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The next morning, a few minutes after seven, I was dressed, nursing my first cup of coffee and thinking about my transgression with Rita. It had been exciting, delightful, lust filled and alive. Diagonally through the courtyard I could see that a light was on in the guest room. I got a second cup of coffee and headed down the hall.

When the door opened, my eyes lit up and I inhaled sharply. Rita was beautiful framed in the morning sun. Her hair wasn’t combed yet. Her skin was fresh and clean. She was dressed in one of Roselyn’s long cotton granny gowns. It must have been very apparent that I wanted her.

Rita was distant but polite. I was puzzled then I realized she was having second thoughts. “I brought you a coffee. I’ll be in the kitchen for a while if you want a refill. By the way you are even more beautiful in the morning.”

Ten minutes later, Rita’s smile lit up the kitchen. She asked, “I hear a girl can get more coffee in the kitchen.”

“You, Girl, could get anything you want in this kitchen.”

Her smile faded and she grew quiet again. I needed to get things straight. “Rita, I’m usually playful like this. I’ll try to tone down. If last night was a mistake, just tell me. I’m all grown up; I can take it. You do not have to cater to me in any way. I’m very happy that you and Roselyn have hit it off. She has a friend and more freedom because of you.”

“Jim, I’m sorry. This morning I was feeling that last night was part of the job. I felt cheap and that I should just go home.”

“No, Beautiful, you could not be more wrong. Catering to me is not part of your job. Everything I told you was true. You have swept me away and I am very attracted to you. However, I could never enjoy your company unless you felt the same. Let’s both forget about yesterday and go back to the way it was for Roselyn’s sake.” I was crushed by what she had said. She could tell. My last line had been delivered very business-like to protect my ego. I poured her coffee without looking at her and left the room, retiring to my office.

Roselyn knocked and opened the door about one. I could see Rita behind her. “Rita, is taking me to IHOP and then to the Thrift Store. Give me a bye kiss. We’ll be back about four.”

“Did you ask her about this weekend?”

“I forgot. You ask her.” Roselyn moved out of the way.

“This Saturday there will be about thirty kids from the age of six to ten, here in the afternoon to swim and have a picnic. They are from the abused women’s shelter. Their moms will be attending a seminar. We could use some help. Can you and Carlie help? I’ll pay each of you $100 for about four hours work.”

Rita quickly agreed. “Make sure you both bring your bathing suits, so you can play life guards. We will block off the deep end of the pool.”

Roselyn came home about five; Rita did not come back in with her. “Did Rita go on home?”

“Yes, said she had to find bathing suits for herelf and Carlie and asked for tomorrow off.” There was a long pause and then Roselyn added, “She asked me point blank, if I were trying to set her up with you?”

I just looked at her.

“I was playing match maker, you know.”

Still I said nothing.

“Do you like her?”

“Roselyn, she is twenty years younger than me, beautiful, sexy and has her own life all set. Rita is not interested in me. This is her job. She likes your company. Let’s leave it at that.”

“I know about last night.”

“Then you know we did not have intercourse and that she had great remorse today. She said I had made her feel cheap and was considering leaving.”

“What did you feel?”

“I need breathing room. I was heartsick when she had remorse. I hated that I had used my position to take advantage of her. I don’t know how turned off she is, but I gather she really needs this job. It is horrible to think that she needs this job so much that she would put up with us and even stomach an old man touching her.”

“Do you like her?”

“God, Roselyn, she takes my breath away. You know exactly what I like and you selected her well. But you are my wife. I will always be with you and I hate that Rita thinks catering to me is part of her job.”

“Jim, I know you love me and will take care of me. We’ve been married for thirty years and I’ve been sick for fifteen. But I know you. I know how much you enjoy the company of women and sex. I can see you are unhappy and how much you miss sex and playfulness in your life. My body can’t give you those things any more. I don’t want you to give up that much for me. If you continue to do that, you will hate me in time. You would not find a woman on your own. I hoped I could find you one and maybe get a companion for myself in the process.”

“I love you even more for what you tried to do. Maybe we can find such a person. If we ever do, I think that person will have to feel they are part of the family, not an employee. I could never want someone who felt like a cheap hooker and felt like they had to be with me. My hand is a better lover than that. At our age, in our situation, we don’t have much chance etiler escort of finding such a caring friend and lover. For now, please, let’s drop the subject and I’ll cook dinner. I cannot tell you how much it hurt to see the regret in Rita’s eyes.”

Saturday came and went. It was a success for the kids. I stayed on the food and out of the way all day. Roselyn, Rita, Carlie and two women from the shelter did a good job controlling and entertaining the children. Carlie was bright and energetic. She didn’t make eye contact with me when we were introduced but all day her charges sought her out and laughed and played. I felt like shit. I could not shake the feeling that Rita had let me touch her for the sake of her job.

Several months passed. I got back into writing early, working outside in the afternoon and going to play pool at the local strip bar from 5 till 8. It worked well because Roselyn got tired and took a nap about five every day. Rita came to work most weekdays from eleven a.m. till five p.m. I saw her only briefly each day.

Roselyn buzzed me one Monday to bring her a coffee at eight one morning. “Jim, I really like Rita and I would like for us to help her. Would you please talk with her? Carlie wants to go to the local college. They only have one bad car, no health insurance and some other problems.”

Well, things were worse that Roselyn knew. Rita’s ex had left her with lots of bills and the wolves were still circling, wanting money from her. “Rita, tell me about Carlie.”

“Her Dad was verbally abusive. Often called her stupid and ugly. When she was twelve, he starting hitting her and me. It took me another couple of years to move out and then another two to get through the divorce.”

“Give me a few days to think and talk with Roselyn. Bring Carlie on Friday and let’s see what we can work out.”

I already knew Rita had a clear criminal record and poor credit. If she took any drugs or ever had any STDs, she was clean when she started to work for us. Still I had her checked out thoroughly again.

Roselyn and I had a good plan for her. Trying to help people is what we both did for enjoyment now. Why not bring it closer to home.

What we offered to Rita and Carlie was really very little but it blew them both away.

“Rita, you have seen the Mother-in-law cottage behind the house?”

She nodded.

“You and Carlie can live there free for up to four years while Carlie goes to the local state college and you continue as Roselyn’s companion. Your pay will remain the same and we will pay all of Carlie’s college expenses as long as she maintains a “C” average and doesn’t bounce around majors without my approval.

“Carlie, you have to work for me in my office twenty hours a week for twelve dollars an hour. That will give you some spending money and help keep me organized.

“We’ll get two Subaru wagons, registration and insurance. One for each of you.

“Rita, you have to work with a local credit counselor to get things straight.

“I’m taking Roselyn over to stay with her eldest son for a few days. I’ll be back around five. You and Carlie talk this over today. This evening let me know any of your concerns before you leave. I’m sure we can work out all the details. I have written this in a contract. That way you will know you can count on this deal as long as you both hold up your ends.”

I handed them the papers. Both Rita and Carlie had tears in their eyes. I didn’t feel good or bad. I still felt empty and dirty. I certainly liked looking at Rita.

When I came back at five, only Rita was in the house. She followed me into my office as I sat down on the couch, she sat across from me on the overstuffed chair. “Jim, what you are giving Carlie and me is more than we ever imagined. Thank you so very much.”

“Carlie will have to work hard. She will get over some of her shyness with men by working with me and doing her college studies. You are already contributing a lot to Roselyn’s and my lives. We are glad, we can help.”

There was a very pregnant pause and then she asked, “Are you and I ever going to get back to talking as friends, even potential lovers?”

“My God, Rita, there is nothing I would like better. However, I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that you would only be being with me out of obligation and to preserve your job.”

“Roselyn has told me how I hurt you. I realize the mistake I made. Still, I had hoped you would want me enough to pursue me and realize that I want to be with you.”

My protective shells had not lowered. “You don’t have to do anything, our agreement is complete. I want to help you and Carlie, regardless.”

“Jim, I know that. You are rich and powerful but you have a weakness that has given you a blind spot. You cannot see that I care about you and want to be with you.”

“I wanted to please you but I made you feel cheap. I know I’m much older than you and that I’m not handsome. I care a lot about you and I was attracted to you the first time I saw you. You need a younger man. I delighted eve gelen escort in our naughty night. You suffered through.”

“Things happened too fast. I liked what we did, liked being with you and was really turned on by you. But I wasn’t ready and said the wrong things. Can we start over?”

“Do Roselyn and Carlie know you are talking with me about this?”

She blushed and looked away. “Yes!”

“Is that a problem for you?”

“Not really. I want you and if you want me, I think we would be good together. Carlie would know soon enough anyway.”

I reached out to her, “Come here. Sit with me.”

She joined me on the couch and melted into my arms. Her lips closed over mine before her body settled onto the cushion beside me. A sigh of pleasure escaped my mouth and Rita sucked it into her lungs. We did not know each other very well. We had spent only a little time together. To this day I do not know why cared about her so much, so quickly, but I did. I wanted to see her content and happy. I loved her smile and her company.

We kissed and touched for a few minutes then I pushed her up. “We have to do something to get the bad thoughts out of my head.” I reached my hand out to her. She nodded and holding my hand, she willingly followed me to the guest bedroom.

I did not need her body all that much but she needed me. She needed to know our relationship was back on track; to feel wanted by me again; to feel close more than she wanted to be satisfied. I needed to look into her eyes and feel her body respond. I needed to search for signs of the ugly obligation and duty that still haunted me. I only found a willing, soft, passionate woman, who really did want to be with me.

Slowly I undressed my prize. I had not seen her nude. At first she was not at ease as I appreciatively examined her. She stood in front of me and crossed her arms over her breasts. I opened them. “Don’t hide your body from me. You are beautiful. I want you exactly as you are. I want to make love with you.” I kissed her on the lips and stepped back from her. “If you want me, undress me, accept me, like I did you.”

She spoke no words; her hands trembled some but she was experienced and deftly removed my shirt. My chest is strong and hairy. Rita rubbed her hands over me, lightly pulling my hair and nestling her lips into my nipples. Her fingers began to fumble at my belt, the snap and the zipper. When I was nude, she lay on her back on the bed and reached for me. I lay on top of her and entered her smoothly. I instantly knew she would be a wild lover and could keep up with me, but for now we would make love just to let our bodies get acquainted. We both had issues flying around our heads. Our first time together was unremarkable but satisfying. She came as I thrust into her; she rolled me so she was on top and rode me until she made me cum at the same time as she did and we slept entwined, enjoying each other’s touch.

Rita and I both needed coffee about seven-thirty the next morning. My second robe was too big for her luscious naked body and, several times, I playfully tried to slip a hand under the robe between her legs and to open the front to see her lovely breast. She wiggled away, laughing and slapping my hands away. As the coffee started to brew, she bent over the counter, pulled up the robe and offered herself to me as a way to pass the time. She reached out grabbing my cock and pulled it to the lips of her pussy. I pushed and was buried to the hilt in only three strokes. Our bodies slapped together softly and she was moaning when I caught a glimpse of Carlie outside the kitchen doorway.

I thrust steadily, waiting for her mom to get close. Rita’s muscles began to tense and she grabbed at me to assure I would not stop. I leaned forward, whispering, “Let your wonderful body enjoy my cock inside you. I love how you feel.” I paused until she tightened more and thrust back at me harder. “Carlie, is watching us.”

Rita gasped, “O God, I’m cuming.”

I let her lead until she slowed and then I pounded into her. She quickly was there again. She bumped into the empty coffee cups and they clattered around the granite counter and one fell noisily, bursting when it hit the tile floor. That spurred her on, “Harder! Fuck me harder!” She rode her second orgasm for a long satisfying time. The distractions kept me from cuming. When I pulled out my cock was glisteningly wet with our combined juices, throbbing and rock hard. Rita was still enjoying the last of her orgasm; the room was filled with the smell of sex. The gasp I heard was from the hall.

I sat Rita down in a kitchen chair to recover. My cock bounced near her head. Soon she noticed it and realized I had not cum. She reached out and rubbed the wet shaft all around her face and lips. She licked at the head and then sucked it into her mouth all the time jacking my cock steadily with her hands. Her eyes were sparkling and lusty. She had moved into that wonderfully delicious nasty mode that passionate women can slip so easily into. She was well aware that she was being fatih escort watched. She pulled the belt free and opened the entire front of the robe so her breast were free and her wet, swollen well fucked cunt was spread in full view.

“Cum on me. Cum in my mouth and all over me.”

That was the incentive I needed. My first shot went into her lovely mouth but she did not swallow. The second hit her lips and chin. The third and fourth found her breasts. She pulled the last of my semen from my cock and used my dick to rub the drops around her lips and to smear through the streaks of cum on her face. She let my offering flow from her mouth over my cock, smeared it around and let it dribble down onto her breasts and stomach. I watched my softening cock disappear into her mouth as she swallowed what was left and cleaned me. Still sucking on my cock, her hands left me. One worked two fingers into her cunt and the other rubbed all my cum into every inch of her exposed skin. I had produced enough for her to anoint her thighs, knees and calves.

Rita was starting to hum and moan around my cock. Her steady sucking had me hard. Watching her finger fuck herself was maddening. Every few seconds her eyes would glance at mine, as if to say, “Is that all you’ve got?”

I lifted her out of the chair and laid her down on the tiled kitchen floor, away from the broken cup. I was sunk into her belly deep before she was prone on her back. Every hard thrust I slammed into her brought an emphatic, “Yes” from her lips. Her legs were wide but her feet were not on the floor. She was spreading for me so I would go deep into her. Her mantra was a musical, lusty “Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes.”

Her hands reached up and filled with my hair. She pulled and twisted my head and got louder as her legs flailed about. I heard a chair turn over. I slammed even harder into her. With one mighty and loud, “Yes” she collapsed under me. She was out for the moment. I continued to fuck her, arched and pumped my load deep into her still contracting belly.

I lay next to Rita for a while. We were both sticky messes and hadn’t even had our coffee yet. Carlie left her spying spot in the hall outside the kitchen. When Rita began to rouse up, I covered her, got her into a chair and got her a cup of coffee. I kissed all around her face and neck, then cradled her face in my hands and looked deep into her eyes. “You are one wild naughty woman. I loved every second with you this morning.”

“I’ve never passed out before.”

I helped her up. “We have to go take a shower. You are covered with my cum.”

“I like being covered with your cum.”

“Get on in there. I’ll wash you. Just don’t bend over.”

“Why not?”

“That is how all this started this morning. Bend over again and I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

Right before Rita stepped into the shower, she looked over her shoulder, spread her legs and bent over putting her hands on the side of the tub. She had called my bluff. For right now, my cock was half hard and just jerked once, showing no desire to fill out. She showed mercy, stepped on in, allowed me to wash the cum from her body and we made out in the spray until the water started to get cold.

Over the next few months, we all learned to live together as an extended family. Roselyn and Carlie found things to do that gave Rita and me time together. We went to several events, one three-day cruise, a couple of day trips and found time for sex a couple times a week. We were good together as lovers but I felt a lot of stress. Roselyn’s health was worsening: she needed more care from me and less of Roselyn’s company. Rita was looking younger to me every day. Some days I was depressed and felt way too old for her. I wanted to spend quiet time with her but felt I would eventually bore her. I worried that I would see disappointment in her eyes.

That day in the kitchen wasn’t the only time Carlie watched her mother and me. Sometimes we weren’t sure but felt she was there. Once was very overt. The three of us were on a hayride just after sunset. There were about six other couples and a few singles. All day we had selected pumpkins for Halloween, ate and had mindless fun. The horse drawn cart was crowded and Rita was cold. Her skirt had seemed a good idea during the hot part of the day but now it did not offer enough warmth. We were sitting on a bale of hay. Carlie was sitting on another bale of hay facing us. I pulled Rita onto my lap and held her to get her warm. The bouncing of the wagon, ground her ass into my crotch and soon I was hard and uncomfortable. Twice I reached down and tried to straighten my cock. Rita challenged me, “Take him out.”

“I will if you pull your panties aside and slip him into your cunt.”

“I don’t have on any panties.”

Carlie had watched me wiggle around. She had to know what I was doing. My naked cock was aligned along her mother’s ass crack. She watched for many minutes while I made love to Rita with my whispers, light kisses and secret touches. Her mother glanced at Carlie many times reluctant to pursue the challenge she had started. When I rolled her right nipple between my fingers, Rita reached under her skirt and guided my throbbing dick. Rita’s face told anyone who might have been watching exactly when my cock slipped into her body. She trembled and she came almost immediately. The hayride had a long way to go.

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Many different skills are learned at summer camp. Some learn how to play sports, others how to weave baskets. My experience was a bit different. It was at a small, artsy summer camp in the woods of Connecticut that I explored my bisexuality.

I knew I was bi before my third summer at camp, and when I arrived was ready to meet anyone, male or female, who might satisfy my curiosity. And I met Sarah. She was a little sprite of a girl – very short, with long red hair, a body that suited her petite frame but had surprisingly large breasts, and the most intoxicating smell. Even now, just remembering the way she smelled makes me wet. She had recently discovered her attraction to women, too, and was happy to join me in my exploration.

We went to a dance together, and I remember it was my first time grinding with anyone. I was bigger than her, and held her delicate frame close to me, my arm easily wrapped around her waist as our hips rubbed up against each other. After what seemed like hours of dancing together, I walked her back to her bunk. I was trying to be respectful, but was dying for a kiss. I leaned towards her, bending down to her slightly so I could take in the scent of her hair. She took my hand and grinned up at me, “Wanna come in for a little bit?”

I nodded and tried to seem aloof, “Yeah, that would be cool.” I followed her into her room, sitting on the lower bed of the bunk bed, our fingers interlaced, smiling shyly at each other. A lock of hair fell into her face, and I used the opportunity to brush it out of the way, as I leaned in and kissed atakent escort her gently. Her lips yielded to mine; it felt like we were melting into each other. Soon, we heard voices, and the evening bells, and knew it was time to part, bedtime at camp. We kissed goodnight, and I joined the crowds of girls going from one room to another as they shared last pieces of gossip and plans for tomorrow on their way back to their beds.

The next day, I met with her for breakfast, and we spent the whole day talking, laughing, sharing jokes and secrets as we got to know each other. Sarah was so innocent, looking up at me with doe eyes, and yet she was completely comfortable with whatever I would do with her. It was soon common knowledge that we were very close; we were almost always holding hands, except when I had my arm around her or she was sitting in my lap. Once the sun set, we would sneak off together, kissing in the bushes, our tongues caressing each other. Soon we were relaxed enough to try more, our hands running over each other’s breasts. She would squeal when I pinched her nipple, and then take mine in her mouth to nibble on it. Her soft flesh was irresistible to me, I always wanted my hands on her, feel her yield to my every desire. Yet, every night we had to part ways and go back to our own beds in separate rooms shared by other girls, nice girls, but not the one I wanted.

Then one night, after returning late from brushing my teeth, the lights in my room were off. I could hear the other girls sighing ataköy escort softly in their sleep, and so I quietly slipped into bed. I almost jumped back out when I realized that my bed wasn’t empty, until I realized that it was Sarah. She had snuck into my room, and was now lying in my bed, completely naked. I held her close to me for a few moments, and then we started kissing. Our tongues played in each other’s mouths, and I squeezed gently on her breast as I took her tender little bud between my thumb and index finger, tweaking it slightly to make her gasp. She nuzzled against my neck, sucking and biting on my tender flesh, making me writhe with arousal as she left her mark on me.

I ran my hand gently down her flat, smooth stomach, caressing her soft flesh from her midsection all the way down her inner thigh. She moaned softly, thrusting her hips towards me. I grinned at her, “My bunk mates are sleeping, you’ll have to be quiet, pixie.” She nodded and bit her lip as I started to stroke over her smooth mound, my finger sliding easily into her slit. “You’re soaking wet!” I whispered, “You really want me, don’t ya?”

She blushed slightly, then hissed back, “Well, you want me, too!” She pulled my flimsy nightgown up slightly, and slid a finger into my juicy entry. I bucked my hips against her hand, wanting her deeper inside me. All too soon, she removed her finger, and, still wet with my fluids, brought it to her lips before sucking it into her mouth. I rolled on top of her, pressing my lips to hers, probing her atalar escort mouth with my tongue so I could taste what she was tasting. Then, I took her tiny wrists in my hand and held them above her head as I started to work my way down her delicate body. Starting by kissing and sucking on her neck, I soon elicited sighs and moans, her body writhing as pleasure moved through her and she was forced to stay quiet. Slowly, I licked my way down to her soft orbs, nibbling gently on the sensitive, rosy buds. Flicking my tongue over her nipple, I brought my hand down to her nether lips, sliding easily into her entry.

Continuing to work her slick cunt with my hand, I slowly kissed and licked my way down to her hairless mound. My tongue found her clit, and made her body jump with the overwhelming pleasure. I found her taste and smell completely intoxicating; this was the source of that aroma that had hypnotized me from the beginning. I lapped greedily at her juices while penetrating her with my fingers. Her gasps and moans became harder to conceal, as she grew closer to climax. As her body writhed, I felt the walls of that sweet pussy squeeze tight around my fingers. I continued to suck her cunt until her spasms passed, then kissed my way back up her body, until our tongues mingled once again.

I held her close to me; her small frame nestled easily in the crook of my arm. Our breathing fell into pace with each other, as her heartbeat finally slowed down. I was still wet, and knew it would be hard for me to fall asleep, but I also knew that she wasn’t ready yet – but that she would be soon. She nuzzled her face against my neck, falling asleep in my arms as her sweet aroma wafted over me. I lay there for hours, savoring the feel of her body against mine as she slept, living through the many fantasies of what we had in store with each other, the many orgasms still yet to come…

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They quickly agreed on the prime candidate. They had already decided the main criteria for the new chauffeur — between 5’6″ and 6′; 130-160 lbs; and single. Starting with the driver abstracts that came in the mail, using Mae’s friends and daughter Tracy’s internet skills they managed to acquire all the relevant details.

“Now we have to flush out the final bits,” said Mae.

“But he lives in New York. Who can we get to do it?”

“PI Jane.”

“But she lives in Boston!”

“I will make her an offer she can’t refuse.”

As it was 9 pm Jane answered on the third ring. After exchanging pleasantries Mae said she had a job in New York. “I will offer a minimum of three days pay. If you complete it in less time, take the extra pay and have a holiday. I will pay up to seven days”

“I need the personal details on an auto mechanic named Mike — is he straight or gay; does he have a steady girlfriend; what type of woman does he prefer.

“If he cums in your mouth you get a $250 bonus; between your legs is worth another $250. If you get me the measurements of his penis when fully erect that is worth $500.”

Jane quickly accepted the assignment and they agreed she would start the following Wednesday. Mae e-mailed all the relevant information.

For lunch on Wednesday Mike had lunch with one of the secretaries. He appeared to want her badly but she seemed non-plussed. After work Mike met several people at a nearby bar. He spoke to several women but didn’t connect with any.

Thursday night Mike went to the movies with a tall redhead. He stayed at her place for 2-1/2 hours and then went home. From his walk and expression Jane wasn’t sure if he had gotten lucky; usually she could tell.

As Mike was walking back from the washroom Friday night Jane ‘accidentally’ spilled a drink directly on his crotch. She quickly grabbed some napkins and began drying his pants. bahçeşehir escort “Please let me buy you a drink,” she whispered ever so quietly.

Despite his manhood rising to the occasion, he declined the invitation. “But if you want why don’t we have a picnic on Sunday?”

“That would be lovely,” she replied almost too eagerly. “I am at the Berseford Hotel.”

“I know a nice quiet spot near there. I will meet you in the lobby at 1 pm.

“One more thing, please wear a bra.”

Jane was shocked. Everyone loved her huge bosom heaving freely inside her silk shirt. This man was certainly different.

“And also please wear panties,” he added as he made his way to his table.

“There goes that idea,” Jane thought.

Even though Jane had dressed as instructed Mike became fully erect as he saw her in the lobby. In fact, every man who looked at her — straight or gay, married or single — had a hard on. She wore a white halter-top over a crimson bra that lifted and separated her front. Below her waist she had on a black leather mini-skirt that slit up the side.

As she walked toward Mike he got a glimpse of her creamy thighs just below her black panties.

They had a delicious picnic — green olives, blue cheese on pumpernickel with roasted sweet red peppers and a full bodied French red.

When the bottle was finished Mike moved behind Jane, slowly stroking the bare spots on her back. He carefully worked his thumbs in and out of her halter-top. He slid his strong hands on her firm front carefully stroking her strong nipples. Finally, with one hand he undid her bra and then slid both hands between her bra and her silky melons. When she was about to cum he slid one hand inside her panties and carefully touched her silky lips. Much to her regret she came instantly. After cuming several more times he moved to her front, licking and teasing bakırköy escort her nipples, biting her belly button (oddly she was an innie) and finally devouring the juices pouring from her womanhood.

He pulled down his pants and slid slowly inside her. She was in heaven. Finally they both climaxed. They lay on the grass until the sun went down and returned to her room. She pulled him onto the hotel bed. “I want to thank you for the exquisite time I had this afternoon. Please close your eyes and let your mind wander.”

She slid his pants to his knees and took his semi-erection into her waiting mouth. She was afraid she had to act fast. When she felt he was a good size she took the paper and pen she had previously hidden and quickly traced his middle leg on the paper. He was about to cum!

She hid the tools of her trade and slid her hands under his buttocks and into his delicate crack. He came like a rocket.

“That was fantastic. I must now thank you he stammered.”

“Why don’t you just hold me? She asked and he did.

“This is even better than sex,” she thought as he held her closely, his hands on her stomach; his cum dripping down the back of her throat.

“Since you are staying in a hotel you must not live here.” Asked Mike.

“I live in Boston, I will be here until next Wednesday,” “I am going for the full seven days of work,” she thought to herself.

“Do you know anyone who is looking for a chauffeur in Boston? I am tired of the auto repair business. I applied for a job in Denver but I would love to work in Boston to be near you?”

No man had ever offered to move to be near Jane. She was flattered. She racked her brain trying to think of anyone who might want to hire Mike. She was even willing to pay half the salary just so he would come to Boston. Even though she had known Mae a long time she would not hesitate to başakşehir escort steal Mike away from Mae.

Over the next three days they spent as much time together as possible, exploring each other’s body and mind. It was the greatest time of their lives.

Thinking of her employer again, Jane convinced Mike to screw her in an instant picture booth. She had a couple of great shots of her sitting on his cock, showing off his big balls.

Mae was wearing a bulky tracksuit as she opened the door for Michael. He immediately fell in love with her living room. It said great taste but not expensive. The Queen would feel at home having high tea in this room; at the same time Swingers of Jack County would also feel quite at home with their orgies. Everything fit together so well — the colours the fabrics — the placement of the gabled windows — the vaulted ceiling.

Then he noticed the painting above the fireplace. Six foot long it must be life size. A woman was lying stark naked in a field of mustard — her golden body perfectly complementing the strong yellow seeds.

Her breasts were small but she her nipples were the biggest Mike had ever seen. He thought of large strawberries on top of butterscotch pudding.

Her legs were slightly parted, barely showing short curly pubic hair. She was both sexy and saultry, innocent and pure lust. Her mouth looked like the cat’s meow.

This must be a relative of my potential employer. The eyes are the same and the hair colour, but everything else seems different.

“This photo of me was taken three months ago,” interjected Mae. “And nothing was retouched.”

While Mike tried to think of a reply Mae asked to see his driver’s licence.

“Fine,” she said. “I will make a phone call and we will go pick up my daughter. I wish to see your driving skills.”

“Hi Ann, how are you?”

“Not too well. Tracy’s outside my window balling the neighours kid. From several encounters I know he is a fantastic fuck. I have my hand practically inside me and I still can’t cum.”

“Relax. I am coming over with my new potential chauffeur. I want you to test drive him and give me an opinion. We are leaving now. Please ask Tracy to meet me in the viewing room.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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It’s summertime and I suggest that we meet downtown for a drink and a bite to eat at a joint that I used to frequent.

We sit at the bar and have a few. The bartender is happy to see me again. She’s a cute 24 year old redhead. We used to do hot yoga together and she would flirt with me all the time. She pulls me aside on my way back from the restroom and asks me if you’re my boyfriend? I know what she wants …I whisper in her ear that we love to play suggest that she join us. I know she’d be into it. It’s just the vibe she gives off.

She asks if we want to go to her place to continue the party as soon as she gets off. She lives in a flat a couple of blocks away.

We get to her place and she lights up a joint. Her name is Sam and I remember what her body looks like from the showers. 5’7. Smooth, milky white skin. Nice ginger bush. Round ass and small perky tits. She has a few vintage looking tattoos. One on her back and a couple on her arms.

We pass the cevizli escort joint around a few times and I’m feeling relaxed and excited to share this new experience with you. You sit on the edge of the bed and watch as I walk over to her and kiss her fully on the mouth. She tastes delicious and her lips are soft and eager at the same time. I pull her shirt over her head and undo her bra. She does the same to me. Our tits are up against each other and I am so turned on. I look over at you and smile as I see the bulge in your pants.

I kiss her neck and she moans. I lick one nipple and then the other. I get on my knees and unzip her jeans and help her as she wriggles out of them. I press my face into her white cotton panties and inhale her scent. I reach my hands over her ass and slide them into her underwear to take them down. I can feel her quiver with anticipation.

I take off the rest of my clothes and turn to you. I pull you up to stand and erenköy escort slowly undress you. I kiss you softly, my tongue exploring your mouth. I whisper in your ear that it’s your turn and lay you down.

I take Sam’s hand and guide her beside me. The two of us on either side of you. I show her what I want. We kneel down and run our tongues on either side of your hard cock meeting at the top to kiss. We do this a few times and then begin to alternate sucking you. You close your eyes and you are lost in the pleasure of identifying who’s mouth is on you. There are differences but they are slight.

I need you inside me. I guide Sam over to lie down at the top of the bed and kiss her tits, soft belly and hips as I make my way to her waiting cunt. I’m on all fours and as I spread her legs open to show me her glory you enter me with a big thrust from behind. I bury my face in her ginger bush and taste her sweetness. I suck her clit as you ram esenyurt escort me with your cock and every time you thrust, both her and I gasp with pleasure.

I want to cum but not yet…

I get up and switch places with her. You stand at the edge of the bed and pull her legs up over your shoulders and enter her as I kneel over her face so she can feast on me. I bend over and put my face right above her bush and watch closely as your hard cock pounds away at her. She is writhing and you hold her tight and under control. I can smell your scent and as she eats me hungrily I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

We are ready and we all know it.

I lay you down and straddle you as she eagerly sits on your face. We slow down to catch our breath and I kiss her deeply. We start to move in rhythm. Slowly at first and then faster and faster as we climb the mountain and hover for a moment. She comes first with a soft moan that turns into a scream. It sets me off the edge as I ride you without abandon and I yell ‘fuck me baby! I’m cumming!!’ This is the hottest moment you have ever had and your cock explodes inside of me with an orgasmic wave that you have never before experienced!!

We fall over panting and exhausted into a pile of limbs.

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(thanks to my boyfriend!)

I turned off the television, and looked over at my boyfriend, Jeremy. He had a strange look on his face, like he was trying to get something out. I smiled, wondering what this could be about, since we had just finished watching a porn.

“What is it?”

“Um, nothing,” he answered.

“Okay, I know you better than that. What is it?”

“Alright,” he said hesitantly. “But don’t get mad at me.”

“I’m going to get mad at you if you don’t spit it out. Just say it.”

“It’s just that I was thinking about something, but wasn’t sure how to bring it up.” He paused, and I waited for him to get it out. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with a woman?”

“With, you mean?”

“Yeah, it was just kind of sexy to see those two women together, and I could picture you as one of them.”

I didn’t know what to say. I had maybe fantasized about that, but didn’t want to do it for real, did I?

“Hon?”

I realized I had spaced out for a minute. “Where did that come from? It’s not like you haven’t seen porn with two women before.”

“I don’t know, it just really turned me on thinking about watching another woman go down on you.”

I felt my face get warm, and not with embarrassment. I didn’t say anything for a few minutes, trying to wrap my head about the thoughts I was having.

“Well, I know I don’t want to see you with another woman, if that’s what you-“

“No way honey,” he said cutting me off, moving closer to me on the couch. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “You are all the woman I need. It’s just,” he paused. “It’s just that I love bringing you pleasure. I love to watch your face when you come, and it would be such a turn on to see another woman give you pleasure, focus on your needs. I mean I couldn’t stand seeing another man touch you, but a woman…”

His lids dipped down, obviously just talking about this was turning him on. His hand moved to my thigh, caressing in circles. I felt a heat start to grow in my pussy.

“Well,” I said licking my lips, “even if I agreed, I don’t know where we could find someone. It couldn’t be anyone I know.”

His hand was pressing against the crotch of my panties, under my skirt. The wet patch let him know how turned on I was.

“There’s a woman at my job. I don’t work with her directly, but I’ve heard rumors that she’s a little wild, like part of a swingers’ club. Someone I know used to date her, so I could figure a way to find out.”

My eyes closed as I leaned back against the couch. His hand was under my panties now, and two fingers started sliding in and out of my wet pussy, while his thumb was pressing against my clit.

“Can you feel it,” he beylikdüzü escort whispered in my ear, breath hot on my skin. “Can you feel a strange woman licking your pussy, kissing your thighs?”

“Yes,” I panted, pushing my hips up against his touch.

“She’s making your come so hard you can’t hold back,” he moaned as he licked the skin of my throat, hand moving more quickly. A short scream escaped my lips as I climaxed. After catching my breath, I opened my eyes and looked over at him.

“Do it.”

—————

A couple of weeks later, I sat nervously on our bed. I was wearing a silky short robe and nothing else. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I ran my hands up over the sleek fabric up to cup my own breasts, circling the nipples with my thumbs, feeling them harden with my touch, until they poked through the thin material. I opened my eyes when I heard the front door open. Could I really go through with this?

The bedroom door opened, and my boyfriend walked in, followed by a blond woman. She was average height, and slim, but with large breasts and curvy hips. Her blond hair was short, curling under her ears, and her eyes were bright blue. I told Jeremy I didn’t want to know anything about the woman he was bringing home, not even her name, so this was the first time I saw her.

“Hi,” I heard myself say.

“Wow Jeremy,” the woman said, walking over to me. “She’s even prettier than she looks in the picture you showed me.” She stood next to me and grabbed my hand, urging me to stand. Her hand came up to my chin and tilted it up. She was about an inch taller than me. Before I knew what was happening, her soft lips covered mine, and the taste of her, spearmint, brought butterflies to my stomach.

She leaned in and whispered softly in my ear. “Don’t worry about anything. I’ll lead. You just enjoy and do whatever feels good.” Her breath in my ear sent shivers down my spine. She stood back and began removing her clothes. Her skirt slipped down and off, followed by her blouse and shoes. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She was beautiful, so sexy. Her pussy was only covered by a small line of golden hair, and I could see her clit was already swollen and sticking out. Her breasts were c-cup, with large brownish nipples.

Without even thinking, I moved closer and took her breasts in my hands. I leaned over to suck on one large nipple, until it was hard under my tongue, and then moved to give the other one equal attention. I had never touched any breasts except my own, and it felt incredible.

“That feels so good,” she moaned, as I stood up and leaned in to kiss her again. As her tongue slid into my willing mouth, I felt her beyoğlu escort hands untie my robe and it slipped to the floor. She pulled away from me, taking my hand, and leading me to the bed.

As I sat down, I looked over Jeremy, and our eyes locked. I saw the desire in his eyes, this was obviously exciting him. He was sitting in a chair by the door, and somewhere in the midst of everything, he had removed his clothes. His cock was in his hand, rigid as he stroked it. Knowing watching us was turning him on, fed my own desire.

My attention was drawn back to the woman in front of me. She was on her knees on the floor, and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

“Lay back,” she said. I did. My butt was on the edge, as I looked up at the ceiling. Then I felt her warm breath on my inner thighs, and I closed my eyes in anticipation. I felt a light, gentle kiss on the outside of my pussy lips, and I let out a ragged pent up breath. My lips were pulled apart, and then her tongue was inside me, moving in and out. An unconscious sigh escaped my lips. Her thumb pressed firmly against my clit, as her tongue continued to work. Then her mouth trailed up to my swollen aching clit, and she started to suck on the tender spot, while two or three fingers slid deep inside my wet canal.

I couldn’t stop my hips from thrusting up, and I could hear sounds coming from my mouth I couldn’t control. I was so close. Just then, I felt a weight on the bed next to me, and I opened my eyes to see my boyfriend sitting there, looking down at me.

“Does it feel good, hon, having her lick your pussy?” His voice was thick with desire.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He reached down and flicked a nipple, and then cupped the breast.

“Are you going to come?”

“God yes, I’m so close,” I panted.

“Good,” he said and leaned to take the nipple in his warm mouth.

The suction from her sucking hard on my clit was building up, and another finger entered me. I was beyond rational thought. My body was on fire, sensations overwhelming me. Then my hips pushed up hard and stayed there as my body clenched in an intense climax. Wave after wave rolled over me, all while she continued to suck and fuck me with her fingers, lengthening the pleasure further.

Finally I collapsed back on the bed, completely spent, and satisfied to the core. I felt her move away from my quivering thighs, and sit on the bed next to me on the other side, and I languidly opened my eyes. Her face was glistening from my juices. She lowered her head, and we kissed. I could taste my cum on her lips. She sat back up.

“Wow,” Jeremy said, drawing me back to look over at him. I saw his thighs were coated in his own cum, he must have bizimkent escort orgasmed when I did. “That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

I smiled at him, and then looked back at the woman at my side.

“Thanks.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Maybe I can return the favor, since you haven’t come yet.” I hadn’t even thought about doing this to another woman, but now in this moment, I needed to know what it was like.

She didn’t say anything, but climbed on the bed, and moved to straddle my face, lowering her pussy to my lips. “Lick me.”

I didn’t hesitate, but put my hands up to her hips and pulled her closer. I licked her slit up and down. She was already dripping wet, she must have gotten very turned on bringing me to my own climax, so she must be close. I clamped onto her large swollen clit with my mouth and started sucking hard. She was riding up and down on my face, and I just kept up with her movements, not letting her clit go.

She suddenly froze, cunt pressed firmly to my face, and I heard a loud deep moan come from her just before her juices squirted out all over my lips and chin. A few seconds later she rolled over and off me, leaning back in to lick some of her own juices off my face, and then kiss me softly.

She stood up, walked over to where he clothes lay on the floor. She pulled on her skirt, stepped in her shoes, and pulled on her blouse and started buttoning it.

“Thanks Jeremy for thinking of me,” she said smiling. “This was fun. If you ever want to give it another go, let me know.” Then she walked out the door.

My boyfriend scooted closer to me and pulled me against him. I could feel his hard on had returned, and was pressing against my hip.

“Hon, that was such a turn on.”

I smiled, turning to face him. “I can tell,” I said, reaching between us to stroke his stiff cock.

“So are you glad we did this,” he asked. I could tell by his quiet voice he was a little afraid of the answer.

I started to fondle him more firmly. “Very glad, and now I’m going to show you just how hot this all got me.” I pushed him over on his back, and climbed on top of him, lowering myself over his cock, until he was inside me. I put my hand on his chest for balance, and started rocking back and forth on him. My clit was still so sensitive, I worked myself up to near orgasm again quickly.

Then I slowed my movements. I pulled up almost off him, with just the head inside me, and then sunk down on him, inch by inch, until he was all the way in my pussy. Then I did that again, and midway through I was sent over the edge with a strong orgasm. I felt his hand grip my hips and pull me down on him completely, and his hips thrust up as he released inside me.

I collapsed over on his chest and lay there, until our pounding heartbeats started to slow down, and then rolled off him. We lay side by side, our hands entwined. We didn’t talk, dozing off, both exhausted. Whether or not we would try this again, well, we would wait and see, but it had definitely been a good experience for both of us.

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Six cloaked watchmen stood positioned on the outside of the long boat, two at the front, two in the middle and two aft. Each held a small ceremonial drum of stretched hide and wood carved with the sacred symbols of the Masters of the Lake. Orange light from the flaming torches that decorated the long boat illuminated their heavy jaws with beards trimmed neatly in anticipation of the night’s coming ritual. Twelve initiates rowed, dressed only in small hide loincloths, their muscular bodies rippled under the sheen of moisture that coated their tanned skin. Each had thin symbolic ropes tied around their upper arms and necks that they had used their own hair to braid.

Having just reached manhood, the twelve initiates had proven themselves in arms and intelligence to be above the other warriors. Tonight they would be inducted by orgy into to the order of Myr. They would be fucked by many for the duration of the night and if proved, one of them could be chosen to become the Masters of the Lake’s elite.

An elite warrior had not been chosen for two score years even though the city of Atman had sent their best and most handsome young men every turn of the wheel. Little separated the twelve sent this year in terms of skill and strength from any who had been sent the previous years; their intelligence was equal and their beauty as well. Still, it was hoped that this time the Masters of the Lake would be appeased by at least one of the young men as they had not been in a long time and would break the drought they had cast over the land.

The night was eerily calm and the full moon reflected from the waters of the lake where it peeked from under the blanket of mist that enshrouded it. The six standing stared intently into the night from under their deep hoods, watching for errant rocks or flotsam that might hinder their passage. There were things far darker in the lake and more sinister than drift wood though; things with insatiable appetites that would be stirring from their ancient slumber, called by the beat of the drumming that came from the island in the centre of the lake as well as the small ceremonial drums that kept time for the rowers.

Rhiordan felt each beat on the stretched hide reverberate through his body and stir his loins. He heaved on the oar in his hands and leaned back to strengthen the stroke, his erection strained against the thin cloth tied around his loins. The drum beat again and the rowers leaned forward, their muscles rippled liquidly under their sweat covered skin and Rhiordan let out a soft sigh that almost sounded like a moan. He could not lose control now though, it was not time yet. He glanced up at the watchmen at the back of the boat and saw the Owen on the left, a small smile on his lips as he watched the young man lean back and then push forward. Rhiordan bit back his own smile but made sure he stretched languidly with each pull of the oar so that Owen might better see.

Owen was Rhiordan’s master at arms. He had trained the boy to heights never achieved before. Each night he had bedded him as well and Rhiordan had shown him what the scribes had taught and had taken Owen to ecstasy unheard of. He had been deemed to be one of the best over a year ago and in preparation for the night’s ritual he had had to abstain from intercourse for a year and a day.

Owen was proud of him and had helped him prepare for the coming ritual. He had painted Rhiordan’s face with blue woad and marked his chest with sacred symbols. He had oiled and stretched his passage with his fingers to prepare him for initiation into the ranks of Myr, of which he was an elder himself. It had been hard for them both not to indulge but tonight, the ranks of Myr’s warriors would pleasure them and take pleasure from them in return. The past months of abstinence would make the orgy all the more pleasurable for the initiates.

They didn’t know who or indeed if any would be chosen by the Master’s of the Lake but Rhiordan was determined istanbul escort it would be him. He had worked for this day his entire life, his every thought, his every action had been dedicated to becoming the best he could be at every known preference of the Masters of Lake and then he had worked to excel even past his limits. He had trained relentlessly in arms and had used his beauty to entice the scribes into educating him in the arts of war and strategy so that he might train his mind as well; and they had taught him how to give and receive pleasure as well. He hadn’t had to work hard to excel at that.

There was a loud splash to the side of the boat and Rhiordan turned quickly, instinctively, and caught an impression of a long limb or tail roll from the water before disappearing again.

“Keep your eyes straight initiate.” Owen said not unkindly. “You’ll see the Masters of the Lake soon enough.”

Rhiordan smiled and stretched back with the oar. Moments later the boat ground out on the soft sandy bank of the island and the watchers leapt nimbly over the side to haul it from the water.

The shore was lined with the warriors of Myr and they watched eagerly as the initiates stepped from the boat. They eyed the young men who would soon be among them hungrily and Rhiordan was pleased to see quite a few had trained their eyes on him. Even though he was ruggedly handsome he thought he was the least attractive of the twelve and had worried he would be left alone.

In the old days, the initiates were required to run through the ranks of hardened warriors who beat them as they passed. The few who made it through the gauntlet would proceed to the next, more pleasurable stage of initiation. That rule was changed a hundred years earlier by the Masters of the Lake who for reasons known only to them decided that a symbolic gauntlet would please them more. The warrior’s of Myr arranged themselves in lines an arm’s span wide that stretched from the shore to the inner sanctuary of the island where the ritual would take place. They smiled at the initiates in challenge, bracing themselves for when the young men attempted to run through the gauntlet.

The beat of the drums picked up and quickened Rhiordan’s heart. It thundered in his chest and reverberated through his muscles. He didn’t wait for the signal to run and he leapt forward, his powerful legs hurtled his lithe body into the ranks of Myr’s warriors. Hands reached for him but he dodged and side stepped them, ducked and weaved through the melee of hardened bodies until he saw the cleared sanctum at the end of the man tunnel. He dived through the air to cover the last few feet and rolled when he landed, untouched. Grinning he looked down and saw he had lost his loin cloth and casting a fleeting glance over his shoulder, he saw Owen, standing at the end of the line waving it like a flag. He laughed and the warrior tied it around his arm and then turned, waiting for the next initiate to pass.

When all twelve stood in the sanctum, the warriors of Myr surrounded them in a large circle. One of the elders stepped forward and began the chant that would summon the Masters of the Lake. Another lifted a conch the size of Rhiordan’s head to his lips and blew on it long and hard. The warrior’s unified voices were almost deafening and the chant they sang washed over the naked initiate’s bodies like a physical touch. The elders threw handfuls of sacred herbs onto the braziers and the flames burst into blue smoke that washed over the trembling young warriors and their senses sharpened as the chanting reached its crescendo.

Rhiordan shuddered with excitement, with anticipation of what was to come. The warriors set their wraps aside and stood around them like a wall of man meat, lustfully eyeing the initiate’s lithe bodies, their erections. He found Owen among them and smiled. The warrior stroked himself while he looked at Rhiordan. His choice of initiate was istanbul escort bayan clear. He would have to wait for the elite warriors of the Master of the Lake but if none chose Rhiordan, Owen and he could join finally, after their long abstinence.

The twelve elite warriors were seated on a dais set before a sheer rock wall on either side of a vast cave mouth. Owen had told Rhiordan that the Masters of the Lake would emerge from the cave when the orgy started and hopefully they would find one of the initiates pleasing. The chanting reached fever pitch and the elite warriors stood, resplendent with collars of beaten gold around their thick corded necks and swaths of white silk tied around their loins. They smiled and the initiates looked down as was the custom but Rhiordan didn’t. He had already decided to do whatever he could to stand out from the beauties beside him. There was nothing between the twelve that would distinguish any of them physically. Rhiordan had to rely on his spirit to catch the eye of the Masters.

The war chief of the elites looked at Rhiordan, bemused, and raised an eyebrow. He walked smoothly toward the young man and even though he must have been centuries old, he looked no older than one of the initiates. The magic that the Masters of the Lake had instilled in their elites made them immortal. He circled around Rhiordan and slid his hands over the young man’s body.

“Rhiordan.” His voice was deep and mesmerising.

“You know my name?”

“I chose you a year ago from among your peers to stand as one of the twelve today. For a year and a day I have watched you and anticipated this night, when I could fuck you, feel my cock buried in your heat.” The war chief murmured in Rhiordan’s ear and slid his hands over the initiate’s body, along his ribcage and down to his groin until he found hard man flesh.

Rhiordan’s body responded instantly and his testicles tightened. It was a great honour to be chosen by the elite war chief first. Perhaps Rhiordan’s dream of being chosen to be among them would come true. If he was chosen, he would be at the lowest rank and would serve as the elite’s comforter, giving and receiving their pleasure. After that he would rise through the ranks to become immortal himself. He cast a glance at Owen but the warrior was nodding in approval.

Following his gaze the war chief saw Owen. He lifted his hand and motioned him to come forward. “Share him with me.” The elite smiled at Owen. “I know you have both waited long to be rejoined this night.”

The war chief pulled Rhiordan onto his broad lap and lifted his thighs until the young man’s were splayed over his. Owen dropped to his knees between their legs and swallowed Rhiordan’s cock into the wet warmth of his mouth. The warrior moaned and arched his neck back while his lover expertly worked his cock. It had been so long…

The war chief lifted Rhiordan effortlessly until the massive, well oiled head of his cock pressed against his anus. Owen sucked a tightened testicle into his mouth and then reached his hands under Rhiordan’s splayed thighs to hold his buttocks wide. The war chief’s cock was massive and Rhiordan squirmed slightly.

“How many inches do you think you can take tonight Rhiordan?” The war chief kissed the lobe of his ear and traced it with his tongue.

“All of it.” Rhiordan growled and tried to force himself down but the elite held him still.

“Patience beautiful one,” The war chief shuddered. “I want to make this good for you but I admit I’m finding it hard not to just impale you. How did you both manage to abstain for a whole year?”

“And a day…” Rhiordan said breathlessly.

Owen slid his mouth from Rhiordan’s cock so he could speak. “With great difficulty.”

He lowered Rhiordan until his puckered anus swallowed the fat tip of the war chief’s cock and then he held him still so he could adjust to the thick girth. Rhiordan moaned and istanbul bayan escort Owen ran the tip of his tongue around the stretched skin, his hand stroked the young warrior’s cock mercilessly. Rhiordan was beside himself after a year without being touched. His climax coiled in his testicles and the warrior’s soft chanting and drum beats vibrated through the sensitive skin of his shaft. More than anything he wanted to be fucked. He tried to force himself down so he could take more of the war chief’s cock and the elite allowed him to work his tight body over him.

Rhiordan slid down the hard column a few inches further and rotated his hips slightly. The elite gasped and slid his hands over the warrior’s pert buttocks, lifting them apart so he could watch his cock being swallowed. Rhiordan lifted himself slightly and then forced down again to take a few more inches. His skin was burning and stretching around the wide girth but Owen was lapping at where the two were joined, lubricating the elite’s shaft and Rhiordan’s tight ring of muscle. He rose one more time until only the head of the elites cock was nestled in his tunnel and then he thrust down hard.

He groaned loudly and the war chief shuddered behind him, holding him still until he adjusted. Owen was nuzzling his testicles and stroking his cock. It was too much for Rhiordan. He had to come or explode. Owen swallowed him in his mouth when he felt his penis throb and swell, coaxing him on with his tongue, swirling around his head and licking the slit of his cock until Rhiordan shuddered and climaxed, filling his throat with seed.

The war chief stiffened behind Rhiordan as the young warrior’s muscles clenched around him. He flipped him onto his knees and held his hips. “Are you ready Rhiordan?” His voice was thick with desire.

The warrior nodded and lowered his cheek to the warm sand.

“Spread your legs wider, I want to bury myself in your colon.” The war chief growled.

Rhiordan opened himself willingly and then the war chief lifted his hips slightly and ploughed his cock deep inside his stretched anus. His balls tightened with desire and his buttocks jiggled each time the huge warrior slapped his hard stomach against them. The war chief angled his thrusts so that his long cock struck Rhiordan’s ecstasy button each time he ploughed it into him.

When the young warrior ejaculated again and his body clenched around the war chief like a fist, the elite groaned loud and long and filled Rhiordan with his cum. He pulled his still hard cock –another boon from the Masters of the Lake – from the warrior’s tight, slick heat and moved aside for Owen. He closed his mouth over Rhiordan’s and kissed him for a long time while Owen fucked his arse with long smooth strokes, revelling in the feeling he had been deprived of for a year – and a day. It didn’t take him long to reach climax.

At last the war chief broke the kiss and smiling at Rhiordan’s pleasure grimaced face he dragged his thumb over the young warrior’s forehead.

“Consider yourself chosen, Rhiordan.” The elite said.

“Congratulations Rhiordan.” Owen leaned over Rhiordan’s shoulder; panting and he kissed him gently. “I better move aside, quite a few are waiting for their turn.”

Rhiordan grinned and a number of hard calloused hands slid gently over his back, his buttocks, his thighs, stroking him before Owen had even moved away. Another fat prick slid against his anus and slowly split his cheeks open. A mouth closed over his cock and another throbbing shaft was placed enticingly close to his lips. Rhiordan dragged his tongue over the weeping head and then swallowed it. Over and over he was taken and pleasured until at last, the initiates and the warriors were satisfied at last. He could hardly believe he could come so much in one night.

Perhaps the magic of being chosen had begun to work the instant the war chief had marked him. Rhiordan didn’t mind too much either way. He had achieved what he had set out to do. He was now among the elites of the Masters of the Lake and drought had been lifted from the land. Best of all, he didn’t have to abstain from Owen any longer and he used the last of his conscious thoughts to spoon his body around the man before sleep embraced them both.

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Edgar was old. He accepted that. He was in a ‘retirement’ home. “Screw that” he thought, “it’s a damn nursing home.” Edgar’s wife of 54 years, Alison had passed about 4 years prior. His sons and daughter had tried to take care of Edgar, or Eddy but found it too hard. “Hard my ass,” Eddy would say, “It’s not like I need CARE or anything.”

Eddy would occasionally forget things, occasionally get lost when walking around the neighborhood and had fallen on two, TWO occasions. Ok, so the kids were concerned that their 84 year old father was going to get hurt, but it’s not like he was an invalid. He wasn’t, not at all. He was still pretty active and was able to move around well. He had enjoyed taking care of his yard and his home, even though after Alison was gone, it didn’t seem as much like home. That was why the kids had him move in with them. First Jane his 28 year old, his youngest. “HOLY CRAP!” had been his reaction when Alison had announced she was pregnant. “I’m too friggin’ OLD to have another kid!” He was kind of right, but abortion was very much out of the question. “You don’t have to be a Catholic to hate the idea of killing your own kid!” said the devout (sort of) Methodist. So, Jane had been born to a 54 year old man and his 53 year old wife. How, they never really understood, but considered Jane a true blessing.

Until Jane said, “Dad, I love you so much but you’re kind of cramping my style. No guy wants to date a girl who lives with her Dad.”

He took the ‘F.U.’ in stride and moved on to Steve who was now 44. It didn’t work out with Steve who tried to pass him on to Rudy (47) who wanted no part of Dad since they falling out they had over Bill Clinton back in 1992. Everyone said Rudy was a total douche for holding onto that, and he was, but that was Rudy. “I love that miserable little shit, as much as I don’t want to!” Eddy said many times after Rudy wouldn’t let the argument go, even after Eddy had apologized, and didn’t feel he HAD to, but wanted to reconnect with his son. Nope, Rudy WAS a miserable douche!

He got passed to Frank (48), Samantha (49) and Bob (54) and each time, something went wrong or they found they didn’t have enough room. Finally his oldest, Rick (56) gave it the best shot. He kept Eddy around for almost a year before one February night when Eddy went for a walk, got lost about a mile from home and then slipped on the ice, fracturing his elbow. It had taken almost 2 hours to find Eddy who by now was near freezing. He went straight to the Emergency Ward at St. Leonard’s Hospital and was admitted for the fracture and early hypothermia. After 2 days, he was allowed to go home, but Rick lamented on how it was killing him. He tearfully went on for almost an hour about how worried he always was, how much it was affecting his core family and how Eddy should truly consider a ‘retirement’ home. Always it was a ‘retirement’ home.

In truth, Eddy was in an assisted living complex that was almost as fun as a condominium for Senior Citizens. He had plenty of activities (yeah, BINGO was one of them) but it wasn’t limited to OLD PEOPLE stuff. They had a weekly dance, a piano bar which served beer and wine (three drink MAXIMUM)as well as some hard liquor, plus a pool, a game room, movie night and even a 3 alley bowling alley. “OK,” Eddy thought to himself, “This is pretty fucking good!” Eddy, being a Korean War veteran (6 years active Army, 2 years in-active), was a true gentleman to all the ladies, but occasionally could swear like nobody’s business.

One day Eddy was in the game room with a few of his cronies. It was wonderful how the vast majority of the residents made friends easily and would group up. Eddy, Roscoe, LeRoy and Sheldon were sitting playing “Battleship”, winner playing the next and the next. Roscoe had spent 12 years in the Navy and would often say just how silly the game was, only to be told to “Shut Up Swabie” by LeRoy, the Marine in the group and a World War 2 Veteran. At 94 he was oldest in the group and would often let them know it in no uncertain terms. Sheldon had been in the Army from about 1956-1964 getting out just prior to the Vietnam War really gearing up. He always said he was one of the luckiest men alive. He had just turned 80. All of them had their issues, age will do that, but overall, they were still very much on their games. Especially LeRoy who was sharp as a tack, just had a balance issue, that’s why he had ended up here instead of staying in his fancy retirement community.

And another thing Huntington House had were plenty of ladies. The boys all liked that. Well, there were a few here and there who batted for the other team, as many of the guys said, but the vast majority all had the attitude, “I love everyone and everyone should love me, just watch the hands!” LeRoy had no less than three girlfriends, one of whom was a mere 67; a cradle robber.

Sheldon had one nice lady he kept company with. Sarah Schwartzman was a lovely woman of 87. Sheldon said, he always liked older women. mecidiyeköy escort Lately they hadn’t spent as much time together, but they were close. Sarah had developed dementia since she and Sheldon ‘hooked up’ and it had been tough on both of them, but Sheldon still went by her room, a double, every other day for about an hour until she either got tired of him or forgot who he was there to see. Sheldon found it heart breaking, but still, she was something else.

Roscoe was the only one who was still actually married. His wife Lenore lived in town nearby. She was about 60 though Roscoe never really told anyone. She’d show up now and then but it was obvious that he was here and she was there because neither could really stand one and other. Roscoe was good with that and didn’t let his ‘institutionalization’ interfere with his social life.

Eddy, having only moved in about a year prior had made several female friends but nothing clicked. He still missed Alison greatly. She had been the apple of his eye, the core of his existence and the dream of his life. He would still occasionally cry at night when he thought of her. She had been a bombshell when she was young but unlike some women, as she aged, she didn’t age well. Eddy didn’t see it that way. She was a bombshell even lying in the casket at her wake. It had been tough saying good bye to the only woman he had ever loved and even in his time overseas, the only woman he had EVER slept with and the only woman he ever wanted to.

However, Eddy wasn’t one to cling TOO tightly to the past and knew he had to move on and enjoy the years he had left, be they 1 or 20. Everyone told him that mourning wasn’t going to allow him any enjoyment and they were right, but he still mourned, now and then, and privately. Though, he would now and then start to talk about her to whomever. He couldn’t help it, everyone understood. Well, Roscoe had a tough time with it. “Dammit, if I could just get that old battle axe to die, I’d take her insurance and buy a Lincoln and we’d all go to Vegas! Or somewhere closer. I might get lost going to Vegas.”

As the game of “Battleship” continued, with the Swabie beating the crap out of the Marine (which the two Army vets found HILARIOUS!) a new resident was getting a tour. Sheldon spotted her first and he just gasped leading LeRoy to call B-3, which he had already called. He got a bit angry at Sheldon until he looked over and saw what he was gasping about. “HOLY SHIT! She’s a looker, ain’t she boys?”

They all looked over and saw this stunning woman of maybe, 77 strolling along with the tour guide/activities coordinator, Lydia Lindscott. She had long grey hair in a pony tail (something many older women couldn’t carry off, but SHE did) and a nice figure. Her make-up was very tastefully done. The women in the House often either went overboard and looked like clowns or whores or went au natural. She had it perfect.

“I’m hard for the first time in 10 years,” said Roscoe, adding, “Or is it five. Shit, I’ve lost track. I could swear…”
LeRoy cut him off, “Will you pipe down. You’re distracting me from my oogling.”

As they gazed with lust upon the new resident, secretly they each began to form a plan of attack. Each knew the other would be interested and figured they’d have to get to her first. Well, not so much Sheldon. He paused as he looked and then said, rather quietly to himself, “Eh, whatever.” And he got up and said, “I’m going to visit Sarah.” And he left.

Eddy just gazed at her. She WAS stunning. He thought how it was funny that he and his guys would often look right past gorgeous women in their 40s or younger and be thoroughly impressed with women over the age of 65. He recalled when he was in his 40s ignoring the 20 some-things for the older women. “Age can change you,” He once told his son Rick when HE turned 50.

As they watched her, she was suddenly approached by Stan Kachinsky, a guy in his 90s who had never been in the service. Four-F he had claimed! “LAZY SLACKER!” LeRoy had exclaimed. However, Stan had the paperwork to prove it, even after all these years. Stan might have been in his 90s, but he was one of the most mentally and physically fit guys there. At the dances, he could Jitter-Bug for minutes at a time. His Stroll was a huge hit. Whereas many of the residents would only last for about 5 minutes, if you got Stan Strolling, he could go all night. Granted it wasn’t exactly a fast dance like the Twist or the Jitter-Bug, it was still a fair amount of work, especially for anyone over 70. Stan still had ALL of his hair and was pretty well put together, still working out in the House gym three days a month, sometimes more. He had almost all of his original teeth and with a Masters Degree in English Literature; he could talk up any woman and charm the pants off of her. He dressed impeccably as well. All the guys hated him, even his friends, though in a different, jealous kind of way.

Eddy watched as Stan walked şişli escort up and began to chat up the new comer. She was very polite and shook Stan’s hand. She smiled (“what a smile,” thought Eddy) “What a SMILE!” said Roscoe. As Stan introduced himself the new girl just smiled and they could see she just wanted to continue the tour and wasn’t interested in Stan.

“YOUSA!” shouted LeRoy as he leapt from his chair.

Every looked over at him and he sheepishly sat back down. “The game, I think I’m winning.” And he turned back to the boys and said, “Ah, who’s turn is it?”

They finished the game, Roscoe beating the living daylights out of LeRoy who was still suffering the sting of his outburst.

That night at dinner, the boys took their usual seats, well, Sheldon was still missing, but that would happen now and then. They looked over the menu. The Huntington House offered a meal plan where you had the option of 7 meals in the dining room per week. You could either have breakfast or dinner or just one or the other. Since most of the rooms had a small kitchenette, the residents could make their own meals. Eddy had opted for the meal plan and usually broke it up with 2 breakfasts and 5 dinners per week. He liked the social aspect of community dinners. He did enjoy just rolling out of bed and making his own breakfast, but felt now and then it was good to let someone else do the work. This plan worked well for him. The ‘gang’ had dinner all together on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. Every night at least two of them were there, but it alternated. The guys liked this, especially LeRoy who would often say that if he had to eat with all of them every night, he’d have flashbacks to Guadalcanal. “Eating with the same guys EVERY SINGLE DAMN NIGHT, should only happen in war. This AIN’T war.”

It was now Friday and it would be Eddy and Roscoe. They sat at their usual table, knowing they’d have to share. They were fine with it. If the three they put with them were boring, they’d have each other to talk to. Over came the tour guide, Ms. Lindscott. “Would you guys mind if a new resident sat with you? I’m trying to make it easier for her to get to know folks and this table has three empty seats.”

“Yeah, why not?” said Roscoe, HOPING it was that dame they had seen earlier. IT WAS! Ms. Lindscott brought her over and introduced her. “This is Roscoe…ah, I’m sorry, your last name escapes me.” She began.

“Fairweather; Roscoe Fairweather. I am humbled to be at your service.”

“Hi, I’m Eddy McFarlane. I’m pleased to meet you.” Both stuck out their hands at the same time and the woman, not knowing which way to go, stuck out both hands and said, “I’m Nellie. Nellie Shay. It’s fucking awesome to meet you guys!”

Both Eddy and Roscoe were a bit shocked. It wasn’t that unusual to hear a woman in their age bracket to use such language, but she didn’t LOOK the type.

“What’s good for grub in this fucking place?” She asked. Both the boys noticed that Ms. Lindscott had just vanished.

“Eddy? I don’t know, what do you usually order?” asked Roscoe, not knowing how to handle this. He was picturing this woman sounding like someone out of “Masterpiece Theatre”.

There were always three choices on the menu and the menu would change every night. Fridays it was often a fish dish, a hamburger of some sort and roast pork. “Uh, I guess fish?” said Eddy.

“Fish sucks. I think the fucking hamburger looks good. Do they put it on a bun or on the plate with some fucking vegetables? I would rather the veggies. Gotta watch my fucking weight, am I right? Shit, I don’t want to end up some fat old whale.” And she laughed like hell.

Eddy and Roscoe laughed along, uncomfortably.

They ordered dinner and then decided to visit the lounge for a glass of wine. When they got there Nellie asked the bartender, “You got any fucking whiskey in there or just pussy assed shit?”

The bartender said he did have whiskey but not top shelf. Would she like some of the lesser brand? “Why the fuck not?” She bellowed and slapped her hand on the bar. She turned to her new companions and said, “Eddy, right? You drinking GOOD stuff or that wine you mentioned. Should I say WHINE?” and she laughed again, once more slapping her hand on the bar.

Eddy hadn’t had whiskey in a few years. He’s always been a Crown Royal guy finding Canadian Whiskey much smoother than Scotch. He said, “What the fuck, I’ll take a fucking whiskey!”

Roscoe was stunned. He’d heard Eddy swear, but it was not a common thing. Was this woman becoming a bad influence? He shuffled up to the bar and said, “FUCKING WHISKEY!” Roscoe was NOT going to be shown up, and he still liked the idea of getting in this woman’s pants.

The three of them sipped their drinks and got acquainted. Nellie had been married to George for over 30 years. He had been her third husband. The first was Sam, and…”That scumbag just used me for sex. He’d fuck the shit out of kağıthane escort me then go out and fuck the shit outta some other bitch. I dumped him, FAST! I was 19 when I dumped him.” Roscoe gulped his drink and went for another. “ME TOOOOOO!” Nellie shouted in a sing song manner. “Yeah, me too,” added Eddy.

Roscoe brought back the three drinks and sat them down. Eddy had half of his first drink to go, Nellie’s first drink was gone, then so was her second. “I’ll tell you about number 2. What a wonderful man he was. So sad he got run over by a truck on our third week of marriage. Stupid jerk should have been watching more carefully. What a cock that guy had. Hung like a fucking horse! I never had sex like that again. I was 22 and sure I’d never find another man like him. I’m talking HUNG oh, and sweet. What the fuck was his name?”

Roscoe downed number two. Eddy just sat sipping, listening. Then, Eddy asked, “So, what about YOU. Tell us about YOU. Where are you from, what did you do? Forget the husbands.”

Nellie downed her second and sent Roscoe up for refills. When he got back, she said, “I was an English teacher. High School for 20 years then, I moved on up in the world and taught at a college for four years before retiring. Best fucking years of my life. I met George when I was at the high school. We fucked like rabbits and then then I got knocked up. He was sweet. I really loved him, ya know? I was 28, he was 40. We really hit it off. Of course his wife was unhappy but as soon as he dumped her, we tied the knot! Terrific 30 years until his heart attack on his 60th birthday. Very sad.”

Eddy was mesmerized. She was fascinating. Roscoe started to think of his own wife and how much better he could have done!

Once George was gone, I played the field for a few years. I got laid at more frat parties than you can shake a stick at. High school teaching was fun, but once I moved on to college, it was a whole new world. I didn’t have to hide it when I made it with a student like at the high school!” and she laughed like hell at that one. “I’m kidding boys, really.” And she winked and nudged Roscoe who smiled and groaned.

Roscoe reached over and finished Eddy’s first drink when he heard Nellie whisper to herself, “ah, young cock.”

Suddenly LeRoy came through the door and he zeroed in on Eddy and Roscoe and…HER! He almost ran (rather quickly walked) over to the table and sat down. “Hello all. How is everyone tonight?” then sticking out his hand towards Nellie he said, “Hi, I’m LeRoy. USMC. My, you are lovely. What might the name of this beautiful flower be?”

“I’m Nellie. Pleased to fucking meet you!” and she shook his hand, like a Marine. “Wow, some grip.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” LeRoy giggled. “You should see what else I can do.” He added. Roscoe and Eddy just looked at him.

They sat and chatted while LeRoy got his drinks. He got a little upset when Roscoe grabbed his second drink and finished it. Roscoe was getting woozy. LeRoy was just getting started. Nellie got up and walked over to the bar. It was apparent she could hold her booze. “Hey, how strong is that 3 drink max rule around here? You gonna shut off three VETERANS and a TEACHER? What the fuck are you, a COMMIE?”

The bartender tried to reason with her but finally said, “Tell NO ONE, just leave me alone.” And he poured four more.

Nellie brought them over and all four of the toasted the ‘good old days’ and kept talking. LeRoy was becoming more and more impressed with this lady. Roscoe was torn between turned on and scared. Eddy just could not get past how lovely she was. He barely heard anything but sweetness coming from her, whereas Roscoe was hearing EVERYTHING and looking at EVERYTHING. He noticed that as they spoke, she suddenly had three, not one button undone on her pink blouse. He could clearly see her lacy black bra and her cleavage was outstanding. Eddy didn’t seem to look past her face and LeRoy was so involved in what she had to say, even HE was oblivious to the marvelous show being put on. Those tits were FANTASTIC!

“So, dija ever make out with a teacher, boys?” asked Nellie. “I mean, when youze was in school?” She was getting a bit tipsy now, but Roscoe, who WAS tipsy wondered if she really was. She seemed to have a hollow leg. Was she setting them up. Roscoe scared himself by thinking rationally instead of just enjoying the show being put on by this lovely woman.

LeRoy said, “I never did finish High School. My country needed me.”

Roscoe suddenly got indignant, “Hey, you were 22 when you joined up, you told us. If you didn’t finish high school, don’t be blamin’ the war.”

LeRoy just shushed him and looked back at Nellie. “Don’t mind him. Shrapnel to the brain.” And he winked.

Eddy asked, “Nellie, do you like to dance?” as he heard Stardust come on in the background. Nellie said she did and they got up.

Roscoe and LeRoy just looked at each other in disbelief. They watched as Eddy dance slowly and closely with Nellie. Eddy seemed to be falling for her. Roscoe said, “I’d fall into bed, but in love is another matter all together. I could NEVER introduce her to my family.”

LeRoy said, “I’d be PROUD to introduce her to MY family and then tell them to go shit in their hats if they didn’t like her.”

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After the Spring Semester finals, I returned to my job from the previous summer, but I could hardly wait until August when I returned to my first apartment. I missed the sexual surprises and adventures with Kathy and Frank West.

Late July finally arrived and I gave my summer employer the traditional two weeks notice. I couldn’t wait to move back into my apartment. The final two weeks of work were a drag. I couldn’t keep my mind on the job and even getting organized for the coming school year didn’t occupy much of my time because I didn’t have much to pack since most of my stuff stayed at Kathy’s and Frank’s.

Finally the last Friday of the summer job arrived. I was on my way early the next morning. When I pulled my car into the parking space at the apartment, I barely took time to set the parking brake and lock the doors before I bailed out and went to find Kathy and Frank.

Instead of going straight to my apartment, I went through the gate and into the backyard. Kathy was working on some potted plants. Her back was to me. She was bent over from the waist. Her cutoff jeans had ridden up into her ass crack. Her butt cheeks were showing. She had a gorgeous ass. I couldn’t wait to slip my tongue and/or my cock between her cheeks.

“Hi, Kathy! Hard at gardening, huh?” She stood up and turned towards me.

“Rich!” she exclaimed. We ran towards each other. We hugged and she kissed me on the lips. “I’m glad you’re back.” I had my arms around her. She was wearing a tube top which barely contained her breasts. She was sweaty and she smelled, to me, like she was in heat. At this point, I was in heat. “Kathy, you look good enough to eat!” She just smiled and hugged me and pressed her body against me.

“Where is Frank?” “He was working on some light fixtures on the edge of the garage a few minutes ago.” I reluctantly took my arms from around Kathy, but I was able to give her ass a two handed squeeze before we released each other.

Frank was working up on a ladder. “Hi, Frank! What kind of lights are you installing?” Frank looked down from his ladder, “Oh, just some soft, indirect accent lighting.” I asked if I could help him. He said, “No, I’m just about finished.” I told him that I would go and unload my car while he finished. I was standing beside the ladder so before I walked away, I ran my hand up under the leg of his shorts and his skivvies to his cock. I brushed his balls with my fingertips and then wrapped my hand around his cock. I held his cock for a minute, then withdrew my hand. Frank looked at me and said he would hurry to finish up. I turned and walked back towards the gate.

By the time I finished hauling my stuff from the car and downstairs to my apartment, both Kathy and Frank had wrapped up their work. I had just put a case of drinks in the refrigerator, when I heard them knock as they came into the apartment. “How about a cold one”? “That sounds great”, replied Frank. As I got the drinks ready, Kathy said, “Let’s show you what we’ve put in since you left after last semester.”

We walked out into the basement adjacent to the apartment. What had been mainly a storage and laundry area had become a living and entertainment center. There had been a regular door which had opened onto the patio. It had been replaced with a large triple panel sliding door or wall system. “We can open those and this part of the basement becomes part of the patio.” I noticed this end of the patio was screened of by a low wall topped with landscaping. Frank said, “The landscaping provides privacy to the hot tub.” I then noticed the hot tub. Kathy spoke up. “We tore out the 3/4 bath that was there and put in a large double shower. And we are going to add a cedar sauna this winter.”

I looked around the rest of the basement. There was a weight bench, a treadmill, a stair step machine, a cycle, and a massage table along the end wall. The remainder of the room was divided by a hip-height wall topped by vertical blinds. There was a large home theatre along the wall. The area was furnished with futons and pillows. In the center was a low cushioned platform about eight or nine feet long and between three and four feet wide.

Kathy picked up a remote control. She pressed a button and the vertical blinds above the hip-height wall started to close. I heard another motor start and another set of vertical blinds was sliding into position on the glass wall system. Frank picked up a second remote and indirect lighting started to come on.

“Jeez, this is pretty slick. You’ve really been hard at work here.” Frank replied, “We call this the Fun Room. We had wanted a hot tub for a long time. Then, once we started, one improvement led to another.”

I noticed Kathy was running the cool bottle over the top of her breasts. “Boy, these tube tops, with all of this elastic and stuff, are really warm and uncomfortable.” With that, she sat the bottle down and pulled her tube top over her head. She flung the top onto the platform, then picked up the bottle and ran it up and yenibosna escort down between her breasts. “That feels good!” She turned towards Frank and ran her hand under his t-shirt and up his stomach. “I’m ready for a shower! Last one in, is a slowpoke!” She kicked off her sandals, set the bottle down and headed towards the shower. She stopped long enough to pull her cut-offs off and throw them towards us.

Frank pulled off his shoes, socks and t-shirt, dropped his shorts and followed her. I undressed and walked to the shower. Kathy was standing facing one of the shower heads. She had her head tilted back, her arms were raised and the water was cascading off her breasts, down her belly and over her pussy. Frank was standing behind her. His cock was semi-hard. He slipped his arms around her and hefted a breast in each hand.

As I stepped into the shower, I leaned over and sucked each of her nipples. I then got down on my knees and put my face against her pussy. Kathy spread her feet apart. I pushed my tongue through her pussy hair and between her labia. As I wiggled my tongue, I put a hand up between her legs. Frank had slipped his now hard cock between her ass cheeks. I ran my hand along the bottom of his cock and fondled his balls. Frank responded by pushing his cock in farther between Kathy’s thighs. I found Kathy’s clit with my tongue and lips. Kathy placed her hands against the back of my head and pushed my face into her pussy. As I sucked, nipped and licked her clit, I continued to stroke Frank’s cock and fondle his balls.

This continued until Kathy broke the action. As I stood up, she took a bar of soap and started lathering my chest. She worked her way down to my hard-on and balls. Frank had been washing her back. She turned to face him and started to lather his cock and balls. I found a bar of soap, stepped behind Frank and began to wash his back. I moved my hands around to his chest, then down to join Kathy on his cock and balls. Frank leaned against me. My cock was pressed up against his back.

Kathy moved away and Frank turned to face me. He grasped my cock as I fondled him. Kathy moved behind me. She lathered my back, then I felt her hand slide between my legs and up to my cock. She touched Frank’s hand, then slid her hand back. I felt a soapy finger probe my pucker. Then the soapy finger slipped into my asshole for just a minute. I gripped Frank’s cock as Kathy pulled her finger out slowly. We separated, rinsed off, turned off the water and stepped out to dry each other.

We silently walked back towards the Fun Room. Kathy stopped to pick up her cut-offs. As she bent over, the sight of her gorgeous ass stiffened my cock. Kathy said, “I hate to get dressed, but we had better plan dinner.” I pulled my shorts on, then sat on the platform. I noticed that when seated, my head was just about crotch height to a standing person. Kathy said, “We’ll try out the hot tub after dinner.”

The hot tub session was quiet and relaxing. We had eaten a large dinner and we had brought the wine with us to the hot tub. The quiet and the warm water made all of us sluggish. We talked about upcoming plans. I told them that about all I had to was to complete class registration before classes started next Monday. Frank was using some vacation time and Kathy said she had an all day bridge tournament that she had to leave for early Saturday morning.

Class registration took just a few minutes to complete since it was done electronically. I got the class schedule that I wanted because of pre-registration last spring. I paid my fees, bought the necessary books and software and then I was free until next Monday morning.

I helped Frank and Kathy with their projects and I picked up the yard work again. We seemed to be fumbling about trying to re-establish the sexual atmosphere that had existed earlier. I figured once the regular work, school, weekend routine was established everything else would quickly fall back into place.

And I was right. The Saturday morning sex began first thing, but it began in an unexpected way. I was showering when Frank stepped in with me. He sank to his knees and sucked my cock into his mouth. His hands went around to my ass and his nose was pressed against my pubic bone. His rapid sucking was like a baby nursing on a nipple. As my hard-on grew and my cock filled his mouth, he slowed down to a steady bobbing motion.

He stopped sucking, stood up and kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and he grasped my cock with one hand. He broke the wet sloppy French kiss. “I couldn’t wait any longer! I have to have . . . I want your cock now.” Frank stepped out of the shower. As I turned off the water, Frank picked up his robe and pulled a tube of lube out of the pocket. He squeezed some lube through the nozzle and onto his hand. As I stepped out of the shower, he gripped my cock and spread the lube over my cockhead and along the shaft. He squeezed another load of lube into his hand, then he zeytinburnu escort handed the tube to me. He turned around, put one hand on the edge of the sink, bent over and spread the lube on his other hand around his asshole. He slipped one finger into his ass.

When he was done, he put both hands on the edge of the sink, spread his feet apart, looked up into our reflections in the mirror, and said, “Fuck me!” He sounded desperate. I looked at his ass, which was shiny with the lube, and at his ball sack dangling between his thighs. I squeezed another glob of lube onto my cockhead and fondled his balls while I pushed the nozzle into his asshole and squeezed the lube into his ass. As I pulled the nozzle out, Frank said, “Hurry up!. Don’t go slowly!”

I aimed my cock at his asshole, pressed the cockhead against his pucker and in a steady push through his anal ring, buried my cock deep in his ass. I watched Frank’s face in the mirror. He grimaced as my cockhead pushed trough his anal ring, but then he let out a soft continuous sigh as my cock slid deep into his ass. He looked up into the mirror and grinned at me. He wiggled his ass and said, “Don’t just stand there. Fuck me.” I pulled out until I felt resistance from his anal ring, then I set up a steady pumping action. It was warm in the bathroom. I was sweating and every time I bottomed in Frank’s ass, my balls would swing against his. Frank reached back under his stomach and fondled my balls. “Stop. Let’s get on the bed.” I pulled my cock out with a pop. Frank stood up, gave me a sloppy French kiss and turned to walk into my bedroom.

He lay down on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest. “Get back in the saddle, Rich.” I got on my knees and pushed my cock back up his ass. His cock was hard as a rock and flat against his stomach. His cock moved about as I pumped into his ass. Pre-cum from his cockhead was being smeared on his stomach. I held Frank’s ankles up and settled into a steady motion.

I heard Katy come down the inside stairs and into the bedroom. “You guys look like you are having fun.” She stood by the bed and watched me fuck her husband. Frank grinned at her and folded his arms behind his head. “Neither of you know how great a hard cock feels when it is deep in your ass.” Kathy sat on the edge of the bed and continued to watch. She leaned over and kissed Frank on the lips. She stood up and said, “Fuck him until he begs you to stop, Rich.” She bent over and wiped a bit of pre-cum off Frank’s cockhead. She bent over further and placed her lips around his cockhead. She then straightened up, wiped the pre-cum from her finger on to my lips and gave me a French kiss. On her way out, she stopped. looked at me. licked her lips then applied a dark red lipstick, licked her lips again and turned and went back up the stairs.

Frank told me that he wanted me to cum on his cock, then he wanted me to jack his cock until he came. I returned to pumping my cock in and out of his ass. Frank clinched his ass tight. My nuts started to tighten up and I pumped faster as my breathing rate increased and my cock got harder. I blew one wad into Frank’s ass before I was able to pull out and hold my cock while I shot my wad over his cock, balls and stomach. I grasped his hard-on and started to beat Frank’s meat. He arched his back after a few vigorous strokes and blew his wad over his stomach.

Frank sat up. He leaned forward and kissed me, then he gripped my cock. “Too bad, you are not into sucking cock and ass fucking, Rich. I know you would like it and I’d love to 69 with you and then blow my load up your ass.” He lay back down and smeared our combined cum over his stomach. He licked his finger tips, then rolled over, got off the bed and headed upstairs.

I went back to shower again. I thought about what Frank had said. I grasped my cock and beat it until I shot a second load onto the shower wall.

Late Sunday morning, Frank left to watch pre-season football with his buddies. I read the newspaper and puttered around getting some of my stuff ready for class tomorrow. It was quiet upstairs. I wondered where Kathy was. I found her sun tanning on the patio. She was lying on her stomach on a banana lounge. She was wearing a tie bikini. The top was untied. As I opened the patio door, Kathy raised up and turned towards the door. I focused on the curve of her breast as she turned towards me.

“Hi, Kathy. May I join you?” “Sure, Rich. Pull up a lounge.” I pulled my t-shirt off and sat down on a lounge next to hers. “I see you don’t like tan lines.” “No, but there isn’t much I can do about most of them.” I looked around the patio and the rest of the back yard. “There’s several places around here where, with some additional screening like either a stretch of fence or some plants, you could make places where you could sun tan in the nude.” “Really?” “Sure, let’s go look around.” “O.K. Tie my top, will you?”

We walked around the yard and I showed Kathy several mecidiyeköy escort little alcoves and other places where some screening would increase the privacy so one could work on an all over tan, if one wanted to. Some of the places caught the morning sun, some the afternoon sun and one, with the right kind of walls to reflect and focus the suns rays, could probably be used on sunny days throughout the winter.

“I’ll have to think about screening some of these places,” Kathy said, “I’ve never been outdoors and been completely nude.”

I asked Kathy if we could talk about Saturday morning. She took my hand and said, “Let’s go inside.” We walked into the Fun Room and sat on the edge of the platform. I said, “Where do I start?” Before I could say anything else, Kathy said, “Let me begin. I think you sense the same thing that I do. I think Frank is more Gay than Bi. I think I suspected that earlier, but I wasn’t sure until we began our threesomes last spring.”

“We have good sex together, just not as frequent or as much as I want. But he perked up when you returned. Especially after you ran your hand up his leg when you first got here.” I told her that he completely caught me off guard in the shower. She said, “I know. Seeing you two in bed and his big grin caught me off guard too. But I can handle it, if you can handle it. I’ve taken up competitive bridge to sort of give us a buffer and to give myself a diversion.”

I stood up, took her hands, pulled her to her feet and hugged her. “You’re something else.” She slipped her hands down the front of my shorts to my cock. “What I am is horny.” I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them. I untied her bikini top. The white of her skin made her nipples stand out against the her sun tan. I dropped to my knees and untied her bikini bottom. The white vee across her hips and thighs pointed like an arrow to her pussy. I nuzzled my nose in her pussy hair. I turned her around. I stuck my nose and tongue between her ass cheeks and licked up her spine to her neck. As I stood up, I pressed my cock into her ass crack.

“Your beautiful. Your ass is gorgeous.” “I’ve got a squatty body. My tits and ass are too big for the rest of me. Frank says my ass is built for comfort.” “Let’s get comfortable then. I want to make love with you, tits, ass and all.”

We walked to my bedroom. I sat Kathy on the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs. I began to kiss and lick her pussy. She lay back and spread her legs. I licked up her slit to her clit. I sucked and nipped her clit until she sat up and asked me to get on the bed.

I lay down on the bed and Kathy moved around and got on her knees with her pussy over my face. I pulled her hips down and resumed eating her pussy. She leaned over, grasped my cock and then slid it into her mouth. I stopped sucking on her clit long enough to enjoy feeling her lips slide down my cock almost to the base. She pulled back up my cock and then started to run the tip of her tongue around my cockhead. I found her clit with my lips again and I reached down and cupped one of her breasts in the palm of one hand. I spread my legs and we settled into clit and cock sucking 69.

Kathy pulled off, turned around and kissed my pussy juice wet mouth. Without a word she straddled my hips, held my cock in position with one hand and sat down on my cock. She shifted her hips until she was comfortably positioned and then sat still. I thrust up with my hips and we began a steady motion. Neither of us said a word as my cock slid in and out of her warm, tight, slick love tunnel.

Kathy leaned forward so her breasts were near my face. “Suck my tits.” I tried to catch a nipple with my lips. This broke our fucking motion. Kathy placed her hands on either side of my head. She was on her hands and knees and she began to pump her hips so her pussy slid up and down my cock. She finally got a steady rhythm set up. He breasts would swing near my mouth and I would try to catch a nipple with my lips as they went by. Kathy was working hard and panting. I stopped her and pushed her hips down so we were lying belly to belly.

While she rested, I began to trust my hips again. I slid my hands down her back so I could hold her ass cheeks. After a few moments, I told Kathy that we should roll over. We completed an awkward barrel roll without breaking our fucking connection. We laughed and giggled while we shifted around into a comfortable missionary position. Kathy hooked her legs over mine and wrapped her arms around me. I slid my hands alongside her shoulders so I could hold her head with my hands. I started pumping my ass and soon we had a steady motion re-established. Kathy began to move her hips too. We kissed and French kissed as we fucked.

Finally, we slowed down. Neither of us had cum or was even near cumming. We kissed and caressed each other as everything “petered” out. We hugged and talked as we lay together in the afterglow of a friendly, companionable fuck.

Kathy said, “Other than each other, we should find something to eat.” I told her I had all sorts of sandwich makings. We walked into the kitchen. I got a couple of towels to put on the metal chairs as Kathy started to get out dishes and so forth. As we ate our sandwiches, I looked at Kathy’s breasts. “Your pink nipples and the white skin around them look strange against your tan.”

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It seemed like such a good idea at the time. I was close to failing science and Mrs. Tavorski was such a good teacher that when she offered to tutor me after school, I had to say yes. At first, everything was fine, it was boring high school science review and Mrs. Tavorski was a good teacher, my problem was mostly paying attention to the material (I still think it was boring) and she kept me focused.

Eventually we had to stop using the school facilities for tutoring. Budget cuts and all that demanded no non-essential after school activities. I guess football and cheerleading practice were essential but tutoring students wasn’t. No matter. I soon found myself sitting at her kitchen table. And that’s where my troubles began.

I was going over the latest lessons on the periodic table of elements when suddenly her hand landed in my lap. This wasn’t just a casual brushing by of her hand on my thigh that happens when two people sit next to each other. It wasn’t a simple mistake of forgetting where she was. Her hand reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. At first I was surprised, then like any high school boy, I was suddenly rock-hard.

“I thought as much,” she said to me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, shocked. I didn’t know what else to do. I mean, whose teacher suddenly just grabs their package in the middle of a study session.

“Feeling your cock,” she replied with a smile. I was still hard and even through several layers of clothing I was enjoying her massaging my cock. “It’s nice,” she complimented me.”

“You shouldn’t be doing that,” I told her. Stupid, I know.

“I know,” she agreed but didn’t stop.

It wasn’t that Mrs. Tavorski was ugly, far from it. That wasn’t it at all. At the beginning of the school year she announced she had just turned thirty-five, it was an odd announcement from a teacher, but it was her birthday. That make her slightly less than twice my age; I had turned eighteen over the summer. None of the guys in school every said she was ugly, maybe she wasn’t a teenaged cheerleader, but she was in good shape, had a perfectly shaped face and blond hair that fell straight to her shoulders. Nothing to complain about at all.

She didn’t stop moving her hand and I spent the next minute trying not to cum in my pants. “Why don’t you tell me to stop?” she asked.

“Because I don’t want you to,” I choked out.

Her smile grew big and bright. “I thought so.” And then she got down on her knees on the kitchen linoleum, unzipped my pants, took out my cock and put it in her mouth.

I’d gotten head only three times before in my life, all from the same girl I worked with at a kids’ summer camp. Melanie was nice enough—and I shouldn’t complain about anyone who deigned to give me both blowjobs and handjobs—but her skills were nothing compared to Mrs. Tavorski. I wasn’t in her mouth for more than a minute of her sucking and rubbing her hand up and down my shaft before I exploded.

Sometimes nothing feels as good as cumming, sometimes it’s painful; this time it was both and wonderful.

She also did something Melanie wasn’t able or willing to do. She swallowed my load. That was what made it so pendik escort good, not the actual organism, but the sensations afterwards when she was still suck and swallowing.

A bit of my white semen had escaped her lips and she wiped this off her chin with her fingers. Mrs. Tavorski then licked her fingers clean.

“I’m always amazed how quickly teenaged boys can cum,” she said, resting her head on my thigh.

“Sorry,” I apologized. I didn’t know what else to say. What do you say when your pants are around your ankles and your science teacher’s head in resting on your lap?

“No need to apologize. That was just the warm-up anyway.” She stood up and grabbed my hand. “Come to the bedroom and we’ll fuck.”

I sat rooted in the kitchen chair. “What?”

She gave me a withering stare. The same stare she gave to students giving a lame excuse for not doing their homework or failing an easy quiz. “I’m not some little high school girl,” she explained carefully to me. “I want to fuck you now. I’m not content to just give a blowjob and be done with it. Now move.”

There was no consideration for what I wanted. In retrospect what I want to do was fuck Mrs. Tavorski, but I didn’t know how to go about doing that. She told me what to do and I went along willingly because I wanted to.

I followed her to the bedroom, holding up my pants with one hand and holding her hand with the other. When we go to the bedroom she dropped my hand and pulled off her shirt. She was wearing a white, practically transparent bra that did nothing to hide her dark, hard nipples. I froze, once again not knowing what to do.

“Take of your clothes,” she ordered.

I followed the command mechanically, not taking my eyes off her still-hidden breasts. Except for Melanie I’d never been naked in front of a woman before. It didn’t matter to my cock. Already it was almost fully erect again.

“That’s why I like young men,” she said, staring at my crotch.

She pulled down her pants and flipped the covers off the bed. For an older woman she was in surprisingly good shape. I could tell this because in her bra and panties there was precious little to hide from me. Smooth, almost flawless skin, no heavy tan lines or obnoxious tattoos, just the perfect body of what I had until minutes before thought was an otherwise innocent high school teacher.

Patting the bed next to her she invited me on board. “C’mon, time for your reward, you’ve been working very hard in your science class.”

I couldn’t move so she grabbed my cock and dragged me onto the bed. It was then I remembered Mrs. Tavorski was married. But this was out of my control. Mrs. Tavorski was in charge and I had to do what she told me.

“Are you a virgin, Jimmy?” she asked me asked as we lay next to each other on the bed. I was frozen with fear and excitement.

“Y-Y-Y-Yes,” I stammered out.

“Good, you’ll love this then.” She smiled. “Take of my panties.”

I nodded and did what she told me. She was on her back and when I put my hands on her hips to slip the plain white material down her legs, she arched up her hips so I would strip rus escort her all the easier. I couldn’t look at her pussy at first, it seemed wrong. But she was the one who brought me here.

Like any teenager with an internet connection I had perused my fair share of porn on the web. What Mrs. Tavorski had wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before. Except it was live in from of me and it was beautiful.

She didn’t have a big, unshaven bush like some example of scary porn from the seventies. Mrs. Tavorski had carefully sculpted her pubes into a perfectly vertical line that just covered the puffy lips of her pussy and extended along her slit coming to a point that aimed directly at her navel.

I gasped when she opened her legs and showed me her cunt; it was beautiful.

“I’m glad you approve,” Mrs. Tavorski said, smiling down at me. Her labia were wet and spread open like some alien flower. A moment after she opened herself to me, her scent wafted up to me and my cock became even harder. “Let’s see what you can do with that tongue,” she said, reaching up for me, wrapping her fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me down to her womanhood.

I’d never gone down on a woman before. I didn’t know exactly what to do, but I think I did okay judging by the moans Mrs. Tavorski let out as I worked my way around her labia and clit. I rubbed my cock into the sheets, keeping it hard, but not too hard, I didn’t want to cum on her sheets; I wanted to cum in her.

Not knowing what I was doing, I had no idea if I was any good at going down on a woman. Apparently I was good enough; Mrs. Tavorski moaned and wiggled around quite a bit until she finally pushed me away from her pussy.

“That’s enough,” she panted. “Lay down.”

What could I do? She was my teacher, so I had to do as she ordered. It was an easy order to follow.

Once I was on my back, she straddled my hips between her thighs and grabbed my cock. “Are you ready?” she asked, a big smile on her lips, my cock poised to enter her pussy.

I could only nod, my voice had left me.

“You didn’t think you’d be fucking your teacher when you woke up this morning, did you?” she asked me.

I shook my head no.

She smiled. The whole situation was odd, her above me, wearing her bra still, but her nipples clearly visible through the sheer material, her hand on my cock about to guide it into her body.

“Then you’re living every teenage boy’s dream, aren’t you?” she asked as she lowered herself onto me.

I couldn’t answer her. My cock slipped easily into her cunt. It was hot and slick and tight and wonderful.

I must have moaned or made some motion of distress. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Don’t cum too fast,” she said. “I want to enjoy this.”

And she did. Her hips went up and down, back and forth, occasionally reaching between us to better position my cock inside her body or to play with her clit. I know I wasn’t very good, mostly a just laid there, once in a while lifting my hips up to meet her thrusts, but I was practically paralyzed by the situation. I didn’t last very long, but when I sancaktepe escort did cum it was hard and fierce. I cried out because the pain was beautiful. It seemed like each wave of organism was an electric shock to my body: painful when experienced, wonderful when it ended, but leaving me wanting it to happen again.

Mrs. Tavorski collapsed against me, shaking slightly. I suppose she must have cum too, but I was too involved with myself to be really sure. “That was wonderful,” she said with a kiss to my neck.

“Thank you,” I whispered to her.

“Oh, you’re more than welcome,” she said, rolling off me. My cock was covered with my cum, more of which was still leaking out of her pussy. “Wow, you sure shoot a lot, don’t you,” she complimented me.

Then she did the most amazing thing. She put her hand between her legs, wiped up the leaking cum, and licked it off her fingers. I expected her to do that when she gave me head, but to taste and eat my cum mixed with her pussy juice was amazing. Apparently I had a lot to learn about human sexual behavior.

“It’s a good thing we finished all your homework already,” she told me, “because I don’t have the energy to do anything for the rest of the night.” She glanced down to my crotch; my cock was still semi-rigid, but was fading. “And it’s a good thing that you seem to be done for the moment.”

We lay there next to each other a few minutes, I didn’t know what to do and Mrs. Tavorski seemed to be drifting off to sleep. To keep her awake I started talking.

“What do we do now?” I asked her.

Her eyes were mostly closed when she answered. “You go home. I go to sleep. In school we act the same.” She smiled, her eyes still closed. “And you don’t tell my husband you fucked me.”

This started my heart pumping and I jumped out of the bed. “Herman! You’re married. I’m so dead!” I started grabbing my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as I could.

She laughed, her eyes were still closed. “Only if we get caught,” she said, half singing in her semi-drowsy state.

The sticky remains of our fucking clung to my cock and pubic hairs. I wanted to wipe it off; instead I just pulled on my underwear and decided to get the hell out of there. “You’re crazy,” I said to her, only half meaning it, but wanting to make clear that we wouldn’t be doing this again. “What if we get caught? What’ll happen?”

This question seemed to wake her up. She opened her eyes and raised her head slightly to look at me as I finished buttoning my shirt. “What will happen?” she asked and laughed lightly. “What if we get caught? To you, nothing. You’re of age, you have nothing to lose, you can fuck and suck anyone you want. Me on the other hand…” she trailed off and rested her head back down on the pillow. Her eyes closed again. “I could be divorced. I could get arrested, probably for corrupting the morals of a minor, even though you don’t really qualify as that anymore. I could lose my job—the school frowns on teachers having sex with their students, you know.”

“I know,” I mumbled. Actually, I didn’t really know, but it only made sense. And it seemed that just the idea of fucking someone who could cause her this much misery was what made her happy. She was a twisted unit. I finished dressing in silence and started to leave.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she called to me. “Wear those tight jeans, they make you look good.”

Her voice rang in my ears as I grabbed my books and left through the kitchen door.

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You pull me back into your arms and rest your head on my shoulder. The weight of your head and the sweet, citrus scent of your hair comforts and arouses me. We both turn to look out at the view, as our taxi driver takes us over the harbour bridge. It has been raining outside. The wet, jet black roads of the intertwining motorway reflect the multi coloured lights of the city. I turn to you in search for your eyes. I find them, along with a little sly grin that your lips are wearing. You stroke the side of my face and run your thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it down to open my mouth slightly.

Our kiss is sweet and long. I savour the taste of you as your tongue explores mine. I moan into your mouth as I feel your hand slip from my knee upwards, dragging the material of my dark blue satin skirt up my thigh. You sink your hand between my inner legs. I jump as you make contact with the cotton that separates my aching burn from your fingertips. You kiss me harder, more urgently as your fingers plunge against my soaking g sting to find my clit. You start to rub me slowly. I realise the full extent of my arousal knowing that your fingers are separated slightly and on either side of my swollen aching clitoris. It’s never this engorged, baby you make me feel so hot.

I break our kiss and look into the driver’s rear vision mirror. He is watching us. Just as I move my hand down to push yours away, you speed up the intensity. Rubbing me harder and faster. I start to feel my pussy contract. A sweet pulsing runs through me and shakes my body to the core. You pull my head into your chest, muffling my moans with your hold. I look up into your eyes, you see a tear that stings mine. Exposed, my feelings so raw. I look away and hope to God I haven’t scared you. You pull my face back to yours and kiss my cheek gently. Your lips linger and I suddenly feel safe.

The rest of our journey to my apartment is made in comfortable silence. A short, delicate kiss or nibble to each others neck or ear every so often. I want to talk to you, ask you your name. Something is stopping me.

The taxi pulls into my apartment’s entrance and comes to a stand still. Nerves hit my gut, I feel like I’m in sensory overload. I hand over enough notes to keep the driver happy and swing the door open. Stepping out, the cool spring air caresses my warm skin. I turn to offer you my hand. You accept it and slide over and out the door thanking our driver as you depart his car.
You rest your hand on to my back as I swipe us into the building.

Looking around at the sterile lobby, I feel comforted as you run your hand down my back and rest it on my ass. We wait patiently for one of the lifts to arrive sarıyer escort on the ground floor. I pull you into me and lean down slightly to kiss you, your arms wrap around my waist and I melt into you. I hear the lift chime as it reaches us. We separate slowly and turn. Karl walks out of the lift and stares at us. Maybe now he will realise why his advances on me never work. We greet each other in a friendly manner and he hovers in front of us, waiting to be introduced to you. You smile sweetly at him and wish him a good night as you step past him into the lift pulling me with you.

The lift starts with a jump and you move to stand opposite me. Leaning yourself against the mirrored wall, I watch you slowly run your hand up your thigh and across your torso. Brushing your hand against you breast, you seek out your nipple. Pinching it, rolling it between your fingers, you look into my eyes. You see my raw desire and you move to me and press yourself against me while your hands run over my back, clasping my ass and drawing me into you. I feel like you are teasing every inch of my body, my pussy is aching. Fuck, I want you.

We walk into my apartment. You throw your bag and jacket onto my couch and look around, soaking in the environment I have built around me. You make your way to the doors that lead out to the balcony. Pushing them open, you step out. I watch you, standing, looking at the night view of the stretched out city. I plop my purse on the kitchen bench and ask if you would like a drink. You turn around slowly and say “Only if it is you I’m drinking.”

I can feel my own wetness between my legs. I am sure that I won’t disappoint you. I walk to you, almost giddy with lust. I step out and join you on the balcony. “Nice view you have here baby.” you say as you reach for my ass “Let’s see if we can improve on it.” With that you unzip my skirt, which drops to the tiles under us. You spin me around and hold onto the railing as you squat down in front of me. You take the string of my thong that covers me and start to drag it down over my hips and thighs. I help you with my hands and soon it drops down to keep my skirt company.

I moan as I lean back and feel the cold caress of the balcony’s railing. I watch you kiss up my thigh and lean in to my mound, kissing the bottom of my small, trimmed strip of pubic hair. You pick up my right leg and lift it up, resting it on you shoulder. I feel you trace a finger from my pussy’s opening up to my swollen, throbbing clit. I watch you draw you finger into you mouth and suck on it. You stare up into my eyes and moan as you taste me.

I look either side of the apartment sefaköy escort to check my neighbours aren’t up. I relax further as I realise their lights are out and wait with batted breath for your mouth to find my clit. You lick my pussy lips slowly and I moan as your tongue runs between them, upwards. I push against you as your tensed tongue rests on and flicks my clit. You suck it into your mouth and build up a steady rhythm. I just about loose my balance as I feel two of your fingers thrust into my pussy. My muscles grip around them, trying to draw them in deeper.

“I want to see you.” I plead and pull you back up onto your feet. You stand up and kiss me and taste myself on you. I lead you into my bedroom and can’t help but rip your dress off. You remove my blouse with the same urgency. We tumble onto my bed and roll around like two animals in heat. Body parts every. Hands everywhere. Mouths everywhere. This is torture, “Fuck me!” I cry.

You leave my side and I feel the mattress move with you. You lift up my leg and you push yourself down to meet me. Mound on mound, we start to rub against each other. Our cunts collide and we bump and grind our sweet juices mingling. Hips rotating and then slamming back down into the bed. Our rubbing becomes more urgent, frantic. I feel you shove your fingers between us. You rub your clit hard and I bump mine into your fingers at the same time. Our orgasms build together, the sounds of our moans joining make their own song. As I cum and feel you shake against me. We continue to rub against each other slowly, riding out our pleasure for as long as we can.

I feel you relax, exhausted, I drag myself out and crawl down the bed to lye next to you. We share a lazy kiss and I run my hands over your body. I move down to your breasts and take one of your nipples in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around it, I feel overwhelmed with my own desire and I bite down gently on your nipple. I feel you arch your back and you grown. Our kisses and caresses remove the remaining tension out of my body.

I sit up and look at you. You’re so beautiful. The lights from the city make your skin glow. I ask you if I can help clean you up. You hold my stare and say “Only if I can do the same for you.” I give you a sly smile and wink.
“Sit on my face.” You command. I oblige, turning and lifting a leg to kneel above you. I feel your hands on my ass and your tongue lap against my skin. It sends shivers down my spin. I breathe you in, smelling you and glide my tongue down, as far as I can reach. I taste us, and want more. I push my fingers into you and lift them to my mouth. Mmmm, yummy. My fingers can’t şerifali escort help but find your clit. I want to know if you are aroused again.

You are. I feel your swollen love bud jump as my fingers meet it. You moan into my clit and the sound vibrates against me. We push our fingers into each others greedy wet cunts and start fucking. I grunt as you add a third, then a forth finger. Filling me. Paining and pleasing me. Fuck, I feel like I am going to burst on top of you.

I loose all sense of reality as I plunge my fingers deeper and harder into you. I feel you thrust up to meet them. I scream as you bring a hand down hard on my ass just as you thrust you fingers back into me. I convulse around you and my muscles contract, clinging and pulsating around you. I feel like I am about to pass out and I shudder as my orgasm ripples through.

I recover slowly and feel the touch of your warm tongue, gently pressing against my clit. I climb off you and pull you up with me. “Get on all fours baby.” You do. I rub your hands over your ass and bend to lick you from pussy up to the small of your back. You’re body shudders as my tongue passes over your asshole. My fingers re-enter your hot wet cunt. I pump them in harder and faster as I lubricate the forefinger of my left hand with your wetness. I press it against your sphincter and gently start to push it in.

Your muscles tighten and resist me, but you buck against my finger, allowing it to enter your heat. With one hand pumping your pussy hard and deep and the finger of my other hand probing in and out of your hot, sweet ass, you start to buckle under my hands. A chorus of moans and grunts caress my ears and your muscles tighten around my fingers. The sweet pulsations that run through go on for seconds upon seconds.
I start to drift off in the warm embrace of your arms. “What is your name honey?” you ask in a soft quiet voice. “Hannah.” I manage and just as I’m about to ask you the same question, sleep takes me.

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I wake slowly, its still dark. I stretch my upper body, letting out a quiet yawn. I roll over to find you, but all I meet is an empty space. My hand touches the sheet where you were lying, its cold. I curl up into a ball to rid myself of my sudden loneliness and drift back off to sleep.

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My phone rings and in my sleepy state, I fumble while picking it up and I drop the call. You creep back into my mind and I think back to the evening we shared. I roll over and look to where I wish your head rested. I catch a glimpse of a folded piece of paper and my heart starts to beat in double time. I grab it and open it quickly. My eyes skim over your short note but the words burr together. I try to reread it and slowly the words start to separate. “Ellen is a beautiful name.” I think to myself and reach for my cell phone to save your number to my contacts list. I hope to see you again soon.

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