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Wayne glanced at his watch, it was only 6 pm. The evening was moving slower than a snail’s pace and he was bored. He leaned over and picked up the local newspaper off the coffee-table ad thumbed thru its pages looking for something exciting to read. “Oh how boring, there is nothing exciting in the newspaper these days,” he voiced.

When he let his dog out, the autumn air had a crisp cold feel to it and made him shiver clear to his toes. He pulled his sweater tighter around himself and buttoned it; he hates cold weather and would prefer to be backing on a warm beach under the hot summer sun.

In his mind’s eye he was strolling along the shore of his favorite beach. He was wearing his blue Speedos; they hug his curves like a second layer of skin.

He sees a group of scantily dressed woman sunbathing and casually walks towards them. The beauties look sexy as hell and some don’t wear anything but three small triangular patches of fabric that barely cover their nipples and pussy.

The awesome sight of giggling tits and asses began to arouse Wayne. His cock tingled and started to get hard, “Oh hell no, not here, fuck I am going to be so embarrassed, If I don’t do something quick. I wish my sweet Kandie was here, I know what we’d be doing right now,” he whispered.

Wayne almost ran back to his car, jumped in the front seat and closed the door fast. “Oh God,” he yelled. Then quickly glanced around, hoping no one saw the outline of his hardening cock.

Wayne felt the urgency to jack off right then and there. He was about to slide down in the seat, and watch the sexy beauties, and masturbate. Then stopped, with the way he luck was going lately, some beach-cop would walk by his window and catch him. He could see it now; arrested for indecent exposure. Now how in the hell would he explain that one to his new girlfriend Kandie?

Wayne ignored his cock for the moment, started up the car and proceeded to drive home. After he had gone about two miles, he spotted a small gravel road that disappeared into a grove of trees, on the left side of the highway.

He drove onto the path went a few feet and stopped, rolled his window down and looked at the ground. There were no apparent tire tracks. He went a little further and carefully checked around. He was completely surrounded and he could not see the main road at all.

“Oh this is perfect,” Wayne said excitedly. His left hand lowered his shorts, then he ran his index finger across the head of his cock and moaned, “Mmmm,” when he felt the tip wet with precum.

He pulls off the road and parks his car, then opens the door. He gets out, without hesitation, his hard cock bobbing in the wind. The summer breeze caressing his cock and makes him tingle from head to toe. Wayne looked around and said, “Hey, man, its time for some serious jacking off!”

Wayne saw the reflection of his hard cock in window and smiled. His right hand grasps his cock firmly and slowly strokes up a down. He wanted to make this sexual moment last as long as he could.

“Oooh fuck, this feels so good!” he uttered. Wayne imagined Kandie was right there with him. She was holding on to him and taking off her clothes. He stood back for a moment admiring his full figured woman. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Then he leaned down and began sucking and biting both of her nipples, one then they other, bakırköy eskort till they were red and hard. “Oh Kandie I want to fuck your pussy so much I can taste you sweet nectar on my lips,” he said.

Suddenly, Wayne feels someone’s arms encircle his waist and their warm moist air caressing the back of your neck. He jumped, and the hair on the back of his head stood up and he felt his cock shrink. Before he could ask, “Who are you?” Someone kissed the back of his neck softly.

“Guess who darling?” Kandie whispered. She ran her tongue across his neck and felt him quiver. Then kissed the back of his neck again then said softly, speaking softly, “Wayne, now do you know who I am?” Wayne’s mind races, he knew the person was female. He knew he had heard her voice before, but doesn’t remember when or where. He eagerly tired to turn around, but couldn’t move.

Kandie kisses the back of his neck again, “Now who do you suppose is kissing you like this? Wayne, you can turn around now, “she giggled.

Wayne slowly turns around, there before his eyes is a sexy BBW, clad in a one piece hot pink and black swim suit. He rubs his eyes then pinched his arm to see if he’s awake.

He looked deep into her sensuous blue-green eyes, blinked and recognizes her. “Kandie, is that you! Dam, woman, you should not scare me like that. I damned near swallowed my tongue. He exclaimed.

“Hello Wayne, I’m sorry, hopes I didn’t embarrass you too much.” Kandie expressed.

Wayne eyes were in a trance as he stood there; this is the first time he has seen her for real. “Oooh Kandie, you’re so beautiful! I never in my wildest dream thought I’d meet you. Well, not like this anyways, He uttered. “Hey Kandie, where in the hell did you come from? I know you didn’t materialize out of thin air,” he uttered.

“Kandie told him she had been hiding the whole time on the floor in the back seat of the car. Just waiting for the perfect moment to jump out and surprise him, she told Wayne.

“I’m sorry; I should have emailed you and told you I was coming for a visit. But I was not sure, if I’d have the funds for it,” Kandie said.

“Then two weeks ago my boss gave me a big bonus. A fourteen day paid vacation anywhere in the USA. Darling, I couldn’t bring myself to call you directly,” she told Wayne.

Kandie then told him that she had called his mom to tell her about the plan to make sure he’d be home for the surprise. Then ask if she could pick me up. She loved the idea and told me she would be glad to pick me up.

“When she picked me up this morning that’s when I put my plan into action,” Kandie uttered.

Wayne took her in his arms and kissed her softly, “Well Kandie, you sure scared me that’s for sure baby,” he said. He ran his fingers across her ass and caressed her gently. Then his hard cock brushed against her thigh making them both jump. “Sorry honey, I guess my cock is making my intentions apparent,” he murmured.

“Oh Kandie, I love you! I have wanted you since the first time we chatted online. Oh my sweet baby, when you said hello to me on the phone that time I called you. I fell head over heels for you,” he whispered.

“Wayne, I love your voice is sweet and alluring. The first time we spoke on the phone I melted into the receiver. I fell in love with your voice and sensuous words. I wanted to hold you for real and escort fulya hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I needed to touch you and feel your warm kisses against my lips. I wanted to caress the small of your back and feel your quiver as my fingertips slowly glided over your skin. I wanted to arch my back as your lips surrounded my swollen clit and moan with pure delight,” she purred.

Kandie then glanced down as his cock, “Oh by the way–wow, honey, nice cock! I can’t wait to try it on for size,” she replied as her tongue caressed her lips.

“Hey, how do you like my swim suit love? I bought it just for the trip. Then she watched his face for any hint of his feelings; he winked at her and blew her a kiss. I’ll take that as a yes,” Kandie chuckled.

Wayne took the blanket out of the car then laid it on the ground next to them. He reached out and drew Kandie close to his body, and kissed her. His voice quivered and he said. “Let me help you out of that suit darling, ooooh God, I want to fuck you!”

“Oh Wayne, I want to feel your cock teasing my clit and then slowly sliding down and encircling my hole. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and feel you slide your cock in me with deep slow strokes stretching my pussy to its limits. Oh my God, I want you,” she replied.

Kandie slid the suit off her shoulders then held on to Wayne for support as he bent over to help her step out of the suit. She gently ran her fingers down the middle of his back and heard a soft sigh escape his lips. If she was not holding on to him she was sure her legs would buckle.

Wayne stood up slowly taking in Kandie’s naked body with his eyes. He gasps when her big succulent nipples were just inches from his lips. “Oooh Kandie, I love your tits–oooh can I suck them baby? Wayne asked.

Kandie pulled his head closer to her breasts and uttered, “Yes–baby–yes–I love a titty-man!” She loved the way his tongue encircled her nipple, and when he bit it a bolt of electricity went directly from his tongue to her clit. Kandie shivered excitedly and said, “Oh Wayne lets make love, right here right now!”

Wayne kissed her cheek and gently laid her down. “Darling, don’t move, I want to taste every inch of you–my sweet Kandie,” he instructed her. He kiss her lips then covered her face with soft kisses then descended to her breasts.

Wayne flicked her nipple with his tongue, and then sucked it deep into his mouth. He could not get enough of her, she tasted so good. He took it in his teeth and bit it gently. Then crossed to her other nipple and did the same.

Kandie arched her back, close her eyes and whispered softly, “MMM, Oh Wayne you’re making my clit throb, it feels divine! Oooh I want to feel your fingers caress my clit. Oh you sure know how to make a woman feel good!”

Wayne left a wet trail with is tongue as he licked his way down her abdomen to her pussy. Wayne told her to spread her legs wide then moved between her legs with his face inches from her pussy. He slowly spread her labia and licks his lips and excitedly said, “Oh fuck–you’re so fucking wet!”

He opens his nostrils wide inhaling her stimulating aroma. Then ran his tongue across her swollen clit and encircled it. He eagerly laps her from her clit to her ass feeling her hips move about wildly. The he held onto her hips darting his tongue in and ataköy eskort out of her madly, feeling a gush of fluid against his chin.

Wayne zeros in on her clit setting it ablaze. He slid his fingers in her pussy with wild fucking motions. He stopped for a moment then raised His head, “Oh Kandie, you like what I am doing, don’t you,” he inquires.

Kandie held his head like it was in a vice and screamed out his name, “Wayne–Oh–Wayne–Oh Yessss–Oh my God–bite my clit! I am going to cum–fuck me now!”

Wayne takes the head of his cock and rubs it all over her pussy, lubricating it with precum. He voice quivers as he tells her, “Sweetheart, hang on–not so fast–we have all day to fuck. I want to make cum before I shove this throbbing cock deep into her hot pussy. Cum for me baby!”

Kandie thrust her hips like crazy, and desperately looked-for his cock to guide it into him. He stopped and said, “Soon my love.” Wayne then shoves his finger deeper within her pussy till it rubs against her g-spot.

She screams and began to shiver, feeling the start of an earth shattering climax. “Fuck, oh darling, fuck-me–ooooooooh–yesssssss–I am cumming,” she screamed.

Wayne withdrew his hand and prepared to guide his hard cock into her and noticed his hand was covered to his wrist with cum.

Kandie shouted, “Wayne, make love to me now! Baby–fuck me now! I can’t wait to feel your cock pulsating against the walls of my pussy. Oh Wayne, please–baby–Fuck Me!

Wayne kissed her lips gently and then went slow relishing the moment as her climax engulfed them. Then without hesitation shoved his cock all the way in her with one hard thrust, yelling, “Yesss–ahhh dam baby–make your pussy-muscles milk my cock. Oh–Kandie–ride my cock hard–make me cum!”

Kandie clamps down on his cock hard with her vaginal muscles feeling the engorged veins in his cock. It felt as if it would explode at any minute. She wraps her legs around his waist and screamed, “Ooooh Wayne cum for me darling!”

Wayne’s cock expanded her pussy to the limit. “My darling, sweet Kandie, can I cum inside you–I can’t hold back any longer!” Wayne screams.”

Kandie in breathless anticipation said, “Oh yes baby, fill me with your sweet cum! I love the way you fuck me, no one has fucked me like before. Honey I love you!”

Wayne’s felt his body go rigid and screamed “Kandie–my delicious lady–I am cumming!” His cum exploding with so much force it takes her breath away.

Kandie feels the force of his cum touching the deep recesses of her vagina she begins to shout, “Oh, I am cumming again! Oh Wayne, let’s make this moment last forever!”

Wayne held her face in his hands, kissing both cheeks softly. “Kandie, I love you! I am so glad I was privileged to meet you for real. Darling, you’re sexy as hell as and more woman than any man could ever wish for. Let’s make the additional 9 days a sentimental journey through paradise,” he expressed.

Kandie climbs into bed that night and snuggles up close to Wayne. Then closes her eyes and treasures the precious memories of the day.

Wayne looks at sleeping beauty once more and whispers, “Wait till morning, My Sweet Kandie, I’m having pussy-pie for breakfast.”

Kandie playfully opens one eye, “Not if I can help it–if I wake up first–I’m having tube steak ala cream for breakfast, she chuckles.

Wayne briskly said, “I am going to win this round, I guarantee you baby!”

Kandie excitedly replied, “Shall we bet on it, winner takes all. All I can get!”

They kissed each other goodnight and slowly drift off to sleep snuggled in each others arms.

Hugs, this story is real!

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It was just sex. That’s what I kept telling myself, “It’s just sex!” but every time I said it that little voice in the back of my head said “yeah, but it’s REALLY GREAT sex!!”

I’d met him by chance when he was in town for work, and we hit it off straight away. At 42 he was 10 years my senior, he looked fit, with great shoulders and that strong handsome look that some bald men can carry off really well. Most of all he had blue green eyes that locked onto mine and shone with an intensity, an honesty and trust that made me weak at the knees. My marriage had ended a little over two years ago when I caught my husband cheating on me, a couple of meaningless romances later and I was enjoying being single, but horny!

When we met, through a mutual friend, we sparked off each other, laughed, and agreed we should catch up again next time he was in town. I gave him my number, and thought it would be nice to have a new male friend, he was married, with two kids he obviously loved deeply, and I thought he had a lucky wife.

He rang me out of the blue a few weeks later and said his afternoon meeting had been cancelled and before he started the four hour drive back to his home town, he’d love to catch up over a coffee. I was finishing a few chores at home, so gave him my address and quickly cleared up in the 15 minutes or so I thought I had before he would arrive. I was bra-less, in a tube dress and had my hair up when I heard him pull into the drive shortly after, but I figured so what – it’s just a coffee and a chat, if we’re going to be friends he can take me as he finds me at short notice!

When I opened the door I was surprised, in a well fitting stylish business shirt, suit pants and tie, he was a lot more handsome than I remembered. Then he gave me a big smile with his eyes shining and I knew this was going to be a very hard friendship to keep out of the bedroom!

We sat on the couch and started talking about our days, I asked how his family was (as much to remind me that he was married as out of genuine interest!) and he talked about his kids as only proud and loving dads can. I noticed he didn’t mention his wife, and had barely mentioned her last time, so asked how she was. He paused, looked into my face in a way that completely disarmed me, and started to talk deeply and honestly about the troubles in his relationship, his wife’s emotional and physical distance from him since their second child was born and how he had struggled to reconcile his attraction to me with his love for his family.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, or thinking. My own husband had cheated on me, yet here I was, feeling sorry for this lovely guy because he was committed to his family but needed a physical and intimate relationship that he clearly had not had with his wife for 5 years! I don’t know how he did it, but the combination of honesty, his physical presence and the way he started to tell me how gorgeous I was (after I had just finished doing the housework!!) had me wanting to melt into his arms!

We sat in silence for a minute and he drew a deep breath, then looked up into my eyes. It was that magic moment, when a cord of pure energy links your souls through your gaze, I couldn’t turn away, as we moved closer together, holding for an instant just millimetres apart, daring each other to pull back, savouring the smell and warmth of each other, sharing a breath, until our lips met. He kissed me softly, almost chastely, lips gently quivering, until I pushed more firmly onto his, leaned into him and let my tongue run across his top lip.

He pulled back for a moment, I opened my eyes to see if something was wrong, “God,” I thought “don’t let him regret that, don’t let him back out now!”. He just stared into my eyes, smiling, brushed my hair from my face and murmured that the hadn’t had a kiss like that for years.

“That’s nothing!” I said, and throwing my arms around him, crushed his lips with mine until he opened his mouth and I could drive my tongue in. He kissed me back hungrily now, his arms tight around me, pulling bakırköy escort bayan me to him and soon we were lying on the couch, he under me and my breasts firm against his chest.

I could feel his cock hardening against me and wriggled my hips against it – this kissing had got me hotter than I had been for ages, and I wanted him to know it. When he paused for a breath, I stood up, took his hand and lead him silently to the bedroom. He trailed behind me, when I looked back over my shoulder and caught him staring at my bum, he just smiled and said how beautiful I was.

“Flatterer!” I scolded him.

“No,” he replied.

Holding my hand tight he stopped so suddenly I almost stumbled as he looked down into my eyes and simply said “you are so beautiful.”

If I hadn’t already been ready to screw his brains out, that would have melted any resistance I had left!

I pulled him onto the bed and he started kissing my neck, ears, throat, eyelids, everywhere but my mouth, making me gasp and moan as his hands started to explore my body. I’m no skinny waif, but I’m fit, and far from fat too, so when he pulled my top down to expose my full breasts he gasped, smiled and started to lick and suck each nipple until they were hard and I was about to start touching myself I was so wet!

I pulled his mouth back to mine and we kissed hungrily, deeply and lustfully. I rolled over on top of him and quickly I pulled my dress up over my head so I was straddling him, with only my panties on. Looking down I could see him gazing up with longing in his eyes. I started on his tie and shirt buttons, which made him giggle as I accidentally tickled his hairy chest, I jiggled back and felt his hard cock, through the fabric of his trousers and my panties, pressing against my hot pussy. I leaned down to kiss him and he hugged me close.

Holding me tight he rolled us over, kissing my lips, throat, down my cleavage and over my tummy, I knew where he was heading and could hardly wait. Quickly I slipped my hand down to the elastic of my panties and wiggled them off, giving him full permission and access to the centre of my passion.

I grasped one of his hands and brought it to my breast, and he started rolling my nipple between his fingers as his tongue started sliding across my pussy lips. I needed more, I took his head in my hands and urged his tongue into me, tilting my hips, running my feet up and down his back, opening myself to his probing tongue. He may have thought he was out of practice, but he knew what he was doing!

He licked and sucked my pussy lips, slipped his tongue in and managed to probe and suck at the same time. As he tongue found my pussy button his mouth felt so hot and insistent on me, his tongue so firm and fast in it’s work, I could hear myself moaning, murmuring his name. I needed this man, I needed his body above me, I needed his arms around me, I needed his hard cock inside me!

“Come here!” I growled, and he looked up at me from his work, smiling as he sat up to quickly finish removing his shirt. I grabbed his belt buckle, undid his trousers and was soon staring at his rock hard cock. He pulled back for a moment and stood at the bedside to slip his trousers and socks off, giving me a great view of his manhood, bobbing up by his belly button, thick and hard and soon to be mine.

As he moved back onto the bed I dipped my head and took the hot tip of his cock in my mouth. He gasped as I ran my tongue around it and used one hand to draw back his foreskin while I sucked just the head. I started to move down gently and he ran his fingers through my dark hair, gently entwining us and not grabbing or forcing me on at all, just connecting with me and moaning “Oh God,” in a way that spurred me on far more strongly and sensuously than any man ever has by trying to push me down. I was sucking his cock because I wanted to, because I could make him feel good, and because he felt so hard and strong in my mouth that I loved it!! I felt him twitch, and thought about making escort esenyurt him come with my tongue, but he had other ideas.

He pulled me up and I gave his beautiful cock one last caress as he started kissing me again, from my mouth to my ears and back via my throat. Gently, insistently, he was pushing me back onto the bed, I opened my legs for him and he lay on top of me, his cock hard against my pussy lips, the head resting on my lower abdomen. He moved slowly, not entering me, just rubbing in time with the kisses he planted on my lips. The shaft of his cock felt so good, he had it positioned perfectly so it ground against my pussy button, getting me hotter and wetter every minute. I don’t know how long we lay like that, kissing and grinding, until I pulled away from his mouth to tell him how hot I was, that his cock was driving me wild as it hit my button, and that if he didn’t put it inside me now I would probably scream!

He smiled, his eyes never leaving mine as he slipped just the head between my lips. I tilted my hips and rocked up to draw him in and we both groaned together as he slid that thick hard cock into me. I threw my head back in ecstasy as he thrust all he way in, lifting his hips so he was deep inside me and using his pelvis to keep pressure on my button, god it felt deep, and soooo good! he started to rock into me, going from deep to really deep, probing, pressing, grinding, never thrusting, never drawing out but somehow managing to probe and pulse in and out in a way that kept building the pleasure. No man had ever taken me like that before, somehow gentle and strong at the same time, I loved it and he could tell.

I looked up into his eyes, all I could say was “niiiice!”

He just smiled and said “good!”

I started to thrust back against him, raising the tempo, hugging his shoulders tight and whispering into his ear to fuck me harder.

He almost looked shocked.

“Is it good?” he asked.

“So good!” I purred back at him, “Fuck me, fuck me now!”

“How?” he asked, warming up to our verbal game.

“Hard!” I said.

He immediately leaned over me, driving his cock in deep, crushing my knees against my breasts, reaching his strong arms around my shoulders, filing my pussy with his manhood and my eyes with his handsome face and firm shoulders as he cradled me in a total embrace. As he continued to drive into me I could feel myself getting close, but this god like man seemed like he could go on forever. I saw a drop of sweat trickle down the side of his face and realised how hard he was working to please me.

I held him tight, slid my legs out and wrapped them around his waist so I could slow him down.

“Please,” I mumbled “take me doggy style.”

That’s my favourite position, I love the depth and the animal nature of it and it always gets me off. He smiled, and the look on his face told me it was a favourite of his too. He slid out of me and I felt momentarily empty as I rolled over and positioned myself on the edge of the bed.

“Stand by the bed,” I said,

“Oh baby!” was all he could reply.

I looked back over my shoulder, my feet over the edge of the bed, my bum in the air and my hot wet pussy waiting for him, thank god I didn’t have to wait long. He positioned himself close behind me and rubbed the head of his cock across my pussy lips. I reached back between my thighs, grasped his shaft and guided him in. He drove in deep and again we both groaned together. He grasped my hips firmly and his hips pressed hard against my cheeks. He was thrusting deep, again with the deep to deeper strokes, first filling my pussy, then completely stuffing it as he crushed my ass cheeks, not really withdrawing at all, just lessening the pressure before driving in again.

“Ohhhh!” I groaned, “your cock is filling my pussy!”

He paused for a moment, laughing kindly as he told me “You say the sweetest things!”

Then I felt him reaching across me, I looked back over my right shoulder and saw him grabbing a pillow, ataköy escort bayan I was just wondering what he wanted that for when he slipped it under my tummy. I thought he was going to push me down onto it, but instead he grasped it in both hands and pulled it back against my hips, drawing me hard back against him, plunging his cock deeper into me, the thick base of his shaft stretching me, the head of his cock deeper inside me than any man had been before, my g-spot getting more pleasure on a single stroke than my ex could have managed in a year!!

“Oohhhh, leverage!” I moaned, getting a fantastic lesson in bio-mechanics with every stroke! (He told me later that he had never done this before, that he just saw the pillow and was inspired by my obvious enjoyment of what he had been doing already and made it up on the spur of he moment!)

Then he really started to go to work, thrusting hard and deep, using the pillow almost like reins on a horse, pulling me back as he drove in deeply. I could feel my O building, I could barely hold my head and chest off the bed, the whole of his cock was pumping deep and filling me to my soul, his strong arms worked the pillow back against my hips in a way that gave him complete control and I could surrender myself to the sensations he created within me.

I felt hot, from my pussy to my chest and throat, I was blushing and moaning as I felt myself starting to come. I heard my voice crying out, felt him respond to my cries with moans of his own as he thrust and thrust again, I gave myself over to the feelings washing over me, like rainbows of pleasure rippling out from my over stimulated pussy. I was coming hard, and suddenly felt a little fluid gushing from me and realised I was squirting. I never had before, I was coming so hard I couldn’t breathe, I collapsed onto the bed gasping for breath as his cock slipped out of me and he lay beside me, stroking my hair. When I could open my eyes he was gazing into them, with a boyish smile on his face, like the cat that just got the cream!

“Was that ok?” he asked.

I couldn’t believe it!

“OK??” I demanded, “that was amazing!”

“Good!” he said, “It’s been quite a while for me, and I really wanted you to enjoy it.”

I rolled over onto my back and looked into his eyes. “You haven’t come yet have you?” I asked.

He just smiled at me, his face glowing as his eyes roamed my body, his hand stroking my now sensitive breasts and nipples, and he started telling me again how beautiful he thought I was.

“Come here,” I said, pulling him on top of me again and guiding his still hard cock back inside me. “Fuck me, please, come in me, come in me now!”

This time he was much more urgent, my encouragement had done the trick! I drew my legs up for him so he could drive in deep, I watched his face as he thrust harder and harder, my breasts were bouncing and he was almost mesmerised by their motion. I lifted my hand and covered his eyes, his mouth curled in a puzzled smile. Then he realised what I was doing, making him concentrate on the feelings, as I gripped his cock on every thrust and ground my hips back. Within seconds he was breathing heavily. Soon he started to groan and his thrusts grew deeper but more erratic, I drew my hand away and his eyes flew open, staring into mine as he called out my name, thrusting deep as I felt his cock swell and pulse inside me. His back arched, he was coming as deep inside me as he could, quivering, jerking, groaning.

Collapsing on top of me, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and murmured how wonderful that was, but apologising for how suddenly and quickly he had come.

I told him I wanted him to come, he had given me the biggest orgasm of my life, and he deserved his own. Who wants to come together, when you can have such a great one yourself, then get to watch as your lover explodes deep within you, knowing you had driven him on to that state of bliss?

We lay together for a while. Kissing and cuddling, until I had to get ready for the afternoon school run, and he had to drive home. We have been together four times since, every time he comes to town. Each time is fantastic, special in it’s own way but nothing compares to that voyage of discovery that was our first time together. I keep telling myself it’s just sex, just really good sex…not an affair with a married man!

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“Are these seats taken?” Lauren spoke brightly to some familiar faces.

Hannah Clark’s whole family was seated in a row in the center-back of the bustling auditorium. Her sisters and her dad, Mitch, had all been swiping through stuff on their cell phones and her mom, Claire, was reading through the event’s program. They all looked up almost simultaneously to see who had spoken.

Lauren couldn’t help but make first and direct eye contact with Mitch; when he looked up his eyes were very startled, and his countenance remained stunned even after recognition set in and Mrs. Clark stood and stepped around her husband to give all the newcomers brief hugs and greetings. Mr. Clark stood, too. After his wife had given out hugs, it would have been rude if he had ignored the girls, so he stored his phone in his front pocket and gave the two girls closest to him – one of them being Lauren – awkward side hugs, and the third girl he just gave a little wave. The row was narrow, and it was tricky for his larger frame to maneuver between the seats. He murmured little hellos but otherwise let his wife do the talking.

Mitch had relaxed some. The corners of his mouth now turned up to resemble a smile, although he still looked almost sick, probably figuring out how to act natural even though he felt anything but calm. Lauren was cued into all of these changes in his demeanor even though nobody else was aware of the tension between them.

“Please, sit with us!” Mrs. Clark gestured obviously to the open seats directly to the right of her husband.

Hannah’s sisters had already returned their attention to Instagram or whatever was so interesting on their phones. The rest of them sat. Lauren took the seat right next to Mr. Clark, as she knew the family best out of the three friends.

Lauren grasped the chair to adjust her posture in it, and as she did so, Mitch’s hand that was at his side, between them, darted instinctively into his lap. He was jumpy and obviously reactive to her presence. He did not want to show any intimacy between them in front of his wife, but he was massively overcompensating beyond the realm of normal human interaction.

After a few moments of processing the surprise of Lauren’s arrival and close proximity, Mitch rediscovered some perspective and relaxed his hand back to his side.

Mrs. Clark leaned over her husband to strike up a conversation with Lauren about Lauren’s new apartment. Mr. Clark sat politely still as the two talked over him.

“Yeah, I’ve lived there about three weeks, now,” Lauren informed Mrs. Clark. “It’s good, but my landlord is a little spacey.” Mrs. Clark nodded and rolled her eyes as she absorbed the conversation. Mrs. Clark loved gossip and she always played along animatedly with every juicy tidbit. “He’s not incompetent, exactly. He keeps saying he will come over to fix the water in the shower, but it’s been a few weeks and nothing…”

“Well what’s wrong with the shower?” Mrs. Clark asked quickly and with too much fascination, like it was her own shower that she found out was busted.

“It only runs cold. It’s like the hot water isn’t hooked up properly or something.” Lauren tried to match Mrs. Clark’s energy. “We’re a little sick of taking cold showers.”

Mrs. Clark shuttered in empathy, accompanied by a little giggle. Mr. Clark stared at his hands and fiddled with his fingers.

“Well, you know, Mitch redid our entire upstairs bathroom. New faucets and all. I bet he could fix it if your landlord doesn’t get back to you.”

Mitch looked at his wife when she mentioned his name.

“Oh, no, it’s no big deal to wait a little longer,” Lauren protested, giving Mitch an easy out if he felt awkward or was too busy. He had turned toward her, now, and seemed to be slightly amused by her objection.

“It’s actually probably an easy fix.” Mitch said softly, as they were seated so close to one another. It was the first sentence he had heard him utter in over a year. “I don’t mind at all.” His kind smile was genuine this time, and even though it was small, it was still reflected in the little wrinkles near his eyes.

Lauren was triggered by his soft tone and kind, penetrating eyes. She felt a warmth spread through her chest. She felt both vulnerable and protected all of a sudden.

“I have a bit of free time on Sunday. Can you text me the address?” Mitch asked.

Lauren immediately got out her phone and opened a new text message. “What’s your number?”

Mitch recited it to her. She took another moment to type out the address, and then Mitch pulled his phone out of his pocket again, just as the vibration alerted him that he had a new text. He viewed it for a moment, thanked her, and then she watched out of the corner of her eye as he added the sender as a new contact.

The air felt heavy in the auditorium. It was not too hot, but the atmosphere was full of pride and excitement. It was a big day for the young folks waiting to graduate, Hannah among them. She had worked harder than anyone Lauren knew to complete her degree; practically all of her “free” time was spent working multiple escort bayan bakırköy jobs. Lauren and Hannah had not spent as much time together as they used to, mostly because they both had conflicts, but they remained close out of habit.

It had only been a few minutes since Lauren and the other girls sat down, so people were still standing, finding seats, and gossiping and one-upping one another in conversation.

“Hey, what time is it? Do you think I have time to use the restroom before this thing starts?” Lauren engaged Mrs. Clark again with the question.

Mrs. Clark looked up from the program again, checked her phone for the time, and then looked around at everyone still standing. “You’ve got eight minutes, but there’s no way it starts on time.”

Lauren nodded in agreement and then got to her feet. She set her small handbag back on her chair and scooted past her friends who leaned their knees to the side to let her pass. In the aisle, she had to weave around people yapping who remained oblivious to the girl struggling to get through.

Mitch subtly craned his neck to see which way Lauren turned when she left the auditorium. He waited a beat and then said, “You know, I think I’ll go too,” and stood to leave the same way she did. His wife made a grunt of acknowledgement, hardly looking up from her phone, but he paid little attention anyway. He was concentrated on slipping past everyone quickly.

When he got out to the lobby, he took note of where the women’s restroom was located and then planted himself close by, where he would not be able to miss Lauren when she came out. He stood, trying to lean against the wall but finding himself too nervous to be still and instead fidgeted by rocking back and forth on his feet. He was not sure what he intended to say to her. He almost chickened out and went back to his seat when she pushed out the door of the restroom.

She did not notice him right away. She was focused on returning to the auditorium before the commencement began. She hastened her pace on 3 inch high heels and wobbled a little from lack of practice. The cornflower blue dress she wore flowed out gracefully around her knees due to the acceleration of her pace. Mitch saw her pick up speed, and he used the momentum of rolling up to his toes to stride over and intercept her path. He grasped her wrist and spun her to the opposite wall of the lobby, like an eagle snatching a fish from the river.

It was Lauren’s time to be startled, and she took a second to steady herself and gather her bearings before looking at the face of her captor, although she already knew who it was.

On this side of the lobby, there was no one else within a 10-foot radius of the couple, and everyone was engrossed in their own conversations, barely noticing them.

Mitch had placed her with her back against the wall. He was facing her with his right hand pressing on the wall just an inch from her left ear. His other hand still lingered on her wrist where he nabbed her from the crowd.

“What’s going on?” Lauren finally asked, somewhat suspiciously. She was taken aback from her change of course. Mitch looked like he wanted to say something but could not come up with the words.

He looked, lost in thought, from his feet to her face, buying time to figure out what to say, but also absorbing her beauty. The wrap dress she wore was both modest and captivating. The color suited her personality and made her lightly tanned skin look radiant. The hem ended just below her knee, but what he could see of her calf was perfectly toned and made even more tantalizing by the natural flex gained by her nude-colored, t-strap heels. A thin sash brought the dress together at her small waist, further emphasizing her natural hourglass figure. And her breasts were covered but for the stunning valley that the deep V revealed to lucky onlookers, where one could just begin to see the swell of two flawless mounds. Her chest was perceptively heaving still from being literally swept off her feet a moment ago. Her long brown hair was curled in a natural fashion and pulled back from the sides into a barrette. When his gaze finally climbed to her eyes and she was looking directly back, waiting for him to explain his presence, he clenched his eyes shut as though he was afraid she would be able to read his thoughts if she looked too deeply.

Finally he said, “I haven’t seen you since Hannah moved out. How’ve you been?” He dropped his right hand from the wall and put it in his pocket, realizing his body language might have come across rather more aggressive than he intended.

Lauren was amused by his casual conversation after such an unexpected outburst. She also recalled the last time they had seen each other, about six months after their affair, and five-and-a-half months after her dad died

Lauren had been part of a group of friends that helped Hannah in moving her stuff out of her parents’ house and into her own, quiet studio apartment. Mitch had stopped by the new place after he got out of work into order to bring all the helpers some escort halkalı pizza and beer and to see the place his daughter would be living for the foreseeable future. He had stepped into the surprisingly spacious studio with his hands full of sustenance. Before he could announce his presence, though, he had noticed a young woman toward the back of the apartment, near a large window, bent over a box and unloading its contents when a young man he had never seen walked over and startled her by pinching her butt under the loose athletic shorts she was wearing. The girl squealed and swatted at the boy and giggled playfully, before realizing that they were being watched. Lauren had been caught mid-PDA by Mitch, and she blushed. Mitch had averted his eye contact before his leering drew the attention of the strange boy and announced to the apartment that pizza had arrived. As all of the helpers clambered over the food, Mitch backed away and excused himself to the bathroom to think over the mixed emotions he felt of jealousy, rage, and…heartbreak? He had washed his hands of the stupid, juvenile angst and returned to the room full of adults who were half his age. He busied himself with hanging photos, avoiding Lauren and the strange boy whom he hated, until he made up the excuse that he had a migraine and went home.

A year and a half later, here they were.

“Good.” Lauren responded to Mitch’s small-talk-type question.

“Thats good. Still got the boyfriend?” Mitch asked, nodding along, already knowing the answer because she’d slipped up and said “we” when she was talking about their shower.

“Yes…” Lauren said shyly, looking for his reaction.

“Good, good,” Mitch nodded along some more, although it did not look like he was exceptionally pleased. “Are you happy? You look happy.”

“I’m pretty happy,” she said, trying to sound sincere, and for the most part she was.

She didn’t really know what to say to him.

“I think about you a lot,” he said, filling the silence. He realized that might have been too corny, so he added, “…in the shower sometimes.”

She smiled because he had just made it awkward, but it somehow broke the tension.

“Does the water wash away the sin?” she asked.

“It washes away something.”

She blushed at the suggestiveness.

“I miss you,” he said in a low, honest tone, finally getting to his point. “You look beautiful.”

She sighed, still smiling. She felt uncomfortable, flattered, and conflicted all at once. She could not help but feel attracted to him. Since she had last seen him, he had started trimming his hair shorter but grew a scruffy beard which made him look distinguished and chiseled, more like a gracefully aging movie star than a dad. He had slimmed down maybe 10 pounds but looked healthy and remained in good shape. She liked the way he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, and she could see the strong muscles of his forearms.

He was so effortlessly masculine, and she could not help but get turned on by his clear interest in her. He made her feel like a girl and a woman all at once. She felt like she could curl up into his protective arms but he would still always consider her his equal.

Lauren never got closure after their brief affair. They both had felt like it was a one-time thing, but since that day, Mitch had always been in the back of her mind, even after she started dating John.

“John…” she thought.

Noticing her discomfort, he told her, “If you feel weird about me coming over to fix your sink, I’ll come up with some excuse to tell Claire.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Lauren said, snapping back to reality. “John will be there, and it would actually be really helpful…if you don’t mind.”

Mitch took a deep breath to disguise his disappointment that they would be chaperoned, but managed to breathe out, “Oh, good, okay,” seemingly psyching himself up to meet the strange boy he hated.

Lauren noticed his response, trying to play it cool. “I’m sorry,” she said, although she was not exactly sure for what she was sorry. “Maybe we should get back.”

They walked back into the auditorium a few paces apart and took their seats next to each other. The tension between them was there throughout the ceremony, but it felt electric. When Hannah’s name was called and she walked across the stage with her new diploma, their entire row stood and cheered. When Hannah got to the end, she held her diploma in the air and looked over at her cheering section. Lauren and Mitch glanced and smiled at one another in the adrenaline of the moment.

When the ceremony concluded, everyone rushed into the aisles so they could wait to get out to the lobby like the passengers of an airplane when it reaches the gate. Mitch was stuck between his wife at his heels and Lauren in front of him. He pressed forward, taking advantage of the occasion where he could be close to her without raising anyone’s suspicion. He reached out toward her hip and felt the cotton of her dress brush against the back of his curled fingers. Lauren felt the gentle escort bayan ataköy pressure on her body and looked down in time to see Mitch’s hand retreating back to resting position. She looked up at his face over her shoulder. He mouthed the word, “sorry,” like he could not help himself, followed by an exaggerated grimace, realizing he’d been caught. She responded with a knowing smile that shined in her eyes.

“So what time can you come over on Sunday?” Lauren asked when the space opened up in the lobby.

“Umm… I’m free anytime, honestly.”

“How about 4?.”

“Sounds great.”

“Good. I’ll make you a treat for helping us out.”

“Assuming I will be able to help. Seriously, it’s no bother”

“I want to, so just accept it,” she said finally.

“Yes, Ma’am” He laughed, and he looked happy. For some, unexplained reason it gave her butterflies.

When Hannah joined the group several minutes later, they took a few configurations of group photos on various phones and parted ways.

Lauren arrived home horny. Unable to sit still, she changed into a tank top and shorts and started cleaning. She did not stop until John got home at 10 at night. They had been so busy lately, always missing each other even though they lived together now. They had not had sex since they christened the new apartment with a loving romp 3 weeks ago. She was so ravenous for a good fuck now, not to mention feeling a little bit guilty after her encounter with her best friend’s dad, that she barely let her boyfriend close the front door before she pounced on him.

She led him as far as the living room couch and tossed him on it. Lauren straddled him there. She kissed him hard and he reciprocated. He smelled a little like grease from work. Usually she would let him shower before they got intimate, but she was too desperate to prove her love to wait.

She crisscrossed her arms, grabbed the hem of the tank top and whisked it off over her head. Suddenly she remembered when she did the same thing to excite Mitch two years ago. He was really in her head tonight. She tried to channel that arousal toward John. He looked lustfully back at her, admiring her gorgeous breasts enveloped in lacy, black lingerie on display just for him as she bounced over his denim-clad hard on. She leaned down to make out with him more, dragging out the foreplay to trigger more anticipation. He fondled her ass, which she usually liked, but tonight it did not feel like enough. It felt too slow.

Lauren stepped backward off of John’s lap and pulled down her shorts. She made a little show of it and flung her panties and her bra at him, too, as John worked to take off his clothes. When he was completely naked, Lauren stared at him. He was tall and had a solid body mass, but his jaw and his muscles lacked definition, and she longed for a little more chest hair. He was stroking his cock on the couch, looking back at her. She pretended to be playfully critical of his naked body and successfully disguised her various disappointments by getting to her knees and crawling toward his waiting member.

When she got to the couch, she took his cock into her mouth and quickly wetted it with her tongue. He laid back and let her play with him for a few minutes, enjoying the sensations and her enthusiasm that, for all he knew, was all for him. He could have stayed like that all night but soon found her mounting his lap.

In no time at all, she had her dripping cunt poised to envelop her loving boyfriend’s stiff rod. He steadied her by holding her thighs and she slid easily down to his hilt. Sometimes, after it had been a few weeks since their last session, she would have to slowly work it in, but she was so lustful this night, that she merged with him quickly.

John was startled by how wet she was but did not complain. In two or three thrusts he was moaning ecstatically. In two or three more, his breathing became erratic. She felt let down that he was about to come so fast when she so badly craved a release, but nonetheless climbed off her boyfriend, who was on the edge of orgasm, to finish him off in her mouth.

Obviously his release was plenty satisfying. He held her head still and gently humped her mouth until he ejaculated several ribbons of cum down her throat. When she felt the cum stop dribbling out of his penis and his hands dropped from her face, she swallowed dutifully and climbed back up onto the couch next to her spent boyfriend. When he finally opened his eyes she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Mmmm…” he moaned, “That was so good.”

She just smiled lovingly at him.

“Sorry you didn’t cum,” he sighed.

“It’s okay,” she responded and gave him a half smile. It was not easy for her to reach orgasm during intercourse without special attention and time given to her clit. More than half the time she felt satisfied enough by good penetration even when no orgasm ensnared her. Once in a while she would masturbate herself while John was inside her in order to get off. He loved when she did this, but rarely did she find it was worth the effort, and often she was so much in her head, that it would take too long, and John would finish before she had success. Tonight, though, he left her wanting more. She was not disappointed in John’s performance, which was totally on par. But she hadn’t realized until after they had sex just how much she remained in want of someone else.

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Jill brought enough cash to pay for a taxi there and back, and of course, buy a couple of the largest realistic dildos ever made for the inflated thousand-dollar price.

It had started raining on the way to the bookstore. She was glad she had worn a pair of old high-heeled sandals, but wished she had brought an umbrella.

She waited a moment before stepping out of the cab, hoping the rain would die down.

The taxi driver said he would have to turn the meter back on if she stayed in his cab much longer. She asked if he had a newspaper – anything to keep her hair dry – and he handed her a three day-old copy of the Times.

As if on cue, the rain fell harder and the wind blew faster as soon as Jill stepped out of the taxi. She held the paper above and to the side of her head, managing to keep her face and hair dry, but little else. Her white blouse was plastered to her skin.

She shivered as soon as she walked through the door.

Jill stood on the floor mat just inside the door, water dripping from her blouse and skirt.

This wasn’t the statement she had in mind.

She had wanted to make every man in the store drool over her, but she especially wanted the rude store owner to get an eyeful.

Instead, she looked like she fell in a swimming pool and managed to keep her head above water. She was drenched.

The rude store owner was nowhere in sight, either. A short black woman was behind the counter in his place.

“You lost, white girl?” the black woman asked, “or are you trickin’?”

Shivering, Jill managed to explain the story of the bachelorette party and the remaining party favors she was yet to buy.

“Yeah, that T.J. is an asshole, sometimes,” the black woman. “Sorry about that and all. He not all there, ya’ know?”

Jill smiled, shaking.

The black woman pressed a button and spoke into a microphone on the counter. Her voice carried to the back of the store, “Dee, you got your gym bag here?”

“Iris, I told you I ain’t going to the gym in this weather,” a voice answered.

“Well, bring it up here. I might need some of yo’ stuff.” Iris added.

Iris looked at Jill. Where Iris was short, black, and very heavy around the butt and legs, Jill was tall, white, and slender but curvy in all the right places.

“You sure you not ho’in?” Iris asked.

“Positive. Married, mother, real estate agent. I just want to buy those toys and go home.” Jill answered. “This was just to get into T.J.’s head so maybe he wouldn’t be so mean. So much for that idea, huh?”

“Well, look at you, though. You gonna get pneumonia in those clothes. Dee, here, has sweatpants and a sweatshirt you can wear if you want to try to give your clothes a chance to dry a bit.” Iris took the gym bag from Dee, the patron from earlier.

Jill looked at Dee. “You work here?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” Dee answered. “The rest of the time I’m a fireman. This isn’t glamorous or nothin’, but sis’ needs me to keep the trouble out, so I do.”

“Well, that’s very nice of you.” Jill shifted. “Dee.”

“Dee, why don’t you sho’ Red to one of the booths so she can get out of her wet clothes?” Iris saw the look on Dee’s face, and then added, “So she can change into your gym clothes while they dry.” Dee frowned slightly.

“I’m gonna see where T.J. put those two dildos.” Iris walked to the back of the store.

An elderly black man entered the store while two middle-aged black men walked out. Another two men exited the video booth area as Dee showed Jill to a vacant viewing booth.

“Ever been in one of these?” Dee asked.

“No, why?” Jill lied.

“Well, you have to be careful. Sometimes the floor can be slippery. Mostly from guys beatin’ off and not having the courtesy to nut in a hanky or somethin’ like dat.” Dee explained. He opened the door for her.

Jill walked inside, taking the clothes from Dee, and then closing the door behind her. Elsewhere, she could hear tokens dropping into video machines, and movies begin playing, skipping, and playing again as the occupants changed channels.

She heard someone enter the video booth to her right and caught a glimpse of an eyeball peering through the waist-high hole in the wall between her booth and his.

A moment later, someone entered the booth to Jill’s left and immediately deposited several tokens into the viewing machine. She bent over and looked through the hole on the left to try to see the movie the occupant was watching.

The occupant to her left had unzipped his pants and was quickly stroking himself to erection as he watched a tanned goddess get slapped in the face with a fat, flaccid black dick. The tanned blonde then leaned back while the large black man squatted over her face. The blonde in the video licked the underside of the man’s scrotum, and then licked around his anus before finally plunging her tongue deep inside his hole.

“Wow.” Jill said quietly. “I’m not sure if I should be grossed out or turned on.”

Jill’s clothes were still dripping wet, creating new puddles in the bakırköy escort video booth. She stood up and peeled off her wet clothes, including her bra. Jill put on the sweatshirt first, and when she could see that it was as big as a dress, she folded the over-sized sweatpants.

She had already added to the mess on the floor, so she didn’t think a little more water would hurt anything. She wrung out her shirt and bra, and rolled her skirt several times until most of the water was out, then spread everything on the back of the single chair in the booth.

She bent over to see how the occupant was coming along on her left only to find the booth empty and the video screen cycling through previews. She hadn’t brought her purse, so she tucked her driver’s license and money in her bra. Thankfully, only the outside $100 bill was wet.

She carefully stepped to the right side booth. An eye continued to watch her. He probably watched as she undressed, and who could blame him? Video is one thing, but she was a real-live redheaded white woman, barely out of reach.

Jill wondered what Iris and Dee would think of her if she went out to buy some tokens. Surely, they must have been wondering what she was doing in there. Maybe they figured she was afraid to walk out in oversized sweatpants, sweatshirt, and slinky high-heeled sandals.

“Psst.” Jill whispered to the staring eye.

There was no response.

“Psst. Can I buy some tokens from you?” Jill asked.

The eye blinked and then the occupant stood up. Jill looked back at her door.

“Hey…” Jill started.

“Be quiet.” The occupant’s voice sounded familiar. “I’ll get you all the tokens you want, but you have to be quiet.”

“Dee?” Jill asked.

She was answered with the sight of several tokens being dropped through the hole and falling onto the wet floor. She reached her hand through the hole and felt a very large hand grab hold of hers. She then felt a role of tokens pushed into her hand.

She carefully pulled her hand and tokens back through the hole, stood up, and clicked toward the video screen. Jill watched as the previews cycled. When she was satisfied there was material worth watching, she deposited the entire roll into the coin slot.

She stepped back toward the chair and sat on the folded sweatpants. She selected the tanned blonde video that the left occupant had been watching.

The blonde was having her pussy stuffed by a fat, but not particularly long black cock. The girl looked barely twenty years old, but the black man could have been in his fifties. Judging by the blonde’s pigtails, “old black man does little white girl” seemed to be the intended plot of the story. It worked for the guy that had been in the booth on the left, so it worked for Jill.

There were no windows or window ledges in this particular booth, so Jill had to hold her feet up as she began fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Her abdominal muscles rippled as she raised her legs and leaned back.

She found her rhythm and felt her clit swell under her fingers.

There was a knock at the door.

Jill stood up too quickly and almost slipped. She felt dizzy. Could she still be drunk?

She pulled the sweatshirt down around her hips, not realizing she was only barely covering her pussy.

It was Dee with a bag.

“Here, I already paid for them. Said I would, so here.” Dee whispered.

“I can pay you. I brought money.” Jill said.

“No, it’s okay, as long as you keep doin’ what yo’ doin’ and don’t mind if I watch.” Dee said with the sound of hope in his voice.

“I don’t mind.” Jill took the bag and looked inside. Two dildos and another roll of tokens were barely visible. “Thank you, Dee.”

Jill closed the door and hung the bag on the doorknob. She slid the sliding latch to lock the door, but knew it was really just there for looks. A soft breeze could probably blow the door open.

She reached into the bag and found the elusive toy that had caused so much trouble. It wasn’t very wide, but it was eighteen inches long. The box claimed it had a realistic foreskin, floating balls in the sack, and the shaft had something called “jack-o-matic” action. She turned the box over and could see that – with batteries installed – the shaft shortened and lengthened, requiring the user to simply hold it steady and the toy would do all the pumping.

“I’ll save that one for later.” Jill carefully put the box back in the bag. She reached for the other one, which was only a foot long in comparison, but as wide as her forearm.

It had no moving parts, but was beautifully sculpted. Jill quickly pulled it out of its carton and sat back in the chair.

The blonde in the video was alternating between having the fat cock fill her pussy, to having it fill her mouth. Jill rubbed the toy up and down on her pussy, rotating it until the entire head and shaft was slick with her wetness.

As the old man turned the blonde over and mounted her from behind, Jill eased the head of the escort bahçelievler toy inside her pussy. She could see eyes looking at her from the left and right holes. In the background, dozens of other video machines were having tokens simultaneously deposited in them.

Jill licked her lips and pushed the toy inside her farther.

The screen suddenly went blank.

Light from the adjacent booths was just enough to see the bag hanging on the doorknob. Jill reached inside and pulled out the other roll of tokens.

Before depositing the roll, though, Jill decided to really give Dee and the other occupant a show and removed the sweatshirt.

When the video screen came back to life, everyone watching her was treated to Jill’s full breasts, shaved pussy, curvy legs and pretty feet in high heels.

Everyone included the man on her left, Dee on her right, the other video booths, and Iris, watching at the front of the store – all thanks to a hidden security camera.

In the back of the store, everything was captured on videotape.

Jill sat back down and rubbed the wet dong on her breasts before placing the toy in her mouth. She was no stranger to the taste of her own wetness, and licked the entire shaft.

“Mmmmm.” Jill said, looking at Dee’s staring eye. She had no doubt he was stroking his large, thick cock in the other booth, and that seemed to turn her on even more.

She pushed the toy back inside her pussy while her other hand feverishly rubbed her clit.

In the video, the blonde was now on top of the older black man, facing away from him, and toward the camera. Jill knew these were actors, and the girl was being paid to look like she liked being fucked by this fat black dick, but the girl didn’t looked like she ever went to acting school.

She was either a natural actress, or she was really enjoying the fuck she was receiving. The possibility that the girl may have been on drugs never entered Jill’s mind.

Jill pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy faster and deeper, but she couldn’t bring herself to orgasm. She finally withdrew the toy from her aching pussy and clicked over to the hole on the right.

“Dee.” She whispered. “Come in here.”

She put the toy and her wet clothes in the bag and unlocked the door.

Dee quietly stepped inside.

He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had just broken up with his college girlfriend, and hadn’t gotten laid in three weeks. He almost never masturbated, and his balls were telling him he was overdue.

“I don’t have a condom – they don’t make them big enough.” Dee said.

Jill’s pussy gushed with anticipation. “Tell me you’re clean. No diseases, right? You’re a good fireman?”

“I’m clean, little lady.” Dee answered, placing his large hands on her waist as he bent down to kiss Jill on the lips.

Jill opened her mouth, inviting his large tongue as she guided one of his hands to her pussy. Dee gently pinched her clit before sliding a finger inside her.

“You sho’ are wet, little lady.” Dee said between kisses.

“You’re making me wetter.” Jill confided.

Even Iris was getting turned on watching her brother finger this skinny white girl.

Jill reached down and felt the outline of Dee’s swollen cock through his pants.

“It’ll get bigger.” Dee said as he slid a second large finger inside Jill’s pussy. His thumb gently rubbed her clit as his fingers pressed up, rubbing in time with his thumb.

Her orgasm took her by surprise.

Jill came hard, soaking Dee’s hand as her legs went limp. Dee reached back and held her up, cupping an entire ass cheek in his hand. His large forefinger brushed against her anus.

Jill barely caught her breath before she bent over, trying to figure out how to undo Dee’s belt.

“You don’t have to do that, little lady.” Dee said.

“I want to.” Jill said, kissing him as she struggled with his belt.

“Dat bitch in heat,” Iris said, watching the little monitor under the counter.

The pay-per-view patrons in the other video booths likely thought the same.

Iris could hear the tokens cascading into the coin slots of the video machines and smiled.

Dee pushed Jill back while he undid his belt. He opening his fly and lowered his pants, never taking his eyes off of her. She looked whiter than she actually was with her red hair, soft overhead blue-white light, deep-red painted finger and toenails, and black high-heeled sandals.

When Dee lowered his silk boxers, Jill gasped. His flaccid tool resembled two soda cans in a black sock. Only the head of his shaft looked normal and familiar, being only slightly larger than her husbands.

Jill’s heels clicked as she carefully approached Dee. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do next. She had just wanted to see his manhood.

Now that she had seen it, she wanted to touch it.

She kissed Dee with an open mouth, which he quickly filled with his tongue. Jill reached down, trying to hold his thickening shaft with ataköy escort one hand. She was surprised by it’s weight.

Dee cupped one of Jill’s breasts, pinching her nipple harder than she thought he would.

“It’s not for show.” Dee said as Jill rubbed herself on his clothing.

“What’s not for sure?” Jill asked, panting.

“I mean it’s not for looks. When I take it out, it’s to use it.” Dee looked down at his half-erect shaft.

Jill could barely put her hand around it. As it swelled, her thumb and forefinger were separated by at least two inches.

Jill squatted in front of Dee and lifted his large dick to her lips. She licked the shaft, and even spit on it a few times as she had seen in the movie she was just watching. Her mouth would only open so wide, though.

“I want to make you come. I really do. But I can’t get it in my mouth.” Jill panted, trying her best to stroke his larger-than-life black cock.

“Then get it in your pussy.” Dee said, less friendly. He sat down in the chair, his wet tool bobbing up slightly.

Jill’s clit throbbed as she thought about Dee’s manhood filling her like no man had ever done before.

Dee handed her another roll of tokens and she put all of them into the machine.

When she turned around, Dee had taken off his shirt.

He had a few tattoos, but what she really noticed were his muscles. His chest was big, his arms were big, and his waist was a rippled mess of muscle.

She could see eyes peering at her from the adjacent video booths.

She turned her back to Dee and stepped backwards, straddling his lap.

Jill bent over, reached down, and guided the head of his large cock to her pussy. She grunted and exhaled but was wet enough to fit half his length inside her. She leaned back against his massive chest and placed one of his hands on her breasts and the other on her clit. Jill then attempted to lower herself on him further.

Jill watched as the tanned blonde in the video was doing the same thing to the old black man, except she had her feet on the man’s knees.

Jill carefully kicked off each sandal and placed each foot on Dee’s large legs. This allowed another two inches inside her, and she fucked herself harder.

“My poor husband. This black dick is three times the size of his.” Jill thought to herself, but only for a second. The thought went away as she felt the first wave of another orgasm overtake her.

She bucked hard against Dee and drenched his balls.

Iris manipulated the joystick so the little security camera could focus on Jill’s pretty feet, shapely legs, flat stomach, and hairless pussy. Iris paused for a moment on Jill’s large clit, but became confused when Jill suddenly stood up. Everything went out of focus.

“What the hell she doin’ now?” Iris said to herself, not realizing she had been squeezing one of her own nipples.

Jill stood up, making sloshing sounds when her feet hit the floor as well as when Dee’s hard dick popped out of her stretched pussy.

“I ain’t finished, yet, little lady.” Dee said, proud of the fully erect black statue on his lap.

Jill turned to face him. She bent over and licked her juices from his shaft, down to his balls. She licked under his scrotum, around his legs, and then up to his chest. Jill sucked on his nipples, then his neck and finally his mouth.

She dug her knees under his armpits, while come and water dripped from her toes.

Jill fed him her breasts, and then eased her soaked pussy onto his erect shaft. There was no need to hold his slick cock as he penetrated her. The head easily found her stretched opening. She lowered herself further and when she had about half his length inside her, began rocking her hips fore and aft.

“Is this better?” whispered in Dee’s ear.

Dee reached down and took each of Jill’s ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed hard. Jill winced in pain as the shock of it allowed another two inches of his cock inside her.

“You tell me.” Dee whispered back.

Jill teetered between pain and pleasure as she continued to rock her hips back and forth. As she arched her back, her clit made full contact on the top of his shaft.

Jill panted, then whimpered as she could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm. Dee was barely breaking a sweat.

“You’re gonna fuck me all night, aren’t you?” Jill gasped.

“I’d say you’re doin’ all the fuckin’ little lady,” Dee smiled and kissed her.

He put a middle finger in Jill’s mouth, and Jill sucked on it as best she could between breaths. Her back and chest were drenched with sweat, and her hair was matted on her forehead and neck.

Dee reached down and spread Jill’s ass cheeks.

Moans filled the room as a few of the occupants in the other video booths reached orgasm.

Jill was expecting another painful squeeze followed by Dee’s massive dick splitting her in two.

Instead, she was introduced to his wet middle finger penetrating her asshole.

Jill came instantly, but not without yelling, “Fuck! Yes! Fuck!” at least a dozen times.

Her pussy tightened around Dee’s shaft but her anus remained inviting as he continued to finger her butthole.

Dee’s load was substantial. Come instantly oozed from Jill’s pussy around his cock.

Iris’ camera zoomed in on Dee’s finger still inside Jill’s asshole.

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I could hardly explain the look of awe on Stretch’s face when she finally opened up the envelope to see the thick pile was of hundred dollar bills. She held back enough money to pay for a sexy fitness posing outfit that she had been eyeing and the balance she gave to her roommates as an advance for her rent.

To call the next week rewarding would be a huge understatement. I followed all of Jacques’s instructions but he was wrong about one thing. After selling my position Thursday afternoon my portfolio was valued at $225,154.35. Once I returned the $50,000 to Jacques I would be left with over $175,000!

Phoning the broker, “Hey this is Jay; can you forward back $55,000 to my account and reinvest the balance in some conservative growth portfolio appropriate for a student?”

“I think that would be a good idea. Normally I don’t handle portfolios less than $10 million, but because you are obviously a friend of Jacques it would be my pleasure.”

They was no way I could explain to my parents how I ended up with $175,000 in my bank, so I thought this would be a good plan and maybe my first step into learning about stock market investing.

I forwarded the $50,000 back to Jacques along with an effusive note of gratitude. I kept $5,000 to pay for some expenses and the balance to enjoy with Stretch.

About a week later I was hanging out at Stretch’s apartment when there was an Amazon delivery. Stretch came back into the room holding a small box and a huge smile on her face.

“Don’t go anywhere; I have a surprise for you guys.”

Little John, Bear and I chattered, wondering what the surprise would be. It seemed like a long time before we heard Stretch’s door open.

“Here I come” was her excited voice as she danced into the room with her new competition fitness outfit. It was comprised of three small triangles and a series of attached strings. “I entered my first competition coming up in about a month. So what do you guys think?”

Little John was the first to speak. “If I wasn’t gay I would marry you right here and now” he said with a chuckle.

Bear continued “If I was your parent I would hate it and tell you to put some clothes on, but as your trainer and friend you look fucking hot. I see a gold medal in your future.”

“And you my boyfriend…?”

“If I had a choice I wouldn’t want to share this image with anyone and keep you all to myself, but being an unselfish boyfriend and respecting you, I can only say HOLY FUCK… you look totally awesome!”

“I will take that as 3 thumbs up!” as she pranced around the room wiggling her cute little ass and giving us each a friendly kiss.

The day of the competition finally arrived and Juice and I made sure we arrived early to get seats close to the front. Stretch went through a side door to join the other competitors behind the stage.

As Stretch entered the backstage area, it was large with both guys and girls pumping up their muscles and doing preliminary stretching. She felt like an outsider as she saw various larger and smaller groups talking and laughing together. Surely they had competed together before.

Stretch found a corner and started her stretching and warm up. She did a few high kicks, various split positions and did snippets of her routine. She could feel various eyes watching her and she got ready to perform.

One of the girls approached her.

“You look new here.”

“Yes, my first competition and I am a little nervous. My name is Suzie but my friends call me Stretch.”

“Nice to meet you Stretch. My name is Kate but my friends call me … Kate” she said with a chuckle in her voice.

Kate was a several years older, shorter than Stretch and broader at the shoulders and arms. She had a warm smile and Stretch immediately thought they could become friends.

“I was watching you stretch and you look like you really have talent. But talent only goes so far in this competition.”

“I am not sure what you mean.”

Kate looking over her shoulder, “You see the girl in the blue outfit; she is the winner for today.”

“How can you know that? We haven’t started yet.”

Kate continued. “There are three judges but Jimmy the Greek controls the way they vote. Jimmy has pre-auditions before the competition and from there he selects the winner.”

“I am not sure I understand.”

“You are new, so let me be clearer. In the fitness world, there is a lot of money to be made for the top people. There are endorsements, photo shoots, modeling opportunities. But to be successful you have to make escort bakırköy it to the National levels and to get there you have to medal in shitty competitions like this one. So girls will do whatever it takes to medal so they can compete in the Nationals. To medal you need to please Jimmy the Greek and thus we have the pre-auditions. Do you now understand?”

“That is wrong, but I think I understand. Have you ever done pre-auditions?”

“Hell no, I just do this for the sport. After giving birth I was carrying an extra 30 pounds. I started to train and I loved it. I dropped thirty pounds of fat and then added 10 pounds of muscles. There are a group of girls that just enjoy being here and don’t need a medal to know they are being successful. Anyway I wish you good luck.”

“Good luck to you as well.”

Stretch had butterflies while waiting for her group to perform. Fortunately she was in a lighter weight category so she was early in the program.

Juice and I waited nervously as they motioned Stretch’s category to start performing. We watched three women do their routine before it was Stretch’s turn.

Stretch walked onto the stage with the lightness of air. Her smile lit up the room as she took her first position and nodded her head to start her music. Her performance was the best I have ever seen. Besides her off the chart flexibility, her balance was rock solid, her strength ever present but it was her joyful personality that showed throughout the routine that seemed to have an impact on the audience. At the conclusion there was loud clapping throughout the room, mostly led by Juice and myself.

We sat through the other contestants, but none could match Stretch’s flow and difficulty of program. It was medal time and they began the announcement of Bronze medal, not Stretch, Silver metal, not Stretch. Could it be that Stretch was going to win a gold medal at her first competition? Her routine was clearly the best one.

“And the winner of the Gold medal is… Mary Lee Jones.”

Juice and I looked at each other in amazement. Besides Stretch there were two girls better than Mary Lee Jones!

Going backstage, pleased with her performance, Stretch was disappointed that she did not receive a medal and as Kate had indicated beforehand, Mary Lee Jones was the winner.

Stretch finally joined us at the end of the competition. We both profusely complimented Stretch on her routine and gave our opinions that she should have taken the gold.

Stretch kissed us both for our support. “I think I know what I need to do to get gold.”

Juice looked at her as if she was reading her mind. “Stretch, don’t do it.”

The next competition was three months away and Stretch continued to train hard, now focusing more on increasing her bulk but not losing her femininity.

Stretch found Jimmy the Greek’s phone number, which was not difficult to find. Jimmy was a former power lifter and now went to various gyms selling steroids, EPO, other performance enhancers along with any other street drugs that one might be looking for.

Stretch, with her heart pounding out of her chest, dialed Jimmy’s number.

“Hello, is this Jimmy? I am Suzie from the previous competition. I was wondering if I could arrange a pre-audition.”

“Yeah I remember you. You were the skinny flexible one. Do you understand what a pre-audition is?”

Not excited by the skinny part of his memory, she was now five pounds heavier than at her previous competition. “Yes I understand”

“OK, meet me at my loft Friday at 8 PM. Do you know where I live?”

“Yes I do, will see you then.”

She had made the phone call she had been thinking about almost every night for the past few weeks. She wanted to win. She had the talent to win. She just needed to play the game. Her heart still pounded several minutes after hanging up. She did what she needed to do, but she could not share this information with Jay or her roommates.

At precisely 8 o’clock Suzie knocked on Jimmy’s door. Jimmy was dressed in a bathrobe as if he had just come from a shower. “Please come in”

Suzie entered the loft. It was spacious with no inner walls. The concept was completely open with the kitchen and dining area one step up. The living area and the bedroom comprised the main floor space. It was nicely decorated with expensive items that showed some class and wealth. There were medals and pictures on the walls showing him in his glory days as a professional power lifter.

Jimmy handed Suzie a paper and pen. “Please şirinevler escort read and sign this.”

“What is this?”

“It is a paper that states that you came here voluntarily and if any sex acts were performed that all was consensual. In this “Me To” world I don’t want to get thrown into court 10 years down the road saying that I raped or drugged you. It is something my lawyer drafted.”

“And if I don’t sign it?”

“Then get the fuck out. I have other girls who would gladly trade places with you.”

Suzie pretended to read the agreement, but she was so nervous the words were a blur. She picked up the pen and signed it, handing both the pen and the document back to Jimmy who deposited it into a box and closed the cover.

“Now let’s get down to business” as he grabbed Suzie’s breasts. “I would have opted for D cups myself, but I am a breast man” he said laughingly. At that point he slapped Suzie’s face, a hard and unexpected jolt.

“Hey what did you do that for?” Suzie said holding her reddening cheek.

“Because, I can” Jimmy replied with a sinister grin. “You gave me a “get out of jail free card” so I can do whatever pleases me.”

“I think I should go.”

“So go” he said pointing at the door.

Suzie’s feet were stuck as if glued to the floor. She had come so far that she had trouble leaving now. In an hour or two it would be all over.

A minute passed before Jimmy spoke, “I thought so,” acknowledging that she hadn’t moved. “Strip off those clothes so I can see all of you.”

Suzie threw her clothes to the side. She was fully comfortable with being nude yet looking at Jimmy sitting in a chair, watching her with his legs spread open, his robe falling to each side and his cock clearly visible made her feel cheap and uneasy.

“Open your legs and masturbate for me” Jimmy ordered as he starting touching his own cock.

Suzie felt compelled to follow his instructions. She wet her fingers and started to rub her vagina and clit. Normally this would have brought pleasure to her but tonight she would resist any moments of self-pleasure. Suzie watched Jimmy’s eyes watching her moving fingers, as Jimmy’s cock become alive. It was not very long by appeared thick and heavy. Suzie pretended to enjoy herself, closing her eyes and moaning with fake pleasure. The quicker she could get him to cum, the faster she could leave. Just before she was about to give a fake orgasm, he told her to stop.

“Get me two beers from the fridge… and move that ass fast.”

Suzie raced to the fridge and found a six pack and grabbed two. Her throat was dry and a beer would help her get through tonight.

Handing one to Jimmy she watched him pop the can and take a long guzzle. Suzie was about to open hers when Jimmy said, “Stop, who told you to open it.”

“I just thought…”

“No one told you to think. Open your legs, place the can right against that cute little pussy and close your legs. Don’t make me say it a second time.”

Suzie followed his command and placed the cold beer right up against the pussy lips that she had just finished playing with. The beer felt painfully cold and with each second the pain worsened. Suzie looked on while Jimmy continued to edge his cock, enjoy his beer and enjoy the discomfort he was causing her. Suzie tried to stand still but the cold was too intense. Finally after what seemed like 10 minutes but in reality was two minutes or so, Jimmy stood up leaving his bathrobe on the chair and took the beer from between her legs. He took the can gave it a couple of shakes before opening it and allowing it to explode all over her naked body. The splash of the cold bubbly beer gave her goosebumps but at least it was no longer between her legs.

Eagerly Jimmy used his tongue to lap up as much of the beer from Suzie’s naked body before it could reach the floor.

“That’s the way I like it uh ha, uh ha, that’s they was I like it” Jimmy began singing and dancing after he lapped up as much as he could. “Now for your pre-audition, do a handstand for me.”

Surprised by his request Suzie bent over to a perfectly controlled handstand.

“Now spread your legs.”

Suzie easily opened them to 180 degrees. Suzie now felt his hands on her waist as he effortlessly lifted her up so her pussy was directly in front of his face and her mouth at his cock.

“Place your knees on my shoulders for support and give me a blow job.”

Meanwhile, Jimmy was enjoying the fresh cold refreshing taste of Suzie’s cunt. As much as Suzie escort ataköy hated being upside down, she did enjoy the blood returning back to her frozen clit. But as the heat grew so did the pain. It was almost as intense as the cold until the temperature began to normalize. Jimmy had no trouble holding her in this position as she started her oral skills. Again her goal was to make him cum as quickly as possible. Although upside down she was still able to use her hands and her mouth to stroke and suck his cock. She began to feel his hips start to move, a good sign that the end would be soon. But then he stopped and literally tossed her on the nearby bed.

Another opportunity lost thought Suzie as her body bounced against the mattress. This guy is a real bastard if I ever met one, were Suzie’s thoughts.

“So how is our pre-audition going?” as Jimmy asked a rhetorical question. “I know you have been trying to get me off, but I am wise to your plan and for being deceitful you must be punished. Lean your arms against the bed, spread your legs and present your ass.”

Dutifully following his instructions, Suzie waited for what would come next. She didn’t need to wait too long before she felt the palm of his hand slap against her ass; first the left cheek, then the right one. Back and forth each blow a little harder. Each blow hurting and stinging a little more. After about 15 blows she felt her knees buckle in response to the pain. Her humiliation seemed to be his aphrodisiac. She wanted to cry out but would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg for mercy.

“Be strong my little slut, the grand finale is almost here” Jimmy said as he walked over to a night table and pulled out a tube of gel. “Doggie position at the end of the bed. Now!”

Suzie moved her knees to the edge of the bed and watched as Jimmy squeezed some lube onto his fingers. Without any hint of grace or respect Jimmy ran his lubed fingers from her pussy to the star of her ass. Repeating this several times but with each repetition he would probe deeper into Suzie’s pussy and ass. Suzie’s ass was still a virgin. She had thought about anal sex several times but the thought was never that appealing, but now she felt stranger’s fingers exploring her from behind. Suzie was fine with it until a second finger joined the first one and stretched her ass more open than ever before

“You are taking this like a champ” Jimmy said as if this was the type of encouragement Suzie needed. With one hand on her waist Jimmy guided his cock into Suzie’s well lubed cunt. Even with all the lube Suzie could still feel the tightness of his thick cock against her virginal walls. If this was the worst, Suzie could handle it. Now with both hands on her waist, Jimmy began to pound his cock in and out. Suzie pushed against him again hoping that he would cum quickly. But as they synced their rhythm, Jimmy pulled out. Suzie then felt the pushing against her tiny ass hole. Suzie could barely muffle her scream as he pushed strongly inside her with little concern about her wellbeing. Even with all the lube it was a painful experience to be stretched beyond ones normal capacity.

Suzie felt like a fuck doll. She was there to be used and abused without consideration of her needs and wants. She was his whore. She signed a deal with the devil and he was taking his share of the deal.

Jimmy continued to pound at her ass. He obviously was enjoying the tightness of her well-toned muscles. He again pulled out of her ass, back into her cunt, back to her ass and again and again. When will this fucker ever finish, Suzie wondered as she was feeling his fingers leaving permanent impressions into her flesh.

“We are almost there sweetheart” as Jimmy now increased his speed. He was snorting and grunting like a wild animal as Suzie could feel droplets of spittle landing on her back. “Hold on baby, this is it. This is fucking ITTTTTT” as Jimmy pressed his cock deep inside her ass planting his seed to the utmost depth of her ass. Suzie could feel the squish of liquid that now lined her inner walls. At last the deed was done as Jimmy rolled over and lay on the bed catching his breathe.

After a minute of recovery Jimmy spoke up. “Get a warm washcloth from the bathroom and clean my cock.”

Suzie was only too glad to oblige thankful that she didn’t need to clean it with her mouth.

Once the cleaning ritual was done Jimmy again spoke up. “Go get dressed and let yourself out, I need to sleep. See you at the competition tomorrow… Champ!”

Hearing the word champ should have made her happy, but it didn’t. She felt like a cheat and a whore. At least the prostitutes on the street understood the rules of the game. At this moment Suzie felt lower than low. As she left she could feel some cum oozing from her pummeled ass. She hoped the pain she was experiencing would abate before the meet tomorrow.

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“Hey Jack! Come over here, there’s someone here I think you’d like to meet.” Greg called to his friend.

Jack looked up and found Greg. He was standing at the keg, and standing next to him was the brunette from the office.

She was about 5’5″, had brown hair, devastatingly beautiful blue eyes, a smile that would make a man of stone turn to jelly, perfect breasts – slightly over a handful each, Jack has once estimated – and a flat athletic belly above an ass and legs in perfect proportion to her chest. In short, she was a living goddess if there was one. She was wearing a back-less white top that tied behind her neck and around her waist, a black pleated skirt that was short enough to show off her athletic legs, yet long enough to be considered acceptable at a public, corporate function. She was on the set-up committee for this function and she still managed to look incredible.

Jack could feel his face getting red. He’d made the mistake of letting Greg know that he’d wanted to meet her for a long time. He brushed back his bangs nervously as he arrived at the keg.

“Hi, I’m Jack. I work in the warehouse.” he said, extending his hand to the brunette.

The brunette grasped it in a surprisingly firm handshake. “Hi, I’m Joy, from Accounts Payable. It’s nice to meet you, Jack. You drive the big forklift, right?” she asked. Her voice was just as breathtaking as her looks were. A singer’s voice, he guessed, probably capable of both soprano and alto range.

“Yeah, that’s right. We call it ‘Godzilla’, the middle one is ‘King Kong’ and the little one is ‘The Baby’.” Jack said.

“Oh, that is cute. I suppose it’s more fun to use names than to say, ‘You take the big one.’ huh?” Joy said, genuinely interested.

“That was the idea. You should see the looks I get from the truckers when I say something like, ‘O.K. I’ll just go get Godzilla and we’ll bring that right out to you.'” Jack said. He was beginning to loosen up a little now. She laughed. She had a beautiful laugh, too. “The trucker will come back with, ‘You’ll do what with who?’ or something similar. It’s almost comic sometimes.” Jack said. “Next up is Joy. She’ll be doing ‘What a Feeling’ by Irene Cara.” came over the loudspeaker.

“Oh, that’s me. Will you hold this for me, Jack? I’ll be right back. Thanks.” Joy asked as she handed him her beer.

He watched her go to the stage and step up to the microphone. It was immediately obvious that she was a karaoke veteran. He watched silently for a few moments as her song cued up on the monitor. He noticed that she didn’t need the monitor. Greg tapped him on the shoulder.

“Earth to Jack. Dude, where the hell did you go just now?” Greg asked, smirking knowingly.

“Man, I think I’m in love. Please tell me she’s single. I’ve never seen any rings on her hands.” Jack said to Greg.

“Well, I can tell you that she isn’t married. Available, I don’t know but I’m pretty sure that she is indeed.” Greg answered.

Just as Jack was about to speak, Joy started to sing. He found that his estimation of her range was pretty close.

“God Greg, would you listen to that? Is that not the voice of an angel? The girl is good!” Jack exclaimed. They listened to the rest of the song in silence. Occasionally Joy would look over their way and make eye contact with Jack and smile. He could feel it in his gut every time she did.

The crowd cheered and chanted as Joy made her way back to them at the end of the song. She took her beer from Jack and got up on her tiptoes next to his ear. He thought she was going to say something, but she just kissed his cheek. His knees nearly buckled, but he managed to stay on his feet. “What was that for?” Jack asked her.

“I believe you asked Greg, ‘Is that not the voice of an angel?’ I take that as a compliment. That was a thank you kiss.” Joy explained, her smile beaming.

“You were on stage, 30 feet away. How did…” Jack asked.

“I think I’ll take this as my cue to leave. Late dude.” Greg said and departed before Jack, who was still wrestling with is question, could respond.

“Bye Greg. See you tomorrow.” Joy said to Greg. She turned back to Jack; “I can read lips. It comes in pretty handy with office gossip,” she said, looking him in the eye as she took a sip of her beer.

“Office gossip, huh? So I suppose you’re aware…” Jack said. He was starting to grow uncomfortable again.

“That you’ve been asking about me? Yes, I am. I’ve known for quite awhile, actually. I just haven’t been free to explore my options until recently. Don’t be embarrassed, please.” She said, placing her hand on his thigh. She continued, “I would have said something to you sooner, but I’ve been dating someone for two years. Last month he told me that he was being transferred to a station in Iceland. It was short notice, long term, and unaccompanied. We decided it would probably be better just to break things off. I’ve been trying to get used to being single since then, and I think I’m finally getting it down. Anyway, bakırköy escort bayan I was flattered when I found out about you, but I didn’t know how to approach you. So I decided to ask Greg to help. He didn’t even answer me; he just turned around and called you over. I think I’m glad he did. Do you want another beer?” Joy asked, taking his empty beer glass from him before he answered.

They spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other. They ended up being two of the last three people to leave. “Jack, I think I have a problem here.” Joy said with a strange look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked.

“I think,” Joy said as she tried to stand up, “No, I know I’m too drunk to drive. I can’t even stand up for Christ’s sake. How did you get here?” she asked. “I rode my bike.” he said.

“You rode a bike to the corporate 4th of July bash?” she asked. Her drunkenness was becoming more pronounced.

“Well, not just a bike. It’s a Honda CBR 900.” Jack said.

“Oh, so you rode a rocket to the corporate 4th of July bash, how appropriate. Well, then I guess we’ll just have to take my car. Are you O.K. to drive?” she asked as she took the keys out of her purse.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think you drank about two beers to my one overall today. I’m actually kind of impressed.” He said, taking the keys from her. He couldn’t help noticing that they were on a Corvette key chain. “Which car is yours?” he asked. There were two cars and his Honda left in the parking lot.

“That one.” she said pointing to the one on the left. It was a royal blue Corvette convertible. “Have fun, just don’t hurt the car or us.” she said, then she kissed him on the cheek again.

He put her in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt, then got in the driver’s seat. “Are you going to be able to give me directions?” he asked.

“Why don’t you just drive for awhile? It’s still early. We’ll drive around until I’m a little more sober, then we’ll go watch the fireworks. I get a great view from my roof.” she said then settled back into the seat.

They drove up and down the coastal highway for a couple of hours. Then they cruised around the city for another hour. Joy eventually sobered up after a meal and some coffee. It was starting to get dark, when Joy suddenly reached down and turned the radio off.

“Head back out onto the highway. I want to take you someplace I like to go.” she said.

After cruising north for about half an hour, she told him to take an exit.

“This road leads to an abandoned air field. My friends and I used to go out there all the time during the summer and have drag races. The road is straight as an arrow for 25 miles. Are you up for a little off-the-wall fun?” she asked, placing her hand on his thigh again.

“Sure. I think it’s a safe bet that we’ve missed the fireworks. Why not?” Jack said, placing his hand on Joy’s.

“O.K. I have this fantasy where I put the top down, put the hammer down and take this car to its limit. Do you want the honor? I freak out at 120 mph and I know this car isn’t even working at that speed. I want to see what it’s got. Can you do it?” She asked with a gleam in her eye.

“Absolutely. I’ve taken my bike up to 140. Past that, I’m a virgin, but I’m a willing virgin. Let’s do it.” Jack said.

“Great!” Joy said as she hit the button that brought the top of the convertible down. Then, as they passed 100 mph, she gripped his thigh and yelled over the roar of the wind, “I’ll tell you what. For every 10 mph that you do over 120, I will take off one article of clothing. That means if you can make my car do 150, you see me nude! Sound fun? Look, I’ll even throw in my sandals at 120” she said, gripping his thigh tighter as they hit 120.

“Sounds like a wet dram!” Jack yelled over the roar of the wind.

“Good. Call out the marks.” Joy yelled back.

“O.K. We’re already at 120 and climbing.” Answered Jack.

Joy took her sandals off and tossed them out of the car, laughing at the expression on his face.

“What did you do that for?” Jack asked as he began to slow down.

“Don’t worry, this is part of the fantasy. Besides, I have clothes in the trunk. Let’s go!!” Joy ordered.

“You got it.” Jack said as he hit the gas again and the car shot forward. “That’s 130!” he called out.

Joy sat forward and turned her back to him. She lifted her hair off of her neck and yelled back to him, “would you be willing to pull a couple of strings for me?” Jack reached over and pulled the top string first, then the bottom one. Joy then turned to face him.

“Are you ready?” she asked Jack. As Jack nodded his head, she grasped the bottom of the shirt and threw it straight up into the wind. She was the most beautiful thing Jack had ever seen. Her hair was blowing in the wind, her nipples were standing tall, and she was laughing heartily at the thrill. She took his hand in hers and caressed one nipple, then the other one. She closed escort esenyurt her eyes and chewed on her bottom lip as she leaned into his hand. Then her hair began to blow around into her face.

“Where’s my purse?” she asked over the wind.

“On the floor in front of you.” Jack answered.

“I should have known.” Joy said. She reached down and came up with a tie back for her hair. She was putting her hair in a ponytail when they hit the next mark.

“We just passed 140!” Jack called out. “Isn’t this great?” Joy yelled as she got up and knelt on her seat with her ass toward Jack. “Can you give me a hand with this zipper?” she yelled back over her shoulder. Jack reached over and unzipped the skirt.

Joy turned on her seat and faced forward again. She lifted her ass of the seat and slipped the skirt down to the floor. She handed the skirt to Jack and yelled, “Your turn!”

Jack looked at her, smiled and tossed the skirt straight up. It disappeared instantly.

“Do you like them?” Joy asked. She slid her seat back a few inches and stretched out, modeling her underwear for him. Her panties were black silk string bikinis with a white lace border that tied at the hips. He ran his hand up Joy’s thigh, brushing over her panties. She spread her legs slightly and placed her hand on his, gently pressing his hand onto her sex.

“Very sexy! By the way, we are now in my virginal territory. We just hit 155!” He answered, caressing her panties.

“Do you think you can handle this machine one-handed?” Joy asked with a sly look on her face.

“Probably. We’re coming up on 160 incidentally.” Jack said.

“Well, I’ll tell you what.” Joy said, placing her hand on Jack’s crotch and massaging his cock through his jeans. “You let me know when we hit 170 and I’ll do more than show you my body. How does that sound?” Joy asked. She unzipped Jacks’ jeans and pulled his cock out of his boxers. “How fast are we going?” She asked as she turned toward Jack, continuing to stroke his cock.

“168, 169….” Jack called out.

Joy then bent over and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked down as much as she could get, working her tongue back and forth over the head. Jack gasped at the sudden sensation and briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he looked at the speedometer.

“Look!! 175! We’re doing 175 mph!” Jack called out. He looked down at Joy. She released his cock and looked at the speedometer.

She was ecstatic. She sat up quickly and kneeled on her seat, facing him. “O.K. Stud! Drop the hammer and give me a hand with these strings.” she yelled as she grabbed one of the strings on her panties. “Ready? On three, one, two, three!”

They tugged at the strings and he pushed the pedal to the floor.

The engine roared and the car shot forward with a vengeance causing Joy to fall onto the back of her seat. Her breasts bounced around. The panties were still between her legs. She took his hand and placed it on her pussy once more.

“Why don’t you throw these out, then we can get down to business.” She yelled as she spread her legs to release the panties.

Jack grasped them, allowing a finger to slip between the bald, wet lips of her pussy. Joy gasped and bit her lip. She watched as Jack brought the panties to his face and inhaled her scent before tossing them to the wind. She bent over once more and resumed sucking his cock. Jack read down past her head and eased the seat back as far as it would go. He took his foot of the gas and started slowing down. As they slowed, he reached cross and began massaging Joy’s ass. She responded by rotating her body slightly and offering him her pussy. Hi massaged her lips and clit as she spread her legs as wide as the car would let her.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Joy released his cock and moved up to his face as she moved onto his lap. They kissed deeply and passionately. Jack opened the door and turned. She straddled his cock and hung on tight as he stood. Burying his cock to the hilt in her hot, wet pussy. She moaned in pleasure as he carried her to the hood of the car, which was still warm from the heat from the engine. She lay back onto the hood, and he followed her down.

He started at her earlobe and began kissing his way down her body. He paused at her neck, feeling the reaction in her body. The he continued his way down. He paused again at her nipples, each one causing a reaction in her body. She urged him to continue on, replacing his mouth with her own hands on her nipples, rolling, pinching, and pulling. By the time Jack had made his way down to the tiny of hair above Joy’s clitoris, she was nearly vibrating with desire. He took her clit between his teeth and teased it with his tongue.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed. She released a nipple and held his head in place with one hand, clamping her legs together behind his head. He reached up and helped her with her breasts, pinching, rolling and gently pulling on her nipples. She took ataköy escort bayan one of his hands in her hand and added pressure. His took the hint. It seemed the harder he pinched and pulled, the hornier she got. He had both of her nipples stretched tight and rolled them between his fingers as he increased pressure on her clit.

Joy’s breathing got ragged, she thrust her hips at his face, driving her clit into Chuck’s mouth. He grasped the nub of flesh gently between his teeth and flicked at it as hard and fast as he could. She screamed and her hips repeatedly rocked up and down against his face. She clamped down tighter on his head with her legs and brought both of her hands up to join his on her nipples and they squeezed together. Her hips bucked harder and harder against his face. He stayed in place until her legs released him as she relaxed on the hood of her car. After a few moments, Jack looked up at Joy and noticed that she had goosebumps on her breasts.

“It’s starting to cool off our here. You said you have some clothes in the trunk?” He asked her.

“Mmmhmmm. They’re in the leather gym bag on the left. Actually, it should be the only thing in the trunk.” Joy answered softly. She was still playing with her pussy and massaging a breast. Jack just stood there and watched her. Amazed that she could be so comfortable around him so soon after meeting him.

“What? Is something wrong? Am I grossing you out? I’m sorry, sometimes I just don’t know when to quit when it comes to sex.” Joy said and started to sit up.

“Oh please, don’t stop on my account. In fact, my biggest turn-on is watching a woman play with herself when she thinks she’s alone. I’ve fantasized about something like this for a very long time. You feel free to do anything you want.” Jack said, moving closer and taking her face in his hands as he spoke. Then he kissed her, tenderly. She kissed him back.

“You really are too good to be true.” Joy said softly, looking him in the eye.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked. She spread her legs and pulled him closer and hugged him tight. When they parted, she explained.

“That guy I told you about earlier tonight. He was a beautiful man all around. He had an incredible body; he was strong, tough, smart, protective, and a good cook. He even cleaned house. He had a solid career. He paid for half of the car – and that was pocket change for him. He has it made in the shade already, and he still has another 10 years before he can retire from the military.”

“There was just one problem. This perfect man of mine was one of the biggest prudes I’ve ever met. In the two years we were together, he made love to me a total of six times. He didn’t let me see him naked; except for the time that I thought I’d surprise him and join him in the shower. He jumped out and had a towel wrapped around him so fast I didn’t get a chance to see anything, much less wash his back. Man was he pissed. He walked out and didn’t call me for two weeks. I would try to wear something sexy to bed, or crawl into bed naked and he’d look away or tell me to go get something ‘decent’ on. It started to give me a complex. Then I asked him about it. He got all religious and weird on me, saying that the flesh is sin, God punishes all, etc. I realized that night that I’d found myself a sugar daddy, and an easy one at that. All I had to do was attend a few functions with him – after which I would get laid – and basically be there when he needed me. It was an easy ride, not very satisfying, but easy. Now, thanks to his wallet, I have the education and credentials to write my own ticket wherever I choose to work.

“Now you’ve come along. I think I’m being rewarded for being such a good little girl for the past two years. I’ve only known you personally for a few hours, but it feels right. Granted, I’m still probably drunk and God knows I’m still incredibly horny. This feels different, though. You are the first man I’ve ever been with who has just listened patiently.” Joy said seriously.

“Aw shucks.” Jack said, grinning and leaning back slightly. Joy pulled him back toward her.

“No, I’m serious, look at us and think about it. I’m sitting on the hood of a very nice car, naked, and so horny that juice is dripping out of my pussy. You’re standing between my legs with your cock out of your pants, and a beautiful cock it is by the way,” she said, smiling and looking him in the eyes. Then she continued. “Yet you’re not even grabbing my tits or pulling my hips closer to you. You’re standing there listening patiently and carefully while I talk about my ex-boyfriend. Any other guy on this planet, with the exception of Captain Strange, would be all over me. That says a lot about you, whether you realize it or not.” Joy said, growing serious again. “I think I like what it says, too.” She said softly. She kissed him tenderly and passionately, then she hugged him tight. “Oh you feel good. Nice and warm, where are those clothes?” She asked.

“Coming right up,” Jack said. He released her and put his cock back in his pants, then headed for the trunk. He opened it and chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Joy asked from the hood of the car.

“Houston, we might have problem here,” Jack said laughing.

“Copy that, Stallion. What kind of problem would that be? Over.” Joy asked, laughing too.

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Julie’s fingers would slide across the cold stone surface, sending a chill up her arm. A coy smile would crease across her porcelain face. She thought the man had good taste, despite his over masculine portrayal. He knew what a lady would enjoy. She bent over to peer into the mirror, reflecting her smooth skin on her face. Julie would dab over her nose with the pressed powder that lay on the counter humming softly, nearly impatient waiting for the man’s return.

Julie would dwaddle for a solid hour, letting the satin robe envelope her form as she paced the floor. Alternating between the pacing and sitting on the soft downy covers on the bed tapping her hand against the bed post staring at the heavy wooden door that was slightly ajar. As her eyes would grow heavy, fatigued by the earlier steamy session, and the fire wrapping warmth around her near bare body, she would sense a large figure hovering over her now supine body. A heavy hand would drape loose stands of hair behind the ear.

A soft moan would escape from Julie’s pursed lips taking in the oak-smokey smell the man exuded in her presence. Her body would relax further, his arms wrapping around her waist, hoisting her higher into the bed, his body now bare of his silken robe, the only clothing donned would be his boxers. The down comforter pressed down around her head as his weight would now over tower hers. His hips pressed against hers. His lips would press against her smooth neck, Julie’s eyes would open, her fingers draping across his upper back, encouraging the affection.

His hands would deftly undo the satin robe exposing the skin and flesh to the warm air. Julie’s body would immediately react lifting her hips to his, her hands lifting and pushing the boxers down across his chiseled thighs, freeing his manhood. His erect veined cock would hang near horizontally as he pressed himself bakırköy eskort against her exposed thighs and inner legs. Their soft writhing would guide it across her moistened slit.

His lips would find her tender lips, arousing her further, his tongue dipping into her mouth, overwhelming her senses with his taste, his weight and his touch. His hands would begin to trace across the smooth surface of her body, his calloused hands cupping the soft mounds, his thumbs tweaking across the already erect nipples. His thumb and forefinger would grasp each of them, twisting and tweaking each nipple, as his hungry lips continue to press against Julie’s soft tender moist lips.

A moan would escape her lips, breaking the kiss as her hips would rise against his, demanding more, demanding him. He would respond by pressing his hips into hers, his cock sliding between her creamy thighs, sliding up against her moistened slit roughly. His hand would wrap around her neck and head as his other hand would slide between them, pressing the head of his cock into the tender entry she offered.

Julie’s inner muscles would flicker around the tip as it penetrated her. Her pussy walls would slowly be spread by the intruding cock. His bulbous tip spreading her inner walls, his broad hips pressing her thighs apart. She would bend her knees instinctively, wrapping her legs around his hips wanting him deep. With one deft thrust he would slide into her, her tight walls stretched around his cock. A carnal moan would escape as he felt her tender silken walls slide open like a hot knife pushing through butter. Julie would cry out in utter pleasure as she would feel his head push past her velvety hot spot.

His hips would begin to thrust. He would push Julie’s hips into the plush bedding, thrusting over and over. Fighting the tightening escort fulya walls around his cock, Julie’s body writhed and curved up with each thrust. Her moans desperate, hungry and lustful, thoroughly enjoying his force. Her fingers would drag across his chest, tracing across his lower abdomen, occasionally her hand would dip down to their own connection, spreading her own lips for a deeper penetration. His thickened shaft would push deeper with each thrust, his moans deep, gasping as her aroused body would tighten around his cock. The sensation suffocating, intense, and intimate and he would want more, thrusting further for more.

Julie’s moans would grow, her chest heaving, her nipples at their most erect. The pleasure building in her lower abdomen, she would resist the urge to release her climax, her body beginning to shiver and quiver. He would feel her clamp down; the familiar feeling of her pending orgasm would encourage him to keep thrusting, pushing past her tightness, feeling the moisture around his cock grow as she could not resist the surge of pleasure much longer.

Julie would finally release, the overwhelming bridge of pleasure crossing her face like a wave in the ocean. The endorphins rushing through her system, making her eyes squeeze shut the moans growing low, guttural and instinctive. Her body writhing and clenching against the bed spread. Her muscles trembling beneath the massive male figure.

He would groan feeling the muscles flicker over his cock. He would clench his abdomen as he would feel his pending explosion. He’d reach up against her lifted thigh and press it up over his own shoulders, thrusting the furthest her body would allow, as her body clenched he would push through, until the rolling sensation enveloped his cock and the liquid manhood would begin to leak uncontrollably.

With ataköy eskort a loud cry out of pleasure he’d plant his knees down against the bed and his hips firmly against hers, letting his scrotum thrust against her tender skin below his cock. His cock would explode, spurting his cum into her, coating her inner walls with his seed. He’d moan milking himself against her quivering walls.

Julie would pull the man closer as he completed the orgasm. She would gently thrust from below milking his thickened shaft. His weight growing more and more braced against her body, until he rolled across her body, pulling her onto his hips as his eyes grew heavy, overwhelmed by his own rush of endorphins. Her hands would gingerly placed around his arm and torso, her eyes closing accepting the inevitable pleasure state the two were in.

The fire would flicker further, dying slowly as the wood fuel would disintegrate. The man would wrap the dozing Julie in the comforter, his lips pressing against her neck whispering hoarsely, “Clean up, I will return for more later.” His hands firm yet gentle as he stroked her naked body underneath the blanket. Julie would moan softly her reply and her body left cool with his body gone.

He would be gone for several hours, completing remaining business he had left. Julie would rise in that times, letting the satin robe remain on the bed. Her curvaceous hips would sway as she made her way into the ceramic tiled bath. She’d gingerly wash herself, using the lavender vanilla soap among her body. Soft moans would escape as her mind would disappear to the scenes that unraveled during the day. Before her mind would drift further the water began to cool, she would rinse quickly so she could be wrapped in a towel.

Her hands grabbed at the plush royal purple towel. Her moist body would move efficiently around the room, she would crouch next to that same marble stone counter lifting the tab of the envelope that he had left before walking in for the second session. Her eyes would count the bills, when she found it sufficient she placed it in her clutch and returned to the bed to prepare for his re-entrance.

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It didn’t feel like adultery. Yes, we both cheated on our spouses. Yes, we hurt not only each other but also put in jeopardy those who loved us and trusted us. It caused us great anguish and torment. It was reckless. And yet I believe we would both do it all over again even knowing the pain that we were going to face.

It all began when I received an invitation to attend my high school reunion. Up until then I thought I was a happily married man with a bright future. I had no idea that this weekend was about to change my life. It was like a trap door was opened below me on the stage and I was falling out of control waiting to be shattered to pieces.

I hadn’t thought about Becky since high school. She had been a good friend. We flirted regularly but were both dating other people. I was pleasantly surprised when I ran into her at the opening reception. She was still attractive with a nice body that she kept in peak condition by teaching aerobics. Her red hair and sparkling green eyes made it hard not to be attracted to her.

We hit it off like old times and were soon engaged in long conversations about life and time past and lost innocence. She was married with three kids. I was married with two. Our spouses had stayed home. I was surprised when Becky told me that she had a crush on me in high school and wished all our flirting and teasing had led to something more. We talked until everyone had left. I finally walked her back to her hotel room.

“You can come in if you’d like,” she said in a matter-of fact manner like it was no big deal. “There is a bottle of wine in the mini-bar, and I’m not tired.”

We finished the bottle. A slow song from our high school days came on the oldies station playing in the background. I took her hand and pulled her from the chair. She threw her arms around my neck. Our bodies melded together and swayed to the music. We barely shuffled our feet. She looked up at me. Our lips brushed together and parted. Our tongues mingled. The song ended but we didn’t move. Our lower bodies pressed together in a slow grind. She finally pulled away.

“Wow. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed like that,” Becky said finally pulling away. “What’s happening?”

Rather than answer I pulled her back into my arms. The kiss resumed, this time with more passion. I slipped my hands down her back and pulled her tighter against me. It was like two teenagers discovering each other for the first time. Our bodies were on fire. She rubbed her pussy against my hard cock. My hand slipped down and squeezed her ass cheek. Becky finally pushed me away.

“We’d better stop before it gets out of control. We have others to think about. I’m sorry but I’m just not ready. Okay?”

I nodded as though I understood, but my head was spinning with lust. Reluctantly I headed for the door. When I opened it to leave she tilted her head for a goodnight kiss. That was all it took. I backed her against the wall and kissed her hard. We humped like two teenagers, shamelessly grinding our sex organs together. My hand went under her top and inside her bra. I tugged on her hard nipple.

Becky gasped and spun away from me. I pressed behind her sliding my hands around her waist and up under her top. I ground my cock into her ass cheeks and nibbled on her neck. My fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts and tweaked her nipples.

“Oh god, what are you doing to me,” she gasped. “We have to stop.”

Becky made no effort to pull away. I slid a hand across her stomach pushing it under the waistband of her white pants and into her panties. My fingers slid through the curly hair covering her mound until they reached the searing folds of her hot pussy. I curled two fingers into her body. She put her hand on my arm but made no effort to pull me away.

My fingers continued to dig inside her steamy passage. I found her clit with my thumb. Her juices were flowing onto my hand. I curled my fingers against her pelvic bone looking for that spot that drives most women crazy. Becky arched her back. Squeals and gasps exploded from her throat. Her body trembled. Juices gushed over my hand. Suddenly she pulled away from me.

“You have to go,” she ordered practically crying. “I’m sorry… I… I can’t…”

I went back to my room with a huge case of the blue balls. I should have done something to relieve the pressure but it somehow didn’t seem right. I fell asleep thinking about Becky. I was concerned that she might be mad at me for pushing her too far. When I saw her the next morning I went to apologize. She was not at all angry.

“You scared me, that’s all,” she explained apologetically. “I hardly ever have orgasms anymore, yet as soon as you touched me down there I exploded. I lost control. I wanted you inside me. I would have let you too. That’s why I pushed you away. I can’t cheat on my husband. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re a good person. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

We spent the day together at the class picnic. escort bayan bakırköy It was hard for us to keep our hands off each other but we didn’t want to raise any eyebrows. That night was the dinner-dance. Once again we closed the place down. This time I invited her to my room for a nightcap. I had a balcony that looked out over the ocean.

“Okay, but you have to be good,” she said teasingly.

“I promise to be as good as you want me to be.”

“Why does it always have to be the girl?’ Becky protested. “It’s just not fair.”

We stood on the balcony. I opened a bottle of wine which we drank while listening to the waves crashing ashore. We talked about our lives. We came to realize that despite being married we were both lonely and desperate to share feelings of intimacy. Becky had never been able to get over the time her husband cheated on her with her best friend. She stayed for the kids but they had grown apart.

The alcohol gradually did its work and loosened our inhibitions. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She tilted her face towards mine. Our lips met. I pulled her closer and shoved my tongue into her mouth. Our bodies melded together in a shameless rhythm of grinding and humping.

I took Becky’s hand and led her inside. We fell onto the bed. The kissing became more intense. I unzipped her dress down the back and loosened her bra. I pulled the straps from her shoulders exposing her naked breasts. My hand squeezed the soft flesh. I lowered my mouth and sucked a swollen nipple between my lips. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned.

My hand slipped under her dress. I pressed my fingers against her mound through the silk panties she was wearing. Moisture seeped through the thin material. I found the outline of her clit and rubbed it in circles with my fingertip. She gasped and grabbed my arm. Her body shuddered.

“I have to go pee,” she declared swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “Do you have something more comfortable I can slip into? I don’t want to wrinkle my dress.”

I handed her an oversized t-shirt. I decided to get more comfortable as well. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of loose gym shorts. When Becky returned I could see her nipples poking out and knew that she had removed her bra. She climbed onto the bed with her back to me and pulled my arm around her waist.

I snuggled close kissing her on the neck and ear while pressing my cock into her firm ass cheeks. My hand slid under the t-shirt she was wearing. I gently rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I slipped my other hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panties. My lips moved from her neck to her ear which I tongued.

“Do me with your fingers,” Becky moaned pressing her pussy against me in a fucking motion.

I slipped my hand into her panties and curled two fingers up and into her steamy hole. Becky spread her thighs and dug her fingernails into my forearm. I fucked her with my fingers and kissed her neck. Her breathing became an erratic mixture of gasps and moans. I pinched down hard on her nipple and dug my fingers against her pelvic bone looking for her sweet spot. I must have hit it.

“Oh god… nnnngggghhhhh… gggggggaaaaaaaaa…”

A gush of juice oozed from her pussy and coated my fingers and hand. Her body jerked and shuddered. Her fingernails dug deeper into my arm. Squeals and moans were interspersed with gasps. I pulled my dripping fingers out of her pussy and rubbed them across her clit sending her to new heights of pleasure until she finally pulled my hand away to catch her breath.

“Oh god… wow. I usually have such a hard time getting one of those,” Becky gasped as she rolled to face me. “What are you doing to me?”

“I think we’re doing it to each other,” I replied sitting back on the bed with a big lump pushing up from the front of my gym shorts, “Except you’re the only one getting any relief.”

“You poor thing,” Becky teased. She snuggled up to me, pushed up my shirt and tweaked my nipples. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

I didn’t know what she had in mind, but my cock was about to explode. Becky leaned down and sucked my nipple into her mouth using her teeth and tongue to stimulate me.

“Do you like that?” Becky asked.

“It’s interesting. I don’t think they are connected like a woman’s, but it feels good.”

She moved her mouth to my other nipple. I pulled off my shirt while she was doing this. Her hand slid down my stomach and over the bulge in my shorts. She rubbed her fingers along my length. It was driving me crazy. She reached into my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my hard flesh.

“My goodness,” Becky teased and smiled up at me, “What do we have here?”

Our lips met in another hot kiss. Her hand stroked me firmly and quickly. I pushed my shorts down exposing my cock. Her hand went faster. I could feel my head pounding and knew escort halkalı I was close. Becky put her head on my chest to watch. I think she was going to take me in her mouth but I didn’t give her a chance. My balls boiled over. My cock swelled. I lifted off the bed and grunted.

The force of the explosion surprised both of us. Becky didn’t move quickly enough. Cum sprayed in a steady stream that shot straight up from the tip of my cock. It splashed off her cheek and up her nose landing in her hair. She aimed my cock away from her face and continued to pump. More cum splattered across my chest and stomach. The last few drops oozed over her hand and fingers. I fell back on the bed completely drained.

“Wow. That was a lot of stuff.” Becky said looking up at me. Her fingers were still wrapped around my wilting cock.

“I always try to make a good impression on a first date,” I joked.

“That you did,” she replied wiping cum from her cheek. “Now I know what a porn star feels like. I just got my first facial.”

“I aim to please, ma’am,” I teased. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. I have to get a load off my chest.”

“That you do,” Becky laughed. “Bring me a towel so I can clean as well.”

I returned from the bathroom wearing a clean pair of boxers. I sat down on the bed and handed Becky a wet towel. She wiped cum from her face and fingers. Then she snuggled next to me rubbing her hand across my chest and tweaking my nipples. She seemed to like doing that. I think it turned her on more than it did me.

“I better get back to my room,” she said with her head resting in the crook of my arm. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to tempt fate more than we already have.”

“You’re probably right. I just don’t want to let you go. It’s like magic being with you. Can’t we stretch it out a little longer?”

Becky tilted her head and looked up at me. We kissed. She swung a leg over my thigh. I pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head and threw it onto the floor. I could feel her hard nipples press into my naked chest. Our kiss resumed. I slid a hand down her back and slipped it under the waist band of her panties. My fingers kneaded the creamy skin of her cheeks and traced down the cleft between them. She humped my thigh.

“Oh god, I want you so badly,” she whispered while nibbling on my neck.

Becky kissed her way down my neck. Her hand slipped into the slit of my boxers and found my swollen meat. She wrapped her fingers around my hard flesh and gently stroked it. She sucked one of my nipples into her mouth and then kissed her way down my stomach. She hesitated with her mouth poised inches from my cock. The next thing I felt was her tongue shoot out and lick the head. She swirled it around my knob bathing it in saliva before sliding it between her lips.

Becky surprised me by her aggressiveness. She sucked my cock like a possessed woman. She teased my knob by raking her teeth across it before plunging her mouth down my length. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft and fucked it into the side of her cheek. Her tongue swirled across my hard flesh exploring every ridge and contour. Loud sucking and slurping sounds came from her mouth.

I grabbed her head pulling it from my cock. She looked at me with wild eyes. Spit was drooling from her lips. I kissed her hard shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her hand continued to stroke me in rapid jerks. She rolled onto her knees and bent over me to suck my cock back into her mouth. I reached between her legs, slipped my fingers under the crotch of her panties and rubbed her clit.

Becky attacked my cock with renewed passion. I was trying to match the bobbing movements of her head with my own thrusts. My pubic hair was completely soaked with saliva. Becky pulled me from her mouth to get some air. She moved forward and rubbed the head across her swollen nipple. Her breathing was erratic. She gasped for air. I jammed my fingers up into her hot pussy.

“Oh god… fuck me with your fingers… oh god… oh god…”

She slammed her mouth down on my cock and held it against her throat. Her tongue massaged the underside of my shaft. I pushed and felt it go even deeper. She opened her throat to let me inside. Becky pulled up gasping for air and drooling spit. Then she slammed her mouth down driving it even deeper into her throat until her lips were pressed against my pubes.

Once again I pulled her head up and looked into her lust filled eyes. Her lips were drooling strands of spit. I kissed her hard shoving my tongue deep into her mouth. Becky swung her leg over me and rubbed her pussy against the knob of my cock through her panties. I could feel them pushing into her opening. It would have been so easy to pull her panties to the side and shove my cock up her cunt, but a voice told me not to do it. She had made it clear she didn’t want that.

I broke away and rolled Becky off me and onto her back. I sucked on her nipples and continued escort bayan ataköy down her body until I was staring at the crotch of her panties. I pulled them to the side and gazed at the dripping folds of her pink pussy. Then I buried my face in her juicy peach. I flicked my tongue along her gash and pushed it into her steamy passage. Becky’s hands grabbed my head and pulled it tight against her.

I clamped my lips around her swollen mound and continued to fuck her with my tongue. She bucked up into my face squirming and twisting her body. I kept my mouth clamped tightly around her pussy making loud sucking and slurping sounds as I fucked her with my tongue. She was seeping with desire. Juices dribbled down my chin.

“Oh fuck… oh god… yes… yes…. right there… ooohhh…”

I shoved two fingers up her cunt and flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit. Becky lifted her ass off the bed and screamed. I clamped my mouth over her pussy and was rewarded with a sweet sticky gush that poured out of her body. Becky twisted and jerked on the bed while I kept my mouth clamped to her pussy. She finally collapsed with exhaustion.

“Ohmygod,” she said breathlessly, “No one has ever licked me like that.”

“Does that mean I’m being compared to one guy or a thousand?”

“I’ll keep you guessing on that one,” she laughed still trying to catch her breath. “Let’s just say I had some wild college years.”

“Didn’t we all? So tell me, what am I supposed to do with this?” I asked kneeling on the bed and showing her my throbbing cock which poked out shamelessly from my boxers.

“Take those things off and get up here,” she ordered. Becky sat back against the headboard of the bed.

I pulled off my boxers and walked forward on my knees straddling her legs until my cock was inches from her face. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and took me into her mouth. I grabbed her head and fucked her face like it was a pussy. Her mouth matched my thrusts making loud sucking and slurping sounds. Spit drooled from her lips in strands and fell onto her tits.

I was so close. Cum was churning in my balls and ready to explode at any second. I looked down at the pretty face with red hair and green eyes staring back at me. She slipped a hand into her panties and rubbed her clit as she continued to aggressively suck me. Her lips and tongue were working wonders on my cock.

“”I’m going to cum,” I warned.

Becky nodded her head. Her fingers were furiously digging into her pussy and rubbing her clit. Muffled moans escaped from her throat. My balls sent a surge of semen up my shaft. I clenched my teeth and grunted. Hot cum erupted into her mouth flooding it with spurt after spurt of creamy seed. I continued to fuck my cock between her lips until I was spent. Cum drooled from her mouth and dripped from her chin onto her tits.

Becky kept her lips around me. Her fingers were going faster and faster. Her body stiffened. My cock fell from her mouth. More cum flooded down her lips and chin. She slipped down on the bed and threw her head back. Her body contorted. Squeals reverberated off the walls until at last she collapsed breathing in gasps. I climbed off her and lay next to her on the bed.

“Ohmygod,” she said trying to catch her breath. “That’s number three in the same night. I think that’s a record.”

“Your fingers get all the credit for that one,” I teased.

“No. You get an assist,” Becky laughed. “Feeling you shoot in my mouth pushed me over the top. It felt so dirty and nasty. You are going to turn me into a shameless whore.”

“It’s my pleasure, ma’am,” I joked.

“And mine,” she laughed. “Oh, and before I forget, thank you.”

“For the mouthful?” I asked.

“No. Well yes, that too, but for not… for not going inside me when I was on top of you. I would have let you. I was so ready. I wanted you in me. I never would have forgiven myself.”

I was having a hard time understanding this woman’s principles. Apparently getting finger fucked, getting her pussy eaten and giving me a blowjob did not constitute cheating. Vaginal penetration by the penis seemed to be all that mattered. I briefly wondered where anal sex fell into her hierarchy of cheating but quickly dismissed the thought.

“I really do have to go,” Becky said as she cleaned my stuff from her lips, chin and tits. She climbed out of bed and picked up her dress. “I’ll never forget this weekend. Call me if you ever get out west.”

And that was it. I went home feeling guilty. It wasn’t so much that I had been physically intimate with another woman, but that I had feelings for her… strong feelings. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She had cast a spell over me. I knew it was crazy. I was married with two kids. She was married and had three kids. We lived on opposite coasts. This wasn’t going anywhere.

I tried to hide my guilt by having sex with my wife. We fucked like rabbits. Jane had always been a passionate woman and the sex wasn’t only good, it was fantastic. In fact, sex with Jane was so good that I should have been able to put Becky out of my mind. For some reason I couldn’t. I finally found an excuse to make a business trip out west and called Becky. I was nervous when she answered. Her first words were encouraging.

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We left it at that for the night, but, as you can imagine, the subject arose frequently during the next week, and it certainly contributed to some interesting fantasies in which Marianne played a major role. Actually, our regular lives were a bit humdrum – teaching history to a bunch of teenagers isn’t exactly scintillating, and kids in fourth and fifth grade can be mind-numbing. Thoughts of illicit sex are a bit more energizing! Consequently, when Jan invited Marianne over for dinner Saturday night, our thoughts were not completely on hospitality!

Dinner was good and the company pleasant, but there was an air of expectancy throughout the evening. We talked about school problems, they exchanged some tidbits of gossip, and we watched a couple of sit-coms until we had postponed the main event long enough. Jan casually raised the question of going into the Jacuzzi which, of course was answered with a unanimous “yes!” At that point, Jan raised the issue of clothing, addressing Marianne when I, not coincidently, was out of the room.

“You know that we don’t wear suits when we’re in the water alone. You certainly have seen me naked quite a few times now and you saw Jeff for a short time last Saturday night. Could you, or do you want to, go in nude tonight? Unless you are uncomfortable with me starting out naked, I’d like to not wear a suit. Jeff feels the same way. It’s up to you, but it’s very nice not to be covered when you’re in the water.”

“Jan, I just don’t know. I’m afraid I’d be too embarrassed! It seems natural for you to be nude and you know I like you that way and I wouldn’t mind at all about Jeff.” Blushing, “I certainly didn’t mind last week. I’d just feel too exposed. I know it’s silly after all we’ve done…but…but I’d feel funny with Jeff seeing me.”

“Ok, I’ll tell you what we can do. Jeff can go down first and get in. We’ll come down in our robes and I’ll have him look away until we get under the water. He can then dim the lights and you’ll be hidden and still get the feeling of having no suit on under the water. We could get out the same way if you want. Would that work?”

“Damn, I feel so silly! The truth is, no man, other than Bryan, has ever seen me completely naked, but I don’t think it should matter – but somehow it does! I even see a woman doctor. I admire how open you are and I feel so prudish. Oh, all right, we’ll try the way you said. Another thing, Jan. I feel …well, I feel awkward when the three of us in the Jacuzzi – like I’m in the way. Last time I just got carried away and joined in just the way I did when Bryan was here, but, afterwards I was embarrassed for having butted in on the two of you. Also, should you and I do anything when Jeff is with us? You said that he approves of us being together, but I’m afraid that he might be uncomfortable seeing us…oh, I don’t know…well, doing things…”

Jan said that at that point she had all she could do to keep from laughing – which might have humiliated Marianne who was honestly afraid that she might be causing a problem. “Marianne, honey, you are being absurd! Evidently you think that it is ok for you to join in while your husband feels and fucks me, but you’ll be in the way if my own husband has me. Did we act as if you were butting in last time? Forget it! We both thought that you made the whole thing more exciting. Also, Jeff has absolutely no problem with seeing us together – making out I guess it would be called. In fact, I’m sure that he would enjoy watching us in bed! Look, here’s the situation. You are more than welcome to join in – do anything or nothing – it’s completely up to you. Whatever you’re comfortable with!”

“Well that makes me feel better. Now, all I have to deal with is being naked in the water with Jeff there!”

As arranged, I went down to the Jacuzzi first, sans bathing suit, turned everything on and waited for the women. They appeared, wearing robes, and I assumed, correctly, nothing else. I promptly turned away although I’ll admit that I cheated a bit and caught a glimpse of Marianne’s naked body as she climbed over the rim. I was pleasantly aware from that quick glance that Jan’s favorable appraisal had been accurate and Marianne had been hiding a very nice figure under her less than flattering clothes. As soon as they were seated and respectably covered by the water, I dimmed the lights and turned directly toward them.

As the last two times, they were seated side by side, Marianne in Bryan’s seat. I had moved over to Doug’s usual seat so I was beside Jan but at right angles to her. It was very pleasant sitting there quietly in the relaxing water, having an interesting, but inconsequential, conversation All of us, I’m sure, were enjoying the tranquil and peaceful period while knowing that it was merely the prelude to a far more intense and heated event.

Actually, that new event began considerably before I was even aware of it. As Jan described it later, action between the two of them began almost as soon as the lights went down. Just as she had with Bryan, she put her right leg up over Marianne’s knees, opening the way to bakırköy escort her cunt, a path which Marianne’s hand soon followed. This was done quietly and unperceptively, and, as with Bryan, nothing was visible on the surface. At the same time, Jan slid her hand down beside her own leg, found Marianne’s crotch and worked her fingers against her clit. The two of them sat there, playing with each other while the desultory conversation went on.

As the two of them continued their clandestine activity, the talking died away completely and I became aware that something was going on. That became obvious when Jan straightened up, turned to Marianne and they began kissing intensely while each felt and squeezed the other’s tits. The kissing became more passionate and their fingers seemed to be moving more frantically as their excitement grew. I couldn’t really see too clearly in the dim lights, but both women were sitting up straight, putting their tits at the water line, so I could make out the clutching and squeezing going on. This went on for some time and, I’ll admit, that I was eager to get in on the action. When Jan turned toward Marianne, she had left room in her seat and I just slid over and lifted her onto my lap, rotating her until she was straddling my legs.

I pulled her back against me, my cock up tight against her hips, my hands clasping her tits. Her legs were open over my knees and I felt Marianne’s hand trying to worm its way to her cunt, so I parted my legs, giving her room to get in. Obviously it worked for, later, Jan told me that she was being actively finger-fucked as she moved against me. For me, there was something else – as Marianne moved her hand over into Jan’s cunt, the back of that hand occasionally ran over my balls, a totally unexpected development. I lifted Jan a bit higher and pulled her tighter to me, increasing that contact, and making my cock more rigid than ever.

I quickly swung Jan around so that she was facing me, her legs outside of mine, her tits against me and my cock rubbing on her stomach. Marianne did as she had the last time, playing with Jan’s cunt with one hand while reaching around and gripping a tit with the other. In that position, contact with my balls was even more frequent and, a few times, it actually felt that it might have been deliberate. Needless to say, I was quite aroused and I was on the verge of raising Jan up to put my cock into her when she facetiously said, “There’s something very hard poking at my stomach! I wonder what it can be?” Then, to my complete surprise, she pulled away and stood up, dislodging Marianne’s hands from between her legs and off of her tit.

Then, even more startling, she pulled Marianne up, pushed her onto my legs, straddling them, urging her forward, saying, “See if you can figure out what it is, honey!” Suddenly, my cock was against a different stomach and different tits were against my chest. I honestly don’t know what was going through my mind at that moment – I think it was numb which didn’t prevent a surge of adrenalin going through me. I was all ready to fuck Jan and now I had the wild experience of having another woman replacing her. In addition, Jan immediately began massaging Marianne’s cunt and paying particular attention to my balls!

I heard a gasp from Marianne when Jan moved her, undoubtedly even more shocked than I at the unbelievable change in position. Before she even had a chance to react she was firmly against me. Normally, she might have attempted to pull back, but she was already highly aroused by her sexual activity with Jan. Suddenly, she was against me, my cock was rubbing against her stomach and Jan’s hand was working between her legs. She was genuinely stunned, incapable of any rational thought. Later, she would be astounded by the train of events, but right then she was just dazed and went with the flow – with Jan as mistress of ceremonies.

We stayed in that position for a brief period – I have no idea how long – when our activities director pushed her hands between us and, grasping her breasts, began lifting Marianne upward. I had already started doing the same thing and, quite quickly, she was high enough that my cock was free and pointed upward toward her now open cunt. By that time, my mind had cleared enough that I was – actually we were – aware of what was going to happen. Marianne probably was still a bit dazed by the sudden development, but she admitted later, reluctantly at first, that she knew that she was going to be fucked. When thinking about her relationship with Jan in the last month, she had pretty much accepted that it might happen, but it was just a “sometime” possibility – but sometime was here.

I would have liked to have had that experience happen in slow motion so that I could have relished the feeling as my cock penetrated Marianne. As I lowered her down, Jan actually held my cock upright and directed it into her, and kept her fingers around it as she sank down. There was no hesitancy, for she was very well lubricated and, shortly, she was sitting on me with the cock completely embedded in escort bahçelievler her vagina! The only thing that Marianne said throughout was a drawn out “Ohooo” as it went in and a continual “Unh…unh…unh.” as she went up and down. It was a mutual – actually three-way – fucking as I surged upward into her and she matched my efforts with her own wild excitement. Jan was an active participant used Marianne’s tits as handles to help with the march toward orgasm.

Marianne was moving frenetically, writhing around, grinding against me, gasping for breath as she finally climaxed. I followed soon after, holding her down by the hips as I welded myself up against her cunt, ejaculating deep inside her. Jan admitted afterwards that as the climax approached, she had the fingers of one hand pulling against her own clit, her hips flexing back and forth, as she matched Marianne’s orgasm. It was a moment to remember – and then we just flopped against each other – sated, breathless and out of energy!

It took a while to recover, not only to get our breaths back and lower our heartbeats, but also to encompass the reality of what we had just done. It was a major step for all of us, but particularly for Marianne. Jan and I had speculated as to whether I would be able to get into her and, with Jan’s help, I had done so. For Marianne, though it was all shockingly new. No man had ever even seen her naked, and now she not only had been naked, she had been fucked. Again, adultery. Surprisingly, the idea of “sin” didn’t really bother her and, as I said before, she had thought, theoretically, of having intercourse with me, but, that was imagination – this was real!

Of course, we did recover, but we had a lot to think about and to absorb. As we sat up, I think the new reality hit us and there was silence as we wondered what to say. Marianne was still sitting on me with my shrunken cock still in her, my hands still on her hips. We looked at each other, both very aware of a totally new relationship between us. After thirty seconds or so of looking at each other silently, I brought my hand up around her, drew her to me and kissed her very hard. She responded immediately, and when we finally broke away, most of the strangeness between us was gone and we accepted the new reality and were pleased with it. Jan was right there and kissed us both, confirming, I guess, that we were now a threesome.

It was fascinating as we prepared to get out. As I turned the lights up, Marianne’s was in the act of climbing over the rim, legs wide open. Her instinctive reaction was to try to cover herself, something that she couldn’t do, of course. Even when she was out, she quickly reached for her towel and held it in front of her. Then embarrassed – at both her exposure and her reaction – she blushed profusely, saying, “I guess there’s not much point in that, is there? Now, I know how Jan felt!” With that, she just let the towel fall away, revealing the surprisingly pretty, well-shaped breasts that Jan had described and the very feminine triangle of pubic hair at the base of her stomach.

I couldn’t help but think about how another person’s clothes and outlook can give one a completely incorrect impression of that person. Marianne’s conservative manner of dress and her apparent lack of interest in sex had led us to pigeon-hole her as a nice, very pleasant woman with no sex-appeal. Our recent activities and required a complete revaluation. The body was there and, with her interest in sex revived, I could feel a tremor in my cock, even after the very recent explosion. I had a feeling that this was going to be a very exciting relationship!

We three stood there naked, drying off, and, after Marianne’s initial hesitation, completely at ease with each other. They left, talking quietly, while I closed the Jacuzzi and they were in the guest room for some time, almost forty-five minutes, before they came up together, Jan still in her robe, of course, but Marianne wearing her nightgown. Jan changed into her nightgown immediately and the three of us sat at the table, having a snack after our vigorous exercise. I don’t have a recollection of what we talked about, but it didn’t matter anyway. It was more of a bonding session, a time of cementing that sense of togetherness, of companionship, that we had felt after the Jacuzzi. We were very relaxed and comfortable with each other with absolutely no sexual tension. When we decided to turn in, I held Marianne and kissed her goodnight while fondling and squeezing her breast as I did so. Jan did the same thing.

Of course, as soon as Jan and I were alone in the bedroom, we began to discuss and dissect the amazing events of the evening. Much of what happened was totally unexpected by me and Jan was largely responsible. I had expected things to progress as they had last time with me fucking her. The most that we had talked about was that I might well get to see Marianne nude, but nothing more. So, my first question was, “What on earth caused you to push Marianne into going all the way? Understand, I’m not complaining, but ataköy escort that certainly was not the plan!”

“I know, but something, and I don’t know what, told me that the time was right. We had talked about you getting into her and, when we were playing with each other, I could tell that she was really hot. Her pussy was very wet – and not from the water – and, when I was on your legs, she was really almost in a frenzy as she was working on me. She had been that way before, but she just seemed more eager, somehow. It was just instinct – or maybe I just wanted it – I don’t know. Anyway, it worked out perfectly. You fucked her and she loved it. That’s a main reason that I went in with her. I wanted to be certain that when she calmed down she would still be happy, and she most certainly is.

“She was really shocked when I put her on your knees but she knew exactly what was happening once she was there. She hugged me and said, ‘Oh, Jan, Jeff fucked me! Now we’ve each been fucked by the other’s husband and we’ve had each other! I never dreamed of such a thing, but I love it!’ She went on like that, but, it seems silly, the only thing that seemed to cause her to hesitate, and blush, was when she said, ‘And Jeff saw me naked – I wonder what he thought? I’m…I’m…I’m not sexy like you!’ She said that I’m little and cute and she was afraid that you wouldn’t think that she was attractive. Of course, I assured her that she is quite sexy when she’s nude and that I’m absolutely certain that you are really excited about having seen her. Somehow, I think that that is as important to her as you having fucked her! We have to improve her self-image.”

“Well, I will have no problem in doing that! She’s right, you are little and cute, but I really liked seeing her body as we dried off. I have every intention of letting her know that I admire it, both in words and action. Now, how do you feel about all of this? Any qualms about me fucking her or continuing with her?”

“Gods, no! I really enjoyed helping you get into her – in fact, I held your cock and actually felt it going into her hole. I could feel her pussy lips as you went in! That was exciting! This whole …what is it…a group affair? In any case, I love everything about it. I love having sex with her myself! I love you fucking me and fucking her! And I love the relationship and I’m looking forward to the three of us being in bed together!

That occurred one week later, and without prior planning. Marianne was over that Saturday night, as had become the usual situation. Jan and I hadn’t talked about it specifically, but there just was a basic assumption that we would end up in the Jacuzzi and have sex. We both looked forward to that and we assumed that Marianne expected that also. Marianne and Jan saw each other every day in school and ate lunch together. However, they deliberately avoided discussing their new relationship or to show any increased affection toward each other. Perhaps they were a bit paranoid in that, but people notice things, and small towns, where everyone knows each other, are awash with suspicion, rumors, gossip, etc.

In any case, later in the evening, I simply asked, “Is everyone ready to go into the Jacuzzi,” I anticipated an immediate ok. Marianne threw us a curve, “I’m really sorry, but I can’t go into the water tonight.” Looking at Jan, she continued, “Remember, I had that ingrown toenail on my big toe fixed on Thursday, and I have to keep it dry over the weekend.”

“Oh, damn, I completely forgot that! And there’s no way that we could cover that enough to protect it in the Jacuzzi. Damn!”

There was instant deflation. While Jan and I liked Marianne for herself, there is no denying that having sex with her had been our dominant goal of the evening. Marianne, of course, had known of the problem and had assumed that Jan recognized it too. We just sat there, glum expressions all around. Finally, the deadly silence was broken by Jan simply saying, “Well, if we can’t go into the water, why don’t we just go in on the bed?”

Now, that might sound like the obvious solution – and, of course, it was. However, there is a major psychological difference between going into the Jacuzzi and just having things develop – presumably without overt planning – and just getting into bed together for the purpose of having sex! When Marianne had asked Jan, “Do you want to go up to the bedroom,” there was no mistaking what the question meant. It was a momentous decision and, obviously, she said yes. Now, Marianne, faced with the same choice made that same decision and any pretense of just being an innocent woman who had been carried away in the Jacuzzi was banished.

With no real hesitancy, just a bit of embarrassment shown by a significant blush, she simply said “Ok.” Then after a moment, “I’ll…I’ll have to go downstairs for a minute. I’ll be right back.” She was gone downstairs for considerably longer than a minute, but, of course she did come back, coming into the bedroom wearing her nightgown. Jan had made the same preparations and she, too, was wearing a nightgown, wanting to make the things less stressful for Marianne. There is always a period of awkwardness the first time you are in a situation like this. As Marianne admitted later, coming up the stairs and walking down the hall to the bedroom to have sex with us was very hard. She wanted to it, was going to do it…but it was hard!

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Reading the first chapter first will fill you in on who the characters are and what happened earlier. Strong sexual activity.

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Jess awakened and found that he had slept the whole night. He remembered the earlier evening he had spent with Lynn and Peg and could not believe what had happened. He reached under the cover and found his hard on knowing most of it was from needing to pee but remembering last night sure added to it. He wondered if he would even be able to pee as hard as he was or would he have to cath himself. Being a paraplegic from above his hips down sometimes caused trouble. Jess had about 80 percent of the feeling in his penis and some feeling in his thighs but nothing anywhere else below. He had been that way since birth as something had not gone right when his spinal cord formed. His legs were just skin and bone and the left one was about 2 inches shorter than the right.

He had run into, almost literally, the two women at the mall and both of them also had birth defects it turned out. Lynn, after some amputations, had only a very short right leg stump and a short left below the knee stump. Peg had no arms at all and even all her shoulder was gone on the right side. They were non identical twin sisters, lovers and devotees of men in wheelchairs. Josh wore his long leg braces all the time and the women were awed by him in his wheelchair. That led to the evening of sex with both of them and the first time for all of them.

Jess moved over onto his wheelchair and into the bathroom. No he could not pee even after he got into the shower so he used the cath kit he brought with him and got his bladder empty. It was very full and he was glad he had not had an accident in bed. He got cleaned up and had some toast and tea for breakfast. It being Sunday he got his chores done and decided the grocery store was next. Later when he got to his computer and checked his email he found one from a strange address unknown to him. He opened it and started reading and realized it was from Peg! She told him how grateful she was for last night and that he had not rejected her for her deformities but instead had treated her so well as her first sex partner. She did not realize how much enjoyment there was fucking. Yes, as he knew, she and her sister were lovers but it was nothing like what they did. Lynn told me about her time with you and how well you treated her also. Thank you again and we are both looking forward to having you here next weekend. By the way, I use my toes to type on the keyboard of my computer, let me know if you would like to talk more this way later.

Jess immediately sent a reply and said yes I am glad we can talk this way and they did several times during the next week. Time flew by and Friday evening finally got there. Jess showered, shaved all his pubic hair and finished in the bathroom. He had decided to wear his older set of braces, HKAFO’s. He had thought about it and was going to try and stand with the hip belt on and see if he could fuck the girls that way instead of having them do all the work. Maybe the kitchen table or something else that was the right height for them to get on their backs and him stand at their cunts and get his cock in them. He would use his arms to pull himself in and out. They also had the old fashioned boots attached to the braces and the left boot was built up to account for the shorter leg. He thought the girls would love them. It was hard to get them on with no help but he managed and then added a “D” ring around his balls and the base of his cock and a couple of 1 inch cock rings around the base of his cock. He also took a 20 mg Cialis. With no underwear on he was obvious with his legs spread.

Jess wheeled up to the door and rang the bell. The door opened with both girls there. Lynn said hi and Peg had a huge grin on her face as usual. They moved out of the way so he could come in and he noticed they were dressed the same. Lynn had her prosthetic legs on and using her crutches and they both had short skirts on. The tops they had on were spectacular; it was some kind of fine fabric that as it draped over their upper bodies printed everything. It seemed to hug their breasts and formed around their areolas, nipples and breasts. On Peg it showed her empty shoulder and chest wall on the right side and shoulder socket on the left. It hugged Lynn’s slightly larger breasts. On both it came to just above the waist band on their skirts leaving and inch or so of skin showing.

Lynn invited him into the family room and they sat in front of him. She looked a little nervous and she told him that things had changed in the last 30 minutes. She had a call from a close friend that would be coming into town shortly. She worked in a VA hospital and was a quad amputee. The person that usually traveled with her was sick and she was wondering if Lynn could stay with her for the two days she was in town as she needed help with having no limbs. Lynn shyly told him they were also lovers and she wanted to do so. Would he mind staying with Peg and helping her for that time? Before he could answer Lynn said there would escort bakırköy be a bonus also. She was bleeding and Horney as hell. Peg gave her silent laugh nodding her head. Jess said he would enjoy the bonus but it was not necessary, he would be glad to stay with Peg. Lynn looking relieved leaned over and kissed him and Peg looking delighted kissed him also with lots of tongue.

Lynn told him about the dinner reservation she had made, and for the two of them to go on and enjoy it. She added she would miss out on the fun but it would be good for the two of them to have some alone time and besides, she would have her own “company”. They talked a little more then Lynn removed her prosthetic legs, got on to her wheelchair, and left. Peg went to the kitchen counter and moved what looked like a calculator in front of her. She got a 6 inch stick in her mouth and punched some keys. When she was done she pushed one last key and the devise said you look very sexy today, I like the boots and fixed braces on them. Jess was surprised at the devise and Peg looked proud as punch that now she could talk with him. He rolled up beside her to look at it and then they kissed passionately. He then looked her over good then into her eyes and she licked her lips. Peg typed am I dressed ok for you, want to put a different top on me? Jess said you are beautiful and I am proud to be seen with you just like you are. Peg typed you look like your penis is hard, are you ok? Anything you want me to do before we go? Jess looked down and said no, you can fix me when we get back. It is what happens when I am around you.

She said she was going to leave the pad at home and he could learn to read her lips more and Jess said fine with him. They went out to his van and he helped her into her seat. He pulled the seat belt over her and then got on the lift and into the van. When they got to the restaurant the valet showed him where to park since there was no seat for him to be able to drive. Jess got out and undid the seat belt for Peg and helped her out. They were both sure every eye was on them and loved it. Both were very proud to be as crippled as they were and did not mind showing it off.

When they got inside the hostess showed them to their table and gave Jess the menu and told him who their server was. She and Peg exchanged a knowing smile and then left them alone. Jess had seen the exchange and asked Peg if she was a close friend and Peg shook her head no. Jess said she looked like she wanted you and Peg smiled and slowly nodded her head. Peg slowly mouthed the same look you have. They both laughed and Jess asked what she wanted to eat. Peg got another huge grin and Jess said we can eat each other for desert later. She licked her lips slowly and said ok. They decided and the server took the order from Jess. While they were waiting Peg asked if he was going to mind or be grossed out taking care of her. He said absolutely not. I am glad we are going to have some time alone like this. He reached out and put his hand on her knee. She closed her other knee on it and he slid it up her thigh. They were sitting side by side but the table cloth hid everything. As his hand slowly moved upward, Peg opened her legs wide inviting him further. He reached her panties and his finger felt the sanitary pad. He withdrew his hand and she looked disappointed. He said I will give you all you want later.

The server brought their food and Jess started feeding Peg first, then took some bites of his food. He told her he wished she could feed herself but understood with the short skirt on why she was not. He added that he loved to feed her, thought it was very sensuous. Peg was sitting up very straight which thrust her breasts out and he could see her nipples and areolas were very hard. The empty, long sleeves pulling the top down tighter against her empty shoulders just added to his stimulation. His Cialis and the cock rings were working to make and keep him hard as a rock and Peg had noticed it again. Peg mouthed slowly in my bloody cunt later? Jess asked if that is what she wanted and Peg mouthed oh yes, please fuck me with it. Absolutely he said. They enjoyed their dinner and an after dinner drink then headed back to her place. After they were back in the van Peg gave her silent laugh. At a light she mouthed I bet I got more offers on the way out from women than you did and Jess laughing said no bet.

They got home and back into the house and Jess asked when did you start your period? Peg said last night. He asked if it was a heavy flow and Peg said oh yes, always the first two or three days. Do we need to check your pad he asked and Peg nodded yes and mouthed ok with you? He said no problem and they headed to the bathroom. Peg had him undo her skirt and she stepped out of it. He put it on the back of his wheelchair and then pulled her panties down and added them to the skirt. Next was her blouse. She had a Kotex and belt on and he pulled it down her legs. It had quite a bit of blood on it. After she stepped out of it he figured how to remove the tails from the belt and then şirinevler escort wrapped it in TP and put it in the waste basket. He looked into Pegs eyes and she looked embarrassed. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her then said don’t worry about it; it’s what two people do for each other. Besides remember, this is my first time also. Peg smiled and said ok, shall we get in the shower and fuck, easier to clean up after. Jess said great idea. Do you have a tampon in also and Peg nodded her head.

Jess said let me get rid of my clothing and braces and then we will get rid of it. Can I watch you she asked and he said of course. They moved back to the bedroom and Jess got his shirt off then transferred to the bed to remove his pants and braces. It was then that Peg saw the cock rings he had on and how hard he was. She immediately moved to him and got him down her throat. He was very slippery with pre cum and slipped down her throat to his balls. She tongue lapped at him and he pushed her head away before he came telling her about it. She mouthed she did not care where he came in her she just wanted his cum in her someplace. They kissed and she moved her breasts up to his mouth. As he sucked hard on her nipples his hands moved to her empty shoulders and he started massaging them. Peg finally got off him and noticed blood on her thigh. Shower she mouthed and moved into the bathroom while Jess finished getting his braces off. It took some doing since he had his HKAFO’s and boots on but he finally joined her in the roll in shower. When she stood there was blood on the bench.

Peg moved up close to him and he knew it was time to pull the tampon out. They were looking into each other’s eyes as she spread her legs and he ran his hand up one of her thighs. He felt the string hanging down and then asked her if he just pulled on it. She nodded her head yes and he started to pull. He could feel how sticky her pussy lips were and knew his hand was bloody. There was some resistance but he could tell it was coming out. It dropped into his hand and he moved it from in between her legs. It was very saturated with blood as he finally looked down from her eyes. Peg looked at it too then their eyes met again. He was smiling big time not wanting her to be upset and she grinned back at him. He dropped it on the floor out of the way and when their eyes met again she was mouthing please fuck me now.

Jess put the chest belt Lynn used around his chest then put a folded towel alongside each of his thighs so she could kneel there. Peg understood how it was going to happen and knelt on the bench over him. He kissed his way up and she knelt down getting one of her nipples in his mouth. They then kissed passionately and then Peg looked down. As she had spread her legs blood had run out of her and all over his hard on as it stuck up at her. She did not seem to mind now and scooted closer to him. She lifted a little and he guided his already blood covered cock into her dripping cunt. She sat on him and right away they both could tell the difference. Jess on his blood soaked penis and Peg’s pussy, and how it felt now from the last time they had fucked with only the natural sex lub present. It seemed to be warmer and not as slick but slightly sticky. It felt fantastic to both of them as his big long cock slid up her cunt and banged into her bloody cervix. Jess had both arms around her holding her on and she bucked up and down. Again their eyes locked on each other and then Peg mouthed pull nipples hard. Jess moved one hand to a breast and did just that. He noticed it was dark purple and grabbed it pulling outward and upward. Peg’s head went back and it looked like she let out a long howl. She slammed down on his cock and legs and he could feel her orgasm as it gripped her and his cock. It sent him over and he poured cum at her cervix.

He held her tightly as she worked through her cum making small fucking movements on his cock. He could feel every one of them and sort of wished he could return the motion. But he also knew she loved him being totally paralyzed. As they came down they both felt the mixed juices flow out of her cunt on to Jess. He relaxed his grip some so she could look down between her legs. He was still hard and asked if she needed to go again and Peg said no, later. She put one foot on the tile floor and lifted up with even more running out of her and down her leg. Jess said fantastic! Peg just shrugged her shoulder like what the hell. Jess turned the water on and started rinsing her off then himself. When he had most of it off Peg got his attention and mouthed would you please shave my pussy hairless. Jess said glad too and had her sit on the bench.

There was shaving stuff in the shower and he managed to get down off the bench and between her legs. She was already too wet to use the trimmer so he just went ahead and started in putting shaving cream all over and using a razor. He had her scoot forward and started at the bottom by her ass and worked his way up. He used his other hand to hold her pussy lips in various positions to get escort ataköy the stubble off as she was already shaved there. She oozed a bloody cream as he was working and it distracted him sometimes. She was watching closely and had a grin on her face watching him react. It took three razors but he finally had all the hair removed from the whole area and then did her legs all the way from her foot to her shaved pussy. When he was done he asked how she liked it and she said don’t like it, love it, thanks.

Jess had noticed douche bottles and picked one up and inserted it moving it back and forth with the end pointed at her “G” spot. He then squeezed all the liquid in to her like a cum and she did. He held her lips open and let it all run out noticing it had started to clear some. He then inserted a tampon and washed her good. Peg leaned over and they started kissing and he was fondling her breasts. He worked his mouth down her abdomen and between her legs. She tried to resist him but he kept them open and he was able to start licking her slit and up to her clit. She felt fantastic with no hair and soon came again big time. After she looked at him in amazement not believing he had just eaten her while on her period. He told her she was probably as clean as she would ever get after the shave, douche and wash he had given her.

Peg watched him struggle getting back on the bench with his paralyzed, atrophied legs just flopping around. She almost came again. He dried them off and pulled his wheelchair back in and transferred to it. It was late and they headed to bed snuggling up to each other. Jess was behind Peg and had his arms around her with his hands cupping her large breasts.

Lynn was on her way to meet Anita as they had not seen each other for a while. Anita had been in the first Iraq war and a roadside IED got her. It blew her legs and left arm off and injured her right arm so much it was taken just below the elbow. It was so badly injured it is not much use even with a prosthetic hook. Her above elbow amputation on the left arm was much better functioning and that was the side she wears her hook prosthetic on. Her legs and hips are gone, a bilateral hemipelvectomy, and she sits in a fiberglass bucket so she could sit upright. She works at a VA hospital in another city and was in town for a meeting.

Lynn got to the hotel, unloaded from her van in her wheelchair and headed up to Anita’s room. She knocked on her door and it was opened a few seconds later by a beautiful, small woman in an electric wheelchair. They got close to each other and hugged tightly. They moved into the larger living room and jabbered away. Anita told Lynn how much she appreciated her coming to help care for her since her usual aid was sick. They had become lovers several years ago so Lynn said it was no problem. Anita asked if Peg would be ok and Lynn laughed saying she has a new boyfriend staying with her. There had been a three way visit between them all last weekend. Anita said that was great, nothing wrong with a hard cock now and then. They both laughed and Lynn told her the same guy was finally her first fuck last weekend. Looking at Anita she told her she had missed her very much and wanted her badly right now. Anita said she agreed and they headed to the bedroom. On the way Anita said she loved the outfit Lynn had on, that her one stump showed nicely and how the top was so sexy printing her braless breasts. Lynn said thanks I wore it just for you.

Lynn helped Anita get her prosthetic arm off then removed her top; she had the arm on the outside of the top, and immediately noticed that Anita’s breasts were fuller. Anita saw her expression and said yes, they needed some help so I had some plastic surgery done a few months back. Do you like? Lynn said they looked fantastic and latched on to a large nipple with her mouth for a few seconds. The top Anita had on was long and covered her bottom so she had nothing else on. Lynn removed her top and Anita asked her to rub it on her face, she wanted to feel what it was like. Lynn did and Anita said that feels and looks fantastic. Lynn next got her skirt off and also had nothing else on as usual. She got Anita’s chair alongside the bed and guided Anita over to it. Next she transferred to the bed and helped her get out of the fiberglass shell. Lynn said she should have asked her this first and said do you have to pee? Anita grinned and said now that you mention it, I do.

Lynn got back in her chair and found a cath kit in the luggage and got a wet wash rag and towel out of the bathroom. She got back on the bed and went through the procedure to cath Anita, something she had done many times before. With her legs and hips gone, her lower body just tapered down to a V with only her pubic area left. Her aid kept her shaved and it was simple to do the cath job. When she was done she washed and dried Anita. Lynn crawled up alongside her and pulled her into her arms. They were soon kissing and Lynn moved up offering her breast to Anita’s mouth. She sucked the nipple in and applied very strong suction to the nipple and areola. Anita was able to use her longer BE stump to push on Lynn’s breast as she nursed. They had both talked about getting each other to lactate but never had the time, and then Lynn and Peg moved. Lynn was playing with Anita’s breasts as she sucked. She noticed the different, firmer feeling right away and liked it.

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Chapter VII: The Princess Escapes

Horror clamped around Lisa like a vice. It took every iota of her strength to keep quiet, not to show any reaction to the news. She hadn’t even known his real name. Paul Twilley. She’d only called him fag, wimp, Lisa. He was dead, split from his mutilated cock to his false tits. There were pictures.

Her horror had two parts. First came the irrevocability and senselessness of the violent death of someone she knew. He’d fucked her. She’d fucked him. She probably still carried minuscule traces of his life deep in her cunt. The thought made her nauseous.

The second aspect was that her double life could well be exposed. The recorded time of death put her in the alley with him less than four hours before some deranged animal had ripped him open. The investigation could turn her up. If it did, there went the ball game. Fuck. She could produce an alibi, if the other whores on her street would speak up, but that would still totally destroy her life.

She excused herself, too abruptly, and locked herself in a bathroom stall. She didn’t puke, like she thought she would. Her smoke tasted like dried cabbage. Slowly, over the time it took to finish the cigarette, she saw that, regardless of whether she was implicated or not, life would never be the same.

Whores like Paul/Lisa died all the time. They were beaten to death. They were stabbed or shot. Sometimes their bodies were found. Sometimes they simply vanished, like the girl she’d gotten her corner from. Every time she put herself out there, the man she ended up with could be some psycho. There was no way to know, beforehand.

She’d heard the stories the girl’s told. She’d been aware of the risk factor. But this drove it home. This made it personal. It could happen to her.

No, she corrected. It would happen, not could. If not by knife or gun, by disease or drug. It had to. What she was doing to herself wouldn’t make sense otherwise. If it didn’t happen on its own, she’d do something to make it so.

Peculiar place to find one of those crossroads in life, she smiled thinly. The middle stall in the ladies’ shitter on the seventh floor. Guess it’s appropriate, in a way.

She heard the door open, recognized the faint squeak of Ann’s beige pumps. She dried her eyes.

“Having trouble with the plumbing, Lisa?”

“Nothing serious. Who drew the . . . Twilley thing?”

“Homicide took it away from us, as usual. Why?”

“I can’t talk about it now. Not here. Want to go for a ride?”

“Where?”

“To the morgue.”

Trotter didn’t answer. Lisa flushed the toilet, drew a deep breath, and faced her. This was going to be a class A mother-fucker. But the sergeant didn’t do anything more than meet her eyes and follow her from the room. The elevator ride was also silent. Only in the car, with Lisa staring out the passenger’s window, did her partner speak up.

“You knew this guy.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah. Biblically.”

“It wasn’t any accident he was going by your name. Hair like yours.”

“No. No accident.” She spilled all of it, never once looking inside the car.

Autumn was encroaching on summer. In the park, the trees were still green, but they knew. By the angle of the sun and the length of the days, by the first fluttering northerly breezes, they knew. Change was coming. They didn’t resist in any way.

In a week or two, they’d begin to release their leaves. They’d served their purpose. It was time to go. Sometimes, she guessed, you’d find them blocks, maybe miles away. These very leaves, skittering through the concrete canyons, blown up against alley walls in little drifts.

“So what are you going to do?”

Lisa found a cigarette. “Better cover your ass, Ann. This is going to get messy. I’ve got to tell Homicide what I know. No way I’m coming out with my badge. I’ll be damned lucky to stay out of jail. If you stand too close, they might want to sniff your cunt, too.”

Trotter drove a half block in silence. “I can’t let you do it, Lisa. I want you to keep that beautiful mouth shut. There’s no fucking reason to do it. None at all. He’s gone. Dead. You can’t bring him back. All you can do is take yourself down.”

Lisa shook her head. “I wish I could just forget about it, Ann. But it’s more than feeling responsible for what happened to her. Him. Twilley. Paul Twilley. I can’t let that happen to me. And it will, if I don’t stop it.” And it’ll happen to you, too, someday, she thought. We both know it will.

“Okay. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. You’re right, you know. They’re bound to investigate everybody who ever had anything to do with you. You’re going to be responsible for taking others down, too. Like Wilson, maybe.”

She knew it was true. Her heart felt like lead. It’d be so easy. So easy to just listen to Ann. She’d heard those sweet lips murmur words of love to her mere hours before. Now she was on her way to destroying yet another life.

Maybe, she reminded herself. Maybe not. I’ve got to follow my convictions. It’s the right thing izmit escort to do. Fuck, is it better to let her end up with a knife in her guts, or a reprimand? Surely that’s all she’d get. Too many people owe her favors.

Trotter read her re-formed determination. Her anger showed through. “How about Wilson, then? You expose yourself as a whore who he just gave a juicy transfer to, and what’s going to happen to him?”

Lisa stared out the window. “I’m sorry, Ann. I’m really sorry. But it’s the only choice I have left. I’ve tried everything else, don’t you see?”

“No. I don’t see. And lots of other folks won’t, either. And believe me, babe, you haven’t really tried everything yet.”

She spent the span of a red light staring coldly at Lisa’s graceful body. The curve of her slim, round hips. The ripe swell of her full little tit. What she could see of her face, the rich red corner of her pouty mouth, the artfully traced and tinted corner of her eye.

“That’s too bad, hon. What a hell of a waste of talent.” She pulled away when the light went green, speculatively raked her companion’s body one last time.

“What are you going to do after the dust clears? And it will, you know. You won’t do any time. The papers’ll give you your thirty seconds of fame, and things’ll settle down after a while. But what about you? Where will you go? What will you do?”

Lisa shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. That’s not the point anymore.”

“What is the point?”

“I don’t know. I just know it’s not what I thought it was. It’s never been what I thought it was.” She’d tried to do what They told her. She’d failed. She’d tried to set up her own system. It’d turned out to be just as full of lies as Theirs.

Trotter stopped the car in front of the building housing what was left of Paul Twilley. “Why the morgue, Cole? Why the fuck do you want to do this to yourself? It’s not necessary.”

“Maybe not. But unless I do it, I’m afraid I’ll change my mind someday. It won’t be real anymore. I’ll forget. I’ll only remember the good parts. What it felt like to clutch a hundred bucks in my fist while some stranger’s cock split my cunt. And that’s not what it’s really about. That’s only part of the truth.”

She nodded toward the doors. “There’s another part in the basement, in a cooler, wearing a toe-tag. And there are other parts I don’t even know about yet.”

Trotter’s smile was icy. “At least there’s something we agree on.”

She did puke, later. She’d known she might. Fuck, maybe she wanted to vomit as much out of herself as she could. Maybe she wanted to feel drained, bleached as clean as she could get.

Then, it was off to an appointment with the homicide boys. Trotter had run away to make ass-covering phone calls, no doubt. That was just as well. She needed to do this on her own. They’d kissed goodbye in the elevator.

“Will you come by tonight?” Trotter had asked, still slightly cool, despite the knee pressed firmly between Lisa’s thighs.

“You’re sure that’s smart? Risking being seen with me?” Lisa moaned.

“You’ll be discreet. Come in the back way.”

“Yes. I’m not going to want to be alone after this. Have some decent wine chilled? And be ready to fuck my brains out.”

It went better than she’d expected. The two dicks on the case, Rogers and Brandt, stayed polite throughout, kept their questions and comments civil and to the point. She saw their anger and outrage, though. Not because she’d been a whore, but because she was hurting the Force. She’d tarnished her badge, the same one they wore.

They didn’t take it from her, of course. Neither did Captain Sloan. She marched straight into his office and laid it out for him, too. It was pretty mechanical by the third telling. He was shocked, then grim. He didn’t actually can her. He couldn’t, until she actually signed the statement tomorrow. But he did suspend her without pay pending a review board. They both knew how the board would find.

That night, at Ann’s place, she let her hurt and fear come out in the only way she felt strong enough to act it out. She got drunk and decadent.

Trotter laughed and broke the kiss Lisa had initiated. “Jesus. You are one horny bitch, Cole. Don’t you ever get enough?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Why? Don’t you want me?”

Ann cradled a hard little tit. “There. Does that feel good?”

Lisa arched her back, pressed into the caress. “Umm. It’s a great start.”

With her other hand, Trotter tickled a darkly stockinged thigh. “You look so soft tonight. So feminine. It makes me want to take charge, Lisa. It makes me want to dominate you.”

Lisa’s legs slowly parted. She cried out softly as the slender, wise hand stroked her upper thigh, insinuated itself upward. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please. Do whatever you want to me. Tell me what to do, Ann.”

Submission was exactly what she’d been craving. She wanted to relax, to not have any responsibilities at all other than to follow very explicit orders. Lick pussy, suck tit, lay still, bodrum escort roll over. It would make life so simple, make all the day’s horrors and uncertainties vanish.

That was exactly the sort of release she craved after ruining both her careers. To have no worries for a while. No fears. To escape. To not have to be strong, just for the night.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her cunt suddenly sodden, even though no fingers had petted it. “Hurry. Please.”

Trotter shook her head soberly. “No good, babe.”

“Ann, please. I need -“

“I know what you need. I know even better than you do, slut. Don’t I, you cheap whore? You’re going to do whatever I tell you, right?”

Lisa began to protest, began to let her hole chase the hand that was so maddeningly close. She bit her lips, made tight fists. More than she wanted immediate gratification, she wanted the other more. The helplessness. The infantile dependency. “Yes. Whatever you say.”

“That’s the idea. I’ve had all afternoon to think about it. I made some phone calls. We’re going to have a little going away party.”

She groaned. “Ann, I don’t think I’m up for -“

“I’m talking a real party, whore. I’m going to see to it you get so thoroughly fucked tonight that you’ll never want to turn another trick as long as you live. Put down that glass, wipe that insipid grin off your face, and go take a fucking bath.”

She did as she was told, trying to imagine exactly what was up. All her regular johns? A train of tricks some of the street girls put together?

By the time the bath was draining, her nipples had been tweaked to full extension and her pussy lips were red from rubbing. She scraped the rough towel over herself more thoroughly than necessary.

Trotter had an absolutely scandalous outfit laid out for her. A black lace bustier, webbed down the gaping front, would cradle her tits, not hide them. Its garters would support her hose. The crotchless g-string panties left everything important exposed. The fingerless lace opera gloves were something new. No skirt. No blouse. Just stiletto heeled sandals.

She didn’t ask, didn’t protest, just dressed. Trotter examined her, adjusted the garters and tits to suit herself, then ordered her to the vanity to be made up.

Lisa did nothing but watch and wonder. Watch the consummate whore’s face her lover was creating, plastering her face with too much of everything. And wonder at the anger, the barely contained rage she did it with. Even through Lisa’ building lust, it didn’t feel right. It was more than part of the game. It hadn’t been like this before. She wasn’t at all sure she liked it, but did nothing to break the spell the vast space inside her cunt was weaving over her judgment.

She stared raptly into the mirror, watched her face bloom with wicked color. Her sultry lids turned deep grey and silver all the way to her penciled brows and temples. Her lashes became black, long and thick and brittle. Their roots were traced with a black tinged with blue, making her azure eyes glow darkly.

The pores of her face vanished under foundation and powder. Her high cheekbones were unnaturally flushed above the artificially pallid perfection of her skin. The contours of her nose and chin had been visibly shaded. Her lips burned with her most treasured deep scarlet lipstick. Her mouth had been reshaped by a false outline, the color so thickly applied and so heavily glossed that no texture showed through. Her lips looked as slick as molten glass, and that hot.

“And you’ll keep them that way, you fucking worthless cunt. Every time you smoke a cigarette or take a drink, or swallow a cock, you be damned sure your mouth is fucking perfect. Understand?”

“Yes, mam.”

“Every time you fuck up and forget, you get three lashes with this.” She slapped her leg with a short whip. It was soft, but hurt like hell. Lisa should know. It was hers. She’d both used and felt it before. She hated it, and Ann read it by her visible cringe. Why the threat of real punishment? Was she really still that mad?

“I won’t forget. I promise.”

“We’ll see. Now, to make sure you stay in here without peeking until I’m ready for you to come out, I’m going to tie you to the bed. Lay down.”

Lisa’s fears were again lost in a hollow rush of need. She spread herself, her haunted eyes locked on the overhead mirror as the padded restraints were fastened around her wrists and ankles. They were hers, too. Had Ann broken into her car and lifted them? It didn’t matter. They felt perfect, gripping her, stretching her, displaying her. She was a doll, a grotesque Barbie. Her nipples bulged, strained toward the ceiling. Her cunt steadily oozed fluids. Her parted, panting, gleaming lips said she was on the brink of orgasm. And they didn’t lie. But there was no blindfold. And Ann, instead of fucking her with the huge dildo laying on the floor, left and closed the door.

It was all different, all new. She’d never been bound and left alone. She’d never looked like this, not even at her most alanya escort wild. Never felt like this, so fucking turned on it was insane, and unable to do a damned thing about it. It was torturous. It was cruel and heartless.

And she loved it. Everything about it was perfect. The way her crimson mandarin nails hooked over the palms of her gloves, and her matching toes peeked through the impossibly tall shoes. The way the seams of the hose twisted gracefully as she turned her legs, admiring their beautiful shape. It was all absolutely ideal. She recognized, after a time, that this was what she’d always had in mind, how she always dreamed she should look. It wasn’t who she was. It was who she craved to become with all her heart and soul. In a way, it truly was her soul made visible.

Ann must be trying to show her this about herself. That was why she was mad. Because Lisa had been blind to something she should know about. Something vital. Seeing herself this way changed everything. How could she ever stop being this, now that she’d finally seen it?

She was still enraptured, her vision so powerful that it kept her right on the edge of a stupendous orgasm, when she faintly heard the doorbell the first time. A few minutes later, there was a distant knock. The guests were arriving. She could hear the confused murmur of deliberately lowered voices.

Soon They would come for her. Come to look at her. Come to fuck her in every hole, all at once. It wasn’t important who They were, as long as there were enough. It had to go on and on. She didn’t care about anything beyond the realm of cocks and holes. Until she recognized, through the deafening din of her fantasies, a particular laugh.

Captain Wilson’s laugh.

Then, other voices became clear enough to recognize. Ann’s, of course. But, wasn’t that Chandler, from the old precinct? And Riley and Donovan, the inseparable duo in Vice?

Her panic and denial rose sluggishly through the clinging fog of her transcendent lust. No. It couldn’t be. Ann wouldn’t do that to her.

The shrill cackle of that asshole Deputy Chief Walters’ distinctive giggle shattered her refusal to face the facts.

That’s exactly what Ann had done. Her peers. Her superiors. They were all out there. Soon, Ann was going to lead them through the door, show them who Lisa Cole really was.

She fought lethargically. She had to escape, snap or stretch the thick, soft ropes enough to wriggle free. It was hopeless. She knew from experience they were stronger than they looked, not mere props. All she succeeded in doing was wrinkling the bedspread.

Before the totality of the humiliation to come really registered, brought with it a desperate anguish and hysterical tears, the door swung open. Ann stepped through, smiling harshly, raking her with cold eyes.

“Well, well. The little slut’s figured out what’s going on. She’s not as brainless as she looks, guys. Come on in. Say hi to the guest of honor.”

Men began filing through the door. She knew them all. She’d worked beside them, heard their briefings or seen them pass through on their way to Wilson or Sloan’s office. And they were staring hungrily and mockingly and pityingly and hatefully at her totally exposed self, painted and garbed like the Princess of Whores. They were all going to fuck her. She knew it by the look in their eyes as much as the bulges in their pants. They were going to gang rape her. And there was nothing in heaven or hell she could do to stop it.

“The sloppy cunt’s chewed her lipstick guys. Can you believe it? She’s in love with her mouth, you know. Know how many different red lipstick’s she’s collected. Forty-four. Right, Lisa?”

It was really forty-nine. Five more had come in the mail the day before. But she couldn’t speak.

“I told her what’d happen if she did that without fixing it. Told her I’d use the whip on her. God she hates that. Loves to dish it out, but can’t take it.”

That drew a low chuckle from some of the audience. Most, though, seemed not to have heard Trotter. Their unwavering stares hurt. She’d never been looked at this way. The eyes bruised her tits with their collective weight, sank into her cunt like an invisible cock. But the pain was subtle, just as subtle as the discomfort of chains after wearing them for a while.

And, like that, it easily became pleasure. The lash fell across her thighs. Lisa felt a hard squeeze somewhere within her cervix. A second blow fell, across her stomach. The knot opened, bloomed like a night flower. They might hate her and pity her, but they’d fuck her anyway. The third blast of searing pain came from her tits. The black blossom became all there was. She plunged into its core with a shrill scream. She was nothing like any of them had ever seen before.

“Here, whore. Let Annie fix your lipstick for you. Hold still. I know the brush tickles. That’s a good girl. You want to be sexy for the boys, don’t you? I thought so.” Aside. “Look at this, fellas. The slut’s having an orgasm. I told you she’d be glad you all came.”

They started fucking her soon after shooting a couple of rolls of film of her. Nobody’d ever done that before. Ann held up mirrors so she could always see exactly what the lens was seeing. They were capturing her there. They were trapping her, freezing her as she was at this moment. They were making her real. For all time, that’s the way she’d be.

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The Gulfstream G150 jet swiftly made its way across the twilight skies. Its cabin was business-like with high backed leather chairs, flat screen monitors, desks and tables of varying sizes. Everything a titan of industry could require in his travels.

But on this flight, the interior lights were largely dimmed and only a solitary passenger was aboard. She sat in the black leather chair and looked out the window as the last rays of sunlight began to disappear. She sipped ginger ale from glasses imprinted with the company logo and then looked down at a copy of Business Week magazine that had been left aboard. Amidst the cover’s headlines was one that caught her eye.

“America’s Ghost Towns: The Next Land Boom?”

She idly began to flip through the issue until she saw the story. It was definitely about towns that had largely been abandoned by industry, were slowly dying, but ripe for new business opportunities.

One photo and its caption made her stop.

“I know this town.” She said quietly to herself.

Rocky Hill, Texas was an oddity in so many ways. No one could recall how a town could be called Rocky Hill when there were no hills and few rocks. It was largely flat and dusty. At the end of one street was the Super Chief Café, named for the famous transcontinental train that used to stop in town on its way to or from the west coast and open 24 hours. Billy Bob Hutchinson, its owner, had wisely added a Texaco gas station next to the café, cashing in on a fuel they sold called Super Chief. When the Super Chief train made its last run, he kept the station/café open even with the diminishing business. It made for a yearly write off on his income taxes, nothing more. The locals had taken to calling it “the Super Cheap Café”.

A solitary girl walked the empty streets to her waitress shift at the café. She was short with thick black hair that she’d tie back when on duty. She wore a light blue uniform that felt tight on her body at times. It had belonged to a previous employee who wasn’t as “blessed” in certain areas as the current owner was.

Her name was Laura.

Though she usually worked a variety of shifts at the café, more often than not she got the overnight shift where the clientele consisted of the occasional long haul trucker on their way to Dallas or further west looking for an extra bit of coffee to keep them going for 100 more miles, or line workers for the phone company. But for the most part, she was on her own listening to the radio and wondering what was down the road that led out of town, to the Interstate highway, to parts unknown.

By 11 PM, the café had seen the last of its regulars and she’d be on her own until the early morning breakfast crowd arrived. To say things were quiet was putting it mildly. She leaned against the counter trying to decide how to spend the next few hours. All the dishes had been washed by the previous shift, the coffee was brewed.

But this uniform was just too damn tight and wearing a bra underneath probably didn’t help matters either. She took a look around the empty café and then outside the front door, nobody in sight, good. She immediately unbuttoned the front of her uniform and unlatched her bra, the rush of “being free” as it were felt great. She doubted anybody would care if she kept it off. Hell, she could probably do her shift totally naked and it wouldn’t make any difference, it was so slow tonight. And a gentle night time breeze felt wonderful on her breasts.

Good sense prevailed and she quickly re-buttoned her uniform.

She got a coffee for herself and sat outside and took in the quiet night air. In the distance she saw headlights far off down the main road. But they seemed to be taking a long time to get closer.

The headlights she’d seen belonged to a sputtering VW van that pulled into the parking lot. It was smoking out of the back end. Its driver quickly got out and opened up the back, quickly being engulfed in smoke and steam.

“Are you OK?” she called to him

He waved off the smoke

“Yes, I think it’s an oil leak. You don’t have a mechanic round here, do you?”

“Not until the morning.” Laura said as she walked over.

“Well, guess I’m stuck here. Is there someplace I could park until the morning?”

“Sure, over there by the sign.” she said pointing to the weathered Texaco sign.

“Good enough.” He said “Oh, I’m John.”

“Laura.” She said as they shook hands “Park your van and I can get you some coffee, maybe a burger?”

“That’ll be perfect. I’ve been on the road for a long time.”

John eagerly dug into a cheeseburger and fries.

“Where are you heading?” Laura asked

“California, a friend of mine has a house there he’s restoring and he needs all the help he can get.”

“Wow, I’d love to go out there. It must be nice.”

“Uh-huh, the house is a big one too.” He said as he took another sip of coffee “How long have you lived here?”

“Too long.”

“So…what keeps you here?” he asked inquisitively “You never wondered what’s out there?”

Laura thought long and hard kocaeli escort for an answer

“I don’t know, not much, I guess. Not much opportunities here so I guess I’m stuck.”

“Could you leave if you wanted to?”

“You mean, like, move out of state?”

John nodded

“No, I-I couldn’t” she said hesitantly “My Aunt still lives here and she’d be lonely.”

Laura knew that was a dumb answer. Her Aunt Rosie was something of a character in town and anything but lonely. She and Billy Bob had had a fling years ago and she believed he’d leave the café’ to her if he died, then she could cash in on the property and sell it. The gossip in town had been that oil speculators had been in the area a few times so she figured it was only a matter of time before he went to that “goldmine in the sky” as it were, and whatever riches lay under the cafe` would be hers.

“You’re right, it’s tough leaving family behind.” John said as he finished the last bit of the burger “Well, I’m gonna get some sleep.”

“Where?”

“Oh, in my van, it’s kind cool. You wanna see it?”

Laura thought for a minute

“Um…OK.”

The side door of the VW slid open revealing a mattress that seemed custom-fitted to the dimensions of the van. He had some thick pillows and blankets scattered around. A makeshift curtain stretched around the windows and effectively dimmed the inside. Multicolored Christmas lights were around the top and small speakers were mounted in the corners.

“Hey, this is kinda neat!” Laura said as she looked in

“Yeah, I got a friend back home who’s a whiz at engineering stuff like this. I wish he’d worked his magic on the engine.”

“Can you fix it?”

“Probably, it’s gotten me this far, I don’t see why it won’t go all the way.”

Go all the way.

It had been awhile since she’d heard those words, even when innocently used like now. Laura knew she had a killer body, though it embarrassed her sometimes. Auntie Rose said otherwise and she should know. In her younger days she’d worked the burlesque circuit around Texas. It was how she’d met Billy Bob and several other men whose status was known by the size of their hats and the age of their Cadillac’s. Not to mention the size of their wallets. Other than some unmemorable encounters in the back of Junior Murphy’s pickup, Laura’s love life wasn’t much to speak of. But she had ways of relieving whatever romantic longings she might have. Auntie Rose had a shower massager installed some time back, supposedly for “medical reasons”. While Rose slept off whatever excesses she’d had from the night before, Laura secretly enjoyed some long showers, the massager between her legs.

John climbed inside and pulled out a small metal box.

“Feel like a smoke?” he asked

“Is that, um…” she asked hesitantly

“Uh-huh, it’s grass.”

“You better not, the sheriff sometimes stops by to check in on me.”

“Oh, got it.” He quickly hid the box under some clothing “I’ve got some regular cigarettes.”

“That’s OK, I don’t smoke.”

“Then…what do you do?” he asked as he leaned against the door frame, one leg on the ground the other propped up on the van’s floor boards. And a look of temptation on his face

Laura wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Um…I don’t…I don’t really know.” she said with a bashful smile. She knew he was smiling back at her.

She also knew she was attracted to him, how different he was from anyone else she saw, what he seemed to represent.

It was only a matter of how to deal with the attraction she had to this stranger in town.

Just then, she saw the headlights of a patrol car as it pulled up to the cafe`. Out of it climbed Sheriff Taylor. He’d been Sheriff for as long as anyone could remember. According to him, he’d once survived a gunfight with Bonnie & Clyde and followed Steve McQueen across 2 counties until the legendary speed loving actor, the “king of cool” finally gave up, amazed that anyone would try to chase him on the wide open Texas roads for just a broken tail light.

“Evenin’ Miss Laura, how’s business tonight?” he asked as he approached the pair.

“Same as always” she replied before quickly adding “Oh! This is John, his van broke down and he’s gonna camp out here, just for the night.”

“Is that a fact?” he said as he looked him over “Where you headed, son?”

“California, I need to fix a couple of things on the van, I’ll be leaving in the morning, sir.”

“Uh-huh…you do that.” he said with just enough authority to be sure his message was heard clearly by the young traveler “Laura, how ’bout some coffee and a bit of pie?” he said to her while still sizing up the young traveler.

“Yes sir!” she replied as the two went into the cafe`.

His coffee and pie fix satiated, Sheriff Taylor loosened his belt a little as he stood up.

“You be sure to let me know if there’s any trouble…you know where the alarm button is, right?” he said as he looked back at John’s van, its lights off and curtains kuşadası escort drawn.

“I’ll be fine, Sheriff, you know that.” she said confidently

“Uh-huh…just remember what I said.”

As Sheriff Taylor’s police car pulled away, she looked out the main window at the van parked under the lighted sign and hoped that John might feel the need to come in for one more cup of coffee. But it seemed like the road had caught up to him and she was pretty much alone for another hour or two.

Like clockwork, the morning breakfast rush began. But to her dismay, Charlie the morning cook hadn’t arrived, and she was forced into panic mode trying to get things done. She was quickly overwhelmed and worried.

“Where the fuck is Charlie?” she yelled as she tried to be short order cook and waitress at the same time.

The cups of coffee were quickly piling up and the blue collar guys were getting impatient when to her surprise she heard a bell ding behind her.

“Scrambled eggs and bacon, ready to go!” she heard

It didn’t sound like Charlie’s voice.

Then another ding

“Pancakes and sausage, ready!”

She tried not to look curious as she made her way to the small window where orders were picked up. She grabbed both plates, then looked inside.

John was manning the stove and balancing multiple orders, looking like he’d been doing it for years, utensils skillfully flying in all the right directions. He even wore the greasy apron Charlie usually wore.

But he certainly looked a lot better in it than Charlie ever did.

“Hey, Laura!” a voice yelled “Where’s my breakfast?”

“Right! Comin’ up!” she yelled happily

The bell dinged every few minutes and John’s voice could be heard calling out multiple orders that were ready. And Laura suddenly became Ms. Efficiency as she grabbed plate after plate and order after order.

Pretty soon, the breakfast crowd was on its way and a few generous tips had found their way into her pocket. It was at that moment that Charlie the cook stumbled inside.

“Am I early?” he asked through bleary eyes.

Laura looked at him with an exhausted smile

“No, not really.” she said as she punched out.

As she passed the garage, she could see John’s van up on the service bay’s hydraulic lift. He saw her walk by then ran out after her.

“Hey! Pretty busy in there, huh?” he said as he caught up to her.

“Yes, it was…so where’d you learn to cook anyway?”

“Oh, here and there.” he said as they walked together “I might be stuck here awhile, your mechanic has to go to some parts depot for what I need on the van.”

“So…where will you stay?”

“Wherever the van’s parked, I guess.”

“And what about money?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you, um, do you need an extra cook? Just for the morning’s and all? I figure it’s only right since you let me park there and I’ll need the cash for the road. I figure I should do something to repay you.”

“Um, let me ask the owner.”

“Cool!” he said happily “I’ll see you later.”

Laura watched him closely as he ran back to the garage. She found herself staring as he removed his t-shirt and guzzled water from a hose before dumping some over his head and shaking his brown hair like a playful dog would.

She made her way back to the large house she shared with Auntie Rose, all the time thinking about John, how good he looked and the connection they seemed to make. There was no doubt in her mind what she wanted to do, it was just a question of how and when.

The Texas heat was already starting to rear its ugly head. But Auntie Rose wasn’t home yet, good, she thought. She trotted up the stairs of the old house to her room and immediately stripped naked. She felt much cooler and freer with her clothes off. In the large antique mirror she caught a glimpse of her naked body. Her tits were large, alright, and she struck a model’s pose, then a stripper’s pose. It had been a long time since she’d looked at herself this way, but then John wasn’t around last time was he?

She could be in Playboy with a body like hers, nice breasts, dark pussy hair and a cute ass. What would John think? She touched her tits a little, then teased the nipples. A nice tingly feeling went throughout her body. She smiled to herself now. Hand went between her legs and she felt her pussy, it was getting wetter with every touch of her finger. She lay back on her bed and continued to softly touch herself.

How good it felt.

Just then she heard a knock on the door downstairs.

“Who could that be?” she wondered to herself

She quickly grabbed a robe and went downstairs.

Peering inside the screen door was John.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” she said with surprise “How did you know where I live?”

“Oh, a great bit of luck.” he replied

“Come on in.” she said, trying to keep the robe closed as she quickly looked outside.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something.” he said as he noticed the robe

“Uh, marmaris escort no…I was just, uh, gonna take a bath and relax.”

“Oh, I can leave if-“

“No!” she said excitedly, then in a calmer tone said “No, it can, um, wait. What was this bit of luck you got?”

“Oh, yeah…the guy that owns the cafe` came to the garage just after you left and he said I could take over as the morning cook until my van’s fixed. He said some guy named Charlie needs to dry out or something.”

“Cool!” she said, then realized what that meant “How long would that be?”

“Might be ready tomorrow, the mechanic is going to a parts depot in the next town.”

Her heart sank, she realized it was now or never.

“Then…we don’t have a lot of time do we?” she said looking up at him with a bashful smile.

“No…we don’t.” he replied with the same kind of look

Laura hesitantly let the robe fall open and onto the hardwood floor, she was naked in front of this man she’d only met the night before. He began to smile, as did she. He bent down slightly and kissed her lips, she did the same.

“That f-felt good.” she said in a soft voice

John nodded

“Come on…” she said as she took his hand.

Their slow walk turned into a run up the stairs.

Once in her room she quickly stripped him naked and loved it when she saw his dick was already erect.

“You’re ready for action, I guess.”

“So are you.” he replied

“How can you tell?”

“Never seen a girl strip me so fast.”

“I’m horny, that’s why!” she laughed as she led him to her bed

Laura spread her legs wide and John knelt between them. She felt his tongue enter her wet pussy, it felt so good she gleefully let herself go and let out a series of gasps and moans the more he licked her to a stunning climax.

Thankfully, there was much more. John’s dick entered her and she wrapped her legs around him and felt his ass as he fucked her.

The room echoed with the sounds of their passion. Laura had never felt so good and she let him know with her moans and gasps until she could no longer resist the temptation;

“John….oh god oh god….FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she yelled as her fingers dug into his muscular back.

It did the trick!

John groaned loudly and his dick exploded into her pussy making him collapse onto her. They were both breathing heavily, but holding each other close.

“Damn…th-th-that was fuckin’ wild!” He gasped

“I feel wonderful.” Laura replied adding in a kiss

No one had made her feel this good.

They dozed for awhile until Laura heard the door open downstairs.

“Laura, honey? You home?”

It was her Aunt Rose.

Laura tried not to disturb John as she quickly got out of bed and frantically looked for her robe, then remembered it was on the floor downstairs. She quickly found a t-shirt and some cutoff shorts and went back downstairs.

“Laura, what’s this doing here?” Rose asked as she held the robe Laura had been wearing earlier

“Oh, uh, it must’ve fallen when I was bringing laundry upstairs.” she quickly replied

Rose didn’t seem to believe her, but shook her head as she walked away. Laura breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly went back upstairs where John was starting to dress.

“Good, we need to get you out of here. I don’t think my Aunt would understand if she saw you here.” she said

“Uh, OK” he said “I can walk back to town.”

“No, no…um, let me see if I can borrow her car. Wait here.”

Laura crept back downstairs and spotted Rose’s car keys on a table by the door.

“I’m borrowing the car, Rose!” she yelled, then looked up at the top of the stairs where John stood waiting. She beckoned him with her hand and he dashed down the stairs and followed her out the door before Rose could reply.

She felt so naughty as they made their escape like outlaws, laughing amidst the dust kicked up as they headed down the main road in the old Cadillac convertible.

“You do this a lot?” John said laughingly

“Sometimes…” she replied, adding a naughty smile for effect.

Laura pulled off onto a side road that led to a wide open field. The Caddy thundered to a stop and they looked at each other. They immediately embraced and kissed deeply. She straddled his lap and pulled her shirt off, making his eyes widen as she pulled him in close and overwhelmed him with her tits. His hands were all over them again and she could feel a tingling in her crotch and hardness under his jeans. She threw her head back and let the wonderful feeling come over her.

John was loving it too, he reached for the door handle and they tumbled out of the Caddy. Still laughing, Laura saw John reach for the zipper of his jeans, she had an excited look on his face as his pants dropped and his hard dick was before her.

Dutifully she was on her knees, taking all of his manhood into her mouth. This was so much different than the times with Junior, this time she was ready and willing. She loved hearing John’s little groans and breaths as she sucked his dick, letting her tongue and lips go everywhere possible.

John pulled her to her feet and she promptly yanked off her pants as he kicked off his jeans. They embraced and his hands felt her ass. She loved the feel of his hands there, his hard dick poking at her pussy. Her moans and breaths were so erotic, so real.

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