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I was walking through the house, I don’t remember why, especially after seeing her sitting there. There at her little makeshift desk crunching numbers she sat. For who or what I didn’t really care, I just noticed her sitting there with that tight t-shirt on. She never wore bras around the house, it only made things harder to access for me, a victim of being a male, I loved tits and her’s were perfect. On her small frame, they looked even bigger than they really were. Stretching the fabric tight across them, I swear that shirt was two sizes too small and it probably was, she loved to tease me nonchalantly.

I loved that way about her, how she would sit across from me reading a book or watching tv and slightly part her legs, just enough for me to see that she had no underwear on and if I was really lucky, a glimmer light from the delicious moisture that flowed from her. It would make me hard as a rock. We would sit there waiting to see who could hold out the longest. I would make no attempt to cover up the throbbing bulge in my pants, even shifting in my seat to show it off even more while catching her out of the corner of my eye staring at it. She didn’t like to let on but she craved my cock.

In a matter of time, she was always the one who couldn’t hold out, often excusing herself to go to the kitchen or some other place in the house, usually to pull up her skirt and plunge a finger or two into her hot slit while moaning softly, the only loud noise coming from her wetness. After a minute or two I would follow after her only to stumble upon her in a moment of weakness. I could only watch her, skirt hiked up, leaning on the counter with her legs spread, fingers working herself over trying to cum. The juices had formed a small puddle on the floor, her hand glistening as it plunged in and out. After seeing that, I had to pull my cock out, it was starting to hurt straining so hard against my jeans. I stood there erect, watching this obscene display with precum dripping out of me onto the floor.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, the things this girl does to me. I walked up behind her, she didn’t even notice, lost in her own near-orgasmic world, and slid my hand around her neck Kartal Escort and squeezed gently. This was all it took as she moaned loudly and came hard. Feeling her shake as I bent her over the counter I couldn’t help but smile. Letting go of her neck, I pulled her shirt up releasing her perfect breasts with the rock hard nipples onto the cold countertop, then reached for both hands and pulled them behind her back. I held them there with one hand, the other pushing her back down onto the counter. She knew better than to resist.

I eased up behind her, my cock sliding up between her legs and over the soaking wet lips of her pussy. I slowing slid over them again and again, enjoying the wanting moans she made. She wanted it so bad but I was going to take my time physically taunting her with each slow thrust coating my cock with her juices. Reaching up with my free hand and pulling her hair to the side exposing the side of her beautiful face, I licked from her shoulders up to neck, tasting her. I craved her, every square inch. I wanted to taste every single spot on her body, a lick here, a nibble there. On occasion I would even give her a bite, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark, often on the edge of where her clothing would lie. A casual slip would inform anyone looking that she wasn’t the formal lady she appeared to be but a nympho in nuns clothing as it were.

I made my way up her neck with my tongue, licking and nibbling along the way. Pulling on her earlobe with my teeth, listening to her moan and feeling her close her legs to trap my cock between her thighs, squeezing me as tight as she can while I slowly thrust between them. It was when I reached her lips and they parted that I spread her lower lips with my cock, the instant our tongues touched was the same instant I sunk deep inside of her. Her tight pussy milking me for all I was worth. Kissing her while I slowly went as deep into her tight wet hole as I possibly could.

I broke the kiss and stared into her eyes for what seemed like forever, I felt like I could see into her very soul. I could see her want for me on that beautiful face of hers, her mouth forming the Pendik Escort words “fuck…me…please?…”. I knew what had to be done. I closed my eyes and stood back up, I could feel her tighten as she knew what was coming.

Looking down at that perfect round ass of hers, pulling my cock out slowly and pushing back in, giving her that feeling of fullness she desired. Watching her pussy lips stretched around my cock as her pussy desperately tries to pull me back in as I pull out. She starts to lean up off the counter in eagerness, she never could hold out for long. I gathered her hair in my hand and pushed her back down forcefully and relieved her of her wait. My cock started slamming in and out of her hard, deep, and fast. My thighs slapping against her ass, my balls slapping her clit with a moist sound escaping every time.

I pounded into her like a jackhammer, all the way out to the tip and back in as deep as I could go. Her moans told me I was giving her exactly what she needed as she made little animal noises. A squeak every now and again as I slammed into her so hard I must have hit her cervix. She loved every second of it. Letting go of her hair, I slapped her across the ass hard, again and again making her cheek glow a bright red. She was helpless to do anything, my other hand still holding both of hers behind the small of her back. I had complete control over her every move.

As the pressure built inside of me, I picked up the pace and fucked her harder than I thought possible. She was going to be sore for days after this, her punishment for her wanton acts. I let go of her hands but they stay where they are and reach up, pulling her back by her shoulders so we’re both standing, her big tits now free for me to grope and squeeze. Playing with her tits, pulling on her nipples until they’re hard enough to cut diamonds. Rolling them between my fingers gently at first, then pinching and pulling, an act that would cause her great pain but now only gives her immense pleasure. I roll them harder between my fingers while still fucking her pussy for all it’s worth, I want them to be sore as well, every shirt she wears for days will scrape across Göztepe Escort them making her tingle with every step she takes, every move she makes.

She’s almost there, almost to the point of cumming so hard she loses consciousness. Her legs are shaking and her knees are weak from the fucking I’ve been giving her. I can feel her pussy pulsing on my cock. It’s when she starts to shake at the onset of her earthshattering cum that I plunge deep inside of her and she squirts her girl juice all over my balls, some making it far enough to land on my legs. Her inner thighs have streaks of our juices going down past her knees. It’s as she’s still cumming that I pull out and push against her ass, she doesn’t even notice, she’s in her own little world. My dick coated in pussy lube, there’s no resistance as I slide in deep and start fucking her earnestly. This sets her off again and I can feel every muscle in her body tense as she writhes in pleasure.

I’m so close, I can feel my cum boiling inside of me. She’s still cumming, groaning loudly as she lays on the counter pushing her ass out against me. She starts coming back to earth as she turns enough for me to see her looking at me, biting her lower lip. Her tits jiggling with every thrust. From the squeezing I feel inside of her, I can tell she’s close yet again. I slap her ass again hard, watching her close her eyes in shock and pleasure, then reach around to flick my fingers across her clit in rhythm with my cock.

I’m on the verge of unleashing my load into her, the whole point of this entire exercise. She looks surprised when I stop rubbing her clit and pull out her tight ass but quickly understands as I pull her off the counter onto her shaky legs and push her down. She finds my cock and sticks it as far into her throat as she can while simultaneously cramming 3 fingers from one hand into herself and tugging at her clit with the other as I grab the sides of her head and fuck her mouth as I stare into her beautiful face. It’s at the point we cum at the same time, I flood her mouth with my cum, puffing out her cheeks before she can swallow it all as she squirts girl cum all over her hand before dripping into a puddle on the floor.

She finishes sucking the last drop out of me before letting my now spent cock fall from her lips. We’re both soaked with sweat as I steady myself and pull her up and hug her tightly to me. Our lips meet and our eyes close as we fall deep into eachother.

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I called Tina and asked if she could get away for a night sometime this week.

There was silence from the other end of the phone line as she pondered. “I think I could make Friday night,” she said, “I must be back home by Saturday lunchtime though, what do you have in mind?”

“That’s perfect Tina,” I said, “I just want you to myself for a night of love, I thought we could go to a hotel somewhere, not too far away, we don’t want to drive far.”

So it was sorted, I booked a hotel only thirty minutes drive away, and early Friday evening we signed in at the reception. We hadn’t taken much gear with us, A change of clothes, and underwear each and our toothbrushes and that was about it.

We went up to our room and as soon as the door closed behind us, I pulled her into me, I crushed her to my chest and told her how much I had missed her.

“Me too,” she whispered.

I told her I had booked a table in the restaurant for eight o’clock, so we had two hours to ourselves till then. Tina had her arms round my neck, leaning back slightly as she looked at me and with her lower body pressed into my groin.

“What shall we do with those two hours?” she enquired amidst a giggle.

“Well,” I said, “I am sure the hotel will have a selection of board games we can hire, we can easily pass two hours playing that, OR, we can watch Gardeners World, on the TV, OR…” and I kissed her neck and squeezed her breast, “We can make wild passionate love, which would you prefer?”

“Go on then,” Tina laughed playfully, “lets make love, then I can get a good nights sleep later, when you are too tired to do it again.”

“No chance of that my darling, you will get no sleep tonight, I have not lashed out on this sumptuous hotel room for you to go to sleep,” and we laughed again. I put my lips to hers, and our tongues flicked together, open mouthed we kissed again, this time our tongues clinging together.

Slowly between kisses we undressed each other, Tina’s top, my shirt, her jeans, my jeans, her bra… Tina’s gorgeous breasts came tumbling out, I caught my breath, I marvelled wondrously at them, so round and soft and so perfect for the rest of her body, I bent my head and kissed each nipple, and licked around each one, we fell backwards onto the bed, with me on top, and for some minutes we kissed and caressed each others bodies.

After satisfying myself with her eyes and nose and cheeks and lips, I kissed the top of her chest, I moved my hand to the sides of her breasts, and just stroked her there, I kissed underneath her breasts and the top of her stomach. We still wore our pants, I turned her over so that she lay on her stomach, I knelt either side of her body and massaged her shoulders, then down to her bum cheeks, round, fleshy and soft.

I kissed her buttocks, and pulled the rear strip of her thong out of the crack of her perfect arse, I allowed my gaze to drift downwards as I pulled the strap until I could see the lovely peach shape of her beautiful pussy, so smooth and succulent, I eased her thong off.

Tina lay with her arms in front of her and with her head resting on them. I pushed her legs apart and ran my fingers along her pussy slit, pushing my fingers into her already wet hole,

I asked Tina to raise her bum up, as she did so I took my boxers off and held my now hard erect cock in readiness, her pussy was in direct line with my cock, and I guided it to her entrance, pushing forward as I did so, my cock slid into her tight cunt.

Tina pushed back on all fours, she squealed and moaned as my shaft filled her sex.

“Oh yes, push it in harder she called to me, I began to fuck her with long slow strokes, gradually increasing my pace, faster and harder, I banged against her bum cheeks, reaching under her body to feel her nipples and squeeze her tits, then I held her hips and pulled and pushed her soft body harder and faster into mine.

Tina whimpered then shouted loudly, the bed shook and the room seemed to rattle, she cried out and raised and shook her body aggressively, I hung on to her knowing she had cum, I felt round her pussy and the cum dripped from her.

Resuming my thrusts, my thick cock stretched her hole, more thrusts and my eyes screwed up, my face tingled and my motion froze for a second before I ejaculated my entire balls full of cum deep into her welcoming pussy.

Tina fell forward onto her face and I lay on top of her, resting on her spongy buttocks, it felt so comfortable, we didn’t speak for ages, then I whispered in her ear, “Shall we Maltepe Escort play that board game?”

It was time we got down to the restaurant for dinner, we showered together then dressed and went downstairs, the dining room was quite full but our table was ready for us and we settled down to enjoy our meal.

It was a good atmosphere in the restaurant and we chatted to the waiter, he told us that later that night a singer would be performing in the lounge, I asked who and he said it was Donny Gaul, the Irish folk singer, we laughed out loud at his name, knowing full well that it was just for his act.

“Shall we go and listen,” I asked Tina.

“I would like to,” she said, “we will be in the bar anyway so we may as well listen to him.

So after finishing our meal and thanking the waiter, we made our way to the lounge. Irish folk singing would not generally be the choice of either of us, but this guy was good and he really entertained the big crowd there to see him.

At eleven o’clock he finished his act and said his goodbyes to the audience, coming off stage he had to pass our table, so I called to him, “Hey man you were great.”

He stopped and said, “Well thank you very much, glad you enjoyed it.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied and sat down with us.

I told him I was Mark and introduced him to Tina, he took her hand and looked at her appreciatively. I called the waiter over and ordered more drinks and we began chatting to Donny, he told us he was staying at the hotel and would be appearing again the next night, we asked if he was in any hurry to go anywhere and he said he wasn’t, and would probably just go to bed.

One drink led to another, and another, and I noticed that Tina had changed her drink again to Vodka and orange. I knew from experience that she always became randy and sex obsessed when she drank that, and I wondered if she had designs on some fun with Donny. We were getting on well together and the lounge began to empty as it got late and guests went off to their beds. Tina nudged my leg and flashed her eyes at me, letting me know she was interested in prolonging our friendship with Donny

“It looks like they are closing up,” I said, “Come up to our room Donny, we can have another drink up there.”

Donny looked quizzically at us. Tina excused herself and went off to the loo, and while she was gone, I asked Donny a question.

“Do you fancy some fun and games tonight Donny?”

” What do you mean by fun and games,” he asked, half knowing what I meant, but wanting confirmation.

Well Tina has an eye for you and we like variety in our sex lives.”

His face brightened up, “lead the way,” he said enthusiastically.

Tina returned and on the way upstairs, she held my hand and smiled, while giving me a knowing look, she knew what I had in mind and was giving me her approval.

“Which room are you in?” asked Donny, “I just have to pop along to my room, I will be back in 5 minutes.”

“OK,” I said, telling him our room number, and he dashed off along one of the other corridors.

Tina looked a little concerned, “He hasn’t run off has he,” she asked.

“I think he will be back alright, he wanted something from his room,” I reassured her.

Once in the room Tina went straight to the bathroom, I sat and waited for Donny. True to his word he was back in the five minutes, he had a bag with him and he dropped it just inside the door.

“Are you OK with this?” I asked him.

“Oh yeah, I’m all ready for action,” he said with a big grin.

“Fine,” I said, “Lets see what happens when Tina comes back.

A few minutes passed by, then Tina emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a big fluffy bath towel, Donny stared, and I grinned my approval. I met her in the middle of the room, gave her a kiss you and said with imitation pomp, “Good evening Miss Tina, may I present our guest for the night, Mr Donny Gaul.”

She replied in equally haughty tones, “Pleased to meet you Mr Gaul, would you like to fuck me?”

There was nothing self deprecating in Donny’s reply, I have just the weapon to make you very happy,” and he promptly unzipped his jeans and lobbed his cock out for Tina’s eyes to feast on. Donny was very well equipped, long and thick and very much to her liking,

“That will make your eyes water Tina,” I said.

“My eyes are already watering,” she said, “but with lust,” and she closed her hand tightly round Donny’s cock, not being able to make her fingers Anadolu Yakası Escort meet.

I discarded my clothes and stood behind Tina, pressing my body into her back, I kissed her neck knowing it is one of her erogenous zones and reached round to remove her towel,

Donny’s eyes opened wide with admiration when he saw Tina naked, “COR!” he exclaimed, in a non too sophisticated way, I looked over her shoulder at him, “Come and get it Donny,” I invited him.

I thought he would rip all the buttons off his shirt, the way he tore it off, jeans, pants and socks followed in very quick time and for a second Tina feasted her eyes on his nude form.

His cock was certainly something to be proud off, and Tina, having been fed on big, and very big penis’s, was most impressed. Donny stepped forward, and while my two hands enclosed her naked breasts, and my own hard long cock pressed into the crack of her bum, he dropped to his knees and kissed her pussy lips. He licked up and down each smooth lip and used his fingers to part them and insert his tongue into her slick vagina.

I jerked my hips forward causing her to push her pussy flat against his face. Slowly I eased her down onto the carpet, and she lay on her back, Donny hardly noticed, without missing a single lick, he resumed his new position, on his knees, his face between Tina’s legs and his tongue inches inside her love hole, I knelt by her side and sucked the nipples standing long and erect at the summit of her tits.

Donny gorged himself on Tina’s cunt, I could hear him sucking and slurping as he drew her juices from inside her. With me stimulating her nipples and squeezing her tits, and Donny biting and licking her clit, her body was ready to explode.

Donny suddenly stopped and stood up. “Right,” he said “Time for something else,” and he bent down and picked Tina bodily up from the floor, carried her to the bed and dropped her full length on it. “Stay there,” he rapped, and he went to the other side of the room to pick up his bag, he opened it up and pulled out ropes with shackles on the ends.

He threw two of the ropes to me and said, “Tie one to her wrists and one to her ankles.” I did as he said and he did the same to the other side. Tina smiled and said nothing, considering it to be part of the game. When we were finished Donny stood on one side and me on the other, Tina was staked out on the bed, her arms above her head, tied to the bed posts and her legs spreadeagled out and tied to the bottom bed posts.

She was completely helpless and totally at our mercy to do whatever we liked with her body. I looked at Donny and asked, “Do you always carry this stuff around with you?”

” It comes in handy sometimes,” he said, and he brushed his fingers lightly over Tina’s pussy lips, “Come on,” he urged, jolting me out of my reverie, “have your fill of her.

I don’t have to tie Tina up to get my fill of her, but nevertheless, resumed my play with her nipples, I kept my eye on Donny, and he was tickling and teasing her, making her body tremble and shake, he concentrated mainly on her lower stomach, inner thighs and defenceless pussy. I kissed her and she kissed me back, seemingly enjoying what was happening to her body. When I looked up again Donny was about to insert two fingers inside her and he pushed in and out of her sex quite aggressively, he had a sort of leer on his face and I thought to myself he was more than just turned on.

He increased his fingers in Tina to three and was unconcerned that he was hurting her.

She strained at the bonds holding her but there was no escape, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and licked them, I could see they were swimming with her juices, he climbed up onto the bed, knelt between her legs, and placed his long thick cock at her pussy entrance.

He looked at Tina, “Are you ready for this?” he asked, “You won’t have been fucked like this many times before.”

Tina tried to smile as he pushed his cock inside her, she had no control at all, she could only lie with her legs wide apart and feel him sliding into her. His big penis stretched Tina’s pussy lips wide, she had no need to grip his cock, as it went in it clung to her tight hole.

Tina yelled and shouted at the discomfort his cock was causing her, until his balls were banging against her arse.

Donny fucked Tina good, his young rock hard prick cannoned in and out of her soft yielding pussy, I watched his arse bouncing up and down, while his full length filled her love hole, İstanbul Escort It was some exhibition, I watched Tina’s reaction, her face taught and lined, her eyes screwed up and her mouth opened to release her tensions.

Donny came in a torrent, his buttocks tightened and his whole body stiffened, he fired into her rapidly, emptying his balls of his cum, fluids from them both spread over her belly.

I stroked Tina’s perspiration covered face, and she opened her eyes. Donny got off her body.

“Oh WOW,” he exclaimed, “That was some shag, your turn Mark, get in there while its still hot.”

“What I have just seen happen is enough for now,” I said, I didn’t think Tina was ready for any more just yet.

“Alright, on to phase two then, Undo those ropes.”

He seemed to have assumed charge and doing all the ordering, but I did what he told me, Tina sighed with relief to have the ropes off, but she smiled and said she was enjoying what was happening.

Then Donny said, “OK Tina babe, turn over onto your stomach.”

Tina flipped herself over and supported her chin on her hand, I sat on top of the bed my legs apart in front of her head, and with my cock touching her lips, she opened her mouth and I slipped it in, Donny meanwhile had gone back to his bag, and this time he came back with a short whip.

“What’s that for?” I asked him, now a little alarmed.

“This is for Tina’s plump arse cheeks,” he announced cheerfully, “she will love this.”

I had administered a few hard smacks to Tina’s bottom once or twice during our more aggressive sex sessions, but I thought she would jump off the bed to protect her tender bum skin when she saw the whip, but instead her face broke out in smiles and she completely ignored my cock dangling in front of her face, instead she raised her bum up a short way and waited for the first slap, “Go on Donny, show me what you can do with that thing.”

“Owowowowo,” she yelled as it landed, I jumped down and ran round to the bottom of the bed to look at her rear. A red mark was already showing from the first hit, then the second one landed, “Aaaaaaa,” she again shouted, but got further up on to her knees and bent fully forward so that her cheeks were taught and inviting.

Three times in quick succession, the whip smacked her soft skin, and each time she cried out in pain, but called for more.

“Three more should do it,” claimed Donny, and this time he lashed her arse even harder,

“Aaaaahhhhhh owowowow,” she cried in anguish and pounded the bed with her fists, but as I watched I saw her cum squirting out of her pussy.

“There she blows,” shouted Donny excitedly, “It never fails. Get on the bed Mark and fuck her pussy, I’m having her arsehole”.

Tina was writhing about the bed in both pain and passion, her arse cheeks throbbed with pain but her pussy tingled with stimulated nerve ends, She desperately wanted to feel a cock inside her and practically pulled me on to the bed, she sat astride me and wriggled herself onto my stiff cock, until all of it was inside her, I pulled her forward so that her face was touching mine, and her pained rear facing Donny.

Donny drove his cock into her bum hole, not gently but forcefully, she screamed out as his cock travelled swiftly along her anal canal, I even felt his cock pass mine, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh, Tina gripped my shoulders hard for support, I raised my hips as high as I could to push far into her pussy, but it was from her bum hole that all the feeling was coming to her, I heard Donny grunting and groaning and I saw he was working hard, none of us could last, Tina had been cumming almost non stop for the last fifteen minutes, and now both Donny and I, within seconds of each other poured out our hot sticky cum, mine into her pussy hole and his into her arsehole.

Tina fell full length onto my body in a faint, I soothed and comforted her as best as I could. Donny pulled his cock from her hole and stood by the bedside.

” Well folks,” he said, “I sure did enjoy that, thanks for inviting me, If you are here tomorrow night, come down and see the show. If not here’s my card and if you see me appearing anywhere come and say hello, I will always find time for you two, especially you Tina, and he leaned down and kissed her cheek, gathered up his things, called and waved his goodbyes, and left our room.

We stayed huddled together for several minutes, not saying much, but both of us reliving the amazing sex we had been involved in, Tina much more than me, she whispered to me that it had been fantastic, but her arse was sore.

I roused myself, “Come on darling, I’ll take you into the shower.”

Ten minutes later we emerged feeling a little more refreshed but desperately tired, we climbed into bed and in each others arms, we slept.

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The rest of my day at work was uneventful. I taught two more classes, one of which was just administering a mid-term exam, and then I headed home to get myself refreshed for my evening with Jennifer. Our lunchtime quickie had left me craving more.

I got to Jennifer’s around 6:45. She was clearly not in the mood to fuck around. As soon as her front door closed behind me, she guided me up against the wall in her foyer and dropped to her knees. This get-together was starting in a very similar fashion to our meeting earlier in the day.

“Did you shower after work?” she asked, fumbling with my belt and zipper.

“I did. Wanted to be all nice and clean for our evening together.”

“Good. I haven’t had enough wine yet to be tasting my ass on your dick.” She engulfed my still only half-hard cock, taking it all the way down to the balls and savoring it for a few seconds. I could feel myself quickly becoming fully erect thanks to her talented mouth and throat. I placed one hand on the back of her head, lightly grabbing her hair and gently pressing her mouth back down onto my cock.

“No!” she said, with a sharp slap on my hand. I was a bit surprised, but also more than a bit turned on. “You decided you wanted to be in charge earlier, so I’m taking over for now. No touching. Just stand back and let me have my fun.”

After explaining how things were going to go, Jennifer focused on getting my clothes fully removed. First she removed my shoes and socks, tossing them aside carelessly. Then she forcefully pulled my jeans and boxers down, indicating that I should step out of them. My now rigid cock bobbed in her face while all this happened. She teased me by breathing heavily on the head.

“Shirt, too,” she ordered. She was really wearing her boss face this time around. I complied quickly.

Now entirely exposed in front of my lovely plus-sized boss, I stood back against the wall as she had told me to do. I folded my hands behind my back to resist the urge to touch. Jennifer Ataşehir Escort remained fully clothed, adding to the power dynamic. Her massive breasts bulged enticingly in her sexy black turtleneck that was at least a size too small.

Maintaining eye contact with me, Jennifer went to work on my cock. At an agonizingly slow pace she worked me all the way into her throat, until my balls rested up against her chin. I almost lost control when I felt her tongue snake out between her lips and tease my balls. She pulled me out of her mouth equally slowly, leaving a strand of saliva lewdly bridging the gap between the head of my cock and her wonderfully hot mouth.

The connection was broken as she started to slowly stroke my shaft, first with one hand and then with both. She stared up at me the entire time, my face likely an equal mix of pleasure and desperation. I needed to cum, badly. I had thought all afternoon about our plans for this evening, and I had known better than to jerk off and deprive Jennifer of her cum. She was a demanding boss.

“Does this feel good? My hands, my mouth, my tongue… do you like this?” She maintained a steady pace jerking my dick with both sexy, chubby hands.

“Yes, Jennifer. I love it. I’m gonna cum so hard for you.”

“I don’t know if I should let you right now. You were a very, very bad boy earlier today. Remember that?”

“I do.” I was loving every second of this. “I remember.”

“What did you do that was so bad? I asked you for something, remember?” Jennifer paused her stroking to take my cock about halfway into her mouth, then just as quickly released me and resumed her luscious handjob. She was such a tease.

“You asked me to cum in your mouth.”

“Why didn’t you do that for me, Tyler? Why didn’t you cum in my mouth?”

“Because I wanted to put it in your ass. I came in your ass.”

“That’s right, Tyler. You came in my ass even though I told you I wanted to swallow it. I did have an amazing orgasm, Kadıköy Escort sure… but that doesn’t change the fact that you disobeyed your boss at work.” I noticed a change in Jennifer’s expression. She was going a step beyond her usual dominant boss face. She looked authentically angry.

“I’m sorry, Jennifer. I was hoping to make it up to you tonight somehow.”

Jennifer raised one eyebrow, looking intrigued.

“Good. I’ve decided that I am going to let you cum right now. Then after dinner we’ll have some more activities in the bedroom. You can make it up to me all night.”

Not wasting a moment, Jennifer resumed her oral attack on my raging hard-on. Earlier her sucking had been slow and tantalizing, but now she assaulted my cock with her tongue and lips, seemingly desperate for my load. She plunged repeatedly up and down the length of my dick, bringing me close to the edge of orgasm.

“Give it to me. Give me the load I wanted. Cum for me right now.”

Almost buckling at the knees, I gave in to Jennifer’s demand. I couldn’t possibly hold back any more.

“Fuck, babe. Here it comes. I’m cumming.” I repeated that handful of phrases in one order or another for the duration of my orgasm. It seemed like I gave her a decent-sized load.

As I tried to return my breathing and heart rate to normalcy, Jennifer did her best to smirk up at me with a mouthful of semen. I smiled down at her, anticipating the moment when I saw her take my creamy mouthful down her throat. I was surprised to see her stand up without swallowing. I’m sure my face betrayed my confusion.

Jennifer moved quickly to pin me up against the wall. She held both of my wrists stationary against the wall while she used her ample body to keep me from going anywhere. Still smirking at some secret joke, she moved her lips towards mine. That’s when I got the joke.

Payback. I wouldn’t give her a load to swallow earlier, so she was going to give me one now. I started to panic.

“Jennifer, Bostancı Escort no. Come on, we’ve never d-…” My protest was cut short, for obvious reasons.

Feeling her lips press to mine, I decided to give in. Not that it would have been easy to get out of the situation if I’d tried. Jennifer was significantly larger than me, and perfectly capable of dominating me physically if she decided to.

Her tongue forced its way between my lips, bringing with it my first taste of my own semen. As both of our lips opened wider, Jennifer began pushing the load into my mouth. As I had suspected initially, it was a lot of cum.

I’ll admit that I was in a very weird spot mentally at this moment. On the one hand it was sexy because my boss was dominating me and using me for her own gratification, regardless of my protests. It turned me on. But on the other hand, how did girls swallow this on a regular basis? I had a momentary flash of guilt thinking of all the loads that girls had swallowed for me without so much as a grimace.

As I wrestled with the idea of swallowing my own cum, Jennifer looked on with satisfaction.

“Isn’t it tasty? Don’t you see why I wanted it so bad today?”

My lack of response was all the answer she needed.

“Do you want to swallow it?”

I shook my head, hoping that Jennifer would ease up on me.

“Okay. Give it back to me then.” I was saved. A wave of relief washed over me. As Jennifer had said earlier about tasting her ass on my dick, I wasn’t nearly drunk enough at this point in the evening to be experimenting with swallowing my own semen.

Jennifer leaned in to kiss me, and we reversed the process from earlier. I got as much of the cum back into her mouth as possible, leaving only the taste of it behind in my mouth. As soon as the transfer was complete, Jennifer gulped it down happily.

“I’m a good boss, Tyler. That’s why this time was just a warning. But let’s be clear… Next time you misbehave like that when your boss tells you to do something at work, you are going to be the one swallowing that load.”

“Got it, Jennifer. Thank you.”

“Okay, now let’s get on with our night. Dinner should be almost ready.”

*

Our after-dinner antics are a story for Chapter 3.

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Continuing to watch herself in third person, Casi’s TV persona carefully scrunched up the stocking, she then lifted her right leg to slip the silk over her foot. Resting her foot on the bed she pulled on the stocking, keeping it taut as she drew it up her calf and over her knee. As she got to the larger area of her thigh, she ran her hands around and under to make sure that the seam was perfectly straight. Then putting her leg back to the floor, she fastened the front suspender clip, adjusting it to the correct length. Then twisting, clipped the rear suspender in place; her pendulous boobs receiving the close-up attention of the cameraman.

Casi had to agree with herself, that the impact was pretty good and she also had to admit that she looked pretty good too. Her slender, long legs looked toned and tanned, probably from her hours spent in the garden. Her thin waste had a slight hint of a four pack, as she breathed in. Her boobs she had always been proud of, large enough to create a stir when she was wearing revealing clothing, firm enough to go unsupported when she felt like it. But the one thing she had never seen from this angle before, was her pussy.

As the Casi on screen scrunched up the other stocking and then raised her left leg to put it on, Casi surprised herself by saying out loud, “Oh my God!” Then quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Both her eyes, and the camera lens had spotted a new target of interest and zooming in refocused their attention. Clearly and in HD close up, Casi saw her vulva for the first time.

Of course, there had been fumbling moments in her adolescence when she had investigated herself, but that had been many years ago, and although she knew what she felt like, seeing herself from this angle was a new experience; despite Alex’s penchant for making these erotic videos, or home porn as he called it. She paused the video and studied the almost completely hair free area that was her pussy. Aside from what her husband crudely called her ‘landing strip’ across her pubic bone, Casi preferred to shave the rest of her pubic area, believing it to be more hygienic and more pleasant to the touch. Alex seemed to agree with her too.

Looking closely at her labia however, was where the surprised outburst had arisen. She was shocked at how much her inner labia lips seem to be exposed from the outer. They looked engorged, red and with quite some evidence of wetness. Was she turned on by this dressing routine? Casi remembered the occasion as a romantic meal for Alex’s birthday, that she had set up, seven months ago, but could not remember whether she was turned on at that early stage of the evening?

The Casi on screen had finished with the other stocking and removed the swollen labia from view by putting on the small pair of complimentary, lacey panties. Turning to her bra, Casi put that across her shoulders, and leaning forwards, loaded both boobs into it, clipping it between them. This bra showed her two assets to perfection. Slipping on her knee-length dress she moved out of shot to obviously prepare hair and makeup. The video ended.

“Wow,” Casi said to the empty room, “I’ve married a voyeur and I didn’t know it, you dirty man! I shall have to pay you back for this!” However, looking down at herself, it was evident to Casi that the video had done its intended job. During the film, she had unconsciously slipped down the sofa, her bum was almost at the edge of the cushion. Her legs were apart slightly and she had already undone a few of the buttons on her dress, which had fallen either side of her tanned legs to reveal her small white thong. This small triangular piece of material barely covered her small patch of pubic hair; but that was just as it was intended to do. Casi couldn’t help but put a hand to her pubic area and instantly felt that her small panties were soaked. Oh yes, the film had done its job.

“You naughty boy, you are hard already!” Casi’s attention was Ataşehir Escort drawn back to her voice on the TV as the new DVD started playing. She watched as the Casi on TV knelt between Alex’s open legs, his tight boxers leaving nothing to her imagination. The Casi on screen, slipped her fingers into the waist band of his underpants, drawing them slowly down, relishing the moment before his cock came into sight, seeming to postpone the moment for as long as she could. “Is the camera filming?” She looked up at Alex.

“It is,” he said with a croak in his voice already, as suddenly his cocked sprang out from its cotton trap and slapped against his flat stomach.

“Ah there he is,” purred Casi, as her darkly painted red nailed fingers grasped the base with one hand and the head with the other. “Now then, what does daddy want me to do with you?” she said addressing Alex’s cock rather than him. “It would seem that he wants to film me playing with you and making you explode with all that delicious come!”

Casi lent forwards and put her brightly coloured lipstick covered lips around the slightly expose glans, then drawing back the skin between finger and thumb, she followed with her lips, sucking his hardness into her mouth. Her hair, which had been tied back to prevent intrusion, fell onto his thigh as she knelt up a little to engulf the mass of his cock to its base. Alex was always impressed when Casi deep-throated him, not just because of the achievement of getting his massive cock passed the gag reflex, but also when deep within her, she could somehow contract her throat sending rhythmic pulses along his shaft.

As Casi watched herself performing on the TV, she allowed her fingers to brush aside the wet material of her panties and to gently encircle the nub of her clitoris with her finger-tips. She watched the video intently as her lips withdrew from Alex’s huge shaft, leaving a trail of wetness along its length and a string of saliva which remained connected between his glans and her lips for as long as it could as she pulled away from it.

The magnificence of Alex’s cock would, she felt, always hold her captive. That something could at one point be soft, pliable and small in comparison and at the other turn into this raging beast of throbbing hard flesh, that demanded her absolute attention; as if Pan were blowing his pipes and she must follow his every movement; was intriguing to her. The glans on his penis were her favourite part. Highly glossed, plum-like in their construction, so, so smooth to the touch; indeed, a marvel of Mother Nature.

As Casi watched her lips slide back over the erection on the screen, two of her fingers slid along the very wet valley of her vagina and into her tight hole. Her attention not wavering from the screen as her other self, started the process of sucking and wanking the hard erection before her. She watched as occasionally the cock was accepted into her throat and then she would run her hands along his thighs and up over his hard stomach to the large pectoral muscles where she would play with his nipples as he fucked her mouth. She witnessed the hard sucking and knew she would be making her throat contract on every inward stroke. The watching Casi’s fingers mirrored each movement of Alex’s cock into her mouth with a deep thrust of her own fingers, the slurping of her wetness loud in the silence of the room.

It was evident that Alex was heating up fast. His breathing was already ragged and his stomach muscles contracted. As she watched Casi knew the signs, and also knew that his cock would right now be getting even harder in the throat of her counterpart. His penis would always start to pulse quicker as he tried desperately to hold onto his orgasm and prolong the pleasure.

Casi’s fingers were doing something similar to her too. The slurping sound her lubrication was making drove her on to greater heights, it was such a turn on that she got Acıbadem Escort this wet. She inserted a third finger for good measure and every now and then pulled them right out to run back over her expectantly waiting clit. Before she rammed them home again, her copious juices dribbled down between her cheeks as she ran her fourth finger probingly passed her anal sphincter and in to her anus.

“Umm,” she murmured to the room. “Look what that naughty man has done to me. Oooohhhhh, ummm, ohhh FUCK!” Her finger pulled out of her arse and now all four entered her vagina thrusting up to the knuckles. She drove her fingers in deep against her protesting vaginal walls as she felt every contraction of the sheath of her vagina. “Oh FUCK, OOOHHH FUCK!” She shouted as her orgasm hit her. Casi clamped her legs together hard and rode the orgasm to the end. “Oh, oh, OH THAT’S GOOD! YES, oh yeah I need that!” Her legs trembled in spasm before her as her fingers continued their delving searching for and finding her ‘G spot’. “Uh huh, uuuh huhh, ohhhwww, yess, oh yes.”

Casi looked over at the large patio doors, the curtain less glass showed nothing but the darkness outside and acted like a mirror throwing back the reflection of her with legs spread and one hand slipping in and out of her fanny. The other had worked its way into the top of her dress and was fondling one of her breasts. Suddenly she blushed. What if there was someone standing outside looking in at her right now? What if that someone had seen her whole masturbation routine?

Instead of causing a reaction of utter embarrassment however, the thought of an imaginary or maybe real voyeur looking at her right now only heightened her current sexual state. Casi smiled and opened her legs further so that her voyeur could see more. Of course, it also allowed for her own visual pleasure. She was getting turned on again! It was evident that the previous orgasm had not fully satisfied her, but then that was often the case with masturbation.

The Casi on the screen had undone several of the buttons on her summer dress one handed, revealing her tremendous cleavage in the process. As she was doing this, her other hand was occupied slowly running up and down Alex’s huge shaft. With each reveal of his glans, she would lean forward and blow upon it, then before her upward stroke began, she would plant a kiss upon it. Alex had calmed down a bit as his breathing was a little less laboured, but it was evident that he eagerly awaited the next part of Casi’s sexual attention.

A dribble of pre-come ran down his shaft but didn’t make it too far before being lapped up by Casi’s tongue as she looked up at him smiling. “So, is my baby ready to give me what I want then?” Casi’s TV persona asked. “I think he is, isn’t he?” She leant forward and sucked the head into her mouth instantly bringing Alex to the point where he could not hold on, then she teasingly pulled off him again. “Ummm,” she said, “yes I can see my little Hercules is ready, but he is going to have to wait just a bit longer.”

Casi watched her image on the TV as she looked down at her chest and dribbled some saliva directly into her cleavage. Then kneeling up she pulled Alex’s shaft down towards her and pushed the head towards her lubricated breasts and into the valley between them pushing up towards him so that his cock was caught between her breasts and held there by her bra. Her TV persona then slowly drove it in deeper by raising herself up along his body, then pulling back down again; all the while, staring intently at him. “Is that nice?” She heard herself ask Alex, her smile one of wickedness.

“Uh huh,” was about all he could manage at this stage. Casi rocked back and forth giving Alex a ‘titty fuck’ all the while, planting kisses on his stomach and chest. Then she pulled back off him saying, “I think the girls want to say a proper hello.” She popped the front fastener to her bra and İstanbul Escort both breasts tumbled out. The nipples on them were at full erection and stood out like acorns.

Casi moaned as she watched herself raise again, grasping Alex’s cock and this time she pushed it up between her breasts from beneath, clasping them both around his shaft as she lowered herself onto him. Her fingers and thumbs grasped a nipple each and squeezed on them hard. As the tip of Alex’s cock broke free from the top of her cleavage, Casi lent forward and licked the top before sucking it into mouth and then pulling off again. After two such thrusts, Alex could no-longer stand it. “I can’t hold on any longer, I’m going to come!”

“Are you my dear?” The video Casi taunted, “Well this I need to see!” Pulling Alex’s cock from between her breasts, she slowly sucked the plum shaped glans into her mouth and pumped it up and down until she felt it stiffen further in her hand, then she drew down the foreskin fully exposing the glans of his penis.

Casi knew what happened next on the video, she already had four fingers inserted inside her vagina, and had released her breasts a while ago. Her free hand grasping hold of one of her rounded orbs and punishing the nipple. She groaned again as she looked back at the screen to watch her husband’s orgasm. In the video Casi was moving in for a further kiss when Alex erupted with an “Uuugghh.” Catching her out and making her jump a little with the unexpected force of the ejaculation, as it hit her just under the nose and exploded outwards across her face.

Rivulets of sticky, hot glutinous come dribbled into Casi’s mouth. She continued to wank Alex furiously with one hand, whilst the other cupped his balls. Her index finger slipping into his anal sphincter. As the second ejaculation fired off, it caught the screen Casi on the side of the cheek and neck, ricocheting into her hair then falling down across her back. The masturbating Casi, wiped her drenched fingers across the same places on her body and fed her fingers urgently into her mouth, tasting her juices as if they were his. She could almost feel the warm come run down her back and mingle with her bra and dress.

As Casi’s second orgasm approach she watched the video as her counterpart’s hands worked feverously, urging Alex on as she heard herself say, “Yes baby, give your come to mummy, give me it all, drown me in it. I love your come on my face and tits!” Casi could see that Alex was captivated by the view of her jiggling breasts. As she looked on another shot of his come hit her on the chin and fell immediately to her breasts the more fluid parts of his semen running down into her cleavage, whilst leaving a pendulous glob dangling from her chin.

Another shot of ejaculate hit her above her left eye, immediately dribbling down her face and making her close that eye just as another hit her in the cheek and ear. A further two shots with reduced volume and force fell across her breasts, the last merely dribbling down his shaft. Both were panting with the effort of that explosive orgasm, both were so completely turned on they were making quite the mess of themselves.

“Oh my God!” Casi feigned scolding him. “What a mess you have made, look at the state of me!” Alex’s come had pretty much covered Casi’s face, and tried valiantly to cover her breasts too. She wasted no time in scooping up the semen and feeding it hungrily into her mouth, until she was left with a few bits in her hair, down her back and across an eyebrow, “Well, I hope your camera caught all of that? I know I did.” She laughed at her own joke, before leaning in to suck his cock into her mouth again.

Casi had seen this video a number of times now, she knew that Alex came eight times, and unconsciously counted them as they burst from his cock. With each spurt, she rammed her fingers deeply into herself bringing on another orgasm by the time Alex got to his eighth shot. “Oh yes,” she whimpered, “Oh yes, oh I wish that come was all over me now!” She had by now fully smothered her exposed breasts with her own juices and continued to rub her hand across her face and neck as if emulating the Casi on TV. “Yes, I can almost taste him now.”

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Since then we used to sometimes chat or talk through calls. We both wanted each other sexually since then and would often plan to spice up our life. Her husband was to go on a two day training on Saturday night and was to return on Tuesday. So we decided to make love on Sunday. She asked me how I wanted the Sunday special. I said that I wished to see her in saree. She agreed and I asked her not to shave her vaginal hairs. She asked if I liked her vaginal hairs, I said that I loved them and not to shave it this time. She agreed. I said that when she comes on Sunday I will have a surprise gift to her. She kept asking what it was. But I didn’t reveal it.

Sunlight broke in my house and I was very much waiting for her to get home. She said that since she was wearing saree, she would go to Sri Ranganathar Temple and then only she will come. I was losing patience from morning itself. I decided to make and have breakfast. She came to my home by around 10am. She looked beautiful in saree and she had adorned her hairs with flowers. The fragrance itself was setting the mood. I said that we should be more romantic today and she smiled in affirmation.

I suggested her that I would feed her and fed her idly with my hands. She ate them silently and playfully like a child. Soon after eating we began discussing how that day’s sex should be. I suggested that I needed atleast two session, one as slow and graceful while the other as rough and random. She too suggested that we needed to explore something new.

I told her that I had a surprise for her. She asked me what it was. I told her that I have kept the surprise on the bed and asked her to wear it. Actually it was a bra and panty. It was white in color and had floral designs on them. I bought it for her. She wore it under her saree and said to me that it was nice. We decided to start. We closed all doors and curtains before starting.

We started playing soft music and lit a candle at the centre of room. By using curtains the room was dark and the candle light gave the dim light. This itself upped our sexual mood. I opened the cupboard and took the items purchased for this sex session. A packet of dotted moods condom, a red silk cloth, Ümraniye Escort a bottle of honey and a Diary milk chocolate. She accepted everything except the condom. She was telling that using condom will not give sexual pleasure. I was concerned about pregnancy. She said that she had bought pills to control pregnancy.

We started to hug and liplock. We kissed slowly and passionately. I started sucking her lips and she started to kiss and play with my hairs. I kissed her cheeks and breast. I slowly undressed her saree. In the low light, she looked just as a newly wed bride on her first night. I rolled over her and lay over her. My weight was pressing her. I continued to suck and taste her lips and tongue. We kissed for some 10 to 15 minutes. I moved down to her breast and cupped both her breast. She closed her eyes and bit her lips. I started to massage her breast with both my hands. I kissed them, sucked them over the dress and even tried to bit her nipples over the dress. I moved down to her navel. I kissed it. Sucked it. I massaged my face over her navel. I pinched her hips and pulled it hard.

I then moved done to her vaginal area and planted multiple kiss on the area. I lifted her skirt up and kissed her thighs. I massaged and felt her thighs from feet up to her vaginal area. Then I removed her blouse and skirt. Now she was wearing the white bra and panty that I gifted her. I smiled at her seeing her wet and hard nipples. I inserted my finger into her vagina and found that it was wet. It was ready to be serviced by my penis. I removed her inner wear too and I made her lay over me. Her breast was resting over my chest and it was hard and erect. Her vaginal hairs was touching and pressing my penis and hairs over my private area. I put my hand over her and touched her hips and spine region. I put my both hands on her ass and started pressing them. Her breathing increased and her wetness became more.

I then asked her for foreplay and lied on by back with both hands supporting my head. I took the red silk cloth and tied it around her waist. She was completely nude except for the red silk cloth as a thin cloth over her hips. Red was the color of love and İstanbul Escort sex. It dim light it beamed strongly. I took the diary milk and it was already melted. I put into my hands and applied the diary milk on my erect penis. Now it was something like Diary milk penis. Every girl liked diary milk as it was tasty and yummy. Now my dick was waxed with diary milk. She laughed at this sight and said that she loved dairy milk and that she was going to lick it clean. She started sucking slowly and sucked deeper than last time. May be she was really licking the diary milk. I got a heart ful satisfied blow job for around 10 to 20 minutes. She satisfied me to the core. She was gentle and at times varied the pace and finally I reached my climax and cummed in her mouth itself. She drank it along with the diary milk cream.

Now it was my turn for the foreplay. She said she wanted the same like last time. I told her this time it will be different. I asked her to lay on her back with breast facing the roof. I took the honey bottle and put my finger into it. I took the finger out and put into her mouth. She sucked by finger. I watched her how she sucked. I put the finger back into the bottle, covered my finger with honey and first poured some honey over her nipples and breast. Then I started sucking both her breast. In between I cupped and massaged her breast. I started licking her nipples and sucked all the honey that I poured on her breast. She began swaying her head and legs. She was enjoying the pleasure of being sucked.

I then moved on to her vagina and applied honey on them. I asked her to open her thighs. I lay between her legs and inserted my tongue into her pussy and started tongue fucking her. I then put my mouth on her vagina and sucked her. Soon she had her first climax. I sucked and licked the cum and the honey. It was lot sweeter than the first time. I inserted one finger into her ass and slowly thrusted them. She begged me not to do it as it was paining. So I put one finger in her ass and other finger in her pussy and started finger fucking her pussy. Then I inserted two fingers into her pussy and moved all the fingers in her ass and vagina. She was blowing Anadolu Yakası Escort out the air through her mouth and was swaying and beating her legs on the bed. I increased the pace and soon she had her second climax. We both lay still and tired for some time.

I was ready to fuck her with my penis. She stood four on her legs and hands. Yes, it was the first time that we were to fuck in doggy style. She bend and leaned forward over the bed. It was easy to enter her and held my hands on her waist for getting grip. I slowly fucked her in and out. It was such a nice feel and little resistance was there. I was able to reach deeper into her and it gave both of us very good sexual comfort. After few initial thrust, I gradually increased the thrust and went on from straight to both sides to explore her vagina with my penis. Occasionally we slowed down and paused for some time and resumed the fucking. After around 20-25 minutes I cummed in her and she too cummed by that time. Both of us were happy and rested for some time. I went out at around 1pm bought us lunch. She ate lunch without wearing any dress. We then resumed after 2.30pm for the next round of sex.

It was the rough sex. I removed her red silk cloth over her waist and tied into around her eyes. It was time for blind folded sex. Without wasting much time in foreplay we went directly into sex. I suggested doggy style. She said that we just did doggy now and she wanted something new. I calmed her down saying that this is new doggy. She stood on her feet and bend over my table. Her ass clearly showed her vagina and asshole. I asked her to relax and smile. She asked me what I was about to do. I silently put my penis in her asshole. She resisted and cried. But I didn’t give up. After few trust it went in fully. She cried in pain. But after few more thrust she stopped crying and started moaning in pleasure. The room was echoing her moan in the soft background of the music being played. After around 15 to 20 minutes she had her climax and after that I had mine. And turned her around and hugged her tightly. She responded by kissing on my lips. I held her tight and once again sucked her breast and pressed her ass.

We were done with the schedule and soon she left to her home. After she left I had a deep sleep as I was very tired of the fuck session.

The next day both of us were on leave because the session was very exhaustive. Things didn’t end and it further continued.

To be continued.

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It is well after midnight. The dark ebony mist floating in the starlight. You have long since gone to sleep and I know that I should meet you in our dreams, but my body is on fire, shaking with unfulfilled need. I try to distract my yearnings, while a soft rain begins to fall. The sweet lullaby quieting my mind and relieving the tensions of the day, if only for a minute. As if reading my growing hunger, the quickening drops strike roof only to be randomly punctuated by thrusting rumbles of thunder. While the rain begins falling in ravaging torrents, my mind wanders to such decadent enticements that I can no longer control my yearnings.

Hastily, I rush to the back patio to embrace the storm which has become the personification of you. Just as I step into the downpour, loud cracks of thunder announce my arrival. The flash of lightening which follows provides a spotlight for the erotic visions that are about to unfold. I catch my breath realizing that despite the late hour, anyone could be watching. In fact you could be right here watching from behind the moonlit bushes. A naughty smile crosses my lips as I imagine you taking in the sight of my now soaking wet, peach lace camisole clinging to my sizeable breasts. My nipples poking through holes in the lace, occasionally suspending droplets of rain from their hardened peaks. How wicked of me to think of your tongue catching each as it drops.

My thoughts are interrupted as thunder rolls once more and my body is momentarily awash in the light. I seductively strip İstanbul Escort the camisole from my slick skin, allowing you full view of my naked breasts dancing in the moonlit downpour. I raise my arms and spin around allowing the rain full access to my exposed flesh. Drops of rain hit my swollen breasts and my nipples instinctively harden, turning upward in anticipation of pleasures yet to come.

My pulse quickening, I rip the second skin of wet lace from my hips to allow the rain to access the sweet flower hidden at my core. Naked, I recline on the picnic table spreading my legs and exposing my tight bud to the pelts of liquid now teasing my depths. My body yearns for you, like the lily yearns for the summer rain, but I have only my imagination to draw on. I close my eyes and there you are, only steps away, close enough to end my torment at any moment, but instead silently relishing the sight of my rain drenched body arched in worship of carnal lust.

I lean my head back offering my naked body to the storm, the storm that now embodies you. Your lips are savage against my mouth, falling in fierce drops on my tongue as I drink you in. My hands run up my slick stomach, stopping to squeeze the full breasts that delight you so. I pinch and pull my tight nipples, demanding that they lift higher to accept your warm, wet kisses on my cool puckered flesh. My body aches as my hands dip lower and lower, the feel of your unshaven jaw scrapes against my stomach as you suck the moisture from my navel. Instinctively, Anadolu Yakası Escort I arch my torso up to meet your mouth just as another flash of brilliance casts a spotlight on my wantonness.

I smile imagining your face above mine and my hands drift lower, drawing small puddles of moisture to my steaming center. The teases of the drizzles mimicking the flicks of your tongue, as they outline the freckles of my inner thighs. My fingers graze down along these branding streams and squeeze the soft flesh beneath. A trail of sprinkles slips down to tickle my clit and dewy, pink lips. My pussy contracts tightly trying to drink in the delicious moisture. The downpour continues as I tilt my hips skyward and spread my lips imagining each precious drop is the delicious taunt of your tongue. My body trembles when a drop of my own slick juice mingles with nature’s dew tracing a path from my throbbing pussy to my sensitive, tighter bud. As if on cue, the thunder roars once again mingling with the moans escaping my lips.

The patio is illuminated once again, but I am oblivious to any onlookers. My only focus is my mounting need for you to take me right now, right here in this howling storm. I imagine mine is your firm, rough hand cupping my sex and claiming it as yours with a teasing wet slap that echoes through the night air. My breathing becomes fast and ragged as my clit is taken between two fingers, imagining your mouth pulling while the rain’s onslaught becomes the slapping of your Kartal Escort tongue. Sensing my increasing need, fingers begin to rub the moisture over my tight little bud as another hand finds my slippery center.

All I can think of at this moment is the sweet sting of the storm kissing my body and the insatiable lust I have to feel your wet flesh against mine and your hot wet cock devouring what is yours. A finger plunges inside my taunt, steaming depths, caressing the little nub causing lightening to engulf my body. Another finger massages my clit in circles, taunting and teasing as my hips buck in response.

The rain begins coming down harder and harder, but my need for you is all consuming. I am oblivious to torrential downpour, as the threatening cloudbursts rage throughout my being. A second finger invades my depths and my gasp floats on the wail of the wind, as the tight entry yields to your demands. I can feel the definition of the ridges within my inner walls and the tight rim that fights to trap the invading fingers, as if they were your blessed cock.

Oh how magnificent it is to have the rain kissing my skin as my fingers give themselves over to your control! The rhythmic strokes pulling at my core. My body trembling from deep inside as the storm rages on. The thrusts of fingers wildly increasing in speed as my hips leap to each step of their exquisite dance. The wind has joined the rain in its fervent ministrations, slapping against me as the inner quakes grow in intensity. I try to hold out. This is such maddening sweetness, but it is too late. In the thunder I hear your voice commanding me to submit to your will. With the howl of the wind I scream out as fingers are tightly trapped inside and my body explodes becoming one with the storm, at long last one with you.

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He breathed heavily as he hauled himself up to the top deck of the bus. A long day behind him, a few ups slight consolation for a string of disappointments.

Another day, a little more in the bank, not much incentive to keep on day on day walking the narrow line between keeping clients on side and telling them directly their chances of media coverage for their hair-brained ideas were slim — and zero without his contacts.

There was only one other passenger on the top deck — it was after the main rush and before people started out for the evening. He glanced in her direction as he slumped into his seat.

Was that a hint of a smile? He couldn’t be sure, but smiled in her direction, and turned to his newspaper.

The bus seemed to be crawling even more slowly than usual — one red light after another. Then it turned into an unfamiliar street. “This bus is on diversion,” over the PA system.

Very helpful, he thought, no indication what the new route would be.

“Does this bus go to Liverpool Street?” The voice of his fellow top-deck traveller aroused him from the trivia of the gossip column. “It normally would but I’ve no idea where this route will take it,” he replied.

“I’ve a train to catch to Norwich — it’s the last one tonight,” she said. “I’ve got about 10 minutes and if I miss it I’m in trouble!”

Not sure how to respond, he returned to his paper. The bus hardly moved. From the corner of his eye, he could see her check her watch, take out a cell phone and then put it away without making the call.

“Look,” he said, “if we jump off here we should be able to get to Liverpool Street in time.”

“But that’s taking you out of your way, surely?” “Not really, I can catch another bus from Bishopsgate — it will only add a few minutes.”

It didn’t take much persuading for the driver to agree to open the doors — the bus was firmly stuck in a jam that ran the length of the street.

“Sewer works,” the driver said. “They start earlier each evening and it doesn’t give the rush hour traffic time to clear.”

“Down here,” he said. “Let me take that.” He took her small bag. “Not going for long?” “A visit to a friend. It’s a long story — not something I want to talk about.”

“Of course — sorry to intrude.” Oh no, not an intrusion. But it’s well, just difficult for me to talk about it right now.”

They walked on in silence through the narrow city sidestreets. There were even fewer people around and the evening was growing chilly.

“Do you think we’ll make it?” “It isn’t far now — just to the left and another 50 metres or so. How much time do we have?”

“About three minutes.” Neither spoke — it would be a close run thing. Instinctively they walked faster. She took his arm as the pavements near the station became more crowded.

He liked the feel of her hand on his forearm, the fingers pressing against his muscle.

“Come on, nearly there.”

The lights of the station shone brightly across the road. They reached the escalators and looked at the departure boards.

A line of red ran across the screens. Cancelled, delayed, cancelled…. It seemed not one train was running. A crowd was milling on the concourse, deepest around the information point.

He stopped a station official, firmly asserting his authority. “What time do you expect the Norwich train to leave?”

“A total power breakdown just outside the station. Engineers are working on it, but the inbound train for that service has been terminated at Escort İstanbul Chelmsford. It won’t be able to get here — and even if it does it won’t be able to leave in time to reach Norwich before the station there closes for the night.”

“But you can’t just leave people stranded.”

“They’ll be able to claim compensation — now I’m sorry but I’ve a million things to do.” He hurried off, anxious to escape from the growing tide of anger and frustration on the platform.

Her hand still held his arm. If anything the grip was tighter. She said nothing but he could sense her mind racing as she calculated her options.

She took out her phone again — called up a number … and hesitated.

“Your friend is meeting you?” “No — he doesn’t know I’m coming. I need to arrive without warning — but I need to talk to him tonight. Tomorrow will be too late.”

“It looks like a phone call or nothing. The chances of getting to Norwich tonight are zero.”

She looked up at him. Her green eyes seemed mistier than he remembered from the bus. She swallowed. Looked down. Looked up — were those tears?

“What’s the matter?” “If I don’t get to Norwich tonight I don’t know what I’ll do. If it isn’t life or death it isn’t far off…” she sniffed.

“If it’s that vital the only option is a taxi — you may find a cabbie who’ll take you but I’d hate to guess the fare.”

“Can we try? It is important to me?” Her eyes searched his, looking for help, for certainty.

“OK, we’ll try up here.” They took the elevator to the street and the main cab rank. Not a cab in sight — obviously taken by other equally desperate travellers. “There’s another rank down here,” he said, taking her arm.

Two or three cabs were lined up at a rank at the rear of the station. None had their “for hire” signs lit. He tapped on the window of the first. “Are you free? How much to Norwich?”

“Norwich mate? You gotta be jokin’. Wouldn’t consider it for less than two-fifty at the best of times but the fucking A12 is blocked — lorry fire at Witham — and the M10 has 15 miles of roadworks. I’d even rather go to Stockwell….”

He looked at her. It might be possible to persuade one of the cabbies to take her. “You won’t get a fare for less than £250 — maybe £300 with the tip. You could get to New York for less.”

This time there was no question about the tears. They welled up, and poured down her cheeks. “I really don’t know what to do,” she said.

“What is so important that it won’t wait until tomorrow?” “I have to say I’m sorry — and it must be tonight. The papers will have the story tomorrow.”

“Let’s find a pub that isn’t too crowded. Tell me about it.”

“A drink would be great, but no, neither you nor anyone else will know.”

They walked towards Spitalfields, crossed the Commercial Road. Passing the 10 Bells, they stopped at a pub near the old brewery. It looked like any other but it had artistic connections. Gilbert and George, Tracey Emin and others were regulars. The landlady was a “character”. It was easy to find a quiet corner. He ordered her a large vodka tonic — no lemon, she instructed, and asked for an alcohol-free lager for himself.

“Will you go home as you can’t go to Norwich tonight?” “I can’t go home — it’s … impossible. I’ll find a hotel.”

“I’m sorry, I haven’t asked your name. It’s so rude of me.” “Dan,” he replied. “People call me Dan.”

“Dan. Sounds a cliché to say that’s a strong-sounding name, the name of a person İstanbul Escort Bayan you could trust and rely on.” “Thank you. And yours?”

“Elaine.” “What do you do, Elaine?” “A dancer. Ballet.” “This is going to sound awful — but you seem just a little old to dance.”

“My corps days are behind me – mainly I produce and work on choreographs now and again. For exotic dancers.”

“Strip en pointe?”

She looked at him with contempt. “You fucking bastard. It’s hard enough to earn a living in the ballet, but when you reach 35 and you haven’t made the headlines it is a struggle. And exotic dance is an art form — if only for the performers — the audience doesn’t care about technique. It just wants to see tits and pussy.”

“I’m so sorry. Thoughtless of me.” “Too right — so much talent goes to waste so that a bunch of investment bankers can get their dicks out of their boxers in the gents.”

Fire had replaced tears in her eyes. “Don’t lecture any of us about morality. All the morality is on stage —and the hypocrisy is all in the minds of the customers.”

“Elaine, please let me apologise. I understand and agree — it was a cheap jibe.”

Their drinks were largely untouched. “Look, are you hungry?” She looked at him, tossed her hair, and nodded. “But can we make one last check on the trains?” They left their drinks and walked to the station. The same crowds, the same hopeless message on the departure boards.

“I think I should find a hotel,” she said. “OK, we’ll try the Great Eastern first.”

They went up to the street level and entered the hotel reception. “A room sir? I’m afraid we have nothing left. There’s a problem with the trains.”

It was the same story at the other hotels they tried. People had got there first, or they were block-booked by City firms.

“I know a good hotel in Wapping”, he said. “Perhaps they won’t have been affected.” “OK, wherever,” she sounded tired.

Still no cabs so they caught the 100 bus and were in Wapping in 15 minutes. The hotel was a converted warehouse — it claimed you could still smell the spices that had been its staple product in the heyday of the docks.

“That will be £150 for the room. Breakfast is from 7.30-9.00. I see you have no luggage — would you mind paying in advance.”

He was too tired to argue over whether her valise counted as luggage — it was no larger than many handbags he saw in daily use.

Instinctively he handed over his own credit card. She looked at him. “Are you going to help me with my bag?”

“I’m sorry? Oh …”

She took his arm again. “Please take me to my room. We can have a drink from the minibar.”

“And then I must go,” he said, whether for her benefit or for the ears of the woman at the reception desk, he neither knew nor cared.

The fourth floor room had high ceilings and a richly hued wooden floor. There was a huge bed, a bath strategically placed so that the occupant could see the river below.

There was no mini-bar. “Shall I call up something from room service?” “No, I must go.”

“You pay for a girl’s hotel room and then run off… what kind of message is there for me there?”

She looked into his eyes again. She held both of his arms. “Stay for a while at least — the view of the river is stunning.”

They stood by the open window and watched the lights twinkling on the inky blackness of the river swirling below.

She held his arm. Gently he took her hand and pulled her towards him. Her head Anadolu Yakası Escort inclined upwards, her lips parted. Their lips met, lightly brushing as she moved against him.

The kisses became firmer. His fingers traced her ears, the line of her neck. The tips of their tongues met as if by accident — though neither was surprised.

She slipped her hands under his jacket, slipping it over his shoulders and off his arms. He felt her fingers unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his denim jeans.

The soft caress of her fingers as they traced his chest aroused his passion. When she touched his nipples, his inhibitions vanished.

His hands slipped under her tee-shirt, tracing her vertebrae up to her bra. He unclasped it and held her breasts firmly, his thumbs searching for her nipples. He found them, felt them grow firm under his fingers.

She pulled off the shirt and removed her bra, standing topless in front of him.

“Well?” “You are so beautiful.”

They kissed again and he felt her fingers unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. He reached behind her and grasped her bottom, pulling her close to his stiffening prick. “Let’s go to bed,” Elaine whispered in his ear. Discarding clothing as they moved across the room, they fell on to the bed, rolling over, their lips locked, tongues probing.

“It’s been a while,” she said. “Treat me with care.”

His hand followed the line of her stomach until he found the soft warmth of her vagina. His fingers deftly traced its lips, moving backwards from the clitoris and back again. Her breathing became more obvious, her eyes partly closed. “I want to feel your tongue there,” she said.

He moved to kiss the lips of her pussy, feeling her become moist as he did so. Gently he probed with the tip of his tongue, softly stabbing at the clitoris and then running it firmly over her labia.

“Hmmmmmm,” she said. “More, deeper…” His tongue ventured deep into the velvet depths of her cunt, tasting her, driving her further into ecstasy.

She reached down to hold the shaft of his prick, moving her hand up and down. Both were close to climax.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck away my fears.”

He entered her and slowly but firmly drove his prick deeply into her cunt. Her warmth and moistness overwhelmed him — he had no thought for any other sensation. She could envelop his whole body for all he cared. Her juices flowed copiously over his prick as she gently held his testicles and softly massaged the soft skin behind them.

Without apparent effort she rolled so that she was on top, lifting her body so that only the swollen tip of his penis remained inside her. Then she rammed her body firmly down, enjoying the sensation of the hardness against her yielding body, enjoying being in control.

As her orgasm grew she moved with greater abandon, forcing his orgasm to coincide with her own. He felt the tip of his prick deep inside her and knew that this was the moment.

Thrusting his hips upwards, he felt his spunk shoot deep into her, just as her orgasm came in waves of pleasure and carnality. Their juices mingled as they kissed deeply and softly, falling asleep with their fingers locked…..

He awoke with a start. The bed empty. Her clothes and the overnight bag were gone. He rang down to reception. “Was Mrs Smith in the breakfast room?” No, she had left early to go to the station. The lines were repaired and trains were running again. There was no message.

He knew her only as Elaine — she had never shared her family name. All he knew of her was her link with the ballet — and with Norwich. Would that be enough to find her again.

There was a sound at the door — a newspaper was thrust through. He opened it — and there he found his answer…

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“You’re in my seat.”

Sarah looked up from her coffee, blinking in surprise. It took her a moment to pinpoint exactly where the statement had come from. The coffeehouse was packed with students studying for finals, something she normally would have anticipated. She’d lived in the small college town long enough to know when classes began and ended, and when exams were. But the latest work drama had wiped everything from her mind, except the overwhelming urge to do bodily harm.

Instead of giving in to that urge, she’d left work early, headed to the coffeehouse near her apartment. And now instead of being able to enjoy her one true guilty pleasure, a tall café au lait, she was being bothered by some random guy. Just great.

“I beg your pardon?” It was the only thing that came to her mind, or the only polite thing. It seemed a bit of overkill to tell him to go fuck himself from the one simple sentence he’d uttered.

“I said, you’re in my seat. I always have the table by the window, it’s where I do my work. It’s part of the structure. And you’re screwing it up.”

Sarah blinked again, taking a long moment both to compose a retort, and to look him over. He was good enough looking, if you went for the dark, brooding poet thing. His hair was black, long enough to touch his shoulders, and he shook it back with a casualness that told her it was habit. The blue of his eyes was a dark color that made Sarah think of ocean depths, and the look in them was distinctly unhappy. Actually, to be completely honest, it was edging towards pissed.

His clothes went with his overall darkness, dark shirt, dark jeans. Everything dark. They fit his frame well, outlining the tall lankiness without making him seem painfully skinny. Sarah wasn’t surprised to see motorcycle boots on his feet, or a messenger bag slung over one shoulder.

Probably a Lit major. Takes self torture to a new level. “Last time I checked, nobody had bought this table. Sorry, but you’ll have to find another place to work today.” Sarah turned her attention back to the window. Not that there was anything going on outside, but it would serve better to get the point across. She wasn’t moving. She’d spent her entire day catering to the whims of assholes. She’d be damned if some college kid pushed her around.

She jumped when something thudded on the table, her eyes jerking away from the window. Her mouth fell open when she saw his messenger bag on the scarred wood surface, and only watched as he pulled out the chair across from her and dropped his considerable height into it. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m sitting down. There’s an open chair, I’m using it.” His mouth, which Sarah noticed was wide and lush, curved up in a mocking smile. “If you don’t like it, you can always find another table.”

Sarah tapped her nails against the table, a fast rhythm that matched the pace of her heart. She couldn’t very well yell at him to leave–he wasn’t exactly harassing her. In fact, now that he was sitting, he was pulling a laptop out of his bag, for all intents and purposes about to do whatever work he’d come to do. But she wasn’t moving. She wasn’t.

“It’s called compromise, kitten. Something they teach you at that fancy school down the street.” His lips quirked again, but his eyes were focused on his computer screen. “Or they should, for the price of a semester there.”

“What, Mommy and Daddy cut you off? You have to finish paying for your own piece of paper meaning nothing?” Sarah turned her attention back to the sidewalk, for lack of anything else to do. She kept her voice purposefully casual. She knew from experience the more casual the tone of voice, the worse the insult.

“Kitten, I haven’t seen the inside of a school for ten years. And you’re one to talk, when I’m betting that Daddy bought everything you’re wearing.”

“Considering the fact that he ran off with my babysitter about fifteen years ago, I’d say you lost that bet.” Sarah took a slow sip of coffee, finding herself enjoying their sparring. His wit was quicker than that of most of the people she knew. It didn’t make her feel like she was kicking a puppy. “Does that mean that you’ll leave me alone now?”

“No, but I will apologize.”

“Don’t bother. I’m sure you’d wind up choking on it, and I have no desire to perform anything life-saving on you.” Sarah slit her eyes toward him, biting her tongue when she saw the grin spread across his face. “Although you would have to leave the table then, wouldn’t you?”

“So would you, so we’d both lose. No point in playing a game if there’s no winner.” Sarah listened to the steady clack of keys for a long while, the sound oddly soothing compared to the background noise of study groups and the espresso machine. “What’s your name?”

“Why do you care?”

“I’d prefer to know a woman’s name before I sleep with her, but if you’re shy, I’ll let it go.”

Sarah bobbled her coffee cup, her gaze jerking away from the window to meet his smirk. “I beg your pardon?”

“That’s İstanbul Escort what started it, you know. That slightly snooty phrase and tone, even though you look like you’d jump if someone said ‘boo’ too loudly.” He tapped a few more keys before closing the laptop and sliding it into bag on the table. “And then you got more interesting the bitchier you got. It’s not your usual thing, I can tell. But you like it.”

“Anything else you can tell?” Sarah tried for icy, not surprised that she failed. Rude, she could handle. She’d been a secretary for the head partner at Brown and Baker for the past seven years. She’d been treated with as little regard as the carpet for all seven of them. Actually, Mr. Brown treated his carpet better than her–it was an antique.

“You’ll look better out of those clothes than you do in them.” His blue eyes were appraising as they swept over what they could see of her. “Not a good color for you, or a good cut. I sincerely hope they’re not as expensive as they look, otherwise you should go back and bitchslap the salesperson.”

“And we’re done here. Enjoy your table.” Sarah pulled her purse strap over her shoulder, lifting her chin slightly. Before she could stand, he’d reached his arm over the table, clamping down on her forearm, effectively cutting off her escape.

“I wonder if you see what I see. How big and innocent your eyes are, or how the color makes me think about licking melted chocolate off you. Or if you pay attention to how soft your hair is, all those blonde curls tumbling around such slim shoulders. Or if you notice how often you pull at that amazing lower lip with your teeth.” His hand turned her arm over, his fingers running up and down the bare skin of her forearm. She tried to tell herself that the shivers the feeling gave her came from annoyance, and nothing else. “Kitten, you could make a man beg without even trying.”

“Wrong girl. I’d like to leave now.”

“No, you don’t. You think that you should leave. But you’re curious. You want to know what it’s like to go to bed with a stranger, in the middle of the afternoon. Someone you don’t even particularly like.” Her hand was limp in his as he pulled it across the table, raising her fingers to his lips. Her breath caught when he nipped at the tips, then pulled her longest finger into his mouth, sucking on the tips before letting it slide out. He rubbed it over his lips, his eyes locked with hers.

“Trust me, kitten. Sometimes the best sex is with someone you can’t stand.”

Sarah swallowed hard, once, then twice. She couldn’t seem to get her mouth to work. When it did, she really was going to tell him to go fuck himself. She didn’t care how rude it was. She wet her lips, noticing how his eyes followed the movement of her tongue. She was going to say it.

“If I tell you my name, will you tell me yours?”

Sarah slapped her free hand over her mouth, not caring that he shook his head and chuckled at her reaction to her own question. She hadn’t meant to say that. She hadn’t. And as soon as he let go of her hand, she was leaving. She nearly bit her tongue when he shifted her hand in his, giving her thumb the same treatment as her middle finger. Only this time it was longer, undeniably sexual.

And she couldn’t deny that she felt a tugging deep in the center of her body.

“Abel. My name is Abel.”

Sarah let the hand covering her mouth drop, twisting the fabric of her skirt nervously. “Sarah.”

“Sarah.” Abel stood, keeping her hand in his, slinging the messenger bag over one shoulder. “Come on. The sooner you’re out of that horrible suit, the better.”

Sarah let him lead her out of the coffee shop, absolutely certain that everyone knew what they were going to do. Logically, she knew that nobody cared. Nobody was even looking in their direction. And yet to her it felt like everyone was watching.

He didn’t tell her where they were headed, and she was too nervous to ask. Considering the fact that they were walking, it couldn’t be too far, and she had the crazy thought about what a coincidence it would be if they lived in the same apartment complex. But when they got to the end of the block, instead of turning right back towards the quiet, well established neighborhood she lived in, they turned left, towards the converted warehouses and alleys of art galleries. Sarah jerked her head up at the first rumble of thunder, and felt Abel tug harder at her hand.

“I don’t think you’ll melt in the rain, kitten, but I’d rather not take my chances.” He began to walk just a little bit faster, but it was enough that Sarah had to almost double-time to keep up with him. She stumbled once, then twice, her heels unsteady on the cobblestones. Abel glanced back over his shoulder at her and shook his head, slowing his pace. “If you can’t walk in them, you shouldn’t wear them.”

“I don’t normally do sprints in them. I work in an office. I have to wear heels, it’s part of the dress code.”

“You need a new job. Something that Escort Bayan makes you let your hair down.” Abel stopped in front of a door, pulling a loaded key ring out of his pocket. Flipping through the mass, he stopped, jamming the chosen one in the lock. Holding the door open for her, he gestured her up the narrow flight of stairs. Sarah used the wall to steady herself, trying not to think about him behind her, no doubt watching her ass. When she reached the landing, she moved to the side, watching as he flipped to another key.

He pushed the door open, and she thought to herself,This is it. If I go inside, I’ll know exactly what I’m getting into. I can’t even pretend that I didn’t know what was going to happen.She took a step forward, still not sure whether she was going inside or back down the stairs. And then he lifted an eyebrow and smirked, and she made her mind up.

Her first thought when she walked into his home was that it was huge. It was easily double the size of hers, and she’d always thought she’d lived in a relatively nice apartment. Her second thought was how could anyone live with all that openness. There was no separation between rooms, only glass brick and metal trifold screens and exposed piping and brick walls. Sarah laid her purse over the back of the low slung sofa, twisting her hands nervously together. She started to turn around, intent on telling him that she liked his place.

Instead, she felt his hands on her upper arms, turning and pressing her against the hard brick wall. When she would have squealed or shrieked, his mouth came down rough and fast on hers, cutting off all sound and thought. His tongue swept inside, rubbing smoothly against hers, coaxing a response out of her. When she was breathless and trembling ever so slightly, he pulled back. It was difficult to open her eyes, and when she did she found him staring at her, the blue of his eyes even darker. She was stunned to find him breathing as heavily as she was, and she whimpered out a breath when he lifted a hand to rub his thumb over her lower lip.

“Time to get you out of those clothes, kitten.”

She wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but suddenly there were two sets of hands working the buttons to her suit jacket, and she bit back a hysterical giggle when they tangled together. Abel cursed, and grabbed the two sides of the jacket, yanking them apart, sending buttons flying. Sarah opened her mouth to complain, but was cut off by another rough kiss, this one with just a hint of violence to it. By the time he let her up for air, the jacket was on the floor, and the zipper of her skirt was being slid down.

“Well, well, well. Look what the kitten was hiding under the spinster clothes.”

Sarah trembled, leaning against the wall for support as Abel knelt, running his hands up the outsides of her legs. The heels were black as the office dress code demanded, but they were three inch stilettos, one of Sarah’s few vanities. And the legs Abel was exploring were covered in hose–or more appropriately, stockings, ending high on her thighs and clipped to decidedly risqué underwear.

Abel leaned closer, running his tongue over the top seam of the stocking. The muscle in Sarah’s thigh jerked slightly, and Abel chuckled against her skin. His hands slid up to grasp her hips, pressing them more firmly against the wall. He nudged her legs apart, turning his face to press against the front of the burlesque styled panties. Lifting his eyes to Sarah’s, he ran his tongue over the garment, nibbling slightly, watching her eyes dilate, her lips parted slightly. When she bit her lower lip between her teeth, he sucked hard through the fabric, feeling her hips push against his hands.

One hand slid up and over her middle, pressing slightly. The other slid down and over her thigh, pulling the underwear to the side. Before Sarah could process the change, Abel surged forward, sweeping his tongue over her clit while sliding two curved fingers into her pussy, pressing hard.

Sarah would have sworn she saw stars, she came so hard and so fast. And before she had even an instant to recover, he leaned just a little bit more into her, sucking her clit into his mouth, biting ever so slightly, his fingers rotating the barest of inches. And she came again, hard enough to take her breath away and leave her more than a little weak kneed.

Abel murmured, more to himself than to her, which was good, because she didn’t have the brain cells required for conversation. Somehow, her hands came up to fist in his hair, and she pressed his mouth tighter to her. She didn’t know if he lifted her leg, or if she did, but she was vaguely aware of her left knee resting on his shoulder, and the feel of his hair against her upper thigh. When he bit hard on her clit, and she felt her pussy clench around his fingers a third time, her chin dropped forward to rest on her chest, her heart pounding frantically.

Abel eased back slightly, and through the veil of her hair she saw him lick his lips. And Eskort then turn his face to lick the juices from her thigh, his tongue rough through the sheer stocking. “You’re drenched, kitten. You’re a rainmaker.”

“A what?” Sarah rasped out, lifting her head, shaking the hair out of her face. Her stomach muscles jumped and trembled when he pressed his face to her middle, his tongue swirling around her belly button.

“A rainmaker. You squirted when you came.” Abel pushed to a standing position, trapping her against the wall. Except now she didn’t feel trapped, not really. His mouth, when it ravaged hers, was sweet and salty, and she knew she was tasting herself. “Hidden talents, kitten. Let’s see what else you’re hiding.”

Her arms came up to wrap around his neck, and she pressed herself up into his mouth. And then they were circling, their hands pulling at his clothes, the camisole she was still somehow wearing. She felt her knees press against something soft, and he gave her a slight push, and she fell backwards onto the bed. She crawled backwards until the reached the center of the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, shaking her hair back.

He stood at the foot of the bed, and without the clothes to distract, she could appreciate the lean muscles and long lines. She was both fascinated and frightened by the tribal tattoo that ran over his right hip, and the one that crept over his left shoulder. Her gaze lowered, and her eyes widened. She bit her lower lip again, this time in hesitation.

“You’re a little, um. You’re a little–.”

“Don’t worry, kitten. Nature has a way of making things fit, I promise.” His smirk this time was only half-hearted, and he leaned forward, pressing his hands into the mattress. “Undo the front clasp of your bra.”

Sarah sat up, not surprised to find her hands trembling. There was something about the way he said things, with such absolute authority, that made it impossible to not do them. It took her three tries, but his appreciative sigh when the clasp opened and her breasts spilled free was worth it. The mattress dipped slightly as he crawled more fully on the bed, and she concentrated on the look of hunger on his face. When she would have laid back, his hand at her back kept her sitting up.

His head dipped down, his tongue sliding over the top of her right breast, and then her left. She couldn’t help arching her torso when his mouth slid lower, latching onto her nipple. He sucked and nibbled, bit gently, until her head fell back on a throaty moan. He licked a path to her other breast, laving the nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The steady, rhythmic pull set up a pulse low in her belly, one that sped up when his free hand glided down her side, pushed against her pussy, then slid three fingers in.

She gasped, partially in pain, and he raised his head from her breast to capture her mouth. His tongue stroked in and out in pace with his fingers, and she couldn’t help bringing her arms to wind around his neck. Power, heady and rare, surged through her at the groan he let out when she sucked his tongue deep in her mouth.

Her hips rolled slowly and slightly in counterpoint to the shallow thrusts of his fingers. She could feel herself building again, this one taking much, much longer than any of those before. When her breath began to come in shallow pants, he tore his mouth from hers, pulling his fingers out at the same time. The hand at her back slid up to fist in the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her head still. Through heavy eyes, she watched him raise his other hand to her mouth, his fingers glistening with her juices.

Without any thought, her lips parted, her tongue slid out. And licked the tips of one, and then the next, and then the next. When he groaned again, longer and louder this time, she nipped at the pads of his fingers with her teeth, an act eerily similar to his actions earlier in the afternoon.

His hand slid out of her hair, and he gave her a gentle shove, letting her fall back on the mattress. Her arms landed over her head, almost as if by design. His hands shook slightly as he pushed her bra the rest of the way off, yanked the soaked underwear down and threw it aside. His fingers ran up the sheer stockings, over hard nipples, until they pressed her wrists into the mattress. He inched his hips forward, felt the wet heat of her on the head of his cock.

Abel lifted his eyes to Sarah’s. “Do you trust me, kitten?”

Sarah wet her lips, started to nod her head, then managed to find her voice. “Yes.”

Abel nodded, pushing his hips forward, driving his cock deep into her. When she gasped, her upper body coming off the bed, he pressed tighter against her wrists. He drew back slightly, then thrust deeper. She was dripping wet, and still tighter than anything he could ever have imagined. Another back and forward movement of his hips, and he was sheathed fully inside her. Lowering his face to hers, his kiss this time was gentle, and he tasted the salt from tears.

“Are you alright?”

“I said you were too big.”

“Give it a minute, kitten. Well, a little more than that.” He kissed her again, slow and deep, without any of the roughness of before. He felt her relax, ever so slightly. “Do you still trust me?”

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KAPI KOMSUM IMAMIN ESI
inşaat mütahitliği yapıyorum işim gereği her yıl genelde yer
değiştiriyorum. ankaranın beypazarı, ayaş ve nallıhan ilçelerinde 2014
yılı birçok iş aldım. nallıhan ilçesinde bir daire kiraladım. eşimle
geldik evi temizlemek için birkaç kadın buldu temizlediler eşim bir
hafta durup sakaryaya dönecek o gelmeyecekti. eşim kapalı tesettürlü bir
kadın. karşı dairede,de oranın imamı oturuormuş imamın karısı oda
kapalı iki günde kaynaştılar. ne zaman gitsem imamın hanımı evde oluyor
kapalı benimle konuşmuyor ben gelince kendini toparlıyor falan derken
eşim bir hafta sonra sakaryaya döndü. imamlada birkaç defa sohbette
bulunduk hatta benim evde ve onun evinde çay içtik. iyi bir adamdır
kendisi. aradan 10 gün falan geçti gece saat 10:30 gibi kapı çaldı
baktım hoca, hanımı ve yanında iki kişi var hayırdır hoca dedim benim
sana bir işim düştü buyur ettim içeriye geldiler hoca sıkıntılı kadınsa
gözlerimin içine bakıyordu belliki bir sorun var dedim.hoca konyada bir
ev aldığını evin parasının üçte birinin parasını ödeyemediği 17000tl ve
tarlayı satıp evin parasını vereceğini ancak tarlayı satamadığı için
senedin günü geldiğini adamların parayı almadan gitmeyeceklerini söyledi
adamlar kabadayı vari duruşları göze çarpıyordu. gün istedim olmaz
dediler ne dedimse fayda etmedi kadın ağlıyor hoca ağlamak üzere
adamlara dedimki size bir haftalık çek vereceğim hoca tarlayı satsın
satamazsa ben ödeyeceğim dedim adamlar tamam dediler adamları uğurladık
hocanın hanımına cay yap içelim dedim hemen kalktı inanın hoca elimi
öpecek kadınsa ağlamayı bıraktı yüzünden gülücükler akıyor çayımızı
içtik teşekkür edip gittiler ertesi gün hoca bir hafta izin almış orta
okula giden bir oğlu var sende kalabilirmi dedi bende tamam dedim
istanbula akrabalarından para bulmaya bulamazsa konyaya tarlayı satmaya
gideceğini söyledi. tamam dedim. akşama geldim hocanın hanımını gördüm
gitmedinizmi dedim hoca kendisi gitti çocuğun okulu var ben gitmedim
dedi sanki kadın benimle gülümseyerek konuşuyordu içim bi tuhaf oldu
daireye çıktım 5 dakika sonra kapı çaldı baktım hocanın hanımı buyur
dedim yemek hazır bizde yemek yiyelim dedi sağolun falan dedim aslında
yemek bahane yanında olmak bile hoşuma gidiyordu beyaz tenli hafif
dolgun arka hafif geriye çıkıntılı iri göğüslü bir kadın onu görünce
içimin yağları eriyordu tamam dedim üzerimi değişip gittim oda ne bizim
hocanın hanımı sanki normal giyim başörtüsüde yarım bağlamış bir an
bakakaldım neyse yemek yedikçocuk bilgisayarda sers çalışıyor biz
çayımızı içtik bana teşekkür ediyor övgüler yağdırıyor falan içimden ben
bu hatunu yakında yatağa atarım hayalleri geçmeye başladıben gideyim
dedim otur bizimde canımız sıkılmaz dedi gitmek istemiyordum ama benimde
internetten proje çıkarmam ve göndermem gerekiyordu işim olduğunu
söyledim . sabahları erken kalkıp gidiyordum. akşam biraz erken döndüm
onunla zaman gecirmek onu elde etmek istiyordum ama çok arzular hale
gelmiştim. daireye çıktım 5 dakika geçmedi yemek yiyip yemediğimi sordu
bende daha erken yerim falan dedim ben hazırlarım dedi bende dolapta
birşeyler var onlarıda al dedim neyse aldı ooooo dedi burası içki dolu
senmi içiyorsun dedi bende evet dedim ve gitti. banyo yaptım yarım saat
sonra çocuk geldi yemek hazırmış dedi gittim. yemeğe oturduk hoca aradı
konuşurken aliahmet abi bizde yemekte dedi mutfağa gitti biraz
konuştular para bulamamış konyaya gidecekmiş dedi kadının suratı
değişmiş üzülmüştü. bende hayırlısı olsun olmazsa ben öderim siz bana
ödersiniz dedim kadın boynuma atladı sağol sağol sağol teşekkür teşekkür
falan neyse yemek yedik çay içelim dedi ben sigara yaktım hocanın
hanımı bir tanede ben içeyim dedi arada bir içermiş kocasından saklı.
çocuk nette oyun oynuyor bizde sohbetin anasını ağlatıyorduk söz benim
hanımdan açıldı ben yalnızlık zor falan derken hocaya geldik baktım
onunda eh işte mecburen der gibi konuşmaları var ama bu akşam halat
kopacaktı. cesaretimi toplamaya calışıyordum çocuğa yat sabah
kalkmıyorsun dedi çocuk odasına gitti biz başbaşa kaldık sigara üstüne
sigara ekliyordu ondada bir heyecan vardı sanki. bana yalnızken ne
yaptığımı sordu bende üç kadeh atarım rahatlarım dedim. stres falan
kalmaz dedim banada öyle bir ilaç lazım bu aralar çok gerginim dedi
bende hemen ben nasıl olsa içecem iki kadehte sen iç dedim çokmu acı
günah olur falan dedi bende birşey olmaz falan dedim sana her konuda
güveniyorum beni ileride mahcup etme dedi gittim gecenin 23:45 inde
viskiyi getirdim bol meyve suyu koydum onunkine iki yudum içti ben bunu
içemem falan dedi bende iki yudum daha iç gerisi gelir dedim zorla içti
derken yarım saat sonra gevşedi bende yanıma biraz yakın otur dedim
zaten yanındayım dedi elini tuttum çekti bir daha tuttum çekecek oldu
bırakmadım yapma günah olur derken sevmeye başladım sevmeye olurdu
olmazdı derken başladık sevişmeye aman allahım göğüslerini ve bacak
arasını öptükce yaladıkca kadın çıldırıyor çocuk uyanacak benim daireye
geçelim dedim ve geçtik. bembeyaz teni tombul göğüsleri arkası geriye
çıkık kalçaları ben üçüncüde bittim o kaç sefer boşaldı bilmiyorum ne ön
ne arka ne ağzı kaldı hoca tarlayı satmış paranın birazı kaldı önemli
değil herakşam yatsı namazı arası buluşuyoruz karı değil bir afet onun
gibisini bulmak çok zor

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Eniştemin Hastasıyım

Kocam işinden izin almış, iki haftadır memleketinde, bahçe işleri için babasına yardım etmekle uğraşıyordu. Ara sıra gelmesini istememe rağmen mesafeyi ve işlerin yoğunluğunu ileri sürüp gelmedi.

Kavga etmiştik, telefonla bile aramıyorduk birbirimizi… Kızkardeşini çağırdım, görümcemle beraber kalıyorduk. Hem bana yoldaş oluyordu, hem fakülte bize yakın olduğundan onun için de iyi olmuştu. Yaklaşan final sınavlarına daha rahat çalışabiliyordu bizim evde…

Gerçi abisinin yerini tutmuyordu, yatakta yalnız yatmak bana çok koymuştu iki haftadır, ama yapacak bir şey yoktu. Her gece seks yapmaya alışınca böyle ayrılıklarda, küslüklerde boşluğa düşüyordum.

Yatağımda kıvranıp duruyordum uykum gelinceye kadar… Yeni yetme kızlar gibi kendimi okşuyor, dolaptaki salatalıklardan kendime her gece yeni bir koca beğeniyordum.

Bir akşam yemekten sonra görümcem odasında ders çalışırken ben yakın bir arkadaşımın nişanı için hazırlanıyordum. Mine gelmiyordu. O kadar ısrar etmeme rağmen derslerini ileri sürüp odasına kapanmıştı.

Bense onun gelmeyeceğine seviniyordum. Hollanda’dan bir haftalığına izine gelen eniştemle beraber gidecektik, beni o götürecekti. Ablam bir tapu işi için Türkiye’ye gelen enişteme sıkı talimat vermiş, nişana katılıp çocukluk arkadaşımız olan geline takı yapmasını istemişti.

Seviniyordum, çünkü hayranı olduğum, yakışıklı eniştem bu gece kavalyem olacaktı. İşi çok yoğun olduğundan sadece bir kere görüşebilmiştik. Babasında kalıyordu.

Heyecanla öğleden sonra kuaföre gidip saçlarımı fönletmiştim. Saçlarım hazırdı, üzerime abiye, mini etekli, hayli kısa bir siyah elbise ve ince siyah çoraplarımı geçirip yatak odamdaki etajerin aynasında makyajımı yaptım.

Tam makyajım bitmiş, son rötuşları yapıyor, eniştemin gelmesini bekliyordum ki, yavaş yavaş karın bölgemde bir sancı başladı.

Önce umursamadığım sancı gittikçe arttı. Kıvranmaya başladım. Mine içeriden sesime koşturup geldi, o denli kuvvetli bir sancıydı ki… Kendimi yatağın üzerine attım, kıvranıyorum. Görümcem ne yapacağını şaşırmış, eli ayağına dolanmıştı.

Kapının zili çaldı o arada… Mine kapıyı açtı, eniştem gelmişti. Eğlenceye gitmek üzere kendini hazırlamış olan eniştem de benim yatağın üzerinde inleyerek kıvranmalarımı görünce şaşırıp kaldı.

Mini eteğim açılmış, çoraplarım dantel külodum meydanda… Sağa sola dönüp durdukça daha da açılıp saçılıyorum. Ama gözüm bir şey görmüyor ki…

-“Bu böyle olmaz Gül…” dedi, sancı biraz hafiflediğinde… “Kalk doktora götüreyim seni…” Bir yandan da açılan eteğimi örtmeye çalışıyordu. Çaresiz kalktım. Mine sınavı nedeniyle evde kalacaktı. Eniştem koluma girdi. Olduğum gibi çıktık. Merdivenleri inmeye başladık. Sancı hafiflemişti ama ayakta duramıyor, eniştemden destek almak zorunda kalıyordum.

Önceleri sol dirseğimden ve omuzumdan tutup destekleyen eniştem, bir iki basamak kaldığında ben öne doğru tökezleyince ani bir refleks hareketle sağ kolunu benim sağ koltuk altımdan geçirip sımsıkı yapıştı düşmemem için…

Fakat tutayım derken mesafeyi ayarlayamadı sanırım, sağ göğsümü avuçlayıverdi. Ben sallanarak dengemi buluncaya kadar elini ayırmadan göğsümü tutmak zorunda kaldı…

Onca sancının, baş dönmesinin arasında eniştemin avucunu göğsümde sımsıkı hissedince beynimin bir yerlerinde alarm zilleri çaldı sanki… Koruma amacıyla yaptığı hareket benim tüm duyu organlarımı harekete geçirmişti.

Gözlerim kapalı o anın tadını çıkarmaya çalıştım. Sürdüğü losyonun erkek kokusu burun deliklerime doluyor, bedeninin sertliğini sol tarafımda boydan boya hissediyordum. Bir on saniye falan sürmüştü anlattığım olay… Ben daha doyamadan sağ eli ateşe değmiş gibi göğsümden çekti, belime indirdi.

Apartman kapısına gelmiştik bu arada… Açıp dışarıya çıktık. Temiz hava biraz kendime getirmişti beni… O arada eniştemin sol kolumdaki eli iyice kasılmış, çürütürcesine sıkıyordu.

-“İyi misin Gül’üm?” diye sordu. “Araba biraz ileride, istersen kapıya yaslan, ben gidip alayım, oraya kadar yürüme…” dedi.

-“İyiyim enişte, ama elin çok sıkıyor, canım yanıyor…” diyebildim. “Kolum çürüyecek…”

-“Pardon Gül… Düşünemedim, senin düşmeni istemiyorum, ondan sıkı tutmuşum biraz…” diyerek baskısını gevşetti.

Peki anlamında başımı salladım. İki eliyle belimden tutup sırtımı kapıya yasladı. Duracağımdan emin olunca koşarak arabayı getirmeye gitti. Benimse yanaklarım yanıyordu. Eniştemin mememi avuçlayan elinin etkisindeydim daha… Sımsıkı kavrayıp acıttığı kolumu ovaladım. Ne kuvvet vardı adamda…

Biraz sonra eniştem arabasıyla kapının önüne geldi, beni öne, yanına oturtup yakınlardaki bir özel hastanenin acil servisine gittik.

Genç bir doktor şikayetlerimi dinleyip sedyenin üzerine yatırdı, muayene etti. Mini eteğimin örtemediği bacaklarımın üzerine el çabukluğuyla bir örtü seren eniştem de elimi tutmuş, yanımdan ayrılmıyordu. İkimiz de nişan için şık giyimliydik. Tansiyonum ateşim ölçüldü. Doktor tansiyonu ölçerken enişteme,

-“Eşinizin karnını açabilir misiniz? Bağırsak hareketlerine bakalım… Şu örtüyü alın isterseniz…” dedi.

Eniştem yanımdan ayrılmadığından doğal olarak bizi karı koca zannetmişti adam… Doktoru hiç bozmadan, hatayı düzeltmeye de kalkmadan, ama dudaklarında bir gülümsemeyle, kenardaki örtüyü aldı, belime kadar örttü. Elini alttan sokup örtünün altında elbisemin eteğini yukarıya, göğsüme kadar sıyırdı.

Çoraplı bacaklarımın iki yanında başlayan elinin teması jartiyer dantelinin ardından çıplak tenimi, tanga külodumun kenarlarını, çıplak belimi okşarcasına sürdü. İki erkek de, zevkten gözlerimi kapayıp dudaklarımdan kopan inlememi sancı çekmek olarak yorumladılar sanırım… Telaşla atılan doktor,

-“Şimdi bitiyor hanımefendi…” diyerek karnımda, yanlarımda dolaştırdı streteskopu…

Gözlerimi kapayıp kendimi doktorun ellerine bıraktım. Artık ne yaptı bilmiyorum. Evirdi, çevirdi. Sonra teşhisini koyup bıraktı. Spazmdan falan bahsediyordu enişteme… Hastanın kocasına…

Servise alıp bir serum bağladılar, ilaç verdiler. Serum bitene kadar elimi tutup yanımda oturdu eniştem… Nişan olan arkadaşıma telefon açtık, durumu anlatıp özür diledik.

Serumun bitmesine yakın benim hiçbir şeyim kalmamıştı. Ne ağrı, ne sancı… Canlandığımı hissediyordum. Ama söylemedim. Elimi bırakmasını istemiyordum. Kendimizi iki aşık gibi hayal ediyordum o anda… Serumun akışını kontrol ederken, eniştemin at kuyruğu yaptığı simsiyah saçlarının çevrelediği yakışıklı yüzünü izliyordum. İçim bir hoş oluyordu ona bakarken…

Ablamla evlendiğinden beri hayrandım ona… Geceleri hayalini kurduğum, uğruna mastürbasyonlar yaptığım yakışıklı eniştem… Senede bir ay izine gelirler, birlikte tatil yapar, yazı birlikte geçirirdik. Beni de yanlarına alırlar, Bodrum, Marmaris, lüks otellerde tatilimizi geçirirdik.

Doyamazdım o tatillere, eniştemin yanında olmaya… Kendimi, her sene gelişen ve yumuşak kıvrımları artan güzelliğimi her fırsatta sergilemeye çalışır, bikinilerle, mini eteklerle dolaşırdım etrafında…

-“Serum bitti Gül…” diyen sesiyle kendime geldim. “Nasıl oldun? İyi misin?” Gülümseyerek yüzüne baktım,

-“İyiyim eniştecim… Şey, kocacım… Sayende…” O da gülümsedi. Doktorun bizi karı koca zannetmesini hatırlatmıştım ona…

-“Ben bir şey yapmadım karıcım… Doktor iyileştirdi sağ olsun…” dedi şakama katılarak…

Bir şey demeden gözlerine baktım minnetle… “Senin varlığın iyileştirdi beni enişte… Keşke kocam sen olsaydın… Hastayım, ama sana hastayım” dedim içimden… Gidip doktorla görüştü, gelip baktı, serumu çıkardılar. Artık eve gidebilirdim.

Bir de tekerlekli sandalye getirmiş yanında eniştem… İstemiyorum dememe rağmen, güçlü kollarıyla bir tüy gibi yataktan kaldırıp iskemleye oturttu. Kuralmış. Serum sonrası kapıya kadar böyle gitmem gerekiyormuş. Gece yarısı olmuştu serum bitene kadar…

Kapının önünde tekrar kucakladı, dış kapının önüne kadar getirdiği BMW.sinin ön koltuğuna kendisi oturttu. Bacaklarımda ister istemez dokunan ellerinin temasını hissettim hazla…

Evin kapısını anahtarla açtığımda yarım olmuştu saat… Mine gözlerini oğuşturarak geldi. Uyumamış, hem ders çalışmış, hem beni merak etmişti. Olanları anlatıp yatağına gönderdim. Hiç itiraz etmeden gidip yattı. Enişteme döndüm teşekkür için…

-“Yoo… Seni bırakıp gidemem Gül. Sancı tekrarlayabilir dedi doktor. Bizimkilere de haber verdim, bu gece buradayım. Salonda koltukta yatarım.”

-“Peki eniştecim… Ben sana koltuğu hazırlayayım o zaman…” dedim. “İstersen yatmadan önce duş yap, rahatla… Senden sonra ben de gireyim…”

O duşa girdi, ben koltuğu çekip yatak hazırladım. Sonra aklıma geldi, temiz havlu yoktu banyoda, iki havlu kapıp banyoya götürdüm. Tam kapıyı vuracakken bir karış aralık olduğunu gördüm. Kilitlenmediği zaman, mekanizma bozuk olduğundan dili atıyor, sonradan kapı açılıyordu bazen…

Sonra banyonun aynasından onu gördüm. Çırılçıplaktı. Arkadan bağladığı saçlarını duşa girerken açmış, omuzlarını kaplamıştı gür siyah saçlar… Yukarıdan akan sular, kaslı bedeninden aşağıya süzülüyordu. Gözleri kapalı, soğuk suyun altında dönerek her yerini ıslatıyor, kendini rahatlatıyordu.

Gözüm aşağıya kaydı. Bacaklarının arasında bir heyüla yükseliyordu. Uzun bırakılmış kasık kılları, kalın gövdenin dibinde ıslak bir çit gibi görünüyor, torbaları yumurta gibi altta dikkati çekiyordu. Bugüne kadar en fazla mayosuyla görmüştüm. Sportmen, kaslı vücudunu biliyordum elbet… Ama böyle çırılçıplak görmek… O vücudu üstümde, arkamda, her yerimde hayal ettim bir an…

Dizlerim titredi, kapının pervazına yaslandım. Seyretmeye devam ettim. Gözlerinin kapalı olması cesaret vermişti bana… Ses çıkarmadan kapıyı biraz daha araladım. Şimdi aynadaki aksine değil, canlı canlı kendisine bakıyordum.

İçim gidiyordu ona bakarken… Öyle güzel bir manzaraydı ki… Bir porno yıldızı vardı sanki banyomda… Suyu biraz kısıp sabuna elini uzattığında kendimi geri çektim. Görmemişti beni hala… Sabunlanmaya başladı. Köpükler her yerini kaplıyor, yukarıdan yavaş damlalar halinde akan suyla ayaklarına süzülüyordu yavaş yavaş… Ürperdim. Kapıyı kendime siper yapıp röntgene devam ettim.

Ne hastalık, ne doktor, ne çektiğim sancı vardı aklımda… Gözlerim fal taşı gibi, eniştemin çıplaklığını izliyordum. Kasıklarımda yangın başladı izledikçe… Elimi eteğimin altına attım. Gözlerim zevkten yarı kısılmış, üçgenimi oğuşturup sıkıyordum. Parmaklarımı külodumun içine soktum. Her zaman yaptığım şeyi yapmaya başladım. Mastürbasyon… Fakat bu kez önümde canlı bir porno mankeni vardı.

Suyu kapatan eniştem, köpükleri tüm vücuduna yaymış, okşaya okşaya sabunlanıyordu. Aleti dimdik, havaya doğru kalkmıştı ve iki eliyle köpüklü aletini sıvazlamaya başladı. Gözlerime inanamadım. Eniştem de mastürbasyon yapıyordu. Hem de gözlerimin önünde…

Parmaklarımın hareketini, klitorisime olan baskısını arttırdım. Çok kışkırtıcı bir manzaraydı, dayanılır şey değildi. Öyle zevk alıyordum ki… Sonunda olan oldu, duyduğum müthiş zevkle, sımsıkı kapattığım dudaklarımın arasından bir inilti kaçıverdi. İniltimi duyan eniştem, birden bire gözlerini açınca göz göze geldik.

Ben kapının pervazına dayanmışım, elim eteğimin altında kıpırdanıp duruyor. Eniştem duşun altında, köpüklü penisi elinde…

-“Enişte… Ben… Havlu getirmiştim sana…” diye kekeledim.

Elini sikinden çekip suyu açtı, köpükleri akıttı çıplak bedeninden… Saklanmıyor, çıplaklığını benden sakınmıyordu. Duştan akan suyun altında, öylesine, kalkmış sikiyle, antik yunan heykeli gibi duruyordu karşımda…

-“Ben havlu göremiyorum” dedi boğuk bir sesle… Baktım, yere fırlatıvermişim havluyu…

-“Getirdim. Ama kapı açıktı… Ben… Seni görünce…” Gülümsedi, elindeki sabunu uzattı bana… Gayet doğal bir tavırla,

-“Hadi gel Gül… Madem geldin, sırtımı sabunlayıver…” dedi.

Hipnotize olmuş gibi istemsizce içeriye girdim, duşa yöneldim. Elimi eniştemin elindeki sabuna uzatırken aklım başıma geldi,

-“Hay Allah, ben hala bu elbiseyle duruyorum” diyebildim cılız bir sesle… “Islanıcam”

-“Benim için sakıncası yok…” dedi eniştem, elimden tutup sertçe kendine çekti.

Daha ben ne olduğunu anlayamadan beni sımsıkı kendine yapıştırmış, dudaklarımı kemirmeye başlamıştı. Kollarının arasında eriyordum adeta… Neden sonra aklım başıma geldi, biraz iter gibi yapıp kendimden uzaklaştırmaya çalıştım. Ama ne mümkün… Mengene gibiydi kolları… Bense nefes nefeseydim.

-“Enişte… Dur… Lütfen… Yapma… Yapamayız…” diyecek oldum dudak dudağa, yüz yüze dururken…

Suların altında saçım başım, elbisem, çoraplarım, her şeyim ıslanmıştı. Üşütmeyen, ılık bir yaz yağmurunun altında gibi hissediyordum kendimi… Eniştemin kalkmış siki bacaklarımın arasında, kasıklarımda baskı yaparak yuva arıyordu. Dudaklarını dudaklarımda, boynumda, yanaklarımda dolaştırıyor, tenimden süzülen suyu içerek öpücüklere boğuyordu beni…

-“Delirttin beni Gül…” dedi iki öpücük arasında… “Zaten her zaman delirtiyorsun da… Bu akşam bir başkaydın. O mini eteğinle kıvranman, külodunu, her yerini göstermen delirtti beni… Hasta olduğunu bilmesem… İnan zevkten kıvrandığını zanneder insan… O inlemeler, o tanga külodun… Ağı dudakların arasına girmiş… Şimdi de sakın istemiyorum diye bana yalan söyleme… Az önce bana bakarak kendini okşuyordun.”

-“Sen de kendini okşuyordun enişte…” dedim.

-“İnan sen vardın aklımda… Seni bir an aklıma getirmek bile sikimi kaldırmaya yetiyor Gülüm… Hep senin suçun… Sen bana bakarak kendini okşamasan ben otuzbir çekerek yatacaktım. Şimdi cezanı çekeceksin. Bu kalkanı sen indireceksin…” Boynuna sarıldım, dudaklarını öptüm,

-“Seve seve eniştem…” diye fısıldadım. “Sen yeter ki iste… Onbeş gündür bacanağın yok. Duvarlara tırmanıyordum. Bir de sen gelince üstüne… Yakışıklı eniştem benim… Sen de benim ateşimi söndür o zaman… Ama yatağa gidelim. Ayakta sevişecek kadar iyileşmedim henüz…”

Üzerimdeki giysileri çıkardı. Islak jartiyer çoraplarımla kalmıştım. Önümde eğilip onları da çıkardı. Hazır diz çökmüşken yüzünün hizasındaki zevk üçgenimi de öpücüklere boğdu. Islak amımın her yerini öptü, dilini gezdirdi. Uzun, ıslak saçlarını okşayarak tuttum, yukarıya çektim.

-“Hadi enişte, beni yatağımıza götür… Yoksa ayakta boşalacağım.” diye inledim. Yere attığım havluları alıp birbirimizi kuruladık. Çıplak bedenimi kucağına aldı, uçarcasına yatak odasına götürdü, yatağa bıraktı. Başımı yastığa koyup eniştemi bekledim. Dizlerinin üstünde durup beni, çıplak bedenimi izliyordu. Elimi uzattım sabırsızca,

-“Hadi…” dedim. “Bekletme beni enişte…”

Bacaklarımı aralayıp bekledim. Kocamla seviştiğim yatakta, bu gece kocamın yerini eniştem almıştı. Önündeki taş kesilmiş aleti beni gösteriyordu. Yavaşça geldi, bacaklarımın arasına girdi, sikinin başını istekle bekleyen amıma dayadı. Zevkle gözlerimi kapattım. Öyle özlemiştim ki bu anı… Bacaklarımı olabildiğince açtım. O da yavaş yavaş girdi. Islak vajinamda yavaşça ilerleyen aletin girişi bitmek bilmiyordu. Sonunda dibe dayanınca bir oh çektim. Boynuna sımsıkı sarılıp zevkle inledim.

-“Ohhh…. Eniştemm… Harika… Çok güzel… Çok özledim bunu… Aahhh…”

-“Nasıl aşkım? Kocanınki gibi değil mi yoksa?” dedi.

-“Onunki de fena sayılmaz enişte… Önemli olan bu an… Seni tanıdığımdan beri bu anın hayalini kurdum ben… Seninle sevişmeyi istedim… En sonunda muradıma erdim… Ooohhhh… Öyle kıskanıyordum ki ablamı… Bu güzel siki her zaman yiyebiliyor diye… Bekle enişte… Bu anın tadını çıkarayım. Hiç unutmak istemiyorum bu anı…”

Tüm kalınlığıyla bacaklarımın arasını doldurmuştu siki… Bacaklarımı beline sardım. Bir süre öylece bekledik. Sonra dayanamadım artık, sabırsızca kalçalarımı oynatıp hareket etmesini istedim eniştemden…

Yavaş yavaş gidip gelmeye başladı. Gidip gelirken bazen tüm ağırlığıyla üstüme yükleniyor, bazen de kollarından destek alıp eğiliyor, göğüslerimi emiyordu. Meme uçlarımı emerken, uzun saçları göğüslerime yayılıyor, ıslak saçın tenime teması delirtiyordu beni zevkten…

Sonunda hızlandık ikimiz de… Dayanamaz hale gelmiştim. Altında kalçalarımı indirip kaldırıyor, aletinin içime girip çıkmasını sağlıyordum. O da karşılık verip durmaksızın pompalıyordu beni… Kendimi kaybetmiş gibiydim. Beline sardığım bacaklarımla yana devirdim, üstüne çıktım eniştemin… Üstünde oturup kalkmaya başladım.

Eniştemin üstündeyken orgazm oldum. O da beni izledi. İçime boşaldı dakikalarca… Oturup kalktıkça amımdan akan spermler fışkırırcasına aşağıya süzülüyor, taşaklarını ıslatarak yatağa akıyordu. Sonunda bitti. Son kasılmalardan sonra kendimi yatağa, eniştemin yanına bıraktım. Nefes nefese kalmıştım. Eniştem de öyle…

Sakinleşince yan döndüm. Başımı eniştemin göğsüne koydum. Göğsündeki seyrek tüyleri okşarken bir bacağımı da üstüne attım. Yarı sert siki bacağıma değiyordu. Mutluydum. En sonunda eniştemin olmuştum. Onunla sevişmiş, güzel sikinin verdiği zevkle orgazm olmuştum. Bunun hayalini kaç kere kurduğumu bilmiyordum. Ama en sonunda gerçekleşmişti.

-“Mutlu oldun mu?” diye fısıldadı eniştem… “Seni mutlu edebildim mi?”

-“İnanılmazdı enişte… Tam hayal ettiğim gibiydi her şey… Mutlu olmak ne demek? Göklere uçurdun beni… Şu anda bulutlardayım ben…”

İki çıplak beden, yatağın içinde, birbirimize sarılmış, orgazm sonrası rehavetiyle fısıldaşıyorduk.

-“Çabuk bulutlardan aşağıya in prensesim…” dedi eniştem, göğsünden başımı kaldırıp kendine çekmiş, dudaklarımı öpüyordu. “Sana ihtiyacım var daha… Sabaha kadar seni mutlu etmek istiyorum.”

Mutlulukla gerindim. Öpücüklerine karşılık verdim. Adeta birbirimizi yercesine öpüşüyorduk. Yine kucağına çıktım, aletini içime alıp hiç acele etmeden, öpüşe öpüşe sikinin tadına bakıyordum.

O anda kapının açıldığını gördüm. Eniştem de görmüştü. İkimiz de, o vaziyette, çırılçıplak kapıya bakıyorduk.

Mine vardı kapıda… Kocamın kızkardeşi… Üstünde kısacık geceliğiyle… Sabit bakışlarla bize bakıyordu. Şaşkınlıkla başımı çevirip enişteme baktım. Ne olduğunu sorgularcasına bakıştık. Sonra tekrar Mine’ye baktık.

Ne üstümüze bir örtü örtmek geliyordu aklımıza, ne de çıplaklığımızı gizlemek… Tek yapabildiğim eniştemin sikinin üstünden inmek olmuştu. Düpedüz enişte-baldız sikişirken, abisini aldatırken, boynuzlarken yakalamıştı bizi… Sevişirken… Çırılçıplak… Sonunda eniştem konuştu,

-“Şey… Mine, ne oldu? Neden uyandın?”

Sanki küçük bebeğimizdi, neden uyandığını sorguluyordu eniştem… İçimden gülmek geldi, gülemedim. Kötü olmuştum. Aklımdan son sürat, bin türlü şey geçiyordu. Kocam olayı öğrenmiş, bana nefretle bakıyor, belki de şiddet kullanıyor, dövüyor, çevremdeki herkes beni suçluyor… Ablam… Bizimkiler… Kocamın ailesi…

Mine ise gülümseyerek cevapladı soruyu,

-“O kadar gürültü yaptınız ki enişte…” Mine de enişte derdi ona… “Uykumdan uyandım. Size bakmaya geldim. Yarım saattir de bakıyorum.”

İkimiz de bir şey söyleyemedik eniştemle… Ne diyebilirdik ki… “Canımız sevişmek istedi, birbirimizi tahrik ettik, kıyasıya seviştik, abine boynuzu taktık” mı diyecektik?

Mine hareketlendi oluşan sessizlikte… Üzerindeki geceliğin yakasındaki düğmeleri çözdü ince uzun parmaklarıyla, eteklerini tutup yukarıya kaldırdı, başından çıkarıp attı. Sütyen yoktu üzerinde… Onsekizlik memeleri gonca gibiydi. Uçları kabarmıştı. Ayağındaki pamuklu külodu da çıkardı. Yeni tüylenmeye başlayan amını okşayarak bize baktı…

-“Biri yer biri bakar, kıyamet ondan kopar demişler…” dedi gülerek…

Sonra çırılçıplak yanımıza geldi. Beline inen dalgalı saçları, uzun boyu, upuzun bacaklarıyla manken gibi güzel kızdı doğrusu Mine… Körpecik, ellenmemiş, koklanmamış…

-“Abim onu boynuzladığınızı duyacak diye korkmayın yenge… Ben düşündüm ki…”

Eniştemden tarafa gelmişti direkt… Ayakta duruyor, eniştemi seyrediyordu hayran hayran… Eniştem anladı tabi olayı, ikimiz de rahatlamıştık şimdi… Yine de,

-“Ne düşündün Mine?” diye sordu eniştem…

Mine elini uzatıp eniştemin penisini okşadı. Meret hazır asker, dokunur dokunmaz eski halini almıştı hemen… Eniştem nefesini koyuverdi inleyerek…

-“Düşündüm ki… Abimin duymaması için beni de suç ortağı yapmanız lazım… O zaman kesinlikle duymaz… Ne dersiniz? Sizin için sakıncası var mı enişte?”

-“Benim için sakınca yok güzelim…” dedi eniştem… Bana döndü, “Senin için var mı Gül?”

Ben de elimi uzatıp eniştemin sikini tutan Mine’nin elinin üstüne koydum elimi…

-“Enişte… Seni ablamla paylaşmayı düşündüm hep… Ama Mine aklıma gelmemişti hiç…” dedim gülerek… “Gel bakalım küçük orospu… Senin kızlığını bozmadan, seni de suç ortağımız yapalım bir şekilde…” Görümcem güldü bu kez,

-“Bekaretim için üzülmeyin sakın… Ben o işi halledeli çok oldu.” dedi. “Hadi biraz çekilin, ben de uzanayım yanınıza…”

Eniştem ortaya kaydı. Mine de yanına uzandı. Eniştemin havaya dikilen sikine eğildi. Yalayıp öpmeye başladı. Ben de doğruldum, onunla beraber iki yandan eniştemin sikini yalıyorduk. Kıvranmaya başlayan eniştem iki eliyle saçlarımızdan tutup yönlendiriyordu bizi…

İki kız, eniştemi ortamıza alıp seviştik. Eniştem teşekkür anlamında her pozisyonda becerdi Mine’yi… Sonunda domaltıp arkasında gidip gelirken boşaldılar ikisi de… Eniştem Mine’nin sırtına boşalırken ben alttan Mine’nin memelerini yalıyor, kıza her yerinden zevk veriyorduk.

Mine hevesini alınca yorgun argın kalkıp odasına yatmaya gitti. İki saat sonra sabah olacaktı ve sınav için kalkmak zorundaydı.

Biz eniştemle devam ettik. Sabahın ilk ışıklarına kadar seviştik. Aygır gibiydi eniştem… Yorulmak bilmiyordu. Son kez duşun altında, başladığımız yerde seviştik. Ben eğilip duşun bataryasından destek alırken, aygırım şampuan köpüklerine buladığı, kayganlaştırdığı arkamdan becerdi beni…

Feryat figan, sonuncu orgazmımızı yaşadık. Artık Mine duyacak diye korkumuz da yoktu. Temizlenip kurulandık. Yatağa uyumaya giderken Mine’yi uyandırdı eniştem… O sınava gitmek için evden çıktığında biz uykunun kollarına teslim olduk.

Eniştemin izini bitene kadar iki karılı sultan gibi yaşadı. Gece gündüz seviştik. Bütün gün durup dinlenip eniştemle ikimiz sevişiyorduk. Akşama doğru okuldan dönen Mine de aramıza katılıyor, ben dinlenirken bu kez de eniştem Mine’yi beceriyor, sonra üçlü yapıyorduk. Herkes hayatından memnundu.

Önce eniştemin izini bitti, Hollanda’ya gitti… Sonra kocam köyden geldi. Mine eve döndü. Beni özleyen kocamla baş başa kalmıştık.

Aklımda eniştemle, Mine ile yaşadığımız seks dolu günler, geceler, grup seks sahneleri gözümün önünden resmi geçit yaparken kocamın altına yattım. Kocamın her zamanki düz sevişmesi kuru, yavan geliyordu artık…

Gözlerimi kapayıp kendimi eniştemle sevişirken hayal etmeye başladım. Onun sayesinde biraz canlandı seks yaşamım…

Her şeye rağmen o fırtına gibi kısacık zaman dilimini yaşadığım, gerçek seksi tattığım için mutluydum.

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Ayaklar? ç?plakt?.Ürkerek bas?yordu toprak zemine.tam tuvaletin kap?s?na gelince ç?kt?m ah?r?n kö?esinden.Önce irkildi.Elimle sus i?areti yapt?m.Siyah saçlar? parl?yordu ay ?????nda.O ve ben…yapayaln?zd?k ah?r?n önünde.bana do?ru ilerlemesini i?aret ettim.Önce arkas?n? kollay?p ba??n? çevirip hafifçe bakt? ve parma??yla ah?r? i?aret etti.içeri girdim.Keskin bi tezek kokusu ve ineklerin homurtular? duyuluyordu.Arkamdan geldi içeri.benden niçin korkmad???n? sormak istedim.F?rsat b?rakmadan :
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O gözlerini görüpte içine yang?n dü?meyecek herifmi olurda gelmeyeyim dedim.Bak, köpek gibi geldim pe?ine vuruldum sana ay g?z dedim.Hakk?nda baz? ?eyler ö?rendi?imi anlam?? olmal?yd?.Usulca çektim kolundan.Samanlar?n aras?na oturttum. Elim saçlar?n?n üzerinde gezerken bir elimlede dizini ok?amaya ba?lad?m.Titrer gibi olduktan sonra gözlerime bakt?.O an yap??t?m dudaklar?na.Öpü?meyi bilmiyodu,ve ben ona anlat?yordu nas?l yapaca??n?.Yumu?ac?k dudaklar?n? emerken kendini bana do?ru itiyor, orgazmolmaya ba?lad???n? belli ediyordu.dahada cesaretlenmi?tim.Ellerim ta? gibi memelerinde geziyor,ben ok?ad?kça o kas?l?yordu.bacaklar?mla sard?m önce…Bir elim ensesinde, di?er elimde yava?ça a?k üçgenine kay?yordu.Elimin alt?nda koca bir yarma ?eftali vard? sanki.Fistan?n? s?y?rd?m yava?ça,bembeyaz tenini o ay?????nda görebiliyordum.Fistan?n?n alt?na puanl? bir bez külot giymi?ti..Elim art?k hiç durmuyor,ok?ad?kça ok?uyordum.Bir yandan pantolonumu s?y?r?p,biryandanda ti?örtünü ç?kar?yordum ba??n?n üzerinden.Hiç kar??l?k vermiyordu…oda istiyordu.sadece külodu kalm??t? zerinde.Belk**e hiç jilet de?memi? am?n?n,kalçalar?na ve kas?klar?na do?ru yay?lmam??,ince siyah k?llar? külodunun aras?ndan f??k?r?yordu adeta.Art?k elimin alt?nda etli,?slanm?? bir amc?k ve kas???m? yaslad???m yumu?ac?k bir göt duruyordu bakir bakir.Külodunu s?y?rd???mda parmaklar?m am?ndaki k?llara gömülmü?,a?k suyuyla ?slan?yordu.Parmaklar?ma bula?an am suynuziyan etmeden dudaklar?ma sürdüm.Belk**e ilk defa bukadar sulan?yordu amc???.Önce memelerini, emmeye ba?lad?m ?ap?r ?upur…Dipdiri ve süt kokuluydular.Tüm vücudu ate?ler içinde yan?yor ve k?vran?yordu alt?mda.Duaklar?m? yava? yava? göbe?ine kayd?rd?m.göbek deli?ini zorluyordu dilim.Am?ndaki k?llar çenemi g?d?kl?yor ve ben daha fazla tahrik oluyordum.Dudaklar?m am?na inince ba??n? kald?rd? ve va????? va??? yala beni yala erim ol ,herifim ol…al yetir beni diyordu. Bayg?n gözleri akl?m? ba??mdan alm??t?.Dudaklar?m am?n?n suyundan s?r?ls?klam olmu?,A?z?m?n içine ak?yordu döllleri.Bir damlas?n? bile ak?tm?yordum yere bu taze a?k p?nar?ndan akan cennet harikas?n?.bacaklar?n? di?lemeye ba?lad???mda h?rlamay ba?lad? taze bir k?srak gibi art?k yerinde sabit duram?yordu…bal?k gibi sürtünüyordu bana.Yeniden dudaklar?na yöneldimde ba??m? elleriyle tutarak yap??t? bana.bir elim sikimde, ba??n? am?n?n ?slakl???n?aband?r?yor, bunun tad?n? ç?karmas?n? istiyordum.Dakikalarca bulad?m sikimi o ça?layan a?k sular?na.Art?k vakti gelmi?ti..yava?ça kayd?rd?m sikimi amn?n?n derinliklerine do?ru..V??????? V?????? ohhhhhh oyyyyy oyyy oh amannnnnn çenesini kapat?yordum elimle…kontrolden ç?km?? gibi inlemeye ba?lam??t?.Aminin yumu?ak tüyleri,köküne kadar soktu?umda kas?klar?mda müthi? bir haz b?rak?yordu.Ben sonsuza kadar yapmak istiyordum bunu… bi dha bi daha…Am?n?n içinde f?rt?nalar kopuyordu…Zevk iniltileri ah?r?n duvarlar?nda yank?lan?rken ,içinde bir volkan gibi patlay?verdim.Taze ve dar am? döllerim içini ya?larken bile s?k?yordu sikimi.?kimizde nefes nefese kalm?? ve orgazm?n tad?n? ç?kar?rken,s?k? s?k?ya sar?lm??,varolman?n dayan?lmaz hafifli?ini ya??yorduk.?çinden ç?kard???m zaman ki manzara gerçekten görülmeye de?erdi…Adeta yarak için a?z?n? hafifçe açm??, üçgen amc?k,üzerindeki siyah k?llar ve,içinden s?zan bembeyaz dölüm…

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