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In chapter 3 Jack and his mother experiment with bondage and anal intercourse. Their passion and love for each other reach new heights of forbidden eroticism. But change is on the horizon as Elizabeth’s older sister, newly widowed, is coming to live with her. Jack wonders how this will change things between him and his mother and he recalls an incident a few years ago when his aunt appeared to make a pass at him.

This concluding chapter of the series is about what happens when Jack’s Aunt Katherine comes to live with Elizabeth. It is recommended that you read chapters 1 to 3 first as they contain important background on Elizabeth’s looks and character which are highly pertinent to the story line. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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After getting back from Scotland my mother and I had had four weeks before Aunt Katherine moved down to Oxford. Neither of us could be sure what affect her arrival would have on the intense and incestuous sexual relationship that had developed between us over the past few weeks. Once unimaginable, unthinkable, now we regularly indulged in vaginal and anal intercourse, often with my mother strapped securely to the bed, either at her house or at my flat in the city centre.

So for four weeks we had made the most of it, fucking like rabbits at every opportunity. We barely spent a night apart; mostly I would go to her house after work each day and we would shower together. Then she would dress in stockings and a garter belt and we would spend anything up to two- or three-hours making love in the most erotic ways imaginable. These evening sessions usually, though not always, culminated in me penetrating her anus, something my mother was growing to enjoy almost as much as vaginal intercourse. She had also started to explore my anus, using her tongue and fingers to excite me.

In the mornings, we would make love again. Mostly this was conventional sex, tender and slow, in contrast to the sometimes-rough passion of the evening before. My mother’s arousal at the roughness of our evening play never ceased to amaze me. The night before Aunt Katherine’s arrival, determined to extract the last drop of pleasure before the curtain came down, my mother had timidly asked me to spank her. Surprised, and aroused myself, I laid her across my knees, naked apart from stockings and suspenders, and smacked her bare arse, hard, pausing between blows to stroke her shaven pussy and tease her little brown rosebud. She squealed and writhed as I smacked, trying to rub her clitoris on my leg and eventually reaching a climax. I felt bad about her glowing red buttocks, but she was thrilled with the experience.

Then Katherine had arrived and for two weeks our relationship had been as chaste as a mother-son relationship should be as we assessed the implications of her older sister’s presence. Indeed, we hardly saw each other! And a long two weeks it was, before Katherine got a job — she was anxious to pay her way — and was out of the house during weekdays. Unfortunately, so was I. I could hardly leave the office at lunchtime and pop round for a quick fuck — not that idea hadn’t occurred to me. And of course auntie was around at weekends too. Eventually mum partially solved the problem by inventing “Don,” a fake boyfriend she’d met on the internet with whom she spent her Saturdays, sometimes staying over at his flat on Saturday night. This fitted in with mum’s new image — the cosmetics and dyed hair and the clothing transformation — and Katherine appeared to accept the story, even suggesting that when a decent period of mourning had elapsed, she too would try internet dating.

So we had Saturdays together, with no fear of being disturbed as I had, so far, neglected to furnish Katherine with the address of my flat. Elizabeth generally arrived at midday and we spent the afternoon fucking. Then we’d go out for a meal in the city centre and maybe take in a movie before going back to my flat and fucking again until we were both exhausted and sometimes slightly sore. On Sunday morning we’d stay in bed with the papers and fuck again before Elizabeth left mid-afternoon. Heaven. I lived for the weekends!

A month or so into this delightful routine, mum had to go into hospital overnight for a routine carpel tunnel operation. It was no big deal but there were some logistics issues to discuss and I came over to her house on Tuesday evening so that Katherine could be included in the discussions. After we were done, and I was taking my leave, Katherine surprised us by offering to cook for me while mum was away.

‘I know Liz doesn’t cook much for you nowadays, Jack, but I thought it would give us a chance to have a good old natter. And I can rustle up a pretty decent meal though I say it myself.’

It would have been churlish to refuse so I said I’d come over after dropping mum at the hospital on Friday evening.

‘Be kind to your aunt,’ were mum’s parting words as I dropped her off. ‘She’s still a bit fragile after all that’s happened.’

Taking her words to heart I bought a big bunch of assorted flowers at illegal bahis the hospital kiosk and presented them to my aunt as I walked through to the kitchen where she was elbow-deep in food preparation.

‘Oh Jack! How thoughtful of you! I’ll hug you later, I’m all floury at the moment.’ She held up her arms as though to confirm this. ‘Now pour yourself a glass of wine, and top mine up, there’s a bottle already opened over there, and go and relax in the front room while I finish off. I hope you like Beef Wellington. And there’s cheesecake afterwards…’

I retreated to the front room and put the television on, watching an early evening game show and half listening to the clatter coming from the kitchen. Half an hour later auntie stuck her head through the doorway.

‘I’m going upstairs to make myself look presentable. Hope I won’t be too long.’ This last was accompanied by a mischievous grin. ‘Help yourself to more wine.’

She thumped upstairs and I went into the kitchen, where the odours of cooking made my mouth water. The bottle of Merlot that I’d poured us a glass from was now empty, and there was an opened bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon next to it, about three-quarters full. By my estimation this meant Aunt Katherine had drunk more than a bottle of wine already this evening. I topped my glass up, resigned to having to stay the night and thinking that a bit of anaesthetic wouldn’t do any harm.

Katherine was upstairs for over an hour, but when she finally came down, pausing in the kitchen to refill her glass, I could see why she’d taken so long. Sixty-four she may have been but she scrubbed up pretty well, I thought. She was dressed in a simple grey woollen dress which accentuated her figure. She wasn’t voluptuous but she had more curves than mum, including a very respectable bust. Her ash-blonde hair was freshly washed and shining and she’d used a lot of make-up, quite cleverly, to make the best of her long face and pointed jaw. She was wearing black stockings or tights and high heels and I also noticed that she’d painted her nails red, for which I must confess I am a sucker. The overall effect was of a mature but attractive lady who’d taken some trouble to look good.

‘Now come and give your auntie a hug.’

I stood up from the settee and she came over and flung her arms around me, squeezing me tightly and kissing my cheek. I could feel her breasts pushing into my chest and smell the combination of red wine and toothpaste on her breath. I could also smell her scent. It was the same as mum’s. It probably was mum’s.

She broke the hug, but not before kissing me full on the mouth. ‘That’s a “thank you” for the flowers.’

‘You’re welcome,’ I said. ‘Maybe I’ll have to buy you some more often.’ It was a stupid thing to say; I wasn’t looking to seduce my aunt. But the devil was inside me that evening, of that there is no doubt, and I was curious as to what would happen if I flirted.

‘Yes,’ she said, looking me in the eye, ‘why don’t you.’ There was an awkward pause then she disappeared into the kitchen calling ‘dinner in ten minutes’ over her shoulder.

We ate at the pine kitchen table that I’d fucked her sister over a few times. And dinner was, as Katherine had promised, very good. I’ve always been fond of Beef Wellington and I adore lemon cheesecake. There was also more wine. Too much more, I thought. Another bottle was opened and I could see that Aunt Katherine was affected: her eyes were slightly unfocussed and her gestures exaggerated. Part of me hoped that she’d pass out on the settee after dinner. Part of me was still curious as to how the evening might develop. It was this latter part that suggested we take our glasses through to the front room, and it was this latter part that followed auntie to the settee when I could have taken the single chair.

She smiled at me as we sat down and patted the space right next to her.

‘Now come and tell auntie all your news. I’m dying to hear all about your flat and work and everything.’

So I told her all my news: the recent promotion at work, the trips to France and Canada and about my flat. She looked directly at me as she listened, a smile fixed on her face. After a few minutes I exhausted the subject and tailed off. Katherine was still looking at me, her lips slightly parted, a tiny bit of lipstick on one front tooth.

‘Your flat sounds enchanting, Jack. I’d love to come over and see it one day, when you’re not too busy with all your girlfriends that is. I expect you’ve got them queuing at the door, a handsome chap like you.’

‘Well there’s no one special at the moment, auntie.’

‘What’s the matter with the Oxford girls? If I were your age — and not your aunt of course — I’d have snapped you up long ago. And you’re much too old to call me auntie. Katherine will do very well. Or how about Kathy. My first boyfriend always called me that. You remind me a bit of him. Same lovely eyes and the same athletic figure.’

As she said this last piece of nonsense, she took hold of my upper arm and squeezed the bicep.

‘Yes, I thought illegal bahis siteleri so, very firm.’

I was beginning to wonder if I should initiate things and make a pass at Katherine. She hardly seemed “fragile” as mum had suggested. Indeed, it seemed obvious that she was coming on to me again. But did I really want that? Wasn’t I being unfair to Elizabeth? Unfaithful in fact? But my aunt was here with me now, available perhaps. A sexy older woman. My conscience was fighting a losing battle with my baser instincts when Katherine, after taking a long sip from her glass, changed the subject.

‘So what about Don, your mother’s new man? Well, man,’ she corrected herself, tipsily. ‘Have you met him? What’s he like?’

Mum and I hadn’t rehearsed this scenario but I thought quickly and decided that it would be much better if I’d never met the mythical Don. I mean what if I described him as tall and blond and mum had already said he was short and swarthy.

‘She’s been pretty cagey about the whole thing. I’ve not only not met him, but she’s never even intimated that she’ll introduce us.’

‘Don’t you think that’s odd, Jack? What’s she hiding do you think? Maybe it’s Donna rather than Don!’ She hadn’t let go of my arm and now she gave it another squeeze and laughed, apparently at the idea of her sister with another woman. ‘Now be a dear and go and top us up.’

I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. Katherine didn’t seem to be getting any drunker but I was starting to feel a bit dizzy, not completely in control. Afterwards I tried to salve my conscience by pretending it had been the drink that had lowered my resistance. In truth it probably was.

When I came back into the front room Katherine had drawn the curtains but not switched any lights on; the only illumination came from the hall light. It closed the walls in and gave the room an intimate feel. We sat quietly for some minutes, sipping our wine, then Katherine took another long sip and put down her glass turning to face me with the air of one about to make a momentous statement.

‘Jack, do you remember a few years ago when you visited us in Scotland?’

I nodded. ‘The house in Inverkeithing?’

‘Yes.’ She paused, picked up her glass, sipped, put it down again and took a deep breath. ‘Do you remember me kissing you, in the little bedroom, while everybody was out?’

The atmosphere in the darkened room was suddenly electric. I could almost feel the hairs on my neck stand up and a storm of butterflies was churning my stomach. ‘Yes…’ I said slowly.

‘Have you ever wondered,’ she said, quietly, ‘what would have happened if you’d kissed me back?’

‘Sometimes,’ I admitted.

‘Only here we are again, alone in the house together… ‘She was speaking softly, barely audible. ‘Perhaps it’s time we found out what would have happened.’ She leaned towards me and I caught her scent again and the power of her presence. ‘It would be our secret, Jack. Nobody else would ever know…’

I said nothing, but my heart was pounding. This was the point of no return. I tried to think of Elizabeth but my cock was stirring in my trousers, the erection growing, sucking away my good intentions. I leaned my head down to meet hers, turning my head slightly so our lips met, just touching, for long seconds, like that kiss in Inverkeithing. But this time her lips, warm and firm, pressed against mine and I felt her mouth open and open mine with it and her tongue entered my mouth and suddenly I was lost. I wanted this woman, wanted to kiss her, to explore her body to thrust my hardness into her. I felt her arms around my neck and I put mine around her waist and pulled her to me. Breaking the kiss she stared wildly at me in the darkness.

‘Yes!’ she hissed. ‘This is what I think would have happened.’ She pulled my face to hers and we kissed frenziedly, smearing saliva over our lips, tongues exploring every corner of our mouths. ‘Take me upstairs Jack. Take me to bed.’

This was not the slow seduction, the gentle exploring and tender undressing that had characterised my first time with my mother. This was naked lust. We stumbled up the stairs to her bedroom and, slamming the door shut behind us, kissed ferociously while we ran our hands shamelessly over each other’s bodies. I found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down; she was grappling with my belt buckle, then undoing my shirt buttons. Katherine stepped back and pulled the grey woollen dress over her head, revealing a black lacy bra and black tights.

‘I’d have worn stockings for you if I’d thought this was going to happen,’ she said, peeling the tights off and unhooking her bra.

I shucked out of my shirt and pulled my trousers down, taking my underpants and socks with them and tossing the little bundle into a corner of the room. We came together again, me naked, penis proudly rigid, seeping its clear liquid, Aunt Katherine in nothing but her panties. Her legs weren’t as shapely as Elizabeth’s and she had a little bit of a tummy, but her breasts were nice: sort of grapefruit sized and canlı bahis siteleri still quite firm, faint stretch marks only adding to their charm. The areolae were dark and crinkly and her nipples were big, rubbery and erect. I took one in my mouth and she gasped as I sucked and nibbled, taking it between my teeth and biting down gently.

‘Oh God, that’s good.’ It was the first thing we’d said since getting to the bedroom.

I released her nipple and squatted down, hooking my fingers into her knickers and pulling them to the floor. Her pubic hair was grey and sparse, but neatly trimmed, the outer labia partially open and already starting to glisten with the juices of her excitement. I wanted to thrust my face into her vulva, force my tongue between her labia, taste her secretions. But that would come later. Now we both wanted the same thing.

Without a word she scrambled onto the bed and lay on her back, legs wide open, feet in the air. I knelt down and guided my rigid cock to her sopping cunt, pushing it promptly in, the whole way, seeing her eyes open and hearing her gasp with desire.

‘Yes, Jack, give it to me.’

I started fucking my aunt with long, hard thrusts, trying to rub my pelvis over her clitoris at each stroke. She grabbed my upper arms and dug her nails in, head thrashing about on the pillow, spittle on her lips and chin, my balls slapping against her arse and the squelching of my cock in her cunt clearly audible.

In five minutes it was over: she cried out ‘I’m coming! You’re making me come!’ and at the same time my orgasm hit me with a tingling of anticipation followed by wave after wave of pleasure as I squirted my spunk into her.

Afterwards she lay with her head on my chest, my arms around her, while out bodies cooled until we had to get under the duvet. Aunt Katherine broke the silence.

‘I’ve wanted that to happen for a long time, Jack. Maybe even before our kiss in Inverkeithing. Did you want it too?’

‘I thought about you a lot after that kiss,’ I said slowly. ‘Sometimes I fantasized about it when I masturbated. Imagined what would have happened.’

‘And now it has,’ she whispered. We were silent again for a few minutes as we both digested the implications of what had happened. ‘Would you like us be secret lovers?’ she asked, eventually..

The truth was I wouldn’t, not really. It would be much too complicated. And it wasn’t fair to my mother. So I prevaricated.

‘I’m not sure how that would work, Kathy. With mum being around.’

‘Well that’s easy, Jack. Obviously we would have to be very discreet — I believe incest is still a criminal offence in Britain — but when your mum goes over to stay with the mysterious Don on a Saturday evening, I could come over to your flat or you could come here.

Shit! That put me right on the spot. I mumbled something about Saturdays being difficult because of meeting friends, but Katherine wasn’t listening. Her hand had disappeared under the duvet and she was stroking a fingernail up and down my penis, which immediately showed signs of interest.

‘Mmm, I didn’t think we were through for the evening yet.’ She circled my thickening shaft with thumb and forefinger and began to slowly wank me. ‘Does that feel nice?’ Without waiting for an answer she dived under the duvet and I felt her mouth close over the head of my cock. My mother may have been inexperienced at oral sex but her older sister certainly wasn’t. She began giving me an exquisite blow job, sucking and teasing with her tongue, the touch of her lips over my glans as light as a feather. I lay back and closed my eyes, enjoying the rapid up and down motion of her head and wondering if it was permissible to come in her mouth. But before an orgasm started to build up, she threw the duvet clear of use, rose up and straddled me, guiding my hardness into her for the second time.

Sinking down over my cock, our pelvises meeting, then placing her hands either side of my shoulders, she started rocking her hips backwards and forwards, grinding her clitoris against my pubic bone. She quickly got into a rhythm, riding me smoothly with long thrusts of her hips and gasping as bolts of pleasure shot through her.

Her breasts were swinging free just above my face and by lifting my head I was able to take a nipple in my mouth and suck and nibble at the rubbery protrusion. Aunt Katherine groaned more deeply.

‘Bite my nipple harder.’

I clenched my teeth on her, anxious that I might hurt her.

‘Bite harder!’

I clamped my teeth down firmly and she screamed as an orgasm surged through her, bucking wildly on top of me. As it subsided, she slid off onto her back and I thrust into her again, her cunt so soaking wet that I had to ram my cock home to feel anything.

‘Grip me, Kathy,’ I gasped, and felt her vaginal wall closing on my rigid member. Then I was fucking her hard again, ramming it in and almost all the way out, ramming in again, watching my aunt’s face underneath me, tears in her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks, lipstick smudged across her mouth and her hair a wild blonde halo about her head. I thrust furiously, aware that Katherine wasn’t as tight as Elizabeth although she’d never had a child, and mum had. Beads of sweat were collecting on my forehead when I finally felt my orgasm approach.

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San Diego, CA

Summer 1973

Goddammit!

Randy hated going to Uncle Chris’ fucking holy-roller church. Every damn week he lost three hours of his fucking life that he would never get back.

Goddammit!

“My house, my rules. You stay with us, you go to church,” Chris would say if Randy protested.

Randy wondered if he had finally reached his breaking point. After all, he had recently turned nineteen and had enough money saved to live on his own so what was keeping him from moving out? ‘Too much of a chicken shit, that’s why,’ he thought. Randy knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before either he or his Uncle Chris would eventually get sick of it all and Randy would be out for good.

As the family entered the church’s main hall and saw so many people there, Randy realized something was up.

“What’s going on?” he asked his younger cousin, Danny.

“It’s revival, stupid. Remember? We have church every night this week,” Danny said.

Like hell they did! Randy wasn’t going to church every night, he had too many things going on. For one, his band had practice and, for him, that was the holiest thing in his life.

As the family settled into a pew in the middle of the hall, Randy noticed the church stage was rearranged. The giant pinewood podium and church organ had been pushed to the back wall and the stage was filled with musical instruments…a five piece Ludwig drum set, a Yamaha keyboard, a couple of acoustic guitars, a Fender bass and, Randy gave a closer look at the lead guitar, a white 1965 Stratocaster. Six microphones, with brightly colored covers, were positioned around the stage and were flanked by two large Marshall Speakers.

Oh, god. Randy had a sinking feeling they were about to be ‘ministered’ to by Jesus freaks and their shitty Jesus music.

Once the congregation had settled, the church Pastor took the stage and announced the beginning of the revival for the week. He extended his hand to a group of six people dressed in identical powder blue suits and introduced them as The Persuaders.

They were some type of family band. The smiling father took the microphone and introduced his wife, on the keyboard, his eldest daughter, on bass, her husband and his son-in-law, on lead guitar and his twelve year old son, on the drums.

And then there was, holy shit, his youngest daughter, Amy, as lead vocalist. The father proudly announced Amy had just completed high school and was going to attend Oral Roberts University in the fall. She looked familiar. Why was that? He chuckled. Damn, she looked like Michelle Phillips. Seriously! She had that same long, straight, dishwater blonde hair and girl-next-door good looks.

The group launched into their first song. As expected, it was some type of Jesus freak music. Their musical style was basically the same as the Carpenters with some folk and blues thrown in. Danny leaned over to Randy.

“They’re better than your band,” he said.

Hardly. The Persuaders were playing pretty elementary stuff, simple chords and rhythms, but good enough to please a church crowd. Amy, however, was different!

Clearly the family band’s star, the girl had some pipes! She swayed to the music, pulled on the microphone cord, and sang her soul into the yellow microphone cover. Shit, she had quite the range. One, two…three octaves! Impressive. The rest of the band was definitely riding her talent but what type of shit was she singing?

‘I’ve got confidence, God’s gonna see me throuuuugh.

No matter, what the case may be.

I know, he’s gonna fix it for me.

I’ve got confidence, he’s gonna fix it for meeeeeee.’

Randy shook his head. A girl that good looking, and with that much talent, should not be on the stage of some church singing Jesus songs. He was deeply impressed with Amy as he applauded, along with everyone else, once the song was over. He couldn’t think of any other girl with that much singing skill and he had seen a lot.

When he wasn’t admiring her vocal talent, he tried his best to check out her bod, but he was at least a dozen rows back and the blue suit she wore didn’t flatter her any. Once, she bent over and picked up a tambourine out of a guitar case and her polyester pants stretched around a tight ass. Nice! He wished she would bend over and pick something else up but she never did.

He thought about the last time he had seen a girl’s bare ass. It had been about four months ago, just before he broke up with his ex, Brook Anderson. He had fucked her doggie-style in the back of his band’s Chevy van after one of their gigs at Charlie’s Bar.

The thought made him start to get a hard-on and he twisted in the church pew as he wondered how experienced Amy was. She was hot and certainly would have had boyfriends over the years but, being a church girl, he imagined she was pretty tame. In the heat of the moment, she may have let a boyfriend touch her titties but then she probably repented to Jesus about it afterward and didn’t let him touch them ever again. Poor bastard.

After a few more songs, a half hour sermon from the Pastor and illegal bahis the obligatory altar call, the congregation was released. Randy waited in the parking lot, next to the family car, wanting to light up a Winston but one of Uncle Chris’ rules was, ‘no smoking on church grounds’. He watched the crowd build outside of the church doors and slowly disperse.

Damn, he wished Chris and the family would hurry the fuck up. It was so damn hot, he swore he could smell the asphalt melting under his boots. It was times like these Randy wished he was allowed to take his Chevelle to church so he could leave but Chris insisted they all be together on Sunday mornings.

A group of admirers milled around The Persuaders as Randy tried to get another look at Amy but, with the crowd, he only caught glimpses of her. He resigned to himself that she would be one of those hot girls that came into, and left, his life without ever having the opportunity to know her. Their presence certainly was always appreciated and, at the least, it would give him something to beat off to before he went to bed. Aunt Sally came up to the car, digging in her purse. Danny was close behind but Uncle Chris was nowhere in sight.

“Let’s go,” Aunt Sally commanded.

Randy gave her a questioning look.

“We’re having The Persuaders over for dinner,” Danny announced.

Randy raised an eyebrow and thought to himself, Really now? Hmmm.

“Uncle Chris is going to ride with them,” Aunt Sally said. “We’re going to go and get everything ready. Come on now, they’ll be over in an hour.”

******

When they got home, the only thing Randy wanted was a cigarette but Aunt Sally insisted he help set the table while she started cooking.

“Aunt Sally, I’m not going to church every night this week,” he said as he and Danny put in the table extension.

“Really? Not even to see Amy?” she said with a smile.

Danny snickered.

“I saw the way you were looking at her,” Aunt Sally said.

Shit! Was it that obvious?

“I’m not going, Aunt Sally. I have things I need to do, one being band practice,” Randy said.

“You can talk to your Uncle Chris about it.”

If his Uncle Chris tried to make him go to church every night, that was it, Randy was out. Once the table was set, Randy went into the back yard, packed his Winstons, lit one up, closed his eyes and let the nicotine sooth him.

Uncle Chris and his family had been kind enough to take Randy in after his mother died of cancer in a few years back. It was his Aunt Sally he was related to by blood but it was Uncle Chris who ruled the roost, made, and enforced the rules.

Randy began to think Uncle Chris probably wouldn’t make him go. After all, for the most part, Uncle Chris gave Randy his space. The main rules were Randy had to attend church once a week, graduate high school (he did, barely), have a job and pay forty dollars a month for rent. He was permitted to smoke as long as he did it out back.

What he did in his room was his business but any rock music had to be listened to with headphones and he had to keep his albums in his room because Danny wasn’t allowed to listen to any of it. If alcohol or drugs were ever found, Uncle Chris promised Randy he’d put him in the street, immediately!! Pornography was strictly prohibited, too but Randy secretly kept his girly mags in a bag in the back of his closet.

Aunt Sally opened the sliding glass door.

“Randy, they’re here.”

The dining room was jammed with people. The Persuaders, still in their powder blue church suits, were taking up places around the table which was topped with steaming pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls. Amy sat across from Randy.

Since he was closer to her, he could see some of her imperfections, which made her less intimidating. Her front teeth were big, he figured her tits were small B-cups, if she was lucky, and she had a pimple on the side of her nose that she had attempted to cover with makeup. Still, she was one good looking girl and certainly completely fuckable.

He was a little irritated that she wasn’t paying much attention to him, hell, she didn’t even look in his direction. He wondered if she was stuck up. Most likely, she thought she understood his type and her holy-roller values didn’t approve.

“Randy’s a good guitar player, himself, and he has his own band,” Uncle Chris told The Persuaders.

That got Amy’s attention and, for the first time, she looked directly at him.

“What kind of music do you play?” the brother-in-law of the band asked.

Randy remembered he was the band’s lead guitarist.

“Rock music,” Randy said, knowing not to elaborate. He had better things to do than argue with Jesus freaks about what was considered appropriate music and what was not.

“I’d like to hear some of it some time,” Amy said.

Well, well, well! Randy thumbed towards his room.

“How about now?”

She nodded.

“C’mon.”

Uncle Chris took him by the arm as Randy walked by.

“Remember the rules, Randy.”

Yes, he knew. Whatever. Girls could go into illegal bahis siteleri his room but the door had to stay open. Not that it mattered to him because if he ever got lucky enough to get a willing chick into his room, he’d fuck her with the door wide open, closed, in front of his family, her family, God, or Jesus.

“You’re a really good singer,” he told her as they made their way down the hall.

She pushed back her hair and gave a guarded smile.

“Thanks.”

She stopped at the door of his room and stared at his walls that were covered with posters of Frank Zappa, Led Zeppelin and Deep Purple. An acoustic guitar was near his bed and in the corner, next to four milk crates packed with albums, was his pride and joy, a Gibson Les Paul electric guitar with a honey burst finish.

“Anyone ever tell you that you look like Michelle Phillips?” he asked.

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“You’re a good looking girl.”

“Thanks.”

Randy wished she would take off that ugly jacket so he could check her out a little more, or at least bend over one more time for him. Instead she just stood at the door and stared at the walls as if the band members, portrayed on the posters, might come out and grab her. Finally, she made her way inside.

“You ever listen to them, the Mamas and the Papas?” he asked, sitting on the bed and picking up the acoustic.

“Some. I’m really not supposed to listen to that kind of music.”

Randy wasn’t surprised by her response. It was unfortunate because she’d increase her skill and knowledge if she studied outside of the Jesus music scene.

“What bands do you like?” he asked.

She shrugged again as she checked out his stereo system.

“Andrae Crouch. Larry Norman. Agape.”

She looked back at his posters, as if expecting one of the bands she mentioned to emerge. Randy hadn’t heard of any of them. Jesus bands he figured.

She walked over and fingered through his albums as he tuned the guitar. Her hand recoiled, as if she had touched something hot, when she came to his Black Sabbath album.

Randy knew that if he wanted to make a connection with her, his best bet was music but she was used to listening to the likes of Pat Boone so he’d have to dial it way back. She’d probably enjoy something his Aunt and Uncle liked. That left him with slim pickings. Wait a minute.

“Like Elvis?” he asked.

“Who doesn’t?”

He struck the strings with three hard chords followed by two smacks on the guitar, the opening rift for ‘Jailhouse Rock.’

‘The warden threw a party in the county jail

The prison band was there and they began to wail’

She smiled as he finished the first verse then joined him for the chorus.

‘Everybody in the whole cell block

Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!’

Thank God for Elvis. The king of Rock-n-Roll could make any woman hot, no matter the age or religion. Funny, about fifteen years ago, the same holy-roller community thought Elvis was the devil incarnate. Somewhere down the line he had become acceptable. Who knew, maybe in another fifteen years, young holy-roller girls would be singing Zeppelin. He made direct eye contact as he launched into the third verse.

‘Number forty-seven said to number three

You’re the cutest jailbird I ever did see

I sure would be delighted with your company

Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me! ‘

Her guard was coming down. She clapped her hands and swayed to the music as he strummed and slapped the guitar in time. She was so damn fuckable and, wow, he just couldn’t get over her singing talent. She was using her head voice, which she hadn’t used during the church service. In his opinion, that was where she really shined. Her falsetto was clean and full, absolutely beautiful. When the song was over she gave him a big grin.

“That was cool!”

Now that he had her attention, it was time to impress. Her eyes went wide as he launched into the William Tell Overture, flew through a pentatonic scale lick and ended with a hard bend from A to B flat.

“Oh my goodness! You’re good! How did you learn to play like that?” she said.

“My mother was a classical music teacher. She taught me everything I know.”

“Why doesn’t she teach anymore?”

Randy adjusted one of the tuning pegs for his fifth string.

“She passed away a few years ago.”

Amy blushed, her face a mask of horror at her inadvertence faux pas.

“Oh my goodness. I am so sorry!”

“Don’t be. How about you? Where did you learn to sing?”

“My vocal teacher was a voice coach for Aretha Franklin.”

“No shit?!”

It was Randy’s turn to feel awkward while cursing in front of a hot church girl. He had probably turned her off. Dammit.

She pointed at his guitar and smiled.

“Let’s do another.”

Glad she hadn’t been offended by his swearing, he began thinking about what to play next. The Beatles? Nah. Church goers hadn’t been on good terms with John Lennon since he compared the band to Jesus. Best to stick with Elvis.

‘Well, since my baby left me

Well, canlı bahis siteleri I found a new place to dwell

Well, it’s down at the end of Lonely Street

At Heartbreak Hotel’

“All right!” she laughed.

She sang along, really getting into it and he let her take over on vocals. Her lower range was not as strong as her middle but it had a nice husky texture to it. Good god it was sexy!

“Sing it, girl!” he called out to encourage her.

She was closer to him and he could smell that soft scent that all girls seemed to have. When he launched into the guitar solo, she grabbed his hairbrush off of the dresser and sneered into it like Elvis.

“Hey, ‘cilla, go and make me a ‘nanner sandwhich,” she said, curling her lip.

They both laughed. By the time the song was over, they were both goofing around and laughing. Randy was wanting to wrap his hands in her long blonde hair and get a taste of those lips. The way things were going, it might be a possibility. She tapped him, playfully, on the shoulder with the hair brush.

“You’re fun. Do you know the song-“

“Hey, you’re pretty good. Mind if I join you?”

They both turned to see Amy’s brother-in-law standing at the door. ‘Aw man, you got to be kidding me!’ Randy felt the sexual energy that had been building, sucked right out of the room.

Her brother-in-law came in and admired Randy’s Les Paul. They plugged it into the practice amp and Randy watched him play mostly blues riffs. Randy didn’t recognize any of the melodies, Jesus music he guessed. In truth, her brother-in-law was pretty good but, because he had interrupted Randy’s chance of making out with Amy, Randy decided he must be destroyed.

Randy took back his Les Paul, rested it on his knee and threw down some Page and Leslie West. Her brother-in-law nodded, impressed. So was Amy but Randy was just getting warmed up. He ran his fingers down the neck, broke into a dive bomb, and then launched into Deep Purple’s ‘Flight of the Rat’ performed by his favorite guitarist, Ritchie Blackmore. Amy’s jaw dropped.

“Oh, wow!”

Her brother-in-law went bug eyed.

“The Lord has given you a tremendous gift.”

Yeah, Randy thought. A gift that was earned after thousands of hours of practice.

“You know, you could do so much with that,” her brother-in-law said.

And there it was, preaching the Jesus message to convert him.

It ain’t gonna work pal, Randy thought. You have as much of a chance helping me find Jesus as I have the chance of finding my way into your sister-in-law’s pants.

He monopolized Randy’s time during the rest of their stay. Randy wondered if it was to keep him from hitting on Amy. Ass wipe. Soon it was time for them to go.

“Are you coming to the service tonight?” Amy asked Randy as she and her family stepped out onto the drive way.

“No, I wasn’t planning on it.”

She frowned.

“Tomorrow?”

“Church isn’t really my thing,” he said.

She frowned again.

“Yeah, I kind of figured that.”

He was surprised to feel her pain. For a moment, he found himself tempted to go to church just to make her happy. More, he found he wanted to see her again. What was up with that? Did he like torturing himself with shitty Jesus music and being teased by a girl he’d never have a chance of even getting to second base with?

“We’d really like to see you there, Randy,” her brother-in-law chimed in.

Yeah right, Randy thought. Fuck off, asshole.

Amy opened the car door to their turd-colored station wagon.

“Well, it was nice meeting you,” she said.

“Yeah, you too!”

He spent the rest of the day, and evening, trying to pretend he had never seen her. He tried focusing on his guitar. Lately, he had been tinkering around with some ideas that would define his own playing style. He was becoming more and more interested in his classical upbringing and had been trying to combine it with rock but had been stuck in a rut, for the last few months, trying to compose a ballad.

But he couldn’t get Amy out of his mind. Frustrated, he put down his guitar, slid off his pants, grabbed his already stiff cock and jacked off to the image of her between his legs while he played guitar over her bobbing head. He came in seconds.

As he lay there, his cock going limp in his hand, he realized he was still horny so he tried jacking off again but couldn’t cum…he was so irritated, he didn’t bother to clean up his mess. He finally fell asleep, having fitful dreams of blonde girls and Elvis.

******

Monday was filled giving guitar lessons. It was something Randy’s mother had gotten him into years ago. He never would have thought teaching would add so much to his understanding of the guitar. More, with nearly forty students throughout the week, giving thirty minute lessons at five dollars a pop, he had a respectable income. Over the last few years it had allowed him to buy his guitars, most of his albums and his Chevelle.

He found himself thinking about Amy throughout the day. He kept remembering her singing into his hair brush. She was so goddamned talented, cute as hell and, goddammit, he wanted to pull down those ugly polyester pants and start licking. The thought of going to church to see her again crossed his mind, several times, but he reminded himself that was just stupid.

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The “crunch, crunch, crunch” of the Reverend’s heels echoed in the dark lot. He did nothing to soften his footsteps. Jessica shivered in his arms. He held her tightly and felt her naked flesh curled tightly around him. An innocence and purity emanated from her, and though they had just left the scene of horrific ordeal, he imagined himself carrying a kitten or a new born baby.

When he reached the car, she cringed as he pushed her gently against the cold metal of the car door and reached for the handle. Her reaction was odd, he noticed, considering the torture she had just been submitted to, and there was something inexplicably different about the woman in his arms. He muttered “sorry” and moving as quickly as possible, he swung the door open, placed Jessica in the seat and covered her with his coat. Striding around the vehicle, he opened his door and twisted the key. Jessica had already slid over next to him and he felt her warmth at his side. He spun the vehicle around and when he touched the county road, draped his arm around her.

The Reverend did not speak. He listened to Jessica. She uttered no words but her body emanated little sounds, bubbling like a spring. It sounded like water held trapped deep in the earth, gurgling as it percolated from captivity deep in the ground. Her whole body seemed to be crying and tears flowed from every pore. The Reverend was confused and as he sat next to her and listened, he wondered whether he had saved or stolen her. He knew not the answer, but he was sure of one thing, she was safe now, and that she was with him.

“Where do you live?” he asked as they left the blackness of the night and entered the deserted town. She snuggled closer to the Reverend, comforted by his question and gave him directions. They passed Billy’s Place and looking into the lonely neon sign flashing in the dark window, he thought back to what seemed another lifetime ago, heard her laugher at the table and the memory of their sexy dancing and flashing him outside the men’s room rekindled a surge in his loins, like a gentle nudge, and he realized that he was still semi-erect.

It must have been returning to the safety of the deserted town, far away from the dark ordeal out there on the county road and the in back woods maintenance facility that allowed the apprehension to drop from the Reverend. A new emotion was engulfing the man. He felt the pulsing of sexual tension. He was a warrior returning from battle and next to him, cuddled around his arm was his booty. He felt the lion roar inside of him; he had captured his prey and she would be his prize. A dark smile crossed his lips and he pulled her tightly as they drove down her street and she whispered, “this driveway.”

He wheeled the vehicle next to a big garish pick-up truck parked in the driveway. Its frame was elevated above huge knobby tires and it looked freakish like an oversized geek with high water pants. The Reverend’s anonymous vehicle was dwarfed by the clownish canlı bahis şirketaleri truck; he assumed its owner was Ricky.

The Reverend drew in a breath and remembered that the night was not over. Her home offered false security. They would not be alone. Inside was Ricky. After their daring and heroic rescue, he returned home only to find that her castle had been penetrated and another man was waiting behind her folds. Fear was behind the Reverend now. It was a stream that he had crossed several times in the night. There was no river too wide. He would meet whatever obstacles he found on the other side. He had brought Jessica home and the lion was ready to rout out her lair.

They sat quietly for a moment and then he silenced his vehicle. As the sound of the motor died away, apprehension began to fill the Reverend. It was as if the lion’s purr had been silenced as well. Uncertainty crept back into the man and he struggled to hold onto the pulsing sensations in his groin. The instant of decision loomed and grew like a thundercloud in the quiet of the car. “Would she thank him for the ride home and be gone in the night?” he wondered. It was moments like these that tormented the shy man. The tension at the end of a first date was always unbearable. Too many times he had sat, stretching out each syllable of small talk into a paper thin ribbon, watching for a sign, waiting for an indication that if he snuggled a little closer, she would respond with a kiss.

Granted, tonight was a completely different sort of date, one with the expectation that the evening would start with a kiss, not end with just one, but, after all that had transpired, his ingrained sense of propriety took over and he politely waited. Besides, there was something still nagging his brain, how Jessica looked when she was on the table, how she responded to the officer’s ministrations, how, at a deep place in her soul, she had thrived on her punishment. Frankly, the Reverend began to have second thoughts about whether he had really saved her but when she slipped her hand into his, interlocked their fingers and whispered, “Come inside, lover.” His confidence was restored. The Reverend opened his door and together they slid out of the car and pattered up the sidewalk to her home.

The door was unlocked, left open as if someone or something was waiting, baiting them to enter. A TV blared and beer cans littered the table. In one corner a camera was set up on a tripod, and the Reverend looked at it in disgust, thinking back to the garage and the camera there. Ricky lay strewn on the sofa, his legs askew, his mouth gaping and he snored loudly. She breathed a sigh of relief. He was drunk and passed out.

“It is OK,” she whispered and with their hands still clenched together she led him across the room towards the stairway. She started up the stairs and he followed her closely. Each step was painful as the aches in his calves and groin was agitated by the climb, but canlı kaçak iddaa to him, each step was a penance bringing him closer her. His whole attention was focused on Jessica as she moved steadily above him, leading and guiding him as they ascended the dark stairway. The lean tone of her legs rippled and her ass giggled with each step. The redness of her flesh had faded, although in the dim light the Reverend could see the dark marks of the lash. At long last, this was truly a stairway to heaven and his heart danced. Stopping at the top of the steps, she opened her bedroom door, turned and embraced him.

It was a magical moment; a fairy tale ending after a long and difficult saga. It was this moment that he would remember most vividly when the passing of years mellowed the horror of this night; it would become a favorite page in his life’s book and when his stirring urges seemed gone forever, he would open up the book, reread this page and feel his passion and joy return, unfailingly, like spring blooming in his heart. Its effect on him would be as poignant then as it was now. He embraced Jessica and felt her nakedness, her complete vulnerability and she opened up herself to him and her love poured forth. He had ascended the ladder and knew that he had arrived. Beneath him were the ragged cliffs, he had scaled the walls, and now, at summit, she waited.

He loved the thrill of entering, the first step inside a woman’s bedroom. It was this way with all his lovers. The door never opened easy. He learned when to tap and when to pound, when to plead with droopy eyes and when to cajole with witty banter. The incantation was never the same, each door a little different; he gave solemn offerings, he told colorful stories, but mostly he waited, for he knew that time alone held the key to life’s treasures. He blinked and her door swung open. Inside were her things; the shoes, the tables, the lamp; books stacked on the bedside table and on the floor. Almost everything about a woman may be gleamed from her bedroom. It is here that she paints the picture of her life, where she goes to escape the world, where she weaves the fabric of her soul and where she surrounds herself with those things and people most precious to her. She had opened her chamber and revealed her bed. Tonight it would be his throne.

He looked around and drank in Jessica’s ambiance. She lit a candle on the bedside table. The light illuminated the room. She motioned to him and curled her hand towards him and the bed. She quickly slipped under the sheets; there was no need to undress, except for her stockings, she was naked and her bundle of clothes had been dropped on the floor. He looked around and began to remove his clothes as well. There would be no sensual strip-tease tonight, no impassioned tearing or seductive revealing. He undressed like he was preparing for a shower and glanced up at her as she intently watched. There was softness in her eyes. No trace of the long night canlı kaçak bahis could be seen. She watched; without expectation, without embarrassment, without voyeuristic pleasure and waited. It did not matter to her if his penis was two or twelve inches, if his abs were chiseled or jellied, if he had hair or was bald; not that these things were unimportant, later they would rear their head, but tonight, they had vanished, and seemed almost silly, inconsequential, and superficial.

Something had happened to her between the back hall of the restroom and when the door had slammed shut in the maintenance garage. She needed this man in her bed, now. He had started a fire in her that only he could control now. The Reverend slipped under the covers and she wrapped herself around him. The litheness of her movement surprised him. They were intertwined in an instant and she moved with the speed of a spider. Now was her turn. It was his wounds that she was intent on mollifying. He had been hurt out on the highway and she ignored the fact that she had been used and tormented. She reached to her bedside table and took out a bottle of baby oil and began to massage and salve him.

The Reverend lay still and allowed her hands full access to his body. Only then did he realize that he was shaking. The softness of her skin and the coolness of the oil relaxed him. On his shins, still too painful to touch, large purple bruises had formed. The pain in his back and groin, forgotten since he rose from the gravel, now throbbed deep inside. She stroked and massaged him, like a mother cat caring for her kitten. Her fingers traced long wet licks across his flesh and he purred.

Something did not feel quite right, pondered the Reverend. He could not place his finger on it; the feel of her touch had momentarily turned off his brain. Gently, her ministrations moved towards his crotch. She lightly spread the oil on his thighs, and careful not to apply to much pressure, she lifted his scrotum and massaged around his balls and the tender place between his sack and his anus. His penis was semi-erect and even though the flow of blood to this sensitive area made his testicles throb, he enjoyed the sensations. She took his penis in her hand and began stroking and massaging it as well.

It was the strangest of hand jobs. He could feel from her touch and the look in her eyes that she was fondling him like a doctor, not a lover. She coated his penis completely and ran her finger under the lip that formed at the top of his head and over the top across the thin slit at its peak. She rubbed his stomach, just above his shaft in circles that grew wider and wider until she reached his chest and delicately circled his nipples. The sensations were very erotic and he squeezed his penis, pushing it upwards, flaring its head.

The night’s trauma disappeared and he felt his passion rise. It was then that he realized what was wrong. He had suffered several blows from the officer’s billy club during the night; his shins had been battered, his back and groin ached of internal injuries and his lip had been cut and was bleeding. This was nothing compared to what had happened to Jessica. “What was he doing laying here?” he wondered in shock.

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For the first time when I wanted to appoint a personal secretary I put an advt and called unmarried smart and experienced girls, many girls turned up and I started interviewing the girls asking them all about work and the girls I like I also enquire if they have a boyfriend, if they can stay late, and then after clearing the other girls I have selected some six girls whom I again interview, this time I ask more personal questions like if they have had any sexual experience and finally if they will agree to show me their body, out of the six four agree and of these two are virgins.

My real interview begins now the first one whose name is Sharon is quite experienced and though she has a regular boyfriend who fucks her quite often she also gets screwed by other guys whenever she finds a nice guy and she was screwing her previous boss, I now ask her to show me her boobs and her cunt, she comes near me asks me undress her myself, I first open her shirt and then her bra, her breasts are quite big and sagging a bit I squeeze them and then I lift her skirt she is wearing a small lace panty which I pull down and see her pussy I start feeling it and then I put my fingers in it, its really dripping and also quite big which is clear sign that it has been screwed quite often.

I call the second girl who was a virgin, I asked her about her sexual experiences and she said that she had not screwed but had sucked her cousins cock and even had her cunt fingered and also masturbated regularly but had not screwed as she did not get the right guy and also an opportunity, she went on to say that she liked and was about to say something but stopped , I think she was going to say that she would love to get fucked by me. I then asked her to undress, she quite readily removed her shirt and her bra and showed me her boobs -which were not very big but firm exactly the type I liked, she then was about to pull down her jeans but asked me if I could show her my cock , I agreed and she pulled down my trousers and removed my tool and held it then removed her jeans and then her panty, her cunt looked nice I felt it and put my fingers in it , it was really hot and juicy but quite tight as she was a virgin, I then asked her to masturbate in front of me, she said she could if I could tell her some sexy story.

I then started to tell her how I would screw her in the open air on a beach, illegal bahis as I started she sat on the table in front of me and brought both her hands in front of her cunt and started fingering it, it got me really excited and I also put my fingers in her cunt to help her and continued the story of how I would strip her on the beach and make her suck me and how I would spread her legs and lick her cunt, where other passerbys could see her getting screwed, as I told her how I would put my cock in her cunt she screamed and came, she saw that I was excited and asked me to fuck her but I said some other time and asked her to suck me instead, she got down to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and though she was not experienced she was very good.

I started fondling her breasts and she sucked even faster and made me ejaculate violently, she willingly sucked all my juices and said that she always wanted to do this as she had seen it in a blue film at one of her girlfriends place. I now called the third girl who was not a virgin but had been fucked only twice recently by her cousin, I asked her the details and she said that she had been to her cousins place to sleep as her parents were away and as there was no other room she had to sleep in the same room, as she was used to sleeping only in her bra and panty she removed her clothes and got into bed , her cousin said that he normally slept in the nude and if she minded , she got a little excited and said no , so he stripped and she saw him nude and then as they were not feeling sleepy she asked him for some book so he gave her some horny book with explicit photos which made her horny and she started masturbating then she asked him about his girlfriends and he started telling her of how he called his girlfriends to his room and stripped them and fucked them and at one time by chance two of his girlfriends had landed at the same time and he had screwed them together.

As he was talking all this he got excited and came near her and seeing her hands in her cunt he got even more and horny and wanted to fuck her , she resisted but he would not listen and started to first suck her cunt and then in spite of her half hearted resistance he entered her cunt, initially it hurt her a little but once his cock was inside her cunt she just could not stop screaming and had came and was much better than her masturbating illegal bahis siteleri , after this fuck she was always eager to fuck and next fuck was with a neighbour who was married but when she knew that his wife was away in the evening she went to his house in a sexy dress with out any bra, seeing her he got excited and started a blue film and they screwed right in front of the TV on the floor . while she was telling me all this I had stripped her and even fingered her cunt which was full of juices and by the time she had finished her story I had made her come and even sucked her juice and her boobs. The last girl was again a virgin but was really sexy, I started asking her why she remained a virgin and she said she had just passed out of a girls college and all girls were very horny but as they could not get any guy they remained horny virgins, they all saw blue films porno magazines and also played with each other, I then asked if she would undress herself.

She requested me to remove her clothes as she wanted to strip me and see my cock, I agreed and removed her shirt and then her Bra , her boobs sprang out and I could not resist holding and sucking them , then I pulled down her jeans and her panty and made her lie on my table as I wanted to see and admire her body , by this time she had completely undressed me . I had laid her on the table and started with squeezing her sucking her boobs and then licking her stomach I came down to her cunt, in the meantime she was holding my cock and excited as she was seeing and touching a real cock for the first time and I taught her how to play with it. I now spread her legs and opened her cunt wide and started licking it and sucking her juice which was flowing she said that though she had been licked by girls many times but this was just superb and she said that she wanted to lick my cock, I got up and lied down on the table and made her to start licking my cock she knew little as she had seen in the films and her eagerness to suck made it very exciting, she licked for some time and as I was about to come I stopped her.

I then asked her if she wanted me to finger her cunt of suck it and make her come but she pleaded me that she wanted to get fucked and preferably in a proper bed as it would be her first fuck, so I called the other girls and said that I would appoint two of the four girls and I would canlı bahis siteleri decide after a few days and let them know, I presented each of them with a blue film and some sexy books and sent them home. Now I took this girl to a hotel where I had taken other girls, the receptionist gave me a knowing smile as she knew what I was up to, and after the girl was away she asked me when she could come to my room for a fuck, I had always wanted to fuck this girl so I told her that after I screw this girl I would call her. I took my new secretary to the room and told her that now as she was my secretary she would have to obey my orders and she said would eagerly obey, I sat on the bed and asked to stand in front and start stripping she removed her shirt then her bra and then slid her jeans down and very slowly and sexily brought down her panties.

I then told her to first rub and squeeze her breasts as she was doing this and enjoying it I asked her bring down her hands to her cunt and finger it this excited her and she immediately started to finger it and it was obvious that she was used to this but she said that this was more exciting because she was doing it in front of me, by this time I was really excited and went near her and asked her to remove my clothes, she stripped me immediately and without my telling started to suck my cock, and after a few minutes I forcefully removed her head from my cock and took her to the bed and started sucking her, suddenly the door of our room opened and the receptionist was standing there and apologetically said that she was so excited that she could not resist and requested that if we did not mind she would sit and watch us fuck.

I asked my sec she said she did not mind and in fact it would make it more exciting so I got down to lick her cunt and then as I noticed that she was really excited I spread her legs and entered her cunt, she was so excited that she shouted with pain and pleasure, as we were fucking the receptionist had lifted her skirt and was fingering her cunt openly, we fucked for some time and both came together I then removed my cock full of her juices and lay on the bed, at this the receptionist came and asked my sec if she could suck my cock as she always liked to suck cocks full of juices, my sec nodded and this girl got down to suck and suddenly as this girl was sucking my cock my sec got behind her and started to lick her cunt, seeing this I was excited and my cock was hard again now my sec took charge, made this girl lie on the bed opened her legs and took hold of my cock and pushed it into her cunt and made me fuck her . Comments are welcome.

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My name is Easton. No, I don’t know what my parents had in mind when they named me and I never bothered to ask them. But my name isn’t really part of this story. Well, not that name anyway.

What is part of the story, the very first part, ostensibly the most important part, is the fact I travel quite a bit for my job. And to make the most of that I fly with the same airline and stay at hotels that are part of the same chain; in this case Inns by Cheslea. But that’s not interesting. What is interesting was a chance discovery I made one night and the world it opened to me.

My flight out of Phoenix was delayed by several hours. Of course this meant I got to my destination for that evening much later than planned. I ate dinner on the drive from the airport to the hotel, and after checking in I headed down to the lounge to have a drink and unwind before going to bed. The bar was set to close at eleven, so my arrival at five ’til was fortunate.

Happy to have my gin and tonic, I turned from the bar and took a seat in a comfortable chair at a low round table opposite another chair. I absently watched a ball game on one of the large monitors as the bartender cleared the bar and turned down the lights. At ten minutes after eleven a woman sat down in the chair across the table from me. Surprised, I looked around and noticed two other women had entered the area and were seating themselves. One, like my new table mate, had joined another person. But the other was seated alone in a booth. All of this took seconds and I returned my attention to the woman nearest me. She was attractive, dressed nicely but not expensively, and her blouse was unbuttoned more than halfway to her waist. The blouse was white, and though not really sheer it was immediately obvious to me she was not wearing a bra.

“Good evening,” I said, “but it seems you’ve arrived a bit late for the bar.”

She smiled back at me. “Oh, that’s ok, I didn’t come down here looking for a drink anyway.” She leaned in, and as she did her breasts swung toward me, threatening to escape their loose confinement.

I was intrigued but had no idea where she was going with this. Instantly part of my brain ran a scenario where she was in my room and that blouse was no longer in the way. I shook it off. “Well, if you’re not here for a drink, is there anything I can do for you?” I looked around and gestured toward the other late arrivals. “Or for your friends?”

Her expression was quizzical and she sat slightly back, “I’m not with them.” One eyebrow rose as she considered me, “You aren’t part of the club, are you?”

I of course had no idea what she was talking about, but I didn’t let that bother me. I smiled at her, “Are there dues or an entry form I need to fill out?”

She turned in her place and tilted her head slightly. It was a good thirty seconds before her smile returned, and perhaps with a hint of mischief. She seemed to reach a decision then, leaning forward once more and motioning me to do the same. “No, there isn’t anything like that. It isn’t that kind of club,” she said quietly.

I finished my drink and sat it back on the table, waiting for her to make the next move as I felt certain there was a next move. Turning over her phone she withdrew a business card from a holder on the back and placed it on the table before she leaned back and slowly wetted her lips with her tongue. Retrieving the card, I read the front:

Alison

Player, The Inn Club

Also listed was a phone number. Turning the card over I stole a glance at its owner. She crossed her legs and nodded. If the front of the card was cryptic, the back of the card was both specific -and- cryptic. It read:

Solo, het, Oral, DF

My mouth was quite suddenly dry. I understood the list, or at least close enough I figured, but I had no idea what to do with this information. Looking up she waggled her phone at me. “Since I assume you don’t have a card, text me.”

Mind racing, I picked up my phone from the table and unlocked it. I entered her number.

Me: ‘um, what’s next?’

Alison: ‘send me your info’

Me: ‘?’

Alison: ‘those are some starting details, pass me yours’

I blinked at the bluntness on the screen. My mouth was still dry. My phone chimed again.

Alison: ‘Your turn.’

I used the first name that popped in my head and swallowed heavily. ‘Alex,solo, het, oral, DF’

She looked up at me canlı bahis then back to her phone. ‘421, 15 minutes.’ Then she stood and left without another word.

After watching her depart I noticed the rest of the bar was empty. In disbelief I stood and made my way hurriedly to my room. I took a quick shower, put on clean clothes, slid my room key into a pocket, and headed for room 421.

Punctually at eleven thirty five I knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal Alison in a white robe. The robe was not tied and it hung open to reveal a lovely pair of rather large breasts, a smooth mound and nice legs. Nude save for the robe, she was grinning at me as I finished looking her over.

As I took a step into the room I said, “Bold assumption that you’re inviting me in.” I heard the door close and the security bolt latch and noted with pleasure there was no one else in the room. Like my room there was a king size bed and a couch.

I felt her hands touch my back and then slide around to my waist. I could feel her breath on my neck and she said softly, “You are overdressed.” She walked around me and went toward the couch, dropping the robe to reveal her callipygian back side. By the time she turned and sat on the couch my shoes were off and my shirt was over my head. As she spread her legs wide and leaned back I stripped off my slacks, underwear and socks. My cock was nearly at full attention and I hadn’t touched her.

As one hand stroked her pussy she looked me over. I walked to her and she took hold of my dick and gave it a squeeze. “A hard cock is what I was looking for tonight, glad you can provide.” She let go of me and smiled, “Now start licking and I’ll explain a couple things.”

I knelt in front of her and leaned in. Figuring a long tease was not what she had in mind at this point I slid my hands under her ass and put a lip lock on her pussy. A sharp intake of breath was her instant reply, then “Ooh, fuck yes. Lick me Alex and I’ll do whatever you want.”

I figured I would work my hardest to get her off quickly and distract her from talking if I could. Looking up I watched as she tweaked her nipples and laid her head back, eyes closed.

As she breathed ever more heavily and occasionally grunted in a most feminine way, she was able to intermittently speak in short sentences. But first, she gave some direction. “Alex, nnngh, that’s lovely. Slide two fingers in and hit my, oh yes, that’s it. That will do it.”

“Usually the first thing you do in the room,” she said with a pant, “is talk details. We’re not dating so we don’t need to, mmmm, spend time, mmmm, getting to know each other.”

She suddenly grabbed my hair and ground her pussy into my face. Understanding she was on the cusp of a climax, I made sure to continue exactly what I was doing. Sure enough a moment later she clenched my fingers rhythmically as her breath caught. I continued to lick and finger her until it was clear she had come back down. I kissed my way down her inner thigh to her knee then looked up at her, her face quite flush.

I stroked my cock and asked, “What kind of details do we exchange?”

“I’ll go first and you’ll get the idea.” She motioned for me to stand and she started stroking me. “I love to be eaten, and be sure to rub my g-spot. Two fingers are usually best. My favorite position is whatever will get you to fuck me the hardest. Come wherever you like, but not in my hair if you can avoid it. I’m usually up for a few rounds if you are, but you need to leave by two so I can sleep.”

She leaned forward and took me in her mouth. I breathed in sharply then started. “I typically have a short fuse, so unless you want a mouthful you should slow down. I can, however, get hard again after only ten or fifteen minutes and can do that for a while, or at least until two. I’d love to come on your face, tits or inside you.”

Her mouth popped off my cock, though she continued to stroke me. “Anything else I should know?”

I was surprisingly close already, “It’s been a really long time since I got a blowjob.”

She gave me a brilliant smile, “Drought’s over, Alex.” She slid her hand to my balls as she took me deep in her mouth and worked some kind of black magic with her tongue. Consciously trying to avoid moving my hips, I reached down and grabbed her tits as she brought me ever closer. Her left hand grabbed my right and moved it firmly from her breast to her hair.

Guessing bahis siteleri what she wanted I grabbed a fistful of her hair. I was groaning like crazy, saying things like “I’m gonna come in your mouth Alison!” Suddenly I had the feeling I was about to climax. I squeezed her breast hard and held her hair tighter as I grunted “Oh fuck yes!” When she made some kind of whimper around my cock I was ready. Holding tight to the hair at the back of her head I moved my hips back and forth just a little, trying not really fuck her face but unable to not move my hips. My cock swelled, I went over, and then pulse after pulse flooded her mouth.

Not missing a beat Alison gamely swallowed every drop and continued to rub me with her tongue until I slowly pulled away a minute or so later. She smiled at me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Well done Alex. I’m very pleased with my selection tonight.” She stood and took my hand. “Fifteen minutes you said?”

“At most. Probably less tonight.”

She reclined on the bed and motioned for me to join her. “Oh?” She said.

“You are stunning, you suck cock, and this situation is nuts.”

She rested her head on my chest and started stroking me again. I reached down for a handful of breast. “Can you give me the backstory?”

“I stumbled on the club about two years ago. People mostly middle aged and older, but sometimes younger. I arrived one night just after the bar had closed. I looked around and noticed not everyone had a drink. I picked out a nice looking man and asked why he was still there. He asked me to sit next to him and we watched several couples get up and leave. I still didn’t understand what was going on, so he gave me a very brief introduction. This hotel chain is home to the Inn Club, he told me. People looking for sex in a most clear manner. Both men and women have cards, though it is most often the women that make the approach. That’s not a rule, but strange men handing women cards of an overtly sexual nature takes a bit of bravery and it doesn’t always end well. Still, unless men make the approach once in a while, how would any new women join the Club? I have seen men make sure there was at least a female Club member nearby just in case, so they could help explain if things got weird.”

This was a lot to take in. I shook my head, “Back to that first night, did you go with him?”

“No, not that night. The next night, however, he was there again. I sat with him and he passed me his card. That night I went with him.”

“Wow, lucky me to be in the right place at the right time.”

“Yes, about that. People don’t often ask for your story and you don’t have to tell. But why were you so ready to come with me? I see that ring on your finger. “

I grabbed her left hand from my now thickening cock. “And I see yours.”

“And?”

“The blowjob factoid wasn’t a clue?” Seeing she was not amused by my sarcasm, I continued quickly. “I hardly ever have sex, but that isn’t really the answer. “

“Oh no?”

“Nope. A beautiful woman asked me for anonymous sex, and that might have been enough. But your confidence, boldness and desire were even more attractive.”

“That’s good to hear, because most people in the club are average.” She shrugged, “I don’t mean to be harsh, but that is why they call it average. But nothing gets me hotter than an average looker with a strong passion.”

A thought occurred to me. “Ali, do you only have one card?”

“My fantasy name is Alison, and no, I don’t have just one card. “

“May I ask what is on another one?”

“Sure, but you won’t know what’s on them unless I give you one.” She gave my now fully hard cock a squeeze, “Feels like someone is ready.”

“Yep, and that’s why you’re going to ride me. “

“Oh, I am?”

“Two hands full of big tits is guaranteed to make me fuck you very hard.”

“Mmm, that sounds perfect. Oh, just because I mention disease free, don’t assume anything about condoms.” Grinning, she rolled on top of me and guided me to her opening, “But I’m good with skin if you are.”

I nodded dumbly and then she asked, “Am I your first, outside your marriage that is?”

I could feel her wetness and I pulled her tits down as I thrust fully into her in one hard and quick motion. Her pussy felt divinely warm and slick. “Damn you feel good,” I sighed, moving slowly within her. “And yes you are, though I’m sure bahis şirketleri you won’t be the last.”

She rose up to sit astride me, slowly moving her hips as I squeezed her tits. “Nice to hear it, you’re going to be a great member.” She kept this up for a couple minutes before glaring at me, “Now, what about that fucking?”

“Soon enough, I’m enjoying just being inside you.”

She watched me with a casual grin then placed her hands over mine and gave them a squeeze. “Okay Alex. I’ll let you go slow until I want to come, then it’s on.”

“Mmmm, deal,” I said, and sat up to suck on her nipples. She was grinding on me, sliding her pussy back and forth rather than a faster and more energetic ‘twerk.’ I was loving it, but after a few more minutes of massaging her big tits I was ready.

I moved my hands to her hips. “Alison, put your hands on the bed and drop a nipple in my mouth.” Smiling back at me, she did as I asked and I immediately started to thrust with my hips at a frantic pace. The suddenness of my movement took her by surprise and I was rewarded with a slight ‘oomph.’

“Oh shit, that’s perfect. Alex just do that for a little longer, please.”

While continuing to thrust like a madman, I tried to take even more of her breast into my mouth as I alternated between flicking her nipple with my tongue and doing my best attempt to nurse.

“Alex, I’m close, come inside me!”

I let her breast go free of my mouth and laid my head down as I raced to the finish. She was looking down at me when her eyes seemed to lose focus and I felt her pussy clench me tight. “I’m gonna come in your pussy Alison!” I grunted, and then did. I reveled in the at once slow build up and yet immediate swelling, tightening and pulsing contraction as I shot into her. I held on to her hips and kept thrusting until well after I was done, shooting deep inside her and doing my all to fill her pussy. When at last I was done and slowing, I settled her hips firmly on mine. She leaned down and kissed me before adjusting her position and laying her head on my shoulder.

“Pfft,” as she blew hair out of her face. “Alex, that was great. I mean, yeah.”

I was more mentally exhausted than physically, but I knew another round was not going to be in the cards. “Alison, that was amazing, and thank you again for approaching me. This was an incredible experience.”

“Is there a ‘but’ in there?”

“Nope, just that after this insane day and night, I’m pooped and really need to sleep.”

She pushed up to look at me. “I thought you said all night, and I said until two.”

I shrugged. “I can live with myself knowing we both came twice.”

“Twice?” she said, “I had four. Two each time.”

“I’m happy to stay here for a while, but I really need sleep.”

“No worries Alex, this is supposed to be a hookup, with commensurate expectations.” She rolled off me and propped herself up on a pillow and an elbow. I rose, stretched and found my underwear. “Alex, I rarely say this to a club member, but I’d like it if you would let me know when you’re traveling. Maybe we’ll bump into each other again.”

I pulled on my slacks and reached for my socks. I gave her a lecherous grin, “Bumping together was awesome. But is deliberately looking for someone against the rules?”

“Well, certainly part of this is not looking for emotional connections without mutual cause. And you definitely don’t want to stalk people. We try to leave clues on the review websites to advertise when someone is just wrong. The comments rarely stay up for long, but if you know what to look for you can find them.”

I was buttoning my shirt at this point and she continued, “Alex, you had a chance for simple anonymous sex with no strings and yet you were still a considerate, attentive and great lover. And there are times when I might want someone around who is more of a known quantity.”

I sat on the bed and reached out for one of her full hanging breasts. “I’d be happy to have a chance to meet up with you again Alison. As a known quantity or otherwise. By the way, can you tell me why?”

She smirked, “When I use those other cards sometimes I’m a bit more, ah, adventurous. But that’s always a risk when you don’t know the other person.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I know enough.” She pulled me down by the shirt and kissed me firmly. A good thirty seconds later she released my shirt and I stood. “Fine Alex, fuck me and leave me,” she said with a smile as she rose from the bed.

“Au revoir,” I said as I put my hand on the door handle. She waved over her shoulder and disappeared into the bathroom as I left the room.

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She was running. They were chasing after her and if she stumbles now they would have her!

She could feel her breath straining and her throat was raw with exertion. It felt like she has been running for hours, but her reason told her it could not have been more than a few blocks. Her ankle was throbbing where she hit it on the windowsill making her hasty exit. But how did they find her?

She kept glancing back over her shoulder, making sure that they did not gain ground. She was desperate and determined not to be caught.

But, in her obsession with keeping an eye on her pursuers, she forgot to keep an eye on where she was going…

Strong hands gripped her, pulling her up. She could not believe that she was so clumsy. Now they had her. She struggled to get free, and to her surprise the hands slackened their grip. She stared up, gazing into bottomless pools of blue. They reflected concern, as opposed to the hatred she expected. She stared up into them, pleading for help. If he could not save her she would surely be doomed and they would get to her.

He pulled her towards his car. She did not need a second invitation and seized the opportunity for escape. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” she thought, ducking into the back of the car, hoping they did not see where she went. The car pulled away and out of sheer exhaustion she fell asleep crouched illegal bahis down behind the seats.

She awoke feeling cold, stiff and sore all over. It took a moment to orientate herself as to where she was. Yes, running, falling, getting into the car. She sat up, looking at the man behind the wheel.

” Thank you for saving me”, she said, gazing into his eyes reflected in the rear-view mirror. He smiled, nodded and drove on. She sensed his questions, but had no intention to provide him with the answers he was surely entitled to. He must not find out, else she will be lost again. She had to clutch onto safety wherever she could find it. She could not allow them to find her.

Eventually, as the sun rose, they pulled into a driveway in a neat and tidy suburb. He opened the door for her and led her inside.

She awoke. It was dark and she was in an unfamiliar room. The clothes were definitely not hers either. But that didn’t matter. She could smell him. There were no trace of her pursuers in the air, but his scent overwhelmed her senses. She got out of bed and walked out the room seeking the source of the smell. The room next to hers were empty and smelled of fabric softener. She barely paused, but moved rapidly to the next room. This room turned out to be the bathroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror, washed her face and fixed her hair and moved on.

Aaah, illegal bahis siteleri there he was. He was lying on the bed paging through a magazine. On hearing her approach he looked up, smiling. This was her cue to pounce. She could not stop herself. She felt the lust rising in her body and she started to tear her clothes off. He looked bewildered. She, however, did not allow him the opportunity to resist. As soon as she was butt naked she started removing his clothes. Her eyes were hungry with desire and he felt as if she was devouring him with them. His body could not resist her. As soon as she uncovered his penis, it sprang to life, purple and pulsating and awaiting the promised pleasure.

She immediately took advantage of it. Crawling slowly from the foot of the bed, she prowled towards his vulnerable manhood. Her red-hot tongue started to caress his scrotum, the long strides stretching from his anus to the base of his penis. He could barely suppress his pleas of pleasure. She methodically made her way up onto his body, her road traced by the hot, wet caresses. When she reached the tip of his penis, she started to suck and nibble on it. His senses were on edge. Her gentle nibbles were interrupted by the forceful sucks and her obvious mastery of deep throat. He groaned. She could taste the sweet stickiness of his pre-cum. No use wasting canlı bahis siteleri him now.

She slid up his body: Her bare breasts dangling over his naked chest and her hot, juicy vagina slipping over his leg. He became impatient, but she pinned him down, keeping him helpless in his desire for fulfilment. Eventually, after what felt as an eternity the wet crevice reached his tortured penis and he felt it sliding over its entire length. Suddenly the resistance gave way and he felt himself slipping into her. She was a master at lubrication and he entered her tight vagina effortlessly, her labia opening to invite him in. His hips started their automatic rhythmic movement. He wanted this more than he ever wanted anything. But she had other ideas.

She pinned him immobile under her, her body bouncing on top of him. She pushed his penis backward – just enough to maximise her own pleasure, but also far enough back to prevent him from coming. The pressure in his ball turned into a searing pain. He had to overcome her and take what she has denied him so far. He mustered all his strength and threw her over.

He started to ride her: his forceful pounding driving his tortured penis deeper and deeper into her. He could feel her body tighten with pleasure. This spurned him on to great finale. His world stopped. He could feel the hot, thick semen pumping through his penis, exploding into her in. He collapsed onto her, drained of all his energy.

She rolled over, and with a smile on her face thought “I could hide here for a while. He seems adequate and it would take some time before they tracked me here.”

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I’ve been thinking about last night’s conversation ALL DAY LONG! Damn! I’ll tell you right now that I can’t even wait to see you! To feel you! I know I’ve said it over and over and over again. It’s just that everything you said to me got me so HOT! The soft, breathy words, sounds and moans…I’m WET just thinking about you. I was totally giddy after I got off the phone with you. Tell me again exactly how you’re going to eat my HOT, WET pussy. Tease me. Make me squirm with anticipation. I’ll be SO WET, like I am right now. Wanting YOU!

The thought of your hard cock, slipping DEEP into my wet pussy makes me so HOT. I’ve been thinking about how I’m going to take care of YOU.

I’m going to have you stand in front of me, fully clothed. We kiss, passionately. It’s not easy to stop kissing you but I want to suck your cock. I HAVE TO HAVE IT! I kiss your neck and suck on it a little. Not enough to leave a mark, just enough to let you know what you’re in for. I kiss your soft lips again while I unbutton the top few buttons of your shirt. A illegal bahis few more buttons now, I kiss and lick your neck again. Now I’m kissing your chest and sucking on your nipples. You moan. I think you like it. I kiss lower now. I undo the last few buttons of your shirt and kiss your stomach. Lick your belly button. I’m licking the edge of the waistband of your shorts. You’re still standing up so I slowly slip my hand up the back of your leg, up your shorts and grab your bare ass. It’s time to get busy. I SO want your cock in my mouth. Mmmmmm… I unbutton, unzip and let your shorts fall slowly to the floor. I want you to completely enjoy this so I let you lie down on the bed with a big pillow under your head so you can comfortably watch while…

I hold your cock gently in my hands. I lick your head so it shines with slippery wetness. I tease you a bit by lightly licking here and kissing there, sucking here and tasting there. You are SO hard now. I grip the base of your cock with one hand, and cup your smooth sack with the other while illegal bahis siteleri I take your cock in my HOT mouth. Just a little at first. You moan with pleasure. I slurp on you getting your cock totally wet. I grip a little harder now. You LOVE it. Now I’m ready to take you down my throat. Mmmmm… slowly I bob on your cock, a little at a time until I’ve worked you all the way down my throat… all the while slowly moving my tongue along the under side.

I continue SLOWLY bobbing up and down, stopping momentarily to give your head a good suck! I am so WET now, so ready to sit on your throbbing cock, but I love the way that YOU love what I’m doing to you. I’m almost in a frenzy now, sucking, slurping, licking, kissing you. You don’t want to cum yet so you stop me. You pull me to you and hold my face in your hands. You kiss me with such passion I think I’m going to cum right now. You stop kissing me and undress me. Kissing every newly exposed area of my body. I’m already quivering with desire. You concentrate on my nipples, licking, canlı bahis siteleri sucking gently biting one then the other. It’s almost too much to handle. You kiss and lick your way down my stomach to my simple white panties. You tell me how sexy I am as I feel your HOT breath on my pussy through the thin material of my panties. I try to spread my legs but you won’t let me. You want to tease me some more. I can’t stand it. I grab you by the hair and pull your face to my pussy.

I ask, “Please?” You smile and take a quick lick on the outside of my panties before you tear them off. Your mouth waters as you come closer to me. My legs are spread wide, waiting for you to taste me. You ask me if I want you. I laugh and tell you to “GET BUSY!” My pussy is so wet it glistens. The first touch of your fat, wet tongue takes my breath away. I literally have to concentrate on my breathing to make sure that I am in fact breathing. Your mouth feels so incredible. I’m going to cum right now!! I have an insane orgasm almost immediately. You just keep on licking. You tell me how tasty I am and I tell you, “Well, come up here and let me see for myself!” You kiss me and I can taste myself on your tongue. You are right! I do taste good…

…To Be Continued if you’re interested in the Main Course

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The one way ticket to Los Angeles lay on the coffee table in the living room of Rita’s apartment. Once Rick was gone, there was no turning back. Rita stared at the boarding pass knowing that after tonight she would be on her own. The leggy brunette with long dark chestnut hair and blue eyes sat on the sofa and poured a glass of wine from the bottle sitting next to the ticket. Taking a deep drink from the red liquid she had to remind herself that Rick was serious about making a new start and he was proving it. He had been her best friend since childhood and always there for her when she needed him. Now it was his turn to do something for himself. She couldn’t stop him nor did she want to. It wasn’t her style to keep someone from pursuing their dreams.

Rick was a tallish man with a medium build and toned tanned body. He had close cut blond hair, grey green eyes and a smile that could melt the heart of the coldest of women. Rita always had a crush on him, but it seemed to him she was just a good friend and nothing more. She took another sip of the wine before placing the glass on the coffee table. There had to be something she could do before he left so he would remember her. There just had to be.

Rick had closed up his house earlier and asked to use the shower before heading to the airport. Rita didn’t mind. At least she got to see him before he left and that was when the idea came to her. While he was in the shower, she went into her bedroom and undressed and waited until she heard the water stop and prepared herself. When Rick came out of the bathroom he was toweling canlı bahis şirketleri himself dry and Rita caught him off guard. For several moments they just stared at each other as if they had never seen each other before. Rita gazed at his body with the water droplets streaking down his chest. It was all she could do to speak.

“I’m here to give you your going away present,” she said lowly with her eyes focused on his.

“And what would that be?” Rick asked tossing the towel to the side so that she could see his erection growing harder with every breath he took.

Rita patted the bed beside her with her hand.

“Come lay down and let me show you,” she cooed in such a sultry tone that Rick did what she asked without hesitation.

As he lay on his back, his hand brushed against her breast causing her nipple to jump at his touch.

“It seems you will be enjoying my farewell gift as much as I will,” he chuckled softly.

Rita didn’t answer but slid between his legs lowering herself far enough so that her lips were at the base of his shaft. Gently she cupped his balls and ran her tongue over one then to the other. His shaft jumped and tightened.

Rick took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” he asked hoarsely.

“Shhhhh,” Rita said as her hand slipped around his shaft.

Rick bit his lower lips as Rita began to stroke him slowly up and down, up and down. Then with her tongue she licked his shaft from the base to the tip where she flicked the head of it with her tongue with short quick canlı kaçak iddaa strokes tasting the saltiness of his precum as she did. Her tongue circled the head of his shaft like she was licking and ice cream cone. Rick gripped the bed sheets.

“I don’t know how long…” his voice trailed as Rita’s tongue slid back down his shaft.

Rita then raised herself enough to slide her breasts around Rick’s shaft and slid them up and down on while Rick watched the head of his shaft slip into view then disappear as Rita buried it between her succulent mounds. She slid back down and when the head of his shaft appeared again she lowered herself so that her mouth covered the head of it. All Rick could see were two full pink lips taking his shaft into her mouth then rising again only to go deeper down her throat. Rick moaned as she sucked him, her hand fondling his balls as she did so. Rita loved the taste of his shaft, the way the ridges of it rubbed against her tongue, the way he pushed with his hips to push it further down her throat. The softness of the inside of her cheek a warm and wet cave for him to explore. She placed her hand around his shaft and stroked as she guided it into her mouth, faster first with short strokes then long deeper strokes. Rick’s thigh’s tightened.

“Don’t stop,” he begged.

Rita smiled up at him releasing his shaft from her mouth, “Oh but I must to give you everything. You want all of your present don’t you?”

Rick sweating licked his lips.

Rita raised up on her hands and knees and dragger her full breasts, her nipples taut, canlı kaçak bahis and ran them along his hips to his waist and over his chest. She straddled him and allowed her breasts to hang over his mouth and slid side to side so that both nipples brushed against his lips. Rick cupped each in a hand and squeezed them then brought one to his mouth and sucked deeply on it and then released it to suck on the other.

“Now what?” he said between gritted teeth.

Rita sat up and guided his shaft to the swollen warmth of her pussy and slid down on it, rose up and slid down on it again. She could feel her own desire beginning to rise, but held back. This was his present just for him. She slid on him like silk and gripped his shaft soaking it with her juices.

“You’re going to make me cum,” Rick growled.

Rita acted as if she didn’t hear him and climbed off him only to slide between his legs once again. This time she stroked him, firm slippery wet strokes before sliding his shaft back into her mouth and she began suck.

Rick leaned back, his back arching, his legs quivering as she sucked him harder, drawing his cum from the base of his shaft to the tip of its pulsating head. Rick could not hold back and shot his hot cream into her mouth. She drank him in swallowing and swallowing after each eruption. It was hot, thick and salty as it slid down her throat. His mind went blank as he convulsed in her mouth until he could no longer give her anymore and collapsed on the bed. Rita slid his shaft out of her mouth and kissed the head of it before rubbing it over her lips to catch the last few drops of his cum.

“You better hurry or you’ll miss your plane,” Rita cooed rubbing his shaft against her cheek.

Rick opened his eyes and chuckled.

“I’ll catch the next flight out and trust me I’ll be coming back.”

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I headed off the fencing piste after winning my last bout 5-0. I had won all three varsity matches that day.

“Very good,” says my coach, and walks away. Since he was a many of few words – and these were often bad – this was effusive praise from our Russian coach.

“Thanks, Coach.” I didn’t want to overreact, after all. In fact, I was really excited. The pressure of preparing and competing was gone, and the unbelievable day was nearly finished. I was a junior, a good fencer and athlete, but the university had a perennially strong team, and there were many other talented guys on my squad who were ahead of me. I spent 3 hours a day practicing with the team, and perhaps another 7 hours during the week weightlifting or running. My body had really responded – my coaches complained about my muscles, being somewhat old school. This might have been one of the reasons they didn’t give me much help. I seldom traveled with team to away meets, and had too few chances to fence varsity. The success that day had me really confident and cocky. I felt at 20 like anything was possible.

After showering at the team’s cramped recreation center locker room, I headed back to my dorm room to get ready to head out. It was Saturday night, and a friend of mine promised that he knew of a party off-campus. After the meet, I was ready to drink and try to find a hook up. I pulled one some white jeans, boots, and a tight polo shirt. I was starting to get horny, and had to stuff my half hard cock into my pants, creating a big bulge. I was not dating anyone, just trying to date a girl I had known for almost two years, so the idea of meeting someone was often on my mind.

Eric was waiting for me at the Diner. I had gone to High School with him, but we had not hung out together that much. The one thing about him was that Eric liked the girls and knew a lot of people. After eating, we walked past the shops, and across the main streets that separated town from the large apartment blocks to the north.

We got to the party and a lot of people were milling around the keg on the balcony in the various rooms, maybe 40 folks in all, and the place was jumping with music and pent-up energy of a weekend. Eric and I quickly drank a few beers. I noticed a pair of girls standing by the balcony railing, and immediately started to pay close attention. Eric had already seen them. The girl who stood out was really hot – strawberry blonde hair, slim build, full breasts, about 5″4′. She wore a pair of worn jeans and a tight Jethro Tull concert t-shirt. Next to her stood her friend, who looked older, perhaps mid-twenties, with dark hair and a hippy, hourglass figure. For once, I was not going to let Eric and his surfer boy looks get the better of me with women. I don’t remember what I said, just that I simply walked up and started talking to the blond. I then noticed that she had two deep purple rat-tails in her hair, both on the left side, which cascaded onto her shoulder. I was trying not to look at her softball-sized breasts, which were without a bra, and seemed big, high, and firm on her small torso. Missy and Margo – I remember that – but not anything else I said. Although I must have asked Missy her major (what a jerk) because she said it was Agriculture.

“You’re not the typical AG major,” I said.

“Yeah, I know, too many guys in flannel shirts and work boots,” she complained.

“But, I’m from a small town and my folks have a dairy farm.” And, so it went. I was completely focused on Missy, the blond with the purple braids. Her friend, Margo, was sort of aggressive, and seemed very interested in Eric. She was ex-Army, and had returned to school at 24. This explained the fatigues and black tank top she wore. But, she was not his type and he wandered off. This left me alone with the two girls. Not missing her chance, Margo shifted her attention to me. I was drinking fast – had to kill my nerves – but the three of us had fun. I was pursuing Missy, she was enjoying the chase, Margo was pursing me, and I was trying to ignore her without angering Missy. We were there for about two hours. At one point, I had my arm around both girls’ waists. I cannot remember who suggested leaving, but soon we were outside, trudging through the January snow. I canlı bahis wasn’t sure what to expect. Some guys in this situation might fantasize about a threesome, but I really wanted Missy, badly, and thought more about getting rid of her friend.

“My prissy roommate is home for the weekend,” she said simply, and we continued along the stadium road.

When we got back to their room – in the big Soviet style dorm area for Freshmen – we had some shots, and played a drinking game (Zoom! Schwartz! PROfigliano!), and were really feeling all the alcohol. At this point, Monica just stood up, her eyes rolling lazily somewhat, dropped her fatigues and got into the roommate’s bed. She just passed out. Laughing, Missy and I looked at each other.

“That’s a good idea,” she said. We both stripped, somewhat drunkenly, and fell into bed. I was thinking, ok, this is it, and reached for Missy. Pulling her close, I lowered my mouth to her breast, and pulled in a hard nipple, with a plump areola around it’s engorged center. Yet, Missy pushed my head away.

“Nothing heavy.” I was not sure what to say, having not expected this, “I want you,” I finally said, trying not to sound pushy.

She didn’t say anything for a while, so I moved my hands onto her hips, and felt her body respond by pushing into my hnads. I trailed one hand down onto her pussy mound, and felt her hot, wet juices. Missy let me grind my hand into her for a few minutes, and then suddenly pushed my hand away.

“No, really, I’m not ready,” she said with a definite, but perhaps conflicted tone. I lay there for a long time, fighting sleep, intensely horny, but also really confused. Why did she do this? What the fuck was her game?

At another point, Missy reached over and started running her hands over my broad chest and abs.

“I like your muscles,” she said. I didn’t say anything, as she moved her hand onto my cock, which had been hard and tenting the bed covers since we climbed into her regulation-sized twin bed.

“FUCK, I knew you were well hung, but …” she barely breathed this. She moved her hand down the long shaft, and cupped her hand over the fat head. Pre cum smeared over her small hand and the head of my prick, making it feel slick and hot.

“You must have a lot of girlfriends,” she said. Even at 20, I knew not to answer this sort of question, so I just let her work my cock. I knew that I was hung from 14 – I was always the biggest guy in the shower, and knew enough to know how lucky I was. But, I was 17 by the time I finally lost my virginity, and I was still learning about women. Having a big dick wasn’t enough sometimes.

Suddenly, she drew her hand back. “Nothing heavy, sorry,” and again went quiet.

We both slept after that, a heavy, drunk sleep that only just takes the edge off how your body is starting to feel. When I woke up in the morning, I nudged Missy.

“I have to shower,” I said in a thick voice.

“mmm, ok, Brett – take my sweats – the guy’s shower is on the fourth floor.”

I came back from the shower, feeling better physically, but now more angry and confused about her reluctance. As I entered the room, I saw her hand jerk somewhere under the covers. Standing in the middle of the room, I took off the borrowed sweats and started to pull on my jeans.

“Your body is unbelievable,” said Missy. I paused, not knowing what to say, still thinking that this was just another tease. Missy abruptly got out of bed, and moved over to where I was standing. In the bright morning light, I saw that her underwear was now gone –a strawberry blond pussy was framed between two shapely legs. She slid to her knees in front of me, and placed each of her hands on a thigh.

“I’m not a tease.” Looking down at her blond and purple hair, and feeling powerful with this girl at my feet, my cock reacted quickly. Half hard already, it emerged from the leg of my boxers as it lengthened and thickened. Missy saw this too, and I felt her hot breath on my cock. She leaned closer and opened her mouth. She did not yet take my cock in her stretching mouth – it was more like my cock extended into her waiting hole. As soon as my big, crowned cock head was inside, she reached forward and pulled on my shaft. Missy stretched her mouth bahis siteleri around the head, gently closed her teeth around the bulbous end, and started to swirl her tongue over the end.

She released my prick, a long string of spit and pre-cum stretched between her mouth and my cock, and said, “I just like a guy to wait for it a little.”

She went back to work on my cock, now fully hard, pressing up on my boxers, and pointing straight out toward her face and moving lips, tongue, and mouth.

“You have a fucking huge cock, Brett. I knew you were big, but had no idea.”

“Suck me, babe,” I replied, enjoying the hot, wet, blowjob.

At one point, I saw her put one hand on my shaft at the base, and then another, and finally a third hand to reach just behind the red, flared crown. She held my cock, trying to close her fingers around it, but it was too thick. Missy was measuring my cock.

“Fuck. Brett, you’re the biggest, you’re unbelievable. What a fucking stud.”

Not wanting to come yet, I pulled Missy up to her feet, and we walked over to the bed. Her friend continued to sleep just a few feet away. I wanted to get inside Missy. She lay on her back and pulled her legs up by the knees. Leaning in, I started to rub the underside of my huge cock on he pussy, trying to mash her clit. This caused Missy to look up.

“Fuck me with that huge cock stud, don’t wait, you FUCKING BULL, fuck me and make me come.”

My cock was wet from her spit and pussy juices, and her cunt seemed to be flowing with wetness, I knew it was time. Putting one hand on her pussy mound and one hand near the end of my giant prick, I pushed the head in suddenly – she made a gurgling noise – and I waited for her pussy to adjust to my thick cock. What happened next has stayed with me for years – it is perhaps my most intense sexual memory. She came, and came hard. Gasping, she rolled from side to side, making little noises. I watched as her chest rose and fell in a series of staccato breaths, her big tits moving with each gasp. I pushed farther into her, feeling her velvet, warm, wet pussy extend and stretch as my full size pushed in and stretched her. I had most of my cock inside when I felt the cap of her cervix. I stopped pushing, knowing how much I could hurt her if I wasn’t careful. I slowly pulled out and repeated a long, slow, deep thrust into her.

“Fuck me, FUCK me, don’t stop!” she cried. I started to pump her now, with long, fast strokes, each one filling her pussy to its bottom. I worked hard and fast, pistoning in and out, pulling my hips far back, to get the full length of each stroke.

I had been riding Missy for a long time, taking long strokes with my cock, pulling out until only the head remained in her pussy, or pulling all the way out to rub my fat cock head over her clit. I had to come soon. Missy had been fairly quiet, laying with her hands grasping the pillow behind her head, her chest heaving slightly, which made her breasts roll from side to side as I fucked her. Sweat covered her face and chest, and her legs were wet underneath my hands, as I continued to move back and forth. I stated to feel my balls tighten, and knew that I was going to finally shoot. Without thinking about it, she was a fucking tease to make me wait, I pulled out from he wet pussy, and scrambled over her legs. My thick legs pinned her tiny waist on either side. As I looked down, I saw the ropes of muscles on my legs and 11 inches of cock pointing between her big tits, and only a few inches from her chin. The head of my cock was dripping wet – I could smell her pussy juices that coated the big shaft and flared head. At that moment, I expected her to cover my cock head with her hands, or pull the pillow over he face, like so many other girls had done. Yet, as the muscle between my balls and asshole started to contract, she just tilted her head back.

“Oh…yeah,” she breathed.

This pushed me over the edge. The first shot from my pulsing prick was a long, hot stream of cum. The release was intense, and it seemed to last for several seconds. The next shots were just as strong, but not as long. I came, and came, and came. I lost count – maybe 6 big shots. Missy’s face was covered in ribbons of cum. It was in her hair, bahis şirketleri across her cheeks, and on her chin. At that moment, she opened her mouth, and her pink, pointed tongue came out, searching around her moth for more spunk. This made me blast one final, stronger shot that arched over her chin and across her searching lips.

I was nearly spent, but some come continued to seep out of my cock head. Beneath me, this sexy, wanton girl finally reached forward and grabbed my cock. She thrust her head slightly forward, and stretched her mouth around the big head. I felt her hands start to tremble as she dug her teeth into me gently. Her chest heaved up, and her whole body started to shake slightly. She opened her mouth and released my cock.

“Oh … oh … FUCK … YES!” she cried as her body tensed. This seemed to last forever, her body moving under mine, tits rolling, hands and legs trembling. Finally, she was breathing heavily, but her orgasms stopped. I pushed forward, resting my entire cock across her face. She pressed down on the top of my shaft, and moved her head from side to side. My cock was pushing the come all over her face, coating it with the white, sticky spunk. She paused and licked the underside, and then returned to spreading the cum with the thick shaft. My cock reached from beyond her chin into her hair, covering her entire face.

She pulled back and rested her head again on the pillow.

“Brett, that was unbelievable. You came all over me, there was so much, so much cum.” She started to gather cum with her fingers, and lick them one by one. After she had cleaned her own face of my juice, I leaned over close to her face, and kissed her gently on her lips.

I collapsed next to her and we lay silent for a while. Perhaps thirty minutes later, she turned to me.

“Brett …” She put her hands on my chest, and I knew what was needed. My cock had recovered, and was pointing straight up. This time, I did not want to give her a long ride, I just wanted to fuck, to come, to make her cry out again. I got up on my knees, and somewhat roughly grabbed her hips and turned her over. Pulling her hips back, I forced her to her knees and exposed her sticky cunt lips. Her head was in the pillow, as I put my big dick at the entrance to her. I reached down and with my fingers spread her lips, so that my big head was once again lodged into her opening.

“Do it … Fuck me … in my pussy… I want your huge fucking cock,” she exclaimed as her hips swayed, trying to engulf my prick again. I wasn’t going to tease or hold back this time. I thrust quickly in – burying most of my length.

“FUCK,” Missy cried out.

“FUCK,” again.

I started to pound her now, fast, without pausing. I wanted to fuck, quick, hard, and hot, and then shoot again. I felt like the biggest, most virile stud, and I wanted to make her cum again. I kept this up, pounding hard and fast, for another 15 minutes. When I came, I shot inside her pussy, feeling the hot cum around my cock. She tensed, moaned, and released. Behind my back, Margo stirred, but kept breathing softly.

Afterward, Missy turned to me, and said, “Brett, next time please come on my face, OK?”

This was the start of a beautiful relationship.

I never took Missy on a date. Over the next few months, I would simply call her and she would show up. Each time we would fuck. Missy would push me to 2 or 3 orgasms, each one long and strong, and resulting in my come somewhere on her body. I must have covered every part – face, ass, back, hair, and breasts. Later, I would just stop by during my 3-mile road run past her dorm. Missy and I would lounge on the bed for a while, but we’d quickly start kissing and working on each other. We often had to get rid of her roommate, an uptight girl who seemed to spend a lot of time writing letters to some guy who didn’t want to go out with her. After the first few times, her roommate would see me, slam her books together, and storm out. She got used to this happening any time of the morning or night, and knew that if she didn’t leave, we might just fuck in front of her. In hindsight, I wish I could write that there was an emotional attachment, but there wasn’t anything like that. I had further adventures with her, but this was how it started on that snowy weekend in January. Missy was different. It wasn’t just the hair. She was the girl who knew how to say, “fuck.” She was my porn star. Missy was the girl who liked facials.

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When I got back to my apartment Alex was sitting on my couch in my bathrobe, her dark hair wet, drinking Merlot.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” I said, slowly.

“I wasn’t sure I’d see you here, either. I just needed to get away from an admirer I couldn’t shake, and I was too close to being drunk to drive to my place. You don’t mind?”

“No problem.” I sank down on the couch and put my head in her lap. She began to stroke my hair.

“So how did you make out with the blonde? Did you ever place her?”

“She finally remembered. We’re second cousins.”

“And when did you figure this out?” she asked, laughing before I could even open my mouth. “Too late, from the looks of you. So I guess that’s a dead end?”

“I’m thinking it over,” I mused. “Straight girls are so hard to find in this neighborhood.”

Alex cuffed me on the ear lightly. I sat up. “What?” I asked in a mock-indignant tone.

“You’re the one sleeping with your relatives. I wouldn’t talk about kinks.”

“I didn’t know at the time. And I didn’t stay to sleep with her.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” she asked, smiling and putting her hand on my cheek.

“She said she had to get up early. I did say I’d call her. I think we’re good.”

“Men,” she said, putting her arms around me from the side and sucking on my earlobe. “Well, how was sex with your cousin?”

“Second cousin. Mmmm, better stop that unless you want to be a straight girl tonight,” I said. She kept doing it. “Well, we were on the couch and one thing led to another…”

“That’s how these stories always start,” she said, undoing a couple of buttons on my shirt and rubbing my chest. “Proceed.”

“Before I knew it I had her dress half off and I’d lost my shirt,” I said. “I sucked on her nipples awhile and we ended up in bed.”

“Funny how that happens. Good start, though. Closest illegal bahis way to a girl’s heart is through her nipples, I always say.”

“Especially the left one. Anyway, we got naked and got into bed and we started feeling each other up. She had a completely smooth pussy. She must have it waxed.”

“Turn around,” Alex interrupted. We rearranged ourselves so that I was sitting sideways on the couch and she was backed up to me. I could just see one nipple and half of another of her gorgeous breasts. She took my hand and pulled it between her legs. The robe gaped open.

“Hello. When did you have that done?”

“Last week. It’s been more than a month since you’ve seen it, you know. Anyway, you were rubbing her bare pussy.”

“She was playing with my balls and I didn’t want to just come right away, so I went down south.”

“That’s the second expression you’ve used tonight I don’t really care for, but keep going. Oh, keep going with that, too,” she moaned.

I stopped. “What was the other one?”

“‘Feeling up.’ I first heard it as a little girl, watching a George Carlin routine. I didn’t know what it meant. It always makes me think of George Carlin. Oh, keep going, you bastard,” she growled, bucking against my hand.

“So I began to deliver oral stimulation to her clitoral and vaginal regions,” I continued, archly. “And she must have liked it because she started wrapping her legs around me and wouldn’t let me come up for air. I think she came then. She kept her stockings on.”

“She kept her stockings on? That slut. Yes, you think she became aroused to the point of climax. I can see how that would happen. Then what? Did she give you a turn?” she asked, squirming her buttocks against my trousers.

“Oh yeah. She got on top of me and then we went at it. She squeezed me with her tight, slippery cunt,” I said, reaching around to illegal bahis siteleri play with one of Alex’s breasts.

“Oh, God, I love it when they do that,” Alex sighed. She leaned back and started planting kisses on my neck. “So then you came like a volcano?”

“No, she came like a volcano.”

“And then you flipped her over and rode her like a bronco until you came like a volcano?”

“No, she gave me the blow job of a lifetime. And swallowed, I think.”

“Why do men care if we swallow? Anyway, what did she do right after that?”

“She got us some ice water and told me she saw me at our family reunion.”

“She didn’t swallow. She spit it up in the kitchen sink while she was running the water.” Alex got up and tightened her robe. My robe, actually. “Great story. Well, I’m beat. Can I borrow your guest bed?”

“Sure,” I said, sitting on the couch where she left me and kind of staring off into space.

She got most of the way down the hall and came back to look over the couch at me. I was still staring into space. “You’re not much for taking charge of a situation, are you?” she asked.

“Eh?”

“Well, you gave cousin Tabby a two-for-one back there, I’ve been blue-balling you while you told me a story I’ll be masturbating to for weeks, and you’re going to bed alone? You need to ride someone like a bronco tonight, even if it has to be me.”

I reached up for her and we kissed. “I love you,” I said.

“I know. Well, the train leaves the station in two minutes. Be on it.”

“My bedroom,” I grunted.

“That’s more like it.”

I went back to my bedroom. It was dim, and Alex was already naked and under the covers playing with herself. I got undressed, got in beside her and began to play with her breasts again. I took a nipple into my mouth and started sucking on it. She put an arm under me and pushed canlı bahis siteleri me to get on top of her.

“I’m more than ready, Gordon, lover. This is for you; use me. Fuck me as hard as you want.” She took my cock in her hand and stroked herself with it. When the head was slippery, I pushed it in all the way smoothly but quickly. Her eyes opened wide. It felt fantastic as my balls brushed up against her smooth body.

I picked up speed quickly. She lay back and moaned like she was in pain. Some little part of my brain I couldn’t quite turn off knew she was just acting, enjoying getting me off, and probably not even all that aroused, and for some reason that made me even hotter. I wanted to get off quickly; I had had enough teasing and subtlety for the night.

I got to that wonderful, frustrating plateau. I had just come an hour or so ago; I was a little tired and the alcohol wasn’t helping. I was rock-hard and my balls were starting to ache. Alex reached up and took them in her hands, which sometimes triggers me right away, but in this case not quite. After a while she put her hands on my ass. “Fuck me harder, Daddy,” she said in a little girl voice in my ear. I started pounding her harder and faster. “Fuck me harder, Daddy,” she said. “Ohhh! Fuck ME! Fuck ME! FUCK me!” she began to moan.

I spasmed all over and came inside her, kissing her and feeling her moans on my cheek. I tried to look at her: I wanted to know if she was coming, but my eyes wouldn’t focus for a few seconds.

I stayed in her for a moment. Soon I would go soft and we’d have to start grabbing for the tissues by the bed or have a big wet spot. I squirmed around and we relaxed and embraced. “Thank you,” I whispered in her ear.

“You’re welcome. I loved it, too.”

We got cleaned up after a fashion. I put my briefs back on; she found a pair of my boxers and an old Nike t-shirt and put them on. We snuggled back up under the covers. I stroked the cleft between her breasts absently. Within seconds it seemed I could hear her breathing slow and she relaxed against me. A few more seconds and I was asleep too.

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