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I had already missed two full weeks of practice when I showed up to the field that evening. I had been looking for a soccer team for quite a while, but hadn’t been able to find one with practices and games that fit my schedule – until I found the Rainbow League. The team was co-ed and primarily comprised of gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgendered folks, although there were a few straight people – mostly women who were tired of being leered at by teammates on the straight co-ed teams.

Most of the men were your typical San Francisco gay men – white, clean cut, upper-middle class, wearing tight clothes, but still decidedly masculine – the women were more diverse. Like I said earlier there were a few straight women, all of whom looked very SF-soccer-mom, and a few lesbians, who could for the most part be distinguished from the straight women by their independent attitudes and short hair.

There was one woman, however, that I just couldn’t peg – she shared the lesbians’ independent attitude, but the straight women’s appearance. She was tall but not exactly a giant, probably 5’9″ to my 5’8,” and fairly broad in the shoulders, but curvy and feminine everywhere else and her clothing called attention to this. Even encased in her sports bra, I could tell she had naturally fabulous tits and the areas not covered by her clothing or shin guards revealed baby-smooth skin.

Maybe it was because I was watching her with great fascination, or maybe it was just luck, but she was the one to break out of the drill to welcome me to practice. I was sitting on the ground putting on my shin guards and cleats when she jogged over. I noticed the thin layer of perspiration at her hairline and the sweat seeping through parts of her tank top, rendering her nipples and aureoles visible through her saturated sports bra. She dribbled her ball over until it was a few feet away from me and then she sat down on it and started talking to me.

“Welcome to the Bloody Maries,” she said, “My name’s Kris. You’re Peter, right?”

“Yeah, I talked to Marty a couple days ago about joining the team…how long have you been playing?”

It was her 3rd season with “The Maries,” as they called themselves, and she was the female co-captain off the field and the star forward on the field. As I’m a defender, I would get to spend most practices and games staring at her ass from my position behind her. As we talked, she excused herself and leaned all the way backwards, doing something to stretch her back muscles and explaining that she needed her muscles to stay “warm” so she’d be ready when we were ready to join the drills. As soon as she leaned back, I noticed a flash of baby blue coming out from between her legs and adjusting my position, I realized that I was getting avcılar escort a great crotch shot.

I remember thinking that she must have the biggest labia known to womankind. The crotch of her panties was puffed out a bit and a little roll of skin, lightly furred, stuck out slightly underneath the elastic legband. Seeing this, I felt my own cock start to harden as a little moisture seeped into my briefs. And then she caught me – she had sat up to continue our conversation and I had been so intently focused on that light blue patch that I hadn’t even noticed. I’m sure my face blended in with my maroon shirt as I turned my embarrassed gaze down toward my own hairy legs.

We joined the others and practiced until well past sundown – when the field lights went off, we finally had to call it quits. As we were packing up for the evening, I overheard her conversation with another teammate; they were discussing local haunts and it turned out she also lived on the other side of town, no more than a couple blocks away from me. At first she looked uncomfortable, and then she spoke.

“Is there any chance you’d be willing to give me a lift home tonight. I usually get a ride with Bob, but he’s not here, and it’s a really long bus ride.”

Thinking that opportunities like this rarely come my way I immediately agreed to give her a ride. We made pleasant conversation on the 20 minute ride to our houses and we were almost there when we passed by the grocery store and I remembered that I needed to grab a couple things for my lunch for work the next day. She was amenable and followed me into the store where I quickly grabbed all of the things I needed and then headed over to the booze aisle and picked up a few things I didn’t need – a six pack of Sierra Nevada – hoping Kris would give me a reason to buy them.

Back in the car for the last few minutes of the ride, she started talking about some of the plays that she and the male co-captain had been working on with the team. We were almost at my house when I realized that she had given me the perfect excuse.

“I feel really bad about missing the first couple weeks of practice and I want to learn the plays as soon as possible, but I’m not following them too well like this. I think it would help to see them written down, you don’t have copies of them, do you?”

I knew full well that she didn’t have any written plays with her – there was nowhere they could have been hidden except crumpled at the bottom of her dirty soccer bag. She looked indecisive for a moment, torn between doing her duty to the team and going home. She offered exactly what I had hoped: instead of just dropping her off, I was welcome to come inside for a drink, the ataköy escort beers I had just purchased, and a strategy session. When she said it, I hoped that “come inside” was foreshadowing, although she clearly didn’t intend it that way.

As I entered her house, I looked around for any sign that might tell me whether she was lesbian or straight and nothing helped me at all. So I finally just asked her.

“So what brought you to the Rainbow League?”

She smirked knowingly…she knew what I was really asking. “Well, I used to be on a straight team, but the men there kept trying to make passes at me so my girlfriend persuaded me to switch into this league.”

I was crestfallen. “She is a lesbian,” I thought dejectedly to myself, until she continued…

“And after we broke up I thought about going back to the straight league just because I liked the schedule better, but then I started dating a guy on my old team and we had a bad break up, I knew he would try to make my life hell if we were ever on the field together…so that’s why I’m here. How about you?”

“Well, mostly because the schedule fit with my work schedule, but I’m also bi, so it’s kind of nice to be on a team where I don’t have to pretend to be straight just so the other guys will talk to me.”

She cocked her head and looked at me strangely. “Bi, huh? I woulda pegged you for gay for sure.”

“No, I really do like women also, I swear.”

She still didn’t look like she believed me, so I leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

“If I were gay, would I do that?”

She didn’t respond…instead, she leaned over and kissed me back hard, probing my open mouth with her tongue. As we continued to kiss, I reached out to hold her and eventually started working my hands up under her tank top, feeling her tits through her sports bra and trying to tweak her nipples through the tight spandex fabric. Still attached to my lips, she swung her leg over on top of me so that she was now sitting on my lap, facing me, and then started running her finger nails over my stomach and pecs as we made out. This gave me the perfect opportunity to check out the rest of her goods. After feeling up her great ass for a little while, I moved one of my hands around to the inside of her thigh and stuck my hand up into her crotch through the leghole of her shorts. I ran my fingers gently over the patch of baby blue that I had seen earlier and was surprised by the way her fat, engorged labia moved under my fingers as she shivered in my arms. I pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and felt around for the source of the wetness, the heat, waiting to sink my fingers into that muscular channel between her luscious thighs…and bahçelievler escort as I searched, I finally realized that my searching was for naught – that what I thought were her labia were actually testicles – and when I moved my hand beyond her testicles, I was rewarded with a throbbing, hard dick.

She tried to pull her mouth away from mine to explain but I held her face to mine with one hand while I moved the other one up and down her hard penis. She was so caught up worrying about her own endowment that she never stopped to think about mine – I would quickly put a stop to that.

I leaned back, causing her to lie on top of me, and pushed her panties and shorts off her with one hand while fondling her tits with the other. Finally, I felt her hard penis slap against my stomach. When I was done with her bottom half, I used both hands to remove her bra. Her heavy natural breasts fell with their full weight on top of my face. I nuzzled into them and pulled one of her fat nipples into my mouth, suckling while I worked to remove my own shorts and soaked briefs.

She tried to reach a hand down to fondle me, but I grabbed both of her hands and told her to wait, that I had a surprise for her. I placed her hands on my hairy chest and let go of one of her hands. With my now free hand, I reached down and stroked her penis, rubbing the foreskin up and down over the purple head, fondling her full and heavy balls. And then I placed her at my opening, put a hand on her ass, and pulled her dick into my dripping pussy. Her eyes sprang open and this time she forcefully pulled her mouth away from mine.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she gasped in pleasure as my tight pussy clenched around her invading member.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?” I replied.

She smirked and continued to fuck her hips into mine, over and over, burying her hot, hard shaft inside of me and then pulling it out, rubbing my g-spot on the way. I continued to fondle her breasts and suckle her nipples as she pounded into me, riding my pussy with her embedded dick.

I reached down to play with my dick – really a 2″ clit very enlarged by testosterone and able to get erect – and pumped my hips up against her as she pounded down into me. With my other hand, I reached around her to play with her balls, which were starting to tighten, and I felt the rest of her muscles begin to tighten up as well.

“I need to come…can I come inside of you or can you get pregnant?” she moaned.

“Come inside me…I want to feel your hot load in me.”

As I finished saying that, she bucked into me uncontrollably, thrusting deeper than she had before. I felt the swollen head of her penis press against my cervix as a hot rush of her thick cream spurted inside of me. Feeling her shoot so deep inside of me set off my own orgasm and I came hard, my pussy uncontrollably spasming around her throbbing member as she continued to empty her load deep inside of me. With her still on top of me and her member still hard inside of my cum-filled hole, I began to drift off to sleep dreaming about soccer matches to come.

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It is funny how most times in life you don’t see the life changing moment when it happens, that those times are often subtle and hidden from you until in hindsight you see how the decision you made at a given moment altered the entire trajectory of your journey. Yet other times you can see the fork in the road clearly or maybe, in my case, the better metaphor would be that I saw the on rushing semi-truck that was going to derail my course coming even if I didn’t originally recognize it for what it was at the time. My semi-truck was named Mary Hall and her arrival in my cubicle at the software company where I worked touched off a chain of events that I am still coming to terms with today.

It had been a typically boring Monday up to the point my boss brought the new recruit to meet me, the team lead, I remember having my back to them when they came in and when I turned being completely struck dumb by the sight of what was likely at that time the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. It was around the time that the T.V. show “Friends” had reached the height of its popularity and Mary would have fit right in with the cast because she looked like nothing more than a clone of a very young Jennifer Aniston only even prettier with swarthy tan skin and the perfect “Rachel” haircut made popular by the show. She also topped Jennifer A. by having a much larger chest whose tan wonderfulness I could just make out through the low cut neckline of her dress.

“Rick, this is Mary Hall, she is going to be joining our group and your team in particular so I thought you could show her around,” said my boss.

I think a full ten uncomfortable seconds passed before I could get my brain to re-engage and I could actually speak and introduce myself.

“Hey…ah…Mary, it’s nice to meet you” I said reaching for her hand, her flesh was warm and silky soft and I could only imagine what the rest of her would feel like. In my pants, my cock began to stir and I had worried that a definite bulge was going to form in my crotch area; I tried to distract myself by launching into a speech about the workings of our team and that helped a little. After regaining some control of my faculties, I took her on a tour of the department and introduced her around, trust me when I say she spun heads wherever we went and more than a few other men on the floor salivated over her before the tour was done. On my way home that night I berated myself a bit for all the fuss, I mean why I cared was a mystery to me. I was engaged to be married in ten months to a cute brunette from a local advertising company so I certainly wasn’t in the market and plus Mary had shown no real interest in me being coolly professional all day.

In the coming months Mary’s demeanor never changed, not just around me, but also around the company in general. She certainly drew plenty of interest from the single young men out on the floor and at times I found myself growing a bit jealous when men would come around our area to flirt with her and ask for dates, but she turned down every overture and seemed interested only in pursuing her career. That was not to say that she was completely aloof, she did join our office soccer team of which I was captain and she would show an occasional smile at practice and even laughed a few times when we would go for beers as a team afterward. I must admit that after our first practice the sight of Mary’s tan, athletic body in a tight pair of shorts and a tube top had sent me straight to the bathroom that night to jerk a load of cum from my ball’s while picturing her sweet body running around that field. To make matters worse I came within a hairs breath of screaming “Mary!!” one night when I came while making love to my fiancé, imagine how that would have gone over. I did try at times to flirt with her a bit, in a mostly joking way, I could not help myself I was very attracted to her even though I knew nothing was going to come of it and she never really reciprocated so I figured it was mostly just harmless office hijinks.

Everything changed at the semi-annual office team building party. I admit I had more to drink than I usually did that night and I was buzzing something fierce around mid-night when I stepped outside from the bar to get some air. Out in the parking lot I recognized Mary along with about half a dozen other members of our department laughing and milling in a circle. Mary came running over and it was obvious that she was buzzing at least as hard if not harder than me, she was talking faster and louder than I had ever seen her before.

“Hey, Hey boss man…you have to get in on this…we are going over to the office and re-live our childhood…total game of hide and seek…in the dark!” she said waving her hands in the air rather manically.

I laughed and thought, and I am sure this was the alcohol, that it sounded like an awesome idea and the next thing I know the eight of us are back at the office on our floor, which in the dark was a seemingly endless maze of cubicles, beşiktaş escort and high wall offices. After a bit of bickering over who was going to be “It” we finally settled on our office lead tech, Steve, and as he counted down we scattered like a startled flock of birds running in ever which direction. I original dove into a cubicle but after a few minutes I decided I was to exposed and with Steve’s footsteps moving in my direction I made a quick getaway toward a row of high wall offices. I tried three in a row finding them all locked until I got to the last one and was grateful when the door opened. I slipped inside just a head of the sounds of movement from down the hall and looking to improve my hiding situation I went to slip under a worktable against the wall only to crash right into Mary who had chosen the same place. With a lot of giggling from Mary, we managed to untangle ourselves and sat back up with Mary pressing a finger to my lips in an admonishment to keep quiet. We waited in the semi-darkness staring at each other as Steve’s footsteps came our way and then receded allowing our panic to slip away.

“I think were safe,” I whispered.

“Yeah” said Mary and in the tight confines I could just catch the hint of Jack Daniels on her breath as we sat close together.

I was just about to suggest that we split up and find new hiding places when the unexpected happened, Mary, who had been looking into my face for the past several minutes suddenly reached up and placed one warm soft hand on my right cheek and to my utter amazement leaned forward to kiss my lips with hers. I am not sure I even reacted at first, between the alcohol and the shock I was too stunned to do anything, this girl who everyone on the floor wanted and who had never shown any interest in me before this moment was now kissing me in the dark under a desk! I have to say I recovered quickly and slid one arm around her waist pulling her body toward mine as I began to kiss her back in earnest. Her lips were exactly as I imagined, soft as butter, and as we rolled out from under the table with her body coming to rest under mine I felt her take things up a notch as she moved from soft kisses to pressing her tongue into my mouth, which I gladly met with my own.

For a few long moments we lay in the dark our mouths pressing together again and again and our tongues dancing as we made out like a couple of teenagers on a Saturday night. I simply could not quite believe this was happening and I thought surely any minute we were going to be caught. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any crazier Mary stopped kissing me and laid back just looking up at me as I fought to catch my breath, then she made another totally unexpected move, she reached up with her right hand and started to unbutton her blouse, slowly, one button at a time. If I hadn’t thought I was going to have a heart attack before I sure as hell did now, every bone in my body wanted this to happen, but at the same time I realized this was wrong and that I was about to cheat on a woman who had never done a single wrong thing to me. I felt my whole body begin to shake with a combination of fear, desire, and shame as Mary reached the bottom of her shirt, the two halves were still together and she was still covered at this point but it would take just the slightest effort to change that, for the first time since the kissing started Mary finally spoke.

“How about it Rick…do you want to be a bad boy…” she whispered and gave me a slow Cheshire smile.

I wanted to be a man of will and strong conviction, but I never in my life to that point had held a woman like Mary in my arms and I felt my willpower melt away like snow in the sun. I reached down and slowly slid the two sides of her shirt open, to my amazement she wasn’t wearing a bra and underneath I was greeted by the heart stopping sight of the two most flawlessly beautiful breasts I had ever seen. I also found myself in possession of the answer to a question that had been making the rounds for months in the break room, would Mary Hall have any tan lines, the answer was an emphatic “NO!” her breasts were as tan as the rest of her, a soft cocoa butter brown color with two silver dollar sized sun kissed areola’s an even darker shade of brown contrasting the rest of her silky soft skin.

“Oh my God…” I blurted involuntarily.

“What?” asked Mary?

I spoke honestly and without thinking, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”

Mary smiled up at me and reached a hand to pull my head, mouth back to hers as she Frenched kissed me deep and long, and I could feel my penis swelling rock hard in my jeans. This time I broke the kiss to run my tongue down her neck and across her chest to engulf one of those perfect tits, her skin was silky smooth in my mouth and her nipples were firm as I ran my tongue across them and her bumpy areola’s. Mary began to moan softly as I licked and sucked her hot fun bags beşyol escort and squeezed her sweet melons in my hands loving every minute.

“Rick…do you want me?” she whispered.

“Yes” I answered my voice shaking.

Mary sat up lightly kissing me again as my head came off her chest, she continued forward until I was pushed over on my back and she was on top, she quietly shed her shirt so that she was completely naked from the waist up her magnificent tits pointing out away from her so firm they defied gravity. She lifted my shirt off over my head and began to kiss her way down my chest until she reached my stomach were she ran her tongue down across my belly button making me squirm slightly as I was a bit ticklish. When she reached my pants, she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my fly before pulling them down as I lifted my hips to aid her. I watched breathless as she took my underwear down exposing my thick seven inch penis to the cool office air, I was so excited at this point that my prick fairly exploded from my pants standing almost vertical it was so hard. Mary smiled up at me before taking my turgid pole in her hand sending a chill through my body as she began to stroke my rigid flesh with her warm smooth palm, I was in absolute heaven as the most beautiful woman ever to grace the hallways of our company began to stroke and rub my naked cock.

“You have a nice fat cock Rick…” Mary commented. “I think I want to suck it…if that’s ok?”

“Oh…ah…Mary…yes…please suck my cock…” I whispered desperately.

I watched in quiet fascination a scene I never in a million years thought would play out as Mary Hall bent down and took my rock hard penis into her mouth. I shuddered from head to toe at the feel of her warm mouth engulfing the fat purple head of my love pole but she didn’t stop there as her head continued to descend until she had deep throated my entire tool her nose almost touching my curly black pubic hairs. What followed was the single hottest blowjob I had ever received in my life; Mary should have won an Oscar for best performance in a sex act for what she did to me. Her head never stopping as she licked and sucked every sweet inch running her tongue up and down and even licking and suckling my hardening ball sack as she stroked my saliva slickened prick. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to cry out as she worked my aching love gun and even harder not to blow my entire load down her throat as she touched me in ways I never imagined, finally I reached the point of no return as I could feel the jizz beginning to boil in my sack.

“OH CHRIST Mary! GOING TO CUM! AH FUCK!” I moaned through gritted teeth.

Mary was far from done with me though; she slowed her movements and finally let my wet hard pole drop from her lips as she smiled over at me. I fought to calm down as Mary sat up just enough to unzip her skirt and then shimmied out of it leaving her clothed only in a black thong, then even that was gone as she hooked two fingers into it and slid it off over her feet leaving her completely naked next to me. First question out of the way, no, she still had no tan lines to speak of, brown as a berry from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her pussy was lightly dusted with a small thatch of curly brown hair that was trimmed into a neat rounded triangle around her Venus mound; below she sported a pair of gorgeous thick dark pussy lips that glistened with early morning dew. If I thought I was hard before the sight of Mary’s perfect snatch made it even worse, I swear my cock felt like it was going to pop off my body and go flying around the room like a busted balloon. Time seemed to slow down as Mary crawled on top of my naked body positioning her wet pussy so that the shaft of my cock was pinned by the wet lips of her cunt like bread around a hotdog. She placed her hands on my chest and looked into my eyes as she slowly began to slide her ass back and forth rubbing my cock with her wet pussy and driving me nuts at the same time.

“Rick…when was the first time you found yourself wanting me?” she asked softly.

“The first time I saw you…ah…in my…mmmmmm…cubicle…you looked so beautiful…I couldn’t talk…” I gasped.

“MMMMmmmmmmmmm I remember…want to know a secret? I wanted you then to…,” she confessed as she continued to tease my cock with her wet pussy lips.

“I’ve tried so hard to be a good girl Rick…I knew you belonged to someone else…but when we were under that table…I couldn’t stand to be so close and not know what it was like to be with you…” groaned Mary as her breathing began to come in quick gasps.

“Oh…Mary…” was all I could say, as the urge to fuck was overwhelming, being inside her was all I could think about.

“Last chance Rick…if you don’t stop me…I’m going to fuck you…” she whispered.

I couldn’t have stopped her if I wanted to, my body was completely possessed and she owned beykent escort me at the moment, heart and soul, she reached down and took ahold of me and with agonizing slowness eased her tight cunt down to engulf my hard pole. For the first time I couldn’t help but let out a low groan at the feel of the hottest, tightest pussy that I had ever come into contact with in my life. Being inside Mary was more amazing than I had ever imagined, and I have a great imagination. It wasn’t long before she began to move, grinding her clit against the base of my shaft as she made sweet love to my hard fuck rocket, I lay back and watched as her face contorted into ecstasy and her mouth hung slightly open as she breathed harder and harder.

“OH…Yes! Rick! AH…your cock…so big…so good…FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE ME! Feels so good to fuck you baby!” moaned Mary through clinched teeth.

I reached up to squeeze her beautiful chest mounds as Mary road me into the ground, I knew after all I had been through that night I wouldn’t last very long, although the alcohol was helping a little with that, but I could feel the cum already working its way up my shaft. With a groan of lust and need I rolled to my right bringing myself on top but somehow managing to keep my cock firmly inside Mary’s sweet snatch the whole time, as I looked down on her bouncing tits I began to fuck her deep and long giving her every pounding inch as she moaned and gasped underneath me.

“YES! AH…YES! TAKE ME Rick! FUCK ME DEEP…GOD SO GOOD!…want to…feel you cum baby!…FILL MY FUCKING PUSSY Rick!” cried out Mary.

She didn’t have to wait long to get what she asked for, three strokes later I went off like the Fourth of July my balls exploding sending a torrent of cum out the end of my jerking shaft as I filled Mary’s gorgeous love box with my fertile seed.

“OHHHHH GOD Mary…I’M CUMMMMINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!” I groaned trying not to scream although I sure as hell wanted to.

“Rick!..I FEEL YOU…GOING WITH YOU!…Rickkkkkkkkkk!” answered Mary as I felt her pussy tighten on my pole as her own orgasm ripped through her.

We lay for a few moments after that, both of us fighting to catch our breath before Mary finally moved out from under me and proceeded to quickly dress herself, I followed suit but wondered at how quiet she was being, I felt like one of us should say something but I wasn’t sure what. Finally she gave me a nod that she was going to sneak out the door first but as we stood she did briefly pull me to her and kissed me one last time saying.

“Thank you…I…thanks” she said quietly and then slipped out the door. I was not sure what to make of that.

The following months were even stranger as Mary immediately reverted to her old professionalism and made no hint or mention of what happened between us on the floor of that office. I have to say I was a little hurt by her seeming indifference and eventually I gave up trying to talk about it with her and concentrated on my upcoming nuptials. It was just two weeks before the wedding when Mary suddenly appeared in my office and asked to speak with me in private. We found an unused conference room and I shut the door and turned only to find Mary right behind me as she threw her arms around my neck.

“Jesus Mary…what are you doing? You don’t hardly speak to me for two months and then you throw yourself at me…I don’t get you” I said with no small bit of heat.

“I know…I’m sorry…it was so confusing after…I wasn’t sure…I mean we had both been drinking and things were a little crazy and I didn’t know if you…” her voice trailed off as she stared.

“If I what? wanted to be with you?…wanted to call off my wedding to see if whatever this is between us is real?…you should have at least given me a chance to make a decision, it’s my life to you know and I… “I said as I built up steam for a serious tirade.

“I’m pregnant,” said Mary.

That brought me to a halt as I stared slack jawed.

“If you’re wondering…I haven’t been with anyone else so…it’s yours” said Mary and then flopped into a chair holding her head in her hands.

“Please don’t be mad at me…I should have told you that night…that I wasn’t on the pill and…but I was a bit drunk and we were so…turned on…and I wanted to with you so bad…I…” Mary almost babbled as tears began to flow down her face.

I went to her and bent down taking her hands in mine as I looked into her tear streaked face, frankly I didn’t know what I was going to say until I said it and I guess I surprised even myself when the words came out.

“I love you Mary…” I said.

Mary’s crying slowed and she starred at me for a long moment, I would like to say by the way that even with her face flush and streaked with tears and her eyes bright red she was still the most beautiful woman in our office by a landslide, and we had a big office.

“You…love me” she repeated in the soft tone of bewilderment that you hear from children on Christmas morning when they can’t quite believe that a saintly old bearded man in a red suit actually did make it down the chimney with gifts. I guess that is what she really needed to hear though because she suddenly leaned forward and kissed me deep and hard, her lips sweet and soft against mine before she pulled back just enough to look into my eyes.

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It was a hot spring day. The air conditioner at work was not working properly and offered little relief. It was one of those days that made you sticky all day, a day where clothes cling to bodies like saran wrap. Chelsea looked at the clock. She had an hour before her lunch break. The office was miserable. There wasn’t a lot of work to be done so she decided to take the rest of the day off.

Chelsea drove to her townhouse and stripped off her clothes the minute she got through the door. Her body glistened with perspiration. The cool air made her get gooseflesh and her nipples hardened. She had decided to head to the beach for the afternoon. First she had to take a shower. Then she would pack her beach bag, get dressed and get on the road.

As soon as she got on the freeway, Chelsea decided against using the air conditioner in her car. She needed fresh air, and the coastal breeze was cool. After she put down the top on her convertible, she pulled back onto the freeway.

There wasn’t much traffic at this time of day. She turned up the stereo and relaxed in the driver’s seat. It didn’t take long before the effects of the sun; breeze and good music hit Chelsea.

The thin halter top and wrap around skirt caressed her skin. She reached down between her legs and her fingers found her smooth mound. She just teased it, savoring the excitement of arousal.

Just as she had rubbed the hard nodule between her folds, sending currents coursing through her body, an 18-wheeler passed her. The driver honked his horn and gave her the thumbs up sign. Chelsea just smiled.

The exhibitionist in her did not mind the stranger’s intrusion, not one bit. In fact, it made her even more exited and anxious to get to the beach and find a secluded area.

Chelsea pressed her foot down on the accelerator. The wind whipped through her long mane and danced across her torso. Though the sun was warm, she finally began to feel relief from the stifling heat. “It won’t be much longer,” she thought.

In less than a half hour, she exited the freeway and made her way to the parking lot at the beach. It was practically empty and finding a spot was not difficult. She raised the top on her car, grabbed her beach bag, locked her car and set the alarm.

“It shouldn’t be too hard to find a nice secluded spot,” Chelsea thought. She walked down the shoreline, the waves rushing up to cool her feet. Humming to herself, she walked until she came to a spot just past some rocks. There wasn’t another soul in sight. She opened her bag, pulled out a beach blanket and spread it out.

She untied the halter top she wore letting it casually fall from her breasts. The halter was then replaced by a bikini top, which accentuated Chelsea’s full, round, firm breasts. Next, Chelsea untied the wrap around skirt and bent over to grab her bikini bottom from her bag as the skirt cascaded to the ground. The breeze blew between her legs blowing gently on her rear end and into her soft, moist folds.

Chelsea finished unpacking her bag then settled into the spot she’d found on the beach. She rubbed tanning oil everywhere she could reach then laid back to sunbathe.

She turned on the radio and opened a bottle of cold water. She also set the timer she brought with her to avoid burning. When it rang, she would turn over. Smiling to herself she thought, “It’s kind of like basting a turkey!”

Soon, Chelsea started getting drowsy. The sun and the cool breeze could do that to a relaxed person. Her eyelids started getting heavy so she decided to take a swim to wake herself up.

Chelsea was a graceful swimmer; she swam out several hundred yards then let the waves bring her back toward the shore. She did not notice the man standing just beyond the rocks and the spot she had staked out for herself.

He stood there watching her, as her arms sliced through the water and then her breasts bobbing along the top of the water as she floated back to shore. She rubbed her wet skin, wiping the water from bahçeşehir escort it, as she walked out of the water and back up on the beach.

She glanced around, and saw no one. She took her wet bikini off and wrung it out then spread it out on a nearby bush. Unaware of her audience, Chelsea smoothed more oil on her body and lay down on her blanket again.

Still aroused, she lazily traced her body lightly with her fingers. She flicked her taut nipples with a finger she had moistened in her mouth. Using both her hands, she explored her own body. As she did, she breathed faster and more shallowly. She took her time, savoring the exquisite sensations caused by her surroundings as well as her hands.

Chelsea began to moan. She didn’t even think about someone hearing her. Her moans became louder and higher pitched as she worked herself into frenzy as she used one hand to spread her lips and the other to rub her clitoris in circles. Her finger increased in speed and applied more pressure as she came closer and closer to an orgasm.

Beyond the rocks, the man watched Chelsea with awe. She was a beautiful sight. Her tan skin glistened in the sunlight. Beads of perspiration bejeweled her forehead. Full lips lay under a straight nose. Her long hair fanned out around her head on the ground.

Between her full, round, firm breasts and her smooth mound, a flat, hard stomach heaved with each breath. Her arms danced along side of her as her hands worked their magic. Long, lean legs flexed as her feet dug into the sand. The man could not resist, he crept towards her quietly so as not to disturb her.

Before he reached her, she cried out with joy as her back arched and her pussy spit out its juices. Almost as quickly, she rolled onto her stomach and started to doze. The sun warmed her backside and she spread her legs slightly to ensure an even tan.

Chelsea had no idea of how long she lay there. It didn’t seem like very long and almost suddenly, she could feel the sun being blocked. She paid no mind to this, the clouds would block out the sun quite frequently during the day.

Her arms were stretched out, palms down. She spread her legs even farther apart. The man could clearly see her shaved pussy and the wetness still covering it. He was close enough to smell her had the brine not diluted her scent. He had the overpowering urge to touch her, taste her…he kneeled down between her feet and walked on his knees to get between her legs. Chelsea did not move, except the air in her lungs raising her torso slightly off the ground.

The man hesitated only a moment. He was already naked just as she was. His swimming trunks lay in a heap just beyond the edge of her blanket. He reached out his hand slowly, not wanting to startle her. He ran a finger, ever so lightly, up the inside of her thigh.

He saw her butt wriggle its approval. As he got closer to her mound, she unconsciously raised her hips. He traced the folds of her pussy with his finger then dipped it into her well. It was hot and wet. He could feel the walls of her vagina clamp down on his finger. Chelsea softly moaned as he moved his finger in and out of her hole.

It was as wet as a tongue when he pulled it out and started massaging her clit. Chelsea raised her ass even higher into the air. The stranger’s member was standing at attention. His need was demanding as he continued to work Chelsea’s hard little nodule.

Tingling strands of fire struck deep within her as a quiet moan of pleasure escaped her lips, the first sign of acknowledgement. She felt his hands move over her back. He could feel the movement of her firm muscles. His hands moved down her back. He pushed her forward slightly and spread her cheeks to fully expose her anxious, moist opening, and then he bent down to taste her warm salt. Chelsea gasped as his tongue reached forward and found her erect clit peeking out from behind her folds. She pulled her knees under bakırköy escort her and raised her ass up in the air.

He prodded and nuzzled after she moved to give him easier access, then he dipped deep into her well, tasting and exploring her depths. Chelsea was hardly aware of anything except the hot pulses of sensations coursing through her. Chelsea wasn’t sure if her excitement was heightened by the location or the uncertainty of the man who fondled and licked her so expertly. Every spot he kissed or touched burned like fire. She burned down deep to that ultimate spot that tingled with desire.

Only he could hear her breath coming faster and the cries of pleasure she was making. He straightened up behind her, moved in closer and slowly entered her hungry man-eater. As he did, she rocked back, pushing him in until she had his full length buried deep inside her. A cry of pleasure escaped his lips at her unbelievably warm welcome.

He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled back slightly. He reached around with one hand and found her swollen node of pleasure and stroked it as she shoved back onto him, again taking in his full length.

When he sensed she was close to her climax, he began stroking her harder and faster. She rocked back and forth on his rock hard member. He steadied her with his free hand and pulled back again. Then he plunged back into her and pulled back.

Not wanting this sensational experience to end too soon, he pulled completely out and turned Chelsea over. She could not easily see his face in the shadow of the sun directly behind him. He bent over and took her breasts into his hands. As he felt the warm fullness of her large, round, firm breasts, he grazed a nipple with his tongue. Then he took it into his mouth and pulled it. He suckled each nipple until he felt her hips buck beneath him, signaling her impatience to have him inside her once again.

Chelsea felt the soft skin of the tip of his cock tickle her thigh. She started to reach down, wanting to force him to enter her, but he grabbed her wrists and held them in his hands. A short-lived wave of panic washed over Chelsea when she was pinned to the ground.

She could finally see his face. He was gorgeous. His eyes were such a deep brown; she could barely see his pupils. He had strong facial features and a wide, sexy smile. She was too excited to really be picky about the man’s looks but she was even more turned on now that she saw him.

He let go of her wrists and backed down between her legs, tonguing her once again. He loved the taste of her. He pulled her clit into his mouth sucking it hard. He could see her breasts heaving with each breath she took. Her fingers found their way into his hair, and she pulled his head even closer. He slowly pushed his forefinger into her quivering pussy.

Chelsea felt her head spinning and a familiar eruption building up deep within her. Her legs began shaking as she tried to catch her breath. The man got on his knees and guided the head of his penis to the entrance to her womanhood. Her hips rose to meet him and her hands reached out for him.

Again he grabbed her wrists and held her down. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him farther into her, her pussy swallowing him whole. He penetrated her fully and felt his own climax nearly found its peak. He plunged in and then pulled back once more. He sensed her readiness and began to stroke her harder and faster.

Her hips met each his every stroke as he penetrated her fully. The sight of her was more than any man could bear. Her breasts danced about to the beat of his intrusive cock. Her tongue wet her full, luscious lips. Her fingers dug into the sand beneath the blanket, and he could see the lean muscles in her arms flex. Her flat, toned stomach seemed to know with the excitement of his touch. The hips topping her chiseled legs framed the soft area above her slit. She was clean and he could not recall seeing başakşehir escort such a smooth pussy on a female since grade school.

The sensation of her soft, smooth skin caressing his straining dick and his nut sack was unbelievable. Just looking at this gorgeous woman sent blood rushing to his tool, making it even harder than thought possible.

She was beautiful, lying naked on the beach before him. She was the nearest thing to heaven he’d ever seen. The response he received from her hot, willing body was more than he could have asked for.

Chelsea was way too aroused to take a similar inventory of him though the man kneeling between her legs was very easy on the eyes and knew his way around a woman’s body.

Chelsea didn’t hear her own breath coming faster and faster, or the moans erupting from her but he did. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her buttocks, lifting her off the ground and opening her up so he could delve to the very depths of her.

He felt the head of his dick hit the back wall of her vagina, her cervix consume the tip. She grabbed each breast in a hand and massaged them in time with the rhythm of his penetration. She took in every bit of his hardness, the lips of her pussy reaching out for his balls.

He felt her wonder walls quiver and spasm as her pussy got wetter and hotter. He pushed in and pulled out of her fully, as her hunger enveloped him.

Chelsea could feel him growing inside her. His cock touching places never touched before. Her mind was reeling from the electric shocks coursing through her body.

She felt she would soon explode. Not a single word had been exchanged between the two. He looked at her, visibly aroused, and felt her body reacting to the elements and his touch.

She had to close her eyes as the climax erupted from her…it started deep in her lower abdomen and quickly spread to her squirming pussy and then the rest of her body. She screamed out, “fuck me hard, fuck me, fuck me now!” as she came.

He could not believe how her pussy clamped down on him as it showered him with her juices. Barely able to move inside her, he forced his way as deep as he could go as he felt his hot fluid push at the opening on the head of his throbbing cock. As he buried himself deep inside her, his come mixed with hers.

The bodies first tightening then relaxing once spent. He collapsed on top of Chelsea and he kissed her full mouth, his tongue flitting in and out of her slightly parted lips. She could taste herself on him. When he pulled back to look at her, she was smiling and he smiled in return. Then he pulled himself completely off of her, stood up and looked around.

Silently, he walked over to the spot where he’d dispensed of his trunks and picked them up. Casually, he put them on and started to walk away. Chelsea continued to lay there totally astonished with what had just happened to her. Blissfully she rolled to her side, grabbed her bikini and sat up. As she dressed, she watched the man walk away from her.

She felt the stir of longing as she witnessed each step he took. Fighting the urge to call out to him and break the silence they had shared, Chelsea ran to the water and waded out until she could immerse herself. She swam for a while then walked out of the water.

She picked up a few seashells from the beach as she walked back to her blanket. She could still feel her legs quivering and her heart beating in her pussy.

When she got to the blanket, she noticed a piece of paper as she sat down next to her bag. There was a note on it, which read, “Thanks for a spectacular time. You are the most beautiful woman I have had the pleasure of knowing intimately. I don’t know if the incredible experience could be duplicated but it would be interesting to try, don’t you think? My phone number is 555-0807, give me a call if you care to take the chance.”

He signed it simply with a smiley face. She grinned and packed up her beach bag. Her cell phone was in her car. She was definitely ready for more unbelievable sensations coursing throughout her body and she ran all the way back to the parking lot.

Breathless, she reached her destination. As she unlocked her doors, she looked up and saw the man a few rows down watching her. She smiled and picked up her phone. Chelsea held it up so he could see and he smiled as he walked towards her.

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First off for all of you non Canadians, a quad is a 4 wheeled a.t.v. The story is all true.

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Wayne walked through the cows. I was sitting on the quad looking at them also. The pastures had had a lot of water this year and foot rot was likely to happen. I would see one or two he couldn’t see, so I would tell him what number they were or that one over there.

“You know you owe me $20 an hour for services rendered. A vet doesn’t come by this cheap very often.” I joked at him.

He finished up his search and walked toward the quad. The cows had started their way across the pasture. He wrote down which numbers that needed a needle in his book.

Returning to the quad, I just assumed we were going to leave. I turned the key and pushed the start button up. The engine revved up. So did Wayne’s motor. He leaned over to kiss me. But the start of a kiss led to a deeper, much more meaningful one.

Sitting on the quad in the middle of the pasture, the sun shone down bright. A slight breeze blowing kept most of the mosquitoes the water brought away.

He took my hand and led it to his raging hard on. He always joked that I turned him on no sancaktepe escort matter what we were doing. I guess that was true. What other man not completely infatuated with a girl could get turned on by checking cows. Trust me it’s happened lots and in stranger situations.

As the motor was running, Wayne turned the key off. It was then that I realized more was going to take place. This time we were behind lots of trees. Although the nearest farm wasn’t that far away, I was sure that no matter how loud I squealed, they still couldn’t hear me.

He pushed me onto the seat. My back pressed against the seat, my head resting on the hardened plastic which they use to hold fencing tools, or spray containers. It wasn’t the most comfortable of places to be resting one’s head.

His hand slid down to between my legs. Rubbing on the outside of my shorts. My pussy heating up. I needed more, right now.

He lifted me up by holding my hand. Suggesting I turn around. He stood at the back of the quad. Undoing his pants. Pushing them down to his ankles.

I stripped myself of my shorts and panties. Moving ümraniye escort onto the black plastic seat (I will call it that). My legs dangling over the back. He came between my legs. The quad was slightly higher than the height of which his cock was. So this technique wasn’t going to work.

Instead, I pushed him back a step and I leaned down to IT. Letting his cock slide into my mouth. The movement of it inside was like the feeling one gets when they have something ravishing. The way u devour it. The way it swells in your mouth right before you swallow it. Reaching the point of almost no return. Then moving your mouth back up. Letting your mouth be the cock’s feast.

My mouth’s passion is here only to please the cock. The cock that belongs to this man whom I love. The one who claims he would do anything for me.

The air blows calmly through the trees. The mosquitoes are no where around. The cows wandered off long ago.

Leaving his cock to swell and await the presence of my sweet pussy, I jump off the black seat. Turning around so he can see my ass. He loves my ass. He wants to fuck it one tuzla escort day. But to compromise, I let him tease me to a certain degree. But all entrances must be completely in my pussy. Unless of course he wants his done!!

As I rest my arms on the black seat, his tip touches my ass. Sliding down the crack and following it like a pencil does a ruler for a straight line. With the exception of course being I have a hole.

All the teasing aside, his cock enters me. I clench the hard black rim of the seat. Leaning down further like I do when we go on web cam so people can watch us fuck.

He can watch his cock penetrate my pussy. And when all is a go from me, he can use his fingers to tease my other hole. His hands on my hips, pulling me into him.

I look up and see the trees moving. The sky is blue with a few clouds. Now is not the time for a down pour of rain. When I get wet, I prefer the wetness from cum. Not water.

The noises started coming, the grunting, the heavy breathing. I knew what was going to come in mere seconds. Yes, the part I love. Should I turn around and let him cum all over my face? Turn around and take his cock in my mouth and swallow all the appetizing cum he made for me?

That part of the story is ours to share. You can imagine what I would do, can’t you?

As we drove away from the cows I laughed and said, “I guess you bartered your way out of this one didn’t ya Wayne”.

A smile came across his face, and a reply of “I guess you are right Tami. I guess you are right.”

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The heat outside is palpable as we wait for our train to depart from a small town in Switzerland. Beads of sweat form upon our brows as the announcement arrives that there is a technical problem and the train will be approximately 2 hours late. You look at me with a frustrated and desperate expression, since your plans have been altered against your “control.” I am still smiling. You shake your head, not knowing how I do it, but you are fully aware that my facial expression reads that I am hungry for an adventure. You lean across the seats and cum close to me and place your hands around my ass as I lean back and whisper in your ear

“I have plans for you today. Just relax and let me pass the next two hours for you.”

I am wearing a light blue see-through sundress, and as I lift my legs and stretch them across to your seat on the train, facing me, i create a V-like shape with my legs, capturing you within them. I spread my legs just enough to see that I have chosen a white mesh G-string that allows you to peak at my smoothness. You disappear cognitively for a moment, but I know exactly where you are 🙂 All other passengers have disembarked by this time, and as you return from your brief mental imagery, I tell you that we should find a locker for our bags and take a short walk. You know this code language. Translation: we have two hours to find a place, and I want to fuck.

After we have placed our bags in the locker you become quite determined to find a spot private enough for us to enjoy each other as we wait for the next train to arrive. Not wanting to venture too far, you pull at the knob of the door of a proximal residential kozyatağı escort building. The building has 4-5 floors. We climb the staircase and I can tell you are nearly ready to propose a fuck right there in the stairwell, but for now it just seems a tad too public (though we both know that a bit of public risk has always held its rewards)!

We climb to the top and find a door to the attic. We are quite fortunate as the door has been left open. We find a considerably clean attic in which the locals dry their laundry. “Perfect” you mutter. There is a window at the end of the attic. We slowly venture towards the window and marvel the view over the alps. While we become overwhelmed at this natural view we begin to embrace each other and feel each other’s various body parts. This “stale” moment does not last long.

You whisper,

“I want you…”

starting to caress my ass and kiss my neck. You hear me sigh in pleasure and slowly begin to pull up my dress from the bottom as you continue kissing every inch of my flesh, teasingly caressing your hands over my tight abs and down to the sensitive creases of my groin. Finally you have access to my pussy. You reach behind me with both hands, guiding me towards you, and then reach over to touch my smoothness.

“My god you are wet,”

I hear you whisper. As you begin to fine-tune the circular pressure-filled movements along and against my clitoris, I kneel down and unbuckle your shorts. Your already erect penis springs out as I free it from the grip of the sports boxers beneath. I take a close look at the küçükyalı escort engorged veins of your penis, followed by a glance up into your eyes and then I take the tip of your cock in my mouth. I can tell that you could cum any second and so I release the grip of my hand against your hardened shaft and I just linger delicately with my tongue around the head of your penis.

When I feel your tension release, in a single motion, I dive upon you and allow yourself as deeply into my mouth as possible. I pull back and repeat the motion a few times, adding the slow oppositely twisting movements of my hands in rhythm with my mouth against you. You pull me up by my hands, no longer able to wait, you crave to feel your fully erect cock inside of my sweet slippery warmth. You turn me around against the little windows and place your hardened shaft between my legs and with your hand start to slowly penetrate me. Once fully inserted, you just have to stop and stand still to enjoy the perfect fit. And then you begin to feel my vaginal walls squeeze you. In ecstasy, you grab my waist and start to pump slowly from behind. You watch your cock as it slides in and out of me, marveling at the natural lubricant that is glistening upon you. You sigh in pleasure and I ask you to fuck me harder by pushing back on each thrust.

You respond by grabbing my waist and pouring yourself into me fully. As the sweat rolls down our bodies, you turn me around and walk me to a support pole in the attic (I know this action is in large part to prevent yourself from allowing the experience to end quite mutlukent escort yet).

You lift me up so to support me against the leaning pole with your body. My ankles are pressing into your shoulders; my back is firm against the pole, while you stand fully erect. I grab your cock and guide you into my pulsing wet pussy. The position is perfect. It is as though I am supported by your fully engorged cock against that pole. Both of us groan at the perfect view of the penetration, as you support me with your muscular arms while you fuck me standing up. Your animal and male instincts are ignited and I sink into this position, feeling like a feathered angel being fucked brutally against a pole. You begin to feel the internal contractions of my vaginal walls against you, and I close my eyes to allow every sensation to penetrate me fully.

As the climax grows, I push farther into you. The sight and feel of these pulsations against you is simply too much. You slowly lower me and I kneel before you, working your shaft in the rhythms that I have learned, imagining my hands and mouth to be the “milking contractions” you felt while inside of me, as I move up and down, adapting to your every move. Not much is needed at this point as you lean back and begin to release yourself fully, and I am aroused even more so by your own arousal. But realizing that there is more to cum, I take the tip of your cock in my mouth until you have emptied completely. I collapse to embrace you on the concrete floor in complete euphoria. Soon we realize we have only half an hour to return to the train station. We kiss each other fully and chuckle as we search for the pieces of clothing we have torn from each other, and together, we leave the attic and head back to the train station. As we board the train and resume our positions across from each other once again, I immediately rest my legs upon your thighs, take your hand and place it in my lap, indicating that “this” journey is over, for now…yet far from over…

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I lost my virginity to Nick when I was eighteen and for months I wondered what all the fuss was about.

He was my first proper boyfriend, the first one I’d brought home to meet my parents, and that first time in my empty home, with my parents out with my brother and sister, we had painful and awkward sex. It had been something he’d been pressuring me for months, and as time had passed I had gotten increasingly excited about the experience I was about to share. Friends had spoken of sex as this wonderful moment of bliss, of connection with the person you loved.

Instead I just remembered wondering whether that was it.

Reading stories online had told me that it was something that would get better, that lovers learned each others bodies as time went on. But while we kept doing things together, each time I didn’t ever feel myself get close to orgasm, and that awkwardness never seemed to pass even as time stretched on.

Sometimes I wondered whether it was me. One time, after a session where Nick had finished in just a few minutes so I was left feeling unfulfilled once more, I had spent time looking in the bathroom mirror. My red hair cascading past the pale skin of my shoulders and down to my perky handful of breasts. A constellation of freckles spread across my cheeks, blushed red from the limited exertion of coupling with my boyfriend.

I had spent minutes there, looking at myself and wondering whether I was the problem, whether I should be the one making more of an effort. Wondering whether anyone else was out there thinking the same about themselves, or whether it was just me that was broken.

If Nick was aware of my self doubt then he didn’t show it. After every session he would act as if he’d taken me to nirvana and back, had spoken with such confidence during sex that I was sure that I should have felt something close to what he was describing. But even when he went down on me he would spend a few minutes fumbling his tongue around where he thought my clit was before I would drag him back up my body to kiss me. Because almost anything was better than him performing oral.

This went on for a few months, our time in college coming to an end and our future at university together rapidly approaching. We’d both, in the midst of young love and naivety, picked and taken offers from the same university about an hour north of our hometown. It was far away enough that we could spread our wings, but close enough that if anything went wrong that our parents wouldn’t be too far away.

While how I felt about Nick felt eternal, I did also feel a little unrest growing within me. Going to the same university suddenly felt stifling, and I worried that with us both living in each others pockets we wouldn’t make new friends, and would just live in a little bubble together. I shared these fears with Nick but he just dismissed them as if they were nothing. However, the city we were moving to had two universities, and without telling another soul I made enquiries about enrolling there rather than the one I knew my boyfriend was going to.

It didn’t change much as the summer started to wind down. We made plans to spend more time with loved ones, and with such plans to leave came parties with our respective families and friends. Two weeks before I was due to move into halls, I had a relatively small affair with my parents, siblings and Nick where we ordered in pizza and played a few board games. I had everyone I loved with me, and it was just the kind of night I loved at the time.

Nick’s was a little different.

With his friendship group splitting apart and moving to different parts of the country, it was one last chance for him to spend time with the three of them before it became harder to see one another. I couldn’t begrudge that, even if I was mostly ignored by him and almost everyone else.

Thankfully his older brother kept me company. Ryan was four years older than Nick and was a personal trainer at a local gym. He wasn’t a big man, but there was definitely a tightness to his clothes that made my eyes linger longer than necessary. It wasn’t like Nick wasn’t in good shape, but the few years gap gave Ryan a more masculine look – simply, he looked like a man, while his younger sibling was still in that awkward period between boyhood and manhood.

Because he was a bit older, with a little more money to spend on good clothes and nice things, I found it easy to spend time with him when I was around their family home. It was incredibly shallow, but at the time he was like no other man I knew – older than my peer group, but younger than adults I worked with, or knew through my own parents. It gave him a quality I could quietly admire that I couldn’t get anywhere else.

This would sometimes lead atakent escort to some light flirting from him, and I would respond awkwardly with a smile. There had been one time when we’d all sat on the sofa together watching a film, with me sat between the two brothers, and he repeatedly brushed his leg with either his foot or his hand. Too many times for a simple coincidence. I thought nothing of it, justifying it in my head as something pretty harmless. Still, I didn’t mention it to Nick.

Then the night came where everything happened. I can close my eyes and recall it all like it’s all happening again.

It was approaching midnight during the party and Nick and his boys were involved in some kind of fighting tournament on the PlayStation, each huddled around the tv and hollering at what was transpiring. Occasionally I would watch from the small window in the kitchen that overlooked the living room in between cleaning up the mess of the party with Ryan.

“Is he winning?” I hear Ryan ask behind me after I’d clearly watched too long. I turn to look at his easy smile and return it with one of my own. “I think so. Its winner stays on, and he’s not really stopped playing yet. Not that I understand these things.”

Ryan chuckles softly and steps behind me, placing the tea-towel on his broad shoulder. He watches his younger brother yell as another friend fails to beat him, and then steps away from me to continue drying crockery.

“Do you not fancy a game?” I ask him, and he just laughs and shakes his head. “Kinda grew out of that shit when I was his age. Prefer seeing friends now, have a few drinks with them y’know?”

I don’t really know, not at this stage of my life, but I nod and smile anyway just as a loud shout comes from the living room and I turn to watch as a friend of Nick’s gives his him a rude hand gesture after losing another bout to my boyfriend.

“Bit shit he isn’t spending more time with you.” Ryan says, voice suddenly close behind me.

I pause for a moment, steadying my breath after the surprise of his sudden proximity. “He’ll see me plenty at uni. Not so much the lads. Better he spends time with them now.”

“You’re a good girlfriend, you know that?” Ryan breathes, body pressed close to me now.

It’s too close, really. I should have stepped away right then and told him quietly that he was being inappropriate. Not doing so probably changed me, because that evening probably had more of an effect on my life than any other night that I can think of.

Instead I let him continue to press against me. And that seemed to spur Ryan on further.

I feel his hand on my leg, on the cusp of my short plaid skirt so I can feel fingertips against my smooth skin. Just the touch makes my breath catch in my throat, a sound that feels so loud when it cannot even be above a whisper.

It’s so wrong. And I don’t even stop him as he slips a hand to my inner thigh and slowly upwards.

We’re both looking forward, eyes staring at the tv and the crowd of boys around it. I shift to look at Nick’s parents, both talking animatedly with some family friends on the sofa. Not one person is paying attention to me and Ryan stood against on another.

No one can see that is hand is now cupping my pussy through my panties.

My legs go weak but it doesn’t matter because Ryan is pinning me against the counter. My breath comes out in a low, shuddering gasp and I have to bite my lip as I feel two fingers press and slide along my wet lips, soaking my panties.

After months of wondering what the fuss is about with any kind of sex, in less than a minute Ryan had got me more worked up than Nick ever had.

I want more, regardless of how wrong and dangerous it is. My hips push back slightly, trying to instigate Ryan to do something else, something more. He responds by pulling the elastic of the cotton aside and running a finger along the slit of my pussy.

How I don’t moan out is anyone’s guess. I still don’t know now. It was the most powerful experience of my young life, to feel something so wrong feel so, so right.

His finger is about to push into my sex when Nick suddenly turns around and whoops in delight at what he’s just done and what I haven’t even noticed. Ryan quietly and slowly removes his hand from under my skirt and steps back as if nothing had happened, while I’m sure my face must be flushed, or my eyes carry some kind of obvious guilt in them.

If it is then Nick doesn’t even notice it.

I can’t look at Ryan for the remainder of the night as the memory of his curious hand lingers. It seemed like something from a dream, and even now it’s something I can’t quite believe happened. But it did, because akbatı escort it was the spark that ignited what happened later that night.

Nick had drank quite a bit with his friends, so that when he went to bed with me he was asleep almost immediately. It was something I was thankful for, because the thought of him trying anything on with me while he’s so drunk makes me feel a little ill. Which in turn made me feel a little bad, because he was my boyfriend and I loved him dearly.

Sleep wouldn’t come for me. All I could think about was Ryan, his bold ways and the way he’d made me feel in little more than a few minutes. Was it him? Or was it the situation? Was there only one way to find out?

When I get out of bed as quietly as I can, I tell myself that all I want to do is to speak with him. That’s all. Wearing a loose shirt and pajama bottoms, I glance once back at Nick who is still heavily sleeping, then step out of the bedroom door and down the soft-carpeted landing towards Ryan’s room.

I don’t knock, though I do cringe when the knob creeks as I turn it. Stepping silently into the dark room, I close the door as quietly as I can behind me and then press myself back against, heart pounding as I wonder what the fuck I’m doing.

“Hello?” comes a voice from the darkness.

I swallow hard and then my voice comes out as barely a peep.

“Hi,”

Another silence and I hear the bed rustle slightly. “Polly?”

More heartbeats pound against my chest before I reply. “Yeah. It’s me.”

The sheets shuffle a little more and then I hear the creek of the floorboards as he gets out of bed. “What are you doing in here Pol?” he asks, the confident smile clear in his voice as he moves towards me.

“I… thought we could talk.” I reply, licking my lips. “About… About earlier.”

“And it couldn’t wait until morning?” he drawled quietly, standing before me now so I can see his smile and the glint in his eye. His hand presses against the door beside my head, trapping me.

“It can wait.” I quietly shriek, not sure whether I want to run from him or kiss him. Then Ryan dips his head to my slender neck and I gasp at how his mouth feels against it.

“No,” he breathes. “It can’t.”

I tilt my head to expose more of my neck to him as his hands move to my waist and pull me into his naked body. I’m surprised with how hard his cock is, pressed against my midriff now. With a firm grip, he starts to pull me away from the door and towards his bed.

My hands go to his shoulders in a feeble attempt to push away. But my legs continue to shuffle with him as he kisses along my jawline, and instead I grip to his bare arms and twist my head to meet his lips.

A soft moan escapes from our kiss as I give in to Ryan. He stops walking us back to his bed for a moment and puts his hands on my hips, and I respond by wrapping my arms around his shoulders as our lips part slowly for one another. His tongue slides into my mouth to tease around my own and then he starts to move us back towards his bed once more.

At this point I’m utterly under his spell and don’t fight at all as he removes my top and then pulls down my bottoms, which I step out of dutifully when they pool around my bare feet. I’m not really thinking at all anymore, instead happily lost in how he is making me feel.

With a little press on my shoulders, he pushes me onto the bed and lays me down, his hands running up and down my naked body in a reverence that his brother has never really given. For the very first time in my life I feel sexy. Ryan doesn’t join me in bed though, instead kneeling between my legs off the bed with his head hovering over my sex.

I start to breath quicker, knowing what is about to happen and wondering whether this could be any worse than Nick. I quickly discover there was no need to fret.

He starts by kissing the inside of my milky white thighs and then around the pink lips of my pussy. The teasing and tormenting he’s doing makes me squirm on his bed, fists balled up as I grip the sheets, painfully waiting for his mouth touch my most private of parts.

His tongue dragging along my moist lips is the most erotic thing I’d experienced, and I immediately have to cover my mouth to stop myself from moaning out. None of it is for show, none of it is pretend – as he uses his tongue I feel myself truly realise that it wasn’t me that was doing it all wrong – it was Nick.

My back arches and I have to reach for his pillow when he parts my lips with his hand and wraps his mouth around my clit. I moan into the soft cushion that smells faintly of his aftershave as he flicks my nub with the tip of his tongue and then sucks on it twice in quick succession.

When aksaray escort he goes back to do that a third time, two fingers are lodged firmly in my tight pussy and I can’t hold back the noise any longer. I practically scream into the pillow as for the very first time I climax because of something someone else has done. I shudder in his grasp and writhe on the bed as multiple waves of ecstasy submerge me and take me into a bliss I have never known.

I could have lain there for the rest of the night, oblivious to the world around me. But after seconds or minutes, I feel the weight of another on top of me and the pillow covering my eyes is removed and I see Ryan hovering above me. His eyes aren’t on mine though – instead he’s looking down between our bodies. I soon realise why when I feel the thick head of his manhood press against my wet lips before he slowly pushes his length into me.

It’s awkward at first – I hadn’t been quite on the bed properly when he mounted me and filled my pussy with his cock. So it takes some shuffling until we’re both comfortable on his bed, and I feel his cock slip out of me briefly. When he fills me again we’re both on the bed and the difference is immediately noticeable.

For a few strokes it’s awkward and I wonder whether I’ve made a huge mistake allowing this to happen after all, regardless of what Ryan has already done to me. But it’s just a few strokes – on the third he hits his stride and he does something I couldn’t honestly describe at that time that makes my back arch and my hands grasp his hard, muscular body.

We’d not spoken since the moment his lips had touched my neck. Personally I’d worried that saying anything might make the realisation of what I was doing stop it all. And as Ryan pumped his hard, thick cock into me I knew that I needed this. I needed to know and see what good sex could be.

In the silence of the house, with my boyfriend deep in slumber down the hallway, the only noise is the slight creek of the bed and quick, shallow breathing from the two of us. Ryan’s hands guide my legs around his waist and cause slight whimpers to escape my lips as the delights of this new angle became apparent to me. He silences them with a passionate kiss, and this time I respond with the same passion.

His hands slide up my body and grasp and knead my tits, though not with the slight pain that would come when Nick did it. His thumbs drag across my hard nipples as he does and I let out the smallest of moans, and he shushes me loudly.

As he starts to fuck me harder, I wrap my arms around his body and feel how the powerful muscles move under his skin. My head presses up against his pectorals and I moan against his skin, the sound of his animalistic grunts in my ear as we both approach orgasm.

“Pill?” he asks in a hiss, breaking our silent agreement not to speak, and I nod against his chest.

When I cum again, my fingers dig into his shoulder blades and I gasp out silently beneath him. My first thought is that I have finally found the delights of penetrative orgasm, that I’m not broken at all. The second thought is how fucking good it feels to have Ryan’s cum pulsing into me.

He grunts loudly, or what feels like loudly, into my ear and continues to thrust hard into me as he fills my tight cunt. My hand goes to his ass and I hold him there without really thinking why, but now I know I wanted to feel every last drop of him spill into me before the dreamlike experience ended.

When he’s done we lay panting softly together for a time, his lips kissing my freckled shoulder and my hands running slowly up and down his back. Eventually he leans up and pulls his slick manhood from my used pussy. I lay there looking up at him for a moment and then his mouth pulls into a slight smile.

“Wondered when you’d finally make it to my bed.” he whispers.

“You… don’t feel bad?” I ask, annoyed that’s the first thing I say after all that’s just happened.

“Not really. This isn’t gonna last between you and Nick. These relationships never do. Would have been a shame to miss out on fucking you before you break up.”

I frown at quite how cold he is, and I’m torn between defending how I feel about his brother, and how pitiful that argument would be considering I’m lying naked on Ryan’s bed with his cum seeping out of sex.

“I should go back to bed.” I mutter, feeling suddenly emotional. Ryan just smiles and watches as I pull on my bedclothes and head back to Nick’s room. He doesn’t say anything else, and I don’t have anything to say to him.

Nick is still asleep when I get back to bed after a quick visit to the bathroom, but he stirs when I get back into the sheets, arms wrapping around me from behind, a soft noise of contentment coming from him as I lay there frigid with guilt. And also something else. It’s a seed of something, sprouting from the earth. A discovery I’d found behind a hidden door, waiting to be explored further.

Despite everything, I smile and then close my eyes, relishing just how good sex could be.

I just needed to find the right person.

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This story is the first of a possible series written for a sexy lady who is the star. The ideas are her fantasies and ideas or experiences. As this is a fictional world safesex is not always mentioned.

As Debbie sat at her workstation she tapped at the keys calling up the account details on the screen in front of her.

“According to the system Marc the order is leaving our depot this afternoon so you should have it with you tomorrow at the start of business.” She advised the caller as she saw her boss making his way through the office.

Her client thanked her for her assistance and as she terminated the call she realised her boss was heading for her so she logged her phone as off and started to remove her headset.

“Debbie, can I have a moment of your time please?” He said in a surprisingly cool manner towards her. He did not wait for her reply as he turned indicating the question was not as open as at first it had seemed.

“Sure!” She replied quizzically as she rolled her chair back and got up before moving away from the desk. It was somewhat surprising he was walking away without waiting for her. He approached his office and moved the sign to busy as he opened the door. Holding the door open he motioned Debbie to enter without saying a word.

She walked into the office unsure whether to take a seat and sensing her hesitancy he spoke. “Please take a seat as I have something to discuss with you.”

Debbie sat down facing the desk as he moved round and sat facing her.

“I was at an event last night with a few of our suppliers and clients. To be honest I spoke specifically to one of your major clients. My discussion with Marc Williams focused on you after a while.”

Debbie shifted in her seat and maintained eye contact with her manager. “Marc and I get on really well and that relationship has allowed me to secure this company a very lucrative maltepe escort contract.”

“Well he did discuss the last contract negotiation Debbie…..” He left the comment hanging in the air and Debbie’s flushed face was a telltale sign of what was to come.

“I will be honest Debbie, Marc had drunk a lot of beer and as we talked I told him how valued you are and he winked at me and said he was sure you were my favourite employee. I was totally lost and asked what he meant. In short he told me you sealed the deal by giving him the best blowjob he had ever received.”

“I am sorry..” Debbie tried to say. “You were so keen for me to clinch the deal..”

“Clinch the deal!” He reacted angrily. “I would not condone this sort of behaviour. You are one of my best sales representatives but how can I see the company presented like this?”

“Sorry….”

“I don’t want your apology now Debbie. I really need to think this through. By rights you are out of the door tonight for ever. However, you have done such great work and I understand your motives.” He cupped his face in his hands and massaged his temples.

“Ok Debbie. I want to think about this carefully. I suggest you let me give this some time and check some paperwork. At five o’clock instead of going home I would like you to come here so I can have another meeting with you to try and sort this out.”

“Ok.” Was all Debbie could say as she stood up and left the office. She returned to her workstation and had a quiet and miserable afternoon as she awaited her fate.

*************

The afternoon dragged for Debbie as she worried about what was going to happen to her. When she had spoken to Marc he had sounded different and she now knew he realised what he had done and the position he had left her in. She got on so well with him so she had had no problem in sealing the pendik escort deal in the way she had and anyway she had enjoyed sucking Marc.

Once all of her colleagues had left the office Debbie logged out of the system and pensively made her way to the office of her boss. Nervously she approached the door and noted the busy sign was already showing and the blinds were drawn. She approached the door and could hear no voices so assumed she was awaited and she tapped the door.

“Yes.” Came the reply.

She opened the door and started to enter.

“If you can drop the lock Debbie. I don’t think either of us want anyone to interrupt and hear what we need to discuss do we?”

Debbie nodded and locked the door as she closed it. She approached the desk and sat facing her boss.

“I will be honest with Debbie, I am gobsmacked at what I have learnt. You see I am not a prude but one of my staff giving a male client oral sex places me in a tricky position. If this got out this could really bring the company’s good name into question.”

“I understand that but all I can say is Marc and I get on really well and he kind of joked and I ended up joking back and it kind of spiralled out of control. We promised we would not mention it.”

“I understand that and I trust you and you are one of my best sales agents….”

“Please I am sorry. I don’t want to lose this job and I certainly don’t want my partner to know or find out about it!”

“Ok. I accept the apology.” He looked at Debbie. “If you stay on I need to see you really bring your talents to the surface here?”

“Oh I will I promise. You will see me post excellent sales figures.”

“Sorry, you misunderstand Debbie. I know you can sell…. but Marc says you give the best oral sex he has ever had.” With this her boss rolled his chair back slowly to show his trousers were kaynarca escort lowered and his fully erect penis popped into view.

“Time to show me just how good your skills are Debbie!” He instructed.

Debbie moved out of her seat and her eyes focused on the swaying erection. She knelt n front of her boss and she wrapped both her hands around the shaft of his penis. She rubbed her hands up and down so they were bought up to the head of his circumcised penis. She leant forward and placed her mouth on the tip of his head and licked all around. She allowed her saliva to drop onto her hands as she twisted her hands around as she bought her hands up and down. She could sense him shifting in his seat.

Debbie pulled her head back and released his penis from her grip. She pulled her t-shirt off revealing her 34DD titties within the back bra. Reaching round she swiftly unclipped the clasp and uncovered her firm round breasts. She squeezed them together and brought them up so she could sandwich his penis within her cleavage. She used her tit flesh to rub the shaft as she looked up into her boss’s eyes.

“So, do you agree with Marc?” She asked and did not wait for a reply as she let her tits fall free and she dived forward taking the hard cock in her mouth. She grasped the shaft and started to give him a handjob. Her mouth enveloped around the head of his penis and licked and sucked on him as her damp palms rubbed up and down as well as twisting on his shaft. She speed up and got quicker and quicker until her was writhing around in his seat and the leather was squeaking under his weight.

Debbie knew form experience men cannot last too long when she does this and she felt him thrust forward and a small puff of air in her mouth. His penis darted forward and a huge load of semen pulsed into her warm and accommodating mouth. Without stopping she drained his sperm down her throat and then licked his penis fully clean as it wilted in her mouth.

“It was incredible.” He said.

Debbie stood up topless and stood before him. “So can I stay on?” She asked.

“Oh yes, but I think this is the start of a very close working relationship.” He replied.

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This erotic adventure from the pen and mind of Leroux finds Jess exploring her newly-discovered ‘naughty side’… I hope you enjoy reading Jess’s adventure as much as I did composing it.

Chapter One

Jess was nervous, but the first date had gone well. Very well. She was busy in the kitchen preparing their dinner. She had elected to go for a seafood dish with salad. Something light and a bit spicy, with a Moroccan slant. She loved Morocco… the people, the souk, the food! She then had a quick sudden mild panic-attack and checked her watch. 6.30. ‘God I’m running out of time!’ She took another slug of chilled white. ‘Aahhh…Better!’ Plenty of time now, she thought, wiping her hands on her jumper. She hadn’t even dressed yet and he was very specific about her outfit for tonight. Jess glanced at the open bed-room door in her flat. She could see her new outfit and lingerie waiting on the bed for her. Jess checked her watch again. ‘Shit! I haven’t even showered yet.’ she yelled at the hob. If only Abigail hadn’t ambushed her by turning up with a bottle of white. At three o’clock! ‘Ah, C’est la vie!’

Hastily, she threw some salad leaves, chopped peppers and plum tomatoes into a bowl, drizzled them with Extra Virgin Olive Oil and checked the wok. Well at least the Moroccan spicy prawns looked great anyway. Five minutes later she was in the shower being careful not to get her hair too wet. Not enough time for that, she thought. Then she heard that dreaded noise… ‘Bing bong!’ Someone’s here! Her doorbell happily announced.

‘Who the bloody hell is that now? He better not be early.’ Jess told the shower-head as she anxiously fished around the sea-horse emblazoned shower curtain for her bath-robe. Throwing her jeans and jumper on, she scampered to the door. ‘Shit!’ It was him. Jess opened the door rather sheepishly and immediately launched into an apology. This ended rather abruptly as he dumped the two bags he was carrying on the floor, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. ‘Oh…mmph…mmmm.’ was all she could manage as she felt his hands all over her in the hall way. ‘Jesus!’

‘What?’ he smiled back.

‘Your hands are cold mister!’ Jess told him off as she felt them slide under her jumper and wrap around her waist. He didn’t stop there. As his kisses continued his hands slid up her waist, touching the side of her breasts.

‘Now what are you doing?’ Jess gasped as she felt her jumper rising up. He stopped kissing her and just stood there gazing at her exposed breasts. ‘Oh my God Robert!’

‘What?’

‘No-one’s ever got my tits out in the bloody hall before!’

‘Hmm…I’ve missed them.’ He drooled as his mouth lowered.

‘But what about dinner?’ Jess started to ask.

‘Food can wait. I’d much rather do this.’

‘Oh, ok…mmmm.’ she moaned gently, as she felt his warm mouth engulf her naked right breast. His hand played with her left breast as he sucked greedily on the other. Then he switched sides.

‘Robert…Stop!’ Jess commanded, pulling her favourite woolly jumper back down. Well at least her swollen, erect nipples were safe for now, she thought. He followed her into the kitchen and began the all-important task of ‘wine-management’, placing the white in the fridge and the red near the radiator. Then he turned towards her. Jess was stood by the table, ‘improving’ the salad. ‘Oh!’… Jess was startled as her jumper was once again lifted straight up over her boobs this time. He stood behind her, fondling them, gently pulling her nipples as she tried to make the rest of the salad.

‘Will you behave?’ Jess said, not too angrily, as she pushed her bum against him to make him move. ‘Oh!’ she said, feeling the huge bulge in his jeans. ‘Naughty boy!’ Jess teased.

‘No. This is naughty.’ Robert said as he slid his hands between her legs and began rummaging around between her thighs. His fingers felt the unmistakable soft fleshy outline of her now very moist pussy through her jeans. ‘Mmm… naughty girl!’ he murmured, ‘Someone has forgotten to put their knickers on!’ Robert’s fingers urgently massaged her pussy as his other hand cupped her exposed breasts, pulling her nipples and squeezing her breasts.

‘Fucking hell that feels nice!’ Jess couldn’t help groaning in response to the naughty teasing she was receiving. And they hadn’t even had dinner yet! ‘Oh god!’ She felt Robert’s hand slip inside the waist-band of her jeans, reaching down between her thighs. His fingers began gently massaging her now very moist lips together. ‘Mmm…mmmm!’ Robert liked hearing her moan. A lot. Her wet pussy was once again under his spell. It was like it had developed a mind of its own whenever she thought of him. How many times in the past week had she randomly snuck into the bedroom and lay there with her hand inside her knickers, fingering herself mercilessly until she came…thinking about his mouth…his naughty fingers… and his huge cock?

She had even snuck off to the ladies whilst at work after getting really horny çekmeköy escort text messages from him. Once, Robert even ‘made’ her take her knickers off in the Ladies and send him a photo of her, sat on the loo with her thighs spread for him and her gorgeous tits pulled out of her bra! She had NEVER done anything like that before…not even for her ex-husband. But Robert was so demanding. Jess liked that. Very much.

She felt his fingers delve between her moist, swollen flesh, then she felt her lips being parted… ‘Oh fuck!’ Robert’s strong fingers invaded her now soaking wet, willing vagina. He inserted two fingers inside her, which began randomly exploring her surrendered, intimate heaven. ‘Hmmm!’ Jess was fucking loving being fingered in the kitchen whilst leaning over the salad-bowl. Suddenly she heard an urgent sizzling noise behind her. ‘Stop!’ she yanked his hand from her jeans and rushed to the hob. ‘Jesus! Just in the nick of time.’ She hastily added some more Moroccan spicy sauce to her concoction and stirred it in. Robert wasn’t helping at all by pulling her nipples through her favourite woolly jumper. ‘Will you get off me?’ Jess teasingly admonished. ‘I’m trying to cook here! Leave my bloody nipples alone for one minute Robert!’ ‘Uh oh’…unwise demand, she thought immediately, as she watched him eyeing the second-hand on his watch.

‘Time’s up.’ Jess heard him announce wickedly as she felt his hands pull her hips towards him. As Robert stood behind her he lifted her favourite woolly jumper. Once again Jess’s gorgeous tits were on full display in the kitchen for his pleasure. He then began cupping and bouncing them up and down as he stood behind her.

‘They’re not bloody beach-balls!’ Jess laughed.

‘No they’re much more fun!’ he replied as he jiggled them playfully. She pushed her curvy bum back against his rampant cock and closed her eyes, giving in to his ceaseless but fantastic erotic teasing. Jess was loving it all. It was so nice to be wanted like this again she thought, as she pressed her bum against his erect cock. Again she felt her nipples being pulled. Robert really loved doing that for some reason. ‘Oh fucking Jesus!’ Jess moaned as she felt Robert’s hand slide inside her jeans again. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘it obviously wouldn’t have mattered if I had put my knickers on would it?’

Now it was Robert’s turn. He felt her hands reaching behind her, roughly exploring his jeans. ‘I want ‘him’ out now!’ Jess announced as her fingers worked impatiently, pulling his zip then roughly manipulating his erect penis from his jeans. She began pulling it firmly as he fingered her wet swollen pussy.

‘Jesus that feels nice you gorgeous fucking bitch!’ ‘Uh oh!’ Jess thought. ‘He’s changing from ‘Dr Jekyll’ into ‘Mister…I want to fuck you. You gorgeous slut!’ again.

This happened the last time. And she loved it. Loved discovering her inner ‘naughty’ side, which had never really come out before. Now Jess couldn’t get enough of it. Sure, she had read the ‘Fifty Shades’ stuff, and seen the movie, which she thought was pretty tame after all the hype. But on their first date she had experienced what it was like to be really dominated for the first time. He seemed to really know what he was doing. Some of the things he did… and made her do, blew her mind. Like now. Jess was being furiously fingered in her kitchen whilst pulling his bad bad cock!

But she was loving the wonderful sexual excitement, the spontaneity of the whole thing. God knows what he was going to do… or make her do next. Things calmed down a bit over dinner. They had a very enjoyable, normal ‘vanilla’ conversation, assisted by some very nice wine he brought with him. Jess talked endlessly about her new life, her old life, and the future she envisaged. Normal, happy, every-day stuff. Jess learned a bit more about Robert, his car-crash of a marriage. ‘Well, at least I’m not the only one who married a cheating, lying bastard (or bitch).’

‘So after dinner…’ Robert fed into the conversation.

‘Yes?’

‘I want to play a little game with you.’

‘Which might be…?’

‘I call it ‘Look but don’t touch.’ Robert had a wicked glint in his eye.

‘Which is exactly…?’ her interest was now piqued.

‘Well, I can look…but I can’t touch you. You can touch me as much as you want. But…’

‘But what?’

‘You have to do exactly as I say.’ Her eyes raised a little as Jess pondered his request.

‘Exactly?’ Jess asked with some trepidation.

‘Exactly.’ She took another big glug of re-assurance.

‘Well, I’ll give it a try.’ ‘Oh God,’ Jess thought inwardly, ‘what on earth am I letting myself in for now?’ She watched him place his glass on the table. Robert then rose and took hers from her hand. Jess looked up questioningly.

‘You need to get changed.’

‘Oh yeah. Of course.’

‘Did you find the outfit I requested?’

‘Yes ‘Sir’. Jess mocked him teasingly.

‘But cevizli escort first…’

‘First what?’ her eyes narrowed slightly, knowing exactly what he had on his mind. Her eyes were dead right as Jess felt her jumper being pulled up again. This time his mouth was more urgent. He cupped her breasts and vigorously sucked each nipple, slightly harder than before. ‘Oh fuck!’ Jess looked down. She had never seen her nipples so erect… so big before. He really knew how to bring out the best…or worst in her. She felt herself growing very moist again as he began biting her nipples. The exciting pleasure-pain was fantastically erotic. She eventually managed to fight him off and headed for the bedroom whilst he replenished their wine. ‘Have you really brought all that stuff?’ Jess called from the bedroom.

‘All what stuff?’ he replied innocently.

‘You know. All the stuff you told me about in your 800 messages.’

‘Yes I have. You’re going to love it babe. Trust me.’ Jess sort of did, in a way. Although they only met a couple of weeks ago. This new stuff all came out during their first fantastic date which started in the lounge when they got back from the restaurant. Fuelled with nice food, wine and his attentiveness to her, Jess was feeling very comfortable. Then he started to push her boundaries a little. It started with him telling her to do things.

‘Oh my God!’ Jess thought, as she recalled them sat in the lounge opposite each other. Jess wondered why he chose to sit in the chair. ‘I want you spread your legs for me.’

‘You want me to WHAT?’ Jess almost choked on her wine. But, after all it was the wine’s fault that her inhibitions had decided to go ‘AWOL’ in the first place. So, Jess found herself entering the otherwise unknown world of being ‘mildly’ dominated. She remembered feeling tingly excitement all over as she placed her wine down and sat back on the sofa. Like the first time she lifted her skirt to let her first boy-friend have a naughty peep at her knickers when she was sixteen. Jess spread her thighs as he watched, feeling slightly nervous but very turned on.

‘Hmmm.’ he approvingly commented. ‘Wider… show me your knickers Jess. Pull your skirt higher up your thighs for me…’ Two weeks later Jess was shopping for a PVC sex-dress, crotch-less black lace knickers and hand-cuffs.

Chapter Two

Ten minutes later he watched her walk, a little nervously, into the room. ‘I feel a bit daft.’ Jess announced. ‘I mean I’ve never worn anything like this before.’ He looked at the fantastically erotic sight of her stood there in a skin-tight PVC dress (exactly the one he stipulated) which was cut below the breasts, displaying her tits deliciously for him. Her black leather thigh-length Cavalier boots and black stockings looked fantastic. ‘Is this what ‘Sir’ ordered?’ Jess asked teasingly. Thank god the wine was really doing its job now.

‘Exactly.’ He replied. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘He did pay for it all.’ ‘Now turn around.’ She did as ordered. ‘Hmm…’ she heard again. ‘Perfect.’ Robert coolly appraised the gorgeously erotic dress, which came complete with a full length two-way zip. ‘Now bend over for me.’ His eyes drank in the delicious sight of Jess’s very curvy bum displayed provocatively in shiny PVC. Click…

‘What was that?’ Jess asked.

‘Just my camera.’ Robert replied.

‘Your camera? Are you taking bloody photos of me dressed like this? Oh god Robert!’ Jess sounded worried.

‘This is part of the game Jess. I said I could look… but not touch remember?’

‘You did say that. But you didn’t tell me you were going to take bloody photographs!’

She was now stood facing him looking a little anxious as she suspiciously eyed the very expensive looking camera pointing at her tits…Click… Jess self-consciously wrapped her hands round her exposed breasts. ‘Robert really? I’m not sure about this. What are you going to do with the photographs? Put them on the bloody internet or something?’ Her mind reeled as she thought about all the stories about girls being black-mailed or pressured into having sex by men (or boys) who threatened to post their photographs if they refused. She nervously reached for her wine and sat down.

‘Do you want to know what I’m going to do with your delicious photographs?’

‘Yes actually Robert. I do.’ came the slightly worried reply.

‘This.’ Jess watched him scroll through the two photos and delete them.

‘Why did you take photos just to delete them?’ She was slightly confused.

‘It turns me on Jess… and you look fantastic by the way!’ He desperately hoped he hadn’t killed her naughty mood. ‘After our little game we’re going to lie in bed and then YOU get to scroll through each one and delete them. She felt slightly more relieved and it did sound like a great sex-fantasy; being a ‘porn star’ for a night. She watched him rise from the chair and approach her. His arms wrapped around erenköy escort her body as he kissed her. He didn’t even try to play with her gorgeous tits. He just held her close as they kissed. His methodology proved successful as Jess responded enthusiastically to his passionate embrace, her hands caressing his muscular, toned body. She reached for his hand and placed it on her breast. Bingo!

This time, however, he was fully back in ‘Doctor Jekyll’ mode, sensually caressing her soft warm breast, gently rubbing his thumb across her nipple, which responded willingly to his gentle touch. ‘Mmmmm…’ he heard her gently moan. ‘Oh that feels so nice Robert.’ Jess was still in the land of uncertainty with him. She treasured the moments when he displayed what she perceived as real tenderness. She needed that too. Her defences were still very firmly up though. She vowed she would never ever let herself be used or taken for granted for again. But his touch was so nice. She felt his tongue exploring her mouth. She responded enthusiastically. The tender deep kiss was just what her inner-doctor ordered. And this time it was nothing to do with the wine! Jess felt the on-going inner emotional battle…her conscience wrestling furiously with the warm, moist feeling she was feeling between her thighs. Lust won.

Robert was nicely surprised as he felt her hand massaging his crotch. ‘God I love your fucking cock!’ He smiled wickedly. ‘Naughty Jess’ was back in the room. He leant forward and began to kiss her breasts, still playing the ‘White Knight’. His tongue drifted across both now fully erect nipples. ‘Suck my tits mister!’ she demanded forcefully. He was happy to oblige. He was also happy to feel Jess’s urgent fingers pulling the zip of his Jasper Conran denims. She roughly pulled his cock out and began working it forcefully, squeezing the shaft.

‘Oh fuck Jess…that’s wonderful you gorgeous bitch.’ ‘Mr Hyde’ replied subtly. His timing was perfect. She didn’t want boring old ‘Dr Jekyll’ anymore now her pussy was soaking wet. She wanted filthy sex. And plenty of it.’ Robert groaned as he felt her mouth engulf his throbbing cock.

‘Mmm…Mmmph…Mmmmph…Uggghhh.’ The noises Jess made were music to Robert’s finely-trained ears as she impaled her willing mouth upon him. His cock grew even harder as he listened to her almost gagging as she took every inch of him.

‘Fucking hell Jess! That’s fantastic.’ He groaned.

‘I know. It’s called ‘deep throat’…I’ve been watching porn.’ She began biting the shaft of his cock every time she withdrew her mouth. He then watched her furiously pull his throbbing, erect manhood. She then leant forward and spat on the tip before swallowing every inch again.

‘You horny bitch!’

‘I love swallowing your rampant cock!’ she proclaimed triumphantly, becoming lost in a whirl-pool of lust and fantastic sexual ecstasy.

‘You can do that all fucking night long you gorgeous fucking bitch! ‘Mr Hyde’ was now also ‘back in the room.’ As she knelt on the couch devouring his cock he leant forward. SMACK!

‘Ouch! That hurt mister!’

‘Jess you’ve been a very naughty girl…and naughty girls get spanked.’ SMACK…SMACK!

Her gorgeous bum felt fantastic wrapped in clinging PVC, he thought as he happily carried on administering his prescribed punishment. Then he began to roughly maul her breasts, pulling her gorgeous nipples, which grew even more erect in response to his less-gentler treatment. Then he felt ‘that feeling’… ‘God Jess… stop, stop… I’m going to come. It’s too soon.’ She didn’t stop. ‘Oh fuck… Jesus!’ But he was beyond the point of no return. He felt the sperm rising from his balls. ‘Fucking hell Jess… I’m going to come! Oh fuck!’

In the nick of time she released him, watching his gorgeous cock ejaculate a bucket-load of semen, most of which shot vertically in two or three ‘globs’ about three or four inches into the air before landing all over his expensive jeans. But she didn’t stop. She began pulling his cock furiously…squeezing every last drop from his now very sore penis. Then she buried her mouth over it and began sucking furiously. He responded by roughly mauling her gorgeous exposed tits, pulling her nipples even harder. ‘You fucking gorgeous filthy slut!’ He almost yelled, ‘God you are fucking fantastic!’

‘I know.’ She smugly replied, kneeling down as she wiped his semen from her lips. ‘I’ve been dying to try that.’

‘God you need to watch porn more often!’ he replied breathlessly.

‘Well the clip I watched did have this enormous black guy…but your cock is nearly as big as his was.’ She replied teasingly, as she gently caressed his now very empty balls.

‘Whatever am I going to do with you?’ he replied rather naughtily.

‘Anything you fucking want!’ which was exactly the reply he was hoping for. ‘But first, I think we might need to wash these, don’t you?’ He looked down at his semen-covered jeans and his Jasper Conran navy soft-stretch boxers. She began tugging his jeans down. ‘Come on mister… get’ em off!’ she remarked teasingly. He dutifully complied pulling his boxers off. She looked the damp shorts disdainfully. ‘Yeuch! Can I ask you a question Robert?’

‘Yeah, anything babe.’

‘Why do you like sucking my wet knickers so much? He saw her holding his designer boxers between two fingers.

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It was a familiar feeling, and a welcome one. Almost a year since our first encounter, I was again lying naked on a bed awaiting my secret lover. The tension in my tummy was familiar, as was the wet warmth between my legs. I knew he was due to arrive, but not knowing the exact second he would join me kept the tension growing as the moments ticked by. My mind buzzed with the memories of our previous encounter and the prospect of this night. Could it possibly be as good? It was getting hard to control my breathing as my eyes saw only the flashing lights of my consciousness under the blindfold I was wearing.

When I heard the door click gently open I felt the twin rushes of relief and desire wash over my naked skin. I knew he could see me. I knew he was there, in the room with me. I could already feel the heat he had brought with him.

*****

“You’re going to be at the convention?” It was impossible to hide my delight. I hadn’t expected that he would be there and already my mind was jumping with the possibilities.

I was part-organizer of our annual sales convention and he was one of my prime contacts. We talked most days and I made sure we were providing the right level of service to his company. I guess I should have expected that he would accept our invitation, but maybe I was just being cautious about his attendance, lest my imagination run away with me about a second encounter with him.

Months ago, as a carefree nineteen year-old, when I’d told him of my fantasy that involved an older man and a four-poster bed, he very sexily offered to make it become reality. I still don’t quite understand what propelled me to accept and go through with it, but when we met he added his own touches of a blindfold and some wrist restraints to my fantasy. That evening, completely at his mercy, was the most amazing experience of my life. Even though we both often talked fondly about a repeat liaison, we had yet to make it happen. I didn’t know what my fantasy lover or his lovely cock looked like, but my entire body knew how they felt, and I burned to feel like that again.

“Hey, if we’re both going to be there… do you think that…” It was obvious he wasn’t going to ask, but I couldn’t resist putting the question out there.

“Would you like to?” I could hear the smile in his voice that indicated he already knew the answer.

“Very much.” I admitted quietly, realizing that my hand had dropped to the front of my panties as the prospect excited me.

Over the next few days we agreed the details, and I found my evenings filled with relentless masturbation as I attempted fruitlessly to quell the anticipation of our reunion. Our arrangements were simple—we would meet in my room after the convention dinner. I was to be naked, as before, and wearing the blindfold he’d left with me first time we met. Wiping the smile off my face as the date approached was impossible.

For the whole first day of the two-day event I scanned the attendees to see if I could find him. This was not easy as I had no idea what he looked like. Of course, I could have asked someone, but there was something about the excitement of knowing he was there, that he would have recognized me without my knowing, that was a sort of spell I did not want to break. As I continually looked at the men around me I found myself smiling often with the thought that I could be looking straight at him without knowing it.

When the formal dinner was over and my duties for the day were complete, I retired to my room and excitedly stripped. I’d left a message for him so he knew which room I was in, and I expected him within a half-hour of the dinner’s completion. Slipping out of my skirt, I scanned the room. Whilst not as luxurious and missing the incredible four-poster bed from the room we used last time, it was comfortable enough. I turned down the air conditioning which had made my nipples stand proud, and sat on the edge of the bed while I tied on the blindfold. Then I lay back and waited, naked.

“You look spectacular.” I heard the feint tinkle of glass-on-glass as he closed the door and walked into the room. When he placed the bottle and glasses on the side table, the sound was unmistakable. My body was so alive, knowing he could see me, naked, and that I had to guess at his movements.

“Thank you.” I said as bravely as I could. “I’ve been so excited all day.”

“Yes.” His footsteps seemed to circle the bed. “I must say, I’ve been looking forward to this for some time myself. See?” He took hold of my hand and guided it to feel the outside of his pants. Inside I could easily feel an unmistakable hardness and I willingly rubbed my palm against it. It was the first time I had ever touched him as during our previous encounter my hands had been tied. “Oh,” he sniggered, “I forgot. You can’t see.”

He took my hand from his pants and laid it softly back onto the bed. “You have beautiful eyes.” He said as his pacing resumed. “I saw them today, for the first time.”

When içerenköy escort I felt his hand on my skin the fire inside me started to burn furiously, and I felt my control over my breathing disappear momentarily. His fingertips eased along my side, up from my hip towards my breasts. As he reached them he cupped his hand and caressed the underside of one mound, allowing his thumb to run over my nipple. The growing heat between my legs caused me to part my thighs a tiny bit.

He continued to massage my breast with his hand as he spoke with that familiar rich and mature voice. “You have such a wonderful body. It’s been hard to get our last meeting out of my mind. Do you mind if I kiss you now?”

I nodded from my pillow, knowing that a whole year’s anticipation would affect my vocal chords if I tried to speak. He approached slowly, allowing me to hear his breathing and prepare for his lips meeting mine. He tasted sweet and I hungrily opened my mouth for his tongue. We kissed for several minutes, slowly, while his hand continued to rub at my breast and I started to relax and enjoy the moment.

When he pulled away from me he calmly stated, “Would you like some champagne while I get undressed? I brought some with me.”

“Please.” I sat up a little, the first time I had been anything other than completely horizontal in his presence. “Would you like me to take this off?” I pointed at the blindfold.

“That’s your choice, my dear.” I could hear the smile in his voice and the wet sound of him pouring our drinks. “I don’t mind, but you must remember that it changes everything. If you take it off, we can never meet quite like this again. We will never again be able to feel the pleasure of you not knowing what I look like. And believe me, that is quite a pleasure for me.”

“And me too.” I nodded, still not sure of what I should do.

He took my hand and placed a champagne flute in it. I thought of the exquisite anticipation of our meeting, the unknown, and my heightened senses of hearing, touch, and smell caused by the depravation of my sight. Without giving him a final answer, we both moved on, sensing it was best for me to keep it this time.

As I sipped at the glass of fizz, I could hear him unbuckle his pants and pull them off. I imagined that he continued to remove his clothing but there was little sound to be identified. Then the bed depressed on my right hand side as he sat next to me.

I fumbled to place my glass on the bedside table then reached out to touch him. I found the soft skin of his side and brought my hand around to touch his chest. It was hairy, in a manly way, but not too much. I felt my face grow into a huge smile when I found his nipple and started to play with it between my fingers. I felt his fingers start to wander along the length of my thighs that sent tingles of pleasure through my nervous system.

“Tell me,” he whispered, “what have you most wanted to do with me? What have you thought about most since last time?”

Of course there was something, and even though I’d thought about it so many times over the months, the words could only stumble from my mouth. “I… I’ve been wondering what you… what you taste like… how you’d feel in my mouth.”

“My, my,” he laughed lightly, “seems like we’ve been thinking the same things.” I could feel him climb up to straddle my legs on the bed and ease my back further upright with his strong, but soft hands.

It was a whole new sensation for me—not being tied up while he was with me, but still blindfolded. He seemed to understand this though, and his hands took hold of mine and guided them to wrap around his hard cock, which was now only a foot or so from my face.

He felt much bigger than I remembered, even though I didn’t hold him last time. He was very hard, and the head of his cock was large and solid as I ran my fingers all around it. “Nice.” I whispered, as I continued my exploration to his balls and along his shaft. As I took a slightly tighter grip and eased my hand towards me to stroke him, I felt his skin move more than I had been expecting, and gasped as I realized he was uncircumcised.

As I continued to massage him gently with one hand on his shaft and the other taking the weight of his balls, he let his hands explore my breasts a little more, concentrating on the nipples. Occasionally, he would lean forward to kiss my neck while I stroked him and enjoyed the novelty of my first uncut cock.

His cock held firmly in my hand, I eased forward and guided his hard head into my mouth. Several times I closed my mouth around the head and drew my lips over him, wetting him, before I took him deeper. As I rubbed the underside of his cock-head slowly with my tongue, I swallowed half of his length. I felt him sigh deeply as I swallowed a little more of him, and wrapped my hands around to hold his bottom cheeks. His hardness as his only support, I licked kadıköy escort all over his gorgeous cock, lapping at the base of it and slipping the head into my mouth at every opportunity.

“God,” he gasped, “you do that so well my young friend.” I felt his hand lift my hair and let it fall through his fingers. “When I saw you this afternoon, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be in your mouth.”

Two things I normally love when I’m sucking a cock are to look up at the owner’s face, and to see the cock close-up. Deprived of those options, I was able to concentrate more than ever on how he felt in my mouth and how he reacted to the movements of my lips and tongue. He seemed to like the gentle pressure I applied to his balls, so I took a slightly firmer hold and pulled a little harder. He moaned with pleasure as I pulled a second time and I felt a huge pulsing twitch from his cock as it almost jumped in my mouth.

Reaching behind him, his fingertips were tracing spirals on my thigh for what seemed like hours before he dragged them across the bottom of my belly and down into the trimmed bush above my pussy. I could only ease my legs apart a small amount as he was straddling me, but it was enough for him to slide his fingers down and rub the insides of my thighs. When his single finger eventually did come to find my dripping pussy, it was all I could do not to let go of his ass and help him thrust into me.

Instead, there was a familiar touch that started with him exploring my pussy lips and then dipping a fingertip tantalizingly inside me, coating him with my excitement. As I slurped some more on his lovely cock, I felt him push downward and slip his finger all the way along my opening. Sliding easily back and forth, he reminded us both how wet I get when I’m really excited.

“As hard as it is to resist your wonderful mouth…” he lifted one leg over me, pulling his cock out of my mouth, “I have to tell you that I have waited a long time to taste you again, to see your beautiful pussy and savor it close-up. I hope you don’t mind.”

Without waiting for my answer he opened my legs with his hands and spread me before him. I fell back against the bed and sensed him looking at me, while his hands traced all over my thighs, with an increasing intensity and proximity to the source of my building fire. He seemed to wait forever before he touched me with his tongue, almost as though he knew I was waiting for it, yet not knowing when. It was worth the wait though, as he guided his firm tongue over my outer lips and allowed it to quickly find my clit.

I sighed repeatedly with pleasure as he teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, and then lapped at the length of my opening before placing the tip back on my clit. It felt like my own juices were dripping off his tongue and running over my clit as he paused there, before teasing me and repeating the action. “Does this bring back memories?” He asked from between my legs.

“Only good ones.” I panted as the pleasure started to wash over me in waves that made me want to shiver. “I can’t believe that it feels even better than I remember.”

He declined to engage in further conversation for a few moments, preferring to continue his hungry lapping at me, which was definitely my preference also. While my memories of our previous time together were dominated by the awesome feeling of him inside me, I’d almost forgotten how expertly dexterous his tongue was. It was a pleasure to remember as he plunged as deep as he could, twisting his tongue inside me before retracting it, circling my clit slowly and tracing the folds of my pussy with the tip. Several times he used his lips to kiss my glistening lips, gently pulling on them and opening me up.

I loved every sensation and was drifting towards the inevitable as his hands started to run all over the insides of my thighs. I reached down and instinctively pulled myself wider for him, encouraging his administration of my pleasure in another way that hadn’t been possible for us previously. As he delivered several long slow licks up the length of my hot and wet opening, my feet slid up the bed and my knees splayed even further as I started to lose all control of my body to its needs.

“God,” he panted up at me from between my legs, “you taste so sweet. You look so good down here too. You have such a perfect little pussy.”

It felt anything but “little” at that moment, swollen with the heat and excitement and dominating my body’s sensations as it was. “You have such a good way with it,” I chuckled, “I think it likes you.”

He asked, “Would you like me to finish this job?” while he stroked my thighs and maintained contact so I knew where he was even though I could not see him. “Or would you like me to be inside you?”

It was a dilemma I wished I faced every day in life, but given that we had only this single night, the choice wasn’t as tough as kartal escort it might have been otherwise. “Come inside.” I breathed down to him. “Come inside me. I’ve thought about that so much, relived it more than anything else.”

I reached out and grasped his wrist and encouraged him to come up and kiss me. As our mouths opened as wide as they could in our passion, I pulled him close and felt the heat of his cock on my thigh. My tongue hungrily pressed and twisted on his as we ground into each other, our sexes almost finding their own way to coupling before he broke the kiss and eased me on my right side. When I felt him slide his body behind me, I started to get the idea of what he had in mind and reached for his cock down between my own legs.

As he worked his arm under my neck, I gripped his steely cock and rubbed it against my pussy with my palm. When he shifted his body downwards, I knew he was ready to enter me. Pressing hard on the head of his cock, I guided him to sink into the silky folds of my pussy as he thrust gently into me.

I heard him sigh as his length disappeared between my legs, and I felt him fill me with pleasing, pulsating, hot flesh. With him finally inside, I allowed myself a sigh. It was almost a relief, to be so fulfilled once again.

As always, he was in no hurry to simply pound at me and climax. He was in no hurry to do anything. I felt his right hand search out and cup my left breast and his left hand wander all over my thigh and buttock. When he pulled me open from behind, I felt him slide in another half-inch and then close me around him tighter than ever. As my nipple hardened like a pebble between his fingers, I felt the first strokes of his cock start to gently move in and out of me, and the fires of our passion ignite their largest blaze yet, right between my thighs.

His was the only cock I’ve ever known that was so hard, I could feel the rim of its head as it rubbed up and down my pussy walls. He was thrusting long and slow, withdrawing almost to the point he might slip out of me, and then plunging deeply through my hot and silky tunnel. At first I reached behind me and pulled him into me with his strokes, but as the rhythm continued, I reached down between my legs to feel for his balls and let his shaft run along my fingers as he withdrew and thrust time after time.

I could hear in his breathing, as he gently kissed my neck, and knew that his excitement was building at a similar rate to mine. It was no surprise when he brought his hand around to my pussy and started to massage my clit. I lifted my left leg as high as I could, both to help his access to my pussy, and allow me to feel as much as I could of his thick cock and heavy balls, while they continued to work me as deep as they could.

His thrusts were still slow enough that he could delicately nibble on my ear as his head snuggled behind me. It was another assault on my senses that were now starting to scream with a need for release. I moaned involuntarily as he rubbed my clit with fingers that were slick with my juice. He slowed his circular movements down, keeping me as close as he could without tipping me over the edge. It was the small expert touches that I so appreciated and never got from lovers my own age. I knew I was smiling a silly grin that was getting sillier with every small movement, but I couldn’t help it. This was what I’d waited a long time for.

I wanted him to come for me, just as I knew I was about to do for him, but words were beyond me, as I concentrated on the red cloud inside my blindfold that I expected to explode into a million fireworks at any moment.

“Are you ready for me?” he whispered in my ear as he thrust long and deep, and tweaked my nipple deliciously harder.

“Yes!” I replied breathlessly, feeling his hand immediately start swirling around my clit and his breathing become punctuated by small grunts.

Just as I felt myself begin to tip over the edge into my orgasmic pool of pleasure, I heard him exhale loudly and felt his cock fill me even more as he started to climax. Only seconds behind him, the warm flood of high-voltage nerve tingles soared through my body, as his come started to flush into my pussy.

The whole time I was coming, my hand was clamping his to my clit, willing him to wring the very most out of this moment, and my body shook from the results of my blind fucking. All through my climax, I felt him continue to thrust, spurting hot come into me with such force that I actually felt it ram against me. As his orgasm subsided, and his come started to run out of me and around my thigh, we started to slowly catch our breath. He made no move to withdraw, and we settled into a tight hug, his body still behind mine with his hand clamped to my breast.

I remember thinking that I wanted to say something about how good our repeat performance had been for me, but all I could do was lie there and let the incredible post-orgasmic euphoria fill the room with his cock still inside me. The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was the soft kisses he was placing on my neck.

*****

When the alarm went off, I hit the snooze button instinctively, mildly surprised that I didn’t wake during the night. The room was bright as my blindfold was now around my neck, and my body felt tired but so very alive.

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REMINDER: I write long stories. Many chapters don’t have naughty bits, but those that do will be way more fun if you read the others, too! Also, although TT2 is a stand-alone novel, it takes place in the same family as Texas Trio, so you might want to read that one first! -Stefanie

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They were the oddest family Brody had ever met.

Since Kendall and Wilson had seen fit to allow it, Brody had begun dropping by the house to sit on the porch after supper two or three times a week, though he’d skirted their directive by not mentioning his true motivation to Becky.

He justified his reticence by reasoning that Becky had lived on this remote ranch for several years. She was inexperienced and would surely refuse to be courted out of fear alone. He thought once she’d come to know him and was more comfortable in his presence, she’d be more likely to consent to walking out with him.

His deeper reasons for withholding the information went without conscious mention, but peeked fleetingly from the shadowy corners of his mind. He wanted her, but he wasn’t sure he should have her. He wasn’t sure he deserved to have her.

Rebecca Connor was a respectable young woman. She wasn’t just a virgin: she was a virtuous woman from an upper-class family, reared in refined circumstances which surely allowed her little contact with the seamier side of life. Even if she possessed some general knowledge of human sexuality- which he doubted- Becky would be ignorant of dark desires like Brody’s own.

The more he came to know her, the more complicated and interesting she became. At the same time, sacrificing a piece of himself to be with her seemed a more and more reasonable proposition. If he was successful in his pursuit, he expected the missing pieces of his sex life would eat at him occasionally over the years, but he thought just being near Becky would make up for whatever the union lacked.

In order not to be detected, he behaved with perfect propriety toward Miss Connor and every other member of the family, on the surface paying no one more attention than the rest, he believed. And they were an unusual bunch, to be sure.

To start with, you could hardly tell the family from the hired help without resorting to an examination of their wardrobes, and even that would only place Mrs. Connor and Rebecca above the rest. On a daily basis, Kendall and Wilson didn’t dress any differently from any of the men working on their ranch. To some extent, everyone dressed for dinner, and on Sundays, the family went all-out for church. Even Kendall, who didn’t attend services, put on a formal suit before the family came home to dine later that afternoon.

Caleb did not dress for dinner or any other meal, but his sporadic presence at table illustrated what Brody found most extraordinary about the family, even more unusual than the three-way marriage at the head of it: the seemingly unconscious mixing of races. The only time anyone showed that they were cognizant of skin color being an issue was when they left the ranch for a trip into town.

Though folks in and around Liberty Falls reacted with varying degrees of disapproval and prurient interest to the concept of a woman with two husbands- it wasn’t the only such alliance in the state, after all; this far west men outnumbered women at least five to one- there was hardly any dissension when the topic came around to a racially mixed marriage, especially when it involved a white woman.

Kendall wasn’t Christian, so church wasn’t an issue, but he often chose to stay in the shadows at other events, as well, keeping an eye on things without alarming the citizenry. Brody knew all about it because the family wasn’t trying to keep it quiet. At home, it was a topic addressed with teasing and mock alarm, since Kendall thought having splinters driven under his nails would be more fun than plastering a smile on his face and listening to inane “conversation.”

Maybe the lack of attention paid to race was partly due to Kendall being half Indian, Brody thought, though from what he could tell, Kendall and Caleb were the two most racist people on earth. They had no problem with nationalities unilaterally despised by the rest of the country- Chinese, Mexican, African, and Irish- but tribal prejudices were apparently endemic to the Indian race. After the first few times Brody heard them talking like that, he stopped trying to figure out anyone’s ancestry or alliances.

And then there was Clancy. To Brody’s disgust, he soon realized that spending time with Rebecca put him in constant contact with the evil elf responsible for his most recent broken nose. The leathery, one-legged devil lived in the stable, where Caleb had slept before his marriage, but unlike Caleb, Clancy spent much of his time at the house, entertaining the children, keeping an eye on the ladies while the men were away, and volunteering to taste-test everything coming out of the kitchen.

Plus being loudly unhappy aydınlı escort with Brody’s presence, of course.

Kendall and Wilson grinned silently whenever Clancy gave Brody a hard time, unless Mrs. Connor or the children were around. Then one of them would snap their fingers in his direction and, unbelievably, Clancy would shut his voluminous trap.

Mrs. Connor’s kindness was surely a huge part of the family’s equitable attitude, Brody thought. From her arrogant husbands right down to the meanest cowhand among them, practically everyone on the ranch loved Mrs. Connor. She treated Nanny as her mother, Yan as a daughter, and even had the nerve to swat Caleb’s hand away when he stole sweets before dinner. Nanny was the only other person who could get away with something like that without losing the hand. Even the children were cautious around Caleb, and those three had no native fear of anything at all, as far as Brody could see.

That was another check-mark in the column marked odd . . . the children.

Lily was obviously Kendall’s child, but the boys were a mystery. Everybody referred to them as “the twins,” but Brody suspected one of them was the child of a mistress, who Mrs. Connor had generously taken in to raise as her own. After watching for a while, though, he’d seen no difference whatsoever in the way she treated them, and at times, Brody thought he saw bits of her in both boys, and small resemblances between them.

Despite the novelty of a wholesome household stemming from such an unconventional alliance, he didn’t spend much time thinking about it, but Brody was damned curious about the two boys, he admitted to himself.

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At first Becky was determined to maintain a cordial reserve with Mr. Easton. She seemed unable to handle his advances with aplomb, and she wanted to avoid any repetition of the awkward looks that had passed between them in the library and parlor. Soon, however, she came to believe he’d taken either her slap or her brothers’ threatening glares to heart. He paid no particular attention to her, and gradually her aloof manner relaxed into something closer to acceptance. She tried to look at him as merely another of her sister’s strays. His presence was inconvenient, since she’d rather forget him altogether, but unimportant in the long run.

She couldn’t help hearing what he said, however, and learned quite a bit about him during marathon interrogations conducted by Lily and the twins. Adults tended to progress rapidly from quizzing one another about their backgrounds to making shallow small talk as they became more familiar, but children were unfamiliar with the entire world: their introductory phase lasted forever. Brody obviously didn’t know much about kids, but he quickly adopted a practical approach to answering their endless litany of questions with short words and gentle humor.

Why? Why? Why?

Why do dogs chase rabbits?

Why don’t you have a mom?

Why don’t you have a dog?

“I like Topper better than any other dog; I come here to visit him instead of paying good money for a second-rate dog.”

Why don’t you play the fiddle?

“I tried to learn piano back in Ohio,” Brody answered, “but I couldn’t get the hang of it, so I learned to sing instead. My tongue doesn’t trip as much as my fingers did.” Then he taught them a funny song about a lady who kissed a bear. Mr. Easton had a lovely voice, Becky learned.

“Your eyes are a funny color,” said Jamie.

Nanny hissed at that, but Mr. Easton had already begun to answer, “I know! I always wanted purple eyes, but I got these boring grey ones! What do you think I should do?”

The children offered suggestions- pulling his hat down further being the least impractical.

Brody put his hat on like usual. “Like this?” Jamie and Kenny took turns trying to pull and push it down past his eyebrows, then tied his neckerchief across the bridge of his nose, and the whole family laughed at that. Except Colt and Clancy, of course.

Becky couldn’t help enjoying his sense of humor, and his stories were often disgustingly informative.

He told the children of a “great island” near Africa and the strange, monkey-like creature he’d seen there, with the mask and striped tail of a raccoon, but thumbs like a child. Mr. Easton mimicked a few of the animal’s many calls, including a hiccuping sound and a yodel.

While the children practiced their yodeling, Becky and Brody discussed evolution, and Jeremiah fetched a taxonomic reference from his lab to show the children pictures of a lemur.

Brody didn’t know nearly as much about science as she or Jeremiah, but Becky discovered he was interested in a great many things. She often found herself talking about plants or animals with him, though she tried to stay away from her favorite topic- geology- since she’d been in so much trouble lately over her explorations.

After several bağdat caddesi escort weeks of Mr. Easton’s visits, however, their sporadic discussions of evolution led Becky inevitably to Lyell’s theory of stratification.

Since Brody knew nothing about geology unrelated to the practicalities of removing gold from rock and water, she began by explaining how multi-colored stripes in the rocks were formed. The limestone layers in nearby cliffs and canyons, for instance, had been created by the deposition of millions of dead sea creatures, layer upon layer upon layer, over aeons. Brody was silent for such a long time after her description that Becky began to think maybe he was one of those stupid, stubborn people who automatically regarded any radical, new knowledge as impossible. Or maybe he just doubted the veracity of intelligence imparted to him by a woman.

Then Brody started asking questions, and she forgot all that. Every answer she gave raised another question in Brody’s mind, and half his questions raised a question in hers, too.

How did sea creatures come to be in cliffs this far inland? If Texas was underwater at one time, how was it not underwater now? If fossils were formed in layers of stone, why weren’t there fossils in metals? He’d seen a lot of gold straight from the mine, and he’d never heard even a rumor about anything like that. What about quartz crystals? There weren’t any fossils in that, either, and it was rock, too, wasn’t it?

Their conversations about geology were so stimulating that Becky lost all her reservations about being around him. She forgot she was pretending he didn’t exist. One particular evening, she even forgot to go to bed. They talked so enthusiastically and at such length that everyone else drifted away, and Becky barely heard herself bidding them goodnight. One by one they slipped off to bed, until only Jem and Colt were left on the porch with Brody and Rebecca.

Finally, Becky paused to sip her drink, hoping to soothe a throat made sore by talking, and surprised Colt and Jem staring at her and Brody with a mixture of apprehension and amusement.

She looked from Brody, to Colt, to Jem, and back to Brody.

After a long moment spent absorbing the shock of her brothers’ suppositions, she flushed and stood so abruptly that she nearly knocked the drink from Brody’s hand as he hurried to rise, as well.

“Well, good night, gentlemen,” she said evenly.

Without looking at Brody, Becky fled into the house, leaving Colt and Jem grinning from ear to ear. Both men stood to face him down.

Colt stuck one thumb in his belt. “Guess you got no choice now, Easton. Ask her or don’t, but Becky better tell me she wants you settin’ on our porch before I see you out here again.”

He turned and went inside.

Jem lifted the lantern from the hook by Brody’s shoulder and followed his partner, leaving Brody alone in the dark.

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Two days later, Becky was in the barnyard feeding chickens when Brody appeared, as though she’d conjured him with the confusion she’d been feeling since that night.

“Miss Connor.” He removed his hat, squinting in the afternoon sun. “I was wondering if I might have a word?”

Becky latched the door in the fence surrounding the chicken coop- they’d been having a grey fox problem recently, and the chickens were temporarily imprisoned until someone shot the fox. She turned toward the house without another glance at Brody. “I’m very busy today, Mr. Easton: perhaps some other time.”

Brody caught Becky’s hand, and she was forced to stop, her eyes flying to his face. She tried once to tug her hand from his grasp, but saw right away that was useless and stopped tugging.

“Mr. Easton-” she began.

“Miss Connor-” Brody interrupted, still holding her hand and standing much too close.

In the sun, Brody’s eyes sparkled like smoky quartz dotted with flecks of biotite and diamond. He studied her solemnly from his greater height and Becky couldn’t find the will to speak again. Only the soft scratching and clucking of the hens broke the silence between them.

Why couldn’t she cut him? Becky wondered. Not once since that day in the library had she been able to put him from her mind or put him in his place. She knew exactly how to handle men behaving in a forward manner. Girls of her social stratum learned it early and put it to use a dozen times each year, but Becky couldn’t muster the strength to give Brody Easton a chilly look and yank her hand away. Not a single searing comment rose to her lips. Instead, she waited, her heart fluttering and her hand in his, as his eyes ran over her face like a caress.

“Miss Connor, I’d be honored if you would allow me to call on you this evening.”

Becky’s lips parted enticingly, but no words came.

Brody was so close he didn’t even have to move his feet; he just shifted his weight from one bostancı escort to the other, and suddenly he was much, much closer, looming over her.

Slowly, so she had plenty of time to protest, he bent his head. His grip on her hand gentled, but he didn’t release it or move to embrace her.

On a gasp, Becky drew in the air of his last exhalation, a second before his lips touched hers.

For the first time in her life, Becky’s wits completely failed her. No, not failed her, she thought later . . . deserted her altogether. When she’d first seen him in the library, Becky had been stunned into silence by his sheer good looks, but when Mr. Easton kissed her, it wasn’t only the power of speech which deserted her. When Mr. Easton kissed her, Becky’s brain packed a trunk and lit off for parts unknown.

Brody kissed Becky and everything else in the world was drowned in the swirling, kaleidoscopic sensation of his lips on hers. Her eyes flickered and closed, a roaring sound filling her ears. He was gentle, barely pressing his lips to hers, but the kiss was devastating. He ended it before she thought to, but Brody didn’t move away, and Becky stayed in exactly the same position, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her lips parted.

She felt as though the seas which had once covered this part of Texas had suddenly returned, flooding familiar settings, leaving her adrift on a watery landscape where nothing looked the same.

Having spent so much time sitting on the porch with her, Brody had come to know not only the depth of Becky’s passions but the will with which she clung to her standards. Becky could be swayed from her beliefs by reason and logic, but she wasn’t one to be budged from her chosen path by the push of another person’s casual desire. Since her actions last night and her answer only a moment before made it clear that Becky wasn’t interested in his attentions, he expected her to pull away. When that didn’t happen, he expected an outburst of anger, maybe another slap. When she simply stood silently, her lovely face flushed and upturned, Brody had no choice in the matter: he kissed her again.

Becky melted.

He felt her sway, so Brody dropped her fingers and drew her into his arms. Hers wound themselves naturally around his neck. His kiss, which had been gentle, deepened when he felt her surrender. He drew her full bottom lip between his own, tipped his head, and parted her lips with his. Once, twice more he kissed her, letting his tongue play lightly across the delicious pink flesh just beyond her lips. He made himself keep his hands light and quiet on her back, when he wanted to hold her so closely not even air could come between them.

Scared, Brody told himself. She’s a virgin. She’ll be scared and shy.

Gently, he straightened, brushing the fine, soft curls away from her temple. For the first time, he noticed the deep, square scar near the edge of one eyebrow. His own brows dipped inward momentarily, but Becky’s lashes fluttered open, and Brody released her, forgetting the scar.

Becky swayed again, and he reached out to steady her, but this time she evaded him.

She stared for a few long moments, her normally expressive face empty of emotion. She stepped back and, without lowering her eyes, spoke calmly. “I’m flattered by your interest, Mr. Easton, but I don’t think that would be wise. Thank you, and good-bye.”

Unhurried, she turned and walked away.

He barely remembered riding Bear back to the bunkhouse or putting him up for the night. He didn’t undress, but did pull his boots off before falling backward onto his rough cornhusk mattress. He lay staring up at the ceiling, listening to twenty snoring cowboys, and felt nothing. He was empty.

Brody was no longer worried about whether his sexual needs could be accommodated within the confines of a traditional marriage. He didn’t give a shit about his sexual needs. Sometime between waking up with two black eyes and arguing with her about fish in the desert, Brody had come to the conclusion that he was falling in love with Rebecca Connor. After their kiss, he was sure she felt it, too, but for some reason, Rebecca Connor wanted nothing to do with him.

Brody lay awake most of the night, staring at nothing, his eyes and mouth dry, and his belly full of stone. Around dawn, he seriously considered pulling his gun from beneath the pillow, cocking it, and blowing the head off the man sleeping in the next bed, which would end Billy’s horrendous snoring, but might precipitate an even more violent episode of flatulence.

Fortunately for Billy, Brody drifted off without making a decision.

The foreman kicked his bunk an hour later, and Brody went back to work. For several days, that was all he did: work. Occasionally, he’d drink a cup of coffee, take a piss, or eat some beef and beans, but he didn’t bathe, didn’t speak, and he tried like hell not to think at all.

On the fifth day, Herman Arnold spit on Brody’s boot and got his arm broken in return, along with a split lip, a cracked tooth, and two black eyes. It took four men to break up the fight, but only one of them was holding Herman. Finally, the foreman cocked Brody in the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking him senseless. He gestured to Brody’s crumpled form. “Throw him in the creek, but don’t let him drown.”

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