clothes–short mini skirts with low cut blouses, tight low cut jeans with tee shirts without a bra. When he stood next to her, she stood closer than usual and brushed her tits against his arm. It was late spring and the days were getting hotter. She wore tight cut off jeans or short shorts that barely covered her ass and her bikini top which barely contained her tits. She caught him looking at her body a few times and smiled at him, letting him know she liked how he looked at her. She thought she was breaking through his reserve but knew she he had to be brazen and daring to get him to take her.

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I stopped reading and took a sip of tea. We smiled at each other then he took a breath. “Interesting story,” he said. “It gives me insight into how some women think.” He was tugging on his beard as he thought. “I like the story,” he added, “I think I’m a lot like Jonathan—kind of reserved.”

“Really?” I questioned. “Reserved?” I laughed. “I don’t know about that after this afternoon.”

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

“That’s interesting, because though I’m not like Caroline I would like to be,” I said.

“You’d like to be more daring and seductive,” he asked.

“Yes, but I’m too afraid,” I answered. “Well, here’s more of the story,” I said and continued reading.

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One night Caroline Ümraniye Escort brought a bottle of wine to the studio, got two glasses and walked over to Jonathan’s side of the studio. All the other students were gone.

She wore a short tight denim skirt that covered very little of her thighs, a small peasant blouse that was low on her shoulders and revealed a lot of cleavage. She wore no bra and knew her tits were visible through the blouse. “If this doesn’t get him to fuck me, nothing will,” she thought.

Jonathan was painting and Caroline stood next to him, holding the wine. “Let’s get drunk,” she said.

Jonathan stopped painting and looked at her. “Caroline!” he said. “What are you saying?”

“I said, let’s get drunk and fuck.”

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked.

“Come on, Jonathan. I see how you look at me. Stop pretending you’re this damn high and mighty art teacher and I’m just your student.”

“Caroline, this is crazy, I can’t. We can’t,” he said, shocked at her behavior.

“Who says we can’t. Admit it, you like me and you like my body. I see how you look at me. So why can’t we be more than teacher and student. I can tell you want to fuck me.”

Caroline poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Jonathan. “Come on let’s get drunk. I have a joint here and we can get stoned and fuck each other like wild animals.”

“I’ve never seen this side of you,” Jonathan said.

“That’s because you wouldn’t look, but I’ve been seducing you for weeks and I see

how you look at me that you like what you see. You’ve been wanting this happen.”

Jonathan took a sip of wine and looked at Caroline smiling at him. She took a sip of her wine. “Admit it, I turn you on. You want me but think it’s wrong to fuck a student and that’s stupid. Admit it, you want to fuck me.”

Jonathan was silent. He looked Caroline in the eyes and then looked at her tits. Caroline watched his eyes and smiled. “You want to grab my tits, don’t you Jonathan? Admit it, be honest with yourself. You’ve been wanting to fuck me for weeks haven’t you?”

“Caroline, I have to admit it, I do find you attractive,” he said.

“No you find me more than attractive. I make you horny,” Caroline said. “I see how

you look at my ass and then you look away when I turn, Admit it, Jonathan”

“Yes, I find you sexy and I admit it Caroline, if I weren’t your teacher, I’d want to…ah, fuck you.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Now we’re being honest.”

They finished one glass of wine and then another. They sat on the bench Jonathan had in front of his canvas where he’d sit and study his work. Caroline took out a joint, lit it and passed it to Jonathan.

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I stopped reading and looked at Tristan. “Would you like to get stoned?” I asked. “I have some pot.”

“Sure,” he said. “I haven’t smoked in years, but I would like to. Why not!”

I opened up a small metal box and had a joint already rolled. “I keep this stash here for inspiration,” I said. I lit the joint, took a hit and passed it to him. He coughed and looked at me.

“Are you trying to seduce me like Caroline?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I answered and took a deep hit of the joint. “Ready to hear the rest of the story?” I asked.

It was getting dark out and I had some candles on the table and lit them. I moved my pages closer to the candle light and started to read. The pot was taking affect and I stared at the flickering flame of the candles for a minute before I continued reading.

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The combination of wine and pot relaxed Jonathan. Caroline sat next to him on the bench and kept her thigh pressed against his. The wine was finished. The joint was smoked. Caroline reached into her pocketbook and took out two candles already in candle holders. She lit them and placed them on a small table next to the bench. She then walked over to the light switch and turned out the light. When she came back she stood in front of Jonathan, spread her legs and straddled him, but did not sit down. He looked up at her as she looked down at him with a devilish smile. Her short skirt was high on her thighs. She leaned forward so that her tits were at eye level. He looked at her tits and her open legs hovering above his cock straining to burst through his jeans.

“You want to fuck me now don’t you?” she said.

“Yes,” Jonathan said.

Caroline sat down on his lap, her legs spread, her pussy against his bulging cock.

“I want to hear you say it,” she said, “Tell me what you want to do to me.” She pussy rubbed her up and down Jonathan’s bulging cock and looked him in the eyes.

Just then Jonathan grabbed Caroline’s ass and said, “Okay damn it, I want to fuck you. Is that what you want to hear?” He started pulling her against him and pushing his cock harder against her pussy. “I want you!” he said, tightening his grip on her ass. “I’m going to fuck your god damn brains out,” he added.

Suddenly Caroline stopped rubbing against his cock and pushed his hands İstanbul Escort away from her ass. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked. She then got up and backed away pretending to be frightened.

“What’s wrong?” Jonathan asked.

“We shouldn’t be doing this Mr. Lockhart. You’re a teacher. And I’m just an innocent student. This is naughty.”

Jonathan was surprised at this turn of events but his cock was so hard and the wine and pot had broken down his reserve. He stood up and had an angry look as she backed away.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Damn it, you’re a cock tease.”

“I’m sorry. Mr. Lockhart, I didn’t mean to get you so worked up. I didn’t know how I was dressed would make you so horny,” she said coyly.

Caroline backed up and Jonathan moved forward. “You’re a tease.” He moved towards her and grabbed her wrists, “And now you’re going to get what you deserve.”

“No, Mr. Lockhart. Please Mr. Lockhart, don’t hurt me.”

“Caroline, don’t play games with me. You want it. You want me to fuck you.”

Caroline had never seen this look on his face or the tone of voice, but this was exciting her. She was getting what she wanted.

Jonathan grabbed Caroline’s blouse and pulled it down so that her tits were exposed. He then pulled him to her with his hands firmly on her ass and ground his cock into her pussy. “Let me go, Mr. Lockhart. Don’t rape me.”

Suddenly, they were on the floor. Jonathan had her legs spread. He ripped off her panties and held her down as Caroline tried wriggling away.

“You want this,” he said. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

“No. No. No.” Caroline screamed, pounding on his chest, “Let me go!”

Jonathan spread her legs and plunged his cock into her wet pussy. He knew she was ready for him and as he rammed into her, she said, “No Stop, please stop,” but at the same time, lifted her self up so that he could get deeper.

Jonathan face was above hers. He looked her in the eyes with a fierceness she had never seen. “You’re a god-damn cock tease and you’re getting what you want, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh, yes, I want it bad. Fuck me!” She was getting what she wanted and screamed louder, ‘FUCK ME. I WANT IT. DO ME HARDER!”

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Just then I looked up at Tristan and he looked at me. My mouth was open. I was breathing heavily. My pussy was tingling. I put the story on the table. I could see his cock bulging in his jeans. I spread my legs wide apart, the seam of my jeans tight against my crotch. Our eyes were fixed on each other. I bit my lower lip and put my hand on my mound and started rubbing my pussy. I could not believe I was doing this but I could not stop I was so hot. I wanted to be ravished. He saw my hand and he started rubbing his bulging cock through his jeans. My flannel shirt was open and my nipples were hard. Without having to say a word we had become Caroline and Jonathan.

He suddenly stood up, grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the chair.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to shake loose. He looked into my eyes. “What are you doing?” I repeated.

“What do you think I’m doing?” His hands were tight on my wrists and he suddenly pushed me up against the ladder to my loft and held me there.

“I want you!” he said. He then grabbed my ass and pulled me hard against him, rubbing his cock against my pussy.

“Please, let me go. Don‘t hurt me,” I whimpered and tried to squirm away.

“You can’t read a story like that and expect to get away with it. You’re going to get what you deserve you cock tease. “

“Let me go. You can’t do this to me!” I yelled, getting into the game we were playing.

“Oh yes I can,” he said, his face up against mine. “He held my ass with one hand, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. I was wild with lust. He tossed my jeans across the room.

“Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you,” he said, through gritted teeth. “Come on.” Tell me to stop.”

“Don’t do this. Let me go,” I screamed. “You can’t do this to me.”

“I’m giving you what you want,” he said, spreading my legs and moving his cock up and down my wet pussy, driving me insane.

“Let me go,” I yelled, still trying to squirm away but the more I squirmed the harder he held me against the ladder, pushing his cock into my wet pussy. He was taking me, ravishing me, giving me what he knew I wanted. He then lowered me to the floor and spread my kegs wide apart. I was completely open, completely vulnerable. He thrust his cock hard into me causing me to gasp and scream,”Ohhhhhhhhhhmygod!”

“You like that, don’t you?” he said, looking down at me—his cock just above my

dripping pussy.

“Let me go,” I screamed, pushing at his chest. “Please, don’t do this to me,” I yelled.

He held me down and moved his cock up and down my wet engorged pussy.

I moaned, loving the feel his hot cock.

“You want my cock in you, don’t you? You want it bad, don’t you, don’t you? Beg for it.”

With each swipe of my pussy, the tip of his cock went deeper, making me crazed with lust. Finally, I lifted myself and yelled, “Stop teasing me you bastard. Fuck me!”

“You really want it, don’t you?” he said again, keeping his cock on the edge of my pussy, putting the tip in and pulling out, teasing me.

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Author’s Note: Here’s a quickie for the Holidays. Merry Christmas!

Carol got up from the couch and slowly walked to the door of the tiny, one-room rental cabin and flicked off the light. The fireplace and three candles bounced soft light off the dark log walls. A tabletop Christmas tree shimmered, along with the wreaths hanging above the fire.

Her eyes adjusted and the young man on the couch came into focus. He was watching her, following her with his childlike eyes.

She remembered his words. He had described how he used to get home from high school and go into his bedroom. He would lock the door and pull off his pants. Lying on the bed, he would picture her in his mind standing in front of the class. Except it would be just him and her.

The boy explained how he would pull his cock from under his boxers and hold it as he imagined her beginning to undress. He was eighteen then and she was thirty.

Now, five years later, they were alone in a secluded cabin the week before Christmas. Dreams were about to come true.

Carol stood next to the queen size bed in the corner of the cabin. It was about the same distance she would have been from Jeff in her English class.

A brief flash of light followed a loud crack in the fireplace. Their eyes never left each other.

Carol grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up. She had to force herself to slow down in the excitement of the moment. As much as she wanted to feel the young man’s body next to hers, she also knew her “show” was an important part of her present to him.

The sweater was lifted higher and Carol’s blonde hair fell back into place. The teacher stood with her arms at her side. Then she dropped the sweater.

Jeff stared at the beautiful, full, firm breasts. Firelight glistened off Carol’s skin. The breasts seemed to move in the dancing shadows of the faint light.

But, Carol didn’t move. She anticipated the acting out of the man’s fantasy in complete detail. It was what he said he wanted.

He pulled down the zipper on his jeans and opened the button at the waist. Jeff’s hand moved to his lap and a few seconds later a hard, thick cock appeared. Then all but the tip disappeared inside his hand as he rested his head on the back of the couch.

Carol was relieved to see the rigidity of the cock. She wanted so badly to please him…to make it the way he had so honestly described the afternoons in his bedroom.

The teacher opened her own jeans and pushed them down. They fell off her slender hips and slid to her ankles, revealing a pair of black satin panties. She leaned over and stepped out of the jeans, making sure her breasts were well within his view.

Jeff stroked his cock in long, even movements. He watched his former teacher run her fingers over her nipples, then down her stomach and inside the front of her panties. He took his hand away Bayan Eskort from his cock to let her see it…and to keep from cumming.

Carol saw the erect cock in the dim light and moaned at the feel of her finger on her clit. Her cunt soaked the finger in juices when she inserted it a moment later.

Finally, she pulled off her panties and stood naked in front of the student. In all the days and nights he spent in his bedroom thinking about Carol, Jeff never imagined anything as nice as what stood across from him now. His dreams never included the holiday decorations and candles that filled his current surroundings.

Carol was an opened present he would never forget.

The woman turned and lowered herself onto the small bed. She rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up toward her chest, then straightened one of the legs back out.

Jeff stared at every inch of the body laid out before him; the curve of the ass, the way her breasts hung freely, her long legs. Without realizing it, his cock was back in his hand.

Carol tapped the bed beside her with her hand. The signal needed no interpretation.

In the time it took Jeff to rise from the couch and walk to her, Carol thought about his phone call to her…his invitation to meet…their dinner…their subsequent phone calls and meetings. It took one month for them to learn about each other. Really learn about each other.

Now they lay together on a bed in a cabin at Christmastime. Little presents sat in open boxes by the fireplace. A nearby wine bottle reflected light as it sat on a table.

Carol embraced her former student as their bodies stretched to full length. Legs intertwined as their kiss became more passionate. Jeff rolled on top of Carol and his hard cock could be felt by both of them as it pressed against their skin.

For a brief moment excitement overwhelmed the couple. They thrashed about on the bed, their mouths smothering each other with wild kisses and licks. Jeff thrust his cock onto Carol’s body, not caring what it hit.

Simultaneously, they relaxed to the point where they gained pleasure from each other’s touches. Jeff’s head moved towards the teacher’s breasts.

“Oh, yes, Jeff. Lick me, please. Lick my nipples,” Carol urged the young man.

His tongue touched her skin a few inches below the right nipple and slowly moved up. As soon as his tongue contacted her nipple, Jeff wrapped his lips around it.

The nipple was soft. He bit it lightly with his lips and heard Carol moan. Then he flicked his tongue over it and felt it grow.

Jeff’s mouth opened and took in as much of her breast as it could. He used his hand to push it up, then began an assault on the nipple. The more the woman squirmed and moaned, the more he sucked on the breast.

Soon, he was alternating from one breast to the other. Jeff’s cock rubbed against the inside Anadolu Yakası Escort of Carol’s thighs as he lay on top of her; the woman’s body demanding that it be allowed to release the pent up lust that had grown during the day.

“Now, Jeff. I want you to fuck me,” Carol whispered between moans.

All the days and nights and years of desire flashed in Jeff’s mind. He had told himself that, when the time came, he would take her slowly and lovingly. It was going to be difficult.

They kissed while Jeff positioned his throbbing cock between the teacher’s legs, which she eagerly opened. Moisture collected around the entrance to her pussy and was transferred to the tip of Jeff’s cock when it rested there.

Jeff fumbled for a second trying to place his cock where he wanted it.

“Let me,” Carol said in a reassuring tone.

Her hand quickly guided his cock to her pussy and she didn’t release it until she felt the tip enter her. Carol was so wet and Jeff was so hard that the length of his cock was in her almost before he knew what happened.

He took a moment to look down on the beautiful woman below him. Her breasts rose from her chest just the way he had pictured them when he was alone in his room after school. The teacher’s hair lay on the pillow like he imagined.

But there was no way he could have imagined how good it felt to have his cock deep inside her cunt.

Carol slowly wrapped her legs around the young man’s body, pulling him closer. Jeff touched the back of her thighs and pushed himself forward until he could go no further. Holding her by the legs, Jeff began making love to his teacher.

Carol was surprised…pleasantly…to feel Jeff leisurely sliding his cock in and out of her. He was gentle and loving. In her present state of arousal, she wouldn’t have complained if he fucked her. But, he didn’t. And she loved him for it.

She watched his eyes and his hair and, of course, his cock. He was a beautiful man, just as she had thought those days in her classroom when she imagined herself with the best looking of her students. Never did she dream she would be with one, in this wonderfully romantic setting.

Carol put her hands on Jeff’s ass and pulled him towards her, holding him in place. She felt his long, hard cock deep inside her as it pulsated. Jeff took the opportunity during the lull to find her breasts with his mouth. He licked and sucked on Carol’s nipples and the surrounding skin. Soon, they were thrashing their bodies against each other again.

“I want you to cum,” Jeff said softly. “I want to be in you when you cum.”

Carol nodded. She’d never talked much during sex and this setting, with the candles and decorations, didn’t call for it. She would just do what he asked.

But, she had a favorite position and wanted to be in it when she came. So she unwrapped her legs Pendik Escort from around Jeff and said, “Let me get on top, please.”

Jeff pulled out and Carol rolled on top of him. In a matter of seconds, she was guiding his rigid cock back inside her cunt.

Jeff now looked up at Carol, with her hair flowing down and her breasts keeping pace with their movements. Her small waist made Carol’s hips look even sexier from Jeff’s new angle. And her pussy…he couldn’t take his eyes off her pussy as it rode his cock up and down in the dim light. He could see her clit and feel the moisture coming from her cunt.

Carol put one hand on her clit and the other on a breast. As she kneaded the breast and squeezed her nipple, Carol rubbed her clit in short, quick strokes. Then, as her orgasm neared, she slowed to long swipes with her finger.

Jeff just watched.

“Yes. Yes. I’m gonna cum,” Carol said.

“C’mon, babe. I want to feel you cum.”

Carol moaned and grunted as she frantically rubbed her clit.

“Oh, yes,” she said loudly, followed by a long, continuous groan. The teacher’s body shook on top of Jeff’s cock. She leaned forward and pounded her pussy onto the man’s shaft, never removing her hand from her clit.

A second orgasm began when she held a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tightly.

“Fuck me harder,” Carol urged Jeff, who was already lifting his ass off the bed each time he drilled his cock into her.

When the teacher’s orgasms began to fade, Jeff was nearing his limit on being able to withhold his own orgasm. Knowing that he had satisfied the woman riding his cock he was ready to cum.

His mind went back once again to his bedroom…and his dreams.

“I want to cum on your tits,” he said.

Carol looked at him with a knowing smile. “I would love that.”

She lifted herself off of him and put her hand around his wet cock. Carol leaned until the cock’s tip hit one of her nipples. She slowly moved her body so that both breasts made contact. Then she applied more pressure with her hand and forced the cock up against her chest.

With the palm of her hand, Carol pressed the cock flat against one breast, then the other, in a rolling motion. Jeff knew he wouldn’t last long.

Carol once again wrapped her fingers around the cock and pumped it furiously. Jeff’s eyes were tightly closed and his face contorted due to the oncoming orgasm.

He felt his balls start the flow of cum through his cock. After one last look at his teacher’s breasts, he threw his head back on the pillow and came.

A long stream of cum poured onto the top of Carol’s breast. She moved the cock and received the second shot on the opposite breast. After that, it was a matter of spreading Jeff’s cum with the shaft of the cock, using her palm to stroke him harder.

Carol’s hand slid easily up and down the shaft at the end of Jeff’s orgasm. Cum hung from her nipples and flowed into the gap between her breasts.

Lightly, she kissed the tip of the cock and licked it clean. A second later they were back in each other’s arms.

Carol whispered, “Ready for the next lesson?”

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There was a summer in the eighties when my life just seemed to disintegrate and then reassemble, and the autumn found my life in a place that I never would have believed.

May was a bad month. I had been under a lot of stress at work, and my colleagues and I could see the writing on the wall. Mrs Thatcher’s Britain could be a ruthless place, and the company for whom I worked was slowly sinking in a very competitive market place. At the same time, I became aware that Mary, my wife of five years, was becoming more and more distant. No single reason for that, she had her own career and we were both working crazy hours and only seemed to connect at weekends, as we rushed through our domestic chores to make sure that we had clean clothes and a supply of frozen dinners for the next week. Sex was a thing of the past, as we were both too tired to even think about it.

We spent the Mayday Holiday weekend together, and even managed to find time to sit down and have a home cooked lunch together on the Monday. Mary was a bit distant, and after we had loaded the lunch things into the dishwasher, she suggested that we take a bottle of wine out into the garden, as she thought we needed to talk. As we drank our wine, and went on to a second bottle and then a third, we cleared a lot of crap away. We dissected our relationship, and realized that it was heading nowhere. Mary had been feeling this for a while now, though I had been too tied up in my own problems to notice this, and had decided that, basically, she wanted to bale out. She had already found a small flat near to her office, as one of the things which she found so tiring was the 20 mile drive to and from work every day. The cottage which I had inherited from my grandparents seemed ideally suited, as being in a small village near the Fosseway in Somerset it was nearly half way between her job in Bath and mine in Yeovil; in the early days we had great fun in doing it up. As we both got busier, we found less and less time for housework, and we now had a cleaning lady and a gardener who each did a few hours a week.

We spent the holiday afternoon getting quietly drunk together, reminiscing about the good times, and then getting maudlin about the deterioration in the relationship. Eventually, we staggered inside to bed, and whilst we were both too drunk for anything beyond a hug, we held each other as we drifted off to sleep.

The next day Mary started to make the arrangements to move out, and we both found time to consult lawyers. The separation would be straightforward, and as amicable as these things can be. The cottage was mine, along with my Grandparents’ trust fund which still held enough to keep me in my old age if invested well. Mary had no claim on that, and there was very little that she wanted to take, as the flat to which she was moving was furnished and all she wanted were a few family heirlooms and similar items. She moved out on the Friday, without having really told me that, and just left a note saying that she was sorry that things hadn’t worked out, and asking me not to contact her as it would be too painful. Looking around the house, it was as though she had never been there.

I got through the weekend, as usual a frenzy of shopping, laundry, bill paying and catching up with personal correspondence. This was before the days when email was a common means of communication, but I had a computer with a word processor and was able to send out a sort of circular letter to our friends to let them know what had happened.

The next week in work was hell on wheels, with various senior executives entering and leaving the building with facial expressions that grew grimmer and grimmer until Thursday, when suddenly they lightened. Naturally, the place was abuzz with rumour, the most popular being that the company had been sold. Sure enough, we were all told to attend a meeting in a nearby community hall, there being no space in the building big enough for such a meeting, at 5:30 that evening for an announcement. All the Big Wigs from Head Office were there, and as the Chairman approached the microphone, the room went quiet. He announced that the company had, indeed, been sold to one of its major competitors, and that whilst the Yeovil location would remain open, there would be some redundancies, as the new company didn’t want to duplicate staff. I knew this was likely to mean my department, as the area of duplication was bound to include the administrative department which I headed.

Sure enough, next morning, I was called in to a meeting with my boss, one of the senior managers from head office, and, more ominously, a lady from the personnel department. They told me what I had already guessed, and went on to lay out the terms of the separation package, which weren’t at all bad, in the circumstances. Since they wanted me to go straight away, I was to be given 6 months “Gardening Leave” on full pay, during which time I was debarred from making any approach to the company’s clients, competitors or suppliers, together with a tax free lump sum equivalent to Anadolu Yakası Escort 2 years salary. Glowing letters of recommendation were given to me with the cheque, and I was escorted by a member of the security staff as I cleared the few personal items from my desk. I was not permitted to access my computer, but had taken the precaution of copying a lot of useful stuff in the preceding weeks, just in case, and the 5 ½ ” floppy disks were safe at home containing – you’ve guessed it – all the contact names I needed at the company’s competitors, clients and suppliers!

Clutching my carrier bag, I was escorted to the car park and as I pulled out past security, I handed in all my passes and headed north on the old roman road towards my empty home. That night, sat in front of the TV with a bottle of scotch and a glass, until finally I woke up watching an Open University programme at some stupid hour in the morning when I staggered to bed. I spent Saturday just pottering around. I went to the supermarket in Shepton Mallet, and stocked up on food and drink – especially drink – and then cleared out the accumulated crap from the last five years and took it to the landfill at Dulcote Quarry. As I drove out from that site, I decided to go into Wells for dinner, but as I dropped down the hill I saw Glastonbury Tor in the distance, and went there instead. Still restless, I bought fish and chips from Knights – probably the best chippy in the West – and drove home. Oddly enough, I slept well that night, drove to Shepton to buy papers, and spent a lazy morning reading them. I went to the village pub for lunch, and it was indication of how long it was since I had been there that not only did I not recognize any of the patrons, I didn’t even know the landlord. After a mediocre lunch, and several pints of quite good beer, I left the pub when it closed at 2. I staggered home, fell into my armchair, and dozed the afternoon away. I awoke at about 7, with that nasty taste in the mouth and slightly tacky feeling that comes from a mild evening hangover. Deciding that more beer might be the solution, I made my way back down to the pub. Trade was quiet, and I got chatting with a few of my neighbours and caught up with some of the village gossip that I had missed. The biggest topic of conversation was the Travelers. Glastonbury was a mecca for the New Age travelers, and the summer usually saw an influx of rickety looking vehicles and falling apart caravans. Attracted by a variety of festivals, from the respectable Glastonbury Festival (still known to locals as the Pilton Pop Festival) through an assortment of unofficial and illegal gatherings, the West Country seemed to be a traveler magnet. I was aware of their existence, having sat and fumed in the traffic jams such festivals caused, but hadn’t really given them much thought. That evening, I learned, there was a traveler site not far from the village. Apparently, a group of travelers, or “damned hippies” as one older villager, a retired army officer, called them had purchased a parcel of land which included a disused quarry and some woodland. They had managed to get mains water and electricity laid on, and the site was occupied by a varying number of itinerants. The local council seemed powerless to do anything about them, as any attempt to serve papers regarding the flagrant breach of planning regulations stumbled when attempting to identify an owner. I asked how this was possible, since I knew of the existence of the Land Registry. A local solicitor explained that not only was the land in question unregistered, “that won’t be in force here for a year or two” but that the plot had been divided up into a large number of ten yard square plots, which the travelers, plus a few local speculators, kept passing around so that any records were way out of date. The lawyer seemed almost admiring of the way this was done, and after his third pint almost wistful as he opined that the government would somehow find a way to close this loophole. Whilst the general consensus seemed to be utterly condemnatory of the travelers and their way of life, “scrounging parasites”, dropouts” and “the great unwashed” seemed to be the most popular epithets, I noticed that the lawyer seemed almost defensive of them. I asked him about this when we found ourselves in an oasis of quiet at the bar, getting refills. He explained that the travelers actually put quite a lot of work his way, not just the land deals but the various incidents involving unroadworthy, untaxed and uninsured vehicles that came before the local magistrates. I expressed surprise that they could afford him, and he laughingly told me not to be fooled by experiences. A number of the travelers actually held down steady jobs, quite a few made a living doing casual work, and a few claimed Social Security.

I made my way home from the pub at closing time, feeling very much the worse for wear, and again fell asleep in the chair clutching a glass of scotch. I woke up as the sun rose, with a splitting head, and a sticky place on my shirt where the Bostancı Escort scotch had fallen when the glass slipped from my hand. For the first time in years, I had nowhere to go on a Monday morning, and feeling at a loss, I thought that perhaps a walk might clear my head. After a shower and a change of clothes, which made me feel semi human again I wandered along the lanes, breathing deeply the Maytime smells of the countryside; these seemed to consist alternatively of new mown hay, or pig slurry, depending on how the wind was blowing. Before too long, I found myself at the plot of land where the travelers had their camp, and I leaned on the gate for a while looking in. There wasn’t a lot to see; the gateway led to a rough track, which wound through a few trees. I could see what seemed to be a cliff about fifteen feet high, against which I could see a couple of buses with darkened windows. There was some washing hanging on a line, and further away the skeleton of an old bus and a couple of cars on blocks; a couple of dark haired children running around laughing happily as they played in the sunshine.

I heard a voice in with an unplaceable but slightly familiar accent from behind me, “Another one come to gawp at us, are you? We’re not another tourist attraction you know. Maybe we should charge, you know, put up one of those telescopes like you have at the seaside that you can put money in?” I looked round, and saw a smallish woman, in her mid to late twenties. She wore a loose fitting shirt and jeans, and pair of startlingly bright blue eyes glared at me through a mass of blonde hair. “I’m sorry,” I began, “I live in the village and was out for a walk. I only just heard about you guys, and I thought I would come and see what all the fuss is about. I’m sorry if I’m intruding.” She continued to glare at me. “You’ve come to see what all the fuss is about, have you? Well, what have you seen? Have you seen enough yet?”

I looked back at her stern face, with her slightly bushy blonde eyebrows lowered over eyes in a somewhat hostile frown. I thought for a moment, “What have I seen? Well, I’ve seen what looks to be a scene of some domestic harmony. Children playing in the yard, washing on the line. Almost Elysian in its tranquility.” Her frown deepened and became almost scornful. “Are you taking the piss, or what?” she asked. I hastened to reassure her. “I’m sorry, that was a bit uncalled for. I do have to say, though, that I can’t see what all the fuss is about. You don’t seem to be doing any of us any harm.” The woman’s scowl didn’t let up. “We’ve got every bit as much right as you have to be here. More, actually, on this bit, since we own it. So you’re trespassing.”

“Actually, I’m not doing any such thing. On this side of the gate, I’m not on your land. And even if I were on your land, I wouldn’t be trespassing unless I did any damage.”

“All right, so know the law. Now, why don’t you just sod off back to your comfortable little cosy middle class, cottage in the country life, and leave me to get on with my free as a bird, no responsibilities scrounging parasite hippie paradise life here. Either that, or give me a hand with this bloody shopping before the butter melts.” I then noticed that she was carrying several large carrier bags, three or four in each hand, which had obviously come from the village shop. “Of course,” I said, “Please, let me help you.”

She put down the bags, fumbled for her keys and unlocked the padlock on the gate. As I picked up her shopping, she swung the gate open, and I walked through. Somehow, I found I was till holding all the bags as she locked the gate, and with a surly, “This way” led the way down the track towards the camping area. We approached the two buses, and it was we walked towards the newer looking one, the woman called in the direction of the other,. “Lorna! Shopping!” A dark haired woman emerged from it, and followed the blonde woman into her bus. I was gestured to precede them in, and placed the bags on a table where indicated. The heat was stifling, but I was prevented from leaving by Lorna, who was between the door and me. I watched as the two women divided up the groceries. They went through the till receipt, and Lorna passed over some money before taking her things and going, calling to the two children as she went.

The woman looked at me, “You still here?” she asked. I started to reply, but she interrupted, “You don’t look too good. I’ll give you a glass of water, then you can go.” She opened a refrigerator, and took out a 2 litre cola bottle full of water, some of which she poured into a couple of glasses. I thanked her, as she passed one to me, and I surreptitiously looked around me as I sipped the water. “She saw me doing this, and asked, “Want the guided tour, do you?” I apologized again, and finished the water. Unbidden, she poured me another glass. “Drink that. You still need it. Then you can tell all your fancy friends in the village that we aren’t all bad.”

“I never said you were bad. And thank you for the water. What I would like Erenköy Escort to know, though, is why you choose to live here like this? I don’t have a problem with it, but if you could explain it me, I might be able to explain it to the local Tories in the village.”

“I could explain, but I haven’t got the time. I do, believe it or not, have a job to go to. If you really do want to know, though, you can come round later. Even better, bring a Chinese takeaway and some wine. That’ll save me having to cook”

Surprised at this sudden opening up, I agreed, and after we had arranged that I would be there at 8, I left her to get ready to go to her part time job in a small office in town.

At 8 o’clock, I found myself back at the site as the sun was going down, in one hand a plastic bag full of Chinese food, and in the other another bag holding a couple of bottles wine. As I passed her bus, I could hear Lorna’s voice as she read her children a bedtime story. My acquaintance of that morning was sitting in a folding chair outside her bus, nursing a glass of wine. She had changed back out her work clothes, and was wearing a cool summer outfit of a sort of smock, over a loose cotton sarong. As I approached, she got up, went in to the bus, and came back out with another folding chair and table. One more trip inside, as I set up the table, and she emerged with plates, forks, plastic glasses and a corkscrew. As we divided the food, poured the wine and began to eat, without either of us having spoken I realized I didn’t know her name. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m Phil, if that helps to get the conversation started.” She took a sip of wine, looked at me, said, “I expect you’re expecting something all hippy and exotic like Moonflower, but it’s Judy.”

“Well, Judy, what brings you here to the depths of Somerset? I can’t quite place your accent, but I know it isn’t local. Judy smiled. “Far from it. I’m from New Zealand.” I must have looked surprised because for the first time, she actually laughed. “Most people think it’s South African, but it isn’t. I finished my degree last summer, and I came over to Europe for a year before getting into the boring routine of job, marriage, kids, old age senility and death. I wanted to live little. I got a rail pass, and spent most of last summer backpacking round Europe, then spent the winter working in London, saving a bit of cash. I bought this bus through someone I met in New Zealand House, and now I’m spending the summer relaxing. I met up with Lorna at Easter, and we’ve followed each other round ever since.” She went on to explain that her bus had needed some repairs, and that a contact had told her about this site. The two of them were staying there for a few days whilst Judy worked in the garage office, sorting out the accounting system to pay for the repairs. She had finished the task that day.

I asked about Lorna’s story, but Judy shook her head. “You’ll have to let her tell you that. It’s not my place to do it. But what about you? What do you do for a crust?” Suddenly, the last year or so caught up with me, and I found myself telling Judy all about the situation with work and marriage. After rambling on for what seemed hours, I drew breath and looked across at Judy. “I’m sorry, I must have bored you rigid.” She patted my hand, and said, “No, that’s OK. It doesn’t do you any good to bottle these things up. Come on, let’s get this stuff inside before the bugs come round looking for fresh blood.”

We climbed into her bus, and she bustled about rinsing plates and forks in a tiny sink before setting the wine and glasses on the table. I looked around a little more blatantly, and saw that the back of the bus held a couple of generously sized bunk beds, the upper one made up, the lower full of bags of clothing and belongings. There seemed to be a couple of built in closets before the living area, which consisted of a long sofa each side of the bus, led into the kitchen area, which contained a gas stove, a refrigerator a small table and some cabinets. The other side of the door was a curtained off area, which contained the driver’s seat, and seating for 3 passengers.

Judy poured more wine, and actually smiled at me. “Life’s been a bit of a shitter, lately, hasn’t it?” she asked. I nodded, reached for the wine, stared at it and drank it down in one. I reached for the bottle, but she put her hand on my arm, and said, “That isn’t the answer. Hold up, I want to try something.” She made me lie down on the sofa, face down, and kneeling at my head she put her hands on the back of my skull. Suddenly, I felt a sort of warm tingle, almost like pins and needles. “What are you doing?” “Don’t worry, it’s something I picked up along the way. It’s called reiki. Just relax, and we’ll see what it can do for you.” I lay there, as Judy put here hands back on my head. After minute, she moved them to the base of skull, and then every couple of minutes or so moved them to different positions, until she had reached my feet. She then massaged both my feet in turn – a treat which I had never experienced until then – and then quietly told me to turn over. “OK, I’m going to do the rest of you now. I’m channeling universal energy, so it may seem a little strange. You may get emotional at the end, but don’t worry. Just let yourself go. You’ll feel better.”

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My name is Christina and I’m roughly 4ft 6 inches tall weighing at nearly 90 pounds. I’m an Asian with typical Asian features like pearly black eyes and jet black hair. They’re really long, until the middle of my back now. I think I’ve got ample chests with 36C tits. My extremely sensitive nipples are in a shade of brown that really stand out like pencil tips. You can easily arouse me by touching them. I don’t really know about this but my boyfriend, Michael, tells me that my lips are full and slightly pout. His words really and he describes them as “begging to be kissed”. I wouldn’t know much about that having only his lips that I have ever kissed. I maintain an exercise routine that includes swimming and jogging. Plus I sometimes visit the gym for some extra push. I also like ball games like soccer, basketball, tennis, volleyball, etc. You could say that I’m quite active but in fact it really keeps me in shape.

I’ve been quite reserved for the better part of my life right until recently when I’ve took a big step forward to opening up myself. From the baggy, floor length clothes to the more daring, skimpy, sexy clothes. It’s been a real change for me and I’m really enjoying it.

This happened some time after got me cherry “eaten” by Michael. Oh, for those of you who don’t know, Michael is my boyfriend who’s 5ft 6, 132 pounds and has a really athletic body. He’s also an Asian with the typical black eyes and matching hair. We were in Michael’s room studying after school, well, sort of studying. We’ve now formed a routine where we go his place after school and after refreshing ourselves in his well stocked kitchen, we head up to his room where he turns on the air-conditioning and prepares the setting of the room while I dress up in the washroom. I would try on different clothing or different combinations, getting inspirations from the net, magazines or asking Michael.

This particular day, I was wearing a baby blue tank top that was cut right under my tits, the bottom of my globes were teasingly in view whenever I stretched or reached for something. The neckline was a low V cut that showed quite a lot of cleavage as well. For the bottom, since it was a hot day and we were indoors, I was wearing a matching color bikini bottoms that were held together on the sides with strings. Although it wasn’t a thong bikini but I assure you enough skin was showing. Once I stepped out of the washroom Michael was still selecting which CD to play. So I took my homework and plopped myself into his extremely comfortable recliner armchair. The material is smooth and soft. The chair like sucks you into it, and you feel so wonderful you wouldn’t want to budge at all.

So after 5 more minutes he finally settled with a Kenny G album. Hmm… relaxing, mood setting music, he’s definitely improving. So he turns around and at the sight of my super sexy attire, drops the remote he’s holding and stares dumbly at me mouth wide open. I took a look at his hilarious expression, chuckled and continued reading. He spent a whole 5 minutes taking in the wonderful scene in front of him. I could feel his piercing eyes on every inch of my body. I was curled up in the armchair and my legs folded under me. Still I could feel his eyes on my tits squeeze together by my arms, trailing on my long, slim legs to the toes and trying to peak down south that was currently hiding from his view. I was starting to get aroused and warm up already with his hot stares and I could feel my bikini bottom starting to get wet. Even the smell of arousal was pungent in the room within a few minutes. There was sexual tension in the air.

“Whatcha reading there?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Oh! Just today’s homework Ms. Chin asked us to go home and work on it” I replied.

“You’re sure working on it. Mind if I join you?” He was pacing slowly towards me.

“Sure…” I moved a bit to accommodate him in the chair. The armchair was quite a big one that a person could sleep curled up in it. And it’s definitely fit enough for two people, two people who didn’t mind being in intimate contact that is.

Michael sat beside me, arms encircling me while his head placed on my shoulder Bostancı Escort reading over it. We both started reading the article our teacher gave us, for a while that is. I started feeling him nibble on my shoulder, then higher on my neck and finally, on my ears. His fingers, however, were tracing circles on my bare arms, drifting lower and lower onto my abdomen. At this point my mind was a blur and I couldn’t read a single word in front of me. Although the book was merely inches away from me, it couldn’t have seems farther. I closed my eyes and focused on the intense pleasure his touches were giving me.

“Mmm… yes Michael… Yes! That’s feels soooo good…” I trailed off into a pleasureable moan.

He got encouraged by that compliment and started stroking the undersides of my tits. Softly and sensually he stroked me, while nibbling my neck. By now I had thrown my head back and was moaning out loud. His fingers then traced downwards to my thighs and started tracing circles there. Slowly he moved inwards to my inner thigh and I was sure he could feel the heat emitting from my pussy. It was too much for me to bear, as my skin is very sensitive to touch, that it brought me to my first orgasm that day.

“Argghh!!!! Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Hah… hah… yeessss…. That was wonderful Michael!” I was panting and sweating profusely, And this was merely foreplay! I couldn’t wait to fuck him mindless.

He just beamed at me and plated a wet kiss on me. At once I grabbed his head and started kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Our tongues swirled around each other and our smooching sounds were echoing around the room, infused with Kenny G’s saxophone. His tongue worked magic by flicking sensitive points in my mouth and he also nibbled my lips. My hands were unconsciously stroking his 7 inch cock. His hands were now inside my tank top caressing my tits. After a while he pulled away from me, just as I was about to free his cock from its “imprisonment”.

“What’s wrong Michael? Don’t you want me?” I was truly puzzled.

“No, it’s not that. You wanna go out for a dip in the pool?” he asked. “Its brand new, just installed a few days ago.”

So that’s what the noise was a few days ago and the workers. I was still very aroused and couldn’t really think straight about the whole deal when he pulled me up and dragged me out of the room. It was then that I realized I didn’t bring my swimsuits and I was only wearing a sheer tank top that would be quite “visible” with the aid of water and not to mention of bikini bottoms. Being in this state inside his room was one thing, being in the open was quite the opposite. So, I started protesting.

“But… but Michael, I don’t have a swimsuit.”

”It’s okay baby, you’re fine the way you are, I’m not going to put on mine anyway.” He answered.

At that time he was just wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts. Well guys could swim in anything but it was quite the contrary for me. I don’t want to show the whole world my assets. So I protested again as we heading down the stairs,

“But Michael, people will see us. I mean, they’re gonna see me, semi-naked!”

“Well, there’s a fence surrounding the pool that’s gonna give us some privacy but there still might be some guys who are persistent enough to climb trees or something to get a good look at your sexy body.” Then he stopped and whispered softly, “Exciting isn’t it?”

At that time I didn’t find the prospect of somebody else seeing me the least bit exciting, terrifying in fact. I started wriggling away and trying to break free but he held his grip firmly on my arm and led me out to the backyard where the new pool was installed. His parents were out of town so we practically had the whole house to ourselves. Or I guess they would’ve been shocked to see me in my attire even if it’s still dry, except for my pussy that is. After dragging me out into the open, he locked the glass door leading back into the house and kept the key in the pocket of his pants. Then he motioned me towards the pool.

The pool is around 10ft times 8ft. It has a shallow and deep end. The pool was 10 ft from the porch that we were standing and I could see some Ümraniye Escort deck chairs and a table was set up under a big umbrella. Out here I was having a hard time of keeping my hands covered over my tits or my bottom. This was a whole new deal for me and I was blushing a deep red color. I was embarrassed, scared, horrified…and somewhere deep inside, aroused and excited. From out of no where Michael conjured up two bottles of Vodka Lime, he offered one to me. I was so nervous that I didn’t even think about the bottle’s contents and downed it in one gulp.

I am no drinker and immediately I could feel the fire burning down my throat into my stomach, then the effects of the alcohol kicking in to my system. I started feeling warm and more relaxed in the open environment. The booze also gave me heightened senses and I started to anticipate dipping in that cool, clear blue, pristine water of the pool in front of me. Handing back the empty bottle to Michael I strode in confident strides, with an extra wriggle in my ass towards the waters edge. Then stopping there and motioning Michael who was again dumbfounded by my sudden actions to come and join me.

“Come on Michael, the water looks inviting don’t you think? I’m feeling warm and I think a dip is what I need now… Come on… Please…” I was really putting on my sexiest tone and bending down to exhibit some cleavage.

At once he came over and we both jumped into the pool together. The water felt so good, it was a hot day and plus the vodka I had I was feeling really hot then. When I stood up the water was only at my waist as we were at the shallow end, I realize my tank top was now hugging my figure like a body suit and my dark nipples were showing through the material.

Then I realize Michael had taken off his shirt as I could see his washboard abs and muscular chest and arms approaching me. The drops of water dripping on his body plus the rays of the sun suddenly made me more aware of the feeling tingling within my crotch more than anything. I didn’t care if some children were spying through hole in the fence, or the mailman decided to drop by, I was oblivious to the outside world. Then something rang a bell in me, something Michael said when we were coming out. Wouldn’t it be more exciting if there was the risk of somebody actually seeing us? I know that answer now, definitely.

I went over to meet his embrace and we started kissing in the pool. Hungry, lustful kisses with our tongues entwined with each other and our hands roamed each others body. It was then that I felt that he was actually naked under the water, he had shed all his clothing and jumped in, as my hands were caressing his bare naked ass. Then I felt his finger pulling on the knots typing my bikini bottom on. I started to panic a bit but he was such a good kisser and the water and the sun felt so good. Plus I thought that since we were underwater, we should be harder to see. So I let him tug on both of the knots, releasing them and on my first step to skinny dipping.

Now I could feel his 7 inch erection massaging on my pussy lips, causing my head to swirl around the pool. If I was aroused before, I was in euphoria now. I was high, dizzy, aroused, excited, horny…. The combination of the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the water and the freedom of being in the outdoor plus the intimate touches I was having brought me to my second orgasm.

“Ooh! Mike! Michael! I’m sooo dizzy… I’m cumming again! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moaned while holding onto him for my dear life.

Taking advantage of my vulnerability, Michael grab hold of my tank top and yank it over my head. I was shocked for a moment when I was stark naked in the outdoors. Then I grinned and started splashing water at Michael, he immediately retaliated by splashing back. We were having so much fun, splashing and laughing naked in a warm afternoon in the pool.

Conceiving defeat Michael dived underneath and came up behind me, embracing me. I turned around and he immediately assaulted my lips but kissing me deeply and sensually. His hand roamed around my body, cupping my bare naked ass in the water and teasing my pussy lips. Then his Kartal Escort mouth moved downwards and he used his tongue to trace circles around my nipple, causing waves of electricity rippling through my body. I was already in heaven but he was teasing me by avoiding any contact with the most sensitive part of my body—my nipples. He would repeat this with both of my tits until I was panting and moaning with my head spinning again. Then finally, and suddenly, he sucked one of my nipples in his mouth while pinching the other. That was my third orgasm of the day.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Suck it! Pinch harder! I like it! Fuck me right out here in the open! I don’t care who sees us! Just fuck me now!” My reservations and all those years of teachings were thrown out of the window by Michael’s expert teasing.

He needn’t a second invitation and at once plunged his cock deep into my pussy. We weren’t up to slow strokes or gentle movements then, it was pure animal lust and we were fucking like there was no tomorrow. He held me in his arms with my legs wrapped around him. Our mouths never left each other but moans escape us.

“Mmm… argghhhh…. Yeess…. Fuck me! Fuck me! Its so fucking hard! I want it Michael!”

We kept like this for a while and then he pulled me off and led me to the side of the pool where he turned me around and fucked me from behind. I grabbed on to the edge of the pool while he pumped me while grabbing handfuls of my tits.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Michael! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! God! I wish… mmm… there was someone… mmm… here to see us like this… I’m in heaven! Yes! Hmm… mmm…”

After that, Michael led me back up to one of the deck chairs where he had laid a towel on it. He lay on the towel and beckoned me to ride him. I needn’t a second invitation as well and immediately knelt on top of him, and the slowly lowered myself onto his manhood. That was the only slow action I did as I quickly hastened the pace and ride him fast and furious.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Its soooo full Michael! My pussy is fully stretched by your hard cock! Yes! Fuck! It feels sooo good!”

Then from the corner of my eye I could see a figure standing behind the fence spying through the holes of the fence. I suddenly felt scared and panic though I never let my strokes fell short. I was still riding Michael but my heart was focused on the voyeur spying on my most intimate moment. But then I felt a sudden urge of excitement as I also saw some hand movements behind the fence. I then realized that I was on the verge of bringing two guys off at the same moment. I felt excited, free and sexy. As if I was the sex symbol that everyone was dreaming about. And from that moment on I knew I was going to put on a show for that guy.

So I dismounted Michael, much to his disappointment only to bend down onto his dick and started to slowly lap up the mixture juices on his cock. After it was clean, I started kissing all over it before taking in the head of his cock.

After teasing him with that, I hold the base of his cock and slowly stroking him. My other hand softly caressing the most sensitive part of a man, between the scrotum and the anus, causing Michael to shiver and moan. I then started kissing and licking his balls while continuously stroking him. After a few more strokes and making sure his balls were covered with my saliva, I took his entire manhood into my mouth and sucked him furiously. He couldn’t have endured much more of my assault as I felt his balls tightened. So I immediately pulled his dick out and just in time to let it spray wave after wave of cum all over my face and tits.

At that very same moment, I thought I could hear a faint moan coming from the direction of the voyeur. I smiled devilishly at my accomplishments. I wondered if Michael knew about the voyeur but he was panting and sweating, exhausted after that wonderful sexual experience. I scooped up the sum on my tits and sucked it clean. It was rather pleasant tasting to I continued to “clean” myself.

A few minutes passed by and Michael regained his legs as well as his composure and led me back into the house to the bathroom for to clean up. I turn from the corner of my eye I saw my voyeur quietly leaving. I could only grin at my accomplishments this afternoon. At the same time I knew Michael had introduced me to a new world and I’m fully transformed into someone else. I smiled mischievously while starting to plan for our next adventure.

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Shelly was happy while going through her first pregnancy. Dave would come over often and help around the house. Sometimes they would be so tired after cleaning, too tired for sex. She was getting bigger anyway and he didn’t want her to lose his child, Chuck’s child. That evening he sat at the table with Shelly and told her the news.

“I’ve been accepted into Seminary!” His face was so bright and happy, his teary eyes gave the depth of his emotion. But Shelly froze, Chuck was talking about having two children and she wanted to ensure they had the same father. Dave.

“What can I do Dave, I need to have another baby by you?”

Dave looked deep into her eyes and touched his finger to her nose and lips, then caressing her cheek he moved forward to kiss her full and deeply on her lips; allowing his tongue to roll around the inside edges. “Don’t worry Shelly, Seminary is six months away and you will be giving birth in four weeks. There will be plenty of time for us to have sex.

Shelly smiled and looked into his sweet eyes. He was only eighteen years old, a teenager but more of a man than her husband. Dave was caring, considerate and willing to help with the household chores. Unlike Chuck. Now that she was pregnant he was out carousing after work Şerifali Escort telling all who would listen about his manly deed. He had made a baby! Then he would come home drunk, slap her on the face or buttocks at his whim; then force her to give him head till he came. Sometimes with a mean glint in his eyes, he’d spew his juices on her face. He was beginning to disgust her. The counseling wasn’t helping. Maybe another baby would straighten him out, she thought. Maybe the responsibility of another child would cause him to begin the process of taking on adult responsibilities and quit acting like a millionaire playboy. Well, anyone can hope.

The baby came and was a nice ten-pounder with lovely skin and pretty eyes, a cute little girl. Chuck wasn’t too happy she could tell, but the priest had assured him that it was the father not the mother who determined the baby’s sex. So it was his fault that he would have a girl. He was thinking about only having one then and there. Who wants the trouble of having girls? He thought. He kept this to himself though and continued to work and now come home pretty regularly. Not cutting out completely his nights out with the boys. Shelly wondered which one of the ‘boys’ wore leather panties?

The six weeks İstanbul Escort that past while the new baby was home went fast. Dave was there to help change diapers and do chores. He was a godsend Shelly thought. Chuck would be out on an all-nighter tonight and Shelly remembered that Dave would be starting Seminary soon. Her vagina was still a bit sore. Chuck never listened to anybody, her, her doctor’s, their priest… She had to have Dave now.

They were now watching a taped movie and eating popcorn. Sitting so close to one another. Shelly once again began. She started hugging and kissing Dave, petting his chest, feeling his arms, rubbing his groin directly. Dave was moving to the beat of her rhythm. He undid his trousers and she pulled his pants down. She bent her head down and took his penis deep inside her mouth. Back and forth, moving his foreskin with her lips. Coating the helmet with the juices of her saliva and her tongue. He moaned and grew harder. They both rolled to the floor. He moved between her legs and lifted her dress high to show that she was wearing nothing. No panties. He put his head in that familiar place and licked and sucked her till he felt the juices squirt into his mouth. Then he licked her long hard licks up the Ümraniye Escort vaginal walls.

She moaned with pleasure. When he felt ready and in command, he mounted her moving his penis into her ever so slowly. The urgency of her need headed him off with one great thrust she engulfed his gorged penis and she tightened her vagina around his erect penis. She had been doing the Kegel exercises and could now give him the pleasure of a tight hard ride. She moved up and down with increasing speed till he moaned so loudly she feared all was now known to the neighbors. Yet she too came loud. Their voices mingled in orgasm after orgasm. Spent they lay together, clutching each other till his penis slipped out with a small tickle for each of them. She had felt the egg drop. She knew she was pregnant once again. She loved this man though, more than her own husband and soon he would be leaving for seminary.

Dave cleaned up and got dressed. It was late and he needed to get back home. Shelly lay half asleep on the floor, the television running. All during this time the baby had been silent as a lamb. Now he heard the first tiny murmurs from her. Shelly hadn’t dared to name her baby yet. Chuck would do that. She feared to ask though. Feared he would once again slap her.

Dave packed his clothes that night and then went to bed. Tomorrow he would be picked up by a priest from the seminary. He would be picking up all the novitiates in Dave’s parish. He could hardly wait for the new experiences or for graduation.

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Paul had been impatiently waiting and fantasizing about tonight. He and Alison had met a week ago, hitting it off immediately. Their conversation had been so free flowing and exciting. They hadn’t broached the subject of sex yet but after two dates and a goodnight kiss that had left him speechless, he was definitely anticipating the experience.

Alison was busy getting ready for their date, picking out the clothes she knew would have the desired effect on Paul’s libido. She had been thinking about jumping his bones from the first date, but was playing it cautious to make sure he was actually somebody she wanted to have a relationship with. She had made her decision and was now putting her plan of seduction into action.

The door bell rang and interrupted her train of thought. Was it Paul already? Crap, she was fluctuating between throwing her dress on or putting on a robe to answer the door. She could already feel the lust building. The bell rang a second time. Throwing all pretense to the wind, she dashed from the bedroom to the front door, pulling it open, grabbing his arm, and pulling him into the room with a powerful tug. The door slammed shut seemingly of its own accord, her low backward kick was so well placed. She looked into his eyes and saw them change from stark surprise, to animal need.

He entwined his hand in the back of her hair and pulled her lips to his; not brutally but not gently either. Their lips parted and they felt the melding of their saliva into an erotica lubricant. Their tongues met Bostancı Escort and danced to the increasing beat of their hearts. She pulled at his belt and unbuckled it with deft ease, taking hold of the top of his pants. They moved together and were both breathing hard and fast. She managed to get his pants down and stuck her hand inside his underwear, putting her hand around his hardened shaft. It throbbed in her hand as more and more blood engorged it. He shivered and let out a guttural moan as the sensation of her hand around his cock lit every nerve fiber in his being.

He pulled her bra up over her breasts and pulled down her panties. Paul cupped each ample and well formed breast. With his thumbs he stroked her erect nipples, sending charges of electric fire down to her loins. She could feel the heat and pulsating tingle of her vagina as every nerve fiber became supercharged. One hand went to her mound and he stroked it with two fingers. She arched up into his hand and he felt his fingers slide over her wet lips. She made a low purring sound and began stroking his cock slowly.

They were both pulling at his clothes to get them off in the fastest way possible. He picked her up and she clamped her legs around him, pressing her quivering cunt against his pulsating penis. He walked her into the bedroom and sat at the end of it, laying back with her on top of him. Again they kissed; their tongues exploring the recesses beyond their lips. She dry humped him savagely, lubricating his member with Ümraniye Escort the juices of her enflamed pussy. She slid her mound down his leg as she lowered her body enough to suck on his nipples. He arched upward and tensed from the sensations. “Oh my god”, he exclaimed, “I’ve never had that before”.

“Have you been living in a convent?” she quipped, as she moved to the other nipple. They both chuckled, not losing any of their sexual fervor. Satisfied by another arch of his pelvis, she turned herself around, pointing her twat in his face and taking in a mouthful of his penis. He grabbed the sides of her hips and directed her wet cooter to his lips. He rubbed the outside of her vaginal area with his lips, using a light touch. He felt the shock waves go through her and vibrate her teeth, which were pressed lightly around his cock. After a few strokes, she stopped and brought her head up, watching the throbbing of his ample dick.

He was using his tongue to go up and down her slit while making circle motions with is oral love muscle. Her head rocked back and she thrust her steaming oyster into his face and began moving her pelvis in time with his tongues meanderings. The tension was rapidly growing within her, needing to be released. She moved faster against his face, getting him wet from forehead to chin. She was gratified to find that he could still breath and lick pussy at the same time; his tongue keeping perfect time and changing pressure; to match her rising tempest. Momentarily she stopped Anadolu Yakası Escort as the spring within tightened to its maximum, and then began bucking wildly as the coil released and she rode the waves of orgasm as they diminished to a floating sensation of contentment. She looked down at his still pumped piston. Alison moved around and pulled his penis into her freshly erupted volcano.

As he felt his cock slide between her pussy lips and embed itself deeply in her love canal, he bit his lip to keep from getting too aroused too quickly. She sat atop him motionless, letting him get used to being inside her. Seeing him settle in, she moved up and down slowly, gauging the level of his ardor. They both settled into a rhythm; moving up, down, then around and around in a synchronized motion. Both engines of lust were in perfect tune, with each other; rising higher and higher in pitch, springs tightening and trigger cocking.

They were riding the edge together. The muscles in the walls of her vagina were contracting with each stroke and she could feel every vein pulsing in his penis as it seemingly took on more blood, to magnify its already admirable size. He knew they were both about to reach the peak. He reached around and lubricated his middle finger with her juices, rubbing her clitoris which was extended and engorged. As the coil tightened and trigger hit maximum pull, he stuck his wet finger in her ass and was greeted with a savage scream of pleasure as she gushed forth in unison with the pumping release of his juices, to mingle with hers. After squeezing all the pleasure out of their orgasm they could, she lay on top of him. He put his arms around her, saying, “I don’t know what got into you today, but I really like it”.

She smiled and returned, “I’ve been reading all day”.

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Tina didn’t fully close the door as she left and I could hear Lucy and her talking. I decided to take her advice and be ready for her when she returned.

I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. At 6’2″, 195 pounds, I was still in good shape for my 52 years. My muscles still had definition. My circumcised cock, still mostly filled with blood and hanging between my legs, isn’t especially long at six inches but is thick. I had been told by women friends in the past that women like big but prefer thick to long. My package seemed to fit the bill.

I splashed water in my face and dried it with a hand towel. I used Tina’s toothpaste and my index finger to brush my teeth and tongue as thoroughly as possible without a brush. I had showered and cleaned up before coming to Tina’s but didn’t want anything to inhibit what I was expecting would come next. I then pulled out a Viagra tab that I kept in my wallet for just such unexpected occasions, popped it in my mouth and swallowed. Feeling ready to go, I walked out of the bathroom at the exact moment that bedroom door swung inward.

I know Lucy from parties that Tina had thrown in the past. Lucy had done some work for Tina; she and her husband, Ed, were good friends with Tina and her boyfriend. Lucy is about 5’3″ and 120 pounds wet. Her breasts aren’t huge but nicely proportioned to her frame. Her ass is, well, perfect. At Tina’s holiday party last year, I caught a side view of Lucy as she looked at the titles of various cookbooks on top of Tina’s refrigerator. The way she stood, hands on hips, chin upward, breasts pointed outward and butt curved just right… Well, I got an instant erection. I thought about her in that position for days and even masturbated thinking about her.

Now here she was coming into a room in which I was standing naked with a semi-hard on. “Hello? Tina told me to….,” she was saying before she was completely in the room. She saw me and my cock. “Come up and say “Hello,” she finished slowly. “I’ll bet you didn’t expect to see me come through the Anadolu Yakası Escort door.” She was looking at my now hardening penis.

“I, uh, sorry, Lucy,” I stammered. “Let me get my clothes on.”

“No, slow down,” she said, still eyeing my erection. “Yours is the first real-live cock I’ve seen since I married Ed. That’s 24 years ago. Don’t take it away so fast.”

She walked over and stood about two feet away. “Can I touch it?” Lucy asked. Her voice was quieter, less confident than it had been minutes earlier.

“Yeah, I guess.”

She moved a little closer, reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Her thumb and fingers were still about 1½ inches apart at the point where she had a grip. She moved her hand lightly up and down the shaft. Moving even closer, she reached out with her other hand to grab my balls. She didn’t squeeze but rather weighed and massaged them.

By then, my erection was rock hard and pointed to the ceiling. In what was the fastest move either of us had made, Lucy dropped to her knees and kissed the head. She licked the head. She opened her mouth as wide as possible to take my dick into her mouth but didn’t get much in besides the head.

“Oh fuck,” she said, standing up and giving my cock a squeeze. “I hope Tina won’t mind, I gotta have this.”

Lisa pulled her sweater over her head and then the t-shirt underneath. I was surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra but her breasts were still firm and stood up proud. She un-did her jeans and started shuffling towards the bed. Once the jeans were off, the panties were next. I was transfixed. Her pussy was completely hairless. My cock throbbed, bobbing up and down at the site of Lucy pulling off the blankets and getting onto the bed. She motioned for me to join her. As I reached the side of the bed, she reached out to grab my cock and pull me up.

“I like to be on top,” said Lucy, “so I can control the speed. That OK with you? I am already soaking wet so we’ll just pass on foreplay and get to it. Do you mind?”

“Works Pendik Escort for me,” I said as I smiled. I said very little since Lucy entered the room and now was about to have this hot, sensuous woman ride my cock. Who was I to complain?

I moved into the center of the bed so Lucy would have room for her knees on either side of my hips. She straddled my waist and moved up so her pussy was directly over my cock.

“Haven’t gotten laid much lately so it might take a second to work this in.” With one hand she positioned my cock at the entrance to her now hot, wet pussy and sat back. She was incredibly tight and took very little on the first try. She then began a series of energetic moves; rolling her hips around to get more penetration. Think a combination of a belly dancer’s moves and doing the twist (dance) and you get the idea. I rested my hands on her hips to keep her stable but didn’t try to control her movements.

Without losing connection, she moved up and down, round and round, working, working, working to engulf my rod. Gradually, Lucy’s pussy expanded enough to take me all the way in. She worked up a sweat in the effort. When finally sitting all the way down, she stopped her outward movements. She just sat there for a few moments with her eyes closed, taking shallow breaths and trying to relax her pussy muscles.

With her hands on my chest, she raised herself and then once again slowly impaled herself on my cock. She made an “Ooh! Ooh!” sound when she hit bottom. As she gradually picked up the pace up her up and down movements, wet, squishy sounds from her pussy complimented the “Ooh! Ooh!” she was making.

Aside from my dick, Lucy didn’t appear to be aware of me underneath her. She was fucking herself with my cock. I loved watching her every movement, her every facial expression. Only when I reached up to squeeze her swollen breasts, did she open her eyes for a brief second. She covered my hands with hers, closed her eyes and kept riding.

Having adapted to my width, Lucy picked up the pace and extended the length Kurtköy Escort of the stroke. She changed positions so that, rather than resting on her knees, she was up on her toes doing squats on my cock. When she tired of that position, she returned to her knees but laid down on my chest, hugging me. She moved only her butt up and down like the motion of an oil derrick but, now, rather than slow movements, she was slamming herself down hard and fast.

This was just about the time that Tina re-entered the room. She put a finger up to her mouth to signal me to not mention her presence. She moved over to the bed, grabbed Lucy’s ass cheeks and began moving Lucy up and down even more quickly on my cock. Lucy’s eyes opened wide. She hadn’t realized that someone else was in the room.

Maybe it was the shock of new hands on her ass forcing her movements but that was the moment when Lucy’s orgasm exploded. Her body tightened; her breathing stopped. Tina continued pushing Lucy down hard on my cock and then pulling her back up until just the tip was still inside. Tina pushed her down again. Her muscles released, Lucy gasped for air.

Her muscles tensed and breathing stopped again for a few seconds. Again, she relaxed and breathed deep. This sequence of tension and release occurred a couple more times before her orgasm began to subside. She pushed her legs down to the outside of my legs and, with my erection still fully inside, began to rub her pubic bone against me. I could feel her juices run out of her pussy, down my shaft and onto my balls.

“Whoa, that was beautiful,” said Tina. “I am totally turned on. I think I’m next up for that ride.” She removed her robe and lay on the bed next to Lucy and me. She laid her head on my shoulder and stroked Lucy’s hair. She wasn’t rushing to push Lucy off.

Lucy was quiet, her breathing soft. She was mostly still but continued to move her hips ever so slightly. I hadn’t yet cum so my cock was still hard. She pushed herself up to her elbows and looked me in the eye.

“Wow. I haven’t fucked like that in years,” she said. “I feel like I’m still having little orgasms. Your cock is wonderful. Thanks for the release.”

“Don’t thank me,” I offered. “You did the work. You’re a beautiful woman and you deserve to be fucked like that every time. I was just happy to be here.”

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OK, OK, I’ll admit it. I’m the person everyone loves to hate. I’m a telemarketer.

It’s not like I set out for a career in annoying people. But I really needed a job to help pay for my tuition and, well, the money was too good to pass up. So I was willing to put up with the abuse just to make some cash. Unfortunately, I guess I’m not much of a salesperson, because at the end of my second week on the job I still had exactly zero sales. As I strode into work on Friday morning, I’m sure Mr. Hersh was well aware of that fact, too. He gave me a dirty look as I walked past and settled into my cubicle. I knew I had to make a sale, and make it fast, or my days as a telemarketer were numbered.

I slipped my headset on and logged onto the computer to start the day’s calls. The first half-hour was pretty much the same — hang-ups, cursing, name-calling — until about my thirtieth call.

“Hello, Mr. Stevens? This is Amy from SaveAmerica and I–“

“Ah, just the person I wanted to talk too! Hang on a sec’.”

I had never been put on hold by a prospect, but it was a refreshing change from the usual hang-ups. I peeked over my shoulder at Mr. Hersh, who was still eyeballing me.

“OK, who did you say you were?”

“This is Amy from SaveAmerica and I–“

“You have a sexy voice, Amy.”

I had to admit that he had a rather pleasant baritone, too. “Well, thank you sir. But I’m calling to talk about how we can save–“

“Are you wearing a bra?”

I was shocked, to say the least. “Pardon me?”

“A bra. Are you wearing one?”

I was sure that nothing in our handbook covered this type of conversation. But I needed a sale desperately, and if this is what it took… “Um, yes. But I’d really like to talk to you about the long-distance rates you’re–“

“What color?”

“What?”

“Your bra. What color is it?”

“I…I…I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. I woke up a little late and in my rush to get dressed I just grabbed whatever was on top of my underwear drawer.

“Well, take a peek. I’ll wait.”

This was getting a little weird. I eyed Mr. Hersh, who thankfully had his back toward me while talking with a co-worker. I lifted both hands to the collar of my t-shirt and took a quick peek while pretending to make a minor clothing adjustment.

“White.”

“Nice. Kartal Escort Innocent.”

“Yes. Now about your long-distance rates–“

“Panties?”

“What?”

“Are you wearing panties?”

“Of course I am!” I whispered into the headset. “Now Mr. Stevens, I am not calling to talk about my underwear! I want to show you how to save money on your long-distance charges.”

“Well, you’re the one who initiated this phone call. You barged into my house and interrupted me. So I will set the tone of this conversation until you either sign me up or hang up on me.”

He opened the door just a crack. He expressed a willingness to listen to my sales pitch, and then maybe even give me a sale! So I kept at it. “Alright, but I’m really not comfortable talking about–“

“What color?”

“What?”

“Your panties. What color are they?”

“I got dressed so fast this morning, I honestly don’t remember.”

“Take a peek.”

“Mr. Stevens,” I hissed. “I’m in a room full of people. I can’t drop my pants to check on the color of my underwear.”

“Sure you can. Or maybe I’ll just hang up.”

“Oohh,” I grumbled as I scoped out the room. No one was paying any particular attention to me, so I casually laid my hand in my lap and slowly undid the zipper on my jeans.

“White! They’re white too!” I quickly zipped back up.

“Ah, a matching set. How sexy.”

“Now, Mr. Stevens, how much do your long-distance bills run in a typical–“

“You sound like have big tits.”

“Mr. Stevens!” I hissed again. “That’s highly offensive, and certainly not an appropriate way to–“

“Do you want the sale or not?”

I did. “Um…big? Actually, no, they’re kinda small. Now, your long-distance bills–“

“How small?”

I was getting aggravated. “What do you mean?”

“Your bra size.”

“34-B,” I spat at him.

“Ah, that’s perfect. Personally, I don’t care for girls with huge tits. More than a mouthful is a waste!”

“Mr. Stevens! Please! Now, about your long-distance bills–“

“I’m taking my shirt off.”

“Fine. Are you paying too much–“

“And my pants.”

“Your pants?” I lowered my voice again. “Mr. Stevens, you can’t get naked while I’m talking to you!”

“Who says I can’t? Tuzla Escort There go my shorts. Wow, look at that!”

“What?”

“My dick. It’s hard!”

At this point, I realized that I was getting a little turned on by my prospect. He sounded nice, intelligent. His voice was very sexy. And here he was telling me that his– Well, maybe it was time to turn the tables. “How big?”

“What?”

“Your cock,” I whispered, glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. “How big is it?”

“Well, I’ve never put a tape measure to it,” he laughed, “but my girlfriend says it’s the biggest she’s ever seen. And she’s seen a LOT of dicks! She says it’s at least eight inches.”

“Oh my. Did you say EIGHT inches? Ahem. Uh, your long-distance bill?”

“Yeah, go ahead and do your sales pitch. I’m gonna lay here in bed and stroke my cock.”

“You are? Oh my God… Uh, OK…um, SaveAmerica can save you hundreds of dollars on your annual phone bill.” I could hear his breaths getting deeper.

“I’ll bet you shave your pussy.”

“A little trim now and then. But with your OK right now we can sign you up for our program–“

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes. And we’ll start saving you money right away.”

“Do you fuck him?”

Oh God. “Yes.”

“How often?”

“Well, he lives on campus, so I only see him on weekends.” I could see Mr. Hersh glaring at me again. “Now, can we sign you up–“

“So when was the last time?”

“Sunday.”

“Sunday? And today’s Friday. I’ll bet you’re horny.”

“Yes.”

“Amy, I’m laying in bed stroking my cock right now. If you join in, maybe you’ll have a sale.”

‘Maybe I’ll have a sale’. Just the words I needed to hear. But more than anything right now I needed to cum. His words had me incredibly turned on, and the fact that this conversation was taking place with my coworkers blissfully unaware just a few feet away had my pussy soaking wet. “Um…right here?”

“Sure. Just pretend you’re itchy.”

Looking around again to make sure there were no watchful eyes, I slid my left hand down to my crotch. I started to slowly rub my pussy while staring into the computer monitor.

“Do you suck his cock?”

“Yes.”

“Does he cum in your mouth?”

“Yes.” Anadolu Yakası Escort I worked a finger down to my clit, rubbing it through the seam on my jeans.

“I’ll bet you like that.”

“Yes.”

“Does he reciprocate? Does he lick your pussy?’

I started to gingerly rock my hips toward the base of my palm. “Yes.”

“And do you like that?”

“Yes!” Making sure no one was watching, I increased the pressure on my clit.

“Is he good? Does he make you cum?”

“Umm,” I said, my voice now trembling. “Sometimes…”

“Sometimes! Amy, you should let ME lick your pussy! I GUARANTEE you’ll cum — more than once.”

I was now rocking furiously in my chair, using both of my hands to rub my pussy. He had me close to cumming!

“Amy, baby. I’m gonna explode and second now. I’m ready to shoot my load all over the bedsheets!

“Ooooh,” I squeaked.

“Your boyfriend…does he fuck you in the ass?”

“Oh GOD!” I screamed. I swear the whole room turned to look at me. I sat motionless for several moments until all heads had turned away. Once I was sure that I was no longer the object of my co-workers’ attention, I resumed rocking my hips and rubbing my pussy. I lowered my voice before speaking again. “In the ass? No. I’ve always wanted to but he’s a little squeamish about it.”

“I would fuck you in the ass, Amy.”

“Mmmmm.”

“I’d set you up on all fours, and lube up your little hole.”

“Uh huh…” I caught my voice rising again.

“Slip in a finger.”

“Yeah?” I could barely control myself.

“Swing one hand around to caress your stiff nipples…”

“Yes…”

“Use my other hand to finger your sweet, wet pussy…”

“Oh, please? Finger my pussy! Squeeze my titties!”

“Then plunge my big cock right up your ass!”

“Oh yes!” I whimpered. Through the headset, I could hear my prospect grunting and groaning.

“I’m cumming, Amy! Oh yeah! Hot cum shooting out of my dick! Straight up! Almost to the ceiling!”

This sent me over the edge. “Fuck me! In the ass! With your big, fat cock!” I was rocking uncontrollably, my hands furiously rubbing my pussy as I shuddered to a delicious climax.

I sat quietly for a few moments, basking in the warm, post-orgasmic glow. I had almost forgotten about my prospect.

“That was nice, Amy. Thanks for calling. But I’m not ready to switch my long-distance carrier right now.”

CLICK.

The bastard! He hung up on me! And didn’t give me the sale! Oh well, at least I got a good orgasm out of it. And, I do have his phone number…

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I found you lying there in bed, a cover only covering your top half. From your toes to your waist was completely uncovered, almost inviting me to come play with you. You were just waking up as I began to slide onto the bed, sliding my hands up your calves, slowly spreading your legs nice and wide as I moved my way up them. I began to kiss at your knees and slowly worked my way down your thighs, eventually moving to your inner thighs, causing you to moan and shift slightly.

You then rolled over; causing me to duck out of the way a bit as you swung your legs over. In doing so, you rolled completely out of the covers, tossing them aside as you did, still not fully awake. I smiled and slid my hands up the back of your legs, slowly kneading them under my thick fingers. You let out a sigh of delight as my hands reached your ass, and I began massaging it gently. I slid up on you, working my hands to your thong, and I slowly began tugging it off of you, working it down your thighs and calves. I tossed your panties aside and slid up between your thighs, pressing myself against you.

I saw your hands grab the sheets and you pulled on them hard, moaning with delight, still thinking it might be a dream. I slowly leaned over you and I whispered in your ear to wake you up. Your eyes flew open and you realized where I was. You immediately tried to get up, but I placed a hand on the back of your neck and I began massaging it gently, to make you hot and bothered and to get you to relax a bit at the same time. You immediately settle down and let me begin to please you, as my hand stroked your pussy gently, occasionally fingering your clit as I felt myself hardening against you. You reached out and grabbed the edge of the bed as I moved my other free hand back and freed up my cock from my pants. I then slid my hands over the soft flare of your hips and I pulled you back into me, sliding my cock into you nice and deep, but slowly, holding it deep inside you to let you get used to feeling my hardness inside you again.

You moan nice and loud and begin begging me to fuck you and make it rough. I oblige you, starting slow and picking up the pace until I’m working my cock in and out of you nice and hard, our skin slapping together as I continue to pull you back into me. After a few moments I hear you begin to moan loud and long for me to spank you while I ride your pussy hard. I begin spanking you at the same time as I begin rolling my cock in you in circles, pulling it around all inside you, dragging it along your Göztepe Escort pussy at every possible angle as I slide myself in and out of you harder and faster. I slide my hands down your sides and I begin teasing your breasts, playing with your nipple ring as I knead your luscious breasts under my hands roughly. I keep working my cock into you harder and faster with each second, keeping my cock going deep into you with each thrust. You continue to moan loud, all the while drawing your breath in ragged gasps between moans and screams. I feel your pussy begin to tighten on my cock, and in response I pull out of you, not ready to cum yet and not wanting to have you cum before me.

I grab one of your hips and roll you over, then I grab your wrists and I pin them to the bed as I slide down between your thighs. I slide my cock back into you and I begin working it into you nice and slow again. I feel you wrap your legs around my waist as I struggle to keep your hands pinned to the mattress. Finally I move your hands to the headboard and I refuse to let go unless you grab it and keep your hands there. After you do, I move my hands down to your ass and I begin pulling you up into me, causing your entire pussy to rub along my cock as I worked it in and out of you. I feel myself finally begin to swell inside you and I feel you again begin to tighten on my cock as I work down into you faster and faster with each second. Finally the two of us both surge toward cumming, and I feel myself finally ready to release. At this point, you no longer can hold it in either, and your hands come flying off the headboard to my back, where you begin digging your nails in more and more, causing me pain as well as the pleasure of working my cock into you. In response I work my cock harder and harder into you, slamming us together almost painfully. Your cries of ecstasy become intense as the pain mixes with pleasure for both of us. Finally we both explode into each other, you dragging your nails across my flesh, drawing blood as you cum all over my cock. I explode violently into you as I slam my cock into you deeper and harder than ever before, causing you to scream at the top of your lungs, as we are both fulfilled.

I collapse onto you, having spent most, if not all of my energy. You, however, are not totally spent and you shift your hips slightly, rolling yourself over on top of me. You roll off of me and then you lay to the side of me, your hand trailing down my chest, both of us breathing heavily as we lie there for İstanbul Escort a moment. Your hand finally dives down to my cock, and you begin stroking me gently with your hand, working on making me hard again. I feel myself start to harden slightly, but when you realize that I’m not going to get completely hard without some serious help, you slide your mouth around me and begin bobbing your head up and down while working your hand in tune with it. Quickly I become hard again, and you stop when you realize this, then you swing a leg over and position your pussy just over my cock. You then slide down it slowly, working the head inside you, then working the rest of it into you by dropping onto me hard, causing me to moan and groan loudly as you slam down onto me, our skin slapping together hard.

You then grab my hands, much as I did to you, but instead you move them to your breasts and I palm and knead them as you begin to ride me, rocking your hips down onto me. You reach back with both hands and spread my legs apart, so you can drop down between my legs as you rock back. You rock back and forth hard, occasionally putting your hands back on the bed near my legs as you rock your hips up, keeping my cock inside you and making it bend almost painfully. I keep my hands on your breasts despite the pain and pleasure you were putting me through, squeezing them hard as you ride me. I feel myself begin to swell hard inside you, and you move a hand down under you as you rock harder and harder on me. You squeeze my cock hard, trying to keep me from cumming for as long as you can. I feel you begin to throb on my cock as your pussy becomes even more hot and wet than before. You keep moaning loud and long as you grind down onto me, still squeezing my cock hard to keep me from cumming until you do. I finally don’t think I can hold it any longer, and just at that point, you rock up hard then spasm and I feel your juices coat my cock. You pull your hand off my cock and collapse onto me just as I cum, and you cry out one last time as my hot juice flows into you. I slide my hands to your hips and I pull you up off of me slowly, all the while kissing your lips and neck as I roll you to the side and lay you down next to me.

We lay there for a few moments together before I get up and head off to the shower…After a few moments of washing myself off, I hear the bathroom door open and I pull back the curtain, offering you a spot in the shower with me. You brush up against me, pressing your ass against my cock for Anadolu Yakası Escort a second, then sliding your hand to it. I begin washing you off, sliding the soap over your wet skin as the water cascades down over us both. After a couple minutes I lean in and kiss your neck gently, then whisper in your ear that I’m going down on you. I slide around in front of you, my hands on your waist for a moment, pulling you to me before I kiss down your neck, chest, then over your breasts and stomach. I then pull your hands to the shower wall as I get down to your pussy, the water dribbling down over both of our bodies. I begin to lash your pussy with my tongue, laying it flat as I run it over you, then sucking on your clit and working my lips and tongue side to side and top to bottom on it. You moan loud and tell me to keep going. I keep working you over with my tongue, occasionally letting it dive into your pussy as I keep working you over, stopping only to suck on your clit as before.

Before too long, not for growing bored with it but for wanting to try something new, I slide around behind you and I place my hands on your ass. I spread your ass nice and wide open and slide my cock into it, then I begin working it roughly into your ass, sliding it all the way in and almost all the way out with each thrust. As I’m already hard again, I feel myself begin to swell in your tight ass as I work my hard length in and out of you. I grab the washcloth and I pull my cock out of your ass, then I clean it off as you moan loud, waiting for me to do something more.

After I clean it, I slide my cock into your pussy hard and deep right away, then I begin working it into you hard and fast, making you have to stand on your tiptoes. I wrap your long, flowing hair in my hand and I begin tugging on it enough to make it pleasurable when combined with me working my cock into your pussy hard and fast. I feel you begin to throb and tighten on my cock as you begin building toward a strong cum, since the two of us are both still so hot from the last two times. I finally can hold it no longer, and I tell you I’m about to cum. You respond by sliding a hand back between us and clamping it around my cock, forcing me to hold off cumming again until you can fully build up toward being fulfilled completely. And when I feel your pussy begin to throb and tighten on me hard as I work my cock into you deep and fast. Finally I feel you tighten on me unbearably and you release your grip on my cock just before you explode all over me, and I release hard into you. After a few moments of holding my cock in you, I slowly pull out and let the water wash both you and I off. Finally we go back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed together, kissing and cuddling before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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“Oh for goodness sake, she’s just an old friend, ok?” Emily climbed off Jack’s lap, fat lips sneering at his flagging member. She pulled up her underwear.

“And yet you refer to her as your ‘first love’, and boast about your… antics , even while I’m inside you?”

Em glared and his stomach wrenched. He wanted the big seductive eyes back. Her wetness chilled on him. She clawed her new, boyish hairdo in frustration. “Years ago at college! Look, you want me to cancel France? Is that what it’s going to take to get you hard again?”

“You talk about this bloody trip too much.”

“What? You think I want to get back together with Beatrice? Now? Right there in her husband’s villa? I see how you look at her. You perve on the thought of us together.”

“Oh yes. That’s what’s got me so hard right now. The thought of watching my wife finally, for once in her life, enjoying oral. With her ex.”

That’s when Em slapped him.

#

They travelled separately to Provence, as Jack had a conference in France, the reason why Beatrice had suggested they all meet up in the first place. He took as long as he could getting there.

His wife’s confession about her past had been hard to take, but he could accept it as that. The past. However, now it was all out in the open, why did she have to dwell on it? Did she really think he enjoyed hearing the explicit details of the things she did with her lesbian lover? “Beatrice fingered me in church… She loved to lick me from behind… often we were both wet to the knees…”

Meanwhile, she was so reticent with him. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. This weekend would be the ultimate test.

The villa was enormous and beautiful, dappled by cool leafy sunlight and set in its own grounds. Not only was Beatrice a sexual threat, but her husband, the much-feted Parisian artist Le Génie, could afford all this, too? Jack’s manhood shrivelled.

Then Beatrice answered the door.

Beatrice. The bright, happy – irrepressibly flirtatious – artist’s model-turned-muse with her sexy accent and carefree curves and cheeky pout. She threw her arms around him, and for a moment, he was lost in the flowery dampness of her long, dark, just-washed hair.

She reached up and kissed him, French style, once on each cheek. He hugged her, English style, as if she was his maiden aunt. The woman was wildly voluptuous compared to his elfin wife. He had to admit, Emily had impeccable taste in women.

“Bonjour, lovely boy!” She sung and grabbed his hand, hauling him inside. “Le Génie has gone to pick up Emmy in the car. The airport taxis are a rip off. “

She dressed like a gypsy next to the tailored city fashions that Em favoured, her bare feet slap-slapping on cool, smooth flagstones as she led him through the house, turning all the usual polite questions into the bubbliest of conversation. She all but pushed him into their guesthouse, next to a long pool.

“Here you are, all yours, have a swim if you like, but please come and drink wine with me, oui?”

The water looked enticing after his long journey – and Jack wasted no time in getting into his swimming shorts – but then became possessed of a sudden awkwardness about revealing himself to Beat, who sat waiting outside. He loitered by the pool-house door, unsure if he should change back into his clothes. Was this proper? To be half dressed, alone, with his wife’s ex?

“Hurry up!” Beatrice bellowed quite suddenly, as if reading his mind, “Let me see this fabulous physique Emmy gloats over so!”

Bereft of any choice, Jack stepped out to wolf-whistles and dived into the pool. The shock of freezing water took his breath away as he crawled across to where Beatrice sat with a bottle, dangling her feet in the water, dark peasant skirt up around her brown knees. She giggled as he gasped to a stop. “The pool is fed straight from the mountains,” she said, “I forgot to say. Sorry. Drink this.” Beatrice shoved a large glass of red wine at him and gulped at hers. “Let them find us in-flagrante delicto, non?”

Jack smirked. “I don’t believe that means what you think it does, Beatrice.”

She sipped, and sparkled at him. Jack was suddenly thankful for the cold water. He glugged wine. “Where is my wife, and your perfect man, then hmm?” He said, feeling her eyes drilling into his chest.

Beatrice sighed. “Oui, they are taking far too long. But Le Génie is not so perfect. I am cross with him.” She pulled a goose-bumped foot out of the pool and cupped toes in her hands.

Jack squirmed; he did not want to be drawn into taking sides in a lovers tiff. He held his Maltepe Escort tongue. Beatrice growled anyway. “He is so selfish, you know?”

He gestured to the pool and house. “He seems to be providing you with a good life, to me.”

“No.” She pressed her lips to a raised knee as if to shut herself up, then blurted. “I mean as a lover. You two are so lucky to enjoy licking each other so. With him it is like-” she mimicked him, grimacing and sticking out her tongue. “Sorry. You are English I know, you don’t talk of such things.”

Jack downed his wine and dunked his head in the water. Beatrice roared with laughter and refilled his glass. The sun, the wine, this beautiful, candid, woman. He felt dizzy already and left the glass alone. But…

“Em said that?”

“What?”

“That we… she and I enjoy…” He rolled his hand. Beat peered down at him almost in triumph.

“What, this is not true?”

“No. It’s great. Just, well. Never mind.”

Beatrice smiled and patted his arm. Her hand hot and soft. “You forget how well I know your lovely wife, Jack. She is also a little like Le Génie, non? Why do you think we split up, her and me. I know she enjoys receiving a lot more than… giving.”

Hot, lapping, silence consumed them.

Beatrice clasped her hands between her knees and flipped her legs in the water. “What is taking our lovers so long!” she gasped, cheeks pink.

Probably the wine, Jack deduced. It was certainly getting to him. Then, as if to prove the point, he blustered, “Probably in a field somewhere tearing each other’s clothes off.”

Beatrice sniggered. “Oui, enjoying a lovely soixante-neuf on the grass. Laughing and licking and climaxing…”

“Yes! That’s it, the bastards.” Jack laughed too loudly. His heart hammering fit to burst, unlocking every brain cell and releasing all sense. He slapped Beat’s knee. “Come on then, our turn! Get your knickers off girl!”

His attempt at bawdy humour barked out over the water and away into the icy mountains. Beatrice arched her great dark eyebrows and her smile trembled, then disappeared. She blinked slowly. A long terrible moment eked itself out. Jack closed his eyes in shame, waiting for the gentle rejection.

“Monsieur, I would certainly remove my underwear, if…” Her voice was a husky whisper, “… if I was wearing any.”

Such a quiet bombshell. Jack cleared his throat and Beatrice chuckled. She stroked one foot with the other. They both watched her legs.

“I suppose,” Jack felt a warm stirring in his shorts, “It’s just too hot for undergarments.”

“Maybe.” Beatrice shrugged. “But when one is to entertain a beautiful man, it is just exciting to be secretly naked, non?”

Her dark eyes seemed to fill the sky. He pulled himself out of the water and splashed onto the poolside. She made no secret of staring into his lap. He leant back, letting the water run off his skin and his shorts squirm beneath her gaze, secretly glad that the heat of the wine and the conversation seemed to mitigate any cold-shrinkage down there. This was ok. Flirtation. No harm in it.

“No. You’re teasing me.” He said, trying not to blare another nervous laugh.

Beatrice stood and swirled her skirt with contrived flamboyance as she pivoted and strode away, revealing in an irresistible glimpse of clefts that she definitely was not teasing.

Jack rose and followed, possessed by the notion that they were beyond flirtation now, and then mesmerised by the wobbling swing of her hips as she climbed the stairs. In her bedroom, she reclined in the corner of a window seat, sat carelessly with her skirt gathered between rudely splayed knees.

She tilted her lips up at him as he stood beside her, but this was not what he wanted. She pressed the palm of her hand to the stiffness in his shorts, and he flexed against it, then gripped her skirt and pulled it up as if tearing aside the last shred of their conscience.

She watched him take in her mound and swung her knees wider. He settled between them and pushed his mouth to her flushed folds, so much fuller than Em’s, and lapped his tongue into a shocking slickness. After months without the marshmallow resilience of a woman in his mouth, jack’s head spun. He groaned and his manhood bucked in his shorts.

Beatrice pulled her legs up and back and muttered in staccato french, moaning and gasping as he devoured her sex, relishing its salty heat and the eager grind of her hips at his mouth. When she cried out and locked her hands behind his head, and then her feet too, he found himself humming as loudly as Beatrice. It had Anadolu Yakası Escort been so long since he had pleased a woman this much, this way, that his eyes moistened at the bliss of it.

She arched and howled “Oui! OUI!” And Jack laughed, licked, and gulped at the illicitly satisfying pulse of her juices as she ground out a deep, writhing climax on his tongue.

She shuddered and swore as he eased off his licking, kissing her lightly and enjoying her post orgasmic slinkiness. She took his head in both hands and peered down at him.

She stooped and kissed him, her tongue flipping in his mouth. “You like to eat me?” She said, biting a drop of her own moisture from her lips. Jack nodded, wiping his hand across his.

“Prove it.” Beatrice nodded at his trunks. He stood and presented his hips to her, his cock ridiculously stuck out the top, harder than he had ever been.

“Oh, Oui…” Beatrice pulled the shorts down and took hold of his member, her hot hand delicious on his chilled skin. “What a delightful brute! That is too hard, it will burst, non?” She pressed a kiss to it and sighed, her breath rolled down his shaft along with a teased-out drop of pre-cum. She swung her tongue around him, chuckling as his knees trembled.

“I’m not finished,” he said and pushed her back. She beamed and lifted her hips and he impaled her effortlessly and deeply in one slow stroke. Her jaw dropped and her sex fluttered as she engulfed him, chewing her hips at his strokes.

“Merde.” She breathed, “This will not take—”

The crunch of tyres on gravel below, just outside the open window, jolted Jack to a halt.

“No!” Beatrice wrapped her legs around his hips as he pulled away in panic.”I am too close!” She wriggled her hips at him to speed up. He pushed firmly and quickly.

The car stopped and a brake cranked. From their position, they could see through the passenger window, into Emily’s lap. With a twist of guilt he recognised the grey silk chinoise dress Em would wear to please him.

Beatrice huffed and puffed her whispering encouragement, grinning down at the cuckolds. “Oui, oui… don’t stop. Oh… how… delicious…”

Jack was torn between the picture of unequivocal, blushed, pleasure spread before him and the torturing glimpse of his wife and Le Génie, outside. He pushed as hard and fast as he could into the clamouring woman, desperate for her to orgasm so they could compose themselves before they were caught. At the same time he was shocked at the strength of his ardour, that the urge to please Beatrice was more compelling than even the terror of being discovered.

Beatrice seemed unconcerned, worse, she seemed to be enjoying the moment, her cries mounting in volume. He pushed his hand over her mouth but this seemed to drive her even wilder.

Then everything went strange, as -in the car – a man’s hand leant over Emily’s lap and pulled up her skirt. Emily didn’t stop him. She remained with the silk around the crease of her thighs, revealing her stocking tops and panties. Her wedding lingerie, in fact.

Beatrice whimpered and shuddered. “They can’t… see us!” she said, eyes wide and riveted, also, to the oddness playing out below.

Emily leant back and pulled the skirt higher, sliding her hips to the edge of the seat and opening her knees a little. Displaying herself.

“Oh Oui!” Beatrice rammed her hips hard at Jack’s thrusts.

Emily tugged down the waist of her underwear and exposed her nakedness to the driver. She had done something to her mound. Gone was her honey tuft of hair. What kind of nightmare was this? Jack wanted to climax, and howl in pain. He swallowed at a hard lump in his throat even as Beatrice swallowed his hardness between her legs. The man patted his wife’s smooth bald folds like a puppy’s head. What kind of reaction was that?

Beatrice rolled her eyes and locked rigid. Jack rammed and hauled her orgasm out of her, holding up her feet, grinding his teeth as Emily fixed her clothing and got out of the car. Alerted by Beatrice’s cries of pleasure, she peered up at them.

Beatrice stirred her hips and wound down her orgasm whilst waving feverishly to Emily. “We are in flagrante delicto!” she squealed. Jack set his jaw. Emily frowned, smoothed the front of her skirt, and charged into the house. The car pulled away.

Beatrice’s eager sex, combined with the sight of his wife’s own infidelity had balled him up inside. So, even though Beatrice had climaxed and was crimson and floppy beneath him; even though his wife’s footfalls trotted up the stairs toward them, he could not stop İstanbul Escort pushing his aching manhood relentlessly in and out of that slavering hole. He would confront Emily like this, fucking her best friend. Her first love’s juices stringing off his fucking balls.

Emily charged into the room, screaming.

“Yay!” she shrieked and grabbed Jack’s face, covering it in kisses, her tongue plunging into his mouth. She smacked her lips. “Salty!” she said, and slapped his bare arse. “I hope that means what I think it does. Darling Cherie!” She spun and launched herself onto Beatrice’s face next. “Clever girl! I didn’t think you could do it!”

She pulled away and regarded the pair, hands clasped and joggling on the spot, eyes flicking over them as if they were a fairground ride and she was working out where to get on.

Beatrice, it seemed, had devolved to pure animal. It was all she could do to rock her hips at him, her hand squeezing Em’s bottom. “Jack is about to give me my third orgasm, darling Emmy, can I have him one more minute?” she purred.

“Yummy, I’ll watch.” Emily unhooked her shoulder straps and let her dress slide to the floor. ” Your hubbie didn’t agree with my choice of lingerie, Beatie.”

“Darling… oh… my husband is gay. Unless you had a cock in there… ah… he will not care… oh…”

Em smiled and wriggled off her panties. “He liked my Hollywood wax, though.” She posed, twirling the silk underwear around her finger. Jack gawped at his wife as if for the first time, resplendent in bra, stockings, and absolutely nothing else. Other than a look of perfect joy. Even her newly revealed intimate lips seemed happy, poking out a cheeky pink tongue; she chuckled and kissed him again.

“Come on, don’t slow down, can’t you see she’s close? I hope you didn’t mind our little subterfuge?”

Beatrice groaned, Jack gripped her hips and shoved hard into her gaping slot. “I’ll cope, I think,” he said. Em was already climbing onto the window seat with them, standing astride her friend with her naked rump toward him.

“There is a rental fee for my hubby,” Em said, pushing her hips at Beatrice’s face. It was the last straw for the woman’s resolve. Jack glimpsed a wet tongue slide up into his wife and then Beatrice shuddered into another rigid, though muffled, orgasm.

Em watched Jack over her shoulder with huge hooded eyes as her Beatrice screeched a climax into her sex and Jack slid hard and fast between her best friend’s thighs. Em grasped her bottom and dug her nails into it. “Oh God yes,” she muttered and shivered, stirring her hips on Beatrice’s face.

The roller coaster ride of an afternoon had left Jack unsure whether he would orgasm any second or never again. He decided to just go with it while he had it, and slid out of Beatrice. He stood on the seat and slid straight up into his wife.

Emily laughed with a wild abandon Jack had never heard from her before. Her friend cackled, licking them both eagerly as he impaled Em deeply from behind.

“There it is!” Beatrice said, “At last! The Laugh!”

The Laugh? This extreme pleasure was that common – for them – it had a name. Why didn’t he know this? A dark flash of doubt had Jack faltering; a doubt consumed by his wife’s tight, shockingly liquid hollow, the slender writhe of her hips and the flared plumping of her bottom. Everything underscored by Beatrice, licking Em’s juices from his balls.

Jack decided to stop worrying. He increased his speed until Em’s buttocks slapped on his front and Beatrice licked and sucked everything that came into range.

Em emitted a long, low moan. It had been so long since he’d heard this noise; he had quite forgotten what it meant. Beatrice didn’t miss the cue and sat to attention. When it hit him, that his wife was about to climax, every lock sprung inside him. He moaned too.

“Yes,” Em muttered into his ear, her head lolling back in the crook of his neck. “Cum with me.”

“Oui, oui! hmmf!” Beatrice pressed her lips to Em’s bud and with a juddering howl Emily was sucked, and fucked, into orgasm. Jack locked too, tried to control his thrusts as long as he could, then plunged wildly as he erupted into his wife.

Beatrice laughed all the way through their blissful twitching, lapping them through it and refusing to stop when they finally calmed down. She sparkled up at them, running her tongue along his glossy length as Jack withdrew. He shivered and Em laughed and hopped in hysterics as Beatrice probed a cheeky tongue inside her.

“So, darling Jack, tell me,” Em said, climbing off them both. “Still think I was looking forward to this trip too much?”

But Jack was lost, Beatrice taking his idly pumping member into her mouth and drawing on it with a blissful hum. Em stroked her friend’s hair, watching. Her lip curled. “Oh, and by the way, both of you?” she said. “I will never do… that.”

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He comes to me each night and I long for the day to end just so I can be with him. He fills me with his spirit, and I am satiated.

Each night I prepare myself for him. I lavish my body in a bath of lavender scented oils. I sponge the warm water over my skin and breathe in the sensual aroma of the candles. I let my hands wander over my body, feeling the softness of my skin. I feel I could almost sleep in this oasis of warmth and aroma.

Wrapping myself in the thickest towel, I pat my skin dry. Small drops of water still drip from my shoulder length hair, causing tiny rivers down my spine as I move from the warm lush bathtub to the edge of my bed.

Wanting to be soft to his touch, I smooth cream all over my skin with the palms of my hands. I want him to be surrounded by the sweet scent of my perfume. To be mesmerized by the silky feel of my skin. My fingers massage the cream into the calves of my legs and then up over my stomach. It is all I can do to resist the temptation of letting them slip between my thighs. By now thoughts of him occupy every corner of my mind and I can feel the swelling and heat that comes from the memories of him.

Carelessly, I allow my hands to run down over my stomach and fall between my aching, swollen loins. Ecstasy envelops me and it is all I can do to stop myself from falling backwards onto the bed, surrendering myself to these blissful yearnings.

The wind blows the curtains billowing into my room, breaking my reverie and I move to the window. I can hear his voice calling me in the night. My name on his lips! How I love to kiss those sweet, delectable lips. I know he’ll be here soon.

Still naked, I admire my body in the mirror. Tracing a finger down my side and smiling at what I see. I enjoy how my breasts heave as I take a deep breathe, thinking of him Maltepe Escort kissing me. With only a gold necklace around my neck, there is nothing to interfere with his hands that will want to explore all of me as he makes me his own.

The silk wrap on the chair shall be my blanket. The feel of it on my skin makes me shiver. I lie on the bed and wait.

Slowly I drag the fabric up over my body. The coolness of it make my breasts scream and nipples taut. I let it slip between my legs and feel it pull up against me, as I slowly drag it. I am completely covered. He will enjoy coming in and seeing me this way. Lying in bed, naked and waiting only for him.

My eyes are closed, but I feel him drawing near. The wind blows in again through the window. I feel the softness of it caress my skin. Then I’m not sure if it is the wind or his breath I feel. The silk scarf falls away from my body as I wait for him with great anticipation.

I feel him trace his finger over my cheek and then my lips. I want to take it into my mouth but he draws away. With my eyes closed, I can’t see him. I only feel him. His finger continues over my chin and down slowly along my neck. I take a deep breath as I feel a shiver run through me. I know his eyes are drinking in my nakedness. I can somehow feel his heart beating quickly; I hear his breath coming in a soft whisper. He is calling my name, teasing me by brushing the silk scarf over my breasts. I arch my back, aching for him to touch me. Wanting his hands to cup my breasts, massage them. I long for him to roll my nipples between his fingers. The silk scarf slides lower down my body and I am exposed entirely in the pale moonlight.

I know he must be enjoying this moment. I am his, and his alone. I feel him draw near me. He whispers in my ear – a husky, beckoning İstanbul Escort call filled with an urgency that we are both consumed with. His lips are on the nape of my neck, his hands tracing circles around my breasts. I am paralyzed with ecstasy. My lips are begging to be kissed, and when they meet his the desire in my body comes alive. I nibble and taste him. I long to just run my tongue over his lips, to suck on them. His kisses fill my body with waves of delight as his hands rub my nipples and softly squeeze my breasts. I must have more of him.

I hungrily kiss his neck and run my lips to his chest. My hands feel the tight muscles in his back, as he so carefully lets his body hover over mine. I am lost in this emotion. I am lost in his touch. Like a doll he puts his hands under me and pulls me to him. There isn’t a questioning look. He understands my need. His lips hungrily find my breasts, and suck on my nipples as my intense moans grow. Fingers are running down, pressing in between my legs. Oh, how I want to feel you touch me. They tease, feel, play and I push my hips skywards, urgently wanting them inside. Longing for them to penetrate deep inside, to satisfy that intense desire.

His Lips are like fire moving down my body and I feel his hard maleness moving from my thigh down. I sigh and press my hips deep into the bed under me. Enticing him to move lower, screaming in my mind for his kisses to reach farther down. I am his goddess, my moans his call. He is rewarded with every soft moan and sigh as he lets his lips fall to me. His tongue presses between my sweet lips; tasting the desire he’s created. My mind blank, my body moves with a rhythm of its own. My fingers run through his hair, as he teases me with butterfly kisses.

Feeling his breath against my thigh, his Anadolu Yakası Escort tongue dancing, I am drowning in a wave of rapture. A moment is lost; there isn’t thought or sound. Only the explosive pleasure he brings to me.

My eyes flutter open and I see him. A glow from the window washes over his body. I reach for him, pulling him to me. He pushes his body against mine, his hips between my trembling thighs. He takes my hands and puts them above my head, his fingers wrap around my wrists, holding me there, immobilized by his strength and desire. I slowly feel him press into me while my lips eagerly meet his. My breasts arch into his chest and slowly he starts making love to me.

He continues to hold my hands away from his body and only allows me to explore him with my lips. I am insane in wanting to touch him. I want to pull his hips into me, run my hands over his back. I want to gently trace his lips and kiss them greedily. I seek out his lips, and bite down on them as his thrusts inside me quicken. I can’t breathe as my body consumes him. The sweat rolling down his back drips onto my stomach and he groans as he nuzzles into my neck and sends me reeling. I drag my hands out of his and reach for his body. Stroking him, feeling his skin, pulling him so deep into me that I want to scream, from sheer passion. I hear myself calling out his name and he responds with a soft moan. I push him from me and turn onto my tummy. I drag his hands around me until I feel his chest brush my back. I sway my hips into him and tease him until he grabs them and takes me forcefully.

Both of us moan from the sheer animalistic desire that takes over. The urges to just devour each other. His hands reach and squeeze my breasts. I push my back into him and turn enough to reach his lips with my own. Ragged breaths. Strong moans. Deep, hard strokes. He clutches me to him and with a final plunge into the depth of my soul, he shudders against me. He is mine. For that one suspended moment, we are one. Phantom lovers, spirits that mix together, and share a passion, in the darkest still of the night.

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Kenna jumped as the doorbell rang. Was she really ready for this? She squared her shoulders and checked herself in the mirror one last time. Perfect… short tight jean skirt, tiny black tank top, bed rumpled hair. She took a deep breath and pulled the door open. She could do this, this wasn’t that hard. Take it one moment at a time. As their eyes locked it was as if they had never been apart. There stood Billy in his old ripped up jeans and t-shirt. Looking like he had stepped out of the pages of an Anne Rice novel with his long black hair and seductive eyes. She heard someone clearing their throat and the trance was broken. Looking down she saw a plain girl, standing to the side and slightly behind Billy. Her eyes ran up and down, taking inventory. The girl was short… maybe five two, and chubby. She wasn’t ugly really, just uninspired. Her face was round, her eyes were brown… dark kind of curly hair pulled back. She was wearing jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, and Kenna was amazed that anyone would dress so fully for a California summer. The girl was shifting back and forth from one foot to the other, obviously uncomfortable. Kenna bit the inside of her cheek and thought to herself “Here goes nothing “

She motioned for the two of them to enter the apartment and take a seat on the couch. With a confident smile that she didn’t really feel she asked “Would either of you like something to drink?” Billy shook his head and the girl just looked at the floor.

“Hey babes,” Billie said as he relaxed back into the couch, “This is Anadolu Yakası Escort Lindy.” Kenna smiled and said everything that was polite but she could tell that the girl wasn’t comfortable. Hell, who could blame her. I mean here she is meeting the girl who he was prepared to spend the rest of his life with and they’ve been together for like three months.

As things progressed they just got more awkward. The girl was obviously pissed, and her passive aggressive bullshit was starting to give Kenna headache. Couldn’t this girl just come out and say it already. It was obvious that she didn’t fit. Billy and Kenna knew each other too well. They shard private jokes, they could speak to each other without voicing a word. Of course Lindy didn’t fit. I mean what is three months compared to three years? Even the radio was conspiring against her, playing all of their old songs. Lindy finally spoke up, shocking the hell out of Kenna. “She speaks Who knew?” Kenna snickered to herself.

Looking so painfully uncomfortable that putting her out of her misery almost seemed justified Lindy whispered “I feel like the third wheel on a date.” Kenna and Billy both tried to make her more comfortable. Billy let go of Kenna’s hand and put his arm around Lindy, and Kenna attempted to be nice by telling her that it was only old friendship and that it just took time to get to know people this well. By the time three hours had passed Lindy had to leave for work and she did not look at all happy about leaving Billy alone with Kenna. She offered Kurtköy Escort to call in sick, but Billy assured her that Kenna would take care of him. Kenna shook her head at his choice of words but didn’t say anything.

After Lindy had left for work Kenna suggesting driving around and looking at some of their old haunts. They drove around talking for hours and ended up at an office building. The building was never locked and they had started out using the bathrooms at night when they were out with their friends and didn’t want to drive too far. After discovering that the place was never locked and always empty at night they had started using the bathrooms for something more ummm… involved. As it turned out Kenna needed to get rid of the 44 oz Dr. Pepper she had drank, and so they snuck into the building and up to the third floor.

Kenna wasn’t looking for anything else… she honestly just had to pee… but the memories were all around her. Being there with Billy made it seem as if they had never broken up, as if they had never been apart. Their connection was as strong as ever. When they reached the bathrooms they didn’t speak. They just looked at each other, and as the bathroom door closed behind them their lips locked. Clothes were thrown everywhere as their tongues dueled. It felt so good, so right, to be there with him… to be holding him…. kissing him. In that moment nothing and noone else existed. They were alone in the world, touching and tasting each other. He pushed her down onto the floor and as he came down Pendik Escort on top of her she wrapped her legs around him. Her arms went up over her head, hands flat against the wall to brace her body. Their eyes locked as he slid into her and groaned. She threw her head back and began to pump her hips. The entire room went out of focus. They were the only two people on earth, the only thing that mattered was how good she felt. She reached out with her tongue to lick the sweat off of his neck, and her entire body arched off of the floor. She exploded, tightening around him in spasms. She heard him moan once, twice… and then he went still inside of her.

Kenna opened her eyes to see Billy holding his body about an inch above hers. He slowly slid out of her as he sat up and pulled her up with him. Their eyes locked for a moment, and in that moment she knew. This was it… this was all they had for now. She wasn’t going back. He wouldn’t leave. Their lives were separate now. Kenna stood all the way up and began to get dressed. She laughed when she saw the mess he had made of her hair and did her best to straiten it with her fingers. He groaned when he felt the wet spot on his jeans. This had happened, they couldn’t take it back. Kenna didn’t honestly know if she wanted to take it back. Now, well now it was time for damage control. They made their way down to the parking lot and leaned up against the car. Kenna lit up a smoke and Billy joined her. As they stood there in silence a familiar car drove by. “SHIT!” Billy whispered. “Did you see that?”

“Yeah,” Kenna said back, “just relax… she probably didn’t notice us and even if she did… well it isn’t as if we are still naked.” They both heard the screech of brakes. Kenna rolled her eyes and got ready to face the dragon.

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