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You follow him up to his office, curious about what he had said downstairs at the party. I fully intend to possess what I have completely, he said. What did he mean? How could you possess something more than by owning it?

Up the winding staircase he strode, you creeping up behind, nervous. He seemed so powerful until the topic of possession came up. Only then did he hesitate, his eyes wandering to the floor as the other guests laughed and chatted over their cocktails and champagne glasses about owning this car or that boat, or some other gadget or toy. He was quiet. Shy, almost. Then, barely audible to anyone yet forceful enough to stop the conversation around him, he whispered.

“I fully intend to possess what I have, completely.”

You could’ve sworn his eyes lifted briefly as he uttered his words, lifted to stare at you.

What did he mean? You hear his footfalls trailing down the hall in the third floor of his palatial home, feet on soft, thick Persian carpets. You slip your heels off, not wanting to alert him to your presence as you creep silently behind him. He stops for a moment, head cocked to one side, and you are sure he heard the rustling of your gown, but he continues forward, stopping at a door and opening it.

You walk quietly to the door to see him bent over, back to the door, over a massive oak desk. Your eyes take in his frame; muscular, tall, lean, in a halo of light from his desk lamp. His head moves side to side as though he were reading something of great importance.

“It’s oak. Made from the timbers of the HMS Royal George.” He turns to face you. “It was a gift. Come. Look at it.” He beckons you forward, but it is the power in his voice that draws you closer. Such power in his voice, you think to yourself. I wonder if he speaks this way to everyone, so commanding, so authoritative. It was different from how he was at the party. But right now you know he is in his element, his world, and you fear that once you are in, there is no escaping it.

He steps aside, giving you full view of the top of the desk. Antique timbers, sanded smooth and polished so it shone like glass. “Touch it,” he orders. You obey. The desk is as smooth as it looks, perfectly even. You look at his face in the half-light, a shiver running through your body. His features, chiseled out of stone, soften for a moment as he looks at you. “You followed me. Why.”

“I wanted to ask you what you meant.”

“About what?”

“That you intend to fully possess what you own completely. How do you do that?”

He straightens his body, fingertips trailing on the smooth glass-like desktop. Such soft hands, you think as he moves towards you. “Would you like a demonstration?”

You bite the inside of your lip nervously before looking him in the eye. “Yes,” you say with false confidence to hide the butterflies in your stomach, afraid of what his strong will may demand of you. A small smile appears on his face as he extends his hand to you.

“Then take my hand and I shall show you.”

The instant your hand touches his, he pulls you forward, spinning you around him, lifting and placing you down on the desk. The move startles you, but before you can react you feel his lips press against yours. You resist for escort mecidiyeköy a moment, pushing back against his strong frame, struggling as his arms hold you down. Seconds pass and you feel a warmth spread, as though the sun were shining only for you. You relax, leaning back slightly on the desk as his arms brace you on either side. You feel his tongue begin to probe your mouth, an act you are suddenly all too willing to return. You taste the drink from earlier, but you also taste something else. A bold, strong, powerful flavor, unlike anything you have ever tasted before. Your breath to catches in your chest as your eyes flutter closed, your body relaxing under his powerful control. You feel his fingertips brush your body as he moves one hand to your back. He moves his hips slightly, parting your legs at the knees and allowing him to stand between them. You wrap your legs around his waist, not knowing whether he intends to take you right there but secretly wishing, hoping he would. Desire washes through you from head to toe and your breathing quickens, your pulse races and you feel as though your heart will burst from your chest. His hand searches for and finds the buttons holding your dress closed and begins to undo them. Your breasts, now free from the confining bodice, fall forward as your dress top falls to your waist. You continue to kiss as his hand moves forward to squeeze the sensitive flesh. Such soft hands, you think to yourself as he rubs and caresses your body, pinching your nipples to make them firm and erect. He breaks the kiss, opening his eyes and moving back slightly to take in the sight of your heaving chest. His hands cup them both, thumbs pressing on the nipples painfully. You whimper, but dare not speak out, knowing at this moment what he means when he says he will fully possess what he owns, and knowing he now owns you.

His body bends, pulling your hips down and laying you on the desk as his lips come in contact with one nipple. Your hips begin to roll slightly, the wetness in your crotch soaking your silk underwear and dripping down to your ass. His tongue feels wonderful on your body. Each stroke from his mouth sends feelings of ecstasy coursing through your body and you realize you want him to take you completely. Arching your back, your pull his head to your breasts and growl in pleasure. Your moans and his blend to a symphony of sexual energy, your heels dig into his lower back and you feel his hardness underneath his kilt. Your hips roll against his body and you feel the pressure of an orgasm building as one of his hands slides down the back of your dress to grip your ass firmly. He brings his hand forward, tearing the bodice from your dress as his hand seeks out the heat and wetness created by your passion. You feel his fingers play across the silky fabric covering your mound, tracing out the slit where your entire essence now resides. He raises his head from your breasts, now slick with his saliva, and you feel his body shift down. You relax your legs, allowing his body to slip down until you feel his arms underneath your thighs. In one move, he grips the seam of your dress and tears if off you. The sound of ripping fabric almost makes you cum, the sheer bayan escort istanbul violence of it. Your body writhes under his touch as his fingers dig at the silk underwear, pulling it aside just enough to allow one finger to enter you. Your hips buck as he slides his finger inside, reaching something within that you never knew existed. A hunger that has never been satisfied before. Grunting, you squeeze his hand with your thighs, gripping his wrist as you bite you lower lip in ecstasy. Your pussy twitches as you heel his hot breath on your thighs. His tongue begins moving in working in long strokes, around his finger and up between your pussy lips to your swollen, tender clitoris. You gasp and grunt as he pulls your panties to one side, licking and sucking your clit. His finger slides easily in and out, your juices running down his fingers and hand. He pulls his finger out just long enough to lick down to your ass and up, dragging his soft tongue up the length of your pussy. You raise your head and see his eyes locked on your face as he lowers himself back down for another stroke. Only this time, his tongue probes deeper, poking between your ass cheeks and barely missing the tight hole within. You feel him slide back up, drinking your juices as his tongue thrusts into your pussy. Tongue-fucking you. Harder, pushing his tongue into you, his thumb and nose rubbing your clitoris and making you cum.

You feel more than hear his groans of pleasure as you flood his mouth, gripping his hair, rubbing your pussy against his face and desperately wanting more. Exhausted from such an intense orgasm, your body falls limp. You feel his face move away from you. He grips your panties and slides them off of you as he stands. You raise your head in time to see him extend an arm towards you. You take his hand and he helps you to your feet. Without words, you know his command. Kneel. You silently obey, only now realizing he is naked before you. You drop to your knees, taking his masculinity in with your eyes, then your hand, then your mouth. You need him inside you, and so you suck greedily at his cock, cupping his balls as your mouth devours his body. Your tongue works feverishly as his hips thrust in and out of your mouth, making your body shudder. You squeeze his balls in one hand, your arm reaching around to grip his ass. Your finger digs in, finding his small opening and you tease it with our fingertip before pushing in. His sharp intake of air and his sudden thrust into your mouth startles you as your finger probes inside his body. You move your finger in and out slowly, in and out of his dark hole. He holds his body still as your head and finger work on him, bracing himself on the desk as your actions take control and you sense the pleasure washing over him. He moves one hand to your head, pulling at your hair and forcing his cock deeper into your mouth and throat. You gag, fighting for breath as his thrusts pump jets of hot cum down your throat. His words become a series of grunts as he ejaculates into your mouth, his movements a response to your finger pumping into his ass. He finally pulls back, allowing you to breathe as your hand automatically moves back to his cock, stroking it to keep it hard. Again, without words, escort beşiktaş you know what to do. Silently you stand, backing up and sitting on the edge of his desk. His hands grab your thighs and roll you onto your back on the ancient, polished wood. Legs raised and eyes closed, you feel his thick cock against your pussy lips. You look up to see his eyes are half closed as he suddenly thrusts himself into you, filling you completely with one thrust. Your back arches as his cock tears at the walls of your vagina. You hear him speak with each thrust.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” His fucking, his words, the rhythm of it all drives you wild. “I will take you when I want, and I will do with you as I please,” he tells you, fucking your dripping cunt with a force you have never known. You moan in pleasure as his words fill your ears. “You are mine, and I will possess you completely,” he groans as his cock pushes into you deeper and deeper.

“Take me,” you hear yourself groan. A wild child, you never thought you could be contained. Yet, here you are, knowing he is your master and you will do his bidding. You whimper a little as you feel his cock pull out of your pussy, leaving it aching for more. He thrusts back in as deep as he could before pulling out completely again. This time, you feel him press the head against your tight asshole. You roll your hips and grip your thighs as the pressure on your tight hole builds. He will rip me apart, you think to yourself as you feel the head of his cock enter your tight asshole. The pain as his shaft sinks into you, tempered by the pleasure of having him inside you. You bring your hands to your face, digging your fingers into your mouth and biting your hands in ecstasy as he slowly pushes all of him into your ass, so slowly. Every fiber of your body screams in pleasure, your abused pussy feeling the cool air as his body gently pumps against yours. The feel of him in your ass pushes you to orgasm, wave after wave coming as he thrusts slowly in and out.

“Aah…” you scream, not caring who might hear, knowing that nobody will. “Fuck me! Yes-s-s… Ahhh!” The sound of your ass being fucked, his breathing, his groans, the feel of his hips pressing against you, knowing that one way or another his body will never leave.

You feel him pull out of your ass, feel his hands spread your legs as he forces his cock back, so deep into your vagina. Oh, God… this is what it means to be possessed by him. He places his hands against your hips, moving your body from side to side as he pumps into you. Legs spread wide, you feel he couldn’t possibly fuck you deeper or harder. You have never been so thoroughly taken as you are now. He pushes in hard, hitting your clit with his body and sending you instantly into another orgasm, building upon the last as his cock fills your body. You shudder as you feel his cock push sharply, feeling his cum splash into you. He continues to thrust as more thick cum shoots deep, his eyes locked on your face, sweat dripping from his chest and forehead. Slowly, he pulls his softening cock out and your eyes close as he kneels before you, licking at your tender, abused pussy lips. You feel him scoop some of his cum out of you with his tongue, pushing some of it into your ass before rising and laying on top of you. Your lips part as his mouth closes over yours, the taste of his cum fresh on his tongue.

“I will take you when I want, and I will do with you as I please,” he says to you.

“Yes. I am yours. Completely,” you say. As you lie there holding him to you, you know that he now possesses you. And you are happy.

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It is early fall, and you are taking what may be your last swimming day until next summer. The trees along the the dirt road are still a vibrant green. Your window is down, and the summer sun makes you feel sensual. He is holding your hand, and glances over at you and smiles, as you pull into the field. You call it your private swimming hole, because it is so secluded, and you have never seen another person out here.

The river runs slowly through the valley here, and over the centuries it has created a offshoot pool, just deep enough to swim in. The sun warmed water is warmer than the river itself, and the ancient rocks create natural benches and seats. The water is clear, and calls to you as you get out of the car.

You walk to the waters edge, and turn and look at him. He is leaning against the car, watching you with a hopeful smile. You grin, and start a playful striptease for him. Swaying in the warm breeze, you run your hands over your body, and slowly strip out of your shirt. You run your hands over your breasts, teasing nipples that are already hardening in the sun. His gaze never leaves you, as you slowly slide your shorts off. You escort şişli do a final slow spin for his approval. The fact that no matter how many times he has seen you undress, or has undressed you himself, he still looks at you like it was the first time, like he was unwrapping the greatest birthday gift in the world. You notice that he is hard for you already.

You step down into the water, and its like a cool kiss over your entire body. You shiver in pleasure, at the contrast of the water with the building heat between your thighs. You swim slowly, and your tattoos flash bright colors, like misplaced tropical fish. You stroke over to one of the rocks that water and wind has worn smooth, and sit there, watching him expectantly. You spread your long legs wide, and stroke your fingers over your pussy, knowing the clear water hides nothing. The sun twinkles off your hood ring, reflecting in his eyes.

He undresses slowly, and you savor the smooth soft look of his skin. When you see his cock, hard and ready, your fingers start to make slow spirals on your clit. He walks slowly to the water, and dips escort bayan istanbul a foot in, as if testing the temperature of the water. You laugh, and playfully splash at him.

He slips into the pool with barely a ripple, and then dives under the water, streaking at you you like a torpedo. He stops between your thighs, and leans in, kissing your pussy. You sigh, and play with his hair swirling it underwater, careful not to hold him down. His tongue traces each lip, and flicks your clit ring. You are starting to wonder just how long he can lick, and hold his breath when he surfaces, kissing you. Your tongues interlock in your mouths, just as your fingers interlock. He pushes off from your rock, and pulls you into the water with him. You tread water in the center of the pool, kissing passionately. His cock is hard and hot pressed into your belly.

He lifts you slightly from the water, and you don’t resist. You moan loudly and dig your nails into his back, as he slides you down on his cock. His cock is hot, and the water so cool, and you love the contrast both around, and inside you. He treads water for the both escort taksim of you, and the rhythmic pumping of his legs drives him deeper inside your pussy. You rock your hips in careful motions, not wanting to upset your delicate balance together.

He places one hand in the small of your back, and the other on the nape of your neck. He slowly lays you back in the water. He pushes backwards slowly, until his feet make contact with the bottom. Carefully he starts to fuck you, moving slowly so no water splashes over your face. The water feels like smooth, cool hands caressing your entire body, and each ripple feels like a soft kiss. He lowers you deeper, until just your face and nipples just from the water. You meet his eyes, and take a deep breath. He lowers you until you are under the water. You feel like you are weightless, flying. He starts to fuck you harder now, his thrusts deep and fast. You open your eyes, and see him through the water, hazy and dreamlike. You feel the heat building inside you, and you bite your lower lip, fighting to hold both your passion and breath inside you. Just as you cum, you explode from the water, gasping and crying out. You wrap your arms, your legs around him as every muscle contracts around him. You feel him pulse deep inside you, long and intense from being so careful, so controlled with your body.

He pushes off the bottom, and the two of you float slowly in the warm fall sunshine together, kissing, touching, loving.

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She was the first one I noticed as I entered the cafe. Sitting in a booth by the window she looked up briefly from contemplating her coffee cup. A pale, pretty face, no make-up, vivid blue eyes, that I thought, in that brief moment, may have been crying. A full, but not oversize bosom, emphasised by the short-sleeved blue summer dress she was wearing.

Taking a seat at a table in the next aisle, from where I could keep an eye on my new truck, I was also able to keep the pleasant sight of her in my view. A waitress with a bosom that was four times that of the lady in blue took my order for coffee and pancakes. She treated me to an up and down stare from eyes blackened in eye shadow. “Haven’t seen you in here before,” she hummed.

“You’re off my normal route,” I told her, my eyes looking across at the lady in blue, who appeared to be near to tears again as she kept her eyes down over her coffee.

“But not off limits,” the waitress said provocatively, as she waddled back to the counter, where a huddle of hefty truck drivers was sitting. As she passed, one, an ugly looking guy with about four days stubble, reached out, placed his fingers under her right breast and flicked upwards.

“Time out for a quickie, Beryl?” he growled, while the others laughed.

“In your dreams, Bolo. I’ve tried your style before.” But she showed no anger at his touch, as she added with a grin, “All I got was a sore throat.”. Behind the counter, I watched her place my order, before she turned back, said something quietly to Bolo, while nodding in the direction of the girl by the window.

Bolo followed her direction, nodded and his lips pursed appreciatively. Smirking, he turned to the others and said something quietly, and mocking responses were audible, “No chance.” “Too fancy for you.” “Save some for me.”

Stubble chin lumbered between the tables, glanced briefly at me, before perching himself in a seat opposite the girl, who I had time to estimate, was somewhere in her early twenties.

“What’s a bonny lass like you doing out in the wilds on your own?”

The blue eyes looked at him warily, “I’m hoping to get a lift.”

Bolo shuffled in his seat, “A lift, is it? Lifts can cost.”

“I’ve got some money,” her voice was weak and uncertain.

“Money? Aye, that’ s one way.” And he turned to smirk at his watching mates. I didn’t like the route this was taking and could sense his intentions far too easily.

The waitress arrived with my coffee and pancakes, and when I’d paid her, she glanced across to the other table, “That Bolo,” she said, sotto voce, “just can’t keep it in his pants. He’s only heading for Glasgow—but listen to his patter. You might learn something.” She half turned away before adding, “He’s in for a hell of a shock.”

Puzzled, I watched the pair, while I spread jam on a pancake, and took a big hungry bite.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Bolo was saying, and his tone of voice was so insincere I almost choked on my pancake. “So where do you need to get to?”

The girl hesitated before answering,” Near Nottingham.”

That made my ears prick up, since I was carrying my cargo of whiskey back to my home base of Derby, which meant passing Nottingham. Then I heard Bolo’s response, “Lady, this is your lucky day. I have to pass through there.”

“Cost?” she asked tentatively.

“Oh, we can discuss that when we’re out of here.” Again he turned to his mates and I saw his wink. I gulped at my coffee, sensing that some kind of involvement might be necessary, if things took the course I feared. This young lady was too neat, too sweet, to be a floozie that this Bolo guy might be used to.

Bolo glanced at his watch, “Hey, I should be on the road right now. You finished your coffee?”

The girl looked uncertain, “You’re sure this will be all right?”

“What? Giving you a-lift? Of course it will.” His pause said it all.

Bolo heaved himself to his feet, “No luggage or anything?”

Beginning to slide from her seat, the girl shook her head and reached for her handbag. Bolo lumbered toward the door, giving a little thumbs up to those at the counter, where the waitress was wearing a strange, anticipatory smile.

As the girl struggled from her seat, she looked rather clumsy, and as she straightened, the reason became very clear. The front of her dress bulged hugely below the waist. God, she must have been at least seven months pregnant!

There were a few gasps, and some chuckles, especially from the waitress. Bolo’s face was a picture as he stood holding the door open, staring at the girl’s bump. He ushered her out of the door, and when she was out he leaned back in to his crowing mates to say, “She still has a sexy mouth.”

The door closed, and the room was almost in uproar. I knew I couldn’t just sit there. There were two pancakes left and I wrapped them in a serviette, stuck them in my pocket, and strode to the door.

“Fancy some?” A voice called behind me, as I stepped outside. There was no sign of either of them, and I knew that they could not have travelled the space to where the trucks were lined up. Then, from my right I heard konulu sex a whimper, and a growl of Bolo’s voice, “Come on, you want it. Pay time.”

Again the girl’s pleading whimper, as I hurried to the corner, I heard Bolo’s angry command, “Get your fuckin’ mouth around that.”

Around the corner was a small enclave containing waste bins, and Bolo was standing with his back to me, clutching the kneeling girl’s hair as she desperately tried to keep her head turned away from what he was offering.

There was no time for discussions. Bolo was big, but he was no bigger than me. I’m no superhero, and normally stand well back when trouble looms. Truth was, I had never struck anyone in anger, but not too many years back I had been a keen user of the local gym, and had donned the boxing gloves a number of times Right now, I was bloody angry, so, without further thought, I stepped closer and called urgently, “Bolo!”

His head turned, and my fist caught him sweetly, on the nose and mouth, as I shouldered him to one side so that he didn’t fall on the girl. He went down without a sound and his head bounced off the paving, his exposed erect penis collapsing like a deflated balloon. As he lay there groaning, I turned to the girl, and reached out to lift her to her feet.

Eyes filled with fear, and still on her knees, she tried to back away,” Don’t touch me. Please, don’t hurt me.” There was a red mark on her cheek that hadn’t been there before, so Bolo must have struck her. I gave him an extra kick in the ribs for that. Hell, I was in a bad mood all right.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said, trying to make my voice gentle, and contain all the truth of that promise. Definitely the original knight in shining armour, but this lady was going to take some convincing. Carefully I reached down, put my hands under her armpits, and gently lifted her trembling body to her feet. Even then she tensed away from me.

“Look, there are others in there who will gladly want to finish what that bastard started.”

“All men are bastards,” she said flatly.

“All right. Anything you say, but we must get away from here,”I said, and I reached out for her hand. Tentatively, she took it, and followed me out towards the trucks.

“Whatever you do to me, you won’t do anything to hurt my baby, will you?” she asked, as I tried to make pace commensurate with her condition.

“I’m not going to hurt you or your baby,” I assured her, as we reached my truck, and with some difficulty I helped her up onto the passenger seat, where she sat back clutching her swollen belly. “You all right?”

“Just need to get comfortable,” she said, and her worried eyes looked down at me as she asked, “Where are you taking me?”

“To Nottingham, I hope.” And the brightening of her features was worth waiting for. I hurried round to the driver’s door, climbed in, and I had the engine roaring in no time. From the road, I saw the cafe door open and a small group of men came out to look around. I wasn’t expecting any follow up. But that place was off my list of watering holes.

“I’ve got a little bit money,” she said, after a while.

“I really don’t want your money,” I told her.

“What is it you want, then? Anything, as long as it doesn’t hurt my-“

“Will you stop saying that? Can I spell it out to you? I-am-not-going- to -hurt-you-or -your-baby. Is that clear?”

“All men are bastards.”

Exasperated, I shrugged my shoulders, “You must have had a bad time of it. Want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“How far on are you?”

Her hands spread over her belly, “Eight months.”

“Eight? Almost due. Christ, I’d better drive faster.”

And it was a relief to hear her give a little, if slightly bitter, laugh. The first she’d had for a while, I guessed. “You’re strange,” she said, and I could sense those vivid blue eyes trying to search into my brain, seeking evidence of the bastard man. What kind of men had she been associating with?

“What do I call you?”

“Linda.” she said. “Linda Parr.”

“I’m Frank. Frank Beasley. Pleased to meet you.” A sideways glance at her puzzled face as she looked at me had me wondering if anyone had ever been nice to her.

After fifteen minutes of silence, I felt a nudge against my left shoulder as her head lolled there. I didn’t know when she had fallen asleep, but it made me feel good to have her resting against me. Was I to be her comforter? What were the circumstances that had brought her to that roadside cafe, with no luggage, no other clothes, so pregnant and vulnerable?

We were on the A9 south, in over two hours we were through Inverness, and out into open country where the truck was suddenly buffeted by strengthening winds, while rain spattered across the windscreen. A traffic screen lit up with the words; STRONG WINDS. HIGH SIDED VEHICLES DRIVE SLOWLY.

I needed no urging because I had observed what high winds can do to careless truck drivers. The thudding of the wind against the truck must have roused Linda, as her head jerked up and away from my shoulder, and she porno seyret uttered an anxious little “Oh.”

“You were tired,” I said calmly, slightly bemused by the way she was checking her handbag, and tugging her skirt down, as though fearful that I had performed some nefarious act while she slept.

“I didn’t get any sleep last night,” she said flatly.

When she made no attempt to explain why, I asked, “No luggage?”

“No.”

“I’ll listen if you want to talk about it, “I said, but she turned her face away to look out of the window without making any response.

The truck rocked under the force of the wind. The rain had become increasingly heavy, so that I was driving most carefully as the wipers struggled to keep the rain at bay. It had become so dark that I had the headlights switched on, as I peered out at shrouded hills..

“Quite a storm,” I said, and Linda gave a nervous nod. I turned on the cab radio to hear that winds were gusting up to seventy miles per hour, and high sided vehicles were being advised to seek shelter.

“I’m going to have to pull over,” I told Linda. I knew this route pretty well and soon found the lay-bye I was looking for, a short loop of road with a fringe of trees that would cut off the battering of the wind.

Switching off the engine, I turned to Linda, “Are you hungry?” I asked, noticing that switching off the engine had already made her edge well away from me. I reached into my pocket to recover the pancakes I had picked up at the cafe. The serviette looked rather rumpled, and whenI opened it out it was to find that the pancakes were in misshapen pieces.

“What did you expect?” I asked her plaintively. “A three course lunch?” It was good to see her giggle, as she looked at the mess I was offering. “Go on,” I kidded her, hoping to break her depression, not to mention her distrust of me. “Spoil yourself.”

I picked up a piece, and began chewing it, making a grand show of how delicious it was. Another slight smile as she reached for a piece, and popped it into her mouth. I glance at my watch. It showed a quarter to three. I should have been in Pitlochry, over an hour ago. Yet we were still some two or three miles from there, and we were stationary.

I realised that Linda was tucking into the pancake fragments, as though she hadn’t eaten for a week. “I see you were really hungry, “I said lightly.

She looked at me guiltily before saying, “I’m sorry. I forgot you wanted-“Her voice trailed away as that fearful look returned, as if she was expecting me to punish her in some way.

“Hey, go ahead and finish it. I’d prefer to eat big. There’s a bottle of water under the dash there if you’re thirsty.”

I watched her find the water, unscrew the top, and take a couple of hearty gulps. Her face had attracted me in the cafe, and now I looked and admired the frail yet sensual quality about it. High cheek bones, fair skin, delicate slightly upturned nose, and those vivid blue eyes. All made slightly puffy by her condition, I guessed, but still quite lovely when framed by the dark hair, still slightly dishevelled, after the rough handling by Bolo.

She caught my gaze and a little colour appeared on her cheeks, “What are you looking at me like that for?”

“Like what?” I asked, keeping myself pressed back against the door, so that I would appear less threatening.

“Like -I don’t know—funny—”

“You have a face that demands being looked at. I like it.”

The reddening deepened, and she looked as though she’d taken that as a threat. She looked out at the rain and wind-tossed trees. “How long are we going to be here?” she asked.

I told her that I was thinking of taking a chance , and trying for Pitlochry. “I could do with a good meal-somebody ate my pancakes.”

I tried to keep my tone light, and accompanied it with a smile, so she would know I wasn’t complaining. She rewarded me with a smile of her own, as she said, “I was hungry.”

I needed to call my brother, Harry, who was also my business partner, to let him know where I was. As I dialled on my mobile Linda’s face showed some anxiety, as though she suspected I was ringing to arrange an orgy where she would be the main attraction.

“Frank, where the hell are you?” Harry’s voice was immediate.

“Couple of miles north of Pitlochry.”

“Pitlochry? Hell, I was hoping you might be over the Forth Bridge.”

“No chance, What’s the weather like there?”

“Beautiful day. But I’ve heard on the news about the high winds up there. And, Frank, they’re going to get worse.”

“They couldn’t get any worse.”

“That’s what I was going to tell you. They say storm force. And there’s talk of closing the Forth Bridge to high-siders.”

I glanced at Linda who had relaxed a little. But it was looking as though our time together was going to be extended.

“No good diverting then?”

“No, take care of our investment. Stay off the road if that’s advised.” It sounded like he was more concerned about out brand new truck than about me. He’d have had a fit if I’d told him that I had a pregnant türk sikiş woman on board.

“My brother,” I explained as I pushed the mobile back into my jacket pocket. “We share the business.”

Her eyes wandered around the cab interior, “Looks very new,” she said.

“Our pride and joy,” I told her. “Only had her for three months. Look,” I went on, as I started up the engine,” I don’t know whether you heard any of that but this wind is going to get worse. So, it’s Pitlochry or bust,” I affirmed, and pulled out onto the road, into the howl of the wind.

On the way, I told her about how, when our father had died, four years ago, leaving us money to set up a small haulier business. The purchase of this big beauty was testament to how well things had gone.

Harry, my brother, would be worried about the high wind but he’d be more concerned if he knew I had a passenger. We had made specific rules which included no passengers, under any circumstances. I wondered whether he’d appreciate this particular circumstance.

It was four o’clock and Pitlochry was busy. But I managed to find space in a truck parking area. The rain had eased, but the wind was still fierce as we left the truck. I knew a place that served meals and let out rooms. Luckily, they had one room left.

First, I had to square things with Linda. “You said you trusted me. There’s only one room if we have to stay the night. You trust me that much?”

A momentary frown crossed her face, and I mentioned that she might prefer to find someone driving a car who would give her a lift. It only took her a few seconds to turn that idea down. “No, I think I trust you.”

“The devil you know, eh?” I joked, but at the same time, I was wondering why I should be so pleased that she opted to stay with me. God, what a pretty face can do to a man’s better instincts.

“Could I use your phone to try my sister’s number?” Linda asked.

I handed her the phone, showed how it worked, and watched her tongue show between her lips as she concentrated on dialling. After a moment, she said, “Sounds engaged.” And she handed me the phone to listen. There was a dead line buzzing. I didn’t like to tell Linda that it was no engaged tone. “I tried her a couple of times from different towns we were in, but,”and she shrugged, “always the same.”

Just a little concerned I took her through to the dining area, where we both dined voraciously on steak, sausage and mushrooms, finishing off with a coffee. “I need to repay you in some way.” she said, once again.

I held up a hand, “Payment is not necessary.” Then I paused as a thought struck me. “There is one thing you can do for me.”

Immediately her eyes clouded, as she turned her head away, “And that would be?”

” I’ve been with you for -what?—six hours, and I know nothing about you. You might be an escaped convict.” That brought an awkward smile, “Or an axe murderer.”

A laugh, this time, before she said, “I could have been that, given the chance.” Then that she said, “I need the toilet. When I come back I’ll tell you what I can.”And she shuffled away to the door marked, ‘Ladies’.

Sitting there I figured I must have made some kind of impression on her if she had decided to tell me about herself. Why would I be pleased to make an impression?.

Time ticked by and I was beginning to wonder if she had made a getaway, when she appeared across the room, and I was transfixed by the change in her. With her dark hair combed out and lightly curled outwards at the shoulder, she would have looked highly alluring if it hadn’t been for that obvious bump. But the face, washed bright and shiny, unhindered by any make up was almost child-like.

“I could do with some fresh underwear,” was the first remark she made when she got back to the table. A brief discussion, a query with the owner and we were out and visiting a lady’s outfitters, which fortunately, given the pressure of that wind, was just down the street.

I asked if she wanted to take her goods up to our room. After only a moment’s hesitation she agreed. The room was neat enough, and I was relieved to find it had twin beds. She begged for a moment to change into the fresh wear, and then I asked her where she wanted to talk, in the room or down in the lounge, where we could have another coffee.

The lounge won, and soon we were sitting, side by side, at a table in one corner near the window, with two lattes in front of us.

“Just take your time,” I urged her. “Just tell me what you want to.”

For a moment she looked uncomfortable, her eyes casting around the cosy lounge. Within minutes it was me who was feeling uncomfortable as she outlined the things that had happened to her. At first her voice was low and tentative, but as she progressed it took on a deep hardness, that matched the expressions that crossed her face. Anger filled my head as I listened.

At age nineteen she had been studying journalism and English literature at university, but had dropped out when her parents were killed in a car accident. Devastated, Linda, had been so low that employment, briefly, became unimportant. But when she recovered, she had been unable to get a post with any newspaper or magazine and was working as a clerk with a firm of publishers, which at least, she felt kept her within the umbrella of the written word. But the work she was given was fairly menial and she had been looking for a fresh outlet.

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She had been looking forward all week to Friday evening. Like a child waiting for Christmas Day, it never seemed to arrive. They had all originally planned to go on the trip to the Coast to visit Grandma and Granddad. They went at this time every year; it was what they did. It was part of the family tradition.

But Kate couldn’t go this time. John and the kids would have to go without her. They couldn’t just not go; so Kate had to stay at home all alone. She hadn’t been alone for probably 13, 14 years, since her student days; she could hardly remember being on her own for more than an hour or so. She had to put a brave face on things for the children’s sake. It wasn’t her fault she had got behind with her studies. If Kate failed her tests, she could be thrown out of college. Everyone agreed she had no choice – stay home or give up the idea of teaching. Two whole days would be enough to catch up as long as she stayed at home and put in the hours.

She helped with the packing and made them a food pack for the journey; John kept fussing like a hen that they had forgotten this and had she checked that? He had never been in charge for so long and wanted to be the boss man. It was only three hours’ drive away but it seemed as if they were going to South America on an expedition. At last they were all in the car and driving away; kisses, waves and last good-byes.

“I’ll call as soon as I get there – be good.” said John.

Kate smiled and nodded; inside she laughed – she had no intention of being good!

* * * * *

They had left at about four. Kate gave it an hour before she made her calls.

First to Simon, “I am studying tonight and need some help with the English paper. Would it be ok if I popped around just for an hour at around six.”

“No problem, my girl-friend is coming around at seven. We could work until then and then go out for dinner together. Could your husband join us?”

“Sorry, he’ll have to look after the kids. Another night you must come over and meet him. He’s heard a lot about you!” she lied. “Thanks Simon, but I’ll need to be back by eight. Perhaps a drink instead of dinner. You’re a pal. I’ll see you at six.”

Second to the hotel to sort that side of things out. Good, she thought. Now what shall I wear?

* * * * *

Simon was only five minutes’ walk away, so she had time to get ready. First a glass of wine and then she undressed. It was a warm summer’s evening and she was alone. A few sips and she began to relax. She took off her trainers, socks, top, sweat-pants, bra and undid her hair. Naked apart from her very sensible white underwear, she went into the study and put her papers together. English was her second favourite subject; (her favourite was Englishmen, but more of that later).

It was good to feel the cool breeze on her body as she wandered bare-footed round the house. Usually so noisy without a minute to herself, Kate enjoyed the late afternoon light; she glimpsed a sight of herself in the long mirror. Curiously, she stood in front of it and saw herself full length; not bad at all she thought. Blonde hair, pretty face with that sensual hungry look that had always seemed to get her more than her share of admirers. Slim, shapely body (all that exercise wasn’t so bad a thing after all). And nice breasts; not a 16 year-old’s, all perky and in your face, but a real woman’s breasts, still firm and alluring, large but not too large. And the nipples standing to attention. Now she was getting in the mood. Pity about all that studying ahead.

The only thing out of joint was the underwear. She looked like a school-teacher! Slipping those down over her hips and thighs, Kate felt the freedom of being naked. She was pleased she had shaven, apart from a small triangle to show she was a real blonde. Without the bush of hair John liked, she felt so free and cool down there. And she liked the look of it! It felt so much more sensitive; without the hair, she could see herself so much better. A little touch proved it. Her clitoris tingled with anticipation.

This is no good, Kate thought. I must get moving. She took a shower, washing all over and particularly between her legs. She wanted to be fresh; she used her favourite body spray and some perfume on her neck, breasts and inner thighs. She put on her skimpy silk white bra and panties and put a spare pair in her bag, along with her condoms. She wandered how many she would need and settled for six; who knows what the night might bring! Then a simple white cotton dress, knee length and close fitting enough to show off the shape of her body; buttons down the front. It was warm enough not to bother with tights or stockings. She brushed her hair, put on a simple pair of slip-ons and was ready. Answerphone on, keys, papers, bag – one last look and out the door.

What Kate didn’t know was that she would return a very different woman.

* * * * *

She enjoyed the walk to Simon’s. The early evening sunshine reflected on her mane of fair hair. Walking through the sex park, some lads admired the sway of her hips. One wolf-whistled; Kate would never normally think a whistle was directed at her but now she knew it was. She smiled directly at the boy, about 17 and really quite cute. He reddened, embarrassed now. Perhaps she would come this way again, when the fancy took her. Pity she knew the boy’s parents so well. His father had once made a drunken pass at her at a party.

She arrived on the dot of six. Simon was his usual flustered self; he was about twenty, good-looking in a boyish way. They were in the same class at college and worked in the same study group. He had once rubbed his leg against her, but she had pretended not to notice and nothing more had happened. Since then, she had felt the chemistry between them. She often thought about him awake at night, and sometimes when John was giving her his occasional attention in the bedroom.

“Thanks for agreeing to help, Simon. I just wanted to go through these tests with you.”

They sat on the large settee in Simon’s apartment; she often wondered how he afforded such a large place and such a swanky sports car. Daddy must be loaded.

He was wearing jeans, tight enough to judge that he was quite loaded too. A black shirt with the top buttons undone. She could see the hairs on his chest under the shirt.

It only took about ten minutes. She had all the answers.

“It’s me that needs the help. Not you.” Said Simon. “You’ll pass with honours at this rate”.

“Well, I have been putting a lot of extra work recently, to be sure I am ready in plenty of time. I want to be able to relax a bit before the exams.”

He got them each a cool beer and they began to chat. Yes his father was a wealthy attorney in New York. He was supposed to follow in his footsteps, but wanted to do something different. Both his brother and sister were now in the family firm. Teaching would never make him rich but money wasn’t everything.

“What about love” asked Kate. “Are you in love with Susan?”

“Too early to say. We’ve only been going out together a month or so.”

“Does she stay over?” Kate usually went straight to the point. As she asked the question, she placed her hand lightly on his knee.

Simon went red “No we haven’t done any thing like that.”

“Are you still a virgin?” As Kate leant back in the settee, her skirt slid over her knees. She knew that Simon would be able to see her panties. She took another sip of beer; she knew he had a good look and pretended not to notice. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Simon was even redder now. “I’ve never done it, no. Everyone assumes I do. I think Susan is wondering when I’ll move in on her. We do kiss and cuddle.”

“Have you felt her here? ” Kate took his hand and placed it on her knee. Slowly she guided him up her inner thigh. She could see from his pants the effect this was having. She slid her panties to one side and let him feel inside. She could tell he had never felt a woman before; he was surprised at how wet it was.

“Have a taste. Better than beer?”

He licked his fingers and looked quizzical. “Strange taste. I could learn to enjoy it though.”

“Like beer, an acquired taste. And, like beer, there are many varieties. Or so I’m told.”

She leant back further and opened her legs. “Try some more.”

He smiled and went between her legs. She felt his tongue clumsily exploring the rim of her pussy; she stroked his hair and pushed him forward. His tongue found her sensitive spot. “Yes, there, Simon love.” She exploded almost immediately. It was as if the whole of the last week’s frustration came out in one explosive climax. Her legs shook, her stomach and thigh muscles contracted and the sensation of pure pleasure, mingled with pain, rocked her body. She screamed so loud the windows must have shaken.

“Jesus, fucking Christ”, she yelled. Kate never swore. “What are you doing to me!”

Simon had jumped back as if he had been stung. He thought he had caused her a great injury; to him, the squeal had been one of pain and agony. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“It’s ok, honey. If you do that to all the girls, you will have a long and very active sex life, Simon. Try it on Susan and you will be pleasantly surprised. You have a sensitive and sexy tongue.”

Now she wanted to give back some of the pleasure she had enjoyed. First she kissed him gently on the lips, unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and helped him take it off. He was in real good shape; she had forgotten how smooth a young man’s body could be.

“Let go into the bedroom,” She took his hand and lead him into the next room, a typically untidy, man’s room with a large double bed. She unzipped his pants and lowered them over his thighs. He was bulging out of his underwear.

“Take them off, Simon.” As he did, she unbuttoned her dress and removed her underwear and shoes. He struggled with his shoes and socks, all fingers and thumbs in his türk sikiş excitement. So she was ahead of him, lying naked on the bed admiring his body with a contented look on her face. He was a very big boy!!

Hard as a rock, he lay next to her, nervous of making the first move. “You’re beautiful”, he said.

“And you’re a dish”, she said, kissing him lightly on the lips. She rubbed her breasts against his hairy chest and ran her hand down his flat stomach feeling the strength of his muscles and then the length and firmness of his penis poking up to his belly button. She ran her mouth down him pacing little kisses as she went; he lay back and enjoyed the softness of Kate’s touch. She kissed the tip of his shaft and ran her tongue along it slowly, noticing it expand and redden. Then little kisses down the length and on each ball in turn. She moved around until her legs were around his head and invited him to explore her as she placed her lips around him and took him into her mouth.

She could feel his tongue kissing the insides of her thighs and then going up and beginning to taste her wetness again. Shivers ran through her body as she too tasted and enjoyed taking him deeper and deeper until his tip was in her throat. Then quickly, he groaned in ecstasy, came and spurted. The warm intriguing taste of his fluid in her throat and mouth was pure delight as she swallowed some and rolled the rest around her tongue.

She released him and kissed his penis gently, knowing how sensitive it could be now. He had given up licking and sucking her as he concentrated on his orgasm and she was happy with this. She kissed his lips again, french-kissing so that they each tasted both themselves and each other. They hugged and stayed in each other’s arms, sharing the warmth and tenderness of the moment.

“Simon, we had better get decent before Susan arrives. Whatever we have just done, darling, you are still a virgin and must save that for her, maybe even tonight.”

“That was wonderful, Kate, I will never forget it or you. But you are right, I will see what response Susan gives tonight.”

“Don’t worry, Simon. She’s dying for you to make a move. Just take it slowly and she will go all the way tonight, lucky girl!”

They dressed quickly, returned to the living room and were on their second beer when Susan arrived. She had been to the gym and was still sweating from her run across the park. “Do you mind if I take a shower. My clothes are in the bag I left earlier.”

“I had better leave you two lovebirds”. Said Kate with a smile and secret wink at Simon. “Have a lovely evening!” From the smile on both their faces, she knew they would!

* * * * *

Kate was very nervous by the time the taxi arrived at the hotel. On the way, she reflected on what this weekend was all about. She had met Steve over the Internet through one of the chat lines that have become so popular. He was a man who had just turned fifty. They seemed to hit it off from the start. Kate had tried several men and none had worked out; either they stopped writing or they had little in common. Most were only interested in talking about sex. Although Kate enjoyed that side of her chatting, she wanted to really get to know someone properly and to develop a trusting, loving relationship.

Steve seemed perfect. He was a divorcee with two teenage children living with his ex-wife. He had a good business and seemed to make enough money to live well and travel as much as he wanted. He was intelligent and understood Kate’s jokes. She often laughed out loud when she read his responses. The only worry was that she had pretended that she was single; she had had lovers but none had lead to marriage. Her last relationship had ended just before she started chatting to Steve. But that didn’t matter as they would never meet. Kate could not afford the time to travel to the UK and anyway she could hardly go there on her own.

All was fine until Steve wrote to say that he was coming to the States on business and could he come down to [ ] for a week-end? He would stay in a hotel; they could meet up and see if they still got on. No commitments either way. Great, but I have a husband and three children! She would have to make an excuse or come clean about the family.

Then she thought, why not? If he could come the weekend when they always went to the coast, she could find an excuse to stay home. They could meet as if she was single (she would not let him come to the house) and have some fun together if they hit it off. She didn’t know what Steve looked like; she had sent him a photo. He hadn’t been able to work the scanner, or so he claimed. He had certainly got much more personal when he had seen Kate’s picture and their correspondence had become increasingly sexual in nature.

Anyway it was too late to back out now. He had booked into the best hotel in the town and she was to meet him there at 8pm on Friday. He flew out on Sunday evening so they had two days, and nights, porno Türkçe altyazılı together.

It was Room 421, she remembered. Kate thought she would surprise him. She walked straight past the reception area and took the elevator to the fourth floor. She did it very quickly so that she didn’t have the time to get nervous. That was the only way, she thought. She knocked on the door.

He was a good-looking guy. He must have just taken a shower because all he was wearing was a bathrobe. Without speaking he grabbed Kate, pulled her into the room and kissed her full on the lips. I thought Englishmen were supposed to be reserved, she thought with a smile. His robe was on the floor now and his dick was up pressing against her stomach. He walked her to the bed and threw her on to it. He removed her shoes and unbuttoned her dress. She had no panties on so all that was left was her bra. He pulled that off her beasts and fondled them roughly. Then, hastily he put on a condom.

Pulling her legs apart, he got on top of her and moved into her. No foreplay, just straight in sex, fucking her until his eight inches was all the way in. Hard and fast like a dog on his bitch. She felt his weight and the pummelling of his penis inside her. It didn’t hurt but there was little pleasure for her. He came, grunting like a pig, and rolled off her.

She lay there in a daze. He spoke for the first time.

“That was great, honey. You’re quite a lady!”

“You’re American! You’re not Steve!”

“Who gives a fuck what my name is. I paid for it. $100 for 30 minutes. You may get a tip, depending what else I get. Mind you, you’re a bit old for this game aren’t you?”

Another knock on the door. The man put on his gown to open it, then looked puzzled. In came a black girl in a short tight skirt and with breasts to die for.

“Well Hi you’all.” In a deep Southern accent. “Are we having a party?”

It had all happened so fast that Kate was still lying on the bed naked with her legs apart. She quickly got under the bedspread and covered herself.

“No need for modesty, darling. Once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all!” she said undressing as if she was part of the family. Even Kate could see that she had a wonderful figure; superb firm breasts and a lithe athletic body.

The man at last began to realise what had happened. But it didn’t stop him continuing as if it was all planned. “Sorry, honey. We started without you. Come and join in.”

Linda had to admit she was tempted! She hadn’t been with a woman since college days when she had tried every thing that was on offer, but never with a black girl. But maybe it wasn’t such a good idea, until the other woman lay on her stomach naked, smiled and poked out her tongue. “Want some, honey?”

It was too much for a girl to stand! She had lost interest in the man as he mounted the black girl from behind. That tongue was so, so tempting. But she resisted, got off the bed and began to dress.

“Wallets over there, spoil sport”. He muttered between grunts. “Take $100 if you think you were worth it and fuck off you bitch.” After that he ignored her and got about his business. From what Kate could see and hear, the black girl was enjoying her work too!!

* * * * *

Gathering up her belongings and trying to maintain her dignity as best she could, Kate left the room. She was late now. Should she try to find Steve’s room or go home and call him from there? Best to calm down first, she thought. She went to the ground floor, found the bathroom and freshened up. She needed to! She was sweating and her face was flushed with all the excitement.

But my, did she feel good!! Her body was tingling and she knew she was still wet; her pussy seemed to be saying “Hey, I was getting in the mood! What’s next?”” It was still before 8.30 the night was young and the week-end had only just begun..

She cleaned up in the cubicle and put her fresh panties on. Then she touched up her make-up and checked she looked good. She did too, as if she was just setting out for a hot date, which is really what she was doing. And she fancied another drink.

The bar was quiet, except for a couple of small groups and one man on his own; could that be Steve? Kate didn’t want any further embarrassment, she went to the bar and ordered a glass of white wine. She paid for it with one of the bills from earlier, there was a lot of change, even after the tip. The barmaid became friendly.

After a few minutes, “This sounds a strange question, but is that man over there English by any chance?”

“I don’t know. He has some kind of foreign accent. Do you know him? He’s on his third drink already; looks as if he’s just had some bad news.”

Certainly he man didn’t look too happy; he had though been looking at Kate curiously but then attractive women didn’t usually drink alone in hotel bars and he may have thought she was a prostitute. The second man today; Kate had to get a grip on her life!

It must be Steve – he was the right age after all. Oh what the hell, someone had to make the first move. Kate finished her drink and walked over to him.

“Steve?”

“Kate?”

“I’m so sorry. I got held up at college. Then I couldn’t get the car to start; had to take a taxi. I did call but they gave me the wrong room number.”

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I’m laying in bed feeling your soft legs next to mine as you run them up and down me, the laptop resting between us as we find something naughty to watch. As the film plays I feel your breath quicken and become more shallow as the sounds of lovemaking fill the room.

A short time ago we were in the bath together. Feeling the hot water around us and looking at the candlelight dance across your naked body. We sat close together washing and caressing each other, playfully brushing against our sensitive spots almost teasing each other.

You whispered that you wanted to go to the bedroom and started to get out of the bath. As i stood up you grabbed my hips and pulled me towards you brushing your lips the tongue across my cock. It stood to attention and i moaned as you took me in your mouth and looked me in the eye.

‘Let’s go to the bedroom and watch something’ you whispered.

And now I’m here with you.

I can see your hand porno brushing over your breasts naked under the sheet and then slowly move down between your legs. You let out soft moans as the pace quickens and I feel your warm breath on my chest as you kiss me. Slowly your other hand traces its way down my chest, over my stomach and rests between my legs.

You trace your fingers around the base of me feeling the hair before gripping my cock eagerly and gasping. You feel my hardness in your hands and run your fingers up and down and use my precum to wet the head. Your playful, smiling and feeling bold.

As the pace of the film quickens again you quicken your pace and I cup your breast in my hand. I run it over your soft skin and feel your hard nipple between my fingers as I tease. You moan and raise yourself off the bed moving to your hand as I make my way over your soft stomach and feel the warmness between your legs. Aile İçi Porno

You take you hand that you have been using to tease yourself with and run it in front of my face letting me breath in your scent as I feel the heat coming off your pussy. I cup your mound and rub it then slowly run by fingers between your soft lips and feel the slickness and heat of your inviting pussy.

As the woman moans on the screen you moan in delight as I use your wet pussy to slick by finger and trace my way to your clit. I tease it and play with it as you arch your back quickening your pace on my hard cock. Faster and faster as you grind against my hand then suddenly climax as I hold your pussy.

You catch your breath as I make my way between your legs and devour the sweet delights of your soaking pussy with my tongue. I lick tease and play with you as you moan and watch the film. I make my amatör sikiş way up to you and kiss you deeply letting you taste yourself on my lips

“I want you to fuck me hard” you moan at me.

I pull close into you and bury my hard, aching cock into your warm wet pussy as you groan and thrust deep, hard and fast. You place your legs up as I brace myself wanting to feel you wrapped around me as i run my cock in and out of you.

Your legs are soft and embrace me, pulling me in closer and closer wanting more of me. More of you never feels enough as I pin your arms down and hold myself deep inside of you and kiss you deeply before we turn over and you climb on top of me. I see your full breasts move with each thrust as your nipples harden from pleasure and the cold air.

I kiss you deeply and eagerly as I firmly grab your behind and thrust you on me wanting to be even deeper inside of you as I climax. I grab your hips and thrust as I cry out in ecstasy feeling my cock throb loads of cum deep inside your wet pussy and lay spent on the bed.

I roll over and bury my face deep in your breasts and breath in the scent of our lovemaking. I kiss you deeply and we whisper how much we love each other.

Thank you for last night.

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Lori pressed the down button for the elevator. It had been a horrible day. She was so glad to be going home. Being a summer intern wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. For hours, she ran around the office fetching coffee, making copies, and doing any other menial task.

The elevator doors slipped open and she walked into the empty car. She pressed the button for the parking deck and the doors started to slide shut.

“Wait! Hold the elevator!” a male voice shouted. He pushed his way through the double doors right before they closed. Lori groaned internally. Why him? she thought as she realized it was Justin. He had been at the offices all day working out a contract for one of the movies the company was making. He had been the most overbearing person Lori ever had the chance to work with. She was constantly running from the conference room to the vending machines to the corner deli to even making an appointment for him at a nearby hair salon for eight hours. She didn’t know if she could stand to be with him even for the short time it would take for the elevator to get to the lobby.

Justin turned to her, “Aren’t you that intern?”

“Yes,” she mumbled, trying to make it obvious she didn’t want to talk.

“How did you get a job here? I thought they hired more competent people,” he said.

Lori gritted her teeth and kept herself from telling him to fuck off and die, instead, she said, “I guess I’m not used to such demanding clientele.”

Justin smirked and turned back to face forward. What a jerk, Lori thought. If all of those fans could know what he’s really like, his popularity would go rock bottom in a second. Lori glanced at her watch to check the time when she heard the elevator groan.

“What the hell?” she said as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. She pushed Justin out of the way and started to press different buttons to get the elevator going again. It was useless. The elevator was stuck.

“Shit,” she said as she opened the door for the emergency phone.

“What did you do?” Justin said.

Lori turned to give him an annoyed look, “Yeah, blame it on me. I guess you’ve gotten used to that today.”

“Whatever,” Justin said and shrugged.

Lori slammed the phone back down. There was no answer. “Great! How do we get out of this?” she said, leaning back against the wall.

“Damn! And I’ve got this hot date tonight,” Justin mumbled.

Lori rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure Britney will pitch a fit if you’re late.”

“Shut up. I’m sick of people thinking we’re dating,” Justin porno konulu said.

“God, it sucks to be a celebrity. Beautiful women, limos, penthouse suites. Yeah, Justin, you’ve got it real hard,” Lori said sarcastically.

“Why are you such a bitch?” Justin said.

“I don’t know, maybe because you changed your lunch order three times after I had already gone to get it every time. Maybe because you called me ‘Hey, go-fer girl’ all day. Gee, Justin, I have no idea why I would be in a bad mood,” Lori said sliding down the wall to take a seat. Justin did the same and sat facing her.

“What is your name by the way?” he asked.

“Why should I bother telling you?” Lori said. “It’s Lori,” she said after a brief pause.

Justin stared up at the ceiling with a bored look. Figuring they wouldn’t be rescued anytime soon, Lori rummaged through her backpack, pulled out a book, and started to read.

“What are you reading?” he asked.

“A book. You know it has pages with words on it. It usually tells a story,” Lori said not looking up from the page she was reading. Justin snatched the book out of her hands and looked at the cover.

“A Man In Full,” he read aloud. He flipped through the pages. Lori didn’t fail to notice he lost her place.

“This book is like two thousand pages long,” Justin said handing it back to her.

“And no pictures. You’d have a tough time,” Lori said.

Lori found the page she had been on and resumed reading. Justin fidgeted the whole time. Finally, he grabbed her backpack.

“What else you got in here?” he said and started looking through it.

“None of your damn business! Give that back!” she said.

“Make me!” Justin said standing up and holding it over his head. Only being five feet five inches tall, Lori couldn’t reach the bag.

“You’re a dick, you know that? You wouldn’t want anyone to think you were mature for your age,” Lori said.

Justin dropped the bag to his side, “You’re quick with the insults. Too bad you weren’t quicker with my coffee.”

“Fuck you!” Lori shouted and grabbed for her bag. Justin kept playing keep away with it until Lori finally pushed him in frustration. Justin stumbled backwards, dropped the bag, and grabbed onto Lori for support. He fell back onto his butt, pulling Lori down with him. Lori soon found herself in a compromising situation as she lay on top of Justin.

“Dick,” she said and went to get up.

“No, I kinda like you there. Why don’t you wiggle around a little more?” Justin porno seyret said and grabbed her ass.

“You’re disgusting,” Lori said but didn’t get up.

“Well, you’re a bitch,” Justin said.

“We’ve established that. And you’re an asshole,” she said.

“Argh! You’re so damn mean! I just want to lay you across my knee and spank you!” Justin said.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you try,” Lori said and struggled to get up. Justin wrestled with her and she ended up losing. He had her face down on the floor and was lying on top of her.

“Now I got you where I want you,” Justin said.

“Oh you’re so tough beating up on a girl,” Lori said turning her head to look up at him.

“Who said anything about beating?” Justin said. Lori cringed as he brushed the hair off of the back of her neck. She felt Justin’s warm mouth start to suck softly on the skin below her hairline. Lori cursed her hormones as shivers ran up her spine.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“Just shut up for once and enjoy it,” he murmured. He moved forward to the back of her ear and licked at her earlobe. Lori let out a groan. Justin shifted and flipped her over on her back.

“What makes you think I want to do this?” Lori said.

“Because you would have stopped me by now,” he said. Justin covered her mouth with his and forced his tongue into her mouth. Lori couldn’t believe herself as she felt his tongue swirl around hers. He propped himself up to unbutton her suit coat and push it off of her.

“Too many damn clothes,” he murmured and started to unbutton her blouse.

“I’m not going to be the only one naked,” Lori said and pulled his soccer jersey off over his head. She ran her hands down the hard muscles of his back.

Lori let out a yelp when Justin roughly pushed one of the cups of her bra down and took her nipple between his teeth. He sucked on it hard and scraped his tongue along it. She let out a moan as she felt the heat rising between their bodies.

Unbuttoning his jeans, Lori slipped her hand into his boxers. She grabbed a hold of his penis and squeezed. He let out a gasp.

“Change your order now, why don’t you?” Lori said.

“Bite me,” Justin said with a grunt as she tugged on his stiff cock.

“Eat me,” she said.

“Glad to,” Justin said and pushed her skirt up. He nipped at the skin above her thigh high nylons before ripping down her panties and spreading her legs apart. He thrust his tongue into Lori, making her scream. She buried her fingers in his hair as he flicked his tongue Üvey Anne Porno against her. Her hips thrust forward despite herself. Justin took that as a sign and pushed his pants down to his knees.

Lori glared at him as he mounted her. “This better be good,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want,” Justin said as he rammed his cock into her. Lori winced at his intensity but she matched him with every stroke. She could tell he was close so she pushed him off of her and put him on his back.

“You can get your own damn coffee next time,” Lori said. She straddled Justin and lowered herself onto him. His size filled her to where she was afraid she might not be able to take all of him. She rode him slow and deep. Justin’s face was screwed up with the intense pleasure he was feeling.

Justin shook his head like he was saying no and sat up. “Get up,” he said.

“Why?” Lori asked.

“I’ll show you why,” Justin said as he stood up and picked her up off the floor. He grabbed Lori around the waist, lifted her up, and pinned her to the wall. She responded by wrapping her legs around his body and he pushed into her again. Lori moaned in pleasure as she felt her orgasm coming on. Justin’s whole body was pressed against her and she could scarcely breath. His thrusting became harder and harder until he came. She could feel his cock twitch and spasm inside her.

“That’s it?” she said, not satisfied yet, “I thought you were going to give me what I wanted. What a stud you are.”

“If that’s how you want it,” Justin said and laid her back down on the floor. He pushed her bra up to attack her fully exposed breasts. As he suckled on one nipple, he plunged his fingers inside her. He meticulously massaged her center as he moved up to rape her mouth with his tongue. He pushed his fingers as far as he could inside of her until she came screaming into his mouth. She felt drained, as she lay panting on the floor.

Justin sat up and put his jersey back on, “Well now we know you’re good at something.”

“Well let’s just say you fuck better than you sing,” Lori said readjusting her bra.

Justin pulled his pants back up and they both sat there not saying anything. Lori raised her head to look up at him. He looked back at her with a glare.

“Jerk,” she said.

“Bitch,” he replied and tackled her again. Their arousal was so intensely re-ignited for the second time that neither noticed the elevator start to move. Justin had pushed her skirt back up to lick again at her center. Lori let her head fall back against the elevator door as she felt his tongue slide into her.

A bell chimed and the elevator doors slid open. Someone outside in the lobby gasped. Justin looked up.

“Hey Britney, sorry I’m late, I’ll be back down in a minute,” Justin said as he reached up, pushed the “Close Door” button, and returned to his business.

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As summer approached both Lisa and I would be graduating from high school. I would truly love to fuck her but her fear of her parents finding her on birth control and my fear of a broken condom prevent us from going that far.

One weekend we were scheduled for a date so I went to her house to pick her up. Her parents lived in a bi-level house where when you walked in the front door you had to either go up steps or down. As I approached the door it swung open but there was no person. Entering onto the small landing the door swung closed and there was Lisa bare ass naked from head to toe. I asked her, “What would have happened if someone was with me?”

Lisa replied, “I guess they would have gotten a real good show.”

We start to kiss and embrace and she pushes me backwards to where I have to sit down on the steps leading upstairs. Once I sit down she straddles me and sits on my lap with her pussy spread. I continue to kiss her but one hand found its way to one of her tits and the other to her pussy. She must have been plying with herself before hand because her pussy was totally soaked.

I broke of a kiss and asked, “What about your parents?”

Lisa smiled and replied, “They went away for the weekend with my little sister. We have the whole house to ourselves.”

I said to her, “If that’s the case and we don’t have to post a look out of the upstairs bay window how about we gone downstairs to the family room?”

“That’s fine with me,” she said and down stairs we went.

A lot of the downstairs was below grade so there were no windows. There was however a sliding glass door with a curtain over it. The glass door led out to the back yard. In the backyard there was a swing set and behind that a 6′ tall basket weave fence. On the other side of the fence was a neighbor whose house faced Lisa’s.

She insisted that I go into the downstairs powder room to get undressed while she took up a seat on the couch. I went to close the door to the powder room and she yelled out, “Hey! I want to watch.”

“If that is the case then you had better give me a sexier view than what I can see,” I replied.

With that I left the door open while she drew her feet back toward her body and spread her knees as far apart as she could. Her pussy hair was wet and parted to either side of her slit. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen and her clit more erect than I had ever seen it. Since we had already played around on the steps I was pretty hard but as I removed the last of my clothing I went rock hard.

I emerged from the powder room with my cock swinging back and forth. Lisa dropped her legs down and laid flat on her back the length of the couch.

Climbing on top of her I made sure my cock was in direct contact with her pussy but not in her pussy. As we laid there kissing and groping each others bodies I asked Lisa if we could drag this out all day? She said that there was no reason not to.

I suggested that if either one of us felt close to an orgasm, we take a break for maybe 15 or 20 minutes and then start up again knowing that eventually one of us would explode. Lisa agreed knowing her parents were far away and we had all day to experience the pleasure.

We lasted for about 20 minutes and I started to feel like I was getting close to an orgasm. Before we took our break I asked Lisa to rub the head of my cock back and forth over her clit. She did this for a couple of minutes then declared, “Break time!!” I guess we were both overheating.

Lisa went upstairs and got us a couple of sodas. I turned on the television and when she returned we both sat there naked watching television.

When things had cooled down I suggested that we open the drape to the sliding glass door. Suggesting that we could both go outside completely naked and fondle each other, I was hoping Lisa had reached that “I don’t care who sees me” point of arousal. Unfortunately she had not and it took some convincing to get her to allow me to open the drape half way and she was emphatic that neither one of us go outside.

As I walked to the glass door she yelled, “I said no!” Stopping right in front of the door I turned sideways so she could see the profile of my body. I then proceeded to jerk off. Lisa almost immediately started to play with her tits and fondle her pussy. Her public hair was pushed to either side of her pussy lips and even from across the room I could see all of vaginal parts. I jerked off until I knew I had to stop and returned to the couch.

I asked Lisa if she would be willing to get down on the floor on all fours. With out porno izle asking why she quickly moved into position. Getting down on the floor with her, I sat up while sliding my legs between her hands and legs. This gave me access to her dangling tits and pussy by reaching over her beautiful ass. My left hand grabbed and played with her tits but my right hand couldn’t find the mark. I asked her to spread her knees some more and she complied. I found her love tunnel with my fingers and proceeded to push 3 fingers into her cunt. Her first reaction was to pull away from my fingers but then started to push back at them. At the same time I could feel my cock was able to come in contact with her tits. She reached under her chest with one hand while the other supported her weight. Grabbing my cock she continued rubbing her tits across the head of my dick while rocking back and forth on my fingers that were shoved up her cunt. After a few minutes Lisa said that she needed a break as I could tell the sexual tension was building in her body.

As I pulled my legs out from under her I assumed the doggy position. My cock was pointing almost straight down and I asked her to milk my cock like she was milking a cow. She straightened my cock so it was perpendicular to the floor and started to pull. Her movements changed from an up and down to a twisting motion on the head of my cock. The sensation was phenomenal. This lasted for a bit and then she moved directly behind me and pulled my cock backwards through my legs as far as it would go. Alternating between a jerking motion and twisting and sometimes in combination I almost hit the point of no return and I told her she had to stop.

She laughed and said, “That’s good because I have to pee and I could use something to drink.” She stood up and walked to the powder room and I watched her ass checks jiggle until she reached for the door in order to close it. When she started to close the door I yelled, “Hey! I want to watch.”

Lisa turned and said, “You don’t want to watch me pee.”

I said, “If you remember I already watched you pee that day in the woods.”

“I guess your right” she replied as she left the door alone and began to squat on the toilet.

“I have an idea Lisa. How about if I pee between your legs while you are peeing? Maybe that way it will be less embarrassing although after today I don’t know how you or I could be embarrassed much by each other.”

Lisa thought for a second and said, “Let’s give it a try.”

She spread her legs as far as she could while sitting on the seat. Because my cock was just starting to soften but had not gone flaccid yet, I had to lean across her body using the vanity to prop myself up on an angle that allowed my pee to flow and my dick to come close to her pussy. It became obvious that if this was going to happen Lisa had to be the one to aim my cock which didn’t help me soften. “Once you start then I will start” she said. Par for the course, the first stream started and hit her on the inside of her thigh and I shut it down as quickly as possible. Lisa exclaimed, “Aiming this thing is not as easy as it looks.” I replied, “Tell me about it. Let me know when you are ready”

She repositioned my cock and told me to start. I looked between my arms to see where I was shooting. This time her aim was right on and my stream was going right between her legs and into the toilet water. She adjusted my pee stream to hit her right in her vagina. I had finished but continued to hear her pee into the bowl. Once she stopped, Lisa grabbed a wash cloth and proceeded to wash up between her legs and also my dick. Having full run of the house we both went upstairs to get the drinks and a snack and then returned to the basement to watch more TV and cool off.

Once we were ready to start again I asked her if we could do a 69 position. She agreed and I laid flat on my back the full length of the couch. With one foot on the floor Lisa proceeded to straddle my head. The sight and fragrance of her open pussy as it hovered over my face brought me to an immediate erection. She started to bring her second leg up onto the couch and I maneuvered her hips so I would be able to run my tongue from her clit to her hole without either on of us having to change position. Lisa lowered her pussy onto my face and I could feel her tits against my stomach, she laid her head on my upper thigh close to my cock. I ran my tongue from her clit to her hole and she moaned with pleasure. I could feel my cock being gobbled up with her mouth followed by some up and down motion.

Having porno türk spent the whole afternoon playing, enjoying, exploring, exciting and stimulating each other we both knew it would not be long before someone erupted like a volcano. With that in mind I asked her to sit up for just a second. I wriggled out from between her legs, stood up and walked to the sliding glass door. I opened the drape completely so that if anyone walked through the back yard or looked through the fence they were going to get a great show. Lisa did not say a word as I walked back to the couch and scooted back between her legs. She lay back on top of me and we picked up where we had left off but now in full view of anyone that wanted to watch. Lisa’s “I don’t care who watches” switch was now turned fully own.

We tried to extend our sex time but the breaks got longer and our oral contact with each others genitals got shorter. Lisa would ask me to stop and I would put my tongue away and just gaze at the awesome view I had of her sex while savoring her juices and taking in the aroma of her pussy. If I asked for a break, she would remove my cock from her mouth and just caress my swollen balls until I told her it was okay to start again. Suddenly, while we were both fully engaged orally, Lisa yells, “Don’t stop!” I increased the speed of my tongue movements over every part of her vagina and up into her hole. My cock was out of her mouth as her body tensed and she exclaimed, “Oh my god!” Her body shuddered and released a small amount of pussy juice into my mouth. As she started to recover from her orgasm she quickly grabbed my cock and returned it to her mouth. I told her to take it out and just lay there and rest. I wanted her to enjoy the after glow of her orgasm.

A few minutes later she started to move. Telling me how great her orgasm was she asked what she could do for me. I told her that what I wanted was for her to rub the head of my cock through the folds of her vagina and back and forth across her clit. I explained that I was very close to an orgasm but I would give her enough warning to move my cock away from her hole but that I wanted to dump my load on her pubic hair.

With that we both got up so she could lie on her back on the couch. I crawled between her legs as I looked at her beautiful pussy. Propping myself up on my arms she took hold of my cock and started rubbing the head of my dick through the folds of her vagina. Watching the head disappear and then reappear in her lips and then passing back and for over her clit was almost more than I could stand but at the same time I didn’t want this to end. Finally as she was rubbing me close to her hole I told her it was time. She started moving my cock up her slit but as it was passing her clit my first stream of sperm left my body. As soon as she felt that warm wetness on her clit she immediately started to jerk me off onto her public hair. The pent up sex of the whole day was now spewing all over her hairy mound. As I finished cumming I looked at her pussy and there was hardly a pussy hair area not covered with my sperm. Both of us now being fully satisfied, we started to get up.

Lisa stood up and gravity started to take over and my cum started to run back towards her clit. She hurried to the powder room to retrieve the wash cloth and proceeded to “mop up.” Lisa then said, “I’m hungry. Going upstairs to get dressed.” I made my way to the powder room where I cleaned up my cock with the wash rag and put my clothes back on. Once we were both dressed we decided to go to a local diner to get some dinner. After over four hours of sexual it play it left us both very hungry but it also left me with a hunger to put my cock in her pussy.

Over the next few months our sex was confined to very limited opportunities. We either had to take turns or only get partially naked. It was still great sex but not as good as our marathon had been. Needless to say over the next few months I mentioned to Lisa, on more than one occasion, about trying full intercourse. Her response was always the same, NO! I finally wore her down one night and she said, “OK we will do it but I have some rules. First, you have to wear a condom. Next only the head of your dick goes into my pussy and not the whole thing. You have to pull out if you feel like you are going to cum. Last, if you do cum with your dick in me, even though you are in a condom you have to pull out right away. Understood?”

For the chance to even sink only part of my dick into her beautiful pussy I would agree to anything and said “Yes”. The next Türkçe altyazılı porno questions were where and when? She conceded that the best place would be at her house while her parents took a day trip. Unfortunately nothing was planned so we waited.

One Wednesday evening I got a call from Lisa. She said, “This Saturday at my house by 12 noon and bring a condom.” I was going to get my wish. The time just dragged on until Saturday finally arrived. I showered, shaved and drove to her house. Once again as I approached the front door it opened. As I entered and the door closed Lisa stood there in all her naked glory. She looked nervous. Her nipples were erect and her clit had found its way past her pussy lips and public hair and gave away that she was also excited. I moved her back to the stairs and had her lay down. We embraced and kissed as I reached to fondle the erect nipples on her tits.

Lisa broke off the embrace and started to stand up. She turned around and started up the stairs while I grabbed at her ass as it jiggled while she walked. When we reached the top of the stairs she turned right and down the hallway to her bedroom. I sat on the bed in order to get undressed and sternly she said, “Not on the bed.” Lisa went to the closet and pulled out a blanket and spread it out on the floor next to her bed. Getting down on the blanket she laid on her back, pulling her knees up and putting all her goodies on display. Standing there I started to take off my clothes as she laid there and took pleasure in watching me undress. Once naked I got down on the blanket, laid on my left side facing her. Lisa dropped her knees and turned toward me so we were face to face. I made sure that my now firm cock got placed in the nest of her pubic hairs and I slipped my left arm under her body. This allowed me to use each hand to massage the globes of her ass. Occasionally I would run one of my fingers down the crack of her ass so it could find its way into her vagina.

I asked Lisa if she would just sit on my face and allow me to eat her pussy for a while. Without saying a word she got to her knees and straddled one leg over my head as she faced my feet. The view was incredible as she lowered her groin onto my face. Pubic hair, ass hole, clitoris and vaginal lips were all headed in the direction of my mouth. The aroma of her cunt added to the hardness of my cock. I reached up a played with her tits as I sucked her clit into my mouth. It did not take long for her pussy juices to leak all over my face and into my mouth. She became more and more excited but I did not want her to orgasm. When I felt she was at the very edged I asked her if she was ready for my cock.

I didn’t have to ask twice. She dismounted me and went flat on her back. Since I was limited to just the head of my dick in her pussy there was no reason to get creative in positions. She spread her legs and admonished, “Remember, just the head.” I tore open the wrapper and put the condom on my cock. My penis was in her slit as I moved it around to find her hole. When I found my target I started to press inward when she stopped me and said, “That is far enough.” It felt like every nerve in my body was now in the tip of my cock and I could not tell how far in I was. I looked down to find that the head was only buried in the folds of her lips but still on the outside of her tunnel. I replied, “I’m not even in yet.”

Lisa said, “OK then a little farther.”

I pushed again and saw the head of my cock disappear into her cunt completely and she moaned.

“That is far enough,” she said.

I responded, “Just a little more so I can move in an out without falling out of your pussy.”

When I received no response I pushed in just a little more and stopped. It felt so good!!

I laid there with my dick in her cunt for several minutes just enjoying this new sensation. I asked her how it felt and she said it was wonderful. Once I adjusted to the feeling I started to move in an out of her tunnel and that provided more new sensations. My senses were in overdrive with touch, sight, smell and even sound. I could hear the slurping of pussy juice coming from her cunt as I moved in an out. Then without any warning, sperm started flowing out the end of my cock and into the condom. It did not come in the typical spurts but a flow like someone turned a faucet on inside my cock. The flood of sperm filled the condom so quickly and completely, when I pulled out it felt like someone tied a water balloon to the end of my dick.

Although I kept my promise of pulling out immediately Lisa was concerned why I gave no warning. When she saw the amount of white seed in the condom she became concerned it had broken but that was not the case. I knew that was going to be the only time we would fuck…for now.

I asked her to climb back on my face so I could once again give her oral sex and help her to the climax she deserved.

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Episode 3: Oh Wendy!

Once J was awake, he showered, ate breakfast and headed out the door to grab a cup of cappuccino. He decided to stop at the same coffee shop that he was in just two days prior.

Two days before, J had met a beautiful, older, blond at that same coffee shop. She had approached J and introduced herself as Jane and the two were locked into a small conversation that was quick to grow into a sexually tensed moment where the two decided to go back to J’s penthouse suite where they made love throughout the night. The next morning J awoke alone on the hard floor with a back ache.

The back ache was harsh and so J decided to walk to the doctor’s office, only a few blocks away from his home, where he met a woman by the name of Sandy. She had been temporarily blinded from an accident and had to wear a black blindfold. J, being the kind man he was, offered to take her to his place to take care of her until the next day, when she could take her blindfold off. She accepted and the two made it back to his home, where they eventually were locked into passionate sex.

Now the next morning was upon J and he desired caffeine to aid him for the day ahead. Setting at a table next to the large windows at the front of the store, he sipped away at his large cup of mocha capachino. Without a care in the world, he smiled as his mind raced through the passed two days.

“”I’ve made the right decision in coming here,” he whispered to himself as he glanced out the window and across the street, where a similarly large front window sat and a mystically beautiful woman stood within the building.

With short blond and a stacked, muscular body, the woman seemed as if she could sprout wings and fly through the air as an angel. She was locked into a conversation with another woman. She exploded into laughter that made her look all the more beautiful to J.

“”Sir,” came a call from within the room.

From appearance, the woman across the street was around J’s age.

“”Sire,” came the same voice from within the room.

J turned his head to acknowledge the waitress as she was standing over him seemingly frustrated at him for ignoring her.

“”Yes,” he asked.

“”Is there anything else,” she asked as she laid the check down on the table in front of J.

“”No thank you,” he answered as his stare once again met the figure of the gorgeous woman across the street. Only this time the woman was matching the stare.

A smile came across her face as she noticed J staring back at her.

It seemed like days to J, as they stared into each other’s eyes as though they were having there own telepathic conversation with a street and two large windows separating them.

After a few moments a large truck driving by broke the couple’s stare. When the truck had passed the woman wasn’t there. Shocked by the sudden disappearance, J turned his attention back to his coffee and sipped.

A bell rang out, as someone opened the door to the coffee shop and entered. J didn”t pay any attention.

That was porno until he heard her voice.

“”May I sit down,” came a raspy, but feminine voice from behind him. The woman was wearing a light perfume that smelled of a flowers. Usually J would hate the smell of a perfume, but the way she wore it was making him crazy.

J turned to see the woman from across the street standing directly behind him with a smile. Her short skirt showed her beautiful long legs off perfectly. Then he noticed that he had been so mesmerized by the woman that he had not answered her.

“”Yes,” he stuttered, “I’m sorry, please sit down.””

The woman walked around the small window table and sat down across the table from him.

“”My name is Wendy,” she introduced by extending her hand.

“”I’m J,” he offered as he reached out and shook her hand.

A conversation erupted between the two and J learned many things about the beautiful woman named Wendy. He learned that she had grown up in the city and after she graduated college early she got lucky and was hired at an excellent law firm.

The conversation went on and on and J explained to Wendy that his father was very wealthy and owned an island, where J had grown up on until only a few days before when he decided he would move to the city and meet real people.

Wendy explained that she had recently came out of a bad relationship where the guy she was with would yell at her and make her feel like garbage. She talked about her parents moving to the country, leaving her alone in the city.

The conversation continued until the waitress interrupted them.

“”I’m sorry, but we’re closing,” she said with a very tired voice.

“”Oh,” was the only thing J could think to say. If the waitress hadn”t came to them, then he could’ve stayed there in his seat talking with Wendy forever. But now they had to leave.

“”What now,” Wendy asked before J could say anything.

J didn’t want the night to end, but what could they possibly do? What reason could J have to invite the very sexy Wendy to his penthouse?

“”Well, why don’t you show me that penthouse suite of yours,” Wendy offered as if she were reading J’s mind.

The two exited the doors of the coffee shop and heard the sounds of the locks fastening as they left. The sun was completely gone and the night was upon them.

A bicycler came rushing through, as if from nowhere and J reached out, grabbed Wendy by her hips and pulled her in just in time.

“”Thank you,” Wendy said as she continued walking with her body directly pressed against J’s, with his hand still placed on her hip.

“”I can cook us some dinner,” J offered as they made their way to the front doors of the large building.

“”Why don’t we skip dinner,” Wendy lightly whispered into J”s ear as the door man let them in.

The elevator ride to J’s floor was strangely quiet, contrasting the entire day, which was filled with conversation and laughter. The tension was building. The couple’s hands were building Aile İçi Porno moisture as the two began to sweat harshly. J”s heart felt as if it were going to explode from his chest. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

The light ding of the elevator as the doors open broke the tension slightly and the two stepped off and onto the halls. J unlocked his door, swung it open and the two stepped in.

“”This is my home,” J said as he stopped and allowed Wendy to examine the large living room with a large couch that sat in front of a fireplace.

Wendy didn’t seem interested in the room though, for as soon as the door was closed she had her body pressed tightly against J’s and her lips were pressed hard against his. Moans escaped her mouth as she was lifted up by J”s arms and carried to the couch.

Wendy could feel a large growth coming from the crotch of J’s pants as he sat her down on her feet in front of the couch. She stepped back a bit and pulled her skirt up above her hips to show J that she was wearing no panties and that she was completely shaved.

Placing his hand gently on the side of Wendy’s face, J leaned forward and softly placed his lips to hers. They softly kissed for a moment, but the gentle attitude of there sexual appetite quickly morphed into there faces roughly kissing each other.

J”s hand slid up Wendy’s stomach and grabbed her breast, sending her to arch her back, sticking her breasts out more. He pulled her yellow blouse down on one side until one of her breasts were completely in view. He twirled his fingers around her nipple until it was rock hard and her panting was increasing.

With his free hand, J grabbed Wendy’s tightly muscular ass and squeezed. She leaned her head forward hard and bit J’s lip as he lifted her up once more and carried her over to the wall, beside the fireplace which was roaring, since J pushed the button to cause the flames to erupt. The heat of the fire was causing their bodies to be soaked with sweat as J pushed his groin roughly against Wendy, pushing her ass against the wall.

Wendy slid her tongue into J’s mouth causing him to push his into hers as she reached her hand down and unbuttoned his pants. With one of her hands she wrapped her nimble fingers around his throbbing semi hard dick and began massaging it.

J”s pants fell down to the floor, where he then kicked them out of the way. Wendy slid down the wall until her face was aimed with his, now rock hard meat. She wrapped her lips around the head and tasted a drop of the pre-cum.

Wendy grabbed J’s hips and pulled them forward as she slid her head back against the wall. She then began pulling his hips forward until most of his shaft was in her mouth, in which she pushed his hips back until her lips were only wrapped around the head again. She continued this motion until J took over and began to fuck her face.

Moans soared out of Wendy’s filled mouth as she fingered herself as she felt the power of J’s thrusts inter her mouth and then exit.

After amatör sikiş a few moments, Wendy waited until J’s shaft entered her mouth again and this time she grabbed his hips, pushed her head forward and swallowed his entire dick.

J threw his head back and screamed out in ecstasy.

Wendy then pulled her head back, with J’s dick completely out of her mouth and hanging in the air again. She leaned back against the corner of the wall and the side of the fireplace and stood on her feet with her knees bent so that she looked as if she were sitting in an invisible chair.

“”Now you do me,” she pleaded with her raspy voice.

Getting on his knees, J pressed his head forward and began tasting Wendy’s cunt with his tongue. He teased her clit with his tongue and penetrated her with his fingers, bringing long, loud moans from her lungs and out her mouth. She then grabbed his head and pulled it away.

“”I don’t want to cum yet,” she explained.

Wendy pushed J down onto his back and climbed over top of him. He thought she was going to place him inside of her, but he was wrong. With a mischievous smile, she hovered her hot slit over his throbbing shaft. She let the tip of his dick touch her wetness slightly, but she then rose her hips back up.

Wendy couldn’t stand the teasing anymore and she got off of J, lied straight on her back, stuck her legs out straight and pulled her blouse down around her hips to show her perky breasts.

J got onto all fours and began kissing her nipples, causing them to stand erect. Wendy’s moans climbed higher, as she pulled her skirt completely off and threw it out of the way.

J slid his hand down Wendy’s stomach and tried to slide his fingers into Wendy again, but her legs were too tightly together. She finally gave up the resistance and spread her legs wide, allowing J’s hand to find her wetness once again with his fingers.

“”Put it in me,” Wendy begged with a whispering voice.

J wasted no time.

Pushing his shaft into Wendy’s tight, wet warmth, J moaned out from the pleasure. Slowly he slid his dick into her as her cunt slowly accepted his girth. Once J was all the in her he pulled back and began pounding her with his dick. Their moans quickly erupted into loud screams as J slammed his dick into Wendy over and over again.

Blood ran from J’s back and it wasn’t until he felt the warmth running down his sides that he noticed Wendy’s nails dug fairly deep in his back as her body exploded into a series of jerks and spasms.

“”I’m cumming,” she screamed out as loud as she could, causing her voice to break at the peak of her scream, turning it to more of a squeal. J couldn’t stand it anymore and shot his streams of hot semen into her vibrating cunt.

Afterward they lied beside the fireplace with J’s meat still inside of her, feeling their hearts pounding from their chests.

Once J was finally able to move he fixed dinner for the both of them and watched a movie while under covers on the couch, where they both slowly slipped to the unconscious state of sleep.

Had he met somebody that he could stay with and be happy? Had he found a person that he might even be able to call a “girlfriend”. Could she even be his potential wife? Many questions ran through J’s mind before he fell fast asleep.

Next episode: Making a deposit.

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Chapter Six: Humanity

I’m alive! You wouldn’t think it, given how long it’s been. Life has been very… life… this 2021, and I really wanted to give this part of the story time. For all of you still here, my undying appreciation, it honestly means so much! A belated special thank you to Victor, who so kindly put together a wonderful wealth of information for me on Romanian culture and history to inform this work. It is still underused in the current posts, (and I’m sure I’m making some mistakes!), but as I develop and expand this world, his help was invaluable. I wish you all Yuletide blessings and hope this double update does something to help you enjoy the darkness. See you in the new year!

For my cub.

Full work summary: Cast out of his village and freezing to death in the snow, Sparrow finds himself rescued by a mysterious and beautiful woman, living in a grand house in the mountains. As he falls under the spell of his strange host, he finds himself brought into a dark world that presents a destiny he never could have imagined. Submission to a vampire is only the beginning.

Previously: Sparrow stumbled across Vestalia, his rescuer and lover, in bed with two chained prisoners, one of whom she then drained of blood and left dead on the floor. Terrified, he fled her manor. But Vestalia pursued him on wings, flew him to the rooftop, and reclaimed his body, drinking from his throat.

Chapter summary: Sparrow contemplates what has happened, under the care of Cyrus, Vestalia’s groundskeeper. He visits the surviving prisoner and finds himself strangely drawn. Vestalia and Cyrus undergo an old practice and we learn more of their dynamic.

The quotations from Japanese poetry at the end are from One Hundred poets, One Poem Each, (Penguin Classics, 2018, tr. Peter MacMillan), no. 25 Fujiwara no Sadakata, no. 44 Fujiwara no Asatada, no. 50 Fujiwara no Yoshitaka. N.B. for art reasons, this story refers to flame lilies as being safe to touch, but they can cause skin irritation, so if you come across them, use gloves!

“Ah, at last, there you are, Little Bird.”

“No, go away.”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, we must go to the church.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I go, then…”

“Ah, then you will have to accept that Marius is dead. You will have to say goodbye.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I know, Little Bird, none of us do. But Marius has left us, the mountain has taken him. We cannot have him back, so we must say goodbye.”

“I don’t want to say goodbye. It feels so heartless. He didn’t want to die, so it feels heartless to say goodbye as if he was a leaving guest.”

“Perhaps. But funerals are not for the dead, you know.”

“Then who are they for?”

“For us. If we don’t bid Marius farewell, then he will not rest and the mountain will be haunted for us. We will lose our home to ghosts and we will never smile again. But if we take the time with him to say goodbye, if we part well, he will be able to leave us for his new existence and the mountain will be for the living once more. All our lives we will feel loss – loss of people, loss of hope, loss of strength, loss of faith. We need our mourning rites, they clean our souls out, let us face a new day. Without rites, we’d be trapped in purgatory even before our own deaths. We’d become ghosts, barely even human anymore, adrift in the spaces between lives.”

“But if we make ourselves feel better, isn’t that like saying he wasn’t important?”

“Oh, Little Bird, not at all, not at all. Mourning rites are how we show how important we are to each other. Humans mourn because we love. We can’t help but love each other. And you are very good at love.”

“I am?”

“You are. Now, come perform the rites and stay human with the rest of us.”

*

Rain drummed idle fingers on the towering window, silver and shadow braiding on the glass and wandering slowly down the pane, drooping and drifting like willow branches. The sound of thudding water rumbled in the dense, stone walls and the deep earth below. It played the gutters like a glockenspiel. It tapped on the teeth of gargoyles and pattered on the broad leaves of ivy clinging to the mortar. Mist veiled the drop down the mountain and caught like cobwebs on the knotwork hedges. The grass flushed emerald. Everything else fell into muted grey.

Sparrow curled in the window seat of his bedroom, hugging his knees, his head rested lightly on the cool glass. He gazed unseeing out into the landscape. It all seemed so small. The stewing, drab cloud obscured the soaring vastness of the sky and hazed the foaming mountain tops. The world was fading from him.

He wrapped the fine blanket closer about him, the slippery softness draping over his arms and legs and hanging loose over his narrow torso. He’d woken past noon to find a new set of neatly folded garments and a locked door. He’d eyed both with an uncomfortable surge of resentment, wrapped his sore, naked body in the blanket and nestled as close to a way batman escort out as he could get. But there was no real way out. He knew it in what was left of his blood. He could go and it wouldn’t be over. He would always be here inside himself. He’d come alive here.

He’d died here.

Died so beautifully.

Death wasn’t supposed to be beautiful.

He combed his fingers into his tangled hair and massaged his scalp. His brain felt like a lump of wet moss. He dropped his head forward and his neck smarted. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to look in the mirror, but he could feel the wound she’d left on his throat like two pins were holding his tendons together. It ached to his spine. The ache was sweet. He hated that it was sweet. His whole body was tender, muscles strained from that nightmarish hurtle through the night, bruises on his back from the hard, slate tiles of the roof. His chest kept squeezing and his eyes were hot underneath. He felt skinned, even the lap of the blanket like a cat’s tongue. He took a deep, slow breath. He filled with the smell of wood smoke and the herbal tea left with his clothes.

He closed his eyes and listened to the rain. It deadened his thoughts.

Drum. Drum. Drum.

Then another drum, out of time.

The door.

Sparrow’s heart pounded, the apathy shooting from him in a spike of panic. He sat up straight, fists clutching the blanket, and stared like a rabbit across the room.

The knock came again. His pulse tripped over it.

A gruff voice came muffled through the oak. “Sparrow? It’s Cyrus.”

Sparrow’s throat closed, his wound twinging. The memory of the burly man hauling bloody bodies washed his vision.

Cyrus murmured dully through the door. “I’m here to tend your wound, may I come in?”

Sparrow couldn’t speak. He glanced about for a hiding spot, but everywhere just put his back against a different wall. He grit his teeth and curled his toes to spring.

The scraping of a key. A harsh click. A whisper of wood. The creak of a heavy boot. Cyrus stepped weightily into the room, carrying a wooden box and a bland, unreadable expression. He closed and relocked the door behind him. Sparrow watched the little, silver key vanish into the cavernous pocket of his coat. Cyrus turned to face him, staying at the opposite side of the room, a bear crossing the path of a fox. His thick eyebrows lowered a fraction. “You’re not dressed, are you sick?”

Sparrow’s pulse thumped weakly in his veins. The feel of his blood moving spiralled last night’s events through his mind and made his stomach lurch, then flutter in excitement. He swallowed the unpleasantly pleasing sensation down and kept his gaze warily on Cyrus, the fox watching the bear for danger.

Cyrus didn’t move. His stance was easy, his broad shoulders low.

Sparrow rolled his jaw and spoke hoarsely through his tender throat. “You said the clothes she gave me were from visitors.”

Cyrus nodded.

“Visitors or victims?”

Cyrus’ face tightened infinitesimally.

Sparrow jerked his head at the folded pile of clothes on the bed. “Whose shirt was that?”

Cyrus’ peat eyes darkened another shade. “I don’t remember.”

“Is he dead?”

Cyrus’ chest rose and fell in the odd mimicry of taking a breath that did nothing to enliven his eyes or speech. “He died happy.”

Sparrow looked sullen back to the rain. “That’s worse.”

Cyrus said nothing. The clouds loomed low and more mercury shadows streaked down the glass and painted Sparrow’s bare, warm-toned skin in the colours of grim winter. He regarded the boy calmly, cataloguing the creases in his brow and at the corners of his mouth, the new well-depth to his brown eyes, the pink smudging over his fine neck. He let out something like a sigh. He walked softly to the window seat, picking up a chair on route. He dropped the chair beside Sparrow and lowered himself into it. He shrugged off his coat and let it fall with a thud to the floor out of Sparrow’s reach, so he couldn’t pickpocket the key. But the idea didn’t seem to have occurred to the lad. He kept gazing dimly out of the window, his body folding tighter and crumpling away from Cyrus. Cyrus rolled up his grey sleeves and unlatched the box. “Show me your neck.”

Sparrow could smell turned, musty earth and something sticky under it, like rotting vegetables. His pulse had slowed again, but he could still feel it too harshly under his skin. He thought vaguely about being afraid of what was in the box and what Cyrus would do to him and how he might escape. He listlessly drew his hair over his shoulder and exposed his wound, letting the blanket wilt down his upper arm. He blurred his eyes in the interlace of raindrops. He felt Cyrus lean closer; no breath fell on him, but the scent darkened.

“Good, almost gone.”

A flicker of surprise pulled Sparrow back to a measure of clarity. He turned to Cyrus with a frown. “But it felt so deep.”

Cyrus’ empty eyes roved scientifically around yalova escort the edges of the twin punctures, now two round, rhodonite marks set into a marzipan flush and a smear of plum bruising. “The bite ends with the release of a coagulant,” he said flatly.

Sparrow blinked at him.

“Something to clot the blood,” he explained. “And it aids with healing and against infection.”

Sparrow moved his shoulders subtly, testing the soreness in his neck. The ache was like the burn of labour, it wasn’t sharp, it didn’t tear like he felt it should. He frowned in further surprise. “Why?”

“Can you imagine how it would be for you if your goats died from a single milking?”

Itchy heat shot up Sparrow’s back. “I am not a goat.”

Cyrus looked unmoved. “You’re more like a goat than you are anyone in this house.”

Sparrow’s lips pursed around grinding teeth. “Because I’m kept and fed on?”

“Because you’re alive.”

Sparrow pressed his lips together. He stared at the great, grey man, at the sallowness of his skin, the dry dullness of his thicket of curls, the stone stillness of him, the graveness. He looked sharply away.

“May I touch your neck, to apply some salve?” Cyrus asked gently.

Sparrow hesitated, glancing at the limestone chips of Cyrus’ fingernails. He nodded. Cyrus pulled a pot out of the wooden box and opened it with a quiet pop. The scent of rich beeswax and tangy marigold and prickling lavender bloomed into the stale air. Sparrow kept his eyes down on the soaking wildflower beds far below and tensed at the first touch of rough fingers, his body flitting into high alert with a flare of pain in his wound. He sucked the tingling, floral scent of the balm and forced himself to relax his muscles, the pain dwindling. Cyrus’ touch was firm, grounding, the pressure sinking through Sparrow’s flesh and wrapping his soreness in soft fleece. The salve made his rough fingers silken, the waxy substance layering a protective coat onto the wound. The bite.

The bite.

Every press on it sent a small shimmer through Sparrow, half pain, half… something else. His mind fogged with the heat of her body, the blaze of fire in her hair, in her brilliant eyes, the crush of flesh, the beating of wings, the rush of a howling gale, the piercing ecstasy of her teeth breaking his skin and her lips and tongue sweeping flame over his nerves. A thought wormed its way through the fray of images. His gaze stole back to Cyrus. “I don’t think I ever told you I was a goatherd.”

“No.”

“So…” His stomach fluttered with a hope that made him feel foolish. “So she’s talked about me?”

Cyrus’ fingers paused, then began to circle again. “Yes.”

“What does she say?”

The thick fingers curled away, leaving his throat soothed and supple and shining. “That isn’t my right to repeat.”

Sparrow’s voice dropped to the volume of a mouse’s footsteps. “Does she laugh at me?”

Cyrus raised his eyes from where he was busying himself with the box. “Why would you ask that?”

A crackling bitterness rose in his muted voice. “The stupid peasant boy who thought he was her lover and that everything was so easy and wonderful and never even realised, even with all the obvious…” His throat corked. He glared at his knees. His eyes swam scalding. He blinked urgently.

Even with the dullness of Cyrus’ eyes, he could feel his gaze on him, unsettlingly soft, almost sympathetic. “She doesn’t laugh at you.” He spoke like velvet and sandpaper rubbing together. “She refers to you as her Little Adonis.”

“What’s that?”

“Adonis was a young man who was so beautiful and sweet that the goddess of love herself fell for him. Deeply. She raised him. She protected him fiercely. She had all the world sing his worthiness. He was her favourite.”

The words fell like blossom over Sparrow’s fragile heart. The pricking in his eyes intensified, became unbearable. His chest swelled with water. He blinked again and the room misted into a wash of blue. The tears that had swilled silently in the depths of his body for hours suddenly fountained to the surface. He let out a feeble, choking noise and hastily buried his face in his forearms as the first seismic shudders hit him. And hit him again. Harder. His body rocked with tears. He felt them brewing in his gut and shoving past his organs to flow searing from his eyes. The blanket drenched against his face, the fibres gumming to his cheeks. Convulsions went through his throat and under his wound. He sobbed and shook, his gulps and gasps buffeting the rumble of rain. The fear and shame and grief poured out of him and drowned him in a whirlpool, spiralling down, down, down.

Cyrus tutted as if at a fussing pony. He planted his huge paw between Sparrow’s trembling shoulder blades and rubbed in rhythmic circles. The blanket slipped and let him touch the warm, bare skin. Sparrow felt the heavy touch absorb the waves pulsing up his body, a magnet pulling the scratching iron filings out of his system and leaving him raw, but balmed. ordu escort Cyrus had no heat, no force, no sudden moves. It was like leaning against an ancient oak. Raining onto an ancient oak. Sparrow felt like rain, a cloud ripping open and gushing into soft, sodden earth. He lost definition between himself and the deluge outside. He tumbled into it, let it break him apart and bury him in the ground. She was so wonderful, she was so good, he was so lost and she had found him, and now…

And now…

What now?

His mouth went dry as he hauled a breath in through the fine wool. He focused on the millstone kneading of Cyrus’ hand and gradually felt himself reform around the spreading pressure. Almost reform; he wasn’t exactly solid, but he had some shape again. The tears heaved out of him until he was ragged and void. The drumming rain echoed in his ears.

Drum. Drum. Drum.

“Get dressed.”

Cyrus’ hand moved away and the sound of the medical box clacking shut woke Sparrow back to the room. He slowly raised his head, eyes stinging in the low light of the hearth. He glowered at Cyrus’ mop of curls. “I won’t wear those clothes.”

“You need to get out of this room,” Cyrus said pragmatically, standing and shaking out his coat from its heap on the floor. “I’m going to take you to the hothouses. But our mistress will be very angry if I let you walk naked in the rain and make you ill.”

Mistress. Her voice whispered it under his skin. Venom. He drew his shoulders up defensively. “I won’t wear them.”

“Do you want to go the hothouses?” There was a note of irritation, the kind used with difficult children.

Sparrow coloured and nodded. “But I won’t wear them.”

Cyrus huffed, encasing himself in his dusty, leather coat. “Fine. I’ll bring you something of mine.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded. His glance caught on Sparrow, like cotton on thorns. He regarded him another moment. Sparrow met his lightless gaze levelly. He nodded again, picked up the medicine box, and strode from the room.

*

The echo of tears left Sparrow uncannily calm, hollowed out and filled with the cool, spring rain. It tap-danced on the hothouse deafeningly, shielding him with rhythmic sound, drowning out the world. Water streamed over the glass, domed roof, veiling the grey sky, enclosing Sparrow in a delicate chrysalis. Its lacework of shadows was lost in the dense cauldron of leaves. Sparrow could have been deep in a far off jungle, somewhere where none of this even existed.

He knelt in one of the lush beds, his small body draped in one of Cyrus’ immense, dark grey shirts. The britches, into which a good three Sparrows could have fit, were tied at his waist with a length of garden twine, all of Cyrus’ belts similarly too big. The clothes were a little shabby, but they smelled clean, the earthy sort of clean that reminded Sparrow of the scent of laundry beaten against river rocks. He was barefoot, Cyrus having carried him across the garden when he had refused to wear even the boots. He leaned forward into the spray of vibrant, rich, purple flowers around him and took a long draught of their fresh, candied scent, covering the lingering scent of the healing balm on his throat and the taste of charred petals that pressed his tongue every time he thought of her.

“My name is Vestalia.”

“I’ve never heard that name before.”

Last night kept trying to haunt him, but every time it did, another memory intervened. He thought of their meeting, of how she’d melted into the firelight and it had caressed her eerie paleness, licking the cut of her jaw, playing on her fingertips, kissing the end of her proud nose. He crawled deeper into the flower bed, soil sinking under his hands and knees. Squat blooms gathered around his fingers, the colour of raw meat. He remembered her red tongue enveloping slices of beef, the way her opulent mouth moved luxuriously around the bite, the points of her teeth gleaming in the candlelight.

“Do you ever feel longing, Sparrow?”

He breathed deep through his mouth, coating his tingling tongue in a layer of exotic juices in the air. And then his tongue was snaking through her flesh, tasting her, starving for her. He was lapping and sucking and swallowing. His throat smarted and he realised his mouth was moving in the present. He bit his lip.

“Do you feel warmer now?”

He closed his eyes and let the misty air of the hothouse salve his neck and smooth his shoulders. The rain lashed the glass. And he was safe from it. Utterly protected. He was precious. He was cared for and doted on, tutored and treated and teased. There was so much softness here. The softness of the bed, the couches, the cushions, the blanketing warmth of the hearths and the gushing green of the flora and the way she held him and smothered him and giggled prettily in his ear. Nothing here was cold. Nothing here was lonely. Nothing here was tough. Nothing here was angry or brutish or sharp.

Except…

“Are you afraid of me?”

“I don’t know.”

He took a steadying breath and fixed his eyes on a crumb of earth on an emerald leaf and forced himself to recall last night. What he could of it. The crazed howling of the wind, the rending terror and grief. The piercing. The pain. The flying. The flames. The moon and the stars and being covered in heat and scent and dream.

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The social engineers of humanity finally completed their great project in the 22nd century CE, when the trends of history finally culminated to overcome humanity’s wastage of spirit by disease, toil, and futile enmities and divisions. A process which began with the founding of the UN proceeded, with some reverses, to unify the various governments of the world into a single state. Humanity, which had stabilized at 10 billion, ceased its horizontal spread over the earth and relocated to giant skyscraper-cities, converting all arable land into farmland. Social and genetic engineering finally bred into existence the New Man, a gregarious individual with high extroversion and low neuroticism who did not suffer from the need to have private ownership of objects or people. It is with such men that the great skyscrapers could house almost a million people each without conflict or descending into the Behavioral Sink.

In these buildings there was such sexual license as to make the Free Love movement blush. Modesty meant nothing when clothes were obsolete, and privacy was next to impossible in such crowded conditions. Sex was given freely to everyone, and monogamy was a dirty word. Once a woman gave birth, the infant was given over to the Crèche to be raised until puberty, when the young adult entered training for what few jobs were needed to maintain the building. The vast majority of people received only enough education to be functionally literate, as the most important skills were social.

Some occupations were challenging and rigorous enough that exceptions had to be made from the nearly classless and egalitarian state of society. Adepts, or Kappas, who became politicians, policemen, or engineers, were selectively bred for various traits in the hatcheries to meet the Colony’s needs. Those Kappas whose line of work required a degree of removal from ordinary society were even granted a measure of privacy and the right to marry another Kappa for the purposes of raising children.

Kappas had a living space about the size of a studio apartment to share with their spouse and however many children (the number of offspring allotted to them determined by Colony need). Everyone else lived alone in a room about 10 square meters, containing their bed, a retractable sink/toilet, and a tele-screen which also functioned as a computer. All dining was done in cafeterias. In fact, most activity took place outside the ‘home’, which a person only occupied half his nights. This will be explained later.

The standard greeting between members of the opposite sex was a kiss, and between same sex individuals, an embrace. Heterosexuality was prevalent and acceptable enough that a man could refuse intimate contact from another man and not violate norms, but refusing an offer of sex from a woman was a serious crime which could land a man in re-education.

Of course, since not everyone was equally blessed with looks or grace, it is inevitable that some people become more popular than others. A variety of entertainers (Musicians, Artists, Derbyball players) existed in the Colonies, some reaching celebrity status. To ensure some level of equal access of all to all, night visits were done by reservations. If a person desired someone in particular, he could enter her name on the telescreen and book a night with her in advance. He could only do this once a week. All other appointments were random. The females did likewise, choosing one man a week to visit during the night.

Visits were alternated by gender. One night, all the women would stay in their rooms to be visited by men. The next, the women would leave their rooms to visit the men. One was locked out of his/her room half of the time, and could only sleep in other people’s beds. The other half of the time, that person would share his/her bed with a stranger. Every room’s door was only accessible through a fingerprint or retina scan, to limit unwanted visits and intrusions. You could only enter your room (during the day or during the nights you stayed at home) or the room of the person you’re assigned the night with.

The New Man had a much higher libido than today’s schlub, but was correspondingly less fertile. Contraception was prohibited and no one knew their fathers. The Colony’s mega-database kept track of such things and prevented incest. The pregnant and women on their periods were still available for nightwalking, as oral and anal sex were completely normalized. Painkillers and lubricant could be delivered to their rooms with the click of a button.

CHAPTER ONE

–Randis–

Randis XE-606 woke up from his thermobed to the familiar blue and orange of his room’s atmospheric simulator. Around him, the OLED walls swirled with grey clouds and dim lights to mimic the dawn, while his bed underneath vibrated in an unpleasant, but not unbearable, pattern. A feminine yawn arose from his side.

“It’s time to get up already? Oh gosh, I’m still pretty tired,” groaned a voice from underneath a tangled mess fethiye escort of red hair. The two of them didn’t do a lot of sleeping last night.

Randis’ stomach growled. He would have to shower before breakfast to avoid offending anyone with the stench of sex and sweat. No doubt, the redhead was thinking the same thing.

“Honey, you thrust really hard into me last night. My pussy’s all sore today.”

“Just head over to the pharmacy, they’ll fix you up with Douche-balm, uh…”

“Marxa FO-329. It’s okay, I don’t learn guys’ names either. Wanna head over to the showers?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Randis hit the light switch, turning off the fake sky, before the two left the room. After this, Marxa wouldn’t be able to enter his room again without him.

The two held hands as they entered the corridor between the domeciles. Hundreds of people were starting to get up and walk to the showers, of all shapes and sizes. It was a vast hodgepodge of skin colors and body types, though none of them would bat an eye.

Randis was a reasonably attractive male within this crowd. He had well-set, masculine features, stood at a taller-than-average 5’8”, and had an attractive amount of chest hair. Women liked a slightly older-looking man, though everyone retained most of their youth thanks to genetic alterations and hormonal therapy. Everyone had working telomerases throughout their lives, so their cells always remained young.

The only signs of age were those that were not linked to bodily deterioration: the growth of body hair, the face’s changes in shape, and some baldness, which was actually seen as contributing positively, some amount of physical variety in men.

Randis himself was thirty-eight, but his muscles, bones and organs were still at their peak. He still had more than half his life to live before his programmed death at 70, and he was enjoying every minute of it. He was about to take a shower with his 18 year old partner from last night, and then it was off to the cafeteria, where he would flirt with some different girls for day sex.

The communal showers were a veritable sea of people and flowing water. This one held a capacity of a thousand, though only a couple hundred were occupying it now. From one tiled wall to another were men and women with all the hues and shades of skin and hair imaginable. Every ‘race’, if one could still conceive of the idea, was represented there, and every mixture in between. Everyone was paired up with their partner from last night except for the occasional unfortunate soul who showered alone, and the lucky man with multiple women around him. That was a breach of courtesy, but not rules.

There were several rows of pipes and spigots for individual use, but during ‘shower hours’ the room was so packed that these were turned off, and water instead came from the ceiling, like rain. The din and rush were tremendous. Randis and Marxa just squeezed themselves into a spot between a large, dark-skinned man fingering a tiny blonde girl who only stood up to his chest, and two pretty boys who were washing each other’s dicks. Such sights were common; testosterone rose higher in the morning, after all. Marxa offered to help the boys out, but they gently refused her.

“They’re lucky I’m reporting them,” she grumbled, before turning to Randis, who had his eyes on an Asian-looking girl ten feet away. “Hey, I’m feeling frisky here,” she reminded him. Randis absent-mindedly fondled her breasts and dipped into her honeypot. The water abruptly stopped. Everyone stopped playing with each other.

SOAP CYCLE IN 3…2…1…

“Close your eyes!” Marxa chirped.

Everyone scrunched their eyes shut and turned their heads down as hair and body wash dripped from the ceiling’s spinning soap jets. Foamy, bubbly soap squirted down haphazardly in a swirling pattern, hitting the tallest people first, dripping down and splashing onto everyone below. You learned quickly during your juvenile years not to get it in your eyes, but most people covered their faces with their hands so as to not breathe it in, either.

SOAP CYCLE FINISHED. APPLY VIGOROUSLY

This is where the fun really took off, as it was basically a grope-fest. Everyone would scrub each other altruistically, leaving the job of cleaning themselves to someone else, usually a complete stranger. Girls would present their breasts and buttocks for grabbing while they in turn would wash the men’s sausages. If you were standing next to some flailing idiot, this is the time when you’re most likely to get soap in your eyes.

Having a strange girl’s gentle hands on your soapy cock and balls was a pleasant sensation, but you’d break social etiquette if you came in the shower. Some nymphos did walk around, however, jerking men off to completion, treating shower time as an opportunity to catch as much cum on their chests as possible. Marxa was one of those girls, and she already left to find a alanya escort circle of men to surround her.

Randis didn’t mind as he was busy sliding his soapy erection between the golden-tan thighs of some platinum blond girl. He didn’t even have to ask; she was happy to have company down there as she held a boner in each hand. The two gentlemen were returning the favor by scrubbing her arms and washing her hair. Randis waited for the shower to resume, so he could wash the soap off his dick and enter her. In the meantime, he was politely cleaning her back for her. A pair of feminine ebony hands was already behind him, scrubbing his abs and pecs.

RINSE CYCLE ON

The torrent resumed, washing away everyone’s dirt and soap. The hands on Randis’ nipples lowered and started wiping the soap off of Randis’ erection. The girl in front of him had already begun stuffing her mouth with both her friends’ cocks when he planted his hands on her hips and spread her cheeks apart.

“Mff!” Luckily she was already aroused, or else it would have been painful to insert his rod into her during a shower.

The black hands that were previously caressing Randis suddenly slipped a finger into his ass. “GOD-“

“Don’t forget about me,” said the owner of those hands.

Frazzled, and a bit aroused at her impudence, Randis withdrew from the platinum blond’s tight pussy, handing her to one of the men she was blowing. “Thanks,” said the man, as he turned the girl around and took Randis’ place inside her, as his friend was nursing his erection between her jaws.

Randis turned to face the obsidian beauty behind him, glancing at her face only a brief second before he plopped the berries of her breasts inside his mouth. He had to thank her for cleaning him so well, after all. She knelt down and eagerly stuffed his penis into her own mouth, tasting what was left of the albino girl’s pussy on his dick after it was exposed to a torrent of water. Her full lips literally made short work of his erection, and she stood back up with a mouthful of cum.

“Woah. It’s usually never this quick,” Randis blushed.

“Sure it isn’t,” the onyx-eyed vixen teased.

Feeling both a sense of duty and wounded pride, Randis blurted “Give me your name! I’ll prove it some time this week.”

“Xandra HG-621. Gotta hurry. I’m booked,” she said temptingly.

The water stayed on just long enough for everyone to finish cleaning themselves and trade names, if they wanted.

The mass of individuals walked out of the showers single file into a long corridor filled with giant fans lining the walls, floor and ceiling, blow-drying everyone with warm air. Beyond this was another giant room, filled with mirrors and grooming equipment. Most men and women separated by sex at this point, since the girls needed more time to brush their long hair.

Breakfast in the cafeteria was a generally brief affair, lacking the socialization of lunch and dinner, though some fraternization took place. People were more interested in getting their meals, which were perfectly balanced for nutrition and energy.

Randis took his tray and waited in line to receive his mealpack, a light sealed container of food, and nutri-milk, a beverage fortified with all the necessary vitamins and minerals. He took his usual purple extra-large pack, with extra protein, and sat at a table full of twenty-something girls. Randis had a much higher sex drive than other men, and even other women. There were 10,000 women on this floor, and he had already slept with over half of them, as well as several hundred women on the floors above and below.

“Mind if I sit here, ladies?” he said as he already sat down. He knew by the way they were eyeballing his big, floppy weiner, that they would already say yes.

“Sure!” came the expected response. Randis hooked his package on one of the table’s slots, and pressed the ‘cook’ button. The package slowly started filling up with steam. After the little beeper sounded, he undid the seal, letting the air out to reveal a cooked protein patty and a big, fluffy carbo- biscuit. He wrapped the former with the latter and ate it like a hot dog, taking sips of his nutri-milk in between bites. The girls couldn’t help but admire his appetite and how he just chowed it all down. Their protein patties were sausage shaped, and their biscuits more like big cookies, and they didn’t eat nearly as much. He must exercise a lot to stay in the shape he did.

“Randis, XE-606,” he introduced himself plainly. Asking someone for his last five was a clear sign of interest. Giving away your last five means you’re confident that people will look you up. Luckily his code was easy to remember due to its assonance. He could see the girls’ faces as they tried to memorize his name. They wasted no time giving him theirs, though he didn’t bother remembering any of them.

“Yanda ZY-919.”

Except a certain green-eyed girl with mousy brown hair. manavgat escort Something about her caused him to study her features a bit more closely. She was certainly beautiful, like hundreds of other women on this floor, but something in her eyes hid something else. Her eyes blinked and dilated as she studied his face closely in return.

“You look really familiar, have we met before?”

“I don’t think so. But you look familiar too,” Randis struggled to remember if he had seen her somewhere before. He would have to come home later and check his history on the tele-screen.

The tip of his exposed penis touched the cold underside of the metal table.

“Yow!” He scooched away, discovering he had an erection. Desensitized as he was, new girls never got him hard just on mere sight alone. Yanda blushed and her friends laughed at the two of them.

“Maybe you two should hook up! After me, of course,” one of the saucier blondes chuckled as she leaned on Randis and kissed his cheek.

“What were you planning on doing today?” asked one of the girls.

“Going for a swim, then jamming with my Synth-band.”

“You play? What instrument?”

“The Swarmer. Just with my friends, you know?”

“Hey no kidding, Yanda plays the Swarmer too!”

“I’m not that good,” the brunette admitted shyly.

“Nonsense! We should jam with your band! Yanda, I mean. The rest of us could be your groupies!”

Randis decided to ditch the swimming session to introduce Yanda and her three friends to his mates in their reserved jam hut, one of the interest rooms in the floor’s massive recreation wing. The adventurous girls were excited to meet musicians, and started taking their seats in the middle of the floor.

“This is Tubal, he plays the Continuum, Nefrit with the Percussioner, and Shangtee with the Eigenharp. My Swarmer’s over there in the corner.”

There were four hammock-pads, suspended from the ceiling around a center hookah. Nefrit pulled out a small sack of Psychedelic jelly beans, handing each girl a fluorescent-patterned bean, and two to Randis so he could catch up with the other jammers.

The artists each took a vaporized Delirium hit from the hookah, to relax their bodies and make their moods more conducive to music. The jelly beans temporarily dissolved the ego, allowing them to send electroencephalic signals from their brains to their instruments without the filter of subjectivity. It also allowed a person to maintain an erection after a dozen orgasms.

The girls, also high on beans, each mounted an artist and began started an organic rhythm with their hips, each girl bucking in unison. With the beat established, it only took a little while for the musicians to find each other’s melody and harmonize.

Yanda stared into Randis, her green irises almost eclipsed in the black sea of her dilated pupils. He stared back into her pools, seeing them as a black window into space. He stepped through her eyes into space, rising above the green Earth, filling the room with the uplifting sounds of his Swarmer. Her tight canal gently milked his shaft, squeezing out his worries and cares.

The other players grokked with his astral journey, unaware that it was inspired by a woman. They added in their celestial tunes, each one reflecting a mind’s expansion and transcendance from earthly limits. The symphony rose from Earth until it vanished as a small speck of dirt, until only the humming stars could be discerned. Every instrument emitted a low vibration. Likewise, all the girls had ceased their thrusting, and grasped their partner’s poles with their quivering pussies.

Harmonized by positivity, each member was confident to take his instrument to new heights, filling the room with sweeping arpeggios of different speeds. The girls resumed their motions to her master’s tempo, enslaved by his rhythm. Everyone reached the first orgasm, which was quickly followed by two more in this heightened state of ecstasy.

Randis’ penis was Yanda’s only anchor to the world, and she clenched it tightly like one would a rope to save from drowning, only she wanted to drown. She gripped and squeezed with every thrust, trying to prevent his penis from escaping her deepest reaches, yet she needed him to leave so he could re-enter her, bringing in new waves of pleasure upon arrival. This tug and pull, the pain of separation and the ecstasy of union, introduced a duality to her partner’s mind. Minor chords started dotting the musical landscape, introducing darkness and sadness to the euphoria of the major chords until both were in balance with each other. Life and death played an eternal game of chase, and light and darkness gave existence to each other.

Randis’ mind was filled with a contemplative mood, and his Swarmer dropped out of the harmony, letting the others continue as a Triad. He looked around the room, seeing his friends playing their instruments while being ridden by pixies. Nefrit’s girl was slowly cradling her hips back and forth, while Tubal’s bounced on him in short, staccato bursts. Shangtee’s blonde nymph was slamming him so loud the noises of their genitals clapping together could be picked out from the music. Yet none of them were in discord with each other despite the fact they were engaged in separate acts of lovemaking with their own levels of passion.

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Greetings, and I hope you enjoy the second installment of my story. If you have not yet read “Chapter 1: Discovery” I strongly recommend doing so as this is not a stand-alone tale. Thanks in advance for any constructive feedback.

The usual disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in erotic scenes are over 18, even when not explicitly stated.

* * * * * *

THE FALLEN

CHAPTER 2: REVELATION

I awaken from a very pleasant dream with a warm, wet sensation down below.

My first, terrified thought is, ‘Oh shit! I’m peeing Danni’s bed!’

My second thought is, ‘Since when does peeing feel this good?’

Then I feel a hot tongue slide inside me and lick slowly outward and upward before a lovely pair of lips suckles on my clit.

“Oooooh,” I moan.

“Good morning, Erykah,” Danni says around her mouthful of my muff.

I’m going to reply, but Danni goes back to giving me morning head. All I can do is whimper in delight.

She pauses briefly to ask, “Want me to stop?”

“Nooooo,” I manage to sigh. “Don’t you dare…”

Thankfully, she goes back to what she was doing.

My hands travel down there, under the covers, and I gently stroke Danni’s hair while her tongue gently strokes me. My lover treats me to a long, sensuous licking and sucking. She slowly teases an orgasm closer and closer to the surface, my heavy breathing and moans letting her know she’s doing just fine.

It’s building for so long that when I finally cum I’m practically humping Danni’s luscious mouth. My hands flash outward and press into the mattress, and I arch my back as the best morning I’ve ever had washes over me.

My “big O” tapers off, and Danni gives me one last little suck down there before she plants a few wonderful kisses against my sensitive valley. She climbs upward and lays against me, her ice blue eyes gazing lovingly into the green of mine.

“Good morning,” she repeats with a huge smile on her angelic face.

“Yes it is!” I laugh wholeheartedly.

Danni leans down, and I can tell she wants a kiss.

“Oh, honey, I’ve got morning breath,” I protest, trying not to exhale as I speak.

Danni kisses me anyway, and I can smell and taste my own musky flavor on her lips as she gives me a few quick pecks. She stares at me with a desirous look for a few seconds before starting to climb upward again.

“Does somebody want their turn?” I ask with a cheesy grin as I yank the pillow out from under my head and shimmy downward a bit.

“Mmm hmm,” Danni nods and positions her eager sex over my waiting lips.

I love every second of it as Danni face-fucks me, her hips grinding a slow, steady rhythm against my mouth. I find that spot she loves and give it everything I have. Soon Danni’s whole body is shaking with the buildup of ecstasy.

“God Erykah!” she cries out when she cums in my mouth. “Oh god yes right there don’t stop sucking oh yeah oh yeah oooooooh god!”

* * * * * *

I think I must have fallen back asleep after our lovemaking. Danni is cuddled against me as I wake up for the second time this morning. I feel her fingers tracing circles over one of my petite breasts.

“Good morning again, lover,” Danni repeats for a third time.

“Best morning ever,” I smile. “What time is it anyway?”

I glance over to the clock on Danni’s nightstand.

“Oh crap! It’s 8:30 we’re late for school!” I blurt out in sudden panic, though Danni just lays there all chill.

She looks at me with one raised eyebrow and says, “It’s Saturday, sweetie.”

I exhale and lay my head back down feeling like the world’s biggest dork.

Danni asks, “So, what you wanna do today?”

“We could just do this all day,” I say with a silly giggle.

“Mmm, that would be nice,” Danni agrees, “but I thought maybe we could go on a shopping date?”

“Shopping for what?” I ask dubiously, thinking about how little cash I had in the bank.

“Oh, you know…clothes…shoes…toys…”

“Toys?” I chuckle. “What are we, six years old?”

Then it hits me what she meant. Damn, I am the world’s biggest dork.

“Oh…toys,” I mutter knowingly.

“And clothes and shoes,” Danni giggles.

“I’m kind of tapped out, though,” I admit woefully.

“I’m asking you out, silly,” Danni explains and gives me a little peck on the nose. “That means I buy.”

“Oh, I got myself a regular sugar mommy ovah myah,” I chuckle.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yesh,” I drawl.

I absolutely love how I’m so comfortable with Danni that I can be my own dorky, silly self around her.

Danni grins playfully and says, “Oh I’m gonna buy you such nice things…you’ll be aching to jump my bones when we get home.”

“But we are home,” I tell her with waggling eyebrows.

“Shopping first, then bone jumping,” Danni tries to say with a straight face, but she giggles slightly.

“Shower first? Then shopping and bone jumping?” I play along.

“Yeah, a shower makes sense,” Danni nods. karabük escort “Kind of rude to show up at the mall smelling like the best sexy-time I’ve ever had.”

My ego swells a little at that comment, and even though she’s just playing around I know she means it. She’s right, though. Between this morning and our amazing evening last night we smell pretty strongly of our lovemaking.

“Well, you know,” I muse, “We could save time by combining the showering with the bone jumping. Kill two birds with one stone and all that.”

“You make a good point,” Danni grins mischievously. “Let’s go.”

Yay!

More shower sex!

* * * * * *

Oh god this is so fucked up this is so fucked up!!!

There’s absolutely no traffic in this part of the city this late at night, so I only slow down a bit for the red light ahead and check both ways real quick. I stomp down the gas pedal and send the car roaring through the empty intersection like the devil himself is on our asses.

The terrible moans of agony coming from the back seat make me seriously wonder how in the hell I’m holding my shit together.

And why the fuck isn’t this fucking thing working?!?

“GPS!” I practically shout at the car’s built in device. “Nearest hospital!”

It shows me the same random spot in the neighborhood we’re already in.

“Fuck!” I bellow at it.

“It’s still not working?” Danni asks nervously.

“No,” I shake my head in frustration.

How in the bloody balls did my day go from “utterly wonderful” to “train wreck” so damn fast?

Here I am in my brother’s car with Danni in the back seat holding Trina’s head in her lap. Trina is bleeding all over the place and moaning like she might die at any second. Plus, there’s a maniac with a sword chasing us who can run faster than a galloping horse, the same nut job who used Trina as a pincushion…twice. Oh, and to top it all off…Trina isn’t human! Not completely at any rate.

My head is spinning with so much “wtf?” right now that I seriously don’t know how I’m keeping my shit together.

I strongly suspect the car’s messed up GPS is the doing of the crazy, bleeding-to-death bitch in the back seat. Along with getting Danni and I lost in this bad neighborhood, it’s probably her fault we almost got carjacked, raped, and killed by a couple of crack-heads. One of whom I think I may have killed…accidentally. No, actually I’m pretty certain he’s dead.

If not for Danni’s insistence there’s no way I’d be driving that crazy bitch Trina anywhere, let alone to the nearest hospital.

Er, trying to drive that crazy bitch to the nearest hospital. Damn GPS.

Not to mention all the other weird shit.

Oh, did I forget to say that a light-speed lunatic with a sword and an inhuman, dying girl in my back seat aren’t the only strange things that have happened so far tonight?

Heh. I’m probably not making much sense. Maybe I should start at the beginning…

* * * * * *

Danni and I spend a good chunk of our morning in her shower, only a small portion of which is used for actual washing. I’ve got to hand it to the folks who built this dorm, though. They sure didn’t skimp on the water heaters.

We eat breakfast afterward, and as we talk I keep finding my eyes drawn to Danni’s lovely mouth and long, delicate fingers. I never thought I’d see another woman’s lips and fingers as sexual organs and get turned on just by looking at them.

I really have to exert some self-control not to drag Danni back to her bed for round three, and I find myself really glad I’m not a guy. Otherwise I’d be sitting here with a rock-hard erection tenting my pajama bottoms.

How embarrassing would that be? Not so much when it’s just Danni and I, but the possibilities for public humiliation are many and manifold. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure how guys do it — run around with those things swinging from between their legs. What a hassle it must be.

We finish breakfast, and I give Danni a quick kiss good-bye before heading to my own room to get dressed for the day. There are a few other girls in the hallway, and they give me odd looks as I emerge from Danni’s room at eleven in the morning still in my jammies. I find I don’t care what they suspect or think they know. Let the rumors fly.

Water off a duck’s back. That’s all that stuff is to me.

Once in my own room I quickly put on a long, black skirt, a white summer shirt, and a grey knit sweater. I brush my hair and teeth, grab my big, black purse, then head back to Danni’s room.

She lets me in, and my eyes widen at her stunning outfit. She’s wearing white hip-hugger jeans with sandals on her dainty feet. Over her chest is a powder blue, split-sleeve, midriff top that shows off her smooth and touchable tummy. Her face has a light, simple application of makeup that only serves to accentuate her natural beauty.

Oh my god she’s so gorgeous.

She looks so osmaniye escort hot and sophisticated. The only other clothing I’ve seen her in is the plain school uniforms we all wear and her pajamas. Oh, and her birthday suit (yum), though that technically isn’t clothing. Seeing her this way is a pleasant shock to my eyes. Danni could easily make a career of modeling if she wanted.

I compare it to what I have on, these simple, shrouding clothes that are probably a hair too big for me, and I can’t help but feel like a total frump. I kick myself for never learning fashion or even gaining a minimal sense of what would look good on me. No wonder she wants to buy me some clothes.

“You aren’t going to be…embarrassed…to be seen with me like this, are you?” I ask self-consciously as I hold up my arms and look at my grandmotherly ensemble.

“Oh, Erykah no,” Danni says emphatically, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Don’t think that! I just wanted to buy you something special.”

She pulls me in for a tight, warm embrace.

Danni continues, “You are so amazingly sexy, and it’s really cute that you don’t seem to know it yet. I just want the rest of the world to be able to see what I see, to see how beautiful you are.”

Squee!

My heart melts, and I hug Danni fiercely, wanting to never let go.

“Now call us a taxi while I find my purse,” Danni requests eventually.

“Taxi shmaxi,” I grin. “I have a brother who owns a car.”

* * * * * *

It takes some sweet-talking, but I convince Christopher to let me borrow his car. He has football practice all day anyway, so he won’t need it.

Oh, and coincidentally I was right. My brother is a jock.

It’s a little after noon, and Danni and I are finally in the city at some boutique or another…I forget the name. We practically have the place all to ourselves at the moment, the only other person here the saleswoman. She acts kind of snooty toward us, as if a pair of teenage women had no business being here.

I’ve always been ambivalent about clothes shopping, but I think that’s mostly because I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to fashion. It’s kind of eerie how Danni is able to grab stuff that fits me perfectly. Somehow she can tell my sizes regardless of the type or manufacturer of each piece.

Well, I suppose she did get a really good look at me last night.

Eventually we decide on three new outfits. Two are in a shopping bag, and I’m wearing the third.

I’m now dressed in a pair of black, flair-bottomed hip-hugger jeans. It feels so weird to have on pants like these. I never felt I had the butt for them, but Danni had insisted they’d look good on me.

A dark crimson, sweetheart-neck top covers my chest. The shirt is very spare, covering down to just below my bust-line and showing even more of my midsection than Danni’s midriff shirt.

She also insisted on buying me a pair of black leather heeled boots that rise partway up my shins. With these boots I’m now a smidgen taller than Danni.

She and I stand side-by-side in front of a full-length mirror, and I can’t help but remark how striking we are together. I look at Danni’s short, blond hair, white jeans, and powder blue shirt that matches her ice blue eyes. Then I look at my long and black hair, black jeans, dark red top, and dark green eyes.

We’re like light and dark, yin and yang. I marvel at the green-eyed girl staring back at me.

Is this really me?

Who is this sexy mitten I see in the mirror?

Danni is staring at me, too, as she remarks, “I’m so jealous of your abs. God they’re so tight and buff.”

I blush a little at my lover’s unsolicited compliment and mutter, “I used to go jogging a lot…before.”

“I told you,” Danni laughs in a light, airy, and carefree voice. “You’re hot Erykah. You just needed someone to show you.”

I lean over, placing my arms around Danni’s neck from the side, and plant a big, wet kiss against her cheek.

“Thanks,” I whisper gratefully into her ear. “Now what should we do?”

“Now we go to the mall and get you some more outfits,” Danni grins. “A girl’s gotta have stuffs, right?”

“Why did we come here then?” I wonder aloud. “This place is so expensive.”

I’d almost dropped a brick when I saw the total for the outfits Danni had bought me.

“Because I knew there wouldn’t be many people here,” Danni winks. “I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable trying out something new.”

Wow. She’s beautiful, sensitive, and smart?

“You’re amazing, Danni,” I gush as I look at her with total adoration. “I love you.”

She looks at me and smiles, her face mirroring my own expression.

“I love you, too, Erykah,” Danni replies. “It makes me so happy you trust me enough to let me do this for you.”

* * * * * *

We’re at the mall now, walking from store to store and occasionally buying things. Danni’s judgment and fashion sense is so spot-on marmaris escort that I don’t even bother trying on the clothes before she buys them for me. We spend a couple pleasant hours together just wasting time and having fun.

One thing I’ve noticed, though, is how many stares we’re drawing from the men and teenage boys around us as we walk through the crowded thoroughfares. Heck, even a lot of the other women sneak furtive glances our way, the looks on their faces bespeaking envy and, in a few cases, desire. My ego is exhaustively stroked by the time we stop at the food court for a little snack.

I resolve then and there not to let my newfound confidence turn me into one of those stuck-up girls who thinks she’s too good for other people. I’m still just Erykah Gray, dork…sci-fi nerd…and now hottie. Still, that last one brings a shit-eating grin to my face.

As we wait in line I lean over and whisper to Danni, “That goth chick in the fuck-me boots has been checking you out hard.”

Danni doesn’t turn to look, but guesses, “You mean the one with all the Wiccan jewelry?”

“Yeah.”

“Nope,” Danni says quietly. “She’s been checking you out.”

“Okay,” I compromise, “she’s been staring at us both then.”

“Maybe,” Danni shrugs. “Maybe you should go say hi.”

I can tell Danni is only joking, so I kid back, “You go say hi and stick your tongue in her ear.”

I giggle.

“Shhh,” Danni shushes me softly, “she’s walking over here!”

Sure enough, I watch out of the corner of my eye as the woman saunters closer and closer to us. I’m suddenly and inexplicably nervous as she approaches. There’s something really unusual about this woman, and I’m not talking about her appearance.

Danni and I turn to look at her. She’s tall and willowy, with raven-black hair that’s even longer and darker than mine. I can see intricate and mysterious tattoos barely poking up past the neckline of her black jabot shirt. Tight black leather pants and a same-colored pair of stiletto boots clothe her lower half. I’d guess her age at somewhere around the mid twenties. She’s pretty, but her attractiveness is marred, in my opinion, by the heavy, goth-style application of makeup on her face.

There’s a mysterious scent around her. It’s not unpleasant, but rather exotic and alien, unlike anything I’ve smelled before…or is it? Though I can’t identify the smell, it’s vaguely familiar.

I notice one of those pin-on buttons attached to her shirt. At it’s center is the image of a buxom woman dressed in a skimpy but cliché witch’s outfit, seated atop a broom and complete with pointed hat. Arranged around the image are the words ‘Get a taste of religion / Lick a witch’.

“Hello,” the woman greets us from several paces away.

“Um…hi?” I return, an involuntary giggle passing my lips as I try to mask my unease.

I thought I was past this being painfully shy crap. Why is this woman making me feel this way? It’s like her eyes are staring right through me. Wait…no…that’s not right. It’s more like her eyes are staring into me. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being examined and judged.

“Hiya,” Danni smiles to the woman, obviously not suffering from my unwelcome social skittishness.

“Say,” the woman begins, flicking a lock of hair over one shoulder, “would either of you happen to have a cigarette I could bum?”

“Sorry,” I shrug with an apologetic look. “We don’t smoke.”

The woman nods slowly, her distant, piercing eyes still aiming right at me. I have to wonder what she’s on right now.

She says, “Probably for the best. Smoking is very, very bad for you…like breathing Drano and ash.”

Danni cocks her head slightly and asks, “Then why do you smoke?”

The woman’s eyes move slowly to Danni. Okay, so it’s not just me. Danni squirms a little under the woman’s gaze, and I can tell she’s feeling the same thing I’d felt a moment ago.

The strange woman says, “Oh…I don’t smoke.”

“What?” I chuckle, a nervous edge in my voice I can’t hide.

What’s this woman’s game? Is she hitting on us? If so this is the strangest flirting I’ve ever seen.

“I don’t smoke,” she repeats before leaning in closer.

She’s in my bubble, uncomfortably close now, when she inhales deeply to sniff the air around Danni and I.

“Hmmm,” the woman hums. “Interesting.”

Danni pulls me backward and protectively steps in front of me to confront the woman.

“What’s your deal, lady?” my blond champion asks

“No deal,” the woman replies and leans back, lifting her hands in a placating gesture. “Sorry.”

She walks around us and makes to leave.

“See you later,” the very strange woman says as she saunters away.

“I hope not,” Danni mutters under her breath. “Weirdo.”

“My name is Emma, by the way,” her voice floats to us through the crowd as she disappears into the mass of shoppers.

* * * * * *

After our odd encounter in the food court we’re pretty much done shopping at the mall, so we eat our food, gather up the clothing and shoes Danni purchased for me, and make our way to the parking lot.

We load the shopping bags into the cargo area of my brother’s virtually brand new Subaru Outback, and I drive us across town. The built-in, voice activated GPS makes it easy to find the nearest adult entertainment store.

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*****

Last Gasp

John was sitting at his desk in his office in Kentucky with George who was sitting across from him. John and George were going over the quarterly sales figures. Actually, George was going over the quarterly sales figures. John was staring out the window of his office day dreaming and thinking about the past twenty years of his life.

He had moved his company and employee’s to Owensboro, a medium size city on the Ohio River. It was a peaceful little community, which welcomed their business and the opportunities that such a company as John’s offered them. Jenny and John had bought a small ranch just outside of the city where they could spend their final years together.

Michelle and Susan’s families had also relocated to Owensboro where Susan and Michelle ran a free clinic with several other doctors, most of them from Chicago. George and Mark now worked for John’s company as did so many other old friends from Chicago. On the weekends you could find the three couples at John’s ranch enjoying each other’s company and watching the children play with the dogs or riding the horses.

Several years had passed, since the year they spent together in what used to be Chicago. The government had tried to cause trouble for John and his company in the aftermath of that fiasco, but after a couple of conversations with the President and some of the political leader in Congress, they gave up.

Things were peaceful and pleasant. John’s company kept inventing things that everyone wanted and they kept making money hand over fist. Life was good. Weekends spent with friends and family. Days spent working.

John and Jenny spent every moment they could together. And if Jenny wasn’t with John you would find Susan or Michelle with him. When he was at the office George or Mark would be close by.

Jenny had enlisted their four friends to help keep her husband alive as long as possible. She knew how he died and kind of when he died. What John told her is he would die of a heart attack when he was alone. If he was somewhere with people he wouldn’t die, but if he was alone he would. Even if Sally was with him, he would die.

So Jenny made sure he was never alone. Somebody was always with him. Michelle, Susan, George, Mark or herself, always someone, always a real flesh and blood person.

Eventually, John stepped down from running the company. For the past couple of years they had found more and more young people who, like John and the others, knew their futures. What they were doing was pulling the future into the here and now and making a pretty bundle.

Every new seer was made a partner in the company. They owned an equal share. It was theirs until the day that they died. Michelle, Susan and their husbands were also partners, along with those people who had stayed to help in Chicago.

The company handled hundreds of government contracts, contracts for almost every item that the company made. The only thing that John mandated was the company never to sell the government a Class I shield or an AI. They could have Class II Buster units and Class III Shield technology but nothing higher.

There was one other thing that John did that no one else had thought of doing. He used the six nuclear fusion furnaces that had decimated Chicago, to supply electricity to half the nation. From the Rocky Mountains to the Smoke Mountains, power was supplied by giant photovoltaic cells placed around the six candles.

Six giant globular structures went up three months after they left Chicago. Six structures blocking the light of the candles, which absorbed every erg, every photon, converting it to clean electric power. Power that once John’s company dumped it into the power grid caused the price of a kilowatt of electricity to drop to almost nothing. Most other electric generating plants became backups to the candle plants or were freed up to generate electricity for the east and west coasts.

On any given day there were only three places that John would be found. At the office, even though he had turned the reins over to George and Mark, he still liked to keep abreast of the goings on. The second place you could find him would be the clinic that he had built on the outskirts of town. It included a surgical suite, an ambulatory care facility, along with the clinic. All procedures and visits were free. The doctors and staffs salaries, along with the supplies and instruments, were paid for by John’s Company.

It was their contribution to the people of the city and state they enjoyed living in. The saying, ‘you get what you pay for’ was being turned around at the clinic to be ‘the best things in life are free’. After three years in business, the clinic was handling cases from around the globe. There were doctor who were tops in their field clamoring to work at the clinic, for far less money than they were getting fethiye escort now. There was even talk of building a full facilities hospital across the street from the clinic.

The third place you would find John was home, at his ranch. Where he would be tending to the horses or playing with Susan and Michelle’s children or playing with the dogs.

For those who had given their time and heart for a year, life was good. They were all working, almost all at jobs they loved. Those few who weren’t still had a good clean place to live and a job they could be proud doing.

John was now sixty-two although he looked younger, much younger. The ladies in his life were quite a bit younger than he. Jenny, being the oldest, was fifty-five. Michelle was only a few months older than Susan at forty-six. George and Mark were the same ages as their wives. It was amazing to John how Michelle and Susan still loved him, even at his doddering old age. But love him they did.

There was many a time one of the three women would try to get him into their bed or his bed as the case me be. He never rebuffed them and wound up happy and satisfied each time. Jenny was no longer jealous of having to share him with the other two loves of his life and after a while encouraged the affairs.

Jenny was also surprised that two young men tried often to get her in their beds. Although she didn’t trip often, the times she did she was not sorry.

About the sixth year after settling in Owensboro, Jenny was called away from home for one of the charities she was involved with. John was left to his own devices. He wasn’t alone as Jenny had made arrangements with Susan and Michelle to alternate days to tag along with him as each doctor could manipulate their schedules at the clinic.

On the second day after Jenny left, John woke with Michelle lying next to him. She was propped up on her elbow watching him. He smiled raising his head and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and winked at him.

“You know what Jenny is afraid of don’t you?”

“Yes. And I appreciate you and Susan and your husbands helping her with her fears.”

“Is it true though? Or is it a fiction just to get me or Susan into your bed so often?”

“That’s a strange question after all these years. It’s not fiction. I will die alone.”

“But you don’t know when and where, do you?”

“I know where. I will die in a hotel room in Denver Colorado. I just don’t know when.”

“What happens if Susan and I decide not to be with you anymore?”

“I don’t know, let’s see…” John paused closing his eyes for just a second. “I will die here in bed, alone.”

“Oh. Or are you just saying that?”

“Ask one of the other seers if you don’t believe me. They should all know the place of my passing. One of them may even know the approximate date.”

“Have you talked with any of them?”

“No, I really don’t want to know.”

“So you haven’t really looked to find out what the date would be?”

“No. And I won’t. I don’t want to know when I die. Would you?”

“No, I guess I wouldn’t. Why Denver? What’s there that you need to go there?”

“I don’t know and I don’t want to know. There must be a reason I’m there, although when I looked last I found no reason for being there. And no, I’m not looking again.”

“Alright, so what’s the plan for today?” Michelle smiled at John as she stroked his cheek.

“I don’t know. I have no plans. Do you have to be at the clinic today?”

“No, I took the day off,” Michelle said with a smile. John smiled back at her as she leaned in and gently kissed his lips briefly.

Michelle giggled as John reached up and tickled her ribs. As he continued she jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. John lay back smiling at the ceiling wondering how he had come to have such a wonderful life, with such wonderful friends and three beautiful women who loved him.

Michelle came out of the bathroom and jumped back into bed straddling John’s hips. John reached up and tickled her again. Michelle fell to the bed laughing as John rolled over trapping her under him. He kissed her hard on the lips pinning her shoulders to the bed. She moaned with passion as she kissed him back. John rolled off of her on to his back.

“I would really like to continue this, but there are things that need doing.”

“Like what?” Michelle asked.

“Breakfast, coffee, horses to be fed, stalls mucked out, those things. Would you like to help?”

“Sure, why not. Could we go for a horseback ride later?”

“Sure, we’ll bring a picnic lunch.”

“Sounds good to me,” Michelle said bouncing out of bed and heading for the bathroom again.

John followed her into the bathroom and got in the shower with her. The warm water cascading down their bodies was refreshing. They soaped and scrubbed each other, both enjoying the closeness it brought. Rinsing, they dried and got dressed. Michelle beat John down stairs and had the coffee perking as he showed up in the kitchen.

“Eggs and ham?” Michelle asked.

“Yes please,” John answered. alanya escort Michelle cooked breakfast as John checked his email and read the morning news. They ate in silence as Michelle, sitting next to John, read the news with him. After eating John placed the dirty dishes in the sink and grabbing Michelle’s hand as they walked to the barn.

The three dogs came running in from the fields to accompany them. Michelle had grown used to the three happy and energetic canines and petted which ever one came with reach. The horses were whinnying as John and Michelle reached the barn, signaling that they were hungry.

John filled the hay cribs with fresh hay and ran fresh water in to the trough, while Michelle opened the stalls of each horse to let them out into the corral to eat and drink. Once that was done, John and Michelle started to muck out the stalls and spread new straw around in each.

John then brought two horses at a time into the barn so they could be groomed. Michelle loved grooming the horses and they were soon finished. Michelle then ran back to the house to prepare the picnic lunch while John saddled the horses. When Michelle returned from the house with the picnic basket they mounted up and road out into the wilderness that surrounded John’s ranch.

The sun was shining brightly and the air was cool. The grass was green and the flowers were in full bloom as the two rode slowly through the rolling hills. Coming to a small stream that wound through a small valley filled with trees the two halted and dismounted.

Michelle ran to the stream and sitting on a large rock removing her boots and socks so she would wade in the cool water. John tethered the horse within drinking distance of the steam and unstrapped the picnic basket from his horse. He then unstrapped the blanket from Michelle’s horse and walked over to a flat grassy spot close to the stream.

All the while Michelle was giggling and splashing in the cool water. John spread the blanket and lay down watching Michelle. Michelle came running over to where John lay and plopped down next to him on her back. She smiled up at him and caressed his cheek.

“God I love living here,” she said, smiling up at him. “And I do love you.” Her eyes twinkled in the soft filtered sunlight.

“I love you too,” John replied as he leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. Their passion rose as the horses whinnied and nickered beside the stream.

The days were filled with such interludes. Jenny, Susan and Michelle loved living a quite country life, where the days were spent doing what they loved. John loved his life and didn’t want it to end, so he too made sure that there was always someone with him. If Jenny needed to be away, Susan or Michelle were always glad to keep him company when asked. Sometimes Mark or George would accompany them, most of the time they didn’t.

John didn’t care either way. He liked the company when Jenny was away and he liked talking with George or Mark. And if they brought their children his day was made. John and Jenny loved children but had not been lucky enough to be blessed with any of their own. The dogs, even though they were getting on in years, loved the company too. Especially, the children, they loved to play with the children.

The months past, the days were spent having fun working and playing. John soon let the circumstances of his death fade in his mind. Jenny did too, as there was always someone with him.

One day on his way home from the office in Owensboro, John’s car was involved in an accident. He hit his head on the door frame as he was t-boned on the driver’s side. As he faded in and out of consciousness, he felt himself being lifted to a stretcher and placed in the back of an ambulance. He watched and listened as the paramedics started an IV and he faded into unconsciousness.

John woke in what looked like a hospital room. He was hooked up to several IV’s. He had a mask on his face giving him oxygen. He was dazed and groggy. A nurse held his wrist in her hand taking his pulse.

“Well it’s about time Mister Abernathy, we were all beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up,” the nurse said softly.

John closed his eyes wondering why he had not foreseen this little event in his life. There had been no warning, no flash of insight, of his involvement in an auto accident. No glimmer of his being laid-up in a hospital.

And where were Jenny, Michelle and Susan? Why were none of them at his side waiting for him to awake? John opened the door in his memory to the future and saw blackness. His ability to see his experiences into the future appeared to be gone. Maybe it was the bump on the head, maybe it was the medications he was being given. Whatever the reason he could no longer recall memories of his future.

The nurse left shortly after that and John was alone. The door was open and as he gazed out into the hallway he noticed a pretty young woman sitting at the nurse’s station staring at him. She was dressed in street clothes, not nurse’s scrubs or a doctor’s lab coat. John manavgat escort smiled weakly at her and she smiled back but did not move from her chair.

John was very weak and more tired than he had ever felt in his entire life. His eyes closed and he was asleep by his third breath. The woman rose and walked into John’s room, sitting in the chair by his bed she fished a cell phone from her pocket.

“He’s asleep again,” she spoke into the mouthpiece and flipped the device closed. She carefully studied John’s features, memorizing every line of his face. She started to hum to herself as she relaxed back into the chair. Her eyes closed and she was asleep in an instant.

* * * *

When John woke the young lady was beside him, smiling down at him. He closed his eyes as pain rolled over him. He didn’t know where the pain was coming from and didn’t care. He just wanted it to stop. A sharp pain in his arm brought his eyes open and a smile crossed his face as the pain was washed out of his body.

“That’s it, just relax, the pain will be gone in a moment.”

“Wha…”

“Don’t try and talk Mister Abernathy, just lay back and relax.”

John lay there looking at the young lady standing over him. She was not familiar to him and his future self had no knowledge of her or he would know. He closed his eyes and tried to see what was in his future and couldn’t. He tried harder, all of a sudden the pain was back. He winced at the sudden pain throughout his body.

“Mister Abernathy, don’t try to see into the future,” the young lady said as she pressed the needle of the syringe into his arm again.

The pain dissipated almost as fast as it had started, John exhaled in relief.

“What have you done to me?” he queried hoarsely.

“We have temporarily dulled you ability to see into the future. Well actually we just introduced a drug into your body that will cause you intense pain when you try to look into the future. I’m sorry but it was necessary and not my decision.”

“Why?” John croaked.

“We need you not to know some things that are happening right about now.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to know.”

“If it involves my people or company or country I need to know.”

“It doesn’t, but you would be hard pressed not to get involved and we don’t want you to be involved.”

“Why?”

“When it’s over I will explain everything to you. You will also be briefed by several others. And if you’re wondering about the other seers in your company, they are here with you in other rooms of this facility being given the same drug as you so don’t expect a rescue.”

John slumped further into his bed, disheartened to hear that his friends and colleagues had been brought here too. He closed his eyes and thought about Jenny, Michelle and Susan. He thought about how frantic Jenny would be. He thought about how she might construe that he had lied to her about their future together. As he thought about these things he drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

When John woke he found himself, not in the hospital room, but on a bed in what appeared to be a hotel or motel. He was extremely tired and could barely move. He found that he was fully clothed. Struggling he leveraged himself out of bed and hobbled to the window. It was extremely overcast and a steady rain was coming from the heavens. Looking down into the parking lot he saw his car, without damage, had it been a dream of some kind, the hospital, the woman, the pain.

Checking his pockets he found his keys and wallet. Looking on the desk in his room he saw the brochure for the hotel. Picking it up John read; Marriott Courtyard Denver. John was stunned, the brochure slipping from his fingers as he stared at the wall in front of him. He stood transfixed for several moments. Then John picked up the phone, his cell seemed to be missing, and dialed home. Jenny picked up on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Jen, it’s me. I love you. Just remember that please.”

“Oh god, are you hurt? Are you okay? Where are you John?”

“I’m okay so far, but I’m alone.”

“Oh…” John heard as she cried and they were not tears of joy. John’s throat started to tighten as Jenny’s emotions were felt by him.

“I’m in Denver, I’m afraid to say. And I feel like…well…crap. I’m really sorry Jen.” Now John was weeping.

“I know, I know. How?” Jenny asked between sobs.

“I really don’t know darling. I was driving home and then I was in a hospital and then I was here.”

“Oh god,” Jenny said. Then there was a commotion on her end and several voices could be heard. “Michelle and Susan just came in. Yes he’s okay for now. He’s in Denver and he’s alone.”

“Jen. Tell them I love them please.”

“I will, I will. Oh god. Oh god.” John could hear several muffled questioned being asked as Jenny put he hand over the mouth piece.

As John waited he sat in the only chair in the room. He actually felt quite serene and peaceful as he sat back listening to the muffled sounds on the other end of the phone. He suddenly realized he was at peace with the world and himself. He had a wonderful life. He was most fortunate to have loved three beautiful women and had been loved back. He had accomplished much in his life and his legacy would remain. Jenny, Susan and Michelle would see to that. All three women were tenacious and strong willed and would see that the company would continue no matter what.

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