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A reminder that this is part of a Non-Consent/Reluctance series. If you don’t want to read about sex where someone is put into that position, then stop now and move on.

This is a continuation of what would be considered a “stroke” story, or as I like to call then a Jack(off) and Jill(off) story. I got some requests to continue this not very serious, fictional sex romp, so I’ll try to keep up.

In the last chapter, Dennis had helped out at work in Chapter 22 and had gotten the business and earned a large fee. He came home to celebrate by having sex with those who helped him earn it; Cindy, Suzanne, and Katy. Then he travelled to the area where the new business was with one of the members of his company where he met and fucked her gorgeous little redhead friend.

Recurring Cast

Dennis, 41 years old, 5′ 11″, 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Cindy’s husband.

Cindy, 41 years old, 5′ 4″, 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Dennis’ wife.

Diane, 41 years old, 5′ 7″, 140 lbs, auburn hair, green eyes, recently divorced friend of Cindy’s.

Becky, 38 years old, 5′ 9″, 155 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes, Cindy’s friend, widow.

Jack, 42 years old, 6′, 185 lbs, black hair, brown eyes, Louise’s husband.

Louise, 38 years old, 5′ 4″, 130 lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, Jack’s wife.

Jackie, 19 years old, 5’6″, 125 pounds, dark brown hair, blue eyes, neighbor girl.

Katy, 19 years old, 5’6″, 115 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, Jackie’s friend, now Dennis’ sub.

Suzanne, 36 years old, 5’5″, 125 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, neighborhood acquaintance.

Bill, 38 years old, 5’9″, 170 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, Suzanne’s husband.

Brittany, 27 years old, 5’8″, 120 pounds, red hair, blue eyes, Jimmy’s wife.

Jimmy, 29 years old, 5’10”, 160 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Brittany’s husband.

The next couple of weeks were great for everyone. Cindy, Katy, and Suzanne were happy to spend some of their newfound largesse.

I was working many hard, long hours to get everything up and running for the contract we got with Mr. Sorenson. I had to find qualified individuals for some of the positions since the previous contract was with a company that could move them elsewhere. Some of the individuals we were able to hire away as they liked working where they were or there were no positions to move to with their current company. I had to travel to Mr. Sorenson’s company area to do some more hiring and was going to spend two weeks there. The day I left, Cindy, Katy, and Suzanne left me well sated with a group blowjob.

When I arrived at Sorenson’s company, he had told me to report to his office. I got to his city at about 2pm and headed up there. I waited for a few minutes and then was led into his office. I got a big surprise when I went in there. Standing next to Mr. Sorenson was Gloria, one of Cindy’s friends who had come to our New Year’s Eve party. She had turned out to be quite adventurous and then we introduced her to Mr. Sorenson.

“Hey, Dennis.” Gloria came over and gave me a hug and peck on the cheek.

“Hi. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Mr. Sorenson stood and came over to shake my hand. “Gloria and I are dating and, as a matter of fact, she’s moved in with me.”

I couldn’t help but remember the fun we had with Gloria at the party. She had instigated our moving from just partying normally to stripping. Then Cindy and I had pushed a little more and everyone ended up having sex. I still remembered how a naked Gloria looked. She was a curvy, fleshy one with really great tits. We had had a lot of fun that night. She partied with both the men and women.

Mr. Sorenson brought me back to the present. “So, how goes the recruiting Dennis? You finding all the people you need for the contract?”

“Yes, sir. I have all but one of the key positions filled and only about 15 more total. I hope to have it done within the next two weeks.”

“Excellent. I know that you guys will take care of everything. If you are free tonight, I’d like to invite you to join Gloria and I at my penthouse apartment. We can go to dinner first in the restaurant and then head up to the apartment to relax. Whadda ya say?”

“Sure. I’d love to. I’m starving, too, so I’ll be ready for dinner as soon as the workday is over.”

“Great. See you at 6pm at the restaurant across the street. You can see my apartment from here.” He walked over and pointed up toward the penthouse across the street.

I checked it out. “Very nice. Let me get some work done and I’ll meet you over there at 6pm.”

“Good. See you at six.”

I left the room and went to meet one of the local managers who was doing some of the hiring interviews. We discussed some of the candidates and then we interviewed three that he had there. All three were good and so he was going to make an offer to all of them for some of the open positions. The unfortunate thing was that we needed 5 system administrators and 2 database administrators for Oracle and we were having trouble finding them. internet casino Hard work was ahead.

By this point, it was about 5:30, so I went to the men’s room and tried to freshen up a little by washing my face and hands. I felt a little better, and then I headed across the street to the large apartment building that had what appeared to be an excellent restaurant on the first floor.

I arrived and said I was meeting Mr. Sorenson and they immediately seated me at a nice table with a great view of the rest of the room. I looked around and there were a lot of business people bellied up to the bar. They were drinking, laughing, flirting, and generally blowing off steam after a day of work.

Mr. Sorenson arrived with Gloria about 15 minutes later. I had already started my first Guinness when they arrived.

We relaxed, discussed a little business, Gloria asked about Cindy and Katy, and we ordered dinner. Dinner was excellent and I was starving so I had a large salmon meal that filled me up. We had a couple more drinks as we relaxed and discussed what Gloria was doing. She had moved up to live with Mr. Sorenson and was working in a company in the next building.

As things were winding down, Gloria turned to her husband. “Shall we go upstairs for drinks?”

Taylor stood. “Yes, we should. Dennis, let’s go upstairs and get some drinks.”

We headed for the penthouse and Taylor made us all some drinks. I was enjoying myself when there was a knock at the door. Gloria went to answer it. I was checking a text message that came in and it said that Rhonda Johnson was in the bar of my hotel for a drink. She had come up from our home city, also, to check on the status of things.

Gloria came back with a small, but cute south-Asian woman. I didn’t know how to tell them apart, so her exact nationality was lost until she spoke.

“Dennis, this is Sammy.”

I shook her hand and looked at her. “Nice to meet you. Sammy, is it?”

She grinned. “My first name is Simran and my family all calls me Simi. When I got to the states my college friends thought it was Sammy and it stuck.”

“So, you are from India?” I thought I recognized her accent.

“Yes, from just outside Mumbai.”

“How long have you been in the U.S.?”

“About 12 years now. I got my bachelor’s and master’s degrees at MIT and stayed to start a company.”

“Good for you. You own your own company?”

“Yes, I do. I started an IT company with a couple of my friends from MIT and we’ve hired some others. Right now, I have 18 employees and we have them working for several companies around here.” She seemed very sure of herself.

“That’s great.” I thought about my problems. “What kinds of skills are we talking about?”

“We have system administrators, some help desk managers, some coders, and some database administrators.” She looked at me. “Wait. Are you from the company that just got Taylor’s IT contract?”

“Yes, that would be me.”

“I was going to go for that contract, but nobody wanted to team with me and it was larger than I could support or show proper qualifications for. I really wanted that.”

“Do you still want some work?”

“Absolutely!”

She was definitely looking for work. “Well, I need 5 sysadmins and 2 DBAs. Can you get that together?”

“Yes. I have four of those seven on the bench that just came off another contract and I need to find them work before they bolt.” She stopped and looked at me. “We are all well qualified and not cheap. Wait until I send you our rates.”

I looked at her closely. “You just didn’t happen to stop by tonight, did you?”

Sammy grinned. “No. Gloria told me they were inviting you up here and I wanted to make a pitch for some work.”

“Okay.” I turned to where Gloria and Taylor were talking and looking out the window. “Okay, Gloria, I got it.”

Gloria turned and smiled. “I figured you might need some IT help. Was I right?”

“Yes, you were.” I turned back to Sammy. “Well, let’s sit down tomorrow afternoon and discuss. We can go over the level of expertise and rates that we can afford at that time. Sound good?”

“3pm a good time?”

“Perfect. I’m across the street in the Marriott, room 920. You can ask at the desk if you forget the room number.”

She grinned. “I won’t forget.”

“No, I expect you wouldn’t.”

“Well, I need to head out. See you tomorrow.”

I shook her hand and she left. Gloria came over and was smiling broadly.

“Gotcha!”

“Yeah, you did. Well, I think I’d better head back to my hotel room.”

“Okay, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” Taylor came over and I shook his hand, too, and left.

I headed back to my hotel and detoured into the bar to find Rhonda. As I entered and headed toward the bar, I saw Rhonda sitting there, dressed to the nines, and drawing all the attention of the single men in the room.

Rhonda was wearing one of those nice tight dresses that today’s young ladies seem to wear. She was young and looked good in it. The bodice was tight everywhere, canlı poker oyna showing off her cute, small tits, tiny waist, and flare of her hips. It was short and showed her great legs, too. Her delectable ass was hidden from me by the fact that she was sitting down. There were a couple of guys around her that she was talking to. I stood there for a second smiling.

When Rhonda saw me, she smiled and dropped off the high stool, protecting her modesty by turning so that the short dress didn’t flash her panties at everyone in my direction.

“Dennis!” She came over at a brisk pace and threw her arms around me. She whispered in my ear, “Play along and act like you are my boyfriend so I can get rid of those guys.”

I decided to really play it up. I pulled her back and kissed her. She couldn’t deny me since she wanted to put on a scene. I kissed her and put both my hands on her ass. She jumped a little at that, but let it continue.

I finally pulled back. “It’s good to see you, too, Rhonda.”

She turned me a little and put her arm in mine. “Let’s get out of here. I think they had bad ideas about me.”

We walked to the elevator and I pushed 9. I stepped back and held her at arm’s length so I could look her up and down. “Well, the way you are dressed and in a hotel bar, it’s no wonder they thought you were there for a pickup.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m here so that we can make sure everything is properly handled and that the transition goes well.”

“I know. You are pretty good at your job. But the way you are dressed is more about going out for fun, then just here for work. Let’s have a drink.”

We got to my room and I pulled out some bottles of alcohol and we both decided on whiskey on the rocks. I walked down to the ice machine and filled up the bucket. When I got back, the bathroom door was closed so I went ahead and fixed the drinks. I swished my whiskey around my cubes and took a quick swig when the door opened.

I almost choked on my whiskey. Rhonda walked out of the bathroom complete naked. She was looking a little shy about showing herself. She seemed nervous and I’m sure this was a big step for her. I thought she had said the last time we were here that she had a man in her life.

I looked her up and down. Her body was pristine, her skin flawless. She had small, perfect tits, with nice rosy nipples. I had gotten a quick glimpse in the dark the last time I was here with her. But she didn’t want to have sex. Her waist was small and it flared to nice hips and, from what I saw earlier, a great ass.

I looked up into her eyes and I could see a little apprehension there. Like maybe I might not be pleased with this vision. I smiled. “What a beautiful vision. You are a gorgeous woman.” I walked up to her. “If this is you offering to have sex with me, I am definitely honored and very happy about it.”

Rhonda seemed to perk up at that. She looked down and then back up at me. “I just broke up with my now ex-asshole boyfriend and I need some, uhm, how do you say it. Attention?”

“The kind I gave you the last time we were here?”

She grinned and shook her head. “I barely remember that.”

“Well, then you need to stay sober this time so that I can impress you with my abilities.”

Rhonda laughed. At least she got the joke. She moved up to me and placed her body right up on me, wrapping her right arm around me. “Just be with me, okay? My boyfriend always seemed to end up somewhere else in his head and that never changed.”

“You can’t change men. They only change when they want to. And you are too intelligent, too accomplished, and too beautiful to settle for an asshole.”

Rhonda hugged me and then looked up at me. “Hey, quit getting all serious. This is just supposed to be a quick and dirty fuck.”

I smiled and scooped her up quickly, eliciting a squeal, and plopped her on the bed. She laughed all the way.

“Now you lay there and take your medicine young lady.” I pointed at her and then dropped to my knees and yanked her legs around so that I could eat her pretty, pink, shaven pussy. “Yummy.”

Rhonda lay back as I stared at the beautiful site in front of me. Her pussy was already getting wet and her lips were looking swollen. She had apparently gotten turned on just thinking about this. I pushed her legs back to her chest and leaned over her slit. I started at the bottom. I licked across her asshole and she jerked and moaned. I went up her left lip and then back down the right. I teased her a little, getting her more worked up.

When I thought I was ready to go to town on her, Rhonda put one hand on my head and just said, “Fucking eat me!”

So, I did. I went to town on her pussy. I licked and sucked up and down her slit, French kissing her shaven pussy. I started working one and then a second finger in. It was easy since she was so wet. I kept licking and sucking and she started rolling her hips. I had two fingers in her, fucking her slowly, as I licked up over her clit. After a short time, she started rolling poker oyna her hips in time to the pressure she was putting on the back of my head, fucking my face. I could feel her starting to reach the crest so I did what I liked to do to some of these beautiful, wet pussies. I found her g-spot and started rubbing it with my fingers and I started sucking on her clit. She put both hands on my head and started humping me. That’s when I hummed her clit and she went off. She pulled my face in her pussy and humped it, letting out little squeals with each tremor that racked her body.

She held me there for about a minute, humping and cumming on my face. When she finally collapsed back onto the bed her entire body went limp.

“Now that’s what the fuck I really needed.”

“You’re welcome.”

Rhonda sat up and looked at my wet face. She laughed. “Oh my god, I really covered you.”

I licked around my mouth. “And you taste wonderful.” I leaned up over her. “Here, taste.”

She kissed me and didn’t seem hesitant to taste herself.

She sat up and looked down to see that I was still dressed. “Maybe you should get undressed and lay down so that I can return the favor.”

“Absolutely. That sounds like a good plan.” I stood and undressed, draping everything over the back of a chair. I then crawled onto the bed and lay down. My cock was hard and pointing up at about a 45-degree angle from my belly.

Rhonda crawled over my right leg, lay down between my legs, and pulled my cock vertical. “This looks really good. I can see that it would please a woman very well.”

And with that, she started licking and sucking. She had only been going for a few seconds when my phone rang. I had put it on the nightstand, so I reached over to grab it.

Rhonda pulled up. “You’re going to answer your phone while I’m sucking your cock?” She stared at me as I looked at the phone.

“It’s my wife. She probably wants to know if I’m getting laid.”

“I know that you’ve proved that she lets you fuck around, but really? She checks on this?”

“It’s her job to make sure I’m well taken care of.” I answered the phone and as I did, I pointed to my cock for Rhonda to continue.

Rhonda hesitated as I answered. I put it on speaker.

“Hey, hon, how’s it going?”

Cindy answered a little breathlessly. “I’m horny as hell and I’m going to have Katie eat me. I just wanted to see if my husband’s big cock was going to be taken care of.”

“Well,” I paused and stared at Rhonda, teasing her. “At this moment, I have a beautiful woman sucking my cock. I ate her out earlier and gave her a huge orgasm.”

“You always were good at eating pussy. Is she a good cock-sucker?”

Rhonda just stared as Cindy and I conversed.

I again pointed to my cock. “Cindy, I think she’s a little shocked that we are having this conversation. Also, I put it on speaker so she could hear you and, hopefully, so you could hear her.”

“Dennis, you can’t do that to the poor girl. She doesn’t know me at all. She doesn’t know that you have several women at your beck and call. You put her on the spot and she is probably in shock.”

Rhonda finally said something. “Yes, I am a little in shock.”

“See, Dennis? You should have eased it in, and I’m not talking about your cock. What’s your name, sweetie?”

“My name’s Rhonda.”

“Oh, are you the woman who works in the same company and was on that last trip? The one where he ate you until you passed out and then your redheaded friend fucked the shit out of him?”

Rhonda’s eyes went wide. “Uh, yes, that’s, uh, right.”

“Well, don’t worry about me. My husband has several sluts to make sure he’s not lonely here at home, but I thought he might get lonely on the road. We both use our little submissive Katie to our advantage here and he also has several others who he has taken.”

Rhonda stared at me some more, her eyes questioning me. “Okay.”

“Anyway, since he has you there to suck and fuck, I’ll get back to Katie so that I can get off, too. Talk to you later.” She hung up.

“Please continue, Rhonda. I really need a good cum now.”

“Sounds like you get plenty of sex at home, though.”

“Yes, but you could too, if you wanted. A woman can always get laid.”

“Yes, but many times the options are limited to assholes.”

“Sorry. In any case, it’s getting late, so maybe we should continue.” My cock had been hard for a while now and I really wanted to cum in her pretty mouth.

“There’s one thing I forgot to mention, Dennis. This hotel is full and I, well, I was going to ask if I could stay here.”

I grinned. “Well, then maybe you ought to finish what you started. I think that might earn you a night’s stay.”

Rhonda finally relented. “Just one night?”

“Each night must be earned. I can think of some other things that you might need to do to earn my stay.”

“Like what?” She looked up at me with a grin and gave my cock a quick swipe of her tongue.

“Well, I don’t know if anyone has ever told you, but your legs and ass are spectacular. I would take great pleasure in fucking you doggy. I want to kiss and lick that ass, then bury that hard cock you are holding deep into your pussy. I want to fuck you until you scream and then fill that delicious cunt with cum.”

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Sitting on the couch, facing one another, they chatted about work, movies and other things that make up the small talk that constitutes light conversation. The sexual tension was undeniable however. As she shifted in her seat, he caught a quick glance between her legs. This didn’t go unnoticed by her, and she scolded him playfully. He could feel himself already starting to become hard, and she must have sensed his arousal, or simply noticed the increasing bulge in his shorts.

She laid back and lifted her dress to show off her satin pink panties. The seam went right up the middle of her crotch, directly across her clit. If she moved her thighs in just the right direction, the seam would rub back and forth across her clit. She loved wearing these out to stores. Men, who stared at her had no idea how wet her pussy was getting just from walking.

Without hesitation, he adjusted himself to where he was kneeling beside the couch before placing his mouth only a few inches from her ecstasy. Her actions had gotten the intended result. She was dying for him to start licking her pussy. He took his time, pressing his mouth up against her mound and using his tongue to taste the wetness that was already soaking through her panties. canlı bahis şirketleri He loved the way she tasted, and gently slid her panties to one side in order to get his first drink of her sweet juice. He slid his tongue along her slit and over her clit, where he stopped for just a moment to suck and swallow.

The panties were now becoming somewhat of an obstruction, but he wanted to see the bulge that was created from her full lips, so he let them fall back into place. He could now see the wetness that was created from both his saliva and her juice. His cock was now fully erect and straining to get out of his shorts.

She led him into the bedroom, where she removed her dress, allowing him to kneel at her feet as he kissed down and around her stomach. As she got onto the bed, she hesitated in a position that allowed him to view her from behind. He could see the outline of her vagina against the wet panties. The sight was overwhelming, and he buried his mouth into her backside, sliding the panties to the side in order to lick her fully. He sucked her pussy gently before letting his tongue travel upward to her ass, where he continued to lick and probe her tight hole.

She rolled over onto her canlı kaçak iddaa back just as he lay down on top of her. She could now feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against her stomach. They kissed passionately as their bodies ground against each other. With a few quick movements, they were both naked, and she glanced down to see his fully erect cock pointed directly at her now dripping wet pussy.

She could feel her juices running down the crack of her ass onto the bed, as she anticipated the feeling of initial penetration. Guiding the head of his cock between her lips, he pushed forward, sinking his shaft up to the balls. She spread her legs farther, bringing her knees up to her chest and allowing him to thrust in deeper. Holding himself above her in a plank position, he watched as his cock slide in and out. “I want you to lick my pussy again”, she said softly. He was happy to oblige, and immediately went to work between her legs. Cream was already oozing from her hole, which he hungrily devoured as he focused in on her clit. She spread her lips to provide better access to her swollen button. Flicking his tongue ever so slightly and gently sucking brought her back to a fever pitch.

She needed his cock canlı kaçak bahis inside her again. This time, as he thrust in and out, she vigorously massaged her now swollen clit while imagining the cum that would fill her pussy. The thought of it turned her on even more, and she clawed his back and arched her hips to allow for the head of his cock to hit against her g spot. His thrusting became quicker as he neared orgasm, and she felt the muscles in her vagina contract around his stiff rod. She was losing control, but didn’t care, allowing herself to squirt. The liquid gushed out from both sides of her vagina, spraying onto his thighs. The feeling of her hot juice on his cock was too much to take as he felt the first wave of orgasm.

Pulling out, he knelt over her as she watched his hand stroke his glistening prick. He squeezed the shaft as the first load of white cream shot out, landing just above her clitoris. She enjoyed the hot sensation just as the second load covered her pussy. Immediately, he went down between her legs, sucking her clit while his fingers pushed cum into her waiting hole. She exploded in orgasm. The thought of him licking cum from her pussy was an incredible turn on. It was dirty and taboo which made it all the better. She tightened her thigh muscles and let it happen. Her quivering followed by a content sigh, let him know she was done for now, and he took his place beside her on the bed as they lay wet and exhausted with not a care in the world.

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Chris woke up late again on Sunday. After fucking Cindy one more time, and blowing another huge load down her throat, he had managed to get home and crash. Just your average Saturday night fucking your classmate’s mom.

He woke up with a massive hard-on, however, thinking about the afternoon with Casey which lay ahead. After showering and eating, he headed over to the Marks’ house around mid-afternoon. He knocked softly on the front door. Cindy answered it immediately. She was wearing a long silk robe.

“Hey there, big boy,” she said leaning in close and kissing him deeply. He felt her hand reach down and grab his crotch, which was already starting to fill out. “Come on in. Casey’s laying out by the pool. You know the plan. “

“Sure. ” Chris went into the playroom in the back of the house and started to strip down. Cindy walked in as he was finishing getting undressed carrying a large ribbon. She came up and dropped the ribbon on the couch.

“Oh wow,” she said staring at his growing cock. “Even after last night, I still can’t get over how wonderful that cock is!” She said. She looked up at him with a smile and pulled open her robe, revealing her amazing, naked body. Chris was now rock hard. She walked up and pushed him back onto the couch, before kneeling between his knees. She took his long, hard member in her hand and curled her long tongue around his cock and over and around his cockhead. She began giving him a slow, fantastic blowjob, taking his cock in her mouth and slowly bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Chris lay his head back and moaned. Reluctantly, Cindy pulled away. “I want more of that later,” she said with a wink. “Now it’s time for Casey’s present. ” She got up tied her robe, and got the ribbon, draping it over Chris’s chest so that the oversized bow covered his crotch. Then she walked over to the door leading to the backyard and opened it.

“Casey, sweetey, can you come here a minute?” she yelled out to the pool. She stepped just outside the door.

“Whoa,” Chris muttered to himself as he saw Casey through the window walk up the steps from the pool. She was wearing an incredibly skimpy lime green string bikini. Her huge tits were jiggling all over the place as she half jogged up the steps, covered only by two very small triangles, the sides of her tits clearly exposed and bulging. Her toned, flat stomach was tanned and glistening. She came up and hugged her mom. Chris’s cock stirred has he watched these two beautiful bodies embrace. He could overhear Cindy’s illegal bahis conversation with her daughter.

“Hey, sweetheart. Well, I thought it was time to give you your birthday present. I know I’ve been strict with you over the years, and you’ve handled it very well. You’ve done a great job in school and I’m very proud of you. Now my little baby is 18, and I think you’ve earned the right to spread your wings. I wanted to help get you started. So… your present from me is waiting inside,” Cindy said with a smile and wave of her hand.

Casey smiled and then walked through the door. “OH MY… !!” She exclaimed, bringing her hands to her mouth in totoal shock as she saw Chris. She looked into his eyes for a moment, before her eyes were drawn, as if by magnetism, to the bow covering his crotch. She spun around, giving Chris a great view of her perfectly round, hear-shaped, high, toned ass revealed by her thong bikini pants. “Mom!! Are you kidding!!”

“Nope,” Cindy said as she walked in behind Casey. “He’s all yours. Every bit of him,” she said with a wink and a laugh. She gave Casey a big hug and kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, honey. Have fun!!” With that she turned and walked up the stairs, closing the door at the top behind her.

Casey turned back toward Chris, her hands still up by her mouth. Chris smiled. “Happy Birthday, Casey!!” he said.

“Oh my God!! Thanks. I mean… ” she whispered in disbelief. “Is this for real? I don’t know what to say!”

“Why don’t you come over here so I can give you a birthday kiss,” Chris said.

Casey just stood there mesmorized for a moment, before slowly walking over to him. She sat down next to him. Chris put his arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her slowly but passionately. Casey was nervous, and reluctant at first, but slowly became swept up in the kiss and began kissing Chris back. Before long they were kissing wildly, and Chris pulled her close, feeling her tits press agaisnt him, her nipples getting hard. Casey moaned as she ran her hand over Chris’s chest. Chris pulled back. “Would you like to unwrap you present?”

“Oh, God, yes!! I’ve been thinking about nothing but your cock since Friday night, Chris. I wanted you so badly the other night,” Casey said, as she reached out and tore the ribbon over his chest. She pulled it off of him, and he sat there completely naked, his cock rock hard and throbbing. “Ooohhhhh!!” Casey moaned staring at him. She reached out slowly and wrapped her small fingers around his shaft. illegal bahis siteleri “Oh wow!! It’s incredible. I can’t believe I’m holding your cock. I mean… I’m a… ” She whispered.

“Well, maybe we’ll do something about that,” Chris said with a laugh. As Casey began stroking his cock up and down his shaft, Chris reached up and pulled the string of her bikini top hanging on the back of her neck. He untied it easily and her top fell off quickly, releasing those incredible tits. “Wow. You’ve got an incredible body, Casey. “

Casey shook herself out of the trance she was in staring at Chris’s dick. “You think? You, you really want me?”

“Are you kidding? Me and every guy in the school,” Chris laughed.

“Well, I’m yours, Chris. I want you to take me. I want that big cock of yours. You can do anything, Chris, anything. I just want your cock!!” Casey said, forgetting her nervousness and succumbing to her urges.

Chris kissed her again, and then worked his way down her neck to her tits, greedily sucking her nipples into his mouth and kneeding those huge, pillowy mounds. Casey wrapped her hands around his head, pulling him into her chest, moaning loudly. Chris let a hand wander down and come to rest on top of her mound. He could feel the heat eminating from her crotch and that she was already getting wet. He pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and let a finger slide over her pussy before slipping inside.

“OHHHHH!! YES!! YES!!” Casey moaned, beginning to buck her hips against Chris’s hand. This girl’s going to be as wild in the sack as her mom, Chris thought with a smirk. Casey reached down and pulled her thong off, giving Chris better access. He slid down her body and between her legs. He let his tongue wander up and down her pussy lips before settling in on her swelling clit, which he attacked with abandon. This sent Casey into a whirlwind.

“AAAAAHHHHH!! OH!! OH!! YES!! YEAH!! FUCK YES!! OH GOD THAT’S INCREDIBLE!! OH, MY… CHRIS!! I’M CUMMMMMMMMM!!” She couldn’t even finish as her initial intense orgasm swept over her. She bucked and thrashed wildly beneath Chris, squeezing his head between her thighs tightly. Chris had thought about seeing if Casey had inherited any of her mother’s cocksucking abilities, but he decided he would find that out later. Right now, he had to fuck that virgin pussy. He climbed up the couch over her. Casey was panting, trying hard to catch her breath. Then she felt his thick swollen cockhead press against her pussy.

“OH, CHRIS, canlı bahis siteleri YESSSSS!! PLEASE FUCK ME!! MAKE ME A WOMAN, CHRIS!! FUCK ME!! FUCK THAT HUGE COCK INTO ME!! PLEASE, PLEASE!!” She screamed, still writing beneath him, pushing her hips up toward him, urging him to fuck her.

Chris slowly leaned his hips forward and slid his cock into her. They both moaned deeply. Chris could not get over how tight she was. Not to mention blazing hot and wet. He got about a quarter of the way into her before feeling the pressure he was anticipating. “This might hurt a little,” he whispered in a pant.

Casey looked into his eyes and then kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and grabbed his ass. In a forceful move, she pulled him toward her, and Chris pushed pass the pressure and plunged all the way into her tight cunt. Casey’s mouth opened wide as she tried to adjust to the sensations of being completely filled with cock for the first time. Chris just lay there for a moment, letting her come to grips. After only a moment, Casey leaned her head back and moaned, “Oh, wow!! Sooooo good!! Fuck me, Chris!! Fuck me hard!!”

Chris smiled and pulled about ¾ of the way out before pounding his long cock into her tight cunt. He got into a steady rhythm as he began fucking her in earnest. They were both moaning and screaming. Chris could not get over how intense this was, almost better than when he lost his virginity. Casey wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked her hips into his, meeting his thrusts. “OH, YEAH!! I’M CUMMMING!! OOOOHHHHHHH!!” She screamed.

Casey squeezed Chris against her as her whole body shook with an incredibly powerful orgasm. The quivering of her tight pussy was too much and Chris felt himself nearing the edge. “Oh, Casey!! I’m, I’m… “

“OH, CHRIS!! CUM ON MY TITS, CHRIS!! CUM ALL OVER MY TITS!!”

Chris quickly pulled out of her cunt. Casey squeezed her tits together just as Chris moved up and unleashed one of the biggest loads of his life. Rope after thick rope of his hot cum shot coated Casey’s tits. As his semen covered her nipples, Casey fell into another quivering orgasm as wave after wave washed through her. Shot after shot erupted from Chris’s cock as they both moaned in ecstasy. Finally, Chris’s cum subsided. Casey continued moaning and panting as she rubbed his cum all over her tits before bringing her hands up and licking them clean. Then she pulled Chris down on top of her in a tight embrace.

“Oh, Chris. That was the most amazing experience of my life. That was incredible!!”

It was, Chris thought, feeling something for this girl he had not felt before. But then he felt something he knew he would feel more of – Casey’s hand had moved to take hold of his throbbing, hard cock.

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The London train was almost packed to capacity as it pulled out of Folkestone station. I had just managed to catch it having arrived just a few minutes earlier by hovercraft from Boulogne in northern France. At that time I was working in Paris having been seconded to my company’s office there as an accounting supervisor and was about to enjoy my first weekend off since my arrival just over three months earlier. My timing was not the best, as the French air traffic controllers had gone on strike just two days before, but I was going to my favorite cousin’s wedding that Saturday, so I was determined to make it there somehow. I had discovered that the Channel crossing took only thirty-five minutes by hovercraft and with the right train connections the total journey from Paris to London, city centre to city centre, would only take a few minutes longer than flying. I had already decided that I would overnight in London before taking a morning train to Southampton, arriving well in time for the wedding which was scheduled for two o’clock the following afternoon. My overnight stay was facilitated by the use of the company’s apartment which was luckily vacant that weekend and to which I had the key in my hot little hand, figuratively speaking.

My plans had been somewhat derailed, so to speak, by the fact that the train from Paris to Boulogne had been delayed because of track maintenance and I had just missed my scheduled departure by hovercraft. I had to wait almost an hour for the next one, so I had arrived in Folkestone just seven minutes before the 7.59 to Charing Cross would leave. I would have hated to have missed it as that would have meant a further hour’s wait, so I hurried through the green channel at Customs, praying I wouldn’t be challenged, and indeed I managed to escape without further scrutiny, perhaps because I was traveling with only an overnight bag. I scooted on to the train and started looking for a place to sit. It took me ten minutes of wandering through the corridors before I found a compartment with a vacant seat. I threw my bag on the luggage rack and plopped down into the seat, somewhat breathlessly.

It was then that I noticed her. She was sitting in the seat opposite to me and I was so anxious to find a seat that I had only seen the men in suits occupying the other seats in the compartment. Now, while I am no ladies man, I definitely have a healthy interest in the fairer sex, and know a pretty girl when I see one, and I knew I was looking at one right in front of my eyes. Actually that’s an understatement, akin to calling the Atlantic Ocean a pond, for this one was stunningly beautiful!

She was absorbed in a paperback, which I recognized as being written by one of my favorite authors, and I waited for an opportunity to strike up a conversation with her, even though conversation was not one of my strong points, which goes a long way towards explaining why, at thirty-five I was still unmarried and unattached. There were two things holding me back from talking to her, the first being that there was no conversation going on at all in the compartment with all the other occupants apparently reading their newspapers or in a couple of cases nodding off to sleep. The second reason was that the lady concerned did seem to be fully occupied reading her book.

I decided to read the paper I had picked up to pass the time while waiting for the hovercraft. Normally when traveling over land, whether by rail or by bus, I like to look at the passing scenery, but by now it was nearly dark and I wasn’t able to see much out of the carriage windows. I should have said I decided to pretend to read the paper, for by that means I was able to surreptitiously study the lady passenger more closely without appearing to be ogling her, which of course was exactly what I was doing. At one stage, the train shuddered and she looked up from her book to see me looking at her. We made brief eye contact, which if I had been more experienced at picking up women would have been a sufficient opening to take. I blushed a little with the embarrassment of being discovered peeking at her and I thought I detected a brief smile pass over her lips before she quickly resumed reading her book.

The light in the carriage wasn’t the best but it did enable me to see that my first impression of her was correct. I guessed that she was about thirty, maybe a little less and her face was beautiful, flawless from my vantage point, with just a hint of eye shadow and rouge and bright red lipstick applied sparingly. Her auburn hair framed her face beautifully, falling just short of shoulder length. She wore a navy blue dress, with a high neckline and the hem just past her knees. She had crossed her legs, which were slender and shapely and I saw that the matching shoes had stiletto heels. I wasn’t able to see much of her upper body, but as far as I could see she seemed to have nicely shaped breasts.

We were on the evening express, traveling non-stop to London and it seemed the ninety minute journey was really much shorter than that. The time passed so quickly and the train canlı bahis şirketleri pulled into Charing Cross station at exactly 9.30 without any opportunity to engage the mysterious beauty in any conversation whatsoever. She was traveling even lighter than I was and she rose to leave carrying what seemed to be just a vanity case. I opened the sliding door for her and she shot a brief smile at me, murmuring her thanks as she stepped out of the compartment into the corridor. She slipped out of sight before I was able to retrieve my bag from the rack and I chalked it up as a lost opportunity, for I felt sure I would never see her again.

Imagine my surprise, then, when I felt a tug on my sleeve as I walked towards the exit and heard a feminine voice saying, “Excuse me, can I ask you something?”

I turned and saw her standing there. For a moment I was dumbstruck, but managed to gather my thoughts enough to answer, “Of course. What is it?”

“Look, I’m sorry to bother you, but I need a drink, and I hate to drink alone. Would you be kind enough to have a drink with me?”

What could I say? This was the best opportunity I would ever get, and I was in no hurry to get to an empty apartment. “Of course,” I said, “I’d be delighted. I think I could use a drink myself.”

I offered her my free arm and we walked together the short distance to the station bar, which fortunately was still open and even more fortunately was sparsely populated. We found a table close to the door and almost immediately a waiter was hovering to take our order.

“So what would you like?” I asked.

“Oh, a large gin and tonic, please, with lemon.”

“OK, and I’ll have a calvados, please,” I said, ordering my current favorite, which I had acquired a taste for since my arrival in Paris. The waiter hurried away and I turned back to look at my lovely companion. “So, if I may ask, what brings you to London and why were you in such desperate need of a drink? Oh, by the way, I’m Jack,” I said, holding out my hand.

She took my hand in a surprisingly firm grip, and held it for a few moments longer than seemed necessary, “I’m Janis,” she replied, “and to answer your question, I’m in deep trouble!”

“Oh? What kind of trouble?” I asked, my stomach sinking at her words.

“I’m engaged to be married in six weeks, and I’m in love!”

“That doesn’t sound like trouble to me, unless you have an aversion to marriage.”

“Oh, it’s trouble all right,” she said, pausing while the waiter brought our drinks with the bill. She lifted her glass to me and I returned the gesture, while she took a long swallow from her glass.

“Cheers!” I said. “You were saying?”

“Quite simply put, it’s real trouble because the man I’m in love with is not the same man I’m supposed to marry!”

“Ah, now I understand,” I said sympathetically. “So how did that happen?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve been working for a pharmaceutical company in Paris for the last six weeks, and about three weeks ago I met this guy at a reception. We got to talking and it was obvious that he was as attracted to me as I was to him. We started dating and last weekend we realized that we were in love.”

“So have you……” I started to ask.

“No, no, we haven’t made love yet, but it’s been tough I can tell you. I told Jacques, that’s his name, that I was engaged and wanted to break it off before he and I went any further, and he respected that. So that’s why I’m here – I’m on my way to see my fiancée to tell him I really cannot marry him.”

“So you don’t love him, then?”

“That’s another problem,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I thought I did once but before I left we had been having some terrible rows and that’s really why I took this job, which was only supposed to be temporary. Now, I’m seriously considering whether to apply for a permanent position so I can be with Jacques.”

As we were chatting I was really scoping her out and although her dress was very conservative it couldn’t hide the fact that she had a really nice perky pair of boobs inside it. I was really attracted to her, but judging from the conversation we were having it didn’t seem as if I had much of a chance with her. I decided that if I was going to have any chance at all I needed to try to stay with her as long as I could.

I tested the waters by asking, “So what do you plan to do next? When are you going to see your fiancée?”

She finished off her drink and said, “Well, I was going there tonight, but since I couldn’t fly into Heathrow, and then missed my connection, I’ll spend the night at a hotel and go on to Reading tomorrow.”

I thought I saw a slight opening for me, so I took my courage in both hands and ventured, “There’s a spare bedroom in the apartment where I’m staying tonight. If you want to you’d be more than welcome to stay there.”

She brightened considerably at my suggestion. “That’s very kind of you, Jack. If you’re sure it’s no trouble…..”

“No trouble at all, Janis. At least I can save you the bother of checking in and checking out of the hotel.”

“OK, canlı kaçak iddaa then. Thanks a lot!”

“You’re welcome. Look, I don’t know about you but I haven’t had anything to eat since lunchtime and I’m famished!” I omitted the fact that I had also become quite horny since we’d started talking, accelerated by the thought of having her spend the night in the same apartment! My cock was twitching with excitement, but I tried to calm it down by telling myself that it was a long shot.

“Actually I’m starving. I’d like to repay your kindness by treating you to dinner, OK?”

“We’ll talk about that later. Do you like Indian food?”

“I think so. Why?”

“Not very far from the apartment there’s a little place where the Tandoori Chicken is to die for. Want to try it?”

“OK, that sounds good. Want to go now?”

“Sure, let’s get a cab.”

I paid the bill and after saying our goodnights left the bar to go to the taxi rank. There were two or three cabs waiting there so we got in the first one and I gave the address of the restaurant. We didn’t talk too much during the ten minute drive over there, but Janis did take my hand and say, “Jack, thank you for being here for me and my neurotic self. I really appreciate your company tonight.” Perhaps I was crazy but somehow as she said that I felt that her eyes were telling me that I might expect sweeter things later. I was so glad of the opportunity to spend more time with her, even though her current entanglements might mean that any dalliance between us was unlikely. Well, stranger things have happened!

When we arrived at the restaurant, it was crammed full of people. I had forgotten it was Friday when Londoners tend to stay out on the town later and there were no tables available right away. However, that meant that we had to remain in the waiting area and because that area was also pretty full Janis and I were sitting much closer together than before. She was looking me straight in the eye as we talked and I began to think that I had a better chance with her than I had originally thought. Her perfume, although understated, began to have its effect on me and I was becoming quite enamored with her and the way she was opening up to me.

Eventually our turn came and we were escorted to a small table at the far side of the room. This row of tables were arranged so that the seating on the side nearest to the wall was actually an upholstered bench running the entire length of the wall, with regular chairs on the opposite side. At first Janis sat on the bench and I took the chair on the opposite side, but since it was actually a table for four and we were having difficulty hearing what the other was saying I decided to move over to sit next to her instead.

As I took my seat Janis smiled at me and said, “That’s better! Now we can talk without shouting at each other.” She put emphasis on her statement by patting me on my leg, and her touch felt like a jolt of electricity going through me. I don’t know if it was her touch or simply because I hadn’t had real contact with a woman for several months, but the effect was immediate as my cock became instantly hard.

I was about to respond to her comment when the waiter appeared to take our order and the distraction of talking to him provided some relaxation for my engorged tool. We decided to order two entrees and then share them and I chose a bottle of French Sancerre which went well with our choice. We didn’t have to wait very long before the waiter returned with the wine and after she tasted it Janis complimented my on my choice.

Our dinner was very enjoyable but we had soon consumed all of the wine so I ordered another bottle. As dinner progressed I became increasingly aware of Janis’ thigh close up to mine and all through dinner I had a raging erection throbbing in my pants. The one moment I vividly remember during dinner was when my napkin slipped from my lap on to the floor and as I bent down to retrieve it I felt Janis’ hand brush across the front of my pants coming into direct contact with my throbbing cock. It happened so casually that it may have been accidental, but I couldn’t be certain.

We finished our meal and decided to skip dessert, content to have a final glass of wine each as we polished off the second bottle. The waiter brought the bill to me, but as I was pulling out my wallet to extract my credit card, Janis said, “No, please, dinner’s on me!”

I told her I wouldn’t hear of it, going on to say, “I’ve never had a woman pay for me, so I’m certainly not going to start now!”

She murmured, “You’re very kind. How can I ever repay you?”

Jokingly I replied, “Well, I guess we’ll think of something!” Much to my surprise, she blushed and cast her eyes down. I thought I might have embarrassed her, so I hurriedly said, “No, no, don’t be embarrassed, I was only joking. There’s no need to repay me. To have the pleasure of your company is reward enough.”

She looked me in the eye and said with a faint smile on her lips, “Now you’re really embarrassing me!”

“Well, it’s the truth. When canlı kaçak bahis I first set eyes on you, I’d have never dreamed that we’d be having dinner together!”

“Well, we have and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it!”

“Perhaps we should do it again sometime. Perhaps when we return to Paris? Oh, but I forgot you have a boy friend there, so there’s not much chance of that, is there?”

“Maybe, we’ll see, eh?”

“Well, I hope so!” I said, as my heart sang, thinking, ‘I think she really likes me!’ At that point the waiter brought the credit card slip back for me to sign, so after that was done, I said, “Well, it looks like they’re getting ready to close. I can’t believe it’s already after twelve. Let’s see if we can get a cab back to my place, OK?”

“OK, I’m feeling quite sleepy after the wine.”

I asked the cashier, a gloomy looking elderly Indian lady, probably the owner’s mother, to call for a cab. She tried a couple of times but she said that there was no answer as they usually closed around this time of night. She suggested that we’d probably be able to hail a passing cab with no problem, so we went outside. It was a warm evening so I suggested we start walking in the direction of the apartment until we could get a cab. We set off and a couple of cabs passed us but they were occupied. With Janis’ high heels we had to walk slowly and she put her arm around my waist and I reciprocated by putting my right arm around her while I carried my bag in my left hand. It felt really good as she held me quite tightly and I was tempted to stop and kiss her, but something held me back.

We got to the end of the block and then crossed the street when the traffic light was in our favor, still looking for a cab but to no avail and I told her it was only two more blocks down to the street where the apartment was located. We continued walking and were about halfway down the street when suddenly Janis stumbled, breaking the heel of her right shoe. Fortunately, because we had our arms around each other, she didn’t fall or even twist her ankle, but when I looked at her shoe it was obvious we had a problem: she was not going to be able to walk with one shoe missing a heel while the other was still intact. I looked around still hoping a cab would come by, but still no luck there.

I was just considering what to do, when she grinned at me and said, “Well, I’ll just have to take the other one off and walk barefoot.”

“Really, are you serious?”

“Yes, of course. It’s not too far, is it?”

“No, it’s not too much further. But what about your stockings? They’re going to be ruined.”

“I’ll just take them off, too. I hate pantyhose anyway.”

“Here?”

“Of course.” She indicated a nearby shop doorway. “If you’ll stand guard, I’ll just duck in here and they’ll be off in a jiffy.”

“OK, then, if you’re sure.” For some reason I started to get aroused again as she slipped into the doorway and hiked up her dress. While looking up and down the street for any passers-by I managed to sneak a peek while she still had her skirt up and was rewarded with a good view of her lovely legs and even a glimpse of the swell of her ass cheeks. She looked so sexy as she quickly stripped her hose down past her knees then came over to me so she could lean on me to steady herself while she completed the removal of her hosiery. By this time my cock was fully erect and was hoping that it wasn’t too obvious in the dim light from the street lights. That may have been the case, but as luck would have it, Janis again accidentally, or seemingly so, brushed the front of my pants and felt the bulge lurking inside them.

She looked up quickly with a smirk, asking, “Oh, dear, did I cause that?” I was a little embarrassed that she had found out, so I simply nodded with a sheepish grin. While I was embarrassed I was also relieved that she now knew the effect she was having on me. She tucked her hose into her vanity case, where she had already put her shoes, then tucked her arm back around my waist. She looked up at me since now barefoot, she seemed four inches shorter, and said, “Shall we go?”

Without her high heels we were able to walk faster than before, even though we had to be careful where we were treading because she was barefoot, and within ten minutes we had walked the remaining distance to the apartment block. We had continued to walk with our arms around each others’ waists and I was feeling more and more confident that there was a good chance we would end up in bed together. My erection subsided only a little and I could feel dampness in my under shorts where the pre-cum had started to leak from the tip of my cock.

We took the elevator to the fourth floor and I quickly found that the company apartment no 4A was at the end of the corridor, occupying the north-western corner of the building. I deduced from the number and position of the doors that each apartment was located on a corner and when we entered I immediately saw that the roomy lounge, doubling as a dining room, had a window on each wall. The kitchen acted as a barrier between the bedrooms and the lounge and the bedrooms were side by side, each having its own bathroom. I showed Janis into the first bedroom, keeping my word that she could have her own room, while still hoping that we would only need to use one bedroom.

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Driving is difficult with an erection but that’s what happens when you receive a dirty phone call just before picking her up from the station.

The previous week has been full of phone calls, phone sex and masturbation when the conversation turns to her skimpy underwear, her shaved pussy and her swelling nips whilst she runs her vibrator over them, thinking of your dick sliding into her.

Arriving at the station you arrange your dick so as to not be so obvious in your aroused state when you walk up to the building. Her train pulls in and you wait. Your mind drifts back to those panties, her pussy dripping her dew into them. Some old dears get off the train, pulling their oversized trunks onto the platform, but you hardly notice them, your thoughts wandering over her silken nether lips, the texture of them on your tongue. A mother with her child in a pushchair disembarks. Still you wait. The erection in your pants is clearly evident now, a teenage girl walking past points it out to her friend and laughs, but you don’t care. Finally She climbs off the train and straight into your waiting arms.

You güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri have to stop from eating her in your kiss right there, don’t want the laughing kids to put you off from your aim, to get her home and naked as soon as you can.

Your erection seems almost painful in your trousers as you walk back to your car. As you talk about her journey your gaze crosses those breasts, the nipples almost visible through her light top. Your memory of those wonderful globes is of her hands carressing them through her bra, pulling the cups aside and holding them in her hands before kneading them, the nipples husky pink, standing to attention.

On the drive home her hand rests on your thigh then reaches for your dick, caressing you through the fabric, tickling the head, the precum leaking from you. She slowly tugs at your zip and slips her hand inside your trousers, stroking your hard rod through your boxers. She comments on how hard you are, how she wants to take you into her willing mouth and lick you, taste your cum in her mouth.

She wants to feel güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri this wondeful thing inside her, filling her pussy, making her want it more and more until her cunt spasms around it, making her cry out in thrills of extacy.

Your house doesn’t come soon enough, and your hand fumbles with the key as it shakes in anticipation.

You enter the front room her hand is on your shirt, the buttons almost flying off as she rips it from you to caress your chest before wandering to your trousers, the zip still open. She mutters how much she has wanted your dick in her mouth, how she wants to taste the juices that flow so freely from you, the scent of your manhood, the texture.

Her lips enfold you, sinking three inches over your head before flicking her tongue over the glans. Your balls twitch in reaction.

Your hands wander naturally over her head, through her hair, pulling her head onto you, wanting her to pull you in deeper, deep into her throat.

You feel you can take no more, you pull her from you, you don’t want to cum there, you want güvenilir bahis şirketleri to taste her as she has tasted you.

Pushing her to the floor you lift her skirt, pull aside her thong and plunge you head for her flower, your tongue tracing a line from her bare cleft down over her labia.

Around and around your tongue draws closer to her centre, the flowing musk of her pussy, lapping on the edge before dipping into her sex. Her juices flow onto your tongue and you savour the taste, the milky fluid as you swallow, the aroma filling your nostrils as this woman groans under your touch.

“Fuck me” she pleads and you move. Covering her, both mainly dressed you thrust your loins to meet hers. Your dick feels little resistance as you pass her entrance to bury yourself within her.

You move frantically, the pressure building once more in your balls, and all of a sudden you are over the edge, past the point of no return.

Your senses explode when you cum inside her, spreading your seed in the place it belongs, deep within this woman. She has come to you to treat her how she loves, to be used and used over and over again. You never want this feeling to end and you continue to stroke her from within. Her own orgasm builds, she pulls you deeper and she cums, her mouth open, her eyes closed.

You know there will be more, but right now this is bliss and you wish it would never end.

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It was 11 o’clock before we got to the hotel, both exhausted after the long day. I helped her unzip her wedding dress, and she eased out of it, seeming shy, somehow small. She crossed quickly to the other side of the bed, crouching down in front of her suitcase to retrieve her pajamas. She put them on before standing up.

“I think you’re beautiful,” I told her, half-asleep already. I managed to take off my pants, socks, and dress shirt before my head hit the pillow. Her nervous, curious glances between my crotch and my face didn’t go unnoticed, but I was way too tired.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” she murmured, laying down cautiously next to me. She rested her hand experimentally on my belly.

I leaned over to touch my forehead to hers. “Me neither. But I’m really glad we are.”

“Did you want to . . .” Her voice trailed off sleepily.

“Go to sleep?” I mumbled. “Yes.”

She turned over onto her side, then, and I turned toward her, putting an arm over her. The feel of her, soft and warm against me, was exactly right.

“Hey, you know what?” I asked, sliding sideways into a dream. “I love you.”

The last thing I heard was her laugh, and the last thing I felt was her lifting my hand to kiss it.

–

She shifted against me, and I woke up to find my hardening cock between her butt cheeks. I tried (unsuccessfully) to stifle a groan. I wanted her. And I knew she was tired. My ungentlemanly dick didn’t care. Maybe I could just turn over and think about something else—

She moved again, pressing her bottom against me. This was going to get sticky soon. Literally. “Sweetie?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah?” she responded, not sounding particularly asleep, and pulled me closer to her.

“I really want to. . . uh. . . join with you.” Ugh, did I sound dumb. “Do you think . . .?”

Turning to face me, she reached down between us, finding my cock and touching it gingerly. “Yes,” she murmured. “I’m scared.”

I kissed her mouth then, for the second time in our entire lives, trying to remember what I’d read. Create desire. Go easy. Light. Gentle. “It’s just me,” I whispered. “I’m not going to do anything until you ask me to.”

She started blushing. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Ask?” I inquired, running a gentle hand down her side. “Or do it?”

“I mean, I don’t know—how do you—what do we call it?” I could feel her breathing starting to change.

“What do you want to call it?” I asked, letting my palm brush against one of her nipples. She inhaled sharply.

“Make . . . love?” she guessed, pressing her belly against mine, my cock trapped between us. I wanted her so much.

“Maybe I’ll just get naked, and you can do whatever you want to me until you feel comfortable?” I suggested. Don’t pressure a new bride into full intercourse. Allow her time to adjust. Find pleasurable activities she can direct. She may wish to see your nudity before she is comfortable revealing her own. She may be intimidated, and should be addressed with kindness and patience.

“Whatever I want?” she asked, a glint of trouble in her smile alongside the nervousness.

“I mean, within reason,” I clarified, sitting up enough to pull off my undershirt.

She sat up, watching me, and then reached over, resting her hand on my now-naked belly again. Only my underwear was between her and a fully-nude husband. “I want to see everything,” she murmured, her hand sliding lower. She dipped her fingers below the waistband, and I almost passed out.

“I want you to see me,” I murmured. “I want you to see me and hear me and feel me and touch me and taste me everywhere. And when you’re ready, I’ll repay the favor.”

She nudged me. “Stand up.”

I rose, facing her as I stood next to the bed, my cock hard and swollen, pressing against my underwear. “Do you want me to—”

Grabbing my underwear, she pulled it down to my knees, my cock springing free. She moved to the edge of the bed, swinging her legs down to the floor, embraced me, and kissed my belly.

An involuntary sound escaped my throat, and I stepped out of my underwear. As much as I wanted to guide her head to my cock and push myself into her mouth, I waited. “You are so good,” I managed, stroking her hair with one hand. “I love you.”

She reached up and circled her hand around my cock, pulling on it lightly, experimentally. “I love you too,” she answered, smiling up at me. “Do you like this?”

“Yes,” I choked. “It feels even better when you put your whole hand around and kind of . . . go up and down.”

“Like this?” she asked, starting to stroke me gently.

I couldn’t watch, for fear of going off, so only tipped my head back as her warm hand coaxed me closer. “Yeah, that’s really good,” I managed.

“But you said something about tasting,” she pointed out.

I almost lost it just hearing her say that. “If you want to put me in your mouth, you can,” I offered, swallowing hard. “Um, wives can . . . suck . . . their husband’s . . .”

“What do you call it?” she asked curiously, cupping my balls with the other hand, rolling them gently.

“My cock. What do you call illegal bahis yours?”

She paused for a moment. “I don’t think I do,” she admitted, glancing down at herself surreptitiously. “Mom said flower, but that’s such a little-kid name.”

“Vulva?” I suggested. This was good. It was distracting enough to avoid me coming on her face immediately.

“Pussy,” she decided, savoring the word. It was startling to hear her say it. “You’re going to put your cock in my pussy, and you’re going to make love to me. Because you’re my husband, and I’m your wife.”

My hips moved forward involuntarily, the head of my cock wet. I wanted her so badly.

She laughed. “You like when I talk dirty,” she grinned. She tugged on my hips, pulling me forward. “Come here. On top of me.”

“Can I . . . see you?” I asked, rubbing her shoulder. “Without your pajamas?”

Blushing a little, she looked down, then back up at me. She took a deep breath, unbuttoning her pajama top, and I helped slide it off her shoulders. Her breasts, her soft skin, the smooth curve of her were beautiful, and I knelt in front of her, between her legs, leaning in to kiss her mouth. “You’re gorgeous,” I breathed, my hands seeking her sides, needing to touch her. I settled them loosely at her waist.

She put her hands over mine and guided them to her breasts, closing her eyes. When my fingers brushed against her nipples, she shuddered, opening her legs faintly wider. I kissed her, sliding my hands gently but firmly down her body, rubbing her inner thighs. Gasping, she parted for me, and lifted her bottom for me to pull down her pants and underwear. I kissed my way up her legs, feeling her trembling under my hands. “I love you,” I confessed again. “I love you.”

She took my face in her hands and kissed me. “Come show me,” she murmured.

After a little maneuvering, I managed to lay her back and prop myself up over her. She pulled my head down for a long kiss. “Will you let me touch you?” I asked her, my heavy cock resting on her belly, leaking my fluids onto her.

“Touch me how?” she asked, looking a little concerned.

“With my fingers and my mouth. Before . . . you know.”

She didn’t answer, just kissed me and reached down to find my cock and begin stroking it again. It was distracting enough that I didn’t press the point. “What happens when your seed comes out?” she asked.

“Uh. . . it feels really good, and the seed kind of . . . sprays. It’s white. Gooey.”

“So usually that happens . . . inside?”

“Inside your . . . uh . . . pussy. Yes.”

“But it doesn’t have to, right?” Her fingers on me felt amazing. She was going to find out really soon if she kept that up.

I shook my head, having a hard time concentrating. “Um, if you keep doing that, uh . . . it’s gonna happen just like this.”

“That’s coming?” she asked.

I nodded, struggling to hold myself back, reaching for her hand. “Um, hang on, don’t—I’m really close, and I don’t want to come on your belly—”

She stopped, and the tingle at the base of my spine started to subside a little. “You want to come in my pussy,” she said matter-of-factly.

I tipped my head back and took a deep breath, then returned my eyes to hers. “I want to make you feel good,” I told her. “And it sounds like a lot of husbands go to sleep right after they come.”

Smiling up at me, she raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, we don’t want that yet.”

“Let me touch you?” I asked, kissing her gently. “Tell me what you like?”

After a conflicted pause, she nodded. “Ok.”

I ran my hands down her sides, feeling the goosebumps rise up. Her hips pushed up against me, and I kissed her again as I circled her nipple with my fingers. She gasped, grabbing me and holding me tight. “You’re so beautiful,” I told her, and ducked my head down to suck gently on her other nipple.

She cried out, digging her fingernails into my back, and I kept going, letting her excitement build, coming back up every so often to kiss her mouth. I slid a hand down to her pussy, gently parting her lips, feeling her wetness, and stroked her. Her hips started to roll, pressing against me. I backed up just enough to stroke the inside of her upper thighs firmly, continuing to kiss her.

“I need more,” she breathed. “I don’t know what more is. I need more.”

“Do you want my mouth?” I asked.

She shook her head, self-conscious again. “No, what if it’s dirty?”

“It’s not, and I want to taste it, but we don’t have to right now.”

She kissed me, and trailed a hand down her own belly, feeling the moisture my cock had deposited on her. She rubbed it into her skin. “I think I want . . .” Her voice trailed off, and she looked suddenly shy, nervous and desirous all at once.

It was agonizing, but I waited. I wanted to feel her tight, hot wetness along every inch of me. I wanted to move inside her over and over until I finally came, emptying myself into her. But more than anything else, I wanted to please her, to help her feel my love. What did she want? “Tell me, love. Anything you want.”

“Can we . . .?”

“Go back to sleep?” I asked, smiling illegal bahis siteleri at her.

She swatted my leg, grinning back. “You’re the man here, you take charge.”

“You’re the wife here,” I returned. “This is all about you. But if I had my way, I’d push my cock into your pussy and make love to you until we both came.”

Her breath caught, and she pulled me down for a fierce kiss. “Yes. Yes. Go inside me.”

“Sure you’re ready?” I asked, between her legs, on top of her, ready to enter her for the first time. “I know I want to, but if you aren’t ready, we won’t.”

She nodded, fire in her eyes despite a little hesitance, and spread herself wider for me.

I grabbed my hard cock and guided it toward her opening. Gently brushing the head against her entrance, I leaned forward and kissed her. “It’s going to stretch you,” I told her, with no source beyond my reading. I hoped they were right. “It’s going to hurt a little at first, but it’ll be easier if you try to relax, and then it’ll start feeling good. And if you need us to stop, or to change something, you’ll just tell me, ok?”

Swallowing hard, she nodded again, took my face in her hands, and kissed me.

I pressed into her. She was so hot and wet that I almost lost it after the first inch. “Oh, you feel so good,” I told her through gritted teeth. I stopped once I reached her maidenhead, both to hold myself off and to let her get used to me. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she echoed, starting to smile. She shifted a little, adjusting to me, her face concentrated. “They said it was like a tampon, but it’s not. This is weird.”

“If by weird you mean amazing, I agree,” I grinned, ducking my head to kiss her cheek. She was beautiful under me, her hair messy against the pillow, the angles of her face casting shadows in the half-light from the parking lot outside.

She kissed my mouth. “You’re being really patient.”

“We have the rest of our lives,” I pointed out, trying to distract myself from the heavy feeling in my balls.

“Is that how long it’s going to take?” she asked, moving against me, trying to draw me in deeper.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said, which was true. I didn’t tell her that I didn’t think I’d last very long once I had broken her seal and taken her fully.

“Just do it all at once,” she suggested, biting her bottom lip a tiny bit. “So we can get to the good part quicker.”

“Ok. Let’s do it.” She nodded, so I pulled back, then thrust forward as hard as I could.

“Oh!” she cried out as I tore through her hymen, sinking balls-deep into her. Her face shifted, pain and desire competing, and she grabbed me tightly. Her eyes were closed, her teeth gritted.

It took everything I had not to just lose myself inside her right then and there. Her tightness around me was all-consuming, a fog of sensation, and I wanted nothing more than to slam myself home a few more times and empty my balls into her. I forced myself to stay still. “I know, sweetie,” I gasped. “I love you. You feel so good–“

“You’re so big,” she moaned, her hips shifting as she struggled to accommodate me, not helping forestall my orgasm.

I took a deep breath, willing myself still, focusing on her face until she began to relax, opening her eyes. “It’s ok. There we go. Let’s try moving a little.” Pulling back just a touch before sliding back into her, I shuddered. The base of my spine was jolting, my cock electric, my balls charged. “I might not last long,” I finally confessed, starting to babble. “If it isn’t good this time, I promise I’ll help you with my mouth after, I want you to come, I want it to feel good for you, I–“

She grabbed my head and kissed me, her hips rising to mine, and when I tasted her hunger, my self-control broke. I began to stroke in and out of her, her tightness gripping my cock, our combined wetness easing the way. Every time I bottomed out inside her, I was sure my balls would betray me. It couldn’t get any better than this, could it?

Before long, she was pushing back against me more and more, her hips rising and falling with my thrusts. She groaned and grabbed my butt, trying to pull me even further into her. “More, more!” she demanded, and I slammed into her harder, my balls slapping against her. I couldn’t help but speed up, lost in the haze and heat. I felt her groan, distantly remembered something about a clitoris—

I picked myself up to look at our joining place. Sure enough, there was her nubbin, flushed and swollen, but there was our joining, too, my cock pistoning in and out of her, her taking all of me so deep, becoming mine, and seeing it almost tipped me over the edge. I looked back at her face, admired the sheen of sweat on her brow as she pushed herself onto me. She was so beautiful. Reaching down, I rubbed her clit with my thumb.

She reached up and pulled me back down to her, kissing my mouth hard, moaning into me. I arched my back, starving for her, ready to explode inside her, trying to hold out just a little longer, and her breathing got harder, her cries more intense—

As she screamed out, her legs locked around canlı bahis siteleri me, forcing me deep inside her. Her orgasm rippled around me, pulling me in, and I couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t resist the intensity of the feeling, our joining, her desire for me, my desire for her, our belonging—

I emptied myself into her, jet after jet of my seed bursting out of me. Each wave brought more, and she took it, rocking against me as I came hard inside her. “Oh, I can feel you, I can feel you,” she groaned, “it’s so good, so hot–“

With a grunt, I pulled almost all the way out, then snapped my hips forward, slamming my cock all the way into her. I wanted this feeling to last forever, the complete surrender, the complete joy, the complete pleasure. I wanted to spend the rest of my life making her come and then giving her everything I had. Her inner walls continued to stroke me, and contraction after contraction sent more of me flooding into her.

Finally, I let the last of my load go, shuddering on top of her while she held me. I could feel her contractions slowing, too, still occasionally rippling along my cock. I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to be held like this forever, joined with my favorite person in the world.

She laughed a little, smacking my butt with one hand, and with one last thrust up at me, she stilled. “Oh, wow.”

I grinned at her and kissed her mouth gently. “That was amazing. I love you.”

Sighing, she kissed me back. “Ditto.” An idea sparked behind her eyes. “Can we do that again?”

“In the morning,” I offered, a heavy fatigue setting in. “Yes, please.”

“Not right now?” she murmured, a little disappointment coloring her voice.

“Need a break,” I murmured. “But I want to. And I love you.” I rolled off her, reluctantly pulling out, and kissed her forehead. Before I knew it, I was asleep again.

–

I woke to her hand on my cock, working me back up to a raging erection. It was still dark outside. I groaned a little, feeling myself swell as she stroked me.

She leaned over and kissed me hard. “I need you again,” she murmured. “I need to feel you inside me.”

Nodding, still half asleep, I rolled on top of her and slid myself into her pussy, still slick with our combined fluids. She let out a breathy hiss, and I stopped, jolted awake. “You ok?” I asked, concerned.

“Yeah, just excited,” she whispered. “It feels so good.”

“Sometimes people are sore after their first time,” I said quietly. “If it hurts, we should stop, ok? I don’t want to hurt you.”

She kissed me deeply. “It is a little sore. But not in a bad way.”

Propping myself up on my elbows, I kissed her back, slower this time, and began to move gently inside her. I wanted to make this time last longer for her. I’d read that sometimes wives could come more than once, if husbands kept at it. A slow build increased my chances of putting off my own climax. Maybe this time I could wait out her waves.

It felt so peaceful to lay there with her this time, kissing and occasionally talking as we enjoyed each other. I kept my movement light inside her, trying not to think too much about the wet heat of her, the tight grip of her pussy around my cock.

She stroked her hands down my back languidly, pushing her tongue into my mouth as we kissed. The wet heat of our mouths together mirrored our joining, and I felt myself swell a little inside her. As much as I wanted to make this last, my animal self was waking up. Raising myself up off her, I lengthened my strokes. She groaned, arching her back and pushing up against me with each thrust, forcing me deeper.

It wasn’t long before the familiar sensation rose up, my balls tightening, getting ready to give her my seed. “You feel so good,” I panted, trying to keep myself steady, trying to stick to a rhythm.

Reaching up, she kissed me hard, pushed up against me harder. “You too, I love you, I love your cock–“

“I can’t—”

“Don’t,” she answered, her face intent, her eyes locked on mine, “don’t wait, do it, come inside me—”

Her words brought me to a bright cliff, and I hovered on the edge for a few more seconds, the pressure building as I started to boil over. “Oh, I’m gonna,” I warned her, “I’m gonna come in you—”

“Give it to me,” she moaned, her hips moving with mine, her body wild under me, “oh, I want it, I want your seed inside me, let me feel you—”

Her desire tipped me over, and a few thrusts later, I buried myself balls-deep inside her and let go with a shout. The spasms began to pulse through me, my seed erupting so violently I thought I’d pass out, and I couldn’t stop, grinding into her even as I came, jerking erratically against her.

“Oh, yeah, come in me!” she exclaimed, and another wave tore through me, bringing up more to flood her with. I thrust into her over and over, filling her, wanting to prolong this moment, the edge of pleasure so sharp it was almost pain. I could hear myself grunting as I claimed her, as my virgin bride became my wanton wife. I loved the way she begged for my cock, the keenness of her want. I loved the way her pussy felt around me, the way we were built for each other, the perfection of how we fit. I loved the way her wetness accepted me, the way my hardness opened her, the way she hungered for me, the way I longed to join with her. I had never felt this kind of belonging.

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My husband and I had been fooling around with another couple for months. I had been alone with them several times now and the four of us had played together more than once.

My husband’s job sent him out of town, sometimes for months at a time and this time I was left alone for the whole summer. At the same time Josh’s job changed his schedule and he started working night shifts. He was gone from 5pm to 5am 3 nights a week and Shell was left at home to fend for herself. One such Friday night she and I decided to go out and have a little fun without the boys.

I have some pretty dresses and I do try to look presentable all the time, but I have never been very interested in doing anything time consuming with my hair or makeup. Shell just loved to dress me up like a doll. She spent over an hour curling my blonde hair and painting my face with what seemed to me a ridiculous amount of eyeshadows and fancy brushes. I glanced in the mirror and hardly recognized my reflection, but I had to admit I looked smoking hot.

We went to our favorite bar and we drank way too much and danced until we were exhausted and sweaty. I love the way she moves when she dances. I wish I could be so graceful. The lights on the dance floor reflected off the specks of glitter in her makeup and she looked angelic. I hardly noticed any man that spoke to me. I was too proud to be on the arm of this gorgeous girl, even if everyone who saw us together likely assumed we were nothing more than friends.

We ran into some friends of my husband, who invited us to tag along to the next bar they were going to and we hopped in their cab, before asking where exactly we were going. Minutes later we pulled up in front of a strip club.

This was the first time Shell had ever been to one and she was less amused than I was. She likes to be the center of attention you see. That’s why she and I are closer than any other female friend she has ever had. I give her the kind of attention that she is used to only getting from men. I knew she didn’t have any interest in watching other women dance around and get all the attention, but we were already here and there was no turning back.

The boys that work with my husband disappeared immediately to a private table and I pulled Shell over to seats right next to the stage. She ordered a fruity little drink and I begged her to tolerate just a couple dances before she begged to leave and she begrudgingly accepted. The first girl on the stage was a little too skinny for my taste, but she was pretty. She came out in a nurse’s costume and wiggled and giggled her way out of it. She was left in a neon pink thong and black nipple tassels that she spun around to the delight of the many men in the room. Shell did not look amused. The dancer wound up on the floor gyrating and lifting and spreading her long tan legs. Eventually, she crawled over to us and asked what two beautiful girls were doing unescorted in such a place. I motioned to the table of drunk idiots who had brought us here. They were now surrounded by happy cocktail waitresses and private dancers, who were keeping them company and being rewarded handsomely for doing so.

She laughed and shook her head. “Those boys are in here every week, I don’t know why they’d abandon you two gorgeous ladies for us, but I’m glad to have you to myself!” She reached out for Shell’s hand and pulled her right up onto the stage with her. A bouncer appeared and placed a chair on the stage and Shell sat down. She was finally laughing and smiling, thrilled to be the center of attention again. She looked right at home in the spotlight. The sequins in her pink dress reflected the light like a thousand stars and the nearly nude dancer started dancing around her like she was a prop. She kissed her neck and ran her fingers through her long hair. She slid the thin straps of her dress off of her shoulders and honked her boobs. Shell couldn’t seem to stop giggling. She sat in Shell’s lap, her legs spread around her and did something I would describe as a slow back hand spring off of her, ending up in a handstand at her feet. Her long legs spread wide just below Shell’s face. The crowd was going crazy. Throwing money from all around. I was loving the show, proud that Shell was enjoying herself.

The dancer crawled back up to Shell and pulled the neck of her dress out a little, getting a peek at her huge tits. I was jealous, I never got to enjoy them without one of the boys around. And then, to my surprise, she buried her face in her bosom. She came up with a blue heart shaped sticker between her teeth and Shell turned a lovely shade of pink. She had worn little pasties instead of a bra since her dress was strapless and backless and the stripper had removed one with her mouth!!

Shell was pretty thoroughly embarrassed, but she was still smiling. The dancer helped her back off the stage and disappeared back behind the curtain. Shell and I had one more drink before calling a cab to take us back to her house.

They don’t have a guest bedroom and I was too drunk to drive home, so she invited me to share her bed and I accepted. We stripped bahis firmaları out of our sparkly dresses to sleep in our underwear. It’s funny that even though we’ve done some dirty dirty things together, when we were alone together I felt like she didn’t really want me to be attracted to her. It was like for her, that was a fun show she liked to put on for her boyfriend and without the audience she wasn’t interested. I had to try not to be turned on when she unzipped her dress and I could see the one remaining blue pasty covering her left nipple.

We were both drunk, and I have a tendency to say whatever’s on my mind, so when we crawled into bed I promptly admitted I was dying to snuggle her. She told me I was crazy, but she said I could. She was on her side facing away from me and I pulled her against me, spooning her from behind. At first I just draped my arm over her and I felt her arm under it. When I felt her relax and start to get comfortable, I couldn’t help but move my hand to see what she might let me get away with. I had always had Josh or Cameron waiting for his turn, when I had other chances to experiment with her. This time, I wanted to see what fun we could have alone and I had enough liquid courage to try it.

I started by running my fingers lightly over her arms. Gently brushing my fingers over hers and intertwining them. She grasped them back, just enough to encourage me to keep going. I pulled the blanket off of us and began running my hand down the side of her body from her shoulder down her slim waist and to her hip and thigh. I gathered her long hair and pulled it toward me and gently kissed the nape of her neck. I could smell her sweet floral perfume still, but her skin tasted salty from the heat and sweat of the dancing we had done most of the night.

I whispered into her ear that she could stop me if she wanted too, and she just nodded her head. I took that as approval and I kept going. I slipped my hand under her arm and cupped her left breast while I gently nibbled on her ear. I squeezed all of her breast that I could fit in my hand, and gently pinched and twisted her nipple. Her breathing was getting more labored. I felt her chest heave under my touch and she pushed her perfect round ass against my pelvis, as she arched her back in pleasure. Little whimpers were escaping her lips as I kissed and lightly licked my way down from her ear to her shoulder.

I sat up a little and pulled her shoulder toward me leaving her on her back and mostly underneath me. I slid one of my legs between hers and reveled in the amazing feeling of her smooth shaved legs against mine. I buried both my hands in her hair, massaging her scalp and stared at her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, but she looked completely at ease and had completely surrendered to whatever I might do to her. My hands still in her hair, I buried my face in her tits. They are so soft and warm and smooth. I love the way they feel against my tongue. I sucked one small hard nipple into my mouth and sucked lightly on it, while gently flicking and circling its center with my tongue. She let out a little moan. I was so wet just knowing that it was me and only me that was giving her such pleasure.

I pulled my hands back to her breasts and caressed them both gently, working over one nipple with my hand while the other remained in my mouth. I switched my mouth to the other breast, and my fingers moved to the other, still wet from my saliva. With one leg I slowly worked her legs apart and my thigh was now slowly grinding against her panties.

She finally started to touch me. Her hands found my shoulders and my scalp and she gently caressed me while I slowly worked my way back and forth across her chest. I crawled all the way on top of her and spread her legs wide so I could fit my body between them. I started squeezing her boobs just a little bit harder and gently biting her nipples and her moans and whimpers grew louder and more frequent. Her back arched and her hips writhed underneath me.

I crawled back up her body to her beautiful face and finally kissed her. She always surrenders to my kissing, I think she’s way more straight than me, but she can still appreciate the beauty of kissing another woman. Both our lips are soft and supple and taste of the mixture of flavors of our lip gloss. There’s no prickly stubble, like men always have and there’s there’s no urgency. Kissing her and touching her was more like a soft and slow massage than the groping and making out that happened when I was with a man. I loved every second of it.

With one hand I reached down between her legs and found that she was dripping wet. Her panties were soaked and I felt a huge rush of self satisfaction that I did that to her all on my own. I pulled at the sides, trying to wriggle them off her, while I still kissed her. She reached down herself and swiftly slid them down her hips and legs and flung them off onto the floor with her foot.

I was on my side against her and she was on her back now. I buried my face in her neck and her hair again, kissing her and sucking and nibbling every inch kaçak iddaa I could reach, but I also pulled her closest leg between mine and slipped my hand into the soft wet petals of her pussy. I had never really spent much time exploring her down there. The boys did most of that work, I wasn’t sure I could please her like that, but I was determined to try. The thigh of her left leg was between my legs and I pressed it firmly against my own pussy, grinding against it almost unknowingly while my hand explored the silky folds of her pussy. With two fingers, I circled over her clit and she shuddered. With the encouragement of her gasping and moaning I kept my fingers right there, tapping gently and pulsing over her throbbing clit. Meanwhile I grinded my pelvis harder against her thigh and I could feel an orgasm building. I took half a second to grab her hand and press it to my own breast before returning mine to her cunt. She obeyed my silent command and caressed and squeezed my breast, while I grinded my clit against her thigh. I have never cum like that before, without any form of penetration, with my panties still in place, but I felt an orgasm build and crest and my whole body rocked. My face buried in her fragrant hair, I involuntarily let out something between a moan and a sigh and collapsed for a moment while my whole body tingled with pleasure. Her fingers still expertly worked over my nipples, but she laughed a little. “Did you cum just from that?”

I nodded and chuckled. It took me a moment to compose myself, but when I did I pushed her back onto her back and positioned myself on top of her. I started kissing my way down her body from her neck, to her breasts, her stomach, and finally the crease of where her thigh met her hip. I pushed her legs wide apart and she made a little noise of protest. We had never tried this before, when all our experimenting had begun she had said that she didn’t want to eat each other out and I had agreed, but now…now I desperately longed to try it.

She tried to squeeze her legs back together, “I really want to. Just close your eyes. relax, and let me try, if it’s too weird I’ll stop” I pleaded. She hesitated, but she nodded in response and started to relax her legs, letting me push them wide again. I started kissing her inner thigh, one leg and then the other. I could feel her body starting to relax and her legs opening wider, giving me full access to her most intimate place. I started trailing my tongue over the lips and in each little crease. I breathed in her sweet scent, as I started kissing around her clit. I started with soft light strokes with my tongue and worked up to long deep laps at the center of her pleasure and I could hear little whimpers of happiness escape her lips. I licked and probed every inch of her pussy. I loved the way the silky wet skin of her vagina felt in my mouth. I loved the way she squirmed every time I found her clit.

My hands had been on her inner thighs holding them open, but she was completely surrendered to me now, so I started to use my hands to touch her as well. I slipped one finger inside her, while I lapped at her clit and she started to moan. I could hardly believe that my actions could get her so wet. Her juices were dripping down onto the sheets below me. I added a second finger and started slowly curling them upward, making a “come hither” motion and she started to squirm her hips and her breathing quickened. Still licking her clit, I worked a third finger inside her and started pumping them in and out. She was panting and gasping, and with every thrust I got deeper inside her. She was gripping the sheets at her hips and she was holding her legs as far apart for me as she could and pushing her pelvis into my face and into my hand. She was making noises I hadn’t even heard her make the times I had watched Josh eat her out. She cried out and I felt her cum. Her sweet juices flooded my mouth and I licked up every drop of her. I felt the most marvelous sense of accomplishment that I could do that for her.

I lay down beside her again and pulled her head to rest on my breast and gently ran my fingers through her beautiful hair as she fell asleep and soon so did I.

A few hours later, I heard the door to the house open and Josh was home. Shell slept soundly as he came up the stairs, but I stared at the door, eager to see his face when he found us, completely naked, our legs and bodies intertwined in his bed. He stood in the doorway admiring the view of our bodies in the moonlight as he slowly took off all of his clothes. He stared into my eyes the whole time. I could feel the heat of his lust from across the room.

He crawled over our bodies from the foot of the bed, and Shell finally woke up. He kissed her, but she pulled away from him and moved away from us both to the empty side of the bed. She mumbled that she didn’t want to have anymore sex and pulled the blanket up over her body. Josh pleaded with her, and she finally said, “Maybe Abby will, I’m too tired.”

“You’d be ok with that? She and I without you?” he whispered, his hand lovingly running the length of her body.

“It’s kaçak bahis fine. Have fun” She said matter-of-factly and started to fall back to sleep.

He turned to look at me and I nodded nervously. He knew damn well that I loved fucking him, but it wasn’t something we had ever spoken aloud. We both pretended that it was only Shell that I was interested in and he was just an accessory of hers that I didn’t mind playing with, but we both knew there was something fiery hot between us that we left unspoken for Shell and my husband’s sake. We had certainly never had an opportunity to be alone together, and we had both thought we never would.

He crawled over me and stood next to the bed and reached out for my hand. I gave it to him and he pulled me out of bed and led me down the stairs to the living room. Neither of us wore a stitch of clothing and being naked in the hallways and living room of someone else’s home was strangely exciting. My stomach was in knots. I didn’t know how I was supposed to act alone with him.

He stopped behind the couch and turned to face me and I was about to ask how we should proceed, I got out half the word “how” before he put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. His already rock hard cock was in my mouth before I could get out the rest of my sentence. It was an excellent solution to the awkward moment that might have existed. He pushed himself deep into my throat too fast and I gagged, but I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft until I was ready to take all of him again. I sucked hard and long and deep, the way I knew he loved it and he pulled and twisted my hair in his fingers grunting and moaning as quietly as he could manage, so we wouldn’t wake Shell. With my throat more relaxed, I worked him deep into my mouth and before long he announced that he was cumming and moved his hands from my head, so I could pull away and he could come on my tits. I think I surprised him by continuing to suck and bob up and down on his dick, until he exploded in my mouth. I had been wanting to taste his cum from the first time I helped Shell suck him off, but she always had that honor. It was the best I’d ever tasted, because it had no taste at all. It just felt like my mouth had been flooded with hot warm flavorless liquid and I swallowed every drop and licked him clean.

He has this unbelievable talent of cumming over and over and over again without even loosing his erection, so I knew there was plenty more to come. He pulled me up to standing again by my hair and kissed me hard. I wondered if he could taste himself in my mouth, but he didn’t hesitate to expertly probe my mouth with his until my knees felt weak. He is perhaps the best kisser I have ever had the pleasure of kissing and I loved the freedom of being able to melt completely into him without trying to pretend I wasn’t enjoying it “too much”. He turned my head and whispered in my ear, “You give the best head I have ever gotten.”

Before I could even process that complement he turned my whole body around and bent me over the back of the couch. I expected him to pound into me immediately, but he didn’t. He left me there, with my ass in the air and my pussy exposed and waiting for him for the longest few seconds of my life, while he put on a condom. When i thought I couldn’t stand another second of suspense, I felt his hand grasp my hip and then he used his other to guide his thick dick slowly into me. I let out too loud of a moan as he penetrated me and he shushed me. I put my hand over my own mouth, just incase any more involuntary noises threatened to escape me and he worked his cock in and out of my dripping wet hole. He moved slowly at first, working deeper and deeper with every thrust and when he had buried himself up to the base of his shaft, he started to move faster. I tilted my hips up giving his access to the depths of my body and I braced myself with the hand that wasn’t covering my mouth and tried to meet every thrust. I could feel his balls slap against my clit as he fucked me from behind and I had orgasm after orgasm and he pounded into me, until I could no longer support myself with my legs and I surrendered to him, no longer able to match his powerful thrusts. I felt his sweat drip onto my back and he grunted and sputtered and fucked me harder and faster until I finally felt him burst inside me.

He was still for a moment, basking in the glow of his orgasm. Then he pulled out and told me to get on the coffee table on my back. It took more strength than I knew I had to stand on my wobbly legs, but I walked around the couch to the coffee table and I laid down on it, only my calves dangling off the edge. The cold solid wood was shocking on my hot and sweaty skin, but it felt good. He pushed my legs open and knelt between them at the end of the table. He gripped my thighs and pulled my whole body toward him, so that my hips were just at the edge of the table, my sopping wet cunt pressed against his stomach. I could feel his still hard dick against my ass as he took a moment to explore my torso with his hands and mouth. He kissed and sucked and lightly bit my nipples, while he squeezed and massaged my breasts. I arched my back in pleasure and wrapped my legs tight around his body. He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear lobes, while I ached to have him inside me again.

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They’ve made a date to meet for lunch. She’s excited, but nervous, wondering if they’ll meet each other’s expectations and imaginings that have developed over the year or so they’ve been corresponding online and talking on the phone. But, she thinks, no matter what, it will be lovely to finally meet again this dear man she’s come to intimately know and care for. On another level, It will be especially fun to see him as he is the only person from her long-distant high school days that she’s had the opportunity to meet again now that she’s an adult.

She’s wearing a floral sun dress that hugs her curvy figure, with a low cut, but modest neckline. She’s got a little summer sweater on too, since the restaurant will most likely be cool. As she approaches the restaurant’s entrance, she nervously touches the pendant at her neck, her mother’s pendant, heart-shaped and covered with tiny diamonds. She adjusts the clasp of the pendant’s gold chain, moving it to the back of her neck where it belongs, and centers the pendant again.

As she opens the door to the restaurant, she catches a glimpse of her hand. Her nails are trimmed short, with a pretty shade of plum lacquer on them that coordinates nicely with her dress. She’s done her toenails the same color – she glances down and sees her little toes peeking out of her sandals. This prompts her to do her usual check for the gold band toe rings she wears on the second toe of each foot. “Yep, still there.” She never takes the rings off, but has a nervous habit of always checking to make sure they’re there.

After she steps inside the restaurant, she adjusts the rings on her hands, another nervous habit. She moves her mother’s huge diamond wedding set back to an upright position on her finger. It’s a little big for her, but she loves it and will always wear it. Then she adjusts her wedding ring on her other hand. She loves that ring too. When she first saw it in the jewelry store, she couldn’t even imagine having it, but her husband said, “Get it!” She smiles at the thought of her husband, and laughs to herself that she has to be very careful about what she admires when they are together, because he will always get it for her.

She tells the hostess that she’s meeting a friend, and she’ll wait up front till he arrives. She checks her watch again. She’s a few minutes early, but thinks she needs this extra time to calm down and quit blushing. She sits on the bench and crosses her legs, uncrosses her legs, jiggles her feet around, then decides to just stand up.

She sits back down again and opens her purse. She pulls out a little mirror to check her lipstick, as any self-respecting cosmetics rep would do. She’s got the same plum shade on her lips; yes, she is cosmetically coordinated today, even the eye shadow is working with “the look.” That reminds her, she takes her business card out of her purse, and a little sample of lipstick and gives it to the hostess. Never miss an opportunity to share her line of cosmetics!

She chuckles as she realizes that now she can “write off” this lunch as a business expense. Her chat with the hostess about cosmetics has taken her mind off of her nerves for a moment, and she’s feeling a bit more relaxed. As she turns to go back to the waiting area, she sees him enter the restaurant. She catches her breath, sighs softly, and her cheeks flush hot. She’s not sure what to do: approach him? just stand there? bolt from the room? In the brief moment from when she first saw him, he has looked up and seen her as well. She takes a few tentative steps in his direction as he walks toward her. Her heart is beating so fast that it’s making her temples throb.

As he gets nearer, she smiles shyly and mouths the word “Hi”.

No sounds come out, but he reads her lips and responds, “Hi!” in that charming Indiana drawl that she cherishes hearing. She begins to reach her hand out to him, which he takes and uses to pull her toward him into a hug. As she steps closer to him, she breathes in deeply to memorize his scent: his cologne is so sexy. It’s such a rush to finally be in his arms.

Their hug is warm and friendly, and she thinks to herself, “He’s the perfect height for hugging, our bodies fit together at just the right places.”

She’d like to stay in the embrace for hours, but since they’re standing in the doorway of the restaurant, they decide to disengage and get a table. He whispers into her ear before he lets her go, “Are you ok?” He knows how nervous she gets.

She smiles as she remembers their first phone conversation all those months ago. She was so flustered and surprised that he’d called her that he had to do most of the talking that night. She had finally relaxed about two hours into that marathon phone date. And unexpectedly, they’d both had their very first phone sex encounter during that conversation. On the phone and through their computers, they had quite a hot sexual relationship. Would they have those same passionate feelings for each other in a real-life encounter?

She illegal bahis smiles and whispers her response to his question into his ear, “Mmmm, I think I’m ok.” They are shown to a booth in the back corner of the dimly lit restaurant. As they scoot in and take the menus from the hostess, she’s glad that he’s able to carry the conversation, and comfortable enough to take charge. The hostess asks if they would like a drink. He answers for the both of them, and orders something from the bar.

It’s been many years since she’s had any alcohol, but she’s ready for a relaxing drink right now! She’s decided to follow his lead, and go wherever the afternoon (and he) takes her. After the hostess leaves them alone, he turns toward her and smiles, looking at her with his head cocked a bit to the side. Through smiling, narrowed, blue-gray eyes, he suggests, “Why don’t you move a little closer?”

She moves nearer and looks at him with her eyebrows raised, wordlessly asking, “Is this ok?” He smiles his approval.

“So, howya doing?” he asks. She giggles nervously. They know the most intimate of details about each other, and have made passionate love to each other on the internet and on the phone, but now, here in person, she’s suddenly very, very shy.

He was prepared for this, and takes charge again. He takes her hand in his, and shakes it a bit, as if to say, “get a grip, it’ll be ok.” As he begins to let go of her hand, she suddenly takes hold of HIS hands, holding both of them in hers. She loves men’s hands. She looks at his closely, intensely studying them. She begins to caress them, enjoying the smoothness of his skin, admiring the strength in them. She bends his hands at the wrists, and touches her palms to his palms, matching their sizes and enjoying the feeling of her hands being enveloped in his. She laces her fingers between his, and as they gently squeeze each other’s hands, she gets the courage to look up into his face.

As her soft brown eyes meet his, he smiles warmly at her again. This causes her to smile back, and let out a soft sigh. She feels dizzy now; she’s not touched a man other than her husband in this way in over 20 years. “Wow,” she thinks, “the smallest of touches can be so erotic and exciting.”

Just then, the waitress arrives with their drinks. They release their hold of each other and reach for the drinks she is handing them. The waitress asks if they are ready to order, or if they need more time. As they look at each other and chuckle, he answers, “Yes, we’ll need more time.”

She doesn’t know if she’ll be able to eat much, she’s afraid she won’t be able to eat at all. Noticing the drink that’s just been handed her, she decides to take a big sip of it to calm herself. It doesn’t take her long to nervously devour nearly half the big glass of strawberry margarita, a girlie drink he knew she’d enjoy, while absentmindedly staring at her menu.

She suddenly realizes she’s feeling a bit buzzed, but much better overall. She looks over at her “date”, to find him staring at her, with a bemused expression on his face. This causes her to smile, and her cheeks to flush again. “What?” she asks.

He just laughs, then asks, “Do you know what you’d like to order?” She has to admit that she’s not even begun to read the menu. He suggests they just get an appetizer to share and see how they feel after that. Sounds good to her, it was hurting her brain to try and figure out what to order.

With that bit of business out of the way, they can now focus back on each other: the reason they’ve met in the first place. He reaches out and caresses the back of her neck with his hand, “Wow, you’re warm,” he remarks.

She goes for the obvious and replies, “Ohhh baby, YOU make me hot!” They laugh; it’s easier to say these things over their computers; in person it comes out pretty funny-sounding.

She touches the top of his hand that’s gently massaging her neck and works her way up his wrist, his arm, to his shoulder. She’s immensely enjoying the feel of his skin as she squeezes his muscles along the path. She likes seeing the contrast between her milky white and his well-tanned skin.

When she reaches his neck, she caresses it and then works her fingers through the back of his dark, thick hair for awhile before moving to his ears. She traces a slow outline around them, then along his jaw line and chin. She reaches his lips with her fingers, and tentatively, shyly, touches them, outlining them, then moving her fingertips over their full surface. Unexpectedly, he opens his lips and takes one of her fingers into his mouth. This causes her to let out a fairly loud moaning sigh – which is a good thing, as she’d forgotten to breathe since she began touching him!

With her finger trapped between his lips, she looks into his eyes to see what he will do next. He slowly begins to suck on her finger, and she suddenly feels her clit begin to throb with excitement. “Ohhh man. Breathe, breathe, breathe,” she keeps reminding herself.

At this point, the illegal bahis siteleri waitress is back, and he releases her finger. Dammit. She takes her drink and chugs most of the rest of it down as he orders appetizers and schmoozes the waitress. When they’re alone again, she puts her hands in her lap and looks into his face. She’s feeling quite comfortable and much looser now. “Now, where were we?” he asks. They both smile. Boldly, she reaches her hand nearest him to rest it on his thigh. They’re in the back booth, and the tablecloth is long, so only they know where her hand is and what it just might do.

She can’t take it for very long before she MUST explore his leg. She enjoys the feel of his strong thigh through his slacks. And she loves the reaction this elicits from him. Now HE’S letting out a moaning sigh. “What?” she innocently asks.

“You tease,” he replies in a near whisper. They smile at each other again.

He moves his hand to her neck again, pulling his fingers through her dark auburn, shoulder length hair, then traces the same paths she took on his face. As he’s fingering her ear, he bends near and breathes hotly into it, sending a visible shiver throughout her entire body. Then she feels his warm lips lightly kissing her ear, and nearly orgasms as his expert tongue flicks around this very erotic area. “Oh…my…god…,” her mind is screaming.

Her hand, which had stopped its movement on his thigh when the action at her ear got interesting, suddenly took on a will of its own. Without ability to control it, she found her hand moving straight for his crotch. She took a first pass, gently touching the fly area of his Dockers. “Oh baby, he’s erect already!” races through her mind. When her hand stops over the erection, and presses ever-so-gently against it, their eyes meet again, and they both moan softly in unison, “Mmmmm…”

Just then the waitress appears with their appetizers. Now both are looking a bit flushed. He orders another round of drinks, and tells the waitress he’ll let her know if they need anything else. She takes the hint and disappears quickly.

Now SHE asks, “Hmmmm, where were we?” He takes her hand and places it back over his erection. “Ohhh, yes, I remember where we were!” she laughs.

He gets back to his activities as well. His fingertips are working their way around her face, feeling the softness of her skin, tracing the outline of her lips. Suddenly, she finds his thumb placed firmly between her lips. Her head drops back a bit and her eyes nearly close as she begins to sensuously, erotically, suck his thumb. She flicks her tongue around it, and gives it her best oral maneuvers.

She releases his thumb from her lips as she sees the waitress approaching with their drinks. After they are delivered, and the waitress is assured they don’t need anything further, they are blessedly alone again. They realize they haven’t touched the food in front of them yet. “We’d better have some of this, just to keep up appearances, don’t you think?” he asks.

“OK,” she replies. They nibble a bit at the food, but neither has much heart for it, they are more anxious to nibble at each other.

Without warning, he takes her face into his hands and brings it close to his. He looks intensely into her eyes. She is so wet, so throbbing down below that she can hardly breathe again. It makes her hot when he takes control. He guides her face to his lips and kisses her nose, her eyebrows, her cheeks, and then lightly brushes against her full, sensitive lips.

She can’t stand any more of the teasing, she MUST have his lips on hers, hard, firm, insistent, and NOW. He realizes this and obliges. Her arms move around his broad shoulders, hugging him as close to her as she can get him, her hands squeezing and tugging gently at the back of his hair. They stay locked in that passionate kiss for who-knows-how-long, just the two of them in their own private universe, tongues exploring mouths, kissing deeply, passionately, like they did that one erotic night all those years ago. It had been decades since their single encounter at a high school graduation party, but the memories of his kiss, his touch, had stayed vividly with her through the years.

When they finally stop for air, he moans, “Ohhh, baby.”

She can just barely manage, “Ohhh, Mark.” He kisses her a few more times, just with lips, before pulling back a bit and taking a drink. “Wow,” she says softly.

“Wow, indeed,” he replies. She looks at him and smiles, then takes her fingers and wipes a bit of her lipstick from his mouth.

“That shade is all wrong for you,” she chuckles. He just smiles, and wipes with his napkin to make sure he’s not wearing any more of her lipstick. “You’re ok now,” she assures him.

They both sip again from their drinks and pick a bit at the food in front of them. They begin to talk, to catch up on the news from each other’s lives since their last email correspondence. They laugh and joke and tease and flirt; two friends enjoying a canlı bahis siteleri lively conversation.

Suddenly, she stops nibbling at the appetizers and reaches out to touch him again. It’s just so wonderful to be near him in person after all this time, she can’t stand to not be touching him while she has the chance. She presses the front of his chest with her flat palm. Mens’ chests are another of her favorite things, and she loves the strong, solid chest she is exploring through his shirt.

She leans toward him slightly, and notices his eyes have dropped to her cleavage that is now visible from his angle of sight. She smiles and scrunches her shoulders together a bit to tease him with more. He can see the top of her low-cut lacy lavender bra from down her dress’s neckline. “You like?” she asks.

“Me like,” he answers.

“You can touch if you’d like,” she offers. He quickly glances around the nearly deserted restaurant, then begins with the back of his hand and fingers innocently brushing against the top of her chest. He pauses for a bit to rub back and forth between the two swells of flesh, then turns his hand over and with his whole palm and fingers envelopes as much of her breast as he can from the outside of her clothes, flicking his fingertips across her already hard nipple. She groans.

She desperately wants him to touch and squeeze her bare nipples between his fingers, to suck them with his lips, to gently bite them, to tease them into agonizing hardness. She’s aware of how wet she is again, and her clit is throbbing crazily.

She leans forward even more and whispers into his ear what she wants him to do to her nipples. As she is leaning toward him, her hands move, as if with a will of their own, toward his erection. She can’t stop herself before she’s unzipped his fly and is on a desperate mission to wrap her fingers around him. The need to touch him there has superseded all decorum. “Cool! He’s ‘gone commando’ today – no underwear to impede my mission!” she smiles to herself.

He groans as she makes contact with his bare, erect penis. She encircles it with her hand, rubbing the smooth skin of it gently up and down. As she rubs its large head back and forth across her palm, she feels a warm moistness coming from the tip. The urge to taste him is nearly overwhelming. Dare she bend her head down under the tablecloth and take what she craves? She doesn’t give a shit what happens, she’s going for it! “Cover me, I’m going down,” she says.

His eyes widen and he looks quickly around the restaurant. “No one is around, what the hell,” he thinks.

She takes his lovely head into her mouth, and licks up all the liquid she can from it. She knows she can’t stay down there for long, so she takes him as deeply into her mouth as he can go and works her tongue wildly all around him, sucking him sensuously in and out a few times for good measure. When she sits back up, she tells him, “Damn, you taste fine!” He just chuckles at this suddenly wild thing sitting next to him.

He looks at her, wondering what will happen next. With their eyes locked, she spreads her legs as wide as she can, and puts the leg closest to him up over his thigh. He quickly peaks under the tablecloth to make sure what he feels on his leg is really what he thinks it is. “Damn, girl,” he says quietly. She just smiles.

He needs no further invitation, and his hands move quickly below the tablecloth. He slides his hands under her dress, up her smooth thighs, and finds the little thong panties she’s wearing to be an easy thing to move aside. She groans, and not quietly either. When he feels how wet she is, he groans as well, and less quietly than he intended.

Now, his tactile memory of her from all those years ago, and his present-day imaginings of her are all lining up for him. With his whole hand, he covers her wet lips and mound, gently squeezing and vibrating back and forth with his hand. She softly orgasms from just that touch. His fingers explore her outer lips. Yes, they are just as he remembered, full and wet and scrumptious! She slides herself down a little in the booth, to open herself wider for him. She’s softly panting and moaning. He’s hoping the waitress doesn’t come back to check on them for awhile, as there is no way to disguise what he’s doing to her under that tablecloth.

He slides his middle finger between her pouty labia and runs it up and down her dripping inner lips. She stops breathing for a moment, then lets out a moan, which starts her breathing again. “Ohhhhh, Mark,” is all she can manage to say.

With only his finger to work with, he expertly brings her to another orgasm. Her eyes are closed and she is imagining that finger is his tongue. She wants more of him so badly. She’s GOT to find a way to have him, and have him NOW.

“I’ve got to go to the ladies room,” she pants.

“Oh, OK,” he says, with a bit of confusion in his voice. But he guesses to himself, “Well, when you gotta go, you gotta go…”

She straightens herself up, smooths her dress back down, and reaches for her purse. As she stands up from the booth, she leans over and whispers into his ear, “Ummm, don’t you need to go, too?” Then she softly kisses and lightly flicks her tongue over his ear and neck.

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It was another St. Louis summer. Sport could only be played in the morning or evening, the day was spent drinking ice tea and searching for shade, and the nights were hot and muggy. Becky lived in a little house on the edge of the city. Her parents ran a chain of restaurants- mainly burger joints and the like. They were wealthy but didn’t splash out too much.

Frankie played lacrosse with Becky. Becky had always been the better one, having a slimmer and more dainty figure, whereas Frankie was a little taller and not so coordinated, although had a beautifully smooth and curvy body.

This year, Becky’s parents had decided that they were going to a Caribbean island. It would have a more bearable heat and would be a wonderful experience too. And of course, Becky insisted that Frankie should accompany her. After all, they were best friends.

It was near the end of vacation, between the end of high school and the start of college, that the trip had been booked for. The plane was a regular Boeing- the usual commercial flight ones.

“God it’s hot in here.” Frankie fanned her sweaty face with a boarding pass.

“I know right? I’m just going to the loo okay?”

“Don’t leave me alone too long, that kid keeps looking at me.”

“An admirer perhaps?”

“A creepy one to be sure!”

Frankie watched as Becky picked her way down the aisle. They only had a quarter of the journey remaining now. Becky was short with straight chestnut hair that came to just below her little shoulders. She had a slim tummy with small breasts- Frankie guessed them to be an A cup. Her butt was delicate but probably firm.

Frankie looked down at herself. She had dark hair that was only slightly frizzy. It covered her breasts which were bigger, Frankie happily thought, than Becky’s. She was a B cup, 34B to be precise. Her bum was fleshier but soft enough to touch. Both the girls had smooth, shaven legs.

She couldn’t help but notice Becky’s ass move up, down, up, down, as strolled.

When they arrived, the weather was perfect. But just when the girls were unpacking, Becky’s parents came to the door.

“Honey, there’s been an accident. One of the restaurants set on fire. Dad and I have discussed it. We’ll return in 5 days. You’ll be alright here.”

“Really Mom?”

“Yes honey-bun. But we really have to go now. Behave!!”

She kissed her daughter goodbye and like that, the two girls were alone in the house.

“Aww honey-bunny aren’t you cute,” Frankie giggled.

“Hey! It’s honey-bun!”

“Okay little girl.”

“Shut up Frankie-pankie. Okay so I’m gonna go shower.”

Becky left Frankie unpacking and took a towel to the bathroom. She took her lilac T-Shirt off and threw it down by the sink. Next were her jeans which she peeled off to reveal her panties, black with pink dots and frilly edges, like her bra. Those were soon gone too. She looked herself over in the mirror. Her boobs were little and firm with brown nipples sticking out in the center. She had always had quite brown skin, like a permanent tan. But not as dark to say she was mixed race or Latino or anything like that. Her vagina was shaven but untouched. Her lips weren’t too accentuated beside her thighs, and she never touched herself. She had her shower, washing the shower gel across her back and front quickly. Then she rinsed it off and towelled beneath her legs and over her tummy. She laughed when she saw she had two droplets of water on her breasts- one from each nipple. She blew them off, one by one.

Then she walked back to the room. Frankie had finished packing and was waiting, towel in hand.

“You take for ages in the shower so be quick, alright?”

Frankie smiled. “Of course I will. Then let’s go shopping.”

“Oh my god. Yes. So definitely yes to shopping!”

Frankie took off her denim jacket and placed it neatly on the floor. Next was her green dress, which stayed on her stomach owing to the band of elastic at the top of it. She grabbed handfuls of the dress and yanked in off. She folded it and stacked in on top of her jacket. She had kicked off her sandals at the door and now she lifted her dark blue top above her head. And now she was only in her navy panties and bra, which she proceeded to take off. Her tits were perky and as Frankie proved, she could hold the underside of them in her palms with ease. They were full and big. Her pussy, as she had begun to call it, was unshaven. She stuck her forefinger inside, past the jungle of pubic hair. It was as warm as ever. She showed, washing the inside of her vagina with care, shampooing her mass of hair in that area too. She put in her forefinger again and flicked it up, brushing her large clitoris and sending a little jolt through her tummy. She wasn’t fat, but she had enough flesh so that she wasn’t über-skinny too. But then of course Becky had wanted her to be quick. She didn’t finger herself much, only once a week really, and even then, she was a virgin, and could only fit one finger inside without her labia stretching and hurting.

They both dressed. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Becky was in a soft grey top which had a low and baggy neckline, showing off her designer white bra. She wore white mini shorts and flip flops. Frankie was in a white t-shirt through which her vivid yellow bikini bra could be observed. She wore a frilly mini skirt which had a purple hem. She had turquoise socks and sneakers on too.

The first stop was the supermarket, where they bought all the essentials: sesame seed oil for cooking, flour, eggs, vegetables, fruit, bread- they had a five minute penis war with the baguettes, pretending they were a gay couple- and icing sugar. Then the other not-so-essential was the squirty UHT whipped cream that is so sweet and scrumptious.

Then the girls hit the clothes shops.

“Okay Frannie-“

“Stop it!” Frankie whined.

Becky giggled and pushed her shoulder, “Okay, okay stressy pants! Frankie. Let’s meet here in twenty minutes with the clothes we want and then well decide what we buy?”

“Yeh but don’t get too much?”

“Exactly.”

In twenty minutes they met by the changing room.

Frankie asked, “What have you got?”

“Okay. Here goes-“

“Oh no-“

“Nah just kidding I don’t have a huge list. I’ve got three pairs of panties, two bikinis, and these lovely pink shoes.”

She held them up in awe.

“Awwhh they’re so cute and sparkly!”

“I knew you’d love ’em.”

“Okay so I have six pairs of panties and bras -matching ones-, two skirts, and a T-Shirt.”

“Well let’s try your skirts first. I don’t think I even need to try the shoes, I just need the right size.”

“Okay.”

Frankie undid the zip on the back of her mini-skirt and pulled on the first skirt. It was pink with grey stripes.

“Frankie?”

“Yeh?”

“It’s hideous!”

“Right, I thought it might be so, I just saw a woman in it earlier and she looked so good. Anyway, moving on.”

Her next dress was a plain blue one, which both girls loved.

They kept on trying their chosen garments on until Frankie had only two sets of panties and bras left, and Becky had to choose whether to buy an extra bikini or not.

“See look,” Becky said as she undid her bra, “it’s fluorescent orange.”

Her bra fell to the floor and she did up the bikini.

“It’s nice but your nipples stick through.”

“I kinda like that.”

“Okay seriously, do you want to lose your cherry this holiday?”

“Definitely before college.”

“Me too.”

So they decided to buy that orange bikini top.

It was between a set of cream panties and bra which barely covered anything or these designer ones- green with black frilly edges and pink ribbon. They covered her boobs and enclosed both her pubic mound and the hair around it.

“Definitely that one. The green one.”

“Why?”

“Well your pubes don’t show, and it works well with the rest of your curves coz it bulges a teeny weeny bit out in a good way. Oh and you can still see your pubic hair, which you so love, pressing against it.”

“Do you really like it?”

Becky stood facing Frankie and cupped her pussy through her bikini bottom.

“Any guy would cum immediately if he were doing this. It’s sexy Frankie.”

They both giggled.

“Right, let’s go back, it’s nearly eleven.”

“In the evening?”

“Yep.”

“Haha wow!?”

The girls with their pointy baguettes and neat clothes sauntered home. They were sleeping in the same long sized bed, just coz they liked the company.

The next day was a pool day. They sat in the sun and browned their skin. They drank piña colada and lay reading books such as On The Road, The Road to Wigan Pier, and James Joyce’s Dubliners. Well- that was Frankie’s reading list for College. Becky was still attempting to immerse herself in 1715-1915: A Political History by 2 o’clock. By then, although vaguely interested in her book- or rather textbook- she had decided that the pool was just too enticing.

The house her parents had rented was set back from the beach a little, and had no neighbours too close. It had white walls with intersections of blue strips of the gutter and the window panes, and big glass windows and wooden paneling was built in as well.

As Becky went off to refill their glasses Frankie noted that her friend was right, her new panties did look pretty. When she lightly pressed the front of her crotch the fabric almost seemed bouncy due to the springy hair underneath.

Becky was coming back now. Frankie noted that her bikini bottoms had ridden up into her vagina. That’s a camel toe, she thought. She told Becky and the latter stuck her nails in and pulled it back into place. Her natural juices had wet the engulfed fabric and she now had a little wet stripe down the front of her triangle.

Sadly, as soon as Becky elegantly dived in, it started to rain. Then it began to hail. Becky bit her lip to stifle a giggle- every time a hailstone hit Frankie, she’d flinch and clench her butt cheeks together. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri Just as Frankie had told her she had had a camel toe, her best friend now had the same thing in her bum. But Becky thought it was kinda cute, so she didn’t make any remarks.

They stayed indoors for the rest of the day. At about 9 they got bored and opted for an early night. In the Caribbean there were these occasional storms, and yet it was still boiling hot. For this reason, the sheets were left off, but Frankie still wore her cotton trousers and white pyjama top, and Becky her soft orange onesie. Soon both the girls were deeply asleep.

The storm continued, with the hail ceasing but a heavy rain taking its place. Billowing clouds loomed over the island. Frankie rolled over in her sleep, colliding with Becky. Neither of them woke up. Their lips were pressed tightly together. Even their noses were squished up against the other’s nose.

Suddenly a crack of harsh thunder sounded and both the girls were awake. Their cheeks reddened and they both murmured and sheepishly wriggled away from each other. Frankie was asleep again in moments. Becky however was thinking.

Her lips were kind of dry, she thought. Soft, but dry. A bit like the outside of a lightly toasted marshmallow, when it’s not even gone brown yet.

Another clap of thunder. Becky shivered. All she could hear was the patter of rain. She rolled over a few times and carefully put her left leg through Frankie’s legs and pushed her right arm under her side and draped her left one over the side, meeting them in the middle, just under her soft bosom. She was hugging her cuddly friend in a way a koala might hug its mother. She pressed her head into the small of Frankie’s back and promptly fell asleep.

Frankie woke up and was slightly bemused. She remembered the accidentally kiss. But it dawned on her that Becky must’ve purposefully snuggled up to her. She removed herself from Becky’s thought grip and rolled her away, onto her back. She didn’t stir. She was breathing till of course, but those piña coladas must’ve had quite an effect on her. It is true though that she had had around sixteen of them. Frankie poked her face, gently. Nothing. She put her finger past Beckys’ lips and ran her finger tip over her smooth teeth. Nothing. She took Beckys hand and put in down her own trousers. She rubbed her friends hand over her clit for a while. Then she stopped, a little shocked by her actions. She brushed the hair form Becky’s face and patted her shoulder. She was about to get up when she thought a weird thought. She couldn’t could she?

Slowly she straddled Becky. She gently patted Becky’s chest. Then she squeezed her firm little tits. Then she ran down the stairs to the kitchen.

About an hour later Becky emerged, looking rested, in jeans and a T-Shirt.

“Hey.”

Frankie looked up. “Hey you.”

Becky sat down and drank some juice.

She looked up and quietly said, “Sorry about last night.”

“The kiss?”

“Uhh…yeh.”

“Or your cute cuddling?”

Becky went pink.

“Don’t worry Becky, Mommy’s here.”

Becky shook off Frankie’s hand. “Shut up you asshole.”

Silence.

“I liked it. The kiss.”

Becky was silent. Did she really like it or was she winding her up. She played along, being truthful but wary at the same time.

“Me too.”

Silence again.

Frankie suddenly got up, her chair scraping the floor. She leant down to Becky’s over the table and kissed her lips. Becky was shocked. But she stood up, holding Frankie’s arm. She opened her mouth and attacked with tongue. They maneuvered past the table and Becky pushed her over the back of the sofa. The kiss was wet and warm and soft and passionate and fast and Becky began to hump her hips against Frankie’s vulva. She could feel her pussy getting a little wet. Frankie on the other hand could feel her juices brimming and spilling into her panties. She picked up Becky and carried her to the room. She threw her down and stripped in second. Her pussy hair was dripping wet. She pulled Becky’s jeans down and then her panties. She pressed her boobs against Becky’s. They began to hump ferociously.

Frankie grunted. “Let’s scissor.”

They did so, sex against sex, Frankie’s pussy squelching on each impact with her cunty juices.

“Oh fuck Becky. Oh fuck. Oh harder.

Oh. Oh.”

Her moans became higher pitched.

Becky panted and leant forward, putting her head over Frankie’s shoulder, holding her back and brutally smashing her trembling slit against Frankie’s juicy sex.

Frankie came as soon as Becky started her orgasm. The petite girl’s pussy trembled and her hard nipples jiggled quickly up and down, her arms going limp. Frankie squirted all over the bed and even let out a little pee, shouting as she did so.

“Ohhh. Ohh. Ahhh. Fuckkkkk.” She roughly grabbed those little lips and kissed them and humped so damn quick, so damn hard. And her wetness seeped into the sheets. Finally she came down. She had made güvenilir bahis şirketleri marks in Becky’s tits where she had clenched them throughout her blazing squirting session.

Becky got up. And led Frankie downstairs. She put her on a deck chair beside the pool. She sat on her head. Frankie lightly bit on her best friends labia. She sucked those tight lips into her mouth and probed her pussy hole with her long fat to tongue. It was a matter of seconds before this innocent teen came again, a few drops of wetness rolling into Frankie’s gaping mouth.

Becky slid down Frankie’s body. She looked at the tangle of pubes. It was soaked. She pressed her nose into it and sucked some hair into her mouth, tasting Frankie’s natural juices. She put her hands in and stretched her lips. She winced in pain.

“God you’re tight.”

“So are you.”

Becky licked up and down the edges of her lips.

“Bloody hell you’re good.”

“Mm. Your- mmm -“

“-Fucking wet?”

“Yeh but oh god you’re tasting but no seriously your clit is massive. Look I can suck it.”

She slurped on Frankie’s big clit.

Suddenly she bit down on it and Frankie shrieked.

“Ahhhhhhhohohoh…”

She whimpered a little and tears sprung to her eyes. She had squirted all over Becky’s dirty face.

“That hurt.”

“You have a warm snatch.”

“I can even feel my pussy anymore.”

“I know.”

“Wait what?How?”

“You’re letting piss dribble from it.”

“Oh Jesus am I?” Frankie sat up and held her lips apart. The movement caused a stream to burst out onto Beckys’ lips. It kept coming. She got up and waddled to the pool, jumping in.

“Are you pissing in the pool!?”

“Fuck. Oh yes. Oh that’s better.”

Becky licked her lips. “It’s salty.”

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Come here.”

“Huh?”

“One. Two. Three- right you dirty whore. Eighteen years old and having pissy accidents! My god.”

Frankie was a little confused. She slowly got out of the pool. Becky pushed her down and just started spanking her ass.

“Oi fucking hell what the- OWW -what the fuck?!!”

She jumped up and slapped Becky. She picked her up by the feet and dragged her to the kitchen. She was a little angry and majorly horny. She whacked Becky’s firm ass with a rolling pin up her ass crack.

“Oh shit.” Becky started to cry.

Frankie slapped her cheeks harder and harder until they were beetroot red. Then she licked them, cooling them.

“There, there. Don’t cry baby. Shh it’s okay now. Hush baby.”

“Why?”

“Let’s not do that again.”

“I concur.”

The acts of fierce anger were over.

That evening the two girls, hand in hand, strolled down the road towards the beach.

“Hey Frankie?”

“Yeh?”

“We’re not an item. We’re just friends still right?”

“Yeh…though I wouldn’t mind going a bit further. Like not the spanking, that hurt, but licking an stuff, if you want to too?”

“I wouldn’t mind it. We can fall back on each other when we’re all alone, or spice up our sex lives if we get boyfriends, and just generally pleasure each other when we feel that way inclined.”

“Good plan. When are your parents back?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“It’s been that long already?”

“Yeh I know right!”

When the girls got to the beach, people were already partying. There was booze and guys in swimming trunks and chilled groups of girls from all over the island; from all over the world in fact.

Frankie spoke, eyeing a guy in a loincloth: “Lets split girl.”

He was rather athletic with big pecs and what looked like a tough stomach. His legs weren’t too chunky and muscly so if anything did go on, she wouldn’t be crushed and broken by him.

“Hey,” she shouted over the bass,”I’m Frankie.”

“Yo wazzup? I’m Phil. From England. How old are you?”

“Oh nice to meet you, eighteen you?”

“I’m 19, on a gap year, is that okay with you?”

“Yeh definitely. I’m from St. Louis, Miss-“

“-Missouri? Yeh I went there for a bit, saw the Cardinals play. I can’t say I understood that rule about tag though.”

“Oh it’s easier, basically- actually you know what don’t worry!”

“Aha okay. So you here in a group?”

“Just with my friend.”

“Do you have to meet up with her soon?”

“No. I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Yeh no that’s awesome. Awesome.” He paused, then said tentatively, “Hey do you wanna go someplace quieter?”

“Sure.”

He held her by the hand and led her off. She felt like a child being pulled along so she requested that he carry her. Soon she was bouncing on his back as he carried her piggy-back style. He was taller than her by about a foot, and had light brown wavy hair. It wasn’t too long tho, his fringe was short and neat.

They sat with their backs on a sand dune and talked and laughed and he pulled out a bottle of Cuban rum from somewhere under his loincloth.

In a few minutes they were kissing, and then frantically pulling each other’s cloths off. (His wasn’t so hard to take off.) It was as if they only had thirty seconds. In fact that had a whole night.

“Oh Phil.”

He took her breasts in her hands, kneading them. But he couldn’t wait long. He lifted her skirt and positioned himself.

“Gonna use a condom?”

“Oh yeh, fuck.”

He fumbled about.

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I watched him get out of his car as I unloaded the last of my gear. He was not bad looking; fit body, tall, dark hair, smiling eyes, salt and pepper goatee, a bit older than me. His dog bounded out of the car and came right up to me. I bent over to pet her and got a wet kiss on the hand. He walked over, leash in hand to retrieve her. We talked for a few minutes about the campsite, the weather, his drive and the book he was reading.

I headed over to my campsite and started to set up my tent. I could feel his stare. I turned to look and could tell he was undressing me with his eyes, I felt a pleasant tingle start to spread through me. He smiled at me with admiration, after all, how many women tent camp in the Sierras alone anymore? He wandered over to my campsite and we chatted a bit more as he laced up his hiking boots. He filled his water bottle at the spigot next to my camp and then he and the dog left for a hike.

I finished setting up my tent and the rest of my camp site. I was hungry so I sat down to have lunch. I watched the birds and the squirrels play. I listened to the wind in the trees. I felt completely at ease even though I was all alone. After I stowed my food in the bear box, filled my camelback and grabbed my survival knife, I set out on a hike of my own.

The plan to spend the weekend in the Sierras, camping above 8000 feet, was a last minute one. Several friends had begged me to drive them up to the trail head they liked to back pack from for one last trip of the summer. They invited me to go with them, but I was not quite up to that challenge. Rather than go home and pick them up the next day, I decided to grab my gear and tent camp for the night. Some fresh air, peace and quiet and a few small hikes sounded perfect!

My hike took me down a trail that lead to a large meadow. A small seasonal creek lazily meandered through the meadow before heading back into the trees. I wandered along the creek a ways, watching the water bugs skate over the top. I went back to the path and followed it along a hill until it reached the trees. Being alone, I decided against heading up into the trees, I wasn’t interested in seeing a mountain lion up close. I hiked back to the creek and found a large rock to stretch out on. The rock was taller than me and slanted at just the right angle to lie back on. I took off my camelback and knife and stretched out, hands laced behind my head to watch the clouds come in. The breeze blew my hair as the sun warmed my skin.

Laying there, thinking about the male hiker, I began to rub my breasts through my shirt. My nipples were rather canlı bahis perky. I looked around and seeing no one, I lifted my shirt and pulled my ample breasts out, caressing them. I took several pictures as my hands continued to massage my breasts. I pulled on my hardened nipples. I felt my clit begin to throb and I pulled harder. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. I lifted a breast to my mouth and sucked and bit on my sensitive nipple. My right hand slid down to rub my mound through my loose fitting pants. I pulled my lacy panties up so that they were tight against my now throbbing clit, making it ache. The roughness of the lace felt amazing. I couldn’t stand it. Right there, on the rock in the middle of the meadow, I slid my fingers inside my pants, under my panties and plunged them deep into my soaked pussy. My fingers deep, my palm rubbing my clit, my head thrown back, hair trailing, I fucked myself hard. It took only minutes before I was shaking and moaning in an intense orgasm. My pussy quivered against my fingers as I drove them in me over and over.

Shockwaves subsiding, I opened my eyes to see him, and his dog, standing there. He was watching me while his hand slowly rubbed the obvious bulge in his pants. I licked my lips and beckoned him to come join me. Telling the dog to stay, he slowly walked towards the rock, still rubbing himself. I could see a small, damp spot forming at the top of the outline of his manhood and wondered just how long he had been watching. His dog sat down on the grass at the foot of the rock. He climbed up the rock and kneeled in front of me. He parted my legs so that he could ease his body on top of mine. My heart was pounding. His lips took mine roughly and my whole body responded.

I arched into him and my already sensitive clit rubbed against the hardness in his jeans. He ground his cock against me, kissed me hard, and sucked my tongue into his mouth. His lips were firm and hungry. His tongue was forceful and tasted lightly of chocolate. He plunged his hands in my hair, holding my head to him. I sighed into our kiss. His hands found my breasts, loose under my shirt and he groaned as he began to pull on my nipples. I pushed up against him, grinding, feeling my clit throb, feeling a growing desire for this man I did not know. He rolled sideways, the rock rough on his knees and while lying on his side, slid his hand down the front of my pants, under my panties. He began to pinch and rub my hard clit. I reached over and stroked his cock through his jeans. His fingers slid in between my dripping lips. I moaned. He fingered my slit without mercy. I pushed my body up off the rock and immediately came bahis siteleri on his well trained fingers, shaking and gasping. My grip tightened on his cock and he groaned in pleasure.

He stood and pulled me up with him. He took my hand and led me off the rock to a semi-sheltered spot just behind it. You could just barely see the trail over the top of the rock. The ground was covered with soft grasses and weeds. He turned me around and forcefully pressed me against the rock. His hands were now rough on my breasts. His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned down and nibbled my earlobe. I moaned and pushed my ass firmly against his hardness. I could feel him throbbing through his pants. My hands slid back along his ass, holding him to me. I felt his hand entwined in my hair and he yanked me back, barring my neck, his mouth clamping, sucking. I cried out.

He growled in my ear, “Are you ready for me, slut? That’s what you are, isn’t it? A brazen little fuckslut.”

“Yes!!” I moaned as his lips took mine again.

Still standing behind me, he yanked down my pants and panties. He slammed his fingers in me, hard. I could hear how wet I was as his fingers assaulted my drenched pussy. His fingers moved in me hard and fast, bringing me ever closer to another orgasm. Just as I was about to cum he stopped. I heard his zipper come down. I turned to face him. His cock was standing at full attention, his pants now around his ankles. He pushed me down to my knees, his throbbing member in my face.

“Swallow it, slut,” he ordered.

He grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed his cock all the way into my willing throat, causing me to gag. I moaned as he fucked my face. He was so hard. I swallowed the pre-cum that was dripping down my throat. As my muscles contracted around him, he gasped. I began sucking long strokes from base to tip, swirling my tongue around his head before swallowing him again. My fist enveloped his shaft and I sucked and stroked in rhythm, my hand tight around his shaft, my tongue working his head. He called me his cocksucker, his cumslut, his toy. I moaned and sucked harder, so turned on it hurt. With his hand on the back of my head, he pulled my mouth hard onto his shaft. I felt him grow and knew he was about to cum. I took him all the way into my throat as he grunted and began shooting streams of thick cum down my gullet. I swallowed every drop, sucking it out of him like a straw. He did not soften so I continued to suck his still spasming cock.

He pulled me to my feet, plunging his fingers deep into my cunt. “Cum my little toy,” he growled. “Let me have your orgasm”.

As he slid two and then bahis şirketleri three fingers in me hard, I felt myself right on the edge. He stopped. “More please, so close,” I whimpered. “Please.”

He put his lips to my ear and whispered, “Shut your mouth, slut. There is someone coming. You don’t want to get caught again do you?” His eyes gleamed evilly. “Maybe you do. Maybe you want to be fucked by multiple men at this rock.”

His words made me cum, HARD. His fingers, still buried in me, pushed against my g-spot causing me to squirt. My juices gushed into his hand. He clamped his free hand over my mouth to muffle my cries. My muscles contracted on his fingers over and over again. He slid his fingers out of me and pinched my clit. I groaned. I saw the hikers pause, look around and seeing nothing, continue along the trail.

As the hikers moved on, oblivious to our presence, I felt his cock against my pussy. “F-u-c-k-m-e,” I pleaded. “Fuck me, make me your slut. I want you to use me.”

He pulled my leg up almost to his shoulder and slammed in me, hard. I cried out against shoulder, biting it. His cock filled me so well. I could feel each vein, each ridge as he slid in and out of me faster and faster. I hiked my leg up over his arm higher as he slammed into me. “Take it bitch,” he growled. “Take it all.”

My pussy tightened as I pulled him in deeper. My nails dug into his shoulders and back as he fucked me. His hands reached around and grabbed my ass, lifting me onto his cock. My back was pressed against the rock as he fucked me harder and harder, using me for his pleasure. He grunted with each slam of his cock, assaulting my receptive pussy. I felt him grow larger still inside me. I knew he was about to let go. I used my experienced muscles to push against him, tightening to the point of extreme pleasure. The sensation caused me to explode, yet again, this time on his cock, squirting my juices over his shaft and onto his thighs. One final thrust and I felt him spasm and unload deep in me. His body pressed me into the rock. His cock shuddered inside me. Tightening and releasing, I milked every drop of cum out of his balls. We dropped to the ground, spent. He pulled my face to his and kissed me a final time, softer. His lips lingered on mine. We both leaned back against the rock to catch our breath.

He stood, pulled up his pants, grabbed his water bottle and looked down at me with a devilish grin. “What a good little slut you are,” he teased. He called his dog, turned and headed back up the path towards the parking lot. I sat there for a few more minutes and reviewed our carnal sex like a movie reel running through my head. I stood, shakily, pulled on my panties and pants, and started back towards camp.

As I reached the trail head, I saw him back up and drive out of the parking lot. I realized then that I never had gotten his name…

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