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An Aussie country boy has moved to England to play sport, hoping for a less complicated social life. Are things likely to be any different in England? Early indications are that he might be the author of his own problems, in so far as women are concerned. His story continues.

I had left Australia and my girlfriend, Emma, behind for a season playing cricket up in England. Also left behind were the complications that women can bring to your life. Initially the cricket went well, but I had missed Emma. We’d become close again in the day’s prior to my departing. However, as the weeks passed, I began to think less of Emma and more about possibilities, closer at hand.

I was boarding with a team mate, Mike and his wife, Felicity. Despite some tension between the couple this situation had been going well. However, as the early weeks of summer had progressed I had become increasingly interested in Felicity. She was blond, attractive and had a nicely toned body. The attraction grew mutual and in the end we’d made love, for the first time, that afternoon.

In addition to Felicity I was falling heavily for the young girlfriend of another team member. Terri was being taken for granted by her strange boyfriend Francis and I’d found her very engaging. I always looked forward to seeing her and was disappointed when she did not show at the pub after cricket. In addition there were other women associated with players in the club, who I was somewhat attracted too. Life was becoming no less complicated in England than it had been is Aus.

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After enjoying some afternoon delight with Felicity I’d headed off to that evening’s cricket practice, with an extra spring in my step. It was dark by 6pm back home in Queensland, but in England the evenings stretched on until hours later. It’s a beautiful time of the day to play sport and socialise. I felt a small pang of guilt when I saw Felicity’s husband Mike, arrive. However, this soon disappeared as practice got under way and the team began to engage in the normal male banter.

After practice Finn, Mike and I went down to the Pub for a couple of beers. One turned into two and it began to get late. We chatted about sports, the team and the barmaid, Mel. Mike, in particular, was getting somewhat drunk. He couldn’t hold his beer as well as me and Finn.

“Felicity will be pissed off at us for staying out this late,” he said.

“She’ll be pissed off with you,” I corrected him, as I felt my cock swell at the mention of his wife.

“Yeah you can do no wrong, you bastard,” Mike slurred. “You’re the number one boy in the household at the moment.”

I felt a little uneasy with being referred to in this manner, especially given what had occurred that afternoon, when I had been buried deep inside Mike’s wife, while she climaxed. What made me even more uneasy was the manner in which Finn looked at me. He always had a “knowing” look about him and appeared as though he was aware of my discomfort. His look and my guilt, made me feel even more uncomfortable.

At that moment Mike said, “I got to piss,” and headed for the toilets.

“You the number one boy at the moment?” Finn said with a smirk, as soon as Mike was out of earshot.

“I guess Mike thinks I am,” I replied, keeping my reply low key.

“And what does being number one boy get you Aus? Any special privileges?”

“Nothing like that mate,” I said forcing a large smile, while feeling ill at ease with the conversation.

“She’s not a bad looker, that Felicity,” he continued, unwilling to let it lie.

“Yeah she’s OK, if you like that sort.”

“What sort’s that Aus? The sort that’s got a pretty face, nice tits and a little bit of a reputation.”

Finn then took a drink of his beer and deliberately looked away from me, striking up a conversation with Mel. He’d pricked my interest and he knew it. What did he mean when he referred to her reputation? No one had even intimated anything of that nature, about Felicity, before and now here was Finn dropping it into the middle of a conversation in the pub, like it was general knowledge.

“Well she has got a pretty face,” I said without sounding at all phased.

“Yeah,” said Finn turning back to me, with a laugh, fully aware that he’d thrown a hand grenade and was now happy to let it lie. “You want another beer?”

“Sure,” I said and decided to leave it at that, not wanting to sound more interested.

Mike returned and we drank some more. By the time we left the pub we’d had a few too many. As usual Finn’s girlfriend Ness came and collected him. As usual she teased me.

“Had a few too many tonight Aus? Better watch out or you won’t be able to get it up when your hand come’s calling,” she said in her broad north England accent, as she laughed out loud.

“Leave the Aus alone Ness, he’s got plenty to think about, haven’t you mate?”

I’d had enough of the both of sarıyer escort them. Him with his stupid half completed stories and mind games. Her in her short tight skirts, with the continual teasing. As I watched them walk off laughing together I decided right there, in my drunken state, that I’d fuck Vanessa if I ever got the chance.

Mike and I walked home, buying a kebab on the way. By the time we arrived home Felicity had gone to bed.

“Thank heavens for that,” Mike said and stretched out on the couch.

“You want my bed,” I offered.

“Nah, I got to get up soon.”

With that I turned off the light and climbed the stairs. When I reached the top and looked at their closed bedroom door, I felt a surge of blood harden my cock. Felicity was in there alone, Mike downstairs, likely already asleep. I briefly considered going in to check if she slept naked. Fortunately I thought better of it, went to my own room and crashed on the bed.

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The following day I woke with a slight headache and a dry mouth. I quickly recalled the events in the pub. I wondered what on earth Finn had meant with the “reputation” statement. Had he just made it up and thrown it out there to gauge my reaction, or was he privy to something.

“I’ll need to watch myself around him,” I thought. “He’s too much of a smart prick for my liking.”

Then, as is often the case after a night on the booze, I noted my rigid cock and I recalled deciding to fuck Ness. I lay there with my hand on my cock, thinking of her short skirts and the tight, white, braless tank tops she favored.

“With all her sexual innuendo it would be disappointing if she wasn’t a robust little fuck.” I thought to myself.

I reaffirmed my decision and began to mentally remove her top. She was probably the least attractive out of the women involved with the cricket club, but made up for that with a vibrant personality. She had large firm breasts and I could see them vividly, in my mind’s eye. Normally I would have masturbated right there and then, but not today. Felicity would be up again soon and I was keen to see where we stood after the previous day’s events.

In order to calm myself I got up, drank a large glass of water and went out for my jog a little earlier than normal. I found this no easy task, while still being seriously affected by alcohol. I walked back the last mile. When I returned Felicity was still not up. I was concerned that any embarrassment on her part was going to upset the dynamics in my cosy home.

“More complications,” I muttered to myself.

I showered, put my running shorts back on with a clean T-shirt, began to make some breakfast and read the paper.

Half an hour later I was sitting at the kitchen table having a second cup of tea, when I heard movement above. Felicity was up. The shower started running and I pictured her naked. I felt that pleasant stirring in my loins.

The shower continued for five minutes and then shut off. Shortly, I heard her on the stairs. The moment of reckoning was nigh.

When she came into the kitchen Felicity politely said good morning and began to go about her business. I smiled to myself as I noted she had on the same silk robe as the day before. It was about mid-thigh and tied at the waist. Her breasts pressed through the material and I recalled how firm and round they were from the previous day’s lovemaking.

I watched as she got herself some muesli and poured yoghurt on top. Her hair was damp from the shower and had dripped onto the robe, causing it to cling somewhat to her body. She didn’t speak or look up at me, but as she sat down opposite. I thought I saw a nipple pushing through the robe.

“Braless,” I thought to myself and my heart skipped a beat. “Felicity has come downstairs, with no bra beneath her robe.” I chuckled quietly and she looked up at me, held my gaze for a second and then back down at the women’s magazine she’d begun to read.

The tension in the air was palpable. No acknowledgement had been made about what had occurred between us the day before, but I was sitting there semi-hard and her erect nipple was definitely showing through damp robe. I took a long deep breath and she looked up at me again. This time she held the stare for longer, but showed no emotion on her face. Then just before she lowered her eyes, she flicked an eyebrow up. It was very quick, but unmistakable. Possibly a signal, maybe not, but it emboldened me.

I got up slowly and walked around the table. Felicity did not look up. I moved behind where she was seated with her legs crossed. The robe was only loosely tied and it dropped off each side of her slim thighs. I knew from the previous day that between those things lay a plump mound covered by a light, closely shaven thatch. I drank in the sight and felt my cock hardened. I moved forward and pushed a wet strand of hair behind silivri escort her ear as a way of initiating touching. She didn’t move.

I put both hands on her shoulders, but did not rest there for long. I soon pushed down to envelope both her breasts. This confirmed that Felicity wore no bra and, just like yesterday, I began to massage her firm breasts through the robe. Her nipples were hard and erect and I rubbed my thumbs gently over them. Then I grabbed them between thumb and forefinger and pulled on them lightly. She pushed her head back into my stomach and my cock pressed against her upper back.

There was no rush, so I concentrated on her breasts for some minutes. Felicity appeared to greatly enjoy this before, like a naughty boy, I felt the need to delve further. I leaned forward and moved a hand down to her legs and the parting in the robe. Then I dragged my hand and the robe up toward her crotch.

Felicity took in a deep breath as she uncrossed her thighs and placed each bare foot flat on the ground. Her thighs were now slightly parted and I rested my hand, enjoying the softness of her inner thigh. I was close enough to feel the heat emanating from her sex.

I massaged her inner thigh for a time, before moving my hand that final inch. She wore no panties and my passion flared upon discovering Felicity had come downstairs in just her short silk robe. My hand came to rest on her soft, swollen labia. Unsurprisingly, I could immediately feel her wetness. At this point she slid her butt forward to the edge of the chair and spread her legs wider. My cock now pressed against the back on her head.

Felicity was giving me more access. I teased her a little by moving my hand back down her thigh, while continuing the massage. I felt her legs tense. Again, I slowly moved up, but this time I flipped my hand 90 degrees so that my fingers, tight together, came to rest along the length of her sex.

“Oh dear God,” she whispered, which caught me by surprise, given her usual muteness during our sexual activity.

I knew then that she was extremely aroused and was going to climax on my fingers. I didn’t mind giving her this little delight, comfortable in the knowledge that I would get repaid soon enough. I began to consider how that repayment would be delivered.

Felicity began to grind herself against my fingers. I moved my free hand under the robe and onto her naked breast. I immediately found the nipple and began to pull and tweak it. The middle finger on my right hand slipped naturally into her wet crevice. I moved the finger up and down across her swollen marble, while my other fingers massaged her swollen labia. Then, just as I had done the day before, I hooked the finger inside of her, pressing my palm into her clitoris.

This combination of my finger inside her and pressure on her clit, proved too much for Felicity. Within seconds one hand flew to her unattended breast, the other covered mine on her mound. She pushed her head back hard against my cock, her body went rigid, she let out a long moan and came on my hand. My middle finger felt her pulse, over and over, as she was lost in that blissful feeling of ecstasy. I slipped another finger inside of her and felt her clench and release against them.

I loved watching this from my elevated vantage point. My hand and hers, kneading her breasts. Her naked thighs parted, with our hands together, resting on her sex. It was a sight to behold.

Shortly, Felicity began to come down off her sexual high. Her hand dropped away from her breast and I removed mine from the other. I pulled my hand up from her crotch.

“Thanks, that was absolutely the biggest cum I’ve ever had,” she said breathlessly.

I pulled back a little and kissed the top of her head, my arms folded across her chest. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes. Then Felicity sat up straight, swung her legs out from under the table, to the side of the chair and made to rise.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs,” she whispered, as though fearing someone might hear.

“Not yet,” I replied and put my hand firmly on Felicity’s slender shoulders. I had given it some thought and I knew what I now desired.

I moved around so we faced each other. I stood directly in front of where she sat, her head adjacent to my running shorts. Even if she couldn’t see it, Felicity had just felt my hard cock pressing against the back of her head, so must have been aware. I moved my hands to the back of her head and stroked it. She looked up at me with those large brown eyes, again with no real expression on her face. She hesitated, her hands in her lap.

Slowly Felicity raised one hand, placing it directly on my shaft. She touched my shorts and began to lightly stroke it with the back of her fingers, up and down the length. Then she cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Is that nice?” she enquired looking up at me again.

I şirinevler escort gritted my teeth and couldn’t reply. I was so turned on by what had occurred and what I imagined was about to happen, that I was ready to explode in my pants.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Put it in your mouth,” I said bluntly.

Again she hesitated, her hand resting on the front of my pants. She twice glanced nervously out the kitchen window, as if trying to reassure herself that it was safe to proceed. Then, to my huge relief, she brought her hands the waistband and pulled my shorts down to the top of my thighs.

My cock sprang free and wobbled in front of her face like a wand. Without hesitating she placed one hand around the base and moved it gently up and down. Felicity had made her decision and there would be no oral foreplay. She brought the head of my cock to her mouth and dribbled saliva on the tip, where it mixed with my pre-cum. I watched as her tongue came out and swirled this natural lubricant around the helmet. She looked up at me one final time and licked her lips, before engulfing 4 inches of my cock, down to where her hand rested.

Felicity kept my shaft buried in her warm mouth, before slowly withdrawing. She sucked deeply so her cheeks hollowed out and she ran her tongue up the underside the shaft. As she came off my cock she again looked up at me. Her tongue lagged behind and again circled my helmet. This woman had, without doubt, sucked cock before. Confident that I had enjoyed it, she repeated her plunge and withdrawal five or six times, as I held on as best as I could, wanting to enjoy the feeling. My hands continued to massage the back of her head.

Then Felicity withdrew her lips from my shaft and concentrated on the top couple of inches. Her lips and tongue were going wild on my sensitive gland. The feeling was intense. At the same time her hand continued to work the lower half of my cock. When she brought her free hand back to my ball sack and began to massage them, I knew she had me. My shaft grew rock hard gave a twitch and I blew my load.

It took her by surprise and the first shot escaped out of the side of her lips, before I pushed her head, forcing my ejaculating cock deep into her mouth. Now I took charge, moving my cock rapidly in and out, making her milk me. I felt her swallow two or three times and then she just let the rest fill up in her mouth. Finally, as I finished pulsing, she pushed her head back hard and came off me, the final spurt landing on her bottom lip.

Felicity looked up and me, her mouth closed, my semen on her lips and chin. I took my hands off her head and she stood up. She moved across to the sink where she spat out my cum, before wiping her hand across her mouth.

“Christ, there was a lot,” she said.

“Thanks for that,” I said and moved across and kissed her full on the lips.

I could taste my own cum, but it wasn’t the first time. I like to do that as a way of telling the woman I appreciated what they’d just done. She kissed me back hard at first, but then seemed to become aware of the kitchen window.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said as she moved away and walked up the stairs.

“Am I meant to follow?” I wondered as she went, before I heard the bathroom door close. “Nope, I don’t think so.” I sat back down exhausted.

When she emerged from the bathroom and went into her room, I took her place in the shower. By the time I had dried myself and put on clothing, I came downstairs to find Felicity gone.

My phone buzzed and I opened it to see a text from Terri.

“Enjoyed yesterday at the café’. Do it again sumtime,” she wrote.

I replied that I’d love to and smiled as I thought about slim, youthful Terri, in her floral summer dress.

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The session in the kitchen set the standard for the coming weeks. Whenever we were alone in the house Felicity and I would fuck. However, we never had sex in the kitchen again. We might start elsewhere, but always move to my bedroom. She would suck me, but never to completion, always asking I put it in and fuck her. We never had a long session, always one cum and then finish. I found that unusual, but she gave me little opportunity to discuss it and I didn’t complain.

Terri came to the pub every Saturday, dressed like a boy and Francis would continue to ignore her. As a result she would say hello to him and then head straight to me. Other’s clearly noted this, but I no longer cared. I found myself really looking forward to seeing her and got a little upset when they would depart the pub together. She had begun to tell me a few things about their relationship and it sounded weird to say the least.

Despite the odd relationship she was in, I enjoyed being near Terri. We began to meet regularly in local Café’s, at which time she dressed like a young woman and looked delicious. She was a genuine turn on, but my feelings for her were different from those I had previously experienced with women. I thought it would be nice to sleep with her, but then again, it did not seem a priority. I just liked being near her. Given I was bedding another team mates wife, I was aware some complications may arise.

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My mother-in-law (Louise) is over 60 and she is really fit. She trains all the time. Her husband is a very good guy, but at various times in family reunions, she complains to my wife (Linda) and my daughter (Kristina) about her husband’s inability to satisfy her and that her libido has not decreased, but for him it’s almost non-existent. She keeps complaining about being frustrated and they all laugh at this situation. My 19-year-old daughter finds it very funny and tells Louise that she hopes to be like her at this age and keep her libido.

During a conversation, I heard Louise say that she was going to look for a fuck boy soon, just for the sake of trying. Kristina told her that’s what she did and that she had a good time. Louise told them that she had many opportunities since her husband always goes to the cottage for quad rides and stays there for several days. The conversation led Louise to tell them that she was seriously thinking about it. Louise asked Linda questions and Linda responded with reservation that she was not at her best with the onset of menopause and that I was always ready and in need. Then she confirmed that it created fears. My daughter laughed and said, “I’m not surprised that Daddy is always ready because I hear him complaining all the time, then he gets up and goes to the computer. I wonder what he’s doing on the computer at that time.” They all started laughing and Louise said, “Probably a little masturbation to remove the frustration, like I do hihihi!”

That’s the breadth of what I heard from the discussion. I have always found Louise attractive; she is about 5’6 inches, a slender waist and a lovely breast. Nice round ass for a woman of 60 years and over. I fantasized that I often kissed her when I fucked my wife.

Often, I must go help Louise with her computer, because she is not too computer friendly. She called me and told me that her computer was infected with a virus and asked if I could help her. “Of course, what happened?” She replied that she did not know. So, I confirmed that I could go during lunch to check. She accepted and that’s how it all started …

When I arrived home, she said that her husband was away and she did not want him to discover that the computer was infected with a virus. It was strange, because it does not matter to get a virus and it can happen to everyone, so I laughed a little. When I opened the laptop, I saw the warning, but it was just a fake antivirus program. So, I deleted it. Then I opened the browser and saw that she was on a porn site for sex movies with Mom and son. She blushes so much and says, “You will not tell him I’m watching porn?”

“Of course not, but I did not know you still loved sex” I played dumb, then I said, “I hope I keep my libido like you when I’m old, you’re lucky! “

She laughed shyly, blushed and did not know what to say.

“He’s not giving you sex anymore, Louise?”

“Not a lot, no!”

“Louise don’t feel bad, because Linda’s libido does not works much more. Menopause affects it a lot! So, I also watch a lot of porn. I have an idea! Do you want me to show you how to navigate safely and which sites are almost safe? “

“I’d like that, but we can’t talk to anyone about it!”

“Of course not, you see this new browser can be downloaded and we will hide it in the folders, then we will make favorites for you, that way, he will not know and you will have your favorite sites!”

“Ok let’s do it, but make sure you keep it hidden!”

“Now, tell me what you like to watch, is the mother / son video page I’ve seen is something kurtuluş escort you normally like!”

“Yes!” She replied, blushing and a bit overwhelming.

I reassured her and told her, “Little devil! Hahahaha, By the way, I have a good one, because I like that type of video too. I think an older woman has a sexiness in her and just the idea of making love with an older woman has always excited me. That’s why I watch this type of tubes! “

“Really, you think older women are sexyyyy! Have you ever fantasized about me?”

“Hmmm, yes! sometimes!” Then I blushed in my turn. Also, this conversation began to affect my cock because it became erect. This time, I did not try to hide my bulge either, because I liked the direction of the conversation and I became really excited. I also saw that she was getting horny as she moved a lot and did not seem to know what to do with herself.

“Louise look at these sites that I added as favorites, here are some of my favorites. This film is probably the one that excites me the most, it is about a son-in-law who fucks the mother-in-law and it’s so erotic!”

“It looks interesting, don’t you think she looks a little like me!”

“That’s why I like it, you see, I find you really sexy Louise!”

“I can see it in the reaction cock takes in your pants! I find you sexy too. You know that this conversation really makes me question my feelings now!”

“Louise, you don’t get sex, okay I get that! I don’t receive some either, you like this type of video and me too. Listen, I have trouble understanding what’s going on right now, and I’m sure if I check your pussy it is wet! Am I right?”

“I’m not going to lie, I’m excited!”

At these words, I catch her by the arms, draws her to me and sits her on my knees. She followed easily but with an uncertain step. So, I looked her right in the eyes, I approached her and I gave her a French kiss that was so sexy. She answered and she began to rub her pelvis on my lap.

I grabbed one of her breasts and her nipples were hard and long, she was not wearing a bra. I was surprised because I had not imagined long nipples on her. The mind plays tricks on you when you fantasized, but now it was real. So, I pinched her and rolled the nipples between my fingers over the clothes and she went crazy rubbing the pelvis on my lap.

I said, “Louise, let’s go to your room, I want to fuck you!”

She got up suddenly and as she headed for her room, she began to undress. I followed her undressing exactly like her, by the time we arrived in the room, we were naked with a trail of clothes in the hallway. I was surprised to see that she actually had a tight body at her age. It showed that she was a sports person. When I say tight she did not have a 20 years old body but it could have easily pass for a late 40 body. Before she reached the bed, I grabbed her from behind, I stopped her and brought her back to me. My hand passed in front of her and went straight to her pussy. I slip my fingers directly between the juicy lips of her pussy. She was so wet.

“Louise! You’re so wet, do you feel my cock on your ass! Tell me how much you want to be fucked by your son in law! “

“Please, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me now!”

I pinched her long nipple with one hand and rubbed her clitoris with each other as she rubbed her ass on my dick. I kissed her neck and said, “Bend over now!” She did it, while laying her arms on the bed. I aligned my cock with her pussy and with a big push I penetrate deeply. My cock slipped so levent escort well. She cried with pleasure. For me, I could not believe that I was fucking my mother-in-law. I started pumping her pussy so hard, holding her by the shoulders, pulling her towards me. She breathed hard, pushed her buttocks against me and went faster and faster. Suddenly, she shouted, “Do not stop, I’m already starting aaaaa MMMMMM CCUMMMIINNGG!”

I continue to pump faster and faster, she convulsed on my cock, then she relaxed, we could see that she was almost done with her orgasm. She slowly turned her head, looked at me and said, “Don’t worry! I have not finished yet, because I am multi orgasmic and I will cum often and easily before you are ready to cum!” She was so wet.

She turned around, grabbed my cock and started to suck as if she had been hungry for so long. I was right to want an older woman; they really know what they want and how to please. She sucked my dick cleaned and then she started to push it into her throat so deep! Wow! What a sensation! It was the first time a woman had made a deep throat and it was so good. She took out my cock and took it back looking at me, it was so erotic. I did not want to cum for now, so I took it out and pushed her back onto the bed.

I knelt in front of her, took both legs and pushed them apart. I approached her creamy pussy and saw the sight of her pussy lips that were so wet and open in the shape of a butterfly. She had long pussy lips and her clitoris bud was big and bulging. I began to lick her lips from bottom to top, then sucked her sweet juice. The more I sucked, the more juice came out, it was incredible.

I grabbed her clit with my lips and started squeezing it as my tongue barely touched the tip of it. She swung her pelvis against my mouth trying to push me to put more pressure on her clit. She was breathing harder every time and suddenly, both her hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled her on her pussy as she screamed, “I AM CUMMMIINNGGG AGAIN! Do not stop please!” She came for the second time in a few minutes.

My mind was going crazy as I fucked my mother-in-law and I never thought how fucking hot she was in bed. I watched as she enjoyed and her eyes rolled, opened and closed. She looked at my face as if she did not want to forget that moment. I must admit that I will never forget that moment either. I drop her legs and began to pull on her long nipples. They were so hard, my dick was about to tear as it was so hard, it was what I felt, you know how you feel when you fuck someone you want so much for the first time.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me up and as I climbed, I kissed her belly, then I sucked her breasts and her nipples and they were so hard in my mouth. She pulled harder on my hair brought me to her mouth and began to kiss me passionately. As she kissed me, I placed my cock head at the entrance of her pussy and I entered slowly, you could feel it enter so easily because of its moisture. Of course, she was not tight like a young woman, but the way she contracted her pussy on my dick was different. I could feel she knew tricks and applied them.

I broke the kiss and said, “I’m going to cum soon if you keep going like this!”

“Go ahead cum for me, fill me, I want to feel your hot cum in me!”

I pushed very hard in the back and I started to cum. She grabbed my hair again and pulled me for a French kiss at the same time. It was so overwhelming, the feeling mixed up. I collapse beside her and pull her towards me and begin to slide my finger maçka escort all over her body slowly. I said, “Thank you Louise! It was so good. You just realized my fantasy!”

She replied, “I have not finished with you, and it’s been so long since I have cum like that, take a break and we’ll start again. Will you be my lover when I need it occasionally, this way, I will be sure I will not find someone who wants more than good sex? I do not want someone to get attached and want more than just plain good sex!”

“Louise, yes I will be your lover. You will have to tell me what you have never had the opportunity to try, your fantasies and that you would like me to help you accomplish!

“I have so many in me! I would like you to make a video of your cock coming in and out of my pussy and you will hide it in my computer so that I can watch it when I need it! “

We then began to talk about her desires and fantasy a little more which she had not yet had the chance to live. I was so surprised to see that she always wanted to enjoy with another woman and a man at the same time. I started laughing and asked her if she had a type of woman, she liked the most. She began to describe a small, almost frail woman with a sexual appetite and an experience with a woman. She also stated that she had no woman in mind. I asked if someone like Kristina was the kind of woman she could love. She looked at me strangely and said, “Sure, that would be a perfect kind of woman.” Then she asked, “Do you have someone in mind? Who to your knowledge, would be suitable for this type of meeting!”

I told her “Maybe”

“Now, you still make me wet talking about that! You realize that it’s been so long for me that it does not take much to make me wet again! “

“Yes, I have someone in mind and you know her! But before talking about it, I will have to be certain that what I say here will stay here! “

“What do you mean, of course I’ll keep your secret, how can I start saying it and explain that I found your secret after we fucked! It’s silly … “Then she kissed me slowly.

“Louise, the woman I have in mind has done it many times with me and it’s a bit complicated. I know she is Bi. I had fun with her and one of her girlfriends the other weekend. She is a bit my little slut slave and will do what I order.”

“Now you intrigue me! I know this lady? “

“Yes, promise me not to panic!”

“I promise?”

“It’s … Kristina!”

“What, you and Kristina, really!”

“Yes”

“And you think she would agree with what we just discussed, with me, my own granddaughter!”

“I bet she will agree! if she says yes, she will lick you like no tomorrow and make you cum again and again! Do you want me to prepare the ground and ask her? “

“If you think she will say yes, I agree with that because I always look at her and love her body, she reminds me of me at this age!”

“Louise, if you really want me to try, then get on all fours, lift your ass and let me fuck your asshole! This will prove that you really want it!”

Immediately she got into position and said: “Look in the drawer of my dresser, you will find lubricant, fuck my ass, I love it!”

My mother-in-law, who I thought was a prude, is actually a sex toy. I fucked her in the ass, she was tight. While I fucked her, she masturbated. She enjoyed hard pushed, she pushed so hard on my dick that I started to cum in her ass, but I pulled out my dick and I finished cumming on the bottom of her back. She took her hand, brought it back and grabbed some of my cum, brought it to her mouth and said, “UMMMMMMMM! I love sperm, now go work on Kristina and plan a meeting as fast as possible!”

We kissed, I got dressed and she said she was going to bed and to let me out. I kissed her and savored my cum on her lips. I told her I was going to call her soon …

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My mom always had a talent for looking elegant without trying too hard.

She looked elegant now, sitting to the right of me at a small, round, wrought-iron table under the shade of an elm tree on the patio of a restaurant in the city. Mom wore a sleeveless white top and a cornflower blue pleated skirt that stopped a few inches above her knee. Her legs were bare and tanned, and she wore blue pumps that matched her skirt.

I was dressed more formally than usual, in khaki pants and a pale blue, open-collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I also wore well-shined black loafers that had spent the entire summer in the closet. I had some plans for the day, and to pull them off I wanted to look older than I was.

Mom and I were having lunch together and enjoying the unseasonable warmth of a mid-fall afternoon.

When we sat down at the table, I was struck by the incongruity of mom’s appearance and the memory of what had happened between us a few days earlier. I looked at the elegant woman in the white top and blue skirt in front of me, and for a moment I doubted whether my memory of our time in the shower together was even real. For the first half hour of our lunch, our conversation never touched on the crazy things that we had done together in the past few weeks. Mom asked me about school, and about my classes, and she told me an anecdote about an employee at the company she worked for that had been complaining about a boss with wandering hands. But she made no mention of the things we had done together, things I couldn’t stop thinking about.

Mom got a phone call, and she said it was someone from work and that she had to take it. While she took the call, I looked out at the partly shaded patio around me and thought about the previous week.

Only five days earlier mom and I had lain on the shower floor while she had given me a foot job. Of course, it was impossible to get the images of that moment out of my head, and the next day I’d felt like a ravenous beast, wanting more of her. But it didn’t happen. Our busy schedules got in the way, and during the brief times we were together over the next few days I had the impression from mom that she needed a break from the craziness. It was the same pattern as before. So, I laid off her for a while, or tried to. My cock got a workout from my hand several times a day, to ease my agitation. And I kept thinking about the next step to take. Because, whatever mom’s hesitation was, I knew I wanted to take another step, and that I was going to. But what to do?

I didn’t just want to fuck my mom. I mean, I did want to fuck her, very, very badly, but I wanted something else, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I wanted to push her. She had shown me something in her, and I wanted to tease it out, encourage it, bring it to full flower. I started to form a plan. It seemed crazy, and I knew mom would resist it. But I thought I could overcome her resistance, or, maybe more accurately, that I could say and do the right things to make her overcome her own resistance. I thought about it a lot, and I finally figured out a plan for the next step.

And that’s what brought me to lunch with my mom on a sunny, pleasant fall day on the patio of a trendy restaurant.

Mom’s call ended and she put her phone away. Before either of us could say anything, the waiter arrived. He brought mom a green salad with vinaigrette and me a seasonal squash soup with a dribble of crème fraiche over the surface. The waiter left, and we sampled our first courses for a couple of minutes in silence.

It was a surprise when, unprompted, mom asked me a question with no trace of a connection to anything we had talked about to that point during our lunch.

“Randy, do you think I’m a slut?”

The question popped out of mom’s mouth with no warning. Mom had just finished a bite of her salad. My mouth was full of squash soup, which I had to work hard to stop from spitting up. I swallowed it, with some effort, and I looked up at my mom. She looked at me intently, with eyes wide and searching and her lips pressed tightly against each other.

“Mom, why would you ask that?” I asked.

Mom took a moment to marshal her thoughts before answering me.

“It’s just — everything we’ve done together recently. Randy, you’ve seen me in a way that sons don’t usually see their mothers. We’ve done things together that mothers and sons don’t usually do. I worry about what you think. What you think of me.”

I was surprised. She hadn’t said anything like this in the days after our last encounter in the shower.

“Mom, no,” I said. “I don’t think of you that way and I would never call you that. I think you’re a very, very sexual woman. And you’re hot. There’s no doubt about that. But I wouldn’t call you . . . that word.”

Mom looked at me across the table, steadily, with a hint of a frown.

“You don’t look satisfied,” I said.

“Well,” she said. “I appreciate what you just said. I just keep thinking about what we did in the shower the other day.” She leaned over the table. “I made you come, Randy, with my feet! I just fulya escort keep thinking how slutty I must have looked to you. What a slut I must seem like to you now.”

“Mom,” I said, “you sound like you’re trying to convince me that you are a slut. Like you want me to think you’re a slut. Is that what you want?”

That stopped her for a few seconds.

“No, that’s . . . that’s not it, I just want . . ..” She couldn’t finish her thought.

“Mom,” I interrupted her. “You’re a sexual person. I’ve learned a lot about you recently. And I love it. I wouldn’t change anything about it. I love you exactly the way you are.”

“You do?” mom asked me, her eyes searching mine.

“I do, mom,” I said. I leaned over the table to talk to her more quietly. “And you can’t really call yourself a slut if you’re not fucking a lot of guys, and I don’t think you’ve fucked anybody in over a year. We’ve done stuff together. But we haven’t fucked. Yet.”

I let the word “yet” linger at the table, and mom stayed silent. I leaned a little closer.

“But mom,” I continued. “If you want me to think of you as a slut, if you want me to call you a slut, if that turns you on — I will. Do you want your son to call you a slut? Is that what you want?”

I was speaking quietly but insistently. No one could hear me but mom, but I could tell she was hanging on every word. I could see the conflict and the desire in her face. But she didn’t say anything.

“I’ll tell you what, mom,” I said. “It’s been a few days since you’ve done anything slutty, so how about if I have you do something slutty and we’ll see how we both feel about.”

“You mean today?” she asked.

“I mean right now,” I replied. I sat back in my chair and grinned at her.

“In this restaurant? Here?” she asked. “What do you want me to do?”

“Mom, “I said, putting on a lascivious grin for her, “Take off your panties. Pull them down your legs to your feet, and then kick them to me and I’ll take them.”

“We’re in public, Randy,” she said.

“I know, mom,” I said. “But you told me before, when you were with dad, you spread your legs on the beach in front of over a hundred people who walked by. That was in public.”

Mom had no reply to that. She looked at me. Then she looked over my shoulder, and then to either side of her. I could tell she was thinking about it. She wanted to see if anyone might be looking.

I saw the struggle in her face, but her desire won out. Mom exhaled a short, sharp breath of air, and then she put both of her hands under the table on either side of her dress. I saw what she was doing, just a little, through the lattice of the wrought-iron tabletop. I saw mom lift off the seat of her chair, her hands working at the panties under the dress fabric. Then I saw one hand reach quickly up under the dress. Just moments later I saw it: a pair of tiny blue panties, emerging from below the hem of mom’s elegant dress and stretched between her knees. Mom wriggled her knees and legs, and the panties dropped down her shins to her feet. She covered them hastily as well as she could with her shoes, and then she looked up, obviously to see if anyone had noticed her. I didn’t follow her gaze. I just looked at the fringes of the blue panties peeking out from under mom’s shoes under the table.

Mom’s eyes darted around the table in front of her until she looked down at her lap. She wriggled her torso until the napkin on her lap fell off, and then mom took advantage of the ruse to scoop up both napkin and panties off the ground. She covered the tiny panties easily in her fist and stuffed them into her small purse.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I asked.

“It wasn’t easy!” she said with a grin. “I hope you are satisfied.”

“I’m satisfied with that,” I said. “But that’s not enough. I’ve got a lot more in mind than that.”

I paused and let that sit with her. Mom looked at me with an expression of curiosity and puzzlement, with a hint of fear. She did not know what I had in mind, but she knew I had something in mind. And I did.

“Mom, do you remember our conversation?” I asked. “The one the other day where you told me about being on the beach with dad? How you were naked, and you showed off?”

I kept my voice down, but at the last sentence mom looked up and around her, with a nervous manner, obviously wondering if anyone could hear what I was saying. But no one could. I was speaking loud enough for her to hear me, but not loudly enough for anyone else to hear me.

I leaned forward.

“Do you remember that conversation?”

“Of course, I do,” she said. “I can’t forget that conversation, or what happened after it.”

“Good,” I said. “You told me something about yourself. That you like to show off. But you also told me dad didn’t like it, and after that day you didn’t do it any more when you were married.” I paused again.

“O.K. You’re right,” she said. “I remember that. What about it?”

“After the things we’ve done together, mom,” I said, “I can tell it’s something you still want to do, but you gebze escort weren’t able to do it married to dad, and you haven’t been able to do it until now.”

She kept staring back at me, trying to maintain an impassive expression.

“Where are we going with this, Randy?” she asked me.

“Here’s where we’re going, mom,” I said. “How about if I give you the chance to do what you wanted to do with dad?”

“What do you mean?” Mom looked nervous. She fidgeted in her chair across the table from me.

“I mean, mom, with me you can do what you wanted to do with dad,” I said. “You can show off. I’ll help you do that.”

Mom didn’t reply immediately, but she arched her brows, and the corners of her mouth twisted in a wry expression.

“How do you plan to do that?” she asked.

“Well, first, by getting you to take your panties off in a restaurant,” I said, and I gave her a big smart-ass grin. “Which you’ve done already.

“And next, spreading your legs enough so I can take a photo with my camera.”

“Randy, there are people all around us. If you do that they’re going to see it.” She furrowed her brow, and I thought it looked cute. She looked uncertain, but not shocked. We had done so much already that the shock threshold had moved a lot.

“OK, then,” I said. “You take the photo with your phone, and text it to me.”

She opened her mouth slowly as though she was forming the words to refuse, and I interrupted her.

“You can do it quickly, mom. I’ll keep an eye out. No one’s going to see you.

“And if they do,” I continued and paused, “Then they see you. That’s not so bad. No one here knows you.”

Mom didn’t look convinced. She stared hard at me and then turned her head in every direction to see if anyone might be looking at her. I looked too, and I didn’t see anyone staring at us at that moment. Mom held up her phone. I knew she was thinking about it. But she wasn’t convinced. She was in her public mode, dressed elegantly (even if she was without her underwear), and to do what I was asking her to do she would have to break out of her comfortable role.

But break it she did. Slowly, uncertainly, with lines of worry stitched across her face — but she did it. Her gaze darted quickly back and forth, her head jerking this way and that like a bird’s, so she could confirm that no one was looking at her. Then she whipped the phone under the table. I saw her legs part through the gaps in the iron table top. Her left hand pulled the skirt up a few inches, and her right dipped between her knees with her thumb on the camera button. She held the phone in place there, and then quickly brought it up to her face.

I held my phone up to my face, eagerly awaiting mom’s text. I was aware of mom’s thumb moving across her phone screen, but I couldn’t look at it. My eyes were fixed on my own phone, waiting for the text to appear.

After what seemed like ages, the familiar ping sounded. A text. I clicked on the icon and opened it. The image on my phone screen was darker than I wished it was, the result of mom not having used a flash when she took the photo. It wasn’t perfectly clear. But it was unmistakably a photograph of my hot mom’s pussy under her blue skirt. I felt my cock stiffening as I looked at it.

“Satisfied?” mom asked me.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “More than satisfied. You texted me a photo of your pussy, Mom. You have a very pretty pussy.”

“I’ll bet you tell that to all the girls,” she said.

“Just the ones with pretty pussies,” I said. “Yours is the prettiest I’ve seen.”

“Not too loud, Randy,” she said. “We’re in public.”

I used my fingers to zoom in more closely on the image of mom’s vulva in the photo. The resolution was better than I would have expected. The soft skin, the delicate petal-like lips, even the hint of dew inside the depths between them — all were on display in the photo.

“Did I take a good photo?” mom asked.

“It’s great,” I said.

I looked down through the lattice work of the table top and could see a lot of mom’s legs exposed under the short skirt. Suddenly, though, her thighs snapped shut. I looked up from her legs to her face. Mom was looking at me, and she looked nervous and embarrassed.

“Are you suddenly getting shy?” I asked.

“I think somebody was looking up my skirt and saw me,” she said.

“Isn’t that what you want?” I asked.

“Randy,” mom replied. “We’re in public.”

“You keep saying that, like it’s bad,” I said. “You’ve shown off a lot more in public before. “Why be shy now?”

“That was at the beach,” she said. “And it was a long time ago.”

“So, who is it? What does he look like?” I asked. I didn’t turn around because I didn’t want him to see me, whoever it was.

“I don’t want to look back at him,” mom said. “He’ll notice.”

I looked up and around us. Some sunlight was coming through the tree cover. Despite the shade of the trees overhead it still was bright. I had an idea.

“Pull your sunglasses out of your purse,” I said to mom. “Put them on, and then describe gültepe escort him to me. He won’t be able to see if you are looking at him with sunglasses on.”

Mom paused before responding. But after a few moments she reached into her purse and drew out a pair of stylish sunglasses. She put them on.

“O.K., mom,” I said, “Is he still looking at you?”

She didn’t answer right away, but after what seemed like a minute of looking up, down, and sideways uncomfortably, she replied at last.

“He just glanced this way,” she said. “There’s someone else at his table. Looks like a girlfriend or a wife, maybe.”

“So, he wants to look at you,” I replied, “But he doesn’t want to be so obvious that he gets caught. Is that it?”

“I guess so. It looks that way,” she said. “He just looked this way again. Briefly. Yeah, he doesn’t want to get caught. He’s trying to look this way but he looks nervous doing it.”

I thought about what I was doing. I was trying to orchestrate my mother’s exposure to other people on a restaurant patio. What kind of son was I? What kind of son would do that? Shouldn’t I do everything I could to shield mom’s exposure of the intimate treasure under her skirt from others in public?

I knew my answer. My answer was “no.” It turned me on to think about how hot my mom was. Mom had revealed herself to me; she’d revealed not just her body, but her desires and her fantasies. They were part of her hotness. I wanted to bring them out. I wanted to be the man that my father wasn’t: the man that encouraged my hot mom to be hot and sexy in the way that, deep down, she wanted to be.

“Spread your legs, mom,” I told her, in as firm and as authoritative a voice I could muster as a 19-year-old son.

Mom looked at me, briefly, with her mouth forming a big “O” and her eyes wide and quizzical and uncertain. I looked through the semi-open table top to see what her legs were doing, and they stayed pressed together at first. But not for long. I saw the bare knees, lying several inches beyond the hem of the blue skirt, part — a little at first, but then more. As mom parted her pretty, bare knees, the skirt pulled back, exposing more of her firm thighs. Soon her legs were spread wide, just as I’d asked. A lot of each supple leg was visible beyond the edge of the short skirt now stretched taut. From my point of view, I couldn’t see what was between mom’s legs. But I could tell that someone sitting in front of her could. I wanted to look back, behind me, to see if mom’s voyeur was looking at her now. But I resisted the desire.

“Is he looking?” I asked her.

Mom feigned looking at me, but I knew she was looking through her sunglasses beyond me to see if the man was looking at her.

“He is,” she said. “He’s glanced at me a few times.”

“Can he see your pussy? Let me know if he can see your pussy,” I said.

“Randy,” mom said, “This is really embarrassing. I think I should cover up.”

“You can’t really cover up in that skirt in this position, though, mom,” I said, “Can you?”

“No, I can’t,” she said.

“Then, hold that position,” I said.

I looked through the table top, and I saw that mom held the position. She kept her legs spread wide and the skirt rode far up her thighs. Her head was inclined toward me, but I could tell that behind the dark lenses of her glasses she was looking at the man at the other table who was looking at her. She didn’t move.

I gave her a moment to hold that position before speaking to her again.

“Is he looking at you?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “He’s been sneaking glances at me. He’s trying to be subtle because he’s talking to the woman at his table at the same time. I can tell he doesn’t want to make her suspicious.”

“How do you feel about that, mom?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she responded.

“I mean, how do you feel about a man with a date looking at you, without underwear?” I asked. “He can tell you aren’t wearing panties, right?”

She didn’t answer right away, but she did answer.

“He did a double-take,” she said. “Yeah, he can tell. I think he saw everything.”

Mom’s face was turned toward me and she held her head still as she spoke. Obviously, she was trying to hold on to whatever pretense she could that she didn’t know what she was doing or that she wasn’t aware that the man at the other table could see her most intimate anatomy between her spread legs. But a glance through the table top confirmed that she hadn’t moved her legs, and that despite whatever pretense she was trying to maintain she kept showing herself to this man, and that she knew exactly what she was doing.

I wondered for a second what I was doing. Why did I want my mom to do this? My thoughts were complicated. I wanted to see my mom’s pussy. I wanted to touch and lick and play with it. I wanted to fuck her; I knew that. But I wanted something more, too: I wanted to play with her, to tease out of her something that she’d partly revealed to me but that she’d kept hidden for a long time, something buried deep that nevertheless was a big and important part of her. I wanted it to come out. I wanted to be the one to make it come out. And I wanted to be the one to witness it coming out. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when it did. But I wanted to be there, I wanted to see it, and I wanted to be part of it.

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For a while, I really believed I fancied Emma. At least, I thought I liked her enough that I would want to date her. I’d lay awake at night, thinking of her and the way she giggled softly at my jokes, never seeming to appreciate them much or find them really funny. Nevertheless, humoring me and trying to please, just like she did with everyone else. I would close my eyes and picture her small, delicate hand tucking a long streak of blond hair behind the ear, her forehead frowning in puzzlement or dismay. She has had the softest of voices, often prompting her conversationalist either to lean closer as it was barely audible or ask her to repeat herself.

She lived in an old Victorian house across the street from our family home. The house was owned by my father and was filled with the students from the nearby college. The rent was fairly steep, but the house was big and beautiful, allowing seven students to practically have their own flats, sharing only a big kitchen. If something were amiss my father would send me over to fix it for them.

At first I hated the job. I had no time to mess around someone else’s living quarters, being a student myself and needing every spare moment for the studies. But once Emma moved in, I didn’t mind it much anymore. She was kind and gentle girl, always a bit of a loner, not really making friends with anybody who lived in the house, not even me. Always courteous, she would make certain there was distance between her and the rest of the world, devoting all her time to the books and her little Chihuahua dog, Angelique.

From time to time I would bump into her at college and she would smile and greet me warmly, only to hurry away, preventing me to involve her in conversation beyond “Hello, how are you?”

I asked her to a party once and she heatedly declined, using the all too transparent of an excuse of having to study. A few weeks later I drove past her on my way home from a class and offered her a ride, but she refused that, too.

Slowly, my liking of her turned into annoyance. She appeared to be a snob, believing nobody was good enough for her, or so I thought. I had girlfriends aplenty, but it was her I really wanted and she clearly didn’t like what I had to offer. To her, I was probably nothing more than a janitor, someone who desperately tried to attract her attention, and for whom she didn’t have a minute to spare.

Christmas time came and I knew that everyone in the rented house had left to visit his or her family. Everyone that is, but Emma. She and her blasted dog were the only ones left, and I was more than pissed off when I had to walk over there on one particularly bitterly cold evening to fix the furnace in the cellar. I was late for a party and didn’t feel like dirtying myself with ashes.

High and mighty Emma didn’t even have the decency to come down and tell me what was wrong. She simply explained everything to my dad over the phone and I was instructed on what to do. I saw to it that she had heat in the house and just as I was about to leave the cellar, an idea came over me, something I’ve never entertained before, not even in my wildest sexual fantasies late at night, when I lay in my bed, wanking off furiously, thinking of Emma or some other girl that took my fancy.

I decided to return to the house late at night after the party and just watch her sleep. Even though I was furious, she was a beautiful girl and despite having lost all hope of ever dating her, I still enjoyed looking at her face. I read somewhere that a sleeping person is at its most innocent, or maybe it was vulnerable. Whatever the case may be, I wanted to see her when she wasn’t hiding her true self from me. I walked over to the small window in the corner of the cellar, which was big enough to allow a person to enter from the backyard and quickly checked the cellar door, making sure Emma was nowhere near to spot me. I unlocked the window, opened it and then closed it again, leaving it unbolted.

“All done, Emma!” I yelled up the stairs as I had finally left the cellar. I waited for a minute and after a few uncomfortable moments, she finally replied, thanking me for my trouble and bidding me goodnight.

I was still shaking my head as I exited the house. She proved to be more and more bitchy by the day. Now, years later, I can understand her reluctance to make friends with the world, but at the time, I was young and foolish, all I knew was that there was fun to be had and parties to attend to. I never cared enough to find out why she kept isolating herself from everybody.

The party that I went to proved to be somewhat of a disappointment. Very few of my friends showed up and I was in a pissy mood all evening. I had a few beers but even that didn’t satisfy me and unlike other times I stopped drinking before I got intoxicated. I kept thinking of Emma and how I would avoid her being istanbul escort alarmed by the inevitable barking of her pet rat. Truth to be told, that dog didn’t make much noise, but one never knows with animals. When least expected, they could make a ruckus and spoil one’s plans, to say the least.

I left early, telling my best friend Brian that I had a late night date, trying to make an alibi for myself should the trouble ensue and I found myself in a tight spot. I drove through the countryside, avoiding the pubs that were my usual haunts, finally arriving in Reading well after midnight. I noticed that I was trembling all over and it wasn’t just due to the cold. I was nervous and excited both at the same time.

Why I thought seeing her asleep was such a good idea, I couldn’t tell. Not then, not now. I believe I just wanted to be close to her when she wasn’t on guard, seeing her like she most certainly wouldn’t want me to see her. It would be my personal revenge, I thought. At the same time, I tried to come up with an excuse in case she did catch me in the house and the best I could think of was that I came to make sure the furnace was still in a working order. Even now, I still break out into a sweat just thinking of how foolish I had been and what sorts of trouble I could have gotten myself into had the things gone wrong. Even though I wasn’t truly drunk, I think the little alcohol that was in my system had boosted my courage, as I seriously doubted I would have gone through with the spying thing if I were stone cold sober.

I parked the car at the end of the street, making certain that she couldn’t have heard or seen me coming home. Ever so quietly, I slipped into the alley behind the house and quickly checked to see if there were any signs of life in my own home. Apart from the small light above the front door, it seemed my parents were sound asleep and I was grateful for that. Now, I only had to worry about Emma and her dog.

The light in Emma’s room appeared to be off as well and I knew she always went to bed quite early. I sincerely hoped that this was the case on that particular night, too.

I opened the unlocked window at the back and slipped inside the house, softly landing on a small, thick rug that I had placed in the cellar earlier in the evening just for that reason. I held my breath and slowly closed the window, silently grateful that the hinges didn’t creak.

I turned towards the door and a high-pitched sound coming from behind the big cardboard box that housed an old washing machine almost made me jump out of my skin. For a moment I thought it was the rats, although we’ve never encountered that problem before. If it were the little buggers, I wouldn’t be the one dealing with them. They creeped the living daylights out of me even when simply watching them on the television, I wouldn’t want to bump into them in real life.

Then the sound changed into whining and slowly and ever so carefully I walked over to the box, peeping behind it. To my great amazement, the doggie crate that Emma used for her pooch stood there and through the metal bars Angelique’s sad face looked at me.

I stood as if bolted to the floor for a moment, expecting the dog to burst out into a mad barking session. The dog, however, appeared to have recognized me, her whining becoming slightly louder, but still nothing to alarm Emma.

I couldn’t understand why she would put the dog in the cold cellar in the middle of the night. She loved that blasted Chihuahua more than anything I could’ve thought of and this was certainly out of the ordinary.

“It’s okay, Ang.” I said and poked my finger through the bars, letting her get my scent, which I hoped would pacify her. Her cold nose touched my finger and she gave it a few quick licks, without making any additional noise. Satisfied that the dog would not give me away, I left her where she was and slowly crept up the concrete stairs, grateful that Emma left the cellar door open.

The minute I stepped into the ground floor hall, I had a feeling something was not quite right. I could hear noises upstairs, but they didn’t sound like a television program, or so I believed. There was more than one voice, I was certain of that.

I took off my shoes and very slowly crept up the carpeted stairs towards the first floor. The noise was becoming louder now, although still somewhat muffled and for a moment I thought someone was clapping.

A cacophony of sounds, which in one instant became recognizable, hit my brain and I froze. It was not the clapping I heard, it was flesh smacking against flesh. Clearly, the puritanical Emma was having sex. The other thing, which stunned me even more, was the other voice that I heard. It belonged to someone that I knew very well. It was the voice I heard every day. Sometimes that voice would praise me, more kabataş escort often than not, it would scold me. My father was up there with her. My own dad!

For a moment I was going to turn around and flee the house, grabbing my shoes and bolting through the front door, not caring if the couple upstairs heard me.

Then, the anger as well as curiosity got the better of me and I simply had to see what was going on. I remained standing on the stairs for a while longer, trying to control my breathing and hoping that the loud hammering of my heart was indeed only heard by me.

Step by painful step I climbed the stairs, approaching Emma’s bedroom at the top of the landing, its door wide open, a flimsy and flickering light of a candle pouring out into the hall. She must have had her shutters drawn or I would have noticed the light when I was standing outside the house.

As I got closer to the bedroom, the words began taking shapes and every once in a while I would clearly hear what they were saying, or rather gasping.

She said: … Peter (my father’s name)… darling (I felt like someone punched me in the stomach)…hurting me…oh yes…oh no…please, faster… He said: …my little tart…tight cunny…fuck uncle Peter (the feeling of nausea hit me hard this time)…that’s it…that’s it…fuck your uncle Peter, sweetheart…

I stood still for what seemed like forever. Finally, I managed to gather enough courage and strength – by now, my legs were dangerously wobbly – and crept the last few stairs up, kneeling on the floor and ever so carefully looked around the corner into Emma’s room.

The first thing I saw was my father’s big, milky white and hairy arse moving in the rhythm of fucking. Ever since I can remember, my dad has been quite overweight and the sight of him naked only added to the feeling of disgust. I couldn’t see much of Emma as they were standing with their backs against the door, but her long and lanky legs were visible, one on each side of him. She was standing on tiptoes, leaning against something, probably a chair, clearly struggling not to fall over. My father’s back shined with sweat and he kept his white socks on, something I always found distasteful on a man having sex. The skin on his arms and legs was flapping, reminding me of a walrus making his way across the icy ground. There were roles of fat around his waist, wobbling with the rest of him with each movement.

The loud smacking of his stomach against her arse cheeks and his huge balls waving between his legs were hardly an arousing factor but I felt myself going slowly hard. My jeans were suddenly too tight and kneeling on the floor, I didn’t quite dare unzip myself and take my cock out, but I did rub myself through the thick material as if attempting to pacify the growing hardness. Again, I do believe this boldness was a direct consequence of a slight intoxication, which I was not even aware of.

She gasped each time he rammed inside her, which was accompanied by his grunt, making him sound like a hard laborer. I remembered those grunts from when he would be doing things around the house, picking up heavy objects or moving furniture. The disgust I felt over my dad was indescribable.

“Not so hard, please!” she said all of a sudden and it had struck me as funny that even in the moments of heated passion, which she had obviously been feeling, she would manage to word her sentences politely.

Ignoring her, my dad seemed to speed up the pace and fuck just as hard as he did before if not harder. She began whimpering and her gasps have turned into muffled screams.

“You like that, don’t you, baby girl?” grunted my father. “You like uncle Peter to fuck you hard!”

I felt dizzy.

“Yes,” she gasped, “but not so hard.”

To my eyes, he rammed her even harder.

“That’s right!” he said. “Squeeze me, baby girl! Squeeze uncle Peter’s cock tight!”

The flesh against flesh slapping was loud, to me it sounded as if the whole street could hear them. She must have been squeezing like he told her to, as in a few seconds he grunted hard again: “That’s it! That’s it!” I couldn’t figure out what was up with that ‘uncle Peter’ thing.

Suddenly he pulled out and straightened up, his hands reaching for her and I could see her head as she was turning around. In panic I withdrew behind the wall, afraid that I might have been to slow. To my great relief no scream of horror followed, only a muffled hard breathing that I presumed belonged to Emma.

I chanced another glance and now, I could see Emma’s delicate hands resting on my father’s arse cheeks, her fingernails digging deep into his flesh. As if on cue, he sidestepped a bit, trying to keep his balance, slightly turning them both so that I could see her mouth wrapped around his cock, taking it in deep.

As nauseated as the entire scene kadıköy escort made me, I was fascinated, too. Her long hair was in ponytails, her face was clear of make up and she looked much younger than her nineteen years. She had beautiful, round breasts, which were now showing the traces of fingers where my dad had been squeezing them. My father had obviously had secret fantasies of the forbidden kind and I thought of my mum, a devoted housewife, pretty in her own delicate way, who believed that matching the color of one’s shoes and tops was the peak of sophistication. I felt sorry for my mum and at the same time I was angry with both of them; all three in fact. They were doing (or not) things that clearly affected me, as well, even if they were not aware of it.

“Open up wide!” my dad commanded and grabbed a ponytail in each hand. She did as she was told and he slid his cock deep inside her mouth, probably halfway down her throat, at the same time pulling her onto him, making her gag and her eyes water. I looked up in his face, noticing that the sweat beads were gathering at the end of his thick beard and every time he would move, they would break off and land on his chest. His black hair was slicked back, looking wet just like the rest of him.

Surely, I thought, she would stop this maddens at any given moment, but to my great surprise she didn’t. Her eyes were closed tight, tears slowly finding their way down the side of her cheeks and it seemed that he was manhandling her head so strongly she had no control over it. The sight was pathetic and brutal, yet very arousing.

Only then did I notice an array of sex toys strewn about the floor. A rather large butt plug, a dildo, a vibrator, a number of smaller butt plugs, all in hot pink, clearly bought as a set. ‘You kinky little bitch’, I thought.

“Emma…” my dad gasped and she half opened her eyes. “I’m about to cum!” he said between his grunts and one of her hands slipped off his arse and found its way between his legs, her fingers rubbing his crack and to my great horror, I could see what I thought one of them digging inside his arse hole.

His grunts turned into half screams and she began retching from the force of his ramming inside her throat. I knew he was cumming, just as I knew that this was my last chance to clear out of there before being spotted. If I waited until they were done, I was bound to get caught.

I crept down the stairs and put on my shoes. I couldn’t be bothered with climbing through the cellar window. If they were this careless then they should get something to be worried about. His grunts turned into very loud “Ah…ah…” gasps and I could hear Emma gagging and moaning at the same time. I stepped out into the street and deliberately slammed the door, hoping that I ruined the ultimate moment for my dad, at least this once. Obviously, the night I had seen them together was not the first time they had been fucking behind my mum’s back, Emma had known him too well. He told her he was cumming and she knew exactly what to do. I felt sick.

I slipped back into the shadows of the alley behind the house and walked through the narrow passages that formed a labyrinth of sorts, surrounded by the backyards, quietly entering my own home. I was deeply disappointed in my dad and Emma. At least, I found out that she was a hot-blooded woman, which I began doubting a while ago.

A plan began forming in my head of which I was only half-conscious. I would find a way to make them both pay! How, I didn’t quite know yet, but I would manage it somehow.

I found my way around the house and into my bedroom in darkness and minutes after I had taken off my clothes and slipped under the bed covers, I heard a quiet opening and closing of the front door. My father’s heavy footsteps rushed up the stairs and I could sense rather then hear him opening my bedroom door.

“Milosh?” he whispered? He would only call me that when he was extremely annoyed and I was in trouble. At other times he would use Milo like everyone else. “Milosh?” he repeated again and I continued pretending that I was deep inside the oblivion of dreams.

He grunted softly and a flashback of him standing over Emma, grunting his way deep inside her pussy almost made me cough. My bedroom door closed quietly and I sighed in relief. He wasn’t certain it was I in the house on the other side of the street, although I believed he had a pretty good idea. I also believed that he was too much of a coward to confront me with it, and if he was to kick up any fuss, all I needed to do was to tell on him to my mum. Not that she would believe me, of course. Lost in her own world of gossip and trivial pursuits of antiques and books, her head was usually high up in the clouds somewhere.

But not yet, I thought. I won’t tell her yet. First, I will have my revenge and afterwards, we’ll see what happens. Slowly I drifted off into an uneasy sleep, conscious of the hardness between my legs, deliberately ignoring it. I would not wank off on account of my own father’s infidelity. That would have been an ultimate betrayal, I felt. I will think about what to do tomorrow I decided satisfactorily.

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Emma and I ate our breakfast slowly; in no hurry to speed up our time together and happy to savor the moment. Of course, having a beautiful, mostly naked woman in bed with me as I ate breakfast was not a hard thing to take. She sat cross-legged on the bed; I reclined on my left elbow. I surveyed her sweet body as we sipped coffee and snarfed down scrambled eggs and perfectly cooked bacon.

She was wearing only the briefest pair of lime green cotton panties and white wool socks that were a bit too big for her slender ankles. Her perfect breasts hung delicately off her slender shoulders, highlighted by the firm round tips of her light brown nipples. Her fine shoulder length hair was tied up loosely over her head, loose strands hanging errantly here and there, and her big inquisitive brown eyes shone brightly as we talked.

“You are very brave to fry bacon dressed like that. You put that beautiful skin of yours at great risk,” I chided. She did have exquisite skin, as I had always suspected, and had finally gotten to confirm last night.

“I wore a big old apron in the kitchen, but didn’t think it was appropriate attire for the bedroom,” she joked, her gorgeous eyes smiling over the rim of her coffee cup as she took a sip.

“Well I entirely agree,” I said, “although you’re still a bit overdressed for my taste.”

“Then you might just have to do something about that, won’t you?” she teased.

She had the most infectious giggle and a physical allure that was remarkable: sensuous and magnetic. I could only stand her being almost naked and so close for just so long before the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch her took hold. And I could tell she felt the same. She placed the breakfast tray onto the side table by her bed, lay down on her back with her head on a pillow and turned her lovely face to me. I lay on my left side and looked at her extraordinary body draped there before me to explore.

Her smooth skin shone in the filtered morning light and her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her lovely breasts lay slightly flattened by her prone position, but they still protruded skyward in a perfect shape, capped by her delicate smooth nipples. Her torso was toned and flat and the smooth line of her lower stomach was interrupted by the elastic band of her panties, cutting sharply across and just above the mound of her pubis. The seductive rise of her pubic bone and the fleshy outline of her labia majora were unmistakable through the tight cotton of her panties. She lay with her right leg on the bed and the other cocked up slightly, accentuating the graceful protuberance of her mons against her upper left thigh. I reached out to touch her.

My right hand drifted slowly over her body. Neither of us spoke; we just languished in the moment; me enjoying the feel and view of her perfect body; she enjoying the soft touch of my fingertips exploring and caressing her skin. My fingers grazed across her nipples, barely touching them, and I could feel her body react and move sensuously. They trailed down and across her smooth tummy, and barely floated along the bulging outline of her pudenda. I could feel the heat of her sex, radiating through the thin stretched fabric of the cotton covering her treasure.

“Mmmmmm. That feels good, Jack. You have a nice touch, sir.”

“I’m so glad you invited me to dinner last night, Em. I mean, dinner was great, but spending the evening with you, and then spending the night…. Well, it wasn’t what I had intended, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”

“I did too. And, I hate to admit this, but, it was sort of what I was hoping would happen. I needed to get to know you better to see if you could play a role in something I’ve been thinking about and planning for a long time.”

My fingers continued to float along her contours. I loved the way her nipples stiffened slightly each time I drifted slowly over their pale sepia peaks. But my ears perked up as she intimated some sort of longer range plan that I was not aware of.

“Thinking and planning, huh? Sounds dangerous — almost like I’m being manipulated — totally against my own free will, I might add.”

She giggled and squirmed a little as my hand rested along her inner thigh, almost touching her cotton covered mound.

“Well, I do have a little plan, I have to say. But if I tell you about, then I’ll have to kill you,” she joked.

“My God! I’m in the clutches of a black widow,” I responded. “Well, I’ll take my chances. Tell me about your so-called plan. Tell me what you have up your sleeve,” I inquired. “Except you’re not wearing any sleeves, so perhaps you should show me what you have inside those tight little panties of yours,” I suggested as the palm of my hand cupped the full fleshy outline of her pussy mound. She laughed and squirmed some more under my touch. I could feel the faintest trace of moistness mixed in with the heat of her hot puffy pussy.

“Well, I’m twenty-two and I’ve been very sexually active since I was a sophomore in high school. I’ve had lots of experiences with guys my age, but, as much as I’ve enjoyed the college kağıthane escort scene and the parties and all the guys I’ve been with and all, there are still a lot of things I haven’t experienced. And I want to.”

My hand drifted up to run along the edges of the exquisite lines and delicate bone structure of her face. She really was gorgeous and I was enjoying the slow seductive game we were playing.

“Okay. Go on,” I implored.

“So I’ve wanted to find a guy that I could…experiment with. Someone older and a bit more experienced. I love sex, as you probably noticed last night.”

“That’s an understatement,” I replied. She giggled again.

“But there are so many things I still need to experience and, well, I thought it would be better to find one person to explore those things with, rather than trying to do it all on my own. I’m not looking for a super long-term relationship. I’m not looking for a husband, at the moment. I just want to find someone to…explore with. Does that make sense to you?”

“Well, yes, it does. But what sorts of things? And why me?”

“Hmmm. Well, like I said, I’ve done college guys. I wanted someone older and more mature. But there were also certain, how should I say this, physical characteristics that were important to me. You passed those with flying colors.”

“I did? I didn’t know I was being graded. Like what sort of characteristics?” I queried.

“Well, I knew from attending your class all semester that you had a nice body and were in good shape. But I needed to know you were the right size for me,” she said grinning.

“Which means?”

“Not too big and not too small. Not too thick, but not too thin,” she smiled as she looked down at my cock, flopped lazily on my thigh. “Just right,” she grinned, giving my languid cock a little squeeze. Blood flowed.

“Well, thank you. I think,” I replied. She laughed.

“And, most importantly, I wanted to make sure you could keep up with me.”

I thought back to the pace of the previous night and remembered the sometimes frantic pace of our sex and her seemingly insatiable need to fuck. It all sounded like I was being recruited for what might shape up to be the ride of a lifetime.

“Where do I sign up?” I asked. She giggled as my fingers continued to trace gentle lines up and down the soft curvature of her body.

“Right here,” she oozed, as she stretched her body like a cat in heat.

“And you didn’t answer my question about what sort of things you were looking to explore. I find it hard to believe you haven’t had a ton of experiences,” I continued.

“Oh, I’ve fucked plenty of guys. This isn’t a numbers thing. There are just things I haven’t done, that I want to do. And I want to try them all with one person as my anchor – my partner, as it were.”

She looked at me deeply as my palm rested on her soft breast.

“Will you?” she asked, so sweetly. I couldn’t have turned her down even if I had wanted to.

“Well, you still haven’t told me what all these things are you want to do,” I persisted. “I mean, if you want to fuck while sky-diving at 20,000 feet or in the lion’s cage at the Bronx Zoo, then you’ll have to find another recruit,” I stated.

She feigned depression.

“Well, I guess I can take those two off my list.” She brightened. “Now will you do it?”

I wasn’t going to say no to this offer. But I still needed to know more.

“Details, Em. Details”

“Okay. I want to try a threesome, both ways — inviting a woman into our bed and then, another time, a man.” I nodded. No objections so far. “I want to try a group thing, or at least swapping with another couple.” I nodded again. “I want to go to a sex club. I want to try some light bondage. I want to fuck in public or someplace we might get caught and I want to….” I interrupted her.

“Em. I have to tell you something. I may be twice your age, but in all honesty; I haven’t experienced most of those things either. I mean, you should know this about me before you jump to any conclusions.”

I expected a crestfallen look; disappointment in my lack of wily, worldly ways. But instead I got a wide-eyed grin.

“Oh, Jack. That’s great,” she gushed.

I was confused. I thought she was looking for an experienced guide to steer her gently through the moral morass of fantasies and fetishes. I was, apparently, mistaken.

“Geez, Em. I thought you’d be disappointed in me,” I apologized.

She shushed me with an index finger across her delicious lips. She smiled so sweetly.

“No, Jack. This will be an adventure for the both of us now. I know you know what you’re doing. And I love that you’re a mature and sexually experienced man. But this way we both get to find out what these things are all about — and you won’t be judging our experiences against others. Oh, this is so exciting,” she gushed, as she clapped her hands together. Her sweet breasts jiggled.

She was seriously thrilled, and if it worked for her, it worked for me. The images of all the possible connections began kartal escort to whirl through my head as I looked at this lovely lady laying prone, happy, and ready.

My fingers grazed down and over her cotton clad cunt. It was like a little furnace and warmed my hand as I cupped her mons. I squeezed, ever so softly and felt her lips below moistening under my touch.

“Em. I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”

I massaged the molten flesh cupped under the palm of my hand.

“And as guides go, you’ll find my rates very reasonable,” I continued.

“Oh my. How will I ever pay you off,” she sighed.

I felt her hips lift off the bed slightly to press against my palm. She smiled and I leaned in to kiss her. Her soft lips opened and I could feel her tongue probing gently for mine. We kissed tenderly, our passion building slowly as she spread her legs slightly and let my hand nestle against her gathering wetness. My lips trailed away from her mouth and down along her graceful neck, nibbling, heading south along the slope of her generous breasts. She arched her back to feed her nipple to my lips, as my hand slipped under the elastic of her panties and my middle finger slid down into her slick groove. She caught her breath and let out a deep moan as I rested my finger on her swollen clit and wiggled it, ever so slightly.

“Yessss,” she whispered.

I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked, as softly and gently as I could. She reached to the swell of her hips and pushed her panties down. I assisted with their removal, sliding them down her lean smooth thighs, before returning to the task at hand.

I’ve always been a very tactile person, and love touching a woman, using my fingers as a source of her pleasure. I’ve been told that I’m very good with my hands, and certainly some women respond to manual stimulation more than others. Emma was in the former category. I could feel, as I caressed and stroked, her positive reaction to my manual maneuvering. She purred like a cat under my touch and her whole being writhed in appreciation. Her body was in constant motion, and she lifted and humped her hips to meet my hand and encourage me to explore her further.

Her pussy was now soaked, steaming hot, and flowing with her natural lubricants. I explored from her clitoral shaft all the way to her asshole, every inch of her sex open to my tender touch.

“God, I love your fingers, Jack,” she cooed as she reached down to lightly grip my shaft. “You can touch me all day, baby.”

She stroked me lightly, almost absentmindedly, as my fingers probed deeper and began to focus in on the throbbing center of her sex. My fingers slipped easily in and out her slick folds and her hips ground to meet my digital display of affection. The pad of my middle finger began to trace soft circles around the protruding slick nubbin of her clit. She clutched me tightly as she let the sensations wash over her body.

“Oh God, Jack. I need your fuck. Give me your cock, baby! Now!” she seethed.

Not a request I could deny at that particular moment. I positioned myself between her legs, agog at the amazing view below me: her pink wet pussy spread open and ready for my cock. I lifted her legs up so her calves were resting on my shoulders. She was panting with anticipation as I placed my cock at her swollen opening. She was so wet; I knew I could have slammed home to the hilt in one fell swoop. But I chose to slide in slowly.

I slid just an inch or two of my stiff dick into her waiting wetness. She gasped as I began to rock back and forth, only giving her a teasing sense of what was to come. I felt her grab my ass to pull me in deeper.

“Come on, Jack. Don’t tease me. I need you to fuck me!” she claimed through gritted teeth.

I ignored her request to go deeper, but I did start pumping faster. I could feel her cunt opening up to my prick and, inch by inch, I began to ram my cock in a little deeper with each stroke. Each inch elicited a deeper groan and then, finally, I plunged deep and began to fuck her with long thick strokes that had her reacting vigorously and vocally.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried to the rhythm of my pounding penetration. The bed was banging against the wall and the sound of my hips slamming into her ass and the backs of her thighs made a wet fleshy slapping sound.

“Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me!” she hissed into my ear as I almost pulled out with each outward stroke, only to bury my shaft deep inside her open cunt with the next downward thrust. I began to hump in double time, going in and out so fast, she held on for dear life. I couldn’t keep this pace up for long, but I wouldn’t need to. I felt her clutch me tightly and suddenly go silent. And then she screamed.

“Fuck!!” I grunted as I felt my huge load of cum explode into her deepest caverns. And as I pumped her full of hot semen, I felt her pussy clench and spasm on my pounding dick. She milked me for all I was worth, and after five or six strong spasms of cum, our wasted bodies collapsed in a sweaty heap on the soaked sheets.

She küçükçekmece escort curled up against me and swung her slender thigh over mine.

“You don’t have to go anywhere today — do you?” she queried. She put her head on my shoulder and ran her hand up and down my torso.

“I did. But now I don’t,” I replied. She smiled. “But can I assume lunch and dinner will be served in the same inimitable style?” I asked, arching my eyebrow

“I think that can be arranged,” she said.

I rearranged myself on my side so I could look into her beautiful eyes. Our hands rested on one another as we talked.

“So where do we start, Em?

“Well, I was thinking,” she cooed. “Actually I think it would be a good idea to just spend a week or two, just you and me, getting to know one another better. I mean, I feel like I know you and all, but, well, you know what I mean.”

She was a very perceptive young lady and it certainly made sense that if we were going to explore all the sexual options she’d outlined, we should be very comfortable in our own sexual relationship.

“I think that’s a great idea, Em. Really. And you know, I’m happy to follow your bliss here. But you should know I’d be perfectly happy to just fuck you as much as possible. I’ll explore any avenue you want. But know that, at the core, I want you.”

She smiled tenderly and touched my face.

“That’s so sweet, Jack,” she said, looking deeply into my eyes.

We talked for the next half hour, throwing out ideas on how to pursue some of the fantasies she had outlined. She told me about a friend of hers, another female student, whom she thought would be fun to bring into bed with us. The description of her friend, Althea, held great promise. Emma had met her on her dorm floor sophomore year and they had struck up a friendship. She was a petite, but curvy girl of Greek descent. She was very bi, and had tried to recruit Em to join her and her boyfriend one night. Em had declined, but knew that Althea was still interested in pursuing some sort of sexual union.

“Well, we can add her to the list, I think,” I said. “I love small tight women.”

“Do you, now?” Emma said. “Well we’ll just see what we can do about that.”

“And I have an idea to throw into the mix, I think.”

She looked at me with bemusement.

“Spill.”

“Well, I have this old friend from college who lives down in Greenwich. Very well-to-do lawyer now, and played the field for many years. But he married a younger woman a few years back – not as young as you, in her early thirties — and he’s always shared the fact that they have a fairly open relationship and have explored swinging on a limited basis. He’s tried to lure me in a few times since my divorce, but I’ve never followed through. But I would bet we could spend a weekend with them at their place. There would most definitely be some chemistry. He’s a very handsome guy and, as you would imagine, his wife is a stunner.”

Em smiled. “Sounds like you might have an ulterior motive. Well, add them to the list. It sounds great to me.”

She reached down to squeeze my cock, which was beginning to stir again with the combination of her gentle grip and the nature of our conversation.

“Can you imagine what it would be like to watch other people fuck? Or to have other people watch us fuck? Or mix things up? Oh my God, Jack. It could be so hot.”

I could tell she liked this idea as her hand began to urge be back to erection. I watched her slender fingers work their magic and felt the blood flow lift my cock up off my stomach and back to rigidity.

“What do you say we take a shower and pick up right here in ten minutes?” I inquired.

“You are a dirty boy. Let’s go clean you up.”

She bounded out of bed, her full natural breasts bouncing innocently as I followed her wiggle to the bathroom. I was fully extended and stiffly vibrating as we entered her generous master bath. A full glass shower sat to one side with a rain head faucet extending out of a fully tiled ceiling.

Em reached inside and started the shower and adjusted the temperature, her breasts wavering seductively as she leaned into the enclosure.

“I like to stick with my routine, you know,” I joked.

“Well this may be part of your routine, but I can assure you the rest of the day will be anything but,” she responded.

“You promise?”

She smirked, grabbed my hand and pulled me under the shower. The water cascaded with excellent pressure down on our bodies and Emma immediately soaped up her hand and reached for my dick.

“We’re gonna make certain parts of you extra clean, Jack,” she stated as her soapy hand reached underneath to cup and massage my balls. I reached for the soap myself and began to run the bar all over Emma’s sweet body. Her nipples came to full attention as I ran the soap all over her luscious contours.

I returned the bar to the soap tray and used both hands to knead and slide my hands over Emma’s curves, while she busied herself doing a soapy stroke up and down the length of my erection. The more we moved our hands, the more the sudsy bubbles encased our bodies. I loved the feel of her breasts as I slid my hands over their soft slippery flesh. I felt Emma’s hand slip down low and underneath, massaging my balls and going even further to tease the soapy sphincter of my asshole.

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My blaring alarm woke me up for school. I rolled over to turn it off and jumped in surprise with my naked body hit the cold crusty toy. I moved it, turned off my alarm and got out of bed. My legs felt weak and a little sore from last night. Putting my robe on I hid the toy in the large pocket and went to the bathroom to shower. I took the toy in with me just thinking to wash it off only but when I was doing that the texture and feel in my hand aroused me slightly and tempted me to practice my sucking again. I stuck the toy on the side of the shower at head level to simulate a cock from a standing man if I was to be kneeling in front of him. Before I started to play I knew I needed to wash up and did it quickly so I had a few minutes to practice before getting ready for school.

I think I did a little better at taking the toy deep. I tried very hard to control my gag reflex and at least didn’t panic this time. Satisfied with my skills for this morning, I moved the toy lower, turned around and eased back onto it with my pussy. It slid in easily since I was wet and horny from sucking it. Unfortunately I didn’t have much time to spend. But I took what time I did, moving off and onto it as if I was being taken doggy style. I was almost ready to cum when I heard my mother yell through the door to hurry up, effectively killing the mood. I washed the toy again, turned off the water and got out. In my room I dressed and hid the toy for some reason. I don’t know why since my mother said I could borrow it. I think it was because I didn’t want it to disappear before I got to use it again.

At breakfast, Drake was grinning at me. I knew what he was thinking. I did my best to ignore him until my mother left the kitchen leaving us alone.

“So did you enjoy the toy last night? If you get tired of it I’ve got something bigger just waiting for you,” he said.

This was the first time he had ever been so blunt in wanting to do me. I glared at him and said, “In your dreams, sicko.”

He just smiled and said, “You know you’d love it,” just before Mom came back.

The honk from outside saved me any further words. I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door to my friend’s car, giving Fuckface Drake a nasty look.

*****

During school I had a difficult time focusing. All I kept thinking about was sucking the toy and getting off. I kept wondering what a real cock would feel and taste like and daydreamed most of the day away. It wasn’t good for me to be this distracted. I wasn’t a great student, actually on the verge of not graduating due to bad grades. One class in particular was math, my last of the day. I hated math and was doing poorly enough that my graduation could depend entirely on the last test for the year. And it was today! When I was this distracted.

I tried my hardest, but when time was called and I looked down at my test I knew I had failed it. I was in deep shit and didn’t know what to do. I sat in my chair until the rest of the class had left and then went up to Mr. Gilles to talk to him.

“I don’t think I did very well and I’m worried about graduating?” I said.

He knew my history, knew the kind of student I was and was well aware what I needed to do to get a passing grade in his class. He was older, probably in his forties or early fifties and never much liked me. He paused before responding.

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” he said finding my exam in the stack.

He removed the answer key and started going through my test right then. After about five minutes of pure torture I saw the amount of red on my paper and knew it wasn’t good.

“You’re correct. You didn’t do well. Less so than I expected. What happened?” he asked.

“I’m having issues at home and I’m distracted. So what can I do? Is there some extra-credit or something to make up some points?” I asked.

“I’m afraid not. It’s too close to the end of the year. Nothing can be done?” he said.

I don’t know why I did it. I think it was panic and I just acted on what I had been thinking about for the last hours. I walked around his desk and stood next to him.

“Are you sure there is nothing I can do?” I asked, reaching out to his shoulder and bending over him.

He was so taken aback he didn’t respond besides widening his eyes at me. I let my hand run down his button down shirt as I bent lower until I was on my knees. When my hands found his belt he finally reacted, grabbing hold of my wrists and yanking me upright and standing himself.

“Get out of here! How dare you!” he screamed, throwing my hands away from him.

I was committed now and knew I couldn’t stop without doing something or I was doomed for sure. Moving forward I looked him in the eyes and said, “Come now Mr. Gilles I’m sure there is something I can do for you to help my grade. No one has to know, it will be our little secret.”

“Young lady if you don’t leave my classroom this instant I’ll be forced to remove you myself!” he yelled again.

“Oh my, so strong and forceful. You seem to have some pent up aggression. I could release some ortaköy escort of that for you. What do you say?” I asked, reaching for his crotch.

He reacted too slowly and I got my hand cupped around his package holding it there, feeling his penis and testicles through the material. His resolve wavered, he still grabbed my wrist and was going to yank my hand away but I moved my fingers, caressing his manhood stopping him from pulling me away.

“Yes… see that’s nice, isn’t it?” I asked.

He didn’t respond but didn’t move away either. I continued rubbing him, noticing rather quickly that he was growing in his pants. His grip around my wrist lessoned but he didn’t let go. With my other hand I went for his belt again and this time he allowed me to unbuckle it since I was rubbing his hardening shaft. I had him now; his hand fell from my wrist giving me access to him. I was going to put to use what my mother and Drake had taught me. This was their doing. If they wouldn’t have made me watch I wouldn’t have even thought about this. They enabled me. It was their fault.

Once Mr. Gilles belt was undone I slowly unzipped his zipper and popped the button until his slacks fell down to the floor in a pile. His penis was hard and I noticed much smaller than both Drake and the toy I had practiced on. Yanking his boxers off of him I pushed him down into his chair and fell to my knees. Reaching forward I took his small penis in my hand feeling the warm throbbing shaft. It was so much different than the toy. The excitement of getting to touch a real one had me stimulated and not wanting to stop or even think about what I was really doing. I grabbed his shaft hard and stroked like my mother had taught me the night before, moving the loose skin on his ridged shaft with just two fingers and my thumb. That was the first time Mr. Gilles moaned. He liked what I was doing. My other hand cupped his balls, rolling them in my hand as I stroked up and down his shaft.

I could smell his musty odor and it wasn’t long before a shiny drop of liquid appeared out of his slit. Leaning forward I touched it with my tongue and he started wigging out as I spread it around, teasing the tip with my wet tongue. It was a little salty and his aroma was much stronger licking his head. Letting go of his cock I took him into my mouth. Deeper and deeper I descended on his rod. He was much shorter and narrower than the toy and I didn’t have any trouble taking all of him in my mouth. It felt much different than the toy, alive, warm and moving. I could feel the throbbing and contractions as I slid my mouth down the shaft. His pubic hair tickled my nose and the smell was stronger.

Just as I reached the base, his penis started to convulse much more and hot thick fluid rushed down my throat almost choking me. Somehow, probably by instinct, my throat closed quickly before I inhaled the semen. Instead I had to swallow because more was coming in small little bursts from his head. He had cum so fast it was surprising to me and I didn’t know what else to do. He was so far back that I didn’t even taste most of his cum, not until I finished swallowing and started taking him out of my mouth did the leftovers find my taste buds. It was a bitter musty flavor and not pleasant at all but I covered my disgust and licked him clean before looking up at him.

His face was twisted in what looked like pain but I knew it was pleasure because of his breathing and moaning. His eyes were wide and he was staring at me shocked and stunned about what had just happened.

“See, I knew you had something building up. I know you’ll do the right thing and pass me. Maybe that test can get ‘lost’ or something.”

“Umm… sure fine, just go!” he said, obviously flustered.

“I’m glad we could come to an agreement,” I said, standing up, wiping my mouth and hurrying out of his classroom.

The halls were empty, I went to my locker grabbed my things and ran out to the parking lot, hoping my friends hadn’t left me. I didn’t have time to think about what I had just done. That would come later. Right then I had to act normal and give nothing away. By the time I reached the car I had my excuse for being late ready and my friends didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t until I was in my house, leaning up against the closed door that the reality set in. I had just sucked my math teacher off and swallowed his cum for a passing grade! What kind of person does that? Me! I did that! I couldn’t believe I was one of ‘those’ girls now. I blamed it on my mother and Dickhead; they had turned me into this overnight! The taste of Mr. Gilles semen was still in my mouth. The memory of his hard shaft in my mouth came back, the surging flow of his ejaculate spurting down my throat. I had enjoyed it! What was wrong with me? All I could think about was doing it again.

Drake and Mom weren’t home, not until later around five-thirty when they both got off work. I had two hours by myself that I usually did homework but I couldn’t stop thinking about sucking a penis. Try as I might the otele gelen escort thought wouldn’t go away, even with the TV. Frustrated, I finally got off the couch and went to my room, locking the door. Taking the toy out of its hiding place, I stuck it to my desk and watched myself in the mirror practice sucking it while both hands were between my legs. I was turning into a slut, a sex starved nympho and it scared me but it was all I wanted.

I sat on my chair, just bobbing and spinning on the toy and grinding my little clit raw, imagining the cock throbbing and pulsing in my mouth, wishing it would erupt down my throat. I became so horny, needing more than my fingers and looking at the clock had another hour before my mom was home with Drake. I got out of my pants, stood on my chair facing away from the toy. Squatting down, I eased the long cock into my wet pussy and proceeded to fuck myself by rising and falling over and over on the toy. It felt amazing and when I looked over my shoulder I could watch it sliding in and out of my very wet hole in the mirror.

Thick white secretions coated the toy the more I moved and the longer I continued to fuck myself. I began to get worried I might fall off the chair because my legs began to shake and fatigue but I was so close to cumming I didn’t stop. If I bent the toy just right it hit a spot above my clit inside me that sent intense pleasure rushing through my entire body. Only a few inches of the toy were needed to go in to hit the area and I alternated between that and taking it deep. Both felt wonderful but different, bringing me to the verge of my climax when I heard the door to the garage open. Fuck! They were home. I looked at the clock in disbelief but the hour was gone. I had delayed my orgasm too long and now I was going to be interrupted twice in one day.

Not wanting to get caught I quickly got down, popped the soaked toy off my desk and hid it in my sock drawer still covered in my juices. Next I found my wet panties and put them back on with my pants. Unlocking the door I rushed out just as I heard my mother and Drake walking into the kitchen from the garage. Not much was said while Mom and I fixed dinner and Dickhead had a beer and watched Sports Center.

During dinner, though, the subject of my next lesson quickly came up. They had obviously discussed it on the drive home.

“Have you been practicing with the toy, Suzy?” my mother asked.

“A little,” I admitted.

“Good, keep it up. When you think you have something to show us we’ll be happy to critique you. In the meantime Drake and I have been thinking about what next to teach you. You have the basics with the handjob and blowjob and combining them. Practicing now is all you need to get proficient with both. So now we were thinking about sexual positions to teach you so you’re not surprised by anything a young man wants to try. Young men are almost always well versed in positions because of watching porn and will have more experience because of that, so it’s important you learn from us.”

The thought of watching my mother screw her new husband should have made me gag. But something had changed overnight and in math class. The thought intrigued me, raised my blood pressure and cause my clit to tingle. I’m sure they had no idea what they had done to me in such a short time. I was sick of pretending and fighting with her. I needed to just embrace what I was and what she had made me.

“Great, can’t wait. I hope you guys show me some good ones,” I said, and it sounded so sincere that my mother was speechless.

“Awesome, I’ll be on the couch waiting while you two clean up,” Drake said pushing his seat out and taking his beer into the other room.

“That was a nice change, Suzy. No argument for you and a genuine desire to learn. Why the transformation?” she asked.

“I’ve just come to the realization that what you can teach me can come in handy. I’m sure I can find ways to use it to my advantage,” I said.

“Very sensible of you. You’re growing up and becoming wiser.”

“I’m learning.”

We cleared the table and washed up the dishes together before joining Drake in the front room. He was watching basketball but turned it off as soon as we arrived.

“Suzy, why don’t you get the toy so you can practice while you watch,” my mother said.

I hurried to my room, got the crusty toy and quickly went to the bathroom and washed it off. When I rounded the corner my mother was on her knees sucking Drake. The image of his long hard cock instantly turned me on, making my mouth water and arousal spread through me. I took up my place in front of the glass coffee table and stuck my toy to it. Mom was sucking Drake deep and moaning to vibrate his cock. He had his hands on her head moving her a few inches back and forth on his shaft and also moaning.

While she sucked him he started to undress, tossing his shirt on the floor and unbuckling his pants around the cock sticking out of the fly. My mother helped him pull them down and remove his underwear before otele gelen escort continuing her blowjob. I began practicing my own blowjob and noticed if I concentrated on not gagging and really focused I could keep the toy longer down my throat this time. Drake must have noticed because he pointed it out.

“Linda, she’s getting better, check it out.”

My mom opened her eyes and watched me before taking Drake out of her mouth to comment.

“Very good, Suzy, you’re learning very fast. I knew you would.”

With that she stood up and Drake started helping her out of her own clothes. My mother was attractive, she kept herself in good shape and had a very pretty face which was one of the reasons she attracted Drake. She naturally had small breasts like me but since her enlargement surgery she was now sporting fake D cups but they looked good, making me slightly jealous. She had the same color hair as me, dark brown but hers was much longer. I kept mine in a pixie cut, short and messy. We shared blue eyes and very similar body types and facial features other than the chin I got from my dad with a dimple. As soon as her shirt and bra was off, Drake went right after her breasts, fondling and sucking on her nipples and licking every inch of her plentiful bosom.

It made me a little uncomfortable, watching this man I dislike do this to my mother. It was something a child should never see her mother do. The discomfort was mixed with arousal, imagining what it would feel like to have someone lick and nibble on my own breasts. When Drake fell to his knees and finished undressing my mother I was surprised to see she had no pubic hair. I never knew she shaved it off and I wondered if I should do it too. Maybe guys like it better shaved. When Drake started sucking and licking her pussy it wasn’t difficult to imagine how the lack of hair would contribute to that. I made a mental note to shave mine off the next time I shaved my legs.

My mother backed toward the sofa and sat down, spreading her legs. Drake followed and proceeded to lick and suck, nibble and finger my mother like he was starving. This of course made Mom scream and thrash on the couch the entire time. I was entranced, forgetting about the toy and just watching him eat her out, imagining what it felt like. He focused most his sucking and licking on her clitoris and used his fingers to penetrate her vagina with rapid thrusts. I called out in surprise without thinking when he stuck his thumb in my mother’s butt with his fingers still in her pussy. They didn’t hear me because Mom was screaming and apparently loving everything he was doing. She didn’t even mind the thumb in her ass, which surprised me as I said.

About five minutes later I knew she was cumming, just from the reaction her body was making. It became increasingly difficult for Drake to get to her and he eventually stopped using his mouth and finished her off with his hands. Her orgasm impressed me, it seemed more intense and longer than anything I’ve experienced and I wished for the same thing but knew I would have to find someone to do that to me for the same effect. Before they noticed me staring I began to practice on the toy again while my mother recovered from her climax.

“Oh, my, wow, Drake that was enjoyable. Suzy, now that’s what a good man can do and why it’s worth finding one and exactly why we’re being nice enough to teach you,” my mother said.

I smiled, taking the toy out of my mouth before she continued.

“Now for some positions for you to learn. Since I’m already on the couch and Drake’s kneeling in perfect position this will be the easiest to show you first. All Drake does is scoot forward and enter me like this,” she said.

I watched Drake move forward, bend his long cock down and slip it into my mother’s very wet pussy. A smile appeared on her face as every inch of Drake’s extensive rod effortlessly disappeared inside my mother. His girth spread her wide, folding back the lips of flesh so I could see her engorged clit shining above his shaft in the light. When he pulled back out his shaft was equally shiny, saturated with my mother’s insides. He slammed his cock into her so fast it made Mom scream and her fake breasts roll up her chest before trying to retain their position except Drake was already pulling out and thrusting back in equally fast.

It looked painful, animalistic and angry but Mom loved it as Drake continued to pummel her. I had never moved the toy or my hand inside of me that fast. Again I was intrigued, wondering what it would feel like to be done in such a manner. When Drake stood up and bent my mother over so her legs extended over the back of the sofa I stopped sucking the toy again to watch. He bent his cock down, put it back into her pussy and proceeded to pile drive it deep over and over while my mother was pushed into the sofa head first on her upper back and neck.

Drakes muscles flexed in his legs and butt each time he drove down. I couldn’t help but admire how sculpted he was and nice to look at. He had strong shoulders and impressive back muscles that rippled as he held my mother’s legs up and bent back. His stamina was impressive; he never slowed or seemed to get tired for ten minutes of continued slamming. Loud slaps echoed from the collision of his body into my mother’s butt and beads of sweat appeared the longer he worked.

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Having forgotten to close the heavy curtains the night before, a frown creased the otherwise smooth features of a young woman as the morning sun fell across her face, her eyes darting behind still heavy lids. Her hand, slender and white, moving to relieve them of the glare, came to rest lightly against her forehead.

A minute passed while the woman’s body held unnaturally still in a vain attempt to retain sleep. Finally, sensing a loosing battle, she sighed and stirred. Smooth, long limbs moved languidly, crumpling the already lined cotton sheets. A wide yawn escaped the woman’s mouth, finishing off with a rush of breath as her eyes fluttered open to stare at the ceiling.

Her dark brown hair was strewn on either side of her pillow, framing her face as a slow smile of satisfaction crept guiltily upon her face. She stretched, her muscles straining stiffly against the movement, the place between her legs tender. With a rustle she pulled the duvet up to her chin, warding off the cool air, and turned her head to look at the space beside her. She blinked in surprise.

Peeling back the duvet, she revealed the vacant space beneath it, and blinked twice again. Slowly, her arm stretched out to touch the sheets. Cold. The blanket should have retained some heat if he had only left the bed a short while ago. He had been gone for some time…

***

The white and blue flag snapped angrily in the biting wind, its blood soaked edges proclaiming its bloodthirsty origin. Beneath its shadow lay a battlefield blooming with thousands upon thousands of bodies, so entrenched in the grime of war that they seemed be part of the earth instead of once living flesh and blood.

The sky was beginning to darken into the hopeless black of night, though twilight had arrived prematurely as huge thunder clouds rolled into the early afternoon, black and ominous.

Iana looked out over the horrific scene, her grey eyes seemingly impassive to the bloating massacre before her, her face expressionless even as the smell of waste wafted up with the wind. She held still atop her horse, straight backed and composed, an austere sentinel and unyielding leader to all those who followed her.

Soldiers who had yet to fall to the war’s hungry jaws took encouragement as they filed past. Seeing their Lady unhurt and determined, looking like a real hero, like those heard of in the tales, lifted their hopes and renewed their belief in the future.

Iana knew their looks, knew what they wanted to see but failed, for once, to give a damn. ‘This is what I have come to,’ she murmured to herself, tiredly. ‘To stand impassive as the world around me burns.’

In truth, she was in turmoil. It took all her will to keep up the façade. Inside, a rage was roiling through her, burning its way through her stomach and up though her throat, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. And beside the rage was a bone deep sadness.

What a bloody waste. Every battle, every life lost was a waste. Man killing man, brother fighting father, and countryman against countryman. It was a war without compromise, a war with only one victor: death.

Iana raked a hand through her thick, dark brown hair. The war had gone on too long, far too long. They had lost so much, she had lost so much, but today had been the tipping point.

Finally she allowed herself a small smile, and the rage and sadness receded into a small corner of her soul for the moment. It would return sooner or later as it always did. But not now.

Today, they had won. It had been long and bitter but, Dear High One Above, she had lead them to victory! After seven years of fighting, it finally looked as if the end were in sight. Iana kicked her horse forward, making her way down from her vantage point and headed around the hill, back towards the camp.

It had been seven years since, at the age of 17, she’d stepped onto her village’s small herald stage and urged the villagers to resist the new regime. She remembered it like it was yesterday: the heat and dust of the rural square, the frenzied voices of her friends and family and the burning excitement of addressing the large crowd. From that moment on, her popularity had grown like a wild fire and she had risen to become the most prominent leader of the rebellion. The passion she felt echoed those of her fellow citizens, her love for her land equal to any farmers while her hatred of the new anarchists was as fierce as the strongest nationalists. She had a talent for words and knew how to inspire the deepest loyalty in every man, woman and child who heard her. From simple village girl to captain commander and leader of the rebellion’s army, Iana had come very far in just seven years.

At an age when many women her age were married to good, stable farmers and had had five babies already, she had been beaten, tortured, left for dead, recovered, traveled the length and breadth of her country, learned to fight with a sword, quarterstaff and her hands, had gathered an army and led it in countless skirmishes and over fifteen pangaltı escort large field battles, and had become the most wanted woman and man (reports sometimes varied on her gender) in the entire country.

So far, her life was not shaping out as she imagined it would at the age of five, she mused, as she entered the camp and made her way towards her tent. She was so tired from the long day of battle that all she wanted to do was wash and crawl into bed.

With a groan, she opened the flap of her tent, entered and caught sight of the pile of paper work that had already been delivered onto her desk. Damage reports. Damn it.

She’d come a long way, not only in position but also in character. Gone was that naïve little girl who had believed in good conquering evil and the promise of someone’s word. She no longer had any interest in dresses and mysterious princes riding to her rescue. She’d even lost all childlike softness that she once had, with her features sharpening, the angles almost as hard as her eyes: Eyes that could, it was whispered amongst the soldier’s ranks, pierce a person’s soul. Her body had toned into the muscle needed for a warrior, yet her naturally thin build kept her slim. Tall, she held herself with confidence, and had a presence that often ignited a room.

Because, besides from her fierce need to protect her people, and the respect gained from her unusual skill as a warrior, people were stunned into silence and sometimes jealous fits when they saw her.

She didn’t realize it, but she was beautiful. Stunningly so. And her incomprehension of the fact made her all the more attractive. Men would die for her; woman couldn’t help but respect her. She was Iana Fireheart, Lady of the Land, and Leader of the Free People. She was an icon and to many a god, but not many saw her as a normal person.

And that, she decided, as she flopped onto her bed, her horse taken away by a helpful soldier for a rub down, is half the problem. Gods never got tired, nor did they have needs.

Nor, she thought wryly as she heard someone approach her tent, did they have personal time.

‘Come,’ she called out, refusing to move from her prone position. The approaching footsteps halted, then continued hesitantly. Her messengers still couldn’t get used to her superb hearing.

‘My lady,’ a man’s gruff voice spoke respectfully just beyond her tent, ‘I have news.’

With a groan she lifted herself to sit at the edge of the bed and briskly rubbed her face with her hands. ‘Come in, Murdana,’ she called out to her second-in-command.

Once he’d entered, she got up slowly and walked over to a rickety table that held a bottle of shampuk, a fiery alcoholic drink favoured by the soldiers. ‘Is it good news or bad news?’ She poured a little into two horn cups and offered one to the older man.

Taking it, he regarded her with amusement as she tipped her head back and swallowed her drink in one gulp. ‘To tell you the truth, Iana, I don’t know.’ Seeing her frown, he just smiled. ‘We have acquired a very interesting prisoner. My company found him pinned beneath his dead horse, unable to move head or tail. He’s cut up pretty bad but no bones are broken. But the interesting thing is that he wears the badge of a commander.’

Iana’s brows shot up. A commander? ‘Where is he?’

Murdana hid a smile. Even exhausted and battle worn, Iana always wanted to deal with things immediately. ‘Outside, my lady. I thought you’d like to see him.’

‘Has he come peacefully?’

‘Nope, battled every step of the way.’ There was a satisfied glint in the warrior’s eyes. ‘Gave us a chance to decorate him black and blue, just so he looked extra nice for you.’

Iana couldn’t help but smile. She couldn’t ask for a better second-in-command than Murdana. Her right hand man, he was trustworthy and loyal to the bone, and to top it off, he tried to make her smile at every moment.

‘Bring him in then.’

Shouting to his men outside, Murdana stepped aside to sip his drink as the prisoner was brought in and thrown to his knees in front of Iana. When the guards had left to station themselves outside once more, Iana walked forward and surveyed the man at her feet.

Silent, his head was bowed, thick black hair caked in mud hiding his features. Though slouched, Iana could see how his large shoulders filled his black coat, the cloth following the powerful line of his back. His hands, tied together at the small of his back, were large and covered in blood: she could see the weeping cracks that broke through his callouses. This man wasn’t a commander for nothing. He obviously fought with his men, led from the saddle and fought with enough skill and determination that his hands bled before he would give up.

A formidable enemy, indeed. Then why did a feeling of recognition niggle at the back of her mind?

Unsheathing her sword, she brought it to rest beneath the man’s chin. Firmly, she used the sharp tip to force him to raise his head.

Cold, pendik escort ice blue eyes glared defiantly up at her.

Iana felt her blood run cold as a tremendous pressure began to press down on her chest. Frozen in shock, she stared back at the man: A man she hadn’t seen in six years. ‘Alex.’

‘Hello, Iana. Long time.’

At the sound of his deep voice, flames swept through her veins, thawing her shocked body and leaving her with a sudden, burning rage.

With barely a sound, she thwacked him hard across the head with the flat of her sword.

Murdana jumped back as the prisoner went down with a moan, blood running to join the grime on his face from where the edge of the sword had cut him. The vice-commander looked at Iana in shock. She’d never displayed such a loss of temper.

‘Murdana, get your men to secure the prisoner to the central post. When you leave, take the guards with you. No one is to disturb me.’ Her command whipped through the air with a snap as her sword hissed back into its sheath.

‘But, my lady, that is–‘ the veteran fighter took a step back as Iana turned to glare at him. Her eyes burned with untamed fury. He swallowed in fear. ‘I mean, right away, my lady.’ Avoiding her gaze, he scuttled through the tent entrance to talk to the guards.

After a moment, they entered with wide eyes that got bigger when they saw the prisoner, bleeding on the ground. Unnerved, they paused in the middle of the room, eyes darting from their chief-commander to the moaning man.

‘Get him tied up, then get out!’

Cringing, they moved quickly to obey her order. Picking up the man roughly, the one guard held him secure as the other retied the prisoner’s hands around the post. Once done, they stepped away. Still dazed from the blow, the prisoner’s head immediately lolled to the one side as his legs buckled out from beneath him.

Job done, the guards were quick to make their way to the tent flap.

‘Johl!’ Iana called out, eyes never leaving the prisoner.

‘Yes, my lady?’

‘Bring me two buckets of water. One cold and the other heated up.’

‘But the one will take longer than the other–‘

‘Obviously! Just bring them as they’re ready, man!’

‘R-r-right away, my lady.’

A moment later, Iana was alone in the tent with the man she had hoped never to see again in her life.

‘Alex.’ A stream of emotions flew through her as her lips formed his name. Anger. Hurt. Grief. Love. Hatred. And the strongest: Betrayal. It seared through her with a bitter intensity that took her breath away. She thought herself to far gone to feel such feelings again. Had seen too much. Learnt too much.

Tracing his familiar yet strange features with her eyes, years seemed to melt away until she felt eighteen years old again. High One Above, she had been so naïve, so fill with hope! She hadn’t known the scars she would acquire, both on her body and on her soul.

‘Thanks to you, that didn’t last too long, did it?’ she whispered, lost in her pained memories.

‘My lady?’

Iana spun around, hand at her sword’s hilt. She hadn’t heard the tent flap open. She relaxed slightly when she saw Johl with a bucket of water. ‘Thank you, Johl. Place it near the prisoner, please.’

‘The other one is on its way, my lady. A washer woman will bring it.’

She just nodded in reply, her mind distracted. She didn’t notice the guard leave.

Striding to the bucket, she lifted it up and brusquely poured its icy contents straight onto the dazed man’s head.

‘Argh!’ He came to with a splutter, water running down his face to create streaks of dirt as he shook his head, regaining his senses. Spitting out a wad of blood, he swung his gaze belligerently towards her. ‘Hitting me with a sword was a bit impersonal, don’t you think?’

His head snapped to the side as she backhanded him, her hand connecting with a crack. As he blinked back stars, she noticed somewhat dispassionately that she’d split his lip. ‘Is that personal enough?’

He licked his lip. ‘Not quite the caress I was looking for.’

‘I can try again,’ she said, a mirthless half smile curving her lips. She watched him warily as he struggled to stand. The blood from the cut on his face and lip began to stain his shirt: the red contrasted with the green and black of his coat. The commander-in-chief’s insignia, ivy curling around a white sword in a circle of gold, brazenly reminded her that he was the enemy. ‘It’s nothing less than you deserve.’

He straightened, his face grim and frustrated as he pulled at his bindings. ‘Because I am an enemy commander?’

Her eyes narrowed as she felt pain fill her chest. ‘Why else?’ she asked bitterly, walking to the rickety table that held the shampuk. Pouring herself a drink, she stared down into the clear liquid for a moment, and then put it down with a thunk.

‘Iana Fireheart,’ Alex’s deep voice was mocking. She swung round to look at him, silent as she raised a brow. ‘Nice title, a little rus escort pompous though.’

‘As opposed to The Honourable Commander-in-Chief of His Majesty’s Radiant Army of the Ever Powerful Kingdom of Altronia?’

He ignored her and instead leered unabashedly. ‘And Lady of the Land? Do they call you that because you allow half the army to plow you regularly?’ His eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in her lean thighs outlined in tight breeches and the loose man’s shirt that allowed a tantalizing view of her cleavage. ‘I don’t see why though. It would be like sleeping with a pole.’

She tried to ignore the insult, but it hurt more than she cared to acknowledge. The bastard. ‘You’re very brave for a prisoner, Alex. Obviously, you have a death wish.’ She stepped slowly towards him, her eyes never leaving his.

He just smirked, chin tipping up arrogantly. ‘Nothing about you scares me.’

‘Oh, but it should,’ she murmured, her voice dangerously soft. ‘You see, I’ve had years to think on what I’d do to you if I ever had the misfortune of seeing you again.’ She stopped uncomfortably close to him, tipping her head slightly to look up at him. She knew Alex had a great view of her cleavage.

She smiled in satisfaction as his eyes flicked down, his jaw tensing as he drew a sharp inbreath. ‘If these past years for you have been anything like they have been for me, I know torture and death threats are like sunshine compared to other things. Remember,’ she dragged a finger down his cheek, ‘I learnt from the best.’

He gazed down at her, his eyes glazing over as his breath became uneven.

Suddenly she moved away, and stalked to her bed, which was actually a lumpy roll out mattress laid over a collapsible base. With her back to Alex, she began to unbuckle her sword belt. ‘Oh, by the way, are you aware that the Royal family has fled the capital to their southern estates?’ She said nonchalantly, and glanced at him to gauge his reaction. The news meant that the Monarchy had acceded defeat.

Alex stood straight and rigid, feet set in a wide stance while he stared straight ahead. His jaw had suddenly gone tense and his eyes burned. He hadn’t known.

‘You chose the wrong side, Alex.’ She sat down to unlace her boots.

His gaze snapped to her. ‘I chose what was right.’

‘You betrayed your own people; your own family.’ The laces snapped against her skin, the tension in her hands contradicting her carefully measured tone.

‘I joined the monarchy to protect them!’

‘Is that what you call that massacre outside?’ she bit out, her harsh words filled with indignant anger.

For a long while he was silent, lips pressed tightly into an angry line.

Finished with her boots, Iana heard someone approach her tent. The water. Finally. After two bloody days of battle and then the subsequent hours of trudging through the aftermath, she couldn’t wait to feel the hot water on her skin.

‘My lady?’ the voice outside was hesitant. Obviously Iana’s out of character behaviour and loss of temper had already spread like wild fire.

‘You can come in, Sara.’ It was impossible to keep the impatience from her voice.

A small woman entered the tent, her surprisingly strong arms holding a large bucket carefully, so as not to spill the steaming water. ‘Sorry it took so long, my lady, its just the healers needed the fires for those men that were wounded and–‘ the washer woman’s eyes widened considerably as they took in the bound man in the center of the tent, bloodied and mud soaked.

Iana had to admit he looked terrifying, a panther barely held back by a leash. Tall, and powerfully built, he filled the tent with his presence, even though he was in an enemy camp. His black hair and uniform formed a stark contrast to his light blue eyes, which stared out of his sun-tanned face with an intense, predatory gleam.

With a small squeak, Sara quickly put the bucket down next to a washbasin. She was about to leave when she stopped, bit her lip between her teeth and glanced back at Alex before looking questioningly at Iana. ‘Should I bring another bucket, my lady?’

‘No, Sara. I’m afraid that nothing will ever be able to wash away the coal black of his soul.’

The washer woman’s eyes widened further and she quickly made her escape.

When Iana next looked up, Alex was staring at her, his ice blue eyes inscrutable. He had looked like that the last time they saw each other. Without thinking, the question that she had wanted to ask him all these years burst from her lips.

‘After you left, did you ever go back to our village? ‘

He just looked at her, pain and stubbornness hardening his features.

‘Did you?’

‘No!’ he snapped.

‘It’s gone,’ she whispered, the never forgotten grief catching in her throat. ‘They burnt it to the ground and murdered everyone.’ She swung away from him, her eyes burning. ‘I found my sister outside my family’s house. She’d been dead for hours, our home just a smouldering pile of ash. Her thighs were bruised and spread out, her dress covered in blood. And I was too late! Too fucking late to save anyone! And do you know why?’ As she stared at a tent wall, hot tears were running down her face, stinging the tiny cuts she’d received from battle. When had she started crying?

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I normally don’t mind flying long-haul, as long as I can get my head down, watch a movie or two, read my book, and not be too bothered by anyone. On this occasion I was sure it would be fine as the people paying me to travel to San Francisco had sprung for a Business Class ticket. However when I got on the flight, I found that I was seated next to an American guy a few years older than me, who immediately started chatting. My initial annoyance was somewhat mollified by the fact that he was actually quite good looking in a rugged sort of way, and as it turned out was also both charming and interesting to talk to. He introduced himself as Hal.

We chatted about a range of things until they put the lights out to sleep – at the end we were laughing and giggling together, and he had even started mildly flirting with me. After grabbing a few hours’ sleep, I woke up to find him looking at me and holding out a glass of morning orange juice. For some reason I was intensely aware that I must look a bit rumpled and tatty, and told him so.

“Not at all” he said. “You look great first thing in the morning. And I’d be disappointed if you didn’t look at least a little disheveled after we’ve spent the night together!”

Hmm – seemed he had woken up feeling frisky and was ramping up the flirting!

“Well as this is the first time we’ve slept together you could at least put some champagne in that orange juice!” – I decided I could tease as well.

Hal smiled as he attracted one of the cabin crew and asked for champagne for both of us. We clinked glasses, and I couldn’t help feeling he was imagining me lying in bed next to him!

“I’m disappointed you didn’t at least change into a sexy little baby-doll before they put the lights out” he said.

“Actually, I always sleep naked” I replied. “I guess you must have missed it.”

“I’ll definitely be more attentive next time!” he responded.

Just then, the captain came onto the PA system. The cabin groaned as he announced that due to a technical gremlin we would be diverting to Chicago, where we would have to await repairs.

There were general groans, but Hal didn’t seem bothered. “Seems like I’ll have the pleasure of your company for a little longer” he said. “We’d better get some more champagne!”

It took another two hours before we were on the approach for landing in Chicago, and by then we’d both got through several more glasses – the cabin crew seemed happy to serve us as an alternative to dealing with the moans and complaints from the other passengers. By then Hal and I were laughing and joking, and he’d started to touch me in a familiar way like we were old friends – first with his hand on my arm, then on my hand, then on my knee, just below my short skirt. I found that I didn’t mind.

As the seatbelt sign came on, he leaned over and buckled me in, pulling the strap tight. I decided I quite liked that too.

When we landed in Chicago, the message was that we all had to ‘deplane’ and wait for further information. Grabbing my small cabin bag, I followed Hal down the ramp and into the arrivals area.

“This is going to take a while” said Hal. “Let’s go over to the business lounge – they’ll find us there if there’s any news.”

As we walked through the crowded concourse, Hal took my arm to steer me through the people. By the time we arrived at the lounge, he had his arm loosely around my waist. We found a seat together in a quiet corner.

“More champagne?” asked Hal.

“Mmm, maybe in a bit” I said. “But I’m feeling very sweaty and grubby after that flight. I’m going to freshen up. They have showers here don’t they?”

“Want me to come and scrub your back?” he asked loudly as I walked towards the showers. I smiled and waved back at him.

By the time I rejoined Hal I was feeling much fresher and cleaner, if perhaps a little uncomfortable.

“Better?” he asked. I nodded.

“I know what it’s like” said Hal. “Nothing like clean underwear to start your day off properly.”

I laughed.

“That’s the problem” I said. “I wasn’t expecting a stop, so I don’t have any in my carry-on bag. I hope we’re not delayed too long or it might start feeling a little draughty!”

“We’re not talking commando here are we?” Hal laughed.

I nodded.

“Afraid so. Couldn’t bear the sweaty bra either, so I’m lacking a little support too.”

“Well, I wouldn’t worry about that – you can definitely carry that off! Said Hal, looking appreciatively at my chest. I was wearing a white button-up blouse, and I was aware that I was still a little damp from the shower, causing the fabric to cling. Under Hal’s scrutiny I felt my nipples bunching and poking out through the thin fabric. Hal chuckled and I blushed, which made him laugh even more.

“I love you English ladies” he said. “You can be so coy – it’s damn sexy!”

“Well, I’d offer to lend you a pair of my shorts, but I’m not sure they’d suit you.”

He looked at me thoughtfully.

“Hmm, I don’t know though…”

I blushed again. Clearly halkalı escort he was visualizing me dressed in nothing but a pair of his boxers. I could feel my nipples tingling as they scrunched even harder.

Hal’s frank appraisal, together with the champagne I’d drunk, were making me feel reckless and a little horny. As nonchalantly as I could, I slipped my jacket off my shoulders, leaving me dressed in just my thin white shirt. I could also feel a tingling between my legs as I was aware that beneath my thin skirt I was naked there too.

Hal’s grin was getting broader.

“Hey Em, I have an idea” he said. “I hate to think of you sitting around all day uncomfortable because you’re not wearing underwear.”

He paused for a moment.

“OK, just trying that on – actually I love thinking of you sitting around with no underwear, but I hate thinking you’re uncomfortable.”

I leaned forward and swatted him. As I watched his eyes and his grin I realized how that movement had made my unsupported breasts jiggle.

Hal leaned forward.

“There’s a ‘Victoria’s Secret’ store downstairs” he said. Why don’t we go down and see if we can find something that would work for you?”

I sat back, considering. It did seem like a sensible idea to buy some emergency underwear – but I had more in mind some functional white cottons, rather than the normal VS inventory. Plus – how did I feel about lingerie shopping with this man I’d only just met?

“Sure” I found myself saying. “Why not?”

We gathered up our things, Hal watching appreciatively as I stretched to replace my jacket, and headed down to the main shopping concourse. Hal led me straight over to the VS store and collared an assistant.

“We’re looking for something sheer, silky and very sexy” he said, an arm around me possessively as though we were a couple. “Bra size 34B.”

I gave him a sharp look – he was a very good judge! He grinned back wolfishly.

The assistant smiled her expensive smile and led us to a rack of thin, shiny and sheer garments. Hal held them up one by one, looking at me and either returning them to the rack or putting them aside. He didn’t even ask my opinion.

“Yes, I think this will work very nicely” he said, holding up a set of ice-blue satin low-cut panties with a lace trim and a matching push-up bra. “Why don’t you try them on?”

I looked him in the eye, then took the brief garments and disappeared with them into the changing cubicle. I quickly slipped off my skirt and shirt and stood naked for a moment, before slipping into the cool satin lingerie, the protective barrier feeling cold against my naked skin.

I had to admit, Hal had great taste, and a great eye. The lingerie suited me, flattered my figure, gave my rather modest breasts a deep cleavage, and instantly oozed sex appeal. It was a mile away from the white cottons I’d had in mind, and I couldn’t help think that I’d probably feel even more turned on wearing this under my clothes than I had when I was commando.

I took a deep breath, and decided to give in to my instinct.

“What do you think?” I asked softly.

The curtain twitched aside immediately – Hal must have been standing right outside. His eyes raked me from head to toe, and I felt I was being stripped again.

“Perfect!” said Hal. “You’d better keep them on – give me the tags and I’ll sort out the bill.”

“Oh no, you can’t do that!” I objected.

For the first time I looked at the price tag and winced when I saw the total – and that was just for the tiny panties!

“Nonsense!” breezed Hal, “it’s the least I can do after you’ve saved me from a long boring journey.”

He did a double-take for a moment.

“Oh – unless it’s going to cause you a problem with your husband if you come back with an intimate gift from a strange man?”

I thought about Rob’s reaction if I unpacked these tiny and erotic garments and told him they’d been a present from a man I’d met on my trip. He’d be so turned on he wouldn’t be able to stand!

“No, that’s not going to be a problem” I said. “But I can’t let you spend all that money!”

Hal shrugged.

“That’s what money’s for” he said. “Now, are you going to give me those tags or do I have to come and get them?”

“I think you have to come and get them!” I said, laughing as he lunged forward and grabbed the tag on the little panties. As he tugged, the waistband of the panties pulled forward for a moment before the fastening broke, briefly revealing a wide swathe of smooth flesh at the base of my belly. Hal grinned again and reached for the tag on the bra.

“Gently!” I cautioned. “You don’t want to break it!”

I turned my back so that he could reach the tag, and felt myself trembling as I felt the touch of his warm hand on my naked back. With a brief tug he detached the label. I turned back round and once again ran into his dark brown eyes raking over my undressed body.

“You know, if that plane hadn’t broke, I might have had to sabotage harbiye escort it!” he said.

He turned and went off to find the shop assistant. As I removed the protective layer from the panties and pulled on my skirt and blouse I could hear Hal in the background explaining to the shop assistant that I would be wearing the lingerie straight away, and arranging to pay. By the time I emerged the transaction was complete. I’d made sure to leave a couple of buttons undone on my blouse so that my new deep cleavage was visible along with the lacy edge of the satin bra, and I could see his eyes twinkle in appreciation.

“Thank you sir” said the shop assistant. “An excellent choice – I do hope that your wife is happy with them.”

She turned to me.

“Your husband has excellent taste” she said.

I couldn’t resist.

“He does indeed” I said, “and I’m sure he’ll love them when I get home and show him!”

I was a little disappointed that she didn’t look shocked, but just smiled knowingly. I guess she’d seen it all before.

I reached up and kissed Hal on the cheek.

“Thank you” I said. “That was very sweet of you.”

“Believe me, it was my pleasure!” he said.

We walked back up the stairs to the business lounge, Hal once again with an arm draped casually around my waist. He fetched more champagne as we settled back into our secluded corner.

“That really was very sweet of you – and a very generous gift” I said.

Hal waved it away.

“Worth every penny” he said.

He leaned forward.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you are beautifully smooth – I do love that, it’s a huge turn-on.”

I found myself blushing again – I hadn’t realized his tug on my panties had revealed so much.

“So much nicer when you don’t have to fish pubic hairs out from between your teeth! And I love the way the satin in those panties clings to you and outlines – well, everything.”

He sat back again.

“I like to keep everything shaved too” he said. “I feel it’s only fair.”

“Are you circumcised?”

I put my hand over my mouth as I realized what I’d said.

Hal chuckled.

“Well, since you ask, as a matter of fact I am” he said.

“I’m sorry” I stammered. “It’s just that in the UK most men are uncut. So I’ve never actually – you know…”

I trailed off.

Hal laughed again.

“Well if we weren’t in such a public place it would be my pleasure to assist you in – you know…”

I swatted him.

“Now you’re being mean to me!” I complained. “You’re making fun!”

“I assure you, I am totally serious!” he said.

I looked at him.

“The shower area was quite private” I said. “And certainly big enough for two. I could go and find a free one – and text you the number.”

I found myself blushing again. I wasn’t normally anything like this forward. Was it all the champagne? Or the sheer sexual chemistry I was feeling for this man?

Hal held his hand out for my phone. I gave it to him, and he entered his number into my contacts list.

“OK” I stammered. “I’ll let you know.”

I grabbed my bag and headed back to the showers where I’d been just a couple of hours before. There was a changing room with lockers and towels, and I quickly undressed and stowed my clothes and bag in the locker, grabbing my phone and wrapping one of the big fluffy towels around me before heading out to the shower area. It was deserted, and I headed for the cubicle farthest from the door.

Inside the cubicle was a small vanity area with a full-length mirror next to the roomy shower stall. I took out my phone and selected Hal’s contact, typing in ‘cubicle 8’. I hesitated – was I really going to do this? Glancing at myself in the mirror, I could see myself flushed and excited. Why the hell not?

Another thought came over me, and I quickly pointed the phone camera at the mirror, snapping a photo of me in the short towel, my arms and shoulders bare. I attached it to the text message before clicking on ‘send’.

A few seconds later, my phone beeped with a reply message. I clicked it open.

> Hal: Wow! Now without the towel??

Again I hesitated, but only briefly. After all, he’d already seen me in the briefest of underwear – and I had specifically invited him to come and meet me in the shower. It just seemed somehow that sending him a nude picture was somehow ‘ruder’.

But then I decided that ruder was good. Dropping the towel, I pointed the camera at the mirror once again and snapped a shot of my pale, smooth-shaved body.

> Me: Don’t keep me waiting!

Seconds later:

> Hal: I’m on my way!

I hung the towel on a hook with my phone and locker key, turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, and stood in the hot jet with my back to the door – which I’d deliberately left unlocked. A couple of minutes later I heard the door open and close, and shivered in anticipation as the shower screen was pulled back. Strong, tanned arms circled round ikitelli escort my waist, and I felt a naked body – unmistakably male – pressing against my back. Hal’s erection was pushing against my lower back, and I could feel his balls slapping against my buttocks.

Slowly, I turned round, his arms still round my waist in the slippery water. I allowed my gaze to roam over his naked body; well-toned, if a little flabby round the waist, tanned but for a white patch where his shorts would normally cover him, and completely hairless from his chest down to his toes. His cock was hard and erect as he gazed at my naked body equally appraisingly; long, a good seven to eight inches, but not too thick; straight, and with a bulbous head completely revealed by his lack of foreskin; straining, it was upright and bouncing against his belly. I couldn’t resist grabbing his long, smooth shaft with one hand while reaching down to cup his long, dangling balls with the other.

Hal smiled and reciprocated by reaching out to squeeze and fondle my naked breasts, my little pink nipples becoming instantly tight and erect at his touch. Bending down, he gently took one nipple in his mouth and rolled it between his lips; I threw my head back as the sensations washed over me.

“Fuck Em, you have amazing tits!” he said, before once again spending his full attention on pleasuring them with his mouth.

I felt his hand between my legs as he pushed me against the wall of the shower, at the same time his mouth coming up to meet mine, his tongue probing between my lips as his fingers probed between my thighs. I moved my feet further apart to grant him access even as I returned his kiss, my hands behind his head to pull him towards me, his hard pole rigid against my stomach.

I felt his hands move under my buttocks, taking my weight, and I wrapped my legs around him, my bare feet against his naked ass. My legs were wide apart, his rigid member was grinding against my bare-shaved mound.

“I don’t suppose you have a condom?” I whispered in his ear.

For a moment Hal looked stricken, and then I laughed.

“Never mind” I said, and reached down with my hand to grab his steel-hard penis and guide it gently to my slippery opening.

As I felt his hard, hot helmet sliding between my lips I was vaguely aware that my phone’s text chime was buzzing, followed moments later by Hal’s.

“Did you do that?” I asked, then “oh” as he pushed his length inside me. I felt him gliding up between my sopping wet lips and thought the sensation would never end as he slipped more and more of his hard meat between my legs.

I may have screamed a little too loud as he buried his entire length in me, because Hal was shushing me, laughing and kissing me all at the same time, which felt a little strange – particularly as I was already filled with his long, thin cock. As he pulled out a little and then pushed back into me, I felt the cold tiles against my buttocks and the hot spray of the shower cascading down my belly and trickling between my thighs where I was impaled on Hal’s hard rod.

Leaning back against the wall, I wrapped my legs around Hal’s naked buttocks and pulled him deeper into me, his mouth once again locked onto my hard nipple, his hands beneath my ass as he slipped backwards and forwards between my wet and slippery lips. I felt his buttocks tense and he looked up at me with a question in his eye, but I kept my feet locked around him as he gave one final thrust deep inside me and I felt his hot seed filling me up and trickling down where his naked body joined with mine. He gasped and I screamed again as I tightened around him, a wave of orgasm coming over me as the sensations pulsed through my body.

Hal held me tight in that position for what seemed like a long time, but then his softening cock pulled gently from between my lips, followed by the gush of warm liquid that he’d pumped into me. I took my own weight once again and straightened, letting the warm shower wash us both clean. Hal grabbed the shower gel and gently ran his soap-covered fingers all over my naked body; I closed my eyes and relaxed into the feeling of his strong fingers touching me in the most intimate places.

Finally, Hal stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel while I rinsed off. I couldn’t resist having one more fondle of his long smooth penis and heavy balls as he stood there naked in front of me; he smiled at my touch and immediately became semi-rigid once more.

I turned off the shower and Hal handed me a towel.

“Oh, shit!” he exclaimed as he looked down at his phone.

“What?” I asked.

“They’ve called our flight. It closes in ten minutes!”

Hal wrapped his towel round his waist, unlocked the door and bolted for the men’s changing room. I didn’t even bother with the towel but ran naked down the short corridor to the ladies’ room, where I quickly threw my clothes on and grabbed my bag, emerging with my hair still wet. Hal was waiting in the lounge, and together we sprinted for the gate, arriving just as they were closing the flight.

“We’ve been putting calls out for you two” said the girl on the gate reproachfully.

“Sorry” said Hal, “I guess we must have both been occupied.”

The girl looked at us suspiciously, then again with an exasperated but knowing expression.

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You know that old saying, “Shit happens?” Well what would you call it when that shit turns out to be of the lucky variety? I’ll tell you what, from now on when things just naturally go golden, I’m going to remember a sweet young thing who liked to go “Woowoo!” Let me explain!

Recently my buddy Chuck and I decided to visit a friend from back in our college days. He lives in Little Rock, Arkansas. Apparently being out of our freaking minds, we decided to take Amtrak. It wasn’t even because Chuck doesn’t like to fly; nope, we actually thought the train would be, well sort of an adventure. It was too, only not on the level of the enticing little fantasy that sizzled it’s erotically charged way through my brain on our return trip. So OK, I’m blaming it on a case of extreme boredom.

Chuck and I were standing on the platform of the Little Rock station at 2:00 AM. From behind us came the intriguing giggles of what I immediately took for a sweet young thing. So who cared that overheard conversation made it crystal clear that said sweet young thing was traveling with Grandma? It sure wasn’t me and obviously not my overly active imagination either. In any case, later, and as I sat listening to the rumble of thunder and the soft clattering of our rail car, the following erotic adventure popped up and unfolded in the theater of my mind.

Bored, I decided to wander on down the platform. I reached the end of the station, and that’s when I caught the unmistakable scent of some high quality pot. It came drifting out from around the side of the Station. Naturally, I followed my nose and walked around the corner. I spotted someone standing in the shadows, and called out, “Man, now that smells like some primo bud!”

I heard a startled gasp, and a sputtering cough. To my surprise, it sounded an awful lot as if it had come from a young woman. I got that one right, and it turned out that her name was Vicki. After I apologized for startling her, and we had exchanged names, she invited me to join her. Well we passed that joint back and forth and I learned that she was traveling with her Grandmother and was only going as far as Dallas. We were due to hit Dallas that afternoon, and then it was on to Los Angeles for Chuck and me.

So OK, I could see that Vicki was young. I wasn’t exactly sure how young, but I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Black hair, shoulder length and streaked with blonde framed a cute face. She was maybe five foot six. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt so I couldn’t tell much about her figure; other then, she definitely wasn’t a porker. Her skirt was short; her legs were long and bare. It was Arkansas, and we were headed for Texas after all! Still, I was surprised to spot a pair of fancy boots that positively screamed Texas!

It wasn’t long before we heard the train approaching. What I had found out by then though, and what mattered was that her Grandmother was elderly, hadn’t wanted to travel alone, and that Vicki was bored out of her head. Not thinking anything more then that Vicki would liven up what I figured would otherwise be a dull ride, before we boarded, I told her that Chuck and I would be sitting in the lower level of the last car, along with anyone else traveling through to Los Angeles. What I didn’t know then though, was that we would have it all to ourselves all the way to Dallas. Because she didn’t know where her and her grandmother would end up sitting, Vicki told me she’d try to sneak away. Sure, she did say that she’d try to find me, only it wasn’t quite what I wanted to hear. Why…because she added, “Anything’s better then having to listen to my Grandmother snore!”

I ran in to Vicki on my way to the restroom, literally! That baggy sweatshirt was gone, replaced by a belly button revealing sleeveless T-shirt. Sequined stars weren’t the only things decorating it either. Her breasts weren’t big; still, I figured they’d make a nice double handful. They were obviously bare under that clingy T-shirt, and just as obviously, they sported a pair of jutting nipples. Of course, she caught me staring at those twin beauties. She didn’t blush or get all embarrassed; nope, but she did giggle sweetly. I took it for a good sign!

Vicki turned, and peered through our car’s door, and said, “Is that your friend? Fuck, you guy’s have the whole car to yourselves…awesome!” I explained that I was heading for the head, and her, “Cool, want me to hold it for you,” reply damn near blew my mind!

No shit…I mean, what was I supposed to say to that? So, feeling embarrassed and not at all cool, I mumbled an awkward, “Yeah well…whatever!” Then, and not really expecting her maltepe escort to follow, I pulled the bathroom door open, flabbergasted when she pushed in ahead of me.

Vicki walked right over and plunked her butt down on the sink. Then, grinning impishly, she leaned back, hands braced on the sides of the sink. Well now, that move left her short skirt seriously hiked up. In fact, there was the hot pink of a pair of skimpy panties showing between a pair of luscious looking thighs. I locked the door, reminding myself that it wasn’t just Chuck and me, oh no, everyone on that car’s upper level had to use the bathrooms on the lower level as well. No problem, there were three of them after all! So then I turned, actually thinking that I was going to take that piss. As if…because, as I told Vicki, Shit sweetheart, you’ve got to know a guy can’t pee when he’s sporting a woodie!”

Vicki giggled, and once again, I almost let myself wonder about her age. I might have too, if she hadn’t said, “Wow…really,” before suggesting, “So come on, show it to me!”

Amtrak bathrooms are closet sized, so when I turned I was standing between Vicki’s legs. Well my zipper was already open, so hey, I decided to show it to her. Freed from my briefs, it sprang to attention, earning an appreciative “Woowoo,” from Vicki. I almost kissed her then, hesitated, and then ran the fingers of one hand up one of those so sweetly exposed thighs. Then, instead of putting a stop to my wandering fingers, in what sure looked like an invitation to me, she spread her thighs just a little bit further apart. Going for it, I peeled the damp pink fabric of her panties aside. I was expecting to see pussy alright, but not the glistening wet pink of a shaved bare one. So OK, that was the last time I worried about Vicki’s age.

Liking the added thrill of taking her without even having kissed her, I pushed two fingers in to the molten slipperiness of Vicki’s vagina. She gasped; “Ooh, yes,” and I began slowly pistoning those fingers. She went right on ooh oohing as my fingers twisted, tightly cocooned in her vagina’s wet heat. When I experimentally flicked my thumb over her clit, she sucked in a sharp breath, gasped, “Yes, yes,” and wrapped her legs around my waist. Well those oohs and yeses kept getting louder and louder, until finally, I pulled my fingers out of her. Then, before she could protest, I shushed her with a pussy-drenched finger pressed to my lips. It worked, and before I pushed my fingers back in to her, I’d licked up that tasty treat.

Vicki was breathing in gasps, and I was pumping my fingers in and out of her in a rapid-fire flurry of hard thrusts. She was panting, but it didn’t stop her from getting out a definitely insistent sounding, “Yeah, yeah, so are you going to fuck me?”

Back to teasing Vicki’s clit, and afraid of the answer, I asked her if she had a condom. Well she wasn’t carrying a purse, and her skirt lacked pockets, so Vicki’s, “No, don’t you,” wasn’t exactly a surprise.

Sadly, I wasn’t carrying one either, and no way was I going to trust myself to pull out…no fucking way! OK, so I was thinking blowjob! That treat could wait, because just then I had other things on my mind, and topping the list was going down on her. Only, there was something that I just had to do, and that was before I turned her pussy in to a late night snack. Figuring that at least I’d be able to brag that I’d fucked her, I stepped in closer. I was watching her face; so, when I felt the head of my cock nose its way in to her slippery opening, I saw her suck in a breath. Then, with one hard thrust, I had that head buried seven inches deep in her.

Finally, and with my cock wrapped up tight in the steamy depths of Vicki’s vagina, I kissed her. It was one utterly wicked, smoking hot kiss too! Well OK, that kiss started with my hands tangled in her hair, but it ended with them up under her T-shirt. I’d been right too. Vicki’s breasts were a sweet handful, firm plump, and topped with a pair of hard erect nipples. I didn’t waste any time closing a thumb and finger around those jutting beauties either. Gentle…nope, I manhandled those nipples, pinching, twisting, and tugging while Vicki whimpered in to my mouth. Her tongue was still doing its erotic dance in my mouth, not that it stopped her from demanding, “Hard…oh God, yes, do it…pinch my nipples!” Then, with her squealing “Oh God, oh God,” I went right on doing as ordered.

What I badly wanted to do was grab her ass, lift her, and then treat her to a balls to the wall fucking. Instead, as I took out my frustration on a pair of poor defenseless nipples, reluctantly mecidiyeköy escort I slowly pulled out of her. Then I slid my palms up the smooth silky skin of Vicki’s inner thighs. That was, of course after I peeled her legs from around my waist. Kneeling, and using my thumbs, I spread her labia, exposing the swollen nub of an unmistakably erect clit. I couldn’t resist, and went right for it, flicking the darting tip of my tongue over the silky smoothness of that pulsing nub. My tongue wasn’t even warmed-up yet, when she went off with a guttural “Oh shit,” followed by a squealing chorus of excited yeses! Then, with her begging for more, I abandoned her clit, and dove tongue first in to her vagina.

Using my fingers to hold her spread wide open, I’d thoroughly, and most satisfyingly tongue-fucked that young woman. The girl was wet, and I greedily lapped up the flowing flood of her vagina’s juices. Then, and only after I’d drank my fill of her sweet muskiness, and with Vicki squealing “Yes, oh yes make me cum again,” did I treat her clit to another sensual tongue whipping.

I teased, working her, getting her close, but not quite letting her catch up with the orgasmic relief she was loudly pleading for. Well by then I was past worrying about someone hearing Vicki’s impassioned cries. I mean hey, it’s not as if they were going to break down the door and throw us off the train! Still, there was the rational side of my ego, and it was screaming for me to bring things to a climax. Did I listen…oh Hell no! So when I started sucking on what was clearly a super-sensitized bit of tightly stretched clit, the little darling got seriously loud! Well sure, but her orgasmicly inspired cries were nothing more then raspy whispers by the time she pleaded, “No more, oh God…no more!”

Vicki was on her feet, one hand wrapped around, and stroking slowly up and down the length of my cock. Only, she was telling me, “Ooh, bummer and I’m sorry…but don’t lose this…yeah, because I’ll be back!” Sure, that sounded good, only she’d already blown my fantasy of a blowjob out of the water, by telling me that she wanted to get back to check on her Grandmother. So Ok, I wanted to believe her, and the kiss she blistered my lips with sort of said she meant it…or so I hoped anyway. Manfully I resisted the temptation to ask just how many “No one” was, when she stroked my bruised ego with a giggled, “Gosh Bob, I mean seriously, no one’s ever made me cum like that! Yeah, and you didn’t even have to use this, like…woowoo!” Fine, but then abandoning me and my poor cock, she left us standing there, while she slipped out the door.

I woke to the sound of thunder, only that wasn’t what had popped my eyes open. No, it had been the sound of a giggling girl down on her knees, working to get my zipper pulled down. I’d waited, and even left my seat’s leg rest lowered in hopeful anticipation. Only that rumbling thunder, the gentle swaying of the car, and the fact that it was 3:00 AM had left me in dreamland. Who knew, for sure I wouldn’t have bet that I wasn’t dreaming. Dreaming or not, it really was too good to be true!

Closing my eyes, I settled back, content to let Vicki do her thing. Unlike in the bathroom, the zipper wasn’t enough. Oh no, she unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans, before extracting her prize. I heard her exuberant “Woowoo,” and then soft lips closed around the head of my cock. She popped it in and out once, and then those sweet, sweet lips slid slowly down, all the way down. Then, as if she’d done it before, with ease, the head of my cock slid deeper, fitting comfortably in to her throat.

So Ok, I told myself , yup, the sweetheart can deep throat alright! Only that’s when she launched in to her next trick. After roughly pushing my thighs apart, she began sucking softly and slowly rotating her lips back and forth, and all while she bobbed her head, bouncing those soft lips up and down my full length. Then, with me already ready to scream, she proceeded to treat my cock like an oversized Popsicle. Except, the soft sensuous licking, and the wild flicking of her wicked tongue weren’t about to melt my Popsicle. Although, by then Vicki was close to finding herself with a mouthful of creamsicle! Sure, at first it had been a kick to sit there half-awake, savoring the delights of a willing mouth and a talented tongue. Only that bit of fantasy had been blasted to ruins about the time she began rapidly popping my cock’s head in and out of her mouth.

Well the delicious feel of Vicki’s pistoning mouth came to an abrupt stop. Then, I felt her slap a fist around my cock. Oops, and she was growling, nişantaşı escort “Bastard you better be awake!”

Without even opening my eyes, I reached out, took Vicki’s head between my hands, and gently pulled it down. Uh-huh, and I didn’t stop until the head of my cock was snuggly nestled deep in her throat. Then I said, “Awesome baby, but don’t stop now,” which, predictably got my hands batted aside. Well she didn’t stop, at least not before she had me bucking up to meet her wildly pumping mouth., I was breathing hard and practically growling by the time she stopped racing her lips up and down my cock. It had been an impressive display all right! It felt like every one of those round trip had sent my cock’s head slamming through her lips and right on in to her throat. Only she’d did stop; and of course, she’d giggled!

It was dark in that car. Beside whenever my eyes hadn’t been closed, they sure hadn’t been paying any attention to what Vicki was wearing. Ok, but when she squirmed her way on to my lap, I noticed she was wearing that baggy sweatshirt again,. I just didn’t care, at least not until she maneuvered her panty-free ass in to position, whooping another “Woowoo,” as her vagina filled with hard cock. I’d collected a double handful of her perky breasts , and that’s before she’d settled, fully impaled on seven very hard inches of cock. It just wasn’t fair! To make matters worse, the little darling started to giggle…again! I almost didn’t notice, because that giggling had her vagina convulsing around that condom free cock. So yeah, Ok, I was ready to give in, say fuck it…and fuck the giggles out of that brazen imp. Instead, her mouth found mine in the dark, and I got distracted. Then a playful tongue was swirling around my ear, and she was cooing, “Umm, your cock’s yummy! Yeah, and after you’ve played with my tits…oh God yes, I’m going to suck you off!”

It sounded like an awesome plan to me, and I went right on, with what I was already happily doing. That was of course, sweetly torturing Vicki’s insatiable nipples. Seriously, that girl just couldn’t get enough of the sort of hard pinching, rough twisting, and general mauling I was dishing out…not that I’m complaining! Hell, she’d probably still be bouncing on my cock, pleading for me to do it harder, if I hadn’t ordered, “Now baby…and you better be ready to swallow!”

Well the giggling imp called me a “Spoilsport,” but she was levering herself up and off that ready to erupt cock when she did. I guess you’d call it a side benefit, but the girl couldn’t giggle with seven inches of cock in her mouth! That’s just what she had too; when, without me alerting her, I exploded one seriously pent up blast of cum straight in to her throat. No problem, she took it, pistoning her lips in rapid-fire thrusts that did an awesome job of teasing every last drop of the creamy stuff out of me. Then, and I could almost picture her smacking her lips, she said, “Oh fuck, are you done…I mean hey, do you always cum like that?”

Vicki had climbed back on to my lap, and cuddled together we’d fallen asleep. It was the loud speaker booming an announcement that the lounge car was open that popped my eyes open. The sky had lightened, and we didn’t need the announcement to know we were approaching a stop. Sounding decidedly perturbed, Vicki complained, “Oh fuck its daylight! And oh my god…Grandma!”

I was more concerned that we might find a horde of passengers trooping in to our car. No worries, Vicki was getting her self together. She’d scrambled off my lap and was standing in the aisle staring at Chuck. Oh shit, I’d forgotten all about him, and wondered just how much he’d seen…all of it I hoped! Vicki waved, and called out a surprisingly shy sounding, “Hi Chuck!” Then that incorrigible imp put on a little show for my gawking buddy.

Somehow, I’d missed it, but Vicki had brought along a purse. She pulled her sweatshirt off over her head, reached in to her purse, and pulled out that star spangled T- shirt. She made sure Chuck got a good long look too, before she pulled it over her head. Then, she put on the sweatshirt and reached for that purse again. That time she pulled out a pair of panties, actually a lacy black thong. Then, with another girlish giggle, she turned her back to Chuck. Right, and bending over, she took her time carefully slipping them on over her cowboy boots. One look at his face was all it took to see that chuck had enjoyed a good long look at Vicki’s bare pussy. Only, I figured the poor guy could have done without her giggled, “Gosh Chuck, if there was time…well yeah, I’d do you too!”

I walked Vicki to the stairs where we exchanged a couple of passion-flavored kisses, our good-bys, and best of all E-mail addresses. So who knows, oh say about next May, I might be visiting Dallas. I can almost hear the little darling’s, tee hee heeing. Un-huh, but what I’m really looking forward to is hearing her whooping, “woowoo, woowoo, woowoo…

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It was rather nice to have Joey out of town for the better part of two weeks after their torrid mid-week lovemaking session. I learned quite quickly that having him out of town and having him out of her life were two quite different things, as he proved to be a very attentive boyfriend, constantly calling, e-mailing, texting, and twice sending her flowers. Ellen was very pleased that Joey was proving to be an attentive and apparently monogamous suitor. All of this really came as an unwelcome development. I had trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that a horny, partier like Joey would be so enamored of Ellen. There was the 12-year difference in age, for one, plus she had a son and while she had independent means, she couldn’t be expected to participate in the lifestyle of a young, single, corporate type.

But these issues were apparently not deal-breakers for either of them. I mean, it was dawning on me just how prime Ellen was, a catch for any man at any age. She was incomparably beautiful, of course, and highly, perhaps too highly, sexed. And she was more than well off financially. And, it was dawning on me that she had business and social ties to the world to which Joey aspired. There were no upgrades to be had. Ellen offered everything a man could want in a woman. I knew this of course but as the light went off in my head, I realized that the real reason Joey had been so quick to agree to a monogamous relationship with Ellen had less to do with the sex and everything to do wanting her as a life partner. I had seriously underestimated Joey. To me he was a toy; a highly skilled, youthful, and vigorous lover who had performed his role well with two of the women I dated, but who was in the end a disposable pleasure. But he was a clever, ambitious man and in his own way, as desirable a catch as Ellen. I was mentally kicking myself for being so obtuse.

Ellen and I shared a week of rather typical contact after Joey had left on his extended business trip, with daily phone calls, texts, and two visits. We made love twice and both times when I beheld her naked body, I was instantly aroused. Knowing that Joey also knew her raw beauty and enjoyed the charms of her body made me wild with the need to reclaim her as my own. And though Ellen was responsive to my impassioned lovemaking, I was unable on both occasions to bring her to a climax, something Joey did with distressing ease. The second time we made love, I was for some reason conscious that my penis did not and could not reach and press against her cervix as Joey could do with ease. Indeed he had to hold back an inch or so when he was inside of her in certain positions as otherwise he would cause pain and discomfort to her internally. And both times the joy of my release as I came inside of her was almost immediately dulled by the thought that my ejaculate was sterile, devoid of the teeming tens of millions of sperm cells that Joey could and did release into her sex. And as deflating as that bit of reality was, I had to admit that it was also intensely exciting for me to know of a certainty that Joey was regularly and deeply inseminating her, as I could not.

As we lay together in bed after making love, I wanted desperately to share my thoughts, fears, and desires with Ellen. And I realized that there was no reason why I shouldn’t. I loved her, trusted her, and in a way she was my best friend. And friends listen and allow you to be yourself. I resolved to just open up to her about the situation with Joey when the phone rang.

“Hi baby,” she chirped into the phone as she smiled with obvious delight. “I’m doing fine. I’m here with John. We’re hanging out this evening.” Yeah, and both of us are naked in bed, I thought smugly. “What are you up, naughty boy?!”

“Really? That would be great. When do you come in? For how long?” Damn. I thought he would be gone for a full two weeks. There was an extended silence.

“Yes, I can see you tomorrow. I’ll just have his father keep him an extra day. “Shouldn’t be a problem. I miss you too. Love you!” I could hear the joy in her voice even as I gazed on her lovely ass and gently stroked her breast as she lay on her side. She didn’t take any notice as I did so.

They chatted for a few minutes as Joey apparently shared some of the details of his trip and Ellen talked about the mundane happenings of her week. They were a truly loving, happy couple. I suppose it was that phone call, more than watching them sexually coupling, which made my decision. She was in no hurry to end the call, taking obvious pleasure in connecting with him. Ellen smiled in my direction a few times which I greatly appreciated. She was entirely without shame or guile, talking with her lover in my presence, and for that simple quality I could not but love her even more. Her animated joy at hearing from her lover was genuine. I was surprised that I didn’t feel angry or threatened. I actually felt relieved.

“Joey’s coming into town for the weekend before he heads back out. His boss said he needed to have a few days off. He could have stayed in New York, but he wanted to come back to be with me. That’s so sweet!”

“Yeah,” I answered numbly. “So, what’s the plan?”

And then she hesitated, biting etiler otele gelen escort her lip a bit. I wondered what was up.

“Would you mind if Joey and I went out together, you know, as a couple this weekend? I want to get past this whole deal of just having him just coming to my house so secretly, though the back door. I think it’s time, don’t you?”

And I couldn’t but agree. There was no reason to be secretive any more. Joey was her boyfriend. I wasn’t sure what I was any longer, but for once I decided to lay down my own rules.

“Ellen, you know that I love you.”

“And I love you too. You know I do. What’s up with you?”

“I know that love me, I mean, I really do. You’re my best friend as well. So we need to talk, or rather I need to talk to you about this whole situation. OK?”

“I love you and you’re my best friend too. I don’t know what I would do without you. You can tell me anything.” I melted with relief and knew in that instant I had nothing to fear.

“I’m jealous of Joey. No, that’s not quite right. I mean, I’m sort of intimidated by him.”

“He hasn’t said anything to you, has he? Or been mean to you? I won’t stand for that!” I was taken aback a bit by her intensity. I had not expected her to be so protective of me but she was and her caring warmed me.

“No, I don’t talk with Joey and he’s said nothing mean to me. But, look, I’m a guy. I know that he charms you. And I know that you, well, you know, have feelings for him. Do you love him?”

She didn’t answer immediately, looking at me questioningly, but she was an honest woman, so I didn’t have to wait long for her reply. “I do love Joey now; very much. You know that didn’t happen right away, but love just happens. It doesn’t change my feelings for you. I don’t know, you just offer me something different – maybe better, but I love you as well. Oh god, don’t leave me John,” and she teared up. “I’d be lost without you. What a mess I’ve made of this!” It grieved me to see her so upset, so I enfolded her in my arms and kissed her.

“Ellen, you’re the love of my life. You’re my best friend. I want what is best for you – that’s how much I love you. I will always be there for you – always.” And then she cried, trembling in my arms. I held her close and stroked her hair, offering her solace and caring in my embrace. I think it was in that moment that I really got it, you know, what really mattered to me. “I will never leave you.”

She looked up adoringly at me and said, “You are the most amazing man. I love you so much.” And she smiled that Ellen smile, and I was smitten – she had me, forever. And emboldened, I broached my unspoken fears.

“But I’m a man and I know that while I adore being with you sexually, Joey is a better lover. He is. I mean, he is, isn’t he?”

She nestled in my arms and whispered her reply. “Yes, he is, but what does that matter?”

“It matters to me, sweetie. I’m a guy. But I can live with that as long as I know that you love me.”

And then she perked up. “You’re the most amazing man. You allow me to have my pleasures and yet you still love me.” She snuggled against me, closer than ever. “I wonder if Joey will.”

“I don’t know, babe. I do know that you need to be who you are. Either he gets that or he doesn’t. You have to be in charge.”

And then she gave me a curious, inscrutable look, and said, “You can count on that.” And, in some convoluted way, I was incredibly pleased. Whatever Joey might offer her sexually; Ellen would never let him own her. She would live her life on her own terms and if that meant having other lovers, he would have to deal with that, as I did and as her ex would not. Joey, despite his alpha nature, would have to toe the line. That pleased me immensely.

And then I surprised even myself. “Allow me to your knight, Ellen – your protector, your devoted lover. But allow me to do that chastely. Allow me to love you that way. Being sexual with you is so difficult for me now, desiring you but knowing I cannot pleasure you as Joey can. Or as your other lovers can. I know that’s a bit strange, but it’s how I want it.”

And to my surprise, she got it. “Yes, I can and will do that. Men are so strange, but I do think I understand that.” She became quiet and then said, “Are you sure you want that? I will always have other lovers but I would not deny you my body. I’m a woman and that’s how I am.”

I knew in an instant that somehow, in her denying me her sex, I had found my place. “Yes, that’s how I want it. But I still need your touch and to touch you. If I thought I could never embrace your body as I am doing now, I would wither and die.” And I meant it.

“You can always do that, John.” She sighed and said, “Was there ever a woman who is as happy as I am right now?” And she fell asleep in my arms. And for the first time in my life, I was content. And truthfully, she was as well. I think that in a way she was glad to be relieved to no longer have to provide for my sexual needs. I don’t know what the term is for a man like me; perhaps I was a cuckold. I didn’t care. I only cared that Ellen had declared her devotion to me and I had done the etiler rus escort same for her. And I was actually glad that I no longer had to feel that I had to compete with Joey sexually, knowing it was a competition I could never win.

Joey came to town as promised and I gave them their space. Ellen was true to her word and provided me with some detail of their intimacies that weekend. I knew that they had bonded deeply. I also knew that he had fucked her senseless for two days, but what did that matter? Ellen saw to my needs and allowed me to be her devoted friend, calling and texting me several times. She shared it all with me Sunday after he had left to return to New York and his business.

“He’s mine,” she said almost matter-of-factly Sunday evening. “I don’t entirely trust him, mind you, but seems devoted to me.” She giggled. “And, he was just wild to have me!”

“Oh, baby, that is so hot!” I said with great pleasure. “I mean, he flew all that way just to be with you.”

“I know, isn’t that amazing? And, John, he really made me so happy. He loves me and I love him. It was nice to go out with him and not worry who saw me.”

“So, did anyone you know see you with him?” I really did wonder.

“Well, yes, a few of my friends did. Jack, my ex’s business partner came up to our table at the restaurant and chatted with us. I’m sure he told Lee afterwards about Joey. Isn’t that funny?”

“I’m glad that you don’t have to hide any more. Just don’t tell anyone about what happened to us, please?”

“Oh, I won’t. It’s none of their business anyway. But I did like being seen with Joey.”

“So, what’s next?”

“Well, we go to Vegas next weekend and I am so psyched! We’re going to have an amazing time there. I can’t wait!” It delighted me to know that she was so energized about being with her lover.

“You know that I will want to know everything, baby. I am so happy for you!” And I meant it.

“Come over on Wednesday, John. I need time with you.”

“Absolutely!”

And we had the most amazing evening on Wednesday. We went out to dinner and as always, Ellen looked totally amazing. Any man would kill to have a woman like her on his arm. I felt proud. I only thought once or twice that this gorgeous female specimen at my table had only a few days before been on her back with another lover. I couldn’t help that – it’s the way that I am put together. I spent the night at her home, in her bed, and although we slept naked in each other’s arms, I didn’t enter her body. I truthfully didn’t want to. Her body rightfully belonged to Joey but the tenderness I enjoyed in caressing and loving her was something altogether different and better. We talked and talked, content with our love for each other, enjoying the incomparable intimacy of our deep, intimate friendship and love. I was never so happy as holding her naked in my arms as we dozed, no longer feeling the useless need to compete with Joey sexually. I had found my place and was entirely content; and my place, though submissive, gave me strength. Several times I have to admit being aroused knowing that the precious woman next to me still carried Joey’s sexual leavings in her body. And she thankfully didn’t pull away when my hands sought to touch and explore her precious sex.

Ellen had an amazing weekend with Joey in Las Vegas. She phoned me several times and with innocent joy told me of the delights of their time together – the shows, the lights, and of course, the frequent lovemaking. She was so obviously in love with him and I couldn’t have been more pleased to know that she was experiencing the joys of romantic and passionate love with her younger, more assertive, and highly passionate new boyfriend. Ellen said that Joey had been surprisingly romantic and affectionate with her throughout the weekend, beyond the sex. This didn’t surprise me at all. I knew full well that he wanted more from her than her willingness in the bedroom. He wanted to marry her. In some random way, I suppose I took some pleasure in knowing I had brought them together.

We talked Monday evening when she returned and of course when she asked to see me, I came over straight away.

Ellen was not her usual bubbly, confident self however when I arrived. Her son was upstairs in his room studying, and our getting together when he was in house was frankly a bit of a surprise as she was usually very guarded about her time with him. She met me at the front door with a warm kiss and embrace. And, yes, she looked amazing. Ellen had that rare quality of always and in every situation, being a vision. And I melted as we reconnected in that moment. And I needed to reconnect with her, knowing as I did that she had received the full vigor of Joey’s sexing only a few days before. She seemed troubled as we went to her living room where she made me a drink.

I played it very cool, giving her time and space to tell me what was on her mind. We sat and chatted for a minute or two before she got to the business at hand.

“Joey wants to marry me, John.”

“No surprise there,” I said flatly.

“Well, it surprised me. He kept telling me last weekend, over and over, that he wanted etiler türbanlı escort to marry me. Where did that come from?” Ellen was genuinely surprised and quite obviously seeking my advice.

And so I told her. I told her that beyond her beauty and sexuality, that she offered a man a quality of life and connections that few other women could. I laid it all out for her, somewhat surprised that she did not get Joey’s stated wish to marry her.

“But, why would he want to marry me, for goodness sake? I mean, I’m more than ten years older than he is. And, do you know what, he told me that he wanted to have a child with me! He could have his pick of women his age. So, why me?”

“Because he knows, babe, that you offer more than any woman his own age could.” And I meant it. “You’re beautiful, sexual, wealthy, and connected socially. He wants you to bear his child to tie you to him.”

“I’ve thought about that. I do want another child. You know that.” She bit her lip, obviously in deep thought. “I don’t trust him entirely though. I wonder if it’s all about the money and my lifestyle and not about me. I’ve never trusted men for that reason. Of course, you’re the exception.” And she kissed me sweetly on my cheek and then embraced me, seeking my loving support.

“You’ll find your way in all of this, Ellen. But, why not with him? You only have a few more childbearing years left. And you do love him. And I’m sure that if you do decide to marry, your attorneys can protect you.”

“I do love him. And I have thought about having another child.” There was the longest silence on the phone and my heart was in my throat waiting for her to tell me more. “But, John, I don’t want another man to own me like Lee did when I married him. I do want Joey’s child, but he’s as possessive of me as Lee was. A part of me wishes I could just have another child on my own terms.”

And I thought carefully about how to respond. Jeez, here was the love of my life considering whether or not to allow another man to marry and impregnate her. But even in my agony over that possibility, I responded in love.

“You can’t have his child without marrying him, Ellen. You know that as well as I do. If you want a child by Joey, that’s your only option. You have too much to lose socially and otherwise to consider anything else.” I waited a few seconds before asking the question that truly agonized me. “Do you want to marry him?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t.” Her answer was immediate. “I do think sometimes he just wants my money and my social standing. How can I know, John? I just know I ache for him, want him, and want to give him everything I have to offer. Oh, goodness, I don’t know what to do!” she said in anguish.

I so loved this woman, even knowing that the topic at hand was whether she would agree to be bred by another man, and perhaps even marry him. I didn’t care. She needed me.

And we held each other and talked for hours, about her needs, not mine. I didn’t care – I just wanted to feel her body against mine and smell the sweetness of her hair and enjoy, if only chastely, the warmth of her breasts against my body. I loved her so much, even as she told me of her passionate love for Joey, and, most tellingly, of her most secret desire to carry his child. Ellen was deeply conflicted, loving him, but not willing to sacrifice her independence to him as she had done when she was married. I knew the answer.

“You are near the end of your childbearing years, Ellen. I can’t give you a child. Joey certainly can. You love him. So, you should have a baby with him. Marry him, as you must, but don’t you ever, every let him dictate to you how to live you life. You will lose yourself if you do.”

“Oh, god, you are so right,” she said looking up to me. “What would I do without you, John? I wish I could have your baby, not his.” And that cut right through me. Though she was trying to love to me in saying that, I felt completely deflated. I couldn’t give her what she so desperately needed – a child from the product of love. Only Joey could do that. And that ambitious, self-serving bastard would no doubt give her just that. He might marry her – he would almost certainly breed her – but she was still my precious girl. And I smiled inwardly thinking I would bring another man to her bed, so that Joey would know the torment that I felt right now.

Joey pressed his marital suit vigorously over the next few months. He understood that he would need to ingratiate himself with her son if he was to be successful, and with his considerable charm, he did so. William looked up to him in a way, though I’m sure that he was a bit confused at first as to where Joey and I fit into his mother’s life. In time he accepted, as did Ellen’s other friends, that Joey was her boyfriend. Ellen was tickled by the reaction of many in her social circle to her having ‘landed’ such a handsome, younger lover. While some were appalled, I think that most of her married female friends were in fact envious that she had what it took to bring such a prime male specimen to her bed. I know for a fact that she shared more than a few details of Joey’s bedroom skills with her best friend Amanda, who at first questioned her why she had ‘dumped’ me for another man. Ellen’s explanation that she and I were just ‘friends’ now did not satisfy her. Amanda had always liked me, knowing for a certainty that I was devoted to Ellen. I’m sure she thought that Ellen had hurt me, thinking that her caprice with Joey was nothing more than the fling of a middle-aged woman.

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