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This time, it’s all just for you…

I lay you down on the soft bed, the high-quality cotton sheets feeling satiny against your bare skin. I move onto the bed beside you, still in my underwear. I look deeply into your eyes, my hazel eyes drilling into you. My arousal and desire for you have the golden flecks in my eyes highlighted and sparkling.

“Take your underwear off,” you say, reaching down for them.

“No,” I reply, grasping your wrist firmly but gently. “This is all just for you.”

I move your hand to your side and release it, and then move in. I begin with a light kiss, my body suspended over yours on my hands. My lips caress yours, then part, my tongue coming out and gently gliding over your lips. I turn my head and press down, my lips pressing into yours more urgently, parting them. You realize after a few seconds that my tongue has not invaded your mouth as you expected, and you keep your tongue in as well. I keep my mouth open as the kiss gets hotter, a deep soul kiss that you have to break from to catch you breath. You look up at me, and see a mischievous smile on my face, my eyes twinkling.

“That was…uh…different,” you say.

“Thanks…I love doing that. It usually takes you by surprise.”

I move down again, beginning another kiss. You wrap your arms around me, feeling the muscles in my back as I keep myself raised above you. I open my lips again, and you moan softly as we begin another soul kiss. I slowly lower my body onto yours, as you part your legs, our bodies fitting together as though made for each other. You can feel my heart beating, racing, against your bare breast.

My hands go to your hair, running my fingers through it, as my tongue explores, first your lips and then moves into your mouth to dance with your tongue. You can feel my arousal, feel the hardness as it grows, pressed between your thighs against your mound. You wrap your legs around me, and we rock together, our bodies moving in a slow mating dance, only my briefs keeping us apart. You can feel me throbbing, my hard member aching to break free of the satiny constraints and delve into you. You feel yourself getting wet, lips parting, ready to take me in.

But that is not to be, not this time.

Our kisses get hotter, my lips burning as I move along your face, kissing and licking your cheeks, ears, along your jaw line, and onto your neck. One of my hands slips under your neck and holds your head while I kiss you, hard, moaning, driving my tongue into your mouth all the way the way you want me to plunge myself into you.

But it’s just a tease.

I break the kiss, and lift myself off of you, kissing and licking down your body slowly. I move along your collarbone, and you arch your neck, craning your head to the side, so I can keep moving up your neck and back to your lips. I suck on your bottom lip, pulling it slightly, a smile on my face.

I move down, putting my weight on my knees as I kiss into the sweet valley between your breasts. I kiss my way around each breast, moving to each side of your body as I make my way. I run my tongue between them, down your cleavage to your navel, and then back up. Then I go around your breasts again, this time licking, and lightly nibbling. You squirm, moaning softly, your hands in my hair and caressing my shoulders. I finally begin kissing and licking my way to the tops, circling the areolas with my lips and tongue. Your nipples stand erect, aching, straining. I flick my tongue over each, softly at first, and then harder, so you feel it. I wrap my lips around each one, sucking, pressing with my teeth through my lips. I lick around each one, tasting your sweat from excitement and arousal, and I moan softly again. I finally take one between my teeth gently, but with pressure, and pull on it slightly. You moan, eyes closed and head rolling from side to side, your legs twitching, and your hands fluttering in my hair, saying breathlessly moaning, “Yes…” I let go, letting it pop back.

I do the same with the balgat escort other, with similar results. Then I bring my hands up to your breast, and cup them, feeling the fullness in my hands, the weight, and your soft, soft skin. I hold one still as I open my mouth wide, and bring your tit to my mouth, inhaling it, bring as much as I can into my eager mouth. I suck hard, squeezing both breasts. You moan more, and I love making you moan, how hearing your pleasure heightens my arousal even more. I let your breast fall from my mouth, wet, aching, with light teeth marks on them. I move to the other breast and do the same, and you moan more, again saying “Yes…oh, yes…”, and I chuckle, so happy to please you, and you feel each bounce of my head on your tit I have engulfed in my mouth. It feels as though I’m trying to eat it, to feed on it, to devour you. I let it fall from my mouth, and then lick along the bite marks on each breast.

I kiss between your breasts again, and they heave a bit, as your heart races and breath gets heavier. I kiss down your stomach, pausing to flick my tongue along the edge of your navel, before scooting on my knees further down, a smile on my face as I inhale the intoxicating aroma of your sweet nectar.

I kiss and lick along your bikini line, that sensitive area where leg meets trunk, where thigh touches stomach. My tongue brushes so lightly on your skin that it almost tickles. I sit up onto my knees, and lift your legs, one in each hand, and begin kissing your ankles. My tongue snakes over the top of your foot, and I begin kissing each toe, circling it with my tongue, then running it along your arch, back to your heel. I move to your other leg and do the same, my eyes watching you to see how you are reacting. I then start kissing and licking down one leg, sucking hard on your strong curved calf, licking my way to the backs of your knee. Then I move on, going along your inner thigh, going from kiss to lick, to just a brush of my lips, changing how soft and hard each touch is, until my face is where I love to be most of all: between your sexy thighs.

I run my hands softly along your skin, on the outside of your legs, going down your hips, to your thighs, down past your knees to your calves and ankles. I slip my hands to the insides of your legs, and begin moving back up, cupping your calves in them to enjoy the shape and curve, caressing lightly along your sensitive inner thighs, until they are on your torso, fingers and thumbs parted, framing your beautiful pussy. My fingers caress the smooth skin on each side, and my thumbs massage the labia, spreading the lips, feeling the heat and wetness. Your body begins to shiver slightly, and I take that as a cue.

I move close and very lightly flick my tongue along each of your lips, tasting you. I lick all around, underneath and on the sides, above, but avoid touching your clitoris yet. I lower my tongue into the cleft between the lips, just barely entering you. I then flick my tongue up quick, getting your juices on them, but still not touching your clit. I smile and moan, savoring your taste in my mouth. I lick your lips more, and bury my tongue inside you, getting as much of your juice as I can. I lap at your slit, my hands pulling up so it tightens, and your engorged clit slips from under the hood and throbs. You moan and writhe beneath me.

I move one hand down and bury my thumb inside you, soaking it, getting it slick with your juices. Then it goes up, and I suck hard on your lips and labia as it starts circling your clit, not touching, but moving all around it. My tongue dives in your hole, tasting you, over and over again, driving into you as deep as I can, as my thumb slowly starts rubbing over your clit, the juices making it slide easily across it and around it, as you cry out softly, your hands going to your breasts, cupping them, kneading the nipples, pulling on them.

My thumb presses more firmly on your clit as it swirls and circles, batıkent escort rubs and caresses, and my tongue licks every tiny spot and crevice it can reach in your wet pussy and your breathing gets faster. Your back arches, you thrust your hips up to meet my face. I can tell you are very close; it is building, the wave building, ready to crash. My thumb flies over your clit like a hummingbird, moving all over and around it as your moans get louder. Your legs twitch, your thighs clamp onto my head, and I turn my head so my mouth is on your inner thigh, just by your flaming cunt. I start licking and sucking, nibbling, and not all that lightly. I move my hand and shove my thumb deep inside you, my hand pressing hard onto your clit, my hand moving coarsely over it, as you explode, the orgasm rocking your body.

Just as you cry out, I latch my mouth onto your thigh like a suckerfish, some kind of leech, sucking hard, my teeth hard on your skin. The sensation of slight pain, mixed with immense pleasure, being prolonged by my thumb fucking your pussy and my hand rubbing your clit over the nubs of my knuckles on the palm, make you shudder, buck, moan, cry out, your mind blanking out as the climax hits you like a wave on the rocks. Your juices flow and gush out onto my hand and part of my face, and I move my head to spread the nectar all over me. I keep sucking even as the climax begins to recede, and you slowly start coming down.

My hand stops moving and I take it off your clit, which is burning and aching, so sensitive that just touching it fires all your nerves at once. You feel my teeth on your thigh, and the hard sucking, and the oddness and sensation keep your desire and wantonness from ebbing too low. Finally, with a hard suck and a fierce bite that almost threatens to break skin, I pull my mouth off your leg. A bright black, blue, and purple mark is on your soft smooth skin, and I smile wickedly at it, and at you. You ask why I did that, and your head falls back, eyes rolling, in bliss, at my response: “To mark my territory.”

I flick my tongue over your clit, and you jump, still too sensitive. I get a pillow and ask you to life your hips, and slip it beneath you, raising you a bit.

I lick your juices, spread all over your thighs, moaning softly at the wonderful taste. I pull your ass cheeks apart and lick up the juices that had flowed down the crack, my tongue flicking for just a moment at the tiny puckered hole, causing you to gasp and twitch. I keep licking your legs, my fingers again kneading your pussy lips, watching the wetness as it continues to swell and overflow from your slit. I lap it up greedily.

My fingers slide inside you again, and you sigh, moving your hips in a gyrating motion. I start slowly sliding them in and out, and you relax, your legs going a bit limp. I delve as deep as I can with my long thick fingers, stroking the g-spot on the way out. I continue, going deep, the rubbing that spot on the way out. Soon I hear you moaning again, and hear you hiss “Yes….oh God, yesss.”

I move up and flick my tongue over your clit as my fingers start rubbing your g-spot, back and forth. I press on it, and rub a bit harder. I bring one hand up and press down on your belly just above it, and the result is your g-spot being squeezed onto my fingers. You tell me you feel like you need to pee, and I tell you to relax, that the sensation will pass soon. I start curling my fingers up and moving faster, using them like a paintbrush spreading ecstasy onto the wall over your love canal.

I lick your clit again, a diver going for the sweet pearl. I feel you trembling, your body twitching at times to my ministrations. I move my fingers faster, pressing down on your belly, and sucking and licking your clit. I suck your clit between my lips and bite down on my lips, squeezing it hard, and you cry out again. Your g-spot feels engorged, inflamed, like a volcano about to erupt. The sensations are so powerful, beşevler escort so overwhelming, that you feel tears coming to your eyes. Your body begins to shake, uncontrollably, as you feel something low in your pussy begin to swell and expand. My fingers dance over your g-spot, stroking firmly, fast, like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of you.

I stop licking your clit and look up, through the valley between your heaving and shaking breasts, to your face. A sheen of sweat covers your skin, making you glow. Your eyes close then flutter open to show the whites as they roll up. Your mouth lies open in a passionate O, the look of ecstasy which to me is the most beautiful expression on a woman. My strokes get faster, flying, my hand bumping your clit with each thrust as my fingers fuck you, assaulting your g-spot, coaxing, begging for your release. Your hands grab the covers, clench into fists as you pull on them, your head rocks back as you arch your back and scream, a primal, uncontrolled scream of pure lust and release. Your juices gush out of your pussy, squirting a bit, and I bury my face, relishing the feel of you pouring out onto me. I lick and drink the honey as fast as I can.

I pull my fingers out of you, and you moan, protesting. I sit up and grab one of your thighs, and lift you and twist so that you flip over and end up on your stomach. I position the pillow under your hips and bury my fingers inside you again, and my fingers go directly to your g-spot again, stroking again. Your body fights, the sensations too strong, but at the same time, you crave that feeling again. I stroke and rub in your pussy, your juices still all over your thighs and ass crack. I start rubbing the juice on your anus, circling and teasing the starfish. My fingers curl, easier, and I can get deeper, going from behind the g-spot to completely over it with each stroke. I rub the slickness of your tight hole, putting a bit of pressure on it, so the juices slowly begin to work into the tiny orifice. You moan, saying “Oh God….what are you doing to me?”, and I simply chuckle and keep working on your holes.

I slowly begin slipping a finger into your tight anus, slowly going deeper with each stroke, as I feel the muscles tighten and begin to release. I move in and out slowly, twisting my finger, letting your ass begin to accept the intrusion. My other hand is still rubbing constantly on your g-spot, the thumb occasionally massaging your clit as well. Once I feel you relax enough, I work a second finger into your ass, the tightness on my fingers making me inhale at the thought of that tightness on my hard cock.

As I work the fingers in and out, I spread them a bit, opening the hole, stretching it, preparing it for more. The combination of pain, pleasure, invasion, wanting, and needing, all combine to begin the crescendo again. Your breathing gets heavy again, and you begin moving your hips, humping your ass upward to meet my delving fingers. I slip my fingers out of your ass, my fingers attacking your g-spot like a power tool, and I move down and lick your ass, my tongue stabbing at your puckered hole. You gasp and moan more, and the added sensation of the taboo act pushes you closer to the edge.

I use my hand to pry your hole open as much as possible, and I bury my tongue as deep as I can in your ass, moaning loudly, you feel the moan in vibrations from my teeth to your ass. My fingers press hard on your g-spot again and you erupt, screaming again, out of control, your body wracking, juices gushing out again, flowing down your legs and mine, soaking the sheets. I keep rubbing your clit, extending the climax as long as possible, and you scream “Yes!! Do my ass like that!! Oh my God!!” as I suddenly bring my hand down and spank your ass cheek hard.

Your climax begins finally to subside, and you go limp on the bed, your body unable to hold you, and the feelings become so strong that you suddenly laugh, a strong, blissful belly laugh, and the emotions flood over you like water. I slowly withdraw my fingers from inside you, my face from being buried in your ass crack, as you laugh and cry both.

After a few moments, when you finally come to your senses you ask, “But what about you?”

“I’m okay,” I say, sitting up to show you the massive stain on the front of my briefs. “Doing that to you is what did this to me.”

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Copyright Don Abdul ©2005

Edited by: papaya_lynne

*

They lay there for what seems like ages, just enjoying the euphoria of their shared warmth and fragrance. Eventually they rise and head for the shower together, each lathering up the other and washing off the sweat of their hungry and near desperate fuck. They both enjoy the feel of soapy sensation, the smoothness of their touches as their hands roam over the landscape of each others bodies. They retrace the curves and contours that each knows only too well, the geography of which the thief of time cannot steal away from them.

Theo is so aroused, his member standing full length, and pointing towards her close-cropped love triangle, like the turret of an armoured tank in the heat of battle.

Mo is so horny now, the freak in her re-awakened by the sexy soapy touch of his hands over her breast, down her tummy, and grazing her erect clitoris as he washes his cum from her cunt. His probing fingers gently teasing her swollen pussy lips, and inducing a minor orgasm, which washes over her body, making her legs to threaten disobedience.

All towelled up and dry, he lifts her off her feet and carries her into the bedroom and lays her gently upon her bed.

His eye catches the bottle of massage oil sitting innocently on her nightstand; reaching for it, he pours some on his hands, rubs them together to warm it up, and then turns her over onto her stomach and starts to massage her body. From the tense muscles around her shoulders, he works his way all over her back.

She is completely lost in this new world of pleasure, as Theo puts to practice what he had so long ago read about the art of sensual massage. By the time, he gets to her inner thighs her pleasure is already turning into pure elvankent escort torture. She is enjoying the massage but the ache in her pussy is now assuming a mind bending proportion, her body language is clearly insinuating that she is ready to wear her pussy over his huge erection, but Theo carries on working his sensual touch into her calves, and finally into the soles of her feet.

By now, her pussy is so wet with juice running down her swollen lips over her perineum and down the crack of her ass onto the bed linen. Her womanly essence mixes with the exotic one of the massage oil. The mixture of smells pervades the air, further charging the atmosphere with high sexual energy.

As Theo turns her onto her back to continue his massage, she begs him… “Please baby, do not do this to me…please do not punish me any longer, just love me baby”.

That said she reaches up to him, pulling him down to herself. In one fluid movement, she has him on his back and wastes no time in mounting him. She straddles his heaven-pointing erection, and slips the head into her pink wetness and slides down the entire length until he is completely buried in her pussy. As she feels his cock head kiss her cervix, she throws back her head and lets out a deep moan, suddenly a rush of ecstasy hits her like a thunderbolt, as her pussy walls instantly collapse around his girth, rippling over his manhood, massaging his entire length. Seizing the moment, he gently caresses her tits, rubbing her erect nipples with the flat of his palms.

As her orgasm subsides, she starts to react to his caress of her breasts. Her wetness is all over his cock, down his shaft, onto his crotch, and bathing his balls. The warmth of her juice emek escort fires his arousal to a new level. He begins to thrust up to her, and she responds by swaying her waist too. The humping assumes a faster pace as their shared hunger takes over.

“Oh baby, why did you ever leave me…? Why did you turn me into a sexual destitute?” He asks even as he drives his pulsing cock up her pussy.

Rather than answer his question she puts a finger to her pussy, soaking it in the wetness of their sex, and then placing it over his lips…. At that instant, he hits a magical note in their sexual orchestra. She throws back her head again and moans out loud; “Aghhhhhhhhh baby, yes….please don’t stop. Oh, fuck yeah…”

She is humping away at him furiously, and without a care in the world.

“Oh sweet Lord!” She screams; “Oh baby, please sate my hunger”. She starts to sob; “Oh baby quench my thirst plssssssssssssssssss!”

Theo reaches behind her ands grabs her ass, shoving it down over his questing dick and without thinking about it, he slips his finger through the wetness around her asshole deeper into her. She sighs deeply and her ass starts to buck.

He continues to finger fuck her ass even as she humps his dick. ‘Dayum!’ He thinks, feeling the pressure of his finger massaging his phallus through the walls of her pussy. The mind-blowing sensation transmitted directly to his brain, which is nearing total cum induced incoherence.

Their act of copulation assumes a momentum of its own and soon their individual energies coalesce, making them into a single sexual entity, existing at a higher plane. Suddenly there is flash after flash of bright colourful light, a moment of internal radiance heralding eryaman escort their simultaneous orgasm.

As the fireworks subside, their souls undock, each becomes aware of dying sounds that they now recognize as their screams, moans and love cries.

They lay in each other’s arms, enjoying a sacred moment of post coital bliss. Theo falls into a deep satisfied slumber. The smile on his sleeping face, a testament to his complete physical, sensual and emotional satisfaction

Mo’s thoughts begin to slip further away into deep introspection. A solitary teardrop breaks loose from the corner of her eye, and is quickly followed by more, as the Ying and Yang of her mind engage in a philosophical debate for the future of her heart, her love life, her soul, even her eternal salvation. Her thoughts roam free through the vast expanse of the universe that is her mind, as she contemplates the choice she has to make….

She soliloquizes:

Oh sweet Jesus, why me?

Is this a test of my faith, or is it a sign that he is the man for me?

Surely, the weakness of my flesh threatens the salvation of my soul.

It is a sin to love an unbeliever, even now he has made me sin. Yet no man created by You moves me like he does.

Father forgive me but how could something so wrong feel so good, so right?

Through her torrents of silent tears, she catches a glimpse of her bedside clock, it 3:45 a.m. As she struggles to find a resolution of her internal turmoil, the little demon inside of her heart says loud and clear:

‘Who else can make you feel the things he makes you feel?

You are celibate for a year and a half, without even a moment of doubt or insurmountable temptation, and then just a couple of hours with him and your body is totally reconfigured by his sexual and sensual dexterity.

You best enjoy the goodness only he can ever provide, or you would lose him to another who values what he truly …’

In spite of the battle of indecision raging on in her subconscious mind, she succumbs to sleep, reunited with her lover in the land of dreams.

The end

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Kevin was eagerly awaiting to meet up with Amanda at a local coffee shop. It had been a few days before they had last met up and all he could think about was her curvaceous body, her breasts, her smile, and her eyes. Kevin realised his cock was starting to stir with all the horny thoughts about Amanda since she was so sexy, so he had to think of something else to prevent a tent forming in his trousers!

He was about halfway through his coffee when Amanda walk through the door and glanced across with that gorgeous smile of hers. She walked across and gave him a peck on the cheek before sitting down next to him.

“You look and smell so divine,” Kevin whispered, “I just want to ravish you right here, but it might raise a few eyebrows in the coffee shop, so I’ll have to settle for buying you coffee!”

Amanda told Kevin what she wanted and as he went up and ordered, he looked back, still unable to believe that this amazing woman was his lover! It had been cold outside, and Amanda was wearing a big warm coat that she took off and put over the chair. She was wearing one of her favourite blue T-shirts, and even though it was too high to show off her cleavage that Kevin admired so much, Amanda still looked amazing. She had a natural beauty that combined a sultry look with an innocent look and a tom-boyish appeal.

Combined with her smile and those eyes that seemed to look right into your soul, Amanda’s look always knocked Kevin for six. The blue T-shirt also featured in one of the first pictures that she had sent to Kevin, with that look that was both innocent and sexy that enchanted Kevin, and the blue T-shirt was tight enough to show off her curves, without being too obvious.

When Kevin got back to the table he mentioned how lovely she looked and they just smiled at each other, with that kind of inane happy grin that lovers have when they are deeply in love, and in lust, with each other.

Christmas was not far away and as they talked the chatted away about Christmas memories and the films that they liked to watch over Christmas. Kevin liked the Tom and Jerry cartoon set over Christmas, and the classic film ‘It’s a Wonderful life’ with James Stewart playing the character that wishes it would have been better for everyone if he had never lived — and with Clarence as his guardian angel, and he gets the chance to see how life would have been without him, a lot worse off!

Amanda, smiled, it was obvious Kevin was a bit of a soppy romantic at heart. Kevin then told Amanda that he had a Christmas present for her back at the house and he also asked if she liked the Christmas card that he had sent her. It was one of those funny cards and on the front, it said, ‘To Avoid getting your knickers in a twist over Christmas’. On opening the card, it said ‘Don’t wear Any!’

Amanda replied that she found it very funny and, well, very ‘Kevin’, about wearing no knickers, but it would have been nice to have Christmas card that was a bit more romantic! Kevin was glad she liked the card, but made the mental note to try and be a bit more romantic next time!

Both of them were so happy with a fuzzy feeling inside compared to those Christmases being single! There were times when they just stopped talking and looked lovingly into each other’s eyes, giving each other a kiss, and just holding hands and smiling. Kevin whispered to Amanda that they must have looked so sugary and sweet together, that others around them in the coffee shop might start to ask for sick bags to be passed out since it was just too much to watch! After all, Kevin had often be envious, but in a nice way, when he had been single, and he had glanced across to see two people blissfully in love.

Amanda finally finished her coffee and Kevin suggested going back to his place. When they got there Amanda took her coat off to hang it up, and Kevin came up behind her, gave her a cuddle, kissed her on the back of the neck, gave her waist a gentle squeeze, then slowly ran his hands up along the sides of her breasts, and massaging them through her blue T-shirt, Amanda feeling his growing arousal pushed up against her pert behind.

Amanda loved the way Kevin could not keep his hands off her and that he was so turned on by her. But it was the way he touched her that made her feel so special. His touch was not a grope, but the loving caress of a lover that worshipped her.

“Mmmmm, someone is feeling frisky,” she smiled, “but you will have to hold back naughty boy, haven’t you got a present for me to open?”

They went into the front room and Kevin came back with his present and two glasses of wine. As he presented her his present he said, “Merry Christmas to the most amazing, gorgeous, sexy, sensual, alluring, funny, mysterious, naughty, and curvaceous woman in the World.”

Amanda beamed at his praise, kissed him on the lips, and opened ulus escort the present. It was some Chanel No5. “I love Chanel No5,” and with that, she sprayed some onto the side of her neck, inviting Kevin to smell. Kevin took in the combined scent of the perfume, the aroma of ‘Amanda’ and the smell of her hair, a lovely mesmerising concoction of feminine smells. He then kissed her on the neck, nibbled her ear, and started gently caressing her side, from her waist up to her arm pit.

“You still have to wait, randy man, there is still my present for you,” she whispered, “but I have still to wrap it up, so go upstairs and wait for me on the bed!’. So Kevin went upstairs and took his shoes and socks off before laying on the bed, waiting in anticipation. What had she got him? He seemed to have been waiting for ages when he finally heard her coming up the stairs.

“Close your eyes,” she said. He obeyed, and when she told him to open them, there stood Amanda in a very sexy Christmas outfit, one she had purchased from Ann Summers, along with some very red lipstick.

“Surprise! Do you like it,” she said with a sexy pout, trying not to giggle since Kevin looked like a little boy that had just got his best Christmas present -ever!

“By the way,” Amanda said in a sultry voice, bringing her finger up to her ruby red lips in an innocent pose, “I also took you advice about not getting my knickers in a twist,” and she raised the Christmas outfit to show her lovely long legs in fishnet stockings, and no knickers!

Kevin was off the bed in a flash, grabbing her in his manly grip, “mmmm, you are wearing my Chanel No5 as well – this is the best Christmas ever!”

They went into a deep passionate kiss, tongues intertwined and caressing and kissing each other on the face and cheeks, hugging each other tightly like something out of an old Hollywood romantic movie — but the X-rated version!

Once again Kevin’s hands were starting to roam, but Amanda was strict, telling Kevin she would undress him first, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and gently caressing his chest before removing the shirt. She then licked and kissed his chest, then started to lick and suck on his nipples. As she did this one hand went down to feel his erection. She then unzipped him and slid her hand inside, feeling Kevin’s hot stiff cock through his underwear, gently brushing her fingertips over the thin fabric to feel the shaft underneath, then brushing her finger tips over his helmet, Kevin almost falling over with the intensity of it all.

Amanda then unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers. Once they were off she knelt down and smiled as Kevin stood before her, his erect cock straining to get out of his underwear. She looked up and smiled with a sultry slightly innocent look, with those ruby red lips and that Christmas outfit — wow!

“Is this another present for me?”

“I wonder what it is?” she said with a mischievous grin.

“What is this strange shape, shaped like a banana, inside your underwear?” now with a puzzled look on her face.

“I know I am a naughty girl,” she said, “But I do like to feel my presents before opening them,” grasping his cock through his underwear with her hand, “and squeezing them,” as she gently squeezed his shaft.

“Oooh, it is so stiff, and so warm, what is it!”

By now Kevin was in heaven, utterly aroused and enchanted by her little game, his cock oozing precum.

“Ooops, I hope I haven’t broken anything; something seems to have leaked out to make a wet spot on your underwear!”

Then she pulled down his pants and cried out. “Ooooh, it’s an erect penis! Can I play with it!”

She then started to masturbate him, Kevin closing his eyes in ecstasy. “Hey Kevin,” she whispered, “keep those eyes open, you should be enjoying your present,” cupping her breast in her Christmas outfit as she looked up at him.

She then went back to gently playing with his cock, and more precum oozed out.

“What’s this?” and with that, she used one finger to scoop up some of his precum that she put into her mouth and sucked off.”

“Mmmmm, yummy!” she said in a very naughty way.

She went back to masturbating him, looking up in her lovely red Christmas outfit with a particularly naughty look.

“I know what sort of naughty thoughts you have, and I bet you have fantasised about girls in Christmas outfits kneeling down and doing this to you!”

Then she whispered, “Merry Christmas” and kissed ‘Peter the Great’, her name for Kevin’s penis, on the helmet, leaving the mark of her red lipstick. Looking up into Kevin’s eyes, she started to lick up and down the underside of his shaft, using the tip of her tongue to touch the most sensitive parts of his cock. She then licked around and sucked his helmet and used the tip of her tongue to ‘massage’ the yenimahalle escort taught skin leading from Kevin’s swollen helmet to his stiff shaft.

By this time she was getting very aroused and very damp between her legs, and purring like a cat. She loved studying Kevin’s erect cock so close, so phallic, and so erect, because of her. Then she started sucking his cock, she loved the warmth, the texture, and the way it throbbed in her mouth. Sucking up and down, her lips enclosed round his helmet whilst the tip of her tongue swirled around the head.

Then she slowly sucked all the way down his shaft as far as she could go, then back up, gripping his shaft with her moist red lips. At first she did this very slowly, looking up into Kevin’s eyes and feeling his balls at the same time, then faster and faster, even making over the top slurping noises. Kevin found the sensations amazing, his cock grew even bigger and he realised he was close to coming. Amanda was so aroused, she wanted to feel his cock pulsating and ejaculating inside her welcoming wet mouth.

But Kevin pulled away, much to her frustration! “Not yet,” he gasped, “I still want to play with my present!” Reluctantly Amanda stood up, pushing her boobs against Kevin in her Christmas outfit. As she did so, the lower part of the skirt of her garment, with the fur, gently brushed against Kevin sensitive cock. “Oh God,” she cried, “Fuck me”. Both of them were standing up and his cock slipped easily into her wet pussy and, standing up, he knew it would be more difficult to come, so he did what she was gasping for, and fucked her, thrusting in and out, hard and fast, deep into her pussy.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried, and in no time at all she was on the verge of coming. This hardly ever happened so quickly, and Kevin was yet to play with Conchita (his name for her pussy), and as the understanding lover, it was something he was excellent at, making love so slowly and so intense. But this time it was basic fucking and then she cried out again, and starting to cum, her wetness dribbling down the base of Kevin’s cock. And as the orgasm hit her he continued to thrust, in and out, in and out, until she almost fainted in his arms.

He then gently put her onto the bed, still in her sexy Christmas outfit. Kneeling down he raised the red Christmas dress to admire her legs clad in fish net stockings and her now very wet pussy with very obvious and swollen labia lips. He then used his finger to caress her wet labia lips, then moved up her slit to her clit, then, ever so gently, slid his finger into her warm wet pussy, that felt like treacle! He then proceeded to suck Amanda’s juices off his finger.

Then he got real close and nuzzled his nose into her pussy, parting her labia with the tip of his nose, then sliding up and down her soaking wet slit, ‘masturbating’ her with the tip of his nose. He then started to lick her pussy before sucking on her labia lips, gently taking each lip between his lips and soaking up and drinking her juices, the nectar of love!

As she became more aroused he started to suck both labia lips together, then used his mouth to cover her whole pussy, with his tongue lapping up her copious juice! He then switched between sucking her labia and licking her clit, back and forth, until she felt a second incredible orgasm slowly starting to build.

“Yessssss!” she cried. At first her orgasm was slow, then it built into one incredible orgasm, her whole body shuddering with the intensity of it all, so much so, she had to push Kevin away, his face covered in her wetness.

Kevin looked down on her, in an orgasmic bliss, still in her Christmas outfit, and as she recovered, she sat up and kissed him.

“Wow, that was amazing — would you like to play with your present”. And with that she undid the back of her outfit, and her naked, pert, perfectly formed breasts tumbled out. “Merry Christmas!”

For the next five minutes or so Kevin blissfully touched and caressed Amanda’s breasts and nipples. He loved the way they felt in his hands as he lifted up each breast and that lovely squashy feel as he gently squeezed them. Then he ever so gently stroked each breast, covering every inch of skin, paying special attention to the sensitive underside of each breast. He then starting to kiss and lick one breast whilst his other hand continued to massage the other. Amanda was getting turned on again with all the attention to her breasts.

Then Kevin started to lick and suck one nipple, then the other. Amanda was now feeling powerful emotions. Kevin was really turning her on, caressing her very sensitive breasts. As Amanda stroked Kevin’s hair she could ‘feel’ the intensity of it all, as if she was breathing life into Kevin as he sucked and worshipped her breasts.

“Mmmmmm, do keep stroking and sucking my breasts, it feels so wonderful, and you are making them … so …. oh …. sensitive!”

She always had sensitive breasts, and with Kevin’s touch it really felt like another orgasm was building up. But that lovely pre-orgasmic feeling was building up and spreading from her breasts rather than her vagina, her protruding nipples becoming super hard and sensitive. Then her whole body felt like one erogenous zone and Kevin, sensing this, continued to suck and lick each breast but also started to run his hands all over her naked upper torso, then under her ‘Santa’ skirt, over her stocking clad legs, up to her bare thighs, and to her wet pussy, and she felt herself melting as she reached yet another orgasm, number three!!!

Amanda had to regain her breath and Kevin was lying next to her, watching with a smile, she was party sitting up, naked from the waist up with her breasts heaving up and down, whilst her Christmas outfit partly covered her stocking clad legs.

“It’s getting a bit too hot to keep this outfit on.”. Amanda stood up, and with Kevin watching, slowly removed the outfit until she was totally naked, apart from her long legs clad in the fishnet stockings.

“Do you like the look?” and with that, she gave a twirl. She looked amazing with the fishnet stockings that showed off her legs and her lovely pert bottom. Then she laid down on the bed, with her back towards him and looking back at him, party raising her feet and lower legs so that Kevin could see her gorgeous bottom and pussy framed by her fishnet stockings.

She looked so inviting in this position and Kevin started to massage her back before moving down the sides of her waist, and on, past her hips, to the naked area of thigh above her stockings. Then he slowly brushed his hands back up to her hips, where his hands rested so naturally on the curve of her hips.

The he concentrated on her pert bottom, focusing on each delightful cheek, sometimes squeezing them together into a lovely posterior cleavage! Other times he pushed her cheeks apart so that her bottom and her vagina felt so utterly exposed to his stare. Her pussy, ‘Conchita’, was so aroused by all the attention it had had during the evening so far, that it was so wet, swollen, and very red, in keeping with Christmas! Amanda was loving the attention, and he started to use the head of his penis to gently brush up and down Amanda’s inviting labia lips, and then using the head of his penis to brush her clitoris, then back to the entrance to her vagina. After doing this for a while Amanda was begging him to enter her.

At first, he pushed forward slowly until the head of his penis was just inside her entrance, her labia lips starting to shudder as they embraced, and her labia lips started to envelope the head of his penis. Then he pulled back out, Amanda desperately lifting up her behind in an attempt to keep his penis inside her pussy. Then he brushed his helmet up and down her slit until she was begging him to slid into her. Then he slowly thrust forward, watching his cock slowly, very slowly, slid into her wet pussy, Amanda sighing with relief as his manhood finally filled her pussy.

At first his thrusts were slow and gentle, then he started to pick up speed, faster and faster, his cock easily slipping into Amanda’s moist pussy. In the end he was able to pull right out of her pussy, her wet pussy lips grasping his shaft, then thrust back deep into the depths of her pussy, her whole body being pushed down into the bed with each thrust. Faster and faster he thrusted into her, and, in the ‘doggy’ position she felt so exposed, but also so aroused, and it felt like they were two passionate animals.

Kevin was starting to groan and an image drifted into Amanda’s mind, she began to imagine she was Little Red Riding Hood that had come into the woods all innocent and virginal, but also very sensual, and that Kevin was the woodman, or was he a wolfman? And he could not hold back from his desire for her as they fucked and let go to their inner passion and animal instincts.

The thoughts set her over the edge and as Kevin continued to thrust into her, even faster, she started push back and forth as well, Kevin pushing her hold body deep into the bed at times. Then they both started to groan. Amanda’s pussy shuddered to an intense orgasm, her shuddering and very wet pussy massaging and ‘sucking’ Kevin’s cock. This finally sent Kevin over the edge and with an extra deep thrust, he came as well, groaning really loudly and filling her pussy with an intense ejaculation as his thrusts become involuntary and pushing her orgasmic body further into the bed. It was so intense that he continued to thrust in and out, well after ejaculating. Both of their bodies were shuddering in spasms of orgasmic bliss, and Kevin finally collapsed on top of her with the intensity of it all. Both were out of breath and to give Amanda the chance to recover, Kevin slid off to one side, but remained tight to her body, not wanting to let go, and they fell into a blissful sleep!

What a way to celebrate Christmas!

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This is the fifth part of the sequel to my story series “Bad Penny” which I published here some years ago. It follows characters from that story who meet again many years later. Obviously it will make more sense if you read the whole series, and even more sense if you Know “Bad Penny.” Some of my other stories also get mentioned… Like “Bad Penny” this story is very loosely based on real events. All names are changed, and while truth is stranger than fiction it isn’t often as much fun, so I have taken quite a few liberties. But the core is true. The bit about the pineapple is obviously fantasy…

The Rivoli Bar at the Ritz in London is another fine experience. Art Deco panels, furniture and paintings, an opulent minimalism, in gold and amber and burnished wood. The cocktails are delightful, and strong. I had intended to have a hot chocolate, but when Penny joked about a Pina Colada (the trendiest and coolest thing to drink when we were in our teens) I was suddenly tempted. She ordered a White Lady, and I opted for a Moscow Mule. But I made her promise to help me to a taxi if necessary.

She arched an eyebrow at that, and said “You had better tell me where to send it then. Where are you staying?”

I gave a rather sheepish grin and shrug. I was just a little embarrassed. She had told me we were meeting in this regal five star hotel because she lived nearby. If it was true then she had property in the most expensive part of London. From what she had said about her business interests and her late second husband’s fortune, I suspected she might well be able to afford it. And she had insisted that she was picking up the very expensive tab for all our food and drink that day. She was dressed impeccably, elegantly, as always, and I knew enough to know that her none of what she wore was from Marks and Spencer’s, unlike my suit. Indeed everything I was wearing, which had all been bought brand new especially for this meeting, was from M&S. I don’t have suits anymore. Or until today, any need for them in my daily life. I suspected that her outfit probably cost more than my entire wardrobe of clothes. To be honest, her shoes probably did. So for a moment I was ashamed. My accommodation was not exactly upmarket. My life wasn’t upmarket.

I said “Gatwick.”

“Gatwick? Good Lord. Oh, I suppose you flew in there, came in on the Express?”

“Speaking of which, last service is at a quarter to eleven, from Victoria, so I will have to leave here in about an hour.”

Penny’s face fell. “Oh. I had thought we would have longer.”

I started to speak, to say “We can meet again tomorrow, if you are free…” just as she said “I could always get you a taxi later, If you would like to stay on…”

“Well…” I said, “It would be an expensive taxi. I would love to stay, but I can’t let you… “

She cut me off.

“Sean, don’t be silly. You are about to be all manly and prideful, and refuse to let a woman pay for things. Haven’t you worked it out yet? I have more money than I can spend. Literally. My income now exceeds my annual, considerable, luxurious and indulgent lifestyle by a fair proportion. I get richer every year, and have nothing to do with it. And there is nothing I can think of that I would like more than to spend another few hours with you, so a taxi fare is no issue. As long as you would not mind staying on? I know you might need to take your medication.”

I had to laugh. “Okay. Yes I was about to be stupidly stubborn, and yes, I would like to not leave, but you are right, it is worth the fare, and I can afford it myself, so that is, as you say, not an issue. But there is a little issue, yes, about my meds. If I take them late then I am zonked the following day for a while. But that does not matter, as apart from maybe seeing you, I have no plans for tomorrow. Or for the foreseeable future, really. I am taking it one day at a time.”

Penny gave me another arch look, and said “But not in the AA sense, since you are sipping that cocktail.”

“No, but I have no work on at the moment, and I am not looking for any. As I told you my income is also larger than my annual outgoings, although perhaps not as lavishly as yours. But I have more frugal luxuries I think. So I don’t have to work. I don’t have to plan things. I am utterly irresponsible.”

She smiled at that, and said “It is peculiar that you should say that. I don’t need to work to live, and often I don’t want to work, but I often feel that I have to. I have people that depend on me. But I try to keep weekends free, and I have shed most of my responsibilities, so I am also able to swap plans at will. I have a little thing to do at about noon tomorrow, but after that I am at your disposal.”

“Okay. So we have alternatives to consider. If I don’t take the pills I can stay up all night, although I may become a little twitchy after a while. I am in an underlying high period. Not manic, but a bit… too fast in the head. And if I take the meds late they then sedate me and I need at least twelve hours after I take them to come back to reasonable functioning. So, frankly, we are already past the point where I will be fit for human consumption at noon tomorrow. So it is your choice… We continue now, and meet again çukurambar escort late in the afternoon, or I scurry off to drug myself and I can be back about two tomorrow, given the train journey.”

She thought for a second and then asked, in slight disbelief at my distant sleeping arrangements, “You aren’t staying in one of those horrible airport hotels are you?”

I shrugged again. I thought I might as well come clean. “No. I am staying out there because it is easy to get into the town and because it is outside the M25, outside the charging area for diesel vans. And a they have good supervised car parks, so it is safe to leave Lulu there.”

Penny was silent for a moment, brows furrowed, and then said “Your camper van? Called Lulu? So you still have it?”

“I still live in it. Nine years now. Well that isn’t exactly true, Lulu is my second van, I had Laura for six years, but the mileage was racking up and she was starting to get a bit tatty.”

Penny broke into a huge smile, and said “That’s marvellous. So you are still travelling? Why is she called Lulu? You were never a fan of hers.”

“Not after the singer, it was because of the letters on her number plate.”

“Can I see her?”

I was surprised by her enthusiasm and said ” Yes of course.” But I had to add “If you don’t mind coming out to Gatwick. I would bring her in tomorrow, but, apart from the congestion charge at 125 quid a day, I really don’t fancy driving her through London, even on a Sunday…”

She nodded, and said “Reasonable. I don’t drive in town either if I can help it. I shall come to you then. We can meet at the rail link station. But lets arrange a time later, when we have a better idea of what will be suitable. And in the meantime, I can tell you some more stories…”

I nodded in agreement, and said “Oh Sister, please, finish your story”

Penny stopped as she was about to speak, and then smiled after a moment of puzzlement. “But if I do the King will cut off my head. Perhaps I should make up something else to fill the time until dawn, and then break off in midstream.”

“I am sure that even if you finish this tale, you will have many others to tell. Speak on, Scheherazade.”

“Where were we. I suppose we had got up to about 2006. Charlie died in 2003, and the court case lasted a couple of years. So I returned to London in 2006, for a month or two, and then went to Paris. I was exhausted. And the flat had come free. I had been renting it out for years, as I needed the income, but the tenant moved out, and I thought I would take the place for myself for a while. Angelo’s marketing department had made the foolish mistake of expanding the cheap fizzy production to meet the insatiable demand of the Essex girls, and all the rest of England’s teenage binge drinkers, and so I was getting far more than he had ever planned as an income. That plus my several businesses, all well managed by bright and grateful young women, and the rent from my parent’s house, as I had not been able to bear the thought of selling it, and the little bequest to me from Charlie, had given me the chance to not work for a while. A bit like you. I decided to catch my breath. So I lived there for two years. I had a few adventures, of course. It is the city of romance.

French men are sensible enough to realise that youth is not everything, and that a woman of a certain age is as likely to be interested as they are. Frenchmen also know how to take ‘no’ for an answer, and equally important, they also know how to ask, which is more than can be said of the English. Or the Americans. So I could have had a string of lovers, or a coterie, but after Charlie…

She paused, and again I had an unexpected pang of jealousy. I was about to say something (probably something stupid) when she went on. “He had AIDS. Picked it up from a girl who had been in some films he made. Sex with the cute models had been one of the perks of the job, but then it turned out to be an unexpected hazard of the job instead. Once he found out he was positive he had gone monastic. Charlie and I never consummated our marriage, and the kids tried to make something out of that, but it isn’t required in California law. But it made me wary in a way I had not been before. I had been lucky, given the circles that Tilly and Leo had got me into, and the other silly things I had done. Charlie was the first Aids patient I had ever met. And he didn’t go out easy. It was a hard way to learn the lesson. So I turned down a lot of offers.”

She gave me a shy look, and said “But not all of them. I could go into detail if you like?”

I was torn. I had come to meet her with no expectations. Looking for forgiveness really, for my youthful foolishness. Now I found myself jealous and curious in turns, sometimes turned on, sometimes horrified. Her flirty tone and curious look left me confused. Did she want to tell me? To make me jealous? Or to turn me on? I sipped my drink and then said “As you wish.”

She frowned. “You are not quoting ‘The Princess Bride” at me are you? Never mind. I shall tell you a little then. I had been in Paris for a month and was starting to be less, well, less highly strung. Beginning to enjoy it. It was demetevler escort September, so still warm, but with slightly fewer tourists. I had thrown myself into redecorating. And I mean that properly, me up a ladder with a paintbrush, doing it all myself. Of course I had to clean all the plaster cornices and ceiling roses first, taking off layers of old paint to bring it back to the original moulding. It was therapeutic. But then I began to look for furniture, and decorative items. I wanted to match the 19th century interior, so I spent a lot of time in Les Halles, and at brocantes and vide greniers. And at one of those I met a man with a twinkling eye.”

She stopped, and smiled shyly, and said “He reminded me of you. Tall, skinny, a wide grin. And he had a nice voice. French of course. He was selling a pair of walnut bedside tables. He said he had several other pieces I might like. He was clearing out his grandmother’s house. So we went to her place, and I bought another two or three things, and he offered to deliver them. He came over to my place the next day, in a van belonging to his friend. The two carried the heavier pieces up to my flat, and then the friend drove off; leaving us with the two bedside tables. They were small, and easy to carry, so we each took one, and placed them on each side of my bed. He joked then about being on the wrong side of the bed. I asked him what he meant, and he said “Oh I usually sleep on the right hand side.”

I laughed and told him that would not be a problem, as I didn’t mind which side I slept on. So he walked around, and looked down at me and said “Oh good. I had been worrying about it.” And then he kissed me. Luckily the condoms I had bought in London were still in date.

We spent three days of fairly insane physical exertion. I had not had sex with a man for about four years. I had, it must be admitted, a couple of interludes with other women, in LA and London, but those hardly counted. So when the dam burst it was quite a flood. Fortunately I had some food in the fridge, and he had sufficient stamina to be able to go out in the morning and buy breakfast, and then to do the same for a late lunch, although we did go out to dinner properly each evening. Until the third day, when reality came to bear. His wife returned from Quimper where she had been settling Grandmother into a rest home. She was very pleased he had managed to sell so much at the Vide Grenier, and they spent two days packing up the rest of the house before they went off following a large van to Britanny. We don’t exchange post cards.

So I was suddenly on my own again, but had a revived interest in orgasms. Well, a renewed interest in human company I suppose, as well. I had a dalliance or two, flirting, perhaps a kiss or three, but not letting it go any further. I am afraid I was a bit of a cock-tease for a while. I wanted to, but something stopped me. It wasn’t the men, they were all very nice, very gentlemanly, very attentive, in the way that Parisian men can be. Some had wives, but that wasn’t what put me off making the final move. I just didn’t seem to fancy any of them quite enough. Until one evening…”

She laughed then, and said, “You know, I have never told anyone about this. It was just before my 42nd birthday, a few days off it, and I was at a café on the Place St Michel, overlooking the square, near where all the bookshops are. I had just bought some books, and was sitting with a café allongee, on the second page of my brand new novel, when a young man walking past, turned, and knocked the coffee cup over with his backpack. He had turned to look at the busker in the square who had just started playing. The cup went sideways, straight into the bag of books I had left on the ground beside my leg, but some of the coffee splashed me, and I jumped up, slightly scalded.

He was so apologetic, so charming, so terribly pretty. It was hard to be angry with him. And after a short discussion, in his terribly accented French, he insisted that he take the bag of soaked books and go over the square to the bookshop where I had bought them to get replacements.

I tried to tell him not to, but he had already lifted the bag, and skipped away, narrowly missing a scooter and a taxi as he dodged across the road. I thought that perhaps he would just continue running, that I would never see him or the ruined novels again, but I gave him a chance, and half an hour later he was back. He had got new copies of everything, and he shyly offered me another book. One he thought I might like. “It changed my life” he said.

I looked at him then, only half my age, and wondered how much his life had needed to change. Surely he could not have had such a terrible life before? So I asked him to tell me more about it, and I ordered him a coffee, and another for me, and we talked literature and travel until it was getting dark, and then we had dinner, and naturally I could not let him go off to stay in some grotty backpacker hostel, so…”

Penny blushed. Which was quite charming to see. “I could tell you a much longer version of this story. But the short version is that Martin stayed for a week, before I put him on the train to Berlin. He came back about three dikmen escort months later, and stayed another week, before I sent him home to Canada. I was sorry to see him go, even though I was also quite exhausted. He had, I think, restored some more of my faith in humanity. Or at least my faith in the goodness of some men. And had reminded me of what I had been missing. Affection, and innocence. So I of course instantly started a relationship with an entirely unsuitable man, who was neither innocent nor terribly affectionate.

Morgan was from New Zealand. On reflection he was narcissistic. Arrogant, selfish, self centred, and felt he was entitled to everything. You might say greedy, but it wasn’t even that he had overwhelming desires: it was just that he didn’t have limits to what he thought he deserved. Of course I didn’t recognise that at first. Perhaps I should have. Narcissism and psychopathy are very similar in many ways, and I had met enough psychopaths. But Morgan was charming. He was attentive, he was generous, he was a master of seduction. Too good at it, if I had thought about it at the time. But I was not thinking straight. Martin had made me wistful. In the months when he had been away I had a lot of time to think, and read, and wonder about my life. I missed my children terribly. I had tried not to think of them too often in the last ten years, but alone in Paris in the flat where my son was probably conceived, I could hardly not brood about them. I put out feelers, to Franzi and a couple of others, to try to get news. Zi was able to give me a little information, but his business with Angelo was now very limited. The others, people I had thought were friends in Italy, did not reply.”

I could hear the hurt in her voice. I reached out and touched her hand, automatically, and she looked up at me, as if surprised, and smiled. “So,” she said, rallying and bringing her shoulders back after giving my hand a soft squeeze, “I played hard to get, but not too hard to get to. Morgan was persistent. I let him persist. I could pay my own way, and often did, just to frustrate his attempts to be a gentleman. I even organised things that I paid for, just to show him I was independent. And I would not let him do more than the bise, a kiss on the cheek when meeting and parting, and sometimes a kiss on the hand when he was flirting with me. A real cock-tease. I thought he would get bored. He just became more determined. Which was flattering.

Of course I should not have been flattered. He just wasn’t used to people saying no, and so he determined to get me to say yes. He had to do it, to preserve his ego. It had gone far beyond any attraction to me, or really anything to do with me at all. It was, as with everything, all about him.

But he was so good at it. A lifetime of practice, pretending to want to help, to lift others up, to let others fulfil their potential. He could have made a good lifestyle guru, no doubt seducing all his prettier clients. But he was actually a venture capital speculator. Vulture capital would be a better term. Fortunately I resisted his offers of financial help, and didn’t get wound into any of his schemes. So after about nine months of dating and flirting, one afternoon he arrived and he had some papers with him. A pre-nuptial agreement. He told me that he had realised that I was not just independently wealthy, but that I obviously wanted to stay that way, and he thought that I was putting off any intimacy and any development of our relationship because of that. So if we signed these papers then I could rest assured that he wasn’t after my money, and maybe we could concentrate on other aspects of our lives.”

“Bold move,” I said. “Did it work?”

Penny laughed; “Well, it was a little shocking. But he was so serious, and so serious that he wanted more to our friendship. So I had my lawyers read it, and made a few adjustments and then his read those, and we signed. And then went out to lunch. Money had never been a big topic with us, but after a few days I recognised that he had stopped talking about business altogether and never asked me about mine. If he had a business thing to do he just said he had an appointment, no details.

So it changed things. And I was foolish enough to think it meant something. But I still wouldn’t sleep with him, although he sometimes made opportunities for me to invite him. He had stopped inviting me, but I knew he wanted me to make the move. Maybe deep down I knew he was not right. But he did everything he could to be right, and six months later he sat down with me after a lovely evening at the Opera and a supper at at nearby restaurant, and he said “I am sorry if I have been distracted this evening, but I have been thinking. Life isn’t an opera. You only get one go. It doesn’t have to be tragic. I love you, deeply. I have told you that. And I know you don’t love me like that. But I think you love me a bit. And I had thought that was enough, but it isn’t. I want more. Not just physical, not just to be with you in bed, but to be with you in life. But if that isn’t going to happen, if you are never going to want me, then, then this isn’t good for either of us. I want to marry you. And everything that goes with that, obviously, but if you think that won’t ever happen, you should tell me now. Don’t keep me on a string. You aren’t cruel, so know you wouldn’t do that, it is me that has looped the string round you. So if you are even fond of me, cut me loose or drag me in. Marry me, or tell me it’s over. It has to be one or the other.”

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An Erotic New Year – The Night Before

I felt my heart beat faster when I heard Chris had arrived. Lindsay and I had made good time getting to the hotel and were lounging around waiting for the others to arrive when I got his phone call. Lindsay knew by my sudden glow and giddiness who was on the phone without even asking. Smiling I plopped back down on the bed as Chris checked into OUR room and then came to get me. When he walked through the doors I felt a tingling in my pussy. He looked even better than I remembered. Our long – distance relationship had caused both of us much anticipation and I could tell he was a bit hard inside of his pants.

He said hi to Lindsay, then jumped onto the bed next to me, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me lightly on the forehead. Having Lindsay there was a little awkward, and finally I stood up, feigning tiredness from the trip, and said I wanted to move my things into OUR room. As soon as we got into the elevator we latched onto one another, kissing each other passionately while I wrapped my legs around his strong, firm waist. Once in the room, he threw me down on the bed and we made out like high school kids, re-exploring one another’s’ bodies and grinding our hips together urgently. Then the phone rang. It was Lindsay kızılay escort saying the rest of our friends had arrived. I said ok and that I wanted to put some things away and then we’d be down in a few minutes…

Well, I had no intentions of leaving the seclusion of our room anytime soon and judging by the size of his cock, neither did Chris. He didn’t even ask who called; we didn’t care about anything except tearing each others’ clothing off as quickly as possible. I was so hot I could barely stand it as he slid down the bed and began licking my inner thigh. He licked just up to my wet pussy, then backed up and blew his hot breath on the wet trail he had left from my knee to my lips. Shuddering as my clit hardened fast, I moaned in pleasure as he licked and blew on my entire body. Finally, with a devilish grin, he planted his face between my legs and licked my lips with the tip of his tongue, gently and slowly.

My body quivered uncontrollably as he inserted the tip of his tongue into my slit, barely touching on my clit and then pulling back out. He suddenly took my entire clit in his mouth, sucking and licking… he slowly inserted one finger into my drenched pussy, but removed it abruptly when he maltepe escort saw how close I really was to cumming. Not needing words, we moved towards the spacious bathroom and turned the shower on. As the room filled with steam he licked my nipples, swirling his soft, hot tongue over them. I pulled him into the steamy hot shower with me and fell to my knees.

I took his throbbing cock in my hands and stroked it over and over, up and down the shaft, while sucking on his bulging balls. I began licking his cock while running my hands up and down his thighs, pressing my fingers into the muscles hard as I felt him shiver. He began thrusting his hips back and forth, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I grabbed his ass with both hands and forced his head deep into my throat. He entwined his fingers into my long, dark hair, pulling my head towards his dick with urgency, over and over. I leaned my head back to catch every single drop of his hot cum in my mouth, moaning in ecstasy as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful, licking my lips and begging for more.

He pulled me up from the shower floor, still rock hard, and pushed me up against the shower wall. Holding my shoulders firmly to the wall, he mamak escort entered from slightly beneath me, lifting me up a few inches as I rode his huge, hard cock. Slamming into me harder and harder as I got wetter and wetter, he felt that I was close to orgasm by the trembling of my clit. He turned me around and I grabbed onto the towel rack for support. He teased his head in and out of my pussy and ass, and I finally could not stand it any longer. I growled for him to fuck me hard and spread my legs slightly farther apart so he could penetrate even deeper. But he still teased, slipping his finger into my ass, and drawing it out very slowly. I moaned and begged him to fuck me with his enormous cock.

Finally, without notice, he slammed it into me hard and deep. An erotic scream escaped before I could hold it back. I rubbed my ass all over him as he fucked my pussy from behind, plunging deeper and deeper with ever stroke. I massaged my clit with my fingers, until he covered my hand with one of his and began fingering my rock hard clit himself. Numerous throaty moans escaped my lips as I came hard on his cock, him pushing deep inside me and me pushing myself hard against him. As I came all over his cock, he sucked on his fingers and mine, lapping up every drop of my juices.

We got out of the shower and laid down on the king sized bed, our lips pressed together, my breasts against his chest, his cock against my pussy, intertwined and in love. We fell asleep, exhausted. Around midnight we woke, starving, and went to find food. After dinner, we immediately began rubbing up on each other again…

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Disclaimer: These stories are a work of fiction and are not written as an endorsement of any type of behavior (sexual or otherwise). Any resemblance to living or dead is purely coincidental. These stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual variations. If you find any of the subject matter offensive, do NOT read them. You must be over 18 years old.

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I remember one of the closest I came to being caught at a sexual activity was when my girlfriend & I decided to have oral sex in her house, at a time when her mother was in the other room. They had 3 bedrooms going around a small living room on the 1st floor of the house. It was a pretty big house. Her room, and her parents room was adjoining.

She wore a nice yellow skirt, which went up to slightly above her knees, and a white top as I recall. During the afternoon we sat down to watch TV in her room, and her mother would usually rest and sometimes fall asleep in her room.

As we sat watching TV, I put my hand on her legs and began to slightly caress her legs, slowly & gently büyükesat escort caressing my hands up to under her skirt where I could caress her thighs. She bent towards me and we shared a passionate kiss for many moments. I was obviously aroused & wanting more at the time. I told her to go see what her mother was doing, and she returned back very softly, and told me she’s asleep.

She sat down beside me, on her bed, he back resting on the headboard and her legs stretched out in front. I took my hand very gently inside her skirt again and caressed it all the way up till I could touch the softness of her underwear covering her pussy. She kept her eyes on the living room outside, which could see through the open door of her room, for the slightest movement of a shadow she might see, or the faintest of sounds she might her, to make sure her mother wasn’t coming.

During the entire time, she kept her eyes fixed at the living room outside, never moving them aside. I rubbed her underwear just above where her arousing pussy lay; rubbed until I could feel the underwear getting slightly wet from the flowing juices she began to give out. I gently çankaya escort slid downwards and brought her right leg across over me to my back so I would be placed between her legs… and laid myself on my stomach, resting on my two elbows as I held her two thighs apart with my hands. Her skirt still rested on her thighs, I didn’t want to remove it… it excited me to go under I just slid it all the way down from the front, exposing her warm and wet pussy. Very slow I kissed her pussy, just as I would kiss her lips, and played with her pussy lips by brushing my lips against them. I took the tip of my tongue out and very softly, licked the crack of her pussy all the way from the bottom to the top, slowly & slowly, again and again, letting her pour her juices out in sexual passion & lust.

At every moment she kept her eyes on the living room, trying to keep her senses alert for any sound or movement, even though her body was submitting to sex & lust. I feared for us being caught, yet I left the guard completely on her shoulders, and submerged myself in pleasure. I took my tongue deep inside her, parting her pussy lips using the two thumbs on cebeci escort my two hands, while still gripping her groin with my other fingers. And then I started my vigorous sucking… taking every single drop of her juice inside, sucking & swallowing, going back & forth on her pussy… eating it out like I was feasting on it… and she started to move to my rhythm… she began moving her groin to the motions of my mouth…. And kept giving me more, and more, to suck & to swallow.

As she kept her eyes on the living room, she exploded into orgasm after orgasms, merely crunching her teeth to keep her screams to herself, and at times digging her finger nails inside my chest & arms, to control her convulsions while her body kept erupting in orgasms as I sucked every orgasm down to the last drop, swallowing all of everything she gave me. She finally held my arm, asking me to stop… and at that point I stopped. I lay there with my mouth covering her pussy, just feeling the warmth from her body, feeling the wetness, just feeling the sex that engulfed her. I slowly moved back and headed for the bathroom to wash my mouth while she sat there finally closing her eyes for a few minutes to relax.

When I came out of the bathroom, I gently strolled outside to the living just to check, and found her mouth was very wide awake, watching TV, unlike what we thought. When I came back to my girlfriend and told her, she sat in disbelief. Our hearts raced for a moment, but it was all done & over with and we knew we had pulled off a really dangerous one.

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Alright, here it is, the long-awaited fourth installment of my story. I know it seems like forever since I’ve submitted a new chapter to the story, but I’m a lazy bastard, and I admit to being guilty of the sin Sloth myself. I’ve gotten some great encouragement as well as constructive criticism, and hopefully this chapter won’t disappoint. I’m trying to shorten up my chapters a bit, but this one will still probably be a bit long, so make sure you’re in a comfortable chair and give your eyes a rest here and there. You might not go blind just from playing with yourself, but eye-strain from reading too much erotica is serious business. Okay, enough of this “Surgeon General’s Warning” moment. If you haven’t already read the first three chapters of Children of Sin, I would suggest going back and reading them. Just a suggestion. Now, on with the story.

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Grant was an opportunistic jerk. It’s no wonder, being the son of a rather disreputable but moderately successful defense lawyer. He learned from the best. But that’s only a shallow view of this young man. Truthfully, this 18 year old had gone through quite a bit in his life, including the death of his mother, and as such was really much more down-to-earth than one would first guess. Despite his rather posh upbringing, Grant Avery Stewart tended to dislike the politics of some of the popular crowd at his highschool. He was given a brand new Mustang GT Convertible on his 16th birthday, instantly being known as the guy with the nicest car in school, but he wasn’t one to rev his engine or speed into the lot as he came into school each morning, unlike many of the other jar-heads at his school. His clothing was always well in style, but he rarely cared to notice if his shirt was un-tucked or if his shoes were scuffed.

He was an attractive young man, his dark brown hair just long enough to give a bit of a wild look while framing a handsome face. The corners of his lips always seemed to be on the edge of a sly grin. His pale, hazel eyes always with a cool, almost calculating quality to them. He kept himself in good shape, playing for the basketball team at school as well as playing tennis during the spring and summer, but he wasn’t really much of a jock. He was always invited to the weekend parties, to which he would attend only about half, and only to drink about two beers and maybe to pick up a nice piece of tail. In reality, he was somewhat more aloof among the more popular group of kids at his school, but that seemed to matter very little to many people. As far as anyone cared, he was a nice, good-looking guy, and there was very little he could do to fuck that up.

Of course, Grant was too smart to take his high spot among the pecking order for granted. He kept his nose in books and in newspapers for a reason. This year, he got his SAT scores back and got a near perfect 760 in Math and 780 in Verbal, and already was being “courted” by a number of good schools along the East coast. He was determined to become successful; what he was going to be successful in was a different question. Like many his age, he wasn’t entirely sure what career he would be pursuing in college, but he was damn sure that he wouldn’t be following his father’s footsteps. He might get into law, but definitely not the type of law dad was into.

Grant’s father was constantly in the newspapers. It seemed whenever someone was wrongfully terminated from their job, injured in the workplace, or became the victim of some sort of malpractice or white-collar crime, his father was right there on the front page, proclaiming the innocence of his clients. He remembered the story his father gave him one day when he was young, about what he did for a living. “I make sure that innocent people aren’t sent to jail or made to suffer when bad things happen,” the elder Stewart said to the wide-eyed eight-year-old on his lap. Even then, Grant knew a bullshit story when he heard it. Reading the papers about corporate executives running off with hundreds of thousands of dollars, or about the slick doctor being accused of driving while intoxicated and causing severe, permanent injuries to a young newlywed couple, or even the sleaze-ball systems analyst that was caught with child pornography on his computer, Grant often laughed at his father’s vain attempts at keeping his clients looking like the real victims in the case. Of course, his dad was often successful. After all, he didn’t buy this large house with the hill-top view of the town below by losing his cases, and he probably wouldn’t have any of his nice cars, or possibly even his new wife.

Grant stood in front of his mirror, brushing the hair off of his face with his fingers, giving it that wild, not-too-sloppy look. It was still a little damp from the shower, and smelled of the expensive conditioner his step-mother had bought him. He smiled, realizing that, for the past two years, she had been paying much more attention to him, commenting him from time to time about his clothes and how handsome he was, etc. She even gave him the occasional wink when she saw him walking around the house in the mornings, wearing only his boxers, his nicely toned body showing off to all the world. Heck, he had started to wonder why he had ignored her for so long, realizing ofise gelen escort that she really was quite a nice looking woman herself. This was probably the only time he had ever envied his father for having such impeccable taste in women.

He shook these thoughts from his head as he pulled on his leather jacket and checked himself in the mirror one last time. He smiled, mostly to practice that disarming smile that had become his trademark, and also to make sure his toothbrush hadn’t missed some remnant from his dinner. Once he was sure he was ready, he checked the clock. 11:27. Shit, he was really late, to the point of being beyond “fashionably late”. Everyone was probably half drunk already, which meant all the girls were getting drunk. Normally, that wouldn’t be that bad a thing to Grant, but he really didn’t feel like trying to talk to some giggly, sloshed girl into jumping in the sack with him, and he especially didn’t feel like having to deal with a sick, hung-over girl the next morning either. Besides, there would probably be about ten other guys there trying to work their own way into the same drunk girl’s pants, and they would all probably be just as drunk themselves. There’s nothing worse than having to fight off some pissed off, shit-faced football player because you started “macking on his girl.”

He opened the door and wasn’t surprised to be hearing Sum 41 blaring out of his step-sister’s room. It was pretty ingenious how the walls between their rooms were so well insulated from sound, but if you left your door open, like his sister was doing now, you couldn’t miss the blaring music at all. Figuring she’d be in her room for the night, he headed toward the kitchen to grab a pop from the fridge and his car keys. He entered the kitchen and was only half-surprised to see his sister standing in front of the fridge wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of panties. She was bent over a bit, surveying the contents of the fridge, giving Grant an excellent view of her nice ass.

Ericka was almost the exact age as Grant, only about 7 months younger than he was, and in the same grade in school. When his father married her mother, it was decided that Grant and his father would move into the same town as Ericka and her mother, mostly because “mom” had a career in a local real-estate agency. His dad bought up a very large house down the end of a rather secluded drive, in the middle of a large, thickly wooded lot. “I got an inside deal with my real-estate connections,” dad would joke, getting little more than a pair of rolled eyes from his much more cynical son. Grant remembered moving into the house, thinking that with all the large windows he’d feel like he was living in a tree-house or something. He was rather relieved that his bedroom had a better view of the town below than most of the other rooms in the house. He was also lucky to be right next door to his hot new sister.

Ericka, still standing in front of the open refrigerator door, suddenly realized a presence in the room and turned around quickly, spotting her step-brother. “Oh, hey! I thought you already went to Greg Parish’s party,” she said, casually bringing the carton of orange-juice to her lips with one hand and adjusting her glasses with the other.

“Christ, do you gotta keep doing that?” Grant huffed with mild disdain. In actuality, he was trying to cover-up the sudden butterflies in his stomach.

“Oh, geez, don’t you start up on that too! Mom yells at me all the time for this. Don’t worry, it’s not like I have leprosy or something,” she said, gulping down a couple swallows of juice before returning it to the fridge and closing the door.

Ericka definitely got her looks from her busty, red-haired mom. Even at the age of 12, when Grant had first moved in with her, Ericka had been quite a cutie, and it seemed that she had gotten more and more attractive as the years rolled by. Her hair was a deep, dark red, almost having a purple tint to it, but unlike a lot of redheads he knew, she wasn’t deathly pale with a myriad of freckles all over her face. In fact, her smooth, rosy skin hardly seemed to have one spot on it; not even the smallest pimple or mole. And you can bet Grant had made sure to get as many glimpses of her body as possible as they grew up together. As it turned out, it wasn’t very hard for him, considering that, over the years, she had become so accustomed to living with him that she took up the habit of waltzing around the house in hardly more than panties and a tight-fitting sports-bra. He was able to witness first-hand how she “blossomed into womanhood” (“Good Lord, that’s so cliché,” Grant would probably think to himself), noticing how the material of her bras or T-shirts began to fill and tighten more and more.

“So… you’re staying in for the night, I suppose,” he nearly stuttered. She nodded, and he shook his head and gave a chuckle. Same old Ericka. She never went out and barely dated. She was a real home-body, even a little nerdy. Of course, the way she was presenting herself tonight, he was almost tempted to stay home himself.

“Hey, just because I don’t like to go get drunk and screw every weekend doesn’t mean you can make fun of me,” she otele gelen escort laughed back, flashing her smile and pulling some of her hair behind her ear. Grant had noticed the recent change in Ericka’s hair style. Her hair was long and naturally wavy, sometimes getting pretty curly, but lately she had started straightening it a lot more. She reminded him of Alicia Witt, from that horribly un-scary movie “Urban Legend”, though he wasn’t sure if that was the look she was going for or not. She had also started wearing some of those colored head-bands that he normally only saw younger girls wear. He liked to tease her about looking like “Alice in Wonderland” or something, but really she looked just as nice with her hair pulled back as she did with it in her face.

Many afternoons after school, the two teenagers would be left alone in the house for a few hours before their parents came home from work. Ericka would almost instantly slip into something more comfortable (usually meaning she got somewhat undressed) and settle-down on the sofa, watching some TV, while Grant would feign reading a newspaper or book, stealing glimpses of her from the big over-stuffed La-Z-Boy. He would always sit in such a way that he could easily hide the arousal tenting the front of his pants.

His father would usually scold Ericka for walking around the house “practically nude,” but Grant noticed the way his father leered at her when he thought no one was looking. “Dirty old pervert,” Grant would say to himself, but he knew that no sane man could avoid looking at this stunning girl without some lustful thoughts creeping up somewhere in the back of his mind. Hell, isn’t that exactly what he was doing? Maybe it was because of the fact that the senior Stewart was now her father that it made Grant uncomfortable, because it all came back to the unsettling fact that Grant himself was now, at least by terms of marriage, her brother. Maybe that was why he looked at his father with such disdain. He would never admit it, but Grant sometimes saw an older version of himself reflected in his father, just as he was sure “dear old dad” saw a younger version of himself in Grant. Both were goal-driven individuals. Both were men of the “image is everything” philosophy. Both secretly lusted after the same young woman they lived with. Knowing his father, he was not only scolding his step-daughter’s attire because of his own guilty desires, but also because he knew full well of his son’s attentions as well. Sneaky old bastard.

“So, how do I look?” he said, shaking these last thoughts from his head and making mock poses like some sort of model in a fashion catalogue.

“Very nice,” she giggled, applauding and whistling at the little fashion show she was getting. She really was a delightful person to be around, but Grant knew he shouldn’t be standing around. He had a party to get to…

Suddenly, she gave him an odd look, immediately issuing a “What?” from him.

“You’ve got something on your shirt,” she said, staring intently at him.

“What? Where?” he said, searching in vain on the front of his olive green sweatshirt for whatever it was she had spotted. The last thing he needed was some sort of stain or something on his clothes.

“Look, want me to get it for you?” Ericka began to laugh at the spectacle he was making of himself. She quickly approached him and freely picked off the little bit of fuzz that had been clinging around his collar.

“Oh, typical… right where I couldn’t see it,” Grant laughed. Ericka just smiled warmly, and she began to brush off the front of his shirt. This was more than likely just to smooth out the material or to make sure he didn’t have any more lint on himself, but Grant couldn’t help but feel as though she let her warm hands linger on his chest just a little longer than necessary. In that moment, he could deeply inhale her lavender-scented perfume, a fragrance that she had just recently started to wear. She stood maybe a good five or six inches shorter than his 5 foot 11 inches, and he looked into her soft, red hair, realizing that even her hair had that lovely scent on it. He could feel her proximity to him, and could feel the butterflies start in his stomach and his cock stir in his shorts.

Clearing his throat, Grant muttered, “Hey, I’m already late for the party.”

She chimed in cheerily, “Okay, Mr. Stud. I guess it’s okay for you to go to your party. Just don’t come back drunk and cursing out your dad all night again.”

He laughed. Even though he didn’t remember doing it, according to Ericka he had come home one night so intoxicated that he began to scream obscenities at his father, despite the fact that his father wasn’t home that night. He added, “Well shit, the parents aren’t going to be home till Tuesday anyway, so what should they care?”

“I care because I have to put up with your silly drunk ass, that’s why,” she said, giving him a fake frown, before adding, “And don’t bring home any girls either.”

“Jeezus, you really are turning into your mom, aren’t you?” he said with a chuckle. Then he realized she wasn’t laughing with him anymore.

“No, it’s just…” she began, pausing for a moment before sincan escort shaking her head, as if brushing off whatever she was about to say. “Just don’t wake me up if you get here after two, okay?” she finally added with a bit of a huff.

“Okay, fine,” he said with a quizzical smile, wondering what she was about to say before that. He bid her one last goodbye for the night before grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

Once in his car, he was able to finally shrug off the last bid of weirdness he had gotten from the scene in his kitchen. Damn, lately he’d been getting a lot of those weird sort of moments with Ericka. As well as they got along with each other, he figured he shouldn’t feel so strange being alone with her. It was almost a miracle that two step-siblings, forced into living with each other, would get along so well, especially after almost six years of co-habitation. Sometimes Grant felt as though they got along a little too well. She seemed to enjoy teasing him a little too much sometimes. He doubted she even realized the sort of situation she’d created for him. He turned out of the driveway and down the secluded road as his aroused state finally died-down.

Grant never did anything to act upon his attraction toward Ericka. There was way too much risk if something went wrong, and Grant was smarter than that, even if he did sometimes detect something in her smile, or in the way she bounced around the house when they were alone, that made him begin to suspect she might feel the same way about him. He remembered how, for the first year or two that they lived together, she used to surprise him by suddenly running up behind him in the hallway at school and cover his eyes with her delicate hands, or cling onto his arm.

“W-what are you doing?” he used to say, usually quite embarrassed by her antics.

“What? I’ve never had a big brother before!” she’d reply with a broad grin. This almost always brought a blush to his face. He rememberd just how cute she was back then. She was only seven months younger than he was, but he couldn’t deny that he liked having a “little sister” to look over. He instantly began an older brother relationship with her from that point on, but even then he was certain he could feel something a little more in the hugs she would give him, or the side-long glances he sometimes would catch from her in class. Her public displays of affection for her new brother didn’t totally stop when they went on to highschool, but they certainly did start to come less frequently. Sometimes he would turn to see her staring at him at odd moments during the day, and her face would instantly turn crimson and she would divert her eyes. Then again, maybe he was just imagining it all. Whatever.

Despite the odd relationship he had with his step-sister, Grant did lead a normal romantic life in highschool. In fact, he was usually quite busy with any number of dates every week. Grant was well known for being a regular casanova in his school. Like many other guys his age, a busy dating life also meant a burgeoning sex life, and Grant had a little over a year’s experience with that. Despite his silver-tongued skills at getting a girl’s favor, he was never one to mince words. He let women know exactly what he wanted, though he was usually careful enough with his speech not to insult them. Usually he was able to get what he wanted. He developed ways of getting past a girl’s defenses, making her feel exceptional and wanted, and it was usually enough to let the panties slip off.

He was no cad, but he also knew better than to stick around too long, lest a girl develop “unhealthy ideas” about their relationship. In his dating career, Grant’s longest relationship had probably lasted three months, and afterwards she had been quite devastated by their break-up. He was a real heart-breaker, but that didn’t seem to deter many of the girls who were so eager to go out with him. His history did little to keep the girls from jumping in bed with him. He rarely felt guilty for hurting a girl’s feelings. “She knew what she was getting herself into,” he would often say in his own defense, and it was mostly true. Women knew he was wrong for them, but that didn’t stop them from willfully coming to him.

Driving down a hill-side road under the glow of a full moon, Grant’s mind drifted with the Smashing Pumpkins strumming on his CD player. His heartbeat calmed, and soon he could feel himself psyching up. It was a beautiful, clear Saturday night, the spring air just cool enough for a light jacket, but warm enough to crack open his window a bit and enjoy the smell of the night air. He couldn’t wait for the summer to come so that he could put the top down and just cruise, but it was still a little too early in the season to be doing that tonight. Despite having a powerfully fast car, he was taking his time getting across town to the Parish house, enjoying the few minutes of solace before what he expected would be a noisy environment at the party. As it turned out, the Parish family lived a little outside of town down a rather deserted stretch of dirt road, and he could see at least a dozen parked cars lining both sides of the road. He drove a little further, hoping to find a parking spot a little closer to the house, and lucked-out as he saw someone pull out almost right next to the driveway. After parking and shutting off the engine, he sat quietly as he listened to his CD player finish the song he had been listening to. When the last chord finally drifted off, he turned off his stereo, took one final inspection of his hair in the rear-view mirror, and headed out.

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As Mr. Sandman carries me away to the land of dreams I find I am driving in my car when my phone rings. I look and find it in my door, I reach for it and answer it.

“hello…”

a voice on the other end asks “Jay?”

“yes who is this?”

the voice says “this is Elena!”

I pull my car over and turn the engine off and proceed with the conversation,

“uh, hel…hello”

I can hear her smile as being flattered that I was tongue-tied.

“can I ask you a question”

I say “sure what’s up?”

She takes a deep breath and asks “do you remember where I live?”

I say “yeah on Parkdale the blue house, right?”

“yeah can you stop by as soon as you get a chance I will be home all day”

I agree and we end the call and I proceed to finish my task I had at hand.

As I start my drive to her house my mind races as to what it could be she needs or wants for me to be asked to her house. I wonder if all is ok with her and my sister who is her best friend. I pull up in front of her home and see her waiting on the steps. I step out of the car and walk up to her she is looking down. I squat down to look into her eyes and ask if all is ok. She assures me all is, so I ask what is it that I can do for you? She looks up in to my eyes and asks if I sent her roses, I stumble to find the words to tell her yes. Finally I take a deep breath and say yeah it was me, how did you find out? All she says is that’s not important but what ankara rus escort was important was that it was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done and my words where the sweetest ever spoken or written. All I can say is I’m glad it made you happy and brang a smile to your face as you have mine. She asks what made me send her roses. I tell her that I cant stop thinking of her and that she was a great person so kind, sweet, beautiful, and smart. She blushes and asks how can I be sure all those things are her. I tell her that these are true to me and I’d love the chance to make them true to her. She cries and wraps her arms around my neck and says that I am so sweet. I in turn let my arms embrace her and hold her close. She pulls away after a minute and asks me to come into the house.

We enter and she wants to know if I would like anything, how do I tell her she has already given me all I could ever ask for. I say no and she comes back and we sit on the couch and she looks into my eyes and slowly moves closer. My body trembles and my heart races and her lips touch mine. They are soft and warm. She pulls me closer and holds me tight as she continues to kiss me. She places my hands upon her hips and says I’m sure you can find your way. I ask if this is what she wants and if she is sure. She is so touched that I didn’t just go for it like any other guy would have and she is more touched now than before. She looks into my eyes and says yes Jay I ankara türbanlı escort am more than sure!

I begin the kiss again and I let my hands roam free over her body from her hips to her ass to her breasts and to her hair. My hands softly touch her face and I can feel her smile as we kiss. She lays back and pulls me on top. I slowly kiss her lips to her neck as my hands slowly move under her shirt and we both take it off. I begin to kiss down her neck to her chest, kissing all the way down one side of her chest and back up the other. I let my tongue run over her stomach up to her breasts. I softly lick and kiss each one gently taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking on it. I take a soft bite of them and pull on them with my teeth. She lets out a soft moan. I kiss her sides and see that they are making her moan louder.

As I continue to do this I also kiss her neck, lips, and upper body. She unbuttons her jeans. She takes takes them off and leaves her thong on. I kiss down to her inner thighs and kiss down to her ankles and back up. I lick her pussy through her thong and she lets out a moan and pulls my head in to her harder. I do it again and again and again. Then I take my tongue and use it to pull the side of her thong in to my mouth and bite it and I slowly take off her thong with my teeth stopping to kiss her soft silky legs on the way down I finally get them off and make my way back up her inner legs licking and kissing bahçelievler escort all the way up.

I make it back to her pussy and find it to be dripping wet and I slip my tongue into her pussy I can taste her sweet cum and I lick it up and savior the taste. I trace her pussy lips with my tongue and suck on her pussy and clit. I softly nibble on her pussy and continue to lick and suck it for almost an hour and she is moaning begging to have my cock in her. But she is pressing my head deeper in to her.

I stop and take off my jeans and boxers and position my self between her legs and I set my cock at the opening of her pussy and again I ask are you sure. She says nothing but takes her legs and pulls me into her so deep she screams. I start off slowly and with each stroke in to her wet pussy I get deeper and harder. She is controlling the pace with her legs as she pulls me in to her. She is moaning and screaming for it more and more. Her body begins to tremble and I can feel a flood of her juices rush over my cock and as she is Cumming I pound deeper and harder into her making her cum again. She stops me and flips us around so she can ride me. She starts at the same fast pace we left off at. She is bouncing up and down on my cock and I am sucking on her breasts and pulling her down harder we kiss on and off during this interlude. She begs me to cum for her. She quickens and I can’t control it no more. I moan louder and louder and finally explode and my cum rushes out into what seems to be rivers of cum. She collapses on me and in exhaustion she looks up and smiles and kisses me again.

I begin to see all this fade as I awake to find myself alone and wondering again what all this meant? Is it a sign or is it just a dream of what I would always want and never have or what does it mean?!

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It was after a long day shopping that he suggested we get a picnic and head to Hyde park, I had been shopping fro clothes all day, and the majority of our time was spent in sex shops buying new underwear and toys, and I knew Jason was horny as hell, a few times whilst shopping he had stood behind me and rubbed his hard cock against the cheeks of my arse.

I too was also gagging for it and thought the idea of a picnic sounded just fine,

The sun was beating down on us and I could feel the warmth exaggerating the heat between my legs.

We walked to the café and I suggested I go get some food while he popped into the pub to grab us a drink.

Jason was waiting for me when I got out with our picnic and he had a wicked grin on his face, a grin that only I knew meant he wanted sex, he wanted it now and it was going to be rough!

We made our way along the path by the river to find a secluded spot somewhere, it was blistering heat, so I took my top off, as I was wearing nothing underneath I got quite a few approving looks, and I knew this turned Jason on, I proudly carried myself and smiled to all the faces that where drawn to my beauty.

A nice spot behind a tree was where we finally set up camp, as I got the sandwiches out of the bag and laid out the other food I had brought I saw Jason getting out of his jeans, which left him in just a pair of black boxers, well why not, they could almost pass as shorts.

We ate and chatted and talked about the things we had brought that day and how much he wanted a modeling show when we got back home, I agreed readily and the wetness between my legs agreed with me too, I was dying to feel him slip his huge cock into me and take me roughly from behind.

I tried to shake off these thoughts as he started a more serious conversation about work, I groaned at him and told him I didn’t want to talk about it, I was having trouble finding new clients for my beauty products and business was bad, but this was our weekend and I was not going to drag work problems into it “honey cant we talk about something else, I’m fed up with work and I just need to relax” I saw his mouth curve up at the edges at the word “relax”

“Well if you want to relax, why don’t you lay down and just chill out babe,” I nodded and settled down in the cool grass; Jason moved over to me and lifted my head so it was resting in his lap. My mouth was so close to him it was driving me mad, and I think he knew it! I could smell him and it was making my juices run, but I couldn’t do anything about it, not now it would have to wait till we got home.

I closed my eyes and tried to think about etimesgut escort something else, Jason was propped up against the tree with my head in his lap and as hard as I tried I couldn’t think about anything else apart from sliding my lips over that huge cock that was laying inches from my mouth.

As I closed my eyes and started to relax I heard Jason spouting off some poetry, he’s really into that sort of stuff, he studied English literature at college and knew many pieces off by heart, I liked it when he read to me, and His voice was soothing and calmed me.

I must have fallen asleep because as I woke it was slightly cooler and the air felt good over my naked breasts, my nipples where standing erect and I felt slightly embarrassed, wondering who had seen Jason and I like this.

I looked up and saw that Jason too was asleep, the light was fading and I guessed it was about 9 pm I looked over at his watch and found it to be 9.50 pm, no wonder it was cooler now, there was no one around, well not as far as I could see anyway.

Jason woke up with a start and looked around dazed, I smiled up at him and gave him a cheeky look as I could feel the now rock hard tool pressed into my shoulder, he took a quick glance around and pointed out that we were on our own in the park now, “maybe we scared them all off with our snoring” I chuckled, Jason snores very loudly and I know anyone walking by must have heard him.

He stretched his arms above his head and looked down to see my perfect erect nipples

Standing proud, I closed my eyes threw my arms above my head as if to surrender to him and stuck my firm round breasts towards him, enticing him to touch me, kiss me just make contact with me! I was so hot for him and the hard bulge in his shorts was proof he was hot for me too. I must have been so into what I was doing as I wasn’t even worried about people seeing us if they were to walk past, all I cared about was Jason playing with my hard nipples, it would be at least 30 minutes to get home and I knew I couldn’t wait that long.

He must have read my mind, he ran his fingers along my body, up from my belly button and across the flesh under my breasts, circling them lightly, the feelings are intense and I small gasp comes from me, he quickly moves his attention to my nipples, running his fingers over them, then pinching them roughly, the shock of that sends waves of pleasure to my pussy and the heat down there is amazing.

I groan as his fond lings become rougher and Jason bends down over me to take one of my nipples into his mouth, he etlik escort flicks his tongue over my left nipple as my hand moves to his hot cock that is buried in his shorts wanting release, begging to be touched, I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh and his legs parted for me to easily slip my hand under his shorts to fondle the monster that needed so much attention, I pulled it out, and Jason looked about, worried that summon would see us, I assured him that no one was around and as he nodded in agreement I kissed the tip of his rod, he started paying attention to my right nipple now but I pushed his hand down, he played with the tight form skin on my stomach, and ran his hands over my thighs and down my legs, Jason was a dreadful tease, but I loved it, it made me even hotter.

I kissed every inch of his meat before gently and slowly sliding him into my mouth, he felt enormous and his veins where standing out, I was surprised he hadn’t cum already, he felt like he was about to explode, I sucked him deep and slow making sure I covered every part of him with my tongue, licking and sucking on his balls, gently scraping my nails across his back, as I took him back into my mouth I felt his fingers parting my pussy lips, I felt the wetness there gush out and he let out a small moan as he slid his fingers inside me without any resistance, I thrust my hips up to allow him to get deep inside me, suddenly feeling very nervous that summon was watching I glanced around and was shocked and deeply surprised at what I saw peering out from behind a tree, it seemed as we were getting busy pleasuring each other, someone else was busy pleasuring themselves as they watched us!

For some strange reason this didn’t shock me, I was so turned on I actually found it quite erotic that he found us sexy, I turned back to Jason quickly so as not to let the stranger know I had seen him, he was harmless after all and all I could think abut was getting Jason’s huge cock inside me. I kissed Jason passionately and knelt up before him, I played with my firm breasts and proceeded to work my pussy the way he had been doing just moments before, He motioned me closer to him with one finger and as I stood up, I made sure our friend behind the tree got a good look at my breasts and my neatly shaved pussy. I moved so that I was inches from Jason’s face and he grabbed my hips and moved me into him, he slid his tongue around my pussy and started furiously licking at my clit, the feelings off my first orgasm where building and I thrust my face closer to him all the while I was pinching my nipples, and running eve gelen escort my hands over my body, I hoped that the guy behind the tree was enjoying it and maybe a part of me hoped that I would get caught and that’s why I was putting on such a show.

As the feelings of my orgasm overtook me I let out a cry and clenched my lovers head between my legs holding onto the tree for support.

As my moaning died down, Jason stood up and pushed me up against the tree, I lent forward and steadied myself, making sure that we were in perfect view of our watcher.

I felt the head of his cock at my hot pussy and pushed back against him so that the head of his cock slid into me, I was so wet I felt a rush of juice dribble down my thigh, Jason clasped my hips and drove his cock hard into me, almost knocking me off my feet! I half cry of pleasure half scream of pain was emitted from my lips, he took hold of me and started to pump furiously into my hot swollen sex, I knew Jason was horny, but never had he been this rough before, I liked it, it was almost as if he wanted me so badly he had to be rough to prove his manhood.

I managed to stay upright by gripping the tree, and if it hadn’t of been for his hands around my waist I would have ended up on the floor. he started talking dirty to me, loudly! And I was worried that the guy watching would hear him calling me his little tart and how he wanted me to model the underwear, and show him how to use all the toys I had brought, I moaned as I felt another orgasm building and clenched my pussy muscles around his hard cock, this sent him over the edge and he started moaning and groaning, I knew he wouldn’t be long before he came and I couldn’t wait to be filled up with his creamy load.

Jason pumped into me a few more times and uttered a loud cry as he flooded me with his seed, just as he pumped out his juicy load I had another enormous orgasm that actually brought me to my knees. He was slumped over me panting heavily in my ear, as I recovered I remembered the guy! I quickly looked up to see him shoving his limp cock into his pants while rushing down the path away from us, he looked back to see if he had been caught, and I gave him a huge smile, he knew he had been rumbled and looked dreadfully embarrassed, Jason turned round and saw the guy jogging down the path, He stood up and pulled on his boxers and jeans, he knew I had seen him too so I hurriedly said “look! He must have been watching us”…” I know” replied Jason “I saw him there before we even started, I think he was admiring your tits”

I smiled up at him, ran my hands over my breasts “yeah they are nice aren’t they!”

Too right they are, you should have seen all the people looking at you while you where asleep, even had a few offers for a threesome!

The smile on his face told me that he wasn’t joking, Shame I had fallen asleep really, who knows the guy behind the tree might have been lucky enough to participate and not just watch.

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*You can live without freedom the same way you can live without light, happiness, or music*

(Frontma does me a favor yet again, thank you)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

Jill didn’t know what to make of our prompt appearance Sunday morning for breakfast already dressed for church. I’d convinced Rio to not try a hard sell with my aunt, instead playing it calm, cool, and collected. The real reason we wanted to get to church early was because I’d come up with the idea of screwing Rio on Pastor Bill’s massive mahogany desk before class and she’d become infatuated with the scheme.

GAINING DEFINITION

We had to remember our Bibles before eagerly heading out the door. Mine went back to my missionary days while Rio’s was brand new, a gift from Jill. She’d lost her old one on the trip from Arizona to Virginia, or so she’d told Jill. In reality, she had torn hers apart page by page and stuffed it down the airplane toilet during the flight – her way of spreading the gospel.

Once at the church, we split up, Rio and I getting together a few minutes later. I was unsure about the security cameras in the hallway but Rio shrugged it off. She followed the wires to the closet the system was kept in, picked the lock, and deleted the last two hours of footage before deactivating the whole system.

I was clever enough to wipe off all our fingerprints before we made for the pastor’s office. This time, Rio’s improvised…lock picks weren’t necessary as the secretary kept the door unlocked. We slipped past her station to the larger office beyond and I chased Rio around to the ‘big chair’.

“So, Bad Boy, are you going to make me a Bad Girl?” Rio taunted me.

I stepped up between her thighs and got ready to feast on her succulent cunt lips when she held me up.

“I don’t think we have time for that,” Rio grinned. She slipped out of her panties, which I quickly pocketed (having learned from the first Barbie Lynn incident), and hopped up on the desk facing me.

I unbuckled my belt, fixed the button, and unzipped my pants. My penis came smoothly out of my boxers and I lined up with Rio’s slit. Her juices were already flowing by the time my cockhead graced her full lips.

“Oh, that’s what I’ve been looking for,” Rio moaned, as I pushed forward inch after glorious inch inside her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and came close to doing the same with her legs around my waist by the time I was fully into her. I got a few half-thrusts into Rio, our faces only inches apart, when I began to push her back down on the desk.

“No, I want to look into your eyes,” she told me. I nodded and started driving my cock in a strong steady rhythm.

“Rio,” I said softly.

“Yes,” she breathed heavily.

“I like saying your name,” I explained. “I like the sound of it and the way it makes me feel.”

“I…” I was sure she was fighting for a snarky reply but then she smiled and said, “Okay.”

“Oh. God…Oh, Fuck,” Rio gasped, as we began, getting her close to climax. I stopped when I first heard the voices. “What?” Rio panted. I pulled her off the desk and looked for a place to hide. There were three other doors out of the room. I took the closest, yanked up my pants, and dragged Rio to it.

It turned out to be a large closet with vestments, coats, and a few changes of clothing inside. Before I could finish shutting the door, Rio put her hand in the way. Before I could inquire why, the main office door opened and in came Pastor Bill and Lance Wellington. They were yammering on about something or other; I really wasn’t paying attention.

All that changed after Pastor Bill took his seat behind the desk and swiveled it to the side. Lance came around the desk and knelt before our spiritual leader. His body blocked my visual but I heard a zipper being undone and some clothes being pushed aside. What Lance proceeded to do was clear enough, though.

Rio was between me and the door; she looked over her shoulder and grinned evilly. Before long, she had my cock in her hand and was maneuvering it back to her pussy from behind. I moved my hips down, she arched up, and I slipped back into the hole I’d been in not a minute before. I stayed still while Rio began to ride my cock up and down.

There we were, two very different couples separated by less than a dozen feet, both fucking in different ways. Lance was giving Pastor Bill oral attention in a manner that dictated long familiarity to not only cock-sucking, but blowing Pastor Bill in particular. Rio had one hand placed against the door sill in order to stop us from spilling out of the closet while the other was tucked against her stomach.

The four of us were pushing toward climax but Pastor Bill was the first one to the trigger. I was still feeling the oily smoothness of my cock inside Rio’s vagina while rubbing both breasts through her shirt and bra when Lance began chocking and sputtering. The bastard hadn’t sıhhiye escort even warned Lance that he was cumming.

Good ole Pastor Bill reached across the desk to grab two Kleenex. As he did so, his other hand came down to rest on a slick spot Rio and I had left on his desk. He looked at his hand with disgust and wiped it off his hand before handing a tissue to Lance.

“Get going to class,” Pastor Bill told his cock-sucking companion.

“Of course, Pastor William,” Lance responded as he cleaned his face. As he headed to the door, he turned to the preacher.

“Do I have to do another marriage counseling session with Felicity? She is so damn annoying,” he whined.

“Lance, you are going to have to keep up appearances and that means spending the occasional night with her,” Pastor Bill lectured him. “As distasteful as she is, she is the socially acceptable choice for your spouse if you plan to have a political career.”

“I wish this whole marriage thing was over with already,” Lance sighed. “Then I could stick her in the house and get her out of my life.”

“Remember, a woman is a duty, but you know how to get your pleasure. Take your pill when you have to lay with her, and if nothing else, use her back door,” he chuckled.

“I suppose so,” Lance conceded, “but I’ll have to shut her up. She blathers on and on incessantly and her voice is so grating.”

“Well,” Pastor Bill laughed, “you can always use her mouth too.” Lance snorted and left the room; Bill followed a minute later.

For our part, the whole exchange between Pastor Bill and Lance got Rio hotter and hotter. She was rocketing back against me until I was afraid the slapping of our flesh would alert our host to our presence.

Once he was gone, Rio went off.

“Fuck me, damn it,” Rio exulted. “I’m going to rape their asses.” I wasn’t sure how that would work. It wasn’t like Rio’s or my word would go all that far. I decided to spin her back around and kick her leg up over my arm so I could fuck her while gazing into her eyes.

The first thing I noticed was the sheer joy etched all over her face. The second thing I noted was her phone in hand, set on record. There was going to be some severe damage over this and I had to do damage control, but first I had to screw Rio to orgasm.

“Ah…ah…ah,” Rio moaned. “You are churning me up inside, you fucking brute. This is so fucking good.”

“And the video?” I inquired.

“Fucking brilliant,” she panted, “My best idea yet.” I drilled Rio several more strong strokes and she gripped me tightly and sexually exploded on me. She kept squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles as I came in her as she was still cresting her wave.

“Oh, Zane,” she wept tears of joy on my shoulder, “You make all this other shit bearable.”

“No problem, bro,” I sighed happily, “but we need to talk about the video.”

“Yeah,” she snorted, “you have a plan. I’m going to bypass me having a temper-tantrum and get straight to you making me happy with how clever you are.”

“We find more ways to bring Felicity over to our side, then hit her with this when she’s wavering,” I detailed. “We still need credibility and that’s going to take Barbie Lynn on our side. Once we get Felicity, we can get Mrs. Wellington too. That gives us access to everyone in the church.”

I set Rio onto her feet and handed her panties too her. Rio shimmied into them and grinned.

“Now I’m all sloshy inside. Is that thing a damn fire hydrant?”

“You weren’t complaining a minute ago,” I countered.

“I’m not complaining, but all those bitches in class are going to know I’ve been fucked,” she snickered.

“Who are you going to blame?” I wondered.

“Pastor William, our glorious shepherd; I can describe just what his cock looks like now,” she grinned manically.

“I think we are back to that whole ‘credibility’ issue,” I reminded her.

“You aren’t going to let me have any fun,” Rio pouted.

“Well, work on this; I’m pretty sure Lance isn’t the only guy here that the pastor is using. Lance was a tool, nothing more,” I told her. “It could be fun to find out who his other toys are.”

“I hate you for having a better idea than me,” Rio giggled, “but I love your deviant mind more.”

“I love you too, Baby,” I said as I brushed her cheek. “Let’s get to class before they get to ridicule us for arriving late.” Rio grabbed my hand and sprinted with me out of the office. We were late to class but only just. This time I’d studied so Mr. Coleman wasn’t able to humiliate me, though some wise-ass taunted me about being on a women’s committee.

“Yes, I do,” I confirmed, “and what committee are you on?”

“Athletics committee,” he sneered. I gave him a shit-eating grin right back that gave him pause.

“So I hang out with a bunch of MILF’s, which is a pretty red-blooded American male thing to do, while you hang out with a bunch of guys…which is pretty homo-erotic,” I chuckled.

There was a deafening silence in tandoğan escort the room. We had broken up for church service and a few guys were almost out the door. The target of my aggression was first stunned, then angry.

“Mr. Braxton, that is quite enough out of you,” Mr. Coleman snapped.

“I’m sorry about that, Mr. Coleman. I thought he was ribbing me about my committee so I teased him back about his; I wasn’t serious,” I lied.

Andy, the guy who’d given me a hard time, elected that moment to get in my face.

“That wasn’t funny, Braxton,” he snapped. Mr. Coleman remained conspicuously silent.

“Gosh, Andy,” I quipped, “I don’t know where to begin. How about, we are in a House of God and shouldn’t be raising a fist against one another.”

“If that doesn’t work, do understand that you get the first punch, then I break you like a twig,” I continued with eagerness written all over my face. “You are an elementary school teacher and I have years of martial arts experience.” Andy suddenly paled.

“Mr. Braxton,” Coleman growled again. “How dare you threaten somebody?”

“Um…Mr. Coleman, Andy got in my face, so what exactly are you getting on my case about? Wouldn’t the situation be better served if you stopped him in the first place?” I said.

“Andy should be able to take a joke better,” another guy in my class, Christopher Gilbert, joined in. “Besides, Zane’s right; the wives on the committee are attractive and their husbands are lucky men.”

That seemed to end the matter because Chris Gilbert was the son of somebody and carried weight in this crowd. We continued to depart but I felt obliged to stop Chris.

“Thanks, but I’m not sure why you just backed me up there,” I questioned.

“Maybe you’re not such a bad guy,” he grinned.

I had to think that over. I barely knew Christopher Gilbert. He was 23, son of a big real estate guy…he was a property manager, whatever that was.

“I have to appreciate the timing of your epiphany,” I joked.

“It came to me late Thursday night when I had a security issue at one of my properties,” he grinned. Oh, crap. His daddy must own the mall where I had that little altercation.

“Sorry if I cost you a good night’s sleep,” was all I could say.

“Let me say that, ‘damn, you’re fast,’ and it would have been mean of me to let Andy get his ass handed to him in front of all his friends,” Chris related. “He’s really not a bad guy either.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I nodded.

We were making our way to the church hall when Rio, Iona, and Barbie Lynn intercepted us.

“Hey, Ms. Masters,” Chris said to Barbie Lynn. He looked at the other two girls.

“Christopher Gilbert, this is Rio Talon and Iona Becket, two of my classmates and closest friends,” I introduced my buddies.

“So, Chris, how do you know Barbie-licious?” Rio smirked.

“Huh?” Chris said.

“Rio has an intense sense of humor, Chris,” I intervened. “Pay her no mind.” Before Rio cold make things worse, I placed an arm behind her and pinched her butt. “Behave,” I warned her.

“Okay, Zane,” Chris chuckled. “Good luck with that one. To answer your question: I know Ms. Masters from a few years back at a youth retreat. We were both counselors. Take care now.” He turned and walked off to his section of the tabernacle while the girls and I went off to ours.

“So, Barbie, were you hot for Chris back at camp?” Rio persisted.

“Chris? Nah, he had a girlfriend back then; they both went to the University of Virginia. I think they broke up right before they graduated but I’m not sure,” Barbie Lynn informed us. “Besides, I had a fiancé too.”

“Had? Have you tossed him over for Zane?” Rio teased. I sighed and Barbie Lynn blushed.

“Nah, Shugah, I tossed him over for you,” Barbie Lynn whispered into Rio’s ear.

“Just for that tantalizing tease, no Honey Glaze for those hot crossed buns of yours,” Rio bantered right back.

“Am I the only one who remembers we are in a church?” lectured Iona.

“No, you are not,” Christina surprised us. “Now stop trying to make a scene and sit down with the rest of us.” We dutifully obeyed because three of us respected Christina and I had one of Rio’s arms twisted behind her back.

At the end of service there was no problem getting the gang to go down to the space between the pews and the podium where the important people gathered. I caught Pastor William shooting me a hooded look but I blew him off. I was here for someone else, as was Barbie Lynn and Rio. Iona was tagging along to make sure we kept out of too much trouble.

“Hey, Sahara,” I greeted the pastor’s wife, who hovered near but wasn’t part of the action.

“Why, hello, Zane,” she smiled. “Did you enjoy the service?”

“I’m still a little fuzzy on the message of seeking wisdom in God’s word instead of Man’s technology,” I grinned. “After all, I have an app that gives me helpful Bible verses on demand.”

“I think you missed the point, Zane,” she shook tunalı escort her head with mirth. “We need to trust the Word of God over the simple technological solutions that fail to take in the moral implications of the results.”

“Wow, when you say it that way, it makes sense,” I applauded. Sahara blushed and gave me another smile.

Rio and Barbie Lynn had closed in on Felicity, allowing Iona and I to come up behind Mrs. Wellington. I put my hand on the small of her back and positioned myself at her side.

“Hello, Mrs. Wellington,” I greeted her. I knew her first look at me would define a lot about how she felt about last night.

“Zane,” she beamed at me. “How are you doing today?”

“Better now,” I grinned. “I just wanted to say that I’m downloading those files we discussed when I get to campus this afternoon.”

“Oh,” Mrs. Bainbridge sneered, “is Mr. Braxton working on a special project already?”

“Zane,” Rochelle Wellington smiled to her rival sweetly, “send Kendra a copy of the notes you showed me. Kendra, Zane has a talent for 3-D imagery that the committee will find quite useful. I thought you might find it nice to have our newest member showing some interest.”

“Oh, it is his interest that I’m worried about,” Kendra commented, with a pretty obvious look toward Sahara.

Before I could respond to that jab, I felt a hand on my shoulder trying to pull me around.

“Pastor William wants a word with you,” Lance informed me.

“Okay,” I shrugged, then turned back to Kendra. “Mrs. Bainbridge, I admit that it is my fault that I find Mrs. Penny to be kinder, more compassionate, and more spiritually understanding than you. She is a gentle soul who better relates to what a young man needs.”

“Pastor William wants to see you now,” Lance insisted.

“That’s nice, Lance. I’m talking to your mother,” I said dismissively. “Rochelle, thank you for agreeing to mentor me; I appreciate you helping me understand this Church and this community by taking some of your valuable time to listen to my ideas.”

“Ladies, have a nice Sunday. Okay, Lance, let’s go see what Pastor Bill wants now,” I told him.

“His name is Pastor William,” Lance corrected me somewhat angrily.

“No, his name is William Penny and he happens to be a pastor,” I jibed. Lance’s response was stymied by our arrival at Pastor Bill’s circle of cronies.

“Ah, Glenn,” Bill greeted me. “I would like to invite you to dine with my wife and I tomorrow night.” I was smart enough to know that wasn’t really an invitation, but still…

“I’d like to but this week is our first round of testing for the semester so I’m not sure I can break free,” I answered.

“You find time enough for other things…like jail,” he lectured me in a personally degrading matter.

“Pastor William, as you will learn about me, people who cross me or threaten the ones I hold dear, I beat bloody and leave broken on the ground,” I smiled evilly right back. The confusion that threat caused was evident because I hadn’t been quiet.

“Jesus loves the Peacemaker,” Pastor Bill bantered back.

“Winners write the history books,” I countered.

“That is not very Christian of you,” Mr. Wellington, the Mayor, pointed out.

“Jesus Christ ended up nailed to a cross; Emperor Constantine, who converted the whole Roman Empire to Christ’s worship, got to build his own city,” I responded.

“I won’t be as famous but I’ll do more and get to bury my enemies before I die,” I added.

“Are you sure you were a missionary in Thailand?” another church elder asked.

“Oh, I was a missionary all right, but not a very good one. I left the hard work to my Uncle Tim and Aunt Jill,” I informed them.

“Did they convert many heathen souls to the World of our Lord?” a third man inquired.

“It is not that simple. They taught people to read English and got them in the practice of reading the Bible,” I explained. “They have over a thousand years of culture to work against and many of the tenents of Buddhism are close to our own Christian virtues so it is hard work.”

“So that would be a ‘No’,” Pastor Bill gloated.

“Really?” I grinned. “When Uncle Tim went missing, 200 of his flock risked floodwaters in an eventually futile effort to save him. How many of us would risk drowning to save you, Pastor William? I would say that when lives were on the line, his flock did their Christian duty.”

I noticed Jill standing on the edge of the group listening, her eyes close to tears. Hey, I hated Tim, but I wasn’t going to let these spineless bastards degrade the man in front of his widow, no matter how I felt.

“I’m sure we would all rise to the challenge,” Mr. Wellington pontificated.

“Then you are as good a man as Uncle Tim,” I trapped him with his own words.

“Your Uncle Tim gave everything, including his life,” Pastor Bill said with a smug, superior smile. “His willingness to give should be an example for all.”

“I’m already giving. The Festivities Committee’s budget seems a bit anemic so I’m going to be funding some of their efforts,” I enlightened him.

“That is not how tithes are normally handled,” Pastor Bill corrected me.

“I’m not a normal guy,” I grinned. “Pastor, I’ll look over my schedule and call your house to let you know if I can swing dinner tomorrow. It has been a wonderful chat but I have to be going now.”

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