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A Reader’s Delight: Sex While Reading

By: AnonymousNin

One

Upon entering college, my mantra was: Why have sex when you can read about it; I would much rather read about Murakami characters fucking than have sex myself.

Now I am not so sure.

The only thing better than reading about sex, is having sex while reading.

Two

In my first semester of college, I made a mistake and signed up for Anthro 100 early in the morning. The class started at nine, aka the college break of dawn..

On the first day, I sat next to this cute knucklehead named Jake.

Jake was a west coast skinny, surfer. He had a tan skin, a sun-freckled face and medium-long blonde hair. His hair wasn’t long enough to tie into a ponytail, but it was long enough to grip.

When I walked to class, Jake would nickel-board past me, turn around, get off his board, and walk with me.

Three

One morning I awoke to the vibration of my phone.

Jake texted me:

“Skipping class Kiko. (short for Akishino) Shame on you. Did you at least have a good time last night? ;)”

(The second part of this text was a joke).

Jake sent me another text

“If you want, you can borrow my notes to copy?”

“Sure!” I replied. “That would be awesome, can I stop by VV (Valley-View Hall) at like 1-ish?”

Four

At one, I arrived at Valley View. Jake let me in the dorm and led me down the hall to his room

Although Jake sometimes acts like a meathead, his room was not the room of a meathead..

Jake’s dorm room was a room dedicated to books.

Not for sleeping, not for watching tv, not for playing video games, not even for doing homework. This room was set up for the pure enjoyment of reading.

All of Jake’s shelves were bookshelves; his floor to ceiling window frames were bookshelves; and his desk was a bookshelf.

There were only two non readable objects: Jake’s nickel-board, and, in the corner— a lone fiddle-leafed fig.

Upon inspection, the spines were sorted alphabetically: Hammett, Hawking, Hawthorne, Hemmingway, Hesse, Hugo…

You can learn all you need to know about a person from their living spaces: the first time I came into Jake”s dorm room, I knew I wanted to have sex with him.

Jake handed me his notes and I left.

Five

In my exit, I opened the front door of Valley View— onto the quad— and hesitated.

“Surely Jake must like me?” I asked. “He noticed me when I was absent..”

“Just go for it,” I rationalized. “What’s the worst that can happen.”

Last second, I stopped the door before it locked me out.

I let myself back into Valley View.

I walked back down the hall to Jake’s room and knocked— my patented jingle— on his door.

“Oh hey, Kiko, it’s you again,” Jake said. “Did I forget to give you something.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that,” I replied. “It’s just. if you ever need a friend to go get coffee with, or something, you should call me.”

Six

That evening— as I read Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying for Freshman Comp— Jake called me.

Jake invited me to get coffee with him tomorrow once classes were over.

Faulker became impenetrable. I gave up, rolled around in bed, and laid there.

Seven

I awoke early canlı bahis şirketleri the next morning; it was already a nice, warm, fall day.

Eventually, my last class ended, and I returned to my dorm room to change for our coffee-date.

I changed from jean short shorts and a white T, into a blue sequined sundress— a dress a cut shorter than I had ever worn.

I looked good in this dress. The blue went well with my warm, Asian, skintone. And the cut of the dress somehow balanced good taste, while showing off my skin.

The sundress had a tasteful sluttiness.

I was shocked when Mom said she would buy this dress for me. This dress was low cut, and made no effort to hide my cleavage— not that I had much to hide— nor my legs.

I think Mom knew what type of dress this was— what it was for.

My tits looked great braless, so I just slid on— matching light blue— panties.

Eight

Arriving at the cafe, in my dress, I found Jake sitting at a table next to a window, paging through a tattered Steinbeck novel.

“Alright Akishino, I whispered. “Don’t mess this up,”

I smoothed my dress, and walked to his table.

Nine

As Jake and I sipped our coffee, our legs and hands inched closer. Neither of us noticed the beginnings of rain.

“Ah man, Kiko,” said Jake. “you wore the wrong outfit today.”

“I know, right?” I replied.

“Hey, if you want Kiko, my dorm is close by, we can watch a movie or something while the rain passes?”

Ten

Jake let me into his little library with a bed. His room had been cleaned since yesterday.

“I only have one chair,” said Jake. Do you mind if we sit on the bed?”

“Are you sure,” I asked, “My dress is wet from the rain.”

“Don’t worry, it was just a sprinkle.”

I sat myself on Jake’s bed. I grabbed the hem of my dress to prevent it from riding up. Jake fetched his laptop off his desk, and sat down next to me.

Jake’s knee touched mine.

“What movie do you want to watch,” Jake asked.

“Actually, I don’t know,” I replied. “Do you have something you want to watch?”

“Um, I mostly read, as you can tell by the state of my room,” Jake said with a laugh. “So I don’t really know what movies are good right now.”

“Yeah, me neither,” I replied. “We should read! I have a book in my purse that I need to read for class anyways— it’s perfect.”

“Awesome!” Josh said with a smile, “I am in the middle of Steinbeck’s East of Eden right now: it is getting so good.”

I jumped to my feet, and went over to get my Faulkner nove out of my pursel.

As I bent over to search for my book, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Jake looking at my legs. My short dress was riding up, revealing the upper echelons of my hamstring.

Jake looked away,

(I may have worn the wrong clothes for rain, but I wore thy right dress for Jake).

I wanted to see that look again. So I bent over, this time pretending to adjust my purse, and I let my dress rise with only the perfunctory effort at modesty.

Eleven

We read together through the pitter patter.

Jake’s knee still touched mine.

Eventually, Jake let one of his hands fall from his book to the space between our thighs.

His knuckles made contact with canlı kaçak iddaa my leg.

We continued on reading, and Jake’s hand grew bolder with each page.

Twelve

Jake’s hand now played with the hem of my dress.

I pretended to read, but the only thing in my mind was the sensation of Jake’s hand.

Finally I could not take it any longer, and I draped my legs over his.

I grabbed Jake’s hand and placed it on the inside of my thigh. Jake gripped my leg in consent. His hand on the inside of my thigh sent chills up my spine. My nipples became erect.

Thirteen

Slowly before my eyes, Faulkner turned into a jumble of lines and dots.

I removed a hand from my book and set it on the inside of Jake’s thigh— and I copied the strokes of his fingers with mine.

Every movement Jake made on the inside of my leg, I traced back on his. Neither of us dared to look up from our novels, afraid that a glance would break the spell.

Fourteen

After following the lead of Jake, I decided to take charge.

My legs still draped over Jake’s, I moved my hand across his jeans.

With a light touch, I began to trace the outlines of his sex.

Through the denim, I could feel him twitch and pulse

Eventually, Jake copied me. His hand slid up my thigh, and began to trace the outer edges of my panties.

Fifteen

We sat there, still pretending to read— at least I was— as our hands molested one another.

Without looking, I unbuttoned Jakes jeans, and slid my hand on him.

Skin to skin, motionless, I could feel Jake throb.

Sixteen

While we read, I began to rub, with my thumb, Jake’s tip.

Returning the favor— through my thin, damp, blue, panties— Jake began to rub me.

Seventeen

With Jake’s touch, I became more sensitive— my panties felt thinner— and I gave up all illusion of reading.

“Keep reading,” I told Jake. “But tell me what feels good.”

I sat my book down on the bed, and layed out on his bed

I placed my mouth on Jake.

My tongue and lips tasted his sex: I licked him; I nibbled him; I dribbled spit on him; and I touched him with my throat.

Jake read.

I traced Jake’s tip with my tongue.

“Yeah, that,” Jake said, turning the page of his book.

I continued to lick Jake here, and tasted his precum.

I felt Jake flex against my tongue; I could now hear him breath, and I began to feel his hips hump my mouth.

Eighteen.

When I removed Jake, spit and precum strung down.

“Keep reading,” I told him.

I stood up, went to my purse, removed a condom, returned, and slipped it on to his sex.

I pushed Jake into a lying posture; his head propped with a pillow; his arms holding his novel above his face.

I slid my panties to the side: I lined Jake up with me; and I slid myself onto him.

It felt good. I began to kiss Jake’s neck, while he turned the page.

I began to move, licking and moaning into Jake’s collarbone. I pulled my dress down revealing my tits. My nipples chafed against him.

“If you stop reading,” I whimpered, “this stops too.”

Jake gave his consent with a moan.

Nineteen

I stopped moving, and rested with just Jake’s tip inside me.

Jake canlı kaçak bahis moved his pelvis, trying to grind his way into me, but I left him here and teased him,

Jake’s hips grew more and more desperate. The friction on just the tip was not enough for him.

Jake’s pelvis was now in a desperate search for mine. I let Jake quiver here, and then I brought him in when he was most desperate to fuck me.

Jake threw East of Eden on the floor and wrapped his arms around me

I held onto him and kissed his neck, ran my fingers through his hair, and moaned into his ear.

Jake rhythmically beat his pelvis into mine.

Jake gripped me and kept me in place as he fucked me

With Jake’s desperate rhythm, I felt myself begin to orgasm.

.

There was no escape, I could not get out of Jake’s adamant grip— not that I wanted to. I quivered on his rhythmic beating,

I whimpered.

It was too much for me: the feeling of being fucked after being teased for so long.

I was now a mess of whimpering and shaking

Jake loosened his grip on me, and I pulled him out.

“What did I say Jake, you stopped reading.”

“Oh come on, really?”

“Really?”

I kissed Jake’s neck again, and rubbed my wetness along his length.

“Good try though,” I said. “I thought you were going to be able to cum while ignoring me.”

“I was so close Kiko,” Jake said.

Jake began to squeeze and play with my nipples.

“That feels good,” I said.

Jake played with me, his sex humping and sliding along me.

“Please?” Jake asked.

“Maybe you will do better next time.” I said.

With a kiss on the lips, I stood from the bed, walked into his bathroom, adjusted my dress and panties in the mirror, and when I came out— Jake was lying on his bed masturbating.

Jake’s pelvis humped the sky,

I opened Jake’s door, and left him there— in his little library with a bed— to think about me and masturbate.

Twenty

In our next Anthro lecture, I gave Jake his notes back.

Halfway through the class, I grabbed Jake’s hand and put it on the inside of my thigh.

After class Jake and I went straight to his dorm to read. This time he ignored me and orgasmed.

Twenty-one

For the rest of the semester, Jake and I would text each other and ask if the other person was down to read.

Often we met late at night. I bought Jake some candles and a reading lamp to put by his bed to reduce the eye strain while we fucked.

Twenty-two

It was a fifty-fifty proposition whether Jake focused on his book and orgasmed

.

Eventually, Jake failed to focus on his book so many times in a row, I began to let him masturbate while he played with my tits.

(To this day, I masturbate picturing Jake breathing heavily— stroking himself).

Twenty-three

College is weird. If I had never missed class that morning, I would have never stopped by Jake’s dorm,

I would have never summoned the courage to give him my phone number, never went on a coffee-date with him, and we would have never started to read-fuck every day after class.

One thing leads to another, and in college, it is usually fucking.

Twenty-four

On a final note, one time Jake looked away from his book as he started to orgasm.

I had the self control to pull him out of me.

I grabbed his hands and made him fail-orgasm all over himself.

Jake was so mad.

(I still masturbate to this memory too).

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Marie cursed as she struggled to get in through her front door. Her bags of shopping somehow conspiring against her, one of them snagging on the frame, ripping open and spilling its contents onto the doorstep. It had been a bad day for her, but nothing more than was expected at the end of a bad week.

The message light flashed on her answer phone as she entered the kitchen, the display showed 4 new messages. Unceremoniously Marie dumped the bags on the kitchen work surface and reluctantly played back the tape, dreading what she would hear. A sickness set in her stomach as the machine rewound then started,

‘You have 4 new messages, first new message’ it stated, and then HIS voice spoke

‘Hi babe, its me, again. Look, I’m really sorry, I love you more than anything, it was a stupid mistake. C’mon, it’s been a week now, at least acknowledge my calls, and let’s talk. She was nothing to me. We got carried away, please Marie, I’m begging you, just call me, please’

‘No way’, she said out loud, even though there was no one to hear.

‘No fucking way’ she said again, enjoying the desperateness in HIS voice. He was gone for good as far as she was concerned.

‘Cheating little fucker’ she thought to herself as the machine continued to play back.

The next message was also HIM, so she skipped it, quickly moving on to message three, her Mum, confirming details for the visit on Sunday, and finally, message four, her best friend Kate,

‘Hi hon, how are you? Me and the girls are heading out tonight for a few drinks. We’d love to see you if you’re feeling up to it, call me’. This brought a smile to Marie’s face, but a night out was not what she needed right now. Picking up the phone she called Kate, but got straight to her answer service,

‘Hi Kate its Marie, thanks for the invite, but I’m just gonna curl up in front of the TV tonight. Maybe we can do lunch tomorrow? Have a good one tonight, give my love to the girls and I’ll call you tomorrow, I’m unplugging the phone tonight, that Bastards been calling again. Take care hon’, and as she hung up, she leant down and pulled the phone wire form its socket. It was gonna be a quiet night in, just her, a good video and a bottle of wine.

After preparing and eating dinner, Marie went up stairs, illegal bahis took a long hot bath and dressed in her pyjamas, then came back down, opened her newly purchased wine and sat down on the sofa. As she took poured her first glass, she reflected on the last seven days. Coming early last Friday afternoon to find her boyfriend screwing some 18-year-old hussy.

‘Bastard’ she thought to herself again, turning the TV on the see what was showing. Nothing took her fancy, so she leaned forward and grabbed a video. It was the blank one that she used to record all her favourite shows during the week. Deciding that she’d catch up with them all, she inserted it into the player, sat back and pressed play.

The shows ran for 2 hours, by which time the bottle of wine she’d started was almost finished. As the credits on her last show started to roll, the screen flickered, and on the screen came a familiar face, it was HIM, and he was naked.

Slightly sleepy from the wine and a long hard week, it took Marie a while to focus, but it soon became clear that this wasn’t one of the videos she and HIM had made, it was HIM and HER!!

He was lying on their bed, naked with his cock hard and erect, with HER kneeling in front of him, HER mouth engulfing HIS penis. Marie suddenly found herself too drunk to be shocked or sickened, instead she was curious. Curious to see what SHE had, what SHE did that was better than her, what it was that led HIM to cheat.

As the images continued on the screen, Marie found herself becoming aroused, her nipples becoming hard. She reached up, under her PJ top and gently stroked herself, her thumb and forefinger idly pinching her nipples. She watched on the screen as SHE laid on her back with HER legs spread, and HIM going down on HER. Marie thought back to the days when HE went down on her, how his tongue always knew where to tease, probe and excite. Marie’s other hand slipped down between her legs, gently pressing on and into her pussy through her PJ bottoms. Her legs started to spread a little wider. She closed her eyes, listening only to the heavy breathing and moaning coming from the TV set. She started to massage her clit through her PJs, enjoying the smooth sensation of the soft material rubbing against her, she could feel herself getting wetter, remembering illegal bahis siteleri how long it had been since her last sexual satisfaction.

As her hand slipped inside her bottoms, and fingers made contact with her wet hole, her fantasy was interrupted by a knock on the door. HIS voice followed,

‘Marie, honey. Please speak to me, I know you’re there, I can see the light of the TV, lets just talk this through’. Marie paused for a second, she thought to herself, however much she hated HIM, right now, HE was all she wanted.

She switched off the TV and composed herself, approaching the door nervously, feeling incredibly horny. Opening it, HE stood there, looking scruffy. Ripped jeans, tatty t-shirt and old battered All Stars.

‘Oh Marie’ he started ‘thank you, look lets ta….’ Before HE had a chance to finish she pulled HIM inside, reached up to HIS head and pulled HIS face to her level and kissed HIM deeply. He responded in kind, not quite sure what she was up to. HE thought she hated HIM, but was more than happy to go along wit her wishes.

Marie hurried HIM over to the sofa, and sat down, pulling HIM on top of her, so that HE straddled her. She reached up and pushed HIS t-shirt off over HIS head. She could feel HIS heat, as HE leant down and started to kiss her neck. Her pussy was aching for HIM. She didn’t want the foreplay, she’d done that before HE arrived. She unbuckled HIS belt and pushed him off her. HE stood before her and dropped HIS trousers and underwear, HIS cock stood out, right in front of her. She couldn’t resist taking HIM in to her mouth. Sucking hard on HIM, sliding her lips as far as long HIS penis as she could manage, before drawing back and doing it again. She felt HIS hands on the back of her head, they slid down to around her neck exciting her even further.

She released HIS cock from her mouth and leant back on the sofa, pulling off her top, then her bottoms, before spreading her legs, her soft hot wet pussy fully exposed. HE kneeled down before her, knowing exactly what she wanted, what they’d done hundreds of times before. HE placed the tip of HIS tongue against her clit and waves of excitement shot through her. HE continued to caress her clitoris, alternating between circular motions and flicking it. She gasped as canlı bahis siteleri HE worked HIS magic.

‘Fuck me’ she cried,

‘I want you to fuck me hard’. She didn’t want to make love, she wanted to be screwed. Screwed by this bastard that had cheated on her – she didn’t know why, but she wanted HIM inside her. HE rose up a little, positioning HIS thick cock against her well lubricated pussy and entered her. She could feel every inch of it sliding into her, pushing her wet lips aside.

HE started to pump into her. HIS hands holding her hips, pulling her towards HIM as HE powered into her pussy. She loved the feeling of being screwed, feeling HIS cock pounding in and out of her. Every time HE buried HIMself into her up t o the hilt, she felt HIS pubic bone press against her clit. HE pushed deep into her, making short stabs. Keeping HIMself pressed hard up against her, gyrating against her. Her breathing became heavier as HE built her orgasm. She felt HIM harden inside her, she knew HE was close. The waves of ecstasy started to flow though her body, she felt her pussy start to spasm, gripping HIS cock as unloaded deep into her. She gasped as her orgasm took a full hold of her body, her legs involuntarily wrapping themselves around HIM. Her thighs gripping onto HIS waist, forcing every last inch of HIS cock deep inside her. Her head spinning, feeling light.

She relaxed her grip of HIM, dropping her legs to the ground, lying back on the sofa feeling totally satisfied. It was the best orgasm she’d ever had. Total ecstasy washed over her. HE pulled out from her. Sitting back on the floor.

After a few minutes, she got up and left the room. She sat in the bathroom, confused as to how the man she once loved, but now hated so much had just given her the best orgasm ever. Was it the frustration? Was there still something there? Who knows, but now the lust had passed, she was back to hating HIM. Returning to the living room, she found HIM dressed.

‘So, are we like, OK?’ HE asked hopefully

‘No’ she replied, ‘I want you out’, and opened the door for HIM

‘But’ HE protested ‘what the hell happened just then?’

‘Goodbye’ she replied. HIS further protests and questions were ignored, so eventually HE stood up, headed for the door and left the house.

As she shut the door behind HIM, she smirked to herself, reached for her mobile and started a new message,

‘Give it another week, maybe we’ll say goodbye again x’ she typed, scanned down for HIS number and pressed send.

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THE KNOCK CAUGHT me by surprise. The clock on the television showed the time at half-past midnight; it was late for someone to be at the door. I hadn’t ordered room-service but perhaps it was just someone who’d mistaken my room for theirs? It would be an easy mistake to make given the hotel had seven floors.

“Mizuki?” It was the one who didn’t speak English standing in the corridor.

She smiled at me and tilted her head to one side; her brown eyes widened as though questioning me. I got the message and stood back to let her in. The girl squeezed past me and into the room beyond. I saw her glance at the double bed — still pristine from the maid’s attentions before I’d checked in. My suit bag hung on the rail in the small, open-fronted wardrobe, my tie was draped across the back of the chair, but other than those two items, the room was typically, depressingly standard.

“Mizuki…?” I spread my arms in question. It was futile trying to talk to her; I didn’t know a word of Japanese. “What…?”

The pretty girl’s pink tongue ran across her lips as she mentally inventoried the furniture. I didn’t know if she meant it as a provocative act, but if it was, it worked. She was still dressed as I’d seen her in the bar, in what looked to be a man’s white shirt, a ruffled skirt — which only nodded towards decency — a broad leather belt, and a pair of black … stockings. I’d been caught eyeing the two inches of thigh visible between stocking top and hem already that evening but I took another look now. The combined effect of Mizuki’s pink tongue and her clothing unsettled me. I felt a slide of desire in the pit of my stomach and my cock jerked a little inside my jeans.

She just smiled at me. I had no idea what was going on in the girl’s head. Without Natsumi, Mizuki’s friend, we had no interpreter. Natsumi had been the one to ask, in faltering English, if the two women could sit in the same alcove I’d occupied in the bar earlier. The place was thronged, and the only seats left were the ones where I sat alone.

“We sit here please?” Natsumi had asked while her cute friend clasped her drink and stood by.

I glanced at the speaker, looked to her friend, looked back to Natsumi and said, “Sure. Here, sit down.” And then took another long look at Mizuki.

The girls were part of a tour group seeing England by coach. They were excited at the prospect of visiting the city of York the next day. For the next two hours we sat in the alcove and, between drinks, told our respective stories. It was an interesting evening, but difficult. The girl I fancied wasn’t the one who spoke English. I thought it would’ve been bad manners to show more interest in Mizuki than I showed Natsumi; especially since all the conversation had to pass through her.

“What do you want, Mizuki?” I asked. “How did you find my room?”

I knew the answer to the second question. I recalled that when Natsumi had excused herself and left us to visit the toilet Mizuki had picked up my key fob and examined it. She’d said something to me in Japanese and given me that perfect-toothed smile. I’d had no clue as to what she’d said, and we were rejoined by Natsumi very soon after, but that must have been when she’d noted my room number.

What was the answer to the first question? I was about to find out.

The girl put her hands on her hips and fixed me with a fierce stare. She sighed, exasperated, and then let loose a string of words I didn’t understand. She sounded angry at me and I wondered what the hell I’d done to offend her. I shrugged and shook my head. The girl flung the small shoulder bag she carried onto the bed and chattered again. She looked at me as though I was stupid — and I admit I did feel a little thick.

The door was still at my back; I hadn’t moved since Mizuki had slid past me. I calculated a retreat. Was she a crazy woman? Scenarios played out in my head. Things could get very awkward if this all went wrong. I actually took a pace backwards when Mizuki moved towards me.

“I think you should go. It’s late and—”

As the girl took a step nearer she began to unbuckle the belt around her narrow waist. I heard the buckle hit the carpeted floor with a clink. Then, with her almond-shaped eyes locked with mine, Mizuki pulled the shirt from the waistband of her skirt and began to unbutton it from the top button down.

I swallowed …hard. My penis realised her intentions long before my brain. I was dimly aware of the ache in my cock, but I was too entranced by the sight of this beautiful Japanese girl slowly stripping in front of me. A foot or so from me, she paused. The girl hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the skirt …

She stepped out of the skirt; her shirt gaped and I bahis firmaları could see Mizuki’s flat stomach and a thatch of straight, black hair, neatly trimmed, lower down. My cock grew insistent and I gulped again. She murmured something in her own language and made a hand gesture and pulled a face that seemed to ask for my opinion.

“Beautiful,” I whispered. “Very beautiful.” I nodded to emphasise the point and let my gaze linger over those exquisite bits of her I could see. The stockings she wore to mid-thigh heightened the eroticism of this unexpected encounter. When I looked into her eyes they twinkled with pleasure and the girl smiled.

She moved closer and pressed her long body against me. In her heels Mizuki was only an inch or two shorter, and when she tilted her face upwards to offer her mouth I reacted at last and kissed her shining lips.

Desire exploded between us. In a frenzy of hot kisses and swirling tongues, I lifted her off her feet and, with her legs clamped around my waist, carried her towards the bed. I stood at the foot of the bed and we kissed for long seconds. Her arms were around my neck, her legs around my middle, and I took her slight weight in the palms of my hands. Her arse felt firm and I felt her arousal with the tips of my fingers when I hefted her into a more comfortable position in my arms. I growled into her mouth and slid the tip of a forefinger into her opening.

Mizuki moaned and broke the kiss. She jumped down from my embrace and fumbled at my belt and jeans. During the time it took her to unbuckle me and for me to struggle out of the denim leggings, Mizuki muttered in Japanese. She let out a small cry when my erection popped into view, and then nodded and grinned as she sat on the edge of the bed and reached for me.

Now it was my turn to moan when her slim fingers clamped tight around my girth. A few quick strokes with her fist and I felt I’d burst. To heighten my panic, Mizuki leaned forward and, with my cock in her hand, took the tip of my penis between her lips. Again I groaned and pushed my fingers into her straight, black hair. I fucked into the girl’s mouth; she’d ignited my lust and I wanted her with an urgency I’d not felt in years.

Mizuki let my cock spring from her mouth with a wet, audible pop. She grinned up at me and then shuffled her backside along the bedcover. Lying back, she opened her legs and revealed herself.

“Fuck, Mizuki,” I moaned when I saw the goo trickling from her. I tugged at my cock, my eyes wide and staring — I was hungry for her.

Mizuki giggled and waggled her tongue at me. She pointed to her sex and I knew instantly what she wanted.

I dropped to my knees and hooked my arms under the girl’s knees. I hauled her closer to me and leaned in to take a first, long lick at her slit. She squealed as I teased her opening with the tip of my tongue. Then, when I dabbed at her clitoris, I heard her give a long sigh of pleasure and she gabbled at me in Japanese.

Licking her was divine. Arousal slid from her in a steady trickle while I lapped at her like a thirsty dog at a water bowl. I knew without words when I was doing things right. Mizuki’s sighs, moans, and sometimes shrieks of pleasure were my yardstick; I was determined to give this girl a good time.

I noticed she especially enjoyed the expeditionary probing with my tongue down towards the cleft of her arse. She blurted in surprise but didn’t resist when, in a quick move, I rolled her over onto her front. Mizuki lifted herself onto her elbows and surveyed me over her shoulder. I gazed at the superb twin mounds of her buttocks and then parted the globes to reveal the smudge of her anus. Her eyes widened when my intention became clear to her. “I’m going to lick your sphincter…”

Mizuki groaned and thrust back on my face when I kept my word. She lifted her hips from the bed and I slid my tongue over her body. I devoured her bubbling, scarlet cunt and then squirmed my tongue into her anus as far as I could reach. During the onslaught, I pushed first one, and then a second finger inside her soaking cleft. I curled the digits and fingered where I hoped her G-spot would be.

It worked. The attack sent Mizuki over the edge and she thrashed and groaned in climax. Despite her squirming and bucking I kept my mouth tight against her, but matched my attention to her tapering orgasm.

Eventually, temporarily sated, Mizuki lay panting and face-down on the bed. I stood at its foot and watched her. She rolled onto her back and then sat up. Mizuki gestured at me to take off my tee-shirt, as she then slid her shirt over her shoulders.

Her high, round breasts excited me. They suited her lithe, athletic frame perfectly. I growled and clambered kaçak iddaa onto the bed next to her; she giggled when I suckled at her pebble-sized nipples.

She let out a cry when I pushed her onto her back and pushed her legs apart. I don’t know what she thought I was about to do but she became very agitated. Mizuki shook her head vehemently and cupped a hand over her pubis.

Damn, I thought. She’s got me all dressed up with no place to go. I held my erection in my fist. “And what am I meant to do with this?”

Mizuki giggled; I didn’t see the funny side at that point, but the girl squirmed around and grabbed her handbag. She undid the catch and reached inside. Grinning she brought out two items. I was relieved to see one of them one was a square, foil packet. A condom! So that was why she’d objected? She thought I was just going to fuck into her bareback. I smiled at her and nodded with enthusiasm. “Give it to me. I’ll put it on.”

And then Mizuki really surprised me.

I ripped open the packet and rolled the johnny over my erection. Then, before turning onto her front, Mizuki passed me the second item from her bag. It was a small tube of lube. “I don’t think we need this, girl,” I said and held the thing up. “You’re plenty wet enough down there.” Mizuki gabbled at me and pulled a face. She could see by my gormless expression that I hadn’t a clue. She sighed and reached behind herself with both hands. It was then the penny dropped. “Fucking hell!” I blurted. “… You mean?”

Mizuki slid the tip of a middle finger into her sphincter and murmured to me.

With shaking hands I squirted a blob of the gooey stuff onto the stain of her arsehole. Mizuki spread the stuff around. She muttered to me again and held herself wide open. With a lingering look at her long legs in those black leggings she wore, I wriggled forwards on my knees and held myself over her body. With one hand on the bed to steady me I guided my cock-head towards that place. “You sure?” I muttered. “You want it in your arse?”

The girl snarled and I took that to mean: “Stop fucking about and fuck my dirty hole.”

So I did.

Mizuki moaned when I nudged against her body. I felt the resistance of her tight ring as it tried to repel my invasion, but with a little more force I felt it give suddenly. The head of my cock penetrated her dirty hole and caused Mizuki to groan. She let go of her arse cheeks now that I was part way inside her and, as she pushed her hips up to me, hefted herself onto her elbows and craned her neck to look back at me.

I saw wild-eyed excitement in her eyes. She muttered to me and jerked her hips quickly and I took this as a signal to slide in deeper. The girl let out another long, low groan as my pubis touched her round buttocks. Her head slumped forward; with her long, black hair spreading across the coverlet. I saw her fingers claw into the soft duvet; it was as though Mizuki was fighting to get away from me but in reality she wanted me deeper inside her anus. She thrust back at me urgently, using the bed as support as she pushed against it with her hands.

The shape of her body; the curve of her spine; her narrow waist and wide hips, and her groaning spurred me to action. The room was suddenly filed with the sounds of slapping flesh as I fucked into Mizuki and our bodies collided in a steady rhythm.

Mizuki began to pant and mewl more urgently. I sensed she was close to another climax. The reason became apparent when I noticed through my own clouded perception that one of her arms was beneath her writhing body. I only assumed she was rubbing her clit to elicit a second orgasm.

It wasn’t long in coming. I had to pull out of the girl’s body to stop myself from squirting into the condom. I didn’t want this to end just yet; I wanted to savour this delicious girl for as long as I could. She’d arrived out of the blue, and I wasn’t going to let a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this slip by too fast. I had no idea what was to follow in the coming days, but at that time I was eager to make the most of it.

Mizuki spoke to me in rapid Japanese. She moved from the bed quickly and grabbed my arm to drag me along with her. I watched bemused, my sheathed cock waggling in front of me, as the girl arranged furniture. She hauled a chair to a position in front of the long mirror bolted to the wall. Mizuki pointed to the chair with a red-tipped finger. I understood her meaning, and sat.

Next, facing the mirror, she straddled my thighs and reached between her legs to hold my cock upright. After a moment’s fumbling she sank down onto my erection, taking it deep into her anus in one, long slide.

I felt twin stings like insect bites on my upper thighs. The girl kaçak bahis had lifted her feet and, still with those shoes on, stabbed her heels into my flesh. I’d have two scars, one on each leg, for life, a reminder of that night, but at the time the pain was insignificant as the picture in the mirror displaced all thought of physical discomfort.

Mizuki had angled the chair perfectly. From my position beneath her I could clearly see the girth of my cock stretching her arsehole. Immediately above our conjunction was Mizuki’s scarlet slit, gaping and wet, with the tuft of pubic hair at the top. I reached around with my free arm and rubbed her clitoris. The girl grunted and wriggled a little when I fingered her sex. Again she burbled something incoherent to my ears and I glanced up at her reflection. I’d never seen an expression like the one on her face. She had that glazed-eyed, slack-jawed look that told me she was lost in a world of sensations. Mizuki moaned and fell back against me. She was a tall girl, but slightly built and her weight was nothing to me as she slumped across my torso.

Then, since the only stimulation for me was the visual in the mirror, I left Mizuki’s cunt alone and took her narrow waist in both hands. Like this I could manipulate the girl at will and was soon using her arse for my own, selfish pleasure as I forced her up and down on my shaft.

Mizuki went berserk. I was fascinated by her facial expressions as we fucked. She moaned and groaned and sighed and jabbered while my cock reamed her anus and she rubbed at her hot sex roughly. She came again, slicing her heels down my legs as she thrashed wildly.

I jumped up at the pain and almost tipped Mizuki, still groaning, onto the carpet. The girl clambered onto the bed with the urgency of someone climbing into a lifeboat on a sinking ship. She lay on her side, rump offered to me, and looked back over her shoulder. One hand held her buttocks apart in invitation and I moved quickly to spoon behind her. I pushed my cock into her and stabbed urgently again and again.

My climax surged through me. I felt the rush begin and knew I was seconds away. Still pounding Mizuki’s abused sphincter, I grabbed her roughly and forced her face around to mine. I kissed her, hard, and let the sensations wash over me. Mizuki grunted into my mouth and struggled against my grip, but I remained relentless, selfish in the great swirling pleasure as my seed spurted into the sheath around my cock.

I woke up and saw the time was nearly four in the morning. Mizuki had gone. I remembered holding the condom against my cock as I slid out of the girl’s arse. I’d wrapped the thing in toilet paper and managed to flush it away. Then, all I can recall was the sting in my thighs and the lovely Japanese girl snuggling against me as we drifted to sleep in darkness. My cock twitched with renewed interest when I recalled the image of Mizuki’s anus stretched around my cock in the mirror. Deciding to leave it alone, I rolled onto my side and searched for sleep. The alarm eventually went off at six-thirty. I showered, dressed, packed my few belongings and went down to breakfast. I didn’t see either Mizuki or her friend, Natsumi in the dining room, and so went out to the car park behind the hotel to prepare for the day.

The Japanese tour groups are a well-disciplined lot and my passengers arrived promptly at eight-thirty. Mizuki winked at me as she climbed the steps at the front of the coach; her friend however treated me to a scathing look. That was all I needed, Natsumi reporting me to my bosses for fucking her friend’s arse.

It wasn’t until she snuck back to the bus after I’d dropped the party in York that Natsumi put my mind at rest. There I was, all nice and comfy stretched out on the back seat catching up on lost sleep when I heard a knocking at the door.

“Mizuki tell me what she do last night, Mr Ralph,” she said when I let her on board. “She tell me what you do to her. She say it very good fucking.”

The girl stared at me for a long moment. Uh-oh, I thought. Here it comes…

“Tonight it my turn. I very angry at Mizuki for not bringing me too. Tonight you fuck me. Not in ass, in pussy. She have boyfriend. She think that pussy is for he, but ass is OK for you to fuck. I no have boyfriend. You fuck my pussy. Fuck it good.”

Flabbergasted I gaped at Natsumi like a landed fish. She grinned at me and I began to notice, more about her. I’d decided that Mizuki was the cuter of the two, and she was, but I’d been blinded by Mizuki’s obvious charms, whereas Natsumi was more subtle. I saw the swell of her considerable chest under her sweater; her eyes were pretty beneath the glasses she wore…

I nodded and grinned. After clearing my throat I replied: “OK. See you n the hotel bar…”

Natsumi clambered off the bus. The door hissed shut behind her and I was left alone with my thoughts. Five more nights with this group. It was going to be interesting!

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This is part 3 of Merna’s story which is the final day at the races. You really need to read part 1 and 2 first.

Edited by DRGRIFFIN

The missing boys return

Sometime early Sunday morning; I was awakened by the sound of 4 drunken men coming into our camp.

The three girls sat up as Jerome was putting on his trunks.

“Let me see what is happening,” Jerome instructed. “Leave the lights off and stay quiet.”

I recognized Jake’s voice. I thought I needed to confront him.

“Let Jerome handle this,” stated LaTonia emphatically. “He is very good in these situation. He will get you if he needs.”

No matter that I knew LaTonia was right, I wanted to go yell at the SOB. But I knew that Jerome would have my back. In about 15 minutes Jerome returned.

“Ok girls here is the story,” Jerome started. “We were right that the 4 guys left Rose to go with the 4 young girls. They are strip dancers from a club called Sammy’s in Birmingham. They are all very drunk. Tom and Ed are passed out in their tent. Rose, Jeff seems to be very sorry for leaving you, wanting to try again. Rose it is strictly up to you; you are welcomed to stay with us, we will take you home, and you can tell the bastard to get lost. I do think he is regretful.”

Jerome waited for Rose to think about it. “I am not optimistic but think I want to give him one more chance,” Rose said. “So I think I will take your advice.”

“Good,” Jerome smiled. “He is waiting for you in your tent. Grab a tee shirt.”

“I think this may be one of the few good times I prefer to be covered,” Rose smiled. “Thanks for helping me gain a little more confidence. I really do have more to offer than I was giving myself credit for but last night helped me see that.”

Rose hugged LaTonia. She was so short her head fit between LaTonia’s massive boobs. You could only see the back of her head. She then hugged me. As she released me she kissed each of my nipples murmuring “beautiful”.

She hugged Jerome. “Thank you so much Mister Jerome.” Rose’s head was barely higher than the giant’s belly button.

“If you need any thing just yell,” Jerome said. “You are not alone but be strong!”

So Rose grabbed a tee shirt, put it on, and left. As she was walking out I realized that that was the most clothes I had seen her wear.

“Merna, Jake is a different story,” Jerome said with anger in his voice. “He first insisted that LaTonia come spend the night with him. He said that was the deal. I said he voided any deal leaving the way he did. I told him that it was LaTonia’s decision but if he entered this tent he would leave the campgrounds in an ambulance. I think he knew LaTonia’s answer so he said he wanted Merna tonight. He muttered something about needing to fuck. I really wanted to deck him. I agreed to convey to Merna what he wanted but it would be Merna’s decision. Merna this is strictly up to you. LaTonia and I do these type things because we find them fun. I have no concern about anything except what is best for you.”

We took a few minutes to absorb what had happened. It seemed that LaTonia and I looked at each other knowing what the other was thinking.

“LaTonia, turn the lantern up a little,” I instructed. “I want to make sure the bastard sees our answer.” LaTonia and I looked in the direction of Jake’s pop up, seeing him sitting on the bed looking into Jerome’s tent. LaTonia turned the lantern light up as I pulled down Jerome’s trunks.

I knelt before Jerome, licking his dick up and down its length. LaTonia reached through his legs lightly massaging his testicle while kissing his butt. I then took his rapidly hardening manhood into my mouth. I wanted Jake to hear my answer so I sucked as loud and wet as I could. Once Jerome was fully erect, LaTonia and I had him lay down. I straddled him pausing above that big dick with both feet on the floor, the Asian position. LaTonia straddled his head facing me. As I lowered my pussy on his massive dick, I glared in Jake’s direction.

“You think he has my answer?” I asked LaTonia.

“No doubt!”

It was much easier to take him all the way this time just not with one thrust like LaTonia. But I bucked and bucked on that hard dick with LaTonia kneading my sensitive tits. She would also lean forward, kiss and nip my nipples with her teeth. I was having continuous orgasms. I did not want to give up my position but knew that LaTonia also wanted to give an answer to Jake.

“LaTonia, are you ready to give your answer?” I asked. She knew exactly what to do. We moved to swap places. Before I knelt over Jerome’s face she reached down with her hand to my pussy, touching the same place Officer Malone had touched. For the second time I squirted. This time into LaTonia’s hand.

“Damn!” LaTonia exclaimed. “Did you see that Jerome?”

“Yes, I have for the second time!” Jerome said in disbelief.

LaTonia bent over with her ass pointing directly at Jakes’ tent.

“I want him to get my answer load and clear.” She took my slick discharge, canlı bahis şirketleri rubbed it into her ass hole saying, “Kiss my ass.” She then slapped her right butt cheek, making her cheeks ripple like Jell-O.

She knelt facing away form me in a reverse cowgirl, lining up her ass hole that was now slippery with white slut juices. As the tip of Jerome’s penis was beginning to penetrate into the anal canal, she dropped all the way on Jerome’s crotch. I could not believe how easily she had taken his big penis into her ass hole. She moaned with pleasure. Her ass looked like it was a part of Jerome. You could hardly tell where Jerome ended and LaTonia started. Her ass cheeks overflowed both sides of Jerome’s hips, starting at his belly button. It was something to see.

She first started making small movements up and down with 2 inches of his penis visible as she rose up. Jerome was now beginning to use his tongue to stimulate me to further pleasure. LaTonia was making a rhythmic movement that was both up and down and side to side, kind of a figure 8. Now she was taking larger strokes with about 4 inches of penis visible with each up stroke. Jerome gently manipulated my sensitive clit with his long tongue. It was so stimulating to have this giant of a man delicately playing with my most private part with his tongue while seeing his dick work in and out this beautiful black ass hole. LaTonia increased the stroke so that she was getting the entire shaft out with only the head staying hidden in her butt hole. I knew Jerome could not last long and I wanted him to see this sexy sight. So begrudgingly I took my crotch off his face, laying his head between my spread leg, resting his head on my soft stomach and pussy. This way he could see what LaTonia was doing. Selfishly I left my boobs where he could suck one if he wanted. Jerome alternated between licking the bottom my tits and watching LaTonia. She now had both hand between her legs in front, working her arms up and down. I was sure she was in bliss. Jerome shouted pumping LaTonia’s asshole full of goop. LaTonia moaned with pleasure. This orgasm for both of them seemed to last minutes.

No one moved for some time savoring the moment. I looked over seeing that Jake had turned off his light. LaTonia and Jerome simultaneously rolled on their side keeping Jerome’s dick in her butt. I got them pillows for their heads, turned the lantern light down so they could stay like that. I lay behind Jerome with my boobs resting against his back and crotch touching his butt. We slept like until about 10 the next morning.

Do we go to the races

People talking awakened me. Jerome put on his swim trunks to exit the tent. I followed him putting on my Baby Doll, where it lay on the ground from the night before. LaTonya followed putting on Jerome’s shirt. We found Rose and Jeff talking and eating breakfast.

“We brought breakfast,” Rose beamed. So we sat around the table with sausage biscuits and coffee.

“I want to first apologize for my action yesterday,” Jeff started. “I made a big mistake leaving Rose alone. I really cannot make any excuses. I was drunk and influenced by the other guys but what I did was inexcusable. Mostly, as Rose and I talked this morning I have not treated her as she desires. Rose is a fantastic person, I have to do better by her.”

“I am so sorry Rose,” Jeff apologized.

“I understand,” Rose said with not a lot of commitment. “We will see what happens.”

“Rose told me how good you were to her last night, it helped her to be around you three,” Jeff said. “Thank you.”

Jerome looked at LaTonia and I saying, “We love her, support whatever Rose wants. Last night was more than us being nice to Rose. Rose was a part of us and always well be. Right girls?”

“Right!” LaTonia and I chimed in.

“Jeff, you need to understand that Rose is a beautiful flower that should be adored not stomped on,” Jerome declared.

“I understand,” Jeff said with seemed like conviction. “Jake, Tom and Ed packed up, leaving early this morning. Jake left Merna this letter.”

“Dear Merna, I got your answer last night loud and clear. I know that I have made mistakes almost everyday since we married. I am afraid this is simply my character, never able to commit to anyone. I will arrange the divorce I am sure you want. You will be better off with someone else. You desire better. I took the car and camper, as Jeff said he would take you to your house. And I mean the house is yours. About yesterday, all I can say is I am sorry but I would probably do it again.”

I thought for a minute; realized that I felt relief. I have wanted to be rid of him for so long. “Well guys,” I said gleefully, “I am now a free women. I have a new attitude about life, I think life is going to be a lot more fun from now that I am free of the ball I have pulled around for 15 year.”

LaTonia and Rose hugged me with enthusiasm.

“Thanks for being my friends,” I said as I was being hugged. “I want to finish my weekend honoring canlı kaçak iddaa the deal made for me. I committed to this weekend not knowing exactly what to expect but I am not sure it could have worked out better for me. So if Mister Jerome would tell me what to do today we will finish this in style.”

“Absolutely!” Jerome said laughingly. “But don’t think I am going to take it easy on you.”

LaTonia playfully slapped Jerome on the shoulder saying, “You be nice to my BFF. Although I think she likes a challenge so do your worst big boy. I think she can handle it.”

“Rose what would you like to do?” Jeff asked. “We can go home if you wish.”

“I want to go to the race with my friends,” Rose said.

“Fine by me,” Jeff exclaimed.

“Let’s all get a quick shower,” Jerome instructed. “I will show you two girls your outfits for the day.”

We all went to the showers and did something unique. LaTonia and I were dressed appropriately, my Baby Doll covered my nipples and pussy, LaTonia wearing Jerome’s tee shirt covered her nipples although you could see hard nubs in the material but it was long enough to cover below her crotch. We remembered towels. We only took showers with no horseplay. There were a couple of guys with one woman we did not know in the shower already. No one tried anything but it was nonetheless sensual. Although not aroused this time, I did start thinking about my next opportunity to get laid.

As we got back to the tent Jerome instructed LaTonia to lavish me with sunscreen. LaTonia spent a lot of time spreading it everywhere. She particularly made sure my tits, ass, and crotch did not get burned. They understood now how red heads are in the sun.

“I also don’t want to get too much sun on my tits,” LaTonia said. “I want to keep my tits and crotch this nice milk chocolate color.”

So I spread sunscreen on this sexy beauty everywhere but her legs. This weekend had confirmed how much I loved men, needed sex in my life but this was so sensual to be this intimate with someone I loved, even a female. I had to get laid before we left but could not think of where. The race was starting in a couple of hours but it would take that long to go through the security line. Maybe Officer Malone would be there, wouldn’t that be great. As I finished LaTonia, Jerome had our outfit displayed. They were almost the same except different sizes.

He had picked out my one bikini, white with one alteration. There was now no material on the back of the bottoms. When I put on the bottoms the string just slipped in my ass cheeks with no sign it was there. The crotch was covered but somehow it seemed to show more area below my navel. I did not remember it striking only 2 inches above my pussy lips. The bikini top looked unaltered but it was skimpy all along. The bathing suit cover was a florescent green material that started about where the bikini started at the top and ended 2 inches below my crotch. It did provide some cover in the back but there was still plenty of butt cheek showing. The tee shirt had been cut just below the Bubba Wallace name covering to the bottom of my bikini top. So I thought the police would be good with the outfit but I still felt sexy. Of course I also wore sneakers and my big hat.

LaTonia was dressed almost the same except her bikini was black. Her swimsuit bottom covered only a small portion of her butt. It did help hide the landing strip of pussy hair that started about 4 inches above the lips. The tee only covered the top 3/4 of her tits. I did not see her put on the bikini top but assumed she had one on under the tee shirt. She looked sexy but I thought Officer Malone would let her through but someone else might.

“Let’s try to get Malone,” I said laughing. I had 2 reasons in mind. I did not want to be taken away but mainly I needed to be laid before I left Talladega. Three days before I had bad sex maybe once a week to 3 or 4 escapades a day. How did that happen?

Jeff and Rose were ready to go. Rose was wearing jeans and a Dale Earnhardt tee shirt. I was surprised as I thought she did not like to wear clothes. But you never know. So off we went.

As we approached the security checkpoint we could see a line but not too bad. Best of all we saw that Malone and his 2 buddies manned it. Jerome, LaTonia, and I got in Malone’s line while Rose and Jeff got in the line of the Officer she had entertained the night before.

Jerome explained, “The officer’s are mainly checking bags but they also could search persons if they look suspicious. If someone is not dressed appropriately then they could turn them away or take them into custody.”

“Oh fuck it,” I heard Rose say taking off her jeans, handing them to Jeff who looked confused. Then the tee shirt came off. What a sight. She was wearing one of those sling shot bikinis that were two strings around each shoulder and went between the legs. As the string past her tits there was enough material to cover the areola with just enough material to cover the crotch. If it did not move then canlı kaçak bahis Rose had a chance of making it but not much of one.

Rose looked over at us, smiling, “I want him to recognize me.” We laughed and understood exactly what she meant.

“What is going on?” asked Jeff with a worried look.

“Jeff, I like to show off my body,” Rose smiled. “I think many people like me this way. This is the way I want to be.”

“OK!” Jeff said throwing up his hands.

When it was Rose’s turn she took a running start jumping into the Officer’s arms wrapping her arms around his neck as her legs were around his middle. All the people around them thought this was strange.

“Ma’am, I need to check you for contraband,” the officer said. He carried her into the privacy tent used to search people.

Jeff looked at us completely confused saying, “What is going on here?”

“The officer is just being careful,” I said. “I mean think of all the things she could hide in that outfit.”

According to Rose, she kissed his neck whispering, “So good to see you Officer Johnson.” She read his nametag, as it was not said the night before.

“I am glad to see my sexy gymnast but you are going to get me in trouble,” he said smiling.

“I know but I wanted you to recognize me,” Rose smiled. “You can make a show of forcing me to put pants on.”

“Ok, I will but you can do almost anything you want in the stands,” Johnson said. “We will be the one’s patrolling the first half of the race. We will obviously look after you guys. We had a great time last night. Loved you.”

Rose frowned. “Merna and I were hoping for some fireworks during the race with you.”

“Oh I think that can happen,” Johnson explained. “I know Malone would like some additional time with the Girl Next Door and I definitely would like some more time with you.”

Rose was beaming still warped around his middle. She kissed and bit his neck before he put her down. “I am ready for a strip search now officer,” she beseeched. “Can I please take something off?”

“I will do that strip search in about 3 hours,” he said with a smirk on his face. “Now let’s go make a show of me ordering you to put on more clothes.”

“Ok young lady,” the officer began as they got back into the line. “I see you have no contraband but you need to put on some more clothes.”

She took the jeans and tee shirt from Jeff putting them on. Johnson waved her through and looked in Jeff’s bag and waved him through.

“What to heck was all that about?” Jeff queried Rose. “Why did you jump him and why did he search you?”

“I am a very friendly girl,” Rose said with a serious look. “You need to get used to that. I think he was just being thorough. He really looked me over.”

Jeff looked mystified but left it at that.

As LaTonia got to Officer Malone he smiled.

“Madam, are you hiding anything?” Officer Malone asked.

“Only these,” LaTonia giggled. She raised her shirt and the bikini top she was wearing had to be custom for her. It was 2 triangular pieces of black material held by pieces of elastic around her chest with a string around the back of her neck.

“Now those do look lethal but I must admit they meet our regulation,” Officer Malone said with a smile. “You can pass. Next.”

Officer Malone gave me a big wink as I stepped forward. He turned me around whispering so no one can hear but me, “I need to see if that ass is OK. I see that is still very fuckable.”

“Yes Officer” I said.

“Ok ma’am your nipples are covered; I can’t see any private area so you can pass,” Officer Malone laughed.

“Thank you officer,” Merna said gleefully. “I am so glad you are the one protecting us girls next door. I really may need additional protection later.”

“Ma’am, I am here to serve, you will be happy with our service today,” Malone said.

“Hello, Officer Malone,” Jerome said as Malone was looking through his bag. “So good to see you again.”

We caught up with Rose and Jeff. Rose, LaTonia, and I walked a little behind the boys while Rose told us about the plan with Malone and Johnson.

“Well, maybe this won’t be quite as boring as I thought,” I said smiling. “Maybe we can find those young boys from the shower during the first half of the race. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

As soon as we got to our places Rose took off her jeans and tee shirt.

“That feels better,” Rose said. She was attracting attention.

“Where did you get that bikini?” I asked LaTonia.

“I made it,” LaTonia said. “Look at the bottom. Show her honey.”

LaTonia spread her leg as Jerome stuck his finger into a split. When she spread just a little, the crotch opened to line the outside of her pussy lips but left access to all of what is a large pussy.

“Now that is a great engineering feat,” I said. “You should sell them.”

“It certainly comes in handy at races, restaurants and many places,” LaTonia said. “Jerome loves it.”

So we settled in to watch the start of the race. I made it about 5 laps before I was looking for something to do. I went to get Jerome and Jeff a beer. I liked the looks I was getting walking up and down the stairs. I borrowed Jerome’s binoculars hoping to find the shower boys. I looked for quite some time.

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“Shhhh be quiet or he’ll see us!” Maggie told her younger sister Sarah who had just turned eighteen-years-old.

“I can’t help it Maggie. I giggle when I am nervous. What if he finds out it was US?” She asked as her sister aimed the digital camera at the Dean of their college.

“He won’t, we are going to post this on the school bulletin board after he leaves tomorrow.” She told her smiling taking pictures of the dean prancing around in his bedroom wearing a red Santa’s dress while a young man was wearing the Mister Claus suit laying on the bed with a huge hard on sticking out of his pants.

Maggie and Sarah quickly ran out of the bushes when the dean looked at the window with a strange puzzled look. The two sisters began to giggle as they ran down the street heading back to the campus. Their long blonde hair flew wildly in the night’s air. Snow began to fall down on them from the heavens, as they ran and ran down the street. Their giggles could be heard into the night as they entered Cambridge Hall.

The next morning the alarm rang wildly waking the two mischievous sister’s. Sarah jumped out of her bed onto the cold wooden floor wearing just her white camisole and matching thong. Her hair wrapped up on top of her hair. Her blue eyes gleamed with the thoughts of their dean being totally exposed as the hose sucker he was. Sarah sleepily rolled out of bed with her blonde hair hanging loosely around her, she slipped her feet into her black furry slippers as she made her way to the steaming hot coffee.

Sarah looked out the window smiling as the first snow fell hitting the ground. Both girls could be twins except for the two-year difference in their ages. They looked like modern day Marilyn Monroe’s and men of all ages desired the girls.

“Dress warm Sarah it’s snowing out and I need to get going.” She told her sister as she pulled on her tight black low riser’s, red turtle neck shirt, her black snow boots and black swede jacket. Maggie left with her picture of the dean.

Sarah left for school shortly after Maggie bundled up in her multi colored fur jacket, Black velvet blouse, her black jeans, and snow boots. She grabbed her book bag and out the door she went without any worries of the pictures she helped her sister to take. She felt her stomach go into flips when she saw Philip the major crush of her life.

Philip smiled at Sarah with his snow white teeth, his features were chiseled and his blue eyes were bright and sparkled when they gazed upon Sarah. His long lean body was muscular in its own rights. He smiled at Sarah as she began to fumble with the lock on her locker.

“Here let me help you open it Sarah.” Philip told her moving her out of the way by grasping her shoulders.

“Thank you.” Sarah smiled at him trying not to blush.

Sarah’s joy quickly came to an end when Charlene the big busted bimbo shoved Sarah to the side. “Philip I have been looking for you! Now come on sweety we’re going to be late for class.” She told him pulling him away from the locker and Sarah.

Sarah watched as they walked down the hallway, Philip kept looking back at Sarah as Charlene kept her tight death grip around his arm. Sarah opened her locker where she smiled seeing his picture that she had taped inside of the locker. Dumb bitch. Sarah thought illegal bahis to herself as she headed to the class that Philip and Charlene had headed to.

Sarah was happy that her desk sat across from Philip’s while Charlene’s was moved to the back for passing notes to Philip. Philip caught Sarah’s attention by dropping his folder on the floor.

“I want to see you tonight, be in front of Lucky’s pizza and I will pick you up.” He whispered to her as he picked up the folder.

Sarah smiled and nervously mouthed ok. Sarah could not think of anything else but her date with Philip. The rest of the day she walked around in a daze, she was unaware of the dean’s friend from the night before following her around campus. She hurried to meet Maggie at the bulletin board for their dirty deed. She waited and waited but Maggie never showed up at their arranged meeting place. Sarah hurried home and no Maggie.

Sarah began running through the streets of the small college town and still no Maggie . . . She was gone. “Where are you Maggie?” She asked with a feeling of doom enveloping her soul. She walked to the pizza parlor in hopes that Philip would know what to do.

Sarah climbed into Philips black ford 150 telling him how she cannot find Maggie anywhere. Philip was not too concerned since Maggie was known to be a party girl.

“I am sure she is all right Sarah, the police won’t even take a report for 24 hours because she is an adult.” He told her trying to comfort her.

Sarah stared out the window of the truck wondering what had happened to Maggie? Philip took Sarah back to his room. Sarah stood under the mistletoe as Philip cleared away the clothes from the only chair in his place. He saw her standing there looking so lost. He walked over to her taking her in his arms. His arms felt so safe to Sarah.

“You know I have to kiss you since the mistletoe is right over your pretty head.” Philip told her as he placed a soft kiss on her velvet like lips.

Sarah’s belly began doing flips and goose bumps covered her flesh. Her tiny pink nipples became erect. She pressed into Philip and his hands roamed down to her plump firm ass. His hands squeezed her ass checks and pulled her closed to his erection. He began to undress them both and then carried her to the bed. Her heart began to race as his body was now over top of hers, his mouth covered hers as his tongue began to explore the inside of her mouth. She began to suck on his tongue as his hands found her small round mounds. Her thighs opened wide allowing his hard erection entrance into her body. Her hips and back arched upwards as her legs wrapped around his waist and he was now buried deep inside of her. Philips hips thrust his erection deeper with each thrust and grind of his hips. Her nipples were erect and swollen in his mouth. Her fingers dug into his back as her climax built to the boiling point and they both erupted spilling their juices together. They laid quietly in each others arm until sleep finally over took the two of them.

The next morning they awoke to a screaming alarm clock. Philip smiled at Sarah pulling her on top of his hard erection.

” Someone needs attention.” He told her

“Mmmmm and does someone need attention from Lil ol’ me?” She asked smiling devilishly and feeling him illegal bahis siteleri entering her.

Their bodies were so in tuned to each other, their hearts were falling in love and neither were fighting this glorious feeling.

Two hearts were becoming as one as his seeds were being planted deep within her body. Their bodies molded together as the explosion rocked their bodies.

“I am telling Charlene it’s over, I can’t stand sneaking around with you when it’s you I want to spend my life with. So open your early Christmas gift.” He told her reaching into his night stand and pulling out a small black box.

Sarah opened the box as tears spilt from her eyes and fell down her cheeks. “Oh Philip, an engagement ring.” She said as he placed the ring on her finger.

“Your mine now, we will live happily ever after.” He told her laughing feeling alive for the first time in a long time.

Sarah was on top of the world when Philip dropped her off at her dorm. She was hoping Maggie would be there just waking up. She opened the door slowly only to find Maggie had never came back to their dorm. Sarah dialed the police. Her heart dropped when she heard they had a Jane Doe that matched Maggie’s description. Sarah hurried out of the room and to the ICU at Memorial General. The girl laying in a coma in the hospital bed was not her sister Maggie.

“Where are you Maggie? ” She asked as she rode the bus back to her dorm.

Sarah walked into her room to find Maggie sitting on the bed. She was happy and angry all at the same time. “Where have you been?” She asked her older sister.

“I was with the dean and his friend.” She said smiling wickedly.

“What do you mean Maggie?” She asked her sister looking at her like she betrayed their country.

“I tried to pin the pictures to the board but his friend caught me. So he took me back to the dean and well let’s just say it was a kinky night little sister.” She told her smiling until she saw the ring on her finger. “What is that?” She asked Sarah.

“I am engaged to Philip Maggie.” She told her knowing she was going to go ballistic on her.

“Are you fucking suicidal? He’s going out with Charlene! She will kill you!” Maggie yelled at Sarah.

“She can try, but he’s mine now, now and forever Maggie.” She told her knowing Charlene will kill her.

Maggie stormed out of the room with Sarah right behind her when she saw Philip standing in her hall way. “Sarah, we need to talk baby.” He told her with an expression that told Sarah everything.

“She isn’t letting you go she is she. ” She told him as Maggie stood by her sister quietly.

“No, she’s uh . . . she’s pregnant . . . she showed me the papers from the doctors.”He told her with tears in his eyes.

Sarah’s heart heaved up and down as her face showed the pain her heart was inflicted with. Maggie grabbed her sister as Philip looked down at the floor. Sarah sobbed as Maggie held Sarah knowing this was going to take sometime before her sister’s heart was mended. Sarah broke away from Maggie and head down the winding staircase when she tripped falling down the stairs. Maggie screamed out her name.

Sarah’s crumpled body laid at the bottom of the stair’s. Philip dialed 911 on his cell phone. Maggie tried to bring Sarah canlı bahis siteleri to consciousness. “Sarah wakes up please, You have to be all right or I’ll be all alone in this world.” She cried into her sister’s chest as she cradled her for fear of moving her too much she may hurt her more.

Two weeks had gone by and Christmas was only two days away. Maggie sat vigil by her sister’s bed. Philip would visit only when Charlene was at the doctors. It was on one of these visits that Charlene showed up at Sarah’s bedside. Alone in her room she bent down and whispered in her ear.

“You need to die now, because you will never have Philip now, I made sure of it. She told her as she was thinking to herself, I had better get pregnant before he finds out it was Cherry’s pregnancy test I showed him.

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Christmas Eve . . .

Maggie decorated the small Christmas tree she had bought, tears flowed down her eyes as placed the angel on top of the tree.

“Please I hope you hear me, I know I have never been very religious and I have committed a lot of sins. Sarah is innocent and she has a bright future ahead of her. Please let her come back to me God, please don’t take her away . . . what will I do?” She prayed as she fell to her knees feeling so lost and scared.

Maggie’s tears hit the floor as she cried feeling despair. She looked up her sister seeing the engagement ring flickering as if a sign. “What . . . What do you want me to do?” She asked the sparkling ring.

Suddenly she had a vision of Charlene not pregnant. ” That lying two-bit whore. ” She said as she got to her feet and walked out the door to find Charlene and Philip.

She went to the dorm and banged on Charlene’s door, Cherry swung the door opened and gulped seeing an angry Maggie. “Maggie what do you want?” she asked her.

“Where is your lying ass room mate Cherry and tell me how she got the pregnancy test?” She asked as she tried to put all the pieces together.

” Maggie I didn’t want to deceive anybody, but she was so anal about the whole thing and your sister. I was scared of her and feared for my baby.” She told Maggie as she finished packing her bags, “I am going home and not returning here so here is your gift to give to Philip and Sarah.” She told her unaware of Sarah’s condition.

“Sarah is in the hospital because of the lie that was told. Merry Christmas Cherry.” She told her walking out of the room.

Maggie finally caught up to Charlene and Philip at the local hamburger joint. “Philip give this lying bitch this pregnancy test and it will prove she is as pregnant as I am.” She told Philip daring Charlene to make the wrong movement.

“I am not doing it!” Charlene yelled.

“You will or you are lying.” He told her.

Charlene ran from the place cursing at the top of her voice. Philip smiled at Maggie. “Thank you.” He told her.

“Come on and tell Sarah the wedding is still on!” She told him grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out of the place.

Philip sat on the side of Sarah’s hospital bed. “Sarah you have to wake up so we can get married baby, Charlene was lying.” He told her with his eyes misting over.

Sarah’s heart monitored showed a response to what he said. Her eyes opened slowly her face held a small smile. ” Philip . . . Maggie what happened?” She asked the two most important people in her life.

On that night a Christmas Wish was answered and Caroler’s sang throughout the hospital’s hall . . . And to all a Good Night.

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Their conversation was natural and casual. She told him a little about her job and why she was in D.C. The day had been long and the meeting had been intense and exhausting, but they had accomplished much. She thought they would be able to finish by mid or late afternoon on Friday, at which point she would decide whether or not to head back to Richmond. She didn’t need to get back right away, and the thought of three hour drive after another stressful and draining day was not very appealing.

He told her that he had an apartment within walking distance, and that he frequented Maddy’s at least once a week. He spent more time at The Meeting Place, a coffee shop down the street. Most often, he spent his evenings alone.

He was an English professor. He had relocated to the Northern Virginia area about 10 years ago, had left for a couple of years, but had just returned to D.C. to take a teaching position at American University. He was passionate about education, and couldn’t imagine doing anything else. He had explored other opportunities, but he decided he would keep teaching as long as he enjoyed it, and maybe, eventually transitioning to teaching part-time to spend more time writing.

She had lived in Richmond about 10 years; it was now home, but not quite. She didn’t elaborate too much on where she was from or the path she had traveled.

She had a daughter middle school and son in elementary school. In the last few years, life had a different feel. There seemed to be more time for her, fewer obligations, at least with family. She had her friends and different things she liked to do, the gym … the weekly güvenilir bahis book club. She was active, exercising daily, whether it be running or working out.

He told her of his love for the outdoors, and his passion for cycling. He didn’t like groups, enjoying more the solitude of a long, lonely ride. Hiking, camping, and riding all allowed him to indulge his reclusive tendencies, alone with his thoughts and the experience of the moment. This isolation and aloneness were necessary to both his mental and emotional well-being. It allowed him to explore and reflect upon his deepest aspect of his true self.

But, he liked to spend time at Maddy’s and a few local coffee shops, and other places with people. He was able to connect with others, but still at a distance, observing and listening to those around him without having to get too close.

He too was a voracious reader with eclectic tastes, consuming everything … fiction, news, political ideology, history, philosophy, theology … erotica.

“What are you reading now? You seemed enthralled by it.”

“Delta of Venus by Anais Nin.

“Don’t know it, or her? Or him?

“Anais Nin was probably the first female writer of erotica, in Paris in the late 30’s and 40’s. She had an affair with Henry Miller, and possibly his wife June Miller. They were all part of the Bohemian scene. Miller, Nin and a few others wrote erotica for a guy they referred to as “The Collector” for a dollar a page. She later moved to America where she married another man, while still married to her husband. One was on the East coast, the other on the West.

“Anyway, türkçe bahis in her erotica and diaries she explored female sexuality, and a few other taboo topics. She’s kind of revered by modern feminists who see her as a woman who was in control, relationally … sexually.”

“Here,” he said, opening his Kindle. I had just read this when I heard you say ‘Shit,’ twice I think.

She smiled, only slightly embarrassed.

‘When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolf-like sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body.’

“It’s more than who’s on top. She’s in control, of at least her situation.”

“Really?”

He didn’t respond to her question. He stared into her eyes, leaning forward slightly. The moment was tense, and passionate. She thought she might be blushing. She tilted her head and asked, playfully, “What’s a high school English teacher doing reading erotica. You’re not looking for a new novel to teach? I’m sure it’s on the some banned list somewhere.”

Smiling and moving a bit closer, he continued, “Nin provokes us to challenge the morals and norms that confine us, repress our true nature. She demands that we reject society’s notion of acceptable sexuality. She refused to allow expectations to define her.

“Most people live in a perpetual state of fear, primarily, we are güvenilir bahis siteleri scared, no terrified that we are going to die, without ever having lived and done the things we most want to do.”

Slightly turning her head she asked, “So, like writing an … erotic bucket list of sorts?

“Much more. Nin also wrote, ‘Those who live deeply have no fear of death.’ Only when we allow our passions, desires, needs … lust to consume us, will we be free from all that restricts and oppresses us. Only then are we free to live the life we have imagined.”

Again, he stopped abruptly, looking into her eyes. He was enjoying the silence, and that she was clearly, at least mildly, uncomfortable.

She pulled back, but only slightly, for she had felt herself leaning toward him too. She thought quickly thought of Ron, her husband. They had met and dated during college, and then married. They had kids, worked on their careers, and done everything they were supposed to do. Along the way, almost from the beginning, they drifted apart, finding different interests, living separate lives. Now the kids were growing up and finding their own interests. At times, she would sigh deeply at the thought of being alone with him in the house, sometimes, unaware that he was in the room. He would ask, “What’s wrong,” and she would smile and say, “Oh, nothing.”

She sighed, and briefly looked off into the distance, but then back at Asa.

Then again, she looked away, reaching over and picking up her glass of wine … her third. She took a sip and placed it back on the bar. She looked back at him, deeper into his eyes.

His left hand was on her thigh. He looked slightly down, and without asking, reached over and took her hand, softly rubbing the top with his thumb. Then, lifting his head and he asked, “How deeply are you living.”

To be continued …

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Jonathan Maximus comes home. He’s a tall, good-looking black man in his early forties. This muscular hunk is a former police captain with the local precinct. Currently, he’s retired but still operates in the field of criminal justice. He’s the CEO of Maximum Security, a fast-growing private security firm which hires former soldiers, police officers and ex-correctional officers as part of its elite security task force. They have worked for senators, wealthy businessmen and the elite of society. Their name means business.

Jonathan is a man with a very private life, and there is a reason why. This stud is very close to his lovers, emphasis on close. His lady Marcy Jade is his favorite in the bunch. Marcy is a six-foot-tall, chunky but sexy black woman who works as a corrections officer in the county. This tall beauty has jet-black skin and strong features. Her body is fleshy but strong, and her booty is round. This fine-looking plump sister is a favorite among the folks working in the criminal justice system, for many reasons.

Marcy Jade met Jonathan Maximus when she was nineteen years old. Back then, she was just a young college student. Marcy had earned herself an Associate’s degree in criminal justice and intended to continue with her education but her college kicked her out. Marcy had been in a relationship with a young man named Jason Teller, son of Theresa Teller, the college president, a very wealthy and powerful woman. Theresa Teller did not approve of her tall and handsome, blond-haired and blue-eyed Irish-American son dating a black woman. Especially one of low birth, as they say.

Marcy was in love with Jason Teller but the young stud refused to stand up to his domineering mother. Marcy Jade walked into the president’s office to talk to her, woman to woman. The next day, she got expelled. For a time, Marcy was güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri lost. Then, she met Jonathan Maximus. He was the tall and handsome older black man whom the entire town was talking about. An educated, handsome and wealthy single black man. He was friends with the governor and various senators. The guy had connections. He could make things happen. He saw something of himself in feisty Marcy Jade. They became friends. Later, he offered her a job.

Marcy Jade began to work for Maximum Security, and she did it with a passion that surprised her. She was devoted to her new boss. He wasn’t just an employer for her, he was a friend. He was the man who gave her a chance when nobody else would. He gave her a hand up when the men and women of the world were kicking her down. Yes, she was utterly devoted to him. Jonathan was thankful for her devotion. He was a good man to work for. He was also somewhat distant. They were somewhat friendly co-workers, nothing more. Marcy longed to be more than that, though.

What Marcy didn’t know was that Jonathan was a man of many passions, and a very private man at that. He kept his relationships discrete and didn’t date around the office. He was polite and friendly to his employees but there was a line that he would not cross. Not even for the charming and devoted Marcy Jade. These days, there were lawsuits flying left and right. Sleeping with a co-worker, or being too friendly with one, could land you in some serious hot water. Jonathan Maximus wasn’t interested in Marcy Jade, or anyone who worked for him.

Jonathan had been seeing a woman named Claire O’Hara for the past two years. Claire was a tall, good-looking woman in her thirties. She had short blonde hair, pale blue eyes and alabaster skin. This Irishwoman was a detective with the local police department. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri She met Jonathan while they were on the job together but they had never been more than friends until the day Jonathan retired. She came by his mansion for a visit, and one thing led to another. Since that day, they met several times a week for some passionate sex the likes of which she could barely imagine.

The two of them made a pretty good couple. A six-foot-six, 240-pound, good-looking black man who owned his own business and at forty one still had the body of a college football player. John worked out extensively. There was a gym two blocks from his office and he worked out three times a week. The man loved to stay in shape. Back when he attended the University of Massachusetts, he played football. While a rookie cop, he was also a part-time personal trainer. Yeah, he loved taking care of himself.

Claire O’Hara was also a tough dame. A fitness fanatic by nature, this five-foot-ten, 150-pound lady held a black belt in Karate. There were two things that she loved, her work as a police officer, and Jonathan Maximus, the man she considered to be the love of her life. They were pretty good friends and they had passionate sex. Jonathan wasn’t looking for a serious commitment. Not now, not anytime soon. Possibly not ever. Although he cared for her, he had a very low opinion of the institution of marriage. More than half of all marriages ended in divorce, and men got the shaft in divorce courts. Jonathan wasn’t fond of cohabitation either. Couples who were once passionate and cared deeply for one another became bitter and self-destructive once they moved in together. No, Jonathan didn’t want to move in with her. Or anyone. He was a firm believer in passion, and independence. Although she loved him, Claire wasn’t güvenilir bahis şirketleri sure if she could deal with that.

Jonathan sat in his car, remembering some of the more passionate moments he shared with Claire. Like that one time they did it in the shower. Claire had such a nice body, trim and fit, with curves where it counted. They had made love dozens of times but never like this. Claire surprised Jonathan with her request to be taken anally. Although Jonathan was surprised, he indulged her. Claire had a cute butt and he wasn’t about to let a chance like this slide.

Jonathan kissed the back of Claire’s neck, and then caressed her body. Gently, he spread her butt cheeks and applied soap mixed with the falling water between them. Claire seemed tense. He slid one lubed finger into her tiny butt hole, and moved it around. Claire gasped. Never before had she let anyone do anything like this to her. Yet she would let Jonathan do it because he was the man she loved and trusted. Jonathan slid another finger inside her, and worked his way into her. Squirming, she begged to be taken. Smiling, Jonathan pressed his cock against her back door, and pushed.

Claire felt Jonathan’s thick cock move inside of her, inch by inch. He held her firmly by the hips, and thrust deeply. A gasp escaped her lips, followed by a scream. Jonathan put his arm under her belly, firmly holding her into place. He slowed down his pace, and slowly the pain she felt was replaced by a curious feeling of fullness. A truly wonderful feeling. Slowly but surely, Claire relaxed, and enjoyed. Jonathan continued to take her, going deep. Not long after, he came, sending his seed deep inside of her.

The two lovers practically collapsed on the shower floor. Jonathan held Claire tightly, murmuring in her ear how much he loved her. Claire smiled. Maybe there was some hope for this relationship after all. A little voice inside her head told her that maybe it wasn’t her that he loved, but what she did for him. When she looked in Jonathan’s eyes and saw the look of happiness in there, she kissed him and silenced the voice within. Yes, somehow, they would make this work.

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So far in my story, I have revealed how I made a daring proposition to two eighteen year old students, who were in need of cash to pay for an expedition to Mauritius in return for being my friends with benefits. This little tale is taking you back to the autumn, on a day in September when I had been seeing the girls for a few weeks. I would now like to share this particular experience that I had on that warm, late summer afternoon.

I was used to seeing students, sometimes in various sports kits at my local supermarket so it wasn’t a massive surprise when I saw two girls clad in their hockey attire. They were walking down the main aisle, accompanied by an older woman pushing a trolley.

They did look particularly good and I couldn’t help having a long look at their lovely legs clad in knee-high socks. Even though they had obviously slightly darker skin, it took a few seconds for the penny to drop and realise it was Jasmine and Aisha. I had no idea that they even played hockey. They certainly liked to be kept busy.

Knowing them from the geology course, I had a legitimate reason to say hello, but I suspected they still might feel slightly awkward with the woman being there. I assumed she was Jasmine’s Mum, and I didn’t want to cause the girls any embarrassment. I continued with my shop and a minute or two later, as luck would have it, I bumped into the pair of them browsing the chocolate section, the older woman presumably elsewhere.

“Fancy meeting you to here,” I said nonchalantly.

“Oh James!” Jasmine exclaimed.

Alia did a nervous giggle and looked at me with her gorgeous brown eyes.

“I didn’t know you played hockey?” I said.

“You never asked,” said Jasmine, factually.

I looked round making sure no one was within earshot.

“You look fucking hot!” I said, quietly.

“Hmmm… thanks,” said Alia.

“Honestly, James!” added Jasmine pleasantly.

“Sorry, but you do.”

“We’re actually just off to practise,” said Alia.

“Really? I’d love to meet you wearing that gear.”

Jasmine looked round furtively.

“It’s okay, no one’s near,” I assured her. “Have you got anything on, later?”

Jasmine and Alia looked at each other and gave a little shrug.

“Not a lot, but I don’t think Mum was expecting us to go anywhere after hockey, said Jasmine.”

“Fair enough, if you can’t you can’t.”

“Naaw, poor James,” said Alia.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. It’s just a pity, cos, you know,” I said pointing to their short, pleated green skirts.

“I suppose if it was quick,” offered Jasmine.

“Yeah, if it was a quickie,” agreed Alia.

“It güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri would be pretty quick, I promise.”

“Right,” said Jasmine, looking round again.

We waited for an old married couple to pass before continuing the negotiation.

“I thought I could pick you up and we could go to the orangery by Port Meadow.”

“Outside?!” Alia queried with a little excitement.

“Yeah, it’s perfectly private. No one ever goes there.”

“Why outside? Is it on your bucket list or something?!” Alia jibed

“Ooh I don’t know,” said Jasmine.

“Well I won’t push it. I don’t want to ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

“Sorry, James.”

“No. Maybe just think about it. Text me after hockey… if you change your mind.”

The girls were about to answer when they looked towards the end of the aisle. Jasmine’s Mum had appeared with a trolley full of groceries. I looked round. She was an attractive and well-dressed Asian lady of about forty something.

“Shall I stay to say hello?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” said Jasmine.

There was a brief introduction and it was explained that I was their geological tutor friend. She appeared to be a somewhat aloof lady, who spoke with the faintest Indian accent, which modified her otherwise standard English. She didn’t appear to want to chat, which suited me, and I nodded to the girls and assumed that was that.

It had long been a desire to have sex out of doors, or if not sex at least something that led to me shooting my load. It would have been nice to take them back home, but they clearly had time constraints and with it being so clement out, I had this spontaneous desire to have some fun with them out of doors, while they were in that amazing hockey stuff.

Anyway, it was almost two hours later and I had put my beers in the fridge and had a nap when my mobile rang. It was Alia and she had an alternative idea.

“Hey James, we can meet you, if you like. We can go to my uncle’s allotment.”

“Allotment?”

“Yeah, it’s at Cripley Meadow. He’s away in Portugal, but I have a key cos I help him out sometimes.”

“Wow! Okay, that’s lucky. It sounds perfect.”

“Yeah, I’ve convinced Jas. It’s completely secluded and everything.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah, Jas say we won’t have to get naked, will we?”

“No, babe. I was thinking I could enjoy myself without that. You’ve still got your kits on yes?”

“Yeah, the thing is the showers are out of action, but it’s an all-weather pitch, so we aren’t muddy or anything like that.”

I was ready to go in ten minutes and picked güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri them up from the training ground. Seeing them standing there together in those short skirts got my dick twitching straight away and I remained hard as we drove the five miles or so to the allotment place. Even though I had fucked them a couple of times already, meeting them in this way seemed particularly elicit. What is it about hockey kits, I’m not sure. I think it was part of that taboo area of male sexuality that just pushes the right buttons. Also, owing to the faulty plumbing, they had a natural, fresh glow about them and their tops were a little damp from their perspiration.

Once we arrived at the allotments, Alia directed us down the perimeter track, which was lined by willows down one side and a band of trees down the other. Her plot was just on the corner of a track by a pond. It was quite a wild-looking area with bird song and so on. We parked right next to the gate, which Alia un-padlocked and we slipped in unnoticed.

I had put on some loose fitting tracksuit bottoms and I was commando, so I had plenty of room for manoeuvre. We walked round the path where some forlorn root vegetables had emerged and had gone past their best. Half of the plot was just weeds. We paused, nowhere in particular next to an unkempt greenhouse. I had to check myself earlier, but now I allowed myself the luxury of fully admiring them. If there is anything better than having two willing 18 year-olds in their hockey kits out of doors, then I want to know what it is.

I had them both turn round, so I could lift up their skirts. Their gorgeously plump butts were clad in regulation white panties, which were just a little too small. I don’t know if they had put them on deliberately but they were perfect. I was properly stoked. I ran my hands between their legs, feeling for their pussy lips, which were pushing against the gusset of their panties. I stood to face them and kissed them one at a time while my hands helped themselves. Their white tops were poorly fitting and seemed to be practical more than elegant and this resulted in their breasts being all squished and pert.

The girls had discovered the relative freedom of my cock and were touching me inside my trackie bottoms as I caressed their boobs through their tops. Although it was a mild day, the slight breeze against my cock was a delicious sensation.

I was so hard now it was untrue. Both girls were gently fondling and stroking my cock and balls and I felt like my skin would burst.

I stood in front of both girls in turn and squeezed their ass cheeks and ran my güvenilir bahis şirketleri hands inside their silky soft thighs. As much as I liked to have the girls naked in my bedroom, there was something particularly erotic about fondling them through their clothes, especially outdoors. It was really good having an hard-on in the open air as the tip of my cock was constantly brushing against their legs and their green pleated skirts.

“Sorry James, but we need to hurry up a bit,” said Jasmine.

To be fair they had said they were limited for time, but I had this really good idea to make me come quickly, if the girls were okay with it.

“Is it all right if you both take your knickers off?”

Jasmine looked at Alia.

“I suppose so,” said Alia with a giggle.

“Fine with me, as long as I can have them back,” agreed Jasmine.

“You can have them back, but they might be a bit messy.”

“Ah right,” said Jasmine, getting the drift of my intentions.

They both hitched up their skirts and rolled their panties down. I asked them to wank my cock as I held their panties to my nose. They looked at me with fascination and amusement. I had discussed my thoughts and little fetishes with them openly, so it wasn’t entirely a surprise.

The gorgeous scent of their cunts on the cotton was so arousing. There was a little dampness on the gusset, which I made even damper as I sucked on the fabric. They teased my cock flesh, Jasmine stroking and massaging my helmet as Alia stroked my shaft. I was about as turned on as I had ever been. As they stroked me, I held their panties in one hand and put my other between their legs, so I could finger their lovely moist pussies. I licked my fingers as they tugged at my throbbing dick, tasting their sticky, musky juices.

My legs began to wobble, as the spunk welled up in my balls and my breathing became hard. I handed Jasmine their panties, and she squeezed the white cotton around my shaft as Alia stood behind me and stroked my balls. Their panties were cool and soft against the flesh of my dick. It was a sensation that almost defied description. I stood there close to coming, as I thrust my cock in time to Jasmine’s stroking. The intense feelings combined to send me over the edge and I growled and snorted as my cum exploded into their gym knickers. My body jerked as I pumped out a massive load.

“Fuck! That was good.”

“You’re so bad, James,” said Alia.

“I’m pleased we could be of service,” said Jasmine with a smile.

We sneaked out of the allotment, with no one but an elderly gentleman and a wheel barrow to negotiate. He did a bit of a double take, but nothing more.

I drove them home and agreed to wash their knickers as there was always the risk they would have to explain spunk stains on their panties, whereas no one would miss them.

I thanked them again for giving up some of their afternoon to sate my lust. I couldn’t wait to fuck them again.

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“I have a pretty bad headache” she complained.

“Typical…” he responded with dejection. “Well, at least let me give you a back rub, see if that helps.”

“Okay.”

He slid her flannel pajama top – a paradigm of sexiness – up and revealed her porcelain bare back. He worked her knots for minutes at a time – kneading, rotating in firm, circular patterns, slowly squeezing her shoulders and working his way down to the small of her back, rubbing and massaging along her spine, then down her beautiful backside, ultimately reaching her feet. After 15 minutes she had relaxed and rolled onto her side, in the small spoon position.

Sensing the now-or-never of it all, he reached over and gently pressed his lips to the back of her neck and slid his hand swiftly up her shirt and found an eagerly erect nipple awaiting his grasp­. He worked his lips on her neck, soft and wet, as his tender tweaking of her bountiful breasts was eliciting enticing moans. It wasn’t long until she rolled to her back and he slid her shirt off over her cropped red coif.

Flickers of candlelight played off of her ample bosom as she lifted her ass off the bed and he swiped her pants down and off. She was laying totally bare, contrasting wonderfully in the dim light against the chocolate colored sheets.

He quickly dispatched the rest of his clothes and took a modicum of satisfaction in his candlelit appearance in the dressing mirror, his gently-curved cock swelling with anticipatory delight.

Taking both her wrists in his hands and pulling her arms over her head, he straddled her decisively and began sliding his shaft between her mountainous chest, pre-cum glistening and dripping from the tip. She stuck out her tongue until he slid high enough for her to lick the drip of slippery, salty fluid from the tip of his swollen head.

“mmm…” she sighed genuinely.

Knowing that the secret to keeping her interest piqued was a combination of early and often orgasms, he deliberately released her hands and slid between her legs, propping her legs illegal bahis on his shoulders, granting him gratifying access to her beautiful, swollen pubis. Her lips were engorged and dripping with moisture. He took a loose bit of labia and sucked it into his mouth, just building tension. He did the same on the opposite side until he plunged his pointed tongue directly into her tight, tangy pussy. She gasped in a mix of surprise and pleasure and after tongue-fucking her briefly, he slid his flattened tongue up to her quivering clit. He lapped the topside aggressively, slowing to build her climatic potential. He reached up and took a nipple in each hand and teased them, alternating with full breast grabs and massages. Her fluids began to trickle faster, and her body tensed. He kept at it methodically, persistently, only shifting between vertical and horizontal strokes of the tongue. Her whole body stiffened as she built up to climax. He steadied himself and opened his mouth wider, awaiting her treat.

Then she let go. And a torrent of salty-sweet syrup erupted from her slit, filling his mouth so much he had to swallow and go back for more. She gushed for 4-5 seconds and writhed with pleasure as he tried to catch every drip. His dick throbbed. He loved swallowing her squirt and it got him so hard knowing how hot he got her and the physical manifestation of her satisfaction saturated his face.

She laid their paralyzed with pleasure for a few moments until she roused herself and ordered him to kneel in front of her face. All 6.5 of his inches slid deliciously into her mouth. Slowly, deliberately, carefully. She reached between her legs and swept her fingers through her moisture, then brought her finger back between his legs and teased his ass with her fingers. She knew he loved when she teased him and slid a finger inside, milking and massaging. She let his shaft spring out of her mouth and took his right ball in her mouth, sucking hard, making him tense and moan, while she kept her finger making the “come here” inside him.

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“How else do you want me to please you?” he whispered.

“Just do whatever you want, I love being your sexy slut.”

“Okay, you know what that means, right?”

“I don’t care, just take me, make me do whatever you want.”

He withdrew from her succulent mouth quickly and pulled away, her finger snapped out of his ass. In one swift motion he flipped her over, onto all fours. He repositioned himself directly between her legs and used his own feet to spread hers further apart, her cheeks starting to tease open. With one hand on each side, he spread her open and hardened further at the site of her tight balloon knot. He’d only had it a few times before but the thought of how tightly her ass gripped his cock made him surge with stiffness and desire.

A drip of spit rolled down his tongue, into her crack, down to her tight hole. He followed with his probative tongue, penetrating lightly, licking intently, garnering sounds of satisfaction. He licked her a bit to invite her relaxation, and took note of the distinct – but not unpleasant – musk that radiated from her gorgeous ass. With another drop of saliva deposited on her sphincter, he slowly slid in his middle finger. He felt her tightness grip him firmly and his cock jumped with expectation. With one hand occupied, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the bottle of super-silky silicone lube. He squeezed a generous portion down her crack until it reached his finger – still inside her. He withdrew briefly to allow the lube to pool in her asshole and then slid both his index and middle finger back inside.”

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“mmm hmm!” she moaned urgently. And with that he rolled her over.

After positioning her ankles on his shoulders and bending her legs back, her anus presented a perfect target. He slathered some additional lube on his shaft and pressed the tip of his dick against her puckered backside until he felt it slowly start to relax. He proceeded with caution until her tightness drew him and he was up to the hilt inside her magnificently tight ass. It was trying to squeeze the cum straight from him immediately.

He began to thrust gingerly until she acclimated and then put her pretty pink vibe to her pussy. He made shallow strokes, wanting to both draw out his pleasure and allow her second O to build. The persistent buzz complemented the fullness she felt with his tumescence in her ass and after a minute her tension released with a quick flash flood of cum. The sight was almost enough to blow his load but he composed and returned to his quick, shallow penetration. She began pressing her ass against him, forcing his whole shaft inside, moaning mildly with pleasure while she put the vibe to clit for one more go.

While he did his best to enjoy every tight, taboo second, she managed to build herself up one more time. After a distinct tensing and tightening, he saw a sweet little stream of cum trickle down her labia and onto his cock while her sphincter spasmed rhythmically. He knew that was all he could take and he told her “that’s it, I’m going to pound your ass for a second and fill you full of a huge, hot load.’

She bit her bottom lip and nodded acceptingly. He cocked back and buried himself inside her, the warm, tight depths of her ass coaxing the cum out of him with every stroke. And then it happened. A deluge of sperm shot out of him into the dark depths of her perfect ass. He convulsed 7 or 8 times until sliding out and collapsing next to her – the room just ripe with the scent of sweat, sex, and spunk.

“I expect the house to be nice and clean when I get home tomorrow,” she said and then rolled over and went to sleep.

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Thank you all for your patience with this incredible period of story famine I’ve been experiencing. I hope this submission will be worth the wait. It’s a little different for me. Enjoy! ~Copperbutterfly~

Talking to Mike online Amanda learned quickly of fantasies that they shared. One night as they voice-chatted online he shared with her his current favorite.

“I think about sharing my lady with another man,” he said. “I get so incredibly hard just thinking about what it might be like, that it’s become almost an obsession to try it.”

Surprised she asked, “Oh, really? Tell me, baby, what the scenario might be like?”

“I’d love to take you out on the town. You are dressed to be shown off. Short skirt, heels, and your top is something stretchy and low cut and of course, you are not wearing panties. We would go dancing in a small club, dark with soft low lights; the music throbbing and sensual, more feeling than hearing. All of the men in the club would vie for a chance to dance with you. As you dance in the center of the floor, your hips sway erotically; your body moving in its sensual dance. Before long, one of the men shows a whole lot of interest. He asks you to dance several times.”

“Hmmmm, you know I love to dance, baby. My body feels music and responds to its summoning,” Amanda responds.

“After one particularly heated dance, you would invite him to join us. As you return to sit at our table, he manages to get a glimpse of what’s under the skirt. You can see from the surprised expression on his face that he is wondering what our intentions are. He’s not quite sure that our intentions are innocent.”

She laughs as she responds, “Hardly innocent, my love!”

“He might not be sure. You teased him so much while you were dancing.”

“But you know how I love to flirt, baby. And I do so mercilessly with him and with you,” she answers in her most sensual voice, then hears Mike chuckle through the headset.

“You are such a flirt and a tease” he answers, his voice tightening.

Mike went on describing his fantasy and he and Amanda found it so hot, they decided to make it a reality. After many long months online they decided to take the plunge and meet. During their first meeting a few weeks later, after a tumultuous night of just the two of them, they sought out the right man for them both. In a club near downtown, they found him.

Just as they did in their fantasy, the men lined up to dance with Amanda. One in particular kept coming back. He filled the fantasy stranger character perfectly and was invited to the table, continuing along with their now mutual fantasy. It became real as Mike leaned in to the stranger and said, “Doesn’t she have great legs?”

Amanda smiled and said to the stranger, “I think maybe you saw more than my legs” as she lifted her eyes up to his and then placed her heeled foot on the chair between his legs. She heard Mike groan as the image filtered through his mind sending strong signals directly to his crotch.

“Well, now, baby, that should do it!” Mike says, “What do you think? She looks good, huh?” Eyes wide with astonishment, the stranger can only nod. “It feels even better. What do you say we get a booth at the back?”

As they all moved to the darkest part of the club, Amanda took the stranger’s arm, wrapped it around her back and placed his hand on her hip. “That is Mike and I’m Amanda,” she said by way of an introduction. “What’s your name?”

“I’m called Chance” the stranger answered his voice deep and throaty with excitement.

Mike turned to Amanda and said, “Baby, do you want to take a chance tonight? This might be my chance to fulfill my fantasy, I think.”

As they approached a dark booth in the back corner, both Amanda and Chance looked to Mike for his choice of seating arrangements. Mike said, “I want to sit across from both of you. I think that maybe Chance might need some room to be comfortable, baby, and I want to see him play with your pussy.”

As Amanda slid into the booth clutching Chance’s hand she pulled him in beside her. Her skirt rode up so high on her legs both men could see her glistening with excitement. “Will you tell him he can touch, or should I?” Mike asked.

“If I tell him he might still look to you for approval,” Amanda answered.

Mike gave his consent with a nod. Then he watched as he began to explore. Watching for a reaction from Amanda, Mike smiled and watched as Amanda ran her tongue across her lips and looked into his eyes.

Mike whispered “I see your legs spread for him…and your hand caressing his arm. Does it feel good?”

Amanda’s answer was a purring whisper, “It feels wonderful.” Mike couldn’t miss the lust in her eyes.

Mike asked, “Do you feel naughty?”

Amanda began to tell Mike how Chance’s hand was caressing the insides of her thighs and how naughty it was making her feel.

The waiter appeared and he was ignored. After taking in the view of Chance running his hand up and along illegal bahis Amanda’s inner thighs, the waiter shook himself and announced that he would give them some more time to decide. No one seemed to notice.

Amanda’s fingers ran along Chance’s neck, tracing a line across his jaw. His hand moved and his fingers slipped into her slick wet pussy. A quick catch of breath and a sigh escaped her lips.

“I can see your wetness covering his fingers as they slip out,” Mike whispered. Mike looked over at Chance. “I believe he is enjoying his exploration of you, baby.”

Amanda whispered to Chance, “Do you like this?

A shudder rippled through his body and escaped as a “YESSSSSSSS.”

She looked over at Mike. He could see the lust in her eyes. She asked, “Mike, do you like this?”

“YESSSSSSS” was Mikes’ answer as well.

Both men heard the quickening of her breath. Chance could feel her excitement and Mike could see it as well.

Mike smiled and said, “I can tell you are enjoying this.”

Smiling, she answered, “And I can tell that both of you have incredible hard-ons.”

Mike and Chance looked at each other and a silent communication passed between them. Mike leaned in to Amanda and asked, “Would you like to fuck both of us?”

She had but one answer, “YESSSSSSSSS.”

Both men smiled at that simple answer and Mike said to Chance, “She gives great head too!” She laughed deep and throaty as she looked at both men. Mike smiled after looking at Chance and said to her “I can see the readiness in him.”

Amanda looked at both men. “I have only one question for both of you. Do you both want to fuck me?”

“YESSSSSSSSSSS” is the answer came in harmony. “YESSSSSSSSSS”

“Then perhaps we should find a place to take this that is more private” Amanda replied.

“Good idea” said Mike. Amanda straightened…tugged at her skirt…gathered her things and then slipped out of the booth. Turning to glance over her shoulder, she smiled. Smiling back, Mike said, “Do you want to get a room or do you feel really naughty?”

Amanda leaned over the edge of the table and laughed. “Baby, you know that I always feel naughty. The two of you have taken me to a new level tonight!”

“Well, we don’t want to get arrested!” Mike said.

“What do you have in mind love?” she whispered leaning in and kissing Mike on the lips. Straightening up, she turned to Chance, placing her lips against his neck, kissing and nibbling.

“Let’s at least go to the car,” Mike whispered low and throaty.

She smiled and answered, “I think I deserve a room, baby. Perhaps I’ll just be naughty on the way to the room.”

“Good, I feel the same way; we need to have some room and more time.” Mike answered as he pushed out of the booth. Amanda turned and headed for the door, knowing that they would follow.

At the car, Mike opened the door and she slipped into the middle of the front seat as both men climb in. She nestled between them. To fit his 6’3″ frame, the seat was set back all the way. As Mike turned the key, he couldn’t help but notice that she had one hand in each of their laps.

When they pulled out of the lot, the sound of a zipper was loud in the quiet of the car. Then into that quiet, a sigh was followed by the echo of a second zipper. As Amanda turned her attention to Chance, Mike watched while she began to stroke Chance’s cock. Her small hand slid around it then slipped up to wrap over the tip.

Into the quiet they heard her soft whisper, “How fast can you recover, Chance?” followed by a quick inhale of air and Mike went instantly hard. Her hand slid slowly down Chance’s shaft. “He’s young, Mike, and he’s very hard. He won’t last long, I think.” She glanced over to Mike’s lap. His cock stood solid and rigid; at attention. She placed both hands on the stranger.

“I can tell you want to suck him,” Mike said as her right hand descended to the base and the left hand smoothed over the wet tip. When Amanda wiggled out from between the two, Mike said, “I know he wants you to suck him.” She slipped to the floor between Chance’s legs giving Mike an excellent view…. “YESSS” they hear Mike hiss…..of her lips as they open. Amanda began to nibble, tease and lick. Mike told him, “You are going to enjoy this, Chance. My lady really likes to suck cock.”

Chance looked at Amanda, “Is that so?” They had reached the motel but Mike continued circling the block not wanting to stop. Amanda turned her head to the side and pressed Chance’s hard cock to closed lips, opened and descended on him all at once, taking him to the back of her throat. His hands clasped her head, his fingers entangled in her hair and they all know that he couldn’t last long after all that had been happening.

He cried out, “Oh, my god….” She slipped up his hard shaft and popped him out. Her tongue flicked out, licking and sliding over him, around and then under. Mike watched as Chance thrust his hips uncontrollably. Her lips climbed to the tip again illegal bahis siteleri and she took him in, just under the tip, locking lips under it, pressing the tip to the roof of her mouth, holding him hard and sucking. Mike saw him stiffen. Amanda felt him swell and his groans filled the car.

They heard his gasp and knew he was cumming as she deep throated him again, clamping her throat muscles tight, milking him as he fed her. When she swallowed and gulped he cried out, “Oh, my god, you are fucking incredible.” He shot rope after rope of creamy cum down the back of her throat. Amanda glanced up into Mike’s eyes and saw his excitement barely contained. He could tell that she was getting a huge amount of cum. As she slipped up, some of it dribbled down her chin; she licked and cleaned his cock. She watched Mike as he watched her.

“I can’t believe how turned on I am from watching a stranger feed his cum to my lady; and seeing her relish it” Mike whispered out loud to no one in particular. Amanda slipped up from the floorboard, knelt at the edge of the seat, took her finger and wiped Chance’s cum off her cheek and chin. As Mike stopped the car, she leaned over to kiss him and he heard Chance tell him how incredible that was.

Amanda responded to Chance, “It was my pleasure” and turned to Mike and whispered, “Baby, can we go inside, please?” As soon as they entered the room, Mike took her into his arms, kissing her deeply, then backed her to the dresser; turning and bending her over. Chance pressed the door closed and locked it.

“You are so wet, baby.” He pulled up her skirt and slid in easily in one thrust. He felt her squeeze down around his rock hard cock. The muscles tightened as he plunged in and out fast; fucking her hard and deep.

“Yesssss” she cried out as Chance seated himself to watch… she could feel Mike’s excitement. He was harder than she’d ever felt him. Looking over her shoulder she asked, “Did that turn you on, baby, seeing me suck off Chance?”

“God, YESSSS!” Mike told her…. “And I think Chance is enjoying watching me fucking you. I can see that he is getting hard again.” Amanda looked over to see Chance sitting beside the table stroking his stiff cock, watching while she was pleasured by her man. He was waiting for his turn. “He’s waiting for his chance to plunge into your wet tight pussy, baby.” Mike gasped, “Oh, god, baby, I can’t last…” She pushed back hard on his cock, her ass tight up against him, his balls slapping loudly. She felt him convulse and tense. Arching her back, she felt him shoot, taking her deep. Mike’s cum was hot and hit her hard, pushing her over the edge. Her orgasm slammed into her as his cum washed back over his cock, churning as he continued to pump.

“Yess” Mike said, “I love it creamy and it’s gonna get creamier!

“Are you thinking of adding more, baby?” She giggled as she gasped for air.

“He will. He’s ready again.” Mike said.

“I need to lie on the bed, love; my knees are weak and my legs too,” Amanda cried. Mike picked her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her gently in the center, and moved aside as Chance crawled up onto the bed. Pushing her legs up, he climbed between them. Mike could see his cum spilling from her sloppy pussy as Chance slipped in. His cock pushed it out, so much of it. She was so slick and he was so very hard.

Mike saw her eyes glaze over. Her hands clasped the sheets at her side and Chance heard her gasp, “Fuck me hard.” Both heard him growl. He thrust deep. He pulled almost out and plunged in fast. He was in such a state, out of control, full of animal lust. He pounded her harder and faster, fucking her deep. She could barely breathe. Mike could hear her groan and knew she was about to cum.

They heard Chance growl deep and low. Amanda tensed, her muscles locked up, clamped down on him, her pussy squeezed him and he cried out that he’s there. That pushed her over the edge again; her body shook as wave after wave of sensation flooded up and through her. While he came, the sounds as his cock pumped her juicy pussy were loud. When she bucked and jerked, her muscles convulsed around his cock, milking it. So much cum, she was flooded. It was dripping out under her, spilling out and running down her legs, puddling under her ass.

The room was filled with the smell of sex. Chance pulled out, rolling to the side; her legs gave out and she collapsed on the bed. As she lay gasping for air, her chest heaving, she tugged Mike to her. Pulling him down beside her, she whispered in his ear, “Did you like that, baby?”

“Oh, my god, yesssssssss” was Mike’s answer.

“Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy, Amanda. We should say thanks to Chance too, but I think he fell asleep.”

As they lay together whispering about the excitement this fantasy inspired, their hands gently explored. This sharing of the experience was almost as erotic as the event for Mike. Amanda had discovered over the last several months of online canlı bahis siteleri relationship…his love of dialog, inter-action, the visual painting of the scene….how all of it heightened his pleasure.

As they discussed the evening’s events, she could feel Mike beginning to tighten up. His muscles tensed, as her hand brushed lightly over his cock. It jumped and began to rise. When she told Mike how she felt as she sucked on Chance’s hard cock in the car, she could see his breath quicken. Her hand continued its soothing and smoothing over Mike’s body while they replayed this night’s pleasurable moments. She reminded him of the excitement he created with his encouragement; that memory triggered an identical physical response. Mike’s cock jumped and slapped the palm of her caressing hand. Amanda said, “I remember, Mike, how incredibly hard you got, sitting in the front seat of the car, watching pleasure being given by your lady. You are almost that hard right now just thinking about it.”

Mike’s hand soothed over the tops of her legs, circling closer and tighter. “You love doing this to me, don’t you?” Mike whispered.

“Mike, I do love doing this to you. I get hot when I excite you. I get wet watching you swell and grow. When we do this online, I imagine you sitting in front of me stroking your cock as visions of my dripping pussy dance in your head,” Amanda said as she reached out and slipped 2 fingers between her slit, just far enough in to wet them….then raised them to Mike’s lips for him to taste the sweet juice he created.

“Every time we talk I get such vivid pictures of you. My mind races whenever you describe things to me. When we relive a particularly hot encounter, I cum so hard, I practically explode.” Mike said.

“Oh, baby, I hear that tingle of excitement in your voice as you build; like now, you start to breathe short and quick; your voice drops several octaves. It’s so sexy,” was her throaty answer.

“Amanda, baby, when you reach that level in your excitement, you get this little quiver in your voice. I don’t know how to describe it other than, fucking sexy. It sets me off and there is nothing I’d rather do than fuck you.” Mike whispered, barely able to speak.

“Like now, baby? Can you feel the excitement in me? You are vibrating with it. I can feel it through the bed.” Taking her hand away from Mike’s cock, she sat up and faced his hard body. She leaned over and traced her tongue down the side of his shaft. Behind him Chance stirred and opened heavy eyes to see her tongue disappear between Mike’s balls. They both heard his groan and felt him shift on the bed. As Amanda continued to lap at Mike, Chance rolled to his side, raised his head to rest on his arm and softly stroked his stiffening cock as he watched her pleasure Mike in the same manner that she pleasured him earlier. To Mike she whispered, “This is how it felt to Chance.” To Chance she whispered, “Remember this, baby? Remember how it felt, having my lips on you? My tongue flicking across your wet tip; my lips nibbling up and down the sides?”

Lying between Mike’s spread legs, she took his balls in the palm of one hand, rolling them, caressing them, while her lips slipped between, finding their way up that path to encounter that puckered little hole. Her tongue circled and licked. Pressing and teasing, Mike began to writhe on the bed beneath her. With each moan, he got closer to that edge. Chance exhaled a moan to rival Mike.

Pulling Mike’s ass up off the bed, she pushed her tongue all the way into that little brown hole. Chance gasped as Mike cried out loudly, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”. And she continued to plunge in and out, fucking his ass with lightening fast flicks of her tongue. It was taking both her hands to hold his ass to her mouth, her lips locked around him as she sucked; licked and then plunged her tongue back in again. Up onto her knees, holding Mike to her face, she felt Chance’s hand slide under her and 3 fingers slammed into her dripping pussy.

She rocked back onto his hand and all but sucked his whole hand into her. She was so wet that part of his fist spread her wide as she rode his hand. She slipped her tongue out of Mike’s ass and caught his throbbing cock with her mouth; swallowing him down the back of her throat. She gulped and swallowed as he pulsed harder edging closer to climax.

Chance finger fucked her over the edge and she screamed, “Oh, my god, I’m cumming.” Mike tightened up and thrust one last time into her mouth to explode down her throat. Chance pumped his cock one last time and he exploded over her back and ass, covering her with hot cream. She felt Chance lean into her and he pushed her down onto Mike. They all lay still, panting, in a tangle of naked bodies. “Can we just stay here tonight, Mike? I’m not sure any of us is capable of driving right now.” Amanda gasped.

Mike chuckled, “I’m not sure I can even walk. What about you, Chance? You need to be somewhere?”

As Chance rolled off Amanda’s back, tugging her close to him, she snuggled her back up to his front and pulled Mike to her. They lay together spooning while Chance answered, “Do you think they will tow my truck at the bar before tomorrow?” Those were the last words spoken as they drifted off to sleep.

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