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That night, there was no reason for me to stay in my room while Naomi went down the hall to our grandfather’s. No, tonight when I heard her softly walking past my closed door, I was ready.

Her eyes widened when I opened the door and stepped into the shadows of the hallway, completely naked. She was wearing a sexy pale blue nightie, and I was envious of the outfit and also filled with desire for her.

Naomi’s stare traveled over my body. “Stella, what…”

Without speaking, I gently eased her against the wall and brought my mouth to hers. She moaned as I worked my fingers into the soft waves of her hair, seeking her tongue with my own. When her hips thrust against mine, I smiled against her lips, then slid a hand between her thighs.

My cousin’s moans grew louder, and already I could feel her wetness. Then she was moving her hands all over my bare skin, cupping and squeezing my breasts. “You’re going to spend the night with me and Julian, right?” she murmured against my neck.

“Yes,” I sighed, letting my head fall back as my eyes closed.

She took my hand and led me down the hall to our grandfather’s room.

Julian was sitting on the edge of his bed, naked just as I was. Unlike Naomi, he didn’t seem at all surprised to see me. Instead, he smiled, his gaze moving from me to her. Then he held out his arms to me, and I rushed forward into his embrace.

When we had arrived back from the woods earlier that day, we both needed showers. Now, as I slipped my arms around his neck, I breathed in his clean scent.

Julian pulled me onto his lap. “I am absolutely thrilled you’re here with us,” he whispered against my hair. I offered him my mouth, and he gave me a fierce kiss, so full of longing that it took my breath away.

Naomi closed the distance between us, and we watched as she undressed. I remembered sucking and licking her nipple, and I desperately wanted to do it again.

Julian took her hand and drew her down beside us. His eyes hot and full of lust, he leaned toward Naomi and said, “I want to see you kiss your cousin, baby.”

Naomi eagerly complied, bringing her mouth to mine. Right in front of our grandfather, she gave me an open-mouthed kiss, and as I took her tongue between my lips, gently sucking it, I heard Julian groan with his own desire.

We turned to him, and the three of us shared a long, deep kiss. He ran his fingers along my inner thigh, making me shiver, and then found my throbbing clit. I released a loud moan, and Naomi did the same when he used his other hand to play with her pussy. I could hear how wet she already was.

Julian’s erection strengthened, and I was delighted that he would soon be ready to fuck for the second time that day. Naomi and I exchanged wicked grins; we didn’t need words to know what the other was thinking. Then we slipped off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling before him.

“My God,” Julian breathed as he gazed down at us. Naomi and I lowered our heads and licked his hardening cock, our tongues meeting as we pleasured him. “I must be dreaming…” he moaned.

“Nope,” Naomi said, then swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. “We’re both right here, in the flesh.” Then she stood and gave Julian a gentle push back onto the bed before the two of us climbed onto it with him.

I was dripping wet, my inner thighs already slick with my juices. Sliding my fingers between my pussy lips, I then brought them to Julian’s mouth, and he whimpered while sucking them.

After that, Naomi and I descended upon him, kneeling with our mouths close to his pulsing erection. I gently grasped the base of his cock. Naomi began fondling his balls, licking and nuzzling his sack, while I began sucking his dick, taking him in my throat even as I gagged, hollowing out my cheeks with the effort.

I felt Julian’s hand on my head, tenderly guiding me. “Ah, yes, sweetheart, just like that. That’s perfect!”

Naomi watched me, looking half-wild with her own lust, her hand working furiously between her thighs.

Soon my grandfather was trembling, and I knew he was close. “Wait, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me come!” he panted. “And I want to come inside one of you.”

I lifted my mouth from his cock, gasping for breath. My cousin took my face in her hands and kissed me. “I’ve wanted to taste your pussy since we first met,” she murmured against my lips. “Let him fuck me while I eat you out.”

A moan escaped my lips as I fell back on the bed, watching helplessly as Naomi got on her hands and knees between my spread thighs. Julian knelt behind her, his cock swaying with his heartbeat, his hands gripping her hips.

Soon after she began licking at my inner pussy lips, slow and teasing, Julian entered her. Naomi cried out as Julian took her from behind, his thrusts deep and steady. My eyes locked with Julian’s, and I writhed beneath Naomi’s mouth, arching my hips. His skin was flushed, his teeth clenched.

“Stella likes having her clit sucked hard, just the way you do,” Julian told Naomi.

My cousin followed his instructions, her cries muffled as she sucked my clit between canlı bahis her lips, lashing at it mercilessly with her tongue. I couldn’t contain my screams. It was almost too much, the stimulation of her mouth on my pussy, the sight of our grandfather fucking her, his body slamming against hers. And also the hot, blatant desire in his eyes as he stared down at me.

Naomi came without warning, moaning again and again as her entire body quaked, and yet she still kept her mouth between my thighs, rolling my swollen clit against her tongue.

I was right there, right at the edge, my thighs trembling and my muscles tensed in anticipation of climax, when Naomi drew away from me, leaving me whimpering with need. “Please…” I begged.

She looked over her shoulder at Julian. “Fuck her,” she panted. “I want to see you all the way inside her sweet pussy.”

A small contraction coursed through me at her words. I lay on the bed while Naomi stretched out at my side, her breasts and neck and face rosy with heat.

I was all too eager to have my grandfather do what my cousin commanded. His cock was throbbing, still slick with Naomi’s juices. I opened myself to him, watching as he climbed off the bed and then stood at the edge of it. Then he pulled me down toward him before moving between my thighs, guiding his cock to my pussy.

He thrust deep into me, his fingers grasping my hips. My cries sounded faraway to my ears. I gazed up at Julian, amazed at how long he could last. He was coated in sweat, his breathing heavy.

He looked down at where our bodies connected, and I could tell he loved the sight of his cock moving in and out of me. Our moans and gasps sounded feral, beyond our control.

A bead of sweat fell from his forehead, striking my skin. Naomi, moving languidly after her climax, brought her mouth to my right breast and sucked hungrily at my nipple.

“Oh, God!” My words sounded like a sob. I was close, so close now…

Her mouth traveled downward until she was on her hands and knees, eyes bright with excitement while she watched Julian fuck me. Then she began rubbing my clit at a relentless pace, not slowing even as I wailed and begged and writhed.

My back arched upward, my entire body growing taut as one fierce contraction followed another.

Julian released a growl through his teeth, undoubtedly feeling me come hard around his cock.

“Ah, Christ!” he roared, then buried himself all the way inside me, growing rigid as he climaxed.

He remained inside me for several long moments as he both struggled to catch our breath. Naomi was flushed, her long hair tousled. When Julian finally pulled out and moved to sit on the bed near me, planting a kiss on my parted lips as he did so, Naomi hopped off the bed and stood between my spread thighs.

“What are you doing?” I asked her with a faint smile. My God, I was still shaking.

Naomi winked at me. “Being filthy,” she replied, then leaned to bring her mouth to my wet, slightly sore pussy. I honestly couldn’t imagine how much filthier we could get at this point.

“Naomi, I can’t,” I pleaded. “It’s too sensitive…”

I could feel Julian’s semen seeping out of me for the second time that day. And then I felt Naomi’s tongue gently lapping at my opening, probing it. Realizing just how filthy my cousin was being, I groaned, an orgasmic aftershock rippling through me.

Still holding out her tongue, with some of Julian’s cum balanced on the tip of it, Naomi climbed back onto the bed. I offered no resistance when she worked her tongue between my lips.

“Ah, fuck,” Julian breathed as he watched us share a deep kiss. I felt his hand gently stroking my hair, and the surge of love I felt for him, and for Naomi, made my eyes fill with tears. I could never have been so free and uninhibited with anyone else.

As our breathing slowed and our pulses returned to normal, we took turns using the bathroom adjoining Julian’s bedroom. Though we washed up at his sink, when the three of us returned to his bed, the room still carried the heady, pungent scent of our fucking.

Naomi and I curled up on either side of him in the darkness, snuggling into his embrace. “I won’t be able to keep up this pace,” he said with a regretful laugh. “It’s a good thing you two have each other.”

“You can always use your fingers,” I said.

“And your mouth,” Naomi added.

“I will always be ready and willing to use those, any time you want me to,” Julian assured us. Then he planted a tender kiss on my forehead, and on hers. “And I will always love you both, more than anything.”

*****

The days grew longer, the weather hotter. The three of us abandoned ourselves to a kind of tender debauchery, always ready for a kiss, a hand between the thighs, an entire afternoon of caressing and licking and sucking and making love.

One day, I found Julian in the study and begged him to take me hard and fast, to ease my cramps. “My cock’s going to make you feel so much better,” he whispered in my ear, bending me over the arm of the couch after he hitched up my dress. I wasn’t wearing bahis siteleri any panties.

“Yes, please…” I moaned as he pushed my legs apart.

Julian buried himself inside me, balls deep. I cried out, the pain from my cramps mingling with the pleasure of his hard fucking.

Naomi must have overhead my cries, for she came into the room and sighed with longing at the sight of me bent over and spread wide, at the sound of my wet pussy greedily accepting our grandfather’s cock.

I loved the feel of Julian’s fingertips digging into my hips, the ferocity with which he took me. Soon I was spasming all around him, shaking and moaning low in my throat, and his thrusts grew shallower, more erratic before he erupted inside me with a cry.

As he leaned forward, his arms around me while he struggled to catch his breath, Naomi, whose eyes were bright with her own arousal, gave him a playful pout. “Now I’m so fucking horny,” she said. “Are you going to take care of me, too?”

Julian laughed, low and soft. “Go get your favorite toy. And take off all your clothes,” he told her.

Naomi quickly bounded up the steps and out of sight. After Julian eased out of me, I used the skirt of my dress to mop between my thighs. He kissed the top of my head and brushed my damp hair from my face. “Feeling any better?” he murmured.

I smiled up at him. “So much better.”

Naomi quickly returned, stark naked, her tits bouncing as she came toward us holding a wand vibrator. Just the sight of it made me whimper. I knew how powerful it was.

Julian stripped out of his clothes, then settled on the couch. He gestured for Naomi to sit on his lap, and she eagerly did so, facing outward with her thighs spread.

Julian nuzzled her neck and cupped her breasts in his hands. “Let your cousin play with your pussy, Naomi,” he said.

I grinned and took the vibrator from her. After turning it on, I knelt before them, licking my lips at the sight of Naomi’s glistening cunt.

The hum of the vibrator’s motor made her groan before I even touched her. Julian held her thighs wide for me, and without warning, I brought the head of the toy to her clit.

“Ah, fuck!” she shrieked, hips rocking as I stimulated her tender nub, making it swell even more. Her pussy eagerly gripped my finger when I eased it inside.

Naomi’s face grew hot, her breathing heavy while she writhed on Julian’s lap. He kept a firm hold on her, and I massaged the vibrator against her clit.

Her orgasm ripped a low scream from her throat, and her thighs shook. I knew just how intense that feeling was, and I knew she would need relief, so I started to lift the vibrator from her clit, but Julian shook his head.

“Keep it there,” he ordered.

“Please, oh God!” Naomi begged. “Please… I can’t!”

He kissed her cheek tenderly. “I want to make sure you’re completely satisfied, baby.”

I breathed in the scent of Naomi’s dripping pussy, my mouth watering as I worked the vibrator against her clit. Now she was squirming in our grandfather’s grip, but I was relentless in pleasuring her.

When my cousin came again, her hips bucked fiercely, and she squeezed her eyelids shut as her whole body shook.

I gave Julian a questioning look. “Now use your mouth,” he told me.

I turned off the vibrator and then settled between Naomi’s thighs, licking at her engorged clit.

“Oh, fuck!” she wailed. I sucked and licked with more pressure, fingering her all the while. My mouth was no match for the vibrator, but I was still plenty capable of making her come yet again.

Naomi balled her hands into fists. “I’m gonna… oh oh I’m…!” She was struck silent as the third orgasm gripped her.

Julian watched her face, enraptured, and it was then that I felt a hot liquid on my fingers, a tiny rivulet trickling down as Naomi came hard around them.

“Wow,” I breathed. I wasn’t sure if I’d caused her to piss or to squirt, but I felt a surge of triumph at what I’d brought about. Gingerly, I licked at her inner lips. The fluid on my tongue had no taste that I could discern.

I went about licking Naomi clean, my tongue slow and soothing, and she rested against my grandfather’s chest, looking utterly spent.

In this way, the three of us enjoying one another’s bodies, giving and receiving, sharing and loving, we spent most of the summer.

*****

As the unrelenting heat of August settled upon us, I found myself spending more time in the woods, searching for rare plants, trying to catch a glimpse of all the different birds that inhabited the area.

I was happy, unbelievably happy, with my grandfather and cousin, and yet a restlessness prompted me farther into the woods, even to the boundaries of his property. Though I tried not to dwell on it, I began imagining all of the world beyond our home here.

It was almost September when Julian took my hand and led me to the study. We sat down on the couch, and he pulled me close. As always, he seemed to understand me far better than I understood myself.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispered.

I closed bahis şirketleri my eyes and rested my cheek against his chest. “I have everything I need,” I insisted.

“Then tell me what you want.”

I took a deep breath, and then the words spilled from my lips before I could stop them. “I think that maybe I need to do a little traveling, see a little more of the world. I’ve never had a chance to do that before.”

Julian was quiet a long moment, and I feared I had wounded him with what I’d said.

“I understand, sweetheart,” he finally told me. “You’re nineteen, and you’ve never even been out of this state. You’re still trying to figure out who you are, and what you want.”

“I will always want you and Naomi,” I said, pressing a hand against his face as I gazed at him.

He smiled and covered my hand with his. “And we will always, always want you, Stella. But I know you and Naomi are very different people. She arrived here when she was eighteen and was happy never to leave again. You, on the other hand, have a need to explore, to see and experience new things.”

Unexpected tears stung my eyes. “Just for a little while,” I promised.

“For as long as you need,” Julian gently corrected me. Then he began helping me make plans.

That evening over dinner, Naomi didn’t take the news of my imminent departure well. Her lips trembled as she struggled to hold back tears. “You’re leaving us for good, aren’t you?”

“No, of course not,” I said, standing up from my chair so I could go to my cousin and take her in my arms. When my eyes locked with Julian’s, he had to look away. “I just need some time to figure out what I want to do. But I could never stay away from you two for long. I love you!”

Naomi shook her head, and my heart ached as tears streamed down her cheeks. Then she grabbed my hand and gave it a fierce squeeze. “Promise me you’ll come back,” she demanded.

“Naomi,” Julian said gently, “you can’t ask Stella to make a promise like that.”

But I smoothed Naomi’s hair back from her face and gave her a tender smile through my own tears. “I promise,” I whispered.

That night, one of my last in the house before I left on my travels, the three of us lay in Julian’s bed. I wanted to soothe my cousin’s sorrow, and I reached for her. At first Naomi didn’t respond, and I feared she was angry with me. But as I moved my mouth over her neck, into the hollow of her throat, and then to her right breast, she held me to her.

Julian watched me suckle Naomi’s nipple while he languidly stroked his cock. My stare met his in the lamplight, and then he set about comforting Naomi, too.

I joined him between her thighs, my mouth already watering at her heady scent. The sight of my grandfather teasing her clit with his tongue made my pussy ache.

When he slid a finger inside her, Naomi, who had been quiet up to that point, let out a soft cry. Julian grinned at me, then began licking and sucking her inner lips and clit.

Naomi rocked her hips, her moans rhythmic and louder now. I raised an eyebrow as I studied her reaction. “She loves your finger deep in her pussy,” I said.

“She sure does,” Julian replied, his voice husky with arousal.

“I wonder if she’d like two even better…” I slipped my index finger between my lips, getting it nice and wet, and then gently worked it into Naomi’s warm pussy alongside Julian’s.

Naomi released a desperate cry as we finger-fucked her, the look on her face a mixture of pleasure and pain, her thighs shaking. Julian and I took turns stimulating her clit with our mouths, occasionally pausing to share a deep kiss, our lips slick with Naomi’s juice.

Her entire body trembled as she approached climax. Julian was merciless with his tongue, working it against her clit while Naomi begged and turned her head from side to side.

When she came hard against his mouth, screaming through clenched teeth, I smiled and moved upward so I could stroke her cheek.

Naomi’s eyes were bright and fierce. “Sit on my face,” she demanded of me. “I want to get a good taste of your pussy before you go.”

Wordlessly I straddled Naomi, placing a knee on either side of her head. Then I lowered myself to her waiting, eager mouth, releasing my own cry when I felt her tongue probing my lips, working at my entrance.

I was lost to my bliss, my head thrown back and my eyes closed, when I felt Julian’s mouth against the side of my neck.

Just once, he allowed himself to express the pain he felt and was trying to hide. I heard it in his words as he murmured close to my ear, “You will always have a home here, Stella. Please come back to us…”

*****

I spent the next two months traveling across the country, trekking out to remote areas flourishing with wildlife, places untouched and pristine. Sometimes I was with a group or a tour guide, but often I was alone.

I knew Julian and Naomi worried about me traveling so often by myself, but they never tried to dissuade me from it. Whenever I reached an area with cell reception, I called to let them know I was okay. Naomi half-joked about me getting this restlessness out of my system before winter arrived, while Julian was careful not to pressure me to return home. He only asked me about my days, what I’d seen and done, seeming to hang on every word I spoke.

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Note: This takes place after the events of The Girl From Lima. Familiarity with that is helpful but far from essential.

Winning his daily battle with his tenement building’s ancient latch, Patricio stepped out into the scorching July heat and took a deep breath. He instantly regretted it. The drains were on the fritz again, and the building’s custodian was under arrest for dealing smuggled contraceptives. Such was life in a town so Catholic, the Vatican itself had picked up the tab for its expansion.

Once he’d stumbled down the vertiginous stoop, dodging the candy wrappers and beer bottles that littered almost every step, Patricio turned to look at the old building and spat. In many ways, the tenement was emblematic of the sorry state of much of San Toribio’s oldtown. Nearly half of the most recent coat of red paint to be applied to its century-old façade had flaked off, revealing patches of the last four previous paintjobs.

At moments like this, Patricio was reminded he had more than enough money stashed upstairs to move out that afternoon if he so desired. And yet, after four long decades, the idea of fleeing for one of the shiny new housing projects that had replaced the old slums felt disloyal somehow. That, and it was easier to lay low in a place where his full name wouldn’t be written on his mailbox.

Patricio proceeded languidly down the empty, sunbaked street, his bald bronzed head gleaming in the Arizona sun. His ears pricked as he heard chattering voices up ahead. Passing the local laundromat, he glanced inside. Just like any day when there wasn’t a church service or grandchild’s school event to attend, the place was chockful of old women.

A dozen or so craggy-faced mestizo grannies sat in a loose circle, shouting over each other as well as the few washing machines in operation. A couple of the women balanced smartphone-wielding toddlers on their knees. Patricio wasn’t sure how many of them he’d helped get across the border –a daily half-bottle of mezcal hadn’t done wonders for his powers of memory — but it had to be something like half.

Noticing a glimmer of recognition in one of the toddler’s eyes, he sped up before the brat could point him out. Too many times when he’d passed this way recently, the grannies had mobbed him, appealing for him to help some relative or other complete their northward quest. Patricio didn’t dare tell them the truth, lest word reach some of his less savory former associates, but he’d been retired for two years ago.

He’d called it quits after he lost his nerve helping an unaccompanied teenager reach Utah from Mexico. Sadly, he couldn’t claim to have been playing the good Samaritan. The broker the girl had contracted with was fairly legit: a go-to guy for polygamists in search of cheap help for overworked wives. It was a pretty sweet gig for a kid like that, considering the possible alternatives.

Patricio’s problems started when he first met the girl back on a jetty in Guaymas. The very sight of her had roused a paternal instinct in him he was still trying to repress. To make things worse, she had been wearing a plaid jumper dress over a white blouse – her old school uniform, she later admitted — chosen because it was apparently the most presentable outfit she owned.

That admission alone had made Patricio want to turn the kid around and put her on a boat back to South America. He’d resisted that impulse, but only temporarily. The drive to the border gave him the thinking time he needed. Once in Arizona, he’d bought her soda, spiked it with a little something he kept on hand for nervous travelers, and ditched the comatose ingenue on the steps of a San Toribio convent.

The very fact he found himself still thinking about her two years after the fact was precisely why the old coyote had quit. He was terrified how he might react the next time he inevitably picked up a runaway teen traveling solo. Would he be able to remain professional, or would he really crack and end up trying to adopt them? The mere thought of him being a father-figure to anyone only intensified his thirst for mezcal.

The fog of the laundromat-induced reverie lifted as he reached his destination: a branch of Vivanco’s, a local convenience store chain. It was maybe the only business to have opened in the oldtown since San Toribio’s Vatican-funded extreme makeover. A buzzer sounded as he entered the pokey minimart. The clerk behind the counter, a portly teenage girl with light brown skin and wavy black hair, looked up in startlement.

A tad miffed at how flummoxed she seemed by his entrance, Patricio made a beeline for the liquor aisle. God bless any town where booze was more readily accessible than condoms. Grabbing the first bottle of mezcal that came to hand, he approached the counter. The girl looked distinctly less surprised to see him this time, though she seemed to be standing unusually straight.

“And twenty Marlboros,” said Patricio as the clerk, whose nametag read ‘Lucia’, scanned the bottle. Only then did he notice the tag was fastened to a close-fitting sky-blue polo shirt, casino şirketleri rather than the baggy red one he usually saw her in.

Her hands froze as she sucked in her lips and glanced over her shoulder at a padlocked cabinet behind her. Lucia slowly looked back round, her face a picture of sheepishness, “We, uh, had a bit of t-trouble with the key yesterday. W-we’re waiting on a new one.”

“What happened?” asked Patricio, cocking an eyebrow.

“It g-got bent in th-the lock,” she replied haltingly.

Bemused as to why she was channeling Piglet, but not entirely unsympathetic, the old coyote shrugged. He dropped $20 for the mezcal on the countertop and grabbed the bottle. Lucia took the money with a grateful smile, waving to him as the buzzer heralded his departure.

“Key trouble?” scoffed a voice from under the counter.

“Shut up!” hissed Lucia, slapping at the torso of the man between her legs.

the eighteen-year-old let out a sharp gasp, her braless chest bouncing as he bucked his hips in retaliation. She raised her hand to slap him again but hesitated, fearing further retribution. The advertisements plastering the shopfront windows afforded her some privacy, but she doubted anyone who walked in to find her bobbing up and down would believe she was on a yoga ball.

Not that they would be any more inclined to believe she was currently impaled on Dr Gregorio Aquino, but even with six inches of him inside her, Lucia was still digesting that fact herself. It had all happened so suddenly. One minute, she was furtively watching Mexican soccer on her phone. The next, the Honduran comes marching up to the counter, armed with a little blue pill and a proposition she was in no position to refuse.

In no time, she was removing her underwear at his command while he fashioned a bed out of upturned milk crates beneath the counter. It wasn’t quite how she’d envisaged losing her virginity, but if it stopped him telling the world about how her father was able to sell ‘premium’ Zacatecan mezcal for twenty bucks a bottle, she’d take it.

Although he taught at Zumárraga Prep, the school she still attended, the man over whose groin her blue-and-black plaid skirt was draped had nothing to do with why she was wearing her school uniform in July. Such was her mother’s determination to publicly shame her daughter for failing twelfth grade, she’d banned Lucia from wearing literally anything else until she hopefully graduated next year.

Having spent most of the last thirteen years of her life in school uniform, Lucia was only so bothered. The confiscation of her pajamas along with the rest of her wardrobe felt excessive, but she mostly wished her mother would’ve been more upfront about her motives. As it was, she’d spun some elaborate yarn about Lucia’s annual clothing budget being roughly equal to the donation her dad had coughed up to guarantee she got to repeat twelfth grade.

Mrs. Vivanco had subsequently undermined her own story by cramming Lucia’s closet and dresser with enough skirts and polos to clothe half her grade. Her underwear drawer hadn’t been restocked with the same zeal, but she wasn’t sure if that was deliberate or an oversight. She was equally unsure whether Dr Aquino expected the underwearlessness he’d insisted upon to become her new normal. Considering what he was getting her back for by doing this, it wouldn’t surprise her.

One year earlier…

In the foothills of the Sierra Soldado, the mountain chain that loomed large over San Toribio’s northern outskirts, a lonely Ram pickup truck sat parked at a lookout point. Its engine was idle, but its headlamps blazed bright. In the patch of ground near the edge of the precipice illuminated by the twin beams, a man lay flat on his back, head resting on his folded slacks. He grunted as a bottomless young woman slid up and down the greasy pole of his manhood, moaning into the darkness.

“Harder, coach!” she demanded between bounces, tossing back her mane of her black curls, “Harder!”

Dr Gregorio Aquino rolled his eyes. It was demeaning enough being blackmailed by a nineteen-year-old girl into driving up here for this alfresco rendezvous. Having to listen to that girl mouth off like they were shooting a porno, all while he was getting an assful of sand, was just embarrassing. Like hell was he going to put any extra effort in when she hadn’t even bothered to undress properly.

Given the locale, he could forgive her for keeping her white knee socks and black Mary Janes on. However, on a balmy August night like this, there was no excuse for not taking off her sky-blue polo. Between his posterior discomfort and her porn star patter, watching her unfettered breasts thrash about within the confines of the knitwear was the main thing keeping him stiff.

As she threw her head back to unleash another stentorian trill, Gregorio seized his chance. Propping himself up on one elbow, his free hand snaked its way up the front of her torso, between her dancing boobs. Then, having hooked his fingers in the collar of her fully-buttoned polo, he casino firmalari reclined. Under the weight of 150lbs of descending Honduran, the front of the shirt came away like an old Band-Aid.

With a sly grin plastered on his face, Gregorio slapped his hands across her robust thighs to brace himself and belatedly granted her request for more active pelvic input. The shock of his assertive thrusting literally took the schoolgirl’s breath away, allowing him to watch her newly liberated breasts gyrate in relative peace. He made a conscious decision not to pace himself; after all the ridiculous noises she’d been spouting, a genuine orgasm was the last thing she deserved.

As such, by the time she had sufficient air back in her lungs to urge him to disingenuously fuck her ‘tight pussy’ (it was really quite capacious), Gregorio had already jettisoned most of his payload. The retribution he’d half-expected for this anticlimactic climax didn’t eventuate. With almost impressive nonchalance, the freshly-inseminated schoolgirl dismounted him, shrugged the torn remnants of her polo off her shoulders and sauntered towards the truck.

Shifting to a squat, Gregorio used the discarded polo to clean his ass crack. Once on his feet, he fixed his pants, gathered the sky-blue rags into a ball and tossed them over the precipice. As he climbed into the truck, the courtesy lights afforded him his first look at his blackmailer in all her glory. She hadn’t redressed. In fact, she’d already threaded her seatbelt between her bare, near-spherical breasts. In this light, they weren’t quite the flawless specimens they’d seemed in the gloom outside, but then, she had warned him.

He’d only met Marisela Mejia that afternoon, at the Zumárraga Prep’s girls’ overage soccer team’s first practice session of the year. Gregorio had ended up coaching the team, which was specifically for female students aged eighteen or older at the start of the school year, in exchange for the office vacated by his predecessor. That guy, a twelfth-grade biology teacher by day, had been shipped back to Paraguay over the summer after his advanced tutorials on human anatomy came to light.

This unfamiliarity hadn’t stopped Marisela spilling her guts to him on the drive up here from school. The circumstances of her arrival from El Salvador went undisclosed (there was an unspoken rule of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ on that subject among San Toribians) but she’d ended up as captain of the overage soccer team on account of seniority. Having taken four years to get through Zumárraga Prep’s middle school, she’d joined the team last year as an eighteen-year-old eleventh grader.

Not that she’d had much chance to play. It was scarcely autumn when she’d fallen pregnant with her daughter Feliciana. Marisela claimed to have carried the baby to term without missing a single day of school. Whether Gregorio chose to believe her on that, the state of her torso attested to her recent motherhood.

A caesarean scar smiled eerily up at him from just below her belly button, and her light-brown breasts, still in an inflated postpartum state, were already lined with pale stretch marks. The Salvadoran omitted to say why she was quite so keen to add to these so quickly.

“So, Miss Mejia,” said Gregorio, turning the keys in the truck’s ignition, “Where am I heading?”

“How about your house, coach?” replied Marisela like it was the answer he should’ve expected.

He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously, Miss Mejia, where do you live?”

“I’ll tell you once we’ve been to your place,” she said, flashing a smile as she brandished her smartphone.

“My place it is,” muttered the Honduran, narrowing his eyes at the device as he reached for the gearshift.

She’d wielded the same phone at him when ambushing him in the faculty parking lot. Onscreen had been a string of texts Marisela had exchanged with a fellow twelfth grader by the name of Lucia Vivanco. Somewhere between the memes and emojis, her friend identified Gregorio as father to the baby recently born to Xiomara Qinallata, Lucia’s erstwhile foster-sister and a recent Zumárraga Prep graduate, now back home in Peru.

On the road back into San Toribio, Gregorio found himself deliberately targeting as many potholes as he could. It was less about causing Marisela discomfort and more about seeing how high he could make her chest bounce. Alas, the closer to town they got, the smoother the roads became. Undeterred, he detoured through some neighborhoods notorious for the havoc they’d wrought on many a car’s suspension.

The ensuing jigglethon had Gregorio straining against the seams of his pants as they pulled into his driveway. Any passing thoughts about proposing a quick encore on the backseat stopped cold when he saw Marisela reaching for her door handle. Her blue-and-black plaid skirt still lay crumpled at her footwell. He frantically engaged the truck’s central locking.

“What the hell are you thinking?”

The naked teen shrugged, “It’s not like I’ve got anything to go on top.”

“What about your gym polo?” he asked. güvenilir casino She certainly hadn’t done soccer practice in her uniform.

“Screw putting that back on,” said the Salvadoran, wrinkling her nose.

While she shimmied back into her skirt, Gregorio rummaged under his seat until something plasticky came to hand. Pulling it out, he sighed as he beheld the 100% waterproof (and 100% transparent) poncho. Taking another plunge, he eventually dropped a Hi-Viz safety vest in her lap. Once she’d exited the truck, brazenly leaving the vest open at the front, he glimpsed her balled-up white panties still in the footwell and rolled his eyes.

Inside the house, Gregorio dared to leave Marisela downstairs unsupervised while he ran up to his bedroom. Going to his nightstand, he opened the top drawer where, resting atop the layer of assorted junk that accumulated in such places, lay a neatly-folded sky-blue polo shirt. It had been mailed to him on the first day of this semester, enclosed with a polaroid of a certain newborn baby.

Despite its provenance, Gregorio had struggled to invest any sentimental value in the garment. All it smelt of was the detergent the previous owner had used to wash out the cum stains it’d been covered in the last time he’d seen it. He was only storing it where he was so his new rent-a-maid didn’t happen upon it. Trapsing downstairs, he found the Hi-Viz vest discarded outside the door to the lounge.

Within, Marisela had parked herself on the green leather couch. She’d taken the time to shorten her skirt to her satisfaction — about two-thirds of the way up her thigh — which at this angle gave Gregorio an unimpeded view of her pantyless undercarriage. However, the teacher was more interested in the unfamiliar papers strewn over his rectangular glass coffee table.

“Homework?” he asked, throwing her Xiomara’s old polo.

“Not exactly,” said Marisela, wearing a wry smile as she stood up and grabbed one of the papers. She placed it in his hands as she brushed past him on her way to the bathroom, her nipples catching on his elbow.

Gregorio studied the letter-size sheet of paper. It was filled with five hand-drawn grids, each headered with the name of month between August and December. Most of the rows, which he presumed represented weeks, had the names of twelve players from the overage soccer team scrawled across them. Only Marisela and the starting goalkeeper Auxiliadora were missing.

His growing list of questions were momentarily forgotten as his blackmailer returned. He could remember the polo being a tight fit on the modestly-endowed Xiomara, but to call it ‘ill-fitting’ on the busty Salvadoran would be stretching the term almost as much as the sky-blue fabric was being stretched across Marisela’s chest.

“What am I looking at here exactly?” asked Gregorio, brandishing the handwritten calendar once he’d dragged his eyes away from the schoolgirl’s embossed nipples.

“A waiting list, I guess,” she replied, perching on one of the couch’s armrests, legs spread strategically, “Maybe schedule’s a better word. I dunno.”

“A schedule for what?” said her coach, glancing back down at the calendar.

“Your services, obviously,” said Marisela, like she’d wanted to add a ‘duh’, “I didn’t go to all that trouble for a quickie in the desert, coach. This is way bigger.”

“How much bigger?” asked Gregorio warily.

“Look, we know the scholarships this whole overage team is for are basically pipe dreams for most of us. Thing is, we don’t just want to give up soccer after this semester.”

“Then start a rec team!”

“Yeah, we thought about that,” said the schoolgirl coolly, grinning as she licked her lips, “But then I thought, why not try and do something we can actually make a living out of. The only trouble with starting an academy is, we’re going to need some kids to coach.”

Gregorio blanched, “Why come to me? I doubt you’d have trouble finding boys to volunteer.”

“Well yeah, but you’re not going to go tell half the goddamn school five minutes later,” said Marisela, “Besides, I thought broody twelfth graders were your type.”

“How did you get Lucia to tell?” he asked, biting back a riposte about how Xiomara was the one who’d initiated the sequence of events leading up to that afterschool tryst.

“I just asked why she stopped coming to church after Christmas. She was pretty pissed about that,” she said, getting to her feet. Leaving the papers untouched, she retrieved her backpack from beside the coffee table and headed out into the hallway, chest wobbling gently.

“How did you get so many of the others onboard with this?” he asked, following on.

“You’ll have to ask them. They just said yes,” replied Marisela, tossing him his car keys, “Now, if you don’t mind, we need to pick up my daughter.”

Two years later…

It was lunchtime at Archbishop Juan de Zumárraga Catholic Preparatory School. On the main school building’s fourth floor, all was quiet on. Even for the enterprising students embroiled in the school’s thriving black economy, built mostly on condoms and morning-after pills, the empty hallways and disused classrooms didn’t seem to appeal as a venue for peddling their contraband. Whatever their reasons, Lucia Vivanco wasn’t complaining. Their merchandise was useless to her anyway.

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“Don’t ya think that skirt’s a little too short?” Jack Reynolds exclaimed, knocking Megan’s feet off her desk.

“Why? I’ve got the legs for it!” Megan snapped back. “Nobody else is objecting!”

“That’s cause they know it won’t do any good to say anything.” Jack responded, taking a seat across from her desk.

Jack Reynolds was the founder and president of his own security and investigation business. He was quite handsome for a gentleman in his early fifties. Even though his six-foot frame was showing slight signs of age, his light brown hair was still full and his bright green eyes still very clear.

“So, what’s up Pop?” Megan asked, brushing aside her hair.

“Don’t call me Pop!” Jack exclaimed. “I hate that!”

“Ok. What’s up Ole Man?” She kidded.

“And that either! I especially hate that term!” He retorted.

“Ok. Ok.” Megan said. “So what’s on you mind, DAD?”

“I need you to help out an ole army buddy of mind.” Jack replied. “He’s got himself in a hell of a financial bind and he’s got some really serious problems at his ranch.”

“I need you to get out to New Mexico as soon as possible and take control of the situation.” He continued. “I’ve already told Clint you were coming.”

“New Mexico!” Megan exclaimed. “That’s out west!

“Yep. At least, it was the last time I looked at a map.” Jack quipped, grinning.

“What’s the matter, somebody hold up the stage coach, kidnap the school marm, rustle some cattle or burn down the saloon.” She quipped.

“Are you finished with the wise-ass remarks?” Jack asked, getting exasperated with his daughter.

“I don’t know all the details.” He continued. “I do know he’s losing money and he’s got trouble with an insurance company paying off some claims.”

“I’ve got some notes jotted down in my office.” He added. “You can look them over. You probably should take them with you unless you want to commit them to memory.”

“What if I don’t wanna go?” Megan inquired, smirking.

“Then I’ll boot your butt out the door!” Jack exclaimed. “I don’t care what your mother would say!”

Slipping on her black high-heel shoes and smoothing the front of her skirt, Megan followed her father down the hallway to his office. Her father’s office was much larger than Megan’s, decorated with several posters of his favorite professional football team, the Eagles.

“Hope you can read my writing.” Jack said, handing her a handful of notes.

“Over the years, I’ve managed to decipher your handwriting pretty well although it does resemble hieroglyphics.” Megan quipped.

While Megan read over the notes, Jack gazed at his daughter standing next to him. At twenty-six years of age, she’d never been married, not even engaged. It concerned her mother as much as it concerned him. She was a prize catch for any man although she seemed ever elusive. With two Bachelor’s degrees from Penn State, one in business and one in law enforcement, her brains complimented her dazzling beauty.

At five-foot-eight, Megan had the face and figure men took notice of immediately, often admiring her beauty for lengthy moments. Her sandy-blonde, Farrah Fawcett hairstyle was a bit outdated but it was the way she liked it. She could bring it off perfectly. Her sculptured figure couldn’t have been more perfect. She had everything going for her except her smart-ass attitude and constant smoking habit. Her father hoped she outgrow both and settle down.

Megan preferred living life to the fullest, building up her bank accounts and having sex whenever the mood struck her. Around the office, she was known as the “Wildcat”. A term, her father frequently overheard amongst his other employees.

“Who’s this Trey guy?” Megan inquired, interrupting her father’s thoughts. “And this Collin guy?

“Those are Clint’s two sons.” Jack replied. “But, he only wants you to talk with him and Trey. He doesn’t completely trust Collin for some reason so try and avoid him as much as you can.”

“What’s the Rockin’ J?” She asked. “The name of his ranch?”

“Yep. Clint’s last name is James.” Jack answered. “Hence, the name Rockin’ J.”

“It’s a wonder he didn’t call his boys, Frank and Jesse.” Megan smarted. “That would’ve been a helluva tag.”

“How soon can you get your butt out there?” Her father asked. “A couple of days maybe?”

“I need to put some ideas together on my laptop, gather up some clothes and get my car serviced before I go.” She replied. “Maybe a week.”

“No good!” Jack exclaimed. “Three days from now I want your butt parked on Clint’s front porch. He’s even offered you accommodations at his home. It’d save me money on your expense account if you’d take him up on it.”

“I’d prefer to stay at a Holiday Inn or something.” She responded. “Course, they probably don’t have anything but boardin’ houses or rooms over the saloon.”

“You can take my Suburban.” Her father offered. “You’ll need it for all the things you’ll need to take with you.”

“No thanks!” She exclaimed. “I’m taking my Vette. I don’t need a damn truck!”

“One canlı bahis other thing.” Jack warned. “Knock off that attitude with these people. At least, try and tone it down some. I’m counting on you to help these nice folks out. They don’t need you pissing them off.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Megan said as she stepped out of the office. “But I’m not making any promises.”

Back in her own office, Megan reread the notes her father had scribbled down. Not wanting to have to memorize them, she set up a database on her laptop to record the information. After transferring the notes onto her computer, she logged onto the internet to see if Taos, New Mexico might have a website. As luck would have it, there were several. She bookmarked them all.

Taos was best known for its Spanish history, cultural activities and skiing. Not much was mentioned about ranching or anything agricultural. Megan spent the rest of the afternoon downloading information and maps on the area. By mid-afternoon, she had her tan attaché packed with information she thought she might need, along with her laptop computer. Leaving the office shortly before 4pm, she stopped to have her car, a black ’96 Corvette coupe, serviced. It was her pride and joy since it was one of the few things she owned. Opting for apartment living over home owning, Megan preferred not to be encumbered with responsibilities.

That evening she carefully selected and packed her clothes for the trip to New Mexico. Opening the gun safe secured to the bottom of her queen-size bed, she removed her Glock Model 21 pistol and three ten-round magazines. She rarely fired it except at one of the indoor shooting ranges, just to keep her marksmanship well-honed. Also, attached to the bottom of her bed was a Remington Marine Magnum 12 gauge shotgun with a custom pistol grip, which fired three-inch magnum rounds. Megan packed both guns carefully along with an ample supply of ammo for each weapon.

Early the next morning, she stopped by the office for a brief visit with her father before heading out on the long journey. Driving alone, it would take her two full days to make the nearly two-thousand mile trip from Philadelphia. Megan had booked reservations at the Hampton Inn, but at eighty-five dollars a day she might accept Clint James’ offer to stay at his home if the assignment was going to prove lengthy.

Arriving late on the second day of her long journey, Megan was glad to check into her room at the hotel. After grabbing a quick shower, she dressed for dinner in the hotel’s restaurant. The diningroom was elaborately decorated with numerous works of western art and historic displays. For Megan, it was all quite interesting. After dinner, she walked down the street towards town, working out the tense muscles in her legs. The historic part of town had numerous antique stores and quaint shops. Most of the structures along the extremely narrow streets were of adobe construction, obviously having gone through extensive restoration.

The next morning, Megan dressed in a beige business suit for her initial meeting with Clint James at his ranch northwest of town. Grabbing her purse, attaché and map, she drove her Corvette along the winding, mountainous road. The scenery was breathtaking, causing her to slow down several times to take in the magnificent views.

“This is sure alot different then Philly!” Megan thought. “This place is gorgeous!”

Arriving at the gated entrance to the Rockin’ J ranch, Megan slowed as she drove down the winding asphalt driveway towards the house. Rounding a tall rocky outcropping, the beautiful southwestern style home came into immediate view. The expansive front lawn was landscaped as well as any country club golf course she’d ever seen.

“God damn! Now that’s a house!” She thought.

The James’ home was a large and sprawling two-story adobe structure with a bright orange tile roof. Large round timbers protruded from several walls along the front of the home. There were several archways, included one leading to an interior courtyard with a large fountain in the center.

Megan eased the Corvette through the archway, then circled the fountain before parking near the double front doors of the exquisite home. She quickly retrieved her purse and attaché before exiting the sports car.

Clint James came out to meet her on the veranda as she approached the house. His appearance was completely different than she’d pictured in her mind. Instead of being extremely rugged looking and wearing a cowboy hat and worn-out blue jeans, he presented the appearance of an Atlantic City casino pitboss. His salt and paper hair looked professionally coiffured. He was very handsome and quite dapper. He was slightly taller than Megan by a couple of inches and appeared to be in good physical shape. Wearing a beige business suit, similar in color to hers, he and Megan looked like a matched set of business people. Removing his designer sunglasses, she quickly noticed his piercing, bright blue eyes.

“Ms. Reynolds. I’m so happy you made it.” Clint bahis siteleri James greeted, smiling and extending his hand.

“Thank you!” Megan replied, shaking the handsome gentleman’s hand. “You certainly have a beautiful home.”

“I’m glad you like it. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay with us.” He responded.

Leading Megan inside the home on his arm, she was immediately confronted by a large indoor fountain discharging crystal clear water down its two-story configuration.

“I see you like fountains.” Megan commented. “They’re both quite beautiful.”

“My ex-wife was into water effects although I’ll have to admit, I like them quite a bit myself.” Clint responded. “This house was her design. She even supervised the construction.”

“She’s quite talented.” Megan remarked. “I take it she’s not here any longer.”

“She moved back to Florida a couple of years ago.” He muttered. “We seldom communicate anymore.”

Leading Megan to his second floor office at the rear of the house, Megan got her first look at the rest of the ranch. One wall of the spacious office was solid glass from floor to ceiling offering an unobstructed view of the ranch. Countless horses grazed and pranced around behind white board fences. In the distance, Megan could see several huge barns and horse trailers lined up in a neat row.

“That’s my youngest son, Trey, out by the barns.” Clint pointed out, handing Megan a pair of binoculars. “He does most of the work.”

Megan focused the binoculars as she peered out towards the barns. Spotting Clint’s youngest son in the distance, she held the binoculars centered on the young man. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from making a verbal comment. Wearing faded bluejeans and a black western hat, he was working without a shirt.

“Oh my God! He’s a fucking hunk!” Megan thought. “I’d like to have his ass between two slices of bread for lunch!”

Stacking bales of hay just inside one of the barns, Megan could clearly see Trey James was built like an Adonis. His strong biceps and triceps were extremely well developed. His muscular shoulders were those of an athlete. When he removed his hat to wipe his brow, Megan got a good look at his face. His dark brown hair appeared thick and rich. His handsome, clean-shaven face was very similar to his father’s. He was drop-dead gorgeous!

Megan quickly scanned over the multitude of horses in the pastures so Clint James wouldn’t think she was staring at his son.

“Magnificent, aren’t they?” Clint remarked. “The most beautiful animals on earth.”

“Yes, they certainly are!” Megan agreed. “Absolutely gorgeous!”

While Clint was obviously referring to the horses, Megan was referring to his son, Trey.

Sitting down at his large and quite expensive desk ensemble, he gestured for Megan to sit in one of the leather casual chairs in front. Megan’s eyes scanned over the office, noticing its expensive furnishings. Along one wall sat a trophy case with numerous awards, belt buckles and memorabilia.

Offering her coffee, he buzzed the intercom to the kitchen, placing the order. Within minutes, a young Hispanic girl entered the office carrying a serving tray with two cups of coffee. She appeared to be in her very early twenties and quite attractive. Her dark skin was accentuated by her long and straight black hair that hung halfway down her back. The girl’s dark eyes set off her very pretty face. She gave Megan a quick smile as she handed her the coffee.

“Maria’s only been with me a few weeks.” Clint stated. “Her father and brothers also work for me on the ranches.”

“Ranches?” Megan inquired. “You have more than one?”

“Two ranches here, another up in Colorado.” Clint replied. “Trey mostly takes care of that one.”

“How many acres do you have all total?” She asked.

“Ten-thousand acres here, another five-thousand east of Taos.” He answered. “A little over four-thousand acres just south of Alamosa, Colorado.”

“WOW! That’s almost twenty-thousand acres.” Megan exclaimed. “We need all the pasture we can get.” Clint remarked. “Out here, good pasture is like gold.”

“Tell me about Collin.” Megan said. “Why don’t you want me to have any contact with him?”

“You’ll have some contact with him. It can’t be avoided.” He replied with a touch of anger in his voice. “He lives here but doesn’t pay a dime of expenses. Drives around all day in his German made car trying to sell real estate.”

“You’re not to discuss anything with him.” Clint continued raising his voice. “I told him you were my new ranch manager.”

“Ranch manager!” She exclaimed. “I don’t know anything about managing a ranch. I know what a horse looks like. That’s about it.”

“Just play it by ear. Trey’ll help you out.” He responded. “He’s been doing most of the work since he could walk. He knows just about everything there is to know. But he doesn’t know beans about management.”

“Won’t Collin pick up on my inexperience?” Megan asked. “I’m sure I can’t talk horses without saying something wrong.”

“Well, bahis şirketleri just make general statements and hum alot. Nod your head if it sounds like he’s making a positive statement.” Clint suggested, smiling. “He rarely talks horses. He only talks real estate and women.”

“One of my father’s notes mentioned something about stolen horses and insurance claims.” She commented.

Before Clint could answer her, a horn sounded from the driveway.

“That’s Trey getting ready to leave.” He said. “He won’t come into the house if he’s been out around the horses or the barns. He’s afraid he’ll track something in.”

“Let’s go out and I’ll introduce you two.” Clint suggested, rising from his leather desk chair.

Clint escorted Megan down the winding staircase to the front door. Stepping out onto the veranda, she got her first close-up look at the younger of Clint’s two sons.

As Trey stepped from his flatbed truck, Megan observed him remove his western hat and work gloves before brushing his thick, dark brown hair back. He’d put on a checkered shirt but hadn’t buttoned it. She could plainly see his partially bared chest and rippled stomach muscles. Standing in her high-heels, she was almost the same height as the young man.

“Trey. I’d like you to meet Megan Reynolds.” Clint said. “She’s Jack’s daughter from Philadelphia.”

“Ms. Reynolds.” Trey spoke softly, with a hint of a smile. “I understand you’re gonna be the ranch manager here at the Rockin’ J.”

“Yes.” Megan replied, shaking his rough and calloused hand. “I’m going to give it a try anyway.”

“Why don’t you join Megan and I for dinner this evening?” Clint suggested. “Maybe you two can find a quiet place to talk afterwards.”

Trey stated he was going up to the ranch at Alamosa and might not be back until late. His response didn’t set well with his father.

“Dinner’s at 6pm sharp!” Clint retorted, raising his voice. “I expect you to be on time!”

Trey didn’t reply. He was clearly embarrassed by his father’s outburst. Putting his hat on, he climbed back into his truck before driving out of the courtyard.

“Sometimes I have to kick Trey in the nuts, if you’ll pardon my language, to get him to do what I want.” Clint stated with a slight grin.

Returning to the second floor office, Megan and Clint began their discussion again. As Clint talked, Megan jotted down notes. Later, she would add them to the database she’d previously started.

For the past six months, the Rockin’ J ranches had lost numerous high-dollar horses to theft. Every horse on all three ranches had been appraised by two certified equestrian appraisers. Clint had filed claims on each of the horses that were stolen. The first three claims had been paid, totaling more than a hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars. However, until further investigations could be made, the insurance company was withholding any more payments. To make the situation worse, Clint had received written notice they were terminating his coverage in thirty days.

“Can you get another insurance company to cover your horses?” Megan inquired.

“No one will touch the Rockin’ J.” Clint replied. “All these damn insurance companies work together. They’ve all blackballed me.”

“What about the police or sheriff’s department? Haven’t they been of any help?” She asked.

“Not one bit.” Clint answered. “We live outside the city limits. All we’ve got to work with is the sheriff’s department. With no more deputies than they have, they’re covered up with drug investigations, domestic violence calls and traffic accidents.”

“I have to sell a hundred-thousand dollars in horses every month to show a good bottom line.” He stated. “With the notoriety I’ve been getting, I’m scaring off alot of good buyers.”

“Ms. Reynolds. I’ll lay it on the line.” Clint stated. “If I don’t get this mess straightened out right away, I stand a good chance of having to liquidate some assets. Maybe even this house!”

“I’ll do everything I can to help you out.” Megan remarked. “But, I certainly can’t make any guarantees.”

“You’ve got to help me. That’s all there is to it.” Clint retorted. “Failure is not an option!”

“I don’t like being threatened, Mr. James!” Megan exclaimed. “I said I’d do everything I could and I meant it!”

“And another thing. If you ever talk to your son again like you did earlier this morning, I’m pulling out and leaving your ass hanging.” Megan added, picking up her purse and attaché. “One thing I do know about horses is what a horse’s ass looks like.”

“Ms. Reynolds, I apologize for my actions.” Clint muttered. “I’ll be sure to contain myself around Trey in the future.”

“I do hope you’ll still join me and my sons for dinner.” He said in a much calmer voice.

“Yes, I’ll be here by 6pm.” Megan responded.

Before leaving, Megan put her purse and attaché in her car, then walked out to get a closer look at some of the horses. Seeing them up close, gave her a sense of their spirit and their beauty.

Returning around 5:30 that evening, Megan was greeted at the door by Trey’s smiling face. Wearing dark dress slacks and a soft blue sport shirt, he looked even more handsome than she remembered. Megan had to force herself to take her eyes off him.

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Jess occupied space under her boyfriend as he thrust erratically into her. He smelled of axe body spray and stale cigarettes. Humping her as she lay there, long legs wrapped lazily around him, her eyes glazing over.

He grunted with his efforts, sweat dripping off his chin and onto her. Breathing hard, he made a few deep thrusts, grunting like a hog as he came.

He groaned into her ear and it was all she could do to keep from pushing him off. He kept thrusting lazily into her, the humidity and weight from his body making her feel claustrophobic.

He finally rolled off,

“That was awesome,” he said, pressing a sweaty kiss to her lips.

She lay unfulfilled, feeling like a sample shoe at Foot Locker.

Sean was an ok guy. Nothing fancy. They had met in 11th grade and moved in together right after grad thinking they would take on the world together, but he was a boy who, finally living free from his parents, spent all of his time gaming and ordering take out or drinking and smoking with his friends. She had quickly realized that she didn’t want a life of playing second fiddle to a Playstation. Plus, he had quit the competitive lacrosse team and stopped all physical pursuits, putting on 50 pounds in one year.

Jess was not only not attracted to him anymore, she actually disliked him as a person.

Maybe that was why she had pursued Geoff, he was everything that Sean was not. Ambitious, fit, hard working.

As she lay there beside her bum of a boyfriend she slid her hand down

between her legs thinking of Geoff. First touch, her clit was Sahara dry. She dipped a finger into her pussy and pulled out some of Sean’s cum and circled her clit. She sank into a rhythm and before too long Sean noticed, rolling towards her and tried to offer a hand.

“I didn’t realize I’d made you so hot,” he said.

He kissed her neck wetly causing her juice to dry up.

“Shut up Sean,” she groaned, reaching for her night table drawer. She pulled out her silicone based lubricant and the wand. As she leaned to plug it in Sean shifted under the blankets, grabbing her tit firmly in his hand and kissing her earlobe. She poured the lube liberally on herself, needing all the help she could get and clicked the wand on.

She immediately rolled her eyes back, letting the powerful vibration warm her clit., Letting herself give in to her body. She felt Sean nudge her onto her stomach and place himself between her legs. She was now riding her wand and he was pressing into her. Generously lubricated now, his semi-hard dick slid right in. He started thrusting. She clicked to a higher intensity and ground her clit into the massager. Sean grabbed her hips and rammed into her over and over.

“Holy fuck, babe. That thing is making your whole pussy vibrate.”

He slammed away groaning whileshe closed her eyes and thought of Geoff. Pretending it was him behind her instead of Sean and instantly she tightened around Sean’s dick and came twitching on her wand. She threw it to the side, unable to handle it anymore and thrust back into Sean, riding through her orgasm.

“Oh yaaaa. You love my dick inside you don’t you, babe. Cumming like a porn star,” he said, out of breath from his efforts his sweat dripping onto her ass.

Jess shut her mind and pictured Geoff’s big, silky smooth dick inside her instead. In and out, pressing onto her g spot. Pretending those were Geoff’s balls slapping into her clit. Jess felt the pressure building, could hear Sean moan that he was going to cum. She pictured Geoff’s boyish face when he came, and just as Sean’s cum splashed into her she screamed out, her pussy spasming around Sean’s prick while he finished unloading inside her. He stood up and grabbed a dirty towel from the floor, wiping his dick off.

“Here,” he said, tossing the smelly thing to her. “Clean yourself up.”

With that, he walked off, stark naked, to the living room where she heard him turn on his Playstation.

***

A few hours later, Jess walked through the front door of Conifer. She had been working here since a week after her high school graduation., She was only supposed to have worked through the summer before attending university, but she had ended up staying. Her grades hadn’t been good enough and she needed time to plan what to do next.

She saw Geoff through the pass, putting his mise en place together for tonight’s service. Her heart fluttered. There were obvious perks to working here longer than she’d planned. The moment she had seen Geoff, she had fallen hard. He was funny, and hot, and an amazing cook. Even his short temper excited her. Of course, he didn’t even know she was alive at first, but she was a cunning and tenacious girl that was used to getting her way from men.

Geoff wasn’t the first man she’d stepped out on Sean with, but he was the most difficult to seduce and that had turned her on even more.

Geoff looked up and saw her, looking at her as one would an inanimate object. Jess curled her lips into a flirty smile and waved to him. Geoff güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri didn’t smile, but he nodded curtly before returning to his work. Jess felt her clit tingle and decided she would need to fuck him tonight. It would be even better for her if he objected. She enjoyed chasing him.

***

Halfway through dinner service, Jess went to the washroom and removed her panties which increased her already intense state of arousal. She balled them into her hand and walked past the line cooks, slowing near Geoff. When he turned to garnish a plate on the pass, Jess slid her hand with the panties into the back pocket of his chef pants, lightly squeezing his cheek. He looked over his shoulder with an annoyed expression.

She watched as he checked his back pocket, then quickly stuffed her lacy Cheeky’s back into his pocket, his eyes almost popping out of his head. She winked salaciously and strutted back into the dining room. Througout her shift she made sure to bend over tables further than necessary in case Geoff was watching, but everytime she looked over he was engrossed with his work.

Not to be discouraged, Jess decided to flirt openly with a table of frat boys out to celebrate the end of exams. She was giggling at their jokes and taking a shots with them as they offered, which was encouraged in her job so long as she could still do what she was supposed to.

As dinner service wound down she was getting pretty tipsy and was now taking ice tea shots instead of the whiskey the kept ordering for her. As she handed them their bills one of them grabbed her ass. She startled at first, but recovered quickly, giving a charming grin.

“Thank you for the shots and giggles gentlemen. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening”

She looked up to notice that Geoff was staring at her. His jaw was tight and his eyes flashed with something she could swear was jealousy. He got a hold of himself quickly and turned away. Jess smiled.

“Ohhhh,” said butt grabber, nodding towards the kitchen. “Your boyfriend?:”

“Something like that,” she replied, handing everyone their change.

She wrapped up the rest of her tables and went to the back. The cooks had closed the line and were changing. Walking right in towards her own locker, she saw Geoff out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t need to change, but figured she could stall and wait until the others left. She removed her apron and shook her hair free as she watched people leave. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and was lifting it over her head when she heard Geoff’s voice right behind her, causing her pussy to flow freely onto her thigh.

“I think you misplaced these.”

He held a hand over her shoulder, her panties dangling off the end of one finger. She smiled and grabbed them, turning around.

“I knew exactly where they were.”

Geoff looked at her dangerously. “You have fun getting drunk with your buddies out there tonight?”

Yes, he was jealous. She knew it.

“Nice to have someone pay attention to me,” she challenged.

Turning back to her locker, she grabbed a tank top and slid it on. Geoff stepped closer.

“That’s all you’re ever looking for,” he breathed into her ear. “Attention. Regardless of the cost.”

He reached his right hand up her skirt and pressed two fingers easily inside her sopping hole. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, tightening around his digits.

“You get off on the attention men pay you.specially unavailable men.”

He slid his fingers out, only to slide them right back in. She groaned, closing her eyes,

“You want us all to fill that need, no matter what that means, and you’ll go to extreme lengths to get it.”

He slid his fingers easily in and out of her. She was getting close. So close. The pressure was building and just as she was about to release, he abruptly pulled his fingers out and walked back to his locker. She stood catching her breath. Geoff closed his locker and walked passed her.

“Meet me at my car,” he said as he passed. So low she almost wasn’t sure he had really said it.

She could still feel his fingers inside her. She grabbed her purse and shoved her panties in it. She might need these later.

***

She got into the passenger seat, unsure what to expect and Geoff drove off towards the river. He slid his right hand up her thigh and she parted her long lean legs. His middle and ring finger slid into her and he hooked his fingers as though summoning her. Her head rolled back onto the head rest, her lips parting as she ground herself onto his hand. His fingers didn’t leave her pussy until he pulled down a dirt road and parked in a dark spot overlooking the river. It was deserted.

Jess had almost cum again right as they turned onto this road, but the removal of his fingers delayed her gratification once more. Having been so close to the edge twice now, she felt down right ravenous.

He slammed the car into park, got out and came over to her door, opening it and pulling her out. He güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri lifted her up against the car and pressed his hips into hers. Jess could feel his boner through his jeans, pressing against her naked cunt. She was drunker than she had realized and lacking coordination, she leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his face away, kissing her neck instead.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” she whined.

Geoff responded by putting her down and opening the back door. Seating himself, hepulled her in on top of him. She straddled him. Feeling his erection right on her exposed clit, she started grinding on him, looking for her release.

“I won’t kiss you because you’re not my wife. Because I don’t want you to think this is anything beyond just fucking. Because you’re an attention whore that practically begged me to fuck her. Look at you, dry humping me like a bitch in heat.”

Jess winced, stung by his words. She reached down and undoing his belt and zipper, dipped her long fingers into his boxers and pulled out his glorious cock.

Geoff groaned as she settled her hips above his, pressing her dripping hole over his rock hard dick.

“Stop Jess. I have condoms in my pocket.”

Jess laughed softly, and ignoring his request, settled further onto him and started rocking.

“Oh fuck, Jess.”

He could say all the terrible things he wanted about her, but here, in these moments, when he was inside her, she knew he was into her. He wanted her right now as bad as she wanted him in every other moment and that was everything.

Jess rode hard, rocking her hips into him, feeling him throb inside her. Her engorged clit rubbing on his pubic hair. She threw her hand to the side, planting it firmly in the steamy window and pressed hard down onto him. Geoff was bucking into her, breathing hard, his hands on her hips. He was close.

“Get off, Jess. I’m gonna cum,” he said.

Jess smiled deviantly and looked into his eyes, continuing to ride his dick to Nirvana.

“Get the fuck off,” he said, panicked.

“That’s the plan,”she giggled, slamming down harder.

She felt Geoff struggle under her, trying to get her off of him, but he couldn’t get any leverage with his legs. He just ended up thrusting into her harder.

The heat built up in Jess’ clit until it radiated out and down her legs, exploding in a burst. Geoff screamed, cursing as she felt his semen shoot in hot spurts against the spasming walls of her tunnel.

“Fuck, Jess. What the fuck.” He grabbed her hips and slammed her now limp body onto his dick like a jackhammer, as spurt after spurt shot into her. “Is that what you fucking wanted! Here have it all”

A few more violent thrusts and he was drained.

He tossed her off of him and tucked his cock back into his pants. Jess crumpled uselessly on the backseat, her legs and pussy twitching uncontrollably. Geoff opened the door and got out, only to get back in on the driver’s side. He started the car and drove fast, off of the secluded river road. Cursing, he stepped harder on the gas. Jess’s mind began to clear as she regained control of her body.

He was mad. Like really mad at her. She smiled, knowing that she was getting to him. He had cum so hard he wasn’t going to forget that anytime soon. He would keep coming back to her for more. Suddenly, she remembered the panties in her purse and she leaned over the passenger seat to grab it. Geoff didn’t even glance at her.

Jess moved to the side of the back, where Geoff couldn’t see her, and quietly used the panties to wipe Geoff’s jizz as it leaked out of her. She hiked her skirt up, so the rest would leak onto the seat and she discreetly tucked her cum stained panties into the fold of the seat, leaving just a tiny piece showing.

Geoff pulled into a Shoppers Drugmart and left Jess confused in the back seat. When he came out a minute later, he had a small bag that he gave to her. She opened the bag and laughed. A small blue box that read “Plan B” and a bottle of water.

“Take it,” he said gruffly.

“I’m on the pill,” she lied, trying to hand the bag back.

“The pill fails. I would never have cum inside you by choice. Take the damn pill.” He didn’t even look at her.

She conceded. What could it hurt? She took the pill out of the package and popped it into her mouth. Tucking it under her tongue, she swallowed some water and opened her mouth wide to show it was gone.

Geoff nodded his consent.”Get in. I’ll drive you home.”

Jess panicked. She couldn’t have Geoff drop her at home. Sean would be there.

She grabbed her purse from the back seat and looked Geoff in the eyes.

“Those frat guys gave me their number. I think I’ll shoot them a message and meet them for a nightcap.” She winked at him. “Thanks for a good time though.”

With that she leaned in and kissed his clenched lips, eaving her lipstick behind. She turned on her heel and walked off. Pulling out her phone, she messaged Josh, the guy who’d grabbed her ass.

Finished güvenilir bahis şirketleri work. Are you guys still up for a few drinks?

The response was immediate.

Hell yes. We’re at Beau’s.

She heard Geoff’s car drive off and she was suddenly filled with anxiety. He was going home to his wife. A woman he worshiped. And with reason. She was every guys wet dream. Curvy. Perfect skin. Full lips and bright blue eyes like an ocean. Jess smiled to herself as she imagined Max finding her panties drenched in Geoff’s cum in the back seat.

Jess spat out the pill that sat under her tongue and waited for her Uber.

***

Back in the dorm room with four of the frat boys, Josh, Devin, Drake and Cedric, she was wasted and didn’t even know how they had gotten there. They were holding her up, as they walked down the hall, all of them laughing about something she couldn’t remember.

They entered josh’s room and plopped her on the bed. One of them offered her a beer and she took it. Drunk as she was, she knew these guys wanted her. They looked at her like she was meat. She loved it. She had never been with more than one guy at once and the idea made her unclothed pussy drip. She stood up gracelessly and walked over to Devin, a large dark skinned man with broad shoulders and narrow hips. She wrapped her free hand around his neck and pulled him to her in a sloppy kiss. He kissed her back exuberantly and put down his drink so he could put his hands on her ass, pulling her up towards him.

“Mmmmm. You horny girl? ” he asked, as she pressed closer into him.

She was horny. In fact, she felt down right insatiable. She felt extra slutty tonight because she knew she probably still had Geoff’s cum inside her. Just the thought of adding more cum to that made her moan.

Devin’s hands were aggressively massaging her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and mashing them back together while they made out. The other guys were watching and Jess summoned Josh over. He put down his beer and pulled off his shirt as he walked up behind her. He started kissing her neck and reached around to grab her tits.

Jess released Devin’s lips and craned her head back to kiss Josh, sliding her tongue against his. Devins hands abandoned her ass as he took off his shirt and dropped his pants, revealing some plaid shorts with a tent. He walked back to Jess and pulled her skirt off.

“No panties? Girl, did you have this planned?”

She laughed drunkenly.

“Maybe,” she slurred. “Maybe I knew I’d met a group of men who could finally satisfy me.”

Devin slid his hand up her thigh to her pussy, cupping it in his palm, he pulled it away and examined it.

“Looks like you’ve already been satisfied tonight.”

“All that proves is that I satisfied another man tonight. Not that he satisfied me.”

Devin grinned. “Well girl, you’re in for a treat tonight then.”

With that he plunged his fingers into her sticky hole, sliding them in and out, while Josh fondled her tits and pressed his dick against her backside. Drake and Cedric started undressing and walked over to Jess, each taking a space to her sides. They ran their hands up and down her abdomen and thighs, kissing her shoulders. Jess reached her hand down and grabbed a dick in each hand. Cedric was a modest size and drake was big. The contrast of the two sizes excited her.

She couldn’t wait to feel them all cum inside her. Stroking the cocks in awkward grips, the guys started getting more intense, biting her shoulders and grabbing her flesh. All the while Devin was pounding her pussy with four fingers. Devin squeezed his thumb to his fingers and inserted his entire hand into her. Slowly at first, but then he picked up the pace. Thank God Josh was holding her up by her breasts or she’d be unable to stand.

They were all growling in a low primal way she’d never heard before. Devin’s hand was filling her completely, putting her in a space between pain and pleasure. She was glad she was drunk or it would likely have been more pain.

As she felt her pussy tighten and begin to spasm, Devin removed his fist, leaving her to have her orgasm in thin air, every touch heightened while she humped the air where his hand had been. Her cries were muffled by Cedric’s mouth as she came.

Devin’s body returned, naked and he scooped up her thighs with the help of his friends and positioned her onto his hips. Her stretched out pussy slid easily onto Devin’s girthy dick. Still riding the end of her orgasm, Jess immediately started into a second one, grinding herself onto his cock. She sank her teeth into his shoulder and humped him fast and hard, without any regard for his enjoyment. Her legs sealed around his ass and she pressed into him until she felt the valve release.

Screaming loudly, “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Oh God, yes. Don’t stop.”

Her orgasm slowed her pace, but she didn’t stop. She needed more. She needed him to cum.

“Holy fuck, sweetheart. You’re an animal,” Josh said from behind her.

He dropped his hands from her, leaving his friends to support her, Devin still pounding into her pussy. He pulled his pants down and stepped back towards her. Spitting into his hand, he rubbed it onto his cock. He positioned the head of his cock into her pussy. He must feel Devin’s cock sliding along his as he pressed into her.

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Looking back, Ryan realized he should have seen it coming. He should have seen the signs. He wasn’t sure if it was simple mindedness or naivety that kept him from seeing it. Regardless, he had been warned and Pandora’s Box was now open.

It was a pay Friday like any other. The office was quiet as most of the managers and supervisors took advantage of an alternate work schedule and were off on pay Fridays. Only the grunts were expected to be there five days a week. It was about 2 p.m. when he got an email message from Cat, one of the summer interns.

“You in?” she asked.

“Yep, what’s up?”

“Could you help me in the storage room? I need to put some boxes on the top shelf and they’re heavy. I’d appreciate it.”

“Sure thing, be right there!” Ryan eagerly replied, always more than willing to lend a hand.

That should have been another red flag. But hey, who would have thought the 24-year old intern would be in to the 38-year old “old guy” in the office. He’d been warned by others in the office that she’d been talking about him, but he just blew it off as people wanting to gossip and start rumors.

Ryan made his way to the storage room on the first floor. The door was slightly ajar.

“Cat?” he called out.

“In here, Ryan” she yelled back.

Ryan entered the storage room to find Cat struggling to get a heavy file box on the top shelf. Her short dress was hiked up slightly as she stood on her tip toes trying to get an extra bit of reach. Ryan blushed a little seeing more of Cat than he should have.

“Here, let me get that,” he said as he moved in behind her taking a hold of the box. She giggled nervously as she ducked under his extended arms to get out of the way. The smell of her perfume lingered in his nostrils. canlı bahis Ryan felt a wave of heat go through him. Then he heard it. The distinctive click of the door closing and being locked.

“What are…” Ryan was cut off mid-sentence as she pushed him back into the shelves and kissed him deeply. “…you doing?” Ryan finished his sentences as she broke their embrace.

“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m doing! You and I both know we want this!”

Cat dropped to her knees and made quick work of undoing his belt and pants. He was in shock. Frozen like a deer in headlights. His mind was still processing the kiss. The moment he felt her mouth wrapped around his cock he snapped back to reality. Ryan tried to push her back but she resisted, grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper into her mouth.

It had been ages since a woman had sucked his cock. His conscious was telling him to fight this, to put a stop to it, but the pleasure she was giving him was keeping him from it. Ryan’s cock grew harder each time she went down on it. He couldn’t stop her. He couldn’t fight her. His balls tightened and his cock throbbed, he was about to cum. Cat could sense it. She suddenly stopped and released his cock.

“Not yet!” she cooed. “Fuck me!”

He tried to protest, but she quickly turned around and bent over the shelving, pulling her dress up and pushing her panties to the side as she did. Her pussy glistened. She was more than ready for his cock to be in her.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked looking back over her shoulder at him.

“Cat, I shouldn’t be doing this! I’m happily married!”

“Your wife’s not here and I need fucked! Who’s going to know? I won’t tell if you won’t!” she retorted as she grabbed his bahis siteleri cock and pulled him towards her awaiting pussy.

He didn’t know why, but he didn’t fight her. Maybe it was curiosity. Curiosity of what another pussy felt like. He had never been with anyone but his wife. Maybe it was shock. His mind still wasn’t fully processing what was happening. Either way, it was happening, and he wasn’t stopping it.

Precum oozed from Ryan’s throbbing cock. Cat used it to tease her aching pussy, mixing it with her own wetness as she rubbed it between her swollen pussy lips and lightly smacked it on her clit. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she lined it up with the entrance of her tight hole and in one quick motion, impaled herself on him. Cat gasped as she did. She hadn’t realized just how thick his cock was. She wasn’t as ready for it as she thought she was. She was filled completely, stretched like never before. It was as a fullness she could easily get used to, if he’d let her. She reached behind him, grabbed his ass and pull him as deep as possible. She held him there until she was accustomed to his size.

She could feel him throbbing in her. She knew he wouldn’t last long. And she was on the verge of cumming herself. It had been a long time since she’d been fucked.

Cat slow pulled herself off him until only the tip of his cock remained in her. Ryan moaned in pleasure. She lingered for only a moment before thrusting herself back on him hard. Again Ryan moaned in pleasure.

Cat couldn’t take it, she quickly grew tired of waiting for Ryan to take charge of the situation. She looked back at him. Ryan could see a crazed look in her eye, like a wild animal.

“God damn it,” she scowled. “Fuck me!”

Ryan’s own animalistic bahis şirketleri instinct kicked in. He grabbed her by the waist and started fucking her at a furious pace. She met him thrust for thrust taking him deeply, each time a loud slapping sound could be heard as her ass smacked against him. Ryan was sure someone would hear them. His nervousness kept him from cumming too quickly.

Cat’s pussy started to tingle. She knew she was close to cumming. She knew they were running out of time, she had to take control. Cat picked up the pace, slamming back on Ryan making him almost lose his balance. Her hand teased her aroused clit. In a matter of seconds Ryan could fell her tense up. Her pussy started to spasm as she came on his cock. It was too much for Ryan. He went over the edge. He attempted to pull out to cum all over her tight little ass, but her pussy was gripping him like a hunger ravaged animal. He couldn’t stop and he couldn’t pull out. Ryan’s cock pulsed and twitched as he filler her with his cum.

Ryan remained inside Cat for a few moments until her pussy release its grip on him allowing him to pull out. He fell back on to the shelving to catch his breath. Cat quickly straightened her clothes. Ryan could see a tail of cum running down her leg. She leaned over and kissed him one last time before cautiously opening the door. Seeing no one, she slipped away leaving Ryan to recover.

After a few moments, Ryan managed to compose himself. He dressed and quickly and quietly slipped out of the file room unnoticed and made his way back to his desk. Upon sitting down, he noticed one of his file drawers was partially open. He tried to close it, but there was something in the way. He opened the drawer to see what it was. Cum soaked panties. Her cum soaked panties…with a note – “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow!”

Ryan felt sick. He ran to the restroom to splash some cold water on his face. He looked in the mirror. “What have I done?” he thought. “What have I done?”

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There it went, my mind wandering again. Scanning the patrons at our favorite seafood joint. Not crazy about the place but everyone else seemed to like it, and I was here more for the social aspect than the food. Was kind of in my haze. Everyone else was in a conversation on a topic I was not big on so as they talked, I daydreamed. The talk receded into the distance. I did some people watching and yeah, I looked at women.

My eyes would inevitably come back to our table and Megan. Sweet Megan. She and her husband Jim became friends with us through mutual friends. Isn’t that how everyone meets? I thought she was cute and funny from the beginning, but as time passed I was surprised at how deeply I felt for her.

Looking at her, unaware, caught up in the conversation and laughing with everyone, I had to smile. I thought she was so beautiful. She did not have the face or body of a Playboy foldout. That is what I loved about her. Whatever it was that she would tell you she didn’t like about her body or her looks is exactly what I would think made her sexy.

She was tall, nice curves and long legs, and was the only redhead I had ever known that could actually get a deep tan in the summer. Her skin was luminescent. Her skin. I stared at it. It was smooth and brown. I imagined what it must feel like. Christ! I was already imagining her in my embrace, moving my hand under her shirt in back and sliding it up until I felt her bra. OK, snap out of it!

What I had with Megan was not just in my head. Sweet Megan had feelings for me too. We spent last Fourth of July with them and everyone was getting majorly wasted. A slow song came on the stereo and Megan took my hand. I assumed the traditional slow dance pose with my left hand raised to take hers. Instead she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me close.

It is amazing what you can communicate to someone without words, just with touch. I felt her warm breath in my ear. When we were turned from view my hands would explore her torso. God, is there anything more erotic than a woman’s lower back? I could feel her hips pressed against mine.

Later we all retired to the living room to watch TV. The lights were off with just the flickering cold glow of the screen to illuminate the room. Megan sat beside me on the couch. As we watched TV, her hand found mine and she threaded her fingers through mine and squeezed tight. We opened our grasp and I slid my index finger slowly back and forth through her fingers. While all of us were watching TV, our hands were making love and we both knew it. We just couldn’t say it.

Yes, she had told me in so many words that she was in love with me online. Much easier than in person, that’s for sure. However, there was the unspoken rule: lovers online, just friends in public. Can there be a more torturous situation than two people that feel a moral obligation but an irresistible attraction?

It was Monday morning, long after the wife had left for work, when the door bell rang. I slowly walked downstairs half expecting to see someone selling something. I pulled the door open slowly and peered around. My heart skipped a beat and I felt numb. It was Megan, smiling awkwardly.

“Megan! You’re the last person I expected güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri to see! Come on in!” I exclaimed as she walked through the door with two half empty bottles.

“I just thought I would bring back your wine from last night,” she said as she placed the bottles on the counter.

“Well you didn’t have to,” I assured her.

We made a bit of nervous small talk followed by an awkward silence, both of us looking at each other and then the floor.

“OK, well better get going I guess,” she said as she paused a moment and then came toward me with arms outstretched.

We had hugged many times before but the moment we came together, we both realized why this time was completely different. Without even thinking about it, we both felt the absence of anyone watching us. Those that would cause us to adhere to the social custom of a hug that was “just long enough.” As the hug went on we talked and laughed back and forth. We both knew we wanted it to go longer.

And then… that moment. That moment when you sensed that your first kiss was imminent. The moment when you realized that the other person wanted just what you did. We stopped talking, and just stood, holding each other. With my hips rubbing against hers, I felt myself getting hard. I put my lips against her face and started placing soft kisses on her cheek over and over working closer to her mouth. My mouth came down on the corner of hers. I couldn’t believe I was this close! I wanted to savor the moment.

I opened my hand and placed it softly on her cheek. I brought my face to hers with my lips barely on hers, moving them sideways to feel the texture of them against mine. So soft, so sensual. I then kissed her full on the mouth, but lightly, separating my lips from hers, just so I could feel them come together again.

With my arm low on her back, I pulled her tightly against me. My lips came down on hers again and I felt her tongue enter my mouth with mine immediately intertwined with it, our breathing becoming deeper and faster. I then started to live my fantasy. I slid my hands under the back of her shirt. Her skin was so smooth and warm. My fingers inched further upward, feeling the texture of her spine and every muscle, until I felt her bra.

Fuck! I had no fear left, I pulled at the clasp and undid it. The tight straps went suddenly limp. She heaved and started to tremble, as to surrender herself. I moved my hands from her back, around her sides and to where I was taking her breasts full in my hands. I stared into her eyes and in a moment I was pulling her shirt open and she was yanking my t-shirt over my head. We were both naked from the waist up and I was holding her warm, firm flesh against mine.

I couldn’t believe how incredible she felt! I grabbed at her pants to unbutton them, pulling them open and yanking the zipper down. I slid my hand inside her panties and felt silkiness on the back of my hand and soft pubes and skin on the front. As I moved down I felt her lips part, my fingers exploring the wetness between them. She stopped kissing me so she could catch her breath.

With her head on my shoulder and her arms tight around my neck, she moaned with pleasure as first two fingers explored güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the outside. With my fingers wet, I moved upward and found her clit, rubbing with a circular motion. She stifled little screams as her hips twitched from the sensations. I then with one quick motion slid my fingers deep inside her. She grabbed my neck tighter and I felt her muscles contracting around my fingers. I slid them in and out, fucking her with a steady rhythm.

She suddenly pushed me back as my hand came out. Almost with the same motion she began tugging at my belt. Oh shit! My cock had been rock hard from the beginning and was aching from being restrained so long. She dropped to her knees and started undoing the button. She looked up at me with a smile, since it was so obvious what was going on in there. She pulled the zipper down, then with both hands grabbed the top of my jeans and underwear together and pulled them out and down to my ankles. My dick was throbbing and pointing at her face.

She smiled at me again and slowly wrapped her long slender fingers around it and squeezed lightly. The sensation almost sent me through the roof. With her hand loosely around it she moved her fingertips up and down it, exploring the textures. Holding it at the base of the shaft now, she moved her face closer, extending her tongue and flicking it under the tip a few times then licking down the side.

Her teasing was driving me crazy! Then suddenly she opened her mouth and quickly took it in deep. She then grabbed my ass with both hands and started rhythmically pulling, using my cock to fuck her face. My eyes rolled back in my head and was is all I could do to keep from exploding in her mouth. She took one hand off my ass and softly cupped my balls, stroking them ever so lightly. I put a hand on her cheek and slid my thumb down to where I could feel both her lips and my wet cock moving in and out.

I didn’t want this to end but I could feel pressure building and there was no way I wanted this to end this soon. I pulled out my dick and said, “Your turn.” I pushed her back so she was sitting on the couch. I got on my knees, grabbing her pants and pulling them off with the panties. I put my hands under her legs behind her knees and lifted them while spreading them. My eyes were glued to her pussy. It was gorgeous. Her labia was like a rose and as her legs moved farther open, the lips opened softly revealing the pink smooth opening. I pushed her legs farther back so that it was pointing straight up at me.

I could feel her breathing harder as I moved my face closer. I put my lips gently on her inner thigh and kissed it softly over and over as I moved closer in. I wanted to savor that luscious skin, I wanted to taste and feel every square inch. I moved to the other thigh and playfully bit it ever so lightly. She giggled and jumped a bit. I took my tongue and licked her thigh toward the center but not quite arriving there. Then I blew a stream of cool air along the wetness I had just created. She gasped and arched her back. I could hold back no longer.

I took my tongue and made a long stroke from the bottom of her pussy up over her clit, and repeated that over and over, drinking in the overflowing güvenilir bahis şirketleri juices.

I could hear her whimpering cries intensify until she cried out, “Oh shit! I’m going to cum!”

Her legs jerked back uncontrollably as her torso lunged forward. I thrust my tongue inside her and could feel the pulsing of the contractions. I looked up at her from my vantage point to see her expression was that of complete surrender while her chest and face were flushed beet red.

She was overcome and cried out, “I need you to fuck me now!”

I pulled her down onto the floor, pushed her legs back and put the head of my cock against her open lips. I could tell she had no patience for being teased anymore so I brought my body down on her thrusting my shaft in deep.

She was warm and slick but oh so tight around me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders tight, turning my hips down and forward in a steady and forceful grinding rhythm, my pubic area massaging her clit. I brought my head up and looked into her eyes. Our bodies were as one. Her hips were in sync with mine as I kissed her deeply.

She followed my cue once again as I stood up and motioned for her to bend over and grab the couch. I stood behind her and spread her ass apart, guiding my cock into her dripping wet pussy once again. She whimpered as I grabbed her hips, pulling her ass against me, driving deep.

I put my thumb into my mouth to get it wet then spread her cheeks again to get a better view . I put the wet tip of my thumb against her asshole, circling around it to get it moist.. Then, oh so slowly I ran it inside while still stroking with my cock. She gave out a squeaky scream of pleasure and moved her ass back toward me to encourage my thumb to go deeper.

Soon it was all the way in and through the thin walls my thumb could feel my cock moving in and out. Her squeaks of pleasure were rising and becoming more rapid and I could tell she is going to cum again. All of a sudden, her back arched like a cat as she gave out a loud scream. She was coming hard and I could feel her pelvic muscles clamping down on my dick. Holy shit! It felt as though she would crush it!

I continued a feverish rhythm until I could feel the pressure building to where I was not going to be able to deny it any longer. She sensed that I was very close to coming and pushed me off and sat on the couch facing me. She rammed her mouth down the shaft of my cock over and over. The pressure built to the breaking point.

My whole groin area grew quickly warm and tingly. She pulled her mouth off so just her parted lips were brushing the very tip. She was stroking my cock lightly with her hand. I let out a large groan, my knees starting to buckle as huge streams of cum exploded out of my cock. The first one just missed her mouth and made a long sticky stripe across her cheek. Then one thick mass of jizz after another shot into her mouth. I don’t think I had ever cum that hard!

The flow finally subsided as she wrapped her hand around my still twitching cock to wring out the last few drops, licking them off the tip. I collapsed onto the couch and just sat there in a warm haze. She lowered herself onto her knees facing me, and with her eyes locked on mine, she slowly pushed my cum out of her mouth with her tongue, cascading over her lower lip and down her chin before falling like thick, pearl raindrops onto her breasts.

We both smiled. I reached out and pulled her to me, kissing her one last time, enjoying the mixed flavors of our love together.

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Here is the first part of this story, I hope everyone enjoys it. If you would like to see more of it or have any suggestions please feel free to contact me! Remember, I am into toys and bi-sexual men!

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We decide to meet, I go to the hotel and check in. I go upstairs and it is a very nice room. A big king size bed, a Jacuzzi in the corner. I am a little nervous so I have a glass of wine and I turn on the stereo, I decide to take a dip in the Jacuzzi. I undress and get in, it is so hot I can barely sit down but my body gets used to it. It feels so good, between the wine and the hot water I am getting very drowsy. I lay in the tub for a long time, I am so relaxed I don’t even hear you come in. I open my eyes and you are smiling down at me. We don’t say anything.

You refill my glass, get one for yourself and start to undress in front of me. You slide into the tub and wrap your arms around me. You kiss my hair and my neck and my shoulders. I go limp in your arms I am so relaxed. Then I feel your hands starting to explore my body. You touch each breast then your güvenilir bahis fingers trace a line down my stomach to the sweetness between my legs. I part my legs slightly and you caress my thighs and hips. Then you find my clit, your hands feel so good. I raise my hips a bit letting you know I want more. You slide a finger into my waiting pussy, then two fingers, you can feel my muscles contracting around your fingers.

I want more! I raise myself out of the tub and sit on the edge, I spread my legs wide for you so you can see all of me. I gently touch my clit and I pull your head down with my other hand. You lick me from my clit down to my ass. It feels so good! I am going to cum all over your face. I push your face into me more, you push your tongue into me as far as it will go! I start to grind my hips into you faster, you slide two fingers into me and you lick me at the same time, oh yes, let me cum all over you. The orgasm seems to last forever! It feels so good and I love watching you lick me. I pull you up to me so that I can kiss you and lick the juice from your lips türkçe bahis and your chin, it tastes so good.

Now I get to return the favor, I start by kissing your whole face and your neck, down to your nipples, you moan as I nibble on them. I reach down in the water and I can feel your hardness, I cup your balls and squeeze them, you moan more. I gently start to guide you out of the tub so that you are on the edge. I spread your legs so I can see everything, I slip the head of your cock into my warm mouth, I push all of you into my mouth down my throat and I just hold you there and savor the warmth in my mouth, I start sliding my mouth up and down, I can taste pre-cum.

It is sweet. I make my way from the head down to your balls, I lick them and suck them into my mouth and twirl my tongue around them, and then I make my way down to your sweet sweet ass. I circle my tongue around it, you push towards me wanting me to slide my tongue into you, I tease you for a bit longer then push my tongue in, you let out a huge sigh……

I push in further, then I slide in one finger güvenilir bahis siteleri and you moan even louder, I keep my finger inside of you and lick back up towards your cock, you are so hard! I love how hard you get and you have pre-cum dripping down the shaft. I lick it all off, keeping my finger in your ass, I slide it in and out and I know you are loving it! I then wrap my mouth around your throbbing cock, I know you are going to cum soon. I slide another finger into your ass, you are holding your cock and squeezing the bottom of it while I suck on the head, then you push my head all the way down, I push my fingers deeper into your ass and then I feel all of your muscles tighten and then I taste the first of your cum and you shoot your load deep into my mouth, you pull my hair and bring my head up and you shoot the rest on my neck and chest, I lick the last drops from you.

You slide back into the water and take me into your arms, we kiss each other lightly and just hold each other. I pull away for a moment to get our glasses and to pour some bath oil in so that we can have some bubbles. The scent is heavenly. We toast each other and drink down our wine then we both just sink deeper into the water to enjoy all of the feelings that are going through our bodies.

How much better can this evening get?

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“If I receive one more complaint from a customer about you, Dwayne, you’re fired.”

“Okay, Mr. Johnson. Thank you, sir, for giving me another chance.”

“I mean it, Dwayne, this is your last chance at your new position,” said Mr. Johnson, while wagging his finger in his face. “You’re the official greeter. You greet the customers, roll them a carriage, and should they ask you a question, direct them where to go. Otherwise just stand there and smile and try not to look as stupid as you are. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Yes, Sir, Mr. Johnson. Thank you, sir,” he said reaching out his hand and when Mr. Johnson shook his hand, Dwayne pulled him closer to give him a big, bear hug, while lifting his wallet from the back pocket of his pants. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll make you proud.”

“Just do your job, Dwayne,” said Mr. Johnson walking away and waving a hand in the air. “Just do your job.”

“Welcome to Mall-Mart. Happy Holidays,” said Dwayne to an elderly woman and offering her a carriage. “Welcome Mall-Mart. Merry Christmas,” he said to a mother with her child.

“Is this your new job, Dwayne?”

“Yeah, Shirley. Mr. Johnson said this is it for me. I’m out the door if I screw up again,” he said with a smug laugh. “Did you get it?”

“Get what?”

“Quit screwin’ with me Shirley. Did you get Debbie’s wallet?”

“Yeah, I got it,” she said with a sly smile. “She’s so dumb. Behind her credit cards are all her passwords. Duh!”

“We’ll have to act fast before she finds out it’s missing. She’ll return to her locker at work to look, but the store will be closed by the time she notices it missing. In the meantime, we have to get as much as we can.”

“Don’t worry. Her and Josh are leaving with her Daddy for that religious retreat. They aren’t supposed to bring any personal objects. She won’t miss her wallet for a week.”

“I got Johnson’s wallet. I’ll fix that fat bastard.”

“Get canlı bahis Robbie to pass out the carriages. Let’s take a break,” said Shirley. “I’m horny.”

“You’re always horny,” he said giving her ass a good squeeze. “Robbie,” said Dwayne to a mentally challenged man sweeping the floor. “I’m gonna go on break. Pass out the carriages for a while.”

“Sure, Dwayne. Welcome to Mall-Mart. Happy Holidays. Welcome to Mall-Mart. Happy Holidays. Welcome to Mall-Mart. Happy Holidays,” said Robbie as he pulled out carriages and gathered them around him.

“Wait until there’s a customer, Robbie.”

“Okay,” said Robbie looking up at Dwayne and smiling.

“Here comes one,” said Dwayne.

“Welcome to Mall-Mart. Happy Holidays,” said Robbie rolling the carriage to the customer just a little bit too forcefully.

Dwayne and Shirley walked out to the parking lot to where Dwayne’s beat up truck was parked. He got in one side and Shirley got in the other. Whenever they were together, they made out, as if it was their first time kissing.

Dwayne felt up Shirley, going under her blouse and lifting her bra, so as he could suck on her titties. He loved Shirley’s tits. He couldn’t get enough of her C cup breasts. Shirley busied herself feeling Dwayne’s cock through his pants, before taking it out and stroking it. Dwayne put his hand to the back of her head and forced her down for her to suck on it a little.

For two people who acted so mean and nasty to everyone else, they had a fairly loving relationship with each other.

“When we gonna get our own place, Dwayne? You promised,” said Shirley removing Dwayne’s cock from her mouth to talk. “I’m tired of having sex in your truck. It smells funny, like somethin’ died in here,” she said pitching old fast food wrappers out the window.

“We’ll start looking for a place tomorrow.”

“Where?”

“Dunno, yet. We need to find something in another town after taking bahis siteleri on these new identities for a while and getting credit in their good names. We’ll just drive, until we see somewhere we’d like to live.”

With their break nearly over, they started kissing again, acting as if they had been in prison and this was a conjugal visit. Dwayne was excited that he was finally going to leave this small town behind and move in with Shirley somewhere nice. Shirley was just excited because she was horny.

“There’s someone comin’, Dwayne,” said Shirley sitting up straight in the truck.

Josh and Debbie came strolling along holding hands. They had just finished working their shift and were on their way home, before heading off to the religious retreat. They lived together in a little apartment, just outside of town.

“Get a room,” said Josh to Dwayne.

“They can’t afford a room, Josh,” said Debbie laughing her annoying little laugh. “They don’t make as much an hour as we do.”

“Rich bitch,” said Dwayne giving them the finger. “I don’t understand why someone whose Daddy has as much money has he has works at Mall-Mart. The man is a millionaire.”

“Because Daddy said he’ll buy her a house, but first she has to see how the other half lives by living like them, so that she’ll have more of an appreciation for all that she has, once he gives it to her.”

“Yeah, well, she’s still a rich asshole and she’ll be poorer when I’m through with her.”

“They think they’re so perfect,” said Shirley. “They think their shit don’t smell, just because he’s a supervisor and she works in the cash office instead of cashiering. Fuck you,” screamed Shirley out the truck window.

“That’s tellin’ ’em Shirley,” said Dwayne, only you need to behave, now, Honey. You don’t want to be drawin’ unnecessary attention to us. Mall-Mart has cameras all over this parking lot.

“Do you think they saw me sucking your bahis şirketleri cock, Dwayne.”

“Nah, but I’m sure they saw me sucking on your titties.”

“Shut up, Dwayne. No they didn’t see my titties.”

“Well, if they didn’t before, they sure did now,” said Dwayne lifting Shirley’s top over her head and pulling up her bra, before she could pull it down.

“Dwayne! You’re such a pervert.”

“No more perverted than you, Shirley. You’re the one who’s always horny.”

“I wish I had pretty blonde hair like her,” said Shirley,” twirling and curling her mousey brown hair with her finger.

“You will, you’ll have pretty blonde hair, when you wear your blonde wig and smile for the bank cameras tomorrow. Besides, you’re prettier than she is, Shirley.”

“I am?”

“Yes you are.”

“Thank you, Dwayne.”

“C’mon, let’s get outta here,” said Dwayne starting his truck.

“Dwayne! I didn’t punch out. I’ll get docked.”

“It don’t matter Honey Bunny, we’ll have plenty of money tomorrow,” he said with a laugh. “Call Ruthie and have her punch out for you when she leaves her shift, if you’re bothered by it that much. She already knows your password, Honey Bunny.”

“Oh, Dwayne, I like it when you call me Honey Bunny, just like that couple in that movie, Pulp Fiction.”

Dwayne and Shirley opened up a checking account in another city and over the next week transferred and drained Debbie’s savings from her accounts. Then, using Mr. Johnson’s and Debbie’s identification, they opened accounts at stores buying furniture and electronics. This was going to be a good Christmas for Dwayne and Shirley.

“Merry Christmas, Shirley.”

“Oh, Dwayne, you bought me a diamond ring. It’s so big. It’s beautiful. I love you, Dwayne,” she said giving him a wet kiss.

“Here’s your gift, Dwayne.”

“Wow! A Rolex! Thank you, Shirley. Merry Christmas, Honey Bunny.”

Do you know where your wallet is? Do you know who has your information Online? What happened to Debbie and Mr. Johnson can happen to you. The money that Dwayne and Shirley stole won’t last forever. They may be in a town and in a Mall-Mart near you.

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As this was the first day off that they had had in common in a long time, Steve had built up his nerve and invited Terry to a picnic lunch. The two of them had been flirting for months like moths around a flame, but neither had made a move stronger than a brief kiss of friendship when going their separate ways. However, they both knew that this day would be different. Each of them had let their imaginations create exciting possibilities as well as apprehensions.

Steve had chosen the setting with care, the spot where the picnic would be held, the blanket, the basket, the lunch, and the wine. Each had been chosen after much thought and consultation with cookbooks and resources on the net. He wanted this picnic to be as perfect as possible.

Terry looked again at the invitation she had received. In appearance, you would think it was an invitation to a formal dinner at the White House. However, what it invited her to was a picnic with Steve. “I would be most pleased if you would join me for a picnic lunch, soaking up the spring sunshine, and a private swim.” The note provided detailed instructions on how to get to the picnicking spot. She called Steve to accept the invitation with more excitement than she had expected. Walking into her bedroom, she wondered, “Hmmm … what should I wear?” As she looked through the clothes in her walk in closet she considered the words of the invitation … the key words for her were “sunshine” and “private swim.” Choosing a snow white mid-thigh length sundress, she stepped back into her bedroom. Terry was nude as she stood in front of the mirror and held the dress up in front of her.

Her image reflected in the mirror as she brought up the dress, her dark golden skin that glowed with the Native American part of her heritage. Her dark auburn hair flowing down to her shoulders and flashed with deep red as she walked through the sun from the skylight. Her eyes are a clear brown that reflects flecks of gold in the sunlight. Her cheekbones show her heritage with a strong chin just below full lips. Her shoulders are broad and perfectly match her womanly hips and waist. Her 36C breasts are perfectly proportioned to match the rest with nipples that hint of the babies who had suckled there. Just below the slight swell of a belly, her pubic mound is smooth, shaved, and tanned. At five foot ten, she has long firm legs that are spread slightly and support her and in her building excitement, you can just catch the hint of her swelling pussy lips between her legs as the sun shines on the floor behind her.

While Terry is selecting her dress, Steve is in the glen carefully preparing for the picnic. Typically male, he was wearing old cut-off dungarees and a black tank top; he selected his cloths with comfort and the weather in mind. Steve is not big enough to be hulking, but at an even six feet, his broad muscular shoulders and powerful legs reflect his Celtic Warrior heritage, not a love for the gym. His fine brown hair is short but no longer reflected his military days. His soft brown beard is starting to show a little gray, although his hair does not. His chest, legs, and arms were covered in soft hair that is ample, but not excessive

Steve carefully selects the spot to lay out the large blanket he had chosen, spreading out the softly quilted cotton he places the picnic basket and sets out fine china plates and delicate crystal wine glasses that sang. Each place setting does not miss a detail. Taking the two bottles of wine that he had brought, we walks to the stream, secures a line to each, then lowers them into the coldest part of the stream to chill. Looking over his preparations, he decided that everything was perfect. Sitting back on a large, smooth, flat, white stone which extended like a diving board over the crystal clear pool at the base of the water fall, he pulls off his tank top, lights a cigarette and soaks up the warm sun while waiting for Terry to arrive.

The glen was nestled in a forested valley. Nothing can be heard there except the slight rustle of the trees, the gentle roar of the falls, and the occasional sound of wildlife. Almost a half circle of short green grass fifty yards across, it faces the south side of the stream. The West end of the stream, as it enters the glen, is an eight foot water fall that had formed a deep crystal clear pool perfect for swimming. The stream had smaller pools that were fed as the waters gurgled between the rocks. At the head of the falls and at various places along the stream, water from hot springs mix with the icy chill of the mountains to create varying temperatures depending on where you were. The north side of the stream is heavily forested and soars with rocky outcroppings that sparkle with waterfalls large and small. Always lush, even in winter, the glen is a place out of time.

Hearing a slight rustle from the other side of the stream, Steve looks and sees a large whitetail buck step powerfully from the forest. The buck decides that Steve is no threat and lowers his head to drink. Suddenly the güvenilir bahis buck’s head comes up high and with a single leap disappears. Turning his head the other way, Steve sees Terry enter the other side of the glen. Rising from the stone, he walks toward the picnic blanket that is between them and prepares to meet his guest with a rapidly beating heart.

As Terry walks out of the shadows of the forest toward him, the sun turns her hair to an auburn fire and her sundress into a white fog. A fog that only shadows her nudity as the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips fill Steve’s eyes. As his eyes drink her in, his eyes move up until the only thing he sees are the pools of brown that are hers.

As Terry steps up to Steve he takes her hands in his and while still swimming in the pools of her eyes says, “Welcome to my glen, you just missed a huge whitetail buck.”

With a chuckle and a smile, Terry responds, “Damn, I’m always missing the good sights, but that is ok, because I have a great sight right here in front of me.”

Steve turns to face the glen, the falls, and the picnic, with an encompassing wave of his arm he says, “I hope you like the glen, it is my favorite place to get away and relax. You are extremely beautiful this afternoon and as you walked across the glen, the sun dancing in your hair, I couldn’t help but notice the sun outlining your body through your dress. Do you often walk in the woods practically nude?”

Slightly surprised at the turn of his words Terry said, “Ahhh you are very observant. Is it ok with you that I am not wear anything under my dress?”

Smiling into her eyes he said, “Of course … I wasn’t planning on swim suits when we take a swim later anyway.

With a slight theatrical look of fear, Terry replied, “Hmm will you make sure I don’t drown. I’m not a good swimmer.”

Squeezing her hand firmly, “It’s not too deep, you can touch bottom most places, and besides, I will be right beside you all the time.”

Moving closer to him so that the warmth of their bodies, though not quite touching, could be felt Terry replied, “That’s good honey. I would love to have you holding me while under the waterfall. Hmmm which would you like to do first, eat, the waterfall, or what?”

Hearing Terry call him “Honey” caused his heart to pound as the sight, warmth, and smell of her caused his manhood to start to swell and strain against his shorts, “We have plenty of time to eat.”

Looking deeply into each other’s eyes, they move into each other’s arms and kiss very passionately. Molding their bodies to each other, slowly without breaking the kiss, he relaxes his embrace and moves around her so that he can gently caress her breasts with his hands through her dress from behind. As his hands lightly touch the curve of her breasts, lightly touching the tip of each nipple, Terry raises her hand up behind his neck, pulls their lips closer, opening her mouth, and lightly flicks his tongue with hers. Arching her back, she pushes back against his groin while lifting her breasts more firmly into his moving hands.

Steve slowly moves his kiss from her lips moving across her cheek. Gently brushing her skin, he kisses the lobe of her ear and kisses her neck. Slowly working down to gently kiss the back and side of her neck, a low moan of pleasure comes from deep within Terry. “I love it when you kiss my neck.” She says as her eyes close and her head tilts so that he has easy access to her skin. Her hand and fingers move up from the back of his neck and move through his hair, she moves her other hand around behind her onto Steve’s stomach and moves it slowly downward.

Massaging her breasts, he gently roles her erect nipples between his fingers then works with a feather light touch down around the tender skin at the curve of her breast. The touch of his hands and the feel of his lips upon her ear lobe forces another deep moan from her lips as she pushes her entire weight back against him. Fanning his fingers he slowly spread them down across her stomach and gently bring them across the swell of her hips then slowly up her sides across her breasts, then up to her shoulders. Sliding a finger under each shoulder strap of her sundress, he pulls them down off her shoulders and then slides her dress down over her breasts. Bare skin touching, like a floodgate of fire opening between them and the dress moves slowly downward. Only the pressure between them held the dress at her waist as his hands move back up her silky sides and stomach to caress her bare breasts and role her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Pulling gently then pressing them to her firmly under his hands.

Loving the warm feeling of his chest against her back, Terry turns around to face him. The feel of her breasts and rock hard nipples moving through the soft hair of his chest were burning points of pleasure for both of them. Putting her arms around him, her hands massage his back pulling him closer. With Terry’s height and long legs Steve is able to slide both of türkçe bahis his hands inside the precariously perched sundress to cup both of her cheeks in his hands, pulling her as close to him as possible. With his fingers spread, he moves his hands up the cheeks of her ass with this thumbs tracing the line as they move up to the base of her spine.

Terry’s lips and tongue continued kissing and licking his neck. Slowly she moves her lips all around his neck kissing him as she moves. Her tongue comes out and licks his ear and neck, slowly sucking in the skin of his neck. While they are embraced with one another her hands move to the front of his cut-off jeans and she unbuttons them. Unzipping them, she pulls them down low enough so they just drop to the ground at the same time that the pressure is released and her sundress also falls.

Terry’s long legs are a perfect match to Steve and as they move together the top of his erect cock slides along the lips of Terry’s pussy. Like perfectly matching parts, they slide together, the warm moisture of her silky caress on the top of his throbbing manhood. Their passion building, their moving hands and hips and lips exploring each other at a pace that is becoming enflamed as their bodies move together.

One of Terry’s hands slide down Steve’s chest and she grasps the base of his cock. The other slides down the other side and she gently grasps his balls, slowly and very gently massaging them. She gently rolls them around in her hand and her fingers playing with them. Her hand on his cock is stroking it very gently. Pulling it and pushing the skin back and forth while guiding him closer and closer to entering her as she started to raise up on her toes in expectation and desire.

Steve knew that they were losing control. He moved his mouth down the right side of her neck and down her breast until he could run his tongue around her nipple just before he sucked in her incredibly hard one-inch nipple. Rubbing it with his tongue just as he slid his cock back along her lips as he moved his body lower. Massaging her back and the cheeks of her ass, he pulls her toward him, pressing his face into her breast.

As Terry feels him suck her nipple into his mouth and the lost sensation of his cock against her, she releases a moaning growl that quickly returns to a moan of pleasure. As one of his hands reaches around her leg then gently traces the lips of her pussy pulling the moisture and her mind with the edge of his hand as he brings it up between the cheeks of her ass. Terry bends her head forward, hugs, and kisses his head while he sucks on her breast.

Pulling back, Steve lets her right nipple pop from his lips just before he starts moving his mouth over to her left breast to suck her fantastic nipple into his mouth. All the while he is using his hands to explore every inch of her golden skin. Sucking strongly on her left breast that tiny drop of mother’s milk that never goes away dropped from the tip of her nipple onto the top of his tongue. Pulling again, he let her nipple pop from his mouth and his tongue flashed out and licked the underside of her breast.

Slowly he worked his way down her stomach, kissing and licking around her belly button. His tongue thoroughly explored the skin of her belly. Tasting the tender skin that would normally be covered by her pubic hair, a new experience that excited him. He moved his tongue down the right side of her mound just at the crease of her leg.

Terry had never really liked oral sex. Something had always been lacking. But the tip of Steve’s tongue drew a line of sensations wherever it moved. She spread her legs farther apart in anticipation of where his tongue might choose to travel. She grasped his head gently, letting her fingers run through his hair. Holding him as much as an anchor, to keep her from falling backwards as she arched her back then leaned forward, instinctively trying to move as her body tried to completely take over her mind. As his tongue moved up the inside of her right thigh, it moved higher, just touching her swollen pussy lips his tongue traveled up and just glanced the exposed hood of her clit. A throaty moan and shiver passed through her body at that fleeting touch.

Feeling the shiver pass through her, Steve moved his tongue down the other side of her pussy, letting just the tip brush her clit causing another shiver as his tongue moved down the outer edges of her pussy lips. Moving along her lips then down her thigh a short way then back up her other leg and across her pubic mound. He moved up until he gently kissed the underside of each of her breasts as her pubic mound ground into his chest.

Holding her in his strong arms, he gently lowered her onto the blanket. Sucking one nipple then the other into his mouth, he leaned forward and kissed her passionately on the lips then moved back down to her breasts as her arms spread out above her. Her back arched pressing her nipples into his mouth. He moved downward again, more rapidly, but keeping his lips in contact güvenilir bahis siteleri with her skin as he passed over her silky smooth pubic mound. Parting her pussy lips with his tongue he sucked the hood of her clit into his mouth and rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue over the delicate exposed skin of her clit. His warm mouth and lips placed firmly against her pussy as his tongue strummed a rapid cord on her soul.

Her whole body was shaking and her legs became very tight as she felt his tongue all around her pussy and clit. The warmth and wetness of his tongue felt so good. She felt herself cumming and thrust her hips upward. He let her pussy travel upward and let his tongue travel down her pussy plunging it deeply into her as he felt the gush of her cum flow across his tongue, into his mouth, and soak his already wet beard. Her hips moved downward again and he let his mouth move up to her clit. Again sucking the hood out of the way and strumming his tongue on her.

Terry let out another moan then said; “I want you to turn around so that I can suck you. I want you so that I can lick and kiss your cock. Turn around baby so that I may have you.”

Steve slowly rolled her onto her left side as he moved from between her legs; always keeping his mouth and tongue on her quivering pussy lips. As he lay beside her, he rolled her over on top of him. He could feel her breasts breast against his skin and her lips touch the end of his cock. With his excitement, a drop of cum formed and she gently licked it off. His hands moving slowly over her body and cupping her breasts. Rolling her nipples between his fingers, he sucked her clit into his mouth again…

She sucked the small amount of pre-cum that had seeped out of his cock. Her tongue moved up and down his cock slowly licking his balls. She felt his hands on her breast and pushed them deeper into his hands and he squeezed them. As her tongue and lips slide over his balls, she sucked his balls inside her mouth and rolled them with her tongue. Sucking on them every so gently. Her hands are between his legs, moving them outward so that she could feel his muscles tighten as her mouth sucked on his balls. She slowly released his balls and starts to lick his cock.

Starting at the bottom and slowly working upward, her lips came to the tip of his cock. But she does not place his cock in her mouth. She slowly ran her tongue over the tip and licked the slit of his cock. She tasted his excitement and licks it from the slit. She slowly moves down the other side of his cock and back up again to the tip. Slowly she placed just the tip of his cock into her mouth. Just to the base of the head so that he could feel the wetness of her mouth on the tip. Her tongue rolled all around the tip then placed her tongue into the slit.

His muscles quivered from her touch and her tongue. Slowly he ran his tongue across the skin inside her pussy lips and plunging it deeply into her pussy. Then he ran it over the skin between her pussy and her ass then back along the edges of her pussy and back to her clit. He sucked her clit into his mouth and rapidly fluttered his tongue against the tip as his right hand moved down her back and massaged the cheek of her ass. Running his finger from the base of her spine down the crack, passed it over her ass, and reached one finger into her pussy in search of her G spot. Keeping her clit in his mouth he constantly flicked it with his tongue trying to bring her a powerful orgasm as he started to quiver into his.

As she felt his finger go deep inside her pussy she moaned with excitement. She could feel her aching pussy want to release its cum into his mouth. When she felt his finger moving all around inside of her she gasped for air and her mouth suddenly plunged down on his cock. As she deep-throated his cock she tightened the grip around his cock with her mouth. He can feel the back of her throat with the head of his cock.

She began to suck on his cock very strongly as she felt him looking for her G-spot. She moved her head up and down on his cock. She was sucking his cock so hard that he cum seeped inside her mouth just a little. Stroking his cock with her mouth, he could feel her tongue running up and down his shaft. She stroked a little faster and harder with every movement of her head. She began to rapidly use her mouth and tongue on his cock.

As he felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat he came with an explosion that caused his whole body to shake with spasms. When he regained control he moved his mouth up to her pussy and licked and sucked, drinking in the juices that were flowing from her pussy. His face was slick and he felt the inside of her pussy with his tongue.

Faster and harder. “Ahhhh I want to cum in your mouth and with your tongue flickering my clit and you finger finding myeah G-spot Ahhhhh …” Her quivering body released a flow of cum dripped from his hand and flowed into his mouth.

As she hit her peak he rolled her over so that he had her pinned then he goes back to her clit to bring her back to another orgasm. As he felt her hitting another one he slowly and gently ran his tongue around her pussy, gently flicking the tip of her clit on each pass until he felt her starting to relax.

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We were at the breakfast table, I enjoyed the sight of Roxanne, eagerly digging into a stack of pancakes. I love a woman who has hearty appetites, for food, and for hot sex.

“These are so good, you make the best pancakes I’ve ever tasted. How do you make them so delicious?”

“My mother showed me how. She would never be caught dead using some ready-to-make pancake mix. She showed me how to use the right amounts of flour, eggs, and milk, to whip them up so there would be no lumpy batter, how hot the griddle needed to be, and timing it exactly to a nice golden brown.”

“You learned well Dennis. Not just a fantastic lover, he knows how to cook!”

Roxanne giggled a pleasant happy sound. I had missed that, being in a marriage that was nothing more than cold civility.

Roxanne said softly, “Well, I have today off so I’m going to go shopping for some things I think you’ll like.”

“And I have to go into work today, but I booked off the rest of the days that we’ll have, so we can be together.”

“Ummm, I like that,” Roxanne purred. “Until later my lover man.”

She stood up and cooed, “Come kiss me sugar.”

Our mouths melded, tongues coming out to play in a passion-filled swirl, I could hear her moan in pleasure as our kiss deepened. I felt her hand reach down, gently groping my cock through my trousers.

She pulled her head back and gave me a grin as my cock responded accordingly.

“Oh yes, such a handsome, virile man. You’re MY man, and I have hot, sexy plans for that hard, horny bulge tonight. I want your cock to get all the loving you’ve had to go without. Until then lover.”

She turned and walked towards the door. She gave her hips some sexy wiggles, her ass shimmied nicely under her dress. At the door, she turned, gave me a big smile, and left.

At work, I was glad it was a slow day, trying to concentrate on anything of an urgent nature was impossible. My cock was eager, and it was up and down like a crane. My mind wondered what sexy things she was buying.

I had decided to do something for her, that I thought she’d like. Since she was bare and waxed, I decided to join her in that spirit. The fact that she had taken my balls into her hot mouth also gave me an extra incentive as I wanted that incredible sensation again. There was a salon just a few blocks from where I worked that offered a Male Brazilian, I had a feeling that she would appreciate having that damn hair out of the way.

I was somewhat nervous, but they knew what they were doing, and there was very little pain, mostly a tugging sensation when it was removed. They were really thorough, all of it, including my balls, the taint, and the crack of my butt was hair-free. I was amazed at the sensation, I hadn’t been so hairless for many years, and I was looking forward to Roxanne’s reaction when she saw me up close.

Just before I left, she called me up.

“How’s my lover man?”

“Hard and eager.”

“Ummm, that’s just what I wanted to hear. Come home sugar, I’ll have dinner cooking when you get here.”

When I entered the kitchen after getting home, I enjoyed the sight. I saw Roxanne from behind, she was at the stovetop, stirring a sauce. She was wearing an apron and nothing else. Such a glorious sight, her glorious backside was almost completely naked to my gaze. The back of the apron consisted of three slender ribbons, one was around her waist, tied in a neat bow, another ran around just below her shoulder blades, also tied in a neat bow, the top ribbon was around her neck, also tied in a neat bow.

Roxanne heard me, she turned to face him, her succulent melons shoving out the front of the apron, the lap part just barely covering her smooth mound.

“I thought you’d like dinner with a view, my lover man,” Roxanne purred. She saw my suit trousers starting the bulge, she giggled, “Ummm, and I can see you like it already! Why don’t you go upstairs, and slip into something more comfortable? Work time is over, we have our nighttime playtime to concentrate on.”

I raced upstairs, yanked my clothes off, and put on my terrycloth canlı bahis şirketleri robe. I didn’t want to waste any more time than was necessary, not with that view of Roxanne’s hot body.

Back downstairs, I couldn’t take my eyes off Roxanne’s sexy, naked backside as she worked at the stove. With that kind of visual stimulus, the view of her naked rump moving so nicely as she worked, my cock was back up to a stiff, eager hard-on.

She turned from the stove, plates in hand, smiling. I wanted to flip up that apron and lick at her sweet pussy until she gushed all over my face.

“Enjoy Dennis, I’ll be just a moment.”

When she reappeared, she had changed from her apron to a sexy powder blue peignoir, two lacy straps held it up, leaving most of her upper body bare, letting her breasts push out the front, while the sheer, see-thru nature was very stimulating.

I feasted my eyes, as well as my stomach. The sight of Roxanne, clad in such sexy attire for my viewing pleasure, kept my cock board stiff.

When our plates were empty, Roxanne purred, “Now for dessert.”

I watched, entranced, Roxanne, climbing onto the table, and positioning herself right in front of me. She placed her feet on the tops of my thighs, I watched as she grasped the peignoir and pulled it up. She inched the peignoir just above her waist, then she pulled her legs back and up, spreading her thighs for my gaze. Her smooth, bare pussy, the pink lips swollen with excitement, wet with her juices, the scent of her in full heat, made my mind whirl. I watched as she trailed her fingers down to her lips, spreading her pussy lips open, displaying the wet, hot pink pocket to my gaze.

Roxanne’s voice was a husky growl of desire, “Here’s your dessert sugar, I made it so hot and juicy, just for you. Oh god, I’m so hot, eat me, lover!”

I scooted my chair up, I just had to bend forward a little, until my mouth touched Roxanne’s pink velvet. I slipped my tongue between the part of her labial lips and stuffed it in as far as I could extend. Roxanne cried out with pleasure, I watched as her hands slipped under her peignoir, tugging and pulling on her stiff nipples.

“Ohhh yes, lover, go crazy on my cunt, eat me alive!”

I gave her the best pussy licking I could, making her moan and growl with pleasure was well worth the earning.

“Ohhh God, you lick my cunt so well, keep going lover, make me cum!”

I slid a finger into her, letting the gushing juices get it slippery wet, then I slid my finger out, down the channel of juices, and I nudged my finger right against her tight butthole, and drove it in.

“Fuck, fuck, FUUUCCCCKKKK!”

Roxanne’s pussy exploded with a rush of juices, her shrieks of pleasure filled the kitchen as I gently finger banged her tight ass, her pussy quivering wildly against my tongue, staying with her to the last spasm, until she slumped down, gasping.

“Oh my god, when you started to finger my asshole, it made me crazy. When I take a morning shower, I always masturbate. I was curious one day, and I started to stroke my asshole while I was doing my clit. I came like crazy, and I was hooked. After that first time, every time I enjoy a shower stroking, I masturbated with a soapy finger jammed up my ass, reaming my tight butt hole, while my other hand strummed my throbbing clit, until I had to keep from screaming with pleasure as I exploded. Mmmm, I just love making myself so clean, everywhere!”

She giggled, climbed off the table, and purred, “Take me to bed lover.”

In the bedroom, she showed me what she had bought. A set of leather cuffs, a sleeping mask, a ball gag, and a jeweled butt plug. She blushed a bright pink as she laid them out before me.

“I have some fantasies I want to live out. You are the only man I could trust to accept this in the spirit of which I am offering.”

She gave me a nervous smile and continued, “Do you think I am some kind of pervert?”

I was quick to reassure her as I said, “You are NOT perverted, in any way, shape, or form. I’m honored that you want me to make your canlı kaçak iddaa fantasies a reality. And now I’ll show you something I had done, just for you.”

When I threw off my robe, she gave a squeal of delight, and cooed, “Mmmmm all waxed so bare, so smooth. Just like me! I love to suck your balls, I can feel them all swollen, getting a big load of spunk worked up for me. Knowing that big load is going to splatter my cervix makes me crazy with lust.”

She lay back on the bed, her head at the edge, and said, “I know just the place for your nuts, let me teabag your hot, sexy balls.”

I quickly went over and lowered myself down, I felt her tongue gently licking at them, stirring them around. I let out a growl as she worked them over.

“Now, lower lover man, I want them in my mouth.”

I did so, letting out a louder growl at the exquisite feelings as she sucked in one ball, then opening her mouth as wide as she could, the other ball slipped in. I felt Roxanne’s lips close around the top of my nut sack. Her tongue worked them over, licking and gently sucking, pushing them around in her mouth. Her mouth was filled with a rush of warm saliva, oh fuck, that felt so good as she sucked my balls.

“Oh yeah, so good, baby, so good.”

Her hand came around, grasping my cock, gently stroking it. I was so hard it was almost painful, before she pulled her mouth down, gently letting my balls free.

“Oh god, I feel so hot, so nasty, use everything on me, lover! I want to get it all in one mad fuck!”

I quickly took control, having her kneel on the bed, cuffing her wrists together in front of her body. She let out a low moan as I flipped the sleeping mask over her eyes, and she opened her mouth, eager for the ball gag. Once she was gagged, I heard a muffled moan as I started to lick at the tight pucker of her asshole, getting her ready to be plugged. I slipped the plug into her pussy, to give it a good soaking as I licked and fingered her tight pucker, getting her ready.

I nudged it against her and pushed. Her sounds were totally gagged as it went in, the big flare stretching her open, then the last bit rushing in, locking it inside her. I wanted to watch her ride, and I lay down next to her, my leg touching her.

“I want to watch your hot sexy body riding my cock, like a sex-hungry cowgirl.”

I helped her to straddle me, then I positioned myself, nudging against her. I could already feel the heat and the juices against my cock head, then she took me in, sliding down my pole. Holy fuck, the feel of the big flare of her buttplug against my cock was out of this world.

As I bottomed out, her muffled grunts let me know she was enjoying it as much as I was. I watched with wide eyes, Roxanne, naked and horny, gagged, blindfolded, her hands cuffed, was a sight like I’d never seen before. Fuck, it was amazing, and her body started to ride me, oh fuck, every slide down, that buttplug pressed insistently against me. I wondered if she’d like a little extra, and as she lifted back up, I smacked her left ass cheek. She started to move faster, so I smacked her right cheek, the gagged sounds she was making and her movements, seemed to indicate she was into it. I gave each cheek 5 smacks, not hard or painful, more playful, I was not interested in causing her real pain.

I could see her body starting to shudder, she froze for a second, then rammed herself down, the gag kept her howls to a muffle, I could feel her pussy quivering wildly around me, and I let out a loud growl, driving my hips up as I spunked deep inside her, thick ropes of cum being sucked out of me by her spasming pink folds.

When her last spasm passed by, I quickly released her, cuffs, blindfold, ballgag, and I eased the butt plug out of her. We tumbled down to the bed, and her eyes had a glow of extreme satisfaction.

“Oh my god…that was amazing. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. How did you know that I’d like a little spanking?”

I replied, “I just took a chance that you would like it.”

She smiled, and said, “I loved it! I wanted to get my ass canlı kaçak bahis spanked a bit, but I thought with all the kinky things I was showing you already, that might be just one too many. So, do you like the fact that I can be a real kinky girl sometimes?”

“Oh yeah baby, that was a rodeo like I’ve never had.”

We drifted for a while in the post-coital glow of pleasure.

“Hey lover, I’m feeling a bit hungry. Can we get a pizza delivered, with pepperoni and mushroom, and maybe catch a movie on Turner Classic Movies?”

I replied, “Your wish is my command baby!”

I pulled on my robe and watched with pleasure as Roxanne got up, drinking in her nudity, until she pulled out a robe, and slipped it on.

In the living room, I flipped on the TV. The late local news came on, and I called up Dominos and got a pepperoni mushroom pizza order going. In the fridge, I found a 2-liter bottle of ginger ale.

“Like some ginger ale Roxanne?”

“Yes please, I’m really thirsty!”

I poured out two glasses and joined her on the couch. We clinked our glasses together, she said “To Us” as we both took a swig. I picked up the remote and turned it over to the TCM channel. The announcer said that the movie “Some Like It Hot” was to start in fifteen minutes. With it being rated the best American comedy movie, and also of having the best ending line, I was sure that Roxanne would enjoy it, I had seen it before, but it was definitely worth another watch.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. I went to answer the door, while Roxanne set out two plates, and a shaker of parmesan cheese on the coffee table. I took the pizza, made sure the driver was tipped well and turned back towards the living room. Roxanne watched, then she gave me a big smile as she stripped off her robe, letting my eyes drink their fill.

“Much better!” she exclaimed.

I of course joined in the spirit of the night and got naked with her. I placed the pizza box on the coffee table, opened the top, and the delicious scent of fresh hot pizza wafted out. I could feel my stomach rumble hungrily, and we both dug in, the pizza tasted as good as it smelled. The movie was just as enjoyable as it was when I had first seen it, the antics of Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon and the beauty of Marilyn Monroe made this movie a winner.

When the movie ended, it was 20 minutes after midnight.

Roxanne said, “Oh my god, that was such a great movie!” Her voice got softer, and she cooed, “Let’s go back to bed lover, I need you to give me a sweet loving ride, you’re really becoming my kind of lover.”

Back in the bedroom, we slipped under the covers, and she purred, “Mount me, lover, my tight little pussy is already creaming like crazy, give me a loving ride, and wash down my womb with another rush of hot sperm.”

Eager to do so, I nudged against her, letting out a growl of pleasure as I pushed in, enjoying her gasp as I kept going until I bottomed out.

“Oh yes, so deep, just where you should be, always. Take me, Dennis, take me back to pleasure land.”

I established a slow, gently unhurried rhythm, eager to draw out the pleasure for both of us. Her soft moans and purrs of pleasure were very enjoyable.

“Mmmmm, oh yes, such a fantastic lover, kiss me, lover.”

Our lips came together, tongues came out to play, and she moaned deeply, I could feel my cock take notice, as our kiss became a passionate, drawn-out affair. The tight silken wrap of her around me caressed my shaft, urging me onwards, as we moved together, two lovers in a passionate clinch.

“Mmmm, you’re spoiling me, lover, keep going, make me cum.”

I could feel my load simmering up to the boiling point, as Roxanne wrapped herself tightly against me, I could feel the fluttering deep inside her.

“Mmmm, oh yes, so nice, Mmmm, Mmmmm, MMMMMM.”

I felt her pussy grab at my cock, quivering wildly, her moans of climax were like a wonderful melody, and I felt the rush, then the explosion as my prick let go, jetting a juicy rush to wash down her cervix.

As our orgasmic rush started to ebb, I slid down next to her. She snuggled up to me, and purred, “Mmmm, falling asleep and knowing I will wake up with you right here with me, a nice morning hard on all ready to take my eager holes, it feels so good. Something I hope we can continue.”

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