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Impatience drove the dum-dum tapping on the steering wheel, and the digital clock glowered back at him. Annoyed, he switched the radio off. For almost half an hour, Jack waited. He could text her and tell her to get a cab home. No, that would ruin the weekend.“Come on, Laura. Where are you?”With a jolt of surprise, she arrived without him noticing. The cutting chill of December air and the scent of perfume filled the car. Laura slumped into the front seat, and the door slammed shut. The cloying tackiness of her lipstick on his cheek failed to lift his mood.“Hi darling, you been waiting long?”“No… only five minutes.”That gnawed at him. Quickly distracted, a passenger door opened, and she announced her entrance with tinkling laughter. Shimmying awkwardly along the back seat, Jack admired her lithe legs as her skirt hitched up and flashed her panties. Their eyes met in the rear-view mirror as a fillip to his funk. It was Amy, and she flashed him a warm smile. Laura’s friend and work colleague was an unexpected pleasure.The car sank a little more, and a callow-faced man glared back at him.“All right?” asked Jack.“Hullo.”“Jack, this is Eddie, Amy’s boyfriend.”Judging by Laura’s slurred intonation, it had been a good night… for everyone except him.“Get up to much, darling?” asked Laura.He steered the car onto the main road, “Not much.”Amy giggled, “Speaking of much, I know much more about you after tonight.”Jack grimaced into the rear-view mirror, “All good, I hope.”Laura’s tongue always loosened after a few drinks, and he could only imagine what she’d said. He might be irritated by their late arrival, yet, with a deep sigh, he would not let it show. Amy certainly looked good tonight. He was a sucker for a pretty face and a pleasant smile, especially if they were brunettes. Still looking immaculate, there were plenty of opportunities to admire her lithe, perky body.Slowing to approach a bend, an absent thought skewered him. Partners were not invited to the office Christmas party, yet Eddie was there as evidence. Accelerating away, it added to his annoyance, burdening him further.“Jack, I said they could stay in my spare room tonight.”Laura paused for a minute. It was clear she tried to act more sober than she was. “It’s miles home for them, and the hotels in town cost a fortune.”“Sure, no problem.”As their weekend plans fell apart, he tried not to let it show. Sure, it was Laura’s flat, and she could do what she liked, yet he wanted her to himself. Resigned to spending Saturday morning with three hungover people, he’d probably be called upon to take them home. He could use a drink now to take the edge off.At least the roads were quiet as Laura and Amy shared gossip; Eddie didn’t say much. Stealing glances in the mirror, Jack saw Eddie with his hand up Amy’s skirt. She did not complain as Jack enjoyed the view, churning a lusty heat into his loins. Whatever Amy saw in Eddie, the answer was right there.With her legs on the dashboard, Laura let her short dress ride up. The bare skin of her thighs melded effortlessly into the lace tops of her stockings. The clasps of the suspenders bit delicately into them. Jack found it hard to concentrate; the sight teased his unquelled ardour. He found himself in no man’s land of arousal mixed with exasperation.It was late, he was jaded, and his plans lay in ruins. Still, they brazzers had guests, and he needed to be a gracious host to impress Laura. The warmth and the tyres’ hum threw a soporific pall over his passengers. The mood had quietened by the time they arrived at Laura’s flat.-=-This was the post-party come-down, and the swoopy Balearic vibes from the stereo kept everyone interested. It was time for a nightcap, and Jack poured out a lusty helping of brandy. Putting it down in one, he poured another. He stole glances at Amy when he thought no one would notice. Her lustrous brunette hair shone with her sparkling jade eyes. A raven-black dress embraced her slinky curves.His eyes undressed her at every opportunity. Amy peered up and caught him. Jack did not give a shit when she grinned to acknowledge his guilt. Admiring her perky tits, he found himself talking to them rather than her face. Amy did not mind; on the contrary, she enjoyed the attention. Laura was drunk, knocking back more vodka and struggled to make herself understood. Eddie nodded and grunted his way through the conversation.-=-Jack stretched out his limbs against the crisp linen of Laura’s bed, and the brandy had done little to relax him. Wide awake, his mind clung to the hope that Laura might offer some drunken sex. Dim yellow light bled through the open door, and she tottered in. Struggling out of her dress, Laura complained about the discomfort caused by her lingerie and wobbled towards the bed. To Jack’s disappointment, she laboured with its clasps, throwing it to the floor.Focusing momentarily, she caught his puppy-dog eyes and twirled to show him her naked body. Before he could enjoy the view, she lost her balance and hit the wardrobe doors. Ricocheting onto the bed with a yelp, it broke her fall.Laughing and snorting raucously, she thrashed a bit to get under the duvet. The gossamer caress of her bare skin teased Jack, and the curves of her rear pressed against his naked loins. Wrapping his arm around her, he cupped her bare breast. He wanted to feel turned on, but the night was a washout. Amy and Eddie were next door, and the walls were paper thin. Eddie did a fine line in grunting, but at least Amy was entertaining, and he enjoyed her overt flirtatiousness. Jack would not deny his attraction to her and got an eyeful of naked flesh into the bargain tonight. This could be his silent revenge; in his mind, he would fuck Amy and pressed his burgeoning cock against the cleft of Laura’s arse.She was still trying to get comfortable, “I banged my hip on the wardrobe door.”Her tone pleaded for sympathy.“That’s because you are pissed.”“Am not,” she retorted, “well… not that much.”“You said tonight was employees only. Eddie doesn’t work for you guys.”“Did I? Oh, sorry.”There was a faint sound from next door, a gasp and a louder moan. It was obvious what Amy and Eddie were doing. Imagining the spectacle of Amy being fucked, all of this angst and frustration pooled into his twitching cock.It reinvigorated Laura, “They’re fucking! Dirty bastards!”A monotonous banging sound grew louder and kept time with their more audible moans. Jack nuzzled at Laura’s neck and shoulder, easing his stiff cock between her thighs. As the volume and its intensity increased, she squeezed.“Hmm, fuck, Jack. You are nice and hard. Did you miss me?”“Uh-huh.”What cuckold porno was a white lie when he was this horny? Listening to Amy’s kitten yelps was all he needed to give Laura a hearty fuck. They were clearly in the throes of intense passion. Craning an arm around his neck, Laura softly kissed his lips.“Let’s all fuck together.”“What? All of us in the spare room?”Laura smacked his behind, “No silly, here. Not too hard, though. I don’t want them to know we are fucking too.”He would be up for a foursome. Inspired by Amy’s very vocal moans, Laura stroked the steel hardness of his length.“Do it, baby. Stick it in me.”The noises from the next room had aroused Laura too, and he slid into her easily. Cosseting by her taut slippery tunnel, Jack pushed himself deeper inside, and the rising addiction took over. Finally, something to alleviate his peevishness. Everything would be fine if he could get his rocks off. Penetrated to the hilt, it encouraged Laura to rock back and forth. Lying in spoons, his strong hands dragged her back onto his length with a firm tempo. There was too much frustration inside him to take it slow.“Not too hard, Jack. Make love to me.”Chided and obedient against his better judgement, he slowed his thrusts.Next door, the headboard banged against the wall. Eddie was certainly in a less than gentle frame of mind. Amy’s cries of passion conveyed her frenzied state. Inspired, Jack bucked into Laura harder, hoping to inspire her. The delicious friction raised the tension in his loins, and the journey to his release had begun.“Fuck Laura, you feel so good.”“Slower, Jack. Slower… I want it gently.”With a sigh of frustration, Jack relented, and the contrast between the two rooms could not be starker. The staccato thumps of the headboard had a new sense of urgency. Amy’s cries seemed to stutter, and then a series of powerful yelps followed. Eddie was undoubtedly giving her a good time. The volume in the adjoining room appeared to have reached its crescendo. Harsh cries and loud grunts made it obvious; Amy climaxed and took Eddie with it.In contrast, Laura felt so passive, yet he pressed on. Reconciled that she was drunk, he was happy to do all the work. Something was wrong; her breathing did not match his thrusts. Long, sonorous and unrushed, he shook her shoulder.“Laura? Laura!”Exasperated, Jack withdrew, and the latent anger exploded within. Not inviting him to the party might have been an innocent mistake. It was understandable that Laura needed a lift home. He was the model of charm as a good host for her friends. To pass out as they fucked was off the scale.He considered driving home, but the nightcaps put him over the limit. Rolling onto his front, his hard cock pressed against his body. The intense need for relief surged through him with every beat of his heart. His mind was wired, and trying to sleep would be impossible. Dealing with Laura and Amy tomorrow would be torture in this state.Leaving the warmth of the bed, he would take matters into his own hands in the bathroom. With no empathy for Laura, his footsteps walloped the floorboards. Naked, he went to the bedroom door as she began to snore.“Oh fucking magic!” he hissed.Looking at the clock on the pedestal, it was almost three in the morning. Pulling the bedroom door closed, Jack turned to make czech porno his way into the bathroom.-=-“Hello.”“Amy! Oh, fuck this is embarrassing.”Instinctively, he hid his nakedness with his hands. Absent of any inhibitions, Amy stood there in the corridor, naked, with it all on show. Shamelessly, she looked him up and down, fixated on how he failed to hide his erection. Finally arriving at his gaze, a rueful smile greeted him.A gentle hand pressed against his chest, “Don’t be embarrassed. Did you fuck Laura too?”Her question reverberated through his foggy mind, “Huh? No… well, yes.”Leaning alongside him with her hand on the wall, Amy had no inhibitions. Gazing into her sultry and disarming eyes, he understood her open invitation. His eyes darted to savour each taut seductive curve. Broad-shouldered, the swell of her breasts hung flawlessly, each nipple crunched tightly into erect nubs. Her lissom curves drew him in and removed his self-consciousness. At the cinch of her waist, down her toned abdomen, the smooth hillock of her mons flared up between the gap of those long slender legs.Amy purred as his eyes rested upon hers, grinning widely to be appreciated like this.“Jack… either you fucked her or you didn’t.”Her overt display did nothing to ease his racing mind, “Amy, shouldn’t you….”Her soft lips pressed against his, igniting the embers of his ardour. He tried to fight it, and his surrender came quickly. The delicate vacuum on her lips and the tip of her darting tongue added more heat to his loins. Her caress drew him in, beguiled by another sensual kiss; their naked bodies pressed together. The rakish sound of snatched air announced his obedience as Amy pressed the hard swell of his shaft against her warm body.“Amy…” and he pushed her away.She chuckled, “What happened, Jack?”“She passed out.”Amy tutted, “And left you like this? That’s a terrible crime.”“Eddie? What about Eddie?”“Eddie does whatever I say. He’s very passive.”“Oh.”Butterflies lurched as his mind spiralled like a helter-skelter. Amy’s eyes dipped to his groin. She took his shaft, he’d been inside Laura, and it was still damp. She pressed her lips to his with a newfound sense of passion.His cock felt heavy; it had presence and girth, and Jack did not put up a fight. She rose on her tiptoes, kissing him again. Her arm wrapped around his neck as he clasped her thigh to his waist. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, and she led his burgeoning shaft to the heat of her sex.“Oh, fuck,” Jack sighed, “Yes… I want you.”“Then take it,” she purred, “Eddie struggles with me, and I’ve had two loads out of him already.”Jack had no qualms and breached her cum-filled snatch. Amy whimpered, biting her lower lip. She threw her arms around his neck as he hoisted her slender body, pinning her against the wall. His shaft was long enough to take it all and fill her completely. It had the thick girth she liked.“Mmm… you are just what I need,” Amy whimpered, “I want more, Jack, a lot more.”Humping her, she squeezed on his shaft, “Do you want to give it to me?”From his narrowed eyes, he mumbled at first, “Yes, yes, I do.””You can’t stop, can you?””No,” he hissed.”You don’t mind about Eddie fucking me at the same time?””No.”Amy purred, “Mmm… that’s what I need.”Satisfied, she pushed back and untangled herself, forcing a grumble of frustration from Jack. He peddled backwards as she stole his breath with hungry kisses. Taking to her knees, her silky mouth engulfed his cock, and his head hit the hollow wall with a thud. Caressing his aching balls, she met his eyes, savouring his fevered expression.

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Part 10- If They Only KnewRosa had said several times that one of the unique things about our relationship was that, in a brief period, we were sharing our most intimate fantasies … those related to spanking anyway.  It was certainly the most I’d ever shared about my wants and desires, but it seemed obvious that a common interest such as we had would naturally generate such openness.  Rosa wished that were true, and having no other experience to go on, I had to acknowledge her view of the world as truth … at least until I’d seen otherwise.Extended periods of time apart made our phone calls that much more precious … and stimulating!  Our conversation still centered almost entirely on our favorite pastime and rarely went into anything but the most superficial of small talk.  After a couple of months, I started wondering how long it could last because our discussion made it plainly obvious that we still had almost nothing in common, and were it not for a mutual love of a sore, red bottom, we’d have nothing.  Further, we both openly acknowledged it by openly discussing how to find and connect with other fans of spanking.Still, we spoke of getting together again and a couple of months after her trip south, I made another trip to New York.  Rosa didn’t get as much vacation as I did so she couldn’t take the time off as I had for her, but staying at her home still allowed us many opportunities to put each other across our respective knees for a good bottom smacking. As an early riser, I would get up with her, often before, to share breakfast and take her to work so I’d have her car to use during the day.  I don’t cook much of anything, but I can make a rather good breakfast and did so for her several of the days I was there.  One breakfast was made more memorable than the rest when Rosa found fault with my preparation of her eggs and bent me over the table for a fast and furious spanking to make sure I didn’t do it again.One of the private topics we often shared on the phone was the way a really sore bottom sikiş izle might affect activities immediately following a long, hard spanking, whether one was just going to bed … sleeping face down, of course … or having to be with other people unaware of your condition.  Rosa mentioned more than once how she had never had to go to work and face her colleagues with the pain of a really sore bottom to distract her … clarifying the difference between a night-before spanking versus one just received.  When she was a little bitchy one morning, I decided to make sure she no longer considered this an experience she had not had yet.  I offered to pick her up for lunch and she agreed with a grumble.  As we drove her to work in her ‘big, stupid car’, I formulated a plan.After dropping her off at work, I started looking for a park. Why not make it a public spanking as well and hit two of her favorite fantasies.  I knew of two parks within a reasonable distance of her office, and I came upon a third as I surveyed the other two.  The last turned out the best with a nice bench under a tree, in full view of most of the park, yet far enough away from the masses and a clear view of who might be able to see us.Next, I had to find a good deli nearby so I could get a good picnic lunch that wasn’t just fast food.  Rosa had mentioned a place called Dominic’s as a place she frequented for lunch, so I went to check it out and found your typical great New York deli with great hot sandwiches … pastrami, corned beef, club sandwiches, etc. Finally, I went back to the house to have breakfast, shower, and dress, after which it was almost time to leave.  I grabbed the leather paddle I’d brought from Florida, hid it in the back of the van and set off for Dominic’s.  I got there early intentionally to avoid being held up by the lunch rush.  After getting our lunch I headed back to her office and arriving about ten minutes early, settled in to wait for her to come out.  I didn’t have to wait long as she had seen me pull brazzers up and her boss let her go early.”Mmm, something smells good!” she said as she got in smelling the hot pastrami.  While I was planning earlier, I realized I wasn’t really sure what she’d worn today except that I was pretty sure it was a dress and made a mental note to pay attention to it when I picked her up.  She wore a light summer dress in a burgundy calico pattern that had a peasant top with a wide round neck and short, puffy sleeves.  The skirt portion was quite full and therefore would present no problem pulling it up once I had her across my knee.Clearly, in a better mood than when I’d dropped her off, I told her what my plan was … at least up to the point of her spanking … and we made our way to the park.  I parked as close as I could to the site I’d picked, but we still had a good walk to the shady bench I’d picked out.  We’d brought a blanket Rosa kept in her car and spread it on the grass right in front of the bench.  I handled the serving as I knew who got what and we began eating, all the while not talking at all about the morning, but having pleasant conversation, nonetheless.  We were nearly done eating so I decided to get the real party started.”So, you seem to be in a much better mood now.””I was pretty bitchy this morning, wasn’t I?  I don’t know why … Just got up on the wrong side of bed, I guess.””There was no reason to direct your mood at me, was there,” I replied more as a statement, than a question.”I know. I’m sorry.””You should realize by now that sometimes ‘sorry’ isn’t enough!””I’m gonna get a spankin’ when I get home tonight, aren’t I?” she said trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile behind a pouty face.”Perhaps … but I see no reason why we have to wait till then.””What, here? Now!?” she asked as she looked around in a panic.”There’s no one anywhere near us and we can see any potential onlookers coming from quite a ways away.””But …””The only butt I need right now is yours fake taxi porno across my knee,” I said as I moved to the bench and patted my lap. She smiled at my play on words and guardedly placed herself across my waiting lap still scanning the horizon for threats.  I left her dress in place and began spanking her right away to give her time to get comfortable with her surroundings, and eventually so turned on she wouldn’t care if someone walked right up and watched. I could tell she’d worn full panties and suspected they were quite tight as well, so I was betting she’d worn my favorite pair of tight, white panties in anticipation of getting spanked today … even if she hadn’t been expecting it so soon.”Was it fair to inflict your bad mood on me this morning?” I scolded as the barrage of swats to her gorgeous bottom continued relentlessly.”No, sir!” she cried in pain both real and desired,”In the future, you’ll let me help you get out of a bad mood?””By spanking me like this!?” she replied, intentionally provoking me.”Excuse me? Are you getting smart with me?” I challenged, although she was right.  Grabbing the hem of her dress I yanked it up unceremoniously to see I was right about her panties.  The white contrasted nicely with the pink hue of the flesh that hadn’t been protected by her panties.  Stroking those firm, warm globes in appreciation of such a sexy sight, I was awakened from my reverie by her reply.”No sir!! … and yes, sir!” I spanked hard and fast on the very top of each cheek, letting her know I didn’t like her answer.  “Oww! No, sir, I’m not getting smart with you and … Ow-ow-ow!! … yes, sir, I’ll let you help me with a bad mood!  Owwww!!!””That’s better”, I replied simply, letting my hands do the talking as they peppered her hot bottom with fast, firm spanks.  I was going to make sure she remembered this spanking all afternoon while she tried to work.  Looking at my watch I saw time was running out and it was time to move it along.  My hands went to the waist of her panties, and she instinctively raised her hips to allow me to pull them down well below her reddening mounds, but that didn’t stop her from protesting.”Please not on my bare bottom, sir?!  I have to go back to work, and I’ll be sitting down most of the afternoon!”

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As I wake, or at least my eyes and brain began to focus on the same things, I can see from the blurry image that I am inside. It is a small hut or shack, I can only see the room I’m in and from the floor at that. I can not move my body, shifting my eyes is all I can manage. Having no idea where I am, my mind starts to try to put together the events that I can still remember. The last that I can bring up is the patrol, we were on the way back from a small intelligence sweep of the sectors northeast of the firebase, looking for enemy movement in and around these areas. I was bringing up the rear and watching my patrols back as we moved through the jungle. I remember stopping to survey the area we had just moved through, making sure there was no trouble slipping up from behind. As I turned back forward, I saw the small black figure step from the bush, step in front of me, then the feeling of a sharp stinging and the sudden rush of warmth that flooded down the front of me. The world around me went black . . . That’s it, then here, not sure where here is or how I got here but the heart is still beating, all I can really ask right now isn’t it? I look around the area and it is very modest, very sparse actually. I can hear someone in the other room outside my vision, they seem to be scurrying around in that room. Other than that and the normal sounds of the jungle, there was nothing else to hear. I can see an AK-47 propped up in the corner. Seeing the weapon brings back the memory of the stinging feeling and I looked down. A large, wet, red patch of some rokettube material is across my stomach and the bedding under me seems very wet with the same. Looking around the place as I lay there, I see nothing but blurry images. Even so, my hearing seems rather clear. I can hear the sounds of a few animals, mostly chickens I assume, also, now and then I hear the traces of someone at work. The slight efforts I make to look at my surroundings tires me more than I can even imagine. Most of my time is spent dropping in and out of whateve r consciousness t his is. I hear someone enter through the back of the house, then the sound of something dropping on the floor on the other side of the wall next to me. A small body walks past the opening of the room. First in and then back out of my sight. I do not think they know I am awake, they don’t seem to be paying much attention to me. As they move around just out of my sight I catch glimpses of the person and it appears to be a young female. She is cleaning a little and I can only assume she is making something to eat. Judging from her size relative to items in the house, she is very tiny. I don’t know if she is just very young or very petite. When she hits a lull in her activities I can see she has noticed I am awake, but she does seem relieved that I am not moving. She turns and picks up a pot and holds it toward me as if offering me some. All I am able to do is blink, so I blinked twice and glanced to a spot beside the make shift bed that I am on. She comes over and sits beside me, she looks asyalı porno very young, somewhere around 17. Offering me water first and holding the cup to my lips, small sips quench my thirst and then she offers a small piece of bread crust and some gravy. It tastes just like it was expected to, but it is food, at least I hope. After only a few small bites and even smaller sips of water I can feel myself starting to drift off. “Tiger Joe needs to get strong,” she keeps repeating. It took me a little while but I remembered that I was wearing tiger-striped camo and well, we were all Joes. This is the routine for the next several times I regain consciousness . The only difference has been when she changed my bandages on my stomach. I am still not able to sit up or even raise my head to look down, I believe that is probably a good thing. She talks to me in a very broken, one word at a time type english, but we seem to be getting the gyst of understanding each other. She will not talk about my injuries or if she knows what actually happened. She also doesn’t seem to know anything about the other Joes in the area. I mentioned her family and asked where they were and all she said was, “family gone”, then went to sit across the room from me and wouldn’t look at me anymore. She stayed away until after if was dark and when I could no longer hold on she came over close and wiped my brow with a nice cool towel, checked my bandages and as she did I fell asleep again. I wake in the wee early hours and the sun is just starting azeri porno to slowly break the horizon. In a moment I see her as she stands from beside me, it is then that I realize that she had been sleeping on the floor beside me. I do not let her see that I am awake and she moves to sit against the wall down by my feet. I have no idea what she is doing and pretend to be asleep just a little longer. She sits and looks at me, like she is watching me sleep. She sits in a dark spot and the light from the window lays across my makeshift pallet. Shifting her hips as she gets into a comfortable spot, the front of her long dress falls open as she moves. Her nipples small and pointed as her fingers started to tease and play with them. She lays her head back and takes a deep breath. She trails her fingertips across the dark skin of her belly as she moves them between her thighs. Shifting again slowly, her legs part and she begins to slowly rub and tease the lips that were starting to swell and get so very wet. Fingers slide in and out as her hand begins to bring her close to her release. I strain and try not to move, but the site is driving me up a wall. I see as she brings herself to the edge and over, looking at me as she gets there. Sweat dripping from her nose and nipples as she cums over and over. Now, I know I am in no shape for anything but DAMN, that is hot. I watch as she sits and catches her breath, panting and laying her head back. I felt as though I was gonna explode, but nothing. As quickly as it started, it was over but the memory is one I will have forever. Each day was a collection of the moments from the one before. I was still not able to move on my own, which meant a large amount of contact between us. She spent as much time nursing me back as she did with maintaining her own life.

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Jack and Paul were on their annual golfing trip, so Linda and I made plans to go dancing at a club a few miles from home. The four of us have been there several times in the past. But dancing just isn’t our husband’s thing, and they prefer to sit back, drink, and people-watch while Linda and I get our groove on. I was excited to go out with Linda. We always have such a good time together. She is my other soulmate, and I love her dearly. I drove over to pick her up, she was waiting outside, and I must admit I got a little excited watching her tits bounce up and down as she walked toward the car. I leaned over, and we kissed. It lasted for a minute or two before we reluctantly backed away from each other. If we continued that steamy kiss, we would get tempted to go inside and party instead of going out.  It was a hot sultry night, so I had dressed casually. I wore a pale blue crop top, beige mid-thigh gym shorts, and strappy wedge sandals. Linda was dressed similarly, wearing a green crop top, black gym shorts, and sandals. It was about 9:00 pm when we arrived at the club. It was still quite early for a club, so not many people were there. We sat at a table drinking our wine, waiting for the DJ to start playing, and when he did, we were the first ones out on the dance floor. We enjoyed three or four fast dances, and when a slow one started playing, we returned to the table.  A few guys came over to ask us to dance, but we politely declined. After fifteen minutes or so, we got up to dance again. We were on our third fast dance when two gorgeous-looking black guys approached us and asked if they could cut in and dance with us.  “I would love that,” I said. Linda nodded her head in agreement. One of the guys took my hand, and we started dancing. “I’m Phil, and my friend dancing with your friend is Sam.” “I’m Sue, and my friend is Linda.”  Phil was an excellent dancer, and he was so good-looking. He was probably about six feet two tall and weighed around two hundred lbs. He wore a tight black T-shirt showing off his chiseled upper body and muscular arms.  Watching him move on the dance floor had my nipples hardening and my pussy wetting my panties. After a couple more fast dances, I was glad when a slow one started. Phil didn’t even hesitate and pulled me in close. I instantly melted into his strong arms as we danced. I felt my hard nipples rubbing up against his chest, and I could feel how wet my panties were. I didn’t object when he slowly moved his hands from the middle of my back to cup my asscheeks, gently squeezing and kneading them. I could feel Phil’s hard cock pushing up against my nether region. The club lights were low, and looking around, I saw other couples, including Linda and Sam, similarly engaged. Another slow song started right away, and as we danced, he steered me toward the side doorway that opened to the bathrooms.  Sure enough, that’s where we ended up. Once through the doorway, he took my hand, walking me past the men’s and ladies’ bathrooms. Phil eased me back against the wall just past the ladies’ bathroom and leaned in to kiss me. For a fleeting moment, I thought, what the hell was I doing, I had just met him, but he was one of the sexiest guys I had ever met. xnxx Just watching him dance had me in heat. And feeling his large cock rubbing up against me had me so horny I threw all reasoning out the window and kissed him back. He was a great kisser, aggressive but not overly so. I loved how his tongue dueled with mine. I loved his hands all over my ass and feeling his hard cock rub against my pubic area. I also slid my hands to his muscular backside, pulling him into me.  We continued to kiss for a while before he moved his hands onto my bare abdomen, sliding them up and under my crop top. I gasped in sheer pleasure as his big hands cupped my breasts. Phil began squeezing them and playing with my rock-hard nipples. I groaned into his mouth with pleasure. I love my nipples being pulled and twisted. I’m one of those women who can orgasm just from that alone. I pulled his shirt out of his shorts, ran my hands onto his skin, felt his rock-hard abs, and started playing with his nipples.  Then suddenly, he broke our kiss, lifted my top over my breasts, leaned down to suck my right nipple into his mouth, and covered my left one with one of his big hands. It was pretty dark at that end of the hallway, but I was nervous about what we were doing in a public place. But as his teeth gently bit down on my hard nipple and he pulled on it, any thought other than needing to cum quickly passed. Not pushing him away gave Phil the green light he was looking for. He quickly moved his other hand into my shorts. Phil’s large fingers slipped inside my panties and rubbed across my blood-engorged clit, making my entire body shudder. Curling his fingers up, he began to run them up and down my soaking wet vulva, using my juices as lube as he teased my clit. I was way past giving a fuck about anyone catching us now, so I unzipped his shorts and slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock. I had never been with a black guy before and had always wondered if the stories were true. Oh my fucking God, I thought he felt huge. I wanted to stroke it, but it was so long I couldn’t pull it through the opening of his boxer shorts.  I managed to unbuckle his belt, unbuttoned his shorts, and released it. It was by far the biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen.  Phil hadn’t let up on me at all and now had two of his big fingers inside my sodden pussy, curling them up against my G-spot and massaging it while stroking my clit with his thumb. I was moaning nonstop from the intense pleasure. When I announced that I was cumming he bit down on my nipple, and I convulsed in an explosive orgasm flooding his hand as I squirted over and over. I felt my legs giving way and probably would have fallen if not for the fingers inside my pussy holding me up. “My God, that was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had!” I said as I got my breath back. “I’ve never seen anyone cum that hard before. You squirted all over my hand. Your shorts are soaked through, and there’s a little puddle of your squirt on the floor. Let’s get out of here I want to fuck you so badly and have you squirt all over my cock.” He was right. From the waist down, I was wet. Even my sandals had my pussy juices on them.  “Look, Phil, I want to bakire porno fuck you so bad right now as well, but I can’t leave Linda here alone.” “Hey, no problem. I’m sure Linda and Sam would also be up for returning to my apartment.” We got ourselves as presentable as possible and went back inside the club. As we walked back to the table, I saw the familiar sight of Linda’s flushed face post-orgasm. I would later find out that he fingered her to multiple orgasms under the table while we were gone. She immediately agreed to go to Phil’s place.  We left the club; she rode in Sam’s car, and I drove Phil. Driving there, I thought about how bold we were going to a stranger’s home, but there hadn’t been any red flags so far. It’s something I haven’t done in a long time, and never without letting Jack know where I was. But with the thought of Phil’s huge cock running through my brain, making my pussy soaking wet, I just went with it. I parked the car in front of his building; it looked really lovely. The apartment was more like a townhouse with individual units attached. We had just started walking to the front door when Linda and Sam pulled up. We waited until they got out of his car, and the four of us walked arm and arm into his place. The décor had a masculine feel but was classy and appealing.  I thought that Phil would be all over me once inside, but instead asked if we wanted to use the bathroom to get freshened up while he went to get drinks for us. Such a gentleman, I thought. The bathroom was big and had two sinks and a large shower. I peeled off my shorts and panties, still soaked from cumming earlier. Linda did the same as hers were soaked as well. I told her about Phil fingering me in the hall by the bathrooms, making me cum, and she told me that Sam had fingered her at the table to several intense orgasms. She said that she had his cock out, stroking it under the table, and it was huge. I told her about Phil’s size, and I was super excited to fuck such a huge cock. We dried ourselves as best as we could, I kissed her, and we wished each other good luck for the rest of the evening. We decided to leave our clothes in the bathroom, having decided we were there to fuck and wouldn’t need them. We walked back into the living room together, naked. I could see the smiles on their faces as they stared at my red landing strip and Linda’s black landing strip. I walked over to Phil, climbed up on the couch, and knelt on either side of his legs. Leaning down, I kissed him. While we kissed, I reached down and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I sat back to admire his ripped body and ran my hands all over his pecs and abs, teasing his nipples. After a few minutes, I sat up and shoved my right tit into his mouth. He greedily began sucking my hard nipple. He took his hand and started to play with my other nipple. His actions were causing my pussy to start gushing profusely. Not wanting to wet his shorts, I undid his belt and the button on his shorts and pulled down the zipper.  I moved down onto the floor between his legs and reached up to grab his shorts. Phil lifted up, and I slowly pulled them off. No longer confined by the shorts, I saw a huge tent had bedava porno developed in his boxers. I reached up and grabbed them and slowly pulled them down his body. I gasped when his cock sprang free. I could think of a couple of one-word adjectives to describe it: massive, immense, gigantic, huge, girthy! It was even bigger than I felt when I stroked it at the club, and I didn’t think it was fully erect yet! I reached up and grabbed it with both hands around the base, and there must have still been five inches exposed. Besides the length, it was also really thick, my fingers not closing around it completely. I loved how veiny it was and how it throbbed in my hands. I slid my hands up its length to the huge bulbous head, rubbing the pre-cum all over it. Mesmerized by the sight I the biggest cock I had ever handled, I began to slowly stroke up and down the shaft. Sticking my tongue out, I licked the underside of the head. Keeping my hands around the thick shaft, I eased it into my mouth. I had to open wider than I ever had. I knew I could only take a little at a time, but I finally got close to six inches down my throat before I started to gag and choke.  I backed off a little and tried again, but I didn’t think I’d get it much deeper it was just too big. I proceeded to go up and down while stroking his shaft and playing with his balls! He was helping me by grabbing the top of my head and guiding it up and down his shaft.  It didn’t take long before I heard him start moaning with pleasure, and I could sense he was building to a climax. Then surprisingly, he lifted my head off of his cock, and said that he wanted to cum in another hole instead. That was music to my ears as I was very excited to feel his beautiful cock stretching my tight married pussy. I stood up, and so did he, and I looked over to see Linda was also sucking Sam’s huge cock. “We are going up to my bedroom. Do you two want to join us or use the spare room?” Phil said, looking over at Sam and Linda. Linda and I love fucking each other’s husbands on the same bed, so almost in unison, we both said, “Same room. We love watching each other fuck.” The four of us proceeded up the stairs into a very spacious master suite centered by a massive four-poster bed. It seemed wider than a king as the four of us lying side by side fit comfortably. Taking charge, Phil picked me up and deposited me on my back on the left side of the bed. He pulled a pillow down, and I lifted my hips. He placed it under my ass and then knelt between my legs. Phil grabbed my legs and spread them wide, pushing them up and back, exposing my open ginger cunt to his lustful gaze.  I squealed in delight as I saw the look of pure desire as he gazed at my gaping cunt. I could feel my cunt juice leaking out, running down to my tiny pink butthole. Phil began to tease me, rubbing his fingers along my labia while blowing on them, making my head roll from side to side. All I wanted was for him to cover my entire cunt with his large black lips and taste me. As if he had read my mind, his mouth engulfed my entire cunt as his tongue thrust deep inside me.  “Oh my fucking God, Yes. Suck my cunt, Phil, eat my slutty little hole.” Urged on by my open profanity, Phil quickly started to lick long strokes of his tongue from my asshole to my clit. I was in heaven, and my pussy was gushing heavily. Phil sucked and drank all my juices as they poured out of me, and I was quickly closing in on a massive climax.  

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What had started out as some fun flirting on the Internet ended up far more than I had bargained for! We have met innocently enough in the chat room, some good-humoured fun, and a little bit of gentle flirting. You don’t come in here for anything serious or mind blowing, or at least that’s what I thought. The chat had become a little bit more intense, still fun and flirty but I soon realised that there was a sensual undertone to the witty one-liners and the quick responses. That chat became a little more urgent, not needy but you could definitely feel the ‘heated edge’ to the chatter. The off hand – “Catch you later” as she signed off, threw me but the friendly poke the next day confirmed that it hadn’t all been me. So gradually over the next few days the two-way chat continued to be flirtier and certainly more direct. A not so innocent question here, an observation there – we started to push the boundaries out a little further, testing the water. When it became clear that there was more than a little mutual attraction and the social barriers had started to come down, we felt far more comfortable to chat and discuss more or less anything. Apart from the usual preamble – the normal day-to-day stuff, the clear sexual chemistry between us started to surface. As we dwelt on our innermost thoughts porno and shared secrets, bit by bit the safety of our normal lives began to be eroded – we were sliding deeper and deeper into a very sensual relationship. The real turning point came one day, as our now daily chat became playful. As we chatted away, Michelle innocently mentioned that she was ‘home alone’ and feeling more than a little turned on. We had several chats like this before but I sensed that this was a bit different. I could tell by her comments that there was definitely some sparks flying. Michelle described in great detail what she was wearing that day and more importantly what she had on underneath. I said it was unfair, as I couldn’t she what she had on and that was it:- “Turn on your cam and skype me” – the words burnt into me as I read them on my screen. The next few minutes were a blur as we logged on to catch the first glimpse of each other for real. Of course we had seen pictures of each other but this was different, there we were, face to face for the first time. It felt perfectly normal; as we had spoken so many times before but this time it was just so much more highly charged. There before me was Michelle. She looked stunning in her black dress, high heels, and, I knew, seamed stockings. Her long anime porno dark hair perfectly framed her lovely face and sensuous lips. “Want to play?” she asked in a sultry manner as she pulled out a pack of playing cards. Where was this going? I thought to myself, but what the hell, Michelle looked far too good to refuse. Before I knew it Michelle had dealt two hands of cards on the table. “You choose,” she said, as she smiled mischievously into the camera. I selected the left hand pair of cards and she turned them over for me. I watched nervously, as I saw a Jack of hearts and a 9 –“Hold,” I said eagerly and waited for Michelle to turn over her cards. My heart skipped a beat as Michelle flipped her cards – a 7 and a 5? I knew she had to turn another card, so I willed her to turn a high number. To my delight the next card was a King, one up to me! I waited to she what Michelle would do next. Slowly she stood up and turned her back, reached behind her and very slowly and deliberately undid the zip on her dress. I knew from her photos, that Michelle had a great figure but as she stood there before me, slowly peeling the straps from her shoulders, I could see just how nice it was. Michelle pulled the dress down over her waist and pushed it over her hips, stopping arap porno to look over her shoulder and into the camera. I was spell bound. Michelle looked stunning, as I stared at my screen. She let the dress fall from her hands and swiftly stepped out of it. Michelle turned to face me and at last I had the perfect view. My eyes wandered down her body – she had put on a lovely black lace bra with matching thong. Her wonderful slim legs were clad in sheer black stockings, set off with high heels. It was definitely a sight to behold. Quickly, Michelle picked up the cards and dealt another hand, my heart was pounding as I hoped for another good hand. Unfortunately it was not to be, and I lost the next two rounds. My luck soon changed, as the cards eventually fell my way. Michelle stood facing the camera, folded her arms and gently cupped each breast in her hands. I saw her thumb brush across the delicate fabric of her lacy bra, with slow deliberated motions; she gently circled her now hardening nipples, stopping briefly to pinch them in between her thumb and forefingers. Letting out an involuntary gasp, Michelle flipped the thin lacy strap from her shoulder, turning away from the cam, still smiling. Her hand quickly dipped behind her as she undid the back of her bra and turning once more she held it in place with her hands. My breathing grew deeper as I watched her pull away the flimsy garment to reveal her perfectly formed pert breasts. Her small but perky nipples standing erect and hard, so tantalizingly close yet so untouchable.

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By my 17th Birthday, I was on the verge of outgrowing my C-cup. When people thought I was out of ear-shot, I heard words like “well-endowed,” “nubile” and “voluptuous.” But appearances, as they say, can be deceiving. Between sports, a part-time job and honors-track classes, I didn’t have time, or energy, or much in the way of sexual experimentation. For one thing, I was nervous around guys. And guys were pretty much everywhere. Alone I was more relaxed. I enjoyed watching myself undress in a mirror. Sometimes I even took a hand mirror and put it between my legs to study myself “down there.” In bed, I’d caress my nipples and pinch my labia. It was good, very, very good–although I hadn’t quite managed a full-blown orgasm. All that changed the summer I visited Aunt Wendy’s cattle ranch in eastern Wyoming. On the drive back from the airport, Aunt Wendy pulled a small silver flask from the glove compartment of her pickup. “Darlin’, meet my best friend Johnny Walker,” she said passing it to me. “Have a slug.” Aunt Wendy was a year older than my Dad. As children, they were Army brats, shuffling between military bases every few years. By High School, however, their personalities were becoming very different. Aunt Wendy was wild and wayward, my Dad was shy and studious. They were living in Wyoming when Aunt Wendy got pregnant and married a rancher’s son. I knew my parents didn’t entirely approve of Aunt Wendy, which made her all the more alluring. So I tried my best to please her by tossing my head back a taking a long swig from her flask. Of course, as soon as the whiskey hit the back of my throat, I crumbled into a coughing fit. After Wendy stopped laughing and I’d regained my speech, she pumped sex izle me for juicy news about my relatives. She loved family gossip, the more salacious the better. I filled her in on all the rumors I’d heard, and overheard. And she updated on her side of the family. Cousin Bobby had come out of the closet. Cousin Phil lost his construction job and was living in a trailer park. Aunt Phillis was at a San Diego rehab clinic (no wonder) and while she was away her husband had shacked up with a nymphette hairdresser half his age. “What about your love life, Darlin’?” she asked with a pointed look in my direction. “What love life?” I said, perhaps a little wistfully. “I don’t have time for a love life.” “Figured as much,” she said, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke. “Your Dad was the same when he was your age.” She spent the next ten minutes pumping me for specifics: Had I ever seen a naked man? Touched one? Been touched? I told Wendy pretty much everything, except the part about touching myself. That was just way too embarrassing. As her pickup bounced down the dirt driveway to the ranch, Aunt Wendy winked at me and said: “Nothing much new around here either, ‘cept, maybe the scenery has improved a mite.” When we parked, I saw what she meant. Lunging a pony in the coral was the most exquisite man I’d ever seen in the flesh. He looked about 20, was naked to the waist, and his tanned chest glowed like burnished copper in the Wyoming sun. His shoulders and pecs were perfectly defined, almost as if chiseled in stone, and his abs rippled every time he tugged on the lunge line. His tight, faded Levis left little to the imagination. “I see what you mean,” I whispered to Aunt Wendy. “That’s Skip,” alt yazılı porno she said with a wink. “He’s the ag student that’s helping out this summer. Sure is an improvement over the regular bunch.” That would be the permanent ranch hands, three grizzled old men with weathered faces the texture of lizzard skin and the bad teeth to match. Improvement didn’t begin to describe it. Aunt Wendy wasted no time introducing Skip. He took my hand and looked me straight into me eye. As our skin touched the blood rushed to my cheeks and I was suddenly terrified he could tell how excited just looking at him was making me feel. We exchanged “nice to meet you’s” while Aunt Wendy beamed like a cat that had just eaten the canary. “Does Skip have a girlfriend?” I asked as soon as we reached the front porch. “I have no idea, Darlin’,” Aunt Wendy said as we walked to the house. “But even if he does, it wouldn’t mean a thing. That boy is as randy as a Spring mare.” Skip joined us in the house for dinner, something the permanent hands almost never did. At the table, he was soft-spoken and almost taciturn, although endearingly passionate when he talked about ranching. Whenever he looked at me, I felt as if I were being undressed. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it was flustering. I was blushing and tongue-tied, which was totally unlike me. In my honor, Aunt Wendy had baked Brown Betty a la mode for desert. I was on my second bite when Skip’s fingers brushed my thigh, sending a cascade of little shivers down my spine. I told myself it was accidental, but a moment later his fingers were back, this time caressing me in a way that could only be deliberate. I considered pushing altyazılı sex izle his hand away, but Skip’s fingers were evoking sensations I’d never felt before. He’d begin by touching just above my knee, then slowly tracing a path up the inside of my thigh. Each time he repeated this caress, it ended closer and closer to the gap between my legs, and my entire body pulsed with a sexual energy and anticipation. A tiny voice commanded me to make Skip stop. But I was powerless against the pent up urges and antificaption that Skip’s magic fingers were releasing. Then, from somewhere far away, I realized another voice was demanding my attention. “I see you still love my Brown Betty,” Aunt Wendy was saying, watching me with a conspiratorial grin. “Oh, my Goodness, yes!” I blurted. “It just keeps getting better and better.” From the corner of my eye, I saw a mischievous sparkle in Skip’s eyes as his fingertips made a final push between my legs. “Mmmmmmmm,” I sighed. “You’ve changed the recipe, haven’t you?” Aunt Wendy’s look darted from me to Skip and back. “Sugar and spice,” she replied in a whisper. “Don’t you just love it?” As soon as the table was cleared, I ran to my room, pleading the incredibly lame excuse of jet-lag. The guest-room had French doors that opened onto a hedge-enclosed porch. The cottage furniture was pale cream and the bed was made with a hand-stitched country comforter. It crossed my mind that there must be worse places for a girl to lose her virginity. My pussy was still tingling from Skip’s caresses. I slipped out of my jeans and checked my panties, the front panel was moist and warm. Looking for a distraction, I curled into a recliner, grabbed the TV remote and channel surfed until I found a fluffy teen romance called “The Truth about Cats and Dogs.” The plot was straight from Cyrano de Bergerac, but at least the characters were sympathetic and engaging. However, if the goal had been to take my mind off sex, it wasn’t working.

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I lived in a rather conservative household, not to mention attended an abstinence-only school, and as such I was sixteen years old the first time I watched porn. I waited until just after midnight when I knew my parents would be asleep before I booted up my computer, plugged in headphones, and slipped in the DVD a friend of mine had given me. I still remember so much of it vividly. There were dozens of people gathered in a large white room, and after a few moments of mingling they were eventually separated into pairs, sometimes sets of three, and distributed to various sections of the room, mobil porno each containing beds. On the command of someone off-screen, a husky “Begin!”, the people began stripping off their clothes. I can still remember gaping at the screen and wondering what the heck was going on. One moment everyone was just standing around talking, and the next they were all naked and kissing and touching each other in ways no one had to tell me were inappropriate. That’s how I discovered what sex was. I discovered that a man’s penis was much larger and scarier looking than I imagined, and alman porno that it stuck up when a man was ready for sex, and that it leaked whitish fluid—though I didn’t know why. And I discovered that a woman, too, could leak fluid from her vagina, and that there were holes down there where a penis could enter, and that there were certain places to touch that could make a woman moan. I learned that sex involved putting a man’s penis in your mouth and leaning back so that he could squirt that whitish liquid all over your face. I learned that it was spreading alexis texas porno your legs and allowing a man to burrow his face between them until you screamed. I learned that it was having your breasts tugged, bitten, licked, until the nipples hardened to pebbled points and red teeth marks and finger bruises peppered the delicate skin. I learned that sex was filthy. It was disgusting. It was sinful. It was something I shouldn’t have ever been watching. It was something I shouldn’t have ever found appealing. And yet… And yet I couldn’t deny the wetness between my thighs, or the strange heat that had begun to spread there since the first sight of a fully naked man and woman had appeared on screen. I had watched, avidly, as a man’s fingers dipped in between one woman’s legs, stroking her vagina with long swipes of his large fingers, and squirmed.

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The sunlight shining through the window and the soft chirp of birds stir me in my sleep and interrupt my dream. With my eyes closed and mind still only half awake, I roll over to wrap my arm around your sleeping form, only to find nothing there but empty space on the bed. I open my eyes and the visual confirmation of your absence reminds me – it’s Monday. I twist my body under the sheets back to the center of our bed, my auburn hair partly covering my face as I close my eyes again. There’s a leftover desire burning between my thighs, perhaps from the dream that ended abruptly a short time ago; or was it many hours ago? It’s so hard to tell with dreams. I don’t even remember it well, the visions flew out of my head as soon as I stirred. But the desire still exists, and I slip a hand down beneath the sheets pressing it between the soft, sensitive skin of my thighs. Beep Beep Beep Beep I’m snapped awake by my alarm clock and reach up above my head to turn it off. The shower calls. I toss the sheets aside and slide out of bed, pull my hair out of my face, and sleepily walk to our bathroom. I gradually wake up as I go about my morning business, looking out the window at the clear blue sky and feeling the fresh breeze tickling my skin. I can tell it’s going to be a beautiful early summer day. Turning away from the sink, I discard my nightclothes on the tiles and step into the shower, my senses coming alive under the spray of warm water. The steady stream pours over my body, washing away any remaining vestiges of the night. I eagerly rub shampoo into my long hair and spread my favorite body wash over my skin, scrubbing myself clean. After rinsing, I enjoy a good soak before I turn the water off and grab a towel, running it firmly over my arms, legs, chest and back. The normally soft fibers seem rough on my sensitive skin, altyazılı porno but I enjoy it. I wrap the towel around my head and finish my morning bathroom routine of make-up, hair and some faint body spray. Once back in our bedroom I stand nude in front of my closet, considering my clothing options for the day. Picking through a drawer of undergarments, I decide to go with black as my theme. A pair of white panties and matching bra to enhance my modest bosom will go nicely underneath the business suit I’m considering. I slip the panties up my legs and reach for a pale blue blouse and my black skirt, finishing the ensemble with a black business jacket. I button up my shirt, looking at myself in the mirror as I do so. Feeling somewhat liberated, I hesitate near the top of my blouse, considering the last button, normally buttoned up tight for a more reserved look. I do have a meeting today, perhaps I should be modest. I button it, but reserve the right to reconsider. I pull my jacket on and select a pair of black heels to complete the look. I take one last, quick look in the mirror to adjust my hair, wondering what it is that makes me feel so confident this morning. The lovely summer weather? My clothes? Knowing you’re desiring me despite the distance that temporarily separates us? I ponder these things as I head downstairs to grab some breakfast. ************************* It’s afternoon now and I’ve just finished up a lunch meeting with three colleagues. One of them, a man about my age, is quite attractive with natural good looks. He has those eyes, eyes that make me want to melt whenever they meet mine. I’m not sure whether he was flirting with me or not, but whenever he looked my way his smile appeared to grow and his eyes seemed to linger one second longer than they had to. He knows I’m married, but zenci porno probably figures it’s just a harmless flirt. Or maybe it’s all in my mind. Either way, it excites me to think that an attractive man is looking at me. I now have a seven block walk back to my office. My intuition about the weather today was a bit off. While the sky is still clear, it looks like the summer heat and humidity has decided to make an entrance. The morning’s relatively cool air has been pushed aside and it’s quite muggy now. As I walk, I try to keep my pace measured so I don’t get too warm, but I’m losing that battle; I can feel a little perspiration under my arms and a slight tingle at the back of my neck where my hair starts. I stop to pull an elastic band out of my purse and pull my hair up to keep it off my neck. I also remove my jacket, but that’s not quite enough in this heat. I have to undo the top button on my blouse, making the swell of my breasts clearly visible to any eyes that might wander my way. In fact, a young man walks by and stares in my direction as I make these alterations. A half smile crosses his face and his eyes travel the length of my body, but I’m not concerned. I feel sexy and confident as I resume my walk, letting my hips sway back and forth more than usual. I can feel my arousal humming between my thighs by the time I reach the front door of my office building. The hot, sticky weather makes me feel alive, and the eyes of the various men on me make me aware of my own sexuality. I have no desires for them, but knowing they desire me is exciting! The coolness of the air conditioned office building hits me as I open the door. It’s a relief, but also an indication I must try to get my mind off of my desires and back into my work. I sit down at my desk and open my email. There’s aldatma porno one from you saying you hope I’m enjoying my day (Oh, am I ever!) and that you’re having a productive time on your trip. You tell me you were thinking about me last night and wishing I was there with you (I know exactly what you mean!) and that you love me. My heart beats faster. I write back one sentence: What would you have done had I been there last night? I don’t normally write things like that to you, but I’m not myself today. I have a hard time keeping my mind on my work the rest of the day, my mind is buzzing with sexual energy and it’s difficult to contain my desire. I have to tell myself: Focus, Erica, focus. The time ticks by too slowly. A little before five o’clock you send me an email, it says simply: By the time you arrive home, there will be another email from me. Enjoy. At the stroke of five I’m away from my desk and walking quickly out the front door. I walk the two blocks to the metro and arrive on the platform hoping for a quick commute so I can get home and check my email. Unfortunately, it’s not to be, the platform is crowded with people; the trains are behind schedule. Frustrated, I position myself to survive the onslaught of riders trying to get onto the next train. It arrives in about twenty minutes. The doors open and passengers disembark. A mob of people with me in the middle surges forward and presses onto the metro car. I’m pushed forward and, finally, as the doors close behind us, the pushing relents a bit. I’m still pressed between a mass of bodies and one of the handhold poles. I barely maintain hold of my purse. I can feel someone behind me, pressed against my back. I glance back. It’s a younger man a little taller than me. He smiles at me and I return it. He’s close enough I can smell him. It’s a manly smell, enticing, and in my state, arousing. As the train moves the mass of passengers sways back and forth. I can feel the young man’s hips pressing against my rear. The train stops and starts. I sway back into the man, pressing my ass against his crotch. It’s then I feel it.

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Introduction.

Ok so as mentioned in a previous chapter, during our time spent watching the doggers and our brief but exciting friendship with Mike the gamekeeper, I did start seeing someone else.

So to bring you this encounter I’m going to backtrack a little, to the start of our time with Mike.

This was something that started out very innocent and fairly straightforward but ultimately ended up being rather weird.

Anyway, you’ll see what I mean.

On with the show.

Chris.

“What was that?”

Rita asked as she breezed up to me while I mopped a spillage down one of the aisles.

It was a monday morning and I was halfway through a shift at the supermarket.

The emphasis on the last word, ‘that?’ and the excited look in her eyes confirming what I kind of already knew, Rita had seen me scribbling something down on the young man’s receipt after I’d served him earlier that morning.

Part of me was cursing inwardly at Rita knowing what I’d done, the other part….honestly? I felt proud.

I’d come a long, long way in the past several years, growing from a shy, quiet, insecure introvert.

To…. well, I’m still shy and quiet at least openly, that is my nature.

But I have grown inside, matured.

Every encounter I’ve experienced has made me stronger, boosting my inner confidence.

Every man I’ve had has changed me for the better.

Gone are the days of just fantasising, now instead of daydreaming I make it happen.

At this point in time I was juggling between trying to keep Rita out of my private life, and being strongly tempted to reveal all.

I instinctively knew that my new friend could be trusted.

However, we had some time to go before that trust and friendship would be explored to the full.

Looking back at her expectant face, I couldn’t help but grin.

“What do you mean….what was that?”

A good half hour had elapsed since she’d witnessed my little indiscretion, but my words did not match up with the cheeky grin plastered all over my face.

Rita beamed back as she replied, “Yeah right…. I saw you….what did you write on that receipt?”

What my friend had observed that morning, was me passing a scribbled message to the gorgeous young man I’d been after for a while.

As previously mentioned, this particular young guy, whom both myself and Rita fancied, had been regularly coming into the store and I was determined to get to know him better.

I’d made my intentions clear to him, giving him ‘the look’ at every opportunity, and making small talk whenever I served him.

However up until recently his shyness had prevented any further interaction between us.

It was this shyness and apparent inexperience that had only encouraged me more.

But it now appeared that my efforts weren’t going to waste.

He had begun to return my smiles and also exchange small talk, all while turning bright red….oh my….adorable.

He looked even more handsome when blushing.

So, that morning as I served him, an idea quickly entered my head.

Spontaneous, risky….and exciting.

Looking around as the young guy put his pin into the card machine… nobody else behind waiting for my till…..grabbing a pen I took his receipt and quickly wrote my name and number down on it.

My heart pounding as I did so, this was after all a bold move on my part, I didn’t know hardly anything about him he was basically a stranger.

What would he think of me?

He could already have someone, a girlfriend or wife, although in my experience that didn’t mean anything.

It was a risk alright, but one worth taking.

Although quick with my writing the young guy couldn’t help but notice what I was doing, and as I looked up to hand him the little piece of paper I was met with a look of sheer surprise.

Fortunately there was no distaste or offence in that look, just his natural reaction to my unexpected act.

I grinned confidently back and caught him off guard with a cheeky wink before saying, “You have a nice day now… sweetheart.”

All he could do was turn bright red while thanking me in a slightly shaky voice.

He turned and walked away while studying the receipt with my name and number on it, looking back briefly once before exiting the store.

It was while watching him zayıf gaziantep escort leave, my eyes glued to his cute little bum, that Rita’s presence became known to me.

So focussed on the young man, I’d not noticed her close by pinning some information up on a noticeboard.

She was staring right at me wearing a quizzical frown and would have questioned me right then if not for being called away on some errand by our supervisor.

And now, as I faced her down the aisle, mop in hand….the game was up.

There was no way she was going to let this go and I had no choice but to admit what I’d done.

Rita’s mouth opened wide and the excited look she was already wearing intensified as I confirmed what she clearly suspected.

Feeling a sense of pride and succumbing to her infectious excitement, as I did so.

Fuck to secrecy….this was fun….it felt good to tell her.

“Oh my god….I knew it….ooh Pippa you are a rum un….I bloody knew it….”

She abruptly trails off for a second as I interrupt with a ‘shhhh’ and a worried expression, adding that she keep her voice down, I don’t want the whole place knowing.

Undeterred by my reprimand Rita moves up close to me and continues, “….so what did he say?….I bet that surprised him!”

I told her what had happened while she listened intently, soaking up what little detail there was.

As we chatted in secretive hushed voices, like giddy schoolgirls discussing their latest crush, I couldn’t help but wonder….what would it be like….to tell her everything?

If she was so impressed by this?

In time, I would find myself revealing all to Rita, as we became very close friends.

But that was still some little way off in the future.

For now, my friend was all questions about the young guy.

However, with customers now joining us down the aisle, those questions would have to wait.

Rita reluctantly goes back to her duties with a promise from me to keep her posted on any progress I might make.

And it’s this ‘progress’ that was foremost on my mind throughout not just the rest of that shift but indeed, the whole day.

I checked my phone during break….nothing.

Checked it at home time….nothing.

Kept checking it throughout the day….nothing.

Oh I tell a lie, one text message from o2 trying to get me on a contract, another from my sister, and one phone call from dad insisting that I’d just called him when I hadn’t!

By ‘nothing’ of course, I meant the handsome young man.

The one that I appeared to have….made a fool of myself to.

It was beginning to look like he wasn’t interested.

When John got home from work early that evening I explained what I’d done.

John knew all about my desires involving the young customer at work and despite our attention being focussed upon Mike at the time, he gave me his whole hearted approval.

He’s very understanding like that, you see.

Anyway, it had gotten quite late about 9.30 and i had all but given up. Steve was home in his room, Chris off somewhere with zoe.

I’d just gotten out the bath after a long soak with a bottle of chilled chardonnay for company and I was feeling very relaxed.

Going downstairs wrapped in a bathrobe I met John at the bottom, he was looking excited and holding out my mobile.

“It beeped a couple minutes ago….hope you don’t mind but I had a sneaky peek….”

He trails off, a big grin breaking out, spreading across his face, shaking his head before continuing, “….your guna love what he’s called.”

I took the phone, excited too but curious at my hubby’s reaction, what did he mean? I’m guna love what he’s called?

Looking at the text, it read.

(Hi. Thank u for ur number Pippa u served me at the store this morning. Hope I got right number? Txt me when u get this. Chris x)

Chris…..same name as my eldest son, who by the look of my store guy was not much younger.

I look up from the phone wearing a reluctant grin back at John, “Ah….see what you mean.”

So, the object of my lusty attention has the same name as my son who’s probably not much younger than him….not awkward at all.

As if to read my mind John chimes in with a comment that puts an uncomfortable image in my gaziantep zayıf escort head.

“Well….that’s guna be interesting at the point of no return….losing yourself in the moment….calling out his name!”

My face contorts in disgust before snapping at my hubby, “Oh thanks a lot you bastard… for putting that in my bonnet.”

It’s accompanied by a sharp prod in his side as I push past him.

He knows I’m not serious however, and quickly recovers, following me into the living room where we excitedly discuss what my response will be.

And it’s there in our living room, cuddled up on the sofa together that we spend the next hour with Chris, my new boy.

Most of the time is spent texting each other but I do manage to coax a phone call out of him towards the end.

Chris, is painfully shy.

But as mentioned in the past, I can be very persuasive.

The overall impression I get from Chris reminds me very much of Alan, but at the other end of the age spectrum.

Although his circumstances couldn’t be more different.

Through our texting frenzy and subsequent phone call, I discover that Chris is single, he’s just 20 years old and lives with his mum.

But, he assures me, is saving up for the deposit for a flat in town.

He works full time at a food processing factory and has a car.

The awkward part of the conversation is when he asks questions about me.

I don’t feel that I can tell him the truth, it would surely scare him off.

Even revealing that I’m married would almost certainly send him scurrying.

So I lie, telling him I’m divorced.

I do tell him that I have two children, but don’t go into much more detail at this point about my personal circumstances.

I do however, tell Chris how handsome I think he is and express my interest in meeting him in a more social capacity.

Yeap, I take the lead and ask him out on a ‘date’.

It’s obvious he’s very inexperienced, perhaps….and at the same time hopefully…maybe even a virgin as well.

Chris compliments me on my appearance, describing me as very pretty, then agrees to us going out ‘someplace’ for a chat.

The conversation ends with us arranging to meet up the next day after I’ve finished work, at a café in town we both know of.

I tell him I’m looking forward to it and wish Chris sweet dreams.

From his shaky voice and constant swallowing while we spoke, I could almost feel the heat off his blushing face through my phone!

After ending the call I turned to face my excited hubby who had been so patiently listening to us, while I groped the bulge in his trousers.

I too could feel the effects of talking with Chris while John sat close by soaking up every word of our conversation, the phone had been on speaker….

Despite us now regularly meeting up with Mike the gamekeeper, and me taking on both him and John…..it was sometimes these ‘tame’ things that turned us both on the most.

An urge gripped me, one that I knew couldn’t be ignored.

My nipples….hard and swollen….a slick heat between my legs….I had an itch that needed a good scratch…and it couldn’t wait.

Gazing into my hubby’s eyes….he knows what I want.

A silent understanding passes between us.

Giving his hard bulge one last squeeze before I stand up off the sofa and head out the room with John following close behind.

We know where we’re heading….our old refuge in times of need.

The large brick shed in our back garden… it’s been a while….too long a while.

We’ve often used it in the past when the boys were in as somewhere private to…..vent our frustrations.

A shed…hardly romantic….ordinary…mundane even.

However, I’d had some of the best orgasms of my life within its walls.

And this night is no exception.

Once inside with the door bolted we allow our passions to possess us….and consume each other.

In the heat of the moment I am no lady, I behave like a depraved slut.

Practically tearing John’s trousers down before gobbling what he has to offer me.

I devour his swollen cock in a lust fueled frenzy.

I’m vaguely aware as my attention is totally focussed on this one act, that John is struggling with his vocal outlet.

I gaziantep zayıf escort bayan like to think of it as a pressure release, for when things get too much.

Pain and pleasure…they are more related than you might think?

Both evoke a similar response.

Mouth open wide…loud vocalisation.

But this is where the situation draws in my wicked side.

The shed is not exactly sound proof, and I know that John can’t make much noise…

So I have him quite literally…by the balls.

The slippery heat of my mouth combined with the actions of frantic tongue….and my nails….driven into his nut sack.

Oh my goodness me…I love that power trip.

Reducing a big strong man like my hubby to…a quivering wreck.

It doesn’t get much better.

Even with a mouthful of cock I still manage somehow to grin at my hubby’s awkward but exquisite predicament.

Knowing he wants to scream his head off….but can’t…it’s electric.

This level of teasing however, does not go unchallenged for long.

The tables are quickly turned as John decides he’s had enough of playtime, and his dominant side shows me its teeth.

I’m grabbed by the hair and pulled up onto my feet, instantly pushed hard against the shed wall…there pinned in a passionate embrace.

As we kiss, tongues entwined, I feel him getting ready.

Grasping my upper thighs in a strong vice like grip…I instinctively wrap my legs around him…letting him take my weight….feeling his thing brush against my moist slit once….once more…then finding the target…easily sliding home.

All the way up, deep inside.

Despite needing to stay quiet I let slip a squeal of delight.

Oh god….I so need it.

So….fucking desperately need it.

Closing my eyes and trying hard not to cry out, I’m quickly taken away to that special place.

Our joint passion combining to produce a dizzy climax.

I’m left shaking and gasping for air, desperately holding on to John who too is soon in the grip of a climax spasm.

In the breathless aftermath, my hubby locked up tight against me…I feel it.

That most sweetly erotic, almost indescribable sensation of being filled.

Warm pulsing, deep within…

A quiet, special moment between the pair of us… oh so familiar lovers.

There have been many other’s, but there’s only one for me.

I kiss his neck tenderly while he finishes, feeling him calming down, the passion ebbing away.

This part of any coupling always fascinates me…feeling all that energy slowly draining…

With the last pulses gone, he kisses me tenderly on the lips before I disembark my special ride, unfurling my legs from around him and placing unsteady feet back on the ground.

Looking down past the open bathrobe between my legs, in the half light cast by a nearby street lamp, I can see he’s made a mess.

Pearly goo is running down the inside of both thighs….time to clean up.

As we’re doing so I’m vaguely aware of John grumbling, something about his back, still dizzy from a dynamite climax I’m not taking in properly what he’s saying.

It’s not until we’re back in the house that I realise what’s wrong…..what I have done.

It’s a warm night and John isn’t wearing anything on his top half, he turns with his back to me and I see it.

Deep scratches adorn my hubby’s upper back area, there’s blood, a lot of it streaking down to his trousers waistband.

“Oh shit….oh no…John…I’m so sorry….let me….”

I trail off while retrieving some tissues to soak up the blood.

Guilt hits me full on, I’ve made a right mess of him.

But John takes it in his stride, playing it down to save my feelings by joking that he will have something to show the guy’s at work tomorrow.

However, I do realise that this is an issue with me that I need to try and address.

I get so carried away, so lost in the moment that I’m not really in control of my actions.

And now I’ve hurt someone I love.

After I’ve tended to my hubby’s wounds we retire to the living room, have another drink to calm down, and discuss my upcoming date.

One thing appears certain, Chris is different from my ‘usual’ fellas.

Young, inexperienced, and most notably… unattached.

Most of the men I’ve been with up to that point have been married, or much older than me.

But it’s this detail, about Chris not having anyone, that in our haste and excitement we overlook and fail to take into account.

This little detail does end up becoming an issue later on.

However, for the moment all I can do is focus on that upcoming first ‘date’ and what might happen….

End of chapter 8.

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I was not looking forward to working out at all. I wanted to get into shape, but working out was going to be painful mainly because it had been a few months since I had stepped into the gym. I was so right, the first week I was so damn sore, but going into the second week, I was feeling much better. I am usually in a zone of my own when I go into the gym. I just want to get my workout done, go into the steam room, and then take a shower before going home. I do not usually really pay attention to the people around me, because then it becomes a distraction, but when I came in today, I could not help but notice this damn hot trainer across from me. He was helping one of the women get set up on the treadmill. He was tall, with dark hair, and a killer body. As I got onto the treadmill, I was really trying to keep my eyes down and not pay attention to what was going on across from me but it was not easy, and then there he was standing in front of me. “How is everything going?” he asked. I nearly tripped over my feet when I looked up, “Um, fine,” I stammered. “Well if you need anything my name is Brian,” he said as he was walking away. Dammit, I did not usually have a hard time speaking to men but for some reason he made me nervous. It has been a while since I had flirted with a man. The next couple of weeks were not easy for me, but I would get in early enough to get my workout done before Brian came in, which was both good and bad. It was good because I got my workout done and it was bad because I was not able to watch Brian do his thing in the gym while he helped the other women. The women loved Brian and he did his job well. He was a great trainer from what I could see. Watching him, work with the other women was kind of a turn on because he was very assertive with them, which I found quite sexy, not to mention he has an amazing body. I was watching him one day with zenci gaziantep escort one of his regular appointments and every time he held the woman’s waist as she went down into a squat, I imagined it was his hands on my waist. I did not think that he noticed me watching him until he made eye contact with me in the mirror, and he gave me a smile. I was slightly embarrassed, so I just continued my workout and thought, “I got a smile from him that’s a start.” I made the decision that I was going to stop watching him with his hands on other women and I was going to find a way to get his hands on me. I had been working out now for a few weeks and felt that I had lost some weight and I was feeling good about the way that I looked. It may have been a while since I flirted but I knew I had it in me, in addition the idea of flirting with Brian sent electricity through me. The next day I made sure to wear an outfit that would get me noticed. I put on a red shirt with a V-neck that showed off just enough cleavage to get his attention, and a pair of black workout pants that hugged my ass, which has always been one of my best assets so to speak. Walking into the gym, I took a deep breath and made my way to the weights, grabbing two 15-pound free-weights and started working my arms, along with a couple of lunges too. I made it through the first set before I saw Brian in the mirror standing behind me. I smiled at him as I went into my next set and as I started into a lunge. I lost my footing sending me off balance. He managed to get his hands around my hips, helping to brace me so that I did not fall over. “Are you okay?” he asked while holding me steady.  “Um, yeah,” I squeaked out. While inside my head I am screaming, “Hah, his hands are on me.” Now I just needed to find a way to have this happen more often. gaziantep zenci escort bayan “May I make a couple of suggestions on your form?” he asked.  As if I am going to say no to his offer to help, considering this is what I had been looking forward to. I had butterflies as I stood there staring at him behind me awaiting my answer. I did my best not to sound too excited as I turned around. “Yes, please I can use some pointers.” I smiled as I answered him. “Turn and face the mirror and bring the weight slightly back making it even with your hip and then raise your wrist up.” He instructed me to do this five times. Watching him behind me as he counted for me was both exhilarating and distracting. I could feel the burning in my arm as I slide it back and then released it as I went forward again. I knew I was going to feel it later when I got home, but I did not care right then. I was enjoying having Brian tell me what to do, he was quite confident as an instructor. He came closer and put his hand on the small of my back sending shockwaves up my spine. I could feel my stomach tighten as he glided his hand slowly up my back. It had been a while since a man had touched me. I closed my eyes and tried to remember to breathe. “If you straighten your back just slightly you will get a better arch on your wrist and you will be able to bring the weight back a little further,” he informed me, bringing me back to the present. “Oh thank you,” I replied as I took a deep breath. Fuck, the thoughts that were going through my head right then. I could feel the excitement between my legs and I had to shift my body in order to stop them from being too evident to Brian. “Do you have room for another client?” I asked with secret hope deep inside. “I need to check my schedule and see what is available, but gaziantep zenci escort I am sure I can fit you in. If you want to come with me I can take a look right now,” he said as he walked towards his office. All I could think was, “Ah, yes, I’d like to come with you and have you come for me too.” I got a wicked smile on my face as I followed him to his office. Damn he had a nice ass. Watching Brian behind his desk was quite sexy and I had no idea why, but it just was. I looked around the room, it was spacious with a nice brown leather couch against the wall. The walls were pretty bare except for a few framed pictures of sports teams and one with just a black and white silhouette of a woman’s torso in amazing shape. The one thing that caught my eye was, he had his own private bathroom and as I backed up a little, I could see that there was a decent size shower in there. I made a mental note and then started to wonder if he had ever done any of his clients in that shower. Oh, what I would like to do to him in that shower. Again, I could feel the stirring in my stomach. “Would evenings work for you?” he asked springing me out of my daydream. “Yes!” I said with a little too much enthusiasm. Damn am I looking forward to being worked out by him. “I can sometimes be a little lazy when I work out, so I expect you to whip my ass if I start to slack of,” I said with a wink and smirk. “Oh you can count on it, especially now that you have given me permission to whip your ass.” He looked up from his desk with a twinkle in his eye. “I will be here tomorrow night at seven sharp ready to work my ass off,” I said walking toward the door. I turned to look back and caught him staring at my ass. “Uh yes, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he stammered looking up quickly. I just smiled and walked out the door. I was so excited to get to the gym. That was all I had been thinking about at work. The fantasies I was having at work made it very difficult to concentrate on my work, but I made it through the day with a wicked smile on my face. I got to the gym a little early so I could change and stretch a little, so not to be too sore after I worked out. I was in the middle of stretching with my hands around my ankles, when I saw a pair of muscular legs standing behind me.

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Please note, this is a true story. However, I’ve changed the names, ages, places and occupations to protect the other person’s privacy. I have no shame so enjoy, LOL.

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Lydia: The Bachelorette Party Ch. 02

The Rehearsal Dinner

The next day was extremely busy as so many things went wrong with the wedding. We didn’t really talk about the wild night before. Lydia was dragged into helping out so we didn’t have much time to hang out. She also told me to behave as everyone was stressed out and distracted. But I didn’t listen. It was her idea to “Go out and fuck to help you forget.” In hindsight I didn’t regret what I did but I was sorry I added to the stress of the wedding.

The groom, groomsmen and several others who were at the bachelor party found themselves with really bad alcohol poisoning so they didn’t make rehearsal dinner. Some ended up in the hospital and others stuck in bed. Of course many people were pissed. Then other things went wrong like flights delayed, people quit their wedding responsibilities and the bride was tearing into everyone. At least they were smart enough to do the bachelor and bachelorette parties two nights before the wedding and not the night before.

As all this was happening I went to fuck the bride’s mom again. I had her bent over a counter in the bathroom in the grand ballroom. I figure no one would be here as they were out doing other stuff. My cock was hammering her MILF pussy and pulling her hair back. She was screaming for me to fuck her harder when the maid of honor came in and caught us.

Irene who was 27 and really cute, had her mouth drop when she saw us. She looked at us like we were crazy. I kept pumping into Sandra and not giving a fuck. She could watch, join or leave. Irene kept trying to interject and messing up our vibe. So I said sternly, “Look everyone is stressed out and I’m trying to help her have a moment to relax before she has to get back into the chaos.”

Irene who was somewhat of a spoiled brat was flabbergasted I talked to her that way. It was also not lost on me she was watching intently while trying to get us to stop. I’ve always been told my sex sounds are hot. When I came into Sandra’s yeni gaziantep escort pussy I let out an some aggressive moans and an angry, “Hell yeah!” All while looking right at Irene. She let out some heavy breaths. I could tell she was turned on.

Sandra got up from the counter, gave me a kiss and thanked me. I didn’t get her to a full on orgasm but I did what I said. I gave her some time away from the chaos and even though the climax is a major goal, you can still enjoy sex without the climax. She fixed her dress and composed herself. They walked out together but Irene looked back at me and gave me slight smile before she left.

Later that night my cock found Cynthia again. It was 10pm and they are finally starting to wrap up doing things for the wedding. I came up behind her, spun her around and started to kiss her. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I pushed her up against a wall and really got her adrenaline going. Then I just stopped and told her to meet me in the hotel jacuzzi area in 1 hour.

I had a plan and I was determined. I didn’t want others seeing me leaving with her, especially Irene. It also would’ve been bad if Sandra caught me fucking her niece. I was definitely going to fuck Irene too but I found out they were sisters so I definitely had to be cautious. I doubt either would be ok with me fucking the other one. I knew I wasn’t going to see them after this so I didn’t care too much but I also didn’t want to add more drama to the already chaotic wedding.

I went to find Sandra as I wanted to get her off and enjoy her breasts again. However, I bumped into Irene. She said hello and started to talk to me. Something came over me. I wasn’t sure what it was. I didn’t plan on it but I just grabbed her hand and pulled her into the nearby stairwell. I put Irene on her knees, pulled out my cock and shoved it into her mouth.

At first I moved my hips and pumped my cock into her mouth. Then I stopped to see if she would continue sucking on her own. Low and behold she did. And she was really working me over. Irene was shorter then Cynthia at 5’5. She had a 32C chest and was thicker than her sister.

“You gaziantep yeni escort like sucking my hard cock, don’t you?” I growled at her.

She stopped sucking and said, “Yes.”

I growled at her again, “You enjoyed watching me fuck your auntie, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Was all she managed to moan.

I became more sinister with my words, “You want me to use your mouth, drop my cum in there and leave you wanting, don’t you?” She looked up at me and nodded in shame. I growled again and released a load into her mouth. I grabbed her head and said, “Take it all, swallow it all, don’t let a fucking drop hit the ground.” And well, she took all of it.

I pulled her to her feet and pressed her up against the wall. I told her I wanted her, I wanted to eat her pussy, I wanted to fuck her. But it would be tomorrow and she’d have to wait for it. I also told her that I would surprise her. So anytime during the day I could grab her, rip her dress off and fuck her. She wouldn’t know when and would have to be ok with it. Irene nodded in agreement and I left.

I continued looking for Sandra. Eventually I found her in the lobby at 1030pm. I had 30 minutes to fuck her then get to the jacuzzi area to meet Cynthia. As I was approaching Sandra, her daughter ran to her crying. Oh crap, cock block alert was all I was thinking. Wow, I was really being an ass this weekend. I just fucked Irene’s mouth and left her there. Oh fuck it I thought, maybe giving it to Cynthia was going make me feel better.

It was now 1110am, Cynthia was in the jacuzzi, bent over the side and I was relentlessly fucking her from behind. The sign said the area was supposed to be closed at 10pm but there was another way to access it. When I first arrived I pushed her to her knees and face fucked her like I did her sister. If she only knew her sister had sucked my cock not long before she just did. I was overindulging in the available pussy but was it really healing me.

I can tell by looking at her asshole it was really tight and I ask her if she had ever been fucked in the ass. She said she hasn’t an wasn’t into that. Well, I wet a few fingers and slid one gaziantep yeni escort bayan into her asshole. She was really tight and let out a strong moan. It was a mix of shock, pain and oh this is a new feeling. My cock kept fucking her and I let her get used to my finger in her ass.

As I started to move my finger in and out of her hole. She kept moaning but it sounded more pleasurable as I went on. However, since she wasn’t prepared and running around all day she wasn’t as clean as you’d like to engage in anal play. I moved out of her completely. I told her to play with herself and I’d be right back without her knowing why. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands.

When I got back she was fingering herself in the jacuzzi. Cynthia had her eyes closed and was looking really hot doing this. She didn’t notice I was back and I started stroking my cock while watching her. You can tell the challenging weekend was getting to her also and she needed that release. I would’ve like to have given it to her but I was a big reason why she’s getting it. As her orgasm arrived and ran its course, she looked up at me with a smile.

I got back into the jacuzzi and started kissing her. I sat down next to her in one of the long ledges people use as seats. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it. We were locked into a very sensuous kissing session. Her hand was strongly gripping and basically making love to my cock.

I pulled back my kiss and asked if she enjoyed my finger in her ass. She blushed and only nodded. She leaned in and our lips continued it’s fun together. My hard cock was feeling incredible in her small yet strong hand. As my orgasm started I moved my lips off of hers and just stared into her eyes. We looked at each other with such steamy desire as I erupted.

We continued kissing for a while longer. She wanted me to go back with her to her room but I also knew she was sharing a room with Irene. I told her I’d see her tomorrow and find sometime for us to be alone. When I arrived back at my room Lydia was not happy. The wedding was on the brink of collapsing and she heard I was not behaving myself today.

I can tell she was stressed. From not being in the bridal party to now dragged and guilted into helping. I started massaging her shoulders to help her relax. I asked what she heard about me. Apparently Irene told her she caught me fucking Sandra today. I told her I also had Irene sucking my cock and fingered Cynthia’s asshole. So yeah, I was definitely not behaving myself. But I reminded her what she told me, “Go out and fuck to help you forget.”

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