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He was sitting outside the coffee shop, sipping a hot drink and people watching. It wasn’t the greatest place for that, being basically a concrete patio across from a gas station at a strip mall development, but it was better than nothing. There was reading for school, and a few other things, but right now he just wanted a cleared mind and to just watch. It was a lovely night, perfect, not too windy, not too cool, and not buggy at all. It was beautiful out.

Cars pulled in and out of the small parking lot, some for the coffee shop, some for the chain pseudo-hip takeout place next door. It seemed to split by sex: women at the coffee shop, men to the restaurant. He idly watched some of the women going to the coffee shop; some of them were really nice. The weather helped with a decent show of skin.

His coffee was about gone, and he made the decision to refill it despite the late-ish time, risking sleep problems for the quiet enjoyment he was having. He had school tomorrow, and the first class was some remedial thing filled with kids, not the returning adults like himself, and it wasn’t usually anything intense. He got up and walked in to chat with the musician kid at the counter and get his refill.

The cup was refilled and the casual conversation was over, and he was headed back out, when a woman wearing a startling pink hoodie came in. Actually, she more stormed in than anything, looking frustrated and annoyed, banging the door as she came in. He made eye contact in passing, and recognized her as someone he knew fairly well. She was in several of his classes, and he’d had her in small groups and in a study group. He racked his brain quickly for a name, (he was bad with names) and then remembered:

“Aviva.”

She stopped, turned, looked him square in the face, and said his name instantly: “Lee?”

He sort of raised his coffee cup and made a gesture of greeting, then continued casino siteleri outside. He watched her make a purchase of a cup of something and a cookie, and noted she looked totally irritated. She paid and stomped back toward the door, banging it open again on exiting. She stopped suddenly when she reached open air, looked around and located him, and strode over to his table.

“Do you mind if I sit down?” she asked.

He waved at the other chair, and she plopped down with a huffing sound. She unwrapped the cookie and ate it in three or four bites while crumpling the crinkly paper with her free hand. He studied her a little more, and mentally compared her to his ex-wife. His wife had been slender and tall, almost skinny sometimes, and had long, dark hair. Aviva was short, had short brown hair with some swoopy cut that swung in front of her eyes all the time, and was of nearly completely average appearance. Average. She was overweight by about an average amount, had an average figure, kind of average height; she wasn’t really attractive, but not horrible-looking either, just… average. He remembered her better now, and she was usually nice and pleasant, if a bit loud. He’d had several conversations with her of a completely friendly nature, and that, he guessed, was average too.

He remembered something else, too, and decided on a conversation topic. “How’s your son?” She had a boy from some other relationship, but he knew she was single now.

She made a face. “He’s off at my aunt’s for a weekend sleepover with a bunch of other kids. He’s having a ball. He hasn’t called or anything.”

The ice broken, Lee made small talk, about school, the weather, etcetera, while Aviva made noncommittal, almost grunting responses, mixed with short comments of a crabby nature. At one point she closed her eyes and rested her head on an open palm, elbow propped on the table, sipping her drink straw out slot oyna of the corner of her mouth. He was starting to get a little annoyed with the pathetic state of the company, and turned to people watch some more, preparing to ignore her, but before he wrote it off he asked, “What’s up that you’re in such a bad mood?”

She placed her cup carefully away from her, folded her arms and leaned forward on them, cradling her average-sized breasts in her forearms, and sighed in a deeply frustrated manner. She followed that with the statement, “I’m horny and frustrated.”

Lee wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, so he turned sideways a little, involuntarily wondering if anyone else had heard her say that, and when he turned back she was waiting, face to him, almost glaring.

“And it’s PISSING ME OFF,” she said.

He paused, then responded, “Oh,” and instantly felt stupid.

Aviva kept glaring at him. After a while, she went on. “I made one booty call and that guy’s hooked up now, or I can go home, which isn’t the same thing, or I could go out to the bars and hope for the best with some dummy for a one-nighter, which I think is fucking irresponsible.” She ground her teeth. “My son is safe and at his aunt’s, I got the whole frigging weekend, and I’m horny and it’s pissing me off!” She turned on Lee again, glaring.

They sat in loaded silence for a while, watching people go by, in and out, clutching sacks, some alone, some coupled, some with kids.

Aviva finally said, “What about you? You seeing anybody?” She thought for a minute, rolling her eyes up, thinking. “You’re divorced, or separated, or something, right? You’re single?”

Surprised, Lee said, “Well, yeah, I’m single, pretty much.”

“Pretty much what? You are or you aren’t.”

“Well, we’re legally separated, but we can’t get divorced for another three months. State law. So…”

Aviva said, “Who left? canlı casino siteleri Her or you?”

He sat back, a little disturbed. “She did.”

His newly-found companion stated bluntly, “Give it up. She’s not coming back. When a guy leaves there’s a chance, but when the chick walks out, that’s it. Give it up.” She swiveled her head back and forth, and her hair swished around her face. “What are you up to tonight? Don’t tell me you’re busy.”

He shook his head. “I’m not.”

“Then let’s get it on. Let’s go. You seem nice enough.”

He was genuinely taken aback. “Are you serious? Just like that?”

Aviva said, “Sure, why not? You’re clean, right? So let’s go, I’ve got condoms. My place is close.”

He stared.

She huffed in frustration. “Come on, you’re not going to pass up a free fuck!”

Lee sat silently, thinking, honestly, about his separated wife, feeling conflicted. Aviva moved her chair back and made an expression of incredulity. “You’re kidding!” She waited, then said, “You’re a dumbass.”

He got offended. “That’s pretty rude.”

Aviva got up, and he thought she was walking away, but she stood in one spot, fished in a front pocket and produced a phone. “I’m going to make a call,” she said, and pointed an average finger at his chest. “Stay put.” She walked slightly outside of hearing range, near the parking lot, and talked animatedly for a minute or two. She returned, snapping the device shut and reinserting it in her pocket. “Okay,” she said, “Here it is. I’ll sweeten the deal. I called my sister, she’ll come over, and you can do us both.” The frustrated single mother propped a hand on a hip. “Don’t tell me you’re going to pass that up.”

Lee leaned forward, unprepared for the new offer, mouth open.

Aviva looked down at him and said, “Well? You in?”

He tried to think, maybe he should ask what her sister looked like, or something, but thought in that same split-second she was likely average too, and gave it up. Trying to be cool he made his decision and said, “Yeah.”

Except he couldn’t help it, and his cool-guy ‘Yeah’ came out more like, “Dyuh-huh.”

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*Hey y’all. It was nice to have a break with no dangling story threads to worry about.

This story was one I had cooking for the Halloween story contest, but it took me a few extra months to finish it. For anyone who has read my ‘Bottom Tier’ stories, this is more of that format.

This story, as it stands alone, is a complete story with a beginning, a middle, and an end. If I never wrote another chapter of it again, I wouldn’t feel guilty.

That being said, I feel like I’m not quite done with Willem and Isaac.

Please enjoy!

All Characters are 18+*

*

“The unfinished house has been reported to be ‘haunted’ because of the abnormally high rate of accidents within. Four men have been injured in the wreckage, which doesn’t seem unusual, but the odd thing is that these only seem to happen at night, when the men weren’t even supposed to be in the building, weren’t even on duty.”

Willem was in a bar, so he watched the scrolling black subtitles under the woman’s earnest face to get the news story. The woman’s face was occasionally replaced with pictures of the building, a derelict old house with peeling blue paint and a sagging roof. And then again to a hospital, showing the four injured men with their faces blurred.

Willem couldn’t be sure without seeing the faces, but he thought he could see some of the telltale signs. He reached for the bowl of pretzels and popped the stale snacks in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. The screen was reflected in his pale grey eyes.

“The company in charge of construction has told us that there has been some untoward behavior, drinking and partying in the ruins at night, and that any injuries are the fault of this behavior. However, we have testimony from a worker who will be referred to as ‘C’, who states that each of the men was in the building alone, while the injuries occurred. This is Laurie Dhue, from Fox News.”

Willem rolled his eyes. Fox was bound to report it wrong, but it wouldn’t kill him to look. Activity was rare in the small town that he lived in, but Minneapolis was only an hour’s drive away. If it really was something above and beyond human stupidity, maybe Willem could do something to help.

It would only be a little while until the deaths started, if it really was what Willem thought it was.

Willem glanced around the bar. It wasn’t a loud flashy bar, but just a quiet hole in the wall where men could meet and hook up. Willem knew most of the regulars, but there was a sweet young thing at the other end of the bar, looking around nervously and nursing a beer.

He had to be one of the kids from the college, sneaking away to the next town over to avoid being seen. He had shaggy brown hair and slim shoulders. He was dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt and converse sneakers. He seemed to be trying to take in everything at once with his wide green eyes.

Willem moved over and sat next to the young man, who glanced at him, startled. Like a rabbit in a den of weasels.

“Buy you a drink?” Willem said smoothly, gesturing to the beer glass, nearly empty.

“Um, sure?” The kid couldn’t have seemed less sure. He was eyeing Willem warily. Willem just gave his most charming smile and gestured for the barkeeper.

“Top off this young man’s drink, and give me a Cuba Libre.”

The drinks were in front of the pair in less than a minute. Bud Lite, and coke and rum with lime. Willem took a sip of his drink and started to talk to the young man, who loosened up slightly. The young man’s name was Maxwell.

It was getting to be about eleven when Willem put his hand on the young man’s shoulder for the first time. “Tomorrow is a Saturday, do you have any obligations?”

Maxwell glanced at the older man that had approached him in the bar. There was something about Willem that he couldn’t put his finger on. Something frightening. Physically, he was just a tall slim man with dark red hair and a great smile and sexy grey eyes. Good looking, with a nice physique and a touch of chivalry, buying the drinks and acting the gentleman. He should have been all over the guy.

But Max just couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about Willem.

“I’m very sorry.” The young man murmured, getting up. “I… I have somewhere I need to be tomorrow. Here.”

Maxwell was fumbling money from his wallet, blushing bright red.

Willem sighed. “You’ve had a bit to drink. Let me call you a cab. No, no keep your money. I had a nice time and a nice talk.”

Willem made sure to see the tipsy boy into a cab and back to the college. He was in a darker mood than he appeared. All he could think about was the stream of handsome faces that had hesitated before coming to his bed, or made sure to get away after they had slept with him once.

He was an attractive man, a kind, intelligent, and successful man. Modesty wasn’t his strong point, but he knew that he was good in bed.

But he always drove them away. They could always sense that something wasn’t casino siteleri quite right.

Willem walked out to his car. He had nursed one drink all night long and wasn’t feeling the effects. He started to drive north to Minneapolis. He was angry, and he hoped that there really was a demon in that house. He wanted to take out his anger on something.

—

Eli Burns had shut down the construction site. The injuries were more baffling and complex than anyone knew. He had shut down the construction site after the first two incidents, but another of his men had wandered in late at night, and the most recent attack was on a local homeless man.

Nobody but the police and the contractor knew that they were attacks.

The four men in the hospital had each lost a huge impossible amount of weight in one night. Almost forty pounds on one of them. They all had burn marks around their lips and genitals and eyes. The last man hadn’t yet woken up, and the other three remembered nothing.

Eli Burns knew that it wasn’t his fault. The first had been deemed a freak accident and the entire foundation had been searched, safety and security had been tightened, and hours had been reduced. After the second attack he had stopped the project indefinitely.

He had reacted properly, and yet if the attacks continued, he would turn into the scapegoat. He already knew that the media was trying to pin it on him, making it seem as if construction had continued after the horrible injuries.

He heard a knock on the door of his office and checked the clock. It was after midnight. Who the hell was here after midnight? Burns was here for the overtime himself, knowing that it might be a while before he got paid at all, much less overtime.

“If you’re with the press, television, radio, anything at all, fuck off. No comment, no trespassing.”

He thought that whoever had come knocking had left, but then he heard a soft male voice. “How long did the comas last? It’s hard to get information from the hospital.”

Eli Burns froze.

“I didn’t commit the crimes, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I know that I can stop them.”

“Who are you?” Eli snarled, grasping his company-issued cell phone in his hand, ready to flip it open with his thumb.

“My name is Willem, and I’m afraid you might have an infestation. With creatures like this, it only takes one or two to qualify as an infestation. I’m something of an exterminator.”

Burns wanted to flip open the cell phone and call the police badly. But something in the man’s voice reassured him.

“Trust me. You don’t have to see me, or speak to me again, but I can get rid of your problem. I just need some information.”

“Why should I trust you? You could be the attacker! What do you want, money?”

“I am not the attacker, and no, I do this service for free. Just tell me what you know about the victims so I can know what I’m dealing with. I don’t need to know names or phone numbers. Just the gender, age, and symptoms.”

Eli relaxed slightly, keeping his hand on the phone.

“Three construction workers and one bum. All were men. Forty-year-old hispanic fellow, thirty-eight-year-old white guy, twenty-six-year-old white guy. The bum was black, and they don’t know his age. Each of them was in a coma for three to five days after their attack, and they all had burns on their eyelids, mouths, tongues, and dicks. They don’t remember anything, not even the day before they were attacked, and the bum still hasn’t woken up.”

“Thank you, I’ll take care of your problem now. If you call the authorities, and trust me, I’ll know if you call them. I wont.”

Then the voice was gone.

Eli glanced down at his cell phone. There was no way the guy could know if he called the authorities, was there?

Eli decided to wait one night, then alert building security. He stayed in his office all night though, afraid to walk out before all of the building’s lights were turned on.

—

Willem stood in the middle of the empty street, eyeing the sagging yellow police tape that had been strewn over the chain-link fence surrounding the house. Some construction equipment lingered, cinderblocks and plywood, but the vehicles were gone.

Something was in there, and Willem knew what it was almost one hundred percent. He hadn’t had to deal with a succubus in a long while, but at least he knew it would be easy. Most demons were like animals, harmless if left alone. Willem usually only had to deal with the ones that were frightened or crazed by busy cities or humans that could see them. But succubi and incubi were a different story. They were malicious sexual vampires that fed off of living energy.

He quickly climbed the chain link fence and landed on the torn-up mud that had once been the yard. He climbed through a smashed window and looked around in the near-darkness, his pale eyes glowing very slightly.

He was surprised to hear a soft mewling sob. “Hello?” Willem murmured, flexing his hands. As slot oyna long as he could get a hold of a demon, it was as good as dead. “Who’s there?”

Willem moved over the creaking and rotten floorboards, following the sobbing. A quavering voice whispered, and Willem strained his ears to hear.

“Papa?” The voice whispered. “Papa? Is that you?”

Willem felt cold. Had the succubus dragged some little kid in here? The voice sounded older, husky, but even a grown man could be reduced to begging for his mother and father after a succubus was through with him.

Willem turned the corner into some sort of living room. There was no furniture, but something small was huddled in the corner under a pile of stiff canvas drop-sheets, splattered with pale blue paint.

“Papa?” Whispered the pile of drop-sheets.

Then, the creature inside pulled back a sheet to reveal a dark mussed head with a pale heart-shaped face. Dazed glassy eyes peered out into the moonlit room. Willem squinted, and he saw the tiny horns in the messy black hair. They were like sheep horns, ribbed and curled slightly back, but what was unusual was the size. Willem had seen incubi and succubi before, and they had horns as long as a man’s arm. This dazed and confused little creature only had horns the size of a curled finger.

“I’m so hungry, Papa.” The little creature whispered. “So cold… Papa?”

“Yes, I’m here son.” Willem murmured, curious. He paced several yards away, knowing that these demons could be fast if they needed to be. The strange little incubus crawled out of the drop-sheets.

Small and skinny though he was, tufts of dark hair under his arms and between his thighs revealed him to be older than Willem thought. His hair was a tangled rat’s nest and his horns were shiny-black. His eyes were dazed and dark and hungry, and his skin was moon-pale. He lacked the great raven-wings that Willem had seen time and time again, and only had tiny vestigial wings on his shoulder blades.

The boy was crawling to him on his hands and knees, and Willem felt the glammour. The boy was alluring enough, but he felt the attraction that could be used to draw humans in. The boy flopped onto his back, spreading his legs to show the surprisingly large and thick penis that swelled into a powerful erection. Underneath the penis was a set of heavy testes and a small twitching pink hole, lined with crinkly dark hairs.

The eyes were dazed and hungry. Willem could see the little creature’s ribs and hip bones. He was trembling.

“Hungry little incubus… why are you so small? Are you a baby?”

The boy shook his head, even more confused. “Papa?”

Willem shook his head, walking in circles, keeping his distance. His own erection distended the crotch of his jeans, but he kept himself removed, protected from the little incubus’ glammour by his own force. “No, not a baby. Even baby incubi have large horns, and a tail. Do you have a tail? Little one?”

The boy rolled over onto his hands and knees, following him like a stray dog. He could see a long fuzzy tail, like a cat’s tail. Except that it forked at the end into two separate swishing limbs.

“Papa?” The boy mewled.

Willem shook his head slowly and sadly. “I’m not your Papa… You killed him, didn’t you? You’re a halfling. Was it your mother or your father that was human?”

The boy shook his head slowly. The creature was very confused and weak from hunger. Willem knew that he should just swallow the little halfling up, end it’s misery, but he was so curious.

He unbuckled his belt and pushed his underwear down, revealing his angry red cock. “You are a mystery, little one. I’ll feed you, and you can tell me how you came to be.”

The creature’s dull eyes brightened with hunger and he lay on his back, spreading his legs, showing his genitals and that tiny pucker.

Willem got on his hands and knees over the little creature and cradled the large cock of the tiny incubus in his hand. He stroked it, watching precome dribble from the swollen red tip. He had to be a halfling… Incubi and a Succubi were as ethereal as any other demon, only materializing when they felt like it. This boy was very solid, very real. The little halfling mewed when Willem stroked his heavy cock. When Willem let go, the tip of the boy’s massive cock dribbled precome into the boy’s navel.

Willem touched the little dimple in the boy’s stomach. As a rule, if a demon had a navel, it was just stage dressing. Part of a disguise. This navel was real. This child had been born of a human womb. That meant that an Incubus had been the father. Interesting.

Willem was jolted out of his thoughts by the boy squirming under him. Willem watched warily as the boy got on his hands and knees, facing the strange man who had entered the half-made home.

The boy caressed Willem’s cock. His hand was small, the skin white. Willem was shocked by how warm those slim fingers were on his thick cock. Feverish, almost. the boy opened his mouth, but Willem halted canlı casino siteleri him.

“Hold on there, little one. Open your mouth, let me see what you have in there.”

The halfling looked up at him. His dark eyes were round and sleepy and confused. He opened his mouth, sticking out a pink tongue, and showing where his canines came to very slight blunt points. Barely noticeable. More noticeable was the tattoo on the soft pink surface of that tongue. The faded symbols.

Willem put his thumb on the halfling’s pointed chin and held his mouth open a moment longer, to satisfy himself.

“You have sharp little teeth my friend… Do you promise to be careful if I let you suck my cock?” Willem kept his voice gentle. The halfling was weak from hunger, and soothed by Willem’s soft words. He cooed and sucked gently on Willem’s fingertips.

Willem was on his knees, and he leaned back slightly, feeling the floor creak softly under his weight. His cock was thick and angry red. His circumcision scar was uneven, from some minor lapse of attention on the part of some doctor twenty-seven years prior. Twenty seven years of near-constant proximity with demons that gave him his power.

The little demon crawled up, his vestigial black wings trembling. Wisps of black down rained down to the floor. He lowered his head, with the little black horns gleaming like ebony. He stuck out his soft pink tongue and licked his cock hungrily.

“Feed all you like little one… I have a bit too much for you to ever really drain.” Willem murmured. He touched the halfling’s hair, stroking gently as the demon started to suck, his throat bobbing as if he were drinking, though all he did was gently suck Willem’s cock.

The demon was trembling with ecstasy. That fat long cock was throbbing between those slender white thighs as he bowed his head to suck the stranger’s cock. The stranger wasn’t a little man like the others. The stranger was a big man. Full of essence. Full of food. The little demon was starved for it, almost as badly as he craved the gentle touch of the stranger’s hand.

He tried to control himself as he had with the others. He didn’t want to kill the stranger, who stroked his hair and spoke to him kindly. He couldn’t stop sucking. The man was so delicious. The man was going to die. He was going to suck all of his life out of him and then he wouldn’t just sleep, like the others. He would die, like papa.

The demon started to cry, tears dribbling down his cheeks. Slow hot tears.

“Why are you crying, little one?” The Willem whispered. The demon looked up at him, those hungry sleepy eyes full of shock and awe. Willem smiled, showing teeth that also came to very slight points. His grey eyes glowed in the darkness, shedding faint silver light on the halfling’s awed face.

“You and I have a bit in common, little one. You are too hungry to listen now, but I will tell you. Just as soon as you have a nice long feed.”

Willem reached into his shoulder bag and slathered his cock with lube from a small bottle. It was a good thing that he had been at the bar before pursuing this little interloper. The demon was as substantial as he was, and needed the lubricant as a human boy would have.

The boy saw what he was doing, and dropped to his back, spreading and folding his legs to show his asshole. His long cock lay on his belly, leaking precome. The little halfling mewled with hunger as the man got down on his knees and lined up the tip of his lubed cock with the demon’s asshole.

The halfling’s dark muddy eyes opened very wide and his mouth opened and he let out a little shriek of ecstasy and pain. Willem panted. He could feel the halfling feeding, trying to suck out all of his life energy to make it his own. But Willem had more energy than the little halfling had ever experienced before, and the halfling was writhing with ecstasy.

The little demon had a hot ass. Willem felt like the hot muscles were softening to accommodate him, opening to his cock like a flower to a bee. He hadn’t meant to really fuck the boy, just to dip the head of his cock in and allow the boy to feed. But now that he realized he would be able to stick his entire manhood in the boy’s excellent little ass, he was starting to have second thoughts.

He put his hands on the boy’s soft stomach. “Are you hungry, little one?”

The boy was feeding. The shadows under his ribs were almost gone, the gaunt look of his hips was softening. His eyes were changing color. But the boy nodded, panting high and hot and soft.

Willem grinned, his pointed teeth clicking together with delight. “Well alright then.”

He put one hand on the boy’s slim thigh and the other on his shoulder and he heaved with his hips. The stroke was enough to move the boy’s entire body and make him wail. His muddy brown eyes were wide with shock, and his back arched high, his little vestigial wings fluttering under the half-moon curve of his spine.

The boy’s eyes had changed. Willem thought, as he moved slowly in and out of the boy’s hot tight little hole. The boy clung to his shoulders, panting quickly, his eyes fluttering with ecstasy. Willem could see the eyes changing. From black, to dark muddy brown, to a deep cherry red.

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For Cinner

The flowers were a stark contrast to the world she has so recently left. They were gaily colored and scented the air of sweetness and wilderness. Their very existence seemed to drive the gray world outside into the shadows, rendering it a memory, an impotent force behind the walls of delicate, colorful petals. How he had come by these flowers was a mystery but one she accepted happily and without question. So many times things had happened between them where she could find no way to rationally explain what he had done or how he had done it. As with her trust in him, she learned to accept these things as they happened, to accept them without question and to revel in them as a private gift for her alone as if bestowed by some secret house faeries.

It took her several moments of smiling at the myriad colors about her to realize that he had removed her shoes while she slept, as well as her jacket, and the light woolen cap that had so feebly encapsulated her hair against the wind outside. The room was already warmer though it would never be as warm as it was during the summer days. That was one of the sacrifices to have the solitude of their refuge. She knew plenty of warmth would be generated in other ways and that the cold did magical, delicious things to her body when properly applied.

The sky outside that had been dull gray upon their arrival now loomed as inky blackness beyond the window panes, night having fallen swiftly and silently as it did in this place at this time of year. Along with the walls of flower petals that kept the darkness and cold at bay a brace of candles and oil hurricane lamps doused the room in soft yellow light. She could still hear the jazz playing from the old radio and the sounds of her man puttering about outside the bedroom. She did not want to leave the comfort of her quilted flower cocoon but her appetites had grown while she slept and so, with a little sigh, she pushed the blankets from atop her and swung her feet to the ground. A pair of fur-lined house shoes waited and she slipped her dainty feet into them, enjoying their snug softness, capturing the heat left in her toes and socks. Though a woolen house coat hung from the back of the casino siteleri bedroom door, she was warm enough in her jeans and sweater to brave the other rooms without it.

The main room of the cottage doubled as both a common living area and a dining area. A small table sat with four chairs before the double windows that opened upon the deck outside the front door. Opposite the windows, door, and table was an old but terribly comfortable sofa, draped with a white knitted throw and decorated with several small pillows. An end table at one end held another hurricane lamp and a small collection of books. She giggled to herself at the sight of these books. There as precious little time to read while they took their refuge but on those occasions that presented themselves, the books always played a delicious part in their time alone.

She leaned against the frame of the bedroom door, watching him as he worked in the small kitchen opposite the bedroom on the other side of the common living and dining area. A pot on the stove steamed merrily away while a small saucepan simmered the scent of warmed butter through the air. A bottle of white wine sat uncorked at the edge of the counter and two glasses stood dutiful sentry, waiting to fulfill their purpose in existence. She cast a quick glance to her left down the one impossibly small hallway the led to the second of three small bedrooms and the small bathroom. This area of the cottage was still dark but she knew that he had been through these areas already while she slept, preparing them as with each room so that the entire cottage would be lived and loved in before their time here was up.

“Did you rest well?” he asked as he stopped working in the kitchen to watch her. His smile and voice filled her with warmth and stirred her appetites more.

“Of course, how could I not?” she replied as she walked to join him in the kitchen. It was warmer here, the steam and heat from the pots on the stove raising the temperature to a point that was almost uncomfortable in comparison to the rest of the cottage. She leaned into his kiss, her head tilted and mouth open in willing supplication. Her world shrunk in a fraction of an instant to the delicate pieces slot oyna of flesh that touched upon their lips, electricity crackling between them with the intensity of the kiss. Their tongues caressed one another, adding another heady layer to her world of concentrated sensation. Her knees buckled and she sagged against him as one arm circled her back, drawing her against his chest, while the other caressed the soft skin beneath her sweater above the swell of her hips. His hands were warm and light on her skin as they moved beneath her sweater. When his one free hand cupped her heavy breast through its delicate lacy sheath she moaned deeply into his mouth and felt her most delicate and intimate of areas melt into molten stickiness between her thighs. This refuge, their time here in this place, was always like this for her, like another world, a world where every feeling, every sensation, every passion, was amplified and redoubled to the point where she simply did not think it possible to take any more. But she always did take more and did so willingly, greedily, and insatiably.

The orgasm that ripped through her body came suddenly, exploding from her lips, across her tongue, across both her breasts, her erect nipples, down from her navel and into the minty sweet depths of her sex. His one hand had found her nipple through her bra and pinched it roughly at the same moment his other hand had slipped inside the back of her jeans and cupped her taut buttocks in his hand, the dual sensations triggering the orgasm. She had not even realized that he had unbuttoned her jeans while she slept so that when they embraced her clothes were rendered barely a barrier against his loving and skillful touches.

She rode the spasms of her orgasm, her mind splintered into the sensations of her lips, her sex, her breasts, her buttocks, her nipples, her tongue. He continued to hold her and kiss her deeply as she came down from the orgasm with a shiver of delight. She broke their kiss and looked him in the eye before whispering in a lust-filled throaty voice, “Thank you.”

It was his turn to chuckle now. “I knew that was that you wanted first, most, from the way you kissed me. There will be plenty more later.” canlı casino siteleri He kissed her again, less deeply but no less passionately. “Why don’t you pour the wine and have a seat?”

She smiled mischievously back at him as their bodies separated. Making to button her jeans, she instead slipped her hand inside and reached down into her panties. They wear already soaked with her juices, ready to be tossed away, but time for that would come later. A groan escaped her lips as she ran two fingers down the length of her dripping sex, stopping to rub a few searing circles around her engorged clit, before slipping down to dip inside her body. She removed her fingers and brought them to his lips where his tongue flicked out to lap her arousal from them. Another shiver went down her spine and sparked another orgasm as her wet fingers slipped into his mouth, their eyes locked, hers pleading with excitement as his tongue moved over her fingers seeking to taste any drop of her nectar still on them. She thrilled at the power he had over her body and her mind, her appetites.

Withdrawing her fingers from his mouth, she leaned forward, kissed him again, and this time did up the button on her jeans. A very clear spot of wetness spread across the crotch of her jeans and she luxuriated in the sensation of her wet panties rubbing against her sex as she took the bottle of wine and glasses and walked over to the table.

He joined her a few moments later, carrying the large pot from the stove, removing the lid with a flourish of steam and the smell of cooked seafood flooding moistly into the air. Inside the pot were several steamed lobsters, the cold water lobsters of the northern coastal waters of their refuge, whose delicate white meat was as sweet and delicious as grapes plumped with rainwater and afternoons of radiant sunlight. Paired with the butter melted on the stove, the lobster was a delicate and decadent treat in which they indulged as part of their refuge ritual. He bent down to kiss her as she sat at the little table before the windows, pressing a pair of nut crackers into her hands.

“Dig in, kitten,” he said with a smile, knowing that this feast and their touches just moments before would only serve to make her appetites for him grow even more. She knew this too and, after taking a healthy drink of the delicious white wine, chose her first victim of the evening just as she knew she was already chosen as his…

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A true story.

I’m Emma a 26 year old from Australia, and this story is based on actual true events that happened to me at an expo style event in Sydney called Sexpo.

I had been asked by a few girl friends to go out in the city, we had planned to go to a bar and have a few drinks then onto the expo before heading out for the night.

At the bar we had a few guys buy us drinks and chat us up as usual, but it was fun and by the time we left the bar we were all a bit tipsy. We were all dressed for a night out and all in a fun mood as we paid and went into the expo.

Truthfully I was curious as to what would be inside having never been to anything like this before. We walked through the isles looking at all the different stands and shows, it seemed to get quite busy in parts and I’ve never before seen so many sex toys.

There were a few shows on stage at different times and lots of guys trying to sell you stuff and chat you up.

Walking down one isle we came across a stand and it had a huge crowd around it, at first we couldn’t get right up the front but eventually managed and saw two girls sitting on some pink machines. Later the crowd thinned out a bit and we watched as a girl sat casino siteleri on the machine and the guy there was talking to her and after a few minutes she jumped off blushing and shaking.

A few of my friends ended up talking myself and Lisa my friend into having a turn, not sure if we’d like it or not we tentatively hopped on the machines and listened to what we had to do. As we sat there and got comfy they turned the machines on, which made me half jump at first. Then as we sat there laughing at each other it began to feel quite nice, I mean really nice. They told us to, “relax and close our eyes and think of the best sex we have ever had”. As I did this I began to really enjoy it, the speed kept increasing which only increased the sensations.

As I was on the machine feeling the vibrations I didn’t think about anything but the pleasure I was feeling, my mind went to another place and without realizing I was grinding myself on the machine and began having an orgasm. My legs were shaking and I felt so hot I began sweating and panting. They turned the machines off and asked us how it was?

All I could say was “it was yes, it was great”.

Everyone was laughing at us as we wandered off into the crowd having slot oyna just been given an orgasm by a guy I didn’t even know. We went to the bar and all had a few drinks and chatted about what had just happened. The other girls wanted a turn too, but wouldn’t unless someone did it with them, so I was voted as the one to ride the other machine.

We walked about and all I could think about was that machine, so eventually we found ourselves back at the “Sex Machines Australia stand”. They invited us back in to have another turn and within a few minutes I was seated on the pink machine again, my wet panties pushed up into my swollen damp, juicy pussy. Then they started it again and off we went again. This time I knew what to expect and found myself in that space in my head again. My hips thrusting grinding my sex into this hot pink sex machine. One of my girl friends was holding me, and talking to me as I went onto another orgasm. This time they didn’t stop it, but kept it going and I couldn’t hop off. I was going from one orgasm to the next and moaning as I ground my clitty against the pad thingy I was sitting on. I began to feel myself getting so horny I didn’t want to stop it. I could feel how hot, how wet I was getting. I looked canlı casino siteleri at my girlfriend and she could see my arousal and lent in to me and kissed me. This drove me over the edge and I orgasmed while kissing her as I moaned into her mouth.

Eventually they stopped the machine and I just sat there, unable to move if I wanted to. My girlfriend held me as she watched and realized how hard I hard orgasmed. I slowly got up and left as I got my legs back and we went straight to the ladies so I could change my panties. As we walked into the ladies room she looked at me and said “your such a lil slut Emma”. Lisa said “you just orgasmed in public in front of everyone you lil slut”.

As we walked out of the ladies refreshed and in dry underwear it felt like everyone was watching us, but in reality probably no one was it just felt that way.

We had planned to go out after the sex expo thing but by the time we left there it was late anyway. We all bought some new toys and some sexy lingerie. We headed back to my girlfriends flat and bought some wine on the way back. Once back there we opened the wine as we checked out our new toys and new sexy lingerie. Once the others left and it was just Lisa and myself we tried on our new outfits and teased each other as we got more tipsy.

That was the start of my first real bisexual relationship with anyone.

If you liked my story let me know and I will give you more details.

Emma.xoxoxox.

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Prologue

In Sensuality, 6/02, the reader was introduced to Mary, a happily married 55 year-old who discovered one week when her sexy husband was away on a family problem how sensuous her entire body could be through self-stimulation .

Upon Mark’s return, one could only surmise how Mary used her new-found sensuality to enhance their love making . This gave Mary such a glow that a co-worker, Ann, a few years younger than Mary, wanted to know her secret. Mary invited Ann to her home and after lunch showed Ann through self-stimulation some sensuous areas of a woman’s body. This improved Ann and Frank’s lovemaking – Frank being Ann’s husband.

When Frank announced he was leaving on a 3-4 day business trip, Ann was devastated. How could she satisfy her passionate body. Her husband, Frank, replied, “Ask your friend who is responsible for over-stimulating my wife.”

That’s what Ann did and learned about an artificial prick, but Mary didn’t know where to get one. The story ended with Ann saying, “Guess I have to be satisfied to wait. It’s only 3 or 4 days. Oh well, I can practice my first lesson – self-stimulation.

Chapter One – At the Sex Shop

One morning when Ann and Mary arrived at work, they learned inventory time was scheduled for next Monday and Tuesday at the warehouse. For part-time workers, plan for two full days. Wear old clothes and just bring essentials: keys, driver’s license, money in a fanny bag. Box lunches and a soft drink would be supplied, along with coffee.

Ann hadn’t forgotten about the artificial prick and asked Mary about “where do I buy

one?” Mary: “Let me ask Mark. Perhaps if we’re each free next Wed. after work, we’ll stop for lunch

and then go shopping.” Ann: “Good idea. I’d really like one as Frank said he’d be sent on more customer updates.”

On Tuesday, during inventory, Ann and Mary’s supervisor asked if they could come in Wed. for a half day, 4 hours max. Even if they were finished in 3 hours, they would receive 4 hours pay. This was fine with the two friends.

Wed., after finishing up the last of inventory paperwork, they each drove to the outdoor shopping mall where the Sex Shoppe was located. It was in a modern new mall with restaurants, clothing and shoe stores galore, gift shops, etc. After stopping at one of the restaurants for a light lunch, they walked around looking at the stores, – each deciding what to visit after their stop at the Sex Shoppe.

Ann and Mary were relieved they were wearing their old clothes, and had their hair covered with turbans. They were feeling somewhat ill-at-ease entering such a store. Putting on sun glasses, they hesitantly went into the Sex Shoppe. Their eyes opened wide at the large display on the wall. Ann: “Look at all those, those…..” ” Sex toys,” supplied Mary. Ann, in a low voice: “Do you see the artificial prick?’ Mary, also in a low voice: “Hmmmmmmm. Let’s take a section at a time. Oh! There they are. Look at all the sizes! I didn’t realize men’s thingies came that long.” Ann: ” I didn’t either. They do look real. Hey, they even have balls!” Mary: “They’re the handle for grasping. How long is Frank’s you know what when it’s hard?” Ann: “This looks about it”, measuring with her hands. “Mary, what about these things,” pointing to the anal plugs and look how long some of THEM are!!! Do we have anything that

long and straight inside of us? THAT one looks long enough to reach my throat.”. Mary: ” They go in your ass hole. Try this one; it’s small enough to go in and it can’t get lost

you know where because of the finger holds.” Ann, in a surprised voice: “You have one?” Mary, whispering: “Sh-h-h, not so loud. Yes, I do and yes, it is stimulating. I’ll explain – either in your car or mine.” Ann: “But Mary, look how big they are. I know I sometimes have a fat B.M. and it hurts, but

it’s such a small hole for something that big to go IN. Wouldn’t it hurt or even tear some-

thing? Mary: “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask Mark, but after I lubricate mine, which is like that one, it

just slides in. Ann, look at these; they look like a column of fat rings. I wonder if they

make a difference in sensory feel. This anal plug of mine is smooth. Maybe I’ll buy one

just to see if there’s a difference in stimulation .” Ann: “Well, since your smooth one goes in O.K. and is stimulating….I’ll try it. Just thinking

about it is making my ass tingle. Are you buying anything else?” Mary: ” I think so. Having used those two things, I’d like to be adventuresome and now try one that vibrates. Mark said to get one that’s like the material in that prick or anal plug. They’re easy to wash and dry. Maybe I should ask the saleswoman.”

After listening to the saleswoman, Mary made her decision. Paying for their new toys, they went to Ann’s car where Mary explained about how she used her anal toy and to buy KY Jelly and why. The two then took off to checkout’ the other stores that each had decided to visit.

Chapter casino siteleri Two: Ann and Her Sex Toys

Some weeks later Frank told Ann he would be leaving on Monday for another 3 to 4 days. Ann: “I can’t tag along?” Frank: “Honey, this place is out in the boonies’.There’s nothing there; a small town, that’s it.

You’d be bored stiff. I’ll be home before you know it. We’ll do some passionate love-

making before I leave.” And that’s what they did.

Ann took her shower first with non-scented soap. Frank didn’t care for its flavor but Ann took care of that little detail by spraying the air with a cologne, but only lightly – just a hint. The last preparation was to bring in her portable C.D. player and several appropriate sexually stimulating music discs. Then she was ready.

Starting on one disc, inhaling some of the scent, Ann imagines herself in one of those old movies where the young maiden was sexually stimulating a tribal chief by her movements. THAT is what Frank sees after he finishes his shower and comes into the bedroom. One limp part of his anatomy comes to INSTANT attention.

Ann, half mesmerized by the music and scent, slowly moves toward Frank while continuing her sexual body dance. Reaching her lover’s body , Ann puts her arms around his neck – two bodies move in rythym as two mouths meet in one long-drawn-out passionate kiss. Gently turning Ann around, Frank holds her close to him as he reaches around to those two well-packed breasts. With his hardened love tool held firmly against her loveable ass, the two – in time to the music, slowly move to the bed – which is covered with a rich-looking satin sheet.

Standing beside the bed, the two meet in another long-drawn-out kiss as Frank lightly runs his hands up and down Ann’s back, causing her body to sensuously move, further exciting him. Frank murmurs in Ann’s ear as he nibbles on it, “on the bed, my sweet. I want to run my tongue and fingers up your legs, behind your knees, over your cute, little ass.”

In seconds, Ann is lying on her stomach, purring, as Frank tantalizes those sensuous nerve endings on her lovely legs and that enticing little ass, stopping to lick at the asshole. Sensations!!! Her clit aches; her breasts ache; her mind goes, “Yes, yes.” As he moves his tongue up her spine while his fingers lightly make circles on her sides, Ann’s purring rapidly changes to sexual, guttural moans which sexually rouses Frank to a feverish pitch. Reaching her neck, he continues the tongue-flicking movement.

With her sexual, sensuous nerves screaming for more, more, Ann’s body writhes – her shoulders, back, ass – encouraging that erotic tongue to seek new areas. Firmly turning Ann onto her back, Frank continues his tongue-flicking, mouth kissing along her jaw, over her collar bone, exciting Ann even more, and then moving down to those two firm mounds with hardened nipples. “Oh – h – h” With this long drawn-out sexual cry, Ann’s hands grasp Frank’s head holding that demanding mouth on first one breast, stimulating the nipple, the flesh and then to the other breast before pushing him down to her ribs. There’s another long drawn-out cry as those very sensuous nerves are being aroused again and again until the very touch of his tongue and lips causes her body to arch.

All this time Ann’s hips are moving, moving – up and down as her clit screams for attention. At last her hands push Frank’s head down, down to that tantalizing “button”. Lips fastening; hands seeking, finding the two love openings. This stimulation of her clit along with stimulating the inside of her ass is driving Ann to have climax after climax along with the orgasms Frank’s fingers are causing in her vagina. The sensations!!! Her whole body responds. Sexual, guttural sounds continue to issue from Ann’s throat as her hands wildly claw at her breasts, over her ribs and stomach, back to the breasts, the ribs, the stomach again and again.

As for Frank – to have this wild, sexual reaction from his beloved is driving him to continue tongue-flicking that little passion button, fingering those two love passages – anything to keep this stimulating, sexual, sensuous woman responding. They have made passionate love many times but this time – this time -mind numbing passion.

Thus all conscious thought has long ceased for the two lovers. Only that part of the brain involved in sensuousness guides the two in their love making. Time seems to stand still as each body keeps responding to the other.

Finally, with his tool demanding release, Frank moves up onto Ann’s body, as his love tool slides into that waiting, demanding, lubricated love canal. Hips rise and fall, rise and fall, until all energy is spent, leaving two exhausted lovers. Soon they are sound asleep, spoon fashion.

Early, the following morning, Ann sees Frank off on another business trip and then goes into work.

As Ann and Mary are leaving, Ann suggests they stop over at the coffee shop. There, Ann asks Mary if she has slot oyna tried her vibrator and did she like it. “Not yet,” replied Mary. “Maybe later this week. I haven’t felt the need’. What about you?”

Ann: “Frank left early this morning on another 3-4 day business trip. My need’ has also been richly satisfied but in a few days…” Ann shrugged.

Mary: “Well, try them at night. That’s when the bed feels empty and the need’ is strongest.

Sometimes in the afternoon, though, I just want to relax, sexually relax. There are those days the hectic pace of our job gets to me.

Ann: “You’re right; the night does provide more stimulation and very few interruptions. See you tomorrow.”

Wednesday evening, Frank called to say he’d be home Friday. “Keep it hot for me, honey; I’ll be needing another “Sunday night” Friday. “O.K. lover. I’ll be imagining our night together. Love you.” “Love you, too, Honey Bunch.”

That night, Ann decided to use her new toys. First, she uses scented soap for showering. “Mmmmm, do I small good. Now which scent should I spray. Ahhh, this blends with the soap scent. Now for the music.”

As the music starts, Ann stands in front of a full length mirror and watches as her body begins to move in response to the rythym. She watches as her hands caress her face, collar bone, shoulders, arms. Ann sees her hands caressing her breasts, stimulating the nipples, moving over her ribs, down to her belly – going in circles, stimulating sensuous nerves. Sounds issue from her throat.

Her clit! Her ass! Both demanding attention. Where’s Frank? That’s right. Not till Friday. Put a towel on the floor. Put the sex toys out, the jelly. Grease them. O.K. Baby. On your knees – face the mirror, touch those ribs. Oh -h – h, they’re so sensual. Stimulate those nerves again. Now the belly. Run the fingers in circles; feel the response of those sensuous nerves. O.K. Baby. Move the fingers down to your pussy. Keep the fingers moving. Watch yourself, Baby. Hear the rythym. Watch your body move.

Is your ass calling for attention, Baby? Pick up the ass toy. Remember what Mary said – put it in slowly, twist it, Baby, twist it, twist it. Oh – h – h -, that’s sooo sexually arousing; it’s stimulating my clit. Use your fingers, Baby. They’re full of the jelly? That’s O.K. That’s it, Baby, massage it, Baby; massage it.

Don’t stop twisting the ass toy, Baby. Pull it out, slowly, twisting it. Now back in. Out, in, and repeat again and again. Come on, Baby. Twisting all the time.

Senses reeling: the music – the rythym – beating, beating. Massage the clit, twist the toy, the body swaying, swaying.

Fingers massaging, massaging that erotic little clit causing orgasms, orgasms. All sending the mind reeling, reeling.

By now, Ann is breathing in great gasps. O.K., Baby. Remove the ass toy. Good. Good. Pick up the prick; it’s ready to go, Baby. Rise up on your knees. Pretend you’re on top of Frank, Baby. Hold the balls’. Position the prick., Baby. He’s lifting his hips to shove it in. Shove it, Baby. Pull out… Shove it. Pull out. He’s shoving it, Baby, shoving it. That’s it Baby. One last time. Ah – h – h – h. THAT FEELS GREAT!!!!!

Ann pulls the prick out and sinks down onto the rug. Deep breaths. That’s the way Baby. Now breathe slowly and deeply. So different when it’s the two of them.

As her breathing becomes more normal, Ann’s eyes close; the body relaxes; nature continues its healing as Ann falls asleep.

Later, she wakes, wondering where she is. Oh, yes. Memory returns as she looks at the sex toys. Better pick them up, wash and dry them; put all away. Oh, my legs feel weak. Take a shower. Now to bed, but set the alarm for work tomorrow. “Night Frank. See you Friday.”

So ends Ann’s first use of her sex toys.

Chapter 3. Mary and her Vibrator

But what about Mary and the vibrator she bought. How soon will she use it. Actually, it is a week or so after she and Ann had stopped in the coffee shop.

A stressful morning. Rude customers; an impatient boss; the copier breaks down; constant ringing of her phone; a lost file – an important file. You’ve been there.

Leaving work an hour late, Mary just wants to get home and relax in a warm, scented bath. You’ve been there, well, maybe , some of you.

Letting the warm scented water soothe her frazzled nerves, Mary lets her mind wander to that daydream she sometimes has whenever she and Mark, her husband, have watched a porno movie the previous night. Although they are quite satisfied making love as a couple, they sometimes like watching a multi-couple porno, especially Mary, whenever her entire body is one erogenous nerve.

In her daydream, she has a male using two mini feather dusters on her neck, on her back, over her hips, again and again, teasing those sensitive, sensuous nerves. A female is squatting and continually licking her clit and caressing the area. Mark is exploring her mouth while his hands arouse her nipples, sending canlı casino siteleri electric waves to her clit. Mary keeps her balance by resting her hands on Mark’s shoulders.

To imagine so many sensuous areas under attack’ would send her mind reeling.

Then the three would change places, Mary resting hands on the female who would rise and kiss Mary’s breasts while moving a feather duster to caress Mary’s ribs, her belly, her arms – arousing more sensuous nerves. The male would now move down to her crotch where he would insert one long finger up her ass while his tongue would flick back and forth over her clit – faster and faster. Mark would move to her back, sending shivers down to her clit when he moved his mouth over the back of her neck, then across her shoulders . More shivers as he made tantalizing circles on her back with the two mini feather dusters. The sexual, sensual STIMULATION!!!

Such a fantasy would leave Mary exhausted but oh, how she likes that intense stimulation of her clit. She wants it to happen again.

By now the bath water has cooled and Mary steps out, drying herself in one very large towel. Running her hands over her body, Mary feels the sensuous nerves taking notice. Her body quivers as she runs one hand over her shoulder blades. The nerves stay lit’. Mary hasn’t yet discovered her erogenous scalp. That is still some months away (Read Sensuality, 6/02, Part IV).

But her cheeks, her breasts, her ribs, her belly – all send excited messages to her brain. Her clit begins to ache from the stimulation.

With shaking hands, Mary lifts her vibrator from its resting place. Her body is so excited; it can hardly wait while Mary lubricates it. FINALLY, she is lying on her bed. “Use it! Use it! What’s taking her so long! Hurry up, USE IT!!!”

A few days earlier, Mary had briefly tried it out one afternoon to see if it would work and her sensual mind was enthralled! It felt how this new toy stimulated the sensuous nerves in an exciting new way. No wonder her body is so excited.

“What is she doing now that it’s lubricated? What’s taking her so long? Oh, hurry up. The anticipation, the anticipation. Oh, has she turned it on yet? I can HEAR IT! Use it, use it.”

Mary’s hand is cautiously touching her aroused clit with the end of the lubricated vibrator. WOW!!! such a sensation the clit feels. No tongue ever caused THAT!!! Slowly Mary’s hand moves the lubricated vibrator back and forth over the clit. “Don’t stop,” says the clit. “Don’t stop; it feels almost like exquisite torture. Oh, the pleasure is so intense. This could go on and on – this pain of pleasure. I don’t, I don’t want it to stop. I d- o- n – n – n -‘ t.”

Sensations are stimulating all the sensuous nerves in her genital area and the sensuous part of her brain. They are all screaming. “The pleasure, the pleasure. We can’t stand it but give us more, more.”

“Experiment,” says the sensuous brain. “More the vibrator along the crotch to the bone at the opening of the vagina. Whoa!!! Hold it there. Exquisite pleasure, such exquisite pleasure. Move it back and forth over the bone. I LIKE THAT!!! Oh-h-h-h. Again, again, again-n-n-n. The ecstasy, such exquisite tortuous ecstasy.”

“Now move it into your love channel,” continues her sensuous mind. “Increase the vibration. MORE!!! MORE!!! Now push it in, pull it out, again, again. Pretend it’s Mark. That’s the way – all the way down. You’re hitting the right spot! NO-O-O-O-O!!! You’re pulling it too far away. Just keep hitting that one spot. That’s it. THAT’S IT!!! AGAIN, AGAIN!!! I LIKE that! Don’t stop, such pleasure, such exquisite pleasure.”

Mary’s body has been responding to this ultra, intense, sensual pleasure. Her breasts, aching from the clit’s pleasure, want attention – “stroke us, stroke us. Use your free hand – stroke us; pinch each nipple, pinch them. That’s it! That’s it! Where did the hand go?”

“Our turn,” say the ribs,” Our turn. Touch us, touch us. Rub your fingers over us. Oh-h-h-h, cry the sensitive nerves. We like that; we like that. Touch us!”

“My turn,” cries the belly. “Run your nails lightly over the skin. Oh, that is driving me wild. More! More!”

Her body continues to writhe back and forth on the bed as it drinks in these sensory pleasures, wanting more, wanting more. The pleasure; THE PLEASURE!

Her voice is rough, emitting sounds unlike any she had made before.

“Turn it up. Turn-n-n-n-n it up,” cry the nerves. “Erotic pleasure fills every fibre of us with this tantalizing, tormenting, sensual, arousal vibration. We want more, more!!! The exquisite, tormenting pleasure!

“STOP!”

“Stop? Why-y-y-y. Who’s saying stop!'”

“I am,” said the logic part of her brain. “Enjoy this pleasure, but don’t be a slave to it. Don’t be a slave to it. Don’t be a s l a v e t o i t.”

Slowly, reluctantly, very reluctantly, Mary’s hand withdraws the vibrator and her other hand, leaving the belly, this shaking, trembling hand, slowly turns down the vibrations to low, almost off. Drawing the still lubricated toy back over her super sensitive clit, her hand automatically rolls the vibrator over and over it – increasing, ever increasing its sensual, intense pleasure.

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At the bar with Jelena. As the title suggests this is chapter 2. If you’d like a little better idea about Jelena perhaps you should read Jelena Meets Jodi where Jelena is introduced.

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Inside the club it was dark, but not so dark that I couldn’t easily check out the available pussy! I feel it’s a skill and I’m good at it. Any bar is going to have a selection of pussy. And especially, of course, an out-and-out lesbian bar! The trick is to spot the girls that are available for pick-up. There are always unavailable girls. Girls with girl-friends, girls obviously in love, and, heaven forbid, straight girls. And, of course, girls that just plain don’t attract you. Or, just maybe, dear, you aren’t attractive to them!

There are those that advocate leaving no stone unturned. Their attitude is: come on to enough chicks and, sooner or later, one of them is bound to say ‘yes’! As the old saying goes: knock on enough doors and one is bound to open!

But, I say, why waste the time? Oh, sure. Sometimes when I am bored, just for the challenge, I’ll come on to a chick I feel isn’t really available, just to see. And I admit there have been times I’ve been wrong. That is, pleasantly surprised when we ended up in the sack. But generally I prefer to scope out the room and pick out the attractive girls I think might be available. Like I say, it’s a skill and I’m good at it!

Tonight, I really didn’t care much because I can feel Nyomi’s hot number heavy in my purse!

I saw some friends, some ex-bedmates who I was certain would be hitting on me before the night was out. Tough. I’d already made up my mind that there would be no return bouts tonight! Either I scooped some new pussy here or I was phoning the delectable Nyomi! Something told me that black cabbie, once you had her in bed, could give a girl a real ride!

After wandering a bit, checking out the action, I went to the bar and took a seat.

The bartender was Darlene, a stacked red-head. I ordered and smiled, watching her trying not to drool over me.

Darlene and I had a week-ender a month or so back. She was pleasant enough and great in the sack. She must have been! I’d brought her home Friday night and kept her over ’til Sunday! I lost track of the number of times she rang my bell! Now, she was always swinging her tits for me and dropping hints she’d like more of my kind of action. I took a sip of my scotch and considered. She was good enough pussy-fun that I was sure we’d do round two someday. But, sorry Darlene, not tonight.

Just then, the bar momentarily got brighter as the door opened and a whole group of women entered. Laughing and talking. Some holding hands.

They all looked good enough to eat (sorry!) but pretty obviously they were a group of couples. As I stated earlier, breaking up a couple is not impossible, if you have the right assets, as I do. The looks. The confidence. But it’s not my scene. Just because I don’t dig the one-chick scene doesn’t mean I look down on those that do. It takes all kinds, right? And I’m not so jaded that, even though I’m not looking for it, I will deny there is such a thing as love in this world. And while never having experienced love, to my knowledge, enough girls rave about it that I wasn’t about to sneer at it. I’d had many girls profess their love for me. Although I’m fairly certain they were confusing love with the mind-blowing cums I had given them. Some girls just can’t seem to separate the two!

Oh yes. Love. My limited understanding of that emotion goes something like this. You really care about another girl, about her welfare, how she’s feeling, you miss her when she’s not around. You’re not just hooked on how she can make your toe-nails curl when she’s down there showing off her pussy-skills!

Question: Can you ever really love any girl who can’t make your toe-nails curl?

Trouble is, from what I know about love, it has good things going for it maybe, but I’ve also seen its major down-sides. It’s never happened to me, of course, but I’ve observed friends fall to pieces when the object of their ‘love’ didn’t return that love and moved on to some new pussy! I’ve seen some take years to recover. With all the available pussy around, I just never understood it.

Love, when it’s not returned, can be worse than no love at all! At least in this girl’s opinion. How’s that for one-sip-of-scotch-philosophy?

Que sera, sera, right? You can’t have all the girls in the world and, really, what would you do with them if you did get them? There simply wouldn’t be enough time!

Something about this new table full of chicks kept drawing my attention. Trying hard not to be obvious, I kept glancing over. Something made me take a head-count — counting tits and dividing by 2 is more fun! – and I realized there was an odd number. That meant they weren’t all couples! Unless there was a three-some scene in there somewhere!

Checking further, without obviously staring, I realized at the end of the table casino oyna was sitting an older woman, much older than the rest. She looked almost regal sitting there quietly, observing the rest and their festivities. It occurred to me that perhaps this table of pussy was a bachlorette party of some sort and this lady was the mother of one of the girls. Something about her kept my attention. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Oh, sure. For an older lady she was great-looking. I tried to judge her age and gave up. 50, for sure, maybe more. But these days with all the reconstructive, cosmetic surgery, titty implants, age-old stuff like hair dye, who could really tell anymore?

She was quiet compared to the rest of the girls but she was drinking, sipping wine, and she did join in on the chatter also. Even when she was giggling with the other girls she had a quiet dignity about her.

Then the DJ started playing some music and the table emptied as the whole group headed for the dance floor, including my mystery lady.

While they danced it was easy to observe her. She was tall, almost 6 feet. Her hair was jet-black although I thought I could spot hints of grey. She had an outstanding bosom, a lovely pair, partially on display due to a low cut bodice on the classy, shimmering evening gown she was wearing. It hugged her bottom tightly, then flared out to a long skirt, well down her legs. I could plainly see she had an delectable ass!

Fuck, Jelena! What are you doing? A bar full of young pussy. A horny bartender with big tits just begging to be asked to go home with you. A hot cabbie’s number in your purse that she practically pleaded for you to use and you, knucklehead, keep checking out some over-the-hill babe who’s probably just in this bar to be with her lesbian daughter. A babe conservatively 25 years older than any pussy you’ve ever bedded! A woman, who, if she is indeed the mother of one of the group of chicks she’s with, is probably straight!

After giving myself this talking-to, I determinedly turned back to talk to Darlene. She was busy but not too busy to plant her tits right in my face and make sure to shrug her shoulders to some question just to make them bounce a little for me! I gotta admit, she made my mouth water — just a little! But, as I’ve told you, tonight I was determined to sample something new! Also, Darlene’s determined and obvious persistence on wrangling an invitation back to my bed was getting on my nerves.

Fuck it! I’m going out on the sidewalk, where it’s a little quieter and phone Nyomi!

I stood.

“Hey, doll,” Darlene called. “You aren’t leaving yet, are you? You haven’t finished your scotch.”

“I’ll be back,” I called over my shoulder. I couldn’t help it. I checked out the dance floor as I walked to the door. Mystery lady was still dancing, looking curiously not-so-out-of-place on a dance floor full of young pussy. And she was looking at me! Her eyes followed me. In fact, I could feel her eyes boring into me! The corners of her pretty, generous mouth curled up slightly in what was the start of a smile.

I couldn’t fuckin’ believe it! This old lady was checking me out! The hottest girl in the place! As if she had a chance! And why was there a shiver working its way up my spine?

I got outside! Fuck! Was she getting to me? Why? My hands were actually trembling. I could feel my pussy throbbing, maybe even leaking a little! What the fuck! I fumbled in my purse for my phone and Nyomi’s number. I thought I needed a cigarette!

Before I could get my phone out or Nyomi’s number or my cigarettes, I heard a low, throaty, sexy yet almost musical voice come from behind me. “Excuse me, dear,”

I turned and, of course, it was mystery lady herself.

Up close, here under the street-light, she was stunning!

Not stunning, like I was stunning. You know, deliberately sexy, provocatively dressed, come-to-momma pussy-girls, stunning.

No! She was just standing there, calm and quiet and classy-looking. Her black hair was shimmering in the light from the street lamp but she really was doing nothing. Just standing there. Sure. She had big tits! I could see their creamy upper slopes and they looked smooth and kissable. But she wasn’t dressed provocatively, as I was. She was more elegant and she was just there. And she was stunning! Oh, did I say that, already? Can you tell I was rattled? Over 50, perhaps closer to 60, my guess, but drop-dead gorgeous and, without even trying, peel-off-my-jeans-please, sexy! The throbbing in my pussy revved up to over-drive!

O.K. Full disclosure. I’ll admit it. I’m 28. And the oldest girl I’ve ever bedded was 32. I’d thought I was sorta slumming when I did that one night. I had too many scotches, she was quite sexy and I gotta admit she’d been a tiger in the sack. My one experience with a lady older than myself.

But, now, remind me who I am, please, me, Jelena, lesbian player, who always does the picking, was panting like an inexperienced slot oyna school girl! Please, God, don’t let her notice! And while we hadn’t even exchanged a word, leastways I hadn’t spoken yet, I was ready to drop my laundry right there on the sidewalk!

As I turned, she moved boldly a little closer.

“Can I help you?” I asked, relieved my voice was steady. I hadn’t been sure it would be!

“I couldn’t help but notice you inside, dear,” she spoke in that sultry voice. “When I saw you leaving I was disappointed. You’re the best eye-candy here tonight.” She smiled warmly. “But you know that, don’t you, dear? Lots of young girls cream their panties for you, don’t they, dear? And you have your pick of them, don’t you, dear? Any pussy you want!”

I chuckle, a little confidence returning. Where had it been? “The name’s Jelena, ma’am, and yes, I am a dear,” I tell her. I made a point of studying her, up and down. I see her smile. “And yes, I do all right, ma’am.”

Her smiles broadens. She moves confidently even closer. She wrinkles her nose as if she’s tasted something bad she doesn’t like. “Ma’am? My name is Jodi, Jelena. I may be old enough to be your mother,” she touches a finger to my lips, “No, don’t say grand-mother, Jelena. I’m apologizing. Calling you ‘dear’ sounds condescending, I know. And I really prefer not be called ‘ma’am’. So if you agree to just call me Jodi, I’ll refrain from ‘dearing’ you. Deal?’

“Sorry,” I say, trying to compose myself. “Is there something you wanted, Jodi?”

“Just curious, Jelena. Perhaps I’m wrong, but I think I know your type. My daughter’s here tonight celebrating her engagement with her girlfriend. But, if you could, you would walk out of here with her and take her home with you, without a second thought, wouldn’t you, Jelena?”

I took a deep breath. Calm, Jelena, calm. Tell that to my pussy that has settled into a deep, vibrating, wet ache.

I try for some nonchalance. “I do all right,” I repeat. “Pussy is easy to come by for me. But you do me an injustice, Jodi. In fact, before you and your group came in, I was just reflecting at the bar that I don’t knowingly tempt any pussy that I know is involved.”

I shrug and I see her eyes leave my eyes for just a split second to enjoy the mouth-watering sight of my titties jiggling under the yellow halter-top.

I continue, “I don’t have to go for other girls girlfriends. There is always plenty of unattached, horny pussy ready to party with a girl like me. What about you, Jodi? What is it you want? Why, when you obviously don’t approve of me, are you out here on the sidewalk with me?”

“What do I want? I want you,” she said matter-of-factly. “But that was a rhetorical question, was it not? You know I want you, don’t you, Jelena? You noticed me checking you out inside. I guess I was fairly obvious. Darn. I try not to be. But you’re used to women checking you out, aren’t you, Jelena? You saw the group I’m with. My daughter and her girlfriend and their friends. I’ll say it before you do. Yes. I am old enough to be grandmother to some of them! You can see I’m way past my ‘best before’ date! I just thought you might be up for something a little different than the usual young babe I’m sure you take home with you. But, even if you’re not, I’m certain you’ll be a better conversationalist and better dancer than the young stuff I’m with. Why don’t you come back inside? With me. I’ll join you at the bar and we can talk and get to know one another a little better? I promise I’ll withdraw immediately if some object of lust for you appears.”

I was intrigued by her, as I guess I had been since first laying eyes on her. But it was more than that. This approach of hers, if it was an approach, an attempt at a pick-up, was certainly different. I was confused. Me! But I gotta admit, I wanted to know more about her. Hell, I wanted to kiss her. What was going on? I was feeling those familiar twinges in my pussy about a much older woman, a first for me. A fairly strange, much older woman! Sure, except for her age, she was sorta my type, tall and confident about herself, but, damn, she was old.

“Sure,” I said, casually, “I came out to make a phone call but, fuck it, let’s go back inside, Jodi. Together.” I didn’t say it out loud but I was thinking, ‘I could use a slug of my scotch!’

“Jodi,” she repeated, “I like the sound of my name when you say it, girl!” She linked her arm in mine as we turned and together we made our way back inside the bar and she proceeded to sit beside me. Her attitude was as if she belonged there! Like it was her place!

Darlene almost choked when she saw Jodi sitting with me. Both, I expect, because she could see herself being written off before her very eyes and, for seconds, she had never, no one had ever, seen me cozying up to an old cougar like Jodi! I could see that certain look in her eyes as she came to ask Jodi what she wanted to drink. My scotch was still sitting there and I took a grateful sip. Without canlı casino siteleri her saying a word, I could sense Darlene’s mood. Smoldering anger combined with deep disappointment. Oh, well. She hadn’t been in the running for pussy-privileges tonight anyway.

As Jodi received her drink and we drank and chatted about everything and nothing, she kept her hand lightly on my arm. At least, I am sure she thought her fingers were resting lightly. To me, her touch was burning on my flesh. Me, usually always in control, found myself giggling like a schoolgirl at every witticism. I was certain I was making a fool of myself.

At last the music started up again. “Will you dance with me, Jelena?” Jodi asked, softly.

Talk about a rhetorical question! I took my last sip of scotch, stood and Jodi took my hand and led me to the dance floor.

The music was fast and we gyrated, fairly close together but not touching. Jodi pointed out her daughter and her girlfriend dancing close by. The daughter was pretty but not in her mother’s class. Both daughter and girlfriend nodded approvingly when they appraised Jodi’s dancing partner. Little ole me!

But little ole me was still a bit mystified. Normally, I would have picked out a pussy-partner by now and made my play. Tonight, it seems I have been beaten to the punch. I’m the one who’s been picked and Jodi is making her play. And very well!

And I’ve long since made the decision that Jodi’s play is gonna be successful! Whatever it is, maybe just pure curiosity, I know I want Jodi in my bed tonight! Or me in hers! I don’t care! In fact I want to be in bed with Jodi more than I’ve ever wanted any other pussy! Does she know it? Does she know, at least for the moment, she has tamed the predator? Does she know, is she certain or still just hoping, that she will soon be in bed with me? Something in her easy, confident, manner and grace tell me she does.

Then the music changed. Slow, romantic music filled the room. I was literally shaking as I made a move to step forward and take Jodi in my arms.

Too late! As with everything else tonight, things were upside down. Jodi was way ahead of me. She stepped forward first and without even knowing it, I was where I guess I had wanted to be all night long. In Jodi’s warm embrace.

We had a light-hearted moment when we had to adjust our racks to fit together comfortably. My heels put me at nearly the same height as Jodi and we were literally tit to tit. Given the size of our boobs, Jodi would have had a hard time holding me until we oozed our bodies around a little and got our boobs fitted and snuggled nicely together so Jodi could pull me close to her. Very close! I allowed her to pull me in next to her very willingly!

Usually, when slow-dancing with a chick, I take the lead. Again, not tonight! Jodi had me in her grip and it was a warm, confident embrace. She held me tight. She moved, I followed. She took my body anywhere she wanted on that dance floor. I found I was wrong when I opened my eyes, but for a time I thought it was just her and me!

Her hands were gliding up and down my back, drawing shivers from me. It felt so damn good! I wanted those strong hands to go down and fondle my ass, but they didn’t. Instead, one hand went up and tangled in my hair, holding the back of my head.

Jodi, her hot mouth touching my ear, through my hair, whispered quietly, “Damn, you feel good, girl!” Then I felt her move my hair and those lips of her’s slid slightly and kissed my neck! My skin burned when her lips touched me!

My head by now was lying on Jodi’s shoulder, our bodies were mashed tightly together, moving together as one, guided by Jodi, meshed as cogs in a well-oiled machine.

I couldn’t swear to it but I’m pretty sure I felt Jodi nod at the DJ. Accordingly, the soft, slow, romantic music continued from one song to the next ’til I lost track. Jodi continued to hold me closely, one hand now squarely in the middle of my back, the other stroking my hair as my head lay on her shoulder. We were all alone. Leastways, I was alone with Jodi. I desperately wanted her to kiss me but outside of her lips occasionally brushing my neck with warm heat, Jodi was denying me! Me!

I almost had enough strength of will left to lift my head and kiss her but somehow I couldn’t. She had me spell-bound and finally the music trailed off — I barely noticed — and I heard Jodi whisper in my ear, “Come, my pet, come with Jodi.”

She took my hand and led me from the dance floor. One quick trip to the bar to retrieve my purse then a moments pause at her daughter’s table for Jodi to pick up her bag. I was introduced. I managed a weak smile and then Jodi said to her daughter, “Have fun the rest of the night, honey. I’m leaving with Jelena now. I’ll see you soon.”

Jodi blew a kiss to the table and I saw more than one pretty young face admiring me and clearly envying her. Jodi cuddled me in close to her as if to emphasize her success at being able to leave the bar with clearly the foxiest pussy in the house! It was as if she was saying, ‘I know you young things think I’m over-the-hill, but there may be some coals in the fireplace yet! Look what I got!’

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It seemed as if Thien had had enough sex, and just wanted to talk. I was happy to talk, happy to be part of whatever game she thought of. But I thought I knew what I wanted…

We went to all the local cafés and chatted. We shared stories, sometimes the same story from different angles, sometimes totally different, out of our respective cultures. I was introduced to Mr and Mrs Phuong, who were very polite but didn’t talk much. Not at all really. Mrs Phuong moved gracefully and I could see where her daughter got her beautiful moves from. Coming into the house and down the corridor after my last visit – nude, behind Thien’s glorious naked rear – was a challenge. Thien deliberately catching my eye did not make it easier.

I introduced Thien to my parents, who offered us cold drinks on the veranda. And we talked. We talked about everything and nothing. Growing up, friends, family. Hopes and expectations, movies and music. It was slightly odd to hear of myself as “the neighbour”, as if I was being observed; which I was.

“Being Vietnamese in an Anglo town, is not that easy,” Thien said one day. We happened to be in the same café where I heard about Talaya and their sexual awakenings. “Many many people, they’re not hostile to us, but not friendly. People would sometimes stare, which is very bad manners to us. I always remember your parents: your mum was very kind. I remember you! You were so polite, you didn’t look up at all. I thought what a nice boy you were, especially for an Anglo. It was years and years later, I realised you were just shy!” That musical laugh again. Thanks, Thien.

“I don’t remember that at all. Are you sure it happened?”

“Of course! That’s when I used to listen for you in the back yard. You would always help with the washing and the heavy lifting. So then I knew you were a nice boy.” Now I’m glad mum made me help all those times.

“I was always in the back yard. I loved the outdoors. Loved the sun. It’s funny, my school friends hated it. My uni friends ignore it. But I feel good when I’m in nature. And that’s where you were: always outdoors.” True, that.

“You know, I used to sunbake topless? Only when my parents were still at work. Sometimes when you were just over the fence!”

Oh the agony! If I’d only thought to have a look! “Thien, you torture me!”

“I haven’t started! I found a tiny gap in the fence palings. I was curious about how much you used the hose. You were washing surfboards and wetsuits… and you remember what else?”

“Did you see me- “

“Oh yes! A casino oyna few times! I know the system: you came in carrying the board, with the wetsuit hung over it. Your towel was round your neck. You put the board on the grass and the towel and the wetsuit on the washing line, on opposite sides.” She had studied this. I started to blush.

“You hosed down the board, the wetsuit, then, you stripped and hosed yourself! Naked in your yard!”

“It seemed easier than having a shower inside. If I’d known- “

“You had a nice body, lean, good arms, but a funny tan. Your bottom was white! And under your arms. What I really noticed was how natural you were. Kind of, not sexy, just natural, with your funny dangling dick, drying yourself off, humming badly.”

“I was going to thank you for the compliment, till that last bit.”

“You’ll get over it! I dunno what I as thinking, but I wasn’t thinking sexy. I didn’t. I’d turned it off years and years ago, after that little girl got spanked at the playground. I just liked being outdoors. I liked the feel of the air on my skin, that’s why I was topless – or later on, after seeing you…”

“Thien! Don’t say it, please, I’m begging you!”

“Nothing at all on! Naked, on a towel! Next door! In the sunshine! You just had to look over the fence! Oh Nick, you look like you’re going to cry!” She put her little hand on my cheek. You are in so much trouble, ‘angel’. Something stirred in me, a sense of purpose.

“You encourage me a lot. To feel free. I noticed you pleasuring yourself one night – you Anglos, you hardly ever notice other people! I was shocked a little bit. But you were so natural, and you had nice arms, I saw it was pleasure for you. Then it was so nice to watch you, you and your dick, through our bedroom windows. After that I’d look out for you. Watching you gave me funny feelings. It seemed to encourage me. Then Talaya started something! Now here I am, I’m going to- ” she stopped herself.

We were lost in our thoughts. The same event, with two completely different viewpoints and consequences. It was a lot to think about. Thien sipped her tea.

“I’m teasing. If I heard you coming into your yard, I usually covered up. It didn’t happen often. I wish maybe more, now.”

I wished too. Wished I’d not been an awkward shy boy, with this amazing girl next door. Next door! But if I’d been louder, brasher, would she have liked me? Don’t all girls love the bad-boy rock stars? Or do they? I’ve no idea, really. What do I wish? I wish… suddenly I had a plan. Now I know why I put thongs on instead of my usual sandals.

I silently slipped off the thongs. I had to do this perfectly, I only had one chance. If something on my face gave slot oyna me away, I wouldn’t even have one chance. I lifted my leg, noting where the table legs were. It was crucial that nothing gave away my surprise attack. I extended my leg, I judged I must be past her knees now, this is gonna be good…

Thien knew nothing until my toe brushed her inner thigh. Her short summer skirt gave her no defence. My sneak attack was almost at the target already. Her eyes went round, her jaw dropped, her thighs clamped onto my foot, preventing me from withdrawing.

She glared at me. Those eyes! So much emotion in them! But I had the advantage. I was the one laughing this time.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“As far as I can see, I’m having a cup of tea with an attractive neighbour.” I tried hard not to smirk. I wriggled my toes slightly, and got a response.

“Nick, you’d better not…” But she could see it was inconsistent if she could do it to me and not me to her. She still glared furiously, but her thighs were telling a different story. She was not in control, and it rattled her. “When did you last wash your feet?”

“Showered this morning. In the shower.” Each little wriggle was answered by her thighs parting slightly. I very gently eased in. I was imagining them under the table, in their short skirt. Did she have white panties? I hoped so. “I’m sitting with my attractive, gorgeous neighbour. I’m the envy of every man in the cafe. I’m sitting opposite my own piece of Vietnamese poetry.” I can lay it on thick if I need to. My foot kept stroking her soft skin.

Thien finally smiled. She might even have slid forward on the seat slightly, as suddenly I had reached her precious cleft. I gently rustled her pubic hairs through the cotton. I could just sense a few that were outside the fabric, against my toes. She closed her eyes, her mouth hung open slightly. She opened her thighs more.

“You’re a dog, you know that?” Her voice was husky.

As an answer I wriggled my big toe between her pussy lips. They were growing bigger and softer with my caresses. I could feel her heat and the start of some dampness. I brushed up and down her slit, up and down.

“Open wider. I want more of you. I want your clit. I’m going to rub your clit, rub you to the edge.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she obeyed.

“Your thighs want it. Your lips want it. Your clit wants it. I’m going to give it to you, right here.” Who the hell was speaking? Me? But it felt good. It felt great. In command.

“Fucking dog,” was all Thien could manage. Her head was down now, her breathing heavy. She started to squirm against my toe, buried now in her slit. I could just feel the hard button of her clit through canlı casino siteleri the damp fabric. I brushed my nail against it and she gasped.

“You’re so aroused, you’re hot, you’re ready. Are you ready? Ready to come? Right here?” I was giving orders rather than asking her.

“Oh yes, Nick, I need to come. I need you. But please not here, take me somewhere, take me.” She was nearly whimpering. Her scent came to me.

Outdoors. She loved the outdoors. I loved her enough not to humiliate her. I suddenly stopped, stood up, took her hand and led her out. As I paid she stood in silence with her head down, hair a curtain around her face. We hurried out and into the lane where she had kissed me so tenderly. This was the place, I realised.

A little further along was a yard with a wire mesh fence. There was a gate with a step up to it. I pulled her there. “Up on the step. Face the gate.” Was this me talking?

Thien readily agreed. She spread her arms and clutched the wire mesh. I came up behind her and grabbed her hard. The extra height put her slim body at exactly the right level. One arm was around her middle, one hand was snaking under her dress. My hard cock was pressed against her buttocks.

“Can you feel that? Feel my cock, feel my hands? My hands going inside you?” I pulled her panties aside and felt the wet folds of her pussy.

“Dog. You dog. Oh, fuck.” She leant hard against me. Luckily I have some strength in my legs or we would have gone down.

As my fingers found their way between her pussy lips I kissed and bit her neck. She tossed her head but my arm had her pinned. I tucked a finger in her vagina as I rubbed her clit. She was panting and her legs seemed to weaken against my thighs. She was so wet my fingers moved easily.

She didn’t last long. As I dragged my teeth down her neck I felt her shudder and heard the gasp I knew so well. “Oh, oh, Nick… oh fuck, oh Nick, in me! Fuck… I’m…” She panted as she came.

She said my name as she came. A rush of tender feeling came over me as I relaxed my grip on her. She was still gripping the wire, scoring her hands with it. She turned around. She looked astonished. Her hair was a mess.

“OHHH, Nick! Nick, my love! Thank you! Oh, thank you for being so good.” She hugged me tight, face buried in my neck. Was she sobbing? I noticed I had torn her t-shirt when I had bitten it.

We stood there, her arms tightly round my neck, my arms gently round her waist. She is so slim. Her breathing slowed, calmed. As if on cue, a little old lady appeared in the lane, pulling a little wheeled basket. As she passed us she smiled at the two young lovers, demurely embracing. Can I thank you ma’am, for not turning up one minute earlier.

Thien looked up. She had been crying. “Thank you Nick. Thank you.” I kissed her wet cheeks, only slightly puzzled by all the thank you’s. It was simply not the time to ask. We stood. We embraced.

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This is the second in a series of stories making up a novella. To fully get the message, do yourself a favor and read Ch. 01. As always, please vote and send constructive feedback. Your helpful comments are much appreciated.

Time: Five or More Years Ago

I’d worked at bank headquarters for several months and one of my employees, Sherri, and I were well into a steamy affair. Given my addiction to sex I’d previously kept it in the closet and avoided physical contact with workers, yet this one was different. She was a certifiable fuck freak.

Tall, golden blonde and athletic, the 30-year-old divorcee was as devoted to the sexual arts as was I. She was also a risk-taker, meaning that she’d tease me into a tryst wherever we might be…at work, out at night in a restaurant parking lot, or in the thousand places one can find in a mall during a weekend shopping spree. My obsession with her eventually ended my relationship with Elaine, the bisexual woman with whom I was living, who moved out after being with me for five years. This opened my after-work life up to an abundance of new female candidates and – Sherri notwithstanding – it was as if a dam had burst there were so many women. My hobby was producing plays, and I used my own acting ability to charm them all, with the goal of nailing as many as I could.

On the first weekend after Elaine’s departure, I invited a scrumptious, 20-year-old, raven-haired actress of Hispanic descent – Carlita – over for an evening. She was a very young-looking student in the Drama Department at the local community college that had produced a couple of Hollywood starlets. She played young ingénues in the college’s productions, and had flirted shamelessly with me at a party a few weeks before, hoping that I’d cast her in a production in my community theatre company. Just as shamelessly, I plied her with wine during dinner and afterward on this night while we read a few scenes from a comedy I would soon produce.

For a 20-year-old Carlita had the cunning perspective of an experienced woman twice her age. Born of Chilean parents, she possessed the womanly wiles of the archetypal south-of-the-border Latina yet her body bore all the healthy features of North American upbringing, including vitamins and exercise. Her skin was pale, and contrasted beautifully with her flashing brown eyes and thick black hair that grew to the middle of her back. Her face was oval, like that of a painter’s model, and her mouth was wide, able to light the darkest room with a smile. The rosy color of her bow-like lips captivated me – negating the need for lipstick – as if she were on a steady diet of raspberries.

But the most compelling thing about her was that she looked so young. When first meeting her I checked her driver’s license and was astonished that she was twenty years old. When she arrived at my door this night I was amazed at the sexy way she was dressed. She wore a black, one-piece outfit that went over one shoulder, showing the tops of her flawless 34B breasts and half of her back. Connected with the top was a gauzy portion that covered her midriff, which in turn was connected to a pair of very brief black shorts that covered her private parts. To make the whole thing a “dress,” the bottom was covered with a knee-length gauzy skirt that extended to mid-thigh. From behind, I could see through the skirt that what I’d first thought were shorts were nothing more than a disguised thong.

As we were reading a scene from the play after dinner she paused, putting her book down on the floor next to herself and asked, “Why haven’t you hit on me, Shaun?”

“Beg your pardon?” being as cool as I could be, though I’d been thinking how I’d get into her pants without being too rapacious.

“You heard me. Your reputation…I see the hustle you put on other women…why haven’t you given me a shot?” she asked, stretching her 34B-22-34 body like a cat.

“Maybe it’s because I’m twice your age…almost,” I responded. Playing hard-to-get was always part of the game.

“That’s an excuse, not a reason,” she pouted, and started to crawl across the room toward where I was seated. When she reached me, she stood up on her knees between my outspread thighs. “Is it because I’m not big enough for your taste?” she asked, nestling her breasts from underneath in her palms.

“No. Five-feet-four is tall enough for me,” I said, purposely misunderstanding her. Like a cat, I wanted to tease my prey…repeatedly…before I pounced for the kill.

“Stop treating me like a child!” she scolded. “Why can’t you just…”.

I interrupted her. “Fuck you? Is that all you want? You think I’ll cast you in a play just for a piece of ass? If I fuck you, baby, it’ll be for more personal reasons than that.” I stood up, towering threateningly over her as she knelt, and started toward the kitchen to get more wine. She stopped me by grabbing onto my thigh. Her restraining touch caused my cock to stir in one pant casino oyna leg.

“There’s no reason to get angry. When we first met, I thought we were simpatico. I could have been wrong,” she said dejectedly, without removing her hand.

Just a little closer, I thought to myself. It’s so much sweeter when they realize what they might have missed, when they first touch it…and feel it.

“Sorry, Carlita. I’ve been stressed at work lately and am a bit short-tempered,” I said, playing for sympathy. I quickly sat down again, allowing her to cross her arms on my lap. As she nestled more closely she felt my erection in my pant leg, and I was awarded the look of recognition given a man by a woman that says further conversation is unnecessary.

Her movements were fluid. She leaned up with one hand on my chest and kissed me deeply, her surprisingly long tongue poking nearly to my tonsils. Then she tugged at my belt buckle and unzipped my pants which fell open to my crotch. I’d purposely not worn underwear this night, so my gnarled cock poked up at her young face, its veins protruding with blood. “Wow!” she said, leaning back and studying the rampant object before her. “You’re really big…so thick!” she continued, clearly mesmerized by what I’d always considered to be the most important part of my anatomy. She apparently thought so as well, since she grasped me at the base of my prick and – very slowly – slathered the crown of my shaft with her pink, fleshy tongue. My dick reacted as would any animal’s…preening and rearing its head for more. And Carlita didn’t miss a thing, attentive as any good actress is to a responsive audience.

“Mmmmnnn,” she mewled and licked me lavishly again, watching once more for my pulsing response. She got what she was looking for, since my prick jumped two or three times in appreciation, making her sigh and climb onto the couch next to me. She leaned toward me on one elbow and spread her drawn-back legs apart, her diaphanous skirt whispering down her thighs. I placed my hand lightly on the back of her head, gathering her black hair in one fist, and guided her hot open mouth onto my prick. Mewling again, she took me to the top of her throat half-a-dozen times, then reached between her legs to pull aside the crotch of her thong and diddle her clit with two fingers before returning to suck me slowly and deeply.

She was good, awfully good, as her cheeks hollowed time after time to take me deeper into her throat. As she did so, she began flicking her tongue outside her mouth on the underside of my dick so that, when I slipped into her throat for a long moment, she drove me half crazy by licking my bloated testicles.

I had to see and touch this young beauty now. My lustful fingers peeled the stretchy top of her dress off the one shoulder, exposing her pert young breasts, the rosy nipples of which now grazed my hairy thigh as she serviced my rod. I got to my knees with the intention of 69’ing her, and got the first close look at her incomparable pussy. It was clean shaven except for a half-inch strip of black hair above her plump, virginal-looking slit. Below it her moist outer labia barely covered a swollen clitoris the sight of which caused me to salivate. Her vacuuming mouth didn’t miss a stroke as I eased down between her legs and stretched her thong to one side before tasting her. With two fingers I spread her lips and opened her like a ripe fig, revealing her red inner vaginal lining covered with sweet nectar. It palpitated with each rapid heartbeat and smelled slightly of perspiration and a hint of peppered shrimp as my voracious tongue dug into its depths. She gave a pronounced groan as I first sucked up the rich juices from inside her, then concentrated on flicking at her clit with my tongue.

As I alternated between sucking at her opening and licking her engorged nubbin, her groans developed into moans, until finally she pulled off of my cock to begin thrusting her mound at me while calling my name. “Ahh!…ahh!…ahh!” she added with closed eyes, returning now to my cock with her hand and jerking it furiously. “Ohhh…gonna make me cu-ummm,” she said, whimpering, as she began drooling little kisses all over my groin. Finally, to push her over the edge, I reached up with both hands and touched her nipples, pulling at the puffy little pink thimbles. She screamed at the contact, “Eeee-yeeaahhh! Yeeaahhh! Yeeaahhh!” as her orgasm struck her and turned her young flesh into knots while she hammered her crotch against my slobbering lips. Her thighs clamped closed against my ears and opened as she thrust again, then closed and opened again…something she repeated for a full minute until finally she relaxed and – giggling embarrassedly – said, “Ohhhh…I’ve never had a climax like that in my life!”

I’ve heard that too many times before, sweetheart, I thought cynically as I finished undressing first her, then myself. Naked, she was breathtaking, weighing no more than 105 pounds, slot oyna with firm B-cup breasts and a muscular torso that flared into hard, round, hips. Uncertain as to my agenda, she was completely submissive, and fell easily into my embrace, which raised her off the floor, allowing her to lock her gorgeous legs around my waist by the heels as I slipped into her halfway to my scrotum. I thrust into her a second and third time – the last to my balls – bringing a deep gasp from her lungs and stimulating an even deeper kiss. This could turn into one of the better sport fucks I’ve had in a long time, I said to myself as I repeatedly raised Carlita’s small body off my rampant prong while rutting with her in a standing position. Her energy and enthusiasm, coupled with her vocal expressions of appreciation, caused me to dig deeply into my bag of sexual tricks.

I started with a finger up her rectum, sliding it slowly in one knuckle at a time. When I approached the third knuckle, her colon gripped my digit tightly and she stopped thrusting up and down, apparently content to slide to and fro while rubbing her clit against my member. Her second orgasm was telegraphed by her trembling hips which – with her passionate cries – ended in a fit of screaming, as well as a scratching and biting of my shoulders and upper pectorals. One long “Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes” was her shout as she peaked, then her body quivered and relaxed by turns as she came down. Tired by this time, I fell to the couch in a heap with her perspiring frame glued to mine, her legs spread open widely across my lap with my erect prick still poking at her cervix.

I began stroking her front with my large hands, caressing the baby-soft globes of her breasts and rolling the corky tips of her nipples between my fingers as if they were clay. She groaned deeply in response and began rising and falling – humping – on my turgid cock as it girded itself for another round. As I manipulated her tits, she responded by probing my mouth with her thick, lengthy tongue, seeking out those places only a good tooth brushing can find. As she tongued me, she mewled with pleasure like a small puppy, particularly when I returned an especially deep kiss with an answering deep upward plunge of my hips.

We were both sweating profusely now, and I’d slid forward on the couch to allow her greater leverage in screwing down onto me. It also allowed me to nibble her nipples – first one, then the other – with my lips. As we progressed, I used my teeth and, as her plunging onto my cock became frenetic, she began a litany exhorting me to bite her…then bite her harder. Soon she began growling like a feral animal deeply in her throat as she humped me. Her cunt hammered at my groin with blinding speed as her juices soaked my pubic hair. Then she suddenly slowed and began trembling inside, signaling on onrushing orgasm, at which point I wormed my middle finger into her rectum again. I could feel her vaginal muscles quivering as I drove it deeper, and she began shrieking as I fucked her ass with my long finger. “Aahhhg…aahhhg,” she grunted as I plundered both of her nether holes. Then she whimpered once, froze and was immobile, holding her breath, finally to exhale, shouting “Aaaaaahhhhhhggg…mmmmnn, yeeaaahhhh,” and collapsed in a heap against me.

She lay there, limp as a dishrag for the longest time, while regaining her breath, then whispered in my ear, “How did you know?”

“How did I know what?” I asked.

“How did you know…to…to do my ass that way?” she questioned shyly.

“It’s all part of the package, sweetheart,” I said in a comforting, avuncular way.

“Will you do it again? Now, I mean. It makes me feel so full…so out of control…so mastered,” she admitted, quietly.

Whatever in your past has made you an anal submissive, I can live with, I thought, thanking my good fortune. A 20-year-old offering me her ass! Wait ’til my therapist hears about this! “Sure, baby, just turn around. Do you need any lubricant?” I asked, since I had a tube of KY jelly downstairs in my bedroom.

“Ohh…no. Spit always seems to do the trick,” said this comparative child…going on 40. She faced away from me, putting her feet flat on my thighs, and spat in her hand. She then coated her asshole liberally with saliva and eased herself down onto me, easily accepting my glans inside her anal sphincter. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” she exhaled as I penetrated her. “Tell you what, Shaun…I’ll control the up ‘n’ down…if you’ll tickle my clitoris.”

That way you’ll get excited and won’t think about the pain this must be causing, I thought, as I saw my bone disappear further into her colon. This girl was such a trouper that she could be one of my regulars – I told the addictive spook that haunted my conscience – as she took more of me into her with each downward push, echoing her gradual accomplishments with a verbal “Nnngghhh.” And as I rubbed her clit lovingly, she seemed to impart an incomprehensible life to canlı casino siteleri her bowels, as if they’d come to serve a new purpose other than an avenue for waste. They began to flex, grasping at me with a soothing elasticity that I’d not experienced before. I’d never cum in a woman’s ass, but – I mused – everyone is a virgin at something. So my mind was set…my fate was sealed. As one of her supporting hands left my thighs to stroke my balls, I began to feel the desire to climax. Planted on me fully, this child-woman was coaxing seed from me that heretofore had found sanctuary only in oral or genital caverns, but it hardly mattered. I’d made “the Chilean connection”…and it was good.

“Aaaggghhh…shiiiit!” I growled, as my seed raced into Carlita’s colon. Time after time I shot bolts of hot spunk into her bottom. “Unngh…unngh…unngh,” I grunted as she soundlessly – yet sensitively – rubbed her butt against my gonads until they’d emptied. She didn’t stop until I did, showing a certain empathy, then quietly got up off me to close her anus and keep my jizzum inside her.

She sat across my lap with her legs drawn up and said, “Mmmm, that feels good. Uuh…do you mind if I stay the night? I’ve had a lot of wine and am afraid to drive. Besides, we’re just getting acquainted…aren’t we!”

The rest of the night in my bedroom we got much closer. We awoke Saturday morning after a rollicking night of fucking, during which she demonstrated the canine position to be her favorite. She obviously did her best to impress me as she worked her willowy body like a contortionist, offering all of her orifices up to me as an implicit promise of even greater things to come.

We nursed our light hangovers with a late breakfast. On our way back to bed, another theatre acquaintance dropped by unannounced. Her name was Susan, a chestnut-haired, bisexual, professional actress in her thirties with whom I’d worked on previous plays, and had shared carnally with my previous girlfriend. After a few afternoon margaritas, the two women and I fell into bed to enjoy an hour or two of salacious pleasure, which allowed more of Carlita’s imaginative talents – this time Sapphic – to be shown.

The phone rang as I lay back with a woman under each arm, both of whom were taking a post-coital nap. I smelled like some large, unwashed beast, covered as I was with their combined juices, yet I was far from being sated. It was my number one girlfriend Sherri calling. “Hi! Just happened to be in your neighborhood and wondered if I could drop in and visit!” she said, brightly.

“Uuuhh…I was just about to take a shower. Where are you?” I asked.

“In front of your house. I’m on my cell phone,” she replied.

What could I do or say? She’d driven over twenty miles from home! I couldn’t just turn her away without seeing her! “Might as well come in,” I relented. “I’ll be in my robe. Hope you won’t be shocked.”

“Are you kidding?” she laughed, as the doorbell rang. Not much shocked Sherri.

I slipped out from between my two female visitors, trying not to disturb them, and into a bathrobe as I made my way a half-flight upstairs to the front door landing. My heart was beating rapidly as I contemplated the worst of what might happen. On opening the door there she was, wearing a light blue, sleeveless tennis dress that zipped up the front, the skirt of which reached mid-thigh, showing her flawless, creamy legs. She hugged me closely and moaned as she lifted her head to give me a deep, probing kiss.

“Mmmm…you’ve been drinking, and…” she whispered.

“Yeah…a margarita. Want one?” I asked, turning quickly to lead her another half-flight upstairs to the living room and kitchen…anything to draw her away from my downstairs bedroom.

“No, thanks,” she said, giving me a suspicious look as she laid her purse on the couch, bending over just enough so that I could see her naked bottom under her skirt. “This is what I want,” she purred, opening my robe and running her hand down my flaccid cock, which was still sticky from several hours’ worth of two women’s discharge. She looked up at me, quickly sniffed her palm, and added, “You’ve been fucking, too! I thought you smelled pretty ripe. Anybody I know?”

“Just…a friend,” I said, deeply embarrassed. What would she say or do if she knew about our threesome?

“Is she here?” she asked.

I nodded in the affirmative.

“Don’t worry, Shaun. You and I aren’t married. I should’ve called ahead,” she said. “I don’t want to disturb your guest. But we should clean you up. Let’s try to keep quiet,” she whispered, holding her finger to my lips to shush me. With that she slid to her knees and – as always – in an instant I was a willing slave to her extraordinary mouth as her full lips engulfed my member. She seemed to take particular joy in lapping up the fetid womanly juices on my cock and balls, as she hummed to herself while raising my hard-on. So much so that I pulled her off her knees and led her to my sofa where I shrugged off my robe and sat down, then arranged her body so that she could blow me while her thighs were on my shoulders, making for what was to me a very comfortable “69.”

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This time around I have decided to throw another woman into the mix and try to add a little more dialogue so apologies if it’s a little duff.

Enjoy.

*****

The morning after the gangbang in the woods for Jacks birthday I woke up and jumped in the shower. My skin was covered in patches of crusty dried spunk from last night, as I lathered up and started to scrub my mind drifted back to the night before. As I soaped my boobs feeling my nipples stiffen and tighten up I thought back to the look on Jacks face as he watched me bring myself to orgasm on his bike in front of his friends, it was a very erotic night from start to finish.

I walked back into Jacks bedroom naked and drying my hair with a towel to find him sitting up against the headboard. His eyes followed me as I continued to dry my hair pretending not to notice him or the obvious tent forming under the sheet. I could feel myself getting wet under his scrutiny. It was him who ran out of patience first ” Get your butt over here Princess, we had a delivery.” As he waved the remote control at me. I ran to the bed and jumped on him kissing him as he flipped me over to lay back on his chest.

He hit the remote as he kissed up my neck, as the big tv screen flared to life he took my breasts in his hands, gently squeezing and stroking them. On the screen I could see myself walking across the clearing in the thigh high boots, under-bust corset and long leather coat. It was seriously hot seeing the lust in my eyes and the shock in his. As on screen me headed to the bike and started stroking herself jack whispered in my ear “do that now, I want to watch you do that again Princess.” With that my hand slipped down between my legs.

I discovered my pussy was already very wet, I opened my legs wide and scooted down the bed slightly so jack could see better. I could feel how hard he was behind me as he continued to massage my tits. My eyes were glued to the screen, I kept stroking myself as I came my breath speeding up and little moans escaping my mouth. “so fucking hot!” Jack breathed into my ear as his eyes flicked between my hand and the screen.

On the screen I had just cum loudly and fed Jack the juices off my finger. His finger tightened on my breast pinching my nipples hard as Si came into view unzipping as he approached I gasped as I saw him burying himself inside me so forcefully. As he slammed over and over into me, my fingers worked into me, I felt my pussy tightening around my finger as my hips moved involuntarily. I came hard my juices gushing from me as I cried out.

Jack push on my shoulders “on your knees princess.” I got on all fours on my hands and knees in front of him eyes still glued to the screen. He grabbed a handful of my still damp hair with one hand and the other grabbed my hip. He pulled me back onto him as he slammed himself inside me. His thick hard cock filling me perfectly, he was the perfect size to hit my g-spot and my cervix with every thrust, his balls hitting my clit.

My body started to shake, on the screen I was bent over the bike, blindfolded, spunk dripping from my mouth leaking around the cock that was unloading in it. The cock in my arse pausing as it emptied. At casino siteleri that moment I exploded around Jacks cock as he started to thrust uncontrollably, he filled me with his cum as the remaining bikers on the screen started cumming copiously all over my face and arse. The camera zooming in as I licked at the cum on my lips. I was stunned at how incredibly arousing it had all looked, knowing there was a good chance it wouldn’t be my only foray in sex on film.

After we’d caught our breath I told Jack I had one more surprise left for his birthday but would need a lift to the tattooists. I had decided I was serious about Jack and had wanted to show him. Intrigued he agreed and we jumped on the bike and headed out.

We got to the studio and I still wouldn’t tell Jack what I was getting although his eyes widened when I undone my jeans for the tattooist and stood in front of him wearing low cut knickers. The artist worked on the design for a few minutes getting the placement right before I turned and showed Jack. He smiled when he saw the design right on my waxed mound was a black and grey playing card. A Jack of hearts at an angle, I had made sure the character on the card had long wavy hair, a thick full beard and tattooed arms. He looked closely at it and I could see he was touched, he just looked at me and nodded.

Clearly the placement of the tattoo although significant may not have been my best idea. Although it stung like a bastard I could cope with that, it was the vibrations, every pass of the need sent vibrations right down through my genitals, that combined with the soft rubber gloved warm fingers holding me still were having a dangerous effect on me. I held on to jacks hand and tried my best not to look down at the man innocently trying to do his job between my legs.

He asked why that tattoo in that place, so I tried my best to put it into words “well his name is Jack” I indicated in jacks direction. “It’s so whenever someone else is down there they know he has my heart and it’s his pussy.” I realised the needle had stopped and he was just staring at me.

“What do mean when someone else is down there?”

“Well, if I’m fucking his friends, they know its his and they’re just borrowing it.” He just shook his head and carried on with the tattoo. I could see Jack chuckling as I struggled not to squirm with the mix of pain and arousal. I was aware of my pussy getting wet, I knew there was going to be an obvious wet patch on my knickers, right in front of the tattooists face, if he couldn’t see it he must be able to smell it. I noticed that he was squirming and fidgeted as he worked clearly starting to feel uncomfortable.

“All done, hold still for the clean up” he declared and gave that blessed spray, of green soap that smelled so good and brought cool relief to my tender groin. After he cleaned me I saw him rearrange himself subtly, jack also noticed. “Thats got to be uncomfortable?” he looked like he was going to try to make excuses but Jack stopped him in his tracks. “you got her all fired up, you should take care of her,” he stated nodding in my direction. I looked down at him and saw the unmistakable bulge at the front of his jeans as his eyes travelled slot oyna over me.

“You really ok with this?” he asked me.

“Oh yes!” I replied with that he unzipped and stepped in between my legs, sliding into me he wasn’t as thick as Jack or as long. He started hard and fast, thrusting into me and grabbing my thighs. Far too soon he shuddered and starting cumming in me, I slumped back and tried not to let my disappointment show.

I heard a slow hand clap coming from the doorway “you still haven’t learnt how to do a lady properly?” a female voice called out. It seems none of us had heard the door from the reception open in the doorway stood a tall red headed freckle faced woman with a laughing friendly face. “I’m amber I do the piercings here,” she came over and stared at my new ink. “very pretty, he may be a lousy lay but he knows how to use a needle. I can give you something to really set that off.”

“Oh like what?”

“A nice little ring here would look and feel great.” She said as she ran her finger over my clitoral hood.

“Go for it, I always fancied one.” She told me to stay put as she dashed to the other room to grab her supplies. The tattooist looking very embarrassed had made his way out to the front of the shop muttering to himself. When amber returned she took her place on the stool in between my thighs and looked up at me. She had a smirk on her face and a glint in her eye as she made eye contact with me.

“You need a bit of a clean up down here before we do anything, you want me to finish what he started?” I was stunned, I’d never done anything with another woman before but I’d always been curious and I was bloody frustrated. I nodded my head and looked up at Jack who was looking like all his birthdays had come at once, his eyes showed nothing but lust and I could see he was hard as hard as I’d ever seen him in his jeans. Amber quickly brought my attention back to her with a gasp as she licked along the length of me.

She licked the outside of my lips before moving to the inside, it felt so good after the disappointment of the lousy sex I’d just had, as I moaned I reached up and started stroking the bulge in Jacks jeans. I felt so hard I couldn’t help but unzip and fish him out, I planned to stroke him while Amber worked her magic down below. Her tongue snaked its way into my hole sucking and licking the fresh cum out of it. She rolled her eyes up and they widened as she saw the size of Jacks thick hard cock.

“Well, shit, thats fucking huge, damn even my dildo isn’t that big.”

“you should feel how good it feels inside, he can certainly use it too”

“I’ll bet he can!” we both laughed as we appreciated the sight of the cock in my hand.

“Hey ladies I am listening you know.” Jack murmured with embarrassment. An idea formed in my head, despite all the times he’d watched me having sex with others I’d never seen him with anybody else. The idea appealed to a part of me and the fact I would still be getting pleasured took care of any jealousy leaving an ache of arousal. I looked at Amber and saw the same need as she looked at him as I felt.

“Well, don’t leave the lady suffering, get your arse down there and show her canlı casino siteleri what you can do.” A massive grin lit up her face as he moved down to stand behind her. She stood up and pulled her jeans down revealing a smooth shaved pussy already glistening with arousal. Leaning over she grabbed my arse cheeks and pushed her pussy out towards Jack. I watched him line himself up with her as she buried her face in my wetness.

His blue eyes were locked on mine as he slowly slid inside her, pushing his hips forward, filling her. I knew how good that initial penetration feels as he stretches you out and evidently Amber was enjoying it as well, I felt her moaning around my clit as she sucked, and she thrusted two fingers inside me. It wasn’t long before we were both moaning and squirming as Jack continued to thrust slowly into her. I knew how she was feeling it’s a delicious torture when he goes slow and deep keeping you on the edge for what feels like hours.

Her tongue and fingers were driving me crazy, every time he thrust into her she would suck my clit hard, the vibrations of her moans shooting through me and her fingers would hit my g-spot. I could feel my cunt starting to tighten and spasm around her fingers the juices were flowing from me. I was starting to cry out and moan, my eyes still locked with Jack as I watched the pleasure crossing his face as he pumped into the woman making us both feel so good.

I reached down and grabbed her hair pushing her face into me as I lost control and started to cum. I felt her starting to shake and quiver her muffled cries telling me she was having her own orgasm. Jack slowed his thrusting until we had both calmed down somewhat. Amber pulled her face away from me and rested her face on my thigh as she caught her breath. She looked satisfied and relaxed as Jack pulled out of her with a stream of her juices flowing down her leg.

I noticed he was still hard and hadn’t cum yet as he approached me, he held his soaking wet sticky cock at my lips. I licked the length of it tasting another woman cum for the first time ever. I was surprised at how good it tasted mixed in with his precum as I licked him clean. I took him in my mouth and started sucking him as I took him deeper. I felt a cold wet rush across my sensitive pussy as I realised Amber had got her professional head back on and was using the antiseptic wipes on me. I could tell Jack was getting closer as was grunting and thrusting into my mouth rapidly. He pushed one more time and started to shoot inside my mouth, spurt after spurt of saltiness. I managed to swallow it all and left a kiss on the tip as he softened.

As I leaned back on the chair Amber got to work on my new piercing, one little sting later I had a sexy little ring through the edge of my clitoral hood. I admired it with the help of a mirror and combined with the new tattoo I figured it was a good look and she was right it did set it off nicely. After getting some aftercare instructions and a stern reminder to go easy on the direct stimulation until it heals we exchanged phone numbers and promised to call each other to arrange a meeting.

I had a feeling we would see a fair bit more of amber in the future I thought she would enjoy the guys at the biker bar a lot. Now the only challenge was to see how the vibrations of the motorbike ride would affect the slightly sore genitals. Hopefully Jack enjoyed his birthday celebrations as much as I did.

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“We always close for a couple of hours between lunch and dinner,” Tracy said. “Nan always goes home to rest. She works so hard. She’s been on her feet since dawn this morning. Can you believe she was going to stay here and inflate this thing? She’s been working all day, and now she has to sit here and huff and puff until she gets this great big inflatable blown big and full and tight?” Tracy seemed to lock her eyes onto Jeff’s with this last sentence, and was that a gleam of mischief in her eye? Well, thought Jeff, as long as she looks at my eyes, and not my pants.

“So, you’ll, uh, you’re going to, uh…”

Tracy looked at Jeff expectantly.

“You’ll, um…” The thought of forming the words made Jeff’s heart turn over in his stomach. “You’ll… you’ll in…”

Tracy let him off the hook.

“Yes, I’m going to inflate it for her,” Tracy said. “I’ll blow it up nice… and big… and full.” Her eyes were boring into his. She knows! Jeff thought. But how could she?

Without taking her eyes from his, Tracy sat down on the chair next to him. She picked up the neck of the half-inflated bottle and drew in a long, deep breath. She put the nozzle into her mouth, winked at Jeff, then began to blow. As with the balloons he had watched her blow from the bathroom, the breath went on… and on… and on. And as the big vinyl iced tea bottle grew bigger, so did Jeff’s manhood.

“You have amazing lungs,” Jeff said, and suddenly his spine felt icy. He’d never said anything like that to a woman before.

“Thanks!” Tracy said, flashing a quick smile. Then she filled her lungs and blew again. It was all Jeff could do to keep his hands on the table.

“But you know,” she said, “these chef’s whites are so restricting. They really make it hard to expand my chest so I can really get my lungs full of air. You won’t mind if I take them off, will you?”

Jeff shook his head. He didn’t even bother to try picking his jaw up off the floor.

Tracy unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Under it was a tight-fitting t-shirt. Jeff could not believe it – her breasts were even bigger than he imagined! He tried his best not to stare, but as she breathed in and filled her prodigious lungs, he could see her titanic tits pressed against the upper edge of her bra. Look up, he thought – and look up he did, just in time to see her cheeks bulge and her neck strain as she emptied her massive lungs.

“Damn, this bra is just too small,” she said. “It’s so hard to find a good fitting bra when your have breasts this large.” She turned her back to Jeff and lifted up her shirt. “Would you mind unhooking me?”

Jeff unhooked the back of her brassiere with trembling fingers.

“Thanks,” she said. She slid the straps down her arms, then reached up under her t-shirt and pulled her bra down. She put it on the table, and all Jeff could think was that if the cups of her bra were made of latex, they’d inflate to at least eight feet.

“Now I should be able to finish blowing this up nice and quick,” Tracy said. She stood up and bent over the table, and Jeff saw her big breasts hanging down under her T-shirt. She drew in another massive breath and emptied casino siteleri it into the valve.

“I think it’s almost stiff enough to stand up on its own,” Tracy said, and Jeff thought, yes indeed it is… and so is the inflatable bottle. Tracy stood the big bottle on its bottom. It sagged and fell.

“Hmm, not quite,” she said. “Could you hold it up for me?”

Jeff panicked, wondering how he would hide his massive erection – until he realized he’d have the giant blow-up bottle in front of him. He stood up and took hold of the bottle, holding it upright.

“Perfect,” Tracy said. She put her own arms around the bottle. She positioned her hands so they just overlapped his, her thumbs touching his pinkies, and he felt a bolt of electricity go through his spine – but that was nothing compared to the feeling in his groin. She was pushing the inflatable bottle right against his crotch. They would have been face to face were it not for the neck of the blow-up bottle. She leaned to one side and said “Ready?” He wasn’t sure if he was, but she didn’t wait for a response.

Tracy took a deep breath, and Jeff felt the vinyl inflatable press harder into him as her chest expanded. He felt something warm and soft against the tips of his fingers, and he felt his cock throb as he realized he was touching her big, soft breasts.

Jeff couldn’t see her eyes, but he could see her cheeks as they bulged out past the edges of the bottle’s neck. He felt the big inflatable grow stiffer, and his cock stiffened in kind. As the vinyl expanded under his hands, he felt his fingertips sliding along the thin cotton of her t-shirt. He thought he could feel the individual strands of cotton. Clearly, the shirt was not designed to be stretched over such massive tits. She inhaled and blew again. The vinyl got firmer and firmer as she emptied yet another massive lung-full into the huge blow-up display. Soon the vinyl was hard as a rock, as Jeff had been for quite some time. She leaned against the big bottle she had blown up, pushing it hard into his crotch and pushing her breasts closer to him. He looked down, and his fingertips were dimpling her tit-flesh. Either she didn’t notice or she didn’t mind.

“Well, I think I’ve got that blown up about as big as I can,” she said. She pushed against it with her body. “Yes,” she said, looking at him around the neck of the blown-up bottle, “I think that’s nice and hard, don’t you?”

“Yes, um… yes, it is,” Jeff stammered.

“And so is the inflatable bottle,” she said, and before Jeff could react, she had whipped the big inflatable bottle away. She stood it up in the corner and turned back to Jeff.

“Well,” she said, “Looks like someone has popped up to say hello.”

Jeff looked down, and tip of his cock was poking up through his pants. He put his hands over his crotch and felt his ears get hot and red.

“Tracy, I, um, I’m sorry, it’s just that I…”

“Just that you get off watching women blow up balloons and big inflatables?” Tracy asked. Jeff’s cock stretched even further out of her pants. She began to walk towards him slowly. “Was it the balloon I blew to busting, or that big inflatable that slot oyna I blew nice and big and rock hard? Or is it my tits? I saw you looking at them. I felt you touching them. Was that it?” She was just two feet away, and he could see her hard nipples poking through her t-shirt.

“Or maybe it’s all of the above,” she said. “Whatever it is, look what I’ve done.” She pulled his hands away and gently wrapped her fingers around the head of his engorged cock.

“Tracy, I…”

“Come on now,” she said. “Isn’t this better than hiding in the bathroom and jerking off?” She laughed at his double-take. “I saw you, sweetie. I knew you were watching me.” She began to stroke the head of his cock, and pulled a pink balloon out of her pocket with her other hand.

“This is just like the balloon I blew up outside,” she said. “I could blow it up until it bursts, and this time I could stroke your cock while I did it. Would you like that? Or would it be too scary, me blowing this big balloon big and tight until it pops in our faces?”

She unbuckled his belt, opened the button on his pants, unzipped his fly, and freed his cock from his underpants. It stood up big and rock hard.

“Or maybe there’s something else I could blow,” she said. “I wonder if I can get it to pop in my face as well?”

She pushed him down into a chair, then pulled up another chair opposite. She pulled up her shirt, revealing massive areolae the size of diner places, then took his hands and placed them on her huge tits. She bent over his cock, and her warm, soft tit-flesh overflowed his hands. He couldn’t believe how heavy her breasts were. He’d never felt boobs as massive as these. He felt her lips slip over the head of his cock and work their way down, down, down, all the way to the base! He’d never been deep-throated before, and he couldn’t believe the feeling of having his cock all the way in Tracy’s mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, each time swallowing him whole.

“Mmmm, I do love blowing the big ones,” Tracy said. “But I also have this to blow…”

She took a deep breath, and he felt her breasts lift out of her hands as she filled her lungs. She put the pink balloon to her lips, and with her eyes boring into his, Tracy unleashed the massive power of her lungs, squeezing his cock as she blew. Jeff was sure he would have blown his wad were it not for the fact that he’d already jizzed three times in the last hour and a half.

“Gosh, I don’t know what kind of blowing I like better!” Tracy said. She dropped her head into his lap and began to suck his throbbing member, sliding her warm lips up and down his full length. Then she put her head up and blew another blast of air into the balloon, and then another. He’d never seen a balloon filled up so quickly.

“Maybe you should decide,” she said. She held out the balloon for him, and he reluctantly removed his right hand from her left breast and took it by the nozzle. Just holding the pink balloon she’d inflated so big and tight brought him right to the edge of orgasm. She took his other hand and placed it on the back of her neck.

“Make me blow,” Tracy said softly.

Jeff held the balloon to Tracy’s lips. canlı casino siteleri “Blow,” he said. Tracy drew in a long breath of air through her nostrils, then blew long and hard into the balloon. The body filled and the neck began to bulge. Before her huge lungs could empty, he yanked the balloon out of her mouth and shoved her head down to his cock. He felt her lips envelop the head, and he pushed her head all the way down her cock until her nose touched his pubic hair. He pulled her head up, then down, then up, then down. When he felt he was just about to blow his wad, he pulled her head up and stuck the balloon in her mouth again.

“Blow!” he said. “Blow it bigger!” He felt as if someone else was taking over his voice. He could barely ask a girl to kiss him, and now here he was, with a complete stranger, making her face-fuck his cock and blow a balloon to the verge of exploding.

Tracy took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, and blew a big, hard neck into the balloon. He put his hands around the balloon’s neck and shoved it hard against her face.

“Now pop it!” he said. “Blow it to bursting!” She drew in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and blew. With the balloon mashed hard against her lips, she could barely force any air into the balloon. Her cheeks bulged, her neck strained, and she forced what air she could into the balloon. The balloon squealed in protest, but it was no match for her massive lungs. KABAM!! The explosion echoed off the walls and rattled the massive picture window as the balloon shattered into a billion pieces.

Tracy made a noise somewhere between a scream and a moan. Jeff grabbed her breast with the hand that had been holding the balloon right up until she blew it to destruction, and pushed her head down to his cock. She took his entire length into her throat, cupping his balls in her hand. With the explosion still ringing in his ears, he felt his cock let go, and he pumped a massive load of cum into her mouth. He took his hand off her head, but she stayed where she was, using her mouth to milk every last drop from his cock. It was only when his cock began to soften in her mouth that she finally lifted her head.

“Wow,” she said. “That was incredible. No one’s ever made me blow like that!”

“Yeah, I, uh…” Stammering Jeff was back. “I’m sorry, I’ve lost control that way before, I hope I didn’t…”

“Sorry?” Tracy said. “Honey, you can lose control like that with me any time. I loved it!” The phone rang. Tracy stood up and pushed one of her oversized tits into Jeff’s face. Instinctively, he kissed her nipple. She smiled, pulled her shirt down, and answered the phone.

Tracy held the phone against one giant breast and asked “Is your name Jeff?”

Jeff was stunned for a moment. This woman had just blown him and blown for him, sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, and she didn’t even know his name? He felt his cock start to grow hard again, and he quickly started to zip up his pants.

“Yes, um, that’s me,” he said.

Tracy talked on the phone for a moment longer before hanging up.

“That was Joe’s garage,” Tracy said. “They found the problem with your car, it’ll take a couple of days to get the parts. Looks like you’re going to have to spend a little more time with us here in Balloonville.”

Jeff decided that was absolutely fine with him.

Coming soon: Part 2 – Bedding Down in Balloonville

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