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I met Kathi through an online dating site. We both loved writing. My skills were the creative kind, hers more focused on the craft — good grammar, proper wording, that sort of thing. We were a great match. Her passion for life equaled if not exceeded mine. The early days were like a magical trip into the world of Ali Baba complete with flying carpet and cave that opened via the words “Open Saysme.” The cave in this case was her heart and the lovely cavern between her legs. The word soul mate was ever on our lips as though it was not just the way our bodies connected but our minds, our hearts, our souls.

Naturally the electricity between us was so intense, the love making so exquisite, I don’t really even know if souls were even involved. Yet no arguments ever seemed to come between us. Her words seemed to finish mine and mine hers.

I was recently divorced; her exit from marriage a bit further in the past – at least a year. I had a townhouse, she a quaint two bedroom condo. I lived alone; she had two lovely daughters. One was sixteen; the other nineteen.

Carmen, the sixteen year old, was a boisterous girl, always talking, commenting about everything and possessing the most distressing of qualities – a temper. Yet she had the rare ability to connect with just about anyone, at least for a while, until her temper kicked in and she blew a gasket. I understood her almost immediately, enjoying our conversations, the occasional flirting. Yet I knew the risks of becoming too close.

Once she showed me a tattoo she had just received. “Oh Dan, please you have to see this.”

Quickly unsnapping her jeans, she pulled them halfway down her thigh. With a twist of her hand, her thong underwear was pulled aside so I could see a little butterfly planted on her stomach under her belly button just a bit to the left. Only I didn’t stare that closely at it because something else more delectable was nearby. Her pubic hair lay open to my view and I could almost see a dark spot just below her fingers. The smell of feminine perspiration and the trace of a more delicate scent from that spot between her legs cried for my touch.

Only I couldn’t yield to such temptations. She was far too young, not my type at all, just a teenager that didn’t know that her stupid actions might drive a grown man crazy. I wanted nothing to do with the kind of trouble she would bring. Besides, I was in love with the girl’s mother. Kathi was the genuine article, a good woman, madly in love with me.

Her sister was a different story completely. Not exactly shy, Heather was the intellectual of the family. Rather than writing stories the way I was inclined, she enjoyed poetry. Yet she would never let me or Kathi read them.

“They’re far too personal,” she would say. “I only write for myself, so I can remember a feeling, an idea.”

Both of the girls were blond, fair skinned. Heather was a bit shorter, thinner with smaller breasts. Even at the young age of 16 Carmen’s were large melon shaped objects, hanging down just a bit from the weight. Heather’s in contrast while not being particularly small were not nearly as grand in size. Even when she was braless as was frequently the case, her shapely orbs stood straight against the thin fabric of her shirt.

I met Kathi in the summer and with neither girl familiar with a strange man around, they acted and dressed as though it was still just the three of them. Most clothes were of the halter top category, bare stomachs, thongs showing every time one of them bent over. I was in this continuous state of arousal as new pieces of anatomy were revealed.

Heather tended to wear comfortable casual clothes, the type I remember around the girls I knew as a young teen, the hippy look I would often call it. The pants were always jeans either long tattered ones with holes in the knees and butt. Or the short kind, ends frayed, showing just a bit of the curve from her butt when she bent over or curled against the couch watching TV.

The younger daughter Carmen was the exact opposite. Her clothes were always elegant, expensive, smooth and soft, folding over her curves in a natural yet provocative way. The young girl actually looked older than her sister with a look in her eye of experience. Kathi and I would always laugh about her, “Nineteen going on twenty six.”

Yet Carmen was the religious one of the two. Devoted to God, her actual life belied this deep seated commitment. While passionate in word and emotion, the attraction of the dark life of a sinner beckoned her so strongly that she lived a much wilder and crazier life than her more cerebral atheist sister. Alcohol and sex were her biggest vices at the moment.

Once when Kathi and I returned from a trip to the mountains, police filled the apartment. Apparently Carmen had decided that a party would be the perfect entertainment. Unfortunately one of the girls was raped by one of the boys. We were up half the night trying to resolve the difficulty, helping the police gather evidence.

Heather was a true flower child reminding me of the otele gelen escort days of my youth when I would bounce around, no home to call my own, each day a new adventure, no worry about the future, no care for money or wealth, just wanting the world to be a better place.

Before I came into her life, Kathi had shared her master bedroom with Heather while Carmen occupied the other smaller one. As I spent more and more time with Kathi, I would often spend the night in her bed. Heather was forced to sleep on the couch.

Sometimes at night, I would wake up and go to the kitchen for a drink of water. I was forced to pass through the living area where Heather would be sleeping soundly on the couch. With the hot nights of summer upon us, she would lay with legs sprawled in her thong underwear, no bra, no covers, practically naked. I paused staring down at her slender form wondering what it would be like to lay with her, to feel her skin against me, to smell the scent of her breath on my cheek.

One night the heat was so intense that she neglected to wear her panties. As I walked by, I noticed her nakedness and stood over her, studying her, my eyes pouring over each feature open before me. Like a flower facing the sun she seemed to recognize my stare and moved toward me, her arms to her side, her breasts open, her legs spread, one falling over the edge of the couch. I kneeled down before her, sliding between her legs, my face close to her abdomen. Her smell rose in waves tickling my nose.

Recalling the stories of how deeply she slept, that an atomic bomb would barely cause her to stir, I wondered if I could indeed touch her. Her smell spoke to me in soft whispers – come to me. So, I pressed my mouth against her, kissing the lips between her legs softly until I felt the wetness seep into my mouth.

She groaned so I slipped my tongue into her, sucking her juices into my mouth. How good she was. I had never tasted anything so fine. It was more than the actual flavor but the simple fact that I was enjoying her, this little goddess. I knew I should stop before she awoke but it was as if I was frozen to the spot, the only movement possible, my tongue and hands. So I slipped my hands under her buttocks and lifted them up, pressing my mouth against her, my tongue now deep inside, my upper lip caressing her clit.

Her groans were loader and my tongue moving faster, flicking back and forth.

Then I heard her say something. The words were unrecognizable to me. I had this sense of her waking, so I slipped from between her legs and fell to the carpet.

On the floor motionless, I waited until her breathing became regular, then carefully, without a sound, crawled past her toward Kathi’s bedroom. All thoughts of a glass of water had vanished. With pounding heart I stood up straight and entered the room. Kathi’s breathing was regular. I slipped under the covers against her.

That night I had the most incredible sexual experience. As I pounded against Kathi, mounting her time and again, my thoughts were of Heather, of being buried deep inside her, feeling her buck and sigh and moan as I brought her to a climax.

I wondered if that would ever be a reality.

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Kathi grew exceedingly irritated with Heather’s ownership of the couch. Heather was a messy person, never having learned the meaning of putting anything in its proper location. Tensions began to arise each morning as the disorder around the couch grew and grew.

Finally one afternoon, Kathi erupted. “This will simply not work. The living room is no place for a young woman like you. You are returning to the bedroom.”

“And where am I going to sleep? With you and Dan?” she asked. “I would think you’d want a bit of privacy.”

“That’s fine Kath,” I said. “We’ll work something out. There’s lots of space in the bedroom.”

“I’ve got it,” I said. “We’ll split it up, hang an old curtain across the room. We’ll stay on one side, and Heather on the other.”

“Dad has an old futon I could probably use,” Heather said. “That wouldn’t take up much space at all.”

So Heather did indeed move into our bedroom. Since Kathi did not have a large enough curtain or bed spread, she was forced to use a sheet of muslum that while not transparent was close to it. I helped set up our makeshift separator.

That first night we hadn’t retrieved the futon yet, so Heather was forced to sleep with the two of us.

“I can go home to the townhouse to sleep until we get everything set up,” I said.

“Not on your life,” Kathi said. “Heather is the one that was messy so she needs to endure this.”

We never actually discussed which side of the bed she would sleep. I never thought much about it. Kathi and I turned in early like we usually did and were soon fast asleep.

Sometime during the night, I felt myself pushed toward the center of the bed. On waking up, I found myself face to face with Heather.

“I have no room,” she whispered.

So pendik escort I slid over pushing Kathi with my back. Heather moved further onto the bed, placing her arms around me, her nose next to mine, her lips inches away. I could feel a thin piece of cloth between her chest and mine. Her leg had already slid over my longer ones. My penis hardened as it touched a bare leg.

I reached around her sliding my hands down her cloth night shirt to her bare buttocks. Pulling her forward our lips touched. I thought she would pull back, but she didn’t.

“Thanks,” she whispered.

“My pleasure,” I said. “And believe me, it is indeed a pleasure.”

“For me too,” she said opening her lips to kiss me.

Our kiss was just two soft lips meeting and pressing together, nothing more, no movement, just the touching. My penis twitched so I pulled her closer.

Then we pulled our heads back as though nothing had happened, both of us ignoring the nakedness of our lower bodies. And she fell asleep.

During the night I woke up, the hardness between my legs pressed against a softness that I couldn’t identify at first. Then I realized that it was Heathers rear end. My penis was nestled between her cheeks.

Sliding a hand around her hips, I slipped it under her night shirt and around a breast. Pulling her to me, I pushed my penis deeper into her butt while leaning my head over her shoulder and into the fragrance of her blond hair. I began to nuzzle her earlobe with my lips, rubbing her nipple with my fingers, and inching my penis further and further toward her pussy.

She must have been in a heavy sleep, but while her mind might have been in dreamland, her body began to react to my actions. Her nipples stood out like little erasers as I alternated between touching one and then the other. Little whimpers, hardly audible slipped from her mouth.

As I felt her body respond, mine did as well. As I pushed my penis toward her slit, a tremble like a mini-earthquake rippled through her body. Quickly, I placed my hand between her legs and caressed her clit. With each touch, she jerked. Slowly I eased into her.

After an inch, I eased back out, then in again, just an inch, then two, back and forth. She was soft like velvet, wet and clingy – tight, so very tight almost as though she were sucking on me. My fingers continued to touch her clit lightly this time around the edges of the now engorged pleasure center. Lightly I touched the sides of it, around the edges.

And she responded by pushing hard against me. I slid into her as far as I could go. We began this frantic pushing and pulling until with a cry she climaxed. Moments behind her orgasm, I gushed my cream deep inside her.

As our excitement died down, I began thinking of Kathi. What if she felt all the activity in the bed? I truly did love her. I would never want her to be hurt by what happened between Heather and I.

So I listened for a long time and could only detect the regular even breathing of a person deep in slumber. So I remained inside Heather until my penis softened and I fell out of her. Yet I continued to hold her throughout the night.

Toward morning, I shifted so I was now facing Kathi’s buttocks. In perfect spooning formation we spent the last hour together, the light of the morning spreading through the room.

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Two years passed. Heather was rooming at college with a couple of girl friends. Graduation was in two months. Her plans were to travel to Costa Rica for further studies at a university there.

Carmen, turned 18, was as crazy as ever, only legal now. We had this on again off again flirting situation going. She dressed provocatively, had for two years, rushing through the condo naked, tight skirts, no panties, breasts popping out at opportune moments, a touch on the thigh, a lick on the neck, a hug nightie to t-shirt – the list went on and on. For two years I handled it as well as I could. On her eighteenth birthday, things were different.

An emergency to Heather required Kathi’s attention. A male stud with extra hormones had pushed the envelope, raped the poor girl. It happened the night Carmen turned eighteen. I wanted to be the hero, rescuing poor Heather, enjoying her gratefulness, her body open for my tender care. But Kathi’s motherhood rose to the occasion. She rushed off to help the tender girl, mothering her in tender embrace. I wanted to be that embrace.

So somewhat miffed, I spent the evening alone with Carmen.

“It just isn’t fair you know,” she said. “Just so ridiculous. I could kill Mom.”

“So what do you want to do then?” I asked.

“I want to be with my friends,” she said. “I’m eighteen for fucks sake.”

“Too bad you’re stuck with me. It’s not my fault your Mom doesn’t trust you out alone on your birthday.” I smiled at the girl to show her I wasn’t offended. “Anyway, I like being alone with you.”

“I bet you’d rather be with Heather right now,” she said. “I’ve rus escort seen the way you look at her, always trying to get a peek under her skirt, not that she wears many of them.”

“I must admit. I do like her. No use denying it. So your stuck with me. What do you want to do?”

“Maybe there’s a movie on,” she said flicking through the channels with the remote.

A few minutes later she threw the remote on the floor in disgust. “Nothing on this piece of shit TV.”

“How about a game of poker?” I suggested.

“OK,” she said. “How about some alcohol?” She raced off to the kitchen. Kathi had an unopened bottle of Rum under the sink. Carmen grabbed a couple of glasses, threw some ice in each of them and returned with the Rum and a shot glass.

“The loser of each hand drinks a shot,” I said. “You can pour it in the glass of ice, but the drink goes down before the next hand ends.”

“Deal.”

“What stakes?” I asked.

“Dunno. I’m broke.”

“You’ve got assets though,” I said smiling with just a twist of a grin. “We could play strip poker on steroids.”

“Steroids?”

“Sure,” I said. “We each write out things we want to do to the other person or have them do to us. If a person loses, then that person needs to do what’s on the paper. Of course we start with the clothes, only use the steroids when the clothes are all gone.” I grabbed a sheet of paper and ripped off strips, handed Carmen five of them and took the other five myself.

After writing all our fantasies on the papers, I shuffled them, handed five to Carmen and took the rest myself.

“Well, we each need to take a drink first to get started,” Carmen said.

I poured a shot and downed it with one tilt of my head. “And we promise never to stop playing until one of us has won everything.”

I shuffled the cards and as they lay in front of her, Carmen glanced at me with this nervous twitch. “I’m a bit scared,” she said. “This is crazy isn’t it? I mean anything can happen. I’m not on the pill or anything.”

“If it goes that far, you’ll have to take responsibility. Just don’t blame it on me.”

We picked up our cards and the game began.

Carmen lost the first hand, then the second and third. Her shirt, jeans, and shoes lay on a pile in front of me.

I antied up my shoes, she her bra. I couldn’t help staring at her breasts, large and round with just the trace of a sag. It had been a long time since I had touched a breast as young and soft as these appeared to be.

I had three kings. I bet my jeans. She tossed in her thong panties. She was naked and drunk, so drunk she had a hard time holding her cards straight. I could see that she had three tens. She was the dealer so I asked for two cards. She also wanted two.

One of my two was a king, so I now had four. She swayed and almost fell into the antie – the pile of clothes. I grabbed her to steady her and accidentally touched her breast. She giggled. I also saw her cards, a full house.

Yet my four tens had her beat. So I bet my shirt, my pants, and my underwear. Now I was naked as well. She bet three of her pieces of paper.

I won.

“Now take your shot,” I said. “That’s four things I won. So you need to take four shots.”

“That will kill me,” she said. “Anyway, it’s one shot per losing hand.”

So she drank the shot and I quickly poured another. She threw that down as well without thinking. I read the first of the three papers I had won – oral sex until the person comes. I read it out loud.

“I get a blow job,” I said.

“No,” she protested. “That’s for a pussy lick.”

I didn’t argue. Her pussy looked delicious.

She came and came and came again. Drunk as she was, her screams reached fever pitch. I couldn’t stop and she didn’t want me to.

Pausing after her third or fourth orgasm, I read the next slip of paper – Fuck me until your baby is mine.

And that’s what I did. Without condom or any other protection, I slid over her, positioning my penis appropriately, I pressed against her opening. Other lovers had been there previously, but the entrance was still tight. The juices overflowed onto the sheet. I slid to the hilt with a squishy sound.

“OOOOOOh” she said. “Fuck me Dan. Give me your baby. I want that baby.”

Grabbing her buttocks with both hands, I pulled her to me and me into her. As I smashed into her, she screamed again. It was as though I couldn’t get far enough inside of her. I kept pulling her butt with as much force as possible, slamming my body toward her, my hardness deep inside her. And each slam brought fresh screams.

I was about to come but didn’t want it to end. So I slowed down, gave myself a bit of a rest, her as well, then started the process again, the build-up, the thrashing around. It might have been vaginal muscles or just the tightness of youth, but even just lying without moving was wonderful, just a bit of motion back and forth before allowing all my senses to flow free, losing sense of reality. When I came it was as though the world had died, as though an atomic bomb had exploded.

“You’re the greatest fuck I’ve ever had,” I whispered to her afterwards.

She smiled. We were off the sheet on the carpet, our juices running out of her onto the shag material. “This has been the wildest evening ever. And it isn’t over.” She ran to the bathroom to clean up, returning moments later.

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It’s been about six months since we found out Crystal was pregnant. My wife my sister and I her brother and her husband. We both want children and we don’t care that we’re brother and sister. Our love keeps us going. She looks unbelievable pregnant. He breasts have gotten so much larger and all she wants to do is fuck. And that’s pretty much all we do. After we found out she was pregnant we moved to a different city and started a new life. She and I both have new jobs and have a wonderful house. We’re getting ready for the baby. We have a room set up for him or her. We hope its twins. But we’ll be happy either way.

We had a few bumps in the road since we’ve moved. She used her strap on dildo on me. I had sex with a man. She slept with a black guy. But luckily we made it through. Some desires don’t die I guess. I suppose that we needed to get these desires out of our systems.

But soon all that changed one sunny afternoon. I came home from work and she wasn’t home. Her car was there but she wasn’t there. I found her cell phone on the nightstand. There were no notes for me anywhere, nothing to indicate where she went. I searched the house to see if she was hiding. But she was nowhere. I checked my e-mail but there was nothing from her. I really began to freak out. Where could she be? What could’ve happened to her? I get restless and drive around town.

I’m still unfamiliar with the area so I only go to places that I’m üsküdar escort familiar with. I start by going to this gay bar that Crystal and I picked up that man who slept with me. I look around and order a coke. She’s not there. I then go to this other nearly all black bar, the one where Crystal found her black lover. I ask for her, but she’s not there. I then hit up the grocery store. She’s nowhere to be found. What could have happened? I then go to this new porn store she and I frequent, she’s not there, I even check the theater. Where the fuck could she be? I then go home.

I have a hard time at home. I take a shot of vodka with a sleeping pill. I fall asleep and I wake up throughout the night. She’s not at home! What can I do? This has gotten even worse. I go to work but get little accomplished. All I do is sit there and think about Crystal. I keep checking my phone and e-mail. She’s nowhere to be found. I can’t take it. This has finally gotten to me! I don’t want to file a missing person’s report, but I’m tempted. I decide against it. I go home that night frazzled. I watch TV but I can’t pay attention to anything. I decide to go to bed around midnight. I get into bed and I hear the front door open. I jump out of bed and run to the front door. I get there in time to see Crystal shutting the door.

“Where have you been,” I ask as she walks in.

“I…I lo…” yenibosna escort she starts, “I lost it, our child,”

“What,” I ask in disbelief, “what happened?”

“I had some pains in my abdomen,” she says, “I knew it was over right then and there. I knew I was going to lose it.”

“I’m so sorry,” I reply while I give her a hug.

“Don’t be,” she says before kissing me, “I knew in the back of my mind that we couldn’t have a child.”

“What,” I ask again.

“I knew we couldn’t,” she starts, “when I had the pains I called a cab and went to the clinic. They said my body was going to reject the child anyways. I didn’t tell them about us. So I had an abortion.”

“So what now,” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she says in a quiet voice.

She walks away after saying that last comment and walks to the bathroom. I follow her. She takes off her clothes and looks over her body. She looks different now. Her breasts are sagging and her body has stretch marks. She looks rough.

“I love you,” I say as I walk up behind her.

“I know,” she says, “look at my body. I look awful, my body looks hideous, and I’m not a M.I.L.F. I can’t believe six months of pregnancy can do this to you!”

“So what now,” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she says as she leaves the bathroom.

I stay in the bathroom to take a leak and pick up her clothes. zeytinburnu escort I carry her clothes into the bedroom. I put them in the dirty clothes hamper. I see her sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Get undressed,” she asks.

I comply and walk over to her. She’s sitting there with her legs crossed; she has on her good shoes. And I look between her legs to see her purple dildo proudly attached to her.

“May I,” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies.

I begin to suck on the dildo. I give it a furious blowjob, unlike any I ever have before. I jerk it off and deepthoat it so hard I nearly gag. It’s been almost six months since we’ve played with the dildo and I definitely needed this. She face fucks me so hard a few times. She stands up and I remain on my knees and she face fucks me some more.

“I’m gonna cum,” I exclaim.

“In my mouth,” she says as she gets on her knees and I stand up. I have an intense orgasm as she gently plays with my faghole.

She directs me to the bed and I lie down. She then gets over me with the cum in her mouth and lets it slide off her tongue into my mouth. I swallow every drop of it. It tastes kind of salty but I needed to taste it again.

“Oh my god,” I say lying on the bed.

“Did you like it,” she asks.

“Yes,” I reply, “I needed that. I want more now!”

“There’ll be plenty more faggot,” she smirks as she takes the strap on dildo off.

“I can’t wait,” I reply.

“Are you ready to be my faggot,” she asks while kissing me.

“Yes ma’am,” I reply.

“Good,” she laughs as she picks up the phone.

“I love you,” I say as I begin to drift off.

“I love you too faggot,” she says as she gently strokes my head, “yes it’s me how have you…”

To be continued in ‘To Get to Her’.

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The sound of spray from the shower on the other side of the bedroom wall awakened him. He lit a cigarette, took two deep drags and extinguished it. Sporting a morning erection, he decided to join his wife in the shower to advantage themselves of what Mother Nature had provided.

Donning a terrycloth robe, somewhat tented in front, he made his way around the corner, only to find her, hair wrapped in a towel, leaving the bathroom. She said, “I’m going to do my yoga; meet you for breakfast in fifteen minutes?”

He flashed a frustrated smile and murmured, “Sure,” then stepped past his wife and entered the shower stall, hanging his robe on the hook outside.

As he lathered and rinsed the several parts of his body, in precisely the same order he’d followed since his very first shower as a young boy, he found his ardor for her growing stronger. In their eight years of marriage, there had been no dampening of the flame of passion between them, and both knew they shared the rare gifts of total commitment and constant physical şişli escort attraction.

He emerged from the shower, dried himself, brushed his teeth and, after having slicked back his short, military-cut hair, shaved unhurriedly. Toweling off, he splashed on a dash of cologne and, his nether friend still rampant and fixated, headed to the den.

Turning the corner, he beheld her standing motionless on her head, naked but for the towel-turban on her hair. He stopped momentarily; then he saw her inverted wink and went over to her and gently prised her legs apart. She remained unmoving; he bent from the waist and placed his mouth over her vulva, the source of so many past and future delights, and parted her with his tongue, noticing the vaguely soapy taste, fragrant with the Palmolive she always used. Sharpening his tongue, he traced the groove between her inner and outer lips, poking it quickly into the vestibule of her vagina, then around between the other pair. She lowered her thighs to taksim escort his shoulders and flexed her knees, placing her arches alongside his head, and gently pulled his face against her.

Encouraged by the sudden pressure, he began to lance his tongue into her rapidly, moving his hands to her round, firm cheeks and kneading them deeply. Gasping, “OhGodthatfeelsgood!” from the thrills he was giving her, she raised herself up with her arms, freeing her head from supporting her weight, and bucked back against his mouth, hard. She wanted him to fuck her badly, but she knew she just HAD to get her first climax from his exquisitely-probing tongue. And there it was! Crying out from the overpowering pleasure she felt between her legs, she shuddered violently as the waves of feeling coursed through her.

The convulsions which wracked her body caused her thighs to slip off his shoulders, and he caught them with his forearms, lowering her knees to the floor, then slid his between hers and entered her, topkapı escort pre-come pouring from him and joining her juices, with which she was sopping wet. Already flagrantly aroused, he grasped her thighs from behind and thrust vigorously into her, not wishing to let her come down at all from her orgasm, but fiercely wanting to join her in another. He clenched his teeth and drove ever harder into his wife, leaning over her and pulling on her shoulder with his chin to force himself even deeper into her. She allowed her chest to fall to the floor, the better to feel the powerful thrusts being put to her, and closed her eyes tightly as her second climax blasted her soul out into interstellar space. Her cervix convulsed repeatedly against the swelling head of his cock and he roared his delight as he squirted his warm come into her; she smiled subconsciously as she felt him ejaculate deep within her. Unable to hold himself upright, he collapsed on top of her and nestled his face in the crook of her neck.

When they were again capable of movement, they uncoupled and sat there on the floor, smiling wearily at each other.

“Let’s both call in sick and go back to bed!” he suggested. She frowned disapprovingly (but not TOO disapprovingly) at him, then crawled over to the table where the telephone was…

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It was a rain by the bucket full winter and concrete tracks for the golf carts were few so the Beaconsfield Golf Club course committee finally banned the use of carts; they were ploughing up the water-sodden course.

Older male members cheerfully stayed in the clubhouse playing cards while the younger males hired carry-bags and swung their clubs on to their backs. They played their round while telling or listening to yarns and doubled up the bets on holes as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

But for women who didn’t like playing cards and especially those appalled at having a chest strap of a carry-bag keeping their floppy tits under tight restraint believed there had to be another way. This led to the local radio station broadcasting a call for caddies.

Mick Armstrong’s mother sent her 19-year-old university freshman to Beaconsfield to caddy for one of those unfortunate women. Mick was loitering around home on temporary suspension for leading a panty raid on one of the female dorms.

Loitering again, this time at the golf club, Mick finally heard his name being called: “Michael Armstrong, report to the Number One tee to caddie for Mrs Carson.”

Mick carried the bag for the moaning old tart who ended the 18 holes deliriously happy that she shot two under her handicap, completing the round with a gross 137. It certainly was a gross round for Mick; he had to watch the big ass cheeks of Mrs Carson quivering as the club came down to smack the ball a feeble fifty yards or less.

But it was worth it; Mrs Carson doubled Mick’s fee, giving him sixty bucks. Thirty bucks doesn’t sound much for four to five hours work which is why not many responded to the appeal for caddies. But at least Mick knew he was out from under his mother’s broom and all he had to do was to tote the bag and hand out the club as instructed. Oh and find and clean the ball. Next day he was called to the first tee to caddie for Mrs Duckworth.

Mick’s eyes stuck out like frog’s hips. The woman with the awful name was a babe – probably a babe with triple star rating. Unfortunately, most of what counted was covered by baggy rainwear.

Mrs Duckworth was charming to her three playing companions who had relatives as caddies while she remained cold and indifferent to Mick. Mick played off a handicap of two so knew what it was about; he attempted to butter up Mrs Duckworth, hoping the flattery would result in a fat tip.

“Lovely smooth swing.”

“Great shoulder turn.”

“Exquisite timing.”

At the fourth, a left-hand dog-leg around a marsh, but at present due to incessant rain it was a lake, Mick saw Mrs Duckworth wink at her fellow golfers. Something was up.

“Michael, you’re mouthing off as if you are a golfer. I’d like to see you tee off here. There’s not much fairway between the lake and the encroaching trees. This is the Number 1 stroke hole for women. Would you like to strut your stuff?”

“No thank you Mrs Duckworth. If the starter learned I was hitting balls he’d ban me from caddying.”

“Oh he won’t find out that you picked up a club and played a shot, will he girls?”

“No Angela,” chorused her fellow players and the other caddies looked expectant.

Angela – the name meant Angel didn’t it? God, what a smile. This babe was diamond class.

“Here, take my driver Michael or do you want to play safe with a five wood?”

“No Mrs Duckworth. If you don’t mind may I pick a club from another bag?”

“Of course not – do any of you girls mind?”

“No,” they chorused, grinning.

Michael went to the bag of the tallest of the women. Her driver was almost regular length for a man and quite stiff.

“I’m a softie, Michael,” Angela said. “Use the ladies’ tee.”

“No, if I do you’ll say I had an advantage when I played the shot.”

“Okay, suit yourself and be arrogant,” Angela said sharply.

Michael ignored that. He stripped off his rainwear and had two or three swings to loosen up.

“What a lovely smooth swing.”

“Catch the ass,” someone whispered.

“And the shoulders,” someone else whispered. “I can’t believe he’s only nineteen.”

Michael set up to play down the fairway and then repositioned to face the pin across the lake.

“The cost of losing that new ball in the lake will come off your fee, Michael.”

“What’s wrong with you Angela – ah, Peter’s been away three weeks, hasn’t he?”

Everyone giggled and Mick thought he heard the bell-tone of Angela’s laugh. He struck the ball beautifully and watched the flight in admiration, knowing it would clear the lake.

“Oh God, he’s going to make the green,” someone called excitedly but the ball plugged in three club lengths short of the green.

Applause broke out.

“That’s 260 yards from the men’s tee Michael,” Angela said arriving at his side. “The air is very heavy at this time of year so even most of the good men golfers don’t take that route in winter. It was a heroic demonstration of your expertise.”

He turned and looked into dark green eyes shinning in admiration. kartal escort “Thank you Angela.”

“Mrs Duckworth to you,” she said, giggling rather than reprimanding him. “You’ve made me excited Michael.”

“Mick to you.”

She giggled and went back to join the group, Mick following. Ana took the club from him and said she always knew it would be a great club in the hands of a good player.

Everyone finished playing two or three shots over their handicaps of sixteen, twenty and two on twenty-two. Mrs Duckworth paid Michael, tripling his free and then said, “Come on girls, each of you pay Michael something for that fantastic shot. Each of the three gave Michael a twenty.

He’d walked a mile and was almost to the bus stop when a twin cab farm utility vehicle drew up alongside him and he heard Angela’s voice say, “Jump in; I’m not having my caddie perish in this god-damn weather.”

He smiled at Angela in near panic: she was taking him to a deserted spot to fuck him. His mind was in a blur. But a couple of minutes later they passed the Old Quarry, the logical place to turn in.

“My bus stop was back there.”

“I’m taking you home where you’ll shower, change into some of my husband’s clothes and have a hot drink and hot pizza.”

“But this is unnecessary – I’ll be fine.”

“Then it’s for my benefit.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll have you all to myself, someone to talk to.”

Oh God, she definitely was going to fuck him, Mick thought, squirming in his seat. What if he wasn’t good enough in technique for her? Presumably she was very experienced.

To Mick’s surprise it was a ranch-house styled home rather than a palatial ‘look at us’ residence. It looked rather drab outside but inside it was colourful and seemed to match his hostess’s personality – very modern with expensive looking furniture and great paintings.

Mick expected Angela to come to the shower and drop to her knees as the girls did when his university foursome stayed in motels for the occasional weekend. He heard the door open and frantically stroked his half-ready cock into full erection.

There was a soft sound of something hitting the bathroom floor. “Your clothes,” she called and he heard the door shut and waited. But the shower door wasn’t pulled open. He looked out; she wasn’t there. Oh yeah – why would she throw in the clothes and then follow them in? He looked at his dick, wondering what to do with it. A cold shower fixed that.

Mick went to the kitchen, surprised her husband’s casual clothes fitted him so well. His mouth fell when he saw she was fully dressed rather than nude under a gown. The quite voluptuous body was certainly triple A rated in his book. He was surprised at her tits – big and still very shapely in the bra, not like the big pancakes of many college girls. Perhaps she spent heaps on bras to ensure she showed great shape.

Mick turned crimson when he realized she was asking why he was looking so intently at her breasts.

“Sorry,” muttered Mick, lowering his eyes.

“It’s okay – young men are entitled to their fantasies.”

Fantasies? Then she didn’t want to try him for length? Mick decided to forget the sex and regard her as a very nice woman who simply wanted company.

They chatted; she turned on some music and asked him if he wanted a beer or a glass of wine. He chose wine and she joined him. Their glasses clinked and he could smell her perfume. Her green eyes were intense and blonde curls snuck on to the sides of her face; she was adorable but too old for him.

“How old are you?” he heard himself ask and tried to hide his embarrassment.

“Just thirty, and that’s the truth. Do you always ask women their age?”

“No.”

“The skill of participating in conversation requires more effort than a single word response,” Angela said, sounding a little irritated.

“Okay. Then how’s this for a shocker? I had thoughts of you wanting you way with me because your husband is away and you’re lonely and feeling sexually neglected. I assumed you’d be thinking if I could bang away a magnificent drive like that then I might bang you magnificently. The trouble is I feel out of my depth and probably would die of embarrassment if it turned out I was incapable of performing well because with sex and in everything else you are probably such an experienced and accomplished woman.”

Angela rested her chin in her palms and stared at Rick, not saying anything for a full twenty seconds. He watched her mouth opened and couldn’t believe what he’d heard. All she said, with feeling, was, “Wow!”

Understandably, Mick was unsure whether to feel exhilarated or to sulk as a failure; more likely something in between.

“I think you better go. I’ll fetch your clothes from the dryer.”

Every person experiences one or more occasion in life when they know they’re in the grip of a defining moment. Although only nineteen, Mick was knowledgeable and mature enough to be aware that it was up to him to walk kaynarca escort away or do or say something impressive in the hope of being asked to stay.

Angela returned with his clothes. So he acted decisively. He stripped off in front of her and put on his own clothes, hotly aware she hadn’t turned away.

“Off you go,” she said. “The rain has stopped. Go to the end of this road and you’ll be able to flag down a cab.”

“I’d like you to reconsider,” he said, losing confidence.

“Reconsider what?”

“Sending me away.”

“Why?”

He recited perfectly: “The skill of participating in conversation requires more effort than a single word response.”

Angela’s eyes flickered but her mouth remained stern. “This cannot be. I have my reputation and my concept of morality to consider.”

“Well do that,” he flared. “And for the rest of your life you’ll regret letting this one get away.”

She failed to meet his eyes. “Go.”

He left, without another word and was twenty yards from the house when she called, “Mick, come back; please!”

Mick hesitated and then thought why not, so retraced his steps. He entered the house again and was handed the phone.

“Call your parents and say you’re not coming home tonight, that you are staying at the home of one of the caddies you befriended today and give them this phone number for emergency use.”

“That’s being deceitful.”

“Having sex with a married woman is deceitful, isn’t it?”

Mick swallowed hard. “Is that the very loud. “I shall always remember that comment and your reply.”

He stood in the hallway, looking nervous. “Do you go to bathroom and then to bed, I give you ten minutes then follow?”

“Not necessarily.”

“What does that mean?”

“It can start here, in the hallway. Like love itself, sex has no prescribed start and end. It just happens when someone wants it to happen, hopefully catching the targeted person in similar mood – and then it will continue at an intensity one or both parties decide and will end for any number of reasons over any period of time. That’s one of the so wonderful about both sex and love – it’s venturing into the unknown, a happening that continues to move forward relentlessly like a river. When sex and love merge to reveal no boundaries – and such a relationship is prolonged – you become aware that you have it all.”

“So?”

He received no lecture this time for the one-word response.

“You want me to lead you, to indicate my preferences?”

“Yes, please do; I shall be delighted.”

Standing facing him, Angela sighed, spreading her legs a little. “Come kiss me. Don’t rush to do it, glide in and run your hands up softly over my hips and up to or almost to my armpits – the higher your hands are the safer I’ll feel, you being new to me. I want to remain relaxed, full of expectation but nothing unexpected happening. The last thing I want is to have my tongue bitten or a dry finger rammed up my ass.”

Mouth dry as half-burnt thin toast, his mind in a whirl at hearing Angela talk like that, Mick moved in quietly and as smoothly as he could, avoiding her front leg which was thrust out and knee bent slightly. He finally figured out why she’d done that as his legs straddled her front leg; it gave her the option of pressing up against that leg if she didn’t want to be fingered.

Cool!

He also found it naturally tilted him slightly to the left so when he went to kiss her their noses were not directly in line so didn’t collide.

Cool!

He guessed this was what experience was all about.

The kiss was sweet – he’d licked his lips before moving in and found hers were moist. Her lips were slightly opened so he opened his, taking care not to rush in and bite her tongue. Instead he wondered when he could grab her tits – they really were beauties. And why were he and Angela standing in the hall – were they going to do it on the cold tiles?

As if reading his mind she said, “Come Mick, let’s sit on the sofa. You appear to be a lovely kisser.”

“When can I get your tits out?”

“Oh Michael. I gave you a compliment about your lovely kisses. Reply in kind please – eloquently.”

“Um…um…My lips simply melted into yours; I’ve never before experienced that.”

“God Michael – well done. I almost sat on my butt in shock, my knees giving out.”

“Really?”

“I did say almost.”

“I see. I’m expected to figure out girl code, am I?”

“Not at all. What a rude comment. What I said was uttered in the straightforward usage of English.”

“Sorry. Usually I don’t have to muck around like this; girls and now women some how get to know I have an unusually long tongue and their message from the outset is they want action, not endearments.”

“An unusually long tongue? Oh dear, Mick. Hold me; I’m about to fall.”

Lesson over.

Angela staggered and was half carried to the sofa. She collapsed on to it but found enough strength to push Mick down. He got kozyatağı escort the message, sank to his knees and waited for instruction. There was none because Angela had her head flopped back, mouth wide open and was moaning.

Ignoring the threat of a reprimand he flicked up Angela’s dress and hooked back her panties with a finger, careful not to scratch her thigh.

Still no instruction, only moans.

Slowly Mick buried into her with her tongue. Before he began a flip-flop with this versatile organ she yelped, squeezed her thighs around his ears and covered his tongue and lips with her dew.

His tongue fluttered in glee in generating such a quick response; she screamed, releasing a much bigger flow.

Neither of them said a word. Mick was astounded at the reaction he was triggering.

With Angela’s very firm but still covered tits under his hands, Mick danced his tongue well into her vagina and squeezed his fingers hard. Angela groaned as if she’d been speared through the throat and for the first time in his sexual life Mick experienced a real gusher; when he finally lifted his head her juices dripped off his chin.

“Oh God, I feel as if I’ve been dynamited,” Angela moaned and promptly fell asleep.

What happens to this, Mick wondered, holding his engorged dick. He looked straight ahead into the slightly gaping orifice.

“Enjoy, Angela,” he grinned as he inserted and push until even the top of his ball bag was partly inside the entrance. He ploughed away and found truth in the old saying, “It was like humping a wet sack.” Not that it mattered because he was so horny.

With a second to go he pulled out and was about to spray the sofa beside them when he realized it wasn’t leather or vinyl, so instead sprayed up the front of fully clothed Angela. Mick then lay beside her and the last thing he remembered was studying the ceiling.

Mick awoke at dawn and stirred. That brought Angela from deep sleep. She yawned and smiled.

“Oh, hello. Did I fall asleep a while back?”

“It’s dawn.”

“Oh, so it is? And you stayed beside me to keep my company. Good boy.”

Mick just smiled, adoringly.

“Oh yuck, did you come on my chin – it’s dried. Oh yuck, it’s all down my front. Good heavens, who else was here – I’m coated?”

“It was just me and just the once. You coming several times made me so horny that I must have pumped inside you not even twenty strokes before I pulled out and exploded all over you. I thought the strain was going to pop my eyeballs.”

“You fucked me without me fucking back?”

“Yes.”

“Oh you poor boy. Just allow me to strip off, have a pee and clean my teeth. Then I’ll be right back to give you the fuck of your life.”

“I think I had that a few hours ago, almost unassisted,” Rick said ruefully.

They heated up with a sixty-nine, worked at Doggy for a while then Rick lay back to allow Angela to face him riding Cowgirl, the sight of those impressive tits gyrating had him send two wads of cum up her channel. She smiled gratefully, perspiration dripping off her chin, neck and tits.

Finally, when Missionary was taking them nowhere Rick attempted something he’d seen several times on adult DVDs. He pulled Angela nearer the edge of the couch, bent his knees and holding her top leg over his forearm entered her and they began pumping. Soon he lifted her leg higher and she began yelping softly at each thrust and both began to sweat. He then lifted her leg much higher and turned his body away from the front of her body until he felt the friction being compounded. Angela was now squealing and he was making deep moans.

Almost exhausted, they both came spectacularly within seconds of each other in a banshee of wails.

“I love these tits,” Mick said, stroking them and rolling the nipples.

“Well, better you love my breasts than me – a married woman,” Angela yawned, only just covering her mouth. “Most women won’t like you calling them tits,” she tutored. “Admittedly, some of those women will lose proprietary when caught up in passion.”

Angela asked Mick if he could go one more time.

“I should think so after a little rest.”

She smiled and said oh to be young. She led him out to the spa pool. “This side extension really is for infirm people to slide into the pool but we heard that it was great for something else and purchased one.”

Angela slid down it part-way.

“See how it has foot stops every so often? This should be about right. Now jump into the pool. Good. Now lean forward and lick. When you have finished that you’ll see you only have to step forward and we’ll be fucking.”

Twenty minutes later when they went off to bed – to sleep – Angela asked Mick to name the three best things about his encounter with her.

“One, your willingness in being so encouraging and acting as a tutor. Two, being surprised at the quantity of cum I can generate. Three, that slide for the spa pool is a great idea; I’ll give my parents one for Christmas.”

Mick asked Angela to name her three best things.

“One, you arriving at my side when I needed someone. Two your tongue. Three your tongue.”

They laughed. She asked Mick how long would he be stood down by his university.

“A month, so there’s three week to go. Re-admission will be automatic provided I submit a formal apology and admit my wrong-doing. I have no problem in doing that.”

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It was just after 1:00 in the morning. Their friends had left. It had been an awkward night. He and Debra had one of their fights that wasn’t a fight and Tori and David hadn’t said more than two words to each other. After they had left, Debra had taken him to bed. It was angry sex. It was good, but he always came away from angry sex with a combination of satisfaction and disgust. She was drunk enough on wine to pass out. She would be hung over in the morning and still angry with him. Luckily, she wasn’t the type of person to fight it out. She would punish him with dirty looks and cold shoulders for about three days and then stick the argument into the vault with all of their past conflicts to be pulled out and used against him when he least expected it.

It was not a good marriage but it was the one he had. They were about to celebrate their twentieth anniversary. It was a little late now to do much about it.

He was smoking the end of the pack of cigarettes Tori and left on the patio table and reading the news on his phone when the notification flashed across the top. Her contact information was so old and unused he had never updated the misspelling. It said the message was from Toni.

“You guys okay?”

“Sure. Just a normal Saturday night. You?”

“Fine. I guess.” She said back.

“I’m smoking your cigarettes.”

“Fucker! I’m out now buying some.”

“Where?”

“The store. Why?”

“Which store?”

“The convenience store.”

“On Park?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you smoking one before you leave?”

“I can.”

“Do that.”

He took his son’s truck so he didn’t have to open the garage. It was less than a mile. He hadn’t even put on shoes. He saw the tall thin brunette standing off to the side beneath a tree. He pulled in and parked the little pickup beside her fancy Japanese sedan.

“What are you doing?” She asked when he got out. He didn’t say a word. He walked to her. Callouses on his feet were enough to insulate him from the rough asphalt. She was küçükçekmece escort in a striped pair of men’s boxers and a tank top that clung to her smallish breasts. He was on her before she could say anything further.

It was a bold, daring, stupid, and unsolicited move. With his hand placed gently on her cheek and his thumb pressed along her jawline he kissed her. She moved her free hand to his arm and gripped him. She extended her other arm and the long wisp of smoke streamed upward through the still night air.

She kissed him back.

She moaned and pressed her hips against him as his hand found her breast.

When finally he released her and stepped back to catch his breath she said nothing. She stood there, her weight mostly on one leg as she thrust her hip out to the side. It was a model’s pose. She took a last drag from the cigarette that had nearly burned out and pressed it out on the ground beneath a rubber flip-flop. She stared at him.

“Sorry.” He said. “I should go.” He stepped backwards and his foot found a single small stone. He turned to walk back to the pick-up.

“Wait,” she said. The look in her eyes was painful with sadness. She scanned about her. It was a dark night. A single yellow bulb cast a cone of light on a back door. The fluorescents inside beamed out the front of the store onto the pumps and a single yellow Honda that had to belong to whatever poor person was keeping watch over the store in the early morning quiet. The side of the store nearest them was lost in blackness with only a white wire cage holding those tanks you get for your backyard grill. “Come,” she said.

Hidden by darkness and the wire cage they kissed and groped like teenagers. It was insanity and the thrill of it intensified the moment. He moved his hands over her ass and back. Hers slipped first beneath his shirt and then, when unable to move inside the waist of his shorts made fast work of his belt and fly until she gripped his küçükyalı escort swollen cock.

In response he slid his fingers to her tits and firmly took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. After years of revealing secrets while drunk at an evening happy hour or while draining wine bottles on one of their patios until late into the night he knew just enough of her weaknesses to be dangerous. She moaned at the sharp sensation and tugged at his cock with equal indelicacy.

He had no ass and his shorts fell to the concrete at their feet. The strength of her grasp tugged uncomfortably at his dick. He didn’t want to release her nipples but her pants had to come off. He was quick about it and they folded together. Her ass was pressed against the corner of the rack when he entered her.

Her long thin legs wrapped about his waist. He gripped her by the small of the back with one hand and the back of her neck with the other.

They kissed as they fucked, the only sound the slapping of his hips at her thighs and their sudden desperate gasps for air.

Her body shook with her orgasm. It never came that quickly and it seldom if ever came simply from penetration and she moaned as the sensation rose up her back in waves.

“Come. Come in me.” she whispered. As punctuation, she bit his ear hard. The vulgarity of her words was all he needed to push him over the edge. He sucked at the night air as his cock pulsed inside of her.

“I have to go,” she said suddenly. Her voice struck out loudly in the still morning. He moved to kiss her again. “Stop!” she insisted. She pushed at his chest and he stumbled backwards naked from the waist down, his dick still dripping the mixture of his and her cum. She had already recovered her small shorts when he had regained his balance and by the time he had his shorts back on she was inside of her car.

He didn’t run for her but he walked briskly. It wasn’t enough. The tires of her powerful car maltepe escort chirped as she darted for home. Inside the store he bought a pack of cigarettes for the first time in five years and a soda. He added a candy bar at the counter. He never ate candy. He didn’t really care for sugar but what the fuck. Back in the darkness he lit one of his smokes and was staring up at the smattering of stars when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

“Sorry. I got scared,” she had sent him.

A second text from his wife admonished him to smoke them before he came home, not to bring them back into the house, and referred to him as an asshole. Accepting that she was right, that he was an asshole, he stuck the phone back into his pocket without replying to either of them.

When it buzzed again he tried not to look but it kept buzzing until he relented.

“Hey.”

“Are you mad?”

“I’m sorry I ran off.”

“Text me.”

“You aren’t dead are you?”

“Look. I need to get inside to bed but I can’t until you tell me you are okay.”

“Damnit. Please! Martin, don’t be a dick.”

“You aren’t a dick. Sorry.”

He had to respond.

“T, I’m fine. I get it. You don’t have to be sorry. Go to bed. We can talk tomorrow.”

“You aren’t mad?” she responded co-dependently.

“Kind of the opposite actually.”

“Yeah? Me too. I forget what the opposite of being mad and cranky and lonely and sad is. It’s been a while.”

“Go to bed,” he told her thinking the very same thing.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

He drove home, hid the cigarettes in the guest bathroom, washed his face and rinsed his mouth out as if he could hide the smell and went to bed. He laid on his stomach thinking rapidly in a vague incoherent way. It only took a few minutes for his wife to get out of the bed. She moved to the couch. If he asked her she would say he snored but he knew better. Often she moved before he had even gone to sleep.

He let his mind drift to his wife’s friend and what had happened and what might happen. The sex, quick and spontaneous had been messy. He couldn’t help but think messy was the right word for it. As he imagined what happened next, talking to her in the morning, arranging to meet for drinks, doing his best to seduce her again he couldn’t help but think that was the word for it. It was messy. He anticipated it only getting messier.

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Lucas has been suffering from insomnia for over a month. It had all started four weeks before, when he watched episode after episode of True Blood on his laptop. Before he knew it, the sun was rising and he had go to work at 8:00. No point in sleeping that night. The next week, a similar thing happened, on three different nights. However, he did get plenty of sleep during the day while he wasn’t working at Taco Bell. The lack of sunshine and social interaction outside of his hellish job, made Lucas depressed. As the next three weeks passed, his depression strengthened his insomnia. Pretty soon, he quit his job and only got four hours of sleep a day, if that, in the early evening. All of Lucas’ free time was spent watching old cartoons online, aimlessly browsing social network sites, and most of all, watching porn.

Hours upon hours were spent on porn. All sorts of porn too, mature porn, amateur porn, lesbian porn, anime porn, pregnant porn, interracial porn, and BDSM porn. He even watched gay porn once, just to see if he liked it. He didn’t. He jacked off so much that he didn’t have any clean socks after awhile, and had to shoot his load into his boxers, or even his sheets. He jacked off so much that his penis was sore, but he kept jacking off anyway. He jacked off so much that he was developing carpel tunnel. Porn was the only way he could truly get his mind off how pathetic his life was. Of course, he when he wasn’t watching porn and jacking off, his habit (it was really becoming an addiction) made him feel even worse. A couple of times, when he felt the need to jack off, but wasn’t quite ready to, he would resort to pigging out on what ever junk food he had lying around. This seemed to work if he ate enough. However there was only so much food in his apartment.

Due to the binges, Lucas ran out of food before too long. After a day of nearly starving to death, Lucas was confronted with a choice: go hungry, until he absolutely had to eat, or suck it up and walk a few blocks to the nearest 7-11. His stomach growled, motivating him to go with the latter. He jumped into the shower after accidentally smelling his dirty hand, and put on some fresh clothes (he had been wearing the same tee shirt and shorts, so he surprisingly had a clean outfit to wear.) He grabbed the flannel that was sitting near his door, and ventured out into the night.

The clock on Lucas’ wall read five minutes until midnight. His apartment was, without a doubt, low income. He mostly relied on his parents to pay rent (he had used his paycheck to buy groceries.) Despite it’s small monthly payment, it was fairly nice. There was air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter. The structure was stable and there were no infestations to speak of. Of course, since Lucas was a disorganized young man, his particular basement studio apartment was filthy. He hadn’t done his dishes, or cleaned his bathroom since long before the funk he was in. Garbage (some of it rotten) littered his floor, along with some unwashed clothes and nameless wires leading towards his entertainment unit. These were not exactly ideal living conditions.

Lucas ascended the stairs to his “front yard”, a space that was seldom used. A nearly full moon was supposed to be out that night, but the sky was overcast and gray. Rows of spruce trees lined Lucas’ deserted street, blocking much of the yellow light made by the street lamps. A thin fog was rolling in from the lake. Lucas noted that his familiar neighborhood had gathered an air of mystery, at least for that night. He felt almost as if he was roaming the streets of some Victorian village in a Gothic romance instead of going to 7-11 on a seemingly unremarkable night.

After walking a block up his street, he turned left onto Main. This section of town was sparse compared to the down town area. The defining feature of the area between Lucas and the 7-11 was a massive car dealership. Also, between him and his destination was a variety of fast food restaurants, including the Taco Bell he had been working at. If Lucas had a car, he would’ve taken advantage of the late-night drive thru. He could of really gone for a few of their cheap burritos. He didn’t have a car however, and would have to settle on some even cheaper gas station grill food. This didn’t bother him though, he was hungry enough that any food would suffice. Along the way, he passed some brazen women hanging outside of the Wendy’s. Lucas was fairly certain they were hookers. They didn’t offer their services to him, most likely because he didn’t look wealthy enough to afford them. Not that he would have taken that offer if he did, all of the ladies looked either older than 30, or strung out on some sort of hard drug, like meth or heroin. Lucas decided he would rather watch porn. Before too long, Lucas was crossing the 7-11’s parking lot. Three cars were parked in front of the store, plus another at the gas pumps.

A cute redhead was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. Lucas gave her istanbul escort a polite nod, and entered the store. A short Hispanic lady was the clerk. She looked tired, but not too unhappy. A burly man with a mullet and a black, racing sweatshirt was purchasing a twenty-four pack of Bud-Lite. Two cops were standing near the exit, chatting and drinking coffee. A balding man entered after Lucas, and started browsing the magazines. Lucas marched straight to the back freezers, and grabbed a liter of Coca Cola. On his way to the check out, he grabbed a Butter Finger and a bag of Doritos.

“Hello.” said the clerk, “How are you doing tonight?”

“Good. How are you?” said Lucas.

“Another night in paradise.” said the clerk as she scanned the items.

Lucas asked, “Could I also get a large hot dog?”

“Sure thing.” said the clerk, “That’ll be $6.27.”

The clerk turned to the grill to grab the hot dog. Lucas reached into his pants pocket to grab his wallet. It wasn’t there. He checked all of his other pockets, all more than once. He had forgot his wallet at home.

“Hey.” he said to the clerk, “I’m sorry, but I forgot my wallet. I’ll go put the food back.”

Someone behind Lucas said, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it covered.

Lucas looked behind him and saw the cute redhead from outside. Before, he hadn’t got a very good look at her, and he wished he had. Every second he could get away with looking at her was precious. Her skin had barely more color than marble, which contrasted perfectly with her illustrious red hair that fell to the small of her back. She wore a sleeveless black blouse, and tight blue jeans that clung to her hour glass figure, After marveling her body for a couple seconds, his gaze was drawn to her eyes. They were of a deep, steely blue color. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Lucas tried to say something, as the woman pulled a wad of cash out of her bra, but he couldn’t. The now grumpy clerk took the money and shoved Lucas’ groceries, including the hot dog into a plastic sack. She thrust it at Lucas, who took it with out realizing it. He was dazed but the sudden appearance of the beautiful, generous girl.

She clutched Lucas’ hand and said, “Now, I want you to come with me.”

Lucas nodded slowly. The girl led him out of the store into the parking lot, towards a black Mercedes Benz. She opened the drivers side door and motioned for Lucas to get in on the other side. Once inside, he came to his senses.

“Thanks for helping me out back there.” Lucas said.

The girl turned to him and smiled, flashing the whitest teeth Lucas had ever seen, “Don’t mention it. What’s your name, hun?”

“It’s Lucas. What’s your’s?”

She said, “Emily Blain. Blain is Scottish in case you were wondering.”

Lucas chuckled, “My last name is Clark. I think it’s English.”

“Yes it is.” said Emily, still grinning.

“So,” said Lucas, “Why am I in your car?”

“What? Do you not want to be here?” asked Emily, pretending to pout.

Lucas said, “No, I want to be here. It’s just a little… strange.”

Emily said, “I don’t know, Lucas. You’re just cute and I wanted to talk to you.”

“Is that why you bought my stuff.” Lucas said.

“Yeah.” she said “And you look pretty hungry. You can eat here. I don’t mind.”

“I haven’t eaten in a day.” said Lucas, before taking a bite from his hot dog.

Emily watched Lucas eat for a moment. He couldn’t believe that such an attractive girl had taken interest in him. Sure, he wasn’t bad looking on a normal day. This wasn’t a normal day though. Lucas hadn’t combed his hair or shaved since he quit his job. As a result, his thick brown hair was sticking out in every direction and a sparse beard covered his face. At least he took a shower before leaving his apartment.

“Mind if I play some music?” Emily asked.

“Not at all.” Lucas said, his mouth full of hot dog and Doritos.

“Any preferences?” she asked, reaching for her I-Pod.

Lucas said, “Well, let’s see what you have.”

He went to wipe his cheesy hands on his jeans, but stopped himself. That would be gross. He couldn’t look at her I-Pod with dirty hands though. He frantically searched car for something he could clean his fingers on. Emily noticed his plight and grabbed one of his hands. She cupped all but one finger into her hand, and with he thumb she held the free one up. Lucas watched his hand move towards Emily’s lush, red lips, and ultimately enter her soft mouth. He felt an uncomfortable bulge grow in his pants, as one by one, the exotic red head cleaned each of his fingers. Was this really happening to him?

“There.” she said when she finished, “Now you can look at my music collection without gumming up my player.”

Lucas grabbed her I-Pod and went to “Artists.” He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was nearly identical to his music library. All of his kadıköy escort favorite bands were there: Echo and the Bunnymen, the Cure, Joy Division, Bauhaus, David Bowie, the Velvet Underground, Iggy Pop, along with many others. He found Joy Division’s Unknown Pleasures, pressed play, and plugged in her I-Pod. Emily started the car so the music would play.

“I fucking love Joy Division!” said Lucas.

“They are my all time favorite band.” Emily said. “Do you want to go for a drive?”

“Sure. Where to?” asked Lucas.

“I don’t know! I’m new here. Where’s a good place to go?” asked Emily.

Lucas said, “We could always go to the park, and maybe go for a walk. That is if you don’t mind doing something illegal.”

“Oh what’s that?” Emily asked, putting the car in gear, and pulling out of the parking lot.

“The parks just close at like 11 at night.” said Lucas.

Emily said, “I only obey the law when it suits me. What about you are you a goody-two-shoes?”

“Hell no.” said Lucas, “I wouldn’t say I’m a bad boy either.”

“Ah. Right in the middle, then?” said Emily, “That’s just how I like them.”

“That’s good to know. Like really. So to get to the park, keep going North on Main. I’ll tell you to turn right a block before you have to.” said Lucas.

“Sounds like a plan.” said Emily.

Lucas then asked, “So you said you’re new here? Where’d you come from originally?”

“Originally? Scotland, but that was a long time ago.” said Emily, “I’ve lived in the United States most of my life.”

“Where about in the United States?” asked Lucas.

Emily said, “Well, I move around a lot. I’ve lived all over the country, but I’m coming here from Las Vegas.”

“What brings you here then?

“I just needed a change of scenery. You know?” said Emily.

Lucas said, “Yeah I do. I’ve lived here all my life, and I could really use a change of scenery.”

“Hey, maybe next time I move you could come with me!” said Emily, “I was thinking about going to Seattle next.”

“You’d really let me come along?” asked Lucas “But we just meant tonight!”

“True. But I plan on staying here for at least a few months. We’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other before then.” explained Emily, “Besides, I think we have a spark. Can’t you feel it?”

“I can actually.” Lucas said, smiling at Emily, “Turn right next street.”

Emily said, “What do you do, Lucas?”

“Well, I used to go to school. Community College, you know? Then I stopped going. I was working at Taco Bell, but I quit that too.” Lucas said.

“Maybe all you need is a little inspiration.” Emily said “What do you want to do with yourself.”

“I’d like to be a famous musician one day, or a writer. Maybe both.” said Lucas.

Emily asked, “What instrument do you play?”

“I used to play guitar in high school.” said Lucas.

“What aren’t you playing now? The first step to become a great musician is to actually play an instrument. A lot.” said Emily.

“I just lost interest, like I do with everything else in my life.” said Lucas.

Emily said, “You should find something that you can’t loose interest in, see how that goes.”

“Like what?” asked Lucas,

“Me.” said Emily.

She slowed down the car, and gave Lucas a quick, but passionate kiss. Lucas didn’t have enough time to respond, and return the kiss. Still, it was the best kiss he had ever had. He had only known Emily for less than an hour, and he already loved her.

“There will be more of that when we get to the park.” said Emily.

A few minutes later, they were walking hand and hand through the lonely park. The fog had vanished, along with most of the clouds. A few stars were visible above them, through the many trees.

A small stream ran along the path, and it’s sound was all that could be heard. Neither of them had spoken since getting out of the car, but neither of them had to. Lucas felt that the moment was too precious to ruin with words. He lead her away from the path, up a small hill, towards a white gazebo. They sat down next to each other on a bench. Lucas turned to Emily, and noticed her gray-blue eyes were filled with tears.

“Emily, what’s wrong?” Lucas asked.

Emily didn’t say anything. Instead she wrapped her arms around Lucas’ shoulders and gave him a kiss. He was surprised to find that her skin was ice cold. This time, Lucas was able to react; he put his hands on her waist, and returned the kiss, exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Lucas could feel Emily’s hair on his arms, and face. It tickled, making the experience all the more magical.

Soon, Emily was slowly moving herself on top of Lucas. The kissing was increasing in it’s passion. Emily was frequently biting Lucas’ lip, and he returned the favor when he could. Emily seemed to really like biting; she sighed deeply whenever he did it. Lucas was kağıthane escort becoming increasingly aware of a painful erection, pressed tightly against his jeans. It only got worse when Emily glided her thigh across it. Lucas winced. Emily off of him and stood up. She undid her pants and pulled them down, revealing a lacy pair of red underwear. Lucas did the same.

When his pants were off, Emily straddled Lucas, and they started making out again. Lucas could feel a slight warmth radiating from between her legs. He couldn’t help but to grind up into her. Emily let out a small gasp as he did this, and broke the kiss. She opened her eyes, and smiled. Then, she matched Lucas’ rhythm.

Lucas moved his hands from Emily’s waist, to her ample breasts. She slapped his hands away, causing Lucas to freak out. He thought he did something wrong. He looked up at Emily, who kept on smiling. He watched as she took off her shirt and bra, setting loose the best pair of breasts Lucas had ever seen. They were perky, and the pink nipples were small and erect. She tilted her head at Lucas’ hand. He didn’t get the gesture immediately, so Emily just grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. They continued to dry hump.

After what seemed like hours of bliss, Emily got up and sat down next to Lucas. She put a slender hand, with black fingernails on his crotch and squeezed. Lucas gasped in surprise. Emily slid her hand into the fly and pulled out his already swollen member. She examined it, and obviously liked what she saw. It wasn’t, long before her hand was moving up and down the shaft. Meanwhile, her other hand danced over her panties. Both her and Lucas were breathing heavily.

“Are you ready, Lucas?” Emily asked, he voice staggered.

“Do we need to use protection?” Lucas asked.

Emily said, “No, I’m infertile.”

“Oh.” said Lucas, “Yeah, I’m ready for this.”

“Is this your first time?” asked Emily.

Lucas said, “No, it’s my second. What about you?”

“No.”

Emily pulled off her panties, while Lucas slipped out of his boxers. She stood up, straddled Lucas and slowly lowered herself onto his erect manhood. She winced, as it plunged deep inside her. She slowly moved herself up, then brought herself down again. Lucas was staring at the action, wide eyed. He had never felt anything like that before. Emily was so tight, and enthusiastic. The first girl Lucas has sex with wasn’t either. After the third time time Emily brought herself off of him, Lucas thrust upward. Pretty soon, they had a steady rhythm going.

The pace quickened slightly, and for the first time, Lucas felt like he was going to orgasm. It took all he had to keep from shooting his load into her. She wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down or stopping, in fact she only kept going faster. She was whimpering each time his penis went insider her, and her breasts were bouncing up and down, bringing him that much closer to coming.

Pretty soon, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He felt his muscles release. At the same time, Emily’s muscles began to contract around him. He figured the hot semen inside her felt good enough to orgasm herself. It was the first time Lucas had ever made a girl come. He felt proud of himself, especially since Emily was so lovely.

Emily bent over Lucas’ face, giving him, a quick, tender kiss, before climbing off of him. She proceeded to collect her clothes and get dressed. Lucas followed her lead.

“I get to bed soon. I suggest you do the same.” said Emily, “It’s going to be a long night tomorrow.”

“Why is that?” asked Lucas.

Emily said, “I’ll be coming to your house just after sunset. I want to get to know you a bit better, if you know what I mean.”

“You don’t know where I live though.” said Lucas.

“I will after I take you home tonight.” said Emily.

Lucas said, “Oh good. It would’ve been a long walk home. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. I want my man to be rested so I can use his body.” said Emily.

After they were dressed, they walked back to Emily’s car. In the car, not much was said. The only sound was Ian Curtis’ baritone voice leading their favorite band. Their hands sat entwined on top of the middle console. This was the greatest night of Lucas’ life, and he had a feeling things would get even better from there. As the car pulled up in front of the apartment building, Lucas couldn’t help but feel sad. Now that he knew her, he didn’t want to spend a second a part from his Emily.

“Can’t you spend the day here?” asked Lucas, desperately.

Emily frowned, “I really can’t. If I could I would. Please believe me.”

“I believe you.” said Lucas, “I’ll just miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, but before you know it, we’ll be together again.”

Lucas said, “It won’t be soon enough, but I’ll live.”

“I know, hun.” said Emily, “But the sun’s coming up, I really have to go.”

She gave Lucas a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, it was so good meeting you.” said Lucas.

“Same to you. Bye.” said Emily.

Lucas watched his love drive down the quiet street. He couldn’t believe the night had actually happened. Even while the car was still in sight, it was all starting to seem like a dream. The next 16 hours would be unbearable for Lucas. Sunset wouldn’t come soon enough.

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—–In my second year of college, I lived on the floor that was co-ed. The dorm was usually split 50/50, with the women on the west half of the complex, and the men on the east. But that year, there were more women than men, so they put about 10 or 12 girls on the men’s side. It took a while to get used to seeing the girls walk by my room only wearing a towel as they went to and from the women’s showers, which were on the other half of the floor.

—–The prettiest of these girls was Sunny. She was, like me, from a small town in the north. Not the same town, but only 50 or 60 miles away from where I grew up. I never really spoke to Sunny, other to say hello in passing. Other guys seemed to vie for her attention constantly. I’d heard she had a boyfriend back at home, and to be honest, I was a little intimidated by how pretty she was, so I just never really said much at all to her. Plus with my classes, 3 work-study jobs, an on-again-off-again girlfriend back at home, and a couple of girlfriends here at school, I was pretty busy.

—–This was before the age of the internet, cell-phones, and social media. Our dorm rooms had no telephones or cable TV. There was a big-screen (projection) TV in the open basement recreation area, and a locked ‘screening lounge’ that students could reserve for watching movies. There were a couple of couches in there, as well as a TV and a VCR.

—–One night, my room-mate was studying for an exam, so I wandered to the basement to watch TV. Sunny was down there watching the nightly news. I asked if I could join her and she nodded so I sat on the opposite side of the couch. We watched the news, and then Saturday Night Live came on. We laughed at the monologue from the host, and then started talking about random stuff. Eventually, we ended up sitting next to each other since we were talking.

She asked me, “How come you never talked to me before?”

“I say ‘Hello.’ when I see you in the hallways.” I told her.

“You’re not in your room very much.” She said. “The only time you ever have your door open is in the morning, when I’m heading to or from the shower. You’re never there in the afternoons or evenings, and it’s rare that you’re here on a weekend.”

“I work 3 work-study jobs, and I’m trying for 16 credits this semester.” I replied. “I used to have a weekend job back home, but I just quit it. It got to be too much, going home every weekend just to work.”

“4 jobs, plus 16 credits!” She exclaimed, “Are you trying to burn yourself out?”

“It was a bit too much.” I said. “So now I’m here over the weekends. I must say, it’s very quiet around here.”

“Most people go home.” She said. “It gets pretty boring. This is the first time I’ve watched SNL with anyone. I usually just watch it by myself and then go to my room and go to bed.”

—–Of course, at that time, 4 other students, 2 boys and 2 girls came down and sat with us. They had beer and popcorn. They were passing the popcorn back and forth over us so I asked Sunny if she would like to move over to the love seat and let the 4 rowdy people sit together. She said to me, “It was nicer before they were here. I wish I had TV in my room so we could go somewhere quieter to watch it. I told her I had a small TV in my room, but my room-mate was studying. Then I remembered I had made a copy of the key to the screening room earlier in the year.

“I have an idea.” I told her. “Come with me.” We went up to the first floor, by the office. The door to the screening room was visible from the front desk, but no one was at the desk so I took out my key and let us in.

“How did you get a key?” Sunny asked.

“I just made a copy at the hardware store.” I replied.

“Smart thinking.” She said, as she went over and turned on the TV. We sat together on the couch and resumed watching SNL. When it ended, the local NBC station went off the air. “Well, now what?” She asked.

There was no cable in the screening room, but occasionally people left VHS movies in there. I looked around, and in the bottom of the end table I found a tape.

“I found a movie.” I told her. “But you probably won’t want to watch it.”

“I’m not tired yet.” She said. “I’ll watch anything, no matter how stupid it is.”

It was called, “The Maddams family” and it was rated XXX. I showed it to her and asked, “Are you sure you want to watch this one?”

“Why not?” She asked. “How bad can it be?”

“Have you ever watched one of these before?” I asked.

“I’ve seen the guys watching them on Thursday nights, down in room 312.” She said. “I never went in, but I’ve caught a few glimpses walking by.”

“It’s haramidere escort probably going to be pretty graphic.” I explained.

“I can handle graphic.” She replied. “It’s late at night. That’s when graphic happens, right?”

“Okay.” I said, and popped in the tape and hit rewind to start from the beginning. Sunny had found a couple of pillows and a small throw-type blanket. I turned off the lights and sat on the couch with her and we shared the blanket.

“Ooohhh, romantic.” She said jokingly.

So we started watching it. It was an X-rated spoof on “The Addams family.” It was pretty typical 80’s porn fare. A lame plot, a dumb story line, horrible acting, cheesy music and graphic close ups. The first scene ended in a ‘doggy style scene with ‘Cortez’ pulling out and cumming on ‘Orticia’s ass.

Sunny asked me, “Did you like that?”

“It was okay.” I replied.

The second scene was a girl on girl scene between Tuesday and ‘Cousin Tit’. We laughed at the name and then she asked, “Do you like watching 2 women together?”

“I’d rather watch just regular couples.” I told her.

“Me, too.” She said. “Let’s fast forward this.”

So we skipped ahead to the next two scenes; the first one showed Tuesday getting some ‘practice’ with ‘Cortez’ and it finished with a blow job and then a hand job with a cumshot all over Tuesday’s boobs.

The other scene showed ‘Cousin Tit’ with ‘Uncle Pester’. That one finished when ‘Uncle Pester’ pulled out and released a nice cumshot onto ‘Cousin Tit’s stomach.

“So why can’t guys do that in real life?” Sunny asked me.

“What do you mean?” I asked in return.

“Everybody I’ve been with always finished inside of me, and it just causes me lots of problems.” She said. “I tried using condoms, but I discovered I was allergic to latex. Then I found out I was allergic to polyurethane and spermicide as well. I get really irritated from them. So I went on the pill. But then I also ended up getting some kind of allergic reaction whenever my boyfriend would squirt it inside me at the end.”

“Why didn’t you just ask him not to do it inside you? Especially if it affects you that way” I asked.

“I did ask him once, but he came inside me anyway. He said he just couldn’t stop. I was actually going to tell him to try doing it again, but we broke up when I left for school this past summer so I didn’t get the chance. He said he wanted to see other people.”

“What a jerk.” I said.

“Yeah,” She replied. “So I haven’t done it in like 8 months.”

“That’s a long time.” I told her. We went back to watching the movie. The final scene showed ‘Crotch’ (instead of ‘Lurch’) with 2 women. At the end, he pulled out and ejaculated on one woman’s back while the other woman watched him do it. Again, Sunny asked me, “Did you like that?”

“I did.” I answered.

“If you were with a girl, and you were having sex,” She said, “And if you both decided that you were going to, you know… pull out at the end? Would you rather do it like ‘Crotch’ or like ‘Uncle Pester’?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“If you pulled out right before you came, would you rather do it on the girl’s back or on her stomach?”

“Oh. On her stomach, I guess.” I said. “I’ve done that already a few times, so I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”

“You’ve done that in real life?” She asked.

“I have, but only on their stomachs.” I replied. “Hey, a guy has to do something when he doesn’t have a condom, and the girl’s not on the pill.”

“And you said you’re good at it?”

“I’d say I got pretty good at it. None of them ended up pregnant.” I replied. “At least not that I know about. Knock on wood.” I knocked on the end table for luck. The credits ended, and we rewound the movie and I got ready to put it back where I found it.

“I wish there was another one of those we could watch.” Sunny said. “I’m kind of wired now.”

“We could watch it again.” I suggested.

“Do you want to?” She asked.

“I’m game if you are.” I replied. So we started watching it again. When the first scene ended, she asked me, “You haven’t done it like that, huh? On the girl’s back?”

“Nope.”

“Do you think you’d ever want to?”

“I’m sure I will someday.” I told her. “If I’m with someone, and we’re in that position when the time comes… Well, when it happens it happens, right?”

We skipped the lesbian scene again and watched the scene where ‘Uncle Pester’ pulled out and unloaded all over the stomach of ‘Cousin Tit’.

“So that’s how you’ve içerenköy escort done it before, eh?” She asked.

“Pretty much.” I replied.

“Did you like doing it like that?”

“I did.”

“Did the girls like it?”

“I think so.” I answered.

“I would think so, too.” She said in return.

“Would you like it?” I asked her teasingly.

“What are you asking me?” She asked.

“Would you like it if I did that with you?”

“Maybe.” She answered with a smile. “Let’s watch that part again.”

So we rewound the tape and watched again as ‘Cousin Tit’ got her belly soaked with cum.

“Did you see how he even got some on her boob?” Sunny asked. “Have you done that before?”

“The first time I pulled out at the end…” I told her, “So much came out of me that it ended up on the poor girl’s stomach, on her boobs, on her neck, in her hair and even on the pillow.”

“Oh my god!” She exclaimed. “I couldn’t imagine that.”

“We had to walk to the bathroom to get her a towel afterwards.” I replied. “When I turned on the light, I could see it was all over her everywhere.”

“So what did she say when you did that?” She asked.

“Well, I apologized for making such a mess on her, but she just told me it was okay. It was better safe than sorry and that she didn’t mind. She said it kind of came with the territory.”

“Came with the territory?” Sunny asked.

“Well, before we started, I told her I didn’t have any condoms. She just told me it would be okay as long as I was careful at the end.”

“Ahh, I see.” She said. Then she asked, “Was she a blonde or a brunette?”

“What does that matter?” I asked.

“I’m just trying to visualize it, that’s all.”

“All right, visualize this.” I told her. “She was a brunette. She was tall, about 5 foot 7 or 8 inches. She had really long straight hair. We were at a beach hotel, during spring break, and I remember she had bikini tan lines. I liked how her tanned skin made it easy to see all of my, well, you know… It was all over her. And it was dripping down from her shoulders and her hair. And down her stomach, too. I pretty much had to use the whole towel to clean her off afterwards.”

“Wow, that was a pretty vivid description.” She said. “I can definitely visualize it.”

I was visualizing it too as I remembered that incredible night.

“And you really didn’t have a problem pulling it out at the end?”

“Nope.” I told her.

“And you didn’t mind doing it like that?” She asked me.

“I really enjoyed it, actually.” I replied.

Sunny grabbed the remote control and rewound the tape back to where Uncle Pester was about to pull out and hit play. As he reached his hand down to pull out, she snuggled closer to me and asked, “Would you like to do that with me tonight?”

“I would love to.” I told her.

“I just really want to feel it shoot out all over me at the end. I think that would be really nice.”

“If we do it here,” I said, “Someone could come in. Someone else might have a key.”

“Let’s just go up to my room then.” She replied. “My room-mate is gone for the weekend.”

“Perfect.” I said. “I’ll just rewind this tape and put it back.”

“We can finish watching it first.” She said. “It’ll keep us turned on. Then, when it’s over, I’ll head up to my room while you rewind it and put it away. My room’s a little messy. I did laundry today and there’s clothes everywhere. I’ll have everything put away by the time you get up there, okay?”

—–So we watched it until the end again. Sunny went up to her room as I cleaned up the screening room and put everything away. I took my time, so she would have time to get things ready upstairs, but it was only about 5 minutes later that I went back up to the 3rd floor and down to Sunny’s room. The door was partially open and I tapped lightly as I let myself in. I closed the door, went in and sat on the bed next to her. “So how do you want to do this?” I asked.

“Well, let’s get undressed.” She said. She started by taking off my shirt. I then took off hers. Then she took off her bra. Her breasts were beautiful. They had to be at least a 34c. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down, and Sunny did the same. “I guess this is the moment of truth, huh?” She said as she slid her panties off.

I took off my underwear and she got her first look at my cock. “Ooh, that’s nice.” She said. “I’ve been kind of thinking about what it would look like. Remember when I said I was ‘visualizing’ before? I wasn’t just talking about that innovia escort girl you were with on spring break. I was also visualizing this.”

“To be honest,” I replied, “I was thinking about you as well.”

“I liked watching that movie with you.” She said. “It definitely got me thinking about sex. And what it would be like with you.” Then she reached her hand down and grabbed a hold of my shaft. “Yours is just as big as those guys in the movies.” She said. “Maybe even a little bigger than some of them.”

I looked over at her body and told her, “You’re really beautiful Sunny. I think you’re way prettier than any of those women in that movie. They wore too much makeup.”

“I’m too pale.” She said. “I don’t get much sun. You said you liked that girl with the tan lines, but I don’t have those.”

“Trust me, you’re beautiful.” I said, stroking her leg. “Your skin is really soft.” I continued stroking her legs, then worked my way up between them. Her pubic hair was really soft, too. I inserted a finger between her legs. She was very warm and already wet. My cock was dripping quite a bit of pre-cum so I asked her if she was ready.

“I am.” She replied. Then she asked, “Can we leave the lights on?”

“Of course.” I answered. “I like to watch, too.”

She spread her legs as I climbed on top of her. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it up and down against her labia.

“Mmmmmm.” She moaned. “That feels really nice. You’re making me tingle.”

I did it for a while, and when we were both really slippery, I slowly inserted myself inside her.

—–“Oh God! This is wonderful!” She exclaimed as I went deeper.

“So you said it’s been 8 months since you’ve felt anything like this?” I asked her as I started thrusting in and out of her.

“8 months too long.” She said, looking down and watching my cock slide in and out of her.

“It’s been a few months for me, too.” I replied. “So I can’t promise you I’ll be able to last very long.”

“Don’t worry about how long you can last. Just let me know when you’re going to pull out. It looks so hot watching you disappear inside me and then slide back out. I can’t wait to see it when you pull it out and cum all over me.”

I only lasted about 4 or 5 more minutes. When I felt myself getting ready to explode I said, “Okay, Sunny. Here it comes.” I saw her look closer as I reached my hand down, withdrew my cock from inside her into my hand, aimed it towards her stomach and just started letting go. It really had been a long time for me and I must have spewed 6 or 7 big spurts all over her.

—–When I was finished, Sunny looked up at me and said between breaths, “That was amazing… Wow, it’s so warm… That was really incredible… And wonderful… Thank you so much.”

“No need to thank me.” I said, squeezing the last drops of semen from my shaft onto her stomach. “You were pretty fantastic yourself.”

I found a box of Kleenex on her desk and proceeded to clean off her stomach before it started dripping down her sides. When I was done, she said, “You must have been right about it being a while. That was a lot of cum. More than those guys in that movie, that’s for sure. I like how you cleaned me up afterwards. That was very respectful of you. I couldn’t imagine my ex-boyfriend doing that. He would have just rolled over and left me like that.”

“I like cleaning up afterwards. “I told her. “It’s part of the whole process. If you don’t use a condom, which I don’t particularly like anyway, then sex is going to get pretty messy at the end when the semen starts shooting out.”

“I liked that part a lot.” She said.

“I did, too.” I told her. “But it makes a mess. Especially if it’s been a while, like tonight. And when I make a mess, I clean it up.”

“I’m just saying,” Sunny said, “Not everybody would.”

“I couldn’t imagine not helping to clean up afterwards.” I said. “I find it really sexy.”

“It is sexy.” She replied. “I was going to say that, but I thought it would come out sounding corny.”

We lied down on the bed next to each other and rested for a few minutes. It was already getting light outside. By some unspoken agreement, we both got up and started getting dressed at the same time.

“I really liked tonight.” She said, “It felt really really good, but we probably shouldn’t have done it. You know this can’t go any farther. I’ve got too much going on in my life to start any kind of relationship right now.”

“I understand.” I replied. I was pretty busy as well. “I’m not going to forget you, though. Tonight really was amazing.”

“Yep, I’d say amazing pretty much describes it.” She said.

—–We still smiled at each other when we passed in the halls, and one time she stopped by my room to say hello, but that one night together was all we had. I’m glad we did it, though. It was a wonderful experience for both of us. As I look back on my college days, I sometimes wonder what became of Sunny.

—–The End.

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The air was cold, but it felt invigorating after spending twelve thankless hours in a stuffy office cubicle, a rainy mist hitting my face as I exited the revolving doors to the main street. The city was lit up, as it had been dark for several hours. I had been asked to stay late to organize several accounts that a former co-worker intentionally sabotaged just before he was fired for incompetence.

Pissed off, tired and hungry by ten o’clock when I finally started for home, I decided I needed a glass of wine to relax. A massage and a valium were what I really needed, but it was too late to get the former, and I had none of the latter. I remembered there was nothing to eat at my condo anyway, so I figured that I might as well grab something while I was out.

I pulled into a restaurant with a bar, a place I was unfamiliar with, but only a half mile from where I work in the city center. After I was inside I figured at least I would order a salad, as it was an upscale place and quite busy in a good way, and I only managed to get the last open seat at the end of a long, curved bar.

The bartender brought me a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, cocking her head when she looked at me with her eyes narrowed, as if either she knew me or I looked like an old friend from high school. She didn’t smile, nor did she strike up a conversation, but her look wasn’t exactly unfriendly either, even though she said nothing despite her repeated appraisal of me. I would look up and notice her watching me. But as I drank more I thought less and less of it, and anyway, I’d been checked out by lesbians before, and though she didn’t seem to fit that profile, I had no idea of why else she would have been so overtly looking me over.

She was rather striking to look at and built quite differently than I, tall, leggy and thin with small boobs and a pert little butt that no doubt looked great in tight, skinny jeans. She had high cheek bones, blue eyes, dirty blond hair cut into a short wedge, and several piercings that followed the curve of her ear. She wore a pressed white blouse, a black bow tie and a black pleated skirt that was so short it played panty peek-a-boo with the customers. Every time she stretched for one of the top-shelf liquors her white panties became visible as they caressed her cheeks. And it appeared that all of the waitresses had to wear these uniforms, as well as strappy black heels that arched their lower backs and exaggerated the sway to their butts when they walked.

After my second glass of wine I wondered what a bartender was paid as I started dwelling on my job, and how as the new kid on the block I was always stuck doing the work no one else wanted. And as the newest CPA at the agency, I was also the least paid CPA on the block as well. I found myself wondering why I had become a CPA. After three glasses of wine it dawned on me that I was getting quite buzzed and needed some food.

As I perused the menu the seat next to me opened up and a guy quickly took it. He chatted quietly with the bartender while I mostly ignored him and considered the salad choices, the wine on my empty stomach now having gone straight to my head. I was vaguely aware that he ordered a drink but was unaware that he ordered a refill for me until he slid it in front of me.

I half-heartedly protested and offered to repay him, but he very familiarly insisted that I have the drink, and soon, partly from the booze and partly out of boredom, I found myself chatting with him, the alcohol writing most of my dialogue and my food temporarily forgotten.

He was, I guess, about forty-five and wore a wedding ring; he said his name was Rob; he was charming in an unpretentious way and proceeded to tell me that on Thursdays he frequently chatted with Diane, who usually sat in my seat. Did I know her, he asked, with a tone that seemed to say ‘of course you know her’. She sometimes dresses much like me he said, and since I was wearing a conservative dark blue blazer and matching skirt with a white blouse, I could only assume that she too was a wage slave.

No, I replied, I didn’t think I knew her, and he smiled as he nodded his head and took a drink of what appeared to be scotch. He paused and then proceeded to ask if I was working, seemingly not sure whether to look into my eyes or to check me out as he inquired, his eyes sliding from my eyes to my lips and then boldly to my cleavage and back again to my eyes. And me, buzzed and getting sillier, said that I had been working, and I further suggested, tongue-in-cheek, that the girl who usually sat here probably was still at her desk, “being taken advantage of too.”

“Well, Diane is a sociology professor” he said, “but I guess you can always use some extra money if you have the looks and the,” here he paused to think, “I guess itch is the right word, at least for some” he continued, “I know it is for her.”

“Yep” I said, naively oblivious of his curious choice of words and of what he was implying as I accepted still another drink, now staring gebze escort drunkenly into his eyes, brown eyes that fitted his tanned face, and dark brown hair with gray wisps beginning to form at his temples, his mouth centered over a handsomely dimpled chin. An unexpected shiver washed over me, and I took a deep breath and squeezed my thighs tightly together and released them, catching myself applying pressure to the tingle that had awakened unexpectedly. I realized that I probably was too drunk to drive and for that matter too drunk to be making decisions of the heart, or the libido as the case may be, several glasses of wine overwhelming my diminutive frame and beginning to do my thinking for me.

And as to my diminutive frame: I have wavy brown hair with auburn highlights, olive skin and green eyes with a slightly Asian or Mediterranean look to them that I share with my father. Though I would kill to be five-ten just to be able to reach the middle shelves of my kitchen cupboards, I’m five-five and mostly have small features, save for my chest, which I think is far too large for my torso. No petite woman should have to tote around boobs the size of grapefruit, and the first thing I do when I get home is remove my bra to ‘let the guys breathe’ as a friend puts it. But there they are, so sensitive to the least stimulation that my nipples crinkle and stiffen if I even think of sex. And though I always threaten to have a breast reduction, over the years every guy I ever have been with has vehemently argued against such a course of action. “Most women would kill for your boobs” they argue. “Don’t do something you’ll regret later. A hard little butt and big firm boobs, get real Kris.”

But to get back to the bar, by now Rob’s hand was touching my arm familiarly as we chatted, and to be fair, my elbow was resting against his as well: “I don’t want to keep you up too late” he finally said, “let me pay up and get on with things.”

I blindly agreed, knowing I needed to get home and eat something, thinking of casting caution to the wind for my admittedly short drive. I just let him pay the bill as I hadn’t the wits to argue with him, and I left the bar nearly hanging on his arm, not really sober enough to walk confidently, let alone drive. Though it was rare for me to go home with a perfect stranger, what girl hasn’t had one impulsive hook-up in her life? But that wasn’t part of my plan then.

“Diane never drinks this much” he said, again curiously mentioning his friend as we walked. “But I guess that’s all a matter of what you’re used to” he continued, describing a friend who practiced law with a hip flask of scotch nearby at all times. I listened and tried not to fall in my heels, not noticing that we were not heading for my car.

We soon reached a large BMW sedan, expensive and sand colored. Rob gently but firmly twirled me around so that my ass was pressed against the wet passenger side door. He proceeded to look me over as the mist, now heavy, continued to tighten the ringlets of my hair and the world continued to spin for a bit. He undid my blazer, pushed the cloth aside and plunged inside as he uttered a low growl of appreciation when he explored my chest. He massaged one of my boobs, his thumb zeroing in on my nipple, rubbing it until it not only became hard but until my body began to shudder in response to each teasing pass of his thumb.

My head lolled backward and my eyes closed at the pleasurable sensation, and I let him proceed without a second thought as he kissed my neck from just below my throat up to my ear where he whispered huskily before he took my lobe between his teeth, trying somewhat unsuccessfully to affect the speech of a Shakespearean actor: “For the divine services of her lovely mouth Diane assessed a $300 fee. Would you grace me with your company for similar compensation?”

His words came at me from far away, arriving through a long, dark, drunken tunnel, as in a flash I understood the disparate and previously unconnected phrases of our conversation this evening. The world was spinning when again my eyes popped open as his hand found its way to my other breast. And despite my extreme confusion and surprise, not only did I not try to elude his grasp, but I leaned into his hand as he squeezed my breast still more firmly, his hands soon freely roaming my chest and armpits and my stomach down to my navel as my knees weakened and spread apart from his attention.

Though the shock of his words mostly yanked me out of my drunken stupor–for physiological reasons I’ll never quite understand my mind immediately snapped to attention–my body hungrily melted into his, pressed between his warm, grinding pelvis and the cold, wet, unresisting metal of his car. I was unexpectedly aroused, less by his lust than by a previously un-thought-out, hassle-free simplicity of where I found myself. This was something new and oddly guilt-free, and I found my body acting as my mind simply followed where it göztepe escort lead.

Here were no games, no playing hide and seek, no questioning ‘will he respect me in the morning’, no second thoughts about ‘what this will mean’, no wondering whether we would go to ‘his place or mine’, no pondering whether this was ‘a serious commitment or a quick hook-up’. Our predefined roles simplified everything: he seemed irresistibly attracted to me as he was assured that I would satisfy him, and he was willing to pay for my time and my body.

But just as importantly, what I did not expect was that I found myself eager for it, not just for him, but for the moment. I was being asked to act out a stranger’s fantasy and found myself freed from any moral or sexual hang-up I might have. A naughty fantasy many women entertained in the warm safety of their beds, lights dimmed and curtains pulled with vibrator humming in hand as they cried out alone in the night, this was about to happen for real.

Snapping back to the present I became aware of his erection insistently pushing against my abdomen, one of his muscular thighs taut between mine as he rubbed against my mound. It had been months, literally, since I had gotten laid. And with that friend of a friend I faked my orgasm as he did not excite me in the least. The promise of some contact with someone, anyone, now especially when five glasses of wine had taken control had undermined all of my defenses.

I pondered what he wanted of me, if my ‘lovely mouth’ meant what I was pretty sure it meant. This wouldn’t be the first time I had had sex with a stranger on an impulse, only now I was going to get paid for it. But what here I found so deliciously slutty was the thought of sucking a stranger’s cock, something I never had done. The thought of it soon had my panties wedged between my wet inner lips and adhering to the moisture. That mouth he wanted answered like a self-assured but subservient slut: “I am so ready for that.”

Rob reached into his pocket and, after fumbling for a bit, pressed the button that unlocked the doors. He politely held mine for me as I entered and then closed it, the smell of expensive leather my first impression. He quickly got in as well, locked the doors and proceeded to drive in practiced fashion to a parking garage only one city block away, his breathing deep and rapid as he repeatedly looked over at me. Swiping his card as he entered, he drove in practiced fashion to a secluded but not entirely dark parking space between two huge utility trucks.

The silence was deafening as he looked at me in what little illumination came from the garage lighting, turning on an overhead map light and dimming it just slightly so that he could see me clearly. Excitedly reeling, as if I thought that this was what I should be doing, I removed my blazer, folded it inside-out and lay it over the seat, paused to look at him and smiled my best ‘come hither’ smile before I slowly hiked up my dress and painstakingly removed my heels, taking time to give him a long look at my legs.

“You smell sexy as hell” he said, and then offered in a halting voice “and your, your tits feel good enough to eat even under that top.”

“Is that what you want to do Sweetie? Eat my tits?” I smiled serenely as I took both in hand and pushed them together despite that still they were covered by a bra and a blouse. He took a deep breath and swallowed, watching as I surveyed my chest and massaged my boobs, lapping my tongue in a serpentine curl.

I little by little unbuttoned my blouse to my navel. On a whim, I asked him, “does Diane strip for you, Sweetie? Or are you in a hurry usually?”

He chuckled, “you’re both such naturals. That sexy gene. I wish I could bottle and sell it. Hell, I’d give my wife. . .” he started to say before he caught himself.

“No,” he continued, “Diane just gets down to business. But you’ve got, I mean, you’re so fucking hot you’re worth every penny. Uh, four hundred” he blurted out, fishing for a number since I really couldn’t help him here.

I have to admit, though guys can’t wait to get their hands on my boobs, never before was a first date—the only thing I had to compare this to—so up front and honest about what he wanted. I decided to play the role to the hilt and just go for it, feeling as if my inner whore finally had awakened.

“Maybe we can do things differently, Sweetie. Why don’t we can crawl into the back seat. I’ll strip to my wet little panties for 500” I said, as if that was a god-awfully good deal. But I could see that he was about ready to burst, and that if I wanted, I could finish him in two minutes, most of that unzipping his fly and fishing out his cock that was obviously primed to erupt. “I can feel how wet they are just from thinking of licking that big stick of yours” I rolled my hips with my hand on my crotch, “My cunt’s so slippery I can’t wait.”

“D..D..Done” he stuttered like a breathless auctioneer, halkalı escort a proper business deal finally having been transacted. He reached for his wallet and shakily pulled out five one-hundred dollar bills.

“Thank you Sweetie” I said as I took the money, pretended to massage my crotch with the bills and then stuffed them into my blazer.

“Oh god” he said as he watched me touching myself, his eyes glued to the darkness between my thighs, “you’re so welcome. You’re welcome. I just realized I don’t know your name” he said.

Without missing a beat I said “Melody.” Where that name came from I don’t know (as my real name is Kristine Bellona). Maybe my inner whore had a name even I was previously unaware of.

He smiled and said, “oh my” as his hand tentatively made its way to my knee and slid up my inner thigh.

“Seems like you already have that down” I said as I playfully snapped my knees together on his hand. “Let’s get into the back seat.”

“Ok” he said, “but strip first” he said playfully, “I want to see that sexy ass crawl over my seats.”

I smiled wide and reaching under my skirt rolled down my nylons. After I removed them I draped them over his shoulder. Still staring at the darkness in the space between my legs, he took the nylons in hand and, finding the crotch, pressed them against his nose, inhaling deeply and growling.

“Well. How’s Melody’s kitty” I asked, choking on the last word from my dry mouth. “Do you have something to drink, Sweetie” I asked, “I’m really need something to drink.”

He reached into his glove box and retrieved a silver flask for me.

“You’re not the guy who quenches his thirst on the job” I asked as I unscrewed the top, preparing myself for something wet but not particularly quenching.

He just smiled and raised his eyebrows as I tilted the flask and scotch ran down the back of my throat. It burned the whole way to my stomach as I choked slightly from it, replaced the lid and stretching across the front seat, rested it against his crotch.

Sensing that the time was growing later, I glanced behind the car and saw only darkness. I removed my blouse, then reached behind me and unfastened my bra, my boobs spilling out, my nipples dark pink and crinkled little punctuation marks upturned on my white flesh.

He whistled as he stared wide-eyed at my chest. “Oh my god. You are some hot babe” he said as he reached over and caressed his merchandise by lifting each one and feeling all around them like he was reading in Braille, “how big, I mean what size. .?”

I laughed, pausing to remember what it was called when a guy came on your neck: “big enough to wrap you up for a nice pearl necklace.”

I reached over and pulled him across the front seat by his tie. One boob at a time, he took my stiff nipples into his mouth and rolled them between his lips and tongue with a surprisingly gentle touch. He rested his face on each, his five o’clock shadow rough to my soft skin. Finally, smiling to myself, I positioned his face in between and held him there as I heard him let out a low moan of approval. “C’mon, Sweetie” I said, “I’ll bet you have a problem that needs attended to right about now. Slide the front seat forward so we have more room back there.”

He reluctantly sat up and slid back across the seat, adjusting his cock in his pants before he finally sat back to watch me undress. I undid my skirt to reveal one of the dark thongs I wear under nylons and then climbed over the seats. He stopped me and held me there, one hand on my hip and the other exploring my backside, his fingers sliding up and down the string laying in the crack of my ass and curling underneath to my pussy. To my surprise, his fingers slipped inside the material and grazed the wet gap between my lips, slightly penetrating me as I involuntarily spread for him and sighed at his touch.

He growled as he released me and allowed me to climb into the back seat. Soon he followed and lie back against the door opposite me, his hand squeezing the outline of his cock through his pants.

I dropped one knee to the floor, the other still uncomfortably resting on the seat as I felt the cold air on my pussy now that I was spread open so far in the clumsy position. I unzipped him, and reaching through his fly unsnapped his boxer shorts and pulled out his dick, not too long but respectably thick. I was happy when I realized I could take it all into my mouth. It was warm and smelled of his cologne. The head was quite swollen and wet with leaked precum. I bent forward to take the tip into my mouth, swishing my tongue around and lapping at the viscous fluid as he let out a loud moan.

I repositioned my other knee onto the floor and knelt between his legs as I began to stroke him, one hand on his shaft and the other playing with his balls through the material of his pants. His balls felt large when I finally slipped my free hand into the gap of his fly and caressed them.

He moaned as I stroked and painstakingly tried to work up a mouthful of spit in my dry mouth. When I finally did I glided down the length of his shaft, sliding all of him into my throat, his engorged head not long enough to reach the very back of my throat. Each of his hands was frantically squeezing a boob, his thumbs flicking my nipples and arousing me, my pussy drenched and getting wetter.

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The drive had taken her two and a half hours. She corrected herself as she looked at the clock on her car radio. Two hours, twenty-seven minutes and some-odd seconds to get here, she thought. She sat, trying to decide if she’d knock on the door or turn around and drive back the way she’d come. Rain sluiced in little rivers down the windshield. She turned the wipers off and let the water rush down the cool glass until the world outside disappeared. Humming along with the radio, she grasped the key in her hand and finally, with a twist of her wrist, turned the car off. The radio played on. It would, she knew, until she opened her door, that final step she’d yet to take.

With a sigh she relaxed against the seat. She couldn’t explain why butterflies crowded her stomach. They’d been talking for months. Months of laughing and joking on the phone. Months of seductive sighs and soft moans. But now…Now that she was here, now that he was finally here, she wasn’t sure what to think. Wasn’t entirely sure what he’d think of her. Oh, he’d seen pictures of her; several, as a matter of fact. But somewhere along the way, it had become more than a flirtation. Because now, she thought shakily, now…Her heart was at stake.

She ran a hand over her chest. Her heart was galloping madly. Not surprising, she thought wryly, considering that all she’d thought about on the drive was how good it would feel to finally have his hands and his mouth on her. It was hard not to, after everything he’d said to her.

Baby, you’ve never had my hands on you. Or my mouth. I’m going to do things to you no one’s ever done before. Can’t you imagine how good my tongue’s going to feel running from your ass all the way up to your clit? Can’t you feel my fingers pinching your nipples while I eat your pussy? Or maybe you can feel my fingers sliding deep so you have something to ride while I lick you until you cum.

She moaned softly, remembering.

Rub that pussy for me, baby. I want to hear you cum.

She’d done what he’d told her. She’d wished that her hands were his, especially when she’d slid two fingers deep in her pussy. She’d climaxed violently around them, moaning his name. All the while, she could hear his voice telling her every little thing that he was going to do to her. And finally, finally…She’d heard him growl as he came. And she’d been just as wet then as she was now. But she wanted to do more than hear him from thousands of miles away. She wanted to feel him moving in her; hear him tell her how good fucking her felt. She wanted to cum on his tongue, then his fingers, and finally, with his cock buried in her. Today she would, she decided.

She threw open the car door violently, as if daring fate to intervene. She grabbed her keys and threw them in her purse, making a mad dash for the door. Number twelve, he’d said. She stared at the door, then hesitantly raised a hand and knocked on it firmly. She heard his footsteps from within, and, seconds later, the door opened.

Her first thought was that he hadn’t lied. He had gorgeous eyes. Bedroom eyes, he’d said. She wasn’t sure who had told him that, but they’d hit the nail on the head. And those same eyes were smoldering as he looked her over. She stood still, mesmerized by his gaze. He took one of her hands and dragged her into the room and up against his chest. He hadn’t lied about that either. Broad-shouldered and deep-chested, he was the sort of man who made women etiler escort like her weak at the knees.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the embrace. She felt his face burrow in the side of her neck and she laughed, remembering his vow to smell her perfume. She unclasped her hands from behind his neck and took a step back, looking him over as he had her. Her gaze slid from his toes to his eyes, drinking in every little detail. He was everything she’d imagined and more. “It’s good to finally meet you,” she said, smiling at him.

He grinned back at her, his dimples flashing in his cheeks. “You’re every bit as beautiful as I told you you were,” he said softly, his voice gravelly and low. Sexy, just like the rest of him. He was every bit as smooth as he had been on the phone, too, although there was a sincerity about him that was more uncommon than not.

She blushed, something she would have sworn she was incapable of doing. “Thank you,” she said, crossing her arms self-consciously beneath her breasts. His gaze flew to the plump mounds showing above the neckline of her dress and she flushed a deeper pink. She made herself relax. It was stupid to be nervous around him, she scolded herself. She’d been talking to him for the last five months, for God’s sake. But five months of talking hadn’t prepared her for him. Neither had spending two hours getting ready this morning, or wearing her sexiest underwear beneath the dress, because, despite all of those measures, she still felt slightly insecure.

She shook herself mentally. She was a pretty girl. No, not a girl, she corrected herself. She was woman. All woman. He’d said he liked curves, which was just as well, because she had plenty of them. She was far from a stick figure. She was a self-proclaimed Amazon: Tall, curvy, and (in her mind) a bit on the chubby side. But she was also extremely attractive. This she knew. And she also knew how to play up her best assets. She had an exotic flair about her that screamed sex appeal, or so she’d been told. Her legs were long and well-shaped, and her chest was…Impressive. Knowing this, she threw her shoulders back and sat on the edge of the bed, setting her purse on the ground as she crossed one leg over the other.

He sat down beside her, sliding his arm around her. She leaned against him, placing one hand on his chest. They sat like that for awhile, not saying a word. She breathed him in, recognizing the smell of Old Spice. She grinned, surprised that he’d remembered. She rested her head in the crook of his neck. He stilled, his breath freezing in his chest. She opened her mouth against his skin, sliding her lips upward along his neck and then nibbled on his ear lobe, because she had a memory as functional as his. His breath whooshed from his chest and she found herself flat on her back with him leaning over her. “Careful, baby. You know what that does to me,” he warned her.

She slid her hands up his chest as his mouth settled on the side of her neck. He sucked on it gently and she gasped, goosebumps rushing over her flesh. She felt her nipples harden and her pussy dampen at the feel of his lips against her skin. “The same thing that that does to me,” she said sassily. Her legs moved restlessly against the comforter as his hands moved over her, exploring her body. Her heels fell to the floor as she wrapped her legs around his back. He growled eve gelen escort low in his throat and she felt a rush of feminine satisfaction. His erection slid into the vee of her thighs and she arched her hips, her pussy rubbing against him. He slid his hands under her dress, grabbing her ass and pulling her harder against his cock. He worked the dress over her head and threw it to the floor. He pulled back and looked at her, just looked at her, until she reached for him. He grabbed her wrists in one hand and held them above her head as he worked her panties off with the other. She whimpered as his knuckles brushed against her mound.

Finally she lay naked under him. He stood and stripped with an economy of motion that was somehow more seductive than a slow striptease. He slid down her body, taking one nipple into his mouth, then the other. He suckled them both until they were cherry red. She groaned in frustration, wanting to feel him deep inside her. “I need you in me,” she whispered, looking down at him. His eyes darkened with lust, but he shook his head. “Why?” she asked.

“I haven’t even started on you yet,” he told her roughly. With that, he moved between her thighs, forcing them open with his hands. Seconds later, his head was buried between her legs and he was looking at her intimately. Her fingers slid down to run through his hair. His tongue flickered like fire across her clit and her hips arched of their own accord. “Fuck,” she whispered. He groaned into her pussy, sliding his flat tongue from her clit down to her ass over and over again until she was dripping wet. His fingers slid deep into her and she rode them fiercely, clinging to the edge of sanity. Then his tongue slid down to her ass and forced its way in and she fell off the precipice, her hands clenching in his hair as her hips thrust wildly against his fingers.

He loomed over her. “Now,” she said, “I need you in me now.” She slid her hands into his, intertwining their fingers. He brushed a kiss over her lips. She deepened it, drawing his lower lip into her mouth and sucking on it gently. Her tongue slid against his and he growled low in his throat. His mouth slid over her neck again and she moaned softly. She never should have told him about that spot. He was driving her crazy. She leaned up and bit his ear lobe gently. Two could play that game. His hips thrust against her, his cock wedging in the wet slit of her pussy. “Yes…..” she gasped as the head slid against her clit. She arched her hips, trying to impale herself on his hardness.

“Not yet, baby,” he told her hoarsely. She groaned, more sexually frustrated than she’d ever been. He slid down her body once more and her thighs fell open. “You taste so fucking good,” he said, burying his head between her legs once again, his tongue flickering over her clit and then driving into her pussy. His fingers teased her pussy, sliding in then out, spreading her wetness down to her ass. His finger, wet with her pussy juice, swirled around the tight pucker before sliding oh-so-slowly in. The forbidden pressure was incredibly arousing. She could feel the fingers in her pussy rubbing against the one buried in her ass. Heat spread throughout her body, her nipples peaking hard. His tongue drove her to the edge again and over, teasing her clit until she felt as if she were splintering into a million pieces.

He looked up at fatih escort her and grinned, running a hand over her trembling thigh. “I think you need a cool-down,” he said with a smile. He stood, walked to the ice bucket, and came back with two ice cubes. He took one in each hand and ran them over her. She shivered and giggled as her nipples peaked. He slid the ice cubes over them and then down her stomach, smiling as she squirmed. “Open your legs, sweetheart,” he said softly. She did as he asked. She gasped loudly as he slid the ice cubes deep into her core. She could feel them melting inside her hot pussy. The sensation was incredible, just as he’d told her it would be.

His head dipped between her thighs as he spread her with his fingers. “Hold yourself open for me,” he demanded. She slid her hands down to do as he asked, spreading her labia wide. He growled low in his throat. “You have no idea how fucking hot that is,” he muttered. His tongue slid into her, lapping at the water from the melting ice. Her hips ground her pussy against his tongue, trying to drive it further inside her. He gave her pussy one last swipe with his tongue then climbed atop her. His fingers slid between her legs, stroking her gently. “You’re so wet, baby. Think you’re ready for me?” he asked her teasingly.

“Fuck me,” she replied. “Now!”

With a groan he slid into her, inch by inch, until his balls were resting against her ass. She wrapped her legs around his back, holding him deep in her, her pussy milking his cock. He was huge inside her, bigger than anyone she’d ever been with. She could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate him. She looked down at where their bodies joined. Her pussy was wrapped tightly around his shaft. Moments later he began driving his cock in and out of her wet core and she moaned, feeling him throbbing in her. His cock was wet with her pussy juice. It gleamed as he moved in and out of her tight warmth. She felt her muscles clenching around his hard flesh. “You’re going to make me cum,” she gasped. He groaned and started fucking her harder and faster. His eyes bore into hers as he slid a hand down to her clit. He started rubbing it with his thumb in a circular motion as he thrust into her. Then suddenly his thumb was buried in her ass, the pressure increasing the already intense pleasure radiating from her lower body. It was more intimate, more erotic than anything she’d ever experienced. “Fuck!” she screamed as she came around his cock; lost in a maelstrom of sensation.

He went wild, slamming into her. His hands slid down her body and grabbed her hips as he tried to drive himself further inside her. His balls bounced off of her ass with each thrust. He fucked her harder, until they were moving up the bed. His hands moved to her ass and he pulled her against him roughly. With a low roar he drove himself into her one last time, holding her against him so tightly she could’ve sworn they were one. She felt his cock throbbing in her, his seed filling her pussy. The sensation sent her over the edge again and she whimpered, arching her back as he filled her with his cum.

He collapsed against her as she smoothed her hands over his back, drawing lazy circles. Her legs stayed wrapped around him until he moved off of her. He pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her, cocooning her in his warmth. With a sigh she relaxed, letting him comfort her. She had almost dozed off to sleep when she felt a small kiss on the back of her neck. She felt him smile against her skin when she wriggled in response. “I love you,” he said. “I wanted to tell you before, but I knew you wouldn’t want me to.”

“I love you, too,” she replied softly, and they stayed there, falling asleep in each other’s arms as they listened to the storm raging outside.

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One minute I’m standing in a bookstore, and the next I’m being kissed!

His hand was on my neck, his lips were soft, firm, demanding and I opened up to him. I was too shocked to be angry. I felt the other hand slide around my waist and pull me against him. I thought in the back of my mind that he looked just like that Alan Rickman guy at 30. I heard him groan faintly and it brought me back to my senses. I pulled back and he let go. He simply smiled at me and licked his lips. My breathing was heavy and I felt my nipples tighten in response to the kiss.

He just smiled and said, “Magnificent.” I shivered from his voice. It was smooth, like fur rubbing on my skin.

“Thank you,” was my only reply. My fingers touched my lips. He held out his hand and I automatically gave him mine.

“When I saw you here, I knew I had to taste you,” he murmured. He pulled me to him slowly and I realized that he thought I was sexy! Well, that doesn’t happen very often, I thought to myself.

“Come with me?” He asked softly.

“Yes.” Was my only reply.

We walked out to the street and he opened a car door for me. I climbed in and watched in fascination as he slid in beside me and closed the door. It was a limo. Dark on the inside, it kept the world outside and ours inside.

The car moved forward and it finally dawned on me that I had gotten into a strangers car and I backed up against the door.

He looked at me quizzically, and then smiled. Oh, that smile was goregous!

“Please, don’t be afraid. I don’t usually do this sort of thing. I saw you standing there and you just radiated energy, senuality, and feminity that I had to taste you. I am drawn to you. You are exquisite.” He said. “My name is James,” and held his hand out.

I looked at it, feeling a bit foolish. After all he said all those lovely things. I took his hand and wondered at how strong it was and so much bigger than my own.

“Alisandrea,” I replied, feeling a bit more comfortable. He took my hand and turned it palm up and kissed it. I shivered from the feel of his lips and jaw. Most men have rough faces but his was smooth. He trailed up my thumb and sucked it into his mouth and I groaned. He was so good with his tongue! I moved closer and watched in fascination as he sucked on my thumb. My eyes traveled over his features. Strong chin, tan skin, shoulder length black hair, soft mustache. His eyes opened and pinned me. Deep green with lust in them. I melted a little more.

He slowly pulled my thumb out of his mouth and leaned forward to kiss me. I let him. I wanted him to kiss me. He opened his mouth slightly and pressed his lips to mine. I opened mine and let him in. It was all he needed. He groaned and pulled me against him, pinning me between the leather seats and his hard, warm body.

His hand caressed my shoulder as he kissed me. It was more cevizli escort than a kiss, this was a form of sex for him. I moaned into his open mouth and his grip tightened around my waist. His tongue slid into my mouth and prodded mine. He was demanding, wanting. My tongue touched his and I felt us blend together. He wanted me to respond. My nipples were stiff in my bra, aching with need. My hands wrapped around his neck and I pressed myself to him. I could feel the hard muscles under his shirt. He smelled so good.

The more our tongues danced, the more demanding he became. He slid a hand under my t-shirt and kneaded my flesh. He groaned and his hand moved up to my swollen breast, kneading it. I whimpered into his mouth and he broke the kiss.

I felt lost without his on mine and he pulled my shirt up to see what he was holding. He leaned down and tongued my breast, pulling it out and sucked the nipple into his mouth. My head fell back and I groaned out loud. My hand caressed his hair, and the other slid under his jacket to his back. Hard muscles flexed under my hand but all I could really feel was his mouth on my breast. Oh this man is so very oral, I thought dimly.

My legs were clamped shut, pressing my sex closed. I was afraid if I opened them, it would be the end of me. He pulled back and tongue my nipple and I watched through a haze of lust as he gently pulled the other out and moved to it. My hands went to his hair and I pulled him to me. I couldn’t help it, I had to have him!

“Alisandrea,” I heard him murmur against my nipple and I shivered from the sound.

“James,” I replied. My eyes full of hunger, I smiled at him. He he let go of me and sat up while pulling my shirt down. The car door opened and he took my hand and pulled me out into the sunlight. I blinked at the harsh light and let him lead me into a very elite building. We walked to the elevator and stepped in. I moved to him and held him to me. I felt very exposed. He looked at me and smiled and kissed me lightly.

When the elevator opened he stepped out into a modern looking living room. I looked around and wondered where the hell I was.

“Welcome to my home,” he said. I smiled and let go of him and walked to the couch. I turned to find him a couple steps behind me, his eyes half closed, intent. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom.

He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. My hands wound in his hair and he groaned into my mouth. He pushed my pelvis to his and I could feel his cock through his slacks. It felt impressive but I had to see for myself. I reached down to unbutton his shirt and he let go of my mouth to watch me. I undid one at a time, my fingers touching his chest and stomach as I went. I pulled his shirt out and let my hands roam back up to his chest, rubbing my palms on his erenköy escort nipples. He inhaled sharply. I knew he was watching my face but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I slid his shirt back over his shoulders, taking the jacket and shirt to the floor. He definitely worked out.

“Fair is fair,” he said. James put my arms up in the air and pulled my shirt off. He smiled when he saw the front clasp on my bra and unsnapped it, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts spilled free and his hands tightened over them. I saw his eyes darken and he glanced up at me before he sucked the right one into his mouth. My head fell back and I groaned out loud. I was pretty sure we were alone. He moved a bit and I saw him kick his shoes off. So I did too. Soft carpeting underneath me, and James over me sucking my flesh made me shiver and I held him to me as he flicked the nipple with his tongue.

I felt my sex moisten at that point and my panties and jeans were soaked instantly. I’ve never been this turned on by just someone’s mouth before. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slacks and lowered the zipper. They fell to the floor and he smiled.

“Let me guess, fair is fair?” I asked with a smile.

James kneeled in front of me. He unsnapped my jeans and pulled those and my panties down. I had to steady myself by holding onto his shoulders, my knees were so weak. He stopped to look at my wetness and stood.

“Exquisite, Alisandrea,” he said as he nudged me back on the bed. I laid down and felt cool sheets under my heated skin. I watched as he stripped himself and gasped at the size of his cock. It was normal length but it was so damn thick! My pussy spasmed at just the thought of having it inside me and I shivered from anticipation.

“Good,” was his only reply as he pushed my legs apart and climbed between them. He hovered over me and took his time looking at my body. I’m not goregous by any means, full D size breasts, 10 more pounds than I would like, and redheaded. I do like the redheaded part. He exhaled loudly and slowly lowered himself on top of me. He kissed me gently, running his tongue along my lips. He was built, hard muscles pushing onto me. He felt heavy to me and I liked it. My hands roamed his back to his buttocks and I could feel hard muscles flexing under my fingertips. My breasts were crushed to his chest and I could feel his nipples poking into me. But I couldn’t feel his hips on mine. By instinct I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his hips and he groaned into my mouth. But still didn’t lower himself to me. I wondered what he was waiting for when he suddenly shoved his cock into me!

I broke the kiss and arched my back, crying out at the invasion. He was so fucking huge! I felt as if he was splitting me open. He was all the way inside me esenyurt escort and I couldn’t breathe. I went still to absorb the intrusion and he pushed his arms under my shoulders to hold my head still with his fingers. I was panting, and slowly opened my eyes to see him watching me intently.

“Absolutely marvelous,” James said and kissed me gently. All I could do was whimper. My body was on fire, and my muscles gripped his cock so hard I thought he would never be able to move.

But he did. Slowly at first, giving me the chance to calm down and feel his cock thrust into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair.

“I didn’t expect this,” I whispered. His only response was to push deep inside of me and I gasped as he pulled back to the very tip and sink deep inside me again.

“Look at me,” he commanded. I opened my eyes. “This is what I wanted in the bookstore. You are so full of energy. I want you to give it to me,” he said against my lips.

“Yessssssss,” I whispered. His hips pulled back and he pounded me hard with his cock. I whimpered and moved my legs up. He groaned into my mouth and fucked me harder. I could feel his hips crash against mine with lightning speed but as hard as he was fucking me, his lips were as gentle. I couldn’t move, all I could feel was James. All I could smell was James. The sensations rolling through me at being taken by him made me shiver. I wanted him to fuck me, to kiss me, to explode inside me.

“Please, James,” I muttered against his lips.

“Please what, Alisandrea?” He replied.

“I can’t… I need…,” I panted.

“Tell me,” he commanded and looked into my eyes.

I panted through my haze of lust. “Take me, make me yours, make me cum,” I managed to whisper.

“Yessssss,” he hissed and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. I opened willingly and gave him what he wanted from me. My lust, my desire, my burning need to cum all over his cock and grind my hips to his underneath him.

His hips shifted and he rammed himself inside me, sliding in and out so easy, I was so wet. He shoved into me and groaned into my mouth and I exploded around him, underneath him. I stopped breathing as my body shook. My pussy gripped him so tight that he had to slow down and my hips bucked against his as I climaxed around his cock. I gave him my orgasm and he groaned so loud into my mouth as he pushed into me one last time and came inside me, emptying his seed into my pussy.

I lay under him, shivering, my body riding one climax after another when I finally started to breathe again. He let go of my mouth and gasped himself. I opened my eyes and watched as he shook through the last of his orgasm. His eyes were closed and his hips were still jerking into me. I took him in. I knew he had given me his own pleasure and I collapsed under him to catch my breath. He moved with me and lay on top of me, sinking into my body. I just laid there, my legs slowly sliding down his, to fall to the bed.

I couldn’t move, and neither could he. He slowly lifted his head and kissed me gently.

“Alisandrea,” he whispered.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Stay?”

“Yes, James,” I replied with a smile.

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