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Many afternoons Paul Cantor stood at his office window in the English Department and looked down at the campus below watching the students walking to their classes, some riding bicycles, others romantically holding hands, some sitting on the benches or along the wall of the large circular fountain sending splashing rainbows of water into the air. This day, however, a weary sigh escaped from deep within him before he went back to his desk to attempt reading the papers his students had turned in two weeks ago but which he had been avoiding. Normally, he would have read and graded them, writing extensive comments and handing them back within a week, but now he could not face looking at another paper. He sat back in his black leather chair, reclining, closing his eyes, stroking his white beard with one hand and tapping his red pen on the desk with the other wondering why he was procrastinating, but knowing the lethargic moods that had been darkening his generally cheerful, energetic spirit for the last several months was now unbearable.

He knew he was depressed, tired, frustrated, anguished and fighting off despair. What frightened him the most was thinking about suicide, ending it all, but shoving that thought away, knowing he did not have the courage. Still, it was a thought that had previously never entered his mind and was now lurking in the shadows, poking him from a hidden corner, scaring him with its presence, its insidious whispering in his ear.

He should be happy that his latest book of poetry, his fifth, was on the short list for a major award. He had been invited to give readings at several colleges and was proud of his growing reputation as one of the more important poets writing today. He hadn’t written a new poem in at least eight months and though he had several drafts of a new poem started, he hadn’t looked at the three lines he had in his notebook for weeks and knew he was stuck. He also knew from experience that when he was unable to let the lines flow and pour from him, he was not ready to write the poem and was okay with that. It was part of the process, but this was different. Now he didn’t care if he ever wrote another poem and realized that the passion that made him such a prolific and highly regarded poet for the last thirty years was withering like so many other aspects of his life.

Paul loved women and though he was faithful to his former wife, Evelyn, for most of their twenty five year marriage, in the last few years before their divorce, he had several passionate one night stands while he was off giving readings. “Why not,” he’d think when the opportunity presented itself and his sex life at home had died. He was frustrated, often horny and knew he was getting older. It was flattering to see how a student or even a young female instructor or PhD candidate practically threw herself at him after a reading and so, he would willingly let it happen and have no regrets when he’d hook up and they’d go out for a drink then end up in bed, knowing it was not a relationship but just a hot night of wild sex with no strings attached.

He had married Evelyn when they were both in graduate school where she earned her masters in anthropology but decided not to continue. They met at a party and became immediately attracted to each other and fucked in the back of his car that night and as often as possible after that. She was smart, sexy with long blond hair and a body that made men’s eyes turn, but she only wanted Paul which amazed and gratified him.

For the first three years of their marriage, their sex life was exciting, imaginative and wild, never kinky but definitely daring and on the edge; however, after their two children were born, three years apart, their sex life didn’t disappear but was definitely not what it was before the children. Eve gained weight, in fact, a lot of weight so that by their eighth year of marriage, sex became a once a week event, usually on Saturday nights after going to dinner and a movie.

Paul missed the sexy blonde woman he married and found himself fantasizing about the attractive young students he saw everyday on campus. Though he would never act on his fantasies, he liked how they flirted with him, how they told him how much they loved his last book of poems, how his classes were their favorite. He maintained his professional, distant manner with them, never indicating how their tight shirts, jeans and tiny mini skirts aroused him.

Even their eighteen year old baby sitter, Becky, made it difficult not to look at her now that she was no longer the skinny fourteen year old they had used and who was adored by their two boys, Daniel and Jonah. Paul tried ignoring the dramatic changes that had gradually taken place right before his eyes and now, she was a sexy young woman and not a child. He tried to ignore how her skimpy clothes tantalized him, how her unself-conscious way of laying on the floor with the boys with her ass straining her jeans or her short skirts şahinbey escort showing more thigh than they hid made him look away, but then he’d swallow and couldn’t help but look back at her in a way he knew he shouldn’t.

Still, he never indicated how Becky gave him fantasies to jerk off too and had no idea how the distinguished professor and highly regarded poet lusted for her, nor did his sexy female students realize how he looked at their bodies when they walked away, their hips swaying. They had no idea how he had to close his eyes and turn away, knowing he would never cross the professional barrier between teacher and student, though often he was tempted and wished he was not so uptight. Still being around so many sexy young women fed his imagination, often stimulating poems which he never published.

He also found himself at dinner parties with their friends, sitting next to his overweight wife, looking at the wives of people he had known for twenty years wondering what they were like in bed, knowing several of their husbands cheated on them with students or female colleagues, wondering if they knew their husbands cheated or if they also had affairs. Sex was often on his mind and the lack of lust he felt for his wife now made his desire for other women more intense and his fantasy life more vivid, even resulting in looking at porn on the internet. Still, his outward appearance gave no indication what was going on inside. He felt he had a secret fantasy life that both excited and frustrated him.

One woman, in particular, Jenny Davidson, the wife of his office mate, Charles, or Chuck as he preferred being called, often cornered him after she had a few drinks. He liked how close she stood to him, how she touched his arm to emphasize a point, how she smiled looking into his eyes, or commented on a poem of his she read in Atlantic Monthly or, depending on how drunk she was, told him how stuffy and boring Chuck was, though he was kind and generous to her. She had a way of biting her lower lip when she said that, looking into his eyes and he knew she was just flirting and drunk and nothing would happen. Still, he thought she was pretty with large sparkling green eyes. It was exciting to have these private conversations with Jenny, especially because she always wore low cut dresses or a blouse with several buttons undone, practically touching him with her breasts, arousing him and causing him to wonder what he would do if her seductive ways became even more aggressive and they arranged to disappear to a room upstairs or make a rendezvous at the local Super -8 Motel, something he fantasized about but knew would never happen, still he was tempted.

So, here he was, sitting in his office, ignoring the papers he should be grading, realizing he was one year from retiring, now divorced from Evelyn for three years, living in a small but comfortable apartment but feeling empty, lonely, sensing his life was almost over at sixty five. He had a prestigious position at the university, was highly regarded as a poet, yet he was feeling despair and a longing for something he couldn’t quite name. He knew it was related to the lust he still felt for the young sexy students but most of all was the realization that the women who used to look at him, flirt with him when he walked by no longer did.

Painfully, he remembered when he was a younger man with a dark beard, long hair, how the female students looked into his eyes and smiled when they passed, how they came to his table in the university cafeteria to sit with him, ask for his autograph or show him a poem they had written, wanting his comments, or they would come to his office with a question or advice, dressed provocatively and clearly wanting more. Even as he got older, his dark hair turning grey, flecks of white in his beard, his skin showing wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, he could feel their attraction to him, several saying as they leaned forward, how they liked older men, how more experienced and patient they were than the young studs on campus, clearly coming on to him. He enjoyed the flirting and in his subtle, distant somewhat shy way, flirted back, though still not going over the professional line regardless of how tempted he was.

He now had white thinning hair, a much larger wrinkled brow with his receding hair line, a paunch that he had recently developed despite watching what he ate, knowing he should exercise; his walk much stiffer than before. Though he would look at the lovely women he passed, noticing their bodies the way he always had, now, when he looked at them, hoping to catch their eye, it didn’t happen. He was an old man and they didn’t see him.

Sighing deeply, glancing at the pile of papers, he wondered if he was foolish not taking advantage of all the sexual opportunities he passed by because of his professional ethics, and now he was old and what he longed for was impossible. He remembered a line from one his poems, “Sometimes life is like licking honey from a thorn.” The line made him chuckle then shaking his head, “It’s true. My fucking life has been more thorn than honey.”

When he said that, he threw down his red pen, stood up and grabbed his brown tweed sport jacket with the leather pouches on the elbow, thinking again that he looked like a cliché and wished he could be as far from this campus as he could be. He wished he could start over, be a carpenter like his dad, drink beer and watch ball games instead of getting a four year scholarship to Princeton then spending forty five years in the stuffy ivory tower of the university with all its protocol about teachers and students, much of it ignored, he knew, but not by him, at least not until ten or so years ago on reading tours.

Now, at sixty five, no longer attractive to younger women and not interested in the shriveled up older women he met, he realized like a dagger at his back, those days were behind him.

He had to do something. He had to get away. Realizing he left his brief case in his office and didn’t care, he walked, head down across the crowded campus to the parking lot, trying not to look at the sexy young women who ignored him but still hoping one would notice his vigorous walking, his determination to do something about his life, something real, something passionate, but what? He had no idea. He got into his old Suburu and drove away, not sure where he was going but left the small college town with its tree covered streets, remembering Huck Finn’s words about not wanting to be civilized and said out loud his favorite line from the novel, “Civilization, I’ve been there before. I’m lighting out for the territory.”

After driving for miles, getting off the turnpike, taking back roads, not knowing where he was, just driving past farms, through small towns, over hills, rounding bends, listening to music on the classical music station, he saw a bar up ahead with the words, “Luke’s Bar and Grill” written in red letters on a large black sign. He thought it was strange that there would be a bar in the middle of nowhere. Also, just as he saw it, the first thunderous chords of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony came on the radio, filling his car with that ominous sound.

Several pick-up trucks and a half a dozen motorcycles were in the gravel parking lot. He slowed down and suddenly, impulsively, decided to stop for a beer and some dinner, not sure what attracted him to the place but for some reason, he turned and parked next to a black pick up truck. He looked around at the motorcycles lined up in front of the entrance then up at the shabby white building, noticing the black trim around the windows and the black windowless door at the entrance.

“This looks like a bikers’ hangout,” he thought, imagining the black leather he associated with bikers and wondering if he would feel out of place. While sitting there he noticed the front door open and a blonde haired woman wearing jeans and boots clutching the arm of a big man in a black leather jacket walked, actually stumbled out. They stopped and she stood on her toes to kiss him while he put his hands on her ass then, with their arms around each other, they walked over to a shiny red motorcycle. He watched them put on their helmets, get on the bike, her arms around him from behind then drive off in a roar, zooming away down the road.

“Looks like an interesting place. I think I’ll go in, get a beer and just watch the scene,” Paul thought, recognizing his tendency to be an observer, always somewhat detached, his writer’s eye taking snap shots he might use in a future story or poem. He turned off Beethoven, got out of his car and stood in front of the black windowless door looking up at the sign, thinking about the name Luke and walked in.

It was smoky, dimly lit and the smell of cigarettes surprised him. “Guess they don’t care about the law of not smoking in public places,” he thought standing at the door, looking around the dark, smoky room before walking over to the bar on the other side of the room. He heard the loud booming music from the juke box but was also aware that several people looked up at him as he walked towards the bar making him realize how strange he must look in a wrinkled tweed sport jacket with leather pouches on the elbow, brown corduroy pants, thinning white hair and a beard, obviously much older than anyone in the bar.

When he sat down on the red leather stool, touching the shiny brown wood of the bar, looking at the long row of liquor bottles on the counter, then at the pot bellied bartender walking towards him with black suspenders holding up baggy jeans and a black t shirt with the words “Luke’s Bar” in red letters.”

“What can I get you,” the bartender asked, not smiling, but looking him in the eyes.

Paul was stunned by the bartender’s unwelcoming manner, “Just a beer for now,” he said, noticing the bartender’s black goatee and mustache, a silver round earring dangling from his ear, “What’s on tap?” Paul asked.

“Just Bud, that’s it,” he said.

“Well if that’s all you have, that will be fine. Yes, give me a Bud,” Paul answered, nodding, noticing the grim way the bartender looked at him before moving down the bar, pulling the shiny draught handle, filling the mug but glancing over at him, narrowing his eyes, shaking his head at what apparently looked odd, perhaps pathetic and in fact, was.

“What am I doing here?” Paul asked himself, suddenly feeling he was a stranger in a strange land then quickly turned away from the bartender’s eyes and looked around the room, noticing two of the booths were occupied by bikers, smoking, drinking and laughing. One table in the corner had a man sleeping with his head on the table, holding a shot glass, a whiskey bottle next to it. In the rear three guys were playing pool while two others were throwing darts at a board on the back wall. Four men sat at the bar several stools away from him wearing tight black t shirts, jeans and boots. They all looked over at Paul critically shaking their heads, then went back to talking to each other.

“Here goes,” the bartender said, putting the mug down with a thud.

“Thanks,” Paul said, lifting the mug, taking a big gulp, some of the beer dripping from his mouth. “Damn, I could sure use this,” he added then took another big gulp, nodding to the bartender.

“Oh yeah,” the bartender said, his manner relaxing, looking at Paul, “What’s happening, man?”

“It’s hard to say,” Paul answered, surprised to be asked.

“You’re off the beaten track, ain’t you?” he asked. “Don’t usually see guys like you here.”

“I bet,” Paul answered, beginning to relax, noticing the bartender’s grimness softening.

“So what’s going on? How come you came to a dive like this place in the middle of nowhere? Ain’t you on the wrong side of the tracks?” he asked, moving a small glass bowl of peanuts in front of Paul.

“Well, I guess I am,” Paul said, noticing the chubby faced bartender stroking his short goatee, looking into his eyes. “I just had to get away from the other side of the tracks. I need a change, not sure what kind of change, but it’s not working for me over there,” Paul added.

“You’re frustrated,” the bartender said, still looking into Paul’s eyes, nodding as if understanding.

Again, Paul was stunned by the bartender’s statement, surprised by the perceptive question and how he was looking at him. “Yes, I guess you could say I’m frustrated. I don’t feel alive. I feel disgusted with how I’m living,” Paul said, amazed at the intimate conversation he was having with this bartender in a bikers’ bar.

The bartender continued looking at Paul as if studying him but didn’t say anything.

Paul took another drink from his beer, wondering why the bartender was looking at him like that. Their eyes met.

“You need to meet Luke,” the bartender said after a long silence.

“I do?” Paul asked. “Why do I need to meet Luke?”

“Well, let’s just say he’s an impressive man. He’s the owner but he’s pretty good with helping people get on track. I think you should meet him.”

“Why not,” Paul responded, “Why the hell not?”

“Follow me,” the bartender said, nodding and walked to the end of the bar waiting for him.

Paul took a big gulp of his beer, finished it, then putting the empty mug down, walked past the four bikers who looked at him as he passed. One of the men shook his head and snickered then looked back at his friends, shaking his head.

The bartender led him down a narrow hall past two bathrooms one marked Guys the other marked Gals then knocked on the big black door at the rear of the hall, opened it not waiting for a response. “Hey, boss, here’s someone you should meet,” the bartender said, nodding for me to enter the office.

Behind the uncluttered desk sat a man leaning back in a large black chair, his feet in black boots up on the desk reading a magazine. Paul could see that the cover had a blonde woman wearing a skimpy bikini sitting on a huge motorcycle. In back of him, covering the window was a black velvet curtain making the room dark except for the reading lamp just over his shoulder with a red light giving the room an eerie atmosphere.

The man sat up, flipped the magazine onto the desk, looked up at the bartender, “Thanks, Zach,” he said then smiled at Paul removing his feet from the desk. “Take a seat,” he said, pointing to a wooden chair in front of his desk.

The bartender closed the door and left. Paul sat down and looked around the room then back at the man, noticing his thick black eyebrows, dark eyes, a thin black mustache and long straight black hair that went down to his shoulders. He also had a round silver earring dangling from one ear. He wore a white t shirt with a black leather vest, black jeans and boots. Paul thought he was quite handsome and had a dignified air about him, unlike the others he saw in the bar. He also felt his penetrating eyes when he leaned forward, his head nodding as if he was looking deep into Paul.

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Nguyet, Thanh, and I had found an afternoon on which we would go to the hot springs together. All three of us were excited, since running around naked and giving in to one’s lust outside was probably the most sensually arousing pastime. Thanh and I had been to said thermal springs two weeks earlier, and we had loved it: we had bathed in the warm pool, drank sparkling wine, and then fucked twice. And peed once.

When Nguyet called me three days before we would go, I was alarmed. Had she changed her mind, or did she have to work during her long lunch hour, all of a sudden? No, we were still on, but she wanted me to come to her house over lunch the next day. She didn’t say why, but when I asked her if she was just horny, she told me that it wasn’t about sex, which I liked as that would give me two more days to garner a large load.

Of course, I started to think about what my visit could be about as soon as I had put down the phone, but I didn’t want to call her back. Perhaps it wasn’t anything negative, and she had a sweet surprise for me? Anyway, she had told me to get to her place around 11; her son would be at kindergarten, while her mother was at a funeral two towns over. So, we would be alone and, I was sure, would end up fucking a little. Oh, well, so be it.

When Nguyet heard me coming, she stepped out from the kitchen, which was around the corner in the back of her house. She was walking towards me but then went into the bathroom, after she had playfully lifted up her skirt. She seemed in good spirits, and I so followed her. Leaning against the doorframe, I watched her pee.

“You couldn’t have waited another minute?” I teased her, alluding to our frequent peeing games.

I could hear the pan sizzle in the kitchen but, otherwise, it was completely quiet in the house—apart from the titillating noise of her urine leaving her beautiful body and hitting the water underneath. Nguyet had lifted her skirt up fully, and so I could see her bush. She dabbed herself, looking at me. Then she got up, flushed, and pulled her panties up.

“Well, after lunch, maybe,” she only said.

She had probably meant that she might pee on me later.

So I peed now, by myself, since she had walked past me to go back to the kitchen. Well, the peeing together hadn’t really been all that important to me a minute ago; I had just wanted to tease her. And peeing together was best anyway during arousal or after sex. When I stepped into the kitchen, Nguyet was standing at the cooker and turned around. She laughed alluringly, and so I stood behind her and reached around her upper body with both arms. I caressed her belly and breasts through the fabric of her thin dress and noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I unbuttoned the front of the dress and reached inside. She squeaked a little when I pressed one of her boobs, but then I opened the front and let her tits snap out. I put my chin on her shoulder and watched my hand play with her little fruits. Her nipples were caught between my index and middle fingers, and I kissed her ear.

She had turned off the stove but was still holding the chopsticks in her hand, like she was thinking about what to do next. Absentmindedly, she stirred the food some more, like she didn’t want to move away. So, I reached down and lifted up her dress slowly. I looked at her sweet little bum, which was clad in whitish older panties. When she still didn’t move, I caressed and squeezed her butt cheeks a bit and then pulled her panties down. It was really quiet in the house, now that the sizzling in the pan had stopped. All we could hear was our horny panting. But when I ruffled her furry triangle in the front, it felt strange. I turned her towards me and looked down. She was holding the hem of her dress and still had her panties on her knees.

“Oops, what happened there?” I asked her, laughing.

It looked like she had wanted to trim her bush but had slipped with the scissors a few times.

“Ben, that’s why you’re here today. I … I wanted to cut my hair down there a bit, but somehow … I couldn’t manage to get it right. Well, I want you to help me … before I mess it up completely.”

Looking at her bush, I scratched my head, like a car mechanic who just got some jalopy towed into his garage. If I had been wearing a cap, I would have pushed it to the back of my head. Well, I used to cut hair, but that had been in the army, 30 years earlier. I still cut my hair myself, but I used a machine. Was pubic hair any different? At least, Nguyet’s was fairly straight. And she had a lot, so I still had quite a bit to work with. Well, somehow, we’d get it done.

“Sure, will do,” I said in a decidedly reassuring tone. “But why? I mean, why does it matter? Was it just too much? I mean, I always loved it …”

“Hey, let’s eat first,” she reminded me, avoiding an answer for now.

The curve of my arousal had flattened anyway, and so I sat down. Nguyet pulled her underwear up, and put everything on the table. I still loved türbanlı escort the scene when she had pulled her panties back up, even though they had gone in the wrong direction. Apparently, she had even tried to trim her hair in her ass crack a bit. I remembered that being longer, too. Nguyet put some tea on the table and sat down next to me at her side of the corner. I looked at her dress, whose buttons were still open, and was tempted to reach inside to get her breast out again. Oh well, perhaps we should eat first.

Since she still hadn’t told me why she wanted to trim her bush, I thought that there was some embarrassing reason, so I didn’t insist. Instead, I asked a little more about the details of the project:

“Do you want me to cut it really short or even shave it, partially? Or do you want everything gone, perhaps?”

“Oh, no. I mean, I like my hair down there … no, that would be strange … like a child. No, just prune and thin it out a bit, huh?” she laughed.

I nodded, and we started to eat. We didn’t say much for the next ten minutes, and when I was done eating, I moved a little closer to her. I put my hand on her thigh, and she fumbled her panties off her legs, which she then put on the table, next to her bowl. She lifted up her dress, so that I could see the mess again that her pruning had caused:

“Look! The hairs are longer on one side … that’s where I messed up.”

She was probably concerned that she might look silly in front of Thanh two days hence, at the hot springs. I had put my hand on her thigh to start our fore-play, but she had read it as an attempt to discuss the details of her bush-trimming project. Well, we did need to take care of that, she was right. And so I looked at the accident like an experienced coiffeur, who needed to fix a botched attempt of self-improvement. Upon second thought, it didn’t seem so bad, I decided. The only thing I had to do was to trim her hair on the longer side as short as it already was on the other, without having to cut the shorter side even shorter. That could be done easily, I reckoned.

When I realized that my dick was pumping itself up, I took off my pants and underwear and sat on them. Nguyet sheepishly glanced at my dick like she had never seen it before and turned towards me. She rolled her dress up, so that her bush would stay exposed, and we leaned towards each other. We kissed and then looked around the kitchen to see if there wasn’t a good spot for a quick fuck.

In the end, we both proposed in unison: “Hey, let’s go upstairs.”

Mechanically, Nguyet put the dishes together for later like we weren’t half-naked. She carried them over to the small section on the floor that was rimmed by a six-inch wall, where the drain was. Finally, she took her panties off the table, and we were ready.

“Now, tell me, why did you want to trim your bush to begin with?” I asked her finally on the way up.

“Because of Thanh, of course,” she told me with a tone in her voice like that was the most obvious thing in the world.

Thanh, Nguyet, and I had met for coffee last week but then ended up at Nguyet’s office in the model home in the suburbs, where we had fucked about to warm up for the hot springs. That little threesome had been thoroughly enjoyable but Nguyet and I had both noticed that Thanh had been a little sheepish leaning into Nguyet’s large, thick, dense bush. For the first time, Thanh had had sex during her period, which she had enjoyed immensely, though. She had sucked Nguyet’s little titties and, apparently, she had liked it so much that she had still raved about it a few days later when we had spoken over the phone.

“Did Thanh complain that your bush is too large? I mean, she lay down on you … did you get the impression that she was turned off or even disgusted?” I inquired.

Upstairs, in her room, Nguyet took her dress off and sat down on the bed.

“Well, she didn’t say anything, of course, but, mind you, I could see her face, while you were banging her from behind. It looked like it took her some effort …”

“Well, that was her very first time with a woman … so your theory is that if we trim your bush, it’ll be easier for her? But Thanh’s bush and pussy aren’t particularly small either,” I reminded her.

“Sure, it was her first time, I know. But I want to make it easier for her. I don’t want to go to the thermal springs and then she feels obligated to lick me or put her face in my lap when she doesn’t really want to …”

“Ok, I’ll see what I can do,” I told her. “Sure, it’ll be better if Thanh actually likes your pussy …” I laughed.

When I was standing in front of her with my pretty erect dick, thoughts seemed to be racing through Nguyet’s mind behind her forehead. And probably further down, the fluids were racing, too. Since I didn’t think it would take long to fix her botched pussy-haircut, I stepped closer, and she snapped after my glans like a hungry animal. After she had greedily sucked and licked for a few minutes, she let it out of her mouth, took a deep breath, sighed, and said:

“The scissors are on the desk over there. Let me get a comb, too … when we’re done, we’ll fuck a little, ok? But please get the hair done first, will ya?”

Of course, she looked hot the way she was sitting in front of me, but she was right: if I banged now, we’d have to take a shower next, and all I would do then, the last half an hour, was pruning her bush. No, it made much more sense to do that as a foreplay, as I only wanted to fuck once that day to save some energy for the much more rousing prospect of spending two naked hours with the ladies two days hence. And, after looking at Nguyet’s pussy for 30 minutes while trimming her bush, I sure would want to bang her properly.

Nguyet still asked if I wanted her to take a shower first or if she should rather sit on a chair, but I liked the aroma between her legs. Just as it was. So, I folded the blanket once and spread it on the floor. I kneeled down between her thighs and got started. First, I combed her hair thoroughly and made a plan where to start.

“Just tell me again what exactly you want, Nguyet!” I asked her.

“Well, can you get the triangle a little slimmer and shorten the hair a bit, too? And then, of course, next to my pussy, which otherwise Thanh won’t be able to find …” she laughed.

Nguyet was right. If she brushed her hair over her pussy, one couldn’t see it at first glance, which I had always found hot, partially because it was so unusual. It also increased the contrast between her decidedly cultured personality — she was smart, interested in science and math, and she could draw extremely well — and her wild, natural side. Frankly, Nguyet’s pussy looked like an animal’s. Not that I had ever seen one, though.

While I now started at the top, trying to get both sides of her triangle to the same length, I kept glancing at her beautiful trim body, which was heaving slightly. I could also hear her breathe. I noticed her erect nipples, which were pointing at the ceiling, since she had already fallen back on her back. Nguyet was almost 34 now, but she still sported that curious, hot mixture of a mature MILF and a teenager. She didn’t have a single ounce of superfluous fat on her body. Her pussy was still closed and seemed to be resting like a small animal under all that thicket. I kept quiet, like I didn’t want to wake it until I was done.

“Have you talked to Thanh in the meantime?” I asked her to distract myself.

When Nguyet didn’t reply, I thought she had dozed off and didn’t ask again. But then, she said:

“Yes, on Zalo,” which was a Vietnamese chat platform.

“She told me what you did the last six weeks,” Nguyet added and giggled. “Do you know what I like best?”

“No,” I just said but then rummaged through my memory.

I liked our very first time. And, then, of course, our afternoon at the hot springs.

“The thermal springs?” I thus surmised.

“No, when you came on her body from like three feet away. When you jerked off in front of her when she was masturbating …”

The way Nguyet had said it had been hot. But yeah, that had been great.

“Well, since she’d been ovulating … and Thanh had never seen a man jerk off …” I reminded Nguyet, almost sounding like I was apologizing.

“I’d like that, too,” Nguyet admitted. “We’ve never done that either. I’ve never seen a man come …” she reminded me now.

“Just ask Vu,” I teased her, “the next time you’re ovulating.”

Nguyet had started a ribald affair with a young man, Vu, who was 21 and a former student of mine. She kept bragging to me how often he could do it, like three times in two hours. Or an hour-and-a-half.

“He isn’t into playful sex. All he wants is to fuck. If I’m ovulating, we use condoms. But don’t get me wrong, he’s tender, but he doesn’t like spending his load outside of me,” she laughed. “He would probably just give me a weirded-out look if I ask him to come on my body …”

“Well, couldn’t you blow him or give him a nice, oily handjob? And then he could come on you … but, knowing him, he’d probably just tell you to ask me,” I laughed now.

“Yeah, you’re right. That’s exactly what he would say …”

I was done with her triangle now and pretty pleased with my job. Her hair was short around the edges but longer in the middle. It looked hot. Perhaps, I should start trimming her bush periodically?

I looked at her groins now, thinking where to start.

“But, Nguyet when we are at the private pool, we’ll be naked the whole time, won’t we?” I asked her.

“Well, that’s what you did with Thanh the last time, didn’t you? If Thanh gets naked, I’ll do it, too …” she assured me and slid upwards on the bed so that I could get to her perineum more easily.

Her cunt was exuding a slightly pungent aroma already. Maybe she had showered in the morning, but it smelled more like last night, before she had gone to bed. When I saw that her clit was completely covered by hair, I combed the hair around it but then took off half-an-inch. Now, her clit snuffled at me like a hedgehog’s nose.

“Did you try to trim your hair in your butt crack as well?” I asked, so that I knew what still lay ahead of me.

She laughed and lifted up her ass.

“Yeah, look, but I cut myself.”

Sure, there was a small, dark-red cut. Nguyet now spread her legs as wide as she could, and her pussy snapped open. I licked my finger and comforted her butt first, but I was sure tempted to bend forward into her treasure.

Her groins were now done as well; they were still slightly hairy but it sure looked more inviting now, especially for a newbie like Thanh. I wondered if Thanh would notice Nguyet’s new hairdo.

Chuffed with what I had already accomplished, I found it time to wake up the sleeping giant. Gently, I pulled her pussy lips a little more open, which she noticed, of course. She moved a bit and seemed to want to say something, but I spoke first:

“Yeah, yeah, I know: Business before pleasure.”

“Ben, I’m so grateful. When you’re done, you can do whatever you want …

Naturally, that was music to my ears, and so I took her clit between my lips and stared to suck it. Then I licked her sharp, black inner labia, which reminded me of the hood of a cobra, and said ‘hi’ to her urethra. Just when I wanted to push my middle finger inside her velvety sheath, a large, crystal-clear drop of nectar rolled out, which I used to coat the whole area. Everything was pulsating, like she was about to give birth. When there was another fat drop, I took some to rub her nipples. As petite as Nguyet was, I could pretty much always reach everything.

Of course, I was ready and tempted to just mount her, but the haircut wasn’t completely done yet. I asked her to kneel on the bed, so that I could thin out her butt crack a bit. Her hairs back there were too short to comb, and so I asked her to pull her cheeks apart, which she gladly did. Some more of her aroma came wafting towards me, and when I was done, I put the scissors on the floor and admired my work. I looked into her dark, velvety sheath and pressed my tongue into the pumping hole. She moaned wholeheartedly and sighed:

“C’mon, let’s do it.”

My dick had been half-erect during the whole haircut-thing, but I was stiff from kneeling down to fuck her right way. So I heartily smacked her ass a few times, and she turned again and lay on her back. It was funny how she understood that language. I brushed the hairs off the bed first, however, and put them on the desk, stretching once more before I would lie down on her. When I turned around though, she was standing in front of the mirror, admiring her bush. She smiled coquettishly and seemed rather pleased.

“So, you have a wish!” she laughed.

I lay down on the bed and pointed at my dick. First, she took it in her hand but then wrapped her mouth around my glans. In the warmth, my cock grew quickly, and when she felt he was ready, she pulled her gorgeous body over it. Initially, I had wanted to lick her for a bit, but now I just gave in to the dynamics of the moment. I always liked licking the opening of her urethra, but we were going to see each other again in just two days. I was glad that everything had turned out so well, and let her sheath milk me.

At some point, I reached for her ass cheeks and assisted in the bobbing and swaying. I admired her new haircut, the one on her head: having her hair parted to the side looked hot. After she had been riding me for ten minutes, I pulled her closer, and she lay down on me. Her breasts were pressing against mine, but then she wanted me to lie on top of her. Of course, I obliged and banged her for another few minutes in the missionary position. My balls were banging against her newly coiffed perineum, while she cooed and hollered with her mouth wide open. We rejoiced absentmindedly, and I came lavishly after I had pulled her head into my chest hair with both arms. I kept lying on top of her, until my dick slipped out. Before I dismounted, we kissed profusely, but then she suggested we take a quick shower.

“I gotta go back to the office,” she added, seeming in a hurry.

When I looked at my cock, I saw that there were some hairs on it. She laughed, took my hand and pulled me towards the bathroom. Up here, on the second floor, there was only a simple shower but since the water was stored on the roof, it was pleasantly warm. After a while, she put my hand between her legs, where I felt the warm jet of her pee. I let go, too, as that was the most natural thing in the world.

“There’s an outdoor shower at the private pool …” I began.

Nguyet immediately knew what I meant: “Yeah, Thanh told me …” she laughed.

“Did she tell you how she peed on me?” I was curious.

“Yeah, she did, of course,” Nguyet giggled.

Back in her room, I got dressed, while Nguyet was looking at her freshly trimmed bush once more. I still found it bigger than most women’s, perhaps because Nguyet was so petite.

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Quietly he watched her as she entered her chambers, knowing that she thought she was all alone. He sat and waited for his opportunity, and finally it was there as she went to look out the window, wondering when her beloved would finally come home for her once more. As she dozed by the window, he silently crept up behind her, moving right up next to her, he slipped his hands over her eyes from behind.

“Shh, it’s just me sweety, it’s just me.”

He whispered softly in her ear. He did this, because he knew she would be very alarmed, as would anybody if they were suddenly blinded from behind by some mystery assailant. He continued to whisper soft nothings into her ear, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck. Slowly he removed his hands from her eyes, but moved them down to her neck and shoulders. While he was still whispering into her ear, his hands started to slowly and thoroughly massage her neck and shoulders. No doubt she had probably been stressed, as most queens of large kingdoms often were. Each time his hands glided down to her shoulders, he lowered his mouth to kiss, lick, nuzzle, nip, and suck softly on her neck, knowing how much she enjoyed his motions on the soft skin of the nape of her neck. Finally and reluctantly, he kissed her neck goodbye as he slowly moved in front of her. His hands glided down her sensuous curves, resting on her hips.

He moved in front of her so that she would know that the person behind her wasn’t using anything to disguise their voice to make it sound like him. There was one dilemma left though, how to convince her that he was in fact himself, and not some doppelganger who appeared, and sounded like him. With his hands still resting on her hips, he smiled into her eyes, smiling that small and unique half smile that he always does. Then slowly he leans his face close to hers, feeling her breath on his face as she is breathing a little more heavily than when she had entered her chambers. When his lips met hers his arms moved around her. He sighed softly into her luscious mouth as he felt his mouth cover hers. Gently he licked and flicked her lips with his tongue, then softly probed them for entry. Once granted, he slowly and languidly licked and flicked once more. This time flitting here and there about her mouth, all the while her tongue dancing and rolling over his invading tongue. Then finally he let his tongue rest on hers, dancing with hers. One of his hands moves up to gently stroke her soft hair, the other moved slowly under the bottom of her shirt to rub soft circles on the small of her back.

He did this for two reasons. One, was that he loved the feel of her soft skin, and the other was that he knew how weak-kneed she could get when he kissed her this way. Tilting his head slightly o the side, he pulled her body closer, to his, feeling her erect nipples through the fabric of her shirt. His tongue pressed deeper into her mouth as his member pressed hot against her inner thighs. Finally his lungs started to feel empty of air, and he reluctantly broke the kiss. He did not however, move his face too far from hers, so as to not lose the intimacy of the embrace they shared. Her arms resting on his back, pulling him close, also saw to it that he made no attempt to move away from her.

“Did you miss me sweetheart?”

He whispered once more in her ear, then lowered his mouth to her neck once more, nuzzling softly. She let out a small sigh, with a moan to accompany it. Once of her hands moved to the back of his head, gently holding his head to her neck, which he was more than willing to go along with. Slowly and carefully, he started moving her backwards, turning her slightly, his mouth still pressed lovingly to her neck. He carefully moved her against, the bed, and eased her down, settling himself down lying next to her.

As he lay beside her, his arm instinctively moved around her, holding and pulling her close. Of their own volition, his lips moved to hers once more. As his lips met hers, he felt truly complete than he had for quite a long time.

His arm around her moved up her body, his hand gliding out from under her shirt, to hold the back of her head to his. Carefully he tilted his head to the side slightly, deepening the kiss as his tongue once more nudges it’s way past her soft sensual lips. As his tongue met hers, he rolled his around hers as she tried to caress his tongue with hers. Slowly and carefully as the kiss continued to deepen, their breathing becoming harsh due to lack of air, he slowly eased her to her back, adjusting himself to be resting on top of her.

Reluctantly then, he broke the kiss, keeping his face close to hers as they each gasped for breath. türbanlı escort Her eyes, which had been closed up to that point, opened to gaze deep into his. He could only smile that small half-smile that she loved so much. Slowly, he eased himself off of her, and helped her to a sitting position.

He moved his hands to the bottom of her shirt. His hands lifted, and the soft fabric glided up her skin as he slowly pulled both it and her bra over her head and off. He smiled once again when he saw her breasts, her nipples already standing at full attention. He finally managed to tear his gaze from her beautiful nipples, and moves it back to her eyes, that smile still on his lips.

He moved himself closer to her once again, wrapping her in a hug, sighing softly as he felt her hard nipples against his clothed body. Still hugging her close, he eased her to her back once more, kissing her mouth, then her neck, shoulders, and collarbone. He stopped briefly at each side of her collarbone, sucking softly, before moving on downward. His kisses turned into licks as he started to feel the swell of her voluptuous breasts.

Slowly and teasingly he licked his way all around, up and around her breast, getting teasingly close to the aerola that surrounded her nipple. One of his hands moved to her other breast, mimicking the motions of his tongue with his fingertips, using a featherlight touch. Then, as her breathing picked up, he couldn’t resist the urge any longer.

He moved his mouth straight to the succulent tip, and pulled it into his mouth, rolling her other nipple between his fingers. She let out a sharp gasp of pleasure as his mouth closed over her nipple. His tongue rolled over and around, while his lips sucked lightly on her nipple. He felt her back arching as she pressed her breasts to him, almost begging for him to continue. He briefly lost all sense of who and where he was as his mouth and tongue played with her nipple.

Her rapid breathing finally brought him back around. He then moved his mouth to her other nipple, paying it the same much-deserved attention it deserved. Once again he moved one of his hands to her other nipple, rolling, pinching, and tweaking it softly. Then, taking one breast in each hand, he held them together, allowing him to kiss, suck, and nuzzle both at once.

Her one gasp turned into many as each stroke of his tongue brought another gasp to her lips. Her harsh breathing told him it was about time to move on, so upon releasing her breasts from his hands, he briefly kissed each throbbing nipple goodbye. His tongue then picked up where it left off, licking it’s way from the hollow between her breasts, down her stomach.

He briefly let his tongue roll around her naval, before once again moving on to where he felt she needed him more. His hands kept pace with his tongue, gliding over the flesh of both her sides with a soft and sensitive touch. As his tongue reached her hips and started to move beyond, he hooked his fingers in the waistline of her pants and slowly pulled them down her legs, noting that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

As his lips moved past her hips edging closer to her now very bare pussy, he found himself barely able to resist the temptation of her sweet pussy, which was already wet with her juices and giving off that intoxicating scent he had never forgotten. His chin preceded his tongue, grinding lightly on the soft skin of her pubic region, and at the veeeery last possible second, he skirted to the side, kissing her inner thigh.

Then, once again, his tongue continued it’s looooong and slow lick, down her leg. All the while, his hands rubbed, massaged, and caressed, up and down her other leg with long full strokes of his knowing hands. Upon reaching her foot, he kissed it lightly, then let his tongue glide back up her leg. He could hear her breathing getting faster and faster as he glided up her inner thigh, and came oooooh so close, but denied her pussy once more the pleasure of his tongue, and mimicked his motions on this leg.

His hands once again gliding up, over, and down every inch of her leg, with equally long and full strokes. Once both legs were complete, he let his tongue glide up her once more. As he reached her inner thigh, her scent was so heady and strong, it was almost overwhelming, such was her need. This time, as his tongue crept closer to her pussy, whose lips had opened fully, like the beautiful flower it so resembled. He let his gaze briefly lift to her face, smiling as she lay there, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. There was a cute smile on her face, one that reflected complete happiness.

Finally dropping his gaze back to her sweet pussy, he smiled inwardly. First he moved his lips to her nether lips, kissing her there, on her most intimate of places. Then, he opened his mouth, and with just the tip of his tongue, he let it glide up the full length of her pussy from bottom to top, stopping just barely before hitting her clit, which by this point was swelling, and then back down.

Again, and again his tongue moved up and down her sweet and beautiful pussy lips. The taste of her was divine, and he had forgotten how much he had loved both it, and the sounds eating her pussy emanated from her. With each full stroke of his tongue on her lusciously intimate lips, he moved more of his tongue against and inside her.

By this time her hands had moved to his head, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair, as she tried to full him to her, begging for him to make her cum. Her breathing coming in sharp rasps, her chest heaving.

Hearing, and sensing her need he moved his tongue immediately to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, while simultaneously flicking it with his tongue. She let out a long gasping moan as she felt his hot wet mouth enclose over her clit, and her body shuddered as she almost came right then and there. He felt her pussy pulsing and knew it wouldn’t be long.

He opened his mouth, to suck as much of her pussy into into his mouth as he could, all the while his tongue flicking her clit again and again, with more pressure on each stroke than the last. Her breathing got faster and faster, and as her hands pulled him tightly to her, he felt her legs close around his head, making sure he could go nowhere, and do nothing else but that which he already was.

As he felt the increased heat of her pussy, he opened his mouth further, and flicked her clit harder and harder, faster and faster. Then with a piercing scream, her body erupted, and he felt her juices spurting into his waiting mouth. He drank from her beautiful pussy, but continued to flick her clit, lessening the pressure, as he knew how sensitive she would be right now. Then, once her legs loosened, he adjusted his body, allowing him to wrap his arms around her hips. His mouth, which had never left her sweet pussy, moved a little lower, and his tongue pushed it’s way into her hot wet pussy.

The quick penetration of his tongue into her caused her hips to buck as she let out a squeal. His hands held her firmly in place however, and he started to tongue-fuck her furiously. He quickly started to bob his head back and forth, getting as deep into her as he could with his tongue, his nose hitting her over-sensitive clit, with each thrust. Her hips were bucking so wildly now, that he could barely hold her still, yet somehow he managed.

She built quickly, and almost before he was ready for it, her legs clinched tightly around his head, forcing his tongue even deeper into her, and his nose hard into her clit. Her pussy erupted once more into his waiting mouth, and once more he continued his pace, swallowing most of what she had to give. This time however, some of it gushed out onto his face.

He knew she would want to lick that clean, but now was not the time, he still had more in store for his beloved. Once she finally calmed down again, he lifted her hips and let her legs drape over his shoulders as he adjusted himself again, to lying on his stomach, with her pussy right in front of his face. He moved his tongue to her incredibly sensitive pussy once more, this time moving to the bottom of it.

He did this, knowing she would anticipate what he would do next. He started to push his tongue in and out of her pussy again, this time starting slow. Then, upon reaching a steady rhythm he felt her starting to match his pace. He removed one hand from holding her hips and brought it around in front of him. As he tongue-fucked her, he moved his middle finger inside the top-most part of her pussy. He slowly fucked her with his finger, then eased in his index finger as well.

Once he felt her start to buck to his fingers, he bent them at the knuckle and reached upwards along her inner wall, to her g-spot. Lightly he stroked her g-spot with his fingers, letting his thumb move to her clit. He started to tongue fuck her faster, thrusting it harder and deeper into her. Simultaneously applying more and more pressure to her g-spot while moving his thumb vigorously over her clit.

Her hips started bucking, and he had no control. Still, he continued to tongue-fuck her as best he could, while still trying to keep as much pressure on her g-spot and clit as he could manage with her thrusting her hips this way and that.

All the while, his other hand dropped below her, and was lightly probing her ass. Then, as he felt her body start to tense, and felt the increased heat from her pussy, he thrust his index finger hard into her ass. She let out a loud, gasping moan, her feet coming down hard on his back, pushing his finger finger harder into her ass as it dropped onto it.

The trio of pleasure, proved too much for her exhausted body. Her pussy and ass, clenched painfully tight around his invading digits, and with a banshee-like wail, her pussy gushed as the g-spot orgasm hit her hard. Her entire body quaked and shuddered from the force of the orgasm, her pussy shooting out spurt after spurt of cum. He drank as much of her juices as he could, but there was no chance. Her cum gushed all over his face and chin.

It took several minutes before her body relaxed itself enough for himself to remove all of his fingers and tongue. Then as she lay there, collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss, he sat up, and quickly shed his clothes. He then moved his mouth to hers, kissing her lovingly, knowing she would need some after-care after such a powerful series of orgasms. He felt her lips sucking on his, as she tried to get as much of both his lips, and her own juices as she could.

His fully erect cock, grinding against her thighs and lower stomach as he lay on top of her. Then, he sat up once more, positioning himself between her legs, placing his achingly hard cock right at the opening of her pussy. Already it was striving and reaching for her, yet he held back. He took her hips in his hands, and lowered his gaze to hers, asking with them, that which he wouldn’t dare ask aloud as it would spoil the moment.

And so he waited on his knees, not too long however, with his fully erect cock jumping almost of it’s own will to reach that which it was barely touching, her soft pussy. She sensed his need, and wordlessly opened her eyes, and nodded, gazing into his eyes with her own dilated ones.

That was all the invitation he needed, and with one long, full, and hard thrust, he buried his hard and over-heated cock deep into her pussy. He let out a husky moan as his cock sank deep into her equally hot and soft pussy.

Once his cock was fully within her, he adjusted the position of his knees, moving them forward, so that his resting position was this, with his cock fully within her. He then fought with every last bit of his willpower to hold still, letting her once again get used to his cock within her.

With one final nod of readiness from her, he pulled out, grinding his cock against the soft inner wall of the top of her pussy, then thrust hard into her once more. They moaned as one this time as he impaled her deeply on his cock. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he pulled her to him.

He started to fuck her furiously then, driving his cock harder, and faster with each thrust into her. His balls slapped against her pussy with each strong thrust of his cock into her. As one, their breathing got faster and faster, getting more harsh with each passing second. The feeling of her hot and oh-so-very wet pussy enclosing his cock with each thrust was almost beyond description. So pleasurable was it in fact, that he could already feel the building deep within him.

In an effort to stave off the orgasm building, he pulled mostly out of her after the latest of his full strokes into her. Then, gripping the base of his cock hard in one hand, moving the other to her left breast, just over her heart. Using her heartbeat as a guide, he started to fuck her again. This time keeping his hand on the base of his cock, knowing that doing so would stave off the orgasm. He knew, unfortunately, that she would get less pleasure from only having half of his cock within her, but he doubted she would care, as her head was currently thrashing back and forth.

Loud gasping moans emitted with each thrust of his cock within her. He fucked her even more furiously then, knowing that even though he was holding his cock by it’s base, stalling, that it wouldn’t stall it for too long. He was far too aroused from pleasuring her to hold out too long. Keeping this in mind, he continued to fuck her hard and fast with as much of his cock as he could, while still maintaining his grip on his striving cock.

Already he was starting to feel himself building again, and he only continued his pace. She pushed her hips to him, while he thrust his hips, driving his cock into her again and again. He felt the building inside him getting stronger quickly, he also felt her heartbeat rapidly increasing as well. He was doing his best to keep pace with her rapidly beating heart, but it was a losing battle, as was him trying to resist the pressure that had by this point reached his balls.

He picked up the pace of his thrusting once more, now fucking her as hard and fast as he could, knowing she was as close as he was. He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he felt his orgasm coming. Then, as he pulled mostly out of her one last time, he felt himself hit the peak, and knew there was no stopping it. So as he drove himself into her, he removed the hand from his cock, and brought it to her other breast, moving his hand on her heart to her left breast. He grabbed her ample bosoms, and used them briefly as leverage, pulling them to him, causing him to thrust harder into her.

Her body, which had been getting closer and closer with his, feeling the extra pressure on her breasts she offered up no resistance. Her legs clamped around his hips, pulling him even harder into her. Her pussy pulsed, and pulsed, and then clenched hard around his invading cock. With the added pressure of her clenching pussy, and the restraining grip gone, there was nothing stopping his cock.

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Those preferring sexy stories should read my more action oriented stories: Nothing More Gratifying or Prize money – those who enjoy reading about sexy ways to have fun with your partner, read on.

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Most people are familiar with the game, common at super bowl parties, where there is a 10×10 grid and people sign up for particular blocks. Then, depending on the digits of the score at the end of each quarter, whoever signed up for the related block wins a prize. Recently, while watching college football games I thought of an adaptation of the game with a sexual twist.

In this version, I use a 5×5 grid. Unlike the normal version of the game where the numbers aren’t known when the participants sign their squares, in this version I assign two numbers corresponding to each of the columns across the top and down the side (i.e. 0-1, 2-3, 4-5, 6-7, 8-9). The columns would correspond to the score of Team A, and the rows would correspond to the score of Team B.

Next, my husband and I each took turns putting our name in different squares five at a time. Since it was my game, and I’m in charge of most of our sex life, I filled in 15 squares and he filled in 10. You can do it whatever way you like.

The next part is the twist. Each row was then randomly assigned an action and each column was randomly assigned a location. In our case we used the following:

Actions: Kiss, suck, cum on, worship, fuck Locations: Breasts, ass, clit, cock, feet

I wrote these out türbanlı escort on pieces of paper and we took turns picking them from a hat, but there are plenty of ways to do it.

The way the game works is mainly like the basic party game. At the end of each quarter you locate the square that corresponds to the score. If the score is 10-7, it would be the 0-1 column for Team A and the 6-7 row for Team B. This square would be “owned” by whoever signed up for it and would also correspond to a related action/location pair — perhaps Kiss/Ass or Suck/Breasts.

The owner of the square would then get to dictate the terms of how the related action and location pair was performed. For example if it turned out that I owned the suck/breasts pair I might stipulate that my loving husband was required to suck my breasts until I brought myself off using a vibrator. If we were alone, I could demand he do it right then and there or I might require it be done at a later time.

Alternatively if my husband owned the suck/breasts square he could impose his own requirements on executing the task. For example he might demand I bring him off with a hand job before he sucked my breasts or require me to wear a particular outfit.

Specific rules are left to the imagination and agreement of the partners. These might include any limits either partner might have, a time frame for completing the task, or even whether the square owner has to name the specifics right away or if they can think about it for a bit.

In deciding how a win will be fulfilled its good to remember that every football game has four quarters and most likely one partner won’t win all four. That means greedy and demanding requests can be answered by the same. If that’s your thing — go for it, but remember it’s a game and it’s about sex, they are both meant to be fun.

Just as important is that four quarters means four wins. The squares can be performed in one rousing session or four separate ones. They can be done in the order they occurred or in any order you choose.

The other thing I’d note is to take some care in deciding your locations and actions. In my example above there is a square that specifies ass and fuck. If that’s a no-go for either of you its best to either have an alternate plan or include something different. Some pairs don’t always work great together either (like cum on, cock) you can agree on these beforehand or just let the square winner figure it out.

There’s no reason different locations and actions can’t be repeated more than once. I used 5×5 as my grid, but you can use the traditional 10×10 if you like and double some things up if necessary If you like lots of oral, put in extra kissing, licking and sucking as actions or extra cocks and clits as locations. You could specify toys, restraints or physical locations as well (i.e. outdoors).

Be as creative as you dare or keep it simple — there’s no right way to do this.

The Super Bowl is just a few weeks away, but there’s really no need to wait, the format works for any game, any time, all year round. There’s no reason it can’t be used for basketball, baseball or really most any sport.

Use it to cut a deal — if he wants to go to a sports bar to watch the game with they guys, let him go but then make him do a grid that includes all of your favorites or gives you extra squares to own.

We’ve already been invited to a Super Bowl party at a friend’s house so we won’t be able to act out our squares right away, but that could be part of the fun. We are planning to assign our rows and columns right before we go and then build up the sexual tension as the game unfolds. I can already anticipate the moisture forming in my panties as each quarter ends and I find an opportunity to discretely check who won the square and what delicious acts we’ll be enjoying later on.

While I certainly hope I win one of my favorites such as having him worship my clit or cum on my breasts, there is really no way for either of us to lose. I’m sure there will be some knowing smiles shared between us and quite possibly some whispered suggestions of pleasures to come.

Imagine your guy sitting there watching a kicker lining up for the game winning field goal and him knowing that if the kick is good you’d own the worship-ass square, but if the try is missed he might own the worship-cock square. Imagine the conflict between his team loyalties and sexual desires. The outcome could help eliminate some of the agony of defeat or enhance the glow of victory.

Have fun, good luck and enjoy.

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Last Tuesday I got stuck working until about 6 o’clock. I go for a run almost every weeknight and sometimes on Tuesday I run with the local running club. By the time I got my gear on and headed outside a soft rain had started to fall. It was late June and the temperature was around 80F so it was muggy and warm but the rain had a nice cooling effect. I headed uphill and figured even though I was fifteen minutes late maybe some of the running club members were still at the meeting spot in front of the elementary school. As I got close to the school I didn’t see anyone in the parking lot so I jogged through the bus drop off and figured I’d just go on with my usual loop. Just then I heard someone call out my name.

“Hey Charlie.” I slowed down my jog and saw Lilly come running out from the school overhang. Lilly was about 26 and part of the running club. She had shoulder length black hair that was almost always in a ponytail. She was about 5’3″ and had pretty big boobs. She looked like Mia Sara, the actress from the 80s. She was in pretty good shape and always very friendly. She was one of the reasons I still checked out the running club on occasion.

“Hi Lilly. You the only one here?” I asked even though I knew she was.

“Yeah. I was just about to call it quits but I love running in the rain.”

“So you willing to brave the elements?” I asked as I looked up at the sky.

“I’m game if you are,” she said with a smile as she started to run.

“How far you want to go?” I asked.

“How far were you going to go?” she said as we trotted down the road.

“I figured 5 miles.”

“Sounds good to me,” she said with a smile. Lilly was wearing a light blue running shirt that had the “Boilermaker” race logo on it and a pair of black running shorts that showed off her tanned and toned legs. I had seen Lilly out at the bars a few times and we had a few friends in common. I knew she had gone to college and was working some kind of office job. So we chatted about that bullshit as we jogged along. I had a five mile loop that wound through a few türbanlı escort of the neighborhoods and had a couple of big hills. As we ran the drizzle turned into a steady rain. We were both soaked and Lilly’s blue shirt was clinging to her and really showing off her tits even though she had them compressed with a sports bra. A car honked at us as we ran along. Lilly waived not realizing that it was likely some horned up guy watching her water logged tits bounce as we jogged along. As we ran up hill into a neighborhood where they were building new high end houses it really started to downpour.

“I know I said I love running in the rain but maybe we should head back. This is a little much.” She was practically shouting at me because it was raining so hard and so loud.

“Lets duck in here until it blows over” I pointed to one of the half built houses. We sprinted into the front entryway. The rain had soaked us both. She was panting, chest heaving. The cold rain had caused her nipples to get hard and were poking out through her sports bra and shirt. I grabbed a towel that was on a work ladder and wiped her face.

“Thanks,” she said as she looked right at me. “I can’t believe how hard it’s raining.”

“I know, we’re soaked” I said as touched the sleeve of her shirt. There was steam coming off of both of us and the house sounded of the pounding of the rain on the unfinished roof. We stood in the doorway watching the rain. She reached up and took the band off of her pony tail and her dark wet hair cascaded down to her shoulders. We looked into each others eyes and were caught up in the awkward silence.

“Would it creep you out if I told you that you look really good when you’re soaking wet and you let your hair down?” She blushed and looked away.

“No… besides I always had kind of a crush on you.”

That was all I needed to hear. “Really? Then you might not mind if I…” I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back. I slid my left hand up to her face and brushed her wet hair behind her ear as we continued to kiss. I slid my hand down to her breast and she let out a soft moan.

After a few minutes of making out she pulled back and said “I don’t usually do stuff like this.”

“You’re doing great so far,” I said with a smile as I leaned in and kissed her again. She slid her hand down and gently cupped my rock hard dick.

“Wow. Looks like you are ready to go,” she said with a devilish grin.

She gripped my cock through my shorts. “I think we should get you out of those wet clothes” I said as I began to kiss on her neck. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as I kissed down her neck and peeled her shirt up over her tits. I slid her sports bra off and slowly slid my tongue down her tit towad her nipple. Even though they were D cups her tits were perky and didn’t sag like a lot of the big ones do. She let out another moan as I flicked her nipple with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled harder into her tit. She reached into my shorts and began to stroke my cock.

“You are really good at that,” she moaned as I sucked on her nipple. I stepped her backwards a few steps to a folding chair that was behind her. As she sat down, she pulled my shorts down allowing my cock to spring free. She licked her lips and looked up at me with her big brown eyes. She began to slowly jerk my cock.

“Does that feel good?” She asked as she teased my cock. All I could do was nod my head. She slowly teased the tip of my cock with her tongue and then in one swift move she engulfed my cock with her mouth. She deftly slurped and sucked my cock while her hands played with my balls. I was close to blowing my load in her mouth so I stood her up. She had a sex crazed look in her eyes. I turned her around.

“Take off your shorts,” I ordered her. She slid her shorts and panties off and bent over to take them off over her sneakers. I slipped in behind her as she bent over and began to finger her pussy from behind. She was dripping wet and moaned loudly as I slid my fingers in and out of her. I kept fingering her roughly and whispered in her ear, “How bad do you want it?”

She moaned and said, “Please fuck me. Please stop teasing me and just stick your cock in me. I want it so bad.” I had her bent over the chair and was fingerfucking her as her big tits bounced in rhythm. In between thrusts, I positioned myself behind her and slid my cock into her dripping pussy.

“Holy shit, its you in me” she gasped as I buried the full length of my cock in her. Reflexively, she stood up so I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back toward me and kissed her deeply. Then I bent her back over the chair and continued fucking her from behind. Her big tits bounced as she moaned and grunted with each thrust. As I slammed in and out of her pussy I reached around and massaged her clit as I fucked her.

“Fuck me harder, fuck me harder,” she groaned through her gritted teeth. I railed her as hard as I could by pulling my cock completely out of her and slamming it back into her with each thrust. The sound of my hips smashing into her ass echoed through the house.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum,” she moaned. I felt a hot gush around my cock, I stopped and then quickly shoved my cock as deep inside of her as I could get it and held it in her. She shoved her ass into me and was trembling.

“Please don’t cum in me. I’m not on the pill,” she panted. I thrust into her with short quick strokes. Her body gave in and she just stood there bent over the chair taking every inch of my cock and panting.

“I want you to come for me,” she groaned as I fucked her. “Please cum. I want you to fucking cum,” she whispered.

Her begging me to cum coupled with the image of her big tits jiggling as I fucked her, sent me over the edge. I pulled out of her and sprayed my load all over her back. “Fuck yes,” she purred as she collapsed into the chair. I leaned down and kissed her deeply as she sat there exhausted and panting.

I picked up her panties and shorts and threw them at her. “Come on, it stopped raining,” I said with a wink as I slid my shirt on. She opened her eyes, looked at me and laughed.

“Run, I doubt I can even walk after that,” she said as she smiled. She put on her clothes, kissed me and said “Let’s go.”

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It is Sunday. Mid-afternoon, I’m guessing, by the way the light filters in through the slats in the blinds.

I’ve just returned from the bath. My skin is cool and still a little damp. I’m laying on my side… my right side. Naked. Freshly shaven.

You are behind me. Rubbing my neck and shoulders. Pressing firmly with your large, spread hands. Applying pressure with your thumbs. You are pressed up against me – completely – from your feet to your hips. Our bodies molded together.

My thighs are squeezed gently around your semi-sleeping cock. Legs crossed at the knee. This is nice…

But nice is not quite what I am in the mood for.

I smile to myself. And purr. I push just a little more firmly back and down. I feel you begin to stir, harden. I purr a little louder.

I’m pleased and relieved.

I was fully expecting you to say you had to get up.

Another squeeze of the thighs: this time not quite so gently. And I start to feel your pulse: vibrate, flicker — resonate in my clit as you harden against me. Each beat bringing us – swelling us both – more fully toward each other. Increasing the pressure. Eliminating the unwanted space between us.

I place one hand beneath you. Firmly. Flattening the length of your hardened shaft – pressing it up flat against me. Carefully positioning you between my lips. Spreading myself around you.

Much better.

I begin moving now – slowly, back and forth – holding you in place, rubbing myself against you.

Your hands – massaging my neck and shoulders – stop in place occasionally, as you become distracted. The massage I’m now giving you – decidedly more interesting than the one you are giving me.

I’m moving slowly. Deliberately. Making you wet with me. Sliding along your shaft, squeezing you tightly against me.

A tiny, barely audible moan escapes my lips.

Your distraction is complete now.

I feel your hands slide from my neck, shoulders, trailing down my back and onto my hips. They rest there — still for a moment — as you shift yourself, move in… press your chest tightly against my back, bury your türbanlı escort face into my hair. I hear you breathe in deeply. Hear you groan low – deep in your throat – almost a growl.

And with that, I feel your hands tighten abruptly, grasping my hips with all their strength – pressing in hard and pulling me down forcefully against you. Your knees pinned in against the back of mine.

I look down and see the head of your cock between my legs. It is wet from me. It is so swollen – the dark purple a violent contrast to the soft white thighs it throbs between. Your skin – stretched so tightly — it gleams. It is screaming up at me for attention… having been left out of most of the warm sliding.

I push forward enough to hold it firmly against my swollen clit: rocking back and forth. Bringing another low guttural growl to your throat. Yes. It is definitely a growl now.

My eyes are closed. But I am envisioning what your swollen head looks like now – rubbing back and forth against my clit, between my lips, getting wet, throbbing in perfect time to the pulse you feel between my legs. That pulse is getting faster. You hear my breathing begin to match it: heavier, more urgent – in synch with my rocking. Locked in with your heart pounding.

Picturing you sliding against me. Aching to bend and push you into me. Feeling and hearing the pounding in my head: red and black flashes behind my closed eyes. Dizzy. Wanting.

Thankfully, you’re not going to make me wait.

Your hands suddenly push in against my hips – take them firmly in your grasp – lift me forward and up in one swift, powerful, fluid motion. Just as swiftly – you bring me back down: hard and forcefully… pulling me down onto your fully ready, splendidly rearing, gloriously upright cock.

You hold me there. Hard. Feeling me shutter – my body reeling from the sudden impaling thrust.

You move your hands then – sliding your arms through on each side of me and bending them upward, so that your hands come to rest: one on each of my shoulders. You grab onto them roughly and buck your hips up violently against me – pulling me down onto you by the shoulders while pushing up with your hips.

I begin to move up – nearly off of you – with each upwards push of your hips: only to be thrust back down quickly again by your hands – heavy on my shoulders with all of your force behind them. Slamming me onto you and you into me.

I feel your teeth graze the back of my neck. I hear that low biting growl again. I feel your thrusts become more rhythmic, deliberate, deeper, longer – telling me you are getting close… too close, too soon.

In a rather frantic attempt at distraction, I reach down between my legs and grab you firmly by the balls. Pulling them up towards me – suddenly, feeling them in my hand, I long to discover the secret to having them inside me too.

I adore your balls. Have I ever told you this?

I feel the pressure building in you. Sense your urgency. Knowing now – in my own distraction — my grasp on your balls is tighter than it should be. I feel your teeth clutch at my neck. And hear a far more serious growl escape from your throat. It sends me over the edge.

I take this as a challenge. I won’t let you cum without me.

I peel your hand from its grip on my shoulder and force it down firmly between my legs, pushing it flat, holding it hard against my aching clit while I rise and fall back onto you –forcefully, furiously, repeatedly, hungrily. Riding you.

Rubbing against your hand. Delirious. Frantic. Out of myself.

Wrapping you in violent, repeated contractions as I begin to cum.

Each clutch now met with a force of your own, as you explode into me. One hand now on my head – fist full of my hair – pulling me down onto you, hard, with each hot flooding burst. Your low growls are now roars – burning into the back of my neck, branding me. The hand that was between my legs: now clutching my right breast. Smearing it with warm wet cum – yours and mine.

In a fraction of a second, a million dark thoughts race through your head – pounding disjointed distorted flashes.

The thought that my skin – liquid, cool velvet, stolen angel’s flesh – has annihilated all desire to ever run your hands over any others skin. The heat that holds you inside me – electric, wet, searing heat – will render you indifferent to the clutch of all women. A tightness forms like a knot in your chest. Your breath sucked from you into the siren’s song you imagine you hear in the cries of ecstasy pouring from my open mouth. Part of you wants to die. Part of you wants to choke me: destroy the demon, the temptress, your test… your whore. Succubus who lured you from your quiet comfortable safe place at your sleeping true love’s side to drown you painfully and torturously slowly in her vast, cold, dark, cavernously vacuous heart. Part of you wants to stop time completely: freeze in this moment, stretch out this ecstasy. Stand on the very edge of climax for an eternity. Fucking me just like this without end – in your own personal, custom-designed, wonderfully painful, purgatory. But the rest of you – the best of you – longs to be able to pull from me without leaving my body. To lower yourself – slowly and silently – to bury your face between my thighs, breathe in deeply and call this home for the rest of your days. All else disappears. All pressures. All demands on your time. All needs. All gone. Nothing else exists. Even we two are reduced to the simplest, most perfect alliance: your mouth, my cunt. Blanketed in the knowledge that you can crawl to the place you call home and be safe, warm, protected, wanted. Nothing else matters… Nothing else exists.

Peace returns — washing over you in a flood of warmth.

Your lungs fill again with air.

I feel your grip – on both my hair and my breast – give way, loosen, relax, slide. A haunting sound — disturbingly similar to a death rattle – releases from my chest as you release me. Strangely, it brings you comfort.

Quiet.

You sigh.

You fall heavily into me. Dead weight.

I am comfortable under you. I have no desire to move.

* * * *

But one of us will break the silence or make the slightest shift in position, alter weight distribution. Yes – fools that we are – one of us will make a mistake that changes the air in the room.

The change that always wakes the rest of the world.

* * * *

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Chapter 5 Sloppy Seconds

Characters:
Victor Thomas: College student, age nineteen
Brian Thomas: College student, age eighteen
Tuck Tucker: Owns three restaurants, age fifty-five (Franco Touchily)
Elizabeth Tucker; The Witch, Tuck’s second wife, age Thirty-two
Betty: Bookkeeper, petite, meek, age thirty-seven
Trudy: Office worker, age twenty. Large eyes are her distinguishing feature.
Vera Tucker: Tuck’s first wife and mother of his daughters. Age forty-three
Eric: Restaurant Manager and fiancée of Caroline Tucker
Caroline Tucker: Tuck’s older daughter, age twenty-three
Sarah Tucker; Tuck’s younger daughter, age Twenty-one
Melinda: Housekeeper in Tucker home, Black, goes by Missy, age Twenty-eight
Salvatore: Tuck’s cousin, manager of Tuck-South
Ginger: Party girl
Mark: Trudy’s boyfriend
Joyce: Trudy’s roommate, age twenty.
Walter: Betty’s ex-husband
Carrie: Betty’s daughter, age 19.

It was a Saturday morning and the office should have been quiet, but for the first hour, I was so busy sorting the mail, delivering faxes, and dodging Trudy that I didn’t have time to consider what I’d let Elizabeth talk me into.

I kept telling myself that having one day off per week was not important. Elizabeth had conceded to give Missy Mondays off, to pay her for the days owed, and to let her visit me in the cottage three nights per week. I’d given up my day off for Missy. I only hoped that we could trust Elizabeth to keep her word. What if she confronted Tuck with the accusation that he played with himself while making Missy wear Elizabeth’s panties? What if it turned out to be true that Tuck was a dangerous man?

Yes, I said that I had to dodge Trudy. I didn’t recall it being this crowded behind the partition on the two days she’d trained me to do her job. Now, every time I moved from one piece of office equipment to another one she bumped into me.

At ten A.M. we were in the break room, having a cold drink when the telephone rang, and Trudy answered it.

“It’s Elizabeth. She wants to talk to you,” Trudy said, handing me the receiver.

“Is she within hearing distance? Answer yes or no,” Elizabeth said.

“Yes.”

“How is she dressed? Don’t answer that. Is she dressed provocatively?”

“Yes, ma’am, I would say so.”

“You didn’t tell her about us, did you?”

“No, of course not,” I said, irritated that I was being grilled this way.

“If she makes a pass at you, you’ll have to give in to her wishes.”

“Why?”

“If you refuse, she’ll retaliate by telling Frank about us.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Tucker, I won’t”

“Good. I’m sorry to put you through this, Victor, but it’s important that my husband not find out about us.”

“I understand.”

“Call me if he wants you pick to him up,” she said, and abruptly hung up.

“What did Elizabeth want?” Trudy asked.

“She wanted to know if her husband has called yet. He played golf yesterday, and stayed at his cousin’s house last night.”

“Right,” Trudy said, sarcastically.

“Don’t you believe he played golf?”

“The last time Frank played golf was twenty years ago.”

“What do you have on Elizabeth?” I asked, without knowing why.

“Did she say I have something on her?”

“Not exactly, but she said that if you put a move on me, I’ll have to put out.”

Trudy roared. “She didn’t say that. You’re making it up to make me think that you’re easy.”

“I am easy. Besides, I think you have something on her. She asked if you were dressed provocatively”

Trudy rolled her eyes, and then sauntered toward me. “What did you tell her?” she asked, leaning against me, and giving me a view of the valley between her breasts.

“Yes. Do you have something on her?” I asked, feeling my cock begin to grow.

Trudy cocked her head, and looked into my eyes. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”

“What makes you say that?”

“She sounded nervous on the phone. Where did you do it?”

“You’re jumping to…,” I started a sentence before being cut off by her lips pressed to mine. My arms were around her, and my cock was grinding against her pussy when we heard the phone ring.

“Hold that pose,” Trudy said as she answered the phone, and then, “It’s for you.”

Sal was on the phone. He gave me directions to his house where I was to pick Tuck up.

Trudy walked all the way downstairs with me, and watched as I got into the Lincoln.

“We’ll go to lunch at Tuck-South when you get back,” she said.

“How did you know I fucked Elizabeth yesterday?” I asked.

She rolled her big eyes again, and gave me her ‘duh’ look. “The answering machine was set to pick up on the first ring, and the ‘closed’ sign was still in the window when I came in this morning. Where did you do it?” she asked.

“Look at the carpet in her office,” I said as I put the Lincoln in gear.

What made me admit that I’d had sex with Elizabeth? How did Elizabeth know that Trudy already suspected something had gone on between us yesterday? This was getting too gaziantep rus escort complicated. It was almost like Elizabeth wanted someone to tell Tuck that we were having sex. It was okay with me if she had a death wish, but she was involving me, and I wasn’t ready to die.

I called Elizabeth to let her know that I was on my way to pick up Tuck.

“Are you calling from your cell phone?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Does Trudy know about us?”

“Yes, ma’am. She surmised that we were having sex when she discovered the ‘closed’ sign in the window, and the answering machine set to pick up on the first ring.”

“Fuck!” Elizabeth said.

“Is that an order?” I asked, feeling brave.

“I’ll call you if I need anything,” Elizabeth said, and hung up without responding to my question.

Damn, I thought, she has my cell phone number.

Sal lived in a nice neighborhood of ranch-style homes. The lawns were manicured, and I saw several swimming pools, surrounded by fences. I pulled into the drive, and Tuck came out, looking the worse for wear. He was followed by an equally sleep-deprived female. They got into the back seat.

“We’ve got to take Ginger home, Victor. Ginger, this is Victor. Tell him how to get to your apartment,” Tuck said.

“It’s nice to make your acquaintance, Victor,” Ginger said. I looked in the rearview mirror, but she wasn’t in sight.

“These God Damned shoes, some asshole stepped on my foot last night, and my feet are killing me,” Ginger said as her head popped up above the seat. “Stop that, Tuck! I’ve got to get my face on before my old man sees me,” she said.

I watched the make-up process in the rearview mirror as Ginger fussed with her eyes, put generous amounts of lip gloss on, and tried to comb the kinks out of her hair, then looked into a mirror to view the results of her efforts. Seemingly satisfied, she closed the compact and looked at me.

“May I use your phone, Victor?” she asked, and when I didn’t respond immediately, she appealed to Tuck.

“I’ve got to see if my old man is home. I can’t let him see me getting out of the car. If he answers, I’ll have to walk a whole block in these fucking shoes.”

Tuck woke up from his nap long enough to tell me to let Ginger use my cell phone. I handed it to her, and after two minutes she handed it back to me.

“He ain’t there or he’s not answering the phone. I wish I knew which it was.”

She was undecided until we got to within a half-block of her apartment. “Stop!” she shouted. I slammed on the brakes.

“It was nice to meet you, Victor,” she said as she glanced at the sleeping Tuck before getting out of the car. I told her it was nice to meet her too, and then watched her navigate on the high heels until she reached the entrance to her apartment.

I assumed Tuck wanted me to take him home, and was nearly there when he woke up.

“You’ve already forgotten about meeting Ginger, right, Victor?”

It wasn’t really a question that required an answer. It was more of an order. “Yes, Sir,” I said.

“She’s one hell of a woman though, ain’t she?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, thinking of the way Ginger’s ass wiggled as she walked. Like her ass, her other measurements were on the bulgy side, and her hair, though presently blond, looked like it had been a mixture of every other shade at one time or another.

“You just said that you’d already forgotten her,” he said, in a ‘gotcha’ sort of way.

“Yes, Sir,” I repeated as I parked the big car in front of the garage.

He didn’t get out, and I wondered if I should open the door for him. He looked tired.

“Did you tell my wife where I was last night?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Was she alone last night?”

How the hell was I supposed to answer that? “I believe she was, but I don’t know for sure, Sir.”

“She’s been in a good mood lately. I believe she’s fucking someone. You’d tell me if you found out she was fucking someone, wouldn’t you, Vic?”

“Yes, Sir,” I lied.

“You would tell me if it was you that she was fucking, wouldn’t you, Vic?”

Where was this heading? He had me feeling very uncomfortable. “Yes, Sir,” I lied again.

“That’s good to know, Vic,” he said as he got out of the car, waving goodbye.

I called the office to tell Trudy that I was on my way back.

“We’ll set the answering machine to pick up on the first ring, and go to lunch,” she said.

I was surprised to see her waiting outside the building when I arrived because it was only eleven-fifteen.

“I need to stop by my apartment,” she said as she got in the car, and then she proceeded to question me about Elizabeth.

“Did she seduce you?”

“No, she was in the pool, and I thought it was the maid. It was dark, and I didn’t find out it was Elizabeth I was kissing until she kissed me back.”

“Wait, are you saying you thought you were kissing the maid?”

“Yeah,” I said, grinning.

“What you’re telling me is that you’re banging the maid, and Elizabeth, too?”

“Yeah,” I said, grinning again.

“Did she go down on you?”

“Which one?”

“Elizabeth.”

“Not until I’d fucked her in the pool, and we went into the cottage.”

Trudy rolled her eyes, and I noticed her short skirt was so high on her thighs that I could see her panties. “You’re one bad dude, Victor. Was she good?”

“Yeah,” I grinned.

“Come in with me,” she said when we reached her apartment.

“Are you going to seduce me, Trudy?”

“I would expect a bad dude like you to make the first move,” she said, giving me a wicked grin.

She lived on the second floor, and when we entered the apartment there was another girl there. “This is Joyce, my roommate,” Trudy said to me, and then to Joyce, “Victor wants to see my bedroom.”

We were no sooner in her room when Trudy pulled the tank top over her head, and sank to her knees. “We don’t have much time,” she said as she unbuttoned my pants, and fished my cock out.

“I thought I was supposed to make the first move,” I said, teasingly, as I lifted her tits, and watched her tongue circle the head of my cock. She then tapped the head against her tongue, and I thought I’d lose it right then. I held on, and she swallowed half of my cock.

While she was sucking my cock, and playing with my balls, I got a chance to look around her room. In addition to a collection of posters, there was a pink telephone and a photograph of Trudy with a guy. They were smiling, and had their arms around each other.

Considering the night I’d had with Missy, Trudy did a remarkable job of making me cum. She caught most of it between her lips, but laughed when some of it landed on her breasts.

“Hurry, we don’t have much time,” she said, wiggling out of her skirt, and dropping her panties to the floor. I took off my shirt, and stepped out of my pants.

She climbed on the bed and I took my place between her legs. Trudy’s eyes became big when she saw that I was going to lick her pussy. “Hurry, we don’t have much time,” she said as I shoved my tongue between her lips.

Trudy’s body was quite agile and responsive. She moaned, and expressed her appreciation for my efforts for five minutes without telling me to hurry. I got her to climax before touching her clit, but when I did, she screamed.

We were fucking when the door opened. “Mark heard you, and he’s on his way over here,” Joyce said. We turned our attention to her for a second before she closed the door.’

“Who’s Mark?” I asked.

“Hurry, we don’t have much time,” Trudy said as she threw her legs around me, urging me to fuck her faster.

“Who’s Mark?” I asked again.

“You’ll see when he gets here,” she said with urgency in her voice.

Having Joyce poke her head in the room, and watch us had made me nervous. Now some guy named Mark had heard Trudy scream, and was on his way over. I increased my effort, and with Trudy’s help, we were able to orgasm a few seconds apart.

I was still on top of her, with my cock inserted when something struck me.

“What’s funny?” Trudy asked.

“I was just wondering if you’re protected.” I said.

She began laughing, and I felt her pussy grip my cock when the door opened. We both looked to see the guy that was in the photograph standing in the doorway. Joyce was behind him. I tried to move off of her, but Trudy held me in place.

“Victor, this is my boyfriend. Mark, this is Victor,” Trudy said.

“Hi, Victor,” Mark said, like he was happy to meet me.

“We’re done here,” Trudy said, speaking to Mark. “Thank you, Victor. You can get off of me now,” she said to me.

I was getting off the bed when I saw that Mark was removing his clothes. “Grab your clothes, Victor. I’ll show you the shower,” Joyce said.

We were leaving the room when I saw that Trudy was on her hands and knees, with Mark standing behind her. His cock was hard, and his attention was directed at Trudy’s pussy. I would have liked to stay and watch, but Joyce was pulling on my arm.

Joyce showed me where the shower was and told me she’d be right back with a towel. I was under the shower, soaping my cock when the shower curtain opened and Joyce stepped in.

“Give me the soap. I’ll wash your back,” she said.

I turned around to face her. She was smaller than Trudy in every way. “I don’t want my back washed, but I’ll wash your front, I said and watched her smile.

Like I said, Joyce was a small girl. “You have nice breasts,” I said, beginning to rub the bar of soap on them. She watched me for a few seconds, and then her eyes drifted down to my cock.

“You have a nice cock,” she said.

“Do you think it will fit in here?” I asked, reaching down to put the tip of my middle finger in her pussy.

She moved a step forward, and reached up to lower my head for a kiss. I slipped my finger into her as far as it would go and discovered that she was so wet and slippery that I could wiggle it around. “There’s one way to find out,” she said.

I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up. She straddled my hips with her legs and pointed my cock at her opening. “VICTOR!” she shouted as I pinned her against the far end of the shower and sank my cock into her.

I didn’t think I’d hurt her. “We fit together fine,” I said.

“The tile’s cold against my back,” she laughed, fastening her lips to mine, and pulling me into her with her legs.

I supported her ass with both hands, and she clung to me as we fucked. She broke the kiss to warn me to not stop. I heard the water hitting the floor behind us, and wondered if it would still be warm when we finished.

“Kiss me, Victor, don’t stop, don’t ever stop fucking me, kiss me, Victor,” Joyce said, over and over.

I was pretty sure she’d climaxed. “I’m getting close,” I said.

“Give it to me,” she said, and I did.

Joyce had a painful look on her face. Her hair was wet, and there were beads of sweat on her brow. I wondered if she was going to cry. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked when we had caught our breath.

“You can hurt me like that any time you want,” she said, giving me a tender smile.

I lowered her to the bottom of the shower, and we disconnected. I turned around, and washed the sweat off of my body, and the pussy juice off of my cock in the cold water.

Joyce was already out of the shower when I shut the water off. She handed me a towel, and turned to leave the bathroom. “Do you want to clean up and me to dry you?” I offered. Joyce smiled, and shook her head.

I finished drying, got dressed, and was going down the hall when I looked in an open door. Joyce on her hands and knees on the bed, and Mark was standing behind her, running his cock up and down her pussy.

“Thanks again, Victor,” he said.

Trudy was waiting for me in the living room. “Hurry, we’re going to be late,” she said.

I headed the car toward Tuck-South, thinking we would stop to have lunch, but Trudy said we would find something to eat at the office.

“You don’t need to tell me to hurry. I know we don’t have much time,” I said.

“Thanks for being a good sport, Victor. Mark has been aching to have sloppy seconds for ages, and when I told him about the new kid in the office, he couldn’t wait for me to bring you home.”

“You mean that was a set-up? I feel used,” I laughed.

“You didn’t look used when you were getting your cock sucked,” she retorted.

“What about Joyce? Was she in on it from the beginning, too?”

“She knew our plan, but I didn’t know she was going to participate until I heard her shouting your name.”

“That wasn’t because of me. The tile was cold,” I confessed.

“Did you have a good time?” Trudy asked.

“Are you kidding? When can we do it again?”

“I don’t know if Mark will want to do it again, but even if he doesn’t, we could hook up if you’re game,” Trudy said, watching me for a reaction.

“I’d like that,” I said.

My cell phone rang. “Where have you been?” Elizabeth asked.

“We’ve been having lunch,” I said, already sorry that I’d given her my number.

“What did my husband say?” she asked.

“He said he knew that you’ve been getting laid, and wanted to know if I was the lucky guy.”

“What did you tell him?” Elizabeth asked, suddenly breathless.

“I said it wasn’t me.”

“Good, we’ll keep him guessing,” she said, sounding relieved.

“He’s still going to wonder who it is,” I warned her.

“No, he won’t, because I don’t plan on letting it happen again.”

“Right!” I said with the same sarcastic tone Trudy had used when she scoffed about Tuck playing golf.

“Don’t use that tone of voice with me, young man,” Elizabeth said, reverting to her Witch’s personality.

I started to answer, “Yes, ma’am,” but the line was dead.

There wasn’t much going on at the office. We teased each other, and fooled around some, but we didn’t get to the point of removing our clothes. At one point she asked for my cell phone number, and I gave it to her. “Just in case Joyce and I feel lonely,” she said.

We closed the office at six P.M. Mark was waiting for Trudy. He gave me the thumbs-up sign, and I waved at him.

Missy brought my dinner, but said she couldn’t stay. “We had a long talk after you left. The missus says three nights with you is all I get,” she said.

“Do you think she’ll keep her part of the bargain? I asked.

“If she doesn’t, I can make it mighty rough for her,” Missy boasted.

“Yes, but you would be making it mighty rough on me, too,” I reminded her.

“I would never want to make it rough on you, Victor,” she said as she left.

I ate, and then tried talking to my brother. He wouldn’t believe that I’d fucked two women that day. And, when I told him about Mark wanting sloppy seconds, he said I’d been reading too much bad porn and hung up.

I woke up several times during the night, unable to get the picture of little Joyce on her hands and knees out of my mind.

The office was even quieter on Sunday than it had been the day before. With only the two of us there, Betty let down her hair, and told me about her failed marriage. She said she lived with her teenage daughter and seldom had any fun.

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So here’s how I ended up living in Leamington, Ontario of all places. I was driving across the US from South Carolina to visit some friends in California and see the Pacific ocean for the first time(not to mention get with some nice and freaky Cali girls if I had the chance), and I stopped in Arizona for a night before finishing the trip the next morning. I spotted the neon on the Desert Flower Motel’s sign from the interstate and figured it’d be as good as any other to sleep off the road. I parked my retired police cruiser in the first space and walked in, smiling at the cheesy décor (especially the old cigar Indian in the corner) and was surprised by the woman working the counter. She was in her late twenties if I had to guess, kind of heavy set, and with neon green hair that matched the sign that drew me off the interstate.

There was no small talk, she was pretty rude actually. After requesting a room close to the front of the parking lot, she threw the key to 104 at me and snatched my credit card out of my hand. When I dared to asked if there were any decent bars around to pick up women at, she smiled at me and simply said “The Boom-Boom Room”

I went to my room to wash the weariness of the road off of me, put on clothes that at least looked decent,(a pair of acid washed Levi’s and a long sleeved white button up shirt with tiny silver threads running through it.) and looked up directions to this Boom-Boom Room place. Lucky for me it was only a few miles up the road in Windsor. As soon as I saw the place I knew the green-haired bitch was fucking with me.

The Boom-Boom Room was a techno club. Complete with black strobe lights, a laser show and fog generators. Most of the people inside were dressed like any other clubbers, only with florescent bracelets and necklaces flashing under the black strobes. A few looked like they just got kicked out of a rave, with baggy pants and brightly colored shirts with halos of neon around their heads from the tie-die head bands. I looked at myself in the queer purple light, and noticed my shirt had turned pale purple with black lines where the silver had been, and my jeans had a severe bleached out appearance.

The bottom floor was nothing but a mass of writhing bodies in the booming faster than lightening music. So, I fought my way to the stairs and found a slightly less crowded bar that looked out over the pit of bodies. I tried talking to a few of the attractive and less drunk women in the bar, and received nothing but a few giggles in return before they ran off with their free drinks. I was getting ready to call it a night and go back to my hotel room and my laptop to jerk off to free internet porn, when I saw her.

She walked in with all the grace and confidence of a Greek goddess, which was fitting considering the flowing white dress and gold hair band she was wearing. She had dark hair, I couldn’t tell exactly that color as the black lights turned it black anyway, and it also turned her tanned skin an odd shade of dark orange. Even from so far away, I could tell she was more then pretty, her well defined cheekbones and nose gave a starting point to either move down to her full lips, or up to her big brown eyes. I also quickly noticed she had gorgeous breasts, which the dress she wore did absolutely nothing to hide and everything to enhance. She was a good bit shorter than me, not that I ever minded having to lean down for a kiss. Besides, with the body hiding under that dress, she could’ve been a midget and I wouldn’t have minded.

I watched her wave to the two guys running the sound system on the stage, then take a left and head for the stairs to the bar. I watched her and her cleavage climb them, trying to think of a decent pick-up line, but failing every time due the fact I was more interested in how to describe her breasts.

Perky, yes, but not to the point they pointed at the ceiling. Bouncy, of course, but not rubbery or jiggly. The only word I could think of to accurately describe them was sweet. However, sweet didn’t do it justice; something else would have to take its place. What can I say? I was bored and thinking up words to call her boobs was fun. Feeling more bored than brave, I waited until she topped them and followed her to the bar. Before she could order, I tapped her on the shoulder and shouted over the blaring thousand beat-per-minute music. “Hey Sugar Tits, what can I buy you?”

She looked up at me and smiled like she’d never been hit on. “Sex On the Beach.” she answered as the music hit a low point. Of course, when I tried to get her drink, the music sped back up and became louder than I wanted to yell. Finally the bartender saw us, and she got her fruity concoction. “Thanks!” she yelled and took a large sip from it. “Where you from?”

I looked around and tried to get us as far from the speakers as possible. “South Carolina, I was on my way to Cali.” I told her and went one to explain. “Some chick with green hair told me to come here to take my mind off the road.”

“Off the road huh?” she asked and gaziantep rus escort immediately put her hand on my crotch. “Or off your girlfriend?” she said with raised eyebrows and squeezed my dick as she slurped down more of her schnaps, vodka, and fruit juice.

I smiled and thanked whatever diety delivered this techno-clubbing goddess to me and leaned in close to say “Actually, Sugar Tits, I’m single.” then winked at her and reached out to run my hand down her side, stopping on her hip and pulling her towards me. She never let the straw from her sex on the beach leave her lips. “You live around here?” I asked when her hand, still clutching my cock through my pants, finally met her body and was trapped between us.

Her eyes got wide, and she smiled as she sucked down the rest of her drink. “I live in Canada!” she blurted out, laughing and nearly dashing my hopes. “But I’m sure you have a room nearby.” I grinned and held up the key to room 104 at the Desert Flower Motel. “Lets go.” she ordered and tossed her glass to the bartender and nearly pulled me outside.

“Woah there, babe.” I said as she tried to drag me the wrong direction to get to my car. “Can I at least get your name?” I asked and pulled her back towards me and in the right direction.

She spun around with a pouty look on her face, framed perfectly by her wavy nearly-black hair. “What, Sugar Tits doesn’t qualify?” I asked and I nearly laughed until she kept going. “I like Sugar Tits. I think it will be my name from now on.” She said matter-of-factly and then swung her arms back and forth impatiently. “So… Where’d you park?”

I pointed back over my shoulder with what had to be an amazed look on my face. “Over there.” Then I offered my free hand out to her. “Name’s Jeremy, by the way… Sugar Tits.” I said trying not to grin too broadly.

She shook it quickly and kissed me on the cheek as she walked past me, still pulling me by my left hand. “Come on, come on!” she shouted and pulled harder. “I don’t know what kinda car it is.” she complained and I hurried my stride to catch up, quickly taking the lead to where I parked my Impala, and opened the door for her. “Thank you.” she chimed and sat down.

I attempted to not seem too eager to get her back to my room, but the ten mile trip only took eight minutes, and she giggled her ass off each time I served between two vehicles to save a few seconds. “Here we are.” I announced as I slid the key into the slot and door started to swing open.

Sugar Tits was all over me before I knew what was happening. Her tongue was in my mouth, her ass was in my hands, and her legs and arms were wrapped around me. She pulled my head back by a handful of my hair and asked my astonished face. “What’s wrong? Don’t like it rough?” she cooed and gave me a little extra jerk.

I laughed and smacked the door closed. “You want it rough?” I asked and smacked her on the ass one good time, making her clench her teeth and emit a low moan. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said and pulled against her hand to get my lips pressed back to hers.

While we were kissing I feel onto the bed on top of her, and she pushed me back up and followed to a sitting position. She laughed up at me and ran her hands up under my shirt, clawing me lightly before ripping my shirt open, popping buttons off in the process, and starting on my belt as she kissed my stomach. “You bitch!” I laughed and grabbed her by the hair. “I love this shirt!” I told her and threw her back on the bed.

I crawled up the bed, kissing up her legs and separating them as I went. I flipped her dress up and kept going until I was kissing and licking around the waistband of her white cotton panties. She smacked me on the back of the head and yelled “Stop teasing me!” and arched her back off the bed so I could yank her undies off.

Sugar Tits’ pussy was nearly as sweet as her breasts. I couldn’t resist simply diving for her hole and driving my tongue as deep into her as I could. She moaned and grabbed my hands from her hips while I sucked and licked at her sweet juices, and placed them firmly on her bared breasts.

I quickly found her hardened nipples with my fingers as I sought out her clit with my lips and pressed down on it while I started to twist her nipples, pulling more moans from her. Her hands had left mine on her tits, and were already knotting themselves up in my hair, pushing and pulling my head where she felt my mouth would be most useful.

As I sucked her clit through her first orgasm, I kicked my shoes off and worked my pants down thanks to Sugar Tits undoing my belt earlier. I made my way up her body, kissing, biting, and sucking on every other inch of her, stopping to lick her belly button just to listen to her giggle as she reared up to pull her dress off and throw it across the room. One hand knotted in my hair again as I stopped to suck and nibble on her firm and lovely boobs. The other was raking across my back until I went up to let her lick her own wetness from the inside of my mouth, then it circled around and grabbed the base of my dick and yanked it towards her waiting pussy.

The head popped into her with a gasp and moan from both of us. Sugar Tits had one hell of a tight pussy for a girl that acted as slutty as she did. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, then dug her heels into my ass, pulling me all the way into her and holding me there. “That feels really good,” she moaned, “when I let you go, you’d better pound the fuck out of my cunt.”

I smiled down at her, feeling her inner walls rhythmically gripping me, and had to say, “Only if you tell me your name.” She rolled her eyes and let some pressure off my ass, and I just twisted my hips and my dick inside her. She arched her back and moaned through clenched teeth, digging her fingernails into my back. I laughed and pulled my cock from her twat, slammed it back inside her to make her sweet breasts bounce and jiggle, and froze there with my dick pushed up against her back wall. “I wasn’t kidding, Sugar Tits,” I whispered to her, and repeated the process, “Tell me your name.”

I yanked away once more, and as I was thrusting back into her, Sugar Tits yelled, “Tiana!” and as I pulled out of her sopping wet hole only to plow back in again, she went on screaming, “Tiana! Tiana! Just Fuck Me! My Fucking Name Is Tiana!” and bucking her hips up at me, trying to work my dick deeper into her tunnel as I plowed away between her thighs. “Harder, Dammit!” she barked at me, and craned her neck to bite me on the chest.

I growled at her and reached up to grab the top of the fake-wooden head board, and pulled my body with my arms while pushing with my legs. I couldn’t help but watch her tits rolls and bounce around between my body and hers as I assaulted her bald box. It felt more like I was trying to fuck straight trough her then deeper and harder into her. Sugar Tits… I mean, Tiana, started groaning through her teeth as the bed started seriously creaking, and the head board was already beating against the wall. I was afraid something was going to break, then her teeth left my skin and she wailed, “Don’t stop, Jeremy! I’m cumming! OOOHH! GOD!” I watched her face contort from the sweet girl with nice tits, into something lust driven and hungry as we thrust and bucked and screamed and roared our way through her pussy quaking orgasm.

When she started breathing again, I jerked away from her and smacked her on the side of the leg. “Roll over.” I ordered. She shot me a dirty look, and didn’t move. So, I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her to her knees, and twisted her around so she had to grab the headboard to keep from getting her face pushed into the wall. She whimpered as I climbed back onto the bed behind her. Still holding her by the hair, I rammed my dick inside her again. I leaned in close to her and asked, “What’s wrong, Sugar Tits? I thought you liked it rough?” then snaked my tongue across the hard ridge on the outside of her ear.

She moaned and tried to drop her head, but I held her up firmly as I started shafting her again. As I licked and sucked her ear, I started getting the rhythm and speed back that I needed to make her cum again, and then I felt her pushing back at me. Tiana was slapping her ass against my stomach as my balls were tapping her clit when she started panting and whining, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Oh… Ooo… Keep going…”

I jerked her head to one side and leaned down to bite her on the neck, ending her whining as she froze up for a second. After a minute of me pounding away at her spasming pink tulip and her trying to catch her breath, Tiana screeched out, “I’M CUMMING!” which was followed by a scream that I can only express through text as “AAAAAAAAAAAAA IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”

When she started moving again, she was still in the middle of her orgasm, and her hips were going crazy on me. Her pussy pulsed, writhed and gripped on my dick as I kept splitting her open and my thrusts became as erratic as her movements. I let go of her neck and hair, leaned back to spank her ass sharply and announced, “I’m gonna cum!”

Without missing a beat, or psychotic whirling thrust depending on how you look at it, Tiana yelled, “Don’t stop! Cum in me! Just fuck me!” I gripped her by the ass and pounded into her as I felt my dick swell up even more in her tight dripping wet cunt. I growled through clenched teeth and roared as my balls clenched up and I shot my load deep inside her and drenched her pussy with cum.

We kept thrusting at each other until my sperm was sloshing out of her lips and my dick was getting sore from the abuse. Finally, I think Tiana’s legs gave out, because she slumped down on the bed and was attempting to catch her breath as I joined her on the now stained comforter.

I don’t know who fell asleep first, but I awoke to the sun in the window and Tiana in the shower. I briefly considered running to my car and making this a true one night stand, but I honestly couldn’t resist getting my hands and lips on Sugar Tits’ sugar tits again. I walked to the bathroom, gently stroking the morning wood I woke up with, and popped the shower door open to see Tiana rubbing suds and hot water on her chest. Her nipples stood at full alert, flicking back and forth each time her hand or wrist passed over them as she cleaned.

My dick swelled and hardened at the sight and I stepped into the stream of hot water with her. I poked her in the belly with it before reaching out to pull her wet body to me and kiss her on the cheek. She smiled up at me and laughed when my shaft jumped against her stomach. I moved my hands to her breasts and picked up where she left off, gently rubbing them and working up a good lather with the soap left there.

“I think those are clean enough,” she told me and gently pulled my hands away, “My back however, needs washing.” Tiana placed a bar of soap in my hand and pushed her butt towards me. I washed her slowly, rubbing her shoulders and sides gently, and firmly removing a few knots in her back, which made her sigh and arch her back even more.

As I got down to her lower back, I bent my knees and eased my dick between her cheeks. After I missed her hole, and rubbed up and down her slit with the head of my dick a few times, Tiana reached down and pulled my cock into her roughly. “Thanks.” I moaned and pushed the rest of the way into her as I finished soaping her back and moved down to her ass.

She moaned and started rocking against me when I rubbed her butt with the soap, then she groaned and dropped her head with a gasp when I ran my suds-covered hands up her crack and across her rear entrance. “Really?” I laughed and twisted my dick inside her. I asked, “You like it back here too?” and pushed my middle finger past her pucker up to the second knuckle.

She bit her lip and moaned, still pushing her hips at my dick, until the rest of my fist was up against her crack. The she started nodding and panting. “Yeeeaaah…” she moaned, then asked, “Will you.. Will you please… Fuck my ass?”

I pushed my dick deeper inside her cunt, and forced my index finger inside her next to my middle one. I started twisting them and pumping them in and out of her slowly in time with how she was riding my cock. “What was that?” I laughed, and shoved my cock and fingers in her at the same time.

She yelped, or barked I suppose, and I felt her pussy start to quiver and shake again. “Fuck My Ass!” She ordered and pushed towards my fingers instead of my dick. I pulled away out of both her holes, and pushed the head of my dick through her sphincter before it tightened up. I pushed her up against the tiled wall as I bored deeper in her asshole. “Oh… More, baby… more…” She moaned and reached behind her to hold my hips as I got the last inches up her hole.

I kissed her neck and wrapped my arms around her, left hand to the pair of flesh melons that caught my eye to begin with, and the right to her slit to find her clit and drum on it. She dug her nails into my side as I started butt-fucking her. In and out, short slow strokes, building speed and length, until we were both moaning and groaning for more. I rolled and pinched her nipples, switching back and forth, as I pressed and tweaked her cum-button with my other hand.

She threw her head back and started rocking her body at me, working my cock in her ass as the warm water flowed over both of us. “Fuck my ass,” she started groaning, staring up at me, lost in what I guessed was the beginnings of an orgasm. I moved my left hand from her tits to her throat, squeezing gently and pulling her head back towards me to lean down for a kiss.

While she moaned around my tongue, I pressed down harder on her clit and rolled it between two fingers. “Oh God!” she cried out and wrenched an arm around to grab me by the hair. She harder she pulled, the faster I frigged her nubbin and the tighter I squeezed her neck. “Uuhhh…” she groaned and closed her eyes, “fuckin choke me and fuck my ass!”

The tempo and pressure picked up then. The sounds of flesh on flesh as her back met my front, and of water slapping and washing between us, filled the tiny bathroom quickly. Tiana’s screams drowned those soon after when they joined me telling her and anyone in earshot that I was going to cum. I shoved my cock up her ass three maybe four times more before my dick erupted inside her, spewing semen deep into Tiana’s bowels as I kept pumping away at her. We collapsed soon after, letting the water and the afterglow wash over us until the shower ran cold.

Less than an hour later, we were sitting on the hood of my car looking out over the dry landscape and eating vanilla frosties from the Wendy’s we stopped at for a late breakfast. Tiana had on one of my old jerseys with a knot tied in it just under her delicious tits, and pair of my shorts that looked more like wide-leg gauchos on her. The Wendy’s parking lot was nearly deserted, and even if it wasn’t, I still would have reached over and groped her right breast as she looked up a bird flying overhead that I called her attention to. She scolded me and laughed as she flung a bit of ice cream at me.

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You are sitting on the beach, resting against a large knotted piece of driftwood watching the moonlit waves thinking about the not so subtle hints your longtime girlfriend had been dropping about not having a ring. You had been married before and swore you’d never do it again. Questions swirled through your head: Did you want to take the horrible plunge again? Did you love her enough? Would you end up resenting her for forcing you down the aisle? How long could you string this out with no commitment before she leaves you? Should you leave now? Just rip off this bandage?

You are so caught up in your thoughts that you are slightly startled to hear footsteps approaching where you sit. You look over to see a woman walking towards you. You know she doesn’t see you leaning against this driftwood; she has eyes only for the waves you were contemplating.

She appears heavy at first, but as she moves she gives the impression of vitality, of confidence at odds with your first impression. She is wearing a simple dark tank top and light tiered peasant skirt, but no shoes. Intrigued you take your time to really look at her as she walks towards the ocean and closer to you. You see her hair is long and dark as she tucks it behind her ear against the breeze blowing towards the ocean. Her breasts are heavy and bounce slightly as she walks. Her hips sway in an unconsciously seductive manner. You would guess her somewhere around your age, her vitality may put her younger, but you would bet she was older than she appears with the confidence she carries herself with. As she gets closer, you look away politely sure she will see you any second now. However, she passes you.

She pauses and stretches her arms over her head. As she arches her back you notice the full round shape of her ass and the thinness of her waist. She reaches up on her toes and moans at the end of her stretch. You almost make a sound, but hold back. Watching this woman who thinks she is alone is oddly erotic.

She stands still, hip cocked one foot resting on top of the other, peacefully gazing out, holding onto one elbow under her breasts. You don’t know why but you want to reach up and cup that full meaty ass, to reach around and bring your palms under her ample breasts to feel the weight of them, to reach down and squeeze the softness of her belly, to slide your fingers in the waistband of her peasant skirt…

Suddenly she turns around, startled. Startled yourself you flinch; you must have made a sound in your not so silent contemplation of her.

Caught off guard you simply say, “Hey.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” she replies with an odd expression on her face, which stops your reply. She contemplates you as intently as she had contemplated the moonlit waves.

How weird this is, you think, but damn she is luscious.

Looking at you she smiles shyly, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Dear lord how was I looking at her? Is she blushing? “Ummm, well, uh, yeah, uh,” you clear your throat. “Well, you’re beautiful,” you stammer. She is definitely blushing.

“Thanks for that.” she says and turns back to the waves. Something has changed in her demeanor though, she’s not as open.

“Hey, look, I’ll leave you alone,” you say as you get up.

“No, it’s ok. I’m just not used to people looking at me like that.” she says. And quietly, “Please stay.”

Did you hear her right? How can she be acting shy and uncertain when before she knew you were there she was so confident? gaziantep rus escort How weird is it that you want to take her right here, right now. Even weirder, why do you have such a hard on? Hopefully she doesn’t notice in the moonlight, you certainly don’t want to scare her away.

You step up to stand beside but slightly behind her realizing that she is significantly shorter than you. You watch her profile as she remains looking out to the waves. While she appears to be staring at the waves you sense that she is looking inward, thinking.

Finally she says, “Don’t judge Ok?” turning and stepping towards you.

Don’t judge? What is she talking about?

She reaches up while licking her lips to pull your head down towards her. She lays her wet lips on your startled ones. You gasp at the heat and she takes the opportunity to tilt her head and run the tip of her tongue along your slightly parted lips.

Is this really happening? Is it a dream? Who cares. You shake off your shock, grab her around her waist and crush her to you. Feeling the fullness of her breasts press against your ribs, you crush your mouth down upon hers slipping your tongue between her lips to taste a lingering hint of cinnamon.

She moans into your mouth, heating your flame even hotter. You know she feels your erection pressing against her stomach. One of her hands is at the small of your back slipping under your shirt and into the waistband of your shorts; the other is resting at the side of your neck, thumb caressing your cheek. Your hands are roaming up to the back of her neck to hold her firmly as you devour her mouth and down to cup the roundness of her ass, pressing her more firmly against your hard on.

It’s now your turn to moan at the pleasure of it all. Is this real? This is so erotic. Where did this woman come from? How did you get so lucky? What is your girlfriend going to think?

All of a sudden she breaks away. You think, No! But you see her reaching under her skirt and hastily pulling off her panties.

Oh. My. God!

She reaches to the front of your shorts to free your erection, how good it feels to not be constricted. She smiles down at the hard on she freed, standing at attention all for her. Not too big, definitely not too small. Your girlfriend says it’s the perfect size to feel without hurting, whatever that meant, but he had never had any complaints.

She kneels down to give it a wet little kiss, making it jump with need. Pulling you back down by the driftwood you were resting against earlier, she crawls up your body slowly, all the while looking at your smiling lips and into your eyes to plant her lips back on yours like she can’t resist them.

She hikes up her skirt, her hand on your hard, hard cock guiding it between her legs as she rises up. You inhale and close your eyes as you feel the heat of her sex at the tip of your cock. You hold your breath as you feel her envelope you ever so slowly. A little further, a little further until she reaches the base. She shivers and you can feel her tighten around you as you exhale.

With her eyes closed and a sweet smile she grinds a little pressed tight against you.

You hold still watching the enjoyment and pure wonder roll across her face. Your plan is to let her do as she pleases, and just watch. Watch this strange woman take pleasure in your body. She continues to grind on your oh so hard cock. Her breathing speeds up. Making little motions, you can feel the head of your erection caressing the base of her canal as she rocks back and forth, back and forth. Gasping, she shivers and constricts harder. Did she just cum? You aren’t certain, your girlfriend makes such a production of cumming, this woman seems in less need of unnecessary noises.

She opens her eyes; you see such need and desire looking at you. She rises up; you feel the length of her sex as she pulls away, only to slowly lower herself back down, up, down, up, down. She tilts her head back, moans and speeds up.

You had intended on letting her have her way with you, but you have never wanted a woman so much. You reach up and grasp her hips, guiding her faster and faster, your hands spasm, gripping her hips so hard you are sure you’re leaving bruises but you can’t help yourself, and she doesn’t seem to mind.

You want her, all of her, you want to taste her, lick her. And you are close, too close, but god it feels good. With supreme effort you pull her off your painfully hard erection, rolling her over on her back. It’s your turn now. You reach under her grabbing her ass as you lean down and take your first taste of her. Oh lord, she arches her back as your tongue brushes her clit. Oooh, she’s sensitive there.

You reach your tongue lower entering her sex, she tastes so good, so hot, so wet. You go to town devouring her pussy, inner lips, outer lips, flicking her clit then sucking on it and again and again as she quakes with pleasure. You can’t get enough, you feel the subtle changes as her clit swells, her taste is more pronounced. You suck on her inner lips, tugging slightly, move up to her hard little clit to rub firmly up and down with the flat of your tongue. Panting and moaning quietly her hands reach down pressing your mouth firmly against her sex as she comes. Again? But this time hard, bringing her head off the sand her legs squeeze around your ears with an extended mmmmmm of a moan, her body shakes, her fingers dig into your scalp. Finally she arches and releases you.

Wow that was fast. You pull back but can’t resist and flick her clit with the tip of your tongue, she flinches and cries out. I’m going to have to leave that alone for a second.

You sit back on your knees, shorts around your calves and under your ass, her skirt around her waist, but otherwise fully clothed in the moonlight. You haven’t even seen the full breasts you had admired. You lean forward onto your elbow, your face even with her chest. You reach up with your other hand, ease her tank top and bra under her mound, to reveal a large shapely breast lined with shiny stretch marks with a large erect nipple.

You cup the side of her breast, feeling the weight and shape in the palm of your hand, more than a handful for sure. Leaning down you take her nipple into your mouth swirling your tongue around it. She arches her back pushing you slightly up her body.

“Do what you want,” she whispers.

Do what you want? Oh lord you want it all, every which way possible. “Are you sure?” you ask. She moans and nods her agreement.

You smile, give her nipple a little bite, and flip her over on her knees. You pull her ass up higher and she arches her back to expose her wet sex in perfect position for your waiting erection. You pause to admire the twin full moon shapes of her ass below her bunched up peasant skirt; her pussy wet and centered waiting for you. You grab your hard cock, place it on her opening, wrap your hands around her hips and ram it to the base.

She cries out, but not in pain. You pump and pump slamming your cock into her, hearing the slap as your sweaty bodies collide. God it feels good, but you want more. You slow down, lick your thumb and place it on her asshole. She gasps. You rub little circles on her anus as you feel her constrict around your cock. She moans, sounding surprised, you would bet she’d never had experienced ass play before. You let her get used to your thumb before slowly sliding it inside.

You can feel your cock slide in and out against your thumb inside her tight, tight ass. You pump with your thumb in time with your cock. She moans louder, with her extended mmmmmm moan. You feel her pulsing and constricting around you ready to come again. You feel your body heating up, spreading outwards from your cock. But you want her facing you, to see her face, when she goes again.

You turn her over onto her back, fucking her traditional style. But you want her skin on yours; you rip your shirt over your head one handed. You pull her up to sit on your lap, your hand at her lower back, hers around your shoulders, remaining inside her. You tug her tank top over her head, she reaches back to unhook her bra, flinging it off. Her breasts drop slightly without the support of her bra, still wonderfully shapely though.

You press your chest against her naked breasts. Wrapping your arm around her, the other braced against the sand, you lean forward stretching out your legs to fuck her with abandon. Her arms around your shoulders, she pulls her legs up wrapping them around your waist, pulling in her stomach, cupping her back and changing the angle. This almost throws you over the edge. You desperately hold back as she moans her pleasure into your shoulder.

She can feel how close you are, she reaches up, pulls your head to her, kisses you and whispers, “Let go.”

Oh lord! She is moaning, panting, grasping at you. You fuck her faster and harder, with full abandon, making what you have always thought were unattractive grunts. You are close, closer, oh god. You start to pull out but her legs hold you tight inside her. You panic a little, then let go as you feel her cum around your cock, you pump another time and release your seed deep inside her. You look into her eyes as you both cum and quake with your release. How odd the look she has on her face, pleasure, wonder, tenderness, and something unidentifiable that intrigues you.

You collapse on top of her; you are both sweaty and panting with your exertions, sand plastered to every sweaty part of you. Her arm rests lightly across your back as you shift your weight to the side to make it easier for you both to breathe. You close your eyes completely sated thinking that was the most amazing sexual experience of your life. No way are you marrying your girlfriend. Who is this woman? Where did she come from? Hope this isn’t a dream.

You doze with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. You open your eyes as you feel her shift out from under you, she smiles sleepily at you lying in the crook of your arm. You feel her finger tips lazily playing along your chest before resting against your cheek, you feel a small smile curve your lips as you slip further into your doze. Sometime later (a minute? an hour?), you startle yourself awake to find that she had slipped away. You sit up looking around to find not a trace of her. Disappointed you stand up brushing the sand off you. Gathering your strewn clothing you notice her panties hanging on the side of the driftwood. You approach intending to bring them to your nose when you notice a phone number scratched into the sand.

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It was late; the library should be deserted by now. I crept furtively from my comfortable seat by the window, the artificial streetlight briefly illuminating my skin, walked quietly across the library carpet. I was careful not to let my heels click on the floor as I reached the tile; if you could hear me, you wouldn’t allow it tonight. I adjusted my skirt, still unsure of the length. Aren’t these fantasies supposed to involve tiny mini-skirts and bleached hair? “Make sure you blend in, Rachel,” you said sternly. “If they notice you, it’s over. I won’t go through with it.”

Just the thought of your voice makes me quiver with excitement. My heels click very softly on the floor as I climb the stairs slowly, one at a time. My shirt is a plain white button-down, a men’s shirt, but it accentuates my full breasts and deeply tanned skin. The skirt to whose length I object is long and denim, with a slit up the back. I refused to wear pantyhose, and I wore slightly risqué shoes, knowing that you would disapprove. Sometimes I delight in your disapproval.

But I blended in easily over the few hours I was required to wait, until the library thinned out and people began to go home. My hair is dark, chocolate coloured you say, and my eyes green, but I wore glasses so I could appear studious. I sat in the corner in the reference room, never raising my head from the large volume I had procured from the shelf. I knew you were watching me, studying my behaviour, seeing how much I desired this meeting. “This must never be spoken about,” you said to me, softly. Your eyes ran down my body, desiring me. “Only once, Rachel. After that, I don’t want to see you again.”

But I knew I could seduce you. I got you this far, didn’t I?

I reached the top floor of the library and quickly noticed how much darker it seemed up here, how much quieter. I reached down and silently unbuckled the straps on my shoes, slipping them off my now naked feet and carrying them across the floor. The tiles are cold; it has been many hours since the sun has shone through the picture windows at the opposite wall. The walls are lined with books, but in the corner stand a few old desks, antiques probably, with worn vinyl chairs behind them. You sit at the farthest one; only your outline is visible in this dim light. The wooden desks glint with the light of the streetlight.

“Do they know you’re here?” you asked. Your voice is controlled, firm.

“I slipped away,” I reply.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you glance up at me and then out the window. “I have the keys to lock up. They know I am here. Do they know you are still here?”

“No,” I answered, although that gaziantep rus escort may not be true. I simply wasn’t aware of the librarians any longer.

“Very well,” you said. “Take off the skirt.”

“Maybe I can do a striptease for you,” I said hopefully.

“No, that won’t be necessary. I want to see you naked, Rachel. Will you obey?” It isn’t really a question, it is an ultimatum. If I don’t obey, you will leave.

Resigned, I place my shoes on the table and reach around the back of the skirt to undo the zipper. “Can you get this for me?” I ask coyly, gesturing towards the clasp.

You are annoyed. “What kind of shoes are these?”

I stop fiddling with the back of the skirt. “They’re heels, high heels.”

“I can see that, Rachel. I specifically told you to blend in, and you came to the library wearing fucking stripper heels. What’s wrong with you? Do you want me to get fired? Is that what you want?”

Your anger isn’t real. I know it’s not, and you know I know. But it excites me, and I find myself hoping that you’ll pick me up and tear off my clothes. “I don’t want you to get fired, sir,” I say, knowing that my subservience will be the most satisfying to you.

“I would tell you not to do it again, but there will be no ‘again’,” you say. Seeing my slightly deflated look you add, “Turn around.”

You undo the zipper and your hands slide down my hips, taking the skirt down with them, my smooth skin rippling up into goose bumps at your touch. I’m wearing a black thong panty – in fact, it barely qualifies to be called a thong, because in fact it’s more like several elastics with a tiny triangle to cover my mound. My ass is pointed towards you, and your hands are massaging it, kneading it in tiny circles, your fingers running up and down the elastic that runs vertically.

“Turn around,” you say huskily. I oblige, my shirt still barely skimming my thighs. You begin to unbutton the shirt, your erection clearly visible, even in this dim light. Your hands are uncontrollable, and they cup my breasts even before the shirt has been unbuttoned. The coolness of the cotton shirt against my heated skin is erotic, your breathing is erotic, the heavy, solid wood of the desks is erotic. I am close to orgasm, and you haven’t even touched my pussy yet. The buttons seem to be coming undone too slowly, but I know better than to rush you. I long to reach forward and grab you, rip open your pants and pull out your massive cock; to straddle you on this desk I lean against, and ride you until I come.

But I don’t.

You finally finish unbuttoning my shirt, and your gaze shifts slowly down the length of my body. Pushing the shirt back past my breasts, you use your fingers to slowly pinch my erect nipples. My pussy is aching now, wanting you so badly. The black g-string is soaked through and my wetness is dripping slightly down one thigh. “Oh god, sir,” I whisper hoarsely. “Please…”

“What would you like, Rachel?” you say, your eyes meeting mine with a slightly amused quality to them. “Do you want me to touch you? How do you want to be touched?”

“Oh, sir, please…use your mouth…” I am barely coherent now, but you know what I mean. I haven’t known you for very long, but long enough. And it is this forbidden flavour, this naughty taste I have in my mouth, that makes me so wet. You are my instructor, I am a student. And we are here, exploring each others’ bodies.

We met in your history class, a boring class. The subject matter was dry, and I used to pass the time by riding my skirt higher and higher on my thighs until you could clearly see my panties. I could tell it was turning you on; your lecture would become less consistent, you cleared your voice often. You were extremely attractive – trim body in a fine suit, sandy coloured hair, and eyes that had a slightly amused twinkle. I was single, lonely, and horny. I knew you would be a challenge.

But it wasn’t until our after-class ‘study sessions’ that you began to realize that I was interested in you. Your childish naiveté was endearing. I spent most of those sessions thinking about your thick cock. You, of course, thought of your history lesson, and tried to keep your eyes from glancing down my cleavage-baring shirt. I knew you would be mine. And you agreed that tonight, in the library, would be the one and only opportunity. But I graduate this year, and we would no longer be violating rules to be together. I will have you.

Your face is buried in my pussy now, soaking up my juices. I’m sitting on the edge of one of these beautiful antique desks, watching you, getting so close to coming.

“Oh god, sir, that feels so good,” I breathe. Your tongue is lost in the folds of my heat, your eyes are closed. “Let me fuck you, sir,” I whisper softly. I need you inside me more than I need my next breath.

You are gasping for air, your hand clumsily wipes at your mouth. “Suck me, Rachel,” you order.

I agree immediately. Sliding off the desk, I fumble at the clasp of your belt, quickly removing it and your pants. Your cock is out now, engorged, thick and throbbing. My mouth glides down the shaft, slowly licking and sucking the head and using my hand to stimulate your balls.

You groan heavily and shift your weight onto your hands. My expert mouth and lips are taking you prisoner; your brain is no longer functioning. Soft suckling sounds resonate through this quiet library. “Jesus, Rachel,” you whisper. Your cock is begging to come, but I won’t let you come in my mouth, I need it deep inside me. I pull away from your cock and slide up your body, my breasts crushed against your belly, your chest. You slide backwards slightly on the desk, anticipating my next move. I straddle your thighs and guide your hardness inside me, feeling my pussy heat up with the touching of our most private parts.

“Ohh Rachel,” you whisper. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me, girl.”

The sound of your voice saying those words throws me over the edge and I come, a powerful orgasm. My pussy clamps tight around your cock and causes you to shudder. After my orgasm subsides I am able to start sliding up and down your cock, now wet with my juices. I can’t think straight anymore; you are overpowering my senses.

“Mmm, that’s it baby,” you groan. “Make me come, little girl.”

“Ooh, Jesus,” I moan softly into your shoulder.

You clamp your hand on my mouth, causing me to gasp for air. Your eyes are slightly angry, and you hiss at me to be quiet. But your body feels so good against me, your cock so good in me that I can’t keep silent. I screamed my orgasm, a tear escaping from the corner of my carefully made up eye. My screams send you over the edge, and I feel your thick come inside me, your butt clenches slightly and you rise up off the desk, your arm around the small of my back supporting me.

“God, Rachel,” you say softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from my face. Suddenly everything looks different to you, it all looks different to me. The streetlight seems brighter, your face is clearer. There isn’t a single movement in this old library, not even the crackling of the old book spines. Every sound seems more distinct, every movement more beautiful and fluid.

“Sir,” I say, smiling at you precociously. Your smile back is more than slightly amused; it is the smile of someone who has shared something beautiful with another person. You told me this would be the one and only time we were together, but I know differently.

“I have to be going, sir,” I say, gathering my shoes and buttoning my shirt.

“Do you need a ride?” you ask.

“No, I can walk,” I reply, knowing that you won’t let me go home tonight.

“I’d rather give you a ride, Rachel,” you say firmly. “It’s late.”

“Where are we going, sir?” I ask coyly.

“You graduate this year, don’t you?” Your face is a study in emotion; you look reserved but also extremely excited.

“Yes.” I keep my reply brief.

You take my shoes from my hand and take my arm. It’s not a far walk to the car, but it’s nice not having to walk it alone.

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