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Nickels and Dimes is a work of fiction. Characters and events come strictly from the imagination.

This is the third in that series about two truckers, owner operators (O O’s), who, while finding trucking to be enjoyable and profitable, do not find it to be sufficiently lucrative to provide money for their eventual retirement.

Their solution is to take money from people who have plenty and won’t miss what they take. Many of those from whom they steal are people involved in occupations that are on the wrong side of the law themselves. In this installment you’ll find Steve trying to make amends to Ilysa. He makes progress, but finds the road to atonement to be a long one.

In each of these stories you will find sex, drama, and conflict, even, perhaps, a bit of humor. If you like the stories, please let me know. If you dislike them, I’d like to know that as well. How else can we improve what we provide our readers if they don’t let us know what they like and dislike?

Thank you so much for reading this story. I hope you enjoy it. Kindly leave a comment at the end of the story.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Breakfast with Molly

Chapter 2: I’m Outta Here

Chapter 3: A Warm Shower

Chapter 4: Lunch, Then Shopping

Chapter 4: Rick Gets His

Chapter 5: The New Ilysa

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Chapter 1: Breakfast with Molly

She glared at him. “I’m sorry,” he repeated with an insistence that made her raise her eyebrows. “Come on I’ll take you out for breakfast.” They sat across his small kitchen table. He was trying to look her in the eye, but his eyes kept drifting to her breasts. It made her uncomfortable that he constantly ogled her. She realized that she was slumping, her shoulders rounded. She’d not have that. Let him look at her breasts if that’s what he wanted. She’d not be less proud of herself because he was leering. She sat back. Let him look and see what he was missing.

“Let’s put some clothes on and go,” he urged her. “You certainly can’t go like that.”

Indeed, she was naked, as was he. They sat at his dinette table drinking coffee. The clock in the background, the only furnishing in his apartment that didn’t show hard use, showed 5:30 AM. They had just arisen and showered.

She held out her hand, not for him to hold, but for him to look at. “You did that.” Her boiling anger almost prevented her from speaking.

He looked. He knew he must look. Her wrists were chafed from the handcuffs, but the skin was not broken. She was more humiliated than injured, he thought to himself, but he knew he dare not speak it. Maybe she’d been a little frightened as well. “Let me put some lotion on that,” he said.

“You get the lotion,” she spat at him, “but don’t you dare touch me.” He was standing, listening and, though he spoke to her, his gaze was on her nakedness.

He didn’t want to take his eyes off her, but even though he knew he mustn’t stare or appear to stare, his eyes wandered from her face. God, she’s beautiful, he thought as he went to the medicine chest in the bathroom.

He returned with the hand lotion and placed it near her. She examined it, then rubbed it on her hands and wrists. He stood at her shoulder watching. Sensing his closeness, she turned and found his groin at her face. “Get away from me,” she said straining to lean away from him. “Get that thing out of my face.”

“I’m getting dressed,” he said evenly as he headed for the bedroom. She sneaked a look at his butt as he walked away.

She sat for a minute looking at her wrists, fuming. Finally she, too, headed for the bedroom where her duffle bag had been tossed near the bed. Unzipping it she tried to remember what it contained. What had she frantically stuffed in it in her rush to get away from the Braunhoffers? She pulled fresh panties from its depths, but paused to recall what he’d been like. It wasn’t pleasant, “but at least he never handcuffed me.”

Steve stopped dressing. “What?”

She hadn’t realized that she’d said something out loud. “Huh?”

“You said something.”

Confused she said, “It wasn’t anything.” She returned to finding clothes for breakfast.

Jeans, sandals, a scooped neck pink t-shirt would do. No need for a bra. It’s just breakfast, she rationalized. She hated bras. At home in Sweden she’d rarely worn them.

They left for an all-night eatery close to his apartment. The sky was gradually turning gray. The sun would appear shortly. Traffic was almost non-existent. As they drove he tried for some small talk. She said nothing. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, exasperation in his voice. She ignored him.

The parking lot was well lighted, but relatively empty. Inside the diner was old and shop-worn, but seemed clean enough. Tired dark red vinyl covered the seats of the booths along the perimeter, the back, and one side of the restaurant. The kitchen, with a counter facing into it, took up the remaining side while the cash register, manned by a sleepy woman guarded the doorway at the front. Faded vinyl gingham tablecloths covered the esenyurt escort tables.

The woman at the cash register told them to sit anywhere they liked. Ilysa chose a table, then selected a seat across from Steve. They waited in silence as menus were presented. Their red haired waitress was younger than any of the other wait staff. She made no attempt at conversation. Her smile belied an end-of-shift fatigue that showed in her movements.

They took the proffered coffee and supplemented it with orange juice. Ilysa continued ignoring Steve as they selected their breakfast fare. The waitress returned for their main order. “Two eggs over easy with dry toast,” she told the waitress. There was little pleasantness in her voice.

“Same for me,” Steve said. Then, looking at the pretty waitress, he added, “You look a bit tired. Been a long night?” He smiled.

She smiled back, grateful that someone noticed how hard she worked. She glanced at the distant, frowning woman across from this engaging man and said, “It sure has. Fortunately I get off shortly.” She chanced a look at the girl again. The girl was staring off into space, paying no apparent attention to their banter. “I’ll really be glad to get home and go to bed. Good thing there’s no one there to keep me awake.” She stole another look at the girl. There was no reaction. Neither wore rings.

Steve blinked and smiled, then winked and nodded. The name tag said Molly. He’d find a way to exchange numbers with Molly.

Molly, Ilysa noted, wore the trappings of her name, red hair and porcelain skin. Steve’s attentions were understandable.

In due time the food came. Molly served Ilysa first. Then serving Steve a plate with two eggs over easy, she bent near him. She bent lower than she had earlier. Her uniform had been designed for breakfast. It left virtually everything to the imagination except her shapely legs which the short skirt made no attempt to hide.

Nonetheless when she leaned toward him, he noticed she’d opened another button. His gaze flowed from her chest to her crotch. She could feel his gaze softly caressing her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot your toast,” she said in a voice unconvincing in its surprise and alarm.

Come back as often as you’d like, Ilysa thought to herself. You can have him. I don’t want him.

With some effort Molly tore herself away from Steve and returned momentarily with the toast. “Anything else,” she asked looking directly into Steve’s eyes. She broke away and including the girl said, “More jam or butter?” They shook their heads. With a last glance at Steve, she turned and left. Her hips seemed to sway more now than before.

Steve watched as Ilysa pulled an extra napkin from the holder on the table. He watched as she wrote his name and phone number (where had she gotten that?) on it. He was puzzled when she didn’t put it in her purse.

They ate in silence. Ilysa was angry, but it didn’t affect her appetite. She was wiping the plate clean with the last of her toast when Molly returned with a coffee pot. “Anything else or are you ready for the check?” Molly beamed at Steve and ignored Ilysa.

“Just the check, please,” Steve responded returning her broad smile. Molly reached into her apron and produced a check on which she’d written “Thank you, Molly”. It was standard in this establishment. Underneath she’d written ten digits. No punctuation, just ten digits without any separation.

“Molly, this is for you,” Ilysa said suddenly startling the waitress who looked with amazement at the napkin being handed her. Sure that she’d seen what it was, Ilysa slipped it into Molly’s apron. “He’s into handcuffs,” she continued, showing Molly her chapped wrists, “and he’s a cop.” Molly’s eyes widened. “You can show him your boobs now if you want. I showed him mine last night.” Without a word Molly hurried away as Steve, head in hands, groaned loudly enough that several nearby heads turned.

Ilysa stood and walked to the cash register where she made it obvious she was waiting for Steve.

The ride back to Steve’s apartment was even more quiet than the ride over had been.

When they walked in the door to his apartment, Ilysa said, “I’m going to nap on the couch. You keep your hands off me.” She went to the bedroom and pulled the blanket off the bed which she tossed on the couch and, covering herself, lay down.

Steve found another blanket and lay on the bed. Five thirty had been much too early for either of them.

Chapter 2: I’m Outta Here

Rick called around ten. “Figured you two sleepy heads would be up by now,” he said brightly to Steve. Then conspiratorially he added, “Did you nail her last night? She’s a great piece and so willing.”

Steve groaned. Was his friend telling him how easy she was and he’d completely screwed it up? No, was all he said.

“Bullshit,” came the reply. “At any rate I want to pick her up. Can I talk to her for a minute?”

Steve handed the phone to the waking Ilysa. “It’s Rick.”

She took the phone, “Halla,” she said forgetting herself. “Sorry, avrupa yakası escort I meant hello.”

He chuckled, “Hey, I just wanted to pick you up to talk about where we go from here. That OK?”

“Yes, I’m ready anytime. I need to buy some more clothes and personal things at some point as well.”

“That’s fine. We can run by the mall ’round lunch time, have lunch and you can shop. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

“OK. It’s a nice day. I’ll meet you on the street.”

“OK. See you in a few. Bye.”

She looked for a call end button, pushed it and handed the phone back to Steve who had returned to her side on hearing the call end.

“Ilysa, I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again.” He was pleading.

Glaring at him she rose from the couch. She said nothing, but Steve could see she was thinking bad thoughts.

In fact, going through her mind at that point were various thoughts including ‘It’ll be a cold day before you get me back in bed again’, and others which dealt with relieving him of his manhood on a permanent basis.

She headed for the bedroom. There she used the bathroom, then tossed her belongings into her duffle. She exited the bedroom brushing past Steve, and out the door. Rick found her on the sidewalk sitting on her duffle some minutes later.

Chapter 3: A Warm Shower

When Rick pulled up, she wanted to desperately to hug him. She needed warmth and humanity. Instead she threw her duffle in the back seat and got in the front.

“Actually,” Rick began when she was seated and before he pulled away, “we need to get you some new ID so we can get you an apartment and a car.” He looked at her, “You do drive, don’t you.”

“Ja. And we Swedes even drive on the right side of the road.” It should have been a humorous remark, but her voice was raw.

“I know a guy that can get what you need. We’ll go over there to get a picture made.”

“I’ll put a bra on.” There was anger in her voice.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice was making it clear that time spent with Steve hadn’t been agreeable.

“Drive. I will tell you.” She waited until they were in traffic before starting her commentary. When it appeared to be a good time, she found it difficult to talk. Finally, she blurted out, “He handcuffed me to the bed, and . . . and . . . ,” she was stuttering trying to find and use the distasteful word. She couldn’t bring herself to say the ugly word so she said, “He used me.”

She broke down in tears. “I would have made love to him,” she said, her words almost lost in the sobs, “but he handcuffed me and used me. I had to sleep handcuffed to the bed!” The sobs were overwhelming. She put her face in her hands and let herself cry.

“I’ll kill him!” Rick was furious. They finished the drive to Rick’s home with Rick repeating, I’ll kill him! at intervals and pounding the steering wheel.

She felt better inside Rick’s house sitting on his couch, but she still cried with her face in her hands. Suddenly she felt someone lighter than Rick sit next to her. A hand pressed a handkerchief into hers and a concerned feminine voice said, “Rick told me.”

Ilysa looked over at her. Janet was still in a bathrobe apparently in no hurry to get dressed for the day.

“Steve called and told Rick what happened. He’s really sorry and I believe him. I’ve known him for a lot of years. He’s a good guy, but that’s no excuse for what he did.”

“I want to kill him!”

“I don’t blame you. I believe I’d kill someone who did that to me.” They sat in silence for a minute or two. Janet put her arm around Ilysa. “We have a guest room. You can stay here until you find an apartment and get a car. Rick is planning to use the proceeds from the last endeavor on you, so don’t worry about money. Would you like to take a nap now?”

Ilysa rose and began to pace. “No, I want to kill Steve. I want to rip his . . . how do you say penis in English?”

“That’s pretty much it. We just pronounce it a bit differently.” She laughed a little. “Come on, I’ll get you a knife. How big a knife do you want?”

Ilysa looked at Janet surprised, saw her smile, then laughed and the women laughed together.

“Come upstairs with me and let’s talk for a minute. I’ll get dressed and go to lunch with you and Rick. Then we can go shopping together.

She took Ilysa’s hand and led her to the master bedroom. The easy chairs in the sitting area were covered with clothing tossed or laid there by the room’s occupants so she sat on the bed. “Could I make up the bed for you,” she offered.

“Sure. That’d be great.” Oblivious of her guest Janet dropped her bathrobe on one of the chairs atop other clothing. She continued preparing to dress by removing her silky pajamas. As she moved about the room it was impossible for Ilysa not to notice her and noticing her, to compare their bodies.

Ilysa finished making up the bed and sat on it. Janet sat as well and took her hand as if to talk. She paused as though suddenly realizing that she was naked. “You don’t anadolu yakası escort mind me getting dressed while we talk do you.”

“No, it is common at home for people to do this,” Ilysa responded.

Janet looked at her in a way that Ilysa could see she wanted to say something. The moment passed. Janet broke eye contact and in a light tone said, “Come on, let’s do something different. We both need a shower. Get in with me and I’ll wash your hair while we talk.

Maybe this was the American version of a sauna, Ilysa thought, and why not. She definitely felt unclean after the night with Steve, even after their early morning shower. “OK,” she said, “we can talk about the best way to use the knife.”

Their giggles had an undertone of cruelty to them.

Ilysa dropped her clothing on the bed and met Janet in the shower. It would really feel good to be clean again. Janet offered her hand as Ilysa stepped into the spacious shower stall. Several shower heads provided a plentiful, warm spray of water. A curtain of warm air, rather than a shower curtain kept the water in the shower and the bathroom dry.

“Let me do your hair first.” Janet picked up a bottle of shampoo as she spoke. Then, without waiting for an answer, she turned Ilysa around. Using a hand-held sprayer she wetted Ilysa’s hair then applied the shampoo. As she did their bodies came together. Her breasts rubbed against Ilysa’s back. Their hips met and separated, then met again. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

Indeed it did. After her harsh use by Steve the night before, the soft touch of a woman was welcome. She leaned on Janet. Janet paused her shampooing and reached around Ilysa taking her breasts in her soapy hands. Ilysa tensed, but relaxed as Janet gently soaped them with the fragrant shampoo. She lightly squeezed her nipples generating a pleasurable sensation that pulsed throughout Ilysa’s body.

Ilysa alternated between tension from this new experience and submission to its pleasure. Finally she gave in and leaned heavily against Janet’s naked, soapy body. It was at this point that Janet’s fingers began to move lightly down Ilysa’s body as if to cover it in fragrant suds. Ilysa closed her eyes waiting for Janet’s fingers on her most private part. She tensed again thinking of it, then gave Janet permission to go where ever she would.

Janet’s fingers stopped momentarily just above. She added shampoo to her hands, then turned Ilysa directly into the spray from a wall mounted shower head. Adjusting the shower head, she aimed the soft spray directly at her pussy, then gently soaped the puffy lips. As she moved her fingers up and slightly inside, she whispered, “Let yourself go.” The touch on her clit was electric. Janet squeezed it lightly as she soaped. She squeezed and released. Each time she released a finger entered Ilysa.

Janet’s left hand squeezed gently Ilysa’s nipples as her right hand worked her pussy. Ilysa’s breathing was rapid. “Scream, if you’d like,” Janet whispered. “Anything’s OK here.”

Soon the solid walls reverberated with the sounds of her pleasure. Ilysa leaned hard against Janet.

A soft knock. “May I come in?”

“No. Perhaps another time. This time it’s just for us girls. Ilysa’s had enough of men for right now. Find a video on the TV and take care of yourself.”

“Not the same,” he said, “but after listening to you two, I have to get some relief.”

“Take care of yourself right now and I’ll take care of you this evening.”

“Deal.” He muttered it unhappily and shuffled away as the girls turned their attention back to themselves.

“Bend over and put your hands against the wall,” Janet told Ilysa. “I suspect Steve used every entry. I’ll see if I can sooth this one.”

The low sounds of Janet’s voice from the bathroom accompanied by small whimpers from Ilysa gave Rick a vivid fantasy of what Janet was doing for her. Rick wished he could be there as well. He’d find a time, he thought. Stroking himself he let his fantasy run until warm come landed on his belly and covered his hand.

He lay stroking for a minute or so then rose and cleaned up. He left the room expecting the girls didn’t want him there when they got out of the shower.

Indeed, once dry the girls napped for an hour or more before getting ready for the lunch Rick had promised.

Chapter 4: Lunch, Then Shopping

It was nearing two o’clock when they were seated at a small cafe in the mall. The conversation no longer focused on Steve, but rather on Guaranteed Transport, the company Sandy and Rick had formed as their trucking business, and its subsidiary division, Truckers’ Annuity as they had come to jokingly call their efforts to fund the retirement plan. They spoke quietly while the wait staff serviced their luncheon.

As the new and untested member of the enterprise Ilysa sought to take on meaningful responsibilities which would demonstrate her value. She was to get an apartment (not too expensive) and a car (also not too expensive). She would study and pinpoint upcoming locations for sources of revenue for Truckers’ Annuity. She would also learn about trucking with an eye to taking over the responsibilities of the broker Rick and Sandy used to locate loads. She would become the face of Guaranteed Transport. In this learning process she would visit local businesses to understand their trucking needs and solicit their business. She would also maintain their website.

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I was pretty pissed to be spending the first summer out of college in a house full of strangers. Driving my old Tercel down the road, I had a hard time appreciating the magnitude of how awkward that day was going to be. Here I was, a promising young architect about to set out on his own. And yet, was I starting my internship and getting good experience? No, I was visiting my family.

That felt so weird to say…family. As far as I’d ever known, family consisted of a dad who drank himself stupid after Mom left, and an idiot sister who blew guys that bought her nice purses. But this was apparently my real family. After a biology assignment for a class in school, I realized there was no way for me to have brown eyes with my parents both having blue eyes. The ensuing interrogation yielded a startling realization: I was adopted.

I was shaken from my thoughts as my GPS flashed to indicate I had arrived at my destination. I pulled up the gravel road and groaned at what I saw. A battered shanty of a house sat lazily on a hill at the end of the driveway. It looked like something out of a horror film, complete with peeling paint and a screen door that groaned in the breeze. Despite my adopted family’s problems, we had always been well off due to my father’s restaurant chain. This was a nightmare though. Not only would I have to put off starting my career and getting out on my own, I’d have to spend a whole summer in this godforsaken shack.

I’d sent a letter to the McCoy’s, letting them know that I was their biological son and that I wanted to meet them. I received a letter that same week saying that I’d be invited “with open arms,” but not much else. My Dad decided it’d be best for me to meet them by living with them for the summer. It was only a shallow ploy to keep himself from paying for my summer place while I looked for a real job. I still didn’t know anything about the family, and had no idea what to expect.

I parked the car and cautiously worked my way to the front door, surveying the property. Up close, even more of an eyesore. Each board on the staircase and porch squealed under my feet despite my small frame. Rust encroached on every inch of metal exposed to the harsh elements, indicating that whoever lived here clearly didn’t care about the way it looked. As I gently knocked on the door, I saw someone approaching.

“You must be Jimmy,” questioned the lady with a suspicious voice. As she neared me, I could see her stern facial features. “I’m Barbara McCoy, your mother.” She opened the door and offered her hand for me to shake, but didn’t smile. Her cold nature was exaggerated by her plain, white tanktop and muscular arms. Clearly she had been working hard on something, as her hair was a mess and her skin was glistening with sweat.

“Sure am,” I replied as I took her hand, “nice to meet you…Mom.” I smiled and looked only to see her completely unphased. Suddenly I felt as though I was intruding, and was nervous about spending an entire summer here. Barbara gestured me to come inside, and I obliged after putting my duffel down and closing the door behind me. As I was walking through the house, I noticed how Barbara’s tanktop showed off her curves. She had a bit of a mean face, and I got the sense that she was a total bitch. And while she wasn’t the prettiest woman, she had a nice chest whose cleavage was peaking out from underneath the tanktop. I found myself gazing too long, mentally rebuking myself for checking out my own mother.

“I bet you’re curious about this whole…situation,” Barbara started as she pulled out a chair istanbul escort for me to sit. “Let me put on a pot of tea and I’ll tell you the whole story.” She sure did. Long story short, Barbara and my biological father were young and she got pregnant. They weren’t able to raise me themselves, so I was put up for adoption. It was an understandable story, and as I sipped on my tea I was ready to accept that I was just born out of unfortunate circumstances.

Then I saw someone coming down the stairs. Thin as a twig, and built nothing like her mother, this bubbly young girl bounded towards us with a huge smile. “Hey there, bro!” she squealed with a playful punch to my arm. As I would learn, this was Vicky, one of my sisters. Vicky had a very pretty face, almost pixie-like. I wouldn’t be surprised if SHE were adopted, based on how different she looked from Barbara. Gone were the curvy hips and luscious breasts. The long dark hair was replaced with blonde, jagged cuts that went just above the shoulder. “I hear you just graduated too?” questioned Vicky. She sure didn’t look like a college graduate, and my confused face betrayed me. “Oh, well I just graduated high school,” she giggled. I tried to congratulate her, only to find out that she had no college plans. In fact, she only seemed excited to be out of high school because now that she was 18 she could by her own cigarettes.

“Vicky, will you take Jimmy upstairs and show him where to unpack his things?” Barbara was already clearing the dishes. “I need to get back to the water-heater downstairs.”

Vicky finished her glass of milk and started heading towards the staircase. I ran to the door to grab my duffel and catch up with her. “So…what do you guys do around here?” I asked, trying to make conversation with my new sister.

“Oh, well Mom came into a bit of money when Dad left. It’s enough for us to live modestly, and Mom moonlighting it really helps.” I was confused by her mentioning of our father leaving, and also wanted to ask her how she came to be. She couldn’t be but a few years younger than me, and didn’t really fit into Barbara’s story. Something was awry. Vicky gestured to the left, allowing me to walk ahead of her. “Oh, it’s the second door, sorry,” she mentioned as I tried a room. “That’s Bella’s room. She’s your other sister, but she’s on vacation right now.”

That raised even further questions. She showed me my new room, which was spacious enough and surprisingly elegant. “This room’s beautiful. I didn’t expect it after…” I started to trail off, not wanting to offend my sister with my opinion of the house’s exterior.

“Haha don’t worry,” she said as she unzipped my duffel. “Mom’s so busy with work that she can barely keep the inside of the house nice. And we’re so far out here that it’s not even worth it to have someone come decorate the outside.” My face went white as I realized what I packed at the top of my bag and Vicky reached in. “Condoms, huh?”

Well this was embarrassing. All I knew was that I was going to the backwoods, and that in the event that I did meet a girl at a bar or something, I wouldn’t be able to stop at a 24-hour pharmacy to pick up the needed supplies. “I…wasn’t sure if…and…” I began to get flustered.

“Do you have a lot of sex?” Vicky cocked her head in genuine curiosity.

“Well, I guess a normal amount, I don’t know…” I blushed as I tried to take the box of condoms from her hand to put into my duffel.

“What’s it like?” she asked, her eyes beaming like a child hearing avcılar escort their favorite fairy tale.

This I could not believe. Here was this nice, cute piece of ass and she’d never been with a guy? “Are you serious? You’ve never…”

I could tell that my tone upset her as she turned away. “Nevermind, I shouldn’t have asked.” I tried to apologize, keeping my hand on hers as she grasped the condoms. “It’s just that all the guys in school are jerks, and Mom always warned me about how sex can cause problems, and I didn’t want to make a mistake.”

“Like me?” I asked, surprised by how casually I referred to myself as a mistake.

“Well, yeah. So? You never answered my question.”

“It’s…intense. Everything feels so much stronger than when you do it by yourself, even the orgasms.” I noticed she didn’t seemed intrigued by the mentioning of the word orgasm. “Have you…ever even had an orgasm?”

“Well yeah, sometimes by myself. I DO have needs…how is it different from that?”

“Well I don’t know about for girls, but I’ve heard good things I guess.” For some reason, I didn’t find the conversation awkward until now. This was, after all, my sister. Although she was a stranger. “And it feels much better to me at least. Now I can’t go for a few days without it!”

“So, what are you going to do out here?” Suddenly Vicky had a devilish gleam in her eye.

“Well probably just the usual,” I chuckled. “But I figured I’d meet a nice girl out here at some point.”

“Do you think I’m a nice girl?” she coyly asked as she started playing with the box of condoms.

“Well, yeah.”

“If I weren’t your sister, would you have sex with me?” And there it was. She was flirting with me. And quite well, for a girl that’s never been with a guy.

“Vicky, I don’t know…that’s a weird thing to ask.”

“Is it? I’m hardly your sister, cause we just met.” She grabbed my hand and started moving it towards her breasts. “I’m just a nice girl that wants the same things you do.”

I yanked my hand back. “Vicky! Look, you’re a beautiful young girl, but I just don’t think this a good idea.” She looked crushed. Pouting, she stormed out of the room. Great, I thought to myself, I’ve already pissed off my new nympho sister.

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Later that night, I was finishing unpacking when I remembered the whole Vicky encounter. Truth be told, if it weren’t for the weird sister factor, I would’ve fucked her senseless. I thought about her puffy lips, and how good they would look wrapped around the head of my cock. I knew that under her tshirt she had tiny, pert breasts and could picture her little pink nipples. After a long drive and a day of unpacking, my cock started aching for attention. I closed the door and decided to lay down on my new bed, fishing it out of my pants.

I had tons on my mind, but gently moving my hand up and down the shaft of my cock I found myself thinking more and more of Vicky. As I pumped harder, I pictured her nubile body laying naked in bed next to me. I was nearing the point of no return when I heard the door creak.

Mortified, I tried to cover myself, roll over, and close the door all at the same time. The result was me falling on my face on the floor and the door peaking open a bit. “What the hell Vicky?!” I yelled to the figure in the doorway.

“I…I came back to apologize but I didn’t realize, I mean…” Vicky was stumbling over her words as I stuffed my dick into my sweatpants. Her eyes were fixated on the clearly-outlined boner jutting its way through şirinevler escort my sweatpants. “Your thing is…huge!” While flattered by her observation, the fact that this girl had never seen a penis before became even more evident with her reaction to my average-sized member. “Can I touch it?”

Nine times out of ten I would have thrown her out of my room. Due to how close I was to the breaking point, however, and the look of awe as she gazed upon my wood, I had no choice. “Yes.”

She slammed the door behind her, making me jump to alert. “Don’t worry, Mom works the late shift tonight.” I sat on the bed and pushed her shoulders down, having her kneel in front of me. She worked my waistband down until my cock sprung up, as if it had been starving for air. She inspected it, gently touching the tip and running her fingertips along the shaft. “I didn’t expect it to be so warm,” she cooed. “What do I do with it?”

Part of me sighed at the idea of teaching this girl how to get me off, but I also found it highly erotic. I grabbed her by her hair and moved her head so that her mouth was hovering right above the tip of my penis. Understanding the gesture, she opened her mouth and slid my cock into her mouth. Her tongue began working around it. She definitely wasn’t an expert or a natural at giving head, but her curiousity made it even sexier as she tried to get used to the feeling of a dick in her mouth. She looked up at me for approval and I smiled back at her, wrapping her tiny hand around my throbbing cock. “Now bob your head up and down, rubbing your tongue on the tip while you stroke it.” She eagerly obliged, moaning a bit as she started working my cock.

It felt so wrong, but I knowing that this hot little bitch was sucking me off was too good to pass up. Her tongue started swirling around the head, and my moan encouraged her to continue exploring techniques. At this point I knew I had to try deepthroating, but as she started massaging my leg I could feel that familiar sensation welling up. “Viccky….ngh,” I started to grunt as the orgasm built up inside of me. “I’m about…to cum…a lot…be ready to ss-sswallow…” As I was getting the last words out of my mouth my cock started shooting rope after rope of cum into her mouth. At first she jumped a bit, overwhelmed by the sticky substance that was filling her mouth at an alarming rate. She continued pumping without missing a beat and swallowed every drop in her mouth as she pulled my cock out and grinned at me.

“Holy crap, that was fun!” she beamed, a thick glob of my sauce dripping down her chin. I tried to point it out, but she beat me to the punch by scooping it up and licking her fingers clean. “Can we do that more?”

I wanted to explain that she’d just given me the best blowjob of my life, but I was too overwhelmed with the fact that I’d just been blown by my 18-year old sister. “Vicky that was amazing, but we can’t keep doing this, you’re my sister!”

She sat down next to me, lightly rubbing her breast through her nightgown. “Then why’d you do it this time?” She had me there. “Besides, I’m not REALLY your sister.” I tried to interrupt and explain that we were still related, despite being strangers. “I’m adopted!”

That was a new one. She proceeded to explain to me that after my parents put me up for adoption, they made a small fortune by playing the lottery. Given their newfound fortune, they wanted kids. Since the adoption process had been so good to them, they decided to help another couple that couldn’t keep their baby. It was poetic in a sense, but deeply disturbing to know that my parents gave me away only to take someone else’s baby mere years later. It also explained Bella, my other sister. Suddenly I didn’t feel as bad banging Vicky. “Vicky, I think we’re going to have a really good summer.” Her eyes began to shine with excitement at the prospect of a summer alone together.

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If you had asked me three days ago if I would have thought about cheating on my husband, I would have said without a doubt “no.” Believe me it is not because we have an exciting sex life, quite the opposite, it is horrifically boring, but he is a good man, and we get along pretty well and he puts up with crap that I know no one else would! I knew years ago, that he was not a sexual dynamo but I really thought that I could make do with the occasional fuck before bed, and a nice collection of vibrators.

I guess I was wrong.

Life is a series of routines and I made sure that mine included a vibrator at least a couple of times a week. It was working for me quite nicely, until last week. Let me back up and tell you a little about myself. I am average height dark hair, green eyes, damn near 40, and like many of my female counterparts, could stand to lose some weight. Now while I don’t think I’m ugly by any means I am certainly not the “oh my god did you see her” kind of girl either. Sure, I get looks, especially when I do my hair and put on make up, but really… what’s the point? My husband doesn’t care what I look like, and even on my best day, he barely notices.

Anyway, enough of my skewed view of the state of my appearance. I work in a male dominated field, which suits me just fine because I get along with guys much better than I do women. I am flirty by nature so being surrounded by men makes my job that much more interesting. You already know that I am knocking on the big 40, and like most nearing middle agers, I am fast becoming one of the oldies at work and it really sucks!

One of my better friends recently got a job outside of the company, and I decided to throw a going away party for him and his wife. I invited a few people over for a farewell shindig. One of the cute young boys, Jon, who works in the department, was planning on coming. He lives about 60 miles away, and I knew that we were going to be tossing back a lot of booze, so I told him that he should just plan on spending the night.

We had alot of fun playing with that … all of the things that “could” happen if he got drunk or worse yet. I got drunk… and naked. We joked around like that all of the time, so I really didn’t give it too much thought; it was just another day at the office, besides,

Jon was way too young, way too cock sure and entirely too arrogant for me.

Jon had slept with only god knows how many women – hell lets be honest, girls. And of course, if he were to be believed, he had little trouble satisfying each and every one of them with his endless talent. And I can’t count how many times he’s told me that they keep coming back for more. Most of the conversations went something like this:

“Chicks dig me.”

“Of course they do, what is not to love about you?”

“That’s right, what’s not to love. You’d love it too.”

“Yeah, I’m sure I would, but let’s not fuck with the fantasy. I’m too old and too fat to be getting naked with you!”

“Whatever.”

I have to admit that he is easy on the eyes, and I can’t help checking him out whenever the mood strikes me. Like the day before the party he was looking particularly fine and I let my eyes work their way over his chest, down to his crotch, back up to his lips and finally his sexy blue eyes and admit to myself sadly that if I was only a few years younger pendik escort I’d give him a run for his money.

He’s not one to be outdone and smiles when he catches me, he does give as good as he gets and he cocks his head to the side and lets his eyes travel down to my tits, linger there for a second and then look back at me and smile.

My nipples got so hard that there was no way he couldn’t have noticed, what a shame he’s so young. With a sigh, I spun my chair around and got back to work. It’s a little hard to concentrate with the heavy feeling in my chest and the tingling in my crotch and I can only thank god that I have the vibrator in my purse for the ride home. Come on 4:00!

Party Time.

The party is in full swing, and Jon is still not here, pity. I had a dream about him last night, I don’t remember all of it, only that he was standing behind me with his hands shoved into the front of my pants playing with my clit, nibbling on the side of my neck, and that I had a fantastic orgasm just before the alarm went off. I almost bought him a thank you card, but I don’t think they make one that says, “Thanks for the wet dream!”

The drinks were stiff, and it wasn’t long before the shots came out. I was getting a nice buzz going on but knew that I had to start pacing myself or I would be passed out long before the party was over, and I couldn’t let that happen, I didn’t want to miss any of the fun. While the night was a success in terms of a going away party, I won’t bore you with the details, let’s just say that most people had a good time and were out the door by 2:30.

Jon and I were the only ones up and decided that taking a dip in the hot tub was the thing to do. Of course he didn’t have a suit, I convinced him that he could go in – in his underwear, besides who was going to be looking? Everyone was asleep, and the back yard is pretty dark. I don’t wear underwear, so stripping the jeans and t-shirt off were out of the question, besides I hardly wanted to traumatize him with my way out of shape body, so I went into the house in search of towels, underwear, and a robe.

The water was heavenly, and we sat there in silence for a few minutes enjoying the feel of the jets pulsing against our chilled bodies. I felt his foot brush against mine, but didn’t think too much of it, people stretch out in the hot tubs, they touch, it happens. But it happened again, this time sliding higher on my calf. I looked over at him, and even though it was dark, I could see the half smile on his face grow wider as his foot slid to my thigh.

I only thought about it for the slightest fraction of a second before turning my body towards his. His foot slid against my crotch and I thought that I would fly out of the tub. I heard someone walking around inside the house and I tried to turn away but he brought his other leg up and pinned my knee against the side of the tub, didn’t look at the window to see if someone was watching, he just pushed my thighs apart and slowly started moving his foot towards my crotch. I opened my mouth to say something when his toes slid under the material of my thong and caressed my clit, after that I couldn’t think, I might have forgotten to breathe.

He chuckled and asked if I was all right. I didn’t trust myself to say anything so I leaned çekmeköy escort my head back and concentrated on not making a sound, when all I really wanted to do was scream, “Fuck me!”

I couldn’t keep my hips from pushing toward him. I couldn’t keep my hands from holding his foot against my pussy so I could grind against him. A light in the house flicked on and I dove to the dark side of the tub. Jon didn’t waste any time sliding over to my side and replacing his foot with his fingers.

I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel him stroking me. I was too chicken shit to say a thing and I wondered for a second what he was doing with someone like me. I wanted to ask him if it was just the liquor when he smiled a cocky little smile and pushed two fingers inside me, he knew what I wanted. His kept pushing until the palm of his hand rested against my clit and he put his arm around me and pulled himself towards me. The second his lips touched mine he withdrew and drove into me hard enough to slam me back against the side of the tub.

It was phenomenal. It was stupid. My husband was just inside the house; he could wake up at any second and look out the window. Wouldn’t that be a surprise?

I said, “I’m ready to get out,” and slid over to the side and grabbed my robe.

Jon didn’t bitch; he just said that he was going to stay in the tub for a little while longer. He reminded me that he didn’t have anything to sleep in so I offered him a pair of sweats. I went up stairs to change and get the sweats, my husband was snoring away so I tip toed into the bedroom, grabbed the extra sweats after I changed into a big t-shirt and baggy flannel pants and was about to leave the room. What the hell was I doing? I was outside, not 12 feet away letting some guy feel me up, and loving it mind you, while my husband was sleeping like a baby. I couldn’t do this.

Jon was in the basement so I walked quietly down the stairs and held the sweats out to him. His hand touched my wrist and I thought I would cum right there and then.

“Here’s your sweats.”

“Yeah,” he said, and pulled me closer to him. I wanted to resist. I wanted to pull away.

“I really can’t do this.”

“No?” His had slid against my crotch. My legs felt weak.

He looked at me, brought his hand around to the back of my head, and kissed me. His lips were hot, his tongue was hot. His hand moved quickly from the outside of my clothes to the inside, parting my wet lips smoothly. His fingers moved like lightening against my swollen clit. He knew just where to press, how hard, how fast. I don’t know when his hand left the back of my head, but my hands were touching his face. His lips. Holding him against me.

I forgot how sensual a kiss could be, forgot how much I loved kissing. His teeth grazed my lip, I bit back. My legs parted and he slid a finger inside of me. I couldn’t be silent. I moaned. He drove in deeper and shook his head out of my grasp. He started kissing the side of my neck, the one spot that has a connection straight to my crotch; he bit along the top of my shoulder just hard enough to drive me wild.

The floor creaked overhead. Someone was awake. “I can’t. . .”

“You can’t,” he repeated, and took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He wasn’t completely hard, maltepe escort and he was enormous. My mouth watered and I started stroking him slowly. It was his turn to moan. He grew in my hand, he was rock hard, and I wanted to feel him inside me.

“I. want . . .” he didn’t let me finish. He took my hand away, pushed me against the wall, lifted my leg onto the table beside us, and shoved his cock into me until his pelvis slammed against mine. I bit my lip so hard to keep from screaming that I tasted blood.

He pulled out until the head of his cock was just barely inside of me and I was ready for another body crushing thrust, but he moved slow, so slow. He penetrated me inch by exquisite inch, stopping every couple of seconds to withdraw just a little bit before pushing deeper inside. I felt every vein, every twitching muscle. When he was fully seated, he grabbed my ass cheeks and started to grind against me in tight circles. I could feel an orgasm building.

“Oh… yes….” I moaned…

“Don’t do it.”

I could barely think … “What?”

“Not yet.” He stopped moving, lifted my leg off the table, and hooked his arm just under my knee.

I shook my head, “not yet?”

He leaned into me, pushing my leg back against the wall. I could feel every single inch of him throbbing inside of me. He withdrew and slammed me back against the wall. My body was on fire. Every nerve was screaming.

He put his fingers between our bodies and rubbed my clit.

“Oh… God” I whispered…

He moved his hand to the wall beside my face and ground his cock into me. I could smell myself on his fingers; I wanted to see what I tasted like on his hand. I turned my head and took his fingers into my mouth, looked him in the eye and sucked. His whole body jerked. He ripped his hand from my face, lifted my other leg into his arm, and slammed into me over and over again.

I wanted to scream, “Fuck me…” but couldn’t form a coherent word, my entire body tensed. Jon said, “Now.” And my body exploded. The second my pussy started throbbing with an orgasm he stopped moving completely and held me impaled against the wall by his huge cock and let me feel every twinge of pleasure, he took nothing away from me, and gave me everything I needed. When my body stopped trembling, he still didn’t move and I knew he hadn’t come.

I started to slowly grind my hips…He pressed against me and shook his head. Our breathing was ragged… He filled me so completely that I could feel my heart pounding in my pussy, throbbing against his hardness. He tilted his head back and started moving me to the rhythm of my heart beat. It was heaven. I felt him shudder, he looked into my eyes, I felt him explode against inside me, and I had another mind blowing orgasm.

It took several minutes to come back down. When it was over, I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t believe that I had done it. What would I say to him at work on Monday? When everyone woke up in the morning? Could I hide it from my husband?

“It’s just between you and me.” he said, and kissed me on the cheek.

I nodded. “I have to go to bed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I said, and started up the stairs. He grabbed me from behind and spun me around, jerking my flannel bottoms down at the same time.

He slammed his cock into me once, withdrew, stood me up, spun me around and said, “Sweet dreams,” then pushed me up the stairs.

We have never talked about that night, and no one ever found out. I was worried that it would change our friendship but it didn’t, and now at least when I pull the vibrator out I don’t have to search for a fantasy, he’s sitting right across the aisle.

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“This was an odd email,” thought Luke. “The PR gal from his previous company? What could she possibly want?”

“Hi Luke, I hope that everything is going well with your new company. Mr. President! Your own agency! Manhattan! Wow. We knew that you were destined for greatness here and we’re all sorry we couldn’t hold onto you. And by the way, see below for someone who is trying to reach you. Let me know if I can send her your new email address.”
Bye, Cindy.

In the unique reverse chronology of email replies and forwarding, Luke read the chain of events that led to this email from Cindy, backward from his former secretary, his old boss, and from a marketing assistant.

Like an archaeological ruin, the bottommost layer of the email was the earliest:

“Dear Sirs: I am hoping to contact an old friend of mine, Mr. Luke Charles. If possible, could you please forward me his email address? If there are privacy concerns, perhaps you could forward this email to him and let him decide if I can have his email address. Thank you.”

Sincerely,
Mandy O’Brien.

Luke sunk back in his leather chair. My god. Mandy O’Brien. Good god.

Without thinking, Luke replied with his consent. He sat for a few minutes and then he turned to back to his work.

After a day of meetings, Luke returned to his email. He hadn’t forgotten about Mandy, but he couldn’t imagine that his email could scoot through the process so quickly. But there it was. An email from Mandy.

“Hi Luke. Do you remember me from 20 years ago? How are you?”

Mandy O’Brien

Did he remember Mandy? How could he forget. Now he allowed himself the luxury of full blown reminiscence. Mandy was his first mature love. He’d had his share of girls in high school and as an undergraduate, but Mandy was his first woman. He had been twenty, and Mandy only twenty-one, but she had the womanly figure, grace, and presence that his prior girlfriends had not yet developed. They met while they were both working summer jobs at Macys at the mall. Luke was smitten and pulled out all stops to date Mandy. He won her over, actually overwhelmed her with his self effacing persistence, and over the course of that summer, they had fallen in love. He remembered how hard he had fallen for this woman, and knew that he had never loved anyone as much. They had had a special kind of connection, one that transcended sex and physical attraction. The love that Luke had felt was of a much deeper level

He also remembered Mandy’s beauty. She was a tan and taut 5 feet 9, with long, shapely legs strong from years of dance. Her breasts were firm, succulent, and seemed to want to burst through her skin. Her flaxen hair adorned her beautiful face like a lion’s mane. Her eyes were wonderfully sexy and green, alternately flashing with laughter or smoldering with desire.

But, what he most remembered about Mandy was their lovemaking. Mandy was, without question, the most responsive and orgasmic woman with whom he had ever been. Luke recalled the times at her house, in the loft above the living room, and the times at his house, in his own bed. It would always start with their special kiss. Luke would hold her face between her cheeks, kiss her slowly, sucking her breath right out of her. She would grab his ass and pull him closer, and bite on his lower lip. This was their signal, no matter where they were, that they wanted to, needed to, be making love as soon as possible.

When they found privacy, Luke would kiss her face and neck, her shoulders and ears, covering her trembling flesh with kisses. As he explored her wonderful body, he used his mouth, his lips, his teeth and his fingers to caress, touch, probe, and tease her, until she was at the brink of coming.

There were times when, blouse unbuttoned completely, and bra undone, that Mandy would have an orgasm just from Luke’s light touch and soft kisses on her exposed breasts and erect nipples.

By the time he knelt between her legs, Mandy would be wet and open for him. He would make every effort to continue to tease her, but his own desire would win out, and he would attack her pussy and clit as though he were a ravenous animal. As soon as he surrounded her clit with his soft and full lips, Mandy would start coming, arching her back to press her pussy into his face. She would hold his head, running her fingers through his hair while she squirmed and gasped under him. Then she would draw her hands to her mouth, while her arms grazed her breasts. Her nipples were hard buttons reaching to the ceiling and her mouth was open in a silent scream. As she was coming from his soft mouth, he would insert first one and then two fingers into her pussy, making her climax so hard that she would rock back and forth, moaning constantly in one continuous orgasm.

At this point, Luke’s cock would be rock hard and pulsing, nearing orgasm himself. He would slither up her body, kissing her belly and breasts, smearing her juices onto her own skin. He would look into her eyes and plunge his turgid member into her spasming anadolu yakası escort pussy and begin coming almost immediately. The excitement of Luke’s large cock shooting off in her pussy made Mandy come all that much harder. Together they would climax and then fall in a heap.

What would be the best response to Mandy’s email? In the state of lust he was in right now, nothing he could write would be appropriate. Exercising his better judgement, he decided to wait until the next day, when his head was clearer. He shifted his hard-on in his slacks, and returned to work. But his mind kept bringing him back to the view of Mandy from between her legs: The image of this woman coming, her pretty face in orgasmic bliss above her heaving breasts.

********************

Mandy could not believe that she’d had the gumption to email Luke right out of the blue like that. How could she do that?

Mandy had been quite successful herself, making a name for herself as a creative and detail oriented computer programmer and web designer. She now had several employees and many clients and had lived comfortably in a beach town just north of San Diego.

She was not sure why she had reached out to Luke. She had had many lovers, and was never lacking for male companionship. She had been married and divorced and was quite happy living alone. Yet something was calling out to her, and she had been compelled to find Luke. She was surprised at how easy her Internet search revealed him, and astounded at how quickly she received a reply from Luke’s firm. It appeared that he had his own business now as well.

Without any hesitation, she dashed off a quick note to him, asking if he remembered her. She was certain that he did. Her memories, in fact were pretty vivid.

She had had so many suitors in those years. She was so young and tantalizingly beautiful. Yet while she had the wonderful combination of a pretty face and that extraordinary body, she carried herself well. She was very comfortable in her own skin, so to speak, and she was neither embarrassed nor overly proud of her beauty. Her ease with herself made her somewhat intimidating to the simpler men who thought they could win her over with just a few compliments, some flowers. or their own good looks.

She was curious about Luke however. He had pursued her with more confidence and with humor. And he was relentless, always seeming to run into her as she was leaving, or arriving, or taking a break, or taking lunch. He was always there, and she began to enjoy his company. He had a certain energy, a certain way of moving, that provoked some sense of desire deep within her. He made her laugh and he had his own sense of confidence and purpose. Over the course of a several weeks, they had progressed from sharing their lunch time, through a few dates, and ultimately, to physical intimacy.

What Mandy remembered so much about Luke was his patience during love making. He would take his time undressing her and kissing her body all over. She felt her nipples harden as she thought of how he could make her come just from kissing and teasing her breasts. She had never had any other man do that to her. Then of course, when Luke proceeded to tease and caress and kiss and probe her pussy, she would climax again and again, each time more intensely. And finally, when Luke entered her, she would come again, feeling his cock shoot off almost immediately in her heaving body.

Mandy had had enough men to know that Luke and she had something special, that their lovemaking had less to do with skill, technique and attraction, and more to do with some connection that they had on a higher level. At the time, she loved Luke beyond reason. But she knew that they could not navigate their college years. He was at school on the East Coast, she on the West. She had two and he had three years left to go. She had broken it off during their first semester apart because she knew that they could not last. It hurt so much, but she knew that this pain would be less than the inevitable pain later.

********************

Through the course of several emails and phone calls, Luke and Mandy brought each other up to date with their lives, their loves, and their careers. The chemistry that they felt was undeniable, and the desire that developed through their correspondence was palpable.

But while each had the freedom of time and money to have dashed out to each other at a moment’s notice, they had not. In a way, they knew that the best thing would be to let their passion simmer through their emails and phone calls. They became friends again first, and then even felt like they were falling in love.

Finally, they made arrangements to meet at the Ambassador West Hotel in Chicago, a convenient midway point for both of them. Mandy arrived earlier in the day and took advantage of the time. She relaxed with a long bath and afterward, examined herself in the mirror. She looked damn good for forty, she knew, and had worked hard to ataşehir escort maintain her figure. In some ways, she was in better shape than when she was younger. She had put on some weight, but it filled out nicely on her shapely body. Her breasts were slightly smaller and not as firm, and her hips slightly wider and not as taut, but her sexy appeal was undeniable even after all this time. Her eyes, still lovely and expressive, had developed some laugh lines, but this only gave her pretty face more character. Her legs were still long and fit and shapely. Mandy had aged well over the past two decades and she knew it.

Mandy put on one of the plush white robes hanging in the closet. She had a glass of wine and had some fruit sent up. While lazing about that afternoon, Mandy thought about how she would make love with Luke, and she could feel herself getting wet. She lightly caressed her breast and touched herself between her legs, but resisted the need for satisfaction, knowing that this would come later.

She heard the knock on the door and opened it with confidence. Luke swept into the room, with the same intoxicating burst of energy that she had only thought she could remember. He was dressed in a sport coat, a dress shirt and jeans, tight in just the right places. He looked like a retired athlete, only a few months from game shape. His hair had thinned only slightly, and had taken on flecks of gray. Luke’s eyes sparkled and danced the way they always had, and Mandy could feel the flood of love and passion that seemed to have always been there.

After only a few moments, the former lovers could not resist each other. Luke took Mandy into his strong arms and they looked deep into each others eyes. Luke brushed the hair away from Mandy’s face and then touched her face, tracing her soft skin. Their eyes met again and he leaned down to kiss her, their lips softly meeting and their tongues dancing and exploring.

Mandy sucked Luke’s lower lip between hers and ran her tongue over and over it again, and then inside his mouth, darting it in and out. Luke kissed his way up Mandy’s neck to her ears, and she could feel his warm breath. He took her earlobe between his full lips, and held it while he licked it slowly with his soft tongue.

Feeling how Luke was kissing her neck and ears and mouth made Mandy anticipate how he would make love to the rest of her body later. She could feel her passion starting to make her pussy wet and she began to grind her hips against Luke. She could feel his hardness already against her belly, and she moaned against his lips as they kissed. Her hands fell down to Luke’s firm ass and she pulled him closer to her.

Luke took Mandy’s hand and led her toward the bed. She lay back and watched Luke undress. He tossed his sport coat over a chair and quickly stripped down to his boxers. Luke hesitated for a second, and then boldly, almost proudly, removed them. Fully naked, he stood before Mandy, his hardness rising against his flat belly. Mandy’s eyes met Luke’s and then gazed slowly down his fit body, stopping hungrily at his meaty cock. It was large and firm and more erect than anyone that she had been with for awhile and she could feel her pussy get wetter still.

Luke held Mandy’s ankles and pulled her toward himself, until her ass was on the edge of the bed. He knelt between her legs, unwrapping her sexy body from the loose confines of the robe. Mandy watched with curiosity as Luke removed the belt from the robe and tossed it towards the head of the bed. It was Luke’s turn to gaze, and he looked hungrily at Mandy’s taut body, his cock pulsing involuntarily as he took in her breasts, rising and falling with her quickening breath, and her firm outstretched legs.

Luke kissed the tops of Mandy’s feet and toes and moved up her ankles, his lips tracing light butterfly kisses on her smooth skin. Raising her legs, he kissed behind her knees and ran his fingertips over her legs. He moved his hands and fingers and lips over the skin of her upper thighs. Luke kissed all around her pussy and above it to the smoothness of her belly. He teased her, almost touching her where she wanted him too. He ran the backs of his fingertips up her belly to the bottom of her full breasts, lightly caressing their underside, on the way to her shoulders. He moved his naked body up hers, and she could feel his hardness now, hot and urgent against her thigh. He straddled Mandy’s body and looked down at her.

Mandy reached down as if to hold Luke’s cock in her hands, but instead she raked her red fingernails over his thighs and belly, teasing him in return. She could feel his strong chest muscles as she touched him and could feel him shudder as she pinched his nipples.

Luke caressed all around her breasts, moving closer and closer to the nipples, but not quite touching her there yet. Finally, he pressed his palms into her breasts, letting her now very hard nipples slide between his fingers, where he could squeeze them. Luke took Mandy’s hands in his and placed ümraniye escort them on his throbbing cock. She finally took his member in both her hands, and she could not believe how hot and urgent it was against her cool fingers. Luke’s excitement was almost overwhelming me, and he placed his hands over Mandy’s on his cock and made her stroke him up and down. Mandy groaned when she saw a bead of pre-cum form at the engorged head of Luke’s cock, and then another, and another, as the juice run down his shaft, covering her fingers.

Luke leaned down to cup one breast with both hands, and took a nipple between his soft lips, suckling it into his mouth, his tongue dancing all around and over it. He could feel Mandy’s small hands and cool fingers embracing his cock, her thumbs pressed against the underside. His cock felt like a fiery poker in her hands, almost hot to the touch, aflame for her.

“Good god Mandy, how I have missed you,” said Luke, groaning as she stroked him.

Mandy was almost panting now, her need for Luke so intense. “Oh Luke, my god, please take me, I need you. Please.” She looked again at his enraged cock almost erupting in her hands and she groaned against Luke’s lips.

But instead, Luke moved back down her body, and knelt again between Mandy’s legs. He placed his hands on each of her thighs and parted them, where he could look at her. Mandy let him gaze at her pussy, thrilling at her own brazenness, unashamed and lusty. Luke kissed her thighs and moved lower. He reached under and cupped Mandy’s ass with his strong hands and lifted her to his face. She could feel his warm breath on her pussy lips, and then she could feel his lips getting closer and closer to touching her. Luke kissed on both sides of her pussy, and ran his tongue up and down, almost touching her outer lips.

“Oh god, Luke, please. Please touch me. Please touch me. Please.” Mandy groaned as she thrust her hips at Luke’s face, trying to make contact with her yearning pussy, needing relief. She put both hands on the back of his head, trying to push his mouth against her pussy, but he was too strong, and was able to resist her need.

Luke leaned back and then moved in again, this time letting his tongue run so lightly run up the middle of Mandy’s pussy, up and down again, and again gently spreading her swollen lips. Mandy’s body relaxed and then tensed again as Luke licked between her lips, tasting her and loving her. His lips and tongue swirled back and forth. She could feel his full lips surround her clit, and her tongue ran lazy circles around and around it, moving closer and closer. Then she felt his lips close around her hard clit. Luke took it softly into his waiting mouth, pressing against it with his tongue, and then over and around again and again.

“OH MY GOD,” panted Mandy, as she began to come. She raised her arms to her sides, and bit her knuckle as she rolled her head from side to side. Her breasts were heaving as she came, thrusting her hips against Luke, feeling him bury his face deep in her pussy.

Just then, Luke inserted a fingertip in her pussy, and then another. He inserted them just a little ways into her, pressing up against her, letting her feel the pressure there. He began to stroke her steadily with his fingers, sometimes pressing upwards, sometimes circling inside her, sometimes spreading his strong fingers deep in her. All the while, Luke’s lips and tongue are swirling and sucking and devouring her, tasting , taking in her warm sexiness.

Mandy could not stop coming, harder and harder as the waves crashed over her body.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” she cried, thrusting her hips. As she thrust up, she slid her clit over Luke’s soft mouth and on the movement down, she impaled herself on his strong fingers, moving inside her pussy.

“Oh god, oh god, can’t stop, can’t stop coming, ooooooo,” Mandy whimpered, completely oblivious to anything but her own pleasure.

Rather than let his lover come down and catch her breath, Luke moved his mouth and tongue steadier, and faster. He moved his fingers deeper inside her, until he was churning them in and out as though he was fucking her. Mandy arched her back again, pressing her pussy into his willing mouth as he buried his face in her. Mandy clenched the bed sheets with her toes and fingers and writhed in the throes of her multiple orgasm.

“Oh god, please, please, let me stop, please, oooooooooo god, so goooooood”, cried Mandy, her head shaking from side to side. She put her feet on Luke’s strong shoulders, and the heat from his body set her off again. “AAAAAAAArrrrrgggggggggggggg!” she cried, her pussy spasming again and again. I can’t stop!”

Luke finally slowed his pace, and removed his hands and mouth from Mandy’s pussy. She relaxed, for a second, and reached down for Luke’s cock. He was moving up her body, his need extraordinary now. She almost fainted when she held his cock. It almost felt like it was going to burst and was soaking wet from all the pre-cum oozing forth. She stroked him with one hand, her fingers almost unable to reach around the engorged shaft. With the other hand, she cradled his balls, and she could not believe how heavy and full they felt. She was almost coming again, knowing how excited and close to orgasm Luke was. She pulled him by the cock upwards, moving it towards her pussy.

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Debra was the lead nurse on our first humanitarian aid team into Project Extract.

We worked closely in endless hours in the burgeoning African refugee camps, our bodies eventually growing very accustomed to rubbing against one another in the tense food and medicine lines, then even more so after the long work days, then increasingly often over a rare police-smuggled German beer, then later yet into shared short sleepovers in her tent or mine in the diminutive, restless nights.

Our faded, tattered, and too-infrequently laundered khaki clothes eventually came off almost of their own accord in each other’s presence and we fucked.

Hormones, pheromones, body fluid markers floated fragrantly in the collectively increasingly sickening cauldron of human exhalation, but among the smell of countless people, moistening the evening air, her light sweat became potent perfume. Her natural self embedded itself in my desire like the breath of a baby.

We fucked and wore our fuck into the next day’s work, blending into the indistinguishable smell of clutching, wide-eyed, craving soul cages juggling about us for salvation from sickness, and nutrients for deteriorating muscles.

My God but she was eager to fuck. My God but I was eager to fuck. We spent many of these lonely evenings continents away from our friends and families hanging out, smoking bootlegged Camels without filters because we had nothing else to do, and spending more and more of our time in the dark space between endless work hours fucking.

I learned to hesitate not the least to find myself still overwhelmingly evident in her from hours earlier when I parted her knees now for a new visit.

One night I didn’t stop at my usual treat sucking her delectable nipples while slowly teasing myself into her moistening cunt. She was feeling particularly needy, a little tipsy from our pilfered beer, and let me slide past her hesitant hands, down her chest, her belly, to her shockingly aromatic and delicious pussy.

I ravenously ate her pussy out for either her first time, or for the first time she really enjoyed it.

It seemed to work very well for her. After that first time, she loved it so much that I ate her out all the time, every night we could be together, for as long as I could keep my face between her thighs. I thought about it all day when I worked, my vacation where there was no other.

Debra tried sucking me a few times but always stopped short and apologized for not swallowing me, saying she just couldn’t do it. At first I didn’t mind so much and I would jerk off to finish when she pulled away.

She would watch me, fascinated, and even dabble her fingers in my mess, spreading me around her belly button, piling it on her dolphin naval ring, rubbing it between her fingers, curiously bringing me to her nose to smell, but not yet able to bring me to her tongue to taste.

I figured we would be moving on our separate ways soon enough and I didn’t need to get too wrapped up in petty frustration. Work, though rewarding, was ghastly, Deb was a delight, and there was nothing at all not to love and enjoy about our trauma-bonding intimacy.

But as time went on, my interest waned and I found reasons to avoid her, shifting to direct our teams surveying the needs in neighboring camps, feeling more frustrated and lusting for more serious open intimacy, both ways, than I imagined I would ever need. I gave myself over to the reality that men will be men – and I am a man.

She figured out pretty soon what was happening and I got a late night visit from her at my tent after a dinner of canned chicken noodle soup at her tent that went no further.

“Just hear me out,” she started. “I think I know why you’re holding back now. And I…I don’t know how else to say it, but I want to give you what you give me. All the way I mean. I want to get you off in my mouth. And…and I really don’t know how to start except to just istanbul escort do it, you know?”

She went on before I had a chance to respond.

“I really mean this. I want to…I want at least to try. But I’d need you to be patient and not get mad or give up. So…so can I just come in and mess around and…well, let me try?”

“I swear to God, Deb, that’s the most romantic thing anyone ever told me,” I chuckled to try to lighten the tone a little.

“Come inside, my dear, for my last hidden and final foreseeable beer for the month. We’ll see what happens – whatever you feel like.”

I felt a difference in her almost immediately. We fell together very quickly and I pushed her back to get off her wrinkled camouflaged pants and quickly found, then even more quickly lost myself in, her scalding, inviting, pungent pussy.

Just knowing she came over and acknowledged wanting to get me off renewed my attraction to her immeasurably.

She seemed to enjoy my tongue even more considering the nasty thing she was planning to try. I ate her out and licked her juices like milk, showing her the cream on my lips. I ate her until she exploded into my face, fucking my mouth with rapid, twisting lunges. I kept sucking until she stopped me and went for my cock.

“Now,” she murmured, excitement trembling her voice a little, “Your turn.”

“Are you sure, Deb?” I asked her sincerely. “I don’t ever want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable doing. It’s no fun for me that way.”

“Just do it, Brett. Fuck my mouth.” She took me deep and held me there. I could sense her exploration at a new level.

“I’m going to do this. I want to do this. Remember, I asked you!”

I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, swapping our mouth moisture.

“Just let go and cum in my mouth, Brett. I want it even if I choke a little at first. I want to do this until I get it down. Promise me!”

“Promise,” I said, “I have an idea. The first time, try to take my stuff in your mouth and just, like, hold it for a while to get used to it, hmmm? Then let most of it drip down onto my chest and swallow some. If you can take more, then lick it up at your own pace.”

I felt myself hearkening back to years ago in my safe, discreet sex therapy office in Chapel Hill, teaching sexually awakening young wives and girl friends of very lucky men – always gently and ethically – who were very eager, but still somewhat reluctant how to get beyond the aversion to swallowing semen.

My soft words to Debra felt warm and homey to me. They brought back slivers of the passion that beat in my chest those days, the passion to un-cage that long-bridled animal human lust crouching just below the surfaces in those delightful, daintily clad yuppies and hippies, republicans and democrats, doctors and songwriters, straights and gays, those who would evolve to eat sex and those that would never arise to love the taste of another on their tongue.

I never imagined I would exchange that insistent beating in my chest for the sound of these animal skin drums pounding barely a hundred yards away.

My weak words seemed to be the ticket that put her in her comfort zone.

“Take it in my mouth, then drool it back, and eat it slow? Hmmm? Damn, Brett, that’s sexy! How could a girl resist that?” Whether she joked or not, our juices were rising to the challenge.

To feed the senses, I peeled back my tent flaps and let the moonlight pour into our little Sheraton on the Savanna.

I got on my back and pulled her bottom to my face, leaving my dick for her to do with as she felt like. I wanted her cunt bad and I also wanted her to be feeling grand the first time she ate cum for pleasure. I licked deep into her flowing cunt, spreading her pussy wetness around her ass rim and then deep into her ass.

A few seconds of that and she was sucking me like a starved woman, avcılar escort licking up what I was leaking into her mouth, turning excitedly to illumination in the moonbeams, showing my silver stuff to me glistening on her lips.

I just trusted Deb, thousands of miles from friends, a dedicated friend and ultimate caring professional. I did a very uncharacteristic thing for a man, or at least for me – I let myself go with abandon into her first full suck off, I gave myself completely to her pleasuring me. I lost all track of time or conscious description, feeling rather than thinking the delicious nuances.

Deb sucked me, coaxed me, anxiously, excitedly sucking for my stuff, feeling for the epiphany.

In a delicious reverie I felt the dam burst and my cum was racing toward her mouth, I suddenly, despite my best intention to just let go, pulled back a bit, clenched automatically, still afraid for her, not wanting to overwhelm her. But she felt it coming and went down even harder, sucked me hard then eased away and opened her mouth anticipating the flood, which she got immediately.

I expected her to pull away or gag when my first jolt of cum hit her mouth, but instead I felt her close her lips tightly. Suddenly I felt that familiar sensation that guys know perfectly well once they are swallowed by a girl who really is practiced. Deb’s tight mouth was gripping my shaft and I could feel my stuff flowing freely into her mouth – through inner sensation only, because I couldn’t feel or see anything coming out, she contained it all. I wondered, as I always do, where all that stuff goes, and how exactly she can really manage it.

But manage it she did. She stayed on me until her mouth was completely full and cum was overflowing her mouth down her lips. Then she opened her mouth and showed me the pooled, thick mess. I saw no hint of gagging and she had a flicker of her smile, pride evident in her flashing eyes as she rolled her tongue through my semen, forcing some of it down her chin and onto her tits and my chest.

Then she did exactly what we talked about. She turned to crawl closer to my face, opened her mouth and let the thick mixture of cum and spit cascade out onto my chest, across her extended tongue, tasting it as it poured.

“Oh, baby, that was fantastic,” I crooned, still breathless. “Are you okay?”

“Okay, but we’re not through,” she smiled, and lowered her lips into the large puddle, coating her lips slowly, tonguing the thickness through slickened lips.

She ran her fingers through it and ate it first from her fingers. She showed no signs of discomfort. She licked cum from her fingers then licked it up directly from my skin, swallowing easily.

Out of sheer lust and gratitude, I rolled her back over and settled back into her cunt to finish eating her out while she cleaned me up. I felt her body tighten and her breathing got faster as she gave in to her own come. She yelped quietly and exploded into a million tiny convulsions, then long slow waves that seemed to go on forever – the perfect reinforcement for the experience of eating cum.

She collapsed back onto my spit-washed chest and smiled at me.

“I did it. I swallowed it all,” she said finally, flushed and beaming. “It’s really raw, nasty, pungent, powerful – but I get it now. I can do this.”

“But, did you like it,” I asked quietly, “It felt great to me. But did it feel good to you? Did it taste good?”

Deb ran her tongue over her shiny lips. “Yeah,” she said. “Amazing sex. Having you eat me out while I swallowed you was over the top. That was very good. The best.”

Having me watch her do it was her next challenge thing that she described as we reached to each other for a finishing comfort fuck. We fucked softly and drifted off to sleep, exhausted and facing yet another new day of poverty, sickness and pain in the camps.

I woke in the pitch dark the next şirinevler escort morning with a raging hard on, fortunately a rainy Saturday with the work day looming later as men spread straw and other debris on the murky puddles of mud, so we could get to and from and between the food and medicine staging areas.

She was back at my cock before dawn set in. Now she was twisting her nubile frame so that she could look me in the face while she sucked, so I could watch her suck me.

In those blurry days that followed, Deb recreated herself into a connoisseur in a canvas palace. On her palatial bedroll, softened by mounds of dust, propped just so to give us an illusion of bed, she reveled in opening her mouth for my cock, she would devour me slowly, eat it all, eat it leisurely. And I her. Our plain white American wrappers became containers for daily protein meals, providing Deb and me every bit the oral satisfaction that the barely more plentiful porridge in the buckets did.

Our sex food became soul staples natural as milk and dry bread, normal as tomato juice, common as oat mush, delectable as honey wine glaze on bread pudding in open-air, brick wall-nuanced white table clothed ambience in mid-summer Charleston.

Here though, now though, Debra’s mouth in Africa fed me unspeakable pleasure whenever I fed Debra’s mouth what I had to offer, often as not pouring my nectar into her mouth to the beat of drums slamming out tradition, hunger, anger, and angst.

Deb was very happy with how much pleasure she was giving me. She was magnificent and I found myself completely hard again just talking about it.

“This isn’t bad at all,” she kept saying. “The taste, you know, the feel of it in my mouth, all thick and all. All of it. the whole fucking thing. I can really do this.”

Something about the way she said it portended something significant down the road. I prayed more than I ever would have admitted to her that she would live to find that something down the road.

The way she kept pondering her newly expressed sexual freedom and power had her thinking differently on all levels: “I can do this and I really get off on doing it.”

Over those days, I could only laugh at how matter-of-factly she went about giving me every man’s wildest wet dream as though I was doing her a favor, but it wasn’t contrived.

I knew her well enough to know she was serious, really into it, and thinking hard and long about her exploded sexual boundaries.

In those first heady days of her brave enlightenment, she sucked me off more times than I could count, tasting and swallowing my cum easily, without gagging or blinking. More and more she looked me square in the eyes when I came in her mouth, her eyes bright as the stars gleaming down in that southern hemisphere.

She swallowed me now with gusto, really getting aroused herself with the effect her mouth had on me. I was her new adventure toy.

Eating my cum really seemed to increase her desire to have me suck her pussy.

Before, she had always wanted to get quickly to fucking. Now she would spread her legs and welcome my face down, hands in my hair, almost as soon as I threw back her tent doors those nights, as quickly as I could jam my knees into her sleeping bag nestled in the dust.

I ate her out to full orgasms at least once, and usually two or three times before she would start down on me.

You may feel I am describing animal behavior. You may think I am obsessed and consumed with a base, raw, animal fixation on the lowest form of human lust and carnal appetite, describing, appealing to the prurient interest only, trying only to invoke sexual appetite.

You are so absolutely fucking right.

Let me say it this way.

The political and geological wilds of Africa were our home, angry armed men, women, and children hovered with guns and machetes scant yards outside our scarcely guarded tent camp parameter fences, hunger and disease tore at those bodies encircling us, bodies we had come to know and love, wild animals slunk slowly closer every day from the enclosing jungles, closer to our human world, feeling out their constantly-evolving place in the food chain as humanity struggled all about us.

Debra was the wildest thing in Africa.

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I’d been working out of our Manchester office that day, finally meeting colleagues who I have only ever spoken to via email and phone for the past year. I’d already taken a bit of a shine to Debs. I had no idea what she looked like, nor had we talked about anything other than work, apart from “how was your weekend” sort of things. It was all about her accent.

She was from Dublin and whenever we spoke on the phone her voice would make me melt. Today I finally met her, and she looked just as good as she sounded. She was about 5ft 5, a few inches shorter than me. Light blonde hair, big blue eyes and she had the biggest smile.

We spent a few hours this afternoon working together in one of the meeting rooms in the office. Although it was very work orientated, she was flirting a fair bit. Playing with her hair, touching my arm and even my leg a few times whenever she lent in to look at my laptop.

A few of my colleagues from that office said they’d take me out for dinner that night. So 5pm came and everyone went home to freshen up, agreeing to meet at the restaurant at 7. I went to the hotel to check in. I showered and changed into jeans and t-shirt and was the first to arrive at the restaurant. It was only a 10 minute walk from the hotel and I felt like having a drink so left the car in the car park.

As I was at the bar getting a drink Debs walked in. She looked completely different. Her long blond hair was no longer tied back, and she had a very loose and very short floaty summer dress on, revealing her stunning legs. I could definitely tell she definitely didn’t have a bra, as her boobs had a natural swing and hang because of their ample size. I was having a hard time keeping eye contact and keeping my train of thought as we were talking.

We must have only been chatting for 5 minutes when a few more of our lot arrived together, so we decided to take our table. I was hoping to sit next to or opposite Debs, but John and Sally, a couple of account managers ended up doing just that. They sat next to and opposite me, trapping me on the end of our long table.

“Bollocks” I thought to myself.

When Sally and John weren’t looking I glanced over at Debs and we made eye contact. She subtly shrugged her shoulders and mimicked a tut at John and Sally who had blocked me in.

After the meal we were all outside saying goodbye and everyone was going in their separate directions. Some walking, catching lifts with each other etc. I was looking up the hotel on Google Maps on my phone, looking forward to going back to my room and having a wank with the thought of Debs in that dress. I suddenly heard her voice which made me jump.

“What are you doing?” Debs asked.

“I’m looking up my hotel. I can’t remember how to get there” I replied.

“Where are you staying?” She asked.

I told her the name.

“No shit” She said, “I live almost opposite it. If your room is at the front you might be able to see into my flat. I’ll have to keep my curtains closed otherwise you might see me getting dressed.”

I said “I’ll bear that in mind in the morning then.”

“My cab should be here any minute. Want a lift? I can’t be bothered to walk” she offered.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind” I replied.

In the cab we talked about how good the food was and before I knew it we arrived at the hotel. Debs said she’d get out as well as she was so close to her place. I offered to pay for the cab as I could claim it on my expenses.

“It’s not even 10pm, fancy at drink?” I asked.

She smiled and said “sure, just the one though, we have work in the morning” and winked at me.

We walked through the entrance and I started moving towards the right, in the direction of the bar. Debs, however, walked off to the left.

“Where are you going? The lifts are this way,” she said with a playful grin.

“The bar!” I replied.

“Haven’t you got a mini bar istanbul escort in your room?” she asked.

“Erm, yeah” I nervously croaked.

“Your room it is then” she said as she swung her arms in the direction of the lifts, “this way”.

We walked into the empty lift and stood at the back. Just as the door was about to close a hand appeared and stopped the doors from closing all the way. Someone walked in, then another 5 or 6 people joined us in the lift.

We were squashed in at the back of the lift. Her fingers were lightly touching my left hand as we stood side by side. I was starting to feel a tingle and a twitch in my cock.

As we got to my floor we squirmed our way out of the busy lift and walked in nervous silence to my room. I unlocked the door and held it open for Debs to walk through. She walked straight past me and into the bathroom and closed the door. I kicked off my shoes and I went over to the fridge which was in the far corner. I heard her come out of the bathroom and without looking back I asked what she wanted to drink.

“Oh, anything” she said.

I grabbed a small bottle of white, stood up and turned round. Debs was on the bed. On her back, propped up by her elbows. She’d taken her shoes off and her already short dress had risen up, revealing even more of her beautiful legs, all the way down to her bare feet.

She was smiling at me. I walked towards her with her drink. I got to the foot of the bed.

“Stop, put the bottle down” she said.

I reached back and put it on the table behind me.

“Take your t-shirt off” Debs instructed.

I did, very slowly. Not trying to be sexy with it, but I was a bit nervous.

“Now your jeans.”

I unbuckled my belt and slid them down, my ever hardening cock becoming more visible through my briefs.

“Helllllllo” she said with her beautiful Irish accent. “What are you hiding there?” She giggled.

“You can take them off as well!” Debs demanded.

I hesitated for a moment and then did as she asked and stood there, cock bobbing up and down and growing by the second.

Debs got off the bed and stood up. She undid the strap of her dress that was tied behind her neck. She pulled each strap down in front of her revealing her tits. The dress then just fell to the floor. Now she was only wearing the tiniest white g-string. She walked up to me and we kissed, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

I put my hands on her arse cheeks and pulled her tight against me, my hard-on pressed up between our stomachs. She reached down and took my cock in her hand, lightly, between her thumb and fingers.

I leant back and looked at her boobs. I was cupping and massaging them in my hands and started going from nipple to nipple with my mouth. Although she had huge tits, her areola were small and her nipples were hard and so very suckable.

She pushed me onto the bed onto my back and climbed up between my legs. Gripping my dick in one hand, she was wanking it with the other before putting the head into her mouth. I closed my eyes and savoured the moment.

She stopped sucking and straddled my legs. She shuffled up a bit so my cock was pressed between my stomach and the crotch of her panties. She rocked back and forth a few times. Everytime she move back more precum came out if the tip, pooling on my stomach.

After a minute or so of rubbing her cunt against my cock she moved up and sat on my face. Her panties were soaked and I licked her pussy through the gusset, sucking up her juices.

I don’t know how long it had been but all of a sudden she jumped off the bed and went to her hand bag.

“Tadaaa” she said as she spun around and held up a condom.

She hurriedly removed her g-string and tore open the wrapper. I was still lying on my back, slowly stroking my cock, as she approached me, avcılar escort took my cock into her mouth again, then rolled the condom down my length and climbed on. She was so wet, I could hear her juices as she slid down my dick.

She was moving up and down, slowly at first, one hand rubbing her clit. She fell forward over me and we were kissing. I started fucking her this time. My balls were slapping against her with every quick thrust as she breathed heavily against my ear.

I flipped her over, never leaving her tight wet hole. I held her legs open by the knees, watching my cock disappear inside her, her pussy looking wetter and wetter. I brought her legs up so her ankles were either side of my head, tightening her cunt even more as I slowly slide my dick in and out of her.

“Faster, please, faster!” she said.

This went on for a few minutes when I pulled out. I felt my orgasm building but didn’t want this to end.

“Play with yourself” I said, as I removed the condom and began wanking my cock.

As she was playing with her clit, I inserted my middle finger into her hot cunt and began finger fucking. I inserted another finger and sped up.

Her body tensed. She moaned “mmmm I’m cumming, don’t stop, don’t stop”.

I didn’t. I kept going as she orgasmed. Her body convulsing. Her chest had gone red, her eyes were shut tight. It seemed as if her orgasm would never end. She pushed my hand, soaked with her juices away from her sex.

“Ahh man” she panted, “that was awesome!” as she brought my finger up to her mouth.

“I need to suck your dick, now!” she said.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I knelt beside her and she took my cock in her mouth and sucked and wanked it. I reached down for her pussy and slipped my middle finger in.

She angled my dick up and licked my shaven balls. She sucked one into her mouth then both while I continued finger fucking her.

I straddled her chest. With my cock slick with siliva, I put my it between her tits and she pushed them together as I fucked them.

This was incredible. Her soft breasts smothered my cock as I thrust back and forth. I was getting close and I told her so.

“Wank for me, I want to watch you cum on my tits.”

Literally as soon as I started wanking I started cumming. Debs started tickling my balls with her finger nails. As I shot some of it landed on her chin and lips. Most of it went all over her boobs as she pushed them together.

Panting, I leant over and licked my cum from her tits, which surprised her. I kissed her chin where some if it had also landed.

“Now, how about that drink?” Debs asked.

I walked over to the fridge with wobbly legs to get a soft drink while she went to the bathroom. She came back a minute later, had some drink, and we cuddled up together under the covers and went to sleep.

I opened my eyes. The room was pitch black, but in a hotel it could be midday with the curtains closed and still be dark. I reached for my phone, 6am. As I put it down it made a slight clunking sound. Debs stirred next to me, rolled over, pressed her nakedness against my back and her right hand found its way to my chest.

“Morning” she whispered in her beautiful Irish accent as she gently played with my chest hair.

“Hey” I said, “did you sleep alright?”

“Mmmmm yeah I did, thanks to you,” she said as her left hand ran down from my chest to my morning wood. “Someone’s awake” she commented as she gave me a few strokes.

I reached behind with my right hand and found the little tuft of hair she had above her pussy.

“I’m sorry, I really need a pee” she said.

“Actually me too” I replied as I threw the covers off from us and ran to the bathroom.

Debs was on the side of the bed closest to the bathroom and beat me there. She was already sitting on the toilet when I ran in. I could hear her şirinevler escort relieving herself. I was standing right in front of her, facing her, my cock at her eye level and she just stared at it.

“I thought you said you needed to pee?” she asked.

“I did, I mean I do” I replied, “but you’re there and even if you weren’t, I couldn’t aim with this thing at the moment.”

She reached out and ran a finger nail under my balls and along the shaft to the tip.

“You’re not helping” I said with a grin.

“Pee in the shower, who cares.”

The shower was wet room style one, completely open but with a glass wall on one end. I turned to my right away from Debs and just started peeing into the shower. She grabbed my cock, still hard, and was aiming it, moving the stream of pee around. We were both laughing, but there was something incredibly erotic about it. Something I had never done with someone before, especially someone who I’d basically only met the previous day.

When I’d finished, I turned the shower on and stepped in.

“Wanna to join me?” I asked.

Debs stood up from the toilet and thought about it for a moment. There was still a good couple of hours before we had to be at work, which was only a few minutes from the hotel.

“Go on then” she replied as she join me under the shower.

We put our arms around each other and embraced in a kiss that neither one of us wanted to end. Eventually I reached for one of the free shower gels and started soaping her back and shoulders. I worked my way down to her arse and then down each leg. I turned her around and did her front. Shoulders, chest, stomach, I spend a little longer soaping up pussy than other parts of her body. The sounds she was making implied she didn’t want me to stop.

Then it was her turn to wash me. As she was washing my back she got down to my arse and started soaping my cheeks and I suddenly felt her arm slide between my legs and her hand found my erection. I moaned as she stroked. As she pulled her hand back through my legs she let ran her finger all the way up between my arse cheeks and pressed against my hole. I squirmed a bit and she laughed. Then it was time to rinse.

I grabbed the second shower head, one that was on a hose and was rinsing her. As the shower head passed between her legs briefly and moved on to her stomach she grabbed it with one hand and moved it back there, letting the hot jet of water concentrate in her pussy. She let go and I kept it there while she started rubbing her clit.

I adjusted the head so it was in massage mode. The water now coming out in a powerful wave motion against her cunt. She was moaning, looking like she was close, I began sucking a nipple.

This sent her over the edge. Moaning even louder, her legs were shaking as she came. She kissed me and whispered “thank you”.

We got out of the shower and took turns drying each other. She’d noticed I still had a full erection. She cupped my balls and said “I should fix this.”

She gripped her hand around my cock and led me to the bed and pushed me onto my back. She stood at the side of the bed, one hand slowly going up and down my length, and the other gripping it tight at the base. She reached down with one hand and pressed against the area just below my balls. Putting pressure on every down stroke of her wanking hand. I knew I was close but didn’t say anything as I didn’t want her to change what she was doing.

I started moaning and moving my hips, I think she realised so she sped up. I started to cum.

Debs kept stroking me, as I came on my chest and stomach.

Still she kept going, but now with decreasing speed. Every down stroke a little bit more spunk appearing at the tip. I was panting. Debs stopped and straddled my legs. She looked me in the eye and then leant down to lick up my cum, barely breaking eye contact.

She hopped off me and put her dress on. She came back to me. I was still naked, on my back and with a nearly fully hard erection, she kissed me, reached for my cock and gave it a couple of strokes.

“See you at work” she whispered.

“Don’t forget your panties,” I said, spotting them on the floor

“You keep them” she said as she walked towards the door.

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Many thanks to Literotica author ‘englander1961’ for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author ‘KY ridgerunner’ for the stories that planted the idea in my head months ago. A belated and much overdue thanks to John Hasty for his peerless editing. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes.

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* * * * *

“I’m afraid things aren’t going to work out between her and me,” Kelly said after Jessica went upstairs, sadness flooding across her face. “She’s too scared or too distrustful or too something, I don’t know what, to relax and be comfortable with you… to be… to be…”

“A part of the family?” Margo asked.

“Yeah, that’s it, that’s it exactly! And she resents that I am a part of it. If she can’t come to terms with it, I don’t see much future for us.”

“You know that whatever happens, we’ll be here for you,” Carol said, stroking Kelly’s hair.

Margo wrapped her arms around Kelly and hugged her tight. “You’re a part of us, sweetheart, nothing can change that.”

For a long time the three of them sat together on the floor, touching each other. Slowly the consternation grew on Kelly’s face until she gave it voice.

“And that’s another thing that’s pissin’ me off,” Kelly said angrily, shrugging out of their arms. “Right now I want get the two of you naked and make love like there’s no tomorrow but I know, sure as I do, Jess’ll come out of our room and take it wrong and get pissed or hurt… I’m startin’ to resent her. And I never want to resent her. I don’t mind editing my behavior on occasion because it’s not a good time, I mind it feeling like it’s never a good time, and that any time I spend with you is some sort of special fuckin’ gift she’s giving me as a great fuckin’ sacrifice!”

“Well honey, we couldn’t anyway, you know Harry’s liable to be home with his sister any time,” Carol said soothingly.

“Oh bullshit! You know Harry’s going to call and give us plenty of time.” She turned and pushed Margo down on a pile of cushions. “And Big Mama, you know what I want to do to you,” she fell upon her, in full predatory mode. She reached back and grabbed Carol, pulling her down as well, “And what I want to do to Juicy-sweet here, and even if all of that went down, there’s nothing we couldn’t clean up,” she moved her hand down inside of Margo’s shorts, caressing her cunt and back out again, “and have you looking all wifely when they get home.” She thrust her head into the front of Margo’s shirt, using her chin to pop the buttons as she drug her face down Margo’s front.

Margo took her head gently in her hands. “Sweetie, I understand, I do… you’re angry right now, and you’re acting out that anger by doing something that could lead to a quick resolution of all your problems. But that quick resolution would be driving Jess away, and you don’t really want that.”

Carol pulled her off of Margo into a hug. “I agree, Kelly. Why don’t you go up there and talk to her, or just sit with her while she thinks?

“Because,” Kelly said, struggling to keep the tears out of her voice, “I just want her to be part of the family, for all this to be okay… and damn it, I want it now! I mean, I can understand, in my head, why she’s having these problems, but my heart doesn’t understand at all. To me, wanting to become a member of the family was as natural as breathing… it was resisting that urge that was difficult and required thought and effort. How can someone, especially someone in Jess’ position, at odds with her mother, few friends, no other family, not want to be a part of a group that’s already welcomed her with open arms?”

“I don’t know either,” Carol said. “But one thing I do know. Relationships take work, a lot of it, and that work has to be done even when you don’t want to have to do it, or you’re tired, or you’re frustrated, or you’re pissed off. You know that as well as I do. You and Jessica are worth the effort. Go to it.”

“Yeah, I know… just felt like being a selfish, spoiled bitch kadıköy escort for awhile,” Kelly replied, shaking her head ruefully.

“No baby, you’re tired and frustrated, not selfish and spoiled. Trust me… we’d beat you if you were selfish and spoiled,” Margo said smiling, hugging Kelly once more.

Kelly got up off the floor and looked down at Margo, her old familiar grin back on her face.

“You know, you keep making those promises…”

And she headed upstairs to be with her lover.

* * * * *

“…and so that’s how things stand as of this morning,” Harry finished, looking down at his empty beer mug. “Glass of water, please, Ruben?” he said, raising a hand towards the bartender.

His sister looked at him, thoughts flickering across her face too rapidly to read. She rooted around in the remnants of the flaky mushroom crusts, found a bit she liked and popped it in her mouth, chewing it slowly.

“Harry, are you sure you aren’t just in the middle of some wonderful dream?” she asked, gazing at her brother speculatively.

“Nope, although most days I ask myself something similar at least once. I’ve never been so happy, Nicki. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there have been rough times, and I have no doubt there’ll be more. But I know now that there’s nothing I can’t face with the help of my friends and family. Nothing.

“Now, if all this is too freaky and weird for you, I’ll gladly put you up at a hotel, no problem. But I’d love you to come home, stay with us… all of us.”

“Oh, I’m coming with you… don’t worry, my sensibilities aren’t shocked at all, except in that whole ‘this is happening and my big brother is in the middle of it’ way.” She smiled. “I’m just trying not to let my envy of you eat my head.

“The last five years have been… well, they’ve been very lonely, Harry. After the divorce, I didn’t date for a long time, and then when I did start going out again, it was like every guy I met punched the wrong buttons somehow. Finally I just said ‘fuck it’ and gave up on a social life. I’m married to my vibrator. I haven’t named it, but I figure that’ll be the next step towards becoming a social hermit.

“And you’ve really cut your schedule back to three days a week? Karen, too?”

“Ahyup. Just this morning Margo decided that the three of us need more ‘us’ time, so she’s moving her day off to Monday as soon as she can. We don’t need more money, we need more life.”

“Sounds heavenly… I’m still putting in 90 to 100 hour weeks; I’m tired all the time. My editors have been kind enough not to say it yet, but I can tell that the quality of my work is suffering.”

“You still on tranqs?”

“Occasionally… whenever I finish a story and realize that although it’s over, I’m still too wired to relax, rest, sleep. Then? You betcha. Otherwise, not so much. Mostly I just drink too much.”

“I keep telling ya, smoke dope and it’ll go easier with you.”

“Well, from what you’ve told me, I’m probably not going to have much of a choice while I’m staying with you, am I? I’ve always been too worried about getting caught to really relax and enjoy it.”

“Well, we’ll work on that as well… try to sway you to the outlaw side of the Force,” Harry said with a grin.

“You’re on,” she replied, her corresponding grin clearly marking them as siblings.

* * * * *

Kelly walked into the bedroom she shared with Jessica to find her lover packing.

“Jess, angel, you want to tell me what’s happening?” she asked, fear already making itself heard in her voice.

Jessica turned to her, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, sliding down on top of the tracks of older tears tracks.

“I’ve called Quan and she said I could crash out on her couch for awhile, until I could find my own place.

“Kelly, I love you. I know you love me. But I thought about it, like Margo said, and it hit me hard when I realized that I need to be somebody’s ‘one and only’. I need that. I need to be the special one that my lover’s life revolves around, just like she’s the one I revolve around.

“And please believe me; I understand why I can’t be that for you, not full-time. This family of yours, they’re some wonderful people and I love them all, but they don’t fill the same roles in my life that they do in yours.

“I want to go on dating you, I definitely want to go on making love with you, and anytime you want to get together, just the two of us, you can bet I’ll be available. Hell, face it Kelly. You give me the right look and I’ll follow you almost anywhere.

“But I just can’t stay in this close of a relationship this way. It isn’t working for me at all. And it’s best for me, and I think for you as well, if I go before the frustration makes it ugly.”

And then they both were crying and reaching for each other. And Kelly said “I’m sorry” and Jessica said “you never promised me it would be any different” and they fell together on the bed üsküdar escort and held each other and cried because they each were they way they were.

* * * * *

The pale blue Ford Econoline van that had been an unnoticed part of Harry’s life for quite some time pulled into traffic several car lengths behind Harry and Nicki as they left The Pearl.

* * * * *

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time,” Nicki said as they made their way back to the house. “Not everything I said at that rehearsal dinner had the purest motivations.”

“No, I told you, you were right, hell, you were more than right. Everything you said was dead on.”

“No, I’m not saying what I said was wrong, goofball, I’m saying that the reasons I hit you with it weren’t necessarily the high and mighty “I must save my brother from a disastrous marriage” ones that you might imagine they were.”

“I’m still not following you,” Harry said as he shifted lanes.

“I know, I’m off to a real dismal start at explaining it. Alright, let’s try it this way; I’ve had three strong male figures in my life while I was growing up. Every last one of them was, in his own way, an exemplary human being.

“There was Dad, who was always special, but who showed me in the last years of Momma’s life that there was nothing more important than love and family. He put his entire life into taking care of her and keeping the two of us feeling that there was hope for her, and for us as a family, no matter what the doctors said or how bad it looked.

“There was Eddy, who, once I got over being terrified of him when I was younger, taught me that no matter how fierce and strong and imposing a man is, he can still be gentle and kind and thoughtful and sweet. And furthermore that exhibiting those qualities doesn’t lessen him in any way, but instead strengthens him.

“And then there was you, brother dear. After Momma and Dad died, you didn’t really change, you just shouldered the burden of being executor of their estates, helping me through the grieving and kept on keeping on. You showed me a lesson I have yet to really master… that you can be who you are and still be successful, you can remain true to yourself and still do what you need to do. I mean, come on, in high school would anyone have believed you’d be co-owner of a successful business? Yet until An-… until that woman, you never stopped being good ol’ Harry Grimes, same as you ever were.

“And so with the three of you as the strong male images in my life, is it any wonder Patrick didn’t measure up? I mean, it’s not like Patrick didn’t have his own set of issues that would have had us hitting divorce court sooner or later, but there was no way in fucking hell he could measure up to the ideals I held for what a man could and should be.”

“Okay, Nicki,” Harry said, checking the rear-view mirror as he shifted lanes again and took an off-ramp.

“Hey, you didn’t signal!”

“I know, my bad, I’m sorry… so you have a view of me that’s rose-colored at best and being exposed to Dad and Eddy, as well as your delusions where I’m concerned, led to some unrealistic expectations of Patrick. How does this relate to what you said at the rehearsal dinner, or better said, how does it relate to your motives for saying what you did?”

Nicki punched him in the shoulder.

“Ow!”

“Rose-colored, my ass! What it has to do with my motives is that not only was I telling you my honest evaluation of that woman and what I saw in her… but even if you’d been marrying the perfect woman for you, flawless in every way, I would have been looking for something, anything, making shit up… simply because to me, there couldn’t be a woman good enough for you.

“You’re a very special man, and I couldn’t find a way to tell you at the time, I couldn’t have found the words and I didn’t recognize what was going on… but I was telling you what I told you not only because Ang-… that woman… was a cum-guzzling dumpster slut from the seventh level of skank hell, but because to me there was no woman good enough for you.”

“I love you too, sis. And thank you. I may disagree with your evaluation, but I appreciate your honesty and I love you.”

“Harry, is there any reason you turned off way the fuck ahead of our exit?”

“Uh, yeah… yeah, I got distracted by the conversation and thought I was one place when I was really another. That’s the problem with these strip malls, make it damn hard for someone who almost subconsciously navigates by landmarks.

“But look, there’s a Baskin-Robbins… and I’m in the mood for ice cream. You still a Rocky Road junkie or have you turned from the darkness and joined the Enlightened Ones who worship Mint Chocolate Chip?”

* * * * *

“That was Harry. He and Nicki have stopped off for ice cream… the rat bastard! I told him to bring some home for us too,” Margo said as she hung up her phone. “So, since the kids are upstairs hopefully making nice with tuzla escort each other, it’s just you and me, darling.”

“Oh shucky darn,” said Carol as she flowed into Margo’s arms and they began to dance again.

* * * * *

“So, with you having no luck with men, wearing out batteries on your toys… you ever considered giving women a try?” Harry asked, looking out the window as he ate his ice cream, smiling evilly.

“HARRY! We’re in a Baskin-fuckin’-Robbins, for Christ’s sake! Watch what you say!”

“I’m not the one who just said a naughty word and blasphemed… but I will keep my voice down… now, quit avoiding the question.”

Nicki’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Yeah, once or twice… there’s this woman at the office… Georgina… God, she’s gorgeous… well, she walks both sides of the street and one day after a particularly rough story finally got filed, she stopped by my desk and invited me out for drinks with her and some other girls after work.

“Turned out the rest of the women made an early night of it… I was going to as well, but she convinced me I deserved a mental health day and tying one on that night was the perfect excuse to call in sick the next day. Turned out she and I both called in, neither one of us was hung-over, but we spent the day in bed anyway. I’ve seen her again, but it’s real casual… definitely fuck-buddies, no romance at all, and she does her best to keep it that way. Why do you ask, you pervert?”

“Well, it was sort of a necessary question. Sexy as you are, once the crew got relaxed around you, it was going to be a race to see whether Kelly or Carol made the first move on you.” He continued to scan the parking lot. “And I don’t mean anything subtle, either. I mean naked, wild and willing woman, crawling into your lap and doing a full-court-press kind of move. And if you hadn’t considered that side of the street, I was gonna tell you that you might want to start doing so. And if you were totally opposed to the idea, I’d know so I could warn the little hedonists.”

“You mean the gang isn’t going to be on their best behavior just because I’m visiting?”

“All depends… you want to be treated as a guest, or as family?”

Nicki sat back in her chair, stuck another spoonful of Rocky Road in her mouth and sucked on it thoughtfully.

“I’d like to be treated as family… but I’m not sure how comfortable I’ll be getting naked myself.”

“Don’t worry about it. No one holds a gun to anybody’s head, and a motion to adjourn to a bedroom is always in order. Hell, Eddy is very rarely without a stylin’ set of boxers.”

“Harry?”

“Yeah, Nicki?”

“What the hell’s so damned fascinating out in the parking lot?”

He started, then looked over at her guiltily. “I’m sorry, sis. It’s just so pretty out there, and this is the kind of conversation it’s easier for me to have with my sister if I’m not looking at her.”

* * * * *

The occupants of the blue Econoline van spotted Harry’s car once again. Fearing they’d been made, they parked their vehicle at the far end of the lot and watched, waiting for Harry to show.

* * * * *

Harry smiled; a tight, grim, bitter smile. He turned from the window.

“But you’re right, it’s a conversation best had face to face,” he said, gazing into Nicki’s eyes. “Myself, I don’t worry about being naked. I know that with the wealth of beautiful women around, nobody’s going to be looking at me, other than any of the aforementioned beautiful women who I’m blessed to be intimate with, so I get over my shyness that way.”

“Yeah, but… I mean, you’re my brother, Harry… I think that’s gonna give me the heebie-jeebies.”

He looked at her incredulously. “Did you just say ‘heebie-jeebies’? I haven’t heard anyone use that term in years! Come to think of it, the last person I heard use it was you.”

“So sue me, Harry, you rat! I still use ‘heebie-jeebies’. Get over it! Do you mean to tell me that having me there isn’t going to give you pause about getting naked?”

“Okay, it might… but as soon as someone distracts you, I’ll probably not worry about it anymore and get comfortable. Really, Nicki, at the end of it all, that’s what it’s all about. Whatever you’re comfortable with. If it turns out you’re not comfortable with any of it, that’ll be okay to, we’ll bring any such party to a close and call it an early night.”

“But that would make me a ‘guest’, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, but if that’s how you’re comfortable, then there’s nothing wrong with it. We have friends and acquaintances and associates that we’d no more get freaky around than we’d run down the street, naked and painted blue. Doesn’t mean we think less of them, we just realize that not everyone is comfortable with our type of get-together. In fact, later this summer, after the pool and all that is finished, we’ll be having two parties… one for the neighbors and our work associates, one for friends, family members and fellow freaks. It’s my devout hope I can avoid having them on the same weekend.”

“Oh, but Harry, think about it… what a great weekend it would be!”

“Yeah, think about it, I’d need a week off to recuperate!”

The two siblings laughed their remarkably similar laughs together.

* * * * *

“So, you’re really determined to do this?” Kelly asked, tears streaming down her face.

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You know, BB…I’ve been reading your stories for a while now…and today’s, with your Opus To Suzie…well..that just really got me going!!

I would love to come over to your apartment… you’re all naked and just out of the shower… resting on your bed… I quietly get on my knees and grab your towel and throw it to the side and take your cock in my mouth… sucking on the head and underside where your big vein is… I feel your hips move and try to fuck my mouth… I stop for a couple of minutes and suck on your balls… I hear you moan and then I go back to your cock and start sucking on it faster and faster… feeling you fucking my mouth is GREAT… you grab my hair and lift yourself up to fuck my face hard until you cum down my throat… MMM, it tastes sooo good!! Just what I had been waiting for… I get out of my tank top and shorts… revealing to you that I had no underwear on when I came over… and I slide on top of you… kissing you and whispering, “I want you in every orifice of my body….”

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“You should really be careful when you make an offer like that, my love,” I say to you, with a wink and a smile, as I slide your lithe, little body down my torso, feeling your nipples harden from the friction against my abdomen. You spread your legs — for you know my intentions — as you feel my erection pressing against your tight, freshly-shaven cunt lips!

“Oooo,” you squeal, as my cock is welcomed into your warmth! “I want it all, lover!” you shout.

As my cock sinks all the way inside you, you squeal again and grind your little, pink clit into my pubic hairs! This causes you to sail off into your first orgasm of our love-making session. But, because I’ve already cum, you have ensured that I will last for a looong time!

“Oh, Miranda, my pet. I love it when you fuck me!” I whisper in your ear, “Almost as much as you love it when I fuck YOU!”

I roll us over so that I am now on top. With my dick still ensconced within your pulsating womanhood, I lift your legs over my shoulders so that your knees cover my ears!

I lift myself up on my strong, hairy arms and plunge my full length into your sopping pussy in one quick, decisive thrust!!!

You scream out as you realize that I am in “full-animal-mode” again and there’s nothing that will stop me until after I’ve blasted a full load of cum-sauce into your body! There’s no use in trying to stop me, so you decide to go with me on this ride…

“NEXT STOP: ‘MULTI-ORGASM-LAND,'” halkalı escort you think to yourself, as you slip into another gut-wrenching climax!

As soon as you’ve settled down from it, you relax your tensed facial muscles. Then you REALLY start to enjoy the sensations that my hard-driving tumescence is producing in your body.

I bend down and take your nipple in between my teeth and bite down, rather hard. This causes you to scream out again. It just fuels my lust, as I pound even harder than before into your clasping, wet, flowing cunt!

I continue to bang away into your twat until I start to feel my impending orgasm twinge, somewhere in the back of my soul. I look down and see you; with your eyes half-closed, your mouth open in a silent scream, gasping for breath. You’ve stopped all of the higher functions of your brain and just turned on the Automatic Pilot, so you can enjoy your constant, orgasmic bliss!

I pull my rod out of your tight, pinkness and the sudden empty feeling in your loin shocks you back to reality, as you whimper for me to put my hardness back inside.

I remind you that you offered your “every orifice” to me, before we started this marathon fuck, two and a half hours ago! “I intend to use all your holes, sweetcheeks,” I say, as I grab the bottle of Astro-glide from beside the bed… The very same bottle that you so sneakily put there when you disturbed my rest (not that I minded, really. You know I’m always ready for a wild, hot, wet fuck with you!) I’m determined to make use of as much of the lube as possible, as I sqeeze out a handful and rub it onto my hard-on!

It’s now or never you realize, trying to shake your mind free of the sexually-induced cobwebs that have taken hold of it! You get up on all-fours, bury your face in my pillows, and reach back with both hands and spread your ass-cheeks apart. You tense up a little, knowing that I’m going to shove my cock inside your tight anus but then relax because it’s something that you want and need! I place the head of my lubed dick at your anal opening and ease it in, ever-so slowly… It actually causes a bit of pain but you relish this kind of pain….because when it’s over, there’s nothing but pure, sweet pleasure!

I hear you whince as the head finally pops in, past your sphincter. And as I introduce more of it into your anal cavity, you begin to feel that fullness that you’ve been missing since our last roll in taksim escort the sheets. Once I’ve compltetely buried all of my manhood inside you, I stop to let you get accustomed to the invader inside your bowels! Only when I hear you sigh, do I know it’s time to proceed. I pull out an inch then shove it back in. You let out a gasp which, in turn, delights me, for I know that I have your full attention!

I pull out two inches….then ram them back home!

You gasp again. You both love and hate this technique, as it tests your endurance for bodily pleasure! I love this torture because it never fails to make you cum.

This time proves no exception…

I feel your insides quiver and quake as I begin to piston my rock-hard cock into your backdoor! As your climax begins to subside, I reach around and grab ahold of your distended clitoris, giving it a little pinch. This really sends you flying as you jump and twitch, involuntarily! This causes your biggest orgasm yet, as you SHRIEK in pain/pleasure!!!

I just continue sawing away at your asshole!

Then, I feel it! My own urgency rips from my loins in the form of a yell that pierces the sudden calmness left over after your orgasm!!! I can’t be stopped! I lean over and bite down on your shoulder, as I slam my hips into your buttocks and my erection swells further, pressing further into the sensitive nerves in your anal orifice as my cum surges forth, filling up your rear cavity! You feel the spurts, splashing into you, causing another orgasm to ripple through your ravaged body.

Finally we are both sated; having poured every ounce of our energy into this act of love and lust! My still-hard penis pulls out of your well-fucked anus with an audible *plop* sound, causing us both to laff at the ferocity with which we had both gone at this exchange of emotions and bodily fluids!

“Sorry for the bite marks on your back, there, love,” I say, as I see what looks like a big hickey on the back of your right shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, BB. I’m sorry for the bite marks on your chest,” you say. I look down but there are no marks. When I bring this to your attention, you say, “No, there aren’t. Well, I’ll just have to remedy that, won’t I?” as you sink your teeth and lips onto my right nipple. I will not let this assault go unavenged so I grab ahold of your left nipple and pull hard on it, stretching it far enough to cause you to let go of my nipple and cry out, “Uncle!”

I release your nipple, roll şişli escort you over onto your stomach and play with your red asshole, putting my tongue up to it and working the tip inside it! This causes you to moan in appreciation of my attention to your needs!

Since my dick has been used up for the night, you just lie back, relax, and let me have my way with your body!

I work a finger into your sore asshole and then, with the other hand, insert two fingers into your sore pussy! I reach over with another finger from the hand in your cunt and diddle your sensitive, almost bruised, clitoris! Stroking it lightly, so as not to hurt you too much, I keep this up until I feel your body begin to spasm once again! You are such an orgasm slut, aren’t you?

Finally, you pass-out… Literally. You become unconscious!

I pull my fingers out of your stretched-out holes and smile to myself! You asked to be fucked in every hole… And I fucked you in every hole.

“Another satisfied customer,” I chuckle to myself, as I cover us both with the sheets and blankets that lay at the foot of my bed.

I kiss you on your forehead but you don’t stir. You are dead to the world; sleeping a very calm, peaceful sleep! I turn off the light and close my own eyes and drift off into my own peaceful, well-earned slumber……..

Good night, my love… Wherever you are.

xoxox, -BB : )
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I stretch out in BB’s bed… I can’t believe it… but I actually got fucked to sleep!! But it IS what I asked for!! I notice that he, too is waking up and I slide gently on top of him… and kiss him very passionately… and smile and wink at him as I see that he is awake. I rest my head on my hand and my arm on the pillow underneath him and feel his arms wrapping around me sooo tightly… I whisper to him, “You fucked me to sleep, baby.” He chuckles and I whisper, “Thank you sooo much,” and he smiles… We start to kiss very passionately again… and he rolls on top of me and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his cock get so hard again… MMM, he’s like a machine!! I LOVE IT!! He sets up and presses his cock into my WET pussy and slides SLOWLY in… MMMMM, it feels sooo good…. He stops and holds there and we kiss for a few minutes…. He gets on his elbows and then he pulls out a little bit…about 2 inches…and then slams it home and I moan in complete pleasure… He continues this for a while and our passion is building and we start moving with each other sooo fast… ohhh… I am feeling numb with pleasure… and I start shaking… and he’s rubbing my arms and kissing me and I explode in the most intense orgasm… which ignites his as he closes his eyes tight and slams it home and I feel a flood of his cum gushing inside my pussy….

Good morning, my lover, I’m right here! -M

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Connie worked as a Fluffer a few days a week. It was almost customary that she would get the crew off before calling it a day. Diana still called her for a shoot once a week and she really enjoyed modelling for her as well. When pay day came around, Connie was amazed to have almost $600 in her purse.

Since their kiss earlier in the week, Connie had not seen Trent. Although they exchanged text messages, their schedules never aligned and Connie was somewhat relieved. She had spent a lot of her down time wondering about the feelings she had developed for Trent. Connie wanted Trent. She wanted to give herself to him and please him with her body. She rationalized it as the difference between love and work; it was just business. Picking up her phone, she called him.

Connie spoke quickly, “What are you up to today?”

“Bloody dishes.” Trent laughed.

Connie giggled, “Need help?”

“Really? You want to come clean my apartment?” Trent said humorously.

“I want to spend time with you; plus, I’ve never seen your place.” Connie was serious in her tone.

Trent’s voice straightened, “Okay, I’ll come get you now than before you change your mind.”

On the drive to his apartment he reached over and took Connie’s tiny hand in his, holding it for the duration of the trip. Trent slipped around opening her door for her and taking her hand as she climbed out of the car.

Before opening the door to his apartment he looked at her, “It’s a mess. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Good lord! You weren’t kidding.” Connie blurted immediately upon entering the apartment.

The apartment was a small bachelor apartment; with the exception of the bathroom, it was effectively a big single room. One corner was a kitchen and the rest was the living room. Dishes piled high in both sinks and dirty pots littered the stove. A pile of clothes lay beside a single bed that’s sheets lay disheveled exposing the bare mattress.

“Well, I did warn you. Now you know why I haven’t invited you over.” Trent shrugged and removed debris from his couch so Connie could sit.

Connie sat for a moment then insisted it was time to do some cleaning. Trent was highly resistant to the idea but Connie’s mind was made up. An hour later, all the clothes and sheets were sorted and ready for the laundry mat. Dishes were washed and put away by Trent while Connie had swept the short grey pile carpeting as Trent didn’t own a vacuum cleaner.

Each of them grabbed a bag of laundry and dragged them down to the car. As Connie loaded one of the washing machines, Trent pressed himself behind her. His hot breath on her ear as he spoke sent shivers through her body covering her in goose bumps.

“You are a special woman Connie.” Trent wrapped his arms around her firmly squeezing from behind. “Thank you for coming to hang out with me today.”

Connie turned in his arms and kissed him quickly as she closed the washing machines lid and hit the start button. “Special enough to feed?”

Trent smiled, “Absolutely! What do you feel like eating?”

A gyro restaurant beckoned from across the street. The couple slipped through the snow piled at the side of the road and ran wantonly across the street dodging traffic. They sat in the fish bowel looking out at the street as they ate.

“Do you know what Jason does for a living?” Connie asked matter of fact.

Trent thought for a moment, “I do.”

Connie wasn’t convinced that Trent really knew, “Ever see any of his work?”

“I have.” Trent smiled and then changed the subject. “Want to go catch a show later?”

“Sure.” Connie was hoping to get a feel for whether Trent knew what she did but apparently it was not to happen. At a minimum, she hoped to get a feel for how he felt about Jason’s business.

Trent was very attentive with her, always opening doors and complimenting her. Connie could not have felt like more of a woman than when she was with him. When the laundry was done, they returned the apartment. Trent put hung clothes and stored the rest on shelves and drawers. Connie made the bed before sitting on the couch admiring their work.

“It almost looks civilized in here now.” Connie laughed.

Trent laughed, “Almost?”

“Now you just need to hang something on these empty assed walls of yours!” Connie’s voice was full of playful attitude.

Trent threw himself on the couch and play wrestled her until she was lying on her back. With her legs parted Trent lay on top of her with his hands on either side of her face. Brushing her hair gently, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. Trent ground himself in to her pelvis as they kissed. His hands slowly made their way up her tee and squeezed her through her bra. Even through both of their jeans, Connie could feel his hardness as they kissed. Arching her back she unclasped her bra and Trent took the opportunity to help her out of her shirt and remove the bra completely.

“Fuck me.” Trent stood staring at Connie’s breast. “They are more beautiful than I imagined.” His hands attacked them and Connie fell back on the couch.

His kartal escort hands squeezed her breasts gently and each nipple tweak sent electric shocks to her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and gave herself to him. Trent kissed his way to her breast where he licked and suck each of them as if one would get jealous from too much attention.

Connie pushed Trent back on his knees and stood up. Grabbing the hem of his sweater she pulled it over his head. Running her hands over the thick hair of his chest she smiled down at him. Trent reached up around and squeezed her ass until she pushed him to lay back on the couch.

Fumbling with the button of his jeans, she eventually managed to get his pants undone and his zipper lowered. Climbing on him she began to grind the bulge in his pants as she fed her breasts to his hungry mouth. Undoing her own pants, she slowly pulled her zipper down. Trent’s hands slipped under them and squeezed her through her lacy boy cut panties as he continued to lick and suck her delicious tits.

Trent was hard as a rock and Connie was driving him insane. Picking her up Trent laid her gently on the freshly made bed before pulling her jeans over her hips and laying them on the floor. He stood looking at the beautiful young woman smiling back at him. Her red hair flowed across the sheets of his bed, her breasts sat beautifully on her chest and the only thing she wore was a lacy pair of baby blue panties.

Connie watched Trent smiling wildly as she lay there exposed for the first time. His face told her that he enjoyed what he was seeing. “Take your pants off too.” Connie watched hungrily as he slid his pants off.

His cock pressed the fabric of his boxers and she could tell he was quite endowed.

Sliding up on the bed, Trent climbed between her legs again and began kissing her. He could feel the heat from her pussy as he pressed his cock against her. The thin fabric of their underwear was all that separated them. Kissing her he pushed his tongue in her mouth and she happily gave herself to him. His hands squeezed her beautiful breasts and he enjoyed every minute never wanting it to end.

Connie bucked her hips pressing her clit against his throbbing cock. Reaching down she grabbed his cock through his boxers and squeezed him. Slowly stroking his cock causing him to moan in her mouth.

Climbing off her, he lay beside her and took her breast in his mouth as his hand traced its way down her flat stomach. His fingers danced at the edge of her panties sending shivers over her body. Slipping the tips under the hem, he slowly moved towards her heat, stopping just short of her pleasure button. He stared in her eyes releasing her nipple from his mouth and smiled broadly knowing he was tormenting her.

“You tease!” Connie’s eyes begged for him to release her pleasure.

Trent moved his hands over her warmth and slowly massaged in to her wetness. Teasing the opening and then sliding up and over her magic button causing her to buck wildly at his touch. Connie’s hand reached blindly for his cock. Once she found it she fumbled to release it from his underwear. Eventually Trent helped by sliding his hard cock out the opening for her eager hand.

Sucking her nipple back in his mouth, he slid two long fingers in to her and expertly pressed her g spot. Slow movements sent a pleasure she had never felt over her body. Trent could feel her body tensing on and moved his lips to hers.

“Cum for me.” Trent’s words muffled by their kiss. “Cum all over those fingers.”

Connie was close and wrapped her hands around his head pulling his lips tighter as began to buck and moan., “I’m cumming. Oh fuck…”

Connie’s pussy unleashed a blast as she bucked and fucked the fingers inside her. When she slowed and started to regain composure, Trent moved his fingers sending more shocks over her body until she begged for reprieve.

Reluctantly Trent removed his fingers from her, “How was that?”

Connie stared blissfully at him, “unbelievable!” Her hand was still on his hard cock. As her composure started to come back, she realized just how thick the cock in her hand was. “Your turn.” She pushed Trent on his back and sat up beside him.

Finally getting her first glance at his cock, she gasped, “That is a big fucking cock Trent!”

Trent didn’t speak, he just smiled watching her tiny hand moving his cock around inspecting it.

It felt like she was holding a tall pop can. The rim of the head and the shaft were the same diameter. She pointed him upwards and slowly stroked his big cock. Lowering her head she licked the underside watching his cock jerk in response. She licked the shaft up and down drooling on his big piece of meat until her hand slid easily along his length. Unable to put his cock in her mouth, she sucked at the head and ran her tongue over him.

The salty drool from his manhood never ceased and flowed like a river over her tongue. She played with his balls as she sucked at the pre-cum dripping from the slit. Both hands worked his bostancı escort cock faster hoping to make him cum.

“You want me to cum?” Trent’s voice was low and gritty.

Connie sucked at the head trying to fit it in her mouth, “Yes!”

Trent stood up and shifted Connie so her head was on his pillow. Straddling her chest he put his cock between her breasts. Connie squeezed them together as best she could and Trent began to fuck her breasts. Opening her mouth she tongued and licked his big drippy head every time it popped out the top of her cleavage.

Connie watched Trent intently for signs of his pending explosion, “Give it to me. Cum on my titties.”

“I want to cum in your mouth.” Trent moaned wildly.

Connie squeezed her breasts tighter as Trent began fucking faster, “Feed me that cum baby.”

Trent screamed wildly and grasped the base of his cock before placing the swollen head at her lips, “Open.”

Connie opened her mouth and Trent unleashed a torrent of cum in her mouth. She remained with her mouth open and he jerked all his cum. When he sat back on her pelvis he looked at the sexy redhead with her mouth open and full of his cum.

“Show me you love me.” Trent smiled

Connie swallowed.

That night they went to a movie. Neither of them paid attention to the movie as they kissed and flirted with each other at the back of the theater. When they returned home, they were both beyond horny and another oral love fest took place until they both lay panting in each other’s arms.

“Have you ever fucked a woman with that monster?” Connie giggled as she played with his chest hair.

Trent’s hand slid through the silky red hair as they lay in the dark room, “A few.”

“Few?” Connie propped her chin on his chest and looked through the darkness at him. “Do tell.”

Trent laughed, “No one as tiny as you.”

“You’re never going to make love to me?” Connie said sadly.

Pulling her face to his he kissed her, “Oh I’m going to make love to you, it will just take some time.”

Connie understood that they would have to work on stretching her so he didn’t split her in two.

“Jason said he’s helping me out. So I should be able to get my cock in you.”

Connie almost choked. ‘What?”

“Yeah, Jason is a pretty big guy. Eventually you will be ready for me.” Trent was very casual.

“You know?” Connie was incredulous. “How long have you known?”

“How do you think you got the job?” Trent smiled. “He knows I’m nuts about you.”

Connie sat quietly for a moment, “You don’t mind another guy fucking me?”

“On the contrary actually, I need other guys to fuck you.” Trent returned to stroking her hair.

“You know what he has me doing for work too?” Connie finally got her question out in the open.

Trent kissed her again, “Jason and I have no secrets.”

Connie didn’t sleep well as her mind raced wildly for most of the night. She had a good job, a man who was crazy about her and he didn’t mind other guys having her. When the reality hit her, she couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

When she woke up, Trent was sitting patiently on the couch fully dressed. He was watching her and smiled immediately upon seeing her eyes open.

“Good morning beautiful.” Trent held a latte up. “I brought you some breakfast.”

Connie reached for a tee to pull over her, but Trent frowned, “You want me naked?”

Trent didn’t need to answer; he just smiled and patted the couch beside him.

For the next couple weeks, she found herself spending more time at Trent’s apartment when she wasn’t working. Even when Trent was at work, she would hang out at his place making a point of keeping it tidy and putting some food in the fridge.

At work, she became quite comfortable with the routine and thought mostly of Trent when she sucked the strange cocks. Jason continued to have his way with her at every opportunity and Trent continued to be the most loving man a girl could ask for.

The time came when Trent asked her to move in with him. Connie wanted nothing more, but clearly had to talk with Beth. The last thing she wanted to do was cause any hardship for her. At a coffee shop, the girls sat and discussed the situation. Beth was not naïve and saw the writing on the wall with the extended absences of Connie.

“So he’s the special one?” Beth smiled at her.

Connie beamed happily, “Yes. He’s one of a kind.”

“Do tell.” Beth inquired.

Connie unloaded all her secrets to her only real friend in the big city. She told Beth how her job turned in to fluffing, her boss fucking her; even the couple times Diana joined in. Beth sat wide eyed and Connie couldn’t tell if it was shock or admiration.

Beth stuttered, “Trent knows all this? And he doesn’t mind at all?” Beth sounded jealous. “You lucky little bitch.” Beth slapped at her playfully.

Connie smiled at her.

“Trent must be one confident guy.” Beth got serious. “What happens when you fall in love with one of those big cocks you suck at work?”

Connie maltepe escort couldn’t resist telling her about the heat that Trent packed. His slim frame had been no indication to what he held in store for her that first night.

Beth just listened intently, “Damn! Can I sleep with him?”

“Who?” Connie was puzzled.

Beth rolled her eyes, “Trent of course. Would you let him do me?”

Connie laughed, “If he wanted to I would. You clearly have no idea what you would be in for.” The reality was, Trent only wanted Connie and he had made that very clear to her.

A week later, Connie was officially living with Trent.

Connie climbed in to bed fully naked and pressed herself against Trent. Her hand fondled his heavy manhood until she felt it begin to stir. She nuzzled her lips to his neck and kissed her way to his mouth bringing him from his sleep, “Please put it in me.”

Trent’s eyes opened wider, “You think it’s time baby?”

“I think we need to try.” Connie slid her leg over his hips straddling his cock. Her pussy rested on the shaft and she felt it growing beneath her.

Connie leaned forward and slid his semi hard cock at the opening of her pussy. She slowly coated his rapidly swelling head with her juices before pushing her entrance over the big head. She screamed loudly and Trent put his hand over her mouth.

“Don’t move!” Connie begged. “God don’t move. It’s so fucking big.” She kneeled paralyzed with the head of his cock stretching her wider than ever thought possible. The pain raced through her and she began deep breathing trying to adjust to her man’s cock. Slowly she lifted herself up leaving the tip at her opening.

Trent let out a guttural moan, “You are so fucking tight babe.”

Connie moved slowly up and down fucking herself with the head, “I feel like a fucking virgin again.”

“Put the head back in and I’ll stroke myself” Trent slowly began to squeeze his cock.

Connie lowered herself pushing his head back in, “Jesus, it feels even bigger!” She felt her pussy stretching as his head popped in to her.

Connie stilled and Trent stroked his cock. His big hand reached up and pulled her face to his. When he kissed her his cock pushed slightly deeper causing her to gasp and bite at his lip. Kissing, Connie lifted herself up and slowly fucked a half inch of his cock while moaning wildly in his mouth.

Trent could not believe the tightness on his cock and was in heaven. As he stroked himself he slowly moved his hips causing Connie to moan louder. His cock was now fucking her with a good inch and he had no intentions of stopping.

“You can take more baby. Why don’t you suck it and get it really wet.” Trent’s grip on her hair was firm.

Connie pulled herself off him and felt empty as she sucked his cock head, drooling and licking his cock until it was fully covered with her saliva.

Trent pulled her pussy to his lips and licked her stretched hole. As he licked and tongued her slippery hole, his fingers probed her stretching her pussy to prepare her for his cock. Connie sucked at the head and stroked him wildly.

Connie licked down his shaft until her tongue ran over one of his big balls. Using her hand she pushed it to her mouth licking it and sucking it in to her mouth. Trent’s moans of pleasure told her clearly that she needed to do that more often.

Trent had three fingers deep in her tight pussy and continued to probe and stretch her until he had to have his fat cock back in her, “Let’s try to put this in you again.”

Connie spun around quickly until his cock was at her opening. Trent grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her lips to his. Their tongues danced as he held his cock at her tight opening and she slowly sat down on it taking the big head back in to her. Her eyes shot open wide as he began moving his hips.

Perfectly still she sat up biting her lip as her lover slowly worked his massive tool in to her pussy. Trent put his hands on her hips and kept his eyes and lips locked on hers. His big tool was now fucking a couple inches in and out of her. Every thrust made Connie gasp as he stretched her open.

When Trent stilled, Connie took control and wiggled her hips adjusting to his girth. Her pussy was soaking wet and she knew she was not quitting until she had this big cock deep in her. Sliding up she sat down and pushed more of him in to her. The extra inch made her scream out and her pussy exploded on his cock.

Trent began moving his hips fucking his big stick in and out of her. Connie worked on taking more of him and every orgasm she had allowed him to push deeper. In the throes of a squirting orgasm, Trent pushed his big cock deep in to Connie causing her eyes to roll back in her head. With the majority of his cock in her, he began longer stroked guiding his petite girl up and down his big cock.

Her tight pussy squeezed and milked his big cock trying to rob him of his treasures, “You are gonna make me cum baby.”

Connie leaned down and locked her lips with his, “Cum.”

Trent didn’t need any more coaxing and began thrusting faster in to her tight pussy until his cock exploded in torrent that made him scream out for the neighbours to hear. Her tight pussy clenched and milked his big pole feeling like an endless orgasm. He could feel his cum running down his balls and knew there was no room for it in her tiny little pussy.

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*

Jared sat in his rental car, freezing. The drive had been…confusing. While Canadians drove on the right side of the road (thank God) they also marked distance and speed in metric, something he hadn’t had to do since college. Sure that he’d broken at least a half dozen speed and/or traffic laws, Jared was glad to at least be parked and, for the moment, out of danger.

Now if only the rain would stop.

Jared sat parked on the side of the road, listening to the deluge of water crash upon his windshield. He checked his watch for the third time that hour and frowned. First impressions were always dicey, even more so when there was expectation and history there. Finally, at five PM local, the appointed time, he screwed up his courage, zipped up his coat and exited the vehicle.

The shop was blessedly warm as he stepped inside, shaking water like a puppy let in from the rain. A quick glance around showed the place to be full of leather attire, which (if properly waterproofed) would definitely come in handy for the next week. Jared searched and quickly spotted the reason for his interminable flight, hiding behind a counter, speaking to another customer. He caught her attention and not a little satisfaction as she seemed to blush a tad, before breaking eye contact and resuming her conversation. Suppressing a larger grin than he already possessed, Jared began browsing coats.

In no time, he could feel eyes on him again. He turned from a coat rack to see Eden tenuously walking toward him. She put on a brave face, being in her own store and all, but the simple fact was they were both very nervous about this. Jared shot her a smile and outstretched his arms, bending down to embrace her tightly. She was warm and smelled faintly of something that Jared couldn’t quite put his finger on. At any rate, it felt good to feel her arms around his trunk.

“Eden, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He managed to deliver the line without stumbling. His heart was beating and he was sure his face was as red as her hair. “All set?”

Eden nodded and they were quickly out the door. Jared quickly unlocked the doors and held one open her her, before jumping the curb and quickly sliding into the driver’s seat.

“You’re a wimp.” she said, feigning disgust and receiving an embarrassed smile in return. The drive passed quickly despite the afternoon traffic, and with some well-timed directions and the usual pleasantries, the pair arrived at Eden’s apartment at a quarter after five. A quick survey of the pantry and fridge set them to cooking, with Jared especially thrilled to find mushrooms on the menu. A quiet night in seemed perfect.

Roasted red-pepper lasagna and a bottle of Chianti, sautéed mushrooms and baby spinach, one of Jared’s specialties. Eden and Jared drank the first half of the bottle before dinner was on the table, if for nothing else than to ease the butterflies in their stomachs. Some low light and a few candles made the light sparkle off Eden’s glasses and Jared had a hard time focusing on anything other than her lips.

And, when she got up, her hips.

With the dishes rinsed and set in the dishwasher, the pair retired to the couch. Sitting opposite each other, they began to talk but Jared couldn’t think of much to say. Over the past few months, they’d spoken so much, and now that he was here, the time for discussion seemed to have passed. Almost without thinking about it, his hand found her ankle and he was quickly bakırköy escort caressing her shin.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, an impish grin implicit, inclining her to nod agreement. Consent received, he placed her feet into his lap and undid the straps on her shoes. He began to massage the soles of her feet, starting with her heel and tendons, then the bottoms, sliding his thumb into her feet and rolling her feet at the ankles. A sanguine smile formed on Eden’s lips as she lay back, closing her eyes, to enjoy the massage.

She sighed and stifled a moan as Jared worked his way under her skirt, up her legs, past her knees. She spread her legs a little bit to increase his opportunity, which he gratefully exploited. Fingers sliding along her thighs, rubbing muscles sore from standing all day, before sliding fingertips back down, moving progressively north until his hands gently brushed the seam of her panties.

Eden gasped then, and spasmed a bit. Jared gently replaced her feet to the side and lay down nearly on top of her. His face was just inches from hers, sublime and full of expectation. And for the moment, it was perfect. Without a word, he gently removed her glasses, folded them, and placed them on the coffee table. Smirking a bit, he leaned in and kissed her gently on her lips.

The kiss was the trigger. Starting off deceptively slow, lips against lips, it snowballed into an explosion. Hands slid around Eden’s trunk, legs intertwined as Jared’s lips left hers and moved to her cheek, her ear, her neck, kissing gently and sending waves of electricity down her spine. His hands slid up the back of her shirt, the warm blood in her skin screaming in delight as he kissed and pecked his way down her neckline. Eden found her hands drawn to the buttons on her blouse, shaking as she undid them. And with no small amount of enthusiasm, Jared helped until there was nothing between his mouth and her pert breasts.

The rain pounded the windows, providing a steady rhythm to his movements. Licking from neck to breasts, sucking, rolling nipples with between his finger and thumb, Jared felt rather like a teenager with his parents out of town, making out on the couch. Another kiss and he savored the sensation of her tongue playing along his, her hands tugging at his shirt. Standing, lifting her up gently, Jared and Eden disrobed each other in the dim and found each other again, arms wrapped around each other, lips locked.

With a feminine giggle, Eden broke the embrace and led him back to the couch, where his lips again found her neck. Leaving a trail of kisses down her body, he slowly found his way between her legs and to her aching pussy. It was warm and sweet when he tasted it, first running his tongue over the outer lips, then slipping it inside to taste her sex. Eden moaned while he wrapped his left arm around her leg, his right hand gently slapping and teasing her clit. With a muffled moan, he pressed his face to her again and began greedily licking and sucking her wetness. He slid two fingers slowly into her, curling them forward to place pressure on her G-Spot while his tongue dances across her clit, occasionally slipping down to massage her entire pussy.

Eden never broke eye contact with him, staring down at his hazel eyes staring back at her. She could tell he was smiling and for that, he deserved a little show himself. She winked and blew him a kiss as she cupped and kneaded her breasts, playing with her nipples and slowly rocking beşiktaş escort her hips. It could have been the wine, the rain or the anticipation, but she was enjoying this. She squealed a little in surprise as one of his fingers slipped out of her vagina and pressed itself very slowly into her ass, making her feel like she was going to explode then and there.

It seemed he could go on forever, but after a few very long minutes of licking, stroking and sucking, he withdrew himself from between her legs and began another trail of kisses back up her pelvis, her tummy, her breasts, her neck and her lips. She could still taste herself on his face as he kissed her and whispered…

“Lay back. Relax.”

Eden smiled and did so, resting her head on a throw pillow, watching as Jared took his now throbbing dick in his hand and pressed it to her greedy pussy lips. He slid the tip along her slit, getting it wet with her own sex, sliding the underside along her clitoris, making her ache for it even more before finally slipping it inside, inch by inch, until he was deep inside her with a low, deep moan.

So, he was a moaner. Good to know.

Leaning forward to take full advantage of the leverage of the couch, he began to thrust his cock in and out of her slowly, never quite leaving all the way, keeping himself inside her, his eyes locked on hers, his mouth open slightly like someone trying to maintain control of himself and failing badly.

“Faster.” she hissed. Jared complied, increasing tempo and force, until his dick was slipping along her pussy walls, the head rubbing the sides of her kegels, his tip touching her cervix. Her legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to lean forward and press in deeper, lowering his body so that it was nearly parallel to hers. Taking her wrists in his hands, he pinned her arms above her head and kissed her again, sloppy and wet and intermittent for his thrusting.

As Jared’s thick dick filled her pussy, Eden found herself inching closer to orgasm. Her muscles tensed around him, her back arched, she writhed and wiggled and she sighed deeply as she came. Letting go of her control, she felt wave after wave of warmth flow through her entire body like a swift sunrise after an eternal night. She tried to scream, tried to moan, but only felt Jared press into her, seemingly wanting to be as far inside of her as possible. He hadn’t missed a single stroke while she’d climaxed, maintaining a steady pounding even as she struggled to stay on the couch.

After her aftershocks had ceased, Jared- still inside- whispered to her,

“Are you always this good?”

Jared’s reward was her fingers through his short brown hair and another kiss. He pulled out of her as slowly as he dared, still throbbing and aching to cum for himself. He lay back opposite Eden, breathing heavily and smiling. In a moment she was atop of him, placing her hands on his chest as she lowered herself and her dripping vagina onto his hard shaft. Jared let a deep sigh as Eden giggled and smiled a greedy, predatory smile.

“Why, yes,” she cooed, starting to ride him and placing his hands on her breasts, “I am always this good. And I’m not done with you yet, either.”

Eden slid forward and back, slipping his hard, slick cock in and out of her, rubbing her clitoris along his pelvis and digging nails into his shoulders. The sun had set and the only light came from the candles on the opposite wall, casting supernatural shadows of passion beylikdüzü escort in black and white on the living room walls. Jared slipped his hands from her breasts and slid his palms down her sides, to her thighs, then around to her ass. He followed her movements as she bounded up and down on him slowly, going at her own pace, every moment another quiet heaven as she tightened and released his cock with her pussy. His mouth open now, breathing heavily, he ran his hands up to her shoulders, caressing her back and tracing her tattoo, lifting his head to suck on her hard nipples.

And then, they were both moaning…

A torrent of rain was coming down now, thrashing the windows and threatening to cut the power. Eden’s breathing became erratic as she fought for control of her body, for the will to keep riding up and down and not simply give in to the emotion of the moment, when Jared abruptly stopped her and instructed her to stand. As he stood up, he stepped behind her and pressed his crotch to her ass, wrapping his arms around her waist and began grinding into her.

“I want you from behind. Bend over.”

She immediately did so, hands on the back of the couch, knees on the cushions, ass in the air. And mounting her, Jared ran his hands up and down her back, sticking his hard, glistening dick into her wet waiting separation. With hands on both of her hips, he plowed into her, neither gentle nor timid, and at the end of each motion, and extra thrust at the end to really pound himself into her. His testicles slapped her pussy lips, his hips smacked her ass, his hands pinned her into place and his groaning became choppy.

Eden felt his cockhead swell up inside her and knew he was close and was determined to cum with him. She reached down to rub her clit, her fingernails occasionally slapping his balls. She rolled her head around, pressing back against him, thrusting herself into him, onto him, when she felt her hair being pulled back tight.

Jared reached forward and snagged the majority of her hair in his fist, forcing her head up above the couch, her mouth open, opening her throat for the moan of ecstasy that was coming soon as surely as she was. The wind howled outside, throwing it’s full measure against the windows and as she felt him grunt and release inside her, Eden howled back.

She exploded on his cock just as it exploded inside her, one sticky wet spurt after another, each punctuated with another one of Jared’s thrusts as they came together, deep inside. Her body shook, his body shuddered, and after a long moment, there was silence.

Agonizingly slow, Jared pulled himself from her, turning her and leaning down to kiss her again, deeply, softly. Some things were really better left unsaid, or rather, expressed with a kiss. He could feel her heart beating a mile a minute, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her hair, her delicious red hair tussled. And she could feel his chest, pumping air through grateful lungs, his still-hard dick, quivering in the air. Eden smiled and led him to the bedroom where they both collapsed naked into cool, clean sheets.

Laying on his back Jared awoke a short time later to a mat of red hair on his chest. He reached down to stroke Eden’s face, surprised to find her awake. She looked to him, her eyes sparkling, even louder for the sudden silence as the rainstorm passed and left the night electrified with a new kind of energy. For a moment, regret and doubt, fear and shame were gone and there was only two very happy people. The distance was gone, the past was done and the future… the future would take care of itself. They knew the obstacles and for one night at least, they didn’t care.

“Was it everything I described? Everything I wrote you?” He asked.

And again, his reward was a kiss.

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