Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3, Testing…

By DDDDave

“Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking”

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Sitting on my favorite bench I watched as college cuties paraded by. Short skirts, tight shorts, cut off tee shirts, skin tight knit tube tops. All the girls were wearing sexy clothes to class. And none of them seemed to be sporting anything smaller than a D-cup. And that particular girl was under five feet tall and those beauties jutted from her chest as if rocket propelled!

I love watching women parading proudly in public, showing off all that they have to offer. I’d never seen so much quivering, jiggling, bobbing, jostling and generalized movement under blouses, sweaters and crop tops than I had in the past weeks. And there was more than exhibitionism going on. We were experiencing a return to the days of free love that I had heard so much about.

I’d had my share of hot women in the past couple of months. Alice and Jillian had been only the beginning. I had had randy, enthusiastic sex with over half a dozen women. It seemed that there was a steady stream of willing eager, well built women looking to share their bodies with me. And those bodies, with out fail, were stacked! It was amazing! And the women on campus were still changing. Inches were being added here and subtracted there. It all added up to having the average bra sale in town rise from a B cup to a D cup! And Double D’s were catching up fast!

And I was also changing. The nerd was history. I was now a fit, mid-twenties stud. I had a six pack. A constantly rampant dick that stretched over 9 inches when hard. And that stretched every cunt it penetrated since it was over 3 and 1/2 inches thick. I’d never had a complaint from the women I’d fucked. They all seemed to love it!

I was enjoying life!

Sitting on that bench, I felt something odd, like a subtle dimming of the light. There was no outward change. The sun continued to shine brightly. It was as if a filter had come between me and the rest of the world.

“Hows it going, sport?” It was The Presence, back again.

“Really, really well, thanks,” I replied.

“So glad to hear it”, there was a tinge of something in It’s voice.

“What brings you around,” I asked.

“Well, its a little embarrassing, sport”.

“Don’t shilly-shally, get to the point,” no way to address a God but I hoped he would get to the point and leave me alone. Things were going so well. I was afraid it might get screwed up. Messing with Gods can get you in trouble!

“Well, I made a little bet with another of my peers. You know, for fun.” He really did sound apologetic.

“I guess that I’m somehow involved in this little bet?” I hazarded.

“Well, yes, sport, you are. So you are going to be tested in the next couple of days. Now don’t worry,” he hastened to add, “nothing bad is going to happen to you, it’s just a little game. And I’ll be backing you up, helping out, so to speak. You have nothing to worry about. Just play along and don’t freak out. Everything, you that is, will be fine!”

I wondered what was really happening. But I knew that there was nothing I could do about it now.

I was about to ask further when the filter lifted and I was once again along with my thoughts and my girl-watching.

Two days later I got a notice from the administration. One of the more generous alumni was thinking about endowing a chair in ancient and comparative religions. He wanted to interview me as a potential recipient.

On the appointed day Mrs. Anderson, that mountain of a woman, barely acknowledged me while directing me to meet our benefactor at the Chancellors’.

So Wilbur “Will” Brubaker and his wife met me in the Chancellor’s office for the interview. He was about what I expected. Over weight, pompous and older. His wife was not expected.

Apparently many, many, years younger than her husband, Mrs. Barbra Brubaker was obviously a trophy wife. And what a trophy! Over six feet tall even without the stiletto heels she was wearing, she towered over her husband. Even with the co-eds getting hotter and hotter thanks to The Presence, this was a spectacular specimen! It took all my concentration to remember that her husband was even in the room!

Her riot of blonde hair cascaded midway down her back. It contrasted with the skin tight, black knit dress she wore. Her minuscule waist was emphasized by a white belt, four inches wide. The hem ended almost equidistant between her hips and her knees. The fabric clung desperately to her unbelievable curves. A zipper strained to hold the halves of the top together over a pair of enormous bowls of flesh that powered outward obscenely. Her hips flared dramatically below that tiny waist. Her lips were plush pleasure pillows, her expertly applied make up emphasized sultry brown eyes behind long sweeping eye lashes.

They sat on the sofa while I occupied an arm chair across the coffee kartal escort bayan table from them. Mrs. Brubaker made a production of crossing her mile long legs while smiling benignly at me. I made a point of not glancing at her legs. I was sure that there was more thigh being exposed than would be good for my libido to admire.

None the less I felt a stirring in my loins. This was not going to be an easy afternoon to get thru.

It got no easier. Mr. Brubaker launched into a long, drawn out explanation of how he had amassed his wealth and how he intended to improve things at The Institute of Technology and Science. He was a very long winded, pompous individual.

As he yammered on and on, Mrs. Brubaker recrossed her legs several times. I could not help but notice that each time she did there was more and more toned, tanned thigh on display. I caught her smiling at me when she noticed I was glancing at those legs. There was a flicker of amusement in her smirk, a devilish look of enjoyment in the way she was drawing my attention. She arched her eyebrow at me while favoring me with a dazzling smile.

Despite my best intentions I found I was giving more focus to the remarkable Mrs. Brubaker and her amazing pulchritude than to Mr. Brubaker with his amazingly dull tale of business success.

She arched her back. She crossed her legs. Ever time she fidgeted she flaunted her amazing figure. She accentuated her bosom, pushing her chest toward me. Arching her back to emphasize how outlandish her figure was. Those tits just seemed determined to gain their freedom from behind the stretched knit fabric!

Still, it took me by surprise when she caught my eye and winked at me!

Pursing her lips at me she pulled down her zipper a few inches to reveal her creamy, lightly tanned upper chest. The beginnings of what I was sure was a spectacular cleavage bulged into sight. She glanced up at me from under her eyelashes with a small grin. Her push-up bra was forcing crescents of bosom into the opening,

Watching for my reaction she hunched her shoulders pressing her biceps against the outer curve of her bosom. The zipper strained to control all that was behind it but was forced down another inch or two by the pressure from her straining mammary mounds. She licked her lips while keeping eye contact with me.

Paying no attention to her husband she grinned at me and pulled down the zipper to expose several more inches of her cleavage. She had gone from fully covered to serious decolletage in moments! And I was watching every second of it. Mr. Brubaker didn’t seem to even notice what was happening right next to him!

I was becoming a little uncomfortable. My dick was hardening, making me squirm, trying to find a position that didn’t cramp my crotch. Mrs. Brubaker saw my reaction to her teasing and it served to increase her efforts!

Smirking she leaned forward a bit, reached up with both hands and cupped her melons. They were much more than a single handful! She remained leaning toward me while she shook and plumped her mounds, forcing more and more flesh from behind her dress. Her zipper slid down even further. A sliver of perfect pink aureola was revealed on each side while larger and larger amounts of breast flesh came out to show off. Her zipper pull was just a bit lower than the mid-point of her breasts marked by the pointed nipples that stood at attention.

Almost a quarter of each massive, solid breast was exposed. They were huge! They were perfect! Jutting forward from her chest each boob seemed to yearn for freedom. Her nipples were obvious, making dents in the fabric as she squeezed, pinched and stroked herself. Her eyes were locked on mine while she flaunted herself for my enjoyment right in front of her husband!

Who continued to seem oblivious to what was happening?

It finally got to the point that I had to do something. Reaching down I adjusted my cock so that it was pointing down my pant leg, not folded in half in my crotch or pushing up under my shirt.

Mrs. Brubaker’s eyes locked on to my thigh. The thick tube of my half erect cock was obvious. And it captured her attention! She licked her lips again while staring at my lap.

Figuring I was in for a penny, I decided to be in for a pound. I slowly ran my hand up from my crotch to the head of my dick. In response it grew another inch or two. Her eyes widened as she watched my expansion.

Mrs. Brubaker quickly smiled at me and then returned her attention to my lap. Her hands continued to massage her partially exposed bosom while I watched.

“What are you doing, young man?” asked Mr. Brubaker. He apparently had become aware of the interplay between his wife and I.

“Oh, do shut up, Will,” she demanded while looking me in the eye. “Young man, do you think you have a big dick?”

“Yes. Yes I do,” I replied. No one would call a nine inch long cock small!

“Hmph,” she snorted. “I doubt maltepe escort bayan it. But go ahead, show me!”

“Barbra, please!” We both glanced at the old man.

“Shut up!” she barked. “You know the rules! Now pipe down!”

Without thought I had stood up and was now standing in front of Mrs. Brubaker.

“Sir, I protest!” he sputtered.

“Shut up!” I responded. “Sit there and watch or get out!”

I have no idea where the nerve came from. I was unbuckling and unzipping while speaking to the fat old idiot.

My dick was still not completely erect but it was solid enough that when I slapped Mrs. Brubaker cheek it made a satisfying thud. A smear of pre-cum was left behind as I slid the head of my dick to the other side of her face.

I let go of my cock as I pushed my pants down to my ankles. Her hand rose, almost unbidden, to collect my precum. Rather than wipe it off, she took it to her mouth and licked it off. Her tongue flickered out to make sure she got it all. All the time her eyes were on mine.

I smiled down at her, ignoring her spluttering husband.

I smeared my dick head against her lips. She turned her head away avoiding my dick head but at the same time allowing my long, hardening dick’s shaft to push across her lips. It looked so good, forcing her lips apart, scraping across her teeth. As I pushed my hips toward her my cock seemed to expand, growing longer and thicker every second.

When I pulled back from her, my dick, still not completely hard, hung at least twelve inches in front of me! I don’t know why I didn’t freak out. I was inched longer than I had ever been. Some how, it seemed to make sense.

Grabbing her by the hair I forced her to face me. I pressed my cock against her lips. She tried to keep her lips together but I was able to press against her teeth.

Smiling down into her eyes, I jiggled my dick against her mouth. Slowly her teeth parted. She took the head of my dick and I could feel her tongue as it wiggled and probed the slit seeking precum. My dick head filled her mouth. She could only just get her lips over the edge of my glans. She was looking up at me, her eyes starting to droop closed in pleasure as she savored the heat and texture of the cock head she was working on.

She began to move her head. Slowly, back and forth, soft whimpering sounds coming from her as she slid further and further. Soon enough she was taking almost nine inches at a time. And there was still more! I watched, trying to not freak out as my dick lengthened and thickened as she worked! Longer, thicker, more massive. Even my balls were growing apace as Mrs. Brubaker took more and more rock hard cock into her throat.

Her hands had been playing with her tits as she had worked but now they came up and held my dick steady as she took more and more hard cock.

I pulled away, as my cock popped out of her mouth with a wet slurping sound, she moaned and looked up at me.

“Well? Do I have a big dick?”

“Oh, yeah, you do! I wasn’t sure at first. But this has to be almost sixteen inches long!” she exulted. “I love big, hard dicks. And this is a REALLY big cock!” Her hands were caressing the entire sixteen inch length as it quivered in front of me. “I love a hard challenge! And taking this dick to the root is going to be a challenge!”

Without another word she swanned her neck forward and took my dick head back into her mouth. Slowly, moving back and forth, she took more with each trip. Her eyes were alight with lust as she continued to force more and more of me down her throat. I could feel my dick head forcing its way thru her gullet. It was an amazing sensation! Barbra was mewling in pleasure, moaning and sobbing in time with her movements.

I put my hands on each side of her head and began to thrust forward. More and more slid down her throat. I could see the bulge my dick made in her throat as it moved up and down. She seemed to have no gag reflex at all, she was taking all that I had! My cock fur was pressed tight against her nose as she held herself tightly against me. What a cock sucker!

“I’m going to cum,” I announced.

She pulled back long enough to demand that I cum in her mouth and then she pulled the tip of my dick head between her lips.

She smirked up at me while whacking me off as fast as she could. I groaned deep in my chest as the first of many spurts of cum raced up the length of my cock and sprang out into her mouth. Again and again a pulse of dick juice jetted into her mouth.

She had to swallow finally after her mouth was over flowing with my cum. The next two ejaculations hit her closed lips and seeped down her chin to drip onto her tits, cleavage and dress.

I finally stopped cumming after giving up what seemed like half a cup of jism. Barbra scooped up the overflow from her chin and shoveled it into her mouth. Licking her lips to be sure that she had it all, she grinned up at me.

“That pendik escort bayan was great, but I hope you have more! After all, I haven’t had this big boy in my pussy yet!” She was lightly stroking my still stiff cock as she spoke. Leaning forward, she bestowed a light kiss on my dick head.

She quickly stood up and ripped off her dress. She tossed it toward her husband. It draped over him like a shroud while he sputtered and fussed. Neither I nor Barbra paid him any attention.

She forced me to sit and stood proudly while I looked her up and down. What an amazing figure she had! Even with all the amazing development the students, staff and faculty had undergone in the past months this amazing woman would have gotten all the attention in a room.

She was tall, slender at the waist and hips with an amazing pair of breasts. They were deep, wide and hugely big in a sneaky way. I mean the proportions were such that on first glance you would notice that she was really built. But upon careful inspection she was REALLY huge! They didn’t sag. They stood almost straight outward. Wider than her shoulders the nipples were rampantly erect and sat peeking upward more than a foot in front of her chest. She had no underwear!

Barbra had no need of a push up bra! Her breasts seemed to be trying to leap free from her chest.

“Now, honey, lets see if you can fuck with this giant dick!” Her concern over whether my dick was big enough seemed to have passed. Now she was licking her lips in anticipation as she stood over my knees and lined up her pussy to take my dick.

Her dripping pussy lips were almost touching my dick head even though she was standing upright. This was one gigantic cock she was about to sit on! With a moan of lust she sank down. Nothing happened. With a grunt of effort she forced herself onto the tip of my dick.

She bit her lip as she forced herself down. The cock shaft didn’t bend a bit as she put more and more of her weight behind her struggles.

Slowly, ever so slowly she began to drop down. Each inch she took elicited groans and moans of pleasure and pain. Her pussy lips were stretched so far I feared that they might split. But over the next few minutes she managed to take most of my steel stiff shaft. She pulled back, dropped down again and again.

Her amazing breasts were battering my face as she struggled to fuck herself on my erection. I reached up and ran my hands over her boobs, enjoying the texture, the heft and amazing size while she tried to take more and more. I wasn’t doing any of the work and, while it felt amazing, I didn’t feel any urge to cum yet. I figured I was getting some help from The Presence. I needed help to be able to satisfy this amazing creature!

When she was with in a few inches of the bottom I began to thrust upwards. Shrieks of pleasure poured from her as she convulsed into a massive spasm of completion. She collapsed against me as she lost control of her muscles briefly. My face was buried between her hooters as she panted and moaned.

When she recovered I was on top of her and giving her foot long strokes with my vastly thick, sixteen inch long shaft. Her tits were bouncing and shaking with the pounding I was giving her.

Seeing that she was recovered, I started to speed up. Shifting my weight from side to side I varied my strokes, coming at her from different angles. I soon had Barbra taking most of my sixteen inch dick with each stroke. The results were predictable. She crashed into an earth-shaking orgasm as i pounded the back of her womb with each stroke.

Her arms and legs snapped out to clutch me to her as her abdomen clenched in convulsions of ecstasy.

Ignoring her cries of completion, I continued to slam my hips against her. Driving my huge dick into her spasming pussy time and again.

After several more orgasms, Barbra was no longer clutching herself to me. She was lying under neath me, eyes half shut while I kept on pounding and pounding. I’ve no idea where the energy came from. I was drenched in sweat, it dripped off me onto her body only to be smeared as we rocked back and forth.

“Oh, Gods, you are the best fuck,” she yelled as I manipulated her clit and caused her to orgasm yet again. I don’t think she was really aware of what she was saying or doing. She was just sobbing and crying and groaning and moaning in a delirium of ecstasy.

Pulling back my dick snapped out of her dripping wet pussy with a liquid sound. The emptiness of her pussy roused her to look up.

“Are you done?” she wondered.

“Not hardly! I think I’ll get deeper if I turn you over,” I announced as I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her front. Her breasts crushed into the cushions and one of her arms flailed out, causing her husband to flinch out of the way. I hadn’t realized he was still there.

As I moved into position I felt an electric pulse course thru my dick. Rising up from my balls, slowly at first and then with increasing speed a tingling feeling swept from my root to my dick head. I felt my dick lurch in my grasp. As I watched in awe it grew longer. And thicker! By the time i was in place to ram my dick into her upturned, gaping, pussy I had grown another two inches in length and at least another inch in width! I was gigantic!

And, judging from the heartfelt groan, Barbra could tell.

I lay on my back. The cold metal of the small locker room bench presses into my spine, but I do not feel it. Outside, the football game rages, the shouts, cheers and occasional boos creating a constant roar. But I don’t hear it. The locker room-even if it is the girls-carries an aroma of sweat, exhaustion, and the faintest hint of soap. These smells are lost to me. Even the flickering lights, the few flies flitting in and out the open door cannot pull my eyes away. Away…from her.

She is above me, more specifically, my face. Her legs on either side of my head, her entire body writhing in pleasure as I gently support her with my hands on her hips. They urge me to move onward, craving to feel every inch of her, as if they have a mind of their own. But if I move them she may fall, and this moment would be over. I wouldn’t trade it for the world right now. Her hands on my thighs, providing herself some support, back arched at an almost impossible angle, eyes unfocused, as if she’s seeing into another world. One where the only feeling: is ecstasy. Her skirt is hiked up just enough to gaziosmanpaşa escort bayan keep from getting in the way., and her skin tight cheerleader outfit is straining against her bodies erratic movement.

She breathes in differing-sometimes aggressive-ways. Taking small, shallow breaths while small happy sounds find their way out of her. Then long, hard, oxygen deprived drags sometimes periodically marked by long moans, and punctuated with, “Oh shit” or “Fuck yeah.”

I just lay there, all my senses in bliss. Sight, sound, touch, smell. And taste. Oh my gosh the taste! I had almost forgotten. How could I? It is the fountain of youth, the elixir of life, perfection dancing on my taste buds as they stretch and scream at me for more. I eagerly do my best to appease them, delving as deep as I possibly can inside of her. If I go any further I will find my airways blocked and be unable to breathe.

I am contemplating how much air is really worth to me right now when somehow I am pulled out of my reverie by esenler escort bayan the sound of the announcer saying, “Two-minute warning!” I entertain the idea that he can see us, knows what is going on, and is trying to warn me that our time is almost up. I thank him telepathically, then breathe in deeply. To do this I must stop my work, and my presence is immediately missed. She relaxes, and her face begins to sadden with disappointment. It doesn’t last long.

When I begin anew I take no prisoners, show no mercy, and she feels it. One long moan leaves her body, expressing everything she is feeling in only a few notes. I delve deep, finding that little place on the roof of her pussy, the g-spot. I flick it with my tongue periodically, and every time I do she jolts, stiffens, and her mouth opens a bit wider. She’s close, I can feel it.

Trying something that occurred to me some time ago I wrap my tongue around her clit and wriggle the tip of my tongue as much as I can. She trembles, visibly attempting to survive this bayrampaşa escort bayan experience. I am happy my trick has worked. Continuing like this I flick her g-spot one last time, and it happens. She cums, her orgasm a tsunami of pleasure crashing down upon her. Her juices flood my mouth, the taste better than anything I’ve ever had. Outside the announcer screams, “Touchdowwwwnnnnn!!” The obvious attempt at irony from the universe amuses me to no end. Her orgasm does not stop for almost a full minute. She shakes, she stiffens, she tries to breathe through the pleasure assaulting her body, until it finally dies down and she collapses forward. I narrowly keep her from falling to the floor, and she falls asleep in my arms almost immediately.

I smile. Not wanting to wake her I gently slide myself from underneath her sweat soaked body and lay her on the bench, making sure she will not fall after I leave. Before I leave I allow myself one small pleasure and kiss her on the lips. She smiles widely, either because of me, or perhaps she enjoys her own taste as much as I do.

“Sleep well beautiful,” I whisper in her ear. The other cheerleaders will be here soon. I know many of them, and at least one will take her home. She had clearly had more than enough to drink that night, and they would never permit her to drive herself home.

As I step outside into the cool night’s breeze I direct my ears to the field ahead. From the sound of it we won. And so did I.

If you came here hoping to stroke, please move along. There’s nothing to see here, folks. It’s just a story.

*****

Up and down these past few days. Up and down. It’s always difficult trying to find the right house, a house in which you can feel at home. Especially when you are in another country, and a country that is so near geographically and yet so far away. An emerald isle across an emerald sea – even if the sea in question is more often a leaden grey colour.

So many promises; so many disappointments. One minute you’re up. Up, up, and almost away. The next you are down. As your countrymen might say, it’s an up and down world to be sure, to be sure, Seamus.

It puts one in the mind the Grand Old Duke of York. He of the ten thousand men. Marching them up to the top of the hill, and marching them down again. Before your time, of course, Seamus. Before my time, too, for that matter.

And when they were only halfway up,

They were neither up nor down.

Stairs, Seamus. This stately pile is not short of stairs, is it? The grand staircase in the centre and two more besides. A few too many stairs perhaps? O, great for making an entrance. Descending from above, like a fierce angel, to the astonishment and admiration of the elegantly-attired guests gathered in the hall below. But what about the servants? Up and down, up and down, with trays of breakfast and pails of bathwater. Daily with the bacon, and the eggs, and the griddled kidneys, and the slices of hot buttered toast, and the pots of Irish breakfast tea. Weekly with the pails of bathwater. Perhaps a little less frequently during the winter months.

To be fair to the agent, he did say that the plumbing might benefit from being updated. ‘A few new pipes and taps and other bits and pieces. Perhaps a new bathroom suite or two.’ Pension off the pails. Take a load off Annie. Or was it Fanny? We should have asked Robbie and Levon when we had the chance, Seamus.

Now that I come to think about it, you might make a fine estate agent yourself. Talking up the benefits, pointing out the period features. Glossing over the rising damp and the dry rot. ‘Nothing that a good man and his boy couldn’t put right in a day or three, sir.’ Arf, arf. Wagging your tail with bright-eyed enthusiasm. Slobbering over the black letter agreements for sale and purchase. Earning you a generous commission. You should think about it, Seamus. You should consider it. It could be a great opportunity.

From beyond the open door, the sound of black rubber tyres crunching on the loose red gravel. Eleven-thirty. On the dot. Well, more or less. And I do like a woman who comes when she promises to come.

Seamus looking to me for a clue. Friend or foe? Friend, Seamus. Most of the time anyway. Odd moments of misunderstanding of course. Differences of opinion. But debate can be healthy – even within the bounds of the matrimonial relationship.

Amanda now standing beside the open car door, poised as if for a quick getaway, scanning the broad full-frontal aspect of McCartney Hall, her mouth slightly open as though she is about to say something. And then she does: ‘Geez, Gerald! God almighty! What were you thinking? You dragged me all the way out here for this?’

‘Welcome, my love. Welcome to McCartney Hall. Does it not possess one of the finest facades you have ever had the honour to behold?’

‘It’s … it’s … a goddamned monstrosity.’

‘Monster monster. Of generous proportions? Yes. Granted. But very realistically priced. A snip, one might say. On a per square basis, probably the most cost-effective country residence within 50 clicks of downtown Dublin. On a good day with a fair breeze you could be swanning it at Temple Bar within the hour.’

‘It looks like something out of a bad horror movie. And what’s that black beast doing there?’

‘Black beast? Oh, Seamus. He seems to have adopted me.’

Amanda harrumphing. ‘Seamus? How do you know his name’s Seamus?’

‘Members of the Canis lupus familiaris family and I seem to enjoy a certain rapport. Or perhaps it was just a lucky guess? Anyway, come and have a look inside.’

‘I don’t like the way he’s looking at me.’

‘Nothing to worry about. Just doing his duty.’

‘He looks dangerous.’

‘Just protecting me from unruly intruders with evil intention in their hearts, my love. Not that you are an unruly intruder of course. But he’ll be worth his weight in gold when the cook or the under footman starts eyeing up the family silver.’

Amanda mounting the steps, cautiously approaching the great panelled door, giving Seamus a wide berth. I do hope that she can see past the fallen leaves and the peeling wallpaper and the flaking paint. Purely matters of a cosmetic nature. The structure is basically sound. Basically. In its day, this would have been a very fine house. A very fine house indeed. In its day. And it will be again. Mark my words, Seamus.

‘God, Gerald, this place is filthy.’

‘I do concede that it would look better with a bit of a tidy up. We’ll have kayaşehir escort bayan to get a woman in. With a dust pan and brush. But tell me, Amanda, wouldn’t this be a grand spot on which to greet your guests? Here at the top of these fine steps. A white-gloved butler standing by. An eager footman ready to take their Louis Vuitton travelling trunks up to their rooms in the west wing.’

Amanda snorting, frowning, tentatively stepping into the great marble-floored hall. And then a sudden look of alarm. ‘What’s that rustling? Don’t tell me that there are rats. There are, aren’t there?’

‘No, no. No rats, no bats, no Micky mice. No Proddy mice either, for that matter. No, the property is guaranteed 100 percent rodent free. I have Seamus’s word on the matter.’

A low confirmatory growl from Seamus. A slit-eyed look of disbelief from Amanda.

‘I expect that what you can hear, my love, is just the soft rustle of leaves gently brushing the windowpanes. The soil hereabouts enjoys a remarkable fecundity. Legendary it is. Just look at the green, green grass of the fields over yonder. Consequently, the garden would probably benefit from a little trim, a little tidy up around the edges. Nothing that a good man and a boy couldn’t complete in a day or three. Or so I am reliably informed.’

‘And what’s that smell?’

‘That smell?’ Yes. Now that Amanda points it out, I have to admit that there is a faint whiff in the air. ‘I expect what you can smell is history, my love.’

‘History?’

‘Yes. History. The unmistakable essence of 200 years of human habitation. The very antithesis of freshly-sawn timber and wet plaster and the harsh aroma of modern plasticised decorative coatings.’

‘Smells like something has died.’

‘Umm … well, yes, that too is a possibility. Two hundred years is quite a long time. There must have been a McCartney or two who passed on. Popped their clogs. Cashed in their chips. Went for a Burton. Toddled off to audition for the choir invisible.’

Please don’t be difficult, Amanda. And please stop focussing on the negatives. Yes, there are a few things that need attention. That’s what you get with a house that was built almost 200 years before you were. But that doesn’t make it a bad house. Why can’t you just focus on the exquisite proportions, the impeccable Georgian sensibility, the grandeur, the heritage, the dead rat in the corner? No, on second thoughts, do not focus on the dead rat in the corner. And, if it does happen to catch your eye, please note that it is not alive. It is dead. Very dead. And probably has been for quite some time. Even Seamus is showing no interest in it.

‘Come and look at the library, my dear. I can just picture you and me in here after a good dinner. A fire in the grate; a snifter in one hand; a good book in the other. Perhaps a little chamber music playing in the background.’

Amanda, still with a slight frown, looking about the many-shelved room. ‘It’s very dark. Very … gloomy.’

‘Ah. Yes. Well that’s because the shutters are shuttered. Protection against the late afternoon sun. Can’t be too careful at these latitudes. Wouldn’t want our collection of fine books getting sunburned, would we?’

‘Collection of fine books! A couple of dozen smutty paperbacks …’ Amanda counting out on her elegant fingers: ‘Lady Chatterley, Lolita, Quiet Days in Clichy, Tropic of Cancer, The Ginger Man, etcetera, etcetera. Need I say more? Oh, and a pile of aging and well-thumbed top-shelf magazines with some of their pages glued together with what I am sure is not wallpaper paste.’

‘All classics, my dear. All classics. In this Internet age, even top shelf magazines from the ’60s and ’70s have a value far beyond anything imagined in the ’60s and ’70s. And I’m sure that, in the right environment, our collection will grow and flourish. Also, you are forgetting my leather-bound limited edition copy of James Joyce’s Ulysses. Literature of the first order.’

‘Of which you have only ever read the dirty bit at the end.’

‘Different people approach the great works in different ways, Amanda. Sometimes it’s important to know how things pan out – in order to fully appreciate the build-up, the character development, the slow unfurling of the plot. But, all said, a fine room, would you not say?’

‘It has possibilities.’

Sale, Seamus! Crank up the cash register. Kerrching! Amanda is smiling. Well, at least she has stopped frowning. And that’s something for which we should be thankful.

‘And in here, right next to the library, the dining room. Spacious. Stately. Admittedly also in need of a little paint and paper. Perhaps another day’s work for a good man and his boy. O, with all the employment opportunities we shall be creating, the local tradespeople will be building a statue to us in front of the post office. And when you bestow your patronage upon the local provedores, they will address you as Lady Amanda. “Yes, Milady. No, Milady. So nice to see you Milady. merkezefendi escort bayan A soft day to be sure, Milady.” And a fresh-faced lad will be detailed to carry your parcels out to your motor – which, in all probability, the locals will have washed and polished while you have been tending to your shopping.’

‘Oh, for goodness sake, Gerald!’ Amanda continuing her tour. ‘And is this the sitting room?’

‘It is.’

Amanda standing in the doorway, sniffing slightly. Probably noticing the damp patch in the far corner. Difficult not to notice. Wallpaper coming away from wall in elegant curls.

‘And what’s upstairs?’

‘Upstairs? But of course. Bedrooms, bedrooms, and more bedrooms – including a master bedroom fit for a duchess. But first, tell me, Amanda, is this not a magnificent staircase?’

‘Why is that dog coming with us?’

‘He lives here – in a manner of speaking. Also, I think he particularly enjoys the view from the landing – out across the fields to the ancient wood beyond. And once you see it, I’m sure that you will understand why. Nevertheless, to return to my original observation: is this not perhaps the most handsome staircase you have ever ascended? Imagine, of an early evening, descending to join your guests. A footman waiting just beyond the lowest step with a perfectly-made G and T, served in a Waterford cut-crystal glass, and proffered on a perfectly-polished tray of finest hallmarked silver.’

‘You’re mad. Stark raving mad.’

‘Just looking through the thin veneer of shabbiness and neglect to the brighter layer of possibilities that lies beneath. Had the housekeeper been a little more diligent, I’m sure that her diligence would have been reflected in the asking price. Still … that said, we must make enquiries as to whom the housekeeper was and make a mental note not to re-employ her. There! Now is that not as fine a view as you are likely to see anywhere in the county?’

Amanda, turning to look out of the tall windows and across the driveway and the fields beyond and on to the ancient wood beyond the fields, and acknowledging the perfect prospect with a not-ungraceful nod.

‘Now you can see why Seamus was so keen to come upstairs with us.’

‘He’s a dog, Gerald. A dog. Can dogs even see that far?’

‘He is a dog, yes. But a dog with the eye of John Constable.’

A stifled bark from Seamus. Actually, more of a contemptuous grunt than a bark.

‘What? Oh, yes. Sorry. No offence intended. The eye of George Mullins, perhaps. Or James Arthur O’Connor.’

‘What?’

‘James Arthur O’Connor.’

‘What are you going on about?’

‘I think that Seamus may have been slightly offended that I associated him with an English landscape painter when there have been so many fine Irish practitioners of the art.’ Amanda not really attuned to the sensibilities of Canis lupus familiaris. More of a cat person. Felis catus. Blame it on the Internet. Bloody cats everywhere these days.

‘And through here, my dear … our very own love nest. Again, it would benefit from some fresh paper and paint. A mere day’s work for a good man and his boy. And, of course, it needs a bed. Perhaps one of those beds with ornately-carved posts and a canopy. And at least a dozen pillows. But I am sure that you can see the possibilities. Just imagine waking up to this glorious view, and listening for the discreet tap on the door that announces the arrival of your breakfast.’

Further slit-eyed sceptical glances from Amanda – but at least she seems to appreciate the merits of the fine rural view. ‘I assume there is a kitchen?’ It must have been the mention of breakfast.

‘A kitchen? Indeed. The very heart of every great home. Shall I have Seamus go on ahead and tell the pots and pans to stand by for an imminent inspection?’

Yet another slit-eyed glance from Amanda. But Seamus requiring no further instruction. Padding from the room. A sharp left turn, and along the short passageway, back to the top of the stairs. A faint rhythmical clicking of his blunt claws on the marble steps as he descends.

Taking Amanda gently by the arm, guiding her from the bedroom, avoiding investigation of the adjacent bathroom. No need to cause undue stress. Nothing that can’t be sorted with a few bits and pieces – pipes, taps, a few choice examples of the ceramicist’s art. Out onto the landing. A quick glance over the bannister to confirm that the deceased rat is hidden from Amanda’s view. Pointing out original architectural features as we descend. Keeping her gaze well above the leaf-strewn floor as we turn towards the kitchen. Seamus waiting beside the large panelled door that leads to McCartney Hall’s domestic offices.

Turning the large once-polished brass doorknob, pushing open the door, catching the first faint whiff of long-ago boiled cabbage. Quickly scanning the flagstone floor for unwanted evidence of deceased members of the rattus rattus family. Happily, the coast appears to be clear.

‘On sultangazi escort bayan your left, the butler’s pantry. Of course, the choice of a suitable butler will be crucial. And, on your right, the chatelaine’s, umm, retreat; keys, account books, and a lockable cabinet in which to store a selection of your favourite tipples for the difficult days. And then the door to the wine cellar. And the door down to the hanging locker – for the hanging of venison and other game, that is. Not for the hanging of recalcitrant members of the kitchen staff. Capital punishment is no longer permitted within the boundaries of the estate. And then … ta da! … the kitchen itself. The very heart of the home.’

Seamus leading the way. His nose held high. Sniffing. Walking the perimeter. Stopping every few paces to sniff and peer. O, please, I beseech thee, Seamus, do not find any livestock. Or even dead stock. I think, with a little tidying, and a fresh coat of paint, this could be the kitchen of which Amanda has always dreamed. The country kitchen to end all country kitchens. An Aga to end all Agas. A feature spread in Architectural Digest. And the sudden appearance of a rat, a bat, or even a dead cat, would spoil everything at this point.

‘Hey, you know what: this is really nice.’

Please, please, please, stop sniffing, Seamus. And stand by to crank up the cash register. Amanda is making buying signals. ‘Yes, it is nice, isn’t it? Nice and spacious. Nice and … well, nice. Yes, nice and nice.’

‘Is this table included?’

‘I’m sure it can be. Or we could insist on it being removed. It would be entirely up to you, my dear.’

‘No. I want it! It’s perfect.’ Amanda running her elegant fingers across the surface of the well-worn, well-scrubbed table which, considering the state of the rest of the house, is remarkably clean. ‘No chairs. But still.’

Having patrolled the perimeters, Seamus now dropping to the floor, his front legs stretched out in front of him, his head resting on the upper part of his paws, eyebrows raised, his large brown eyes watching our every move. Thank you, Seamus. Thank you for not revealing any fly in the ointment, any rat in the corner, any bat in the belfry. I feel that we are back on the metaphorical way up. But mustn’t get too excited. When we are only halfway up, we are neither up nor down.

What would make you really love this place, Amanda? Should I rush out and find some fuel to fire up the Aga? Pop in a loaf of yeasty bread to bake? Should I get a pot of coffee started? Should I put a call in to the local butcher and have him deliver a perfectly-aged sirloin of finest prime Hereford beef or a haunch of venison?

Or – and here’s a much simpler idea – should I simply bend you over that stout table which you apparently covet, lower your drawers, and take you from behind. Board you across your shapely transom, as it were? What do you think?

‘The dog.’

‘The dog? You mean Seamus?’

‘If you say so. Why is he watching me?’

‘Mmm … well, he is a watchdog, Amanda. Watching is what watchdogs do.’

‘He makes me nervous.’

‘Our bank manager makes me nervous. And your mother makes me nervous. But then, to some extent, I suppose that they too are just doing what they are programmed to do.’

‘You do talk a lot of rubbish.’

Is now the moment to try the soft approach? A boyish smile? A casual brushing of her face with the backs of my fingers? ‘But within the rubbish, more than an element of truth would you not say?’

Amanda not saying anything. But, in saying nothing, saying everything. Pausing at the cobweb-fringed window to peer out at the kitchen garden. Box hedges in need of a trim. Weeds invading the rosemary and sage. Mint running rampant. Perhaps another day’s work for a good man and his boy. But a potential cornucopia on the doorstep, nevertheless. No more trips to Tesco. Five a day. And fresh is best. Feel my heart lifting at the very thought. Marching back up to the top of the hill. Amanda’s skirt rising with my spirits.

‘Gerald! What are you doing?’

‘Just appreciating your pulchritudinous posterior, my love.’

‘Hmmph.’

A few little kisses on the back of her neck. Generally does the trick.

‘Mmm.’

And then around the side. A little nibble of the earlobe. A breathy kiss or two in the shell-like. Even without being able to see her face, I know that Amanda will be smiling. Seamus sensing developments. Getting up from his recumbent position and trotting across the kitchen to take up a position guarding the door. Thank you, Seamus. You are indeed a fast learner. Or perhaps the table has been used before. In fact, yes, I am sure that it has been used before.

Steering Amanda by her beautiful buttocks back towards the loved and scrubbed table. Bend over, my love. Yes, just like that. Lifting her skirt; lowering her knickers; fingering her fecund valley.

‘Oh, yes.’

Oh, yes, indeed, Amanda. Almost there. Not much longer now. Quickly releasing the quick-release belt. Click. Snap. Done. Unzipping the zip. And when they were down they were down. Down, down and away. But only the external covering. Only the product of my tailor’s fine workmanship. The contents within, up, up, and well above the horizon. The slightly blue-tinged helmet-shaped head escaping from the stiffening pink fleshy confines and sniffing out the distinctive perfume of a smouldering pudendum.

My work occasionally takes me into a certain mixed-use building downtown used as a hangout spot for college students. The ground level has a bookstore and several chain restaurants, and the upper floors contain classrooms and administrative offices for a local college. The basement of this building was leased by the city as a sort of record-keeping facility for old data that predates computer records.

Most people hate going into the office of any department of this city, but I don’t mind this one at all. One reason is that I actually have a pretty good rapport with the notoriously unfriendly staff there. Another reason is that after my work is done, I usually grab a lunch upstairs while pretending to read a book, sitting amongst beautiful college girls, listening to their conversations about class and parties and boys.

I graduated college ten years ago, but I’d like to think that I still look and act relatively young, despite the bit of gray in my hair. I don’t expect anybody to buy the fact that I am a student, but it is still nice to sit for an hour and appreciate the view.

The ratio of females to males must be around 2:1, and they all skew toward to the top of the attractiveness scale. I have a soft spot for mixed or lighter-skinned black girls, latinas, and Indian girls, and they are all who seem to enroll here. I should send the admissions office a gift basket.

Once I sat within earshot of two girls having a conversation over pizza. Both girls were attractive, but one was especially super-model hot. Had she lived in New York or LA, I’m sure Victoria’s Secret would have started recruiting her before she was old enough to drive. Here was a tall, thin girl with an impossibly large chest for her frame, the long, tight spirals of her black hair perfectly teased. If I had to guess, I would say she had an Italian mother and an Ethiopian father, but what do I know? She was great.

Their topic of conversation moved from the fact that both girls were on their periods, to the fact that they both tend to get very horny while on their period. I put my fork down, suddenly wanting to savor the last two bites of my salad.

“It’s like the one time I really want some dick, I can’t do anything with it,” said the should-be model.

“I know, but my guy doesn’t mind this at all, because for like four days I’m just constantly sucking it,” said her friend.

“I’m sure that would be me too, but I’m not with anybody right now I like enough to be doing that.”

“So you won’t, like, casually suck a dick?”

“No way. Nuh-uh. Even though I totally crave the taste of cum right now.”

“Ewww. Haha you are so weird. You should either just suck a dick or kindly ask some dude to jack off on your pizza.”

The girls left shortly after, presumably to go to class. Part of me wanted to follow to see where they went, but the rational part of me said to stay and not go anywhere until my erection subsided. It’s not every day you overhear such a beautiful girl talk about wanting a mouthful of cum. I was fully hard for another ten minutes.

Later that day, with the image of that beautiful girl burned into my mind, I stroked to the fantasy of her gorgeous face inches from my cock, mouth open wide, tongue out, eagerly awaiting my load to satisfy her craving.

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I returned to the same building one month later for another research project. Until I walked into the revolving front door, I had forgotten all about the conversation I overheard the last time. But as soon as I smelled the familiar pizza-meets-thai smell of the various restaurants, the image of the tall brown goddess hit me, and a warm, pulsing feeling slowly spread throughout my body, most intensely in the private area. I made a mental note to stop wearing skinny jeans on days I would be going to this building.

Instead of going directly to work, I decided to take a quick lap around the tables of the eating area, hoping to catch my “Ethiopian queen,” which is what I was calling her, knowing it was stupid to assume her ethnicity. She may have been Dominican, or Puerto Rican, or—I digress. She wasn’t there. Nor was she in the bookstore. I saw plenty of gorgeous college girls, dressed for summer, fatih escort bayan seemingly in a contest to show the most leg or stomach or cleavage, but none as stunning as the girl I saw on my last visit.

I pressed the button for the elevator and waited a moment before the door opened, and a few people walked out. I got on with an older woman who pressed the button for the 12th floor. This elevator was going up! Embarrassed, but not willing to admit my mistake, I also pressed twelve then pretended to check something on my phone.

At twelve, she got out. This was the first time I had ever been in the upper floors of the building. Peeking my head out, I could see a very nondescript hallway with several doors on each side. On the wall opposite the elevator, there was a cork bulletin board with several event flyers pinned. If not for the school logo on a floormat outside the elevator door, I would not have known this was a college campus.

As the door was finally closing, I heard footsteps approaching from around the corner, and a slender brown hand just made it inside before it closed. The door flung open and from the ground up, unbelievably, I saw my girl.

Red Toms, long caramel legs, tiny black shorts, and a thin wild-patterned sweater perfectly hugging her chest, which was not as large as I remembered, but still almost cartoonish on a girl so skinny. Her eyes and much of her face were hidden behind black Ray-Bans, but I knew right away it was her.

I couldn’t speak. Disoriented, my internal organs all seemed to have swapped places. I got out my phone again, looking at nothing.

She reached across me body to press the button for the ground floor. Her hair smelled a bit like coconut. I hate coconut, or shall I say I used to hate coconut. Now I wish to live off nothing but coconut.

I suddenly realized it was probably odd that I was in the elevator without having pressed any buttons. I wanted to press them all, just so we would be forced to stop at every floor so the ride would last seemingly forever. I could not even bring myself to look up at her, but just sharing the same oxygen with this girl was exciting enough.

As the elevator slowly moved down I regained some of my composure. I knew I had to ask her to grab coffee. Or had she had lunch yet? Or maybe I would just make up some class and ask if she was in it. No, that’s dumb, she doesn’t think I’m a student. Or does she?

Suddenly the overhead lights went out and the elevator jerked to a stop. After a second, a light came back on but much dimmer. The elevator remained motionless.

“This building is so fucked up!” the girl exclaimed.

“Is this a normal thing?” I asked.

“This is the second time it happened to me today. Third time this week. It’ll go again in a few minutes.”

“Ah that sucks. It’s kind of scary. I’m sorry”

She didn’t say anything else, but got her phone out of her bag and began furiously texting somebody. We stood in silence for five minutes, then she sighed and slumped down to the floor, removing her sunglasses on the way.

This is some kind of fucked up fantasy cliche, I thought to myself. The stuck-in-an-elevator scenario. How unoriginal. And yet it was very real.

The elevator was an antique, but it was equipped with a phone behind a little brass door. I always wondered about those phones, and who would be on the other end if one felt so inclined to pick it up. As if on cue, the phone began to ring. Being closest, I picked up.

“Uh…hello?”

The building manager, Stephen, explained to me that construction workers outside damaged some power lines, and entire city blocks were without power. Though elevators are required to operate in emergency situations, the backup generators at this building were malfunctioning. They were working on the issue, but it could be some time before the elevator was running again.

I explained what was happening to the girl, who was no longer texting and paying full attention to me.

“So how long do you think we’ll be here?” she asked, beyond frustrated.

“I wouldn’t think it’ll be longer than an hour,” I guessed.

I slouched down and sat against the aksaray escort bayan wall opposite her. I told her my name and asked for hers.

“Liyah, L-I-Y-A-H,” she replied, obviously having repeated the spelling of her name, many times before.

“Well off all the people I could have been stuck in an elevator with today, I’m glad it’s you Liyah.”

Where did that come from? I don’t usually have a forward way of speaking to girls, but somehow being thrust into this real-life fantasy scenario brought out a confidence in me. What did I have to lose? Besides, I knew a few things about her that she didn’t know I knew. For example, I knew it had been exactly four weeks since I was last in this building. If she was on her period then, she was also very likely on it now. Which meant she was insatiably horny.

I knew sex with her was out of the question. I also knew she wasn’t likely to blow a perfect stranger. Even if I can leverage some of my limited knowledge of her into a phone number or makeout session, that would be an incredible way to spend an afternoon.

“Do you go to school here?” she asked.

“No, I finished school a few years ago,” I said. “I am now working as a journalist. I occasionally go down to the record room in the basement for research.”

“So why were you on the 12th floor?”

“I had a hunch. Didn’t want you to have to wait this one out alone.”

That got a genuine smile out of Liyah. We talked for several more minutes, not having an incredible amount in common, but having pleasant conversation anyway. She wanted to be a fashion designer, like everyone else at her school. She didn’t have a boyfriend.

Half an hour must have passed, and Liyah removed her sweater, revealing a tight, heather gray camisole with a bit of lace at the top. If it was black, or made of different material, it would have seemed like lingerie. The majority of her perfectly round, golden-brown breasts were now out there. She took a deep breath, as if finally able to breathe, and I watched her majestic chest rise and fall. She had to know this would drive me crazy.

“It is rather hot in here, isn’t it?” I said, feeling I had to acknowledge the presence of her skin. I could feel the swelling start in my jeans, and I suddenly wished I could take them off. They were already too tight with a flaccid me, so there was no room for the full-sized guy to show up now. Not to mention the heat. I needed to be free. I casually unbuttoned the top button of the fly and left it like that for now.

“If this was a movie, we’d be fucking, wouldn’t we?” she said, more like a statement than a question.

Holy shit. Was this going to happen?

“You may be right,” I replied. “But I consider myself lucky already just because you took your sweater off.”

Where was this shit coming from? Who am I?

“Aww, that’s sweet.”

“Really? I’m afraid that if I tell you any more you’ll be creeped out.”

“Go on…”

“Well, it’s just…you’re incredibly gorgeous. If you made eye contact with me longer than ten seconds I would explode.”

“Haha. Really? Let’s try it.”

Her gorgeous green-brown eyes stared deep into mine. Her smile slowly faded into a sort of pout. Then she began licking her lips in a flagrantly sexual way. I was completely erect, and knew there was no turning back now.

“Look, Liyah. I don’t want you to freak out, but I am super hard, and I have to open my pants or I literally might die.”

“Go ahead,” she said, not skipping a beat. “I want to watch you stroke it.”

Before she finished her sentence, I undid the rest of the buttons on my fly, and peeled back my jeans and boxers as my penis flung upward as if spring loaded. Even I was impressed by the size of this raging monster in front of me.

“Are you serious?” I asked. Not waiting for an answer, I began squeezing my balls a bit, then slowly started stroking from the base to the tip of the shaft with my fingers.

“Oh fuck,” she said. “I’m sorry I can’t fuck you right now because of…girl stuff…but that looks so fucking good.”

“That’s fine…I’m perfectly happy right now.”

“Just tell me before you cum, okay?”

She eyüp escort bayan was now rubbing her clit around the thin fabric of her shorts, watching me jerk my dick, her ass gyrating clockwise on the elevator floor as she worked. I wanted to feel her incredibly tight body against mine. I wanted to be engulfed by her pink pussy. I wanted to run my cock between her tits, and I so badly wanted it deep inside her mouth. I thought about all of these things, in that order, as I continued to pull on my dick, sensations building up to what I knew would be a most spectacular orgasm.

“I want you to cum in my mouth.” she whispered, the words instantly triggering the desired response in my body. “I want to taste it so bad.”

I got up to my feet and stood above Liyah, her legs still spread apart beneath me, hand pressed against her crotch. Liyah’s beautiful eyes locked with mine as she tilted her head back, her eager smiling mouth now wide open. She let out her long, pink tongue, cupped at the end as if to be able to more appropriately receive my load.

“Please give it to me,” she said, but I was already firing away.

The first blast was an overshot, a thick white glob landing on her upper lip and nose. I realigned the next several pumps and sent rope after rope of hot semen directly into her mouth and onto her tongue. I was still ejaculating when she wrapped her lips around the tip of my penis and continued jerking my dick for me.

My orgasm must have lasted a full minute, with the most cum I have ever produced filling up her mouth and sliding down her throat. She swallowed several times, then finally pulled away, swallowing once more, then opened her mouth to breathe as the rest of my fluids poured out the corners of her mouth, running down her chin, then dribbling onto her chest below. It was a mess.

She took me in her mouth once more, sucking my tip like a straw, pulling out every last drop of sperm I had produced.

I crashed to the floor, completely spent, dizzy from the insane release I just experienced. Liyah curled up into a fetal position, breathing heavily while facing away from me. Neither of us spoke for several minutes.

“I am such a slut,” she said, breaking the silence.

“Not at all,” I consoled. “I think we both needed that.”

“Thanks for lunch anyway,” she joked.

After several more minutes, the phone again rang, and I answered. Stephen asked if we were doing okay, then explained that the utility company would have power going within the next ten or fifteen minutes. I relayed this to Liyah, who was now sitting up, using her sweater to wipe the mess off of her chin and chest. A bit of cum remained on her upper lip, which she deftly collected with her tongue, swallowing after she was finished.

“Do you want to really go get lunch after this?” I asked, not wanting to let this flawless new companion of mine get away.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you,” she said flatly. “I do have a boyfriend, and I don’t think I can ever see you again. I would appreciate if you pretended this never happened.”

I thought about what she said for a few seconds. I wasn’t delusional enough to think I suddenly had a new girlfriend. A perfect ten and perfect stranger just swallowed my load in an elevator, and I should be grateful enough to accept that this couldn’t happen again.

“That’s okay, honestly,” I said. “You’ve given me something to remember for a long time.”

The elevator lights got brighter again, and the car slowly began its descent to the ground floor. We both stood up in silence and faced the door. Stephen and a few other building staffers were there to greet us as the doors opened. Liyah pushed past them without acknowledgement and escaped through the revolving door back into the crowded hot city.

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I relived this day in my head several times over the next few years, masturbating to this memory almost exclusively. It’s an anomaly in that it wasn’t exactly a sexual experience. I didn’t penetrate Liyah. I didn’t get a blowjob or even a handjob really. At most she had her lips around the tip of my penis for only a few seconds. Essentially my favorite memory to masturbate to is an incident of me masturbating.

Yet it is an image I will never forget: One of the most gorgeous girls on the planet, graciously accepting my load into her smiling mouth, the creamy white cum dripping out her mouth onto her chin and the gorgeous bronze skin of her breast.

I visited this building as often as I could for months, but never did see Liyah ever again.

Wednesday

I was gently rising to the surface of consciousness when my watch alarm grabbed me by the scruff and yanked me upwards into the morning. Dragging on my cutoffs and an old t-shirt, I staggered out of my room. Half an hour later, I was sipping coffee in the kitchen, waiting for the frying pan to heat up. It was my turn in the meal cooking rotation, and I hoped my partner would show up before anyone else stirred; I figured we had things to talk about.

And here she came. Becca tiptoed in and made for the fridge. I heard a stilted “Good morning” from behind the magnet-bedecked door as she grabbed the carton of eggs and peppers. She then began slicing the vegetables with more concentration than necessary.

“Rebecca,” I said softly.

“Hmm?” she replied vaguely, still not looking up.

I stepped over to her, speaking low. “Folks will be up any time now, so the sooner we talk, the better.”

The knife ceased its chopping. She took a breath.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I can’t imagine what you must think –” She stopped mid-sentence as I put my hand over hers.

“I think… you did something very nice for me. I’m not sure why it happened, yet, but I don’t think any less of you.” I felt a slight tremor in her arm as I continued. “It…took care of things that really needed taking care of. But then you left. I couldn’t help you back, we couldn’t relax and talk, so I’m a little confused.”

“I can’t answer you. I mean, I don’t really know why. I just thought…I don’t know. I never did something like that before.” Even though her head was down, I could see her face go read through the curtain of her brown hair. I wondered what she meant exactly. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but surely she’d touched a guy before. Before I could say anything else, I heard someone coming up the stairs. Time was up.

“Don’t worry about it right now. Just enjoy the day.” I kissed the side of her head and went back to the stove to start on the bacon.

Wednesday Afternoon

The day went much the same way as before, except for the early afternoon thundershower which kept everyone indoors or on the covered patio. A few folks played boardgames, then wandered off to read or listen to music. The lovebirds were cloistered away, but even they came out now and then for some social time. And everyone, at some point, found themselves with one or two friends in light or heavy conversation. I was reading a novel on a lounge chair after lunch, feeling sluggish, when I glanced up and saw Rebecca leaning on the railing, looking at the rain-gray lake. I glanced around. Most everyone was inside, all out of earshot.

“Hey,” I said, ” why don’t you take a load off?”

With studied nonchalance (or so I guessed) she drifted over and, ignoring the scattered chairs, stretched out on the picnic table. We talked for a while about school– a safe enough subject. I was dying to know what was going on in her mind. As the conversation lulled, I saw her gathering herself to get up; if she had meant to say something, clearly, her nerve failed her. I needed to act, so without thinking it through, I opened my mouth and some words popped out.

“I don’t know what you want to do,” I began, and saw her freeze, tensed. “But my door to the deck won’t be locked tonight. Anyone who wants to can walk right in.” She hesitated, not looking at me, and then quickly stood up and walked into the house.

Wednesday Evening

Gina’s stirfry was delicious as usual, and the easy banter among my dearest friends was quite up to expectation, but I couldn’t completely relax that small knot of tension in my stomach. I was sure I could have come up with something more subtle, more low key, more politic. I had meant to say, “Come up and talk. Come up and hang out.” Okay, that’s what my mind would have set. But I was still a guy, and as a guy, even the most altruistic intent would come out sounding like, ” I liked the hand-job, babe; come up tonight and do me again.” I wondered if that ass Spence sounded like that.

But chewing on my shy friend’s behavior would have wasted the evening. A glass of wine (yes, we were snobs) and an after-dinner exchange of shoulder rubs with Kristin mellowed me out enough to enjoy the gathering.

The evening light faded, and everyone mellowed. The lovebirds retired to their nest, and I took that opportunity to excuse myself as well. Amid cries of “Wimp!” and “Old Fart!” I defended myself: “Next time I pull breakfast duty, I’ll wake all a’ you, and see how late you want to stay up.” As I made my way out, I cast a sidelong glance at Rebecca. Her eyes were fixed elsewhere.

A few minutes later, I crawled under the covers, feeling the sheet slide across my bare skin. The hall door was locked; the porch door was cracked open. The room was dark except for the dim, warm light of a candle on the nightstand. With a mix of anticipation and anxiety, I waited. It was entirely possible that I’d blown it. avrupa yakası escort bayan I’d proved men, even friends, are schmucks, and sex could make an easy friendship awkward.

Half an hour crawled by. The occasional laughter and other sounds of habitation were less frequent as people headed off to bed. I myself felt drowsy, and was reaching for the candle when a shadow fell across the moonlit curtain. A figure awash in silver light slipped in and quickly shut the door. I heard the click of the latch.

The candle painted increasingly detailed features across the silhouette as she crept towards the bed. She wore a nightshirt — dark oversized T, really — riding a little less than halfway down her thigh. I looked into her eyes, and she looked back, silent. Nervously, she wrapped her arms around herself and looked down self-consciously. I shifted to the middle of the bed, and patted the vacated spot. She sat. Her legs and feet were enticingly bare.

“I didn’t know if you were coming.” I hoped my tone made it clear I was glad.

Her words came out in a rush. “People were still up and I didn’t want to –” she stopped, and in a slower, softer tone, finished, “I didn’t know either. I don’t know why I’m here. Why am I here?”

“Do you want me to guess?”

“Sure,” she replied after a moment’s hesitation.

“It could be because you’re curious. Because you want to explore. Because you long to be explored.” Even in the dim light, I thought I saw a blush. “Because most of your friends have been with someone else, enjoyed it, and come away better for it, and that didn’t happen for you.” She looked away. I put my hand on her leg, and her eyes traveled back to me. “Because you know me, I’m your friend, and you know I wouldn’t hurt you and you trust me. Because you’re lonely and you know you’re safe with me.” I waited. “Am I in the ballpark?”

She let out a breath I didn’t notice she’d been holding. “Yes. To pretty much all of it.”

I smiled. “Thank you. Thank you for telling me.” I squeezed her thigh lightly. “Now, sweet Becca, what would you like to happen?”

“I’d like to look at you,” she answered with a shy smile.

Smiling back, I folded my hands behind my head. Taking the cue, she reached over and lifted the covers off my body. She drank in the sight of my bare body. Being more into the outdoors than into beer, I was slimmer than many of my classmates. She may have appreciated the fact, but after a couple of sweeps up and down my form her eyes focused at the junction of my legs, where my penis rose half-hard from its dark nest of fur. She giggled as it flopped to the side and then eased round, swelling slowly.

Not taking her eyes off the slow-dancing organ, she started to ask, “Would you like me to…?”

“Rebecca, there’s something I would very much like you to do. And considering you’re getting to see everything here, I don’t think it’s unfair to ask…”

She looked at me. “I guess it’s only fair. Just, don’t –” She couldn’t finish that thought. Instead, she half stood, crossed her arms, and grasped the hem of her nightshirt. She lifted, exposing her dark panties, but paused at her waist as if some thought compelled her to stop.

“Please. It’s okay, sweetie,” I coaxed.

She raised the hem up and over her head. Dropping the shirt on the floor, she reflexively went to cover herself from my view, but with an effort she lowered her arms to her sides. Rebecca watched my face carefully.

She wasn’t a voluptuous woman. She was trim, with brown hair spilling over her shoulders to just where her chest began to swell. Her breasts were a handful, just right on her petite frame. Against my will I imagined how easy it would be to carry her with her legs wrapped around me…

Her eyes had left mine again. I was viewing her body, and imagining the possibilities; my own body responded, and ‘Becca watched as my cock straightened and swelled.

“Don’t you ever doubt that you’re sexy,” I told her. “My reaction is all the proof you’ll need.”

She gazed at that rigid proof most intently. Finally, she asked if I would like her to touch it. I suspected even she wasn’t sure which one of us was looking forward to that contact more.

“I’d like that very much,” I said.

She scooted around until, she sat cross-legged, her knees pressed against me. Her right hand went to my chest, then slid down my abs until it hit the base of my cock. I sighed as I watched her hand moved lightly up the bottom of the shaft, over the head, and back down the top. Her other hand, resting on my thigh, began to acquaint itself with my sac, hefting the balls and rolling them between her fingers. She was truly exploring, learning the feel and texture of my skin. In a way it was more sensually analytical than sexual, but watching her discovery of my body was deeply erotic. I was probably the first man she had ever had the chance to do this with; Spence certainly didn’t give istanbul escort bayan her time to explore before he wanted her to start pulling on it.

I was enjoying her ministrations, and certainly I was happy for her sake, but my throbbing member was insisting we get with the program. Maybe she sensed this, because she began gently stroking with her right hand, while gently caressing the tender skin below with her left.

“Is this all right? What do you like?”

“Just do what you like for now. Soon, I’ll give some direction.” She heard the tension in my voice.

“You okay?”

“It’s very good. You’re very good. In a minute, I’ll want more.” I would have loved to have her touch me for an hour, but nature doesn’t like to wait. And when the urges grew insistent, I guided her, telling her how best to bring me to climax. The way her breasts swayed as she worked certainly helped. Very soon, my breath grew ragged.

“Are you about to –” she whispered.

“Yes!” I grunted through gritted teeth, trying to hold back so the pressure would build for a greater release.

Then she did something unexpected. Most girls would stroke the whole length, faster than ever, jerking on my cock until I came. But Rebecca grasped more tightly just below the head, and moving her hand with very fast, very short strokes –her hand was almost vibrating. Her other hand gently squeezed and rolled my balls at a slightly slower rhythm. The effect was intense; the buildup slowed very slightly, but it became easier for me to hold it back. The pressure rose like a wave, grew sharp until the line between pleasure and pain disappeared. Then the wave crested and broke, and the world felt indistinct save for the throbbing in my loins. My back hit the bed, and I blew out the breath I’d been holding. At least, I think I did.

There was a sound above my heart beating presto in my ears. “-kay? Nathan? Are you okay?” I nodded, weakly, gasping for air. I lay there, with my eyes still closed, feeling clenched muscles loosen and relax one by one. When my breathing had slowed enough to talk, I opened my eyes and saw the mix of concern and awe on Rebecca’s face.

“Did I hurt you?” she whispered anxiously.

“No. Not exactly. I guess it does look painful,” I added, grinning.

“You…looked like you were getting ready, and then you scrunched up your face like you were in pain. Then you arched your back and opened real wide like you were screaming, but you hardly made any sound. Then you finished and collapsed. I thought you’d had a seizure or something.”

To be truthful, it was a little difficult to follow any train of thought, but I struggled to concentrate through the mindfog of the afterglow.

“I gotta tell you, I don’t think I’ve ever, EVER cum that hard before. Where did you learn to do that? HOW you do that?” She was blushing again — or still — and my compliment seemed to help her loosen up.

“I’ve never given done that to a guy before. I mean, I’ve touched guys there, but never made them, uh, shoot off. ” She giggled. “I saw you were close, and I imagined what it would be like if your, ah, parts were like mine. So I imagined if mine was as big as yours, what I would do with it when I –” she realized what she was admitting to, and blushed a deeper shade.

“I’m naked, you’re half naked, and you’ve just been touching my dick until I saw stars. I think we can talk about masturbation without embarrassment, don’t you?” I smiled, reached out and caressed her cheek before enfolding her hand in mine. It was a little sticky. Feeling with my other hand, I found a line of semen from my abdomen to my chin. It made me chuckle. She joined me, then reached for the tissues and carefully cleaned me off while she talked.

“Sometimes, when I’m right on the brink, I make these tiny, fast movements. You know, with my fingertips, so I’m hardly moving. But it makes the sensation…”

“…exquisite?”

“That’s a good word. I think exquisite just went into the ‘sounds dirty to say’ file. Like ‘pleasure.’ ‘pleasssure.’ Just sounds naughty, don’t you think? Like just saying it is a sin.”

“I think,” I said, “now that I’ve been pleasured half to death, I would very much like to pleasure you.”

She didn’t react immediately. In fact, I think I heard her mind grind to a halt under so many conflicting thoughts. I continued.

“Please, let me. I won’t lie, I’ll enjoy learning about your body and what you like, but it’s about you and what makes you feel good. How about this: I’ll stick to hands and lips for now. That’s all I’ll need, and you won’t feel pressured to take that final step. I promise, Rebecca.”

Her resistance crumbled; I saw it on her face, doubt replaced by hunger. I drew her to me and shared a soft, lingering kiss. Pulling back to gauge her reaction, I saw her eyes flutter open, her breathing faster. I placed my hand on her cheek and we kissed again, this time with intensity. I could feel her responding as I moved anadolu yakası escort bayan my hand to her shoulder, and then slowly, slowly down to cup her breast. She moaned into my mouth. I gently lowered her, kissing until her head touched the pillow, and pulled back. She lay still, breathing heavily, before opening her eyes to see what I would do next. Going down on one elbow, I softly kissed one breast in a spiral from the beginning of its swell to the edge of her pink areola. Hovering over her erect nipple, I flicked my tongue across its point, eliciting a full-body shudder and a gasp. I repeated the action, which grew less startling but more arousing to ‘Becca. Then, I pulled her nipple into my mouth and thrashed it with my tongue, making her moan, making her legs push spasmodically against the covers. When her reactions plateaued again, I cupped her other breast and teased the nipple with my thumb. That sparked another shudder and a louder moan; it was as if I had just closed a circuit that was now surging sexual energy through her body.

Rebecca’s labored breathing filled the silence, punctuated by whimpers of need and pleasure. Her hips began to swivel upwards, uncontrollably. I knew she was close. I slide my hand down her belly, but just as my fingers reached the top of her panties, she grabbed my arm. Startled, I lifted my head, breaking my liplock on her lovely breast. She was still gasping for air, her forehead glistening with sweat, her eyes shut tight.

“I’m not… I’m. Sorry. Not down. There.”
I was aroused, for sure, but if I’d been as turned on as Rebecca was at that moment, I don’t think I could keep from bringing myself off right then and there. And here she was, stopping me from bringing her release.

“You don’t want me touching you there? Why not?”

“I’m just..just not ready yet. Please understand, Nathan.” Her breath came easier now. “God knows I never expected things…to go this far. But I’m not ready for a boy to touch me there. Even you.”

“Okay,” I said gently, although my blood was up and I didn’t know how she could think straight at that moment. “But you’re wound up pretty tight.”

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of it later.” The edge in her voice told me her libido wasn’t happy with the delay in gratification.

“I promise you, no hands down there.” I would have laughed as I said it, but the desperate need in her eyes said she wouldn’t see the humor. “But let me help,” I murmured. ” Use me. Please. Here, straddle my thigh.” She hesitated, trying to work out what to do through the fog of lust. I eased her around until she was laying against me, hot and trembling. “Sweetie, you’re burning up!” I put my hand on her sweat-dampened hair and kissed her again. Her leg swung over and she was laying above me.

“That’s it,” I murmured. “Now, just let your body tell you what to do.” I ran my hands up and down her back, and then her flanks. Then they drifted down to brush against the sides of her breasts, which were pressing against my chest. Rebecca whimpered. Her legs clamped around my thigh, and her hips began grinding against me. Wordlessly, she lifted her torso so I could access her breasts. I did so gladly!

Suddenly, she groaned in frustration and hopped up. Skinning off her panties, she resumed her position. I could feel her sex pressed against my leg, hot and wet. She writhed against me, utterly lost in her need. I knew she was so very close. I reached down one hand and grasped her bare ass, feeling the muscle clench underneath her pale, smooth skin, and marveled at how firm and taut her daily bike rides made it. With my other hand, I resumed cupping her breast, but this time I pinched the nipple.

Rebecca’s legs clamped even harder against me; her nails dug into my sides. Her eyes flew open, ecstasy laced with panic; I could hear a cry rising in her throat. With my hand against the back of her head, I opened my mouth against hers, and felt her muffled wail vibrate into my throat.

Her body gripped mine spasmodically, but after long moments the cry died away and she sank, quivering, against me. I wrapped my arms protectively around her, listening to her sucking in lungfuls of air. Apart from the occasional tremor of orgasmic aftershocks, she was as limp as the blanket now draping off one side of the bed.

The jackhammer beat of her heart slowed; only when it had reached a sedate resting rate did she move.

“I’m getting heavy,” she murmured, eyes still shut.

“You’re getting sleepy, you mean. You’re not heavy.”

She frowned in concentration, then reached down to find what was poking against her waist.

“You’re hard,” she said, a mixture of surprise and humor.

“I just had a lovely naked girl writhing and straining against me,” I replied with amusement.” I’d have to be dead to not be turned on.”

“Do you need me to…?”

“Maybe in a bit. Right now, let’s rest. I want to look at you.”

‘Becca rolled her eyes, smiling, and acquiesced. Rolling off of me, she lay on her side, letting me study her in the flickering candlelight. She had a light tan, but it was clear she rarely went topless, and her tight backside had never seen the light of day. I lazily ran my hand along her flank, feeling the dip of her waist, the rise of her hip and her smooth thigh. With such a vision at my fingertips, my lust soon began to assert itself.

Dan and Rosana had just finished making love for the second time in just over an hour. They didn’t want to move, maybe couldn’t move. Neither wanted to anyway, so why even try. It was a time to reflect on their relationship and the events that had brought them together here in the cabin in the mountains in the middle of a raging storm, with her sitting naked on his melting cock on the couch, by the fireplace. They had been “dating” for about six months. She had met him at a singles dance, one of those staged events for professional people. Neither had expected to find such a compatible partner there. They both had gone just to dance and have fun. However, right from the beginning, the sparks flew. Do you know how it is sometimes when you meet someone unexpectedly, someone you feel like you could have known forever, and everything falls into place like bricks in a building wall, and you grow together so quickly it almost makes your head spin? OK, so you don’t know. It doesn’t happen that often, and not to everyone. Some go their whole lives and never discover the bliss that these two have shared in the last few months.

This is not like the puppy love thing when you’re a teenager. These are mature feelings of trust, sharing, and a wanting to do and be in similar places, whether together or apart. He was a stock analyst, more of a portfolio manager for the rich old widows. She was in marketing with a technology firm. Both were kept busy with their work, routinely putting in ten hour days and sometimes more. They savored every moment they had together. Even a quiet evening together watching a movie from the VCR was a fulfilling experience. They still enjoyed an occasional night out dancing together, or going to a movie, and sometimes a long walk by the sea, breathing in the fresh ocean air to clear the cobwebs from their active minds. They didn’t “live” together, but might as well have. They didn’t really have to be monogamous. The urge for someone else just didn’t enter their minds.

Dan was trim and fit, about an even 6′ tall, 185 lbs, tan, and muscular from steady workouts at the gym, but not so much that it was an obsession. He had light brown hair that came close to blond in the summer sun. Rosana was almost 5’7″, around 119 lbs, and fit also. She had naturally brown skin that showed off her voluptuous curves to their fullest when she chose to wear something revealing. Of course, almost anything looked good on her to Dan. Her hair was a silken brunette, hanging down past her shoulders when not up on top of her head for working. Her naturally dark eyebrows accented her warm brown face and white teeth when she smiled, which was often. They were a perfect fit for each other in every way. It was a good time to be alive.

The storm raged around the old cabin walls, whistling through the cracks, rattatatattatting on the roof. As they were still sitting on the couch, her on top of him, her back and his legs were toasty warm from the crackling fire, while their bodies provided warmth wherever they were pressed together. Slowly, they regained their senses enough to feel the sticky liquid between their legs drying fast, and the sweat from their lovemaking threatening to bond them together. “Let’s go take a shower while we can still move”, he said.

“OK, That would feel very good right now. We’ve had a long day. But, no hanky panky!”

“As if I could do anything now,” he laughed.

She slid off him and they gathered up their robes and put them on. She followed him to the bathroom for a long pee and a shower. They soaped each others’ bodies and scrubbed each others’ backs until they were refreshed and clean. As they acıbadem escort bayan were washing each other, her hands lingered a while on his penis, being sure to get it extra clean. And his large hands ensured that her breasts and pussy were clean enough to eat, so to speak. They toweled off, put on the robes, and refreshed their wine glasses. Dan put some more wood on the fire. It would probably stay warm throughout the night now. They thought of what they could do now. Strip poker came to mind, but there would be only one hand and it would be over. It had been a long day, so they had decided to go to bed for the night.

Suddenly, a large lightning bolt struck with a flash and a loud bang nearby. The lights went out. No problem. Good scouts are always prepared. He lit a nearby candle and they went hand in hand to the bedroom. It’s a good thing they had prepared everything earlier so that everything was put away. There was nothing to trip over, and the bed was easy to find in the light from the candle and the glow from the fireplace in the other room. Dan sat the candle on the nightstand by the bed and turned to hug Rosana. Her arms enveloped his body and his went about her waist. They pulled each other close and tightly held one another, her head on his shoulder. All was safe and secure in each other’s arms.

They helped remove the robes from each other and as they slipped silently to the floor they stepped out of them and into the warm bed and under the covers. She was on the left side, he on the right. Once again, their arms entwined each other. This time, their lips met in a soft kiss. Then, harder, lips parting, tongues exploring each others’. Ummm, nice kisses. Hands starting to explore now. Fingers stroking up and down their backs. Dan held her head with one hand while he trailed kisses over her face, on her ear, down her neck. “Ummm, nice” Rosana sighed. He moved his other hand over the curve of her hip, over her firm buttocks, over the small of her back, all the while trailing kisses over her neck and face.

She responded by grasping his hard butt and running her other hand over his hairy chest, feeling his breath going in and out, quickening by the minute. She playfully tweaked his nipple causing him to squeal out “OH!”. But he liked it and it made his nipple hard and sensitive. He lowered his head to HER chest and gently nibbled her nipple, then changed to gentle sucking. “Oh, Ahh” she groaned, as her chest rose to meet his mouth. Now, as his hand moved up to hold and caress her full ripe breast, his tongue took over, licking circles around the areola. Sometimes sucking the whole areola and nipple into his mouth, wondering if he could tickle his tonsils with it.

“Mmmmmm. Good tongue”. “Keep it up. I can’t believe it but you’re making me horny all over again!”

“Ummm, I will. I could eat you for hours.”

“Promises, promises, you teaser”

“We’ll see who’s teasing. Lie back and enjoy. I’m too spent to do anything else anyway.”

“At least your tongue is still hard!” she laughed.

With that, he slithered across her chest to the other breast, fluttering kisses and tongue tracks as he went. It was feeling left out, so he gave it the same manipulations as the first one, fondling it with his hand, licking circles around it, tenderly grazing on the nipple with his lips and tongue. It responded as well, standing up tall and proud like a rocket cone from her heaving chest. His right hand was still groping the other one, both hands squeezing and kneading them together.

His kisses languished down her cleavage, down to her navel, şerifali escort bayan and in and around it. Then across her stomach and to each side of her waist, kissing, nipping at her smooth brown skin. He couldn’t really see too much in the pale candle light, but who needed to. He knew the path by heart. Her stomach twitched a bit at his manipulations as her breathing rose from her diaphragm. Her hands went to his head, stroking and guiding it, coaxing it even lower. Pushing the covers out of the way, he slid lower, across her hips and down her thighs, hands following now, encircling her hips. He massaged her legs and knees with his strong hands, molding the muscles into melted putty.

As his hands went to the inside of her legs, she instinctively opened and spread them. His hands rubbed higher up, reaching and touching her soft vulva. He could feel the heat there against his hand. He rubbed his fingertips along her labia around the sides, and to the slit below. He could feel the wetness there now as he rubbed it on his finger, coating it with her juices. He inserted it inside her a couple of inches, feeling the wet heat surrounding it. Then, pulling it out and continuing to rub in her inner labia, up an down until it found her little nubbin sticking out.

“Ahhhh, yes, that’s the spot. Ohhh, you know how to turn me on. Be gentle. I’m still a little sore from earlier. Yes, purrfect! Like that. You really DO have Magic Fingers, you know.”

After rubbing her clit a while, he moved the fingers back down to her vagina and inserted his index finger all the way into her, as far as it would go. Then wiggled it around inside her, moving it up until it reached her “G” spot. “OH, how do you know where that is?” she asked.

“Magic Fingers never reveals his secrets.” He replied as he continued manipulating her there a bit. Then he inserted another finger and moved them both around inside her. Meanwhile, he touched his tongue to her clit and started lapping at it, causing her to groan and gyrate her hips on his fingers.

“Wait!” she exclaimed. “I have a better idea. Lie back. I want some of you too.” They exchanged places, with Dan on the bottom now. She straddled his chest with her legs, facing his feet, and grasped his half-dead penis in her hands. “I get the picture now. You have good ideas. Now where were we? Ah yes, I can feel your cheeks on my chest, and smell the aroma from your honey pot. Slide it back to my face. Let me taste it.” He said.

His cock was starting to respond to her caresses. She bent down to kiss it on the head, then using her tongue, licking around it. Then down to his big balls, licking and kissing them too, until she felt a definite enlargement in her hand. Meanwhile, he had grasped her butt cheeks and was squeezing them while rubbing his hands all over them. Now kissing one cheek while squeezing the other, then the same to the other one. He trailed his fingers lightly down the crack of her ass and across the sensitive skin below her pussy, then continued trailing up her lips to her clit, wetting them as he went. After a few more strokes up and down, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, touching it right to her clit, moving it around in circles, And pressing it to her hardening little nub.

“Uuugh, that feels great. Keep it up.” And with that, she engulfed the head of his rising cock with her lips, licking it with her tongue. She opened wider, letting it slide about 2″ into her mouth, gently sucking, not closing around it tightly. She raised her head, letting it slide all the way out, just the tip touching her lips, then üsküdar escort bayan lowered herself faster down over it, even deeper, until it was touching the back of her tongue and throat. She was still holding the base of it with one hand while fondling his hairy balls with the other. She had done it! He was alive and fully aroused again. No one could see it, but she had a big smile on her face from his hard cock in her mouth and hands, and from his tongue lapping the juices from her warm pussy lips. “Mmmmmm”, she moaned a deep sigh on his cock as she moved her head up and down now, getting into a slow rhythm, squeezing his shaft and balls while going deeper, deeper up her throat.

“AAAHhhhhmmm”, he groaned into her vagina as he spread her lips with his hands and attacked her luscious labia with his tongue, sucking and trailing kisses all over her mound. He rammed his tongue into her pussy hole as far as it would go, licking inside, outside, while running his fingers around her legs, her butt, her ass. She was moving with him now, enjoying the manipulations exquisitely! She was in heaven now, feelings mounting, juices flowing freely, each of them fucking each other with their mouth and tongues. On and on they went, She moving her head around his big stiff cock, he licking her juices and rubbing her ass and clit with his fingers. Seconds changed to minutes, time stood still. They were like a well-oiled machine, pumping, churning, getting higher and closer to their final destination.

She started first with her hips and insides starting to vibrate. She could feel his hard member throbbing and knew he was close too. Then she went off like a firecracker exploding. “Mmmmm. Ahhhhhh” “Mmmmm Ohhhhh” as she came with a copious flow all over his mouth and face; hips grinding, legs shaking, almost passing out from the intensity of it all. She kept it up for minutes, never letting him slip from her mouth. He was doing all he could just to hold on to her as she was thrashing about.

As her orgasm subsided somewhat, she realized that he had not cum yet. Gathering up her strength and resolve, she set about to correct the inequity of the situation. She closed her mouth tighter around him, sucked him in harder, rubbed his big hard nuts in her fingers, pumped her head faster and faster. He had not stopped sucking her either, but only slowed while she climaxed and the sensitivity subsided. “Hmmmm, Suck my cum out. Swallow it deep in your throat” he mumbled between licks. Then he felt the inevitable starting. From deep inside him, he could sense the hot cum boiling up, ready to explode into her awaiting mouth. His hips were pumping now with her thrusts on his cock. His tongue and mouth were all over her wet womb, licking, sucking. She felt the first contraction as his hard cock throbbed and sent the first spinning liquid to the tip. She tasted it and it was good. She sucked and fucked him now with full force, and he exploded with a mighty stream into the back of her throat. “AHHHH, I’m CUMMMMING! SUCK IT ALL OUT! OH AHHH” She almost choked from the suddenness of it. He pumped wad after wad into her pretty mouth, so much that she could not swallow it all and some was running out onto her face and his legs. This triggered her again. With a loud moan, she came again and again over his face as he was sucking and lapping up her juices. It seemed as though every time he squirted, she squirted more too. “Ohhh, Mmmmmmm, NNGHHH Ahhh”

Finally, they were spent. The breathing was returning to normal, blood returning back to their brains to bring them back from nearly passing out from their intense orgasm. She turned around and lay on top of him full length, their bodies fitting to each other like a glove, and they kissed each other sensuously and deeply, tasting each others juices on their mouths and tongues.

“I love you” they both said to each other at the same time.

Laughing, they settled in for a good night’s sleep with the rain poring lightly outside, perfect sleeping weather.

The End

Valerie was a yoga instructor, part-time anyway. During her classes she would tie her long black hair up, when manning the front desk it was always down. Her hair was essential in her mind, work, play, work versus play. She took her job seriously, but better than that she enjoyed the benefits of it.

Valerie’s eyes shifted from an indigo to deep shaded sapphires depending on the light, they attracted all who came in her vicinity. Direct eye contact was key, a smile, friendly gestures all apart of welcoming guests.

She would never mind the smiling, or the guests who came in different shapes and sizes, or Zack who liked to ramble on about how he wished his penis was larger (and that was often, seven inches was okay.), but most importantly that he was able to last longer than he did two years ago. What Valerie did mind was her relationship with Anna, she had interests in her, but she still liked other men and women.

Their relationship may have been called open, but in truth both did what they felt with whomever, the only difference being them sleeping in the same bed at the end of the day. Today was no different. It had only been a month since Ted left, and now his replacement Smith was at the front desk this morning.

Smith had hay colored hair, dark eyes like Pete, a generous smile, nice dick, but Smith…Valerie thought, Smith was a bit lazy in her opinion. He took long breaks, and not sex breaks or lunch breaks, not breaks to walk outside or take a nap. He would literally disappear and reappear after a line started at the desk.

Anna would constantly scold him, but she was a busy worker, she was here and there, speaking to guests, giving tours, looking over any problem, going over paperwork and bills. If Zack saw the desk empty he would slide in and take over for Smith, but then Smith would reappear and they’d have some small miff.

Zack loved the resort, despite him wanting more inches, he was very loyal and dedicated to his work. Once Smith came around, Zack’s entire mood changed. But today Valerie wasn’t worried about Smith, she passed him walking towards the clinic, his hand knee deep in some girl’s cunt, not Hailey. Valerie loved her little sister, and like Valerie herself she was allowed to do whatever she pleased, just not Smith.

Once she made her way into the clinic she waved Hailey over, she was in her scrubs grinning wildly.

“Is Dr. Grant in today? I have a check-up.”

Hailey shook her head “Val, staff check-ups started last week. Where have you been?”

Valerie smiled “Working, is Dr. Cruise in?”

“None of the doctors are at the moment, they’re with a patient who needed immediate help, from all three doctors.”

Three doctors were all they needed along with three nurses, injury didn’t happen often here at the resort.

“But Pete’s in, he’s taking Dr. Grant’s place for check-ups. He’s free right now.”

Valerie nodded “That’d be great, so do I need a slip?”

Hailey laughed “Please, everyone knows you. Head on back.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you at lunch.” Valerie waved pushing through a wide double door. She made her way down the small white hallway flagging door number two.

Pete grinned when she entered the room “Val, I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“Yeah.” Val sat down on the exam table, her heels clicking against the metal underneath. “I’ve been trying to get my head clear with all the new changes.”

“Ted leaving?” Pete asked, Ted and Pete may have not been close or friends at all, but in the end they left on better terms once Ted and Lola became an item.

“That and his replacement. Smith.”

“I know, Anna’s running around all floors. You think he’ll be fired soon?” Pete started pulling blue latex gloves out of the box that sat on the counter top, sliding them on.

“Who knows, if he gets enough complaints maybe. I quit the yoga instructor gig.”

Pete’s eyes fell, he bit his lip. He knew Valerie, she wasn’t a quitter. “Why? Did something happen?”

Valerie rubbed her hands together “Pete, I’m just not in my state of mind…I.” Val bit her tongue unsure if she should tell him.

“Valerie, if something happened, tell me.” Pete’s eyes were beating into hers almost as if he was trying to read her mind.

Valerie rubbed her palms again “You know about my relationship with Anna and Grant right?”

“Everyone does, what about it?”

“Well we had rough sex, as usual.” Valerie began “It became more of an Anna and Grant screw session.”

“But that’s not all.”

“No, when it was my turn Grant did not fall short. But it’s been a week and I’m still sore.”

Pete looked her up and down “How long did you guys go?”

“Three hours, it wasn’t long, it was vaginal.”

“Did you sleep with anyone else?” Val shook her head “What about coming down here?

“I tried contacting the clinic, but I kept getting the answering machine. Then that whole sex-o-rama event crap happened and the clinic was packed. So?”

“Well, I’ll check it out. Undress.”

Valerie wasn’t a stranger to shedding clothes especially beykent escort bayan not with Pete, they’d seen each other naked several times over several years. Valerie came out of her top and then slid her skirt down. Pete took them and folded them, placing them on the counter before she took off her bra, and then her thong.

Valerie was a C cup, and her hips were plump, her pale legs glowed.

“Alright lay back.” Valerie did as he said spreading her legs. The first thing Pete did was rubbed her nipples, they were small and hard. He didn’t hesitate to pull and twist causing Valerie to groan. She loved it especially when he started to knead her breasts.

“Gloves the new standard now?” Valerie asked as he kneeled down to look at her vagina.

“Only for staff check ups now. New policy.”

“We have a policy?” Valerie smiled.

“Yup, it’s in the handbook.” Pete started pressing his gloved index finger inside her moist cove. “You are a bit sensitive.” Pete began pushing further into her.

Valerie’s knees went up. “No one reads the handbook, Pete.”

“Anna does.” Pete moved his finger back “How does that feel?”

“Nice and it makes me horny, and Anna does not read the handbook.”

“Anna’s too anal not to.” Pete’s finger pressed inside harder causing Valerie’s legs to twitch. “Does it hurt?”

“A little.” Pete removed his finger “Did you insert anything inside you?”

“Nothing besides Grant’s cock.”

“How much force was he using?”

“A considerate amount, he did feel a bit thicker than usual.” Pete made a Hmm sound.

“You know we have this new treatment that makes the penis larger, but it’s temporary.”

“Is it supposed to break my crotch in two?”

“Probably not, but we have our famous curative ointment.” Pete pulled open a drawer picking of a slightly used tube. Squeezing the tube, blue gel poured into his hand. He rubbed it mainly on the finger tips of his glove before inserting his fingers inside.

“Mmmm, you ever think you’ll outgrow Grant one day?” Valerie’s leg’s spread further apart.

“And be a doctor here? Maybe, or maybe I’ll find a normal sex free job.” Pete smirked pushing his two fingers towards her core, he began moving his hand back and forth, the warmth of her cunt soaked through the latex. Valerie enjoyed the cool feeling the gel left her with, especially when it was inside her.

“You should be better later on. How’s your butt?”

Valerie laughed “I don’t know Pete, my ass has been…asleep I guess.” She bent over onto the table “You know everyone calls you the ass man right?”

“Can’t help that.” Pete grinned throwing off his used gloves, he rinsed his hands and placed on fresh ones. “I like the constriction.” Pete poked his entire index finger into her ass.

“Checking my colon then?”

“Part of the exam.” He quickly pulled the finger out, picking up his chart as Valerie turned over. “You’re fine, just be careful with rough sex.”

“Thank you doctor.” Valerie hopped off the table and started dressing again “285 called for me last week.”

“Oh.” Pete stopped writing on the chart, room 285 now belonged to Brian Lodge, a porn star with an award winning wiener. He was a friend of Anna, one she met when she tried to enter the industry herself, but it wasn’t all fun for Anna. She still kept in contact with Brian though, he’d always throw extravagant parties at the Felt, every day and night for two entire months.

Wild sex, insane sex, unimaginable sex, that was what Brian craved. Sometimes he’d pick some staff or a guest or two to join him, but this was the first time Valerie got an invite. She wasn’t really into Brian. He was a handsome man, yes, rich too, but he could be a pompous ass.

If any rejected Brian Lodge’s invite there would be trouble, Brian wanted what he wanted, he was a most unruly guest. But Valerie wasn’t willing to bend over backwards for a temperamental porn star.

Valerie pulled her skirt up and slid her shirt back on facing Pete “I sent the invite back.”

Pete’s eyes nearly fell out onto the floor “Does Anna know?”

“Mhmm, it wouldn’t matter if she or anyone else knows. Brian Lodge is an annoying prick.”

“He sent a letter to Anna didn’t he? That’s why you’re stressing.”

Valerie crossed her arms “He is a wealthy guest, but this resort owes him no favors.”

“So he sent for Anna?”

“Anna’s in her office. I-

“Excuse me Pete, Valerie.” Hailey poked her head into the room “Valerie, that Brian guy is here…”

“Here?”

“He’s- Hailey was shoved aside and Brian Lodge took the stage.

“You can’t barge in here!” Hailey shouted.

“I can go anywhere I please. If you want to check, go ahead and ask the front desk.” Brian said, his light brown hair looked like felt, and his gray eyes looked dead. Hailey grumbled a few words before storming out towards the front desk. He was wearing a black dress shirt and pants staring at Valerie like she was prey.

“Anna said you’d be in your room, incirli escort bayan but alas you weren’t.” Brian had a smooth voice.

“I’m returning to duty.” Valerie said.

“I really hope you reconsider my invite.” Brian smiled. Pete was glaring at him, but his frightful gaze didn’t phase the porn star whatsoever.

“I am sorry Mr. Lodge, but I won’t. And I won’t be accepting any invites from you, I have a lot of work to do. You understand?”

Brian’s smile fell “I see. Well maybe you’ll come around. Tell Anna I’d like to stop by her office when she’s free.”

“Of course.” Valerie never smiled once at him, but eventually he left.

“Want me to get Chef to mess with his food?” Pete stared after Brian.

“No, he’s just a man child. But speaking of invites, Diane has invited me to her play dungeon upstairs, she said I could invite anyone.”

Pete smiled “How can I refuse, when?”

“Tomorrow at six, bring you friend, and no gloves.” Valerie winked before walking out.

“Got it.” Pete gave a thumbs up as she strode out of the office.

Pete was a kind guy, to everyone mostly. But on his break he would often go to his room to take a nap. But poor Val was being preyed on by the hotel’s notorious sex fiend, who took no for an answer, but didn’t like it. Valerie was at the front desk after lunch passed. Hailey would be taking over for Pete now in the clinic.

“Val, how are you feeling now?” It had been three hours since they saw each other.

Valerie just gave a smile “I’m okay, thanks. Anna’s screwing Grant.”

“I know, we all do.”

“No, Anna is screwing Grant, like solo, no partners. I like the openness, but what is the point of a relationship now?”

Pete rubbed his head “You think this isn’t just a phase, it’s like she wants him-

“She can want him Pete, she can have him, but she has to remember to have me at some point. We haven’t touched one another in so many days now.”

Valerie typed furiously onto the computer keyboard registering a guest for a special package.

“That is between you two, no relationship or relationship and- Smith appeared frowning, holding a small bag in his hand.

“Where have you been?” Valerie asked narrowing her eyes.

“Candy store, how do you make a cum filling for taffy?” Smith asked placing the bag on the desk.

“Smith, you’re off the clock now. I had to handle the front desk for two hours, two hours of your shift.”

Smith pulled out a lollipop “Sorry-

“Smith you need to get it together or Anna’s going to snap you up and spit you out.”

“Or slap you.” Pete shrugged “Where do you disappear to?”

“Brian Lodge was having a party thing, I was invited, I can’t refuse. He’s big.” Smith said looking over Val’s shoulder “Miss Landry requested an upgrade today.”

“Okay. Was Anna with you?”

Smith shook his head “I’m sorry, but he could cut me down, do you know how much he makes?”

Valerie sighed turning away from Smith who plucked a lollipop from his bag and placed it in his mouth.

“But Mindy was there.”

“Mindy can be a cumslut for any cock that’s attached to a five dollar bill.”

“That’s harsh.” Smith shook his head “Mindy’s just a sport.”

“I enjoy playing with balls too, but Brian Lodge is just…a posh porn star who hasn’t starred in a decent porno in eight years. We accept him for the business and money he brings in. The staff isn’t for his personal selection.”

Smith looked at Pete who just shook his head. “Well I’m here now and you’re stressed to kill.”

“I’m not that stressed. I’m always ready to kill.”

“Come on, break time.” Pete tapped his hand on the desk. Valerie gave up, those two would stay on her until she was bare.

“Fine, but call me if an emergency or a guest has a question you can’t answer.”

“It’s okay, I read the handbook.” Smith said. Seriously?

Pete brought Valerie to his room, it was smaller than most suites, but staff had lesser rooms than their elusive or exclusive guests. The room was blue and gold with the same bed. Pete popped down on the bed.

“Sex is not the answer for every problem.” Valerie said sliding off her shirt.

“It’s a great stress relieve.” Pete told her pulling his shirt off. Once they were naked Pete glanced at her.

“Well I may be known for an ass guy, but I’d like to see how this hole feels to see if it’s all healed up.” Pete rubbed her clit. Valerie smiled.

“Mhmm.” Valerie kissed him before pushing him down onto the bed, she rubbed her opening against his cock, letting her juices cover him entirely.

Pete sat up and pushed her down “You should just forget all your worries for right now.” Pete’s cock started to push at her entrance.

“I’m trying.” Valerie grinned as his cock entered her. Pete moved in and out causing her pussy to dribble.

“I love your cock.” Valerie groaned as he pushed all the way inside her.

“I love that you’re never loose.” Pete gave a compliment back as he started thrusting in zeytinburnu escort bayan her.

“Yeahhh.” Valerie groaned, she was no longer in any pain as he rocked her body.

Pete turned her over to get better penetration. Valerie grabbed the sheets smiling.

Pete kept burying himself deep inside her pussy, he swelled inside her as her cunt wrapped around him like a small fitting glove.

“Ahh.” Valerie loved that Pete was always an open option whether she was in a relationship or not. He was not without his gifts either.

Pete turned her over lifting both of her legs over his head giving more leeway, his balls kept pressing against her opening wanting to climb inside.

Sweat was forming on her forehead as he gave her his all and she received it greatly, harder pumps, faster pumps, a river of pussy juice underneath their conjoined bodies.

Pete came inside her causing Valerie to close her eyes for a second, the heat from his jizz was making her head spin. He didn’t remove himself, but started up once again.

“No torture…” She groaned wanting him all day.

“You’re on a small break right now.” Pete leaned down rubbing his hands over of large pillowy breasts.

Pete rocked himself back and forward, stroking upward, pumping her vagina ceiling and then into her creamy center until they both came. Pete pulled out a little winded.

“Let me see the treasure.” Pete watched as Valerie sat up, knees bent spreading her legs. She used her fingers to spread her vagina open so he could see his hot seed spilling out of her.

“Better?” Pete smiled.

“A little. You have a lot of cum.” Valerie noted as she was still leaking onto his bed.

“Mhmm, so are you going back to the desk or your room?”

“Who knows, Anna’s probably in her office still.”

“You worry too much.” Valerie rubbed his member.

“Then help me worry less.” Pete immediately flattened her to the bed where he entered her once more.

“Question.” Pete pumped slowly inside, the cum made it easier for him to push.

“Do you expect an answer at this moment?” Valerie asked rolling her hips against him.

“Yeah.” Pete pushed himself further, he could feel the cum pushing it’s way out of her pussy as he pushed himself towards the center. “What are you going to do now that you’re no longer the yoga instructor?”

Valerie sighed, she pressed her thighs together causing Pete to freeze in his place, lodged at her cervix.

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll stick with the front desk for the time being. But for the time being, being now, I’d like you to screw me.”

“Says the one stopping me.” Pete tried to push himself in further, her thighs as well as her cunt was closing around him. Valerie only smiled, releasing her thighs for him to probe her body thoroughly.

Once they both came again Valerie laid sprawled out on Pete’s bed “I’m not sure what job I’d like besides yoga.”

“Then go back to yoga.” Pete was entering his bathroom “Or the fitn-

“Nope, not a great fit for me right now.” Pete came out tossing a blue towel at her.

“Anna’s the president and you’re the vice, when she’s unable you are. I don’t see why you don’t just slow down.”

Valerie rubbed the towel over her sweet glistening lips “Mhmm, but I like working.”

“You love it. You deserve a break, so why not take it?”

“Unless my break is relieving myself-

“I mean it could be, but you like lunch.”

Valerie laughed “We’re humans, we have to eat.”

“You like to eat the same thing I do.” Pete teased flicking her towel.

“You know what I mean, Peter.” Valerie sat up contemplating what to do, Pete jumped into the shower with her following him in.

Valerie decided instead of watching him rub the cum off his penis that she would assist him. She bent down on both knees and held his cock, still warm, and still hard. She did enjoy cock as well as pussy. Valerie shoved the entire head into her mouth with no problem. She could hear Pete groan, she rocked her head down and then back before consuming more.

His cock only got harder as she pulled her mouth down onto entire cock, her nose hitting his balls. He tasted sort of like orange zest. Knowing Pete, he’d probably been inside some woman, patient or staff who used a body gel or wash that was of the citrus variety. Each time she felt his staff hit the back of her throat she would grip his balls and twist, Pete was not immune to such pleasures.

She kept bobbing her head until she felt his warm thick fluff fill her throat nearly drowning her, she swallowed it all, tasting the sweet fruit flavor made her crave more, but they could save it for another day.

After they both hopped out of the shower, Pete remained since he was still on his break (extended break), while Valerie got dressed so she could continue her shift. Smith was surprising sitting there still, a guest was rubbing her cock as he typed and scanned the computer screen with a bored eyes.

“I’m back.” Valerie said tapping his shoulder. Smith yawned turning around, he looked at Valerie and then at the woman.

“Zack shift starts in thirty minutes.”

“Good, then I can get off before then.” Valerie smiled, she didn’t care if Smith was new, if he was good or bad, if she got back before her shift had ended or on the time her shift started, she would be receiving stimulation from whatever staffer or guest that was there at the time.

It was mid October. Across the bristling hillside the cedar and silver birch trees were slowly swallowing the withered sun. Soon the night would reclaim them. And soon, thought Larissa as she felt the evening frost sting her fingers, soon the snows would come, and then perhaps he would come too.

He had come to her last fall. Trekking back to Fort Compton to sell his furs and to shelter for the winter, he had asked whether he might rest awhile. He had stayed nearly a week. In their giving and taking, Larissa had thought they were merely bartering need for need, as he had bartered with Mohawk and Seneca. Only when he left, did her winter truly arrive, and only then did her empty heart discover the cost of their trade. Now her sole comfort was the prospect of his return. So Larissa watched the skies and counted the days, and waited.

The first snow arrived a few days later. To the other farmers around Kimberling it was an early, unwanted guest. But Larissa welcomed the snow like an old friend. She busied herself, stabling the horses and stacking logs next to the fire and stove. From the cupboard she retrieved a pair of old silk sheets and laid them across the thin mattress of her bed – just in case, she told herself. She took out a white, laced dress that her grandmother had bequeathed her. Holding it against her body, she pushed up her hair and regarded herself in the mirror. Then she pulled a face at her reflection and put the dress away.

It snowed for three days and nights, sifting floury, thick flakes upon the trees and pastureland. On the fourth afternoon, Larissa was looking out towards the west. There she spotted a figure, pulling a string of mules, shapeless and almost indistinct against the grey, white and black of the forest. Her heart leapt as she recognised his loping stride. From the farmhouse she tracked him as he worked his way down the ridge and across the fields. Behind him lay a trail of footprints in the thick carpet of snow. Tomorrow, she thought, his prints will have gone, and soon he will have gone too.

She put on her greatcoat and ran out to meet him by the Dutch barn.

‘You’ve come back,’ was all she could think to say.

Nathan was bearded, weather-beaten and weary. Even under the thick bearskin coat, he seemed thinner than she remembered.

‘Yes,’ he agreed uncertainly, as if surprised to find himself there.

‘Eat or sleep?’ she asked.

‘Eat,’ he answered.

As Nathan tended to the mules, Larissa heated up some stew and poured him a large glass of rye beer. He was hungry and devoured the food in quick, heaped spoonfuls. They sat in awkward silence but, as he ate, he watched her with appraising, hunter’s eyes. And she watched him too, occasionally touching his arm across the table, as if by accident, but really to convince herself that he was not some cruel apparition that her loneliness had summoned from the past.

Almost as soon as he had finished, he fell asleep by the fire, lulled by the journey, the warmth and the beer.

When he awoke, Larissa was beside him. She had changed into her grandmother’s kadıköy escort bayan dress. Nathan admired her slim forearms and calves, browned by the long summer days working the fields, and now reddened by the fire’s glow. She had loosened her hair and it tumbled over her shoulders in liquid tresses, as dark and deep as her eyes.

The sleep had refreshed him. He drew her face to his and tried to kiss her but she pulled away.

‘Not yet. I want to wash the forest from you.’

‘It’ll take more than soap and water,’ he shrugged.

She poured him a bath by the fire. Nathan struggled out of his dirty, ragged clothes.

‘I’ll wash what I can,’ she called from the kitchen, ‘but I’ll burn the rest of your clothes. I’ll give you some of John’s.’ Through the doorway she watched him from behind. His body was lean and hard. Even shaving, his movements were easy and economical.

Larissa brought Nathan fresh clothes as he towelled himself off. Now, she found a quite different man before her, beardless and younger-looking.

‘I barely recognise you,’ she laughed. But at once they seemed easier with one another, as though the year apart had been no more than a few days.

They lay beside the fire. He told her of the summer, of his dealings with the Indian tribes and of his hunting, but mostly of the forest.

‘The forest scares me,’ she said. ‘It’s so wild. I’m always careful to keep to the paths because I’m afraid of getting lost.’

‘That’s because you fight it. You want to control it, like this farm. But you have to surrender to its moods. Then the forest will protect you, just as it protects the wildcats and wolves.’

‘Exactly,’ she laughed.

He stroked her hair. ‘One day I’ll take you with me. We can trek for a week and I’ll take you to Magic Lake. I’ll teach you to trust the forest. Soon you won’t want to leave.’

She told him about the farm. It had been three years since John had died and each year had been harder for her. He asked her about the harvest, the prices she had gotten for her produce, how she managed to cope.

‘Haven’t you thought of re-marrying?’ he said.

Larissa blushed. ‘Oh, my neighbours would marry me off in a moment, but the sons just want an unpaid servant and the fathers want my land. I’m better off on my own.’

As she spoke, the firelight cast flickering shadows on her face like clouds drifting across the moon. He stroked Larissa’s cheek as if to dispel them. She ran her hand across his chest. She felt a ridge of hard skin beneath his shirt. She unbuttoned it and found a long, jagged scar, still livid.

‘How did you get that?’ she asked, touching it tentatively. Her fingertips traced the length of the scar.

Before he could answer, she had bent forwards and licked it. Nathan pushed back her face and kissed her mouth. She smelled of soap and lavender. Larissa closed her eyes and his lips stroked the lids, brushing her lashes. As his hands stroked the nape of her neck, his lips traced her cheekbones until he was again ataşehir escort bayan kissing her mouth, his tongue hungrily exploring her own. To Larissa each kiss seemed to be a smooth pebble gliding across a shaded lake, barely rippling the surface of her skin but stirring deep undercurrents of desire.

Nathan drew her up and led her to the bed. They knelt against each other, his chest pressing hard against her breasts. Through her dress he could feel her hardened nipples and she could feel his hard flesh. He pulled the dress over her head and, as it shook free, a cascade of water-falling hair lapped against their faces. He caressed her throat, drowning in the dark, flooding waves. She eagerly undressed him in her turn. With each kiss she felt the calm and order of her life receding as he led her from the narrow track of her daily existence farther and farther into a bewildering forest of emotions. Soon, she knew, she would lose all bearing but onwards she went, guided only by her instincts, her needs and her lover.

Now his lips were on her throat, her shoulders, and then her mouth again. As each kiss grew harder and deeper, she imagined herself tumbling down ravines and hillsides, falling head-over-heels and then landing on the snow-cool softness of the silk sheets.

Nathan had pushed her down onto the bed. His hands were feasting upon her, sliding across her body, scooping her breasts into his mouth. He sucked her nipples, as hard and sweet as wild cherry stones. She gasped. He licked her belly and slipped his tongue into its recess. Now, for Larissa, there was only submission to the chaos of her senses. Her fingers were in his hair, pressing his face lower until he tasted her salty sweetness.

Nathan ran his fingers through the thicket of her hair, massaging the soft mound above her slit. As he pressed and rubbed his palm against her, he lowered his head between her thighs and sucked on her pink, yielding lips. Then with broad, slow strokes his tongue claimed her clitoris. Larissa groaned and spread her legs wider. Up and down, his tongue slid over her, flooding her limbs with tides of exquisite agony.

After several minutes Nathan stopped licking and, looking up at her face, grinned. ‘You’re so smooth and wet and warm,’ he whispered. ‘We’ve waited so long for this. Tell me how much you want it.’

‘Oh yes, darling,’ she murmured. ‘I’ve wanted you so much. I couldn’t wait any longer.’

Then, as he held her gaze, he slipped two fingers into her. She closed her eyes, gasping and bucking against his hand. He slid in and out of her, all the time watching her face and feeling her heave against him. Then he withdrew and held his hand above his mouth. She opened her eyes and watched him catch a silver thread of her juice on his lips. ‘You taste so sweet – like wild honey,’ he said, licking his fingers. He eased them back into her, and resumed licking at her clitoris, fingers and tongue working together in a sensual duet.

Swiftly he brought Larissa to the edge of a tantalising ümraniye escort bayan precipice; then, as she felt herself about to plummet, desperate for the headlong, ecstatic fall, he withdrew. Tenderly he rubbed around her slit and nibbled at her breasts.

‘Not yet, my love,’ he whispered.

Gradually her breathing slowed and her moaning receded. At that point he gently drew back the hood of her clitoris, revealing the lovely, pink bud and started sucking on it, gorging himself on her succulent fruit.

‘Don’t stop. Never stop,’ she cried.

But Nathan ignored his lover. He brought her gasping to the brink for a second, and then a third time. Larissa could stand it no more.

‘I want you in me, darling, please,’ she pleaded.

He sat back and wiped his mouth with his forearm.

‘No, no,’ she said, ‘Here.’ She drew his face to her mouth and lapped at his lips and chin, savouring her own juices.

He pulled away and pressed her back against the bed. Kneeling above her, he ran his hands across her shoulders, over her taut breasts and down to her hips, admiring her body and his control of it. He cupped he buttocks and pulled her on to his lap. Then he spread her thighs, brown and slick with wetness, wider yet. He rubbed her slit with the palm of his hand and, with his thumbs, parted her and drew her on to him.

‘Oh God, you feel so big and hard and wet,’ she gasped.

His hands were beneath her, pulling her against him. Her long legs enveloped his waist, holding him tightly as she arched against him. She wanted to feel his full force. At once she was lost again to the one, all-consuming sensation, feeling him in every part of her, and wanting to stay in this sacred place forever.

Beyond the forest of their bed, the wind sighed, the larch tree beat its branches against the window and the beasts howled.

Larissa held Nathan within her as their bodies ebbed and flowed with the rhythms of the night. He thrust into her deep and hard and steady. Then faster and harder yet. Still harder. Only Larissa’s shoulders were on the bed as she clung to her kneeling lover. She felt herself coming to the edge of her precipice again. Only this time he was with her, pulling her against him as he pressed ever deeper. With one last lunge he drove her back against the bed. She took his full weight upon her as she felt herself falling, tumbling through the air, sobbing breathlessly and clinging even tighter to her lover. His cries mingled with her screams as he expelled his seed into her. Their bodies shuddered in fits of ecstatic relief, squeezing every last sensation from their coming.

Larissa and Nathan lay in each other’s arms.

Their wanting bore the briefest rest. Larissa leant upon her elbow and stroked her hair against Nathan’s matted chest. ‘So is that the forest you wanted to take me to?’ she said. ‘You’re right, I don’t want to leave it. In fact, I need to explore it further.’ He smiled as she kissed him again and felt him harden in her hand.

They slept very little that night.

When Larissa awoke, Nathan had already made coffee. He sat beside her on the bed, combing her dark locks between his fingers.

‘I’ve been thinking,’ he said. ‘I have to go Fort Compton soon. But afterwards I could come back here and help you on the farm. Would that be alright?’

She smiled at him with loving eyes, and sipped her coffee.

Who is the hunter now, she wondered, and whom the prey?

PART 2 – TET HOLIDAY

1. MORE SHENANIGANS

It was January now, and the Lunar New Year holiday was nearing. Tuyet would come back home for about three weeks, and we had already talked about seeing each other. She suggested going to my fantasy coffee shop first, the one where I had wanted to take her after our Tuesday lunches, back last summer.

There would be a lot to talk about. I wasn’t sure if I would divulge all the details of my affair with Nguyet, which had stopped during our—Tuyet’s and mine—summer of love. As Tuyet was in college, though, Nguyet and I had some beautiful afternoons (and one night) together again. I told myself to keep the two affairs separate for now. Not that either of the two could be overly jealous—after all, we all knew it was an affair—but those intimate moments we shared were too precious to be talked about at this point, I thought.

Tuyet had sex at college, too; she had mentioned an older student who was like a tutor or the leader of a study group. Of course, I was gonna ask her more about the whole thing, and perhaps then I would share some of the details of my fling with Nguyet. I was pretty sure Tuyet would dig the threesome and foursome stories.

Tuyet texted me the day after she had arrived, and we agreed to go to the older, secluded coffee shop that had a modest hotel across from it. I requested she wear the grey tailored dress, as I had jerked off to the image of her sitting there wearing that dress—of course with no underwear. She texted me back that she loved how much things were still the same. I had no doubt that she would want to take off her panties at some point—perhaps we would remember to take them this time. Then we would go across the little alley and just fuck each other senseless.

I arrived first and waited for her in the small parking lot, as it was separated from the rest of the café by some bushes. I smoked a cigarette and waved at her to park here, too. She was wearing the large copper-colored shorts, though, together with a white T-shirt and a white bra—the same outfit she wore on the day we went to the old house, when it all had started, about seven months ago. We kissed, as no one could really see us, and picked a table at the other end. The café was rather empty, as people were preparing for the biggest holiday of the year.

Anyway, she looked hot. As she was walking in front of me, I saw her butt swinging inside her shorts. She didn’t seem to have changed; she hadn’t put on weight or anything. She could have, though, as slender as she was. Her hair was rather short, but still in a ponytail, which was held together by a cute little hairclip with flowers. I could barely contain my urge to caress her butt through the shorts or kiss her again. With the café being as empty as it was, I was sure we could get some action going in the back here.

“You look beautiful. Just the way I remembered you,” I began.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “You look good too, like you lost a little weight.”

Naturally, I was flattered. I didn’t really know what to say, so I asked her about college.

“Oh, you know,” she began, “You’ve been to university. You know what it is like.”

“Well, that was 25 years ago in Europe and then in the U.S.,” I reminded her. “I’m sure there’s something that’s different now, here in Vietnam, in 2019. Tell me about your classes and the people you’ve met.”

I just wanted to look at her and soak in her beauty, and after she had been reluctant to talk, she got the ball rolling. I learned everything about the science classes she was taking and her roommate, who was from a small town close to ours.

“Did you stroke some dick again?” I asked to spice up the conversation.

“No. erenler escort bayan I mean, yes, but not like in high school. In college, pretty much everyone fucks if they have a boyfriend or girlfriend,” she told me.

“So, who’s your boyfriend?” I wasn’t jealous but I wanted her to talk about sex some more.

She crossed her legs and got out of her shoes. “He’s a few years older, like 26, and already in the master’s program. He’s teaching one of those seminars where you follow up on the lecture content.”

“And after a few sessions, he asked you out?”

“No, we went to my room right after one of those seminars. I knew my roommate wouldn’t be there, so I took advantage of the opportunity. He had made me hot the whole time in class, when he was looking over my shoulder, breathing at my neck, and helping me. I also knew my roommate had condoms in the drawer.”

“Ha! What about you? You bought some too for the next time?” I wanted to make sure.

“Yeah, of course. We only fuck with condoms. I can’t wait to fuck without one today,” she asserted.

“I’ve got a hard-on already.”

Which wasn’t quite true. My dick was pumping itself up, but it didn’t hurt yet. I actually wanted to sit here for another while, so we ordered another round of coffee. Tuyet excused herself and I lit another cigarette.

She didn’t have her panties in her hand when she came back, but she grinned somewhat mischievously. One pocket was bulging a little. She sat back down but didn’t cross her legs again. I pretended to be completely oblivious.

“So, how’s sex with the dude?” I ask to keep the momentum.

“Pretty good. It’s tender sometimes, and sometimes rough. But he cares that I like it too,” she assured me.

“Well, that’s good. Have your parents ever said anything about last summer?” I asked.

“Not really. They never asked directly, at least. I think our relationship has changed anyway, now that I’m almost 19 and have moved out. They treat me more like an adult,” she added.

She spread her legs a little and they were nicely squeezed from below. I could see all the way up, but her shorts were still blocking the view of her pussy. She caught me looking in the direction, smiled, and put one leg up on her chair. As no one gave a rat’s ass that we were there or what we were doing, I moved closer. I liked seeing her bra and her heaving little titties.

“Flash your tits!” I said.

As she could not see what went on behind her, I assured her that no one was watching.

“Only if you show me your dick,” was her response.

In some way, that was fair but the way I was sitting, someone could actually see it. “I can’t whip my dick out here,” I cautioned.

“Only the tip. For a second. And it’s blocked by the table,” she begged.

I opened my fly slowly and also the button at the top. I reached inside my underwear with both thumbs, pulled it down an inch, and let my glans greet her. She blushed a little and smiled.

“Nice. There it is. I haven’t seen it for so long.” Seeing my dick really seemed to make her happy. I tucked it away again, as she would soon have another chance to look at it more carefully.

“Now you!” I requested.

She reached under her T-shirt and opened her bra, which seemed to be really tight fitting. She held the bottom seam of her T-shirt and lifted it up. I saw one titty first, with a perfect little pink nipple, and then she let the other out as well. It was good seeing them again. My dick was ready to jump and as my pants were still open, I got it back out, perhaps half of it.

“We gotta stop now. Otherwise, I’ll just jump on you right here,” I told her.

As dudullu escort bayan she lowered her shirt and closed her bra again, I moved very close and reached inside her shorts between her legs. My middle and index finger were holding on to the fabric inside, while my thumb was meeting them outside. When I pushed my hand another half-an-inch towards her pussy, I could feel her hair on the back of my fingers. I rubbed her pussy a little bit with the back of my fingers and picked up some sticky juice. I moved the material over and rubbed it a little more. I licked her juice off my fingers and went in again for some more.

As she seemed to be itching, I asked to move on. “Shall we just go across there?” I was sure she had seen the hotel on her way in.

“Isn’t that part of your fantasy?” she asked.

“Well, that was half-a-year ago. And you aren’t wearing the grey dress anyway. We could also go to another hotel but, before we forget: When did you have your last period?” I had to get that out of the way.

“it’s supposed to start later this week. Like in two or three days. So, it’s okay today, and it’ll be again next week.”

“I wouldn’t mind period sex, as you know.”

“Yeah, I know, but it’s the New Year, so we won’t be able to meet for a few days anyway,” she said.

We paid up, moseyed over to the hotel, and checked in. They seemed used to seeing couples who needed a room for a few hours. Maybe not such a young woman with a foreigner, though. Anyway, we had calmed down somewhat and were chatting and giggling all the way. When we got inside the room, which was as basic as I had imagined it, we just took our clothes off. I watched her and, yes, her little tits were rounder now. Well, she was still growing up.

“I like your breasts. I loved the perky ones too, but they always looked like a much younger girl’s. Have you noticed the difference?” I asked.

“Yeah, all my bras are too small now. You just saw how tight the one I’m wearing is. That bra was here in my bedroom the whole time but when I put it on today, it almost didn’t fit.”

“Well, you’re becoming a woman,” was all I could say.

She smiled and was just standing there. Her young body offered the most graceful sight. Her pussy was nicely moist when I reached for it. I asked what she wanted to do.

“Nothing rough. I just wanna take your dick in and maybe talk a little more.”

We lied down; she on top of me, as I was so much heavier. She propped herself up one more time to take my dick in, but then she fell back onto me. Her face was near mine and we were just lying there. Neither of us was thrusting yet. My dick felt like it was still swelling inside her.

“What positions do you do it in, nowadays?” I wanted to know.

“Missionary or doggy-style.”

“Which do you like better?”

“I like both, I guess it depends on my mood. Maybe missionary is better, in the end, because I can see the guy. But sometimes, it feels cool to just stick your ass out and get fucked.”

“Your roommate has a boyfriend too, since she has condoms in her drawer?”

“Well, she had a boyfriend right away, but they’ve split up. Once they fucked when they thought I was asleep. It was kinda quiet, but I could still hear them. It made me think of you,” she added.

“I also think of you sometimes, especially when I pass places we have been to together,” I told her.

As nice as it was to have my dick rest inside her, I finally grabbed her butt cheeks and started moving them up and down on my dick. She propped herself up on her hands and began thrusting herself. Soon, we were panting, and our bodies were heaving. I watched her delicious beykoz escort bayan rounder breasts as they were wobbling in front of my face. I fondled and squeezed them, while her thrusting became faster. I asked if she wanted to change positions. She thought about it for a moment and then got off me and lied down on her back.

“Now, fuck me, yes,” she moaned quietly with her eyes already closed.

I got on my knees and maneuvered her 90-pound-frame so that my dick was at the entrance of her pussy. Her legs were wide spread. I held on to her hipbone area and pulled her over my dick, which slipped in effortlessly. The pounding she had received over the last few months must had widened her sheath. I started thrusting and remembered the night I had deflowered her. She was queeving again, and we laughed.

“Oh, my God, a dick without condom inside me,” she yelled. “Pound me, fuck me, don’t stop!” she exclaimed with clenched teeth. Once in a while, she gasped and tossed her head to the side. I banged her for a few more minutes but then I just came unceremoniously but profusely. Once they palpitations had stopped, I rolled off and lied down next to her.

“That was just the beginning,” I said still out of breath.

“What’s next? Or are you thinking about the next time already?”

“Not today. Next time. But this was our first fuck after a long time, and I just wanted to come inside you without further ado. But it was good, of course.”

“Where do you wanna do it next time?” she asked, while she was dipping her finger in the little puddle of cum at the tip of my dick.

“Well, let’s see. The old house is sold, and we are at a hotel right now. The spot in the countryside, where we didn’t do it last summer? Next to the two trees that look like an old couple?”

“That’s a possibility.”

“You’d have to wear your grey stretch dress, though,” I insisted.

“I don’t even know where that is. Do you wanna meet the others from the Tuesday lunches?” she asked now. She had her head on my shoulder and was playing with my chest hair. One of her legs was crossing mine.

“Well, I wouldn’t wanna organize it, but if we get the gang together, that would be another chance for us to see each other,” I agreed.

“The two of us could meet at my house once if my parents aren’t there,” she suggested.

The thought made me already hot, but wouldn’t that mean crossing the line? But, then, she was no child anymore. She had a right to be sexually active. However, did I want to fuck her and risk accidentally bumping into her parents?

“I’d love to fuck you in your bedroom, yes,” I said.

“Not just in the bedroom. We could do it anywhere.” She seemed already have a plan.

As I was still exhausted, I was more in a cautious mood: “What if they see me there? Your dad’s doctor. What if he gets an emergency call and comes back to the house?”

“Why would he? If they go to another town, they’ll stay here. There are other doctors on call that day. They won’t come back unannounced,” she assured me.

“Ok. We’ll see. Sit on my chest a little bit,” I suggested, as I hadn’t seen her pussy from very close yet.

She seemed glad to oblige. With her legs spread this wide, some cum came oozing from her pussy. She licked it off with her fingers and grinned.

“Doesn’t taste great, does it?” I said.

“No, but if I don’t lick it, it’ll be in your chest hair,” she explained.

She moved a little closer now, and as she was done cleaning her pussy, eating all that cum, I got a perfect view. Tucked under a perfect, dense bush, which was pretty large considering how young and hairless she was, and between how long, slender, white legs, her pussy looked at me like a vertical eye. I could see her pee hole below her clit. She was leaning back, relaxing and seemed to be waiting for further instructions. I had to go to work, though, so I just suggested taking a quick shower together, which passed pretty uneventfully.

We got dressed and left the hotel. We agreed to get in touch in a few days about our next adventure.

If we met we would most probably go out for a drink, maybe catch a movie, or a restaurant. We would have a laugh, make a few jokes and have a good time.

Then I would take you someplace romantic where we could look up at the stars and see our reflections in the lake.

Looking in your eyes it would be only natural that our lips touch and we kiss each other. Before your mouth opens wider and lets my tongue in to play magically with yours. My tongue teasing you, you grab the back of my head and you slide your tongue deeper into my mouth.

Our hands roam each other’s body. I unbutton your shirt and caress your breasts, feeling your nipples getting harder.

Its midnight, no ones around, its a cool night and were sitting on the bench in the open space with a setting overlooking the lake.

We rub each other, and then you get up and run off. My response is to run after you. I finally catch up with you and our bodies drop onto the grass where we continue.

Your hands roaming my body and undoing my trousers, my hands roaming your body and unloosening your clothes. Our mouths locked on each other.

You pin me down to the ground and get on top of me. You lift your skirt up and pull those skimpy thongs your wearing to the side and take my cock tuzla escort bayan out, giving it a long lasting lick.

I moan with pleasure as you enclose your mouth over my shaft and give it a few steady sucks.

My cock is now hard and ready. You run your hand over your wet pussy and then straddle me. You ride me pumping your body hard up and down on my cock.

I pump my cock with the downward force of your body so its maximum satisfaction. My hands roaming your nipples, pinching them I arch my body and suck on your nipples as you ride me high, on the grass in the night.

We ride for sometime before you start to moan screaming my name then you let out your 1st orgasm. Your body shaking you continues to ride me and then I start to moan your name as I reach my sexual high before coming deep within you.

We hold each other relaxing for a while before we gather our clothes then rush to the car.

On the drive home we continue. You cannot keep your hands off of me, unzipping my pants and rubbing my manhood.

One of my hands on the steering wheel the other rubbing your nipples and changing gears. You move closer and lick my cock, it rises to attention before you take it all in your mouth.

I göztepe escort bayan moan loud and swerve as your teeth graze my cock when you come up then go down lubricating my cock with all your saliva.

You start sucking hard, I gasp and moan trying to concentrate on not hitting anything before you start sucking harder and harder. You know that I’m going to cum soon but you continue.

I glance down for a second; it’s an awesome sight seeing your head bopping up and down on my cock. The feeling of your soft lips around my cock it’s sending me wild.

You keep sucking, with your free hand you kneed my balls making me groan. You go fast, then faster and faster, sucking harder and deeper before deep throating my large manhood.

I can’t take it no more and I start to shoot hot cum from the lower depths of my balls up and out of my shaft deep into your throat. It’s so much you only get to suck a few droplets down before the rest sprays all over my jeans and your lips and face.

We arrive at my house. Licking the rest off your face and slurping it down. I pull up and park awkwardly. You give my cock a few more licks before we hurry and get out of the car and rush to our front door. We kurtköy escort bayan can’t make it there, we need to hold each other, caress and fondle each other.

We just about make it in the door, the door shuts behind us and you pin me against the wall, taking my trousers down you take your thongs off and you bend over giving me the perfect view of your sweet ass and clean shaven wet pussy.

You order me to fuck you. My cock still aching from that amazing blowjob, I rub it up and down on your wet pussy lips making you moan as I do.

I rub it some more and this makes my cock rise hard and prepared for action once again. I slide myself in, you moaning loud as I do so.

I hold you tight, grabbing your tits and pinching your nipples whilst kissing you deeply then I start to fuck you deep and hard. My balls slapping on your ass as I do so.

I slide my whole shaft in deeper and deeper, quicker and quicker, building up such immense pleasure we can’t help it. We both start to moan.

You shout “fuck me harder” with that my cock pounds your sweet pussy with force. I fuck and fuck you harder, faster, and deeper.

I am sliding in and out of your sweet pussy, your juices lubricating my cock. Its a matter of seconds before were both moaning loud, my cock pounding hard, you pushing yourself back on my cock in perfect rhythm then we both climax at the same time.

Collapsing to the ground. My legs jerking the last bits of cum out of my body. Your legs seized around my cock, milking every last droplet of cum from my cock, intermingling with your pussy juices, we both sigh and say that was great!!!

* Note to the reader: This is just the first chapter for these characters, so please be patient! 🙂 *

Banking had been good to David Meyer. Very good, in fact. His long standing friendly rivalry with my boyfriend, Steven Harris, didn’t hurt either. Friends since boyhood, the two were basically inseparable. Steve was the star quarterback in high school, and Dave was his go-to wide receiver. They each studied finance at competitive schools in same city, and eventually took jobs at rival banks. Their competitive natures drove each to rise up to successful positions in their companies. Steve maintained the best of his big frame and sandy blonde good looks. Dave was as long and lean as ever, with the same smooth, rich black complexion.

Dave had bought a boat which he docked in the Florida Keys, that quickly became his favorite toy. He and his new fiancee, Rachel, spent most of their vacations and long weekends in the sun and salt air, and had invited us down numerous times. This year was the first time we could actually take them up on their offer, as all the work schedules lined up. We would all head down on Thursday, the boys would spend the day prepping the boat, and Rachel and I would get to have a girl’s day out. Rachel and Dave were delighted to finally have us out on the water with them.

The trip crept ever closer, and timing couldn’t have been better. Stress at work, combined with dismal weather at home and a great forecast for our weekend would make the vacation even sweeter. The time came to get ourselves ready to go, so I hopped in the shower, shaved my legs and my pussy, threw on some panties and a t-shirt, and started to pack. As I sorted a couple of slinky bikinis, I felt Steve’s arms slide around my waist.

“Looking forward to having some girl time with Rachel?” he murmured as he nuzzled into me.

Rachel and I had become fast friends once we were introduced through Steven and Dave. We even had a bit of sexual tension between us. I’ve been openly bisexual since high school, and Rachel had some unexplored interest in girls. When the four of us would go out, Rachel and I would share a few sexually charged dances. A handful of times, we had made out on the dance floor or in the cab on the way home. And once, to the delight of our lecherous boyfriends, got topless in a hotel jacuzzi and did some kissing and groping. We both enjoyed it, and never felt weird about it after. Plus, we both benefitted from horny lovers once we made it back to our respective beds!

Steve had always told me that I had a free pass to play with girls, should the opportunity arise, and I loved to tease him with stories of what I’d like to do with Rachel, should our “girl time” get friskier than it had previously. She was exactly my type, 5’5″, beautiful wavy chestnut hair down to her shoulders, deep brown eyes, flawless porcelain skin, perfect handful breasts with cute pink nipples, and the fit body of a dancer. I pressed myself back into Steve and reached back and caressed his hair.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I asked him playfully. He answered by spinning me around, holding my wrists firmly behind my back and kissing me hungrily.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I would like to know, missy,” he said, smirking. He pushed me back on the bed and kissed my neck, knowing just how much it turns me on.I knew exactly what he wanted to hear, and was more than happy to indulge him.

“Well we’ll be shopping for some sexy dresses or lingerie to impress you boys, so we’ll have been ogling some skin all afternoon. We’ll get home and want to relax, so maybe we’ll trade massages. I’ll slide her shirt up a bit, massage her lower back, then slowly slide her shirt up and off as I massage her shoulders.” As I was spinning out this fantasy, Steve was kissing my neck, cupping my braless breasts through my t-shirt, fingertips teasing my ribs and the sides of my breasts. As I teased Rachel’s shirt off in the fantasy, Steve toyed with the hem of shirt, dragging it up to expose my small tits, then quickly pulled it up over my head.

“She’ll be showing off those great legs in some little shorts, and I’ll start to massage the backs of calves, then start to rub her thighs.” Steve sucked each nipple in turn, and gave each a gentle bite, tracing patterns on my sides and stomach.

She’d give a little sigh and squirm, and I wouldn’t be able to resist. I’d plant some kisses behind her knees, then all up and down the backs of her legs.” He took my cues naturally, kissing his way up the inside of each of my thighs.

“I’d unhook her bra and she’d flip over, inviting me in. Kissing up her torso, I’d tease at the skin just at the waistband of her shorts with my tongue, then work up her to her belly button, and finally kiss and nip and her breasts.” Expertly replicating everything I described, Steve had me panting for more.

“Oh God yes Steve. Then I’d finally slide my hand into her panties make her scream.”

Steve stood up, and he slipped his hand into my damp panties, putting delicious pressure on my nub. With his free hand, he slipped out of his boxers, his thick manhood standing proud out of his naked frame. He grabbed me by the legs, kartal escort bayan yanked my panties down and off, and positioned himself between my legs. I spread my legs wide, fingers teasing my clit as he slid easily into my wetness.

“God Steven,” I moaned. “I need you babe. I need it hard tonight.” Steve didn’t need a second invitation, and settled into a hard, quick rhythm. He knelt at the edge of the bed, sitting up with my legs on his shoulders, fucking me hard. I arched my back, grinding my hips back up into his thrusts as I moaned and pinched my nipples. Our orgasms built quickly, I felt the tension rising in my loins as I squeezed and twisted my nipples harder, and I felt Steve swelling harder inside me. I wrapped my legs around Steve, moaning loudly as I pulled him further into me as I shook with an intense climax. He gave a few deep thrusts, groaned, and filled me with his cum. We lay there, sweaty and panting, for a few minutes, before I slid to my knees in front of him. I licked his soft, sticky cock a few times, and gently sucked him clean, savoring the mixture of his salty cum and my sweet muskiness. Once he was clean, I stood up, kissed him, and dragged him off to bed.

“This is going to be a fun vacation my love. We’ll need to rest up.”

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Our trip to Florida was uneventful. We met Dave and Rachel and the airport with excited hugs and kisses all around. We didn’t have too much time for pleasantries, as we did have some work to do getting supplies and prepping the boat for the weekend. Dave drove us all to the boat so Steven and I could drop off our bags. When we pulled into the dock, my jaw dropped. It was easy to see why this boat was Dave’s favorite place to spend vacation time. Rae’s Song was a beautiful, sleek 50 footer, sedan cockpit with a luxurious rear deck, and an additional smaller deck for sunbathing towards the bow.

“Let me give you the dime tour, and then we’ll get to work!” Dave said happily. The boat had all the amenities we could need for a great weekend.

The aft deck was even nicer than it had looked from the dock. Plenty of lounges, ample room to sprawl out in the sun, a table for eating and playing games, even a well stocked wet bar! The top deck had the flybridge, a covered seating area and another lounger in the sun. The salon area was lavish, housing the helm, an additional dining area, and the galley. Dave made sure to point out the blender for margaritas, with a smirk a face. We had our own stateroom and head, next to the master suite Dave and Rachel were taking. Steve and I stowed our things in the storage area, and I gave him a quick peck before heading out to go shopping with Rachel.

Rachel and I got a full compliment of food, wine, and booze for the weekend.

“One more stop,” Rachel said, just when I thought we were headed back to the boat. “I want us to get something special to surprise the boys. I know a place where we can get some really sexy bathing suits for this weekend, and maybe even some nice dresses for dinner tonight.” I just smiled and shook my head, knowing she wouldn’t take no for an answer. We drove past the marina and into a ritzy shopping area, and Rachel parked in front of a quiet little boutique shop. She was so excited for this shopping trip she practically jumped out of the car and ran into the store, leaving me bemused and behind.

I opened the door to the shop and found Rachel happily shopping among the bikinis. She was like a kid in a candy store. Neither of us were shy about our bodies, and we each loved showing some skin during the summer or a on a night out, but the bathing suits here were risque, even by our standards. My surprise must have shown on my face as she held up a semi-sheer halter top. Rachel just smiled conspiratorially.

“It’s just us and the boys this weekend honey. We’ll both benefit from keeping them ogling us, if you catch my meaning. And plus, it’s not like there’s anybody on that boat who hasn’t seen my ta-tas,” she said, giggling. “So come on, pick out one or two suits, and let’s get dresses to wear tonight.”

As Rach happily flitted around the racks of bathing suits, I quickly realized she had a great point. Having three sets of eyes drinking in the sight of my exposed skin would get me worked up for Steve in our cabin, and he’d love having two good looking girls showing off for him and his friend. Hell, with how frisky Rachel was being, we would probably put on a show for the boys, and might even push our own boundaries. We shopped around the store, marveling at how small and sheer some things were. Both of us ended up two bikinis and a dress. I bought a lavender halter top that would hint at showing my nipples and almost certainly show them off once I got it wet, and a very skimpy pale blue bandeau top that wouldn’t do much to hide what little skin it covered. Rachel got a bright pink semi-sheer string top and, to my surprise, a black mesh bikini that would leave her pretty much naked. I could tell by her devilish grin when she picked it out that she was getting maltepe escort bayan aroused just thinking about having all our eyes on her in it.

We drove back to the dock, and hid away our new bathing suits without letting the boys see them. Dave was showing Steve a few more things about the boat, since we would have to help him out to keep everything running smoothly. Rachel and I put away all the food, then helped with the rest of the cleaning. As the sun started setting, Dave fired up the small grill he brought and started cooking our steaks. I got the salad ready, Rachel set the table, and Steven got the wine decanting. He and Dave went inside to get cleaned up and dressed. I heard Rachel pad over to me, and felt her arms grab me in a hug.

“I’m really glad you two were finally able to come out here with us, Davey and I have been dying to have you come with us,” she said and pecked me on the cheek. She giggled and wolf-whistled once Dave and Steve came out in polos and khakis, looking cleaned up from the days work. “C’mon, lets go get sexy for our men!” she exclaimed, dragging me below deck.

I laid my new dress out on the bed and stripped off to wash up. Hoping that Steve and I would have some fun in our room after, I slipped into one of his favorite thongs, and was putting on some lipstick when Rachel barged in holding her dress.

“Sarah, I need some makeup….OH! I’m sorry honey” she said, surprisingly sheepish once she noticed I was topless. I invited her in, not bothering to cover my breasts.

“I’m just finishing up getting ready, what do you need girl?”

She told me that she needed to borrow some of my eyeliner to go with her dress. I rummaged around in my bag for it, and handed it over, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thanks so much for having us out here Rach, Steve and I are so happy about your engagement, and we’re so excited we could come out and celebrate with you.” Rachel blushed and looked a little bashful, and just nodded and went to the mirror to get ready.

I slipped into my dress and smoothed it all out. The dress was Rachel’s recommendation, and she did a hell of a job picking it out. A thin, pale green cloth, slim fitting from the waist up, short and flowy from the waist down, and a deep halter neck with narrow strips of cloth to cover my small breasts. Rachel glanced up at me in the mirror and gave me a Cheshire cat grin.

“Ow oww! Damn, girl, Stevie is going to LOVE that dress on you. He’s going to love it even more off you!” she said, laughing and sticking her tongue out at me. “I’m sure we’ll be keeping each other up, the walls on this boat aren’t exactly made of concrete, and I’ll be damned if I’m not getting some this trip. Something about that salt breeze makes me jump Dave’s bones.” I suspected it would be more than the salt air making her horny this week, but kept that thought to myself. When she took off her shirt and bra, it didn’t escape my notice that her nipples were hard. Rachel slid into her new dress, opting to go braless as well. She was a vision in her tight black and white floral pattern. Her legs went on for days from the short hem of the dress to her cute bare feet. I must have been looking a little too intently, since she caught my gaze and smirked.

“See something you like honey? You’ll have to wait, I belong to Dave tonight. C’mon, they’re out there waiting for us.” She walked past me and headed up the stairs, giving her butt a smack as she climbed.

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Steve greeted me once I stepped out with a glass of wine and a kiss, telling me that I looked wonderful. Judging by the canoodling Rachel and Dave were doing, I’d guess he was saying something similar. As we sat down, Steve and I raised our glasses to congratulate our best friends on their engagement. The wine flowed as easily as the conversation, continuing long past anybody still having food on their plate. Dave and Rachel exchanged a look, nodded and raised their glasses.

“Steve, Sarah,” Rachel began, “you two have seen us at our best and at our worst. You’ve been there for each of us, with support, love, and the occasional smack of reality.” She got choked up, her voice trailed off, and Dave stepped in.

“It was only ever a question of how we would ask. There is no one else in the world who should be up at the altar with us. Will you be our maid of honor and best man?”

I jumped out of my seat, half laughing and half sobbing, and gave Rachel a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek as the guys exchanged their manly handshake. “Of course we will honey!” I exclaimed, once I calmed down a little bit. Dave came over and we had a friendly embrace, as did Rachel and Steve. We toasted again. and began discussing all the details of the wedding. They had a beautiful location on the cape picked out for an outdoor ceremony in the early summer. We drank yet another toast, this time the soon to be newly weds toasting our gullibility for getting involved in the wedding stress.

After a few more glasses of wine, Dave stood up a bit uneasily, and proclaimed as officially as he could pendik escort bayan muster, “Alright everyone, as your captain, we all need to get some sleep, we’re lifting anchor early tomorrow.”

Steve jumped to attention and gave him an “Aye, aye, captain!”, while Rachel just rolled her eyes.

“Alright then ‘captain,’ it’s definitely time for bed,” she said, eyes twinkling. As she dragged him by the hand down below decks, she gave me a conspiratorial wink as they vanished down the stairs.

I slid over to Steven and curled up comfortably next to him on the bench seat, head in his lap. “Best man and maid of honor,” I said dreamily. “I love those two, don’t you?” Steve just nodded as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“I’m happy for them, and I’m so glad we’ll get to be a part of their night.” I sat up a bit and kissed Steve, getting a passionate return. Right on cue, we heard a long, low, throaty moan from the main cabin, unmistakably Rachel’s. We each chuckled, and Steve pulled me up closer to him, slipping a hand down my back as our lips met again. Another groan of pleasure from our friend provided a soundtrack as our tongues danced together. Our intensity grew, and Steve’s strong hand gripped my ass firmly, pulling me up to straddle his lap. The wine, the kiss, and the sounds of lovemaking below us built a quick heat between my legs. As my hips rolled on the growing lump in Steve’s pants, his lips found the delightful spot on my neck as his thumbs toyed with my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress.

A moan escaped my throat, which turned into a gasp as Steve untied the knot of my dress, exposing my breasts to the crisp night air. He caught one nipple in his lips, and I moaned again, pressing my chest into him. I felt the gentle bite that turns me on so much, and all my patience was gone; I needed him right there. I slid to my knees and nuzzled his crotch through his pants, then undid his belt and fly and yanked them down to his ankles. As I flitted the tip of my tongue on the delicate underside of his cock head, a louder, higher pitch groan came from Rachel. I smirked at Steve, knowing we both enjoyed this little game. We had vacationed with Rachel and Dave enough to know that their sex was as noisy and frequent as ours, and that we all liked putting on a bit of an aural show for the other couple.

Neither Steve nor I needed to waste any more time; I cupped his balls with one hand and took as much of him in my mouth as I could, giving him a firm suck. My free hand slipped my thong off, then traced up the inside of my thigh and found my aching clit. I slid Steve’s hard cock out until I just caught the head in between my lips, then I ran my tongue around it and drew him back into my mouth. A few minutes of this, combined with light, rapid circles on my clitty, and I was ready to jump his bones.

As I stood up, I wiggled my hips out of my dress and straddled him again. I pushed him back flat onto the bench, put my hands on his strong chest, and sank down on his hard manhood. Leaning back, savoring the fullness in my pussy, I gently stroked my breasts. Steven thrusted his hips up impatiently, but I rolled my hips with him and held him down. “Simmer down there, big boy,” I said huskily. “How often do we get to fuck outside? Let’s make it worth our while.” I put my hands back on his chest and slowly rocked my hips back and forth, just barely sliding his cock in and out of me. Steve’s hands expertly teased my breasts, knowing exactly the light teasing sensations I needed in that mood. A moan snuck out of my lips as I threw my head and arched my back, gradually increasing my tempo.

If we had forgotten that we weren’t the only two going at it on the boat, Rachel and Dave reminded us at that moment. Two loud groans from Dave, the unmistakable sound of a palm meeting a curvy behind, a high, keening cry of orgasm from Rachel kicked our intensity up another notch. I ground myself harder on Steve’s cock, keeping a slow and steady rhythm. Sitting back, I pulled Steve up as well and held his head to my breast. His big hands found my ass and pulled me hard into his lap as he caught my pierced right nipple in his teeth. We locked our eyes, glazed over with lust, as our urgency grew. I swung my hips in a small figure-8 as I slid up and down the steel of his cock. His muscles grew taut and his groans took on the sounds I knew meant he was close. I was going to need more to cum myself, but I could tell he needed release. A delightfully naughty idea came to me.

I leaned in and nibbled his ear to get his attention. “I want your cum on me tonight. Wherever you like, just on me instead of in me tonight.” Steve always enjoyed giving me facials, or cumming on my tits, and I was happy to indulge him. For one reason or another, though, it had been a while. From the smile he gave me, I knew he was pleased to be doing two things we hadn’t done in a while that night. I rode his cock a bit more, then he easily lifted me off of his lap and gently settled me on the deck. I knew exactly what he wanted. Gathering my hair behind my ears, I knelt down and slid close to his standing frame. His manhood jutted out obscenely, as big as I’ve ever seen it, throbbing, purple, and angrily demanding satisfaction. I took his length into my mouth and slurped off the cocktail of our sex to his loud groan of delight. He clearly didn’t want any teasing, so I blew him in earnest, sucking quickly and firmly. His need was tangible on my tongue and before long, his strained voice came from above.

It was another St. Louis summer. Sport could only be played in the morning or evening, the day was spent drinking ice tea and searching for shade, and the nights were hot and muggy. Becky lived in a little house on the edge of the city. Her parents ran a chain of restaurants- mainly burger joints and the like. They were wealthy but didn’t splash out too much.

Frankie played lacrosse with Becky. Becky had always been the better one, having a slimmer and more dainty figure, whereas Frankie was a little taller and not so coordinated, although had a beautifully smooth and curvy body.

This year, Becky’s parents had decided that they were going to a Caribbean island. It would have a more bearable heat and would be a wonderful experience too. And of course, Becky insisted that Frankie should accompany her. After all, they were best friends.

It was near the end of vacation, between the end of high school and the start of college, that the trip had been booked for. The plane was a regular Boeing- the usual commercial flight ones.

“God it’s hot in here.” Frankie fanned her sweaty face with a boarding pass.

“I know right? I’m just going to the loo okay?”

“Don’t leave me alone too long, that kid keeps looking at me.”

“An admirer perhaps?”

“A creepy one to be sure!”

Frankie watched as Becky picked her way down the aisle. They only had a quarter of the journey remaining now. Becky was short with straight chestnut hair that came to just below her little shoulders. She had a slim tummy with small breasts- Frankie guessed them to be an A cup. Her butt was delicate but probably firm.

Frankie looked down at herself. She had dark hair that was only slightly frizzy. It covered her breasts which were bigger, Frankie happily thought, than Becky’s. She was a B cup, 34B to be precise. Her bum was fleshier but soft enough to touch. Both the girls had smooth, shaven legs.

She couldn’t help but notice Becky’s ass move up, down, up, down, as strolled.

When they arrived, the weather was perfect. But just when the girls were unpacking, Becky’s parents came to the door.

“Honey, there’s been an accident. One of the restaurants set on fire. Dad and I have discussed it. We’ll return in 5 days. You’ll be alright here.”

“Really Mom?”

“Yes honey-bun. But we really have to go now. Behave!!”

She kissed her daughter goodbye and like that, the two girls were alone in the house.

“Aww honey-bunny aren’t you cute,” Frankie giggled.

“Hey! It’s honey-bun!”

“Okay little girl.”

“Shut up Frankie-pankie. Okay so I’m gonna go shower.”

Becky left Frankie unpacking and took a towel to the bathroom. She took her lilac T-Shirt off and threw it down by the sink. Next were her jeans which she peeled off to reveal her panties, black with pink dots and frilly edges, like her bra. Those were soon gone too. She looked herself over in the mirror. Her boobs were little and firm with brown nipples sticking out in the center. She had always had quite brown skin, like a permanent tan. But not as dark to say she was mixed race or Latino or anything like that. Her vagina was shaven but untouched. Her lips weren’t too accentuated beside her thighs, and she never touched herself. She had her shower, washing the shower gel across her back and front quickly. Then she rinsed it off and towelled beneath her legs and over her tummy. She laughed when she saw she had two droplets of water on her breasts- one from each nipple. She blew them off, one by one.

Then she walked back to the room. Frankie had finished packing and was waiting, towel in hand.

“You take for ages in the shower so be quick, alright?”

Frankie smiled. “Of course I will. Then let’s go shopping.”

“Oh my god. Yes. So definitely yes to shopping!”

Frankie took off her denim jacket and placed it neatly on the floor. Next was her green dress, which stayed on her stomach owing to the band of elastic at the top of it. She grabbed handfuls of the dress and yanked in off. She folded it and stacked in on top of her jacket. She had kicked off her sandals at the door and now she lifted her dark blue top above her head. And now she was only in her navy panties and bra, which she proceeded to take off. Her tits were perky and as Frankie proved, she could hold the underside of them in her palms with ease. They were full and big. Her pussy, as she had begun to call it, was unshaven. She stuck her forefinger inside, past the jungle of pubic hair. It was as warm as ever. She showed, washing the inside of her vagina with care, shampooing her mass of hair in that area too. She put in her forefinger again and flicked it up, brushing her large clitoris and sending a little jolt through her tummy. She wasn’t fat, but she had enough flesh so that she wasn’t über-skinny too. But then of course Becky had wanted her to be quick. She didn’t finger herself much, only once a week really, and even then, she was a virgin, and could only fit one finger inside without her labia stretching and hurting.

They both dressed. esenyurt escort bayan Becky was in a soft grey top which had a low and baggy neckline, showing off her designer white bra. She wore white mini shorts and flip flops. Frankie was in a white t-shirt through which her vivid yellow bikini bra could be observed. She wore a frilly mini skirt which had a purple hem. She had turquoise socks and sneakers on too.

The first stop was the supermarket, where they bought all the essentials: sesame seed oil for cooking, flour, eggs, vegetables, fruit, bread- they had a five minute penis war with the baguettes, pretending they were a gay couple- and icing sugar. Then the other not-so-essential was the squirty UHT whipped cream that is so sweet and scrumptious.

Then the girls hit the clothes shops.

“Okay Frannie-“

“Stop it!” Frankie whined.

Becky giggled and pushed her shoulder, “Okay, okay stressy pants! Frankie. Let’s meet here in twenty minutes with the clothes we want and then well decide what we buy?”

“Yeh but don’t get too much?”

“Exactly.”

In twenty minutes they met by the changing room.

Frankie asked, “What have you got?”

“Okay. Here goes-“

“Oh no-“

“Nah just kidding I don’t have a huge list. I’ve got three pairs of panties, two bikinis, and these lovely pink shoes.”

She held them up in awe.

“Awwhh they’re so cute and sparkly!”

“I knew you’d love ’em.”

“Okay so I have six pairs of panties and bras -matching ones-, two skirts, and a T-Shirt.”

“Well let’s try your skirts first. I don’t think I even need to try the shoes, I just need the right size.”

“Okay.”

Frankie undid the zip on the back of her mini-skirt and pulled on the first skirt. It was pink with grey stripes.

“Frankie?”

“Yeh?”

“It’s hideous!”

“Right, I thought it might be so, I just saw a woman in it earlier and she looked so good. Anyway, moving on.”

Her next dress was a plain blue one, which both girls loved.

They kept on trying their chosen garments on until Frankie had only two sets of panties and bras left, and Becky had to choose whether to buy an extra bikini or not.

“See look,” Becky said as she undid her bra, “it’s fluorescent orange.”

Her bra fell to the floor and she did up the bikini.

“It’s nice but your nipples stick through.”

“I kinda like that.”

“Okay seriously, do you want to lose your cherry this holiday?”

“Definitely before college.”

“Me too.”

So they decided to buy that orange bikini top.

It was between a set of cream panties and bra which barely covered anything or these designer ones- green with black frilly edges and pink ribbon. They covered her boobs and enclosed both her pubic mound and the hair around it.

“Definitely that one. The green one.”

“Why?”

“Well your pubes don’t show, and it works well with the rest of your curves coz it bulges a teeny weeny bit out in a good way. Oh and you can still see your pubic hair, which you so love, pressing against it.”

“Do you really like it?”

Becky stood facing Frankie and cupped her pussy through her bikini bottom.

“Any guy would cum immediately if he were doing this. It’s sexy Frankie.”

They both giggled.

“Right, let’s go back, it’s nearly eleven.”

“In the evening?”

“Yep.”

“Haha wow!?”

The girls with their pointy baguettes and neat clothes sauntered home. They were sleeping in the same long sized bed, just coz they liked the company.

The next day was a pool day. They sat in the sun and browned their skin. They drank piña colada and lay reading books such as On The Road, The Road to Wigan Pier, and James Joyce’s Dubliners. Well- that was Frankie’s reading list for College. Becky was still attempting to immerse herself in 1715-1915: A Political History by 2 o’clock. By then, although vaguely interested in her book- or rather textbook- she had decided that the pool was just too enticing.

The house her parents had rented was set back from the beach a little, and had no neighbours too close. It had white walls with intersections of blue strips of the gutter and the window panes, and big glass windows and wooden paneling was built in as well.

As Becky went off to refill their glasses Frankie noted that her friend was right, her new panties did look pretty. When she lightly pressed the front of her crotch the fabric almost seemed bouncy due to the springy hair underneath.

Becky was coming back now. Frankie noted that her bikini bottoms had ridden up into her vagina. That’s a camel toe, she thought. She told Becky and the latter stuck her nails in and pulled it back into place. Her natural juices had wet the engulfed fabric and she now had a little wet stripe down the front of her triangle.

Sadly, as soon as Becky elegantly dived in, it started to rain. Then it began to hail. Becky bit her lip to stifle a giggle- every time a hailstone hit Frankie, she’d flinch beylikdüzü escort bayan and clench her butt cheeks together. Just as Frankie had told her she had had a camel toe, her best friend now had the same thing in her bum. But Becky thought it was kinda cute, so she didn’t make any remarks.

They stayed indoors for the rest of the day. At about 9 they got bored and opted for an early night. In the Caribbean there were these occasional storms, and yet it was still boiling hot. For this reason, the sheets were left off, but Frankie still wore her cotton trousers and white pyjama top, and Becky her soft orange onesie. Soon both the girls were deeply asleep.

The storm continued, with the hail ceasing but a heavy rain taking its place. Billowing clouds loomed over the island. Frankie rolled over in her sleep, colliding with Becky. Neither of them woke up. Their lips were pressed tightly together. Even their noses were squished up against the other’s nose.

Suddenly a crack of harsh thunder sounded and both the girls were awake. Their cheeks reddened and they both murmured and sheepishly wriggled away from each other. Frankie was asleep again in moments. Becky however was thinking.

Her lips were kind of dry, she thought. Soft, but dry. A bit like the outside of a lightly toasted marshmallow, when it’s not even gone brown yet.

Another clap of thunder. Becky shivered. All she could hear was the patter of rain. She rolled over a few times and carefully put her left leg through Frankie’s legs and pushed her right arm under her side and draped her left one over the side, meeting them in the middle, just under her soft bosom. She was hugging her cuddly friend in a way a koala might hug its mother. She pressed her head into the small of Frankie’s back and promptly fell asleep.

Frankie woke up and was slightly bemused. She remembered the accidentally kiss. But it dawned on her that Becky must’ve purposefully snuggled up to her. She removed herself from Becky’s thought grip and rolled her away, onto her back. She didn’t stir. She was breathing till of course, but those piña coladas must’ve had quite an effect on her. It is true though that she had had around sixteen of them. Frankie poked her face, gently. Nothing. She put her finger past Beckys’ lips and ran her finger tip over her smooth teeth. Nothing. She took Beckys hand and put in down her own trousers. She rubbed her friends hand over her clit for a while. Then she stopped, a little shocked by her actions. She brushed the hair form Becky’s face and patted her shoulder. She was about to get up when she thought a weird thought. She couldn’t could she?

Slowly she straddled Becky. She gently patted Becky’s chest. Then she squeezed her firm little tits. Then she ran down the stairs to the kitchen.

About an hour later Becky emerged, looking rested, in jeans and a T-Shirt.

“Hey.”

Frankie looked up. “Hey you.”

Becky sat down and drank some juice.

She looked up and quietly said, “Sorry about last night.”

“The kiss?”

“Uhh…yeh.”

“Or your cute cuddling?”

Becky went pink.

“Don’t worry Becky, Mommy’s here.”

Becky shook off Frankie’s hand. “Shut up you asshole.”

Silence.

“I liked it. The kiss.”

Becky was silent. Did she really like it or was she winding her up. She played along, being truthful but wary at the same time.

“Me too.”

Silence again.

Frankie suddenly got up, her chair scraping the floor. She leant down to Becky’s over the table and kissed her lips. Becky was shocked. But she stood up, holding Frankie’s arm. She opened her mouth and attacked with tongue. They maneuvered past the table and Becky pushed her over the back of the sofa. The kiss was wet and warm and soft and passionate and fast and Becky began to hump her hips against Frankie’s vulva. She could feel her pussy getting a little wet. Frankie on the other hand could feel her juices brimming and spilling into her panties. She picked up Becky and carried her to the room. She threw her down and stripped in second. Her pussy hair was dripping wet. She pulled Becky’s jeans down and then her panties. She pressed her boobs against Becky’s. They began to hump ferociously.

Frankie grunted. “Let’s scissor.”

They did so, sex against sex, Frankie’s pussy squelching on each impact with her cunty juices.

“Oh fuck Becky. Oh fuck. Oh harder.

Oh. Oh.”

Her moans became higher pitched.

Becky panted and leant forward, putting her head over Frankie’s shoulder, holding her back and brutally smashing her trembling slit against Frankie’s juicy sex.

Frankie came as soon as Becky started her orgasm. The petite girl’s pussy trembled and her hard nipples jiggled quickly up and down, her arms going limp. Frankie squirted all over the bed and even let out a little pee, shouting as she did so.

“Ohhh. Ohh. Ahhh. Fuckkkkk.” She roughly grabbed those little lips and kissed them and humped so damn quick, so damn hard. avcılar escort bayan And her wetness seeped into the sheets. Finally she came down. She had made marks in Becky’s tits where she had clenched them throughout her blazing squirting session.

Becky got up. And led Frankie downstairs. She put her on a deck chair beside the pool. She sat on her head. Frankie lightly bit on her best friends labia. She sucked those tight lips into her mouth and probed her pussy hole with her long fat to tongue. It was a matter of seconds before this innocent teen came again, a few drops of wetness rolling into Frankie’s gaping mouth.

Becky slid down Frankie’s body. She looked at the tangle of pubes. It was soaked. She pressed her nose into it and sucked some hair into her mouth, tasting Frankie’s natural juices. She put her hands in and stretched her lips. She winced in pain.

“God you’re tight.”

“So are you.”

Becky licked up and down the edges of her lips.

“Bloody hell you’re good.”

“Mm. Your- mmm -“

“-Fucking wet?”

“Yeh but oh god you’re tasting but no seriously your clit is massive. Look I can suck it.”

She slurped on Frankie’s big clit.

Suddenly she bit down on it and Frankie shrieked.

“Ahhhhhhhohohoh…”

She whimpered a little and tears sprung to her eyes. She had squirted all over Becky’s dirty face.

“That hurt.”

“You have a warm snatch.”

“I can even feel my pussy anymore.”

“I know.”

“Wait what?How?”

“You’re letting piss dribble from it.”

“Oh Jesus am I?” Frankie sat up and held her lips apart. The movement caused a stream to burst out onto Beckys’ lips. It kept coming. She got up and waddled to the pool, jumping in.

“Are you pissing in the pool!?”

“Fuck. Oh yes. Oh that’s better.”

Becky licked her lips. “It’s salty.”

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Come here.”

“Huh?”

“One. Two. Three- right you dirty whore. Eighteen years old and having pissy accidents! My god.”

Frankie was a little confused. She slowly got out of the pool. Becky pushed her down and just started spanking her ass.

“Oi fucking hell what the- OWW -what the fuck?!!”

She jumped up and slapped Becky. She picked her up by the feet and dragged her to the kitchen. She was a little angry and majorly horny. She whacked Becky’s firm ass with a rolling pin up her ass crack.

“Oh shit.” Becky started to cry.

Frankie slapped her cheeks harder and harder until they were beetroot red. Then she licked them, cooling them.

“There, there. Don’t cry baby. Shh it’s okay now. Hush baby.”

“Why?”

“Let’s not do that again.”

“I concur.”

The acts of fierce anger were over.

That evening the two girls, hand in hand, strolled down the road towards the beach.

“Hey Frankie?”

“Yeh?”

“We’re not an item. We’re just friends still right?”

“Yeh…though I wouldn’t mind going a bit further. Like not the spanking, that hurt, but licking an stuff, if you want to too?”

“I wouldn’t mind it. We can fall back on each other when we’re all alone, or spice up our sex lives if we get boyfriends, and just generally pleasure each other when we feel that way inclined.”

“Good plan. When are your parents back?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“It’s been that long already?”

“Yeh I know right!”

When the girls got to the beach, people were already partying. There was booze and guys in swimming trunks and chilled groups of girls from all over the island; from all over the world in fact.

Frankie spoke, eyeing a guy in a loincloth: “Lets split girl.”

He was rather athletic with big pecs and what looked like a tough stomach. His legs weren’t too chunky and muscly so if anything did go on, she wouldn’t be crushed and broken by him.

“Hey,” she shouted over the bass,”I’m Frankie.”

“Yo wazzup? I’m Phil. From England. How old are you?”

“Oh nice to meet you, eighteen you?”

“I’m 19, on a gap year, is that okay with you?”

“Yeh definitely. I’m from St. Louis, Miss-“

“-Missouri? Yeh I went there for a bit, saw the Cardinals play. I can’t say I understood that rule about tag though.”

“Oh it’s easier, basically- actually you know what don’t worry!”

“Aha okay. So you here in a group?”

“Just with my friend.”

“Do you have to meet up with her soon?”

“No. I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Yeh no that’s awesome. Awesome.” He paused, then said tentatively, “Hey do you wanna go someplace quieter?”

“Sure.”

He held her by the hand and led her off. She felt like a child being pulled along so she requested that he carry her. Soon she was bouncing on his back as he carried her piggy-back style. He was taller than her by about a foot, and had light brown wavy hair. It wasn’t too long tho, his fringe was short and neat.

They sat with their backs on a sand dune and talked and laughed and he pulled out a bottle of Cuban rum from somewhere under his loincloth.

In a few minutes they were kissing, and then frantically pulling each other’s cloths off. (His wasn’t so hard to take off.) It was as if they only had thirty seconds. In fact that had a whole night.

“Oh Phil.”

He took her breasts in her hands, kneading them. But he couldn’t wait long. He lifted her skirt and positioned himself.

“Gonna use a condom?”

“Oh yeh, fuck.”

He fumbled about.