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Danny Effron wore a private smile as he watched a cab draw up across the street. The passenger climbed out and stood on the sidewalk to wait until the cab was out of sight before starting across the street. Sitting on the swing seat on the front porch he was invisible to his sister. Moving up to his feet he saw he head turn and a soft smile appear.

“Chris …”

“Hello Mouse.” Danny spoke from the shadow.

Startled Michelle ‘Mouse’ Effron instantly froze; the purse and shoes that she had been carrying clattered on the wood porch deck. He saw her eyes open even wider in shock as he stepped out of the shadow. Instantly she was in his arms. Holding his sister in his arms he could feel her body shudder as she wept uncontrollably.

“I can’t believe that you’re home,” Mouse cried.

“Shush,” he whispered.

Mouse fell silent for a split second before she was reclaimed by the torrent of emotions flooding through her veins. Minutes passed before she dared push back against his arms and look into her brother’s face.

“Why didn’t you tell us that you were coming?”

“I didn’t know until this morning,” he answered.

A smile played with her lips as she shook her head in disbelief. Mouse broke from his embrace and opened the front door. The house was silent and in total darkness.

“Where are you staying?”

“Why didn’t you say?

“Do Mom and Dad know?

Danny laughed.

“I managed to get a room at the Marriott.”

Mouse jumped at him. “There’s no way that you’re staying in a hotel. You’ll stay here.”

“Mouse you only have the one bedroom.” The second bedroom was her study.

“You can have the couch. No, I’ll take the couch and you can have the bed. Damn it Dan, don’t laugh at me.”

“OK.”

“OK, what?”

“OK, I’ll move from a lovely king size bed to your couch.” Exhausted Danny collapsed on to the sofa. Mouse fell down next to him and then twisted and squirmed under his arm.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he answered. Danny could see the moonlight sparkling in her tear filled eyes as silence claimed them.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for you,” he said quietly. Mouse had gone through a bitter divorce with Mike, her husband of two years.

Mouse shook her head. “I needed to go through it on my own.”

Danny nodded but still felt guilty.

“Danny…”

“I love you too Mouse,” he answered Mouse’s sleep filled murmur.

“That’s good then.”

Lulled by the silence that comforted the house and feeling safe and warm in her brother’s arms Mouse closed her eyes and was quickly asleep. Danny was asleep soon after.

Danny woke to find the room filled with sunlight and Mouse lying against his side. Not wanting to move he lay there, silently listening to the house and neighbourhood as it stirred awake.

“Tell me that you are real.”

“That you are real.” Mouse slowly opened her eyes.

“Did you sleep well?”

Mouse snuggled against him.

“What time is it?”

“It’s after nine.”

“Shit, I’m supposed to be at Sam’s for breakfast.”

“Then you’d better get a move on.” Mouse rolled off him and scrambled to her feet. “I’ll just stay here and get a couple of more hours sleep.”

Mouse fell upon him. Her hands immediately she went to tickle his ribs. Mouse saw the look on his face as the pain lanced through Dan’s spine.

“You’re hurt.” Danny grabbed her hand. “What the hell’s going on Danny?”

“I’ll tell you everything. Just give me some time, OK?” Mouse looked unsure. “I’ve never lied to any of you, Mouse, and I’m not about to start.”

Mouse looked down at their enjoined hands. “Make the coffee whilst I get a shower and you can get one after me.”

Mouse stopped at the door and looked back at him. He was stilling lying on the couch.

“I thought that you were making coffee?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Mouse knocked on the door. Inside they could hear voices and then the sound of footsteps closing on the door. Danny stood in the doorway as the door opened.

“Have you got room for one more at breakfast, Sis?” said Danny softly. Sam jumped into his arms. Danny winced as a sharp stab of pain lanced through his ribs.

“Danny!” Crying, Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder.

“Sam, who is it?” asked Chris Dettmer.

“Hey Chris,” Danny called out a greeting to his brother in law. Sam’s husband Chris appeared at the door carrying the newest member of the Carter family, 8 month old Jessica. Sam took her daughter from her husband moved to stand next to Danny.

“Jessica, I’d like you to meet your Uncle Danny. Danny this is your niece Jessica Elizabeth.”

Danny took hold of his niece. “She’s beautiful.”

“She is that,” said Sam.

Danny looked up and caught Chris’s eye. He was going to congratulate him but saw a look in his eye that shouldn’t have been there. Chris quickly became uncomfortable under Danny’s intense gaze.

Danny hugged his sister. “How is it being a Mom?”

Sam smiled through illegal bahis the tears. “Harder than working but I wouldn’t change my life with anyone.”

“Are the parents units here yet?”

Sam giggled.

“I haven’t heard that in ages.” A look of sadness flashed in her eyes as the reasons why invaded her mind.

“Mom and Dad called five minutes ago to say they were ten minutes away,” answered Sam.

Mouse looked at Danny and then to Sam. An unspoken message passed between sisters. Mouse led the way through to the kitchen. As Chris made a fresh pot of coffee Danny slumped into the leather armchair that sat in the corner of the room. As if it was second nature, Sam moved to sit in his lap.

The scene that welcomed the senior Effrons quickly overwhelmed them. Sam was sitting across Danny’s lap, her feet curled over the arm of the chair as she held Jessica, Danny with his arm around his sister as he leaned forward to watch his niece. Realising that they were not alone Danny glanced up. A smile instantly blossomed on his face.

“Hey Mom; hey there Dad; Happy Holidays,” he greeted the parent units warmly.

“Happy Holidays baby,” Mary Effron cried.

“It’s real good to see you home Son,” said Bob Effron.

“It’s damn good to be home,” Danny agreed.

“Amen to that,” added Mouse.

“I really need to use the bathroom,” Danny whispered to Sam. There was mischief in her eyes when Sam turned her face so that none of the others could read her lips.

“So that’s what’s been poking me in the ass. I thought it was your 9 mill”

“I didn’t hear any complaints,” he teased. Sam didn’t have a comeback.

“Hell Sis, have you put on some weight?”

Sam glared at her brother but couldn’t maintain her anger as laughter filled the kitchen. Rising from the armchair he had to let the feeling return to his legs before he could move. Unable to wait Mary hurried across the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her youngest son.

“Are you home for good, baby?” Danny knew that the others had heard the question. If he had looked up he would have notice Mouse’s shadow as she hovered at the foot of the stairs waiting for his answer.

“My days working undercover are over Mom.” Danny’s voice carried through the house. Tears of relief and happiness rolled down Mouse’s cheeks as she hurried into the bathroom.

There were no words when father and son embraced. Sam broke the embrace with a warning, “breakfast in twenty minutes.”

Danny was the last to arrive in the kitchen for breakfast. Sliding into the empty chair next to Mouse he listened to the mundane day to day gossip around the kitchen table. He learned that a Mrs Harris was having an affair and that two of Sam’s friends were getting married in the New Year. Mouse was babysitting so that Sam and Chris could attend the wedding.

“Danny?” Opening his eyes he slowly realised that the room had fallen silent until he felt a hand touch his arm and Sam softly repeated, “Danny?”

“What?”

Mouse was laughing.

“Mom asked you a question,” said Sam.

The Effron women were unmistakeably beautiful. They were all slim and above average in height. Sam had a perfectly flat stomach whilst Mary and Mouse had more of a pronounced stomach swell. As a hormonal teenager he discovered that Sam and Mouse were both B-cups.

Just one look at Mary Effron would tell any eligible guy what the daughters would look like when they reached their fifties. Danny suspected that Chris had had similar thoughts as he dated Sam. He was mistaken. Sam and Danny were both adopted. Sam’s mother had abandoned her at the hospital when she was only a couple of days old. Mary had been on duty when she had been found. Their parents fought every step of the way until they finally legally adopted her. Mouse was born ten months later, much to her parents shock and joy.

Sam was nine when they adopted Danny. He was found by the police after neighbours reported hearing a baby crying. His mother’s body was found on the kitchen floor. She had died from a drug overdose. Danny’s birth mother was seventeen. There was no record of his father.

“Sorry Mom.”

Sam could see that he had changed. It was unmistakeable. He had lost weight, his face was leaner. She could also see that he walked in a different manner. He moved in a way that reminded her of an old man. Where there had been a spark in his eyes, she now saw pain and hurt. Her brother was hiding something.

“Are you OK?” He smiled sadly. The realisation of what he had missed had hit him hard.

“I will be Mom. I will be.”

Mary Effron returned her son’s smile. “Your being back is the best present that I could ask for.”

“Amen to that,” added Sam.

“If that’s all you two want for Christmas then you two are all sorted and I can spend more on Jessica.”

“Hey,” Mouse snapped. There was fun in her eyes. “Don’t include me with them and you owe me birthdays presents too little brother.”

“In that case, can I use your car Mom; I need to go shopping.” The only illegal bahis siteleri thought he had had since being released was to see his family. Christmas hadn’t been in his mind.

Mouse glanced across the table and found Sam, a smile on her face, looking directly at her.

“You still have some things that you still have to get, don’t you Sis? Why don’t you go together?”

Danny could feel their eyes on him. “You don’t have to if you have other plans.”

“No,” Mouse answered hurriedly; her mind was a whirl as she made a mental list of telephone calls she had to make to tell her friends that she wouldn’t be able to make it to lunch. “I have no other plans.”

“What do you say about making a day out of it? We can have dinner at the Cheesecake Factory?” asked Dan. Mouse nodded her head enthusiastically and her face glowed as she smiled.

“Hell, if the Cheesecake Factory is on offer then I’m free,” announced Sam. When she glanced at her younger sister she saw the disappointment etched on her face. Jealousy pricked her as she said, “But I’ll settle on you bringing cheesecake home with you.”

“Me too,” added Mary Effron.

Danny mentioned calling in at the local car dealership on the way to the Mall as he needed transport. He had already picked out the model he wanted. A F150 Harley Davidson and the salesman had seven low mileage examples on the lot. When they finally arrived at the Mall he was the owner of a black F150. He would be able to collect it the following morning.

Mouse held his hand as they entered the Mall. It was crowded with shoppers after last minute gifts or late bargains.

“So, who do you still have to buy presents for?”

“You, silly,” Mouse answered. “Dad is babysitting whilst Sam and Mom are at the Imperial Centre. You didn’t believe that crap about you being Mom’s best present did you, because I have you beat little brother.”

Danny was reflective for a moment and then felt a soft hand against his face.

“Where did you go just now?” He was reflective for a moment before answering. Mouse moved up on to her toes and kissed her brother. “I love you.”

“I know, you told me last night,” he answered slipping his arms around her. “So what do you want for Christmas?”

“Michelle?” Danny looked up at hearing his sister’s name being called out.

“Sheila,” Mouse answered in surprised. The friends exchanged an air kiss.

“So you’re the mystery guy she’s been telling us all about?”

Danny gave his sister a curious look. She wasn’t looking him.

“I’m Sheila, Michele and I work together.” Danny felt Mouse move closer and instinctively he put his arm around her waist.

“Nice to meet you,” Danny replied. “And I hope you don’t mind that I have Mouse all to myself do you?”

“Are you both coming to the party tomorrow night?” cried Sheila. Mouse glanced at Dan. It had slipped her mind.

“Of course we’ll be there,” he answered.

Sheila leaned closer to her friend. “I want details girlfriend.”

Sheila disappeared into the crowd that swirled around them. Mouse tightened her grip on his hand. They would be the talk amongst her friends.

“Now, what would you like Santa to bring you this year?”

Mouse hesitated, “Danny, I made a wish last year that you would be home for Christmas. Santa said that he would keep his promise.”

Danny pulled her closer. “I love you Mouse.”

“I love you too but people are beginning to stare.”

“Let them.” They both started to laugh. Hand in hand they followed the flow through the Mall stopping off to window shop or to enter a store.

“So tell me about this party.”

“It’s OK Danny. You don’t have to go.”

He laughed. “I’ve lost weight and my clothes don’t fit. I was going to ask you to help me pick out a new suit so that I don’t show you up.”

Mouse headed to the Emporio store. She picked out a dark, Italian cut suit, a white shirt that he could wear with the collar open. She then picked out a casual cut suit and half a dozen shirts. Danny paid the sales assistant. They continued to walk through the Mall. As they looked into the window of a jewellery store Danny mentioned that he needed a new watch to go with his suit.

“OK.”

Inside they immediately went to the watch displays. Danny was unsure and put together a choice of four and then asked Mouse for her opinion. He selected the one Mouse had picked out; it was also the one that had caught his eye first. Leaving him to pay Mouse moved down the shop.

“Have a nice day.”

Danny smiled, “you could make it a better day.”

He knew that he had caught the assistant’s attention and explained what he wanted.

“How do I get a boyfriend like you?”

“I’m from right here in Franklin,” he answered. Danny moved across to where Mouse was looking at jewellery.

“Is there one in particular that you like?” Mouse pointed out a diamond pendant and then shook her head. Danny also noticed matching ear rings. He glanced at the assistant.

“There’s no harm in looking,” Danny canlı bahis siteleri pushed.

“But I can’t afford it. So there’s no point.” Danny exchanged a look with the assistant before he followed Mouse further along the counter. They walked around the store before returning to the watch counter to collect his purchases.

They strolled through the Mall. As they were passing Victoria Secrets Danny dragged a reluctant Mouse inside.

“Sit.” Mouse heard the authority in his voice and sat down.

“Just hear me out. I’m not good at this but I want to buy something for Sam. You know her better than I do. It’s for when she goes away for the wedding weekend. Hell, I don’t know what but to make her feel sexy. Then I want you to pick out something for Mom. Again you know what she likes. Then I want you to buy something for me.”

Mouse’s eye’s opened wide.

“The stuff for me is so that I can give it to you for the birthdays that I missed.”

“Danny, you are better at this than you think.”

Mouse jumped to her feet, a determined look on her face, grabbed his hand and dragged him across to the counter. Danny played no part of the conversation with the Sales Assistant but understood enough to understand that Mouse had asked for a private room where she could model for her husband. They were shown to a private room. Inside Danny found himself sitting on a leather sofa opposite a wall of mirrors.

“Sit!” commanded Mouse. Danny smiled.

“Yes Ma’am.”

The assistant who escorted them into the room returned with coffee for Danny. Drinking his coffee he was amused as Mouse with the assistant closely following on behind made several explorations of the sales floor, returning each time with an arm full of outfits. Several items were placed on a rack next to a curtained changing booth.

“Those are for Sam and Mom.” Mouse had a wicked look in her eye. Danny started to have doubts.

“No peaking.”

Lost in thought he hadn’t heard the swish of the curtain as Mouse stepped into the changing booth. When he finally looked up his breath was choked off. Mouse hadn’t closed the curtains fully.

Danny had seen Mouse in two piece swimsuits more times than he could remember but he was unprepared for the vision standing before him. Mouse was wearing a burgundy bra that pushed her already perky 34C breasts up and out. She was also wearing the matching pair of silk pants, they were full at the hip and accentuated with lace that matched the bra. When she turned he got a look at her perfect ass. The pants accentuated the curve of her ass. He saw the silhouette of her erect nipples and felt the sudden rush of blood to his groin.

Mouse was laughing as she looked at her reflection and then disappeared behind the curtain. Minutes passed before she peeled back the curtain and stepped out wearing a long silk gown belted at the waist. Beneath the sheer material he could see that she was naked underneath as the silk flowed over Mouse’s slender hips.

“This is what you are getting for Mom and Sam,” announced Mouse.

Danny looked shocked.

“Seeing the look on your face then I guess I’ve picked the right item.”

“Your boyfriend will be the luckiest guy on the planet.” Mouse gave him a strange luck and then quickly disappeared back behind the curtain.

He glanced across at the lingerie that Mouse had picked out for his Mom and sister.

“So what else have you picked out?”

Mouse put her finger to her lips. “That’s a secret for me to know and you…well…”

Mouse turned abruptly and dashed behind the counter but not quick enough for him not to see the silk had adhered to the cheeks of her ass. The image was quickly burned into his mind. Mouse reappeared ten minutes later. The argument at the checkout was over within seconds as Danny asked the assistant to charge all the items to his card. As the assistant processed the items he moved to stand behind Mouse and held her against him.

“Let me do this.”

“You owe me one,” Mouse whispered back.

“I owe you more than I can ever repay Mouse. You kept me going when I was ready to quit.” Mouse turned without breaking his embrace. “You, Sam and Mom kept me safe and warm. It was thinking of the three of you that got me through each day.”

“Are you in a good place now?” asked Mouse.

He nodded.

The assistant interrupted at that moment. As he waited for the electronic cashier to process his card he heard Mouse say.

“Oh no, he’s my boss and this is my bonus for being a good girl this year. Aren’t I lucky?” He completed the transaction and rushed to gather their purchases and dashed out of the store.

Mouse stopped laughing at her brother’s embarrassment when she noticed that he winced as he put his weight down on his right leg.

“Danny, I’m tired. What about getting cheesecake and going home to Sam’s,” said Mouse. He saw the fierce determination in her tear filled eyes.

“Yes Ma’am.”

Danny spoke slowly as he told his family about his injuries. He had limped into the kitchen and instantly his Mom was alert. Her question was screamed at him. They were all sitting in Sam’s kitchen. Mouse was sitting next to him holding his hand as he spoke. Sam, Chris and his parents listened. They all had tears in their eyes.

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I had never been so excited while driving to her place. There was something in her voice on the phone—an intoxicating mix of lust and playfulness that made her intentions crystal clear. Nothing turned me on as much as her desire for me, and she had made it plain that desire was foremost in her mind. “I want you to have me,” she had said simply. “Be here as soon as you can… I’m ready for you. Just stay in the car.” As I approached her place I realized I was absentmindedly touching myself through the rough denim of my jeans and probably had been for most of the drive. God, I wanted her so bad…

As she made her way down from her door toward my car, her silhouetted body emerging into view under the pale light of the street lamp, I wondered if she had ever looked so hot. It wasn’t just the outfit she was wearing—a short white skirt that framed her lithe, flawlessly sculpted legs and tight tank-top that stretched over her perfect breasts. It was the sexuality flowing through her body, oozing from her eyes, radiating through every limb as she walked purposely toward the car. I opened my door and stepped out, meaning to greet her with a kiss.

“I told you stay in the car!” she said over the roof of the car before I had taken a step, feigning exasperation.

“I was just going to open your door, geesh,” I replied with a smile, faking my own irritation as I climbed back in. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t contain her gorgeous, appreciative smile. After taking her seat in the car, her lips sought mine in an aggressive kiss, one hand behind my neck and the other running its way up my leg. I mirrored her pose, delighting in the smooth, taught feel of her inner thigh while pulling her mouth harder to mine as our tongues sought each other,. She let a moan escape into my mouth as she pulled away slightly, her lips brushing my cheek as she sought out my ear. “I want you to have me,” she breathed as her hand continued its way up my thigh. “I’ll do whatever you want with your cock, but for now, while we’re driving back to your place, I’m going to suck it…”

I let loose a low groan as I instantly hardened. “Mmmm,” she answered coyly as her hand confirmed the effects of her intentions. She looked down at her fingers as they danced over the growing bulge in my pants, her eyes an enthralling combination of pride in, and desire for, her accomplishment.

“Drive,” she whispered in my ear with a last flicker of her tongue as her fingers sought out my zipper and began to tug impatiently. I knew this was going to an unusually intense evening, even for us, and I couldn’t help but punch the car forward in my excitement, the acceleration pushing us back in our seats. “No need to hurry,” she said with faked agitation as she leaned back toward me. She smiled suggestively and added in a simple yet husky voice, her hand sliding into my unzipped jeans, “I want to take my time.”

I relaxed the car and let out a loud, halting breath as her fingers delicately circled around my still-hardening shaft. She gave a whimper of her own as her hand gripped me more firmly. I could feel myself pulsing against her tight grip as she struggled briefly in her own excitement to free me from my boxers.

“Mmmm, God, Ryan, I want you so bad,” she couldn’t help moaning, revealing how close she was to losing the calm control she had been projecting. Regaining her composure, she looked up at me and breathed, “I want to keep you close the whole way home…” With a last deft tug it sprang from my jeans, the tip purple and swollen and throbbing noticeably even in the low light of the car, her hand wrapped tightly around the base. “Fuck…” she whispered.

“Mmmm, fuck…” I answered her as she shifted in her seat and lowered her head to take me in her mouth. She let her lips travel slowly all the way down, then back up, her tongue sliding underneath, sucking gently. My breath came in ragged gasps as she flickered and swirled her tongue expertly. I moaned, fighting to concentrate on driving as she gave one long lick from the base to the tip, puckering her lips over the soft head, kissing it tenderly.

Then, without warning, she slid her mouth up and down forcefully several times, sucking passionately, her moans mingling with the loud slurping noises her mouth was making as she devoured me.

“Ohhh, fffuck!” I groaned again, louder this time. I struggled to keep my eyes focused on the road as she aggressively worked her mouth over every still-growing inch of me. “Mmmmmm… Gawwwd… Stacy…” I managed to exhale as she continued her non-stop assault. She merely moaned her response, humming against me as her lips gripped even tighter around my shaft, bobbing fiercely up and down, sucking with abandon. “So much for taking her time,” I thought—it was the only thing I could think, the pleasure was so intense. I couldn’t remember her ever devouring me so greedily and aggressively.

Our shared moans and gasps mingled with violently wet sucking and slurping noises as she guzzled me into her steaming mouth. Her bahis firmaları hand, soaking wet by this time, stroked me with an increasing rhythm. Her wanton need was driving me mad with my own desire. With one hand on the steering wheel, my other hand sought out her body, not content to enjoy the experience passively. I pressed firmly into her back and slid my hand downwards, searching out a way to give her pleasure, but the angle and motion of her body limited the possibilities. All I could do was grip her butt firmly and pull…

As I spread her open roughly, she gasped in a splutter, releasing me long enough to let out a loud “UNNNHHH” before repositioning her hand and taking me even deeper into her mouth, her tongue thrashing as she sucked hungrily, oblivious to any method of pleasing me and just losing herself to her cravings. Knowing that my action had sparked this reaction sent another jolt of excitement through my body from my chest through my limbs, causing me to throb and expand in her greedy mouth. I couldn’t reach quite far enough, but she didn’t seem to mind—her whimpers and moans and the action of her mouth made it clear that my touch was doing the trick. I groped a little lower with my fingers, stretching awkwardly toward the passenger to reach her, and pulled her ass again, marveling in the feel of her moaning mouth around me. I imagined it in my mind as I spread her open again, knowing she must be glistening wet. I imagined her, swollen and ready with anticipation. I imagined a bead of wetness trailing down between her legs…

That brought me to the edge. I quickly moved my hand to the back of her head, held her still and uttered a strained “shhhh…” To my surprise, she ceased her wild movements immediately. I realized that she was more in control of herself than I thought. That simple realization made me throb again in her still mouth, and she whimpered a quiet “mmmm.” I was so close, but I knew I wasn’t going to come yet. She didn’t know, though, and I knew she was wondering what was going to happen.

To my delighted surprise, she subtly tightened her grip around me and expertly ran her tongue along the soft underside of my throbbing shaft. I was struggling to contain my orgasm and she knew it—and loved it. I gently tightened my grip on the back her head and whispered another “shhhh…” She couldn’t help let out a long grunt of pleasured frustration as I jerked involuntarily between her lips, throbbing against her tongue. I removed my hand from the back of her head as, with a slight spasm, I oozed ever so slightly into her eager mouth.

I felt more than heard her long, delighted groan as she sensuously slid her tongue around the tip and brought her lips to the swollen head. It was my turn to groan as she gently sucked the tip, intent on drawing every last drop into her mouth. The critical moment had passed, and as we slowed to a stop at a red light, she removed her lips from around me with a soft, wet, slurping pop.

“God, Stacy… you are un-be-leeeev-able,” I managed to stammer. “Where is all this coming from?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said demurely as she sat back for a moment to smooth out her clothes with the palms of her hand, casting a quick glance out the car at the empty intersection. Then she brought her lips to my ear again and breathed, “I just love feeling your hard cock throb in my mouth…”

“Ffffuuckk…” was all I could reply as she began to trace the back of her fingernails slowly along the glistening skin of my shaft, tickling me seductively.

“Mmmm, do you like that?” she asked teasingly. All I could do was nod. She pressed her advantage, her lips brushing my ear lobe. “Mmmmm, do you like the way I suck your cock, Ryan?” The spasm she felt against her fingers and my sharp intake of breath answered her question. Often our love-making was luxurious and tender, but other times we were prone to display a more daring, dirtier side. During these times, experience had taught me that I could do more to turn her on with my words than anything I could do with my hands or lips. And on this night, I could tell that there would be few limits—the dirtier the better.

“Mmmm, Stacy, I love the feel of your lips wrapped around my cock,” I whispered back to her as my hand sought her thigh. This time it was her turn to merely whimper a reply, and my turn to press the advantage. “Mmmm, do you like the way my come tasted when I oozed into your mouth?” The volume of her inhalation made me wonder for a second if she was having an orgasm.

“Ohhh, Ryan, yes,” she breathed, moving her fingers to caress the tip of me as I slipped my own beneath the edge of her skirt. “I love the taste of your come when your cock jerks into my mouth.” With that, she lifted her sticky wet fingers from my tip to her lips and licked them teasingly before sucking them into her mouth. My mind was racing! What was taking place was unprecedented, and I wanted to make it last as long as possible.

“Mmmm, I wish it was jerking inside your pussy.”

“Ohhhh, kaçak iddaa fuck!” She let out another orgasmic moan as I felt her push her hips forward toward my teasing fingers. “I want to feel your cock throbbing inside my pussy so bad,” she said as she reached for my hand to slide it further along her inner thigh.

“Tell me how wet you are,” I breathed as her mouth danced over my ear and her hand guided mine further under her skirt.

“God, Ryan, my pussy’s so wet thinking of all the ways I want you to fuck me… UNNNHHHH!!” She cried out as she firmly pressed my fingers into the damp fabric of the tiny g-string covering her soft, wet, waiting flesh, confirming what I already knew about the state of her arousal. I could literally feel the heat coursing from between her legs and instinctively I began to rub in slow, steady circles. Her legs opened wide, and I could tell by the movement of her hips that she was aching for me to enter her. Her gasping breath was hot on my ear and cheek as I quickened my movements. I pressed my middle finger into her softness just enough to illicit a another soft cry, then refocusing my attention higher, my wet fingers rubbing determinedly, her hand on mine urging me on.

“Mmmm, Stacy, I love feeling how wet and ready you are. I want to taste you so bad!”

What happened next nearly brought me over the edge. I felt her hand drift slowly off of mine in a downward motion and realized with a thrill that she was pulling her underwear to the side. As I continued to rub, she slid two fingers deep inside herself with a loud gasp. Before I had a chance to even moan my excitement, she raised her glistening fingers to my parting lips and slid them in over my eager tongue. She smiled wickedly at the look of shocked pleasure on my face and whispered, “Mmmm, you like the way I taste?”

I merely groaned my delight as I continued to swirl my tongue over her fingers, savoring the sweet, tart taste of her wetness. I slid my hand from under her skirt and brought it to the back of her neck, her frustrated whimper covered by my mouth as I brought her lips to mine, our mouths open and active. She moaned in pleasure as our tongues caressed each other’s, sharing the taste of her.

The loud honk of a car horn behind us startled us into the reality of our surroundings. I didn’t know how long the light had been green, oblivious to the outside world. I brought both hands to the steering wheel to make the left turn toward the freeway as she sat back straight in her seat, again tugging coyly at her skirt as she brought her legs together. “Wow…” we both said simultaneously, and then both began to laugh loudly, the silliness saying something at the same time breaking the thick sexual tension. The delightful trill of her laugh and the playful beauty of her face made my heart leap. “God, I love your laugh so much,” I said happily.

“Awww, thanks,” she replied with a dazzling smile.

“And your smile, too. Yea, I pretty much love everything about your mouth,” I added in a matter-of-fact tone. She rolled her eyes but smiled in spite of my lameness.

“Mmm, I bet you do,” she answered with mock arrogance, finishing with another wicked smile.

“So, where did all this come from?” I asked again, trying not to sound too distracted as I merged into freeway traffic.

“I guess it started at work today,” she began.

“Oooooo, another Paul story?” I joked.

“Ewwww, no!! Sicko,” she laughed. Then her voice found a seductive timbre and she continued, “I’ve just been extra horny all day, thinking about us…” She let her eyes drop to where I was still protruding through my boxers. As her hand reached out to curl once more around me, she brought her face closer to my ear. She couldn’t contain the excitement in her voice. “I almost got caught giving myself an orgasm right there at my desk…”

“Oh my God…” I breathed as I pulsed against her tightening grip. She beamed in pleasure at feeling my reaction to her words, her hand beginning a slow stroking motion. I reached for her thigh again as she parted her legs ever so slightly. I wanted to ask her directly what she had been fantasizing about, but decided to wait and see if she would volunteer a description. She didn’t disappoint.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about using my mouth on you,” she said excitedly, then added in a sultry whisper, her lips in my ear, “I couldn’t stop imagining your hard cock throbbing between my lips.”

“Unnnhhhh!” was all I could respond as I swelled in her hand, the head engorged with my renewed excitement. I could sense her delight in the effect she was having on me.

“Mmmm, keeping you close,” she continued seductively, holding me gently between her thumb and fingers. “Listening to the noises you make… feeling you all hard and swollen… running my tongue from the base to tip… tasting you ooze.”

With these last words, she pressed her index finger lightly into the tip and watched greedily as she stretched a long, sticky thread from out of me. kaçak bahis She lowered her head and brought the thread to her mouth so that it sagged between her lower lip and the tip of my throbbing erection. Her delicate tongue flicked out against my skin as she took me into her open-mouthed smile and wrapped her soft lips around me once more, sucking gently.

“Unnhh, like that?” I managed to groan.

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed as she held the tip of me in her mouth, her hand still stroking me slowly.

“God, that feels so good,” I exhaled. She moaned her agreement as her tongue encircled me in a slow, swirling motion. “But I want to hear more. Tell me what happened.” I sensed her pause, reluctant to stop but (I hoped) excited to explore this new fantasy. Teasingly, she slid her mouth downwards over my shaft as far as she could, flickered her tongue sensuously, then slowly slid her lips back up, sucking gently, finally releasing it with a tender kiss.

Slowly tracing her fingernails up and down my wet skin, she raised her mouth to my ear once more. “You want me to tell you how I was fantasizing about you at work today?” I jerked involuntarily against her finger tips. “Mmmmmmm,” she purred. “You want to hear how excited I got imagining wrapping my lips around your cock? You want me to tell how wet I was getting thinking of how I wanted to bring you so close that you were begging me to make you come?”

“Please…” I uttered breathlessly, begging for more, my fingers sliding up and down her inner thigh, exploring higher under her skirt. I could feel her legs open wider and could sense the delight she felt at the effects her words were having on me.

“You want to know about how I couldn’t keep from closing my eyes right there at my desk and sliding my fingers underneath my dress to rub my swollen clit? You want me to tell you how I could feel my pussy dripping down my leg thinking of you bending me over my desk right there so you could fuck me from behind?”

“OHHhhhhhhh!” I let out in a guttural groan, my head falling back. It was all I could do keep control of the car as I placed both hands back on the steering wheel. Any momentary alarm she felt was quickly replaced by eager excitement at her own power over me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her replace my hand with her own as it disappeared underneath her skirt.

“You want me to tell you how I could hear voices down the hall and the thrill turned me on even more? About how once I had to stop when someone walked through and as soon as they left I went right back to playing with my clit?”

“Yes… pleeeeease…” I managed to strain in a high-pitched whimper. She moaned softly in my ear at the sound of my pleading voice. I regained my composure enough to add, “I want to hear how much you wanted me to bend you over the desk right there in that office, lifting your dress up, gripping your ass in my hands, and burying my hard cock in your tight pussy!”

Her moan wasn’t soft this time. “OHHHHH, mmmnnggphhhuck!” she wailed into my ear, her head collapsing against my shoulder and chest. She squeezed me so tight that it almost hurt, the pain actually bringing me intense pleasure. My pleasure grew as I noticed how rapidly she was rubbing herself under her skirt.

Our gasps, moans, and the soft wet noises of skin stroking skin were the only noises for a moment. My eyes kept darting from the road to where one of her hands was stroking me firmly to where her other hand was vigorously pleasuring herself.

“God, Ryan, I’m so close…” she breathed, momentarily slowing the activity hidden beneath the skirt. There was something so unbelievably sexy about the sight of her on the passenger seat, turned slightly towards me, knees apart and her skirt hiked far up her legs, just down enough to prevent me from seeing her finger-play, forcing me to use my imagination. I knew what I wanted next, but at the same time I wanted to hear the rest of her story.

“How did you almost get caught?” I asked quietly, breaking her from her revelry. As she calmed, her hand returned to rubbing slow circles between her legs while her other went back to slowly tracing the pulsating veins of my shaft. “I want to hear more about what happened… about what you were thinking when you made yourself come…”

“Mmmm, I bet you do,” she whispered playfully, reasserting her control over the situation. “I bet you want to hear all about it… about how I couldn’t concentrate on anything else thinking how bad I wanted you in my mouth… about how my desire was so intense I actually caught myself running my tongue over my lips and around inside my mouth and had to almost laugh… about how the risk literally made my pussy hot, mmmm, driving me crazy…” She was definitely in control now, and there was no way I was going to interrupt her. I wanted to see how hot she could make us both.

“I bet you want to hear how I was turning myself on so much I couldn’t resist reaching below the desk and underneath my dress, sliding it up over my thighs, teasing myself…” She began tickling her inner thigh up and down slowly as she spoke, reliving the fantasy. I was beginning to wish the drive would last forever—I didn’t want her to stop talking dirty to me.

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“Oh God!”

I moaned and quickly stopped the rhythmic movements that drove me up and down on Elliott’s cock. After a moment, I raised my body from Elliott’s and crashed to the bed beside him.

“Damn, Van, that was good.”

Van was his nickname for me, short for Savannah. He’d been calling me that since we first met, 6 years ago, in college. As I lay there beside him, uncovered and praying for the air conditioning to come on, I thought about where this little episode would fall on the top ten list.

“Hey Elliott, what do you think about putting this one at number 7?”

He laughed. “Sure. Works for me”

I sighed contentedly and reached for the sheet. The air had come on, and even though southern summers were outrageously hot, I suddenly had goose bumps.

“Remember how we got this silly little top ten list started?” I whispered.

“Sure. You were just getting over that dirt bag David and needed a shoulder to cry on. I just so happened to be the perfect shoulder.”

I giggled. Elliott and I had been friends since our freshman year of college. He used to joke that he was my “dick in the glass case.” You know-in case of emergency, break glass. After I dumped David at the end of our freshman year, we uncovered all sorts of sexual tension. When we came back to school in August, Elliott took it upon himself to take care of me after the appendectomy I’d had only 4 weeks earlier. One thing led to another, and by October, we were madly in love.

I looked over at Elliott. He was lying on his back, eyes closed, hands laced behind his head. It was easy for me to remember why I had fallen so hard for him. He was tall, about 6′ 6″ and built like a linebacker. He wasn’t thin by any stretch of the imagination, but rather was muscular and intimidating. His build suited him for his job as police officer in the small country town where he was from and we lived. His short black hair was beginning to gray, and he claimed it had only started since our marriage 2 years earlier.

I leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. He opened his hazel eyes and smiled.

“Remember the night of # 10?” he asked.

“I certainly do,” I replied. “We hadn’t been dating very long. We were on our way to go see your mom and dad. I hadn’t met them but 2 or 3 times and wanted to make a good impression.”

Elliott had grown up only 30 minutes from the college we attended. After we started dating, it was nothing out of the ordinary for us to visit his hometown at least 3 times a week. He knew all sorts of paths, empty fields, and good makeout spots from his high school years and he didn’t neglect to show any of them to me.

He reached over and entwined his fingers in my long brown hair. “You know, you were the first brunette I ever dated.”

I rolled my eyes and snorted. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I guess that’s why you were so surprised that night. Didn’t trust brunettes to show you a good time, huh?”

“Boy was I wrong.”

He leaned over to kiss me, lingering a moment to watch my blue eyes. After our lips parted, he drew me close to him and promptly fell asleep. I could hear him snoring softly illegal bahis and closed my eyes as well, but didn’t fall asleep.

I was still thinking about the night of # 10 on our list. Elliot had driven an older Ford Ranger pickup truck in college. It was small, but suited the two of us well as a means of transportation when were so terribly broke in college. That night, we left the college and were headed to his parents’ house. Elliott and I had made out and felt each other up, but hadn’t really done much more than that. While I wasn’t overly promiscuous in high school, I had given my share of blowjobs and hand jobs. I had dated a guy who was by far the best pussy eater that I’ve ever met, and we experimented like normal teenage couples. However, I had never lost my virginity. I was hoping to save that for “the one”.

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Elliott and I were headed down the dark, straight stretch of road and he was driving. We’d shared some long, heavy kisses before leaving and were both quite worked up. I unhooked my seatbelt and scooted over so I was sitting next to Elliott.

“This thing have cruise?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’ll still have to switch gears, though.”

“Well, you had better be a good driver, then,” I said as I reached over and began caressing his cock through his jeans.

“Dear God Savannah,” he moaned. “If you keep that up, we’ll never make it to Mom and Dad’s.”

“Is that such as bad thing?” I replied as I continued to massage him and plant kisses along his neck and jaw line. He arched his back slightly and I saw that moment as an opportunity to unbuckle his belt, surprising him.

“What are you doing?”

“Just shut up and enjoy the ride,” I mumbled.

He lifted his pelvis long enough for me to unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly. I moved my hand so that only the thin cotton of his boxers separated me from his cock. I continued my massage, reaching down and tracing my fingers along his balls while I slowly shifted my position so Elliott wouldn’t notice what I was planning next.

I quickly lay down on my side, so that my face was only inches from Elliott’s now pulsing cock. I pulled the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his swollen shaft. He moaned in pleasure, now anticipating what was coming next. This was to be his first blowjob from me, and I intended to make it memorable.

I started by softly licking the underside like it was a melting ice cream cone. One of his hands came off the steering wheel and found a place on the back of my head, pushing my mouth against him. I pulled away.

“No sir. You need both hands to drive. Do that again, and I’ll quit for good.”

He made no reply, but placed his hand back on the steering wheel. I leaned back down and continued my attentions. I placed just the tip of his shaft inside my mouth, sucking softly, trying to gauge what he liked. He breathed deeply and I figured I was doing something right. I reached under his cock, and began fondling his balls as I swirled up and down his shaft with my tongue. I knew he was hot and wouldn’t last long, so this illegal bahis siteleri had to be good. I took a deep breath and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. Before I knew it, his pubic hairs were tickling my nose.

“Van, that is good. I had no idea…”

I realized that he was close, very close. I moved my mouth up and down his shaft several more times before letting it rest on the tip, sucking softly again. I took my hand from his balls and began to pump his cock while twisting. His hips began to jerk and I suddenly became concerned that we might end up in the ditch before all was said and done. I held on to his cock and figured that we’d have a good time explaining that to the cops who showed up at the scene. Just as soon as that thought passed through my mind, Elliott let out a loud moan.

“Ohhh. Savannah, here it comes.”

I didn’t flinch as hot jets of semen sprayed the back of my throat. After two or three bursts, I sat up and swallowed, still massaging his cock gently with my fingers, trying to get every drop out. I managed to get a trace on my index finger and brought it up to my mouth, slowly licking it off. I thought Elliott’s eyes were going to pop out of his head.

“What is it?” I asked as I smiled seductively.

“I’ve never, um, been with a girl who, um…”

“What, gave you a blowjob?”

“No, I’ve had plenty of blowjobs, but I’ve never known a girl that swallowed or even acted like they enjoyed it.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s something you’ll have to worry about with me.”

Surprisingly, we didn’t end up in the ditch. Elliott reached down and pulled his boxers back into place.

“So, are we still going to your Mom and Dad’s?”

“Yes, but we’re making a detour first.” He looked over and smiled while his hand found the inside of my thigh.

I was wearing a short denim skirt and white tank top that accented the curves on my 5’6″ frame nicely. His fingers began to trace the outline of my pussy through my panties, which were already damp.

“Why don’t you find us a spot?” I moaned.

“I know just the place,” he replied. “Just about 2 more minutes and we’ll be there.”

Sure enough, Elliott was already turning down a bumpy dirt path beside a field. We drove until we reached a pond. Elliott put the truck in park and turned off the ignition. He opened the door and stepped outside to adjust his pants.

“Listen,” he whispered. “Do you hear it?”

The sound of water bubbling up in the pond was audible and peaceful.

“I used to fish here a lot when I was a kid. This is such a beautiful place. I thought you’d like it here.”

At this, Elliot reached into the truck and pulled me to the driver’s side so that my legs were hanging off the seat, out the open door. He put his hands around the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his. His lips and tongue tickled my lips until he gained access to my mouth, pushing his tongue inside. He broke away and pulled my shirt over my head.

“Why don’t you do me a favor and lose that bra?”

I quickly obliged, reaching behind me and unhooking the two clasps. Elliott canlı bahis siteleri grasped the shoulder straps and pulled it off, laying it on the seat behind me. He stood back from me a moment, observing my full breasts before reaching out to touch my nipples. He began to stroke them in circles with his fingers, all while exploring my mouth with his tongue. I began to moan.

He shifted his body and took my left nipple into his mouth.

“Ohhh.”

His hands didn’t neglect the nipple that wasn’t receiving oral attention. He began to twist and pull on my right nipple before he switched. My pussy was so wet I could feel the cool air through the dampness of my panties.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked.

I could only reply with a moan. His mouth returned to my breasts, sucking and pulling at my nipples until I thought I would explode.

His hands were quickly between my thighs, pushing them apart and removing my panties. He began to firmly stroke my clit with two fingers.

“Oh God, Elliott! That feels incredible. Please don’t stop.”

He made no sound, but gently pushed me down onto my back and pulled my legs toward the edge of the seat, so that my ass was just on the edge. He knelt down and began to lick my pussy. His tongue swirled over my clit and in and out of my pussy.

“Mmmmm. Oh, yeah.”

He softly began to suck on my clit as his fingers pistoned in and out of my hot cunt. I began to buck my hips and cried, “Elliott, I’m gonna cum!”

Suddenly, he stopped. I moaned in disappointment.

“I was so close. Why’d you stop?”

“Because I want to make sure I properly thank you for that amazing blowjob earlier.”

He began to work his fingers in and out of my pussy again, while leaning down and sucking one nipple and then the other. I chanted “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes” as I got closer and closer to my orgasm.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, Elliott found my G-spot. He stroked it with his fingers, using his other hand to push just above my pubic bone, creating a pressure I found to be unbelievable. He increased the speed of his fingers and before I knew it, everything else faded away.

“OHHH!” I screamed. The release was incredible. I’d had orgasms before, but never like this. I looked down and saw that there was fluid gushing from my pussy. Elliott was grinning, continuing to finger fuck me through the strong contractions of my cunt. After several more seconds, he removed his fingers with an audible slurp.

“What happened?” I moaned.

“I don’t know for sure, but I think you gushed,” Elliott replied.

“What do you mean, gushed?”

“I’ve seen it before. It’s never happened to me, but I’ve seen pictures and some of my high school buddies had girls who could.”

“It was great.” I was at a loss for any more words than that. I had literally seen stars. Elliott helped me get dressed and then he crawled into the cab of the truck with me. We sat cuddled together long enough for me to regain my composure before we headed to his parents’ for dinner and a movie.

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I was getting sleepy and Elliott was still snoring beside me. I gently maneuvered myself so I could get up and use the bathroom. Then I returned to bed, smiling to myself as I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the other spots on our list.

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Travis’s laundry had piled up between school, work, and an attempt to carry on a social life. This didn’t allow for the cleanest apartment so getting home from work he called off his plans for the night, and was determined to take the evening to catch up. At 28 and single nobody seemed to have too much of an expectation for a neat and tidy home, but he was resolute in getting organized! He sorted his dirty clothes piled up the first load and made for the laundry room, and while the basket was heavy it wasn’t really a problem for Travis at 6’3″ 240 pounds and a regular gym rat he was strong, and while he didn’t exactly have a six pack abs his arms and chest were fairly well developed with strong lean legs he would say he was a pretty good looking guy. Hoisting the basket and beginning his decent down the stairs he couldn’t wait to get all this shit done.

Turning the corner he approached the club house slash pool area, and could hear faint talking but couldn’t make out what was being said. Then Travis heard a woman’s voice it was soft and quiet just above a whisper really but he heard the words very distinctly.

“Please don’t, I don’t have any money. Please take my watch or my necklace, anything just please don’t hurt me.” The girl’s voice was shaking; Travis turned the corner slowly wanting to the survey the scene before making himself known. He saw a girl probably no older than 21 or 22 slowly trying to back away from what looked to be two skinny ghetto-fabulous knuckle heads, their pants were half way down their asses and the oversized t-shirts hung damn near to their ankles. The taller of the two rushed forward grabbing her in a forced hug he pulled her tightly to him and stared down at her. Travis still stood back, he didn’t want her to be hurt, but he also didn’t want to give up the element of surprise to quickly. The shorter grade school dropout stood with his back to Travis, and he could see the knife held in his right hand. He glanced over at the taller delinquent and determined he was unarmed from what he could see.

“Money ain’t what we after bitch!” The taller one said looking down at his victim. “This jus ain’t your night, but it sure as hell is gonna be ours”.

With that he reached down cupping both her ass cheeks in is greasy hands, he squeezed her pajama bottom covered butt. It was obviously that this was not a caress by any stretch of the imagination as she cried out in pain, and tried to push away with both hands placed firmly on his chest. Travis could take no more he had to make his move now while the shorter one was distracted by the scene playing out in front of him. Travis ran full steam ahead aiming his shoulder to connect squarely in the back of the short little fucker. With an audible exhale of air the short would be rapist flew head first into the pool, and the knife sailed into the bushes close by.

“What the fuck! Who the fuck are you bitch?” The taller dumbass must have been startled because he jumped back about 3 feet, and released his victim. She ran over to the lit area about 10 feet away.

Travis tossed his cell phone to her “call the cops, hurry”. With his eyes turned toward her Travis couldn’t help but notice her beauty. She was maybe 5’6″ with wavy brown hair, and the tank top she wore showed off her slender arms and perfect neck. He also glanced and found while her body was slender and toned her ample chest stuck out to reveal a plentiful amount of cleavage, and with the chill of the night air and the current situation she shook making her beautiful tits tremble causing Travis to be distracted for a moment. Then he saw it out of the corner of his eye the taller assailant lunging for him, he snapped his arm up connecting his fist square in the face of his would be attacker. Staggering backwards and blinded by pain Travis saw his opportunity to end this situation quickly. Throwing his fist fast he smashed the punk at least 5 more times leveling him, and leaving him unconscious on the cold cement. He heard water splashing behind him spinning he threw his foot forward connecting with the shorter boys chest causing him to snap back and hit his head on the concrete. With both men unconscious he approached the girl; she was still shaking, but able to speak into the phone with the 911 operator. She relayed the events of the last few minutes, and hanging up the phone and handing it back to Travis she said.

“Oh my god thank you, I c-c-can’t even imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t did what you did.”

“Really it was nothing I’m just glad you’re ok.” Travis replied looking down into her eyes, and he couldn’t help but notice the piercing eyes staring back at him.

She crossed her arms in front of her trying to get some warmth back into her body. “NOTHING, are you kidding you might illegal bahis have just saved my life there is no way I could ever repay you.”

“There is no reason to repay me anything I’m just glad I showed up when I did. Are you hurt? You’re shaking you must be freezing; here.” Reaching in his laundry basket he pulled out a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Standing close to her to wrap the blanket around her he could smell the sweet vanilla body spray she must have applied before her venture to the laundry room, and the beautiful scent along with her stunning good looks his head swooned. Their eyes locked for just a moment longer than a normal glance, and smiling they broke their eyes just in time to hear the sirens turning the corner into the complex.

“OVER HERE” Travis yelled waving his arms in the air to catch the cop cars attention. Turning back to the stunning girl they locked eyes again. “By the way my name is Travis” he pushed his hand out slowly to shake hers.

“I’m Alexis but everyone calls me Lexi.” She looked at his hand and with not knowing what came over her she jumped into his arms her face in his chest and her arms around his back she held on tight. Travis was taken aback by how forward she was, but sensing her need to be comforted he held her close.

“Ya know attacking me like that I should have yelled FIRE! Or something.” He realized how inappropriate his joke was, but not until after it had spewed from his mouth. She looked up into his eyes again, and the trembling lips broke into a smile and laughter erupted from her.

“That’s not funny asshole” she said jokingly releasing her arms she punched him in the arm still chuckling. The cops were hauling away the 2 douche bags and after collecting Lexi’s and Travis’s statement Lexi turned towards Travis “I know there is no way I can ever repay you, but maybe I can reward you with a beer.”

“Absolutely!” Travis replied. They walked in the direction of his apartment so he could drop off is laundry and proceeded to Lexi’s place a building away. They walked in the door and she tossed her keys on the kitchen counter, and interlocking her arms in his she led him into the living room pointed to the couch, and as soon as his ass touched the couch she scampered into the kitchen and returned with 2 frosty beers. Handing one to Travis and taking a pull off her own she sat down next to Travis close enough for their knees to touch.

“So Travis when you’re not pulling off the Batman routine what do you do” she asked trying to make small talk, and break the crazy uncomfortable ice building in the room.

“Well I work in a restaurant, I’m the manager of a fairly upscale place” their eyes met again. “And you damsel in distress?”

“I work part time doing the retail thing, and doing school on the off days.” It was now starting to get more awkward, and they both knew it.

Travis leaned in and Lexi met him half way and they’re lips met, and at first it was light almost nonexistent, but quickly turned into a heated exchange as their tongues lashed at each other caressing, gliding against each other. She quickly swung her leg over his and was now straddling his lap; all traces of trauma seemed to wash away when she pushed herself hard into his crotch. She could feel him growing against her, and by the swelling she felt she knew he was above average downstairs, and as her excitement built she lost the last inhibition and decided she needed this…. NOW!

For Travis’s part he at first was unsure of what to do given the events of the night, but her wantonness convinced him that she not only wanted this but needed it. Grabbing his shirt she lifted it above his head and begun rubbing his chest massaging his muscles eliciting moans from him. His mouth left hers and kissed his way down her jaw line kissing and running his tongue up to her ear lobe and licking it sucking it.

“Ohhh Travis that feels amazing” She said this through broken breath inhaling sharp when his hand moved up her side, and begun massaging her spilling cleavage. Travis let his tongue travel down further licking, gliding over her smooth skin, dipping in between Lexi’s tits she shuddered her breath became ragged and sharp. He grasped the bottom of her shirt and begun lifting it over her head, but given the angle and her impressive tits he found it difficult.

“Rip it” she said softly.

“What?” He wasn’t sure he heard her right.

“Rip my fucking shirt in half” Travis needed no other invitation he dipped his fingers into her tank top and grapping it firmly in his hands shred it right down the middle. Lexi’s back arched and for the first time Travis saw her beautiful breast, they were firm but hung slightly and were capped with large silver dollar nipples and hard erect bright illegal bahis siteleri pink quarter inch nipples. Travis lowered his mouth to her right nipple drawing it into his mouth while swirling his tongue around it, his teeth came down slightly pinching it pulling on it slightly.

“Oh god Travis! Please more that feels sooooo amazing.” She cried out.

His free hand found her left breast and massaged it circling around to find the nipple pinching it between pointer finger and thumb, and keeping his oral attack on the right breast he quickly switched to the left and matched his previous routine. Lexi’s grinding was taking its toll on Travis his cock was as hard as it had ever been and was crying out to be released. Grapping her waste he easily lifted her to her feet, and repositioned himself at the edge of the couch pulled her to him kissing her bare stomach and kissing down to her bellybutton swirling his tongue around it. Lexi giggled a little at the tickling from Travis’s tongue. He reached and grabbed the elastic band of the pajama bottoms, and lifted his eyes to meet hers and her head rolled forward and looked down into his eyes.

“Please” was all she could muster.

“I can’t wait to taste you” and Travis meant it he longed to push his tongue into her. He pulled them down slowly feeling it resist as it traveled over the swell of her ass. She was shaking with anticipation, shuddering as his tongue followed the elastic.

“Please Travis lick me I need to feel your tongue all over my pussy” the sudden little bit of dirty talk lit a fire in Travis. He ripped the bottoms down and stood wrapping his arms around her waist lifting Lexi up off the ground, she instinctively wrapped her legs around him.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he stated looking into those blue-green orbs. All Lexi could do was point down the hall way. He carried her down the hall passing a bathroom on the right, and started to turn left into a bedroom.

“No that’s my roommates room, but don’t worry she’s gone until next week so you have me all to yourself.” She smiled at him and while Travis didn’t mind an audience he wanted to concentrate all his energy into this young nympho.

He walked straight into her room and finding her bed lightly tossed her on the bed. She let out a playful squeal of surprise and laid back, and as Travis watch her lovely frame writhe in anticipation on the bed he couldn’t resist, normally he would trace his tongue all over her shapely legs, but he couldn’t resist any longer. Falling to his knees wrapping his arms around her thighs he pulled her sexily rough to the edge of the bed, and dove tongue first into her pussy. His tongue did circles around her clit spiraling almost out of control, and then almost like reading Lexi’s mind Travis’s tongue moved down and slipped into her hole.

“Ohhhhhh yes tongue my pussy baby, lick me. Ohhhh yes just like that, Ohhhhhhhhh yes just like that baby push that tongue into me deep.” Her cries got louder and louder. Her hips begun to rock, and he could tell by the uncontrollable shaking in her legs that she was close.

“Are you going to cum for me baby.” He said this quickly only to dive once again deep into her glistening cunt.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh shit yes please make me cum I’m so close I need to cum all over your face” Travis moved his mouth back to her clit only to slip 2 fingers into her soaking pussy, and curling his fingers quickly found her g-spot. Lexi mouth opened to scream but no noise came out she tried to breath but the breath wasn’t there. Finally she took an intake of breath.

“FUCK YES BABY MAKE ME CUM… I’M CUMING YES YES YES HOLY SHIT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” The scream could have woken up a 5 mile radius, but Travis didn’t seem to care he just kept up his ministrations on Lexi’s pussy. With one last long moan her climax peaked and her pussy gushed and squirted as she came and came for what seemed like to her forever. Her orgasm started to subside but her body shook still almost beyond her control. Once she regained her senses a new passion lit up with in her and she needed to make Travis feel the same way he had just made her feel. She looked down her body he was sitting back on his heels smiling at her. She jumped up grapping him by his powerful arms and pulled him onto the bed, he tried to climb on top of her, but she quickly pushed him onto his back grabbed his shorts and boxer briefs and in one swift motion ripped down his shorts revealing a 7.5 inch fully erect shaved cock. She stared at it for a moment it seemed to pulse, the large head purple and shiny dripping a steady stream of precum.

“May I?” She said demurely.

“Help yourself.” He said with wicked smirk on his face.

She smiled back up at him before extending her tongue licking the entire canlı bahis siteleri length from base to the underside of the head. Finally at the head she rubbed it against her lips and with her mouth watering in anticipation she circled the head with her tongue.

“Ohhhhh Lexi that’s fucking amazing” he sighed.

“Just you wait, it’s time for your real reward” and with that she lowered head slowly, and every time Travis thought she could take no more Lexi surprised him by taking more and more. When he felt the back of her throat she swallowed, opened her throat and down it went till her nose rested against his trimmed pubes.

“Holy fucking shit Lexi, I’ve never been deep throated. More fuck please more” Lexi took that as a challenge and lifting her head until her lips rested around the head before descending again. This amazing head could only last so much longer before he would be past the point of no return. She quickened her pace faster and faster taking the whole length in every time. Sitting up quickly he lifted her to her feet pushed her slightly so she fell back on the bed.

“What you don’t want anymore of my mouth baby” She said with a smirk.

“No I want to feel every inch of your pussy wrapped around my cock” he said stone faced.

She spread her legs bending at the knee mouthed the word “Please” and with that he climbed on the bed positioning himself between her knees and rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit eliciting moans from beneath him. Sliding down he dipped the head between her lips and slowly pushed in, and despite her exception dick sucking ability she was as tight as any pussy he had ever entered.

“Oh my god you fill me so much I can feel you stretching me, OHHH… OHHH…. Fuck” she writhed under him, and with a few inches still left he lunged forward and berried himself the rest of the way. Lexi’s eyes felt as if they would burst out of her skull, the pain was only momentary until the feeling of fullness pleasure over took her. He slowly slid out and back in, and with each thrust picked up speed until after 15 minutes he was slamming into her slapping into her pussy causing her tits to shake and legs to vibrate uncontrollably. He leaned down capturing a nipple in his mouth sucking it, and wrapping his arms around her Travis rolled over bringing her on top of him. She leaned over and Travis took that as an invitation and thrust into her deep and hard over and over again.

“Oh that’s it baby hard and deep, please fuck me harder pound my fucking pussy!” She cried out, and that’s exactly what he did. Grabbing her ass he slammed into her tight cunt over and over.

“I want to feel you fuck me from behind, please slam into my cunt from behind…. Please… please” She whimpered maybe just for effect or to turn Travis on even more, for whatever reason it worked lifting her off of him she quickly positioned herself on her elbows and knees. Travis wasted no time placing his hand on hips he lined up and slammed deep into her pussy.

“OHHHHH FUCKING SHIT YES, FUCK ME HARD BABY DON’T STOP UNTIL YOU CUM ALL OVER MY FUCKING TITS” She screamed again waking up that same 5 mile radius that probably had just got back to sleep.

“Uh, Uh, Uh, ohhhhh fuck yes baby you’re so fucking tight I’m getting so close” Travis could hear the squishy sounds coming from Lexi’s pussy, and with the sharp intakes of breath he knew another orgasm was coming for her.

“OHHHHHH THAT’S IT I’M CUMMMMINNNNGGGGGG AGAIN, I’M GOING TO CUM AGAIN. YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM AGAIN.” The cries were growing louder until her mouth only hung open, and after a few moments her pussy gushed and squirted soaking his cock and nearly driving him out of her pussy.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YES!!!” Her body quacked and rocked back against Travis. Her pussy muscles grasped onto him milking his cock, and that was it his orgasm begun to trigger.

“I’m going to cum baby fuck baby I’m going to cum” he quickly pulled out flipping her onto her back, clutching his erection in his hand he pumped only a few times before a torrent of hot cum splashed across her tits. His head back he cried out and as the last cum escaped his dick he collapsed on the bed beside Lexi.

“Holy shit that was fucking amazing” was all Lexi could muster.

“You ain’t fucking kidding” Travis replied.

“Wanna stay the night” Lexi asked rather matter of factly?

“Baby you’re safe those guys are in jail, but if you want me to stay I’ll be happy too”

“Oh I know I’m safe… I just want another good fucking in the morning” she smiled at him.

“Definitely can be arranged” Travis smiled back. They curled up together her back against his chest and pushing her ass against is softening still semi erect cock.

“Don’t know if I can wait till morning Lexi. Give me 30 minutes?” Travis said with confidence.

“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship” Lexi and Travis both laughed, and couldn’t help but hold back their excitement of their new found friendship.

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“The library is closing in 15 minutes.”

The young man nodded and rubbed his eyes. It was later than he thought, apparently. This research project was steadily draining away his soul; with every annotation and quote (citations included) his bones felt a little heavier and he lost a bit more will to live. Why had he chosen such an obscure topic? The table (which could seat six people) was completely covered with books, photocopies, index cards and paper coved with notes that were impossible to read. Almost all of the material before him had tantalizingly promised information on his subject, but in reality only teased him with oblique references and long, sidestepping passages about how obscure the idea was. He was beginning to wonder if anyone had actually done field research on this at all.

“Will you be checking out any of these?”

He looked up- he had forgotten about the poor librarian, who now eyed the plethora of encyclopedias with a measure of resignation. She must not have been the same librarian as this afternoon, he thought, looking at her; he didn’t recognize her and wouldn’t have thought she worked here were it not for the shiney, plastic ID card. She was short, but she was also quite thin which gave her the illusion of appearing taller. When she looked pointedly at her watch, he saw that her nails were bitten.

“No, no,” he replied, standing, “I won’t be taking any of these.” Bloody useless literature.

“Oh,” she said, her jawline becoming hard. Suddenly, her eyes, which had been on his face, slid to one side and stared over his shoulder. He realized, taking a quick look around at the inactivity of the library, that she must be the last librarian on duty- she would have to reshelve all these books herself and many of them were from top shelves. He thought about her working late because of him; then he thought about going home to his cold, unsympathetic computer screen to type up the day’s worthless research.

“Would you like help putting these away?”

She regarded him sharply with piercing hazel eyes. He shuffled his feet and brushed sandy brown hair out of his eyes, trying to look respectable. She stared at him a long time, clearly debating with herself as she looked him up and down one last time, taking in all six-foot-three of him before briskly turning on her heel saying, “I’ll go get a cart.”

She returned with one standard-issue beige library cart (squeaky wheel included) just after he finished collecting his notes and stowing them in his bag. She began to stack thick reference books on it with a rhythmic, mechanical intensity. He stepped around the table, scooping up books as he went and dumping them on the cart with a loud metallic crash. He earned himself a dark look from the corner of his companion’s eyes but she said nothing and finished loading.

Pushing the cart ahead of her, the little librarian headed for the elevator with quick steps. She was wearing heels with her short, grey skirt. Flat-footed, she wouldn’t even reach his chest. It made him feel like a giant.

“We’ll start on the top floor,” she said.

“Ok.”

They waited obediently until the elevator arrived and they could cram in together with the full cart. This elevator, in addition to being unusually small, was also unusually slow. It felt awkward to stand in complete silence until the fourth floor, so Thomas fished around for something to say.

“My name’s Thomas.”

“Emily,” she answered after a pointed silence, glancing sidelong at him.

“Nice to meet you.”

Ding!

Thomas followed her to the section of the library dealing with medicine. The college no longer had a large medical program, so these books were largely neglected. Thomas grabbed a few books at random and started the exciting game of seek-and-find against his arch-nemesis, the Dewey decimal system. Everything seemed to be on the bottom shelf, so he knelt to shelve them, but was startled by another loud, metallic noise.

Emily was standing on one of those rickety library stepstools with the unreliable wheels. She stood on her toes to reach the top shelf even as the stool wobbled wildly under her. Thomas quickly got up and stood behind her, afraid that she would fall, but she waved him off, so he took a step back. He took another book from the cart and immediately saw its place illegal bahis on the second shelf right in front of him. He reached down to put it back, then realized that he was kneeling beside a woman in a short skirt. He hesitated before standing again, not wanting her to notice that he was in an opportune position, but still uncompromisingly struck by overwhelming curiosity. Carefully, he rose and looked ever-so-slightly to the right as he did so.

Smooth, pale skin… gently curving calves… warm, soft thighs. Thomas’s fingers itched to confirm his hypothesis. He saw a tiny scar about the size of his thumbnail right in the place where creamy thigh becomes firm ass. He swallowed and finished standing. He busied himself with the books until there were no more to put back in this section and Emily came down from her lofty perch.

“Periodicals are on the third floor. History is on the second, I think,” he said, trying both to recall his first journey through the book stacks and to keep his voice from cracking.

“Mmm.” She leaned over the cart briefly to check the numbers on the book spines, but also unintentionally afforded Thomas an excellent view of the contents of her white blouse. Apparently, she was wearing a lacy pink bra on the job. He closed his eyes and tried to keep the impure thoughts to a minimum… at least for the next minute or two.

One elevator trip later, Thomas was sliding old, fragile newspapers onto those weird bamboo-stick organizers while Emily shelved magazines a safe distance away. He had accidentally stood on the same side of the cart as her in the elevator and felt the heat radiating from her body the whole, painfully slow, ride down. He wondered how hot her skin would be to the touch, how she would feel under her skirt around the… no! You still have at least one more elevator ride with her, he thought. Try not to make an ass out of yourself just yet.

He snapped back to reality in time to see that he was about to tear the front page of a paper from 1951. The newspapers were returned with considerably more care after that.

“Are you finished?” Emily stood with her arms crossed under her breasts and a flushed face.

“Yes. Well… almost. This is the last one.”

“Good.” She turned away briskly, the hem of her skirt flaring out (hadn’t that skirt been longer before?) and retrieved the cart.

Thomas nodded and mentally steeled himself.

The first elevator ride down had been hard, but the second one was torture. He became very aware of Emily’s perfume that threatened to drive him insane. As if to taunt him further, she acquired an itch on her ankle that required her to bend over to scratch. I am going to hell, Thomas thought, turning his face away and enjoying the cold metal interior of the elevator against his cheek.

He breathed a sigh of relief once they were safely parted in the bookshelves and he was free of her immediate allure. This was becoming difficult. She was just the sort of girl to reject him for an innocent cup of coffee, much less tolerate a desperate grope in the history section. His jeans tightened just thinking about it. Her pert breast in his palm… her lips parted and breathing heavily… a splash of red across her cheeks. Thomas smacked his forehead lightly against a shelf and suppressed a groan.

“Excuse me.”

Thomas jerked upright. Emily stood there with two heavy books in each hand, clearly waiting for him to get out of the way. Thomas tried to look as if he hadn’t just been thinking about fucking her and stumbled back until she had enough room to once again bend over (hadn’t this girl ever knelt?) and put them away. He stood there like a giant dumb… something until she straightened and gave him a quizzical look.

“Are you feeling well?”

“…I … Uh, yes.”

“Ok.” She turned to go.

“Emily… I…”

“Yes?”

He took a large, lumbering step towards her. His brain told him that she should have run away, but instead she seemed to stand taller and lean in towards him. He seized her by the shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. It was an innocent enough kiss for how oppressively amorous he felt — he even managed to keep his tongue in his own mouth where it belonged — but he felt instantly after that he had grossly overstepped his bounds. He released her instantly as if she had illegal bahis siteleri burned him.

Or, rather… he would have had she not passionately returned his kiss with an ardent embrace.

His brain was slow in realizing what was happening, but his body certainly wasted no time. He crushed her mouth to his, swallowing her kiss with greedy hunger and let his hands sear her body, touching her everywhere he thought he might be allowed. Her fingernails raked his scalp as she took large, messy clumps of hair in her grasp, seeking to pull him closer and give her leverage on him. One of her legs twined around his.

Finally, Thomas allowed himself to test out his earlier theory and stroke her thighs, brushing his thumb against the raised scar before moving on to cup her ass under the skirt. Each of her little gasps, though muffled by their kiss, was exquisite. He felt her hands fumble at her chest to unbutton her blouse and give him a proper view of her tantalizing pink underwear. One of his hands easily engulfed an entire breast, but he remained gentle enough to feel the raised bud through the lace and graze it with a forefinger.

Emily broke their kiss with a sharp gasp. Thomas took this opportunity to trail fiery kisses down her slender throat and across one collarbone. This bra had clasps in the front so precious minutes need not be wasted fumbling to free it. He put this extra time to good use employing his tongue to sweep broad circles around one free nipple while his hand caressed the other. Her hands twitched in his hair and she made high ‘ah!’ sounds every time his tongue raked directly over the bud. He endeavored to produce this sound as many times as possible, pausing once to switch breasts.

When a strangled “oh… god…” escaped her lips, Thomas couldn’t stand it anymore. He rose from his half-crouched stance and took her with him, easily lifting her in his arms. He strode quickly into the next aisle where the convenient book cart waited and set her on it, rolling it close to the bookshelf. Here, he fell to his knees and kissed the inside of her thigh. He ignored the hesitant whimper in Emily’s throat, instead pulling up the hem of her skirt to reveal the matching pink pair of panties.

Slowly, perhaps to give her a moment to compose herself, Thomas’s fingertips trailed light lines up the insides of her thighs. He smelled her heady, thick scent even from this distance and it made his cheeks burn. He contemplated his next move for a moment and looked into her eyes to steady himself. Emily met his gaze with determined steadiness, even as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her thong. He waited, hardly breathing, until he received the tiniest of nods before removing the article of clothing entirely.

Her scent was overwhelming, and it became obvious what he intended. Thomas resumed his line of kisses, starting above the knee and working his way inward until he was brushing his lips against hers. Emily’s hands gripped her thighs so hard that her knuckles were white. Thomas took either hand in his own and reattached them to his hair so she wouldn’t bruise herself. He then gladly set about the task of soaking her sex with his saliva. Above him, somewhere, she moaned, but her taste was enthralling. He lapped eagerly everywhere he could reach, driving his tongue into her as far as he was able as she tightened around him.

Suddenly, he withdrew, producing a frustrated moan. Thomas rocked back on his knees, meeting her eyes again and strongly suppressing the desire to have his way with her old-school style (bashing her over the head with a club, unnecessary), but unable to proceed in any other fashion. He tried desperately to think of what he could do that wouldn’t make him seem like an insensitive oaf.

Emily, cheeks flaming, came to his rescue. Carefully, she dismounted the library cart, unintentionally swinging her hips toward him and rolling another dizzying wave of her scent over him. She pushed him back until he sat flush against the bookshelf behind him. With agonizing daintiness, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, releasing some of the oppressive tension and heat from his crotch. Mouth agape, Thomas watched as she took his member in both hands and stroked it lightly. Too lightly- it felt good, but she was ultimately ineffective. He tried canlı bahis siteleri not to whine like a puppy.

She leaned down and planted a burning kiss on his head before taking him into her mouth. He could have cried with relief. Her tongue swirled deftly around his tip. She sucked his tip tenderly and took him deeper. Each time he thought she had been filled as much as she was able, she would swing her head back and then take more, pressing the flat of her tongue to his underside. Were he standing, Thomas would have collapsed, but thankfully, he had only to lean back and watch while she sucked, licked and kissed him.

Emily had yet one more surprise for him. Keeping one hand firmly on his shaft to help continue to guide him into her mouth, she snaked her other hand into his pants to cup his balls gently in her fingers. Thomas couldn’t suppress the half-moan-half-gasp in his throat as she softly rolled them in her fingertips. Desperately, he tried to think of his research. Calipers… Leeches… Holy symbols… Holy fuck this feels good… No! Must save face… Thomas sat up a little straighter and reached out to fondle a breast. This produced a hitch in the rhythm of Emily’s swinging head; an opportunity that Thomas quickly seized.

He took the tiny librarian in his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and locked her ankles behind his back as he urgently pressed her against the shelves. He could feel her heat against him, her wetness dripping down his shaft. Thomas swallowed and tried to calm himself, but his hands shook, his face burned and he didn’t know if he would be able to control himself.

For the second time, Emily saved the night. A cool hand brushed his brow, drawing his eyes to hers, and rested lightly on the back of his neck. She steered him to her entrance and let only enough weight fall on it as to promise ecstasy. Thomas needed no prompting to thrust sharply upward and take her all at once. Emily’s head fell softly to one side with her red lips parted. He took her again with one powerful stroke. This time, she sighed and arched her back. He took her hips in his hands and drove himself into her again and again. Her sighs became gasps, which became sharp cries that made his skin tingle. She clutched his back and buried her face in his shoulder, panting and riding out his furious lust.

He kissed her shoulder, stroked her ass and drove forward with every fiber of his being. There was nothing in the world he could want more than to feel this right now. His eyes rolled up and squeezed shut, holding off the black at the edges of his vision. He remained vaguely aware of the sounds the woman in his arms was making, but concentration was proving difficult… if not impossible. He shuddered when a sudden grip seized his spine like a giant, electric hand and bent him double around Emily. She tightened around him, pulling him off the cliff of reality into the abyss of oblivious pleasure.

Luckily, he kept himself from crushing Emily en route to the floor, otherwise holding her loosely in one arm might have been more awkward. They lay in the aisle together, recovering in silence. Thomas’s eyelids grew heavy, but the floor was quite uncomfortable and it was beginning to cause pain in the back of his head. However, he waited until Emily sat up, not wanting to disturb her. She stood up and brushed herself off, rearranging her clothing until it was decent again. She glanced at him as he fastened his jeans and quickly pushed the cart away without a word. Did he do something wrong?

He found her in the next aisle, reshelving the last few books with renewed vigor. There was clearly nothing left to be done, so Thomas stood there awkwardly, looking dazed and taking up too much space. He followed her and the cart back to the elevator and, after a silent elevator ride, to the front desk.

“The library is open tomorrow from 10 AM to 9 PM,” she said politely, typing something on the computer, “It’s a Friday, so we close early.”

Thomas glanced at his watch. “It’s only 10:30 now… I mean, I know you’re busy but… I mean, if you want… My apartment is only a few blocks away and I’d like it if you came over for coffee… or something.” Damnit, why did he have to blush now?

The sound of typing paused. Emily looked at him, the green in her eyes glittering.

“Or maybe tomorrow!” he added without grace, trying to save the situation.

Slowly, like the moon sailing out from behind a dark mountain, she smiled. “I would love to go home with you. Would you like to help me lock up?”

“Of course!”

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Die BesprechungAls Lena am nächsten Morgen zur Arbeit kam, war ihr angst und bange, dass doch jemand mitbekommen hat, was sie während ihrer letzten Überstunden trieb. Verunsichert und mit hoch rotem Kopf begrüßte sie ihre Kollegen sporadisch, setzte sich an ihren Schreibtisch, und fuhr ihren Rechner hoch. Sie bemerkte sofort, dass ihr Tisch etwas anders stand als sonst und schaute sich sicherheitshalber um, ob sie jemand beobachtete. Im gleichen Moment wurde ihr aber auch klar, dass ihre Angst unbegründet ist. Selbst wenn jemand merkte, dass der Tisch anders stand, würde wohl niemand daraus schlussfolgern, dass sie hier gestern Abend ihre Finger zwischen ihren Beinen kreisen ließ. Sie rückte den Tisch noch etwas zurecht und stand anschließend auf um sich einen Kaffee zu holen.Ihr Chef begrüßte sie: “Lena, komm’ doch bitte um Elf zu mir ins Büro. Muss noch etwas mit dir besprechen. Wegen eines Kunden.””Ich werde da sein”, erwiderte sie, nahm sich ihren Kaffee und machte sich an die Arbeit.Die Zeit verging wie im Flug. In 10 Minuten sollte sie beim Chef sein. An die Sache vom Vortag dachte sie schon gar nicht mehr. Sie war sich sicher, dass niemand etwas bemerkt hatte. Mit einem Notizheft und einem Kulli ausgestattet, machte sie sich auf den Weg zum Chef. Sie klopfte vorsichtig, wohl wissend, dass sie ein paar Minuten zu früh dran war.”Komm’ rein”, hallte es gedämpft aus dem Büro.”Schön, dass du pünktlich bist. Schließe bitte die Tür hinter dir”, sagte er in einem ruhigen Ton. Sein Büro war recht sporadisch eingerichtet. Ein grauer Schreibtisch mit einer Tischplatte aus Kunststoff und Beinen aus Metall. Keine Schubladen, einfach nur eine Platte auf Stelzen. Darauf befand sich lediglich sein Laptop und ein paar Unterlagen. Er saß mit dem Rücken zum Fenster. So konnte er zwar nicht die schöne Aussicht auf die bewaldete Landschaft genießen, hatte dafür aber immer sofort im Blick, wer an der Tür steht. Als vorteilhaft erwies sich auch, dass so niemand auf seinen Monitor schauen konnte, außer er selbst. Auf der anderen Seite des Tisches stand ein kleiner schwarzer Stuhl, wie man sie in jedem Wartezimmer finden kann. Also nichts, worauf man gern lang sitzt oder gar arbeitet. Zu seiner Rechten stand ein großes Regal mit vielerlei Aktenordnern, an dem eine groß gewachsene Palme lehnte und den Raum etwas verzierte.”Lena, setz’ dich”, forderte er sie auf, nachdem er sie von unten bis oben musterte.”Worum geht es?”, fragte sie ruhig.”Nun…, wo soll ich anfangen. Du machst deine Arbeit prima und bist illegal bahis eine große Bereicherung für das Team. Doch…”, er zögerte verdächtig lang, was sie sehr verunsicherte. “Ich komme zum Punkt.” Er lehnte sich zurück, schaute ihr in die Augen und griff mit einer Hand zum Monitor. Er dreht ihn zu ihr. Sie konnte ihren Augen nicht trauen. Sie sah sich. Im Büro ihres Chefs sah sich bei ihrem eigenen Orgasmus zu.”Ich denke, damit ist alles gesagt, Lena.”Sie konnte ihren Blick nicht abwenden. Sie wollte ihn auch gar nicht abwenden. Am liebsten würde sie sich sofort in Luft auflösen und die ganze Sache ungeschehen machen. Ihr war nicht bewusst, dass auch im Büro Kameras hingen. Und schon gar nicht, dass sie in so guter Qualität aufnahmen.”Ich kann verstehen, dass du geschockt bist. Die Kameras gehen immer dann an, wenn eigentlich keiner mehr hier sein sollte. Und sobald Bewegungen wahrgenommen werden, nehmen die Kameras alles in bester Qualität auf. Zu unserer aller Sicherheit”, erzählte er geradezu stolz. Er hatte seinen Satz kaum beendet, schon verfolgte er wieder die Kurven, die ihre eng anliegende Bluse betonte. Sie sah ihm an wie nervös er wurde.”Waren sie deshalb gestern Abend hier?”, fragte sie plötzlich völlig gelassen.”Ja, Lena, darauf wollte ich gerade zu sprechen kommen. Ich habe über mein Smartphone direkt eine Meldung bekommen und war sowieso gerade in der Gegend.” Er atmete kurz durch bevor er fortfuhr: “Nachdem ich gesehen habe, dass du hier noch Überstunden schiebst, wollte ich die Gelegenheit nutzen, um mit dir direkt darüber sprechen.” Lena stutzte. “Als ich da war, hast du einen sehr nervösen Eindruck gemacht und bist geradezu geflüchtet. Ich habe mir Sorgen gemacht, deshalb habe ich die Aufnahmen von gestern Abend gesichtet und … ja, nun sind wir hier.””Worauf wollen sie hinaus?!” Lena wusste in diesem Moment weder ein noch aus. Stefan wurde immer nervöser und fing an mit seinem Kugelschreiber herumzufuchteln.„Ich muss dich entlassen, Lena. So ein Verhalten darf ich von keinem Mitarbeiter durchgehen lassen.“„W-was!?“„Es tut mir leid, Lena. Aber wo soll das hinführen? Bringst du das nächste Mal deinen Freund mit ins Büro?“ Lena verstummte. Und während er noch weiter über Konsequenzen und Arbeitgeberrechte erzählte, betrachtete sie ihn genauer. Er war ein recht attraktiver und gepflegter Mann. Aber ein Mann, der für seine Arbeit zu leben schien. Er redete immer weiter, doch sie hörte schon längst nicht mehr zu. Alles, woran sie denken konnte war, dass sie diese illegal bahis siteleri Job braucht.Während er unentwegt redete knöpfte sie langsam ein paar Knöpfe ihrer Bluse auf. Schon der zweite Knopf gewährte Einblicke, die nicht jede Frau jedem präsentieren würde. Ihre Bluse war nun offen wie ein Scheunentor. Nichts hinderte ihn daran einen Blick auf ihre Brüste zu werfen, außer sein Wille einen eisernen Geschäftsmann zu verkörpern. Sie wollte ihn mit allen Mitteln brechen. Also verschränkte sie zusätzlich noch ihr Arme, um ihre Brüste noch etwas hervorzuheben. Sie bot ihm einen Anblick, den er wohl so schnell nicht wieder zu Gesicht bekommen würde.Er fing an zu stottern: „… und d-d-damit will ich s-sagen…“, er stierte auf ihre Brüste. „L-Lena, was machen sie da?!“„Ist heiß hier, oder?“ Jetzt hatte Lena seine Aufmerksamkeit. Sie hatte eh nichts zu verlieren. „Können wir da nicht vielleicht eine gemeinsame Lösung finden, Stefan?“, fragte sie in einem ruhigen Ton, während sie an sich herunter blickte.„Nun…“, fing Stefan an. Jedoch konnte er offenbar gerade keinen klaren Gedanken fassen.Lena lächelte ihn lüstern an und sagte säuselnd: „Vielleicht hilft es, wenn ich Sie auf etwas andere Gedanken bringe.“ Sie löste den letzten Knopf und legte ihre Bluse auf seinen Bürotisch.„Was haben sie vor?“, fragte er mit einem ungläubigen Unterton und beobachtete sie starr dabei, wie sie gerade dabei war ihren BH zu öffnen. Barbusig stand sie auf und lehnte sich auf seinen Schreibtisch. Zärtlich griff sie ihm an den Hinterkopf und führte ihn an ihre Brüste. Ohne etwas zu sagen fing er an ihre Brüste zu küssen und an ihren Nippeln zu lecken.„Können sie mir vielleicht dabei helfen meine Hose auszuziehen?“, fragte sie naiv. Er stand hastig auf und ging auf die andere Seite des Schreibtisches. Lena knöpfte ihre Hose auf, zog sie ein Stück herunter und setzten sich mit dem blanken Po auf den Tisch. Ohne zu zögern zog er ihr die Hose vom Leib und vergrub seinen Kopf zwischen ihren Schenkeln. Lena merkte, dass er offensichtlich noch nicht viele Frauen geleckt hat. Mit seiner Zunge stocherte er willkürlich zwischen ihren Beinen herum. “Er stellt sich an wie eine Jungfrau, beim ersten Mal”, dachte sie.„Gib mir meine Hose“, forderte sie plötzlich von ihm.Er schreckte hoch und fragte nervös: „H-hab ich was falsch gemacht?“„Nein, aber wir brauchen ein Kondom“, sagte sie lächelnd.„Du hast immer ein Kondom dabei?“, fragte er verdutzt.„Nicht immer.“Er gab ihr ihre Hose, woraufhin sie ein Kondom canlı bahis siteleri aus der Tasche pulte. „Nun bin ich ganz dein“, flüsterte sie. Der Gedanke, dass die Kollegen, wenige Meter hinter diesen dünnen Wänden, nichts ahnend ihrer Arbeit nachgehen. Das Risiko, dass jeden Moment jemand durch diese Tür kommen könnte, während sie nackt im Büro des Chefs sitzt. Allein diese Gedanken sorgten schon dafür, dass sie feucht wurde. Auch wenn er ein absoluter Abfänger zu sein schien.Er öffnete seinen Gürtel und ließt seine Hose ein Stück herunter. Sein Schwanz war nicht sonderlich groß,aber auch nicht zu klein um damit arbeiten zu können. Er war schon komplett steif, als er die Hosen runter ließ. Er stülpte sich das Kondom über und ging auf sie zu. Vorsichtig und hochkonzentriert navigierte er seinen Schwanz zwischen ihre Schamlippen. Kaum war drin, stöhnte er auch schon laut auf. Lena war etwas peinlich berührt. Er packte sie an den Schenkeln und zog sie bis zur Tischkante. Dann fing er an sie rücksichtslos zu rammeln. Lena ließ sich mit dem Rücken auf den Tisch fallen und stieß dabei seine Kaffeetasse um. Doch er stieß unbeirrt weiter. Aber sie kam einfach nicht in Wallung, weshalb sie die Führung übernehmen wollte.„Stefan!?“„Was?“, fragte er hechelnd.Lena rutschte ein Stück zurück, sodass er sie mit seinem Schwanz nicht mehr erreichen konnte. Sie packte ihn an den Schultern und drängte ihn auf den Stuhl. Er starrte sie unbeholfen an, während sein bestes Stück auf und ab wippte. Anschließend setzte sie sich auf ihn und ließ ihn wieder langsam eindringen. Nun konnte sie den Rhythmus selbst bestimmen. Als er bis zum Anschlag drin war, bewegte sie ihre Hüfte langsam vor und zurück und massierte dabei ihre Klitoris. Endlich nahm ihr Kreislauf etwas Fahrt auf. Es dauerte nicht lang bis sie richtig feucht war und jede Bewegung ein schmatzendes Geräusch verursachte. Ihre Atmung wurde immer schwerer. Doch gerade als sie so richtig in Stimmung kam und ihm ihre feuchten Finger in den Mund schob, spritze er ab und kam sofort zum erliegen. Das Trauerspiel dauerte keine fünf Minuten.„Willst du mir noch zusehen?“, fragte Lena ihn wollüstig.„N-nein Lena. Wir sind hier fertig“, sagte er leise.Lena, die immer noch seinen Schwanz zwischen den Beinen hatte, rieb sich aber unbeirrt an ihm weiter. „Komm’ mach’ jetzt keinen Scheiß!“, forderte sie stöhnend und mit geschlossenen Augen. Er küsste ihre Brüste, wie zum Abschied und packte sie dann an der Hüfte. Er stand mit ihr auf und setzte sie auf dem Schreibtisch ab. Splitternackt und feucht stand sie nun in seinem Büro und schnappte nach Luft. Erschrocken sah sie ihm dabei zu, wie er seine Hose hochzog und sich eiskalt wieder an seinen Tisch setzte.„Danke Lena“, sagte er lächelnd. „Hier ist deine Kündigung.

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Vergiss mein Arschloch nichtDie alljährliche Traditionsfahrt mit meinen Gesinnungsgenossinnen stand auch dieses Jahr wieder auf dem Plan. Wie schon seit Jahren fuhren wir auch dieses Jahr wieder auf eine gemeinsame Tour.Der Riesbacherhof sollte es dieses Jahr sein. Unterschiedlich waren die Meinungen meiner Freundinnen. Zu viele verrückte Geschichten gab es über dieses Hotel.Im Grunde wollten wir es natürlich alle, nur bei der einen oder anderen gab es halt gewisse „Bauchschmerzen“.Ich persönlich freute mich schon seit Monaten darauf.Mein jetziger Ehemann ist durch seine berufliche Situation sehr eingespannt. Durch seinen stressigen Job gewährt er mir dadurch sehr viele Freiheiten.Von daher gab es diesbezüglich überhaupt keine Bedenken.Letztendlich war dieser Ausflug ganz bewusst gestartet worden, weil wir gehört hatten, dass es dort ziemlich rund gehen soll.Aber dass es für die meisten von uns 8 Weibern in echten Abenteuern (zwei waren enttäuscht, fünf hinterher irre drauf, eine sosolala) enden würde, hatten wir kaum gedacht.Freundin Julia B. war am ersten Abend gleich mit zwei Kerlen in ihrem Hotelzimmer verschwunden und beim Frühstück am nächsten Morgen offensichtlich noch ganz geschafft, aber mehr als zufrieden.Mich hatten im großen Saal nacheinander zwei Männer aus dem gleichen Kegelclub zum Tanzen aufgefordert.Aber der erste roch unangenehm stark nach Tabak und Bier, weshalb ich versuchte, ihn auf Abstand zu halten.Der andere jedoch, Max, ca. 25 Jahre alt, ein recht stattlicher junger Mann, war mir gleich sympathisch.Wie fast alle, so tanzten auch wir bei der langsamen Schmuse-Oldie-Musik bald eng und enger aneinander gepresst.Beim zweiten Tanz bat ich ihn, sein großes Taschenmesser aus der Hose zu nehmen.Ich sah dass er ein wenig rot wurde, als er mir klarmachte, dass es kein Taschenmesser sei, das ich hart am Unterleib spürte.Mir lief ein lange vergessener Schauer durch den Körper, und ich drückte Max mein Becken bewusst stärker entgegen.Er flüsterte mir ins Ohr, wie attraktiv er mich fände. Ich würde in meiner weißen Bluse, dem dunkelroten, engen Rock und den roten Hackenschuhen unheimlich erotisch auf ihn wirken.Er liebe etwas vollbusige, reifere Frauen, wie ich eine sei. Und so wehrte ich mich keineswegs, als er beim engen Tanz mit seiner rechten Hand meine linke Brust erst sanft und bald kräftiger knetete.Nach etwa zehn Minuten fragte er mich, ob wir nicht bald auf mein Zimmer gehen wollten, weil er es kaum noch abwarten könne, mich zu ficken.Zu diesem Zeitpunkt war ich längst so geil und nass im Schritt, dass ich ihm diese plumpe und direkte Art überhaupt nicht übel nahm.Durch seine derbe Ausdrucksweise das er mich ficken wollte geriet ich vielmehr noch stärker ins Schwimmen. Mein Höschen war klitsch nass.Lisa und ich, wir blöden Weiber, hatten leider ein Doppelzimmer genommen. Nun suchte ich sie mit Max an der Hand, damit er mir bloß nicht abhaute.Unter den anderen Paaren fand ich sie mit einem kleineren, aber piekfeinen, älteren Herrn, dem ich einen Besuch dieses Hotels kaum zugetraut hätte.Lisa versicherte mir, nicht vor ein oder zwei Stunden hoch zu kommen.Kaum im Zimmer, warf Max Jacke, Hemd und Unterhemd über einen Stuhl, trat vor mich zitternd auf ihn Wartende und nahm mich fest in die Arme.Sein Zungenkuss wollte kaum enden. Dann knöpfte er meine Bluse auf, griff sofort mit seiner Linken von oben in meinen BH und holte erst die eine, dann die andere Brust hervor, die ihm nun bloß über dem weißen BH entgegen strotzten.Trotz meines Alters kann ich auf meinen Busen noch stolz sein. Die Männer starren oft darauf. Die Brüste hängen nur bahis firmaları wenig, obwohl sie groß und voll sind.Ich wollte den BH vorne aufhaken und ablegen, aber Max flüsterte:„Lass sie so, Angelika, du siehst mit diesen tollen Titten über dem BH echt geil aus, ich liebe sie.“Er knetete und küsste meine Brüste, saugte an den steif und groß werdenden Nippeln, dass ich immer noch mehr wollte.Ich griff zu seinem Gürtel und nestelte an seiner Hose. Er streifte sie, seinen Slip und die Schuhe rasch ab, stand nur in Socken vor mir.Ein knüppelharter beschnittener Schwanz reckte sich mir entgegen.Von den Maßen her hatte ich so ein „Ungetüm noch nie vorher gesehen. Schätzungsweise 25 cm und mindestens 8 cm im Umfang.Bei diesem Anblick spürte ich wie mein Mösensaft an meinen Innenschenkeln hinablief. Noch wagte ich ihn nicht anzufassen oder zu verwöhnen.Max ruckelte meinen für ein Abenteuer eigentlich viel zu engen Rock von unten hoch, bis der Rock endlich wie eine Ringwurst um meine Taille lag.Ich kam nicht dazu, ihn zu öffnen und ganz abzustreifen ich ließ einfach alles mit mir geschehen.So stand ich also halbnackt vor Max und diesem herrlichen Schwanz, nach dem ich mich so sehnte.Max riss mir die Strumpfhose herunter. Ich stieg aus den Schuhen mit den halbhohen Hacken und drängte mich dem jungen Mann entgegen.Ich wollte von ihm jetzt und hier genommen werden.Max jedoch befahl mir streng, die Schuhe wieder anzuziehen, schubste mich vor den großen Schrankspiegel und meinte:„Guck mal, wie geil du aussiehst, diese geilen Titten über dem altmodischen BH, diese herrliche Fotze mit dem Märchenwald unter dem hoch gekrempelten Rock und all das in diesen Schuhen!“Er stand hinter mir, hatte beide Brüste von hinten gefasst und knetete und drückte sie wie wild, er küsste meinen Nacken.Ich spürte seine harte und nasse Eichelspitze an meiner Arschkimme.Ungeduldig und geil drehte ich mich zu ihm um und konnte nicht anders.“ Komm, fick mich! Fick mich! Ich bin so geil. Komm, fick mich jetzt endlich! Ich bin so nass, fühl mal!“Ich führte seine Hand zu meinem Schritt, der wirklich schon triefend nass war.Max aber drängte mich jetzt zum Doppelbett, auf das er mich rücklings so drückte, dass meine Beine herunter hingen.Ich spreizte sie weit in Erwartung seines Schwanzes und wollte endlich nur noch gefickt werden.„Fick mich! Fick mich“, schrie ich wie eine Besessene.Max kniete sich vor mir auf den Boden, nahm erst den einen, dann den anderen beschuhten Fuß und küsste sich von den Fesseln hoch bis zu meiner klitschnassen MöseEr wühlte sein Gesicht in meiner Haarpracht. Ich wurde fast wahnsinnig.Er stand auf und dirigierte mit einer Hand seinen „Monsterschwanz“ genau vor mein Fotzenloch.Und dann endlich, endlich drang er langsam in mich ein. Meine Fotze arbeitete wie ein Staubsauger. Millimeter für Millimeter saugte ich dieses Hammerteil in mich auf.Ich war so selig, geil und glücklich wie lange nicht mehr.Ich zog die Beine noch weiter an, damit sein herrlicher Schwanz noch tiefer in mich eindringen konnte.Langsam, viel zu langsam stieß Max zu, zog seinen Prügel jedes Mal fast ganz wieder heraus. „Fiiiiiiick….. mich!Ich war wie von Sinnen und kannte mich selbst nicht mehr.Ich warf ihm mein Becken entgegen. Bei jedem Stoß quatschte es in meiner Fotze vor schleimiger Nässe.Wie hatte ich es bloß all´ die Jahre ohne solch einen Schwanz aushalten können?!„Fick mich, fick weiter, fick schneller“, keuchte ich.Und schneller wurden nun seine Stöße. Ich schrie vor Lust und Geilheit. Es schüttelte mich, ich lief regelrecht auf und bäumte mich auf.Meine Titten schaukelten im Takt kaçak iddaa seiner Fickstöße. Auch das geilte mich zusätzlich auf.Max grunzte mehrmals und wurde plötzlich langsam er blieb kurz bewegungslos.„Ich muss eine Pause machen, sonst spritz ich gleich ab. Mensch, ist das geil mit Dir zu ficken. Du bist eine supergeile Ficksau. Ich bin ganz verrückt nach Deiner nassen, geilen Fickfotze.“Er beugte sich vor, ließ seinen Prügel in meiner Liebesgrotte und küsste meine Brüste, saugte wieder an den steifen, harten Nippeln.„Du, nachher mach´ ich mal einen Tittenfick zwischen deinen tollen Möpsen“.„Angelika, bist Du geil so etwas wie dich habe ich ja noch nie erlebt.“ Und dann stieß Max heftig und immer schneller zu. Sein Hodensack klatschte gegen meine Arschbacken, es flutschte und quatschte in meiner Fotze.Meine Titten wippten vor und zurück. Ich fickte in diesem Rhythmus mit, fickte, fickte, fickte.Ich war im siebten Himmel, zerfloss unter Maxs Fickstößen.Plötzlich hielt er tief drinnen inne, drängte sich noch mehr vor.Sein Riemen zuckte und ruckte in mir. Ich blieb ganz ruhig liegen. Und dann bäumte sich Max noch mehr auf, sein harter Schwanz schlug in mir wie wild, und ich spürte wohlig, wie er eine anscheinend große Ladung Ficksahne in mich entlud.Ich konnte nicht anders. Ich zog den schwitzenden Knaben auf mich, der nun meine Brust und meine Titten drückte, bedeckte seinen Mund, seine Augen, sein ganzes Gesicht mit Küssen.Ich hätte nicht gedacht, dass ich so intensiv abspritzen könnte. Solch einen MEGAORGASMUS hatte ich bisher noch nie gehabt.Es war einfach nur traumhaft und himmlisch!!!!Nach einigen Minuten des Erholens und zärtlichen Küssen, zog Max seine enorme Fickstange aus meinem mit Mösensaft und Sperma überflutenden Loch heraus.Zu meiner Freude hatte er nichts an seiner enormen Größe verloren. Wie eine Fahnenstange wippte dieses enorme Teil vor Max hin und her.„Ich gehe mal kurz ins Badezimmer um mich ein wenig frisch zu machen“, rief er mir zu.Das Bettlaken auf dem ich lag war über und über mit Nässe voll gesaut.Voller Ungeduld wartete ich auf diesen süßen Ficker den ich noch einmal richtig auskosten wollte.Nach einigen Minuten kehrte Max aus dem Badzimmer zurück. Sein Schwanz war jetzt ein wenig eingefallen und hatte merklich an Härte verloren.„Leg dich zu mir mein Schatz ich möchte dein Hammergerät noch einmal spüren.“„Du bist fantastisch Angelika, schon als ich dich dort unten das erste Mal sah wusste ich das sofort!“„Wie war das vorhin mit dem Tittenfick?“„Auf jeden Fall, solche Melonen lasse ich mir doch nicht entgehen.“In dem Moment als ich mich selber an meinen Brüsten streichelte konnte ich die erste Regung an seinem Schwanz sehen. Erfreut nahm ich das zur Kenntnis.„Ich will ihn blasen, schieb ihn mir tief in meine Kehle“, flüsterte ich ihm zu.Er legte sich aufs Bett und lies sich von mir verwöhnen.Nach kurzer Zeit stand sein Knüppel wie eine Fahne im Wind. Ich hatte echte Probleme dieses Riesenteil in meinem Mund zu verstauen.Wie eine „Riesensalami“ kam mir sein Prengel vor. Ich leckte an seinem Schaft rauf und runter wie an einer Eisstange. Sein Sack war herrlich rasiert und seine Eier so groß wie Golfbälle.Dieser Anblick lies meine Säfte auf eine neues fliesen.„Fingere mich… Max“, keuchte ich vor lauter Geilheit und Nässe. Er schob mir erst 3 Finger dann die ganze Hand in meine Möse. Er konnte nicht ganz eindringen was ich im ersten Moment bedauerte.„Vergiss mein Arschloch nicht“, stöhnte ich abermals.Durch die exzellente Schmierung an seiner Hand konnte er problemlos in meinen Darm mit 2 Fingern eindringen. In einer Sekunde kaçak bahis hatte er meinen Schließmuskel an meiner runzeligen Rosette überwunden.Er drang bis zum Anschlag in mich ein.„Jaahh… tiefer… bereite mein Arschloch vor… weite es… schön… für deine… Riesenlatte.Mit 3 Fingern fickte er mein Arschloch in einem irren Tempo. Meine Säfte sprudelten in einer Tour und beinahe hätte er mich zu einem analen Orgasmus getrieben. Aber leider nur beinahe…..„Ich will dich jetzt in mir spüren!“Ich erhob mich zog meine Schuhe aus und spuckte auf seinen Schwanz der hell im Mondlicht schimmerte. Es war ein imposanter Anblick.Mit dem Rücken zu ihm setzte ich seinen Fickbolzen an meinem Anus an.Ich musste nicht einmal eine Hand zu Hilfe nehmen, so hart war dieses Ungetüm.Seine Eichel pochte an meinem Schokoladeneingang und bat um Einlass.Ich konnte förmlich das pulsieren in seiner Eichel spüren.Langsam, ganz langsam bewegte ich mich auf seinem Schwanz. Mein Schließmuskel der schon gut geweitet war von seinen Fingern, stellte kein Hindernis mehr dar.Und dann ging es ganz schnell, mit einem Ruck lies ich mich auf sein Feuerschwert fallen. Mit einer atemberaubenden Geschwindigkeit durchpflügte dieser Schwanz meinen Darm.Ich hatte das Gefühl das er mir oben wieder rauskommt, das er mir meine Darmwände zerreißt. Ich hatte 1000 Gefühle auf einmal.… und einen solch geilen Schmerz hatte ich noch nie erfahren.Einen Moment verharrte ich auf diesem Bolzen und wagte mich nicht zu bewegen.Ich lehnte mich zurück. „Spiel an meinen Brüsten und Nippeln“, keuchte ich.Seine Finger zwirbelten an meinen Brustwarzen und ich sah nur noch Sterne.Langsam erhob ich mein Gesäß um Fahrt aufzunehmen. Es war ein unbeschreibliches Gefühl dieser Fremdkörper in meinem Arschloch.Max nahm meine Beine und zog sie ganz nach hinten. Er bestimmte jetzt den Rhythmus und die Geschwindigkeit.Sein Schwanz fuhr wie ein glühendes Eisen in meinem Arsch ein und aus.Braune Säfte tropften auf das Laken und es roch nach Ficken in diesem Zimmer. Schwer und schwül lag die Luft darin.Zusätzlich stimulierte ich meinen Kitzler und fickte mich mit meinen Fingern. Ich wollte den absoluten Megaorgasmus der sich mit Riesenschritten ankündigte.Ich spürte meine Nervenbahnen durch den gesamten Körper, aufgeladen mit 100.000 Volt.Mit meinem Schließmuskeln wollte ich dieses Ungetüm in meinem Arschloch zum spritzen bringen.„Oooooooh ich… merke… genau… was du … vorhast… mein Liebe…“ „Aber keine… Chance… denke… an den… Tittenfick…“„Mein Gott der Junge zerreist mich“ dachte ich bei mir und ging in den Endspurt.Die ersten Säfte liefen aus meiner Fotze und dann war er da…Mit einem Aufschrei voller Inbrunst befreite ich mich von diesem Druck.Ein Spritzer verliess mein Fotzenloch, ein zweiter und dritter Schub kamen hinzu, ich hatte förmlich abgespritzt.Mir wurde schwarz vor Augen und ich verlor die Besinnung…Nach etlichen Minuten wachte ich wieder auf, mit einem kühlen Waschlappen auf der Stirn.Max stand besorgt neben dem Bett und hielt meine Hand.„Mein Gott Angelika was war los mit dir, ich habe gedacht du gibst den Löffel ab…“„Keine Sorge mein Liebling, so schnell wirst du mich nicht los.“ „Das war das absolut geilste und beste was ich jäh erlebt habe, ich danke dir dafür dass ich das erleben durfte.Übrigens kam es nicht mehr zum Tittenfick, denn ich war am Ende meiner physischen Kräfte.Und wir mussten dann ja auch noch das Zimmer aufräumen, an dessen Tür Lisa vielleicht bald klopfen würde.Zu gerne hätte ich mit Max weitere Liebesstunden erlebt, aber sein Bus fuhr am gleichen Abend zurück nach Hause.Seinen vollen Namen, seine Adresse oder Telefonnummer wollte er mir nicht nennen.Er versicherte mir lediglich, es wäre der tollste und geilste Fick seines Lebens gewesen, den er mit mir gehabt hätte.So endet die Geschichte mit meinem besten Fick des Lebens.

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Sarah – Der kleine Schwanz von meinem Freund (9)Hallo zusammen,hier der 9. Teil meiner Geschichte. Wie geht Sarah mit dem aufdringlichen Verhalten ihres Schwiegervaters um? Wird Dennis endlich zum Cuckold?Letzter Teil:https://de.xhamster.com/stories/sarah-der-kleine-schwanz-von-meinem-freund-8-721564_____________________________________________________________________________Ende Teil 8:Geschockt schaute ich ihm in die Augen. Er hatte ein süffisantes Grinsen aufgesetzt und wirkte sehr gelassen. Mir schossen tausend Gedanken durch den Kopf. Warum verhält sich Uwe so merkwürdig und warum macht Dennis mit mir Schluss, guckt sich aber dennoch das Video an? Ich wusste nicht, wie ich mich aus dieser unangenehmen Situation befreien sollte. Ich versuchte die richtigen Worte zu finden, doch gerade als ich Uwe eine schlechte Ausrede auftischen wollte, fiel mir seine fette Beule in der Sporthose auf… Anfang Teil 9:„Sarah? Hast du die Frage verstanden?“ riss mich Uwe aus meinen Gedanken.Erst jetzt registrierte ich, dass ich ungefähr zehn Sekunden unerlässlich auf die gewaltige Beule in seinem Schritt gestarrt haben muss. „Tschuldigung… Ähm. Ich weiß nicht, was ich sagen soll.“„Wie wäre es mit der Wahrheit? Du verstehst sicherlich, dass das Video meine Neugierde geweckt hat. War das mit Dennis abgesprochen?“ bohrte er weiter nach.Ich versuchte wieder souveräner zu klingen „Uwe, das ist wirklich nicht so leicht zu beantworten. Außerdem ist es mir sehr peinlich, mit dir darüber zu reden.“„Ich will dir doch nichts Böses. Ich möchte es doch nur verstehen. Ist das Video der Grund für eure Schwierigkeiten?“Uwe lies nicht locker. Tatsächlich schien er wirklich alles andere als sauer zu sein. Ich hätte verstehen können, wenn er mir Vorwürfe macht oder mich anschreit. Seine ruhige und gelassene Reaktion verwirrte mich jedoch vollkommen. Ich wich ihm mit einer Gegenfrage aus: „Was hast du denn genau gesehen?“Er antwortete mir lächelnd „Habe ich dir doch schon gesagt. Ich habe Dennis auf seinem Bett liegen gesehen, als er zu dem Video masturbiert hat. In dem Video wurdest du von einem anderen Mann in eurem Wohnzimmer gefickt. Ich konnte nicht genau erkennen wer dieser Mann war, aber es war eindeutig nicht mein Sohn. War Dennis dabei, als das Video aufgenommen wurde?“Ohne Nachzudenken antwortete ich ihm „Dennis hat gefilmt.“ Warum habe ich das nur gesagt? Mein Herz rutschte eine Etage tiefer und ich bekam kalte Hände. Die Beule in seiner Hose schien noch größer zu werden. Ich war mir mittlerweile sicher, dass es nicht sein Handy sein konnte.„Also war es einvernehmlich. Warum streitet ihr euch dann?“„Uwe, es reicht jetzt wirklich. Ich habe schon viel zu viel gesagt.“ wollte ich verzweifelt das Gespräch beenden. „Du musst ehrlich zu mir sein, damit ich dir helfen kann. Warum lässt du dich von Dennis dabei filmen, wie dich ein anderer Mann fickt?“ Jetzt will er mir auch noch helfen? Die Situation wurde immer absurder. Er will der Frau helfen, die offensichtlich seinen Sohn betrügt? Mein Blick fiel erneut auf seinen Schritt. Uwe schien das zu bemerken, denn er grinste mich an und begann seinen Schwanz durch die Hose zu kneten. Langsam durchschaute ich sein merkwürdiges Verhalten. Seine vulgäre Ausdrucksweise und die gespielte Freundlichkeit. Er war nicht hier, um herauszufinden was passiert ist. Er wusste genau Bescheid. Es schien ihm Spaß zu machen, mich in Verlegenheit zu bringen. Ich beschloss den Spieß umzudrehen und ihn aus der Reserve zu locken „Nun, du hast das Video doch gesehen und du hast deinen Sohn nackt auf dem Bett gesehen. Ich denke, dass du dir die Frage selbst beantworten kannst.“Uwe wirkte kurz überrascht, doch dann entgegnete er wieder ganz ruhig „Was willst du mir damit sagen?“Noch immer bearbeitete er die Beule in seiner Hose. Meine Unsicherheit wandelte sich in Geilheit. Er schien nicht so einen mickrigen Schwanz wie sein Sohn zu haben. Doch was hatte er vor? Waren das nur die Spielchen eines harmlosen Mannes oder steckte mehr dahinter?Lügen hatte keinen Sinn mehr und eine direkte Frage erforderte eine direkte Antwort „Ich lasse mich von anderen Männern ficken, weil es mir dein Sohn mit seinem kleinen Schwanz nicht anständig besorgen kann!“Ein kurze Stille trat ein, bevor Uwe lächelnd antwortete „Na endlich gibst du es zu.“„Und was soll dann dieses Spielchen? Wann hast du es wirklich herausgefunden?“ fragte ich ihn.Immer noch grinsend entgegnete Uwe „Um ehrlich zu sein, weiß ich es schon seit unseren letzten Besuch. Ich habe euren Freund Robin und dich im Badezimmer gesehen.“„So lange weißt du schon Bescheid? Warum hast du mich nicht verraten?“ fragte ich erstaunt.„Sarah, Dennis ist mein Sohn. Ich habe ihn aufwachsen sehen und so einiges miterlebt. Von seinen ganzen Freundinnen hat es keine so lange mit ihm ausgehalten wie du. Ich wollte euer Glück nicht zerstören. “„Ich liebe Dennis. Ich wollte wirklich mit ihm zusammenbleiben…“„… Aber trotzdem andere Männer ficken?“ grätschte mir Uwe ins Wort.Uwe wirkte immer noch ruhig und vollkommen gelassen. Ihn schien es weder wirklich zu überraschen, noch verurteilte er mein Verhalten. Ich beschloss ihm die komplette Wahrheit zu beichten. Ich erzählte von dem unbefriedigenden Sex mit seinem Sohn und meinen gescheiterten Versuchen ihn zum Cuckold zu machen. Gespannt hörte Uwe zu und nickte zwischendurch bestätigend.Als ich ihm die Ereignisse der letzten Monate ausführlich gesc***dert hatte, schnaufte er einmal tief durch und antwortete „So etwas in der Richtung habe ich mir schon gedacht. Und du liebst Dennis wirklich?”„Ja, ich liebe ihn wirklich. Bloß Sex ist sehr wichtig canlı bahis şirketleri für mich und…“Ich konnte meinen Satz nicht zu Ende sprechen, weil mich Uwe unterbrach: „Natürlich ist Sex wichtig. Ich mache dir keine Vorwürfe! Du bist nicht die erste Frau, die Dennis nicht zufrieden stellen konnte. Es hat mich eh gewundert, wie er dich so lange halten konnte. Du brauchst richtige Männer, die dich ordentlich durchficken. Ich halte deinen Vorschlag, ihn zum Cuckold zu machen für sehr vernünftig. Anders wird er nie eine dauerhafte Beziehung führen können.“„Aber wie ich dir gerade schon erklärt habe, ist Dennis nicht bereit dazu.“„Warum hat er sich dann zu deinem Video einen runtergeholt? Ich kenne Dennis länger als du. Er ist einfach sehr sensibel. Ich werde mit ihm reden und es klären. Ich hatte schon immer großen Einfluss auf ihn. “„Willst du ihm von unserem Gespräch erzählen?“ fragte ich entsetzt.„Nein. Dazu ist es noch so früh. Wir müssen überlegt vorgehen und bis dahin darfst du keine anderen Männer ficken. Verstanden?“ Ich nickte verlegen. Uwe streute eine unglaubliche Dominanz aus. Sie war fast einschüchternd. Ich konnte einfach nicht fassen, dass er mich wirklich unterstützen will. Erst recht konnte ich mir nicht vorstellen, wie er Dennis und mich wieder zusammenbringen will.Uwe stand auf. Die Beule in seiner Hose ist kleiner geworden, war jedoch immer noch deutlich zu erkennen. Er guckte zu mir runter und sagte „Ich muss jetzt los. Mach dir keine Sorgen mehr. Überlass das einfach mir.“ Ich stand ebenfalls auf. Uwe umarmte mich zu Verabschiedung. Dabei drückte er absichtlich doll seinen Schwanz zwischen die Beine. Er wanderte mit seinen Händen runter zu meinem Arsch und fing an ihn zu kneten. Dabei zog er mich noch fester an sich ran. Ich konnte spüren wie sein Schwanz wieder härter wurde und gegen meine Schamlippen drückte. Man war das ein geiles Gefühl!„Weißt du, leider hat Dennis die Größe nicht von mir geerbt. “ wisperte mir Uwe ins Ohr. Dabei glitt seine eine Hand nach vorne zwischen meine Beine. Er öffnete den Knoten von meinem Morgenmantel und rieb zwei Finger durch meine mittlerweile durchnässte Muschi. Wie angewurzelt stand ich einfach nur da und lies mir die Fotze von meinem notgeilen Schwiegervater wichsen. Doch so schnell er angefangen hatte, hörte auch wieder auf. „Keine anderen Männer ficken, bis ich es dir erlaube!“ sagte Uwe erneut mit seiner eindringlichen Stimme. Er leckte sich seine nassen Finger ab und verließ die Wohnung.Ich konnte keinen klaren Gedanken fassen. Obwohl die Situation vollkommen absurd gewesen ist, hat sie mich unheimlich geil werden lassen und komplett aus der Bahn geworfen. Der Vater von Dennis verstand meine Sehnsüchte und verurteilte mich nicht. Seine Dominanz war gleichzeitig einschüchternd und erregend. Ich legte mich auf die Couch und befriedigte mich selbst. Ich rubbelte meinen Kitzler und drang mit zwei Fingern in meine nasse Spalte ein. In meinem Gedanken war ich bei Uwe. Ich dachte an seine Beule in der Hose und stellte mir vor wie sein Schwanz wohl aussehen würde. Auf jeden Fall war er deutlich größer als der von seinem Sohn. Fotzensaft lief meine Oberschenkel runter, sodass sich langsam eine kleine Pfütze auf dem Couchbezug bildete. Ich konnte mich nicht länger beherrschen. Mein Kitzler fing an zu zucken. Ich windete und wälzte mich hin und her, als mich ein erschütternder Orgasmus überfuhr. Ich japste nach Luft und strich mir meine Haare aus dem Gesicht. Als ich wieder klarsehen konnte, erkannte ich Uwe, wie er durch das gegenüberliegende Fenster guckte. Er grinste mich noch ein paar Sekunden frech an, dann drehte er sich um und ging. Hatte er mich die ganze Zeit beobachtet? Ohne Zweifel hätte er von dem Fenster einen perfekten Blick auf das Schauspiel gehabt. Es wäre aber nicht das merkwürdigste Ereignis heute Morgen gewesen. Dennis Vater ist schon immer ein alter Lustmolch gewesen. Ich dachte an seine feuchten Begrüßungsküsse und zweideutigen Sprüche, wenn er bei uns zu Besuch gewesen ist. Doch würde er wirklich so weit gehen und die Freundin seines eigenen Sohnes ficken? Würde ich so weit gehen? Auf jeden Fall habe ich ihn nicht davon abgehalten meine Muschi zu fingern. Ich konnte sein Verhalten einfach nicht deuten und wusste nicht inwiefern er mir wirklich helfen oder doch nur seine eigenen perversen Gelüste stillen will. Wenn ich ihm vertrauen kann, hält er es für eine gute Idee, Dennis zu meinem Cuckold zumachen. Seine letzten Worte: „Du darfst nicht mit anderen Männern ficken, bis ich es dir erlaube“, verwirrten mich am meisten. Auch wenn ich Zweifel an Uwes wahren Absichten hatte, wollte ich ihn lieber nicht enttäuschen. Ich beschloss mich an seine Regel zu halten und einfach abzuwarten.Als ich zwei Tage später von der Arbeit nach Hause kam, traute ich meinen Augen nicht. Dennis machte mir strahlend die Tür auf und nahm mir meine Tasche aus der Hand.„Was machst du denn hier?“ fragte ich erstaunt.„Sarah es tut mir so leid! Ich war egoistisch und dumm. Ich hätte niemals Schluss machen dürfen. Ich liebe dich! Bitte nimm mich zurück.“ winselte er und setzte dabei seinen typischen Hundeblick auf.Ich brachte kein Ton hervor. Wortlos ging ich ins Wohnzimmer. Ich holte mir eine Flasche Wein aus dem Schrank und schenkte mir ein volles Glas ein. Mit einem Schluck leerte ich das halbe Glas. Ich guckte Dennis an, der ebenfalls verwirrt zurückblickte. „Wi-Wi-Wieso hast du dich um entschieden?“ stammelte ich, nachdem ich mit einem weiteren großen Schluck das Glas geleert hatte.„Ich habe mit meinem Vater geredet. Er hat mir klargemacht, canlı kaçak iddaa dass man in einer Beziehung auch mal Kompromisse eingehen muss. Ich war eifersüchtig und hab nur an mich gedacht. Du bist das Beste, was mir je passiert ist und ich will dich nicht verlieren. “ antwortete Dennis. Ich schenkte mir ein neues Glas Wein ein und sackte auf dem Sofa zusammen. Einerseits war ich überglücklich, anderseits hatte ich sehr große Angst. Schließlich wusste ich nicht, was Uwe alles seinem Sohn erzählt hatte.„Und du bist wirklich damit einverstanden, dass ich mit anderen Männer ficke?“ bohrte ich weiter nach.Dennis zuckte bei meinem Worten kurz zusammen, entgegnete jedoch ruhig „Ja, ich bin damit einverstanden. Natürlich bin ich noch eifersüchtig, doch ich versuche damit zu leben.“Mein Herz klopfte vor Aufregung. Diese Worte aus Dennis seinem Mund habe ich mir solange gewünscht, doch ich war noch nicht vollkommen überzeugt. Erst musste ich mit Uwe reden. Ich schlug Dennis vor morgen nach der Arbeit ein klärendes Gespräch zu führen und heute unsere Versöhnung zu genießen. Wir verbrachten den Abend vor dem Fernseher. Wir redeten über unsere Arbeit, guckten wie früher zusammen GZSZ und es gab sogar vorsichtigen Körperkontakt. Es fühlte sich an wie ein erstes Date. Allerdings war ich noch nicht bereit wieder mit ihm einem Bett zu schlafen, bevor wir uns ernsthaft über unsere Beziehung unterhalten haben. Dennis schlief auf der Couch und ich ging ins Schlafzimmer. Ich dachte noch einige Stunden über den Abend nach. Es war mir ein Rätsel, wie Uwe Dennis so schnell dazu gebracht zu mir zurückzukehren. Schließlich hatte ich über Wochen versucht ihn von meinen Wünschen zu überzeugen. Als ich am nächsten Morgen ins Wohnzimmer ging, war Dennis bereits auf der Arbeit. Es lag nur ein Zettel auf dem Tisch mit der Nachricht: „Es war ein schön mit dir. Wir reden später. Ich liebe dich!“Wenn ich wirklich heute Abend mit Dennis reden wollte, muss ich vorher unbedingt mit Uwe sprechen. Ich meldete mich auf der Arbeit für den Rest der Woche krank und danach rief ich Uwe an. Ich bat ihm darum, mir am Telefon von dem Gespräch zwischen Dennis und ihm zu erzählen, doch er bestand darauf mich persönlich zu treffen. Meine Nervosität steigert sich stündlich. Ich zog mir eine Leggings und einen dicken Pullover an. Ich war so froh über die Versöhnung mit Dennis, dass ich unbedingt einen erneuten sexuellen Vorfall mit Uwe vermeiden wollte. Auch wenn Dennis mir endlich seine Einwilligung gegeben hat mit anderen Männern zu schlafen, war es immer noch sein Vater. Als ich Uwe die Tür öffnete, war er sichtlich enttäuscht von meinem braven Outfit. Es hielt ihm jedoch nicht davon ab, mir wieder einen seiner dicken Schmatzer aufzudrücken. Wir hielten uns nicht lange mit Small-Talk auf und ich fragte ihn direkt, wie er Dennis davon überzeugen konnte, es nochmal mit mir zu probieren.„Hast du Angst, dass ich ihm von dir und mir erzählt habe? Nein, dafür ist es noch zu früh.“ lachte Uwe laut.„Uwe, bitte lass deine Spielchen. Worüber habt ihr geredet?“ fragte ich erneut.„Ich habe ihn lediglich gesagt, was für eine atemberaubende Frau du bist und er nie wieder so eine wie dich finden wird. Ich habe ihn daran erinnert, wie viele Frauen er schon verloren hat und ob er dich wirklich auch noch verlieren will.“„Und das hat ihn sofort überzeugt?“ harkte ich ungläubig nach.„Ich kann sehr überzeugend sein, wie du vielleicht schon bemerkt hast. Er weiß jetzt, dass man manchmal seinen Stolz vergessen und Kompromisse eingehen muss.“ „Und er hat wirklich keine Ahnung von… Naja, du weißt schon?“ wollte ich von Uwe wissen. Ich versuchte so souverän wie möglich zu klingen, doch selbst ich erkannte die Nervosität in meiner Stimme.„Dass du dich von mir fingern lassen hast, wie eine notgeile Schlampe?“ fragte er mich hämisch.Ich wurde knallrot. Es war mir peinlich und ich versucht so schnell wie möglich das Gespräch zu beenden. „Uwe, bitte lass das. Ich danke dir für deine Hilfe, aber ich denke den Rest schaffe ich alleine!“Er schaute mir tief in die Augen und antwortete bestimmend „Denkst du wirklich, dass es so einfach ist? Dennis ist vielleicht jetzt einverstanden, doch er ist noch lange nicht so weit. Ich kenne meinen Sohn. Du brauchst mich und außerdem bin ich noch lange nicht fertig mit dir!“„Was soll das heißen?“ „Um Dennis wirklich dauerhaft zu überzeugen dein Cuckold zu werden, musst du mir bedingungslos gehorchen und dich an meine Regeln halten.“„Was für Regeln?“„Du hast schon einen richtigen Weg eingeschlagen, Dennis über seine Geilheit zu kontrollieren. Jedoch hat es noch nicht ausgereicht. Du musst ihn vollständig kontrollieren können.“Uwe kramte etwas aus einem Beutel, der mir erst jetzt überhaupt aufgefallen ist. „Weißt du was das hier ist?“ fragte er mich und hielt mir etwas entgegen, was aussah wie ein kleiner Schwanz aus Draht. Ich schüttelte irritiert den Kopf.„Das ist ein Peniskäfig. Du musst Dennis kleinen Schwanz hier drin einsperren. Die erste Regel ist, dass Dennis nicht masturbieren darf und schon gar nicht darf er dich ficken. Nur du hast den Schlüssel für den Käfig. Es gibt einen kleinen Schlitz vorne, sodass er auch auf Toilette gehen kann.“Ich nahm ihm den Peniskäfig aus der Hand und begutachtete ihn genauer. Der Gedanke daran, wie Dennis Schwänzchen eingesperrt ist, erregte mich schon ziemlich. Uwe erzählte weiter „Die zweite Regel ist, dass du ihn immer wieder dermaßen geil machen musst, dass ihn fast die Birne platzt. Er darf nicht mehr klar denken können. Lass ab und zu seinen Schwanz aus dem Käfig und spiel mit ihm, aber canlı kaçak bahis er darf nie abspritzen! Erzähl ihn von deinem Sex mit einem anderen Mann. Jeden Tag ein bisschen mehr. “Langsam konnte ich auch nicht mehr klar denken. Uwes Regeln machten mich dermaßen geil. Ich wollte mehr hören. „Gibt es noch weitere Regeln?“ fragte ich ihn neugierig.„Ja, natürlich. Die dritte Regel ist einfach. Bevor Dennis dich wieder mit anderen Männern sieht, muss er selbst merken wie viel besser ein großer Schwanz ist. Dazu ist dieses nette Gerät hier. Dennis schnallt es sich um und fickt dich damit, während sein richtiger Schwanz weiter eingesperrt ist.“Uwe überreichte mir einen riesigen Umschnalldildo. Er war ungefähr so groß wie die Schwänze von Robin und Yannik. Ich kam gar nicht dazu etwas zu sagen, da erzählte Uwe schon weiter: „Aber die wichtigste Regel ist weiterhin, dass du nicht mit anderen Männern ficken darfst, bis ich es dir erlaube!“Geschockt wandte ich meinen Blick von dem Umschnalldildo zu Uwe. „Aber was hat das Ganze dann für einen Sinn? Es geht doch darum, dass ich mit anderen Männern schlafe.“„Ich mache die Regeln und daran wird sich gehalten. Verstanden?“ erwiderte Uwe barsch.Ich schwieg.„Ob du mich verstanden hast?“ fragte er jetzt beinahe zornig.Obwohl ich es nicht wirklich nachvollziehen konnte, nickte ich und bejahte seine Frage. Seine dominante Art schüchterte mich zu sehr ein, um widersprechen zu können. Uwe lächelte mich jetzt an. Er streichelte mir über den Oberschenkel und sagte zufrieden „So ist es gut. Ich werde aus dir schon eine willige Schlampe und aus Dennis einen richtigen Cuckold machen. Jetzt musst du mir nur noch beweisen, dass auch du es wirklich ernst meinst. Zieh dich aus!“Es war klar, dass der alte Lustmolch auch noch seinen Spaß haben wollte, doch ich konnte da nicht mitspielen. „Nein, das mache ich nicht. Du bist Dennis Vater und das geht zu weit.“Plötzlich packte Uwe meinen Hals und drückte seine Hand leicht zusammen. Er kam mit dem Gesicht ganz nah an meins und wiederholte mit deutlicher Stimme erneut „Zieh dich aus!“Er schmiss mich vom Sofa. Ich war vollkommen perplex und überrascht darüber, wie er mich auf einmal behandelte. Mein Herz raste und meine Gedanken überschlugen sich. Mein Mund öffnete sich, doch es kam kein Ton raus. Stattdessen rappelte ich mich auf und begann mich auszuziehen. Erst meinen Pullover, dann meine Leggings und zum Schluss meine Unterwäsche. Vollkommen nackt stand ich nun vor meinem Schwiegervater. „Was für ein Körper. Jetzt knie dich hin!“ befahl mir Uwe.Wie von automatisch ging ich auf die Knie, als wenn Uwe durch seine Stimme direkt mein Gehirn steuern könnte. Ich dachte gar nicht mehr nach, sondern tat einfach was er von mir wollte. Uwe stellte sich vor mich hin, sodass sein Schritt direkt auf meiner Kopfhöhe war. Er zögerte nicht lange und zog direkt seine Jogginghose runter. Vorgestern habe ich mir noch in meinen Gedanken ausgemalt, wie wohl sein Schwanz aussehen mag und nun baumelte er direkt vor meinem Gesicht. Er war nicht ganz so riesig wie der von Robin oder Yannik, aber selbstverständlich immer noch deutlich größer als der von seinem Sohn und zudem unheimlich fett. Sein Schwanz hatte bestimmt den Durchmesser von einer Redbull Dose! So einen dicken Prügel habe ich bisher noch nie gesehen. In Vergleich zu den anderen Männern war Uwe auch nicht komplett rasiert und hatte einen leichten Busch. Insgesamt war ich einfach beeindruckt von seinem Exemplar. Dementsprechend wartete ich erst gar nicht auf seinen Befehl, sondern begann von alleine seinen fetten Schwanz zu lutschen. Ich hielt mich nicht zurück und legte sofort richtig los. Ich riss meinen Mund auf und versuchte seinen dicken Kolben so weit es ging reinzubekommen. Uwe war sichtlich überrascht von meiner plötzlichen Hingabe und bekundete es immer wieder durch abfällige Kommentare. Seine Bemerkungen spornten mich jedoch noch mehr an. Ich wollte ihn beweisen, was für eine willige Schlampe ich bin. Ich leckte mit meiner Zunge von seinen Eiern bis hoch zu seiner prallen Eichel. Brav hielt ich meinen Mund offen, wenn er das Kommando übernahm und seinen Schwanz in mich reinhämmerte. Spucke tropfte auf den Boden und Tränen verschmierten meine Schminke, doch ich hielt seinen brutalen Fickbewegungen stand. Als er seinen dicken Phallus wieder aus meinem Hals rauszog, lachte ich ihn an und lies Spucke auf meine Brüste tropfen. Diesmal war es nicht ich, die perplex war, sondern Uwe. Ich legte meine Zunge unter seine Eichel und leckte zärtlich über sein Bändchen. Er konnte sich nicht länger beherrschen und wichste mir sein Sperma auf die Zunge. Ich ließ meine Zunge die ganze Zeit ausgestreckt, bis er seine komplette Ladung abgepumpt hatte. Nachdem ich die letzten Tropfen auch noch aus ihm heraus gewichst hatte, schluckte ich seinen Saft artig runter.Sowohl Uwe als auch ich brauchten ein paar Minuten Verschnaufpause. Ich holte uns aus der Küche zwei Gläser Wasser und setzte mich auf das gegenüberliegende Sofa.Nachdem das Blut wieder zurück in seinen Kopf geflossen ist, sagte Uwe gewohnt trocken „Also das war doch schon mal ein ganz guter Anfang.“Ich lächelte mild. Natürlich wusste ich, dass das noch nicht das Ende für ihn war. Wir tranken unser Wasser und zogen uns wieder an. Uwe erinnerte mich nochmal daran, mich an die Regeln zu halten und direkt heute Abend damit zu beginnen. Danach gab er mir einen feuchten Kuss und fuhr nach Hause. _____________________________________________________________________________Wie gefällt euch dieser Teil? Ich freue mich wie immer über zahlreiche Bewertungen und Kommentare. Kritik und Verbesserungsvorschläge könnt ihr natürlich auch jederzeit äußern! Die Fortsetzung kommt nur, wenn genug Leute bewertet und kommentiert haben. Es ist einfach schön für seine Mühe belohnt zu werden. Ich hoffe ihr habt Verständnis dafür.

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Letzte Woche in der SaunaNicht von mir, aber richtig Geiler AnfangSexyboyjames Es war ein verregnter Sonntag und ich beschloss in die Sauna zu gehen um mich aufzuwärmen und um zu entspannen. Ich packte meine Sachen und machte mich auf den Weg in die nahe gelegene Therme. Rasch zog ich mich aus, warf meinen Bademantel über und ging in den Saunabereich. Es war sehr voll, so dass ich etwas suchen musste um eine Liege zu ergattern, doch ich hatte Glück und fand rin Plätzchen. Ich legte meine Sachen auf die Liege, zog meinen Bademantel aus und machte mich auf den Weg zum ersten Saunagang. Ich ging in meine lieblings Sauna, in der es zum Aufguss Honig zum Einreiben gab. Ausser mir sassen noch 2 Mädels und ein paar Rentner in der Sauna. Ich setzte mich neben die Mädels, da kam auch schon der Saunameister für den Aufguss. Der Aufguss war wie immer perfekt und allen Anwesenden rinn der Schweiss am Körper runter. Ich drehte mich zur Seite und sah die Mädels, deren Brüste vom Schweiss glänzten und ihre Nippel aufrecht standen. Wahrscheinlich vergassen sie, dass sie nicht alleine waren, denn sie sassen dort mit gespreitzten Beinen. Dieser Anblick liess mich nicht kalt und mein Schwanz pulsierte. Bitte nicht jetzt dachte ich und drückte meine Schenkel zusammen in der Hoffnung, dass die Mädels nichts bemerkt haben. Der Saunameister verteilte nun den illegal bahis in Honig in kleinen Töpfchen und ging aus der Sauna. Alle begannen sich mit dem Honig einzureiben, die Rentner halfen sich gegenseitig beim Rücken und die Mädels auch, leider konnte ich meinen Rücken nicht alleine mit dem Honig einreiben. Plötzlich sprach mich eines der Mädels an und fragte, ob sie mir helfen solle. Gerne nahm ich das Angebot an. Sie stellten sich mit Meike und Lisa vor ( beide ca.170cm gross, Lisa mit dunkelen Haaren und kleiner Brust, Meike blonde kurze Haare und eine etwas grössere Brust) Lisa nahm den Honig und ich spürte ihre Hände auf meinem Rücken. Als sie fertig war, bedankte ich mich, da flüsterte sie mir zu, du kannst Deine Beine ruhig wieder öffnen, dein Ständer muss dir nicht peinlich sein, sah gut aus. Mit diesen Worten setzte sie sich wieder zu Meike. Man wie peinlich dachte ich, warf noch einmal einen Blick zu den Beiden und sie grinsten mich schälmisch an. Das war zu viel für mich und meinen Schwanz. Ich stand auf, nahm das Handtuch so, dass mein harter Schwanz bedeckt war und ging zum Duschen. Die kalte Dusche half mir und meinem Schwanz wieder runter zu kommen. Ich ging zu meiner Liege, ich traute meinen Augen nicht als ich sah wer auf den Liegen neben mir lag, die 2 Mädels. Sie sahen mich und sagten, das ist ja eine Überraschung; illegal bahis siteleri ich grüsste zurück, legte mein Handtuch ab und zog meinen Bademantel an. Die Mädels fragten, ob ich mit ihnen ins Cafe was trinken wolle, ich nahm dies gerne an und so setzte wir uns, mit unseren Bademänteln bekleidet an einen Tisch im Cafe. Wir bestellte unsere Getränke und unterhielten uns angeregt über alles mögliche. Lisa hat mir gegenüber gesessen und Meike neben mir. Plötzlich merkte ich Lisas Fuss unter meinem Bademantel an meinem Schwanz, ich zuckte zusammen und schaute Lisa an, doch sie hat sich nichts anmerken lassen und redete weiter von ihrem geplanten Urlaub. Ich wusste nicht wie mir geschah. Durch den Fuss von ihr, ist mein Bademantel links und rechts unten zur Site gerutscht, so dass ich untenrum völlig blank da sass. Meike merkte, dass was mit mir nicht stimmte, sie wusste aber genau was Lisa gerade tat. Sie sagte in die Runde, warte Lisa, ich helfe Dir und jetzt war nicht nur der Fuss, sondern auch Meikes Hand an meinem mittlerweile harten Schwanz, beide berührten ihn zärtlich. Ich schaute beide fragend an und Meike sagte, willst Du abspritzen??? Ich traute meinen Ohren kaum, zweile geile Mädels verführen mich in der Therme. Ich erwiderte, BITTE? Und beide sagten im Einklang, na ob Du abspritzen willst. In dem canlı bahis siteleri Moment kam die Bedienung und fragte ob wir noch etwas trinken möchten, Meike sagte, danke nein, wir haben noch unsere Eiweisshake dabei, den wir uns gleich noch abholen, in dem Monment drückte Lisa mit ihrer Hand fester um Meinen Schwanz. Ich sagte mit zittriger Stimme zur Bedienung , ich zahle die Runde. Er kassierte ab und beide liessen von meinem Schwanz ab. Kommt wir gehen in den Whirpool, sagte Lisa und stand auf. Ich musste meinen Bafemantel richten, damit nicht jeder meine Errektion sah. Wir gingen im Bademantel zum Whirpool, entkleideten uns dort. Zu meiner verwunderung war niemand ausser uns im dort. Die Beiden namen mich in die Mitte und wir geniessten die Stille und das Blubbern. Ich war noch immer verwundert über das, was gerade im Cafe passiert war und fragte deshalb, ob sie so etwas öfter machen. In diesem Moment fassten beide an meinen Schwanz und Lisa sagte, nur wenn wir geil sind und so einen geilen Schwanz sehen. Meike lehnte sich zu mir rüber und küsste mich, so dass ich Lisa nicht sehen konnte, dich dann spürte ich sie, sie hat sich mit ihrem Rücken zu mir platziert und setzte sich gekonnt auf meinen Schwanz. Ich stöhnte auf und sie begann mich zu reiten. Jetzt merkte ich erst, dass mein Schwanz nicht in ihrer Muschi, sondern in ihrem Po war. Meike nahm meine Hand und drückte sie an ihre rasierte Spalte. Finger mich, befahl sie mir und bevor ich mich versehen konnte, drückte sie einen meiner Finger in sich hinein. In diesem Moment sahen wir Leute, die auf den Weg zum Whirpool waren…

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