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We had just finished lunch and were sitting on the deck in the backyard. It was beautiful out today. There was a cool breeze softly blowing giving the air a little chill to it but the clear skies and the beating sun made it perfect for sitting outside. I took a deep breath of clean air and smiled to myself at how good it felt going into my lungs.

Teagan smiled as she walked back outside from the house. She had just cleared the table and was bringing me a refill. She set the glass down in front of me and went to pull away. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. She giggled as I caught her neck and pulled her to my mouth. We kissed a few soft kisses before I let her go. She smiled her loving smile at me before she walked away. It was like she was floating across the deck now. She was so happy that I was home and changing my life for her and for the better.

I watched her squat down and look at her little garden box I had built for her on the deck. It was a big box with all sorts of herbs and flowers that she had picked out and planted for the box. It was growing late in the year now and it wouldn’t be there for much longer. The first real cold snap was predicted to sweep through the area in a couple of days.

She picked up the paint brush and dipped it into the paint can. I watched as the breeze softly tossed her hair around as she wiped the brush against the rim of the can to get off the access paint. She turned slightly and started painting the faded box with a fresh coat. I admired her long legs as they stretched from her body. They were tanned and toned and shined in the sunlight as she moved the brush across the wood slowly.

She could feel me watching her as she painted. She glanced over her shoulder at me and smiled. I smiled back as she giggled a little bringing her white teeth out from behind those big cherry lips I loved to kiss so much. She dipped the brush back into the can again and stretched around the side to get a spot she missed.

I looked away from her now and took a look around our big backyard. I was thankful for all I had as I looked at the leaves on the trees in their bright fall colors. In another couple of weeks they would be bare and most likely white would be covering everything.

I turned back to Teagan now and took another long look at her. Her shirt was pulled tight over her body as she stretched around the side still and painted. Her nipples pressing the fabric from her chest gave away the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra today. Something about that and the teasing upskirt shot always got me.

I pushed myself from my chair and stood. I silently walked over to her as she continued putting paint on the wood. She saw my shadow over her as I squatted down behind her. I spread my legs around her body and wrapped my arms around her. She gave a soft giggle as my arms pulled her into my body.

My lips found her neck as she tossed her head off to the side and cleared her hair out of the way. She giggled again as I kissed her tender skin. My hands traced the warm skin of her arms as she leaned into me a little and let me love on her. She turned her head into me and found my lips. They were playful kisses that brought out her smile. I loved how much she had been smiling lately.

My fingers left her arms and traced her legs now. I started at her knees and worked my way up her smooth skin all the way to her short little shorts. She turned away from me but left her neck exposed as she continued painting.

“I love you,” I whispered.

She growled her little growl as I found her neck again and kissed it tenderly again. My hands kept scratching her legs lightly as I went back to her knees then up them again. My lips moved from her neck down to her shoulder. I kissed the skin right where her shirt was resting on it. My hands curled around her legs and went further back until I was touching her butt now.

I gave it a gentle squeeze and felt the firm flesh in my hands. She moved over just a little to continue painting like nothing was going on. I moved with her but slipped my hand between her legs and touched her cunny from the back. She didn’t react as I traced her slit. I could feel the soft details of her middle as my finger went up and down it.

I moved her hair off the back of her neck and let it hang around her shoulder. My lips kissed her neck as my hand continued softly on her puss. She leaned into me just a little more as I touched and kissed her. I brought my hands up and cupped her butt again. She giggled when I felt the back of her legs where her shorts hugged them. I knew she liked to be touched there. I scratched her lightly before running my hand down her legs again.

I stopped at her knees before moving them back down her legs and finding my way between her legs. I touched her cunny again before I moved them to her hips. She turned back my way again and found my lips in another playful kiss. I continued up her hips and slipped my hands under her shirt this time. I touched the soft skin of her illegal bahis sides as I continued up.

She giggled as I tickled her a little. I was all the way up inside her shirt and at her breasts. She was bra free today as my hands curled around the soft mounds of flesh. Her nipples were between my pointer and middle finger as I pinched them a little. She moaned for the first time as I held her nipples and continued kissing her.

She turned her body a little more and leaned into me as I kissed her. We both started to stand as she turned to face me now. My hands still held her tits and twisted her nipples in a teasing way as we both stood face to face and kissed. Her hands started to travel up my chest under my shirt. It tickled me a little as I giggled into her kiss. She pulled away and smiled at me as I went to work on her neck again.

She backed away and smiled as she skipped a few steps away from me. She was playful and wanted me to chase her. I willingly played her game and caught her quickly. She laughed as I took her into my arms again and gently pushed her to the slider. She continued her little girl giggles as I pressed her against it. I found her neck again as she leaned against the frame and let me kiss her again.

My fingers started working on the button of her shorts. It opened and unzipped quickly as she let me work her neck. I hooked my thumbs around her shorts at her hips and let them slide down her butt. Once they cleared her cheeks I stopped and let gravity do the rest. They dropped to her bare feet on the deck as my hands cupped her supple butt and felt the flesh in my fingers.

She stood there leaning against the door frame as I knelt down and looked at her cunny. I kissed the top of her slit and licked a trail up to her navel. I held the shirt up and out of the way as I kissed her pelvis and the tattoo. She moaned softly letting me know she was loving what I was doing to her.

I took my time and kissed her skin. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I worked my way back down to her cunny again. Her clit was excited and exposed from the hood as I found it. I kissed it several times making her gasp as my mouth touched it. Her one leg parted slightly as I licked it now. I traced the sensitive bud with my tongue as she gasped in pleasure.

I looked up at her as she smiled down at me. It made me smile as she looked at me with those loving eyes. I folded her lips away from her cunt and licked her again. Her fingers curled around in my hair again as I tasted her. Her taste was so perfect. I licked further down her slit until I dipped my tongue into her wetness.

She opened her legs further and slumped down against the frame. It opened her up further to me and let me taste her more. She was already wet as my tongue dug into her center. I tasted her perfect juice as she panted above me. I licked her, twisting my tongue around her opening as my fingers held her open still.

She was panting harder as she turned her hips against me. I had to hold her ass with my other hand to keep her tight against my mouth. I pulled her tighter to my mouth as I moved back to her clit. Her hands released my hair now as she caught the bottom of her shirt. It quickly climbed her body and joined her shorts on the deck.

I looked up at her naked body as the sun struck it. Her skin was still flawless and perfect on her body. Her nipples were swollen and pointing hard off her body as she ran her hands down her sides before finding my head again. She pulled me up just a little as I sucked her clit into my mouth. I rolled the bean in my lips as she gasped loudly. I knew this was her warning so I didn’t stop. I kept chewing and rolling it around in my lips as she gripped my hair harder.

I slowed my pace as she got off. She panted hard above me as she climaxed. I let her clit go and tasted her cream. I licked it and spread it around her lips as I looked up at her. Her nose was wrinkled the way it always had when she got off. Her eyes were tightly shut in pleasure as she enjoyed my soft licks now.

I left her cunny and started to kiss my way back up her body. I reached her breasts and took a nipple into my mouth. Her fingers were already at my hips and working my shorts off my body. They dropped to my ankles as my cock sprang free. Her fingers curled around it and felt the tip. I was leaking my desire as her thumb swirled the wetness around my skin.

I released her one nipple before switching over to the other one. I sucked it into my mouth as she moaned her approval. I bit it softly to tease her before I let it go. I found her mouth and kissed her heavily. My hands ran down her back as I held her. I reached her butt and gave it another squeeze as she lifted one of her legs. I caught it in my hand and held it.

I moved forward more and pressed her against the frame more. My other hand gripped my cock as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I pressed it against her lips and felt her wetness. I started opening her up as she tipped her hips more illegal bahis siteleri to give me the angle. I slowly started to fill her. Her lips opened around my cock as I slipped into her wetness. I gasped at how wet she was as I slowly sank into her until our bodies met in the middle.

I used just my hips as I thrust into her. Her cunt was gripping me so tightly as I pressed into her. Her mouth found mine again as we became one right there on the deck. I was slow and unhurried as I made love to her. Just a slow turn of my hips as I pressed into her.

We stopped kissing and looked into each other’s eyes. My forehead was pressed against hers as I pushed deep into her again. Her breath panted into my face with each press of my body into hers. I looked at her swollen lips and wanted to kiss them again. Her eyes said everything just then. They said how happy she was and how much she loved me. She was happy I was making this change in my life for her.

I found her mouth again and kissed her deeply. They were soul kisses of love and passion. It was me telling her how much she meant to me. How much I was sorry for the way I had been acting before everything happened. That I would never let it get that bad again.

My other hand reached down and gripped her other leg. She didn’t hesitate and let me take her into my grip. I lifted her from the deck and pinned her against the wall as I turned just a little. It opened her up more and let me sink into her further. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I pressed into her deeply.

I stood on my toes as I drove my cock up into her. Her legs curled around my ass as she pulled me tighter to her body. We were panting heavily now as we crashed together and continued kissing. I was barely moving an inch in either direction but it was intense. So intense that my calves started to cramp up.

I pulled her from the wall and held her away from it for a minute. Her hips turned against me as I held her on the deck and let her sink into me. I turned us towards the table on the deck and walked towards it. I set her right on the edge of the table and found her mouth again. Her legs still held my body tightly as we both used our hips to meet each other in the middle.

Her legs released from my hips as I pressed into her deeply one more time. I slipped from her and moved back to sit in the chair. I took in the sight of her cunny as she started to follow me. She was still parted and leaking her wetness as she got off the table now.

Her legs parted around me as she settled in my lap. The light weight of her body felt perfect against my skin. She moved forward on my body putting her breasts right next to my face. I couldn’t help but take one into my mouth and chew on her nipple a little. Her soft growl let me know she approved of the attention I was giving them.

Her soft fingers curled around my cock as she lifted just slightly and pointed me to her lips. I felt my cock start to open her again as she let go and started to sink down on me. Inch by inch I slipped into her wetness until she was resting her weight on my lap again. She rested with me deep inside of her as I continued to tease her nipple.

She gripped the chair around my neck as she started to undulated her hips. Her cunt was so slippery and wet as she turned her hips and brought us pleasure. I traced her hips as they turned and plunged me deep into her wetness. I let her nipple go as I moaned in pleasure. She looked down at me as her mouth hung open in pleasure.

I loved that look of lust on her face. I watched her for a moment as she turned her hips. I slipped so easily inside her wetness. I went back to her breasts now. I found the opposite nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I sucked it hard as she gasped in pleasure above me. My hands gripped her hips and helped her drive me deep inside of her. She gasped each time I touched her core. I felt her legs squeezing tighter around me as she started bouncing a little faster.

I sucked on her nipple for a minute before releasing it. I looked at her neck and chest and saw how flush and turned on she was. The sun kissed her skin and showed me how tan and flawless she was. My lips found her collarbone as I started kissing her there. I kissed all the way up to her neck and throat. I left soft, wet little kisses on her throat as she growled above me. I felt her hips turning harder against me as her pants grew more urgent.

My hands started to pull her hips a little harder with each push of hers. It was my way of telling her I was growing closer with her. Her cunny was squeezing me hard and leaking her desire as she moaned loudly above me. I left her neck and pulled her mouth towards mine. She pulled me into a hard kiss as she panted hard above me.

Her thrusts into my lap were fast and powerful. I felt my cock touching deep inside of her as she pushed me deep into her. My cock started to swell against her squeezing cunt. My vision narrowed as I started filling her. My hands left her hips as I filled canlı bahis siteleri her deeply to pull her neck harder into my kiss. She gasped into my kiss as I gave her all I had.

Her warm body relaxed against mine as we kissed softly and recovered. Her hips were still moving in the afterglow as I looked at her eyes. Love, that’s what they said to me as she looked back at me. I closed mine and found her mouth in a long and slow kiss. Her tongue traced mine as she giggled a little and pulled my neck gently.

We must have spent a good ten minutes just resting there, holding and kissing each other. She finally pushed herself off of me and stood on shaky legs. She bent carefully to pick her clothes up off the deck before she disappeared for a minute. I remained right where I was and let the warmth of the sun soak into my skin.

“Jake?” she questioned. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “I’m just resting.”

“Ok,” she smiled in relief.

“I’m not as young as I used to be,” I joked.

“Come on old man,” she teased. “Get dressed before you scare the neighbors.”

“They probably got quite a show didn’t they?”

“I hope they enjoyed,” she joked. “I know I certainly did. I haven’t had shaky legs like that in a long time.”

“Why do you think I’m sitting here still?” I teased.

She leaned down and kissed me again before smiling. She returned to her project and started painting. I finally pushed myself out of the chair and grabbed my shorts from the deck. I slipped them back up my legs before heading inside to grab the guitar. I returned outside and started strumming to check the tune.

“If I could be the reason your hair’s a mess, the bass drum beatin way deep down in your chest…..”

She turned and smiled at me as I started singing to her again. She worked on her garden as I sang to her for a while. Eventually she sat in her chair and listened to me play. I went on and on for a long time singing everything I could think of and that I knew she liked.

“I wanna drink that shot of whiskey, I wanna smoke that cigarette…….”

She knew the words and sang her part perfectly. It brought a smile to my face as she hit her notes perfectly. I took a break after that and took a sip of my drink.

“Alright baby,” she smiled. “It’s time to get ready.”

“Is it that time already?” I asked.

“It’s almost four. Remember now, don’t push yourself too hard. You are just there to watch the girls shoot and give them some pointers. You can’t be running around with them like you normally do.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I sighed. “I’ll do my best to refrain from that.”

“Jake,” she sassed playfully. “Please.”

“Yes, boss,” I smiled. “Are tryouts still on Friday and Saturday?”

“Yes they are. Are you ready for it?”

“I should be,” I offered.

“If not, Rob and I can do it.”

“I’ll be ready. I haven’t forgotten what I’m doing out there.”

“Rob and I were ready just in case.”

“I got it baby.”

We pushed ourselves from the chairs and headed into the house. Teagan grabbed my shorts out of the drawer and tossed them to me. I looked over the old beat up shorts I had worn when I was at Duke. We had sure been through a lot together.

We were dressed and climbed into the car. She drove us towards the gym as my phone started ringing.

“Hey dad,” I answered.

“Jake,” he cheered.

“What can I help you with?”

“Well,” he started. “I have a golf match set up with those guys from the other dealership from across town. I was going to get Jason to golf with me but he can’t now. Something came up. Do you want to golf with me?”

“Tea?” I asked. “Can I go golfing with your dad tomorrow?”

“As long as you don’t stress yourself too much,” she smiled.

“It’s golf,” I chuckled. “Thom drives us around in a cart.”

“Have fun,” she giggled.

“What time?” I asked.

“845 in the morning,” he replied. “We can discuss it more at dinner. Are you guys still coming over?”

“I didn’t know we were,” I said.

“I asked your wife yesterday if you guys wanted to come over,” he chuckled.

“Did dad ask us to dinner tonight?” I questioned Teagan.

“Yeah, I forgot to mention that,” she sighed. “Is that ok?”

“Depends on what we are having,” I joked.

“Standing rib roast,” Thom said quickly.

“Well hell yeah then,” I laughed. “I wouldn’t miss that for nothing.”

“See you guys in a little while then.”

“Alright dad.”

I hung the phone up and looked at Teagan. “And you call me old. You are forgetting more and more all the time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she giggled softly. “Now I’m starting to know what you feel like.”

“It’s hell isn’t it?” I joked.

She made the turn into the parking lot at the school and parked the car by the door. We both strolled in hand in hand. I took in the smell of the gym. This was my sanctuary, my home, my peaceful place where life was checked at the door. I glanced up at the rafters and saw the third place banner. It sure would be nice to put another state championship banner up there I thought.

“Coach,” Tracy cheered. She flew my way and wrapped me up in a big hug. “It’s so good to see you back in the gym.”

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The last thing Gary expected was for Amber’s parents to show up. Thinking quickly, Gary came up with a plan and told Amber and Lance what he wanted them to do. Amber rushed into the attached garage (Taking the ring with her) As Gary and Lance sprinted up the stairs to Amber’s room. They turned the corner at the top of the stairs as the front door swung open.

Mrs. Harris walked in carrying a grocery bag. She sat it on the counter as the attached garage door opened and Amber popped in.

“Hi Mom,” Amber said, smiling as if mildly surprised to see her mother home so early, “I thought you’d be out shopping much later. Where’s Daddy?”

Mrs. Harris jumped when the garage door opened. “Amber,” She breathed in relief, “What in the world were you doing out in the garage? Your father is picking up branches in the front yard. You know he can’t stand to leave the yard looking like that..Oh, you know who we ran into at the mall? Kelly! She said she was going to come over later to talk to you about some new cheers. We asked her if she wanted to ride back with us and save herself a trip over later. She’s out with your dad right now.”

Amber blushed. “I was…looking for my cheerleader outfit.” She said, glancing nervously toward the front door to make sure her father and Kelly weren’t coming in. “I didn’t find it, but I did find this. Do you know if it belonged to Grandma?” She handed her mother the onyx ring.

Mrs. Harris felt the ring touch her palm and she froze.

Amber glanced at the door again. “Mom,” She began hurriedly, “Give me back the ring. Go up to my room and listen to Gary, He is a friend of Lance’s. You will obey every word he says. Go now.”

Mrs. Harris dropped the ring back into Amber’s hand as she turned and left the kitchen. She walked to the foot of the stairs and turned, slowly climbing them to the top. Amber heard Mrs. Harris open the door to her room just as her dad and Kelly walked in the front door. They tried to walk through at the same time but couldn’t fit. Mr. Harris stepped back to let Kelly come through first, both of them giggling like children.

Amber didn’t really like Kelly. She tolerated her because they were both on the same cheer squad. She resented the way her parents accepted Kelly like she was a member of the family. Amber felt more like a step child when Kelly came to “visit”.

“Hi dad!” Amber said, “Kelly! What a surprise!! Dad, could you give me a hand in the kitchen? I was going to make some lunch but I could really use a hand.”

“Hi kitten!” Mr. Harris, still grinning from ear to ear, said.. “Sure, I can give you a hand. Kelly, could you excuse us for just a second? I promise Amber will be back quicker than you can say jumpin’ jehosophat.”

Kelly glanced quickly at Amber. “Hi Amber,” She said, turning her eyes back to Mr. Harris. “Oh,” She said in an exasperated tone, “I suppose I can spare you for a few minutes.” As an after thought she added, “Hurry back Amber.”

As Amber led her father into the kitchen she wondered what was going on upstairs.

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When Mrs. Harris entered Amber’s room, Gary immediately noticed her eyes were slightly unfocused. “Mrs. Harris,” He said as she shut the door, “Please sit on the corner of Amber’s bed.”

Mrs. Harris walked to the edge of Amber’s bed and sat down slowly.

“Mrs. Harris,” Gary began, “What is your first name?”

Mrs. Harris gazed up into Gary’s eyes. “Why, it’s Angela.”

Gary nodded his head. “Mrs. Harris, from now on we will call you Angela. When I call you Angela you will feel a deep, comfortable, familiar warmth in your loins. Do you understand…..Angela?”

Mrs. Harris grinned a lop sided grin. She changed her position. “Oh…..yes.”

“Good,” Gary smiled at her, “Angela, from illegal bahis now on you will obey my every command. My desires are your desires. You will do anything and everything I tell you to do and you will find yourself doing it willingly. It will please you, because you want to please me. And it will excite you. Do you understand?”

Angela’s face held no expression. “Yes, I understand.”

“Is anyone else with you? Mr. Harris is here I presume?”

“Yes,” She said her voice a monotone, “And Kelly, a friend of Ambers. We ran into her at the mall.”

Gary’s eyebrows rose. Another surprise. “I want you to repeat my commands of you. And call me master. When you call me master you will feel a throbbing in your pussy, as if someone is sliding a finger inside you very slowly, a finger of electricity. Tell me what your instructions are.”

“Yes master,” Angela suddenly jerked upright, her eyes going wide. “I will obey your every command, master.” Her body shifted as she lifted her hips off the mattress, just a little. “Your desires are my desires, master.” She scooted her ass across the mattress and pulled back. A small moan escaped her lips. “I will do anything and everything you tell me to do master.” She moaned louder now, one hand pressing into the fold of her long skirt, between her legs. “I will find myself doing it willingly and it will please me, because I want to please you master.” The palm of her hand was moving slowly between her thighs now, pressing into the material of her skirt, and her words came out as a breath. “It will excite me. I understand master.”

Gary could smell her sex from where he was standing. He knew she was very excited. “Angela,” He began, “I want you to tell me what you think of Lance. Even though he is here in the room we are going to act as if he is not. You will tell me as if you are having a conversation with a close friend. As a matter of fact, as of now I am a close friend. I am considered a member of this family, as is Lance. Tell me.”

“Lance?” Angela’s eyes seemed to focus as they stared into mine. “I don’t really care much for him. He seems nice enough. He doesn’t seem like he’s all there. He makes me uncomfortable. He is not good enough for Amber.”

“Angela,” Gary said, grinning to himself, “I want you to reach under your sweater and undo your bra. Take it out and lay it on Amber’s bed.” He watched as she did as he commanded. “You will now stand. You will be aware of Lance being in the room with us. You will not remember our conversation about him. You will feel that uncomfortable feeling you mentioned. The closer he is to you the more you will feel it. You will not speak above a whisper unless I tell you otherwise. You will not resist anything.”

Angela rose from the bed. She glanced toward Lance and her hands clenched at her sides.

“Lance,” Gary said, turning toward the quarterback, “You heard what Angela said. Now is your chance to make friends with her.” He walked over to Lance and whispered something in his ear. Lance gave a lascivious grin. Lance looked at Angela and slowly moved toward her.

When Lance was standing directly in front of her he placed his hands on her sides and slowly let his fingers move up and down her waist. His hands touched her waist and slowly slid down her thighs, caressing her skirt. Slowly his hands rose back to her waist and began the pattern over.

Angela’s hands opened and closed. She turned her head, a slight sneer appearing. “What,” She began, her voice a whisper, but near frantic, “What do you think you are doing?”

“Angela,” Gary said, “Remember my commands. If you have something to say, say it to me. Remember what you call me and what affect it has.”

Angela turned her head toward Gary, her eyes meeting his, “Yes master,” She said, her hands opening and her fingers illegal bahis siteleri splaying as she said the word master. “Master,” She whispered, her hips moving forward just a little. Her eyes focused on Gary. “Master,” Her hips moved a little farther, as Lance continued to stroke her thighs through her skirt. “Why is Lance touching me, master?” Angela’s question came out as a breath, not a whisper. “I am very uncomfortable master.” Her hips moved forward into Lance’s touch as she said the word this time, and she moaned.

“Angela,” Gary said, “All this time you have felt uncomfortable around Lance?”

“Yes master,” She said. This time when she said the word her hands went to her waist and they began to follow Lance’s. They moved in the same direction as his, and when he changed direction she did too.

“Angela,” Gary said, smiling at Angela’s movements, “You are having an epiphany. All this time you thought you were uncomfortable around Lance. In reality you were attracted to him.”

“I,” Angela began, her eyes staring into Gary’s, surprise on her face, “I was master?” The tips of her fingers dropped suddenly to touch the tips of Lances’ as he continued stroking her skirt.

“Oh, yes,” Gary said. “You can feel it as he touches you. The more he touches you the more you want to be touched by him. You now realize that you have wanted him all this time. You watched him with Amber and you were envious. You felt Amber was too immature to introduce Lance to the joys of the female experience. She wasn’t…..worldly enough. She couldn’t behave the way you can behave.”

“Mmm, yes master,” Angela’s lips curled into a smile as her hips swayed, “I am worldly. I can teach him many things.” Angela’s hands stopped moving as she clutched her skirt in her fingers. Her eyes widened. “But master,” Angela said, “I am married! I can’t do this!”

“Yes,” Gary began, “You are married, Angela. But that makes it even more exciting. More excitement than you have had in a long time. You and Mr. Harris have a new relationship now. You both understand that you have…..other needs. Primal needs. These needs make your relationship even better. More exciting. You can feel it through every pore of your being. You no longer have any inhibitions. All is acceptable among us, your family.”

Gary stepped closer to Angela’s side. “You can feel your body responding. It’s so exciting to have your breasts free from their restraint, to feel the weave of your sweater rubbing against your nipples. You can feel your passion building with every stroke of Lance’s hands. When his fingers touch your flesh you will lose all control.”

“Yes,” Angela purred, her fingers kneading her skirt and making it rise over her knees, up over her thighs. Her hips swayed, thrusting forward as if tethered to Lance’s through some unseen medium. Gary stepped back.

He grinned with anticipation. Gary had often seen Mrs. Harris at the local mart and had even fantasized about her (When he wasn’t fantasizing about Mr. Harris). He had watched her walk, watched the sway of her hips, and wondered what she looked like under that material. Now he would find out. “Take off your sweater Angela.”

“Yes master.” Angela tossed her head back, her hair draping across her shoulders, a she wrapped her fingers in the neck of her sweater. She pulled it slowly over her shoulders letting the material rub against her breasts as long as she possibly could. A delicious moan escaped her throat as the hemline brushed her nipples.

Gary smiled. Angela was virtually an older clone of Amber. Her long blond hair draped her shoulders. Her breasts were perfect, just beginning to feel the weight of her age, and much larger, mature, than Ambers. Her stomach was ripped and she clearly worked out, perhaps with Amber. Gary told Lance to remove canlı bahis siteleri Angela’s panties.

Angela’s fingers pulled the skirt even higher as she moaned. Gary could see the outline of Angela’s panties on her thigh; plain white panties. He watched as Lance hooked his fingers into the material and slowly pulled them down.

Angela placed her hand on Lance’s head as she lifted a leg to step out. She felt his knuckles brush against her flesh as he pulled them down and she felt wild. As her last leg stepped out of those entrapping panties she grabbed his hair and pulled him up to her. She crushed him in an embrace as she wrapped her arms around his neck and smothered him with a deep, passionate kiss.

Lance moaned and began to undress. As he did Angela worked to remove her skirt without breaking their embrace. She helped Lance work his T-shirt over his shoulders and she stared in awe at his ripped body. She watched as he undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor. Her eyes opened wide.

“He,” she began, still staring; “His Mr. Happy is smaller than I expected.”

Gary grinned. “Angela, we don’t use words like “Mr. Happy” to describe our sexuality. We say what we mean. And we find it exciting. He is exactly what you need. Exactly what you want. And you want to make sure I can see you.”

“Yes,” Angela said, her voice a throaty whisper. She climbed onto the bed like a panther, crawling the length of it and turning to face Gary. Her breast swayed under their weight. “Lance,” She said, “I’ve waited a long time for this. I can’t wait any longer. I want to feel you inside me. Get behind me and fuck me. Slide that cock into my wet pussy.” As she said it her eyes lit with delight.

Lance climbed onto the bed and slid his cock into Angela. She moaned loudly as she felt him thrust into her. Her hips rose and dropped as she pushed against him, taking him as deeply as she could. She moaned with each thrust and shook her head from side to side, her hair flying in all directions with each toss.

They went at it for about ten minutes, Lance thrusting into Angela, her hips thrusting back to take him. She moaned as she felt her orgasm begin, then Lance changed his rhythm and she lost the feeling.

“It’s just not enough, is it?” Gary asked. As he began to speak Angela stopped moving and her head jerked up to stare into his eyes. Her lips turned into a pout as she tossed her head from side to side. “You need a little something extra.”

Angela nodded. Gary stepped forward to the edge of the bed and unzipped his pants. He pulled his massive cock out as Angela’s eyes opened the widest he had seen.

“My goodness,” Angela said as she licked her lips, “That is the biggest cock I have ever seen.” Her hips started moving against Lance again, faster and harder than before.

Gary tapped the head of his cock against Angela’s lips and said, “Open up and say ah!” Angela’s mouth opened eagerly and he pushed his cock inside, feeling her throat hum as she actually did try to say ah.

He pushed his cock into her mouth as Lance continued to pummel her from behind. He felt her writhe in front of him as he told her she could cum. Gary felt her body compact itself like a tightly wound spring. He felt her thrust up into Lance and felt her hum into his cock, clearly exploding all around him. She collapsed into the bed, falling away from Lance, but her lips never left Gary’s cock until he stepped away.

Gary pulled back and smiled. “Angela,” Gary began as Angela stared up at him with a dreamy look on her face, “I think it’s time to get dressed and go downstairs to entertain our guest. Take Lance with you.”

Angela got off the bed and kissed Gary on the cheek. “Thank you,” She whispered, “That is the best experience I have ever had. Mr. Harris has had some….difficulties in the last few years. I had to resort to pleasuring myself in recent times.”

Gary whispered something to Angela as she began to gather her clothes. As she put one leg into her skirt the door opened. Mr. Harris stepped inside and stared.

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ONE

As he closes the door for the last time, Marcus says, “Finally done. And it only took us a couple lifetimes.” Dripping sweat and panting from the exertion of moving into a new house.”

“It did not, you big baby. It’s only been a couple of hours.” Says Amber, his roommate and the love of Marcus’ life. “Besides, it wouldn’t have taken so long if you weren’t taking so many breaks. Lazy ass.” She giggles, she loved teasing him.

Marcus ignores her name calling and looks around. It’s not a very big apartment, one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room, but “it was theirs. The place wasn’t “new” per-say, but it was new to them and that suited them just fine. In all fairness, he wanted more room but Amber insisted they start small so she could always be near him. Yes she was sappy like that but she was his ‘Sappy Amber’.

“I was only taking breaks because I was doing all the heavy lifting!” he complained, still smiling. “If you actually picked up anything besides a box of pillows, I wouldn’t be so tired.” Which wasn’t completely a lie, she had carried boxes up two flights of stairs while marcus brought up the bed, dressers and coffee table.

Annoyed, Amber dropped the box of cookware, included inside was a particularly heavy skillet, right on Marcus’ foot. Marcus was a big guy, and didn’t hardly feel it. While it didn’t hurt as much, Marcus still danced around holding his foot in mock agony. “Oh my toe! Not just any toe, the big toe. You hurt big toe! Owowowowowow!!”

Amber was laughing so hard at his antics that she didn’t notice him stop jumping around, until he picked her up in his arms, legs thrown over one arm, her back supported by his other. ‘Like a baby in a cradle.’ Marcus thought to himself. And that is exactly how he saw her. Amber was Marcus’ Babygirl.

Amber was 5’3″ but 160 lbs. and carried it well. She had raven black hair, piercing light brown eyes, shaped like almonds and a curvy figure for a girl of Asian descent, but she never complained. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled in closer, her 34d breasts pushing into his chest. “Well my big strong protector. We have our own place, and no one can disturb us. But our television won’t arrive for another day by mail. What ever shall we do to pass the time?”

Marcus is 5’9″ 210 lbs. of muscle and love. He has dark brown eyes, black hair and brown skin. He is Native American and African American mixed into a somewhat intimidating figure. He picked her up and carried her so easily, as if she weighed nothing.

He sat on the couch, bringing her into his lap, and kissed her full on the lips. She was more than happy to reciprocate for her lover and protector. His tongue gliding across her lips, wanting access. She opens up to him and their tongues dance and move together. Her hands on his chest, moving up his neck to his hair, cut short as he prefers it. She grips his head and pulls him in closer. His strong hands grip and massage while they roam over her body, moving up her back, to her shoulders, pulling her closer, moving back down to squeeze her tight round ass through her tight jeans. Cupping and massaging her supple cheeks has her moaning into his mouth. She reaches down to pull his shirt up and off. When she bahis firmaları gets the garment out of her way, she begins to kiss and lick his chest, making sure to move to all the scars on his chest. He squeezes her ass harder while she sucks on his nipple making her moan and causing her to send vibrations through his nipple and draw out more moans from him.

He decides it’s time to turn the tables on his girlfriend and effortlessly picks her up again and places her on the couch, while he gets on his knees on the floor. He kisses her neck, moving up to kiss and lick behind her ear, making her moan his name and melt into the couch. He unbuttons her blouse and continues his attack downward, kissing every inch of skin he can reveal, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When the blouse comes down between her breasts, he unsnaps the front of the bra but leaves the cups in place and kisses and licks down the valley between her ample bosoms.

He takes his time, slowly worshipping Amber’s body, kissing down her stomach and tongue kissing her belly button while he unbuttons her jeans. She lifts her ass up off the couch while he slides them off her hips along with her panties. As soon as he sees her bald little pink pussy, lips full and red with arousal, he leans down to inhale her scent, while he reaches up to cup her glorious breasts. “Oh Goooood babe. Don’t tease me please.” Amber begs, trying to push her wet cunt up into his face. Marcus retreats back and uses his thumbs to spread her lips open, exposing her inner folds to his view. He blows on her clit lightly causing her to squirm and leak her lubrication. She’s trying to push his head into her cunt but he is too strong to allow it.

He wants to take his time. It’s so rare when they can be alone, and now that they have an apartment together, they are going to be alone a lot more often.

He sticks out his tongue to tease around the outside of her lips, above her clit and around again. “FUCK Marcus! Eat me you big fucking BRUTE! You’re gonna drive me crazy! EEEaaaaaatttt meeeeeee, pleeeeeaaase!!” well, since she said please. He stops his tongue at the bottom of her pussy, tasting the juices that have leaked out, backs up a bit until his tongue is on her rosebud, and gives her a hard strong lick through her lips and all the way up to her clit. “OHhhhhh FUCK!” she screams. “More Babyboy. Please, eat my pussy!” she was desperate and squirming around under him, so he relented and licked her wet pussy with new purpose, getting his tongue as deep inside as he could, French kissing her cunt, making her legs stay open with his hands, pinning her to the couch.

His licking and sucking now focused on her clit. Sending electric sparks shooting up her spine. She grabs her breasts, squeezing them, pulling on the nipples hard which only makes her wetter and gets her closer to a climax. Marcus wraps his lips around her clit and sucks, making her back arch. He slides two fingers into her hole and pumps them in and out, lashing her clit with his tongue while he sucks. The stimulation is too much and she soon reaches her peak. “Oh fuck, Marc baby. I-I’m gonna-cum- cum- CUMMING!” Her pussy clamps down on his invading digits trying to get them deeper. Her back arches and she pulls her nipples harder, drawing out her orgasm. As she comes down from her recent explosion Marcus undresses himself, not that he doesn’t want her to do it, but he kaçak iddaa can’t hold back any more. He needs his woman. When he is fully naked, his 8 in. long and 2 in. across cock standing out from his body curving upwards slightly, he gets on top of her, rubbing his cock head between her lips, to build lubrication.

She wraps her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and looks into his eyes, her own begging for the only penetration she has ever known, from the only man she has loved. He slides into her wet pussy slowly only a few inches, feeling her walls grasp and pull him in, and begins to rock back and forth giving her a little more of his cock in her pussy with each stroke. She feels him entering and stretching her walls with a deliciously slow pace she has come to crave over the years. She feels his cock go deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips, making her accommodate his meat. This is how it works, this is how it has always worked. He starts off slow so she can get use to his size then he takes her on an all-expenses paid trip to Pound Town.

She feels his balls firmly pressed against her ass and can feel him up in her stomach. “Okay babe, fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She begs. He wastes no time and grabs her hips pulling his cock almost all of the way out of her silken sheath before ramming all the way back home deep in her slit. “OH fuck Marcus!” she screams. He continues deep stroking inside his girlfriend over and over, deeper and deeper. She feels another orgasm coming already. “Marc im gonna cum baby, keep going. Right there, right there, yes yes yes ye-OOhhhhhhh fuck im C-CUMMING! Oh shit YEEEESSSSS!” she thrashes underneath him riding wave after wave if orgasmic pleasure, Calling out his name over and over along with profanities that would make the Devil himself blush.

This time when she comes down from her high her looks angry. “Whats wrong babe?” asks Marcus. Did he do something wrong? “Amber glares at him. You haven’t cum yet and I’ve cum twice. Don’t you think im sexy anymore?”

Marcus throws back his head and laughs.

“I don’t see what’s so funny, Marcus.” He was “Marcus” again. A few minutes ago it was “Marc” but whatever. Just something else he loved about her.

“Babe I haven’t come yet because I wanted to give you pleasure first. I had to look out the window and sing ABC’s to keep from blowing too soon. That’s how sexy you are to me.” She blushed at his praise but was still unhappy.

“Well,” she said, “Now it’s my turn to give you pleasure. Now be a dear and sit on the couch but don’t pull out, stay inside me and move me into your lap.” He did as she had commanded. He knew better than to keep arguing, letting her have her way was more fun for the both of them.

When she was properly straddled atop her brute Boy Toy, she began to grind her hips down on him effectively giving him stimulation and bringing him a slow buildup. Revenge for his earlier torture. While he was grinding on him, he put his hands on her hips and locked his lips around one of her nipples. She arched her back, pushing her ample tits in his face. “MMMMM yes baby, suck my tits, ohhh yes…” the pleasure from her nipples along with her grinding giving her more pleasure. “Damn you Marc, I was supposed to be giving you the pleasure…” She wined as yet another orgasm built within her. Marcus had her right where he wanted her. Luring her into his kaçak bahis final trap. “Oh shit im close babe. I’m soooo close. Why are you so damn selfless? I wanted you give you pleasure but im gonna cum again! Why babe?” he had her now.

“Because Babygirl,” he said in a low smooth voice, “Giving you pleasure IS my pleasure”

That was it. “Ma- Ma-ar-cus. Ihateyou-ihateyou-ihateyou OH FUCK I LOOVE YOU!!” She squirted on his lap, her head snapped back, eyes rolling in the back of her head, her juices dripping down his balls and some that splashed up his stomach was now dripping downward and she collapsed onto his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her, still buried in her treasure. It was chilly in the new place and he held her close to keep her warm. When she finally became coherent, she had a wicked gleam in her eye. He knew what came next. “I surrender my body to my Queen!” he said as he threw his hands up in the air, as if she was pointing a gun at him.

“Good,” she said. “That makes this easier.” She lifted up off his cock, coming out of her tight depths with a loud ‘pop’, slid off his lap, coming to rest on her knees between his legs, his hard cock still glistening with her juices. “This is just for you.” She grabbed both of her big tits and wrapped them around his cock, encasing them in pillowy softness. Cupping her tits from underneath and rubbing them against each other in opposite directions gave him the most incredible friction. But that wasn’t all. Then she began to talk. This is what always got Marcus off. Her dirty talk has inspired more cum shots from Marcus than he could remember. “Oh yes Babyboy, you gonna fuck my big titties? Ohhh so soft and warm wrapped around that big hard fuck stick. Mmmm” she sucks on the head while massaging his lenth with her tits. Licking her lips, “MMMMM I taste so goo on your cock Babyboy. I need more” and continues sucking on him, taking him as deep as she can whilst massaging his cock with her tits, using her tongue to press against his pisshole and the underside of the head. Moaning and sending vibrations along his length. He cant take much more.

“Amber, im gonna cum soon baby” Marcus says.

She starts bouncing her tits up and down on his cock, in a fucking rhythm. “Do you wanna cum Babyboy? Do you wanna spray my face and tits with that big hot load? Or should I keep sucking and take it all down my slutty throat?” she emphasizes the last line by sucking on the head for a second and pulling back with a loud ‘POP’ as his cock escapes her lips. “no, cum on my face baby. Cum on my face like the dirty whore I am so I can lick it all off my big fat tits. I’m your own fucking cum-whore Babyboy. Mark me with your seed. Cum on my face and in my mouth!” she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

He can’t hold back anymore. “Oh shit babe, here it cums. I can’t stop, im cumming im cumming, OH FUCK!” he cries as he squirts jet after jet of hot semen all over Amber’s face and tits. One shot hit right in her mouth, as she closed her mouth to swallow another hit just under her eye, and another on her chin. The last few spurts pooled between her cleavage and she licked and sucked it all up, never releasing his cock from her tit prison, until she grabbed the head in her mouth and deep throated it, cleaning his cock completely.

“MMMMM babe that was so damn good.” She said as she cuddled naked next to her man. “And now we have all the time in the world to do more of that.” She giggled, tracing the scars on his chest from when he first protected her. When she first knew she would love him forever… but that’s another story.

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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual, dubiously consensual or reluctant sexual situations.

*

Amy had now been married two months. Her husband, Johnny Larson, worked for his father, Ed Larson, selling real estate. Ed had built a successful real estate business from the ground up. He often would “flip” houses – buying dilapidated houses, fixing them up, and selling them for a good profit. Johnny, the son, had a business degree and, besides selling homes, managed the business. While Ed often did carpentry and masonry work himself, Johnny was more inclined to work in the office.

In fact, the entire family, except for Amy, worked for Ed’s company. Faye, his wife was the office manager and sometimes showed homes that were for sale or rent. Justin, Johnny’s 18 year old brother, was going to college part-time, but Ed had him doing any number of odd jobs. He was very good with technology and was currently upgrading the computers and network at the office.

A few months before Amy and Johnny wed, Ed had bought a huge, rambling home on several acres of land. The home had been sitting idle since its previous owner had died some two years previously. Ed bought the home, worked on it for a couple of months, installed a swimming pool, built a large patio, and moved in. He had originally planned on selling the home, but he and his wife, Faye, liked it so much that they had decided to make it their home. It still needed a lot of remodeling, which was Ed’s specialty.

Amy and Johnny had met in college, started dating, and soon were making plans to wed. Johnny was a strapping 6-3, with closely cropped dark brown hair, brown eyes, a very handsome face, and a slender, muscular body. Amy had never had a serious boyfriend, but was immediately taken with Johnny. He was funny, smart, and, most important to her, was very moral. On the first date he informed her that he had never had sex and was of the opinion that sex should be the province of marriage. Amy couldn’t believe her ears and was delighted, because that was exactly what she had been taught growing up.

Amy was a tall, slender, brown-eyed blonde. She was what her mother called a “late bloomer”, having gotten taller and prettier toward the end of her high school career. Her breasts had grown from an A cup to a B cup her senior year. Now, having just graduated from college, she wore a C cup bra, had an incredibly small waist, shapely legs, and a round bottom that filled out her jeans very nicely. Her degree was in English and, shortly after graduation, she landed a job teaching high school English grammar and literature. It was early July, now, however, and school would not start until late August. They had wed in May, not long after their college graduations.

When Johnny and Amy broke the news of their impending marriage to his parents, they immediately offered for them to live with them in the sprawling house until they could “get settled”. There was what Ed referred to as a “wing” of the house in which they could live. It had a large bedroom, a TV room that was large enough for a desk and printer, and a large bathroom. The only room they would have to share with their in-laws was the kitchen. Since Amy got along famously with her mother-in-law-to-be, she was ecstatic.

Many times, in the time leading up to the wedding, the young couple were tempted to give in and have sex. Amy had even asked him to show him his penis because she had never seen one in person, except the few times she had accidentally seen her father or one of her brothers peeing or changing clothes. They had been sitting in Johnny’s car, in the driveway, after a date to the movies. Johnny unzipped his pants, unbuckled and took out his long, throbbing, hard cock. Amy had gasped, amazed at the size and shiny, purple color and how wet it was. She wondered how she could possibly get that inside her, but assumed that it could be done. She secretly enjoyed watching pornography, even though she sometimes felt guilty when she rubbed herself to an orgasm while watching. She knew that, in those films, they never really seemed to have any problem getting the man’s penis, no matter how large, inside the woman.

Amy had reached out and rubbed the pre-cum on his cock-head and then down the shaft. Johnny had stopped her, telling her that she was going to make him cum. She had giggled and said, “I can’t wait until we are married and I can play with it every day.”

Johnny had told her that it was not fair that she got to see him, but he hadn’t seen her naked. They had settled on a compromise. She allowed him to play with her breasts over the top of her clothing. Johnny didn’t admit that just feeling of her clothed young breasts made him cum in his pants. He wondered if he might cum too quickly on their wedding night and thought how embarrassing that would be.

The wedding went off without a hitch. Ed was his son’s best man. Johnny’s 3 sisters were among Amy’s bridesmaids and her 3 brothers, along with Johnny’s 18-year old illegal bahis brother, Justin, were among his groomsmen. Afterward, Johnny’s parents drove them to the airport where they caught a plane to Hawaii for their honeymoon. They were so happy.

When, at long last, they got to their hotel room, Johnny went immediately and took a shower, wanting to be as fresh as possible for his new bride. When he came out of the bathroom, dressed only in a tight pair of boxer briefs, Amy was delighted. She thought he looked delicious; her nipples were throbbing with desire and she could feel how wet her panties were getting. She had worried so much about this night, but now realized that everything was going perfectly. She knew that sex might hurt a little the first time, but her love and desire for her husband should override that, she reasoned.

She kissed him, telling him how sexy he looked, then went into the bathroom, showered, and carefully donned her bridal lingerie – a white silky nightgown with a plunging neckline that came down barely below her crotch, a push-up bra that made her breasts look enormous, and translucent, lacey white panties. She examined herself in the mirror and, even though she was a modest woman, she knew she looked hot and desirable. Hundreds of men had commented on her looks during recent years, so she knew, academically, that she was attractive and sexy. She smiled at her reflection, winked, and took a deep breath before opening the door and presenting herself to her husband.

Johnny was lying in bed, uncovered, his penis already hard in anticipation of being with his new bride. He thought that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever known and he loved her with all his heart.

Then there she was in all of her near-naked glory. Johnny had secretly spied on his sisters and had been rewarded, from time to time, with a view of one of them totally nude, but it was nothing like this. This was his wife; his precious Amy. She was so beautiful and so sexy; she loved him and he loved her. She giggled that sweet giggle of hers and jumped in bed with him, pushing her chest against him and kissing his lips. Johnny felt as if he was about to cum already.

“I love you, Johnny Larson!” she laughed. “My husband!”

Johnny smiled, “I love you, Amy Larson! My wife! I love you so much, baby. You are so sexy!”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Husband Man,” she giggled as she reached and lay her hand on his prominent hard-on. “I want this!” she exclaimed, giving it a squeeze and rubbing her hand down its length.

Then it happened. “Oh shit, no!” Johnny cried, realizing that he was cumming in his underwear. He reached down, trying to cover himself, as he jumped from the bed and ran into the bathroom.

“Johnny, what?” Amy called as he slammed the bathroom door. Almost in tears, she suddenly realized what had happened. Johnny had prematurely ejaculated. She almost laughed. He was obviously embarrassed, but she was happy that he found her that exciting.

She walked over to the bathroom door and knocked. “Johnny, it’s okay. Come on back out. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not. I’m flattered!”

“I’ll be out in a minute,” came the reply.

Amy went back and lay on the bed, waiting on him. In a few minutes, Johnny came out of the bathroom, completely nude. Amy smiled at him, but her eyes were drawn to his penis, which was now flaccid and hanging down between his legs. It didn’t look big at all in this state.

Johnny sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, Amy. I guess I should have… you know…”

“Masturbated?” she smiled.

“That, yes!” he said as he managed a smile. “This is embarrassing, Amy. You’re just so sexy and I wanted everything to be perfect…”

“Everything is perfect, Johnny, Husband Man,” she giggled. “Lay down here and kiss me, lover.”

Johnny lay down and they began kissing. Amy took his hand and lay it between her legs, allowing him to feel her wetness. As they continued to kiss, Johnny pulled at the straps on her nightie and, with her help, took it off of her. She was now dressed only in her push-up bra, which really left very little to the imagination, and her transparent and very wet panties.

“Amy, you’re the sexiest woman on earth,” Johnny stated as he wrestled with her bra, which she unsnapped between her breasts, allowing it to fall open, allowing her husband to see her naked breasts for the first time. Johnny stared at them, in awe.

“You like, Baby?” she whispered. “You like your wife’s breasts, Husband Man?” she teased. She reached and grasped his rejuvenated cock, squeezing it.

“Fuck, Amy, I knew you were hot, but… FUCK!” he exclaimed. He reached for her flimsy, wet panties, and pulled them down her legs, as she eagerly spread her legs, displaying her recently shaved, bald pussy lips to his hungry gaze.

“I am all yours, Johnny. Do anything you want to me. I love you so much. I want that big COCK of yours inside my little wet pussy!” she smiled, noticing how her use illegal bahis siteleri of profanity registered excitement in his face. She normally never used any kind of profanity, but she was so hot and ready for sex that she felt like a wild animal. Her fear of pain was almost gone, eager as she was for this beautiful man, HER HUSBAND, to make love to her.

Johnny didn’t hesitate. He got between her legs, spread them as wide as he could and placed his swollen cock head on her opening.

“Slow, down, Johnny,” she laughed. “We’ve got all night! Or longer, if we need it!”

Johnny, however, was insane with lust. He pushed inside her, oblivious to her cries of pain.

“Johnny, STOP! NO! It hurts! Go slow! PLEASE JOHNNY!” she cried, the pain of him breaking her hymen almost overwhelming.

Johnny grabbed her ass cheeks and, leveraging himself, pushed inside her as deep as he could go. His young wife’s tears and cries of pain didn’t register; he could think of nothing but his need to spew his seed inside her. He stroked in and out of her young, thrashing body, as hard and fast as he could.

“Johnny! You’re RAPING ME! Stop! Oh it hurts so badddddd!” she yelled, over and over, but then suddenly realized that he was still – and she could feel the pulses of his cock pumping his cum inside her.

Johnny stopped pounding his new bride, knowing that he was about to cum again. He stroked into her hard and sank as deeply into her as he could as torrents of his seed filled her pussy. Satisfied, he fell onto her nakedly splayed body and sighed, contentedly.

Amy was sobbing with pain and disappointment. How could he treat her this way if he really loved her? All she wanted was for him to get off of her. This had been a mistake. Maybe they should have had sex before marriage. She got her hands under his shoulders and pushed upward, “Get the fuck OFF OF ME!” she yelled in his ear.

Johnny rolled off of her. “Are you mad?” he whispered.

She turned to look at him, tears streaming down her face. “You just raped me, Johnny! It hurt!”

“Raped you? You’re my wife. You told me you wanted me inside you. I did what you asked…,” he replied, exasperated.

“Johnny! It hurt! Why did you keep going when I told you to slow down? I was a virgin, not a whore!”

“Everybody knows that the first time hurts the woman. That’s over now. It will be better from now on, right,” he asked, puzzled.

“Johnny, you can’t be this stupid. Did you not know that you have to be careful the first time? That there has to be a lot of foreplay and that you have to go slow to minimize the pain? I’m hurting! Can’t you tell?”

Johnny looked into his wife’s face and reached to wipe away her tears. “I blew it,” he said. “I’m a dumb ass, okay? You just turned me on so much that I didn’t think about being careful. I love you. I messed up. Can you forgive me?”

Amy sobbed. She looked down at his deflated, bloody cock. She saw a small bloody spot on the sheets between her legs. She moved into his arms and cried, her chest heaving with her sorrowful sobs. “I don’t know if I ever want to have sex again, Johnny. That was awful! I love you, but I can’t do that again. Ever.”

______

The newlyweds spent days at the beach, took surfing lessons, attended a luau, watched Hulu dancers and many other things during their stay in Hawaii. Sex, however, was a disaster.

Johnny was trying to take more time with her. He learned to suck her breasts until she was squirming beneath him, telling him how good it felt. She taught him about her anatomy and how to touch her pussy to give her maximum pleasure. He showed her how to play with his cock and she was eager to kiss it and put it in her mouth. All of these things, however, resulted in one of two outcomes. On several occasions he ejaculated during foreplay. When they did manage to have sex, he was too rough with her, and shot his load within a few seconds. He seemed to be unaware of his wife’s need to climax.

Amy never had an orgasm during the entire honeymoon. She actually looked forward to getting home and having some privacy so she could play with herself. Johnny was so sexually appealing to her, but she wasn’t about to beg him to give her an orgasm. He should know, she reasoned, that his sex partner needed release just as he did. She hoped that, as time went on, that he would learn what she needed and give it to her. She loved him deeply; she didn’t want this to ruin her marriage and was determined that it wouldn’t.

When they got back home, living with Johnny’s parents, things didn’t get any better. Johnny often came while they were kissing and fondling and sometimes when he just gazed as his sexy young wife’s sexy body. He was very careful not to hurt her when he pushed himself inside her, but then couldn’t seem to control his pace and always came within a minute or so. Amy lay beneath him, feeling as if he was using her. Fortunately, it did feel good to her now, but she knew that he wasn’t going to canlı bahis siteleri give her an orgasm and soon just accepted that this was the way it was going to be.

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Johnny always got up early to go to work. Amy would get up and have breakfast with him, Johnny’s brother Justin, and her in-laws, then would either do house work or, sometimes, go back to bed. Her mother-in-law, Faye, was her husband’s office manager, so usually left for work when Johnny did. Sometimes they even rode together. Ed sometimes went into work, but often stayed home to work on several painting and refurbishing projects around the house. Justin usually went into work with Johnny and his mother unless Ed asked him to stay home to help with the remodeling project.

Amy often noticed how Ed would walk up behind Faye, pat her on the bottom, kiss her neck, or whisper in her ear. Amy knew that Johnny loved her, but he rarely did such things. A couple of times she had been watching when Ed kissed Faye’s neck, causing her to smile from ear to ear. She even winked at Amy, as if to say, ‘It’s wonderful to have a husband that treats me like this!’ Amy thought that they probably had a great sex life and found herself envious of their relationship.

One morning, Johnny, Justin and Faye had all left for work. Amy was washing and putting away breakfast dishes while chatting with her father-in-law, Ed. He was very interesting to her, having a wealth of knowledge about a wide range of things. He had been a history major; he knew how to do all kinds of carpentry and masonry; he liked to talk about politics; he loved sports and had played college football; and he even knew a great deal about the Bible. Besides that, he was very handsome.

Ed had played tight end at Georgia Tech when he was in college. He was 6-5, weighed about 220 pounds, and kept himself in great shape. His hair was brown, and was beginning to go gray around the ears. This, to Amy, made him look distinguished.

“So, Dad… I just can’t get used to calling you that, Mr. Larson,” she giggled, nervously, “Is Georgia Tech going to be any good this year?” she asked. Ed had suggested that she call him ‘Dad’, but she wasn’t used to it, yet. She always called her own father, ‘Daddy’, so she had to be very careful not to call him the wrong name.

“Can’t ever tell. They lost some good players to graduation, but they have some pretty good recruits. I guess you’re rooting for Alabama, right?” he teased, knowing full well that Amy was not an Alabama fan.

She threw a dishrag at him and put her hands on her hips. “I’m for whoever plays Alabama, Mr. Larson… Dad! You know that.”

Ed rose from the table, finishing the last of his coffee. He walked over to the sink and kissed his daughter-in-law’s forehead. “I know, Amy. I like to tease you. I’m going to be painting today. If you need anything, just come and find me, okay?” This small act of intimacy gave Amy a thrill. Johnny rarely kissed her, except in bed, or when she initiated it. Ed was a big, handsome guy, and she liked him very much. It was very pleasant to have him kiss her forehead or pat her shoulder…small gestures of affection.

Amy smiled. “Would you think I was lazy if I went back to bed for a while?”

“Yes. Very lazy,” he smiled. “But it’s okay with me. Enjoy it while you can. When school starts, you’ll never get a good night’s sleep. Sweet dreams!” he laughed and turned to go out of the kitchen.

Amy had other ideas. She entered and closed the door to their “wing”, as they called it. She went into the bedroom and took all her clothes off, then donned a frumpy housecoat that buttoned at the front. She left it unbuttoned as she went into their TV room and sat down at a small desk where her laptop was already open. She clicked the screen to wake it up, ensured that the VPN was on, went to private browsing and started surfing her favorite porn sites. She wasn’t getting any relief in the bedroom, so she was eager to get herself off. She felt a little bad about it, because she was of the opinion that pornography gave an unrealistic expectation of sex, but she needed release; watching porn never failed to give her the orgasms that she needed.

She soon found a scene of a young couple, supposedly married. The man was very muscular and handsome and quite well hung, although she didn’t think he was really any bigger than Johnny. The girl was very shapely, had a beautiful face, and a shaved pussy – just like Amy had. The scene began with lots of kissing and then the man began to unclothe his “wife”, taking the time to kiss and suck breasts, then kissing her tummy, before removing her panties and licking and sucking her pussy. Amy felt a pang of jealousy, wishing her own husband was as attentive. Johnny had never kissed or licked her pussy; Amy was very hesitant to tell him that was something she wanted to try.

The girl then started removing her “husband’s” clothing and was soon sucking his very stiff penis into her mouth, which he obviously loved. Amy loved doing this to Johnny, but he never failed to cum within a few seconds. She had no experience of taking it in her mouth, although she thought she could probably learn to like it, so she allowed his cum to spurt on his stomach and chest.

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All characters engaged in sexual activities are all eighteen years of age or older.

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Diana looked up from her book as a knock came at the front door.

She smiled when she heard Cindy yell, “It’s only me.”

Di went over and opened the door to the beaming face of her daughter-in-law.

“Sweetie,” Diana cried as she hugged and kissed Cindy.

Cindy walked in and took in the sight of Diana nude.

“Mmmmmm, I wanted to see if you and Gwen were up for a sleep over, but looking at you now I might not be able to wait.”

Diana laughed, “You are welcome to sleep over any time you want or attack me any time you want as well.”

Gwen popped out from the kitchen area. She was wearing a long blue, sleep t-shirt.

“Cindy! How are you?”

“Hi Gwen. I was just asking your lovely wife if you two would be interested in a sleep over tonight?”

Gwen laughed, “Of course, Paradise opens in two days. I think that is a perfect celebration before the grand opening.”

“Matt owes me a dinner at Mackenzies and movie, would you two care to join?”

Gwen walked over and wrapped her arms around Cindy, “That sounds absolutely lovely.”

Diana looked at Cindy with a grin, “Owes you dinner at Mackenzies?”

Cindy grinned back, “For video privileges. He’s embarking on a second career as a porno director.”

Gwen giggled, “I remember those adorable videos of Diana that he took years ago.”

Diana blushed, “Don’t remind me. I can’t believe even you saw them. Adorable is not the word.”

“Fucking hot is the word,” Cindy giggled as she reached a hand under Gwen’s t-shirt to find her bare sex.

“I just told mom that I wasn’t sure if I could wait for the sleep over after seeing her, and now you,” Cindy growled as two of her fingers plunged into Gwen’s sex.

Gwen clamped her lips over Cindy’s, “Mmmmmmm. When is Matt due home?”

“Two hours.”

Diana and Gwen latched on to the young woman still playing with Gwen and pushed her towards the bedroom.

They had plenty of time.

********

Jesse looked in the mirror. She was wearing a nude colored panty girdle and padded black bra. She turned to inspect from multiple angles before she smiled. She looked good. Having the slight heels didn’t hurt. She felt pretty. That was a first, and it felt good. Really good.

Jesse sat back down at her desk and clicked her mouse to scan at the web page. She needed some more clothes that would be appropriate for the café, but she didn’t want to spend too much. She had a lot to save to start her hormone therapy.

For the first time in a very long time, Jesse felt good about life and the future.

She decided once she had picked out a couple simple outfits that she would venture out to the mall and shop for some perfume and mascara and get a bite to eat.

It was time to treat herself. It was also time to treat the world to Jesse.

*********

Beth followed her boyfriend’s directions and pulled onto the street where he lived. She slowed and beeped her horn. Cindy and Matt looked up from their driveway and waved.

Cindy came walking over to the car as Chip rolled his window down.

“Hey you!” Cindy said before giving Chip a kiss.

She looked past him and smiled a big smile at Beth.

“How are you?”

Beth smiled, “Nervous, having my first dinner with the parents.”

Cindy laughed, “Relax, I think you’re way past that stage. You’ll be fine.”

“Thanks. So you live there with Matt, Diana and Gwen?”

Cindy shook her head and pointed down the street a bit, “No, Diana and Gwen live over there in the house Matt grew up in. We bought this from Gwen and her sister when they both got married and moved in with their loved ones.”

“I’ve never seen Gwen’s sister.”

Cindy shook her head, “She moved to the Adirondacks in upstate New York when her husband got a job in a college up there.”

“Oh, I’m so, so sorry but dinner awaits. I would really love to chat with you some more. It was great seeing you. Can’t wait for the opening in two days,” Beth said.

Cindy smiled and backed up toward Matt.

Chip pointed to the house two down from Cindy’s “That’s the Lynn’s home.”

“So close? Wow, that’s cool.”

Chip continued, “There’s Matt’s old home.”

“I recognize Gwen’s car.”

A couple of houses later Chip had Beth pull into the driveway.

“And here we are.”

Beth got out of the car and looked around the neighborhood. “So this is where you grew up.”

Chip smiled, “Yep.”

He held out his hand which Beth took.

Kim met them at the door hugging both tightly before leading them into the house.

Beth looked around the house, very interested in the baby photos of Chip as well as others through his young life.

Kim giggled, “I would show you bath pictures to embarrass him, but you’ve already seen everything so what’s the point.”

It was Beth’s turn to giggle, “Oh, I would still get a kick out of them.”

Chip groaned, “Thanks mom. ‘preciate that!”

Kim illegal bahis hugged her son, “But that’s the fun of having children, to embarrass the hell out of them later.”

Beth enjoyed the tour of the house especially Chip’s childhood room, complete with fancy car posters on his walls.

Soon Adam got home from work and they all sat down to a lasagna dinner.

Beth after a large chewy bite looked at Kim, “If you don’t mind my asking, how did the whole sex thing get started in the first place. I mean I’ve heard of orgies and free love but never for real.”

Kim laughed, “Yeah, we’re the real deal.”

Kim looked at her husband. “I met Adam in college. He dated a couple of guys while we were getting familiar with each other. Right from the beginning I was used to sharing him.”

Adam nodded, “I smartened up and realized early on that Kim was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

Kim continued the story, “We got married right after college and Adam’s parents were nice enough to give us the down payment on this house for a wedding gift. Diana and her husband Dave, Lacey and her husband and Sue and Jeff all moved in right after us.”

Adam chuckled, “It wasn’t long before we all started hanging out like normal neighbors until we started to notice Diana prancing around nude occasionally.”

Kim laughed, “She was a wild one. She and David were constantly daring each other. It was hysterical.”

Adam smiled, “It wasn’t long at all before our neighborliness took on a more sexual attitude, and it just went from there. Small get-togethers at first until we were all meeting once a week alternating houses.”

“Lacey?” Beth asked.

Kim nodded, “Lacey Brock was more aggressive than the rest of us and her poor husband really wasn’t into the whole sex idea. She bullied him into it. They divorced and Lacey just spiraled. After our kids were born and then David got sick and died, well we just turned into normal families. We still hung out but no sex. Lacey couldn’t stop pushing, and she basically pushed herself away from us. She was pretty much gone by the time we started up again this time with our sons.”

Beth paused again from eating, “Well, I’m certainly not complaining. Your son is amazing.”

Chip and Kim both blushed slightly at the remark.

Beth looked over at Adam, “Adam, if you don’t mind me asking, do you still see men?”

Kim smirked, “Oh Adam still has his occasional ice fishing trips.”

Chip almost choked on his food, “I thought you were really ice fishing!”

Adam laughed, “We do, but not the whole day.”

“But I thought Mr. Lynn went with you on ice fishing trips?” Chip added.

Adam chuckled, “Not those ice fishing trips.”

Chip just shook his head while Kim and Beth laughed.

Beth looked at the smiling woman next to her, “And you guys still have your neighborly parties I hear.”

Kim chuckled, “You caught us at a brief down time. Diana is understandably still spending more time with her new wife and Matt and Cindy. I don’t know if you noticed but the four of them wear gold bracelets with all four of their initials on them. They have a kind of wedded foursome going on. Sue and I more often than not see Matt and Cindy going back home to their house after spending the night with Di and Gwen.”

Beth beamed, “That is so cool.”

Kim nodded, “It is cute. Plus Sue has been pretty busy entertaining her husband with her new toys from Dreamlands.”

Beth giggled, “I know! After seeing Sue fidgeting so much that one day and telling us why, Chip got it in his head and swatted me one good while we were having sex. Wow, talk about stars.”

Chip choked again on his food, “HEY! Remember that’s my parents you’re talking to.”

Beth blushed, “Oops.”

Kim howled in laughter while Adam chuckled.

Kim leaned over and hugged the blushing girl, “That’s alright. You can tell me anything any time.”

Beth got very, very red.

Kim noticed, “What?”

Beth took a deep breath, “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this.”

The other three just stared at the clearly nervous woman.

“Well, I haven’t had many boyfriends so not that much experience. The sex was pretty lame honestly. Thing is. Chip is soooo much, ah, bigger than either of my previous boyfriends.”

Now it was Chip’s turn to blush.

Beth reached out to hold his hand, “Don’t get me wrong. You feel amazing inside of me. I absolutely love it. It’s…uh… when I go ..er…down on you. you’re so big. I know I’m not doing it right.”

Chip was now red and nervous, “Sweetheart, no, no, you are wonderful.”

Kim gave a smirk and nod, “No, I know exactly what you are talking about. Chip definitely got his father’s genes. They are both huge. It does take some practice. But that kind of practice can be a lot of fun.”

Beth had a gleam in her eye.

Kim looked at the other three around the table, “Tell you what. I know I told you we would just have a normal dinner but since you asked I’m sure Adam wouldn’t mind if I gave a demonstration.”

Adam illegal bahis siteleri chuckled, “I think that should be totally up to the two young ones.”

Beth looked at Chip with a shy smile.

Chip took her hand in his, “It’s whatever you want. It’s nothing I haven’t seen many times before.”

Beth shook her head, “This is so wild.”

Kim laughed, “Well how about this, we have normal conversations during the rest of dinner, and you tell us what you are comfortable with after we’re done.”

Soon after a very normal dinner was had Beth and Kim took care of the dishes while Chip and Adam went into the den to watch TV.

While Beth was drying dishes she leaned over and gave Kim a soft kiss on her cheek.

Kim looked at Beth surprised, “What was that for?”

“For being an incredible friend to me and a wonderful mother to my boyfriend. I can’t tell you how in love I am with your amazing son.”

Kim smiled and dried her soapy hands. She turned and hugged Beth tightly into her, “Trust me, I can tell and I can’t thank you enough for how happy you make him. I’m so glad he found you.”

The two kissed lightly and then squeezed into each other.

They split apart and made short work of the dishes.

Kim looked around her clean kitchen then back at the smiling girl next to her.

“Okay Beth. Absolutely no pressure. We can go in and join the boys and have a very normal evening or…”

Beth gave a shy smile, “I’d like the ‘or’, but I’m very, very nervous.”

Kim laughed, “Of course you are. That’s to be expected. I bet you were nervous the first time you were with Chip.”

Beth blushed, “I was fumbling for my keys because my hands were shaking so much. Then he kissed me with the most amazing kiss I ever had and I dropped my purse. We clunked heads trying to pick it up at the same time.”

Kim burst out in laughter, “That sounds like my son. Baby steps tonight? I’ll demonstrate on Adam while you watch?”

“I’d like that.”

“Now Chip is going to get all worked up and I doubt he’d want to wait until you can get home. Do you want to take care of him? You can do it with us there or we can go into our room so you can have some privacy. Or if you prefer I could take care of them both myself, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time.”

Beth thought for a moment then shook her head, “No, I’ll take care of him and you can stay. I think? I don’t know?”

Kim put her arm around the shoulder of the nervous woman next to her.

“Come with me into my room.”

Adam clicked the TV off startling Chip who followed his dad’s eyes to take in the sight of his mother and girlfriend standing in the doorway to the den.

His mother was completely nude while Beth had on Kim’s peach camisole. Beth was a bit shorter and smaller framed than Kim so the top hung on her a bit. She wasn’t wearing anything else and her bare sex was on glorious display below the hem of the camisole.

Kim smiled at her husband, “Beth shaves completely, Adam. You’d like how bare and smooth all her skin down there is.”

Beth blushed at the sight of Adam’s gleam in his eyes.

Beth gave a slight jump and gasp when she felt the woman next to her rub the palm of her cupped hand between her legs, softly caressing her folds.

Beth turned and without thinking gave Kim a soft kiss on her lips.

Kim grabbed her head with her free hand and pulled the young woman deeper into the kiss.

Beth moaned.

Kim pulled away from the kiss and gave a deep, throaty chuckle. “I will bet you anything they are both plenty hard right now.”

Kim guided Beth into the room and toward the couch her husband and Beth’s boyfriend were sitting on.

Kim dropped to her knees in between Adam’s legs while Beth went over and dropped down between Chip’s.

Beth watched as Kim pulled Adam’s pants and underwear down. His large, dark cock sprang up and almost hit Kim in the face. Kim chuckled and grabbed it with her hands.

Kim looked at Beth kneeling next to her watching her every move.

“First thing sweetheart is relax and breathe.”

Beth opened her mouth and gave long, slow breaths.

Kim smiled, “Good girl. You can’t do it if you’re tense. Remember that, breathing is your best friend. Even as you are doing it, breathe through your nose slow and steady.”

Kim smiled up at her husband. She leaned forward and slid her mouth over the head. Adam groaned and let his hands rest of Kim’s hair caressing her.

She came back off and looked at Beth again. “This isn’t a race, in fact the faster you start the more you’ll gag especially when you’re new to this. This isn’t a blow job. It’s oral sex, sensual love making between you and your mouth with your partner and his cock.”

Beth smiled and nodded.

Kim turned back and bathed her husband’s hard flesh with her tongue. She swallowed just the head of Adam then closed her fist around his flesh near her lips. She slid her mouth down with the hand down his stiff flesh. When her hand hit his pelvis she backed up to the head and canlı bahis siteleri repeated this several times slowly.

In the quiet of the room all that could be heard was the four breathing and wet sounds softly coming from Kim’s mouth around Adam’s cock.

After about a minute she pulled off and smiled at Beth. “Slow and steady wins the race. Try using your hand like an extension. It will make it easier.”

Kim used her hand to play with Adam’s hard stalk and watched Beth silently.

Beth took a deep breath and turned towards her boyfriend. She reached up and tugged at his pants and underwear. Chip lifted his butt off the couch to help her tug the clothing down to puddle at his feet.

Beth looked at the trembling, long tube of hard flesh in front of her. She wrapped her hand around it and let it glide up and down while she leaned forward to suckle on the purplish head.

“Breathe, keep breathing.”

Beth took an exaggerated breath. She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed slowly and steadily. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips back around the domed head as her hand slid up to press against her lips. She slowly breathed and let her mouth and hand slide down the long cock. She felt the bump at the bottom and slid back up; she repeated this a couple of times. She came off and looked over at the smiling woman next to her.

“Way to go, girl. You got it. When he hits your throat don’t tense, don’t panic and don’t forget to breathe. Slow and steady and before you know it he’ll be in your throat. Position is also important. No tension, sit comfortably or better yet, lie on your back and hang your head off the edge. Slow and steady with breaths. That’s it sweetheart.”

Kim turned back to her husband and let her mouth glide down his cock. Beth watched in amazement as she kept going lower and lower until her nose hit Adam’s stomach. She had the entire cock in her mouth. Kim slowly slid back up and came off to smile at the stunned woman next to her, “Easy peasy.”

Beth turned and put the head back in her mouth, she loudly exhaled and inhaled through her nose. Slowly her mouth slid down Chip’s smooth hard tube. His cock hit her throat, she gave a slight jerk.

“Breathe baby. Breathe. Relax. Open your mouth a bit, relax your jaw. E…A…S…Y, slow.”

Beth closed her eyes and let herself breathe calmly and slowly. Her jaw loosened up. She felt Chip’s cock shift and slowly it sank into her throat. It felt so strange. She kept breathing to keep from panicking. She was surprised to have her nose hit Chip’s stomach. She was so focused on the heavy weight in her throat, she didn’t realize she had gone the whole length.

“Woo hoo! Way to go girl!” Kim cheered.

Beth slowly slid up and pulled off with a gasp.

“Holy shit!” Beth looked at the beaming woman next to her.

Kim swooped down to kiss Beth hard. The two women wrapped their arms around each other.

Kim chuckled, “Going this slow has to be tough for the boys. What do you say we put them out of their misery?”

Beth smiled and turned back to swallow Chip.

Kim laughed and returned to her own husband.

The room filled with the sounds of soft wet sounds and breaths with groans soon added to the noise.

Beth and Kim slid up and down their men, the exposed flesh glistening from all the moisture coming from the women’s mouths. Both Adam and Chip groaned and held their lovers’ heads in their hands. Slowly their fingers flexed and the held tighter as first Adam then Chip gave a louder groan and emptied into the mouths of the willing women between their legs.

Beth rested her head against Chip’s thigh and kept stroking his cock in her hand. Kim leaned up to kiss her husband.

Beth was surprised to find Chip’s flesh still stiff and hard in her hand. She smirked and pulled and tugged on it harder, grinning at the sound of his groan.

Beth groaned and climbed up into Chip’s lap. She cupped his chin in her hands and kissed him deeply. She rubbed her bare sex into his wet, hard cock.

“Crap. We don’t have a condom.”

Kim jumped up and ran over to the counter that served as a bar. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a black box and removed a wrapped condom. She came back over and pushed up on Beth’s bare ass so she shifted up a bit. Kim chuckled and slowly wrapped Chip’s cock in the condom. She bent and gave Beth’s ass a kiss then swatted it with her hand laughing.

Beth used her hand to guide Chip into her as she sank down on his lap.

“Ooooooooo, that feels sooooooo good.”

Adam and Kim chuckled.

Kim’s chuckle turned to a squeal when her husband got off the couch and pushed Kim’s face toward it as he grabbed her hips and sank his cock into her without any preamble, both amazed he was able to get so hard so quickly again.

“Oooooo worked up at the sight of your son and his girlfriend making out next to us huh stud? Oooooo Fuck.”

Beth reached down and grabbed the bottom of the camisole and pulled it over her body then her head to toss it on the couch next to her as her revealed breasts pushed into Chip’s happy face. He sucked up one of her nipples as she groaned, holding his head as she squished her ass into his lap driving herself on his cock. The two couples lost themselves into their own love making.

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I finished my shower and walked out after drying off, not bothering to cover up. My dick was hard just thinking of what Chrysta might have done with the bellhop, and I wanted to hear her story. It had been 15 minutes, I figured she’d be done with the bellhop, or at least just finishing; I was wrong.

I walked into the sitting room and kneeling between Chrysta’s wide open thighs was the female bellhop that dropped off our luggage by the front door. She was still in her uniform; skirt of a respectable length and polo shirt. She looked to be Native American, but she may have just had a good tan. Either way, her body looked like it was sculpted, nearly more perfect than any found in nature. Her legs were toned, her wiggling ass flared out into her thighs in then back into a small waist. I couldn’t see much else from my position, simply that she had long, straight black hair with a few brown and blonde highlights in it.

Chrysta was obviously enjoying the tongue lashing she was receiving. She was biting her lip trying not to moan and holding her knees as far apart as she could so she could feel that tongue squirming in her cunt. Her head was thrashing back and forth and she started shaking, her belly twitching uncontrollably, which made her tits jiggle deliciously.

“Keep licking right there!” Chrysta moaned out, her hands going to the girl’s face between her thighs. “Oh yes! Yes! I’m going to cum! Get ready!” she screamed. Probably half the hotel heard her. I looked to make sure the front door was shut. She looked into my eyes and her whole body convulsed, her stomach crunched and her hands pushed the head of the bellhop into her crotch.

“Ooooh! Oh my God!” she cried out and fell back against the chair she was in. Her breathing was deep and labored. She tried laughing a little. I could tell every time her clit was licked by her twitching and her sweat covered nipples jiggling. Chrysta pulled the head up away from her pussy and kissed the girl on the lips. She was taller than I thought she was, and I’d say she was definitely Native American with her tan skin and her long silky dark hair. It was back in a long thick braid and it made my dick even harder. She stood up slowly and turned around, she looked shocked that I was there at first and then smiled coyly.

“Do I get a tip from you too?” she asked and stepped forward. I saw that her face was almost dripping with Chrysta’s cum. If she came that much, then it would be a fun night out tonight. The bellhop took another step forward and grabbed my very erect dick and started slowly stroking it.

“All you want is the tip?” I asked quietly. She smiled and sunk to her knees.

“Well, it’s so big I don’t know if much else will fit,” she said and started licking and sucking on the head. She wasn’t as good as Chrysta, but she was damn good. The room was filled with the sound of her slobbering on my knob as it got a good healthy coating of spit. Her lips popped every time she let it flop out of her mouth and then she’d lick the entire length until she got her lips around the head again and started sucking harder.

“We have a good little bellhop,” Chrysta said, still breathing heavily. She got up off the couch and walked over to me and started stroking my shaft as the new girl kept sucking. I moaned a little and knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d be shooting a load down her throat. “Jim, she’s got a better place for you to put that cum, don’t you?” Chrysta said teasingly, her tongue flicking against my ear.

“Mmm Hmm,” the girl moaned and nodded enthusiastically. I about lost it right there, but I wanted to see what these two had planned. The bellhop stood up an slowly rose the hem of her skirt until it was plain to see that she was not wearing panties, clean shaven, and very, very wet. She lifted her left leg up and put her heel on Chrysta’s shoulder, opening pussy, making a little pink flower in the vast field of creamy tan flesh.

“Cum in my cunt?” she begged, practically purring. I just love working feeling it move in me,” she said demurely. She stepped forward and Chrysta positioned my cock just inside the help’s hole. “MMmmm….I haven’t had anything this big inside me since I fucked my Daddy for his birthday last year,” she said and started rocking in very small circles. I lost it then. Between her telling me she fucked her dad, her motions, and her pussy squeezing my cock head, I blew shot after shot of hot spunk up that shaved Indian slit. She leaned back and closed her eyes, the tip of her tongue coming out between her lips as she savored the feeling. “Yessss,” she hissed and kept trying to milk my cock with her cunt. Chrysta helped by squeezing the cum out of my dick slowly, starting at its base and squeezing to the bellhop’s lips. She flicked the bellhop’s clit while she was there and started all over again.

“Now that’s the best tip I’ve ever gotten,” she said and giggled. She shivered every time Chrysta made contact with her and it looked like she was illegal bahis having a hard time keeping her balance. She squeezed my cock and the head slid out of her cum drenched hole. She giggled as she heard the pop. “Now I just have to keep this in,” she said, rubbing her pussy. She came up with a few drops of my cum and a coating of hers. The finger was offered to Chrysta who licked and nibbled the juice off her finger before sucking the whole thing in her mouth.

“Oooh, she is good, isn’t she,” the bellhop moaned and put her left leg back on the floor. Her skirt fell back into place and except for the smell of sex and Chrysta’s cum that had splashed onto her work shirt, she appeared perfectly normal.

“You have no idea,” I said grinning. The bellhop smiled and pulled her finger out of Chrysta’s mouth. Chrysta hugged my arm and subtlety rubbed her furry mound on my leg.

“I’d like one,” the bellhop mumbled. “Let me know if you need anything else brought up here, I’m here all day and until 10pm tonight. My name is Brandi,” she said and stepped toward the door.

“Brandi, did you need to clean up any?” I asked quickly. She looked at herself and felt her shirt. She shrugged and giggled.

“The only other person working in my part of the building is my mom, and I don’t think she’ll care. Maybe I can get her to help me get something for you, if you need anything else that is,” she said devilishly and flicked her tongue at Chrysta.

“If we do, I’ll be sure to call for you,” I said and she giggled and left. I saw the $20 sitting on the TV by the door and laughed.

“Maybe I should apply here, the perks seem to be great!” Chrysta said smiling. Her eyes were shining and she shook her hair out a little. I laughed.

“But then I’d have to leave you here,” I said softly. “I’d really like to not do that, I’d prefer the company for the trip.”

“Just for the trip?” Chrysta pouted, her full lower lip sticking out and quivering. A smile crept across my face and I licked my lips. We stared at each other for a few seconds in silence.

“So, are you hungry? For food, I mean?” I asked and stepped over to my bag.

“Famished. Nothing works up a girl’s appetite like a tongue in her pussy,” she said and bent over at her bag. I looked at that perfect ass bending before me and bent back a little to see her still wet pussy glistening in the light. I felt my dick start to rise again, but started thinking about fat lesbians wrestling in chocolate pudding and it went back down. Much as I wanted to screw Chrysta all afternoon, we had things to do. I pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I watched as she pulled a shorter pair of jean shorts out of her bag and a ripped up t-shirt that looked two sizes too small.

I sat in a chair and watched her dress. She was facing away from me, still bent over, her hair sweeping the ground. I had a perfect view of her tight ass and her pink slit which was starting to close a little A mischievous grin snaked across her face and she stepped into her shorts. very slowly she stood up, pulling the faded and worn denim up her calves and then slowly up over her thighs. I couldn’t help but notice that they were cut off extremely short, with the frayed cut splitting the rear pockets in half. Not much of the fabric was left on the sides, just the inch or so where the belt loops were. She pulled them up tightly and the bottom third of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks were in plain sight. She sat down on the couch where she had been getting her pussy licked and spread her legs wide.

The button fly on the shorts only had two of the original buttons left, and the top of her shorts just barely covered the fiery fur of her pussy. There were three new buttons though, and the fly of the shorts had been extended, and when they were fastened, one button would be over her clit and another would be against the rim of her hole. My dick was as hard now as it was when she had stripped before her shower.

Her taught legs slowly closed and fastened the lowest button, pausing between the lowest and the next to push the button into her hot juicing box a couple of time, moaning softly the entire time. Her fingers played up her wet slit and she softly strummed her clit before closing the next button. With her throbbing honey pot covered, she kept closing her legs slowly and the top two buttons were fastened slowly. Her legs were straight up in the air when she finished, and she slowly bent them at her knees until they touched her exposed ass. She spread her knees apart slowly and the crotch of the shorts drew up into her cunt, the thin strip of material between the last button and her ass disappeared completely. She rubbed the crotch of her short which were rapidly turning a dark blue from her juices, and sighed each time the buttons over her clit and in her hole were bumped. Her feet descended slowly to the floor and she stood with her feet spread a little, the junction of her thighs exposed and her lips devoured a little more of the denim. She wasn’t quite covered enough to pass in public, and she’d get illegal bahis siteleri indecent exposure if anyone called the cops. My eyes ran up her body across her abs, up to her perky tits with their erect nipples and on up to her face. Her beautiful eyes were staring into mine, and they had such a look of passion on them I would have cum right then if I could have again so soon.

Her eyes had a sparkle in them among a devilish glow and she pulled her shirt on over her head and shook her hair out. She peeled and stretched the thin fabric down over her tits and pulled it down as far as it would go. The front of the shirt covered all of her ample tits, but it didn’t actually touch her ribs or abs. Her pink nipples barely stood out on her tanned chest under the shirt. Chrysta smoothed the shirt down her sides and her hands teased down her abs, causing ripples of goose bumps to erupt across her skin. Her thumbs hooked into the waist of her shorts and the barest hint of red pubic hair could be seen peeking over the top. The entire room smelled like her pussy.

My mouth had gone dry again. I just stood there and took all of her in and looked her from top to bottom and back up again.

“Well, were we going to go out, or were you just going to stand there and stare all day?” she giggled. I shook my head quickly and started looking around for my shoes. She slipped her little feet into her sandals we took off.

Chrysta opened the door to the room for me and waited until I left to shut it. She jogged ahead of me to push the elevator button, and I happily watched her breasts bounce with each step. Her nipples hadn’t softened any and she was smiling beside the elevator as she waited for it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as sexy as you,” I said right before the elevator dinged and the doors opened. She blushed and I smiled at her. She followed me into the elevator and the doors closed.

“So where are we going, Jim?” she said happily, the silky tone of her voice mingling deliciously with the huskiness of her horny condition. “I’m not really dressed for any place fancy,” she giggled.

“Chrysta, you’re not dressed for any place at all. I’ve seen swimsuits with more fabric than this,” I said and I pushed the button for the first floor.

“Don’t you like it, Jim?” she asked pouting. Chrysta took a step forward and started rubbing my still rock hard meat through the fabric of my pants. “It feels like you like it,” she breathed huskily. My cock twitched hard in her hand. “It feels like you like it a lot,” she said and backed against the glass wall of the elevator. She wiggled her hips at me and bit her lower lip seductively. A wide grin crept onto my face as I adjusted my cock in my pants.

“First of all, we’re going to get you a dress, I feel like getting supper from someplace fancy tonight,” I said.

“Oh but Jim, you really don’t have to. . .” she started up again, the glaze leaving her eyes and a blush creeping out across her face and down her neck.

“But I want to. Second, unsnap the last button on your shorts,” I said smiling broadly. She stopped blushing and the sexy smile returned to her face. Her hands moved from the handrail to the front of her shorts and then down into her crotch which was trying like mad to suck what was left of those jeans up in her. Chrysta let the button go, moaning slightly at the pleasure she got from the fabric moving across her still-wet sex. When the button released she bent over slightly and sank a finger deep inside her and pulled it out. The finger went to her mouth and she sucked the juices off, clearly working it as hard as she could with her tongue.

“Still hot wet and fresh, Jim,” she said lustily.

“Good. I’ll want my own fingerful in the mall,” I said, and the elevator chimed and the steel doors opened. We walked out and waited for the valet to bring the car up to the door. She wanted to play with him, but I waved her down. I asked where the mall was and the valet gave us directions.

“So where are we going to eat, Jim?” she asked curiously once we were in the car.

“It’s a place called Corona Sun. My old man told me about it. He used to be a traveling salesman,” I said quietly. Dad had told me many times about the Corona Sun’s good food and the very attractive wait staff that they are known for.

“What does your dad do now?” she asked, looking out the window, her legs splayed a little. I looked quickly over at her and could see the faintest hint of pink glistening through the wet denim of her crotch.

“Don’t know. Mom found out he was cheating on her for pretty much the whole marriage and she kicked his ass to the curb,” I said as the car came to a stop at a red light.

“How did your Mom find that out? I mean traveling salesmen and pilots usually have the most women on the side, but how did she really find out?” Chrysta asked. “If you want to talk about it,” she added. The light turned green and we started moving again.

“A lawyer came to the door and asked to speak with him. 10 women in 4 cities were pressing paternity canlı bahis siteleri suits against him. I have 10 half brothers or sisters out there somewhere, and that’s just the women who stepped forward. That’s something I think about with every girl I meet,” I said quietly.

“So you’re saying. . .” Chrysta said quietly and bit her lower lip gently. I saw her nipples harden instantly and I could see fresh moisture coming from her juicing slit.

“Not much of a chance with you. Besides, you don’t look anything like my old man. All the other kids did,” I said, looking at her. Her eyes met mine and I got lost in them. I damn near rear-ended a red Volvo before I snapped back to reality. “But that really turns you on, doesn’t it. You have a brother?”

“Nope, but then I didn’t know my father, either. Mom never talked about him and he was never around.”

“Huh. Isn’t that interesting,” I said plainly. I had to admit, I found the thought that I had been blown and fucked and then had a little threesome with my own half-sister extremely arousing and my now confused cock was hard again and snaked down my leg.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who likes that thought. You ever have a sister, Jim?” Chrysta asked. “One that was around when you were growing up, I mean?” Chrysta started playing with her pussy lips, running her fingers over the outside of her spreading fly and moaning and twitching while she waited for an answer.

“Nope, but I had an aunt that more or less broke me in. She was my mother’s younger sister and was only a few years older than me. I turned 18 and she made sure I knew what I was doing to women from that point forward. I don’t think mom knows about it, and I really don’t know what she’d do if she knew,” I said. My cock started leaking pre-cum just thinking about Maria going down on me, or about her shaved beaver, or her DD tits that were naturally firm. Maybe it was the fact that it was my aunt that made me horny for her.

“Mmmm….sounds yummy,” Chrysta moaned and pushed two fingers into her dripping hole. I laughed a little.

“Didn’t your Momma ever tell you not to play with your pussy in public?” I chuckled. My cock twitched in my pants.

“Actually Momma taught me a thing or two to do with my tongue. You’ve experienced that, and Brandi will tonight if she comes back,” Chrysta said and pulled her fingers out of her twat. She held them up to my lips and I greedily sucked her nectar off them as I chewed and licked her fingers. My cock felt like it was ready to rip through her pants.

“Your mom taught you to eat pussy?” I asked after she pulled her fingers out of my mouth.

“Well, mom and a couple of her friends. And the sorority I was pledging to before I dropped out of college,” Chrysta said and started tickling her pussy lips. “I better close this up or I’ll never leave it alone.” I watched as her slit mostly disappeared back under the blue denim. “Maybe I’ll tell you about seducing my mother sometime,” she said coyly and bit her lip playfully again. God was that starting to turn me on. Just something as simple as the edges of those pretty white teeth coming out over the top of that perfect, pink lower lip was really starting to get to me; my heart jumped in my chest every time she did it.

We arrived at the mall and parked. It was still damn hot outside, but not as hot as earlier. The heat of the afternoon was starting to retreat a little and I could see clouds off in the distance forming. It looked like there would be one hell of a storm tonight.

“Where did you want to shop at?” I asked as we walked in. The air-conditioned mall had two effects that I liked immediately as we stepped in. First, Chrysta’s nipples sprang to life immediately. I noticed that her sweat had also been just enough to make the thin fabric of her top just clear enough to see through. I had to check myself from not staring a couple of times. I almost hit the standing mall directory right inside the door. The second thing was of course that I wasn’t sucking in 90 degree air with 95% humidity.

“Okay, so here’s the deal. I don’t want to go with you while you shop. I don’t want to see what you buy unless you’re in it. What I want you to do is to take this money,” I said digging out my wallet. I handed her 400 dollars and that was pretty much the last of my spending cash, the rest of this move would have to be on credit cards and the checking account. Chrysta started to blush again and looked like she was going to protest. I held my hand up and she backed off a step and very sheepishly looked at me, one foot spinning slightly on its toes and her arms were behind her back. Her head was dipped down a little and a small rain of crimson curls fell over the sides of her face. Those blue eyes looked at me with such passion that I actually forgot what I was going to say.

“I, uh, I’ll be back here in an hour,” I said, most of the authority gone from my voice. “I know that doesn’t leave you long to shop, but please be back here by then.” She smiled broadly, and it was the smile of deep appreciation and thanks. For the first time since meeting this creature I wanted to take her right there and make love to her. Right there in the mall. I didn’t want to fuck her, I didn’t want to just have sex; I wanted to make long, slow, passionate love with her.

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I opened the door and let Chris in.

“Hi,” I said with a smile on my face.

“Hi,” he answered, nervously. I turned around and headed up the stairs.

“Nice ass,” Chris said, and I laughed. I was wearing a nightgown short enough to see the bottom of my ass cheeks I wasn’t expecting such aggressiveness but, damn, did it turn me on! He held my wrists with one hand and pulled my left tit to his lips with the other. Slowly, he dragged his tongue against my nipple and then swirled around it. I was staring at his tongue when he glanced up and smiled. I must’ve just stared at him like an idiot with my mouth hanging open because Chris laughed a little before turning his attention back to my nipple. He kissed it lovingly before kissing his way up to my collarbone and then nibbling his way along it. I arched my back and gasped. He was making me crazy.

“I-I thought I was supposed to be teasing you,” I managed to get out. He brought his face up until we were nose to nose and tuzla escort said “Guess the tables have turned.” His voice had such an edge to it, it made me shiver. Then he kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it, pretending it was his cock and moaning. He groaned into my mouth and I felt his fingers on my clit. I was so wet, his finger slid across with no problem. He worked my clit, rubbing lazy circles around it, pinching it lightly, then sliding down to move across my wet slit, making my hips buck. All the while his head was bobbing as he slipped his tongue in and out of my mouth.

Chris slid his face to my neck, biting and sucking.

“Oh, fuck!” I shouted. I could feel his smile. “Please, please fuck me,” I begged. My entire body was trembling now. I was rubbing my legs against his and thrusting my pelvis up, just trying to get a feel of his cock. It was so fucking exciting that I had no control but I was on the verge of coming and I just wanted it so bad.

“You tuzla escort bayan want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, oh yes!”

“And how do you want it?”

“Just hard, I don’t care about anything else.” I was shaking my head and wriggling my hips. Chris rolled me over and said, “Get on your knees.” I happily obliged, stretching my arms over my head and pressing my tits to the bed with my ass in the air. When I felt his tongue shove into my cunt, I yelled out and pushed my hips back. He slapped my ass and pushed me back. “Ohhh,” escaped my throat. I looked over my shoulder to see him gripping his cock. I felt my pussy juice literally roll down to my knee in anticipation.

I felt Chris’s cock head press into my cunt and tried to roll my hips back. He smacked my ass again and bit out a groan. “Don’t move,” he said. I moaned and stayed still. He pushed just the head of his cock in and withdrew, rubbing it up and down my slit. He put the tip in and escort tuzla withdrew it again, this time rubbing it against my clit. My hips bucked uncontrollably and I got another smack on the ass.

“I can’t help it!” I yelled. “Just fuck me, please!” As an answer, Chris pushed his cock all the way in my cunt at once and I shouted, “Fuck!”

“Is that what you wanted, baby?”

“Fuck yes, fuck, fuck!

“Come for me.” He hadn’t even finished the word and I was coming, my pussy squeezing his cock.

“Oh, yes, baby! Just like that!” Chris reached up and pulled my hair, holding me immovable and started fucking the hell out of me. All I could do was come and cry out as I felt his balls hitting my clit with every thrust. Finally I felt his thrusts getting more frenzied and moved my hips, knowing he was no longer in control. When I felt his cock suddenly swell inside me I came again, biting my pillow. He threw his head back and cried to the ceiling, “Fuck!” I could feel his hot cum spurting all over my pussy and some leaking out.

We collapsed as one, breathing heavily and sweating all over the place.

“That was one hell of a second date,” Chris growled in my ear, and I giggled.

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Scarlet and Joe came through the door of the cabin after their stroll around the lake giddy from the moonlight. Neither was dressed for a stroll as they were supposed to have attended a cocktail party for Joe’s office. He was in his favorite black suit and paleish red shirt and black tie. She had her trademark black dress with the slits on the side and the V’s in the front and back, the one that accentuates her legs and full hips and makes you wonder where all the cleavage comes from. As they entered the room they viewed the even more erotic scene before them: roaring fire, wine and glasses on the cocktail table, soft candlelight, and her favorite old love songs playing on the stereo.

“This is almost more romantic than the moonlight lake was” she sighed in that sultry way only she could.

“It’s not as beautiful as you” he stated matter-of-factly.

They stroll arm-in-arm to the divan across from the fireplace and snuggle into the fur encasement to drink in the mood of the room, in all it’s erotic tension. They glance from the fire to each other only to find even more tension, sexual tension like neither had ever felt before. The look they shared was a mix of the sultriness of the room and mood and the tension of that sultriness and the nervousness they both felt. They had known each other for some time but never in this close a sense. They both knew there had been a sexual tension between them but neither had been willing to completely acknowledge it because of their situations.

He was married to his high school sweetheart and had never even looked at another woman like he did Scarlet. She was married to the man she thought was her dream man but had come to realize that maybe her dream wasn’t of one man but a compilation of men.

They looked at one another with a combination of knowing and anticipation and knowledge of what was to come. Slowly he gingerly kisses her dark red lips in a manner he was so unaccustomed to, it caused a slight chill to go up his spine. Her lips were so soft and receptive that the kiss began reflecting the hunger he had for her and the true passion he was sure only she could give him. His fingertips grazed her cheek as their lips melded into one set of lips. Their breath came is pants. Suddenly she pulled away from him, rose and walked somewhat unsteadily to the table where the wine and glasses sat.

“Would you like a glass” she all but whispered breathlessly.

“Uhh… yea I guess that might be a good idea” he said.

She poured both glasses and walked back to the enticing fur. Handing him one she retreated to the stereo to change CD’s and put this one on repeat. Then she went back to his side. They both sat in their own thoughts and sipped their wine for a few moments. She leaned forward and sat their glasses on the table and slowly leaned back. He looked into her eyes and saw his pendik escort passion reflected in them. She gently pushed him back against the fur back of the divan. She began planting butterfly kisses all over his face until she came to his lips. She kissed them with more passion and desire than he thought he could ever feel. She slid away from them and went back to the butterfly kisses and as she kissed him she removed his jacket, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

The air was electric with their passion as she slid his tie over his head and ran her hands over his heaving chest through the opening of his shirt. He tried to raise a bit to untuck the shirt but she pushed him back again. He realized that this usually quiet meek woman was now in control. She was directing the direction of their passion now and while a part of him knew he should be the one leading he was somewhat grateful for her newfound lustful force. She was now nibbling on his ear and occasionally darting a tongue tip in. As she did this she slid his shirt over his shoulders covering the recently bare skin with kisses and licks from one shoulder to the other gracefully going lower with each pass. She had a feast on his neck, kissing, licking, and nibbling which only made his nipples and cock all the harder.

She was teasing him unmercifully and he tried to raise up against her to hurry things along only to be put right back where he was. He resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to wait his turn to do all the things to her that he had thought about. While he was having these momentary thoughts she continued with her oral assault of his neck and shoulders only with a new twist. She was teasing his nipples now. He had never before liked anyone touching his nipples before but suddenly it was the greatest sensation on earth. Suddenly her mouth was on one nipple, licking and sucking it. He thought he would cum right then and there. She trailed kisses to the other one only to do the same to it. He knew he would have to divert his thoughts or he would explode, or divert her and he decided his thoughts would be easier to divert. He began trying to think of his plans for her to move the sensation a bit.

She began to trail her lips to his belly, as the kisses roamed the surface her hands went gingerly for the belt, button, and zipper. Her graceful fingers undid them swiftly and yet adeptly. He yearned to have those blasted pants anywhere but covering is manhood at this minute and yet she wouldn’t allow him to remove them, he could only sit there in blissful agony, wanting what he had never had before but somehow knew it would be tonight.

“Oh that’s right you goof, think about a blow job and get yourself even more fired up than you already are” he lamented.

“here I sit, a grown man, never had a blow job, about to get one and I’m forgetting all about escort pendik the beautiful woman who’s lips are nearing their target” he chided himself.

Meanwhile she now began working his pants and underwear down a bit but still she wouldn’t allow him to help. She was still fully dressed so he tentatively moved his hand towards the zipper. Just as he made contact and started to pull it down, she jumped up and went over by the fireplace. He just knew he had done something wrong. Instead she reached behind her and slid the zipper down, then as if in slow motion the dress slid to the floor exposing the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen. He had never even seen anything like this in the catalogs or on the web-pages he liked to peruse. She stood before him backlit with the warm glow of the fire in a black bustier with garters holding up lace topped stockings, and then there were those heels that said ‘FUCK ME’ loud and clear. The image alone was enough to make him shoot a load to the moon. She slinked gracefully yet purposefully towards the divan like a cat stalking it’s prey. He rose quickly and dropped his pants to the floor as he sat down then began kicking them off before she could cross the room to him.

She slithered onto the divan planting a deep kiss on his lips before trailing her kisses to where she was before she moved, right at the belt line. He wanted to move her head further down but was afraid to not only because of his nervousness at finally having a woman’s mouth there but also because of his wish to prolong this wondrous feeling of sensuous passion she exuded in her technique. He could feel her breath breezing past his hot, hard cock as she kissed all over his body. Her fingers traced little patterns on his thighs as her lips and tongue did a dance over the rest of his midsection. The trailing was getting lower and lower. Suddenly she bypasses the center of his heat and goes for his thigh instead. After what seemed like hours she trailed her tongue up his inner thigh to his tight sac, tracing tiny circles on it to the point where he could envision that load hitting and putting out the sun.

Her tongue traced thin lines up and down his rock rod as it twitched and strained to be wrapped in her red velvety lips. She flicked the ridge of the cap of his cock with her tongue and then planted a feathery kiss on it’s soaked head. She looked up at him with wet lips and smiled then lowered her mouth over the head and inhaled. Her mouth slid down his cock until he thought it would come out her pussy. He leaned back to enjoy this wondrous sensation as she slid up and down this twitching beast. Suddenly he could take no more and he reached down and raised her to the fur, laid her back and penetrated her tight hole.

In this position he could better control himself and save that load trying to escape. After several hard strokes he pendik escort bayan unloaded that load. He dropped over her, pinning her to the furry encasement to briefly catch her breath but that was not to happen. She kissed him still trembling from her own orgasm, which renewed him and his desire for her. He was hard again already, that had never happened to him before. He kissed her back with a cross between tender passion and ardent desire. He began allowing his kisses to trail as she had done, he wanted her to feel the same things he had. He kissed her face and neck but was anxious to get to her beautiful breasts. He spent a long time kissing, licking, nibbling and suckling her breasts before finally attaching his lips to those hard nipples. She moaned in pleasure as he gently chewed and sucked them. He decided she was ready for a change when he had trouble staying at her breast because she was pushing him so hard to move further down. He kissed a trail down her belly similar to the way she had done him but unlike her he could no longer await her sweet nectar. He had to taste her juices. His lips trailed over the top of her bald mound and his nose was wrapped in the wonderful aroma of her womanly scent.

He darted his tongue gingerly between the mounds slit, vaguely hearing the moans escape her. He had never done this before but somehow it felt so natural to him, almost like he had been doing it all his life. He traced her slit with the tip of his tongue, his fingers feeling the warmth within. Suddenly he spread her lips and plunged his tongue deep into that hot cavernous part. She began bucking against his face as if she was trying to drive it in deeper. He began lapping the hole like a kitten lapping milk savoring her taste. She was now bucking so hard he had to try to hold her still so he could continue his exploration. He raised the tip of his tongue to her hard, swollen clit and she started screaming, so he shoved 2 fingers into the hole which only seemed to incite her further.

Now it was her turn to be able to take no more and she threw him back onto the fur and mounted him as if he were some stallion. She ground on him as if she was trying to drive his already hard cock deeper into her depths. Finally after feeling her come several times more he put her on her knees facing the back of the divan with her nipples just close enough to the fur to tease them with each mighty thrust. He thrust into her easily and hard, many strokes and single strokes with her bucking back at him meeting every stroke he gave out.

Finally she breathed out “Oh God Baby Please give it all to me finish me…”

He was only too happy to comply and he began pounding away at her until she collapsed on the back of the divan and only half heartedly pushed back before he blew that last load deep into her belly.

They both collapsed into a mound on the divan panting like they had never done before and more sated than either could have ever possibly dreamed of being. They curled up on the furry divan and dozed of into the sated sleep only one well fucked could feel.

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking from the flight deck. As you will have been aware, we have been re-routed around Chicago, and are number five in the landing pattern. I apologize for the delay, but assure you that we will be arriving at O’Hare within the next thirty minutes. Please remain seated, and we’ll…..”

He tuned out the message’s remaining words, and looked again at his watch. “Damn”. This is a fine mess – late for his first damned meeting at the new company, and – in his position as Publisher – what kind of impression will that send to the rest of the troops….even the boss can’t make it to strategy meetings on time. He knew, of course, that everybody suffered at the hands of the airlines; couldn’t hold himself accountable, as the flight had been due to land over 40 minutes ago…but, nevertheless….

He looked out the left hand first-class window; this was one of the benefits of the new job. At least he could travel in comfort – and the Flight Attendant glanced his way as he swilled down the last of the Stoli-and-Seven in his glass – nodding, when he raised it again to her, for a refill. Chicago lay on their left, about ten miles, shrouded in some late summer mist, the horizon and the lake mere reflections of what they should be. He sipped his drink and pondered over these last weeks.

He’d been head-hunted by the Chairman of the, quite arguably, modest-sized publishing house specializing in Trade magazines to the computer industry, which had recently bought their latest acquisition – a California-based group – bringing in three technical monthlies which added to their portfolio quite nicely. The Chairman had done a reasonable deal, stretching payments for the buy-out over a two-year period, and retaining only the minimum of necessary staffing, bringing production into their home base of White Plains. His own hiring had been to achieve a streamlining of the portfolio’s production systems. Editors for the new products were spread all around the USA – and using phones, faxes and e-mail, regularly sent in their reports and articles without having to appear at the head office.

The meeting that he was already late for, was destined to be the quarterly update, with everybody in position, and knowing who was who. Except he, as the new “head” was still at twenty-seven-thousand feet, and fuming. He pulled the air-phone from the headrest ahead of him, and sliding his credit card again through the system, punched in the buttons for the Chicago hotel where they were all staying, because in one of their meeting rooms, everybody would be waiting. Instructing the hotel’s receptionist to pass along that he would still be another hour, he advised that they should start without him. At least he’d be there for the cocktail party this evening, before tomorrow’s national trade show opening.

Cranking his seat back a little, he rested his head, and reflected back to leaving home this morning. Why had Jilly been such a bitch? Christ, he’d landed this new job a month ago, achieving a package deal that – even if they fired him today – he’d be set for a year. But it would mean that he’d be traveling some more, as they would still retain some of the crew in the Californian office, and he’d need to be there on a monthly basis, as well as Dallas on another group they’d acquired, and she’d already baulked at being left on her own. Yes, he’d not be happy chasing all over the States; he’d miss their child, but, well, they could work things out. Hell, he WAS the boss now! Once he’d really got his feet under the table, it should be a piece of cake!

But she didn’t listen, having an inate fear of having to look after herself, and their new child, Jenny who was only three months old. He thought back suddenly. Christ, it must be at least eight months since they’d had sex! Even then he remembered, it had been a carefully orchestrated coupling, and frankly, he wondered why he’d bothered. She gave the impression that it was an accommodation, rather than the loving that it should have been. He closed his eyes; oh well, he’d been there before, and – well, at least the job was exciting!

After claiming his bags at the carousel, he managed to get outside in less than twenty minutes, and hoped that he would be able to get in at least some of the meeting, without too much disruption to the staff. The only thing that bugged him was that the Chief would be there, bursa escort and he hated looking a fool! He gave the cabbie the hotel name, and lounged back into the Ford’s vinyl seating.

Dumping his bags with the Bell-desk and checking in quickly, he asked for directions to the meeting room, where the rest of the crew were; he asked that his bags be sent to his room, and walked briskly down the hallway, glad to stretch his legs finally. A simple hand-lettered sign indicated that this was the room. Straightening his tie and standing up straight, he quietly entered the room to view a scenario that remained with him for days.

A long table had everybody in two long lines, possibly – at first glance – seven to each side, with Neil, the chairman, sitting at the far end. But it wasn’t Neil that caught his attention, simply the gorgeous woman, standing, and in the middle of delivering her report. She stopped, turning towards him as Neil stood from the far end. “Ah, there you are – everything okay?”

He turned, at least, he TRIED, to turn away from the woman’s steady gaze, a half-smile on her face as he then managed to kick against the door as he stumbled through it, banging his elbow against the strong shut-device of the door which caught him unprepared. He smiled rather forcefully, and concentrated on responding to Neil’s enquiry. “Yes – er, thanks. I’m fine. Just that we’ve been sitting over Chicago for about an hour waiting for a slot…” He paused again, desperately trying to take in all the other people, some of whom he knew from White Plains, others who were strangers. Especially, this delicious sight in front of him. Tall, with dark red hair complemented by a stunning green jacket and white blouse tied at her throat, she was slightly hazy to him, the light shining in from the tall windows creating an overly bright background to her and forming a halo. He knew he was bumbling.

She glanced back at Neil, who indicated that she could sit, as he stood to come around to introduce him to the rest of the members, who sat expectantly. “Ladies, Gentlemen” said Neil, “This is the man I was telling you about.” He approached and pulled Paul’s left elbow, guiding him around to an empty chair that waited for him. As he did so, he introduced the team. Bill from head office, whom Paul had met a few times. Mary from Accounting; John from legal and so on, a blur to him, because he was holding his breath. He suddenly became aware that he hadn’t said anything; hadn’t exhaled; was almost dummy-like waiting to circle the table to meet her. Wherever he looked, she was in his peripheral vision, her jacket’s color like some green beacon, drawing his eyes to her. And she sat, faintly smiling, almost aware – he could have sworn that she knew – that he couldn’t get his eyes off her. God, she was beautiful!

Finally, he was there. Having gone clockwise around, she was almost the last to be introduced, and he couldn’t have wanted it any other way. He tried to pull himself together; they were there!

“And this is Sarah. She’s our circulation manager from L.A. – runs the tightest ship in our whole circulation department – almost a 97% validation on NuTech Products – up from a mere 58% three years ago. Does a helluva job….” He leaned into Paul but said loudly enough for all to hear “Just wished she’d move to White Plains….” – and left the line hanging, as Paul reached to shake her hand. She didn’t rise from her chair, but now the lighting was in his favor, and she glowed in the strong noon-time sun filtering into the room. “Hi, pleased to meet you…” was all he could garble out, holding her hand just a shade too long. Yet, she didn’t flinch, and held his hand firmly.

“The pleasure’s mine” she said, cleanly and clearly, her English accent defining the words. Their eyes met – he could drown himself in the bright blue which reflected up at him – and then she broke away, looking downwards, as her notes slid off her lap to the floor.

Immediately, he was down, groping for them before she could even stop him. An embarrassing silence lingered – maybe six, maybe ten seconds – as he gathered the sheets of her reports together. All the while, she sat patiently as did Neil standing there, while Paul fumbled on the floor, finally stacking them by banging them on the thick carpeting, and stood to hand them back to her. Then Neil’s grip moved him on to the remaining two people, whose bursa escort bayan names he immediately forgot as he walked on around the table again, to take his place.

“Right”, said Neil. “now that we all know each other, I’d like Sarah to continue with her report. Perhaps you could start again my dear, so Paul can play catch-up?” She stood again, flicking through her notes, and adjusting one or two sheets to the correct order. Then she proceeded to describe the state of the circulation of their three new publications, and to enlarge upon the group’s capabilities if budgets were expanded, and they were to implement new strategies, which she would like to present in a report, within the next two weeks.

Her voice was clear; her enunciation measured, not too slow to be boring, not too fast whereby they wouldn’t be able to catch the inflections, and subtle differences of the English-English, as opposed to American-English. He was mesmerized, not taking in what she was saying, simply listening to the delivery. I wonder what she’s like in bed, he thought. He couldn’t help himself. She was tall, possibly five-eight, five-nine – but her heels put her at just under six feet, and her command of herself and her subject left him – what was that word? – Bedazzled!

He knew it, and immediately knew the danger signs.

His OWN danger signs.

He’d always had the credo, NEVER sleep with the staff….but already his mind was wandering….

* * *

The meeting broke up soon afterwards. It seems that most everybody else had given their reports of progress, and fortunately, Neil had had the foresight to have one of the girls taking notes in shorthand – she would provide Paul with a written report over the next couple of days of the show. Their booth was quite large in the convention center, and she would have access to her own laptop, to write up the synopsis for him. He was grateful to her, knowing that he could wait until they both got back to White Plains next week……

The crew stood around, chatting between themselves, while Neil did the rounds, speaking to each about their reports, offering advice or comments and his reactions. They were all professionals, and he was pleased that the meeting had gone well – especially the new girl, Sarah from California. Of course, he knew her background, her age and family status from the personnel reports he’d gathered from the company’s president, when he’d bought the company out. He hadn’t wanted to retain any staff, but had been persuaded that he really should keep Sarah and her assistant; the owner stating that they had been invaluable in the control of the circulation statistics which – in trade magazine of their types – was the very life blood of the publication. Now he was glad. She obviously knew her stuff, and – his sixty-one year old mind wandered – she was good eye-candy as well!

He suggested that they should all meet in the restaurant at eight; he’d already arranged the dinner, and – he said – he wanted everybody to relax. So, go get a massage, or have a nap. Dinner would be a leisurely time for them – he warned, that they should take advantage of it – because the next four days of the show were likely to be very busy!

The dinner took them through to around eleven that night. The food had been good, and the service quiet and efficient. Paul had taken it in turns to introduce himself to everybody, pointedly not making a bee-line for Sarah, despite the fact that he was aware of her presence, even – as the old song said – from ‘across the room’. She had changed from the formal business suit, to a svelte cocktail dress that clung to her figure. As he moved around the room, chatting banalities quite often, she was always within his radar screen and he planned on meeting her as soon as was decently possible.

Some of the party drifted away, claiming their beds were calling; Neil promoted the idea that nobody should be too late for their – fortunately – ten a.m. opening, although some, including Sarah, would have to be there well beforehand, to ensure the booth was stocked and “ready to go”. Making his excuses, he finally was able to get in front of her, again, offering his hand in greeting. Then she took his breath away.

“Hello”. A pause, as she appraised him, looking directly into his eyes. “I thought you were actually avoiding me!”

This was the last thing that he’d expected, and escort bursa he simply didn’t know what to say. He stood there, mumbling something stupid, which she tagged immediately, and imperiously, but with that mischievous smile he would come to know and love – and always be intimidated by – she continued “Cat got your tongue?” She had tagged him, alright! Recovering, he smiled, searching for a reply.

“No. I was just saving the best to last! I’m always a one for delayed gratification.” Their eyes met again, hers across her raised glass of Brandy he didn’t listen to her yet nodded as he thought appropriate, but lasciviously, he wondered how she’d be, naked, and alone with him. Would she, could she be as sexual as her façade would seem to indicate. He saw the large wedding band and engagement ring on her left hand. Hmm. Wonder what the story is there, he pondered.

Almost an hour passed, as he made conversation with her, struggling through his distraction and they shared those initial confessions about life that one does when meeting strangers in an environment of comfort. Their marriages, children – she had two boys – job experiences and general chit-chat that people go through when meeting in this way. She knew the effect she had on him, a girlish chuckle deep in her throat being suppressed with great difficulty when his face would redden at her catching him “looking” at her. But he was attractive in a rugged way. Possibly his mouth was a little weak, but – and she reflected on one of her husband’s raunchier sayings – she wouldn’t throw him out of her bed……

Looking at her watch again, she stifled a yawn, noticeably putting her hand up to her face, as her eyes finally revealed her tiredness coming on. And, tomorrow would be a long, hard day. He saw her yawn and said “C’mon. It’s time we took off. Tomorrow’s going to be hell – I almost hate these trade shows…let’s get some shuteye”. And he signed the check with his room number, charging their coffees to the company. Reading the room number upside down, she realized that his was just down the hall to hers, although he didn’t know that! She caught herself. Naughty, naughty. Hell, you’ve just met the guy, and he’s your Boss! Ah well!

The Bar was almost empty as they moved through to the main reception area and the elevators to their rooms. He guided her gently, not pushing, or gripping too hard, more a gesture of friendship, but she was almost painfully aware of his presence. He would get traces of her perfume which heightened his sensitivity to her femaleness and on those lightest of touches, he could feel her through the silk dress the way she moved as she walked alongside him. Stepping into the elevator, she looked enquiringly at him – “Which floor?” knowing damn well which floor, but making him say “Sixth, please”.

“Oh, that’s mine too”, she remarked – and then turned to smile at him. “Okay, which number?” – and held that slight smile around the corner of her mouth, that fascinated him.

“Er…” he fumbled in his pocket for the plastic key-card. “Oh damn, I’ve forgotten which room it is…um, it’s……six, er, six-ten, I think!’ He looked at her, having gone blank and then flicked the credit-card door key over, but no numbers were registered…”I’ll have to go back to reception, and check it.” God, what a fool! He really was annoyed with himself now. She must think him an idiot. Hell, he’d just signed automatically on the check for the coffees. What had he written?

“Why don’t we call from my room; I’ll get the number for you”. And she led him along to her room – 616 – opening the door, and walking ahead of him, into the suite. Picking up the phone, she punched in reception’s number, and waited. “Hi, good evening. Could you please give me the room number of Paul Morgan? Thanks.” She paused. “Yes, he’s a colleague of mine but got in late and I need to give him some documents.” Again, a slight pause. “Okay, 610 – thanks again”. She replaced the handset, and looked across to him, as he waited in the hallway of the suite. “You were right, when you signed the bill – it’s six-ten…” Grinning slightly, she continued – “Can you find your way now…”She giggled slightly. “It’s, er, two rooms down thattaways…” and she pointed with her hand roughly in the direction down the hall…

He smiled ruefully, knowing that she was playing with him. Okay! Two could play this, and he stepped forward to shake hands again, she automatically raising hers to his. He gently grasped it and bending forward, pulled it to his lips. “Bon Nuit, Madame. Sleep Well…” he paused “Is there anything you need before I leave, in order to sleep well?”

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I could not believe that we were going to meet again after so long. I was very nervous. We had not seen each other in years. What would she be like? What would she see in me?

I remembered her curvaceous body, her breasts so full and round with nipples that would get so hard to my tongue. I remembered her lovely legs. Her ankles were so slender and when she indulged me and wore sexy sandals with straps around those ankles – oh my. I began to get hard just thinking of it.

The place was perfect. The used bookstore was in a large old house. The upstairs of the store was usually unoccupied. It had a couch and chairs in a reading area in one room. It had another room off to the side that was always a bit of a mess with more old and odd books and less common ones that meant fewer visitors. And the narrow stairs were so creaky in the old building that it provided plenty of warning of someone coming up.

I was the first one there. Waiting upstairs my heart was pounding. What if she didn’t even come? Then I heard someone coming up the old staircase. Would it be her? I heard hard shoes on the wooden steps… then in the hallway.

Oh my god! It was her. She walked slowly into the reading room as I took her in with my eyes. A flowery summer dress with thin straps over the shoulders. The movement of her breasts with each step spoke to me of there being bursa escort no bra to confine them. She wore no stockings and had a pair of the sexiest high heeled sandals I believe I had ever seen. Wooden platforms but not too tall. Perhaps a 3 inch heel. A delicious curve to them gently holding her feet and three straps over each foot and one surrounding her ankles to hold them in place. Oh my!

My eyes met hers as she came into the room and I stood. It was as if we had never been apart. She came right up and her arms flowed around me and mine around her. Our lips met and opened. Our tongues said hello. As my arms slid down her back I felt no lines underneath. My cock became so hard to strain against my jeans as I realized the dress was all she had on. I felt no bra or panties underneath. Oh! Naughty girl!

We stood looking at each other. We said nothing. She looked so good – if anything even though there were a few more years she looked younger and more vital and sexy than ever. Her eyes never left mine as her hand went to my jeans and she felt of my hardness. I saw that her dress unbuttoned from the front and I release first one button and then another. She suddenly giggled and looked coy and shy. “Not here, you silly man.” she said. But instead I nodded towards the other room and led her by the hand. We went through the doorway to be among the musty bursa escort bayan books that few came to look at.

We kissed again. In the corner of this room we were behind a shelf of books that partially blocked anyone’s view should they come in. And there was always the creaky floor and stairs to warn us of an arrival…

I unbuttoned more buttons. Her dress came apart more as my hands moved in and gently held her breasts. She closed her eyes and leaned towards me – giving herself to me. Meanwhile her hands reached out and found the button on my jeans. She unbuttoned then unzipped and pulled them apart. It was now my turn to surprise. Her hands found my hardness and pulled it free as she realized I had no underwear to get in the way.

I could not wait. Neither could she. I didn’t want to let go of her breasts but I did and turned her around away from me. As if reading my mind she leaned forward against the bookshelves- putting her hands and arms up to steady herself against them. I lifted her dress from behind. She pushed her round bottom towards me and spread her legs. Holding my cock in my hand it was almost magnetically led to the warm wetness of her shaved pussy. It was so wet it instantly covered the head of my cock and thusly I slid into her so easily and so deep with my first thrust. And there we were. That is where our reunion was to escort bursa be. She pushed at me as I drove into her over and over. We were so very hot that we both knew it would be no time at all. In a moment of heat I unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her dress with my arms around her and pulled it wide open. She was now all but naked were anyone to come in….

The luck of our lust was with us. Nobody came. I slowed and my movements became more deliberate as did hers. She arched her back and I pushed against her. My hands found her hips to pull her even tighter to me and as I gave her all of my cock. And together we came. I could feel her pussy contracting against me and her wetness running down my balls. She was trembling as she came and whimpered to keep from making more noise. I could hold no longer and my hardness began pulsing inside her as my sperm flowed into her. We stilled and held tight. I was holding deep in her with my cock moving all of its own as her tight little pussy did the same in return. Oh my…

We were a jumble of nervous activity in making ourselves presentable. We were both very much aware of how carried away we had instantly become. Had anyone walked in we would have been quite a site – for neither one of us would have been able to stop. We kissed gently. We knew we could not leave together should anyone happen to see. We touched forheads and said gentle goodbyes. She left first across the creaky floor and down the narrow steps. I took in her sexy moves beneath the flowery dress and was already dreaming of our next clandestine encounter.

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