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Despite my long absence, I have not forgotten these two, or any of you who enjoyed their tale of forbidden love. Here, at last, is chapter four.

Molti baci.

***

Gabriel paced like a caged tiger around the rustic kitchen as she spoke, shaking his head in denial repeatedly. His countenance was furious.

Laura seemed very small and fragile as she sat in the hard wooden chair beside the table. Her hands were clutched together in her lap, her eyes were red-rimmed and shining as she regarded him.

“Please — just hear me out.” She pleaded softly. Her stillness and the gentle way she was talking was a stark contrast to the raging emotions she felt inside.

They’d been talking most of the day and into the night, going around and around about the visit from his mentor.

“No. Stop this. I won’t leave you. They cannot make me.” His voice was raw and he dragged a slightly trembling hand through his tawny hair.

“I’m not telling you to–” she began, but he unintentionally cut her off, as if he had not heard her.

“I have a choice; don’t you see? It is one of our greatest gifts: free will. I exercise that will to follow my heart. How can that be wrong?”

“It’s not about wrong. I don’t care about right and wrong. Those things are just abstractions — they don’t mean anything. What I care about is you — who you are. I want you to be true to yourself. Don’t allow me to alter who you are. I could never live with that.” It actually physically hurt her to say these words. She unconsciously rubbed her throat with one tired hand.

He moved closer to her and leaned in: “Listen, my love. Please. I’m telling you that I’m being true to who I am right now. I’m finally really present, right here, right now.” He pointed down at the floor where he stood for emphasis.

“It’s like I’m finally awake. My old life, my old plans — they were for a man with a different destiny.” He paused, looking at the floor as he wrestled with his next thought. Laura waited patiently for him to land on what he was trying to say. In her head, she just kept thinking ‘how much I adore this man — how I wish I could take this agony from him.’

“I studied immunology at University because I wanted to make a difference. None of that changes by removing the collar.”

Laura’s head popped up at this new information. “You studied medicine?” She asked, her eyebrows raised softly.

Gabriel smiled at her, realizing that they hadn’t really told each other much about themselves. Shaking his head slightly, he said: “Bioscience, my love. Well — as an undergraduate it was Bioscience and Divinity — a double concentration. My intention was to focus on infectious diseases. During my work toward an MSc at Oxford, I did field work as part of my research. That is what sent me to Central America.

“But I loved being in Guatemala, treating those villagers, because it was real. It wasn’t theoretical. It wasn’t philosophical. It was secular. I didn’t love being there because I thought it pleased God. It was the most human thing I’d ever done. I realize now that I want to be part of this world — and I’m happy to let the next take care of itself. I don’t want to hide anymore.”

She was deceptively calm when she replied: “I agree – don’t hide. Not from the world, not from them, not from me, and especially not from yourself.” He began pacing again, running his hands through his already disheveled hair. She feared his reaction, but felt bound to venture one last point.

“All I’m saying is that you should consider returning to Guatemala, Gabriel. You made this promise long before you met me. It’s not about the Church. It’s about the work you do — it’s about the children—”

Wheeling around, he cut her off: “Why are you doing this?!”

Laura had trouble swallowing, her throat felt ragged, like it was on fire. She forced herself to not look away from his beautiful, haunted eyes, even though it felt like a stabbing pain in her breast.

“Because I don’t want you to regret me. To regret us. Ever. And I worry that if you walk away from everything that used to be important to you, a day will come when you will.”

Gabriel stopped moving and closed his eyes. His jaw clenched and he fisted his hands at his sides. “Or do you mean you fear that you will?” He asked quietly.

This pulled Laura from her chair with a muffled sob. She threw herself at him, standing on tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pressed her lips to his. Gabriel exhaled noisily and caught her against him, fairly crushing her in his embrace as he kissed her back with desperation.

“Nothing. NOTHING could ever make me regret you. I love you.” She spoke these words against his neck, curled against him, her body shaking.

“So that’s done then, yeah? We love each other and are meant to be together. I don’t need to test my feelings for you. I already know, my sweet girl. Finally, I know what I want — what I’m supposed to be.”

Laura looked up at him, her eyes swimming gaziantep escort with tears. He brushed her hair away from her face before continuing: “I’m supposed to be the man by your side.”

She burst into tears, pressing her face into his chest. How? She wondered. How was it possible for two people to be so much in love in such a short time? How did she deserve this kind of gift? What price would they both have to pay for it?

He held her, rocking her gently, as the storm of her emotions blew itself out and subsided. As Laura became calm in the circle of his arms, she had a foreboding that this discussion was not yet over. The pull of his prior life would not be so easy to ignore. A man like Gabriel could not go from living for the good of others, to only living for himself, quite so easily.

But she pushed away those fears and sighed contentedly in the feeling of his warmth, the scent of his skin, and the sound of his beating heart beneath her cheek. She couldn’t bear to see any more pain in those deep green eyes. Not tonight. For now, he was hers, and she was his. She’d take that for long as it was possible and just be grateful.

“Come to bed, my love.” Gabriel spoke into her hair. She let him tip her face back up to his and smiled up into his beautiful eyes.

“I’ll go anywhere and do anything you ask, my love.” She leaned up to meet his smoldering kiss.

***

Their lovemaking that night had been poignant, full of desperation and the need to reassure one another. So as a result, it was achingly tender and intimate. Gabriel drifted off to sleep finally, feeling his heart swell with the certainty that this union between them was sacred. The woman at his side was the personification of beauty – a living angel. He was convinced in himself that he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Laura was moved to tears by their passion for each other. While the emotional side of her fully submerged into his body, his touch, his profound sensuality, the cerebral side of her nervously fretted, waiting for the sword of Damocles.

Her life up to this point had been punctuated by disappointment, and she was — admitting this fact to herself — badly damaged by her failed marriage. She had not had much luck in love — the romantic kind or any other. Her parents died, one after the other, when she was still in high school. Her mother from breast cancer, her father from the grief and alcoholic oblivion he plunged himself into thereafter. There were no brothers or sisters. She had to move far from her childhood friends then to live with her maternal grandmother, where she stayed until leaving for college. Already in her eighties, her grandmother was a quiet, tired, sweet soul — but was not the same after the death of her only daughter. Laura used to think it was like living with a ghost. And when that fragile, dignified lady finally left her just after graduating from University, Laura’s sense of estrangement became like a bell jar that enclosed her. Self-imposed isolation became a rather unhealthy habit.

Just before her 25th birthday, she met a charming young man at the magazine where she worked. Named Colin, he was a midlevel manager in the publishing side, managing a part of advertising sales. She was but a junior writer and fact-checker, flattered by the interest shown by this suave, older man.

He lavished her with attention and actively courted her, and for the first time in almost a decade, Laura felt connected to someone. She felt wanted. Desired. Loved. Her work friends smiled nervously when she told them of the romance, and Laura missed the exchanges of worried looks they shared. Too inexperienced to see the signs, she believed Colin wholeheartedly when he declared that she was the only woman in the world for him. Laura never questioned his insistence that she add him to the large bank accounts afforded by the trust fund she’d inherited upon her parents’ and grandmother’s deaths. Her vague sense of anticlimax after the wedding was unsettling, but she put it down to nerves and inexperience. She pretended she didn’t notice his change in behavior.

Laura never saw it coming — the betrayal, the lies, or the physical brutality when she asked too many questions. Once Colin had found a wealthier replacement for Laura, an older widow this time, he hastily divorced her, having already run through more than half of her inheritance.

This trip to Italy was meant to be an escape — a respite from the shameful loneliness she felt in New York. At least here, in a sprawling, ancient city where she knew no one, she had a legitimate reason for being alone. She’d half-heartedly tried dating in the two years since the divorce, but never really let anyone come close to her. Not until now. And just her luck, she thought, that the man who was able to finally touch her heart was a man with whom she had no business — no right — to fall in love. But fall in love she did. It made her realize that she’d had no concept of the feeling before now.

She worshiped Gabriel for the faith he placed in what they had. She loved his goodness and his fierce protectiveness. He was everything a man should be: keenly intelligent, principled, kind, sexy and strong. He was also pure and unblemished. She felt unworthy, but adored him, body and soul, nonetheless.

Deep inside she carried the worry and guilt of turning him from the more selfless path he’d been so eager to tread before meeting her. She feared that the proverbial fiddler would come calling for his due, as usual, and was further determined that it would not be Gabriel who paid. She knew that she’d sacrifice herself in a heartbeat, if that’s what was necessary. As long as he would be okay.

Laura never prayed. She didn’t think there was anyone or anything that would listen. That fact should have calmed her fears, but instead it made them worse. She felt cursed. What was she missing? Why did she lack the faith that came so easily to others? So she sent forth a fervent message to Gabriel’s god, karma, Fate, or even the fucking Force — whatever was out there for someone like her. The message was: “Please spare him. If there must be any consequences for what I am selfishly stealing to be with this beautiful man, let it fall on me.”

Shivering a little in the darkness, she tucked herself closer to Gabriel’s warmth and finally fell asleep.

**

“Today, let’s just be normal people in love, in Rome.” Gabriel said as Laura brought him his morning cappuccino in bed.

She smiled, her eyebrows raised. “What do you mean, baby?” He looked perfectly rock star handsome, his hair mussed, his green eyes very bright.

He reached for her, careful not to spill their coffee, and pulled her onto his lap so that her knees straddled him. He admired the way her robe opened in front of him and growled, momentarily distracted. He blazed a trail of kisses from her collarbone to her neck. Then remembering he was just saying something, he continued.

“I want to go do all the things that lovers do in Rome. Let’s pretend we’re on our honeymoon.”

He caught one of her curls and twisted it gently around his fingers, gazing at the way the sunlight turned it into silken fire. The musical sound of her laugh made his cock hard. His eyes darkened as he looked into her gorgeous eyes.

“And I mean ALL the things…” He added, as he pulled her mouth down to his. She kissed him, closing her eyes and willingly surrendering herself to his delightful, playful mood.

He put their coffee cups on the bedside table, and rolled Laura back onto the bed, impatiently tugging the sheet and her robe out of the way so he could press himself against her.

Looking down lovingly at her, he brushed her hair from her face with the backs of his hands. Gabriel sighed happily, smiling down at her. She smiled back sunnily — basking in his radiance.

“I would love that.” She said softly. His breath caught at how beautiful she looked.

“You’re my angel.” He whispered, before leaning down to kiss her again. His lips were reverent against hers — light and gentle. She leaned up and returned his kiss with carnal abandon — threading her fingers into his hair. Groaning, he pulled his head up and looked at her this time with searing heat. His mouth swooped down then like he was a starving man, forcing her mouth open as his tongue forced inside. He half lifted her from the bed to pull the kimono off completely, throwing it carelessly aside before dropping down to attack one of her pert nipples.

She held his head closer, her head thrown back. Gabriel caught her other breast in his hand and almost roughly kneaded it. Laura moaned, pulling him out of his stupor. He raised his head to ask if he was hurting her. Panting, she shook her head and begged him to not stop.

He swept down and took the other nipple in his mouth this time, his other hand skimming her body until it found her now weeping pussy. Slipping two fingers inside her, he began to thrust in and out of her, reveling in her wetness.

“Oh… please, my love!” She gasped. Her body was aching for him, back arching to push her hips up to meet him. He let her breast slide out of his mouth with a soft pop, and looked up at her face. His nostrils flared, his jaw tightening as he saw her building passion.

“Do you like this, my angel? Do you like what I’m doing to you?” He growled at her. She was nodding, her eyes closed as she murmured the word yes over and over.

“Look at me.” He demanded quietly. She obeyed him immediately, raising her head slightly as she tried to focus her gaze on him. Her eyes were heavy lidded and her breathing was ragged.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked quietly. When she didn’t immediately answer, his hand thrust harder, drawing a long, low moan from her lips. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He felt exultant at his ability to drive her wild. But he wanted her to beg for him to fuck her — he somehow needed her to say it.

She spoke between his violent thrusts. “Please…Gabriel… please… fuck me! I need you… please!”

He rose up and crushed her mouth with his, as his thighs forced hers further apart. He lined his straining erection up at the now pulsing opening of her sex and shoved his way in, bottoming out completely as Laura’s screams of ecstasy were muffled by his brutal kisses. He felt her vaginal muscles clenching around his cock and made a growling sound in his throat, his tongue likewise forcing its way in to fuck her mouth.

She thought she might faint from the insanely pleasurable delirium, and clung to him with trembling arms as he took her, bending her to his will. Gabriel had never before felt this heady sense of proprietary control over another human being. The thrill of knowing how deeply she desired him — how willingly she submitted to him — was driving his lust to even new heights. ‘She is mine!’ he thought, as his hips rammed into hers and the head of his cock hit her cervix over and over again. He suddenly needed to hear her say it.

“Who do you belong to, Laura?” His eyes were fierce and his Irish lilt very pronounced.

She sighed before she answered, as if loving the question itself. “I belong to you, Gabriel… no one else. I am yours…” She breathed. He kissed her again before continuing.

“Are you mine forever, my angel?” He demanded.

“Forever, my love.” She answered. Tears rolled down the sides of her face, soaking into her mane of red hair.

“Do you want my cum?” He growled, and Laura moaned, wildly turned on at the way he was talking.

“Please, yes — give it to me!” She begged. Her hands slipped down to press his tight ass, pulling him even harder against her as his movements began to speed up.

“Then you have to cum first, baby.” He said in his velvety baritone. He shifted slightly so his body began to grind into her clit as he penetrated her, and Laura began to make a high pitched sound. She could feel the heat and electricity building inside her, that strange pins and needles sensation began to spread outward until she clutched at Gabriel and cried out, her body shaking as wave upon wave crashed inside her.

Gabriel felt her climaxing around his shaft and his own dam broke, he pressed his face to her neck and shouted her name, his teeth scraping her tender skin as he rammed so hard he lifted her body off the bed. He flooded her insides with his seed until he had no more, and only then did his movements begin to slow down and lose their violence. Laura’s arms and legs dropped back on the mattress, as she felt herself sliding into that pool of calm that follows an intense orgasm. Still pressed to her neck, he took in a deep shuddering breath and then slowly let it out. They were both covered in sweat, and now that their bodies were beginning to cool, tiny goose bumps rose on their skin.

After a few moments, Laura whispered “It’s never been like this for me before.”

Gabriel raised his head to gaze down lovingly at her, brushing the wet hair from her face before placing a sweet kiss on her forehead, her eyelids, her cheek and finally her bee-stung lips.

“Nor me.” He whispered back.

***

Laura let Gabriel sleep, slipping quietly out of bed to shower. Under the hot spray, she ran her hands over her body, luxuriating in the memory of his passionate lovemaking. Her nether regions were sore from his frequent attentions, and stung a little as she bathed herself, but that pain was a good one — a satisfying one. Gabriel wanted to have a romantic day in Rome, and she was excited to oblige him. She pushed her lingering fears to the back of her mind. There was no room for them today. Instead, she occupied herself with devising a plan for the day.

It occurred to her that he was in great need of clothes. He’d come to her only in his — gosh, what was the terminology, she wondered — his “vestments”? And would need normal street clothes. And a razor, she mentally added, gently touching her face — and other parts of her body — where his stubble had begun to chafe.

Laura quickly finished her shower and began to get dressed so she could run out and buy a few necessary items for him. She crept around as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing him. Just as she was putting on her boots, she heard him stir and call out to her.

Moving back into the bedroom, she smiled as she took in his contented form, elongated in a big stretch under the sheet that barely covered his athletic frame. He gave her a devastating smile that made her heart lurch.

“Hello beautiful. You’re dressed!” He said the last bit with a twinge of disappointment. His arms reached out for her and Laura’s feet moved toward him of their own accord. She sat at the edge of the bed as he sat up and drew her into his arms.

“I thought that I should run out and buy you some things — since you only brought the clothes on your back.” She made a weak attempt to tame his thick hair. Gabriel tugged her closer and gave her a long, sensual kiss. He inhaled appreciatively and told her she smelled divine. Focusing on her words, he replied.

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“Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.”

Ignoring her own advice, Steph turned her head and glanced at the clock. When she saw the time, 2:36, she groaned out loud. Tom wouldn’t be home for another four hours at best—longer if his plane back from Chicago was late. And let’s face it, she thought, these days airline flights were almost always late.

She fought off a sudden wave of panic, forcing herself to take several deep breaths. As she did so, she became aware of a gentle throbbing between her legs. At the moment it was like a distant drumbeat, so faint she wasn’t quite sure it was even there. But Steph knew what was about to happen. With each passing minute, the drumbeat would become louder and more insistent until it could no longer be ignored. Until it demanded her full attention.

As she paced the kitchen floor, an idea popped into her head in that odd way ideas sometimes do. “Oh, please,” she thought to herself. “I’m not that desperate.” But as she continued to pace back and forth—and as the pulsing in her groin gradually intensified—the idea blossomed and grew.

“Why not?” she finally asked herself. “Why the hell not?”

She reached the refrigerator in three quick strides and threw open the door.

****

During the first three months of her pregnancy, Steph was convinced that she’d never want to have sex again.

Ever.

She’d said as much to her husband one night. When he slid a tentative hand onto her hip—his “testing the waters” move—she’d pushed it off so hard she almost knocked him out of bed.

“Are you out of your mind?” she’d snarled. “You’re the one who did this to me. Even if I ever want to have sex again—which I won’t—you’re never getting any.”

She’d apologized the next morning. She even gave him a hand job to relieve his frustration. But he’d barely started to ejaculate when she had to run to the bathroom to throw up.

Running to the bathroom had become a regular part of Steph’s routine during her first trimester. She’d spent hours kneeling on the cold tiles, hugging the toilet like a long-lost friend while she puked and dry heaved into the porcelain bowl. It was a good thing she worked at home as a freelance writer because she couldn’t have even made it into an office let alone lasted the day there. Just walking from one room to another made her queasy.

And then—as if by magic—the nausea passed and her sex drive returned. Except that it didn’t feel like her sex drive. It was as if someone had thrown a switch that instantly turned her libido from off to hyper drive. Or to put it another way, it felt like she was channeling the sex drive of a raging nymphomaniac.

Steph had read in one of her many pregnancy books that some women experienced an increase in libido during the second trimester. Since she’d read it between bouts of vomiting, she’d dismissed it as the stuff of fantasy.

Now she found herself masturbating several times a day: on her back, on her knees, astride the arm of the living room sofa. The word horny didn’t begin to cover what she was feeling, and the relief she got from her orgasms was fleeting at best. Less than hour after she came, she’d feel her clit stir back to life, and before she knew it she was a desperate housewife again.

Tom had been delighted at first. It was like a return to the first steamy weeks of their relationship when they did it on any available surface at every available moment. But after a few weeks even Tom seemed to be tiring. He’d actually complained one morning that his dick was getting sore, but Steph had refused to take no for an answer.

“Suck it up and fuck me,” she’d demanded, shocking both herself and her husband. He’d done as he was told.

****

Lying on her back on the kitchen floor, her skirt and panties down around her ankles, Steph rubbed the tip of the cucumber back and forth between her legs. Her clit was now humming like a turbo generator, and her upper thighs were sticky from her juices. The cucumber was bigger than any cock she’d ever seen, and the more she thought about putting it inside her the hotter she felt.

With a growing sense of urgency, she kicked off her skirt and panties so she could spread her legs further apart. After wetting the cucumber with saliva, she positioned its narrower end at her opening and gaziantep escort let it slip in and out of her cunt. She let out an involuntary moan as she gradually worked three-quarters of it inside her.

Steph began to move the cucumber back and forth in her pussy with one hand while she massaged her clit with the other. The smooth cool skin of the vegetable felt wonderful inside her, and she could feel the throbbing intensify. A sudden image of what she must look like flashed through her head, and she laughed out loud, momentarily losing her concentration.

“This is what I’ve been reduced to,” she thought. “I’m fucking a cucumber on the kitchen floor.”

The peal of the doorbell triggered instant panic. Steph bolted to a sitting position, trying desperately to remember if she’d locked the door when Tom left. She sat frozen for a moment, hoping whoever it was would give up and go away.

But the doorbell rang again, followed by a familiar voice.

“Hello, Mrs. Holton? It’s Will from across the street.”

Steph groaned. Tom had reminded her the night before that he’d hired Will, the neighbors’ son, to clean up the basement. Will had just finished his first year of college and was looking to earn some extra money by doing odd jobs in the neighborhood.

“Coming,” she called and winced at her unfortunate choice of words. If only, she thought.

Pulling the cucumber out of her vagina, she looked around wildly for a moment, as if searching for a hiding place, but finally deposited it in the sink. Then she quickly pulled on her panties and skirt. She stopped for a moment in the hallway to collect herself and smooth her hair before opening the front door.

“Hi Will,” she said, doing her best to sound casual.

“Hello.”

Will’s eyes slid down from Steph’s face to her chest, like a magnet to metal, and she inwardly kicked herself. During the first four months of her pregnancy, Steph’s normally B-cup breasts had grown a full cup size, making her feel like a Victoria’s Secret model. Not wanting to deal with the discomfort of a bra that morning, she’d pulled on a skimpy tank top instead. Now she was acutely aware that she was flashing some serious cleavage while her fully erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton of her shirt.

When Will looked back up, he was blushing. There was also a considerable bulge in the crotch of his pants.

“Mr. Holton asked me to clean up your basement,” he began awkwardly. “Is this an okay time?”

“It’s fine, Will,” Steph said. “Come on in.”

She led him back to the kitchen and was about to open the basement door when he spoke again.

“Would it be okay if I got a glass of water?”

Steph paused for a second, aware that she wanted to get Will down into the basement and out of her sight as soon as possible. She wasn’t worried that she’d try to seduce him—her husband would be home in a few hours, after all—but the thought of being in the same room as a young erect cock was almost more than she could bear. Besides, she was terrified that Will could smell her in her permanently aroused state.

“Of course,” she said, walking to the sink. The sight of the cucumber triggered a new wave of heat in her loins, but she forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand.

When she turned around, glass in hand, she discovered that Will was now staring at the kitchen floor.

“You’ve got a wet spot here,” he said, pointing down at his feet with a concerned look on his face. “I’ll get it for you.”

Before Steph could stop him, he tore off a piece of paper towel and knelt to wipe up her juices. She could feel herself blushing to the roots of her hair, and when he stood up a moment later—a question in his eyes—she couldn’t find her voice and had to point to the cupboard under the sink. He opened the door and threw away the towel, but not before he’d glanced at the glistening cucumber.

“Oh, God, he knows,” Steph thought as Will slowly drank the glass of water. But since the expression on his face remained blank, and he was not staring at her, she decided she was being paranoid.

Will finished the water at last and headed down into the basement. Steph closed the door gratefully and fled to the upstairs bathroom. She wanted to put as much space between herself and Will as possible, for one thing. She also wanted relief.

****

When her cell phone rang around 5:30, Steph had just come down from the second floor. She noticed immediately that it was Tom calling, and as she accepted the call, she was aware of a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Steph?”

“Is something the matter?” she asked immediately.

“Afraid so,” Tom went on. “There are severe thunder storm and tornado warnings in the Chicago area today, and my flight got canceled. I couldn’t reschedule until late tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh, Tom,” she said, suppressing a wail. “I thought you were going to be home in less than an hour.”

“Believe me, I wish this wasn’t happening,” Tom replied. “I can’t tell you how much I’d love to be getting home in less than an hour.”

“It’s just that I’m so horny I can’t see straight,” Steph explained.

Tom laughed. “Well, look at it this way,” he went on. “Now that I’ve had a day off, I’ll come back tomorrow reinvigorated and ready to service you.”

“If I can wait that long,” Steph complained. She heard Tom talking to someone else in a muffled voice.

“Steph, I have to go,” he said, back on the line. “Several of us are going to share a cab back into town. I’ll call you later tonight.”

“Wait,” Steph said, but he was already gone.

As she pressed the button to end the call, she suddenly became aware that Will was standing by the basement door. Distracted by Tom’s call, she’d forgotten all about him. Was it possible that he overheard her conversation with her husband? What would he think of her?

“Will,” she said, trying to sound bright and friendly, though her voice sounded too loud in her ears and on the edge of hysteria. “What’s up?” She once again regretted her word choice when she noticed that the large bulge in his pants was still there.

“I finished up for the day,” Will explained, motioning toward the basement. “I probably have two or three more hours of work to do down there tomorrow.”

“That’s great,” Steph said. “Sounds like it’s time to head home.”

He took several steps toward her and stopped. “I heard what you said to your husband,” he confessed, though he didn’t sound very apologetic. “It sounds like you could use some help.”

Steph just stared at him, speechless. She could feel a wave of heat pass through her face, and she knew she must be bright red.

“Tell you what,” Will continued. “If you show me your tits, I’ll show you my cock.”

It was the sheer impudence of what he’d just said that shocked her the most. She felt sure that with a few choice words she could have him stumbling over himself, apologizing and rushing out of the house, but the throbbing between her legs was so strong that she couldn’t find her voice.

“Feeling shy?” Will asked. “In that case, I’ll go first.”

He undid his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees. Steph told herself not to look, but her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, and when she saw Will’s erect penis she let out a low moan. It was a good inch longer than her husband’s cock and thicker as well.

“I think you should…” she began to say, but couldn’t get the word “leave” to come out of her mouth. “I think…” she tried again, but this time she completely lost her train of thought as she stared at Will’s big cock.

Steph felt her legs grow weak, and a moment later she sank to her knees in a gesture that suggested both invitation and surrender. Will certainly seemed to interpret it that way because the next moment he kicked off his jeans and underwear and walked across the room. A moment later his cock was hovering inches from her face.

“Suck on it,” he commanded.

“No,” Steph whispered, though she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of it.

What followed was a mighty struggle between Steph’s pussy and her conscience. Three times she opened her mouth and seemed on the point of leaning forward, and three times—with a pathetic whimper each time—she closed it again. Will’s smile suggested he was enjoying watching her struggle, but when she opened her mouth a fourth time, he appeared to take pity on her. He put his hand on her head and guided her mouth onto his cock.

He kept his hand there a minute, as though afraid Steph might try to pull away, but he needn’t have worried. She was working his cock with such focus and enthusiasm that he soon realized he could let go. And when he told her to show him her tits, she didn’t protest but immediately pulled up her shirt

“Oh, Mrs. H.,” he said, as he felt first one, then the other, of her now full breasts. You have gorgeous tits.”

Steph let out a muffled moan and continued to suck his cock.

A few minutes later, Will pulled his cock out of Steph’s mouth. She was so aroused now that she couldn’t think straight, and while she knew what she was doing was wrong, she was far past being able to stop.

Will turned her around, put her on all fours, and told her to spread her legs. Then he knelt down behind her. For a minute he ran his hands up and down her back and then reached underneath to play with her tits. Steph was aware of emitting a continuous stream of high-pitched moans now, but it almost seemed like she was listening to someone else’s voice.

When he got tired of fondling her tits, Will lifted Steph’s skirt and put his hand between her legs. A shock of pleasure shot through Steph’s pussy, and she moaned even louder. Will pulled down her panties and began running the head of his cock back and forth in her slit.

“What would like me to do with this big cock?” he asked her.

“Fuck me,” Steph wailed.

“What’s the magic word?” Will teased.

“Please fuck me,” she begged, her pride completely gone now.

Will began to work his cock into her pussy, and he was only half way in when she began to come. He let her ride it out, and then he slid it in the rest of the way. As he began to thrust back and forth in her cunt, he made a fist in her hair and pulled her head back.

“Do you like having my cock in your pussy?” he asked.

“Yes,” Steph moaned. “God, yes.”

He road her a while longer and then found her clit and made her come again. Steph wasn’t sure she’d ever come so hard before, and every time she thought she was done, Will touched her clit lightly and made her spasm all over again.

“Jesus,” she said when it was finally over.

****

Steph heard a quiet knock and then the sound of the front door opening and closing.

After they’d finished having sex the day before, she had delivered what almost sounded like a formal speech to Will. She’d made it clear to him, as calmly and firmly as she could, that what had just happened between them must never happen again. It was the result of some very unusual circumstances, she explained, and she wanted to be sure he understood that.

Will listened patiently until she was done. Then he slipped his hand between her legs and his finger into her cunt. While he brought her to orgasm for the third time, he told her exactly what he expected from her in the morning.

And here she was, bent over the dining room table wearing nothing but a light cotton skirt. Her chin was on a pillow, her arms stretched out on either side of her, and her legs spread wide. The soaking wet panties that she’d worn during the night were hanging out of her mouth.

She’d discovered something the day before that had kept her up most of the night playing with herself. It was true that her pregnancy had turned her into a horny slut, but what had pushed her over the edge—what had taken her to a whole other level—was having a young stud with an eight-inch cock tell her what to do. Or to put it another way, she had learned that submitting drove her wild.

The sound of footsteps entering the room made her pussy twitch and pulse. She could already feel her juices running down her thighs. A moment later she felt someone lift her skirt and start to caress her bare ass.

Oh, Mrs. H, you are a naughty girl,” Will said, “and I’m afraid naughty girls need to be taught a lesson.”

He pulled his hand back and smacked her hard on the right ass cheek. Then he did the same to her left cheek. Steph moaned with each smack, and she became aware that her clit was now throbbing.

“You are the hottest MILF I’ve ever fucked,” Will said as he continued to spank her hard, “and believe me, I’ve fucked a few.”

Although it was getting more difficult to think clearly, Steph was aware that Will had it wrong. She wasn’t technically a MILF yet and wouldn’t be for five more months. But of one thing she no longer had any doubt.

She was a naughty girl. And she deserved to be punished.

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Its hard starting over after a divorce, but she was trying. She wasn’t into the bar scenes and was having a hard time meeting men. So her sister suggested she sign up for an online dating service, just to check it out.

The first couple of messages she dismissed without a second thought. Then there came the instant message that caught her attention. He was polite and very sweet. After a couple of nights of chatting online he asked for her phone number. She hesitated but finally gave him her cell phone number explaining her daughter tied up her home phone most of the time. After about two weeks talking on the phone whenever they weren’t online together, he asked her out. He called her on his way home from work on a Saturday afternoon to see if she was busy. Since she had no plans, he asked her to meet him to watch the local college football at a local sports bar. She nervously agreed to meet him telling him what kind of vehicle she drove so he could watch for her.

When they met at the bar, she was surprised to find that he was so handsome. Well more than six feet tall and very muscular. He opened her car door and offered his hand as she got out. Once she was out of the car he gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek. Once inside they found a table in the back so they could watch the game while they got better acquainted. They ordered drinks and after the drinks came he asked her if he could hold her hand. She nervously agreed. They talked and laughed and enjoyed each others company a lot.

The game got started and they split their attention between each other and the game. When the home team scored a field goal he kissed her hand. Then when they scored a touchdown, he kissed her cheek. His touch made her tingle and all she could do was hope they kept scoring. At half time, their team was ahead 17-0. She had been kissed on both cheeks and hoped for a real kiss on the lips with the next touchdown. They stepped outside for some fresh air and walked around a while holding hands. As they walked, they made plans to see a movie gaziantep escort that evening. They went back inside and finished watching the game.

When the game was over, he walked her to her car, kissed her very passionately and helped her into her car.

Before she arrived home, her cell phone rang. It was he thanking her for their first date and asking her if she had a good time. Then he told her he didn’t want to share her with a theater full of people so could they watch a movie at his place instead. She nervously agreed and he gave her directions. They agreed to meet in an hour. On the way to his place she had second and even third thoughts about how safe this was.

He met her at the door. He had candles lit and a fire in the fireplace. He gave her a warm hug and another passionate kiss. He took her coat and then led her over to the sofa. He gave her a choice of movies. She chose 50 first dates because she knew they both enjoyed comedies.

Pizza was delivered and they ate. After they ate, they snuggled up together to watch the movie. He held her close, and they held hands. He caressed her and then very gently kissed her. She felt her body responding to his touches and kisses. He gently lifted her up and sat her on his lap. While they kissed, he slid his hand under her blouse to caress her breasts. When he felt her, responded he unhooked her bra. When she sighed, he began to unbutton her blouse. For each button he undid he kissed her exposing skin. She kissed his neck, his face and anywhere she could reach. When he finally had her breasts exposed, he leaned down to taste and tease them. Her breasts were nice firm and full.

Taking his lead she reached down and pulled his shirt out of his jeans and over his head. He had a massive chest from lifting weights and the nicest arms. She felt safe and protected sitting on his lap wrapped in his arms. Then their lips met again and the sparks were there. She slid her arms around his neck and caressed his back and shoulders while they kissed. Then she felt his hand moving up under her skirt. He caressed her pussy through her panties waiting to see if she wanted him to stop. Instead she kissed him even more passionately. He then slid her panties aside to touch her. Just as he found her clit she made him stop.

She took a deep breath to calm herself. Then she kissed him and began to undo his belt. She could feel his erection through his jeans. He broke the kiss to lean over and suck on her breasts. She got his jeans undone and set his impressive cock free. Her mouth instantly went dry at his size. Then it began to water. She wanted him. Oh boy! She wanted him, but first she wanted to taste that cock. She slid off his lap and down on her knees between his legs. She looked up at him and smiled as she licked her lips. She licked down his shaft and back up. Finally sliding his cock into her hot wet mouth. She licked and sucked until he pulled her away. He kissed her and asked her to wait.

He left the room only to return with a blanket which he spread out in front of the fireplace. Then he gently led her to the blanket grabbing some pillows from the sofa on their way. He gently removed the rest of her clothing and laid her down on the blanket.

She nervously smiled up at him. He knelt down and kissed her gently, then licked each nipple as he gently ran his tongue down her stomach. He got between her legs kissed her pussy lips and began to stroke her with his tongue. As her breathing changes he inserted his index finger into her pussy. He kept it there moving it ever so gently, all the while letting his tongue explore the recesses of her pussy using his thumb to caress her clit. As she moaned under his loving attention he inserted his middle finger to join his index finger. As his two fingers found her g-spot she clung to him. Her body exploded with her orgasm. He let her ride the waves of her orgasm then just as her breathing was returning to normal he used his tongue to lick up all the pussy juice from her orgasm. He removed his fingers from her pussy. As he teased her pussy with his tongue, he slid his pinky into her anus. When she didn’t resist, he took it out and replaced it with his index finger. When he felt her pussy, begin to constrict on his tongue and her moans became louder he thrusts his finger in and kissed her deeply.

When her breathing returned to normal, she laid him on his back. She began to touch and caress his cock. Then she licked and sucked his balls taking each one, one at a time, into her mouth and sucking on it. She gently slid her finger into his anus while she took all of his cock into her mouth. He moaned words of encouragement to her and softly repeated her name. She let him cum in her mouth taking all the cum he had to offer. Then she straddled him and let him suck and play with her breasts. She backed up and began to suck on his cock again. Once he was fully erect, she slid the tip of his cock into her pussy. As his cock felt her pussy he reached up and grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into her hungry pussy. He reached up to caress and play with her breasts letting her control the speed as she fucked him. He gently pulled her toward him to suck on her breasts. She started out slow and gentle then the harder he sucked on her breasts the faster and harder she rode his cock. As he got closer he reached up and grabbed her hips and he pushed up and into her pussy. They came simultaneously. She laid on his chest while their breathing returned to normal. Then he gently rolled onto his side and held her in his embrace and covering them with the blanket.

He kissed her forehead and they talked and cuddled for hours. Eventually they dozed off. When she awoke, he was gone. She sat up and was nervous and unsure of herself until he came into the room fresh from the shower and still smiling. He gave her a cup of coffee and sat down beside her and pulled her toward him. He cuddled her as she drank her coffee. When she was done with the coffee, he offered her a shower. When she accepted he stood and helped her to her feet and then carried her to the bathroom. She wasn’t surprised when he joined her but pleased that he did. As he washed her, his erection returned and they both smiled . . .

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It was nearing 6:20 when Danny gave Stacey a quick kiss and lifted himself off of her. He watched his organ slip out from between her pink pussy lips as he got up, and another surge of desire went through him. The two lovers got cleaned up and then dressed. He was fully clothed again, in jeans and a sweater; she merely wore a T-shirt and skimpy white panties. He went to the bathroom and cleaned up while she went into the kitchen to prepare the dinner that she had planned for them. She knew that there wasn’t much time; he would be leaving in a half hour or so.

She was in the process of pulling things out of the fridge when Danny entered the kitchen. Beneath Stacey’s T-shirt was her beautiful, tanned ass on either side of the thin white material of her panties. He watched that gorgeous ass wiggle with every move that she made. Even though he had just cum twice, Danny found that incredible ass of hers was making him hard all over again.

It wasn’t just strong sexual desire that was turning him on, but the tremendous love that surged through him when he looked at her. He stepped up behind her and slipped his arms around her soft stomach and kissed her neck, smelling her hair.

“I love you.” He whispered. Tingles went through her body at his words, and she broke into a big smile. She turned her head and he kissed her soft lips. Her heart soared, and she couldn’t help but open her mouth. Her tongue darted out, shooting into his mouth as their kiss grew more passionate. As much as she wanted to have a romantic dinner with this man, her animal instinct was taking control once again.

Danny was hard as a rock, and Stacey could feel the hard bulge in his jeans pressed against her near-naked ass. His tongue shot into her mouth, and they rubbed tongues for a while, breathing heavily as they kissed. His right hand slid down her body between her thighs, and her bare feet spread farther apart on the linoleum, allowing him full access to her treasure. He could feel her swollen pussy lips through the moist cotton, and he rubbed her there. He couldn’t believe the heat that was emanating from her cunt! He broke the kiss.

“Oh God…” Stacey breathed as he kissed over her cheek to her neck. He loved the taste of her soft skin, and it was making his desire to have her overwhelming. He continued to tease her wet slit through her thin panties, and she was being very responsive. His fingers were driving her insane, and she had completely forgotten what it was she was doing! He was turning her on so much, and now she was completely in tune with her body, especially her pussy. She was fully aware of his fingers rubbing her swollen lips, and now she noticed the feeling of the tiniest drop of his cum slowly leaking out of her vagina and into her panties. She was lost. Nothing in her life could continue until this man was back inside her.

He sunk to his knees, almost in a trance as he began to worship her body. He kissed at her smooth ass cheeks on either side of the triangle of her panties. He pushed her panties up the crack of her ass a little with his fingers, completely exposing her cheeks to him. He kissed all over her tanned skin, and she bent over submissively before him, leaning on the counter.

He grabbed the tiny straps of her panties and began to pull them down. They were stuck in her ass so they folded over a little, but popped out of her crack when he continued rolling them down her long legs. As he brought them down to her knees, he stared at the wonderful ass that he had just exposed. Her legs were parted, her bare feet a couple of feet apart on the floor, and underneath her ass he could see the pink lips of her treasure.

When Danny got her panties down to her ankles, Stacey lifted up a foot and he was able to pull them off her one leg. He left them dangling over her other ankle as he grabbed her hips with both hands, holding her steady. He began raining kisses all over the tanned skin of her ass as she buried her face in her arms, completely giving herself to him. He grabbed a cheek in each hand and began kneading them, spreading them apart little by little. As he massaged her ass, he exposed her tight little asshole, and he kissed just beside gaziantep escort her crack. He kissed the puckered lips of her cunt, and Stacey gasped as bolts of pleasure shot up her body.

His tongue snaked out and he slowly licked up the skin that was between her vagina and her asshole, leaving a trail of saliva behind. His hands squeezed the cool skin of her ass cheeks even harder, spreading them wide as his tongue reached the entrance to her anus. Danny’s tongue slowly circled the rim of her asshole, teasing her as she squirmed before him. Suddenly, he eased his tongue into her ass.

“Ohhhh…” she moaned softly as she felt his experienced tongue slip into her anus. Danny circled his tongue around the inside of her asshole, and pulled it out of her. He began to fuck her ass with his tongue, shooting it in and out, in and out as she remained bent over helplessly in front of him. He kissed each of her ass cheeks again, just inside the crack, before standing up. He couldn’t take it anymore!

He had his jeans and underwear down to his knees, and his cock out in under a second. Stacey was bent over helplessly before him, gasping for breath. He ran his thick, mushroom head down the crack of her beautiful ass, teasing over her asshole as he made his way down to her treasure.

They both moaned when he reached the sopping wet lips of her slit. He held his manhood in place at the entrance to her treasure. Her pussy was so wet that it practically sucked the top of his penis inside.

“Ohhh!” She gasped, closing her eyes. Danny pushed forward, easing his cock inside her warmth until his groin was pressed against her ass. He was buried inside her to the hilt. Her hot pussy gripped his entire cock tightly, and she pressed her bum back against him. He leaned over her, holding himself deep inside her, and he nibbled at her earlobe.

“You’re incredible, Stacey.” He whispered in her ear. She purred softly, turning her face to him. Her searching lips found his and they kissed passionately, tongues exploring. He hands grabbed the soft sides of her ass, holding her as he began to slide in and out of her pussy. He broke the kiss, standing up more so he could watch himself sink into her over and over. His groin was lightly tapping her ass, causing her cheeks to ripple with each impact.

“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” She moaned each time he slid his long, hard dick inside her needy hole.

She was ramming her ass back to meet him, encouraging him to fuck her harder. His balls were slapping against her clit every time he thrust up into her, and it was driving her to what was sure to be a massive orgasm. She could feel the tingling inside her build.

“UNH! UNH! UNH!” Her cries grew louder as she hurtled towards an orgasm. Danny was fucking her harder and harder, his pole driving far inside her and his balls slapping her sensitive button faster and faster. Her ass cheeks were shaking like crazy as he fucked her as hard as he could from behind. ‘Slap slap slap slap slap slap’ went his groin against her ass.

“Ohhhhhhh!” She moaned, cumming. Her muscles tensed and her hands clasped at the counter as an intense orgasm washed over her. Danny showed no mercy, continuing to slide his long manhood in and out of Stacey’s needy pussy as fast as he could. As he fucked her, his hands spread her ass cheeks apart. He stared down at the view of her pink cunt lips being pulled outward by his cock over and over again. Just above that was the tight little entrance to her asshole. His saliva was still glistening around it. Such a beautiful ass…such an inviting little hole! He had to go in there. The desire was so powerful that he could fight it no more.

As Stacey recovered from her orgasm, she felt Danny’s penis slip out of her. Not sure what he wanted to do, she remained bent over before him. When she felt his probing cock slowly run down the crack of her ass, tingles surged up her body as realization sunk in.

He held his rock hard member straight out before him, slick with the warm juices of Stacey’s pussy. He placed the mushroom head at the entrance to her anus, holding it there for a moment.

Her heart was pounding in anticipation, and her body was tensed up a little in preparation. He pushed forward, hard. His head was so lathered with her nectar that it forced its way inside the rim of her asshole with little trouble.

“OHH God!” She cried, wincing as she felt her ass stretch wide. He pulled back a little, watching how her tight entrance gripped the end of his cock. He pushed again, this time sliding half of his penis up her ass. Stacey cried out, gritting her teeth as a mix of pain and pleasure shot up her body. She was up on her toes a little, putting her full weight on the counter as she took it up her asshole.

Danny began to slide half his organ in and out of her tiny hole, knowing full well that if he didn’t cum twice so recently, than he wouldn’t be lasting this long! He had her beautiful, soft ass in a death grip as he stared down at the incredible sight before him. His penis was actually entering Stacey’s ass! He still could not believe how his life had changed in the past couple of weeks.

Unable to help himself, he jammed his cock all the way into her asshole.

“UNH!” She grunted, the shock cutting her cry short. His groin was pressed up against her ass; his dick was buried in her anus. Using long strokes, he resumed fucking her bum.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Stacey moaned. The pain was starting to overwhelm the pleasure – he was being a little rough with her. He was moving too fast! He was slapping against her ass, causing her cheeks to shake once again. The pain was becoming unbearable as his long rod continued to force its way up her tight hole over and over.

She gritted her teeth, trying to take the pain and let the man she loved have his way with her. Danny was holding her ass tightly with his hands, slamming his manhood into her ass with all his might. He was like an animal, completely lost in the passion of the moment as his hard, fat cock jackhammered in and out of her anus. Stacey’s whines rang throughout the house; it felt so good yet she couldn’t enjoy it because it was hurting. Finally, she could take no more.

“Stop!” She begged. He stopped, holding his penis inside her as he regained his senses.

“I’m sorry.” Stacey gasped. “You’re going to hard and it was starting to hurt!”

“I’m sorry beautiful.” Danny said, concerned. He slipped his cock out of her ass. He watched carefully as his fat helmet popped out of her tight rim.

“It’s okay,” she replied, “you don’t have to take it out. Just slow down!” She was breathing laboriously as she spoke. Now that he was out of her ass, she realized how much she liked having him in there!

Ignoring her last statement, he grabbed her roughly and spun her around, pulling her close. His lips were on hers and he kissed her soundly. She was conscious of his hard penis pressing against her stomach through her shirt as she kissed him back. Their kiss was rather sloppy, as they were still trying to catch their breath.

Danny spun her around, still kissing her as he backed her up to the kitchen table. His tongue was swirling around her mouth as she sat up on the table. Without breaking the kiss, Stacey reached in between him and grabbed his cock. She ran it down the sensitive lips of her pussy, sending bolts of pleasure up her body and causing her to shiver with excitement.

She let him go when she felt his head touch the entrance to her hungry pussy, and Danny instinctively pushed forward. He slipped into her warmth easily, sliding all the way inside her horny vagina.

“Mmmph!” She moaned into his mouth as she felt herself fill up. Her tongue danced in his mouth even more urgently as she anticipated getting fucked really hard. He didn’t let her down. Danny pulled most of his cock out of her and then slammed it inside her hard.

“MMMPH!” Stacey cried, still trying to maintain their kiss. He began ram his rock hard member in and out of her needy cunt, taking up a rapid pace right away.

“Oh! Ohh! Unh! Unh! Ohh!” She moaned, forced to break the kiss. She leaned back, placing her hands flat on the table as she took his dick over and over. Her bare feet flailed in the air behind his thrusting ass as he fucked her as hard as he could. The table was sliding inch by inch towards the far side of the kitchen with the force of his thrusts. She could feel her orgasm start to rise again as her pussy was buzzing uncontrollably.

Danny was taking in the full sight, and it was pushing him to the edge as well. First he looked on either side of him at Stacey’s pretty feet. They were waving up and down in the air helplessly as he screwed her on her kitchen table. He then looked up her long, sexy legs to her wonderful pussy. He could clearly see his hard pole disappearing and reappearing between the pink swollen lips. His gaze traveled up her body to where her huge tits were bouncing up and down beneath her white T-shirt. From there, he took in the best sight of them all – Stacey’s beautiful face. The pretty face of the woman he loved. Her gorgeous eyes were looking at him lustfully as she took his cock into her body over and over. Her mouth was open slightly as she moaned with pleasure.

Her eyes closed and her cries rose in pitch and volume, and he knew that she would soon cum. He reached in front of him and, without missing a beat, he began to rub her clit with his thumb. An orgasm exploded within her.

“OHHHHHHHH!” Stacey cried, shaking. Her legs squeezed shut, pulling Danny against her and forcing his penis deep inside her. He couldn’t move! He was so hard that he could physically feel the walls of her pussy squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Her heart was about to burst it was beating so hard. She couldn’t breathe! Her cunt would not stop pulsating!

“Oh God…” she squeaked, face wincing. She quivered for a moment, and then let out her breath in a rush, her legs relaxing. Danny pulled his manhood out of her, finally being able to move. His cock was almost dripping with her juices she was so wet!

Stacey lay before him on the table, weak from exertion. He grabbed her and pulled her off the table, spinning her around quickly. She barely had enough wits about her to bend over before him. She half collapsed on the table, her hands reaching out and grabbing the far edge. She was up on the tips of her toes as let him have his way with her.

Danny went straight for her ass, pushing his cock between her cheeks and quickly finding the entrance to her anus. He was more than lubricated enough, plus her ass was loosened a little from earlier. As such, he was able to slip into her tight ass rather easily.

“Ohh God Danny…” she groaned as she felt her asshole stretch wide.

He loved how tightly the rim of her anus gripped halfway down his penis.

“Please go easy!” She begged. It felt good, but she knew that could change if he started going as hard as he did earlier. He obliged, slowly sliding half of his penis in and out of her asshole. Soon, half of his penis became most of his penis, and Stacey’s grip on the edge of the table tightened. It still felt fantastic, but she feared the worst. Her ass and pussy were buzzing like crazy as the man she loved slid his organ most of the way up her anus over and over.

It was feeling incredible to Danny, and soon he was sliding his cock all the way inside. Stacey was moaning loudly, helplessly sprawled over the table as she got fucked up the ass. He was losing it, unable to stop himself as he slammed harder against her ass. Her cheeks were now shaking with each impact. She was still feeling great even though he was starting to go rough again.

He wanted to pull out and cum inside her pussy, but the feeling was just too good to stop. He moaned, sliding his penis all the way inside Stacey’s asshole and holding it there. His dick jerked, unleashing a thick rope of cum inside her ass.

His hands were squeezing her hips hard as his cock twitched again, another stream of semen firing into her anus. Danny was rubbing his groin against her, keeping his manhood as far inside her as possible as he shot more of his hot fluid into her. He sighed, his hands finally releasing her as his cum slowed to a trickle. Stacey was gasping, collapsed on the table.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed breathlessly. She playfully rubbed her ass against him, milking more of his cum.

Danny slipped his soft member out of her butt. Stacey stood up. She could feel him begin to leak out of her ass a little as she turned to him, smiling. She leaned upward and kissed him over and over again.

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I got up early in the morning and went to the outdoor pool to swim a few lanes. When I arrive, there is only one empty lane left. Shortly thereafter more guests come and quickly the pool fills up. Two swimmers now have to share one of the lanes. I was joined by a slender girl in a black bikini. Nothing exciting actually, but somehow the triangle between her legs, in combination with her thighs and the flat belly, radiates a certain eroticism while swimming. I watch her movements through my swimming goggles and get quite a lust for her.

When I have completed my work, I briefly stand on the side of the pool to rest. My fellow swimmer joins me, pushing her swimming goggles on her hair and smiles at me. She is very pretty. I smile back.

“It’s nice that you chose my lane. It was very nice to look at every time you passed me by.”

“You’re welcome, you seemed to me to be the crunchiest of all those here — and I also like to swim in pleasant company.”

That and the smile that accompanies it cause a boost in my pants. I smile back. We look at each other. No one knows what to say next.

“Do you keep swimming or are you done,” she finally asks.

“Actually, I’m done,” I say, “what about you?”

“I don’t know — I want to have breakfast right away, do you want to join in?!”

Her question does not exactly serve to cause the tube in my swimming pants to get back into sleeping modus. How can I just get out of the water now?

“Great,” I reply, but make no effort to get out of the pool.

“Well, what are you waiting for,” she asks, and pushes herself out of the pool elegantly.

I follow hesitantly. As soon as I am out of the water, she notices why I am so restrained: a thick, long rod shows in my skimpy white pants, which are tight and transparent and — through their wetness — highlighting each contour leaving little to the imagination.

“I’m a little uncomfortable with that,” I grin embarrassed.

“Don’t have to,” she smiles without taking a look at the package between my legs, “I hoped it would look like this after being teased by what I could see under water.”

We walk to the changing rooms. There she looks around quickly, than slips in on my side. Before I can say anything, her lips are on mine, an arm is around my neck and a hand firmly on my package.

“Jeez, you have a real big gaziantep escort one,” she moans into my mouth.

I reply to the kiss, grab her by her firm butt, lift her up and push her into a locker room where I put her down.

She locks it, looks me in the eye as she tears down her bikini and whispers in a raucous voice, “down with your pants — no foreplay!”

As my pants lie on the floor, she hugs me, begins to kiss me passionately. She puts a leg over my butt. My hard cock presses against her pubic mound. I let my hand slide down, stroke her thigh and slowly slide between her buttocks. There I softly touch her hairless pussy, gently separate her soft lobe flaps with my fingertips, let my fingers sink deeper into her juicy flesh and for the time being ignore her calls moaned into our kisses, such as “Put it in!” or “Fuck me already!”.

After enjoying her fidgeting for a while, I lead my maypole to her labia and slowly push it in. My horny fellow swimmer hangs herself onto me, lifts the second leg and slides down my piston with her well lubricated, tight mouth. I moan with lust. I hold her tightly by her thighs and standing I push my manhood deep and hard into her.

“Oh, yes — what a great shaft!” she shouts, then bites her tongue and kisses me tightly to suffocate our moaning.

She pushes her lower body firmly on my stiffness while I push it back into her cunt. I lose my balance on that. My lover slips off my cock, takes the opportunity to touch it, push the foreskin all the way back to admire my glans in its full thick splendour shiny of her juice. Slowly, she puts her lips over it and begins to suck it. She weighs my balls in her hand and plays with them. Then she pushes me to the bench, turns her back towards me, puts her hand in her mouth, gets as much mucus as possible to make her pooch slippery. Then she sits on my lance, pushes her butt over it until it is deep inside her and starts fucking me.

I press my hips against her movements and massage her firm tits and nipples while she fucks me. She moans, presses herself more and more firmly against my cock, which is already until the stop in her while clawing her nails more and more into my thighs, on which she leans. I come to her aid, hold her mouth with one hand and rub her clit with the other. She sucks my hand, bites into it, sucks it again, and winds herself under my caresses. I push my cock towards her, bite into her shoulder and in a silent scream we come almost simultaneously. My juice shoots into her gut and she starts shaking as she indulges in her orgasm.

I embrace her tightly from behind. Put one hand on one breast and the other on her flat stomach. I snuggle my cheek on her back and listen as her violent breath slowly calms down. She pushes herself against me. I’m starting to caress her. She turns to me which causes my cock to slip out of her and kisses me tightly and gently at the same time. She holds my head in her hands.

“That’s wonderful,” she whispers.

“Yes, it is,” I whisper back.

She gets up and stretches her abdomen towards me.

“Can you do it again,” she asks softly.

In response, I kiss her flat stomach and keep kissing her until I reach her pussy. There I stretch out my tongue and tickle her clit with its tip. She shrugs.

“That tickles,” she giggles.

I grab her by her firm butt and press my tongue against her tickler.

“Ah,” she moans, squeezing her abdomen towards me.

I lick it hard. She grabs my head, presses it against her snatch and turns her hip to me so that I have no trouble licking her well. She moans quietly and presses me against her. Then she begins to tremble, to shrug. She comes violently and quietly. Even before her orgasm is over, she grabs my already stiff again shlong and sits on it with her cunt.

As she pushes her tight, wet canal over me, she raps in a raucous voice, “show it to me, fuck me!”

Actually, I can’t. I’m sitting on the bench. She sits bent on me. Her abdomen is angled. I’m as deep in her cunt as that is possible in that position. At the same time she kisses me and snuggles up to me as close as possible.

We sit twisted to a bullet on the bench. Our genitals and mouths are intertwined. I stretch myself without our kiss dissolving and try to bump her. It doesn’t really work out. We jerk and push, but it doesn’t help. We have to start laughing and we have to get away from each other. She sits back, looks at me. I look back.

“It’s too horny with you,” I say.

I look at her, her pretty open face, her firm, round bosom, her flat stomach, her shaved cunt that sits like a glove on my shaved cock, the tense tendons and muscles of her thighs.

“It doesn’t help,” she says, standing up. “You have to do me from behind.”

She stands against the wall, ensures a firm stand and stretches her butt towards me. I grab it, position my thick, shiny glans at her labia and push my thick truncheon into her with a strong, but not too fast push. She pushes her behind towards me. I start bumping her, fucking. Faster and faster. My pelvis claps at her butt. I watch myself fucking her. How my fat, long shaft rattles into and out of her tight mouth. As the juice I shot into her gut, run out of it, onto my rod and smear it. My upper body bends backwards, my lower body pushes forward. We moan.

“Damn, I can’t hold it anymore,” I moan.

In response, I get a pressed “Yes, yes!” and a slap on the side of my buttocks. Then another one and one more. I slap, push and squirt.

I press my twitching, squirting cock as deep as possible into her fuck grotto. She pushes against it in order to have all my hard flesh in her. She moans and whimpers softly as she is shaken by her orgasm. I bend over, hug her from behind, put my hands around her bosom and kiss her on the back. She reaches behind us and caresses my butt. Then we straighten up, my cock slips out of it, my sperm dripping on the ground. We turn to each other, look deep into each other’s eyes and kiss each other.

Then she breaks away from me, looks at me again and says, “I’m Katrin!”

“Tom.”

“Breakfast, Tom?”

“Absolutely!” I answer.

I kiss her and stroke her smooth, dripping cunt, into which I slide one or two of my fingers. She breaks away from me.

“You know what I mean!”

“Of course!”

She grabs my cock, presses it lovingly, looks at it first and then at me and says, “until later!”

She lurks out of the door, apparently the air is clean. As she rushes out, she turns briefly to me and I manage to pull my pelvic floor muscles together in time, so that my half-stiff, still powerful-looking schwanz beckons her to say goodbye. She smiles and as she disappears on her side in the shower, I hear her singing loudly:

“I want it, I want it so bad
I want it, can’t get you outta my head
I want it, I want it so bad
I want it…
I want it in the bedroom, I want it on the floor
I wanna make it naked, I want it hardcore
I like it big and juicy, I want it sweet and tough
I love to bussy bussy, I just can’t get enough.”
(I Want It Lyrics – Performed by Groove Coverage)

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As a teenager delivering pizza, I’d heard all the ‘stories’, which for the most part was all they were; about the delivery boys showing up at someone’s door only to be met by a young, attractive, very naked woman. In the short period of time that I actually delivered pizza, I never once experienced anything even remotely close to something like that.

Years later, now working as a postal carrier, I’d heard the urban legends of the same type of stories, though usually on a much grander scale. Once again, during the five-year period that I spent delivering the mail, I never once encountered any such thing. Oh sure, I’d seen a few scantily clad women working out in their yards, some of which even made an effort to say hello, greeting me warmly as I handed them their mail. But the truth was, I never saw a naked woman, even in passing. Nor did anyone really flirt, or proposition me as I concluded my appointed rounds.

“Neither rain, nor sleet nor snow….nor a sexy, bare-assed naked beauty will keep me from my appointed rounds.” I mused to myself as I enjoyed a beautifully warm summer day delivering the mail.

I’d recently been given a new route as the regular guy had retired. In a way, it was almost like being given a promotion, as it was a much easier route to deliver than those I had been doing. It was also in a much higher classed, upper neighborhood where everyone seemed to own BMW’s, Jaguars, or Cadillac’s.

I’d only been delivering this new area for a couple of weeks, just getting familiarized with everything when I had my very first ‘experience’, though some might say it really didn’t count. The way I figured it though, anything that resulted in my seeing something I wasn’t supposed to, counted. Even if it wasn’t a direct come-on or “urban legend” flirtation.

Nearing the end of my day’s deliveries, I had one last grouping of homes to deliver to. Parking my delivery van at the bottom of the street as I always did, I’d make my way up the long circular row of expensive homes, eventually working my way back to the van where I’d usually end my day well within the allotted time given me to have done so.

Just as I reached the halfway point in this semi-circular delivery, I’d started up the rather long walk towards the porch of a home that would easily have fit three of mine inside it. Two fairly tall hedgerows framed either side of the walkway as I approached. Because of that, I was totally unaware that anyone was working outside in the yard until I reached the mailbox near the door. Obviously, ‘she’ heard me as I passed by, standing up, addressing me as I did. Startled slightly, I spun towards the sound of her voice, dropping a couple of the catalogs I’d been carrying.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” she said apologetically.

She was tall for a woman, taller than I was anyway by a couple of inches or so. She had long brown hair, though at the moment it was all twisted into a knot on top of her head. Almost immediately I took in the fact that she was wearing a pair of Levi short’s that had been purposely cut, almost a little too short, revealing a pair of very long, shapely legs. But it was her bountiful breasts that I really had trouble keeping my eyes off of. She wore a loose fitting blouse, obviously something she felt comfortable wearing while working out in the yard. With one more button undone than was probably necessary, exposing a great deal of rather tempting cleavage. I wondered briefly if it had come undone by itself, with her unaware that had. Or…that she for whatever reason, enjoyed purposely showing off those magnificent full breasts. I decided on the latter.

I laughed at her comment to me. “No problem. It’s the dogs sneaking up on me from behind that I have to worry about. Not the women.”

Somehow that didn’t come out the way I’d intended it to. She laughed causing me to blush slightly. As she did, I saw one of the magazine’s I had dropped, suddenly flipping a bunch of pages as a mild breeze blew through it. Several of those loose post-card things suddenly began tumbling out and blowing across the yard. As I stooped over to retrieve them along with the magazine, she did the same. When she did, I got my very first “this one counts” view down her blouse at those lovely breasts. Braless, those twin beauties hung there briefly before my eyes. Gazing at those soft slopes, each capped with a slightly darker patch of skin hinting at even more lovely looking nipples, I had to force myself to look away in an effort to actually retrieve the magazines.

When I did, I caught her looking at me. She had to have known what I’d been looking at as I felt my face redden even more deeply. Having somehow snared the magazine, I automatically held it out to her. Looking at it as I did, she let out a brief laugh. Flustered enough as it was, I looked at it myself and saw that it was opened to a rather racy advertisement of a woman standing there wearing a sheer, lacy bra. About all I could do was look stupid and grin.

“Thank you,” she said taking it from me. gaziantep escort “Sure is a hot one isn’t it?”

I was still looking at the advertisement. “Yeah…I guess you could say that,” I replied, realizing she was talking about the weather and not the photo I’d been staring at. She laughed, this time making it obvious that she knew I hadn’t been discussing the weather.

“It is amazing how far they’ve come in advertising. It hasn’t been that long since they couldn’t even show a woman wearing a bra on TV.”

Feeling foolish, I continued to look stupid, still grinning. That, and glance towards her breasts as I did. Another button had come undone, and now I could see the edge of one of those dark nipples’s winking at me.

“Well, I’d better get going,” I said nervously beginning to turn away.

“Sure you wouldn’t like something cold to drink first?” she offered.

I had a cold bottle of water waiting for me back in the van. I watched as she removed a handkerchief from her back pocket, using it to dab at the glistening sheen of perspiration that had gathered between her breasts.

“I need to finish my route first,” I told her evasively, having no intention of returning.

I was forty-five minutes ahead of schedule. At worst, it would take me another fifteen minutes to finish. She smiled, her breasts heaved with each breath, even they seemed to be smiling at me.

“By the way…my names Samantha, though everyone calls me Sam.”

“Nice to meet you Samantha…Sam,” I corrected. “Call me Brian”.

I remembered looking at her mail. Everything had been addressed to an “S. Davis”. I wondered if the “S” stood for “Samantha, or Sam”.

“I’m recently divorced,” she said, answering my unasked question.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be…he was a real shit. He got what he deserved,” she added with a wicked smile on her face. “That’s what I got for being a good little wife. Well…no more,” she said with finality in her voice, though I considered her comment, wondering if there was some hidden meaning behind it.

“You like iced tea? Lemonade?”

“Either one would be great,” I told her, though I was thinking I might need something a little stronger, like a Long Island iced tea as nervous as I was feeling at the moment.

“See you in a few then?” she questioned, pressing for my commitment.

“Sure. I’ll be back just as soon as I can finish up.”

“Good. Just come around back,” Sam told me. “I’ll be out on the patio with our drinks.”

Glancing at my watch, I literally sprinted the remainder of my deliveries, finishing in record-breaking time. I felt a little silly pulling my mail truck into her driveway, but figured I wouldn’t be there all that long. And anyone seeing it parked there would merely assume I was making a special delivery of some sort.

Walking around back as she’d instructed me to do, I was surprised to see her waiting for me. Not that she was, but that she had changed clothes, now wearing an even more revealing bikini. The fact that there was a beautiful, rather large pool didn’t make seeing her in that attire any easier. I felt awkward as hell, especially sitting next to her in my Postal Carrier uniform.

“Would you like to go for a swim?” she asked.

I was tempted. Tempted as hell. And even not having any swim trunks obviously, didn’t register with me at the time.

“Ah…no thanks. Maybe another time,” I replied sheepishly.

“Was she coming on to me? Or was she simply being nice?” I thought silently. At the moment, I really had no idea for sure what she was doing.

She asked me about myself. How long had I been at the Post Office? Did I like it? Was I married? Any kids etc. I answered all of her questions truthfully; surprised she seemed genuinely interested in me.

“Coming up on six years now,” I said. “Some days better than others.” I’d said smiling. “No…not married, though I had been engaged once.” Which basically answered the kids question without really responding.

Sam shifted in her chair, extending her legs a little. The movement of which drew my attention to them briefly of course. As she did, I saw the material of her bikini bottoms tightly clinging to her crotch, outlining in ways that made all rationalization of what I was staring at seem unimportant. Clearly outlined, wonderfully defined, her neither lips looked puffy, swollen…forming a perfect ‘V’ with the briefest outline of her pubic hair pressing against the thin material of her bright red bikini bottoms.

I had hardly touched my drink really. She’d made iced tea. I hated iced tea, but wasn’t about to tell her that.

“It really is a hot one?” Isn’t it?” Sam said standing up. My eyes followed her movement as she walked over towards the pool. “Sure you don’t care to join me?” she asked almost teasingly.

I smiled, nodding my head “no”. I expected that she would in all likelihood walk around to the other side of the pool at the far end where the diving board was. Which she did. I sat there preparing to watch her, secretly admiring those sun-tanned, incredibly long legs and that heart-shaped ass, made even more so by the bright red material of her swim wear.

What I didn’t expect, now watching, as she reached around behind herself, undoing the bikini top still heading towards the diving board. Sam nonchalantly tossed it off to one side. Though I couldn’t as yet see her breasts, I knew that momentarily, I was about to. The thought of which caused my cock to lurch excitedly inside my pants. Sam wasn’t through shocking me though. When she reached the end of the pool, finally turning, allowing me to see those twin treasures, she once again stopped before climbing the three-step ladder to the board. Bending over, she shimmied out of the bottoms, tossing them somewhere behind her, and then stepped up onto the diving board. I took a rather long pull on the iced tea, not even tasting it as I sat there staring at her.

She ‘posed’ momentarily on the end of the board, bouncing slightly, which in turn bounced her tits wonderfully.

“I hate wearing a wet suit,” she informed me, calling out to me across the length of the yard as though that explained everything.

“Why bother even wearing one?” I asked myself, continuing to see her testing the bounce on the board, which in turn allowed me to enjoy the bounce of her chest once again.

Satisfied, she took a few steps backwards, stopped, running forward, hitting the end of the board perfectly. For a brief moment, she hung suspended mid-air, looking much like a beautiful bird having just taken flight, now spreading her wings. As gravity took over, she descended into the pool making hardly a ripple as she entered the water. Just seeing her incredibly beautiful nude form slicing through water the way she did was breathtaking in itself. Before I knew what I was doing, I had stood and was clapping as she swam over towards my end of the pool.

“That was incredible!” I exclaimed as I offered her my hand, helping her up and out of the water. She took it, smiling at me.

“Thank you. I used to be on the diving team in college,” she informed me. “Though it has been a few years since I was.”

“Could have fooled me,” I told her. “You did that perfectly.”

I was still holding her hand even though she had stepped completely out of the pool by this time. Glancing over towards the table, I followed her gaze, realizing she was looking at the folded towels she had placed there. I let go of her hand as she walked towards it, picking one of them up and began drying her hair. I was somewhat surprised she hadn’t used one in which to cover herself with. Not wanting to appear too obvious about my looking at her, I quickly made my way back to my seat and my near empty glass of iced tea.

“Would you like another?” she asked.

“Ah…sure.”

“Why don’t you follow me inside while I make some more then?” she asked, turning, heading back inside the house without waiting for a response from me.

Without a further word, I obediently did so. Watching that gorgeous naked ass as she entered the house reminded me that I was “aroused”, and I quickly glanced down, horrified to discover not only a very obvious bulge protruding from in front of my slacks, but an equally obvious ‘wet-spot’ pointing directly to the accusing area.

“Fuck!” I said softly, catching myself, wondering as I did if I’d said it a little too loudly.

And I had.

“Something wrong?”

I thought I detected a hint of a snicker in her tone of voice as I hurriedly caught up to her, placing myself purposely behind the counter as she walked around the opposite side of it finally facing me.

Not knowing what else to say to even attempt to hide the obvious…I lied.

“I must have spilled some of my iced-tea,” I told her feeling my face turning crimson.

Knowing full well where the supposed spill was, I watched in abject horror, mixed with a little nervous delight as Sam raised herself up on the counter, bracing her arms, pushing upwards to peer over the edge of it down towards me. She was grinning of course. Which didn’t help matters. Though seeing those near perfect breasts suddenly swaying too and froe in front of me helped a little.

“How bad?” she questioned, looking.

“Not real bad…I’ll live,” I said glibly.

“Maybe you’d better take them off so I can rinse them out before they stain,” she said seriously. “Tea stains are a lot harder to get out than people realize. Though other types of stains are no problem at all,” she said looking at me directly a hint of a knowing smile spreading across her face.

“Did she know? Was I that stupid to think that she didn’t?”

“No really…I’ll be fine,” I countered.

Samantha however procured a clean washcloth, immediately wetting it and then coming from around her side of the counter.

“Well at least let me rub it a little.”

“What did you say?” I half stammered.

“Rub the spot out a little,” she completed, just then reaching me.

Before I could even say another word in protest, she was dabbing at the spot in a circular motion with the cloth.

“This should help.”

“Yeah…help make it worse.” I said to myself. Which of course it did. The ‘spot’ not only got bigger as she applied tap water to it, but so did the bulge in my pants.

“Really…you should let me remove these.”

Almost immediately, she began doing so before I could respond. Somehow I’d swallowed my tongue. As I felt her undoing my belt buckle, unzipping my pants, my erection sprang free like a cobra preparing to strike.

“Oh god!” I exclaimed in embarrassment.

“Well! What do we have here?” I heard her ask. But before I could say anything, I felt her velvet mouth suddenly encompass my shaft.

In one fluid motion, Sam engulfed me, drawing my hot-throbbing prick deeply between those smoothly sucking lips. I felt her hand cupping my balls, kneading them as softly as bread-dough as she fondled me, sucking me simultaneously. I next heard her giggle around my cock as my knees buckled.

“Would you like to come with me?” she asked.

Once again I wondered if I’d heard her right. Though at this point it really wouldn’t have made any difference either way. As it was, I merely nodded my head yes to whichever question she’d actually asked me.

Standing up, releasing my prick with her mouth, she exchanged it for her hand however, leading me down the hall towards what I could only suppose was her bedroom. Which it was of course.

Sam crawled up into the spacious four-poster bed, beckoning to me. “Why don’t you take off your clothes?” she mewed suggestively. And of course, I did that too.

In seconds, I was beside her on the bed where we found ourselves in a side by side, ’69’ position. As her mouth once again claimed my penis and began teasing it with tiny little nips and suckings, I probed her equally wet glistening split with the tip of my tongue, hearing a very satisfied moan as it escaped her lips, caressing my prick while I in turn tickled her clit with my tongue, amazed at how slick and juicy she was. Capturing her clit with my lips, sucking it like an extended nipple, I placed my finger between the lips of her femininity, feeling them adhere to it, sticking to it like glue. Her nectar was not only sweet to the taste, but frothy rich as my finger played in it, causing erotic, sensual squishy sounds to begin emanating from between her lips.

I probed her with my index finger, feeling her quim sucking my finger inside, like her mouth was currently doing to my prick. Her juices continued to flow freely, running down the inside of her thigh, soaking not only my face, but the sheets beneath us. Soon, her ass was smeared in this rich coating and I began to gently toy with the tiny puckered opening I found there. Tentatively at first, “testing the waters” so to speak, I then included my middle finger as I pressed it gingerly against that opening. I felt her stiffen slightly as she became aware of my explorations. The fact that she didn’t warn me off, allowing me my ‘play’, I continued.

“Oh god…that feels good,” she moaned softly around my cock.

“I’ll say,” I said simply, the flat of my tongue still probing inside her. What she was doing to my prick had forced me to concentrate more fully on what I was doing. The sensation of her lips as she licked, sucked, and caressed my straining shaft was driving me insane with desire and lust for this woman.

A moment later I felt my middle finger slip easily inside her up to the first knuckle. I remained there, teasing the inside of her ass, sucking her clit even more urgently than I had been until I felt her tiny contraction relax slightly. When it did, I pressed inside her a little deeper until my entire middle finger slid inside the opening of her ass. Here, I left it, unmoving for a moment until she could again find herself becoming used to the unexpected intrusion of her virginal ass.

Now I probed her pussy more deeply, more exploratory with my index finger until the sensation of having two fingers situated side by side, separated by only the thinnest membrane of tissue, finally registered within her mind.

“Oh fuck…that feels nice!”

I grinned, licking her clit, sucking it as my fingers began to dance together in perfect harmony with one another. I felt Samantha tense, but it wasn’t a concerned tenseness that seized her, but one of mind-blowing surprise and wonder at the sensation that now accosted her as I began my double fingering of both openings simultaneously.

“Oh Brian! Brian! Please…Oh God, please don’t stop!” she urged me passionately.

I wasn’t about to of course; I could feel her pussy suddenly liquefy even more than it had been already. The fact that her orgasm was upon her before she’d anticipated it to be was a pleasured surprise…for both of us.

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she repeated over and over again. I felt both her cunt, and anal muscles contract as her orgasm ripped through her. As her cry of ecstasy came, I had also captured her clit with my lips, sucking it furiously. Samantha froze as though solid, her back arched, her knees locked as she clenched in a massive seizure of petrified joy.

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In life, everyone dreams of meeting that “perfect” someone. The one person who makes your heart skip a beat every time you see them, the one person who understands everything about you without a word being spoken. A person’s so called “soulmate”.

You can see it in their eyes, you can feel it is their touch, you can hear it in their voice and you can NEVER get enough!!!!

I met my “soulmate” 2 years ago. One hot summer night, by the light of the moon, I approached him. I told him my observations about the two of us. At first, he was taken back (although he did not want to reveal that he was). Once my words “awakened his soul”, our lives have never been the same.

After he thought about my observations of our “chemistry”, our relationship started to evolve, and so did our desire for each other. Suddenly, when we were together, we began exchanging glances that clearly were meant only for each other and no one else. It was as if we had each re-discovered ourselves in body, mind, and soul. The intensity of our feelings for each other was maddening. Neither of us had ever felt this way before. Our first kiss left me feeling dizzy, breathless, and weak…

CHAPTER 2.

We started the evening as we always did. I greeted him at the door with a kiss, gently caressed his hair with my hands, and un-did his tie. He opened the bottle gaziantep escort of wine and poured us each a glass, our favorite being a dry, red merlot.

As always, in the winter months, a glowing fire was burning in the fireplace. The lights were dim. We sat in our loveseat together savoring the wine, staring into each others eyes, and sharing with each other our hectic daytime adventures. Once relaxed from the wine and eager with anticipation to be together again, I could feel his desire building. Just knowing what would come next began to arouse me and he knew just what to do from here…

CHAPTER 3.

I always went out of my way to please him both mentally as well as physically. Now that I had found my “soulmate”, I was not going to let him go. I wanted him to ONLY want me. His wish was my command.

We gently put down our wine glasses and began to kiss. I caressed his hair with my hands. He gently touched my face. I slowly kissed him across his right cheek and then began to lick his right ear occasionally sucking on his ear lobe. He let out a low moan which caused me to instantly get wet. I could not get enough of turning him on. As I continued licking and kissing his ear, I began to unbutton his shirt. He gently pulled me on to his lap. The hardness of his cock against by ass caused me to moan softly into his ear further arousing him.

He next unbuttoned my shirt and began fondling my breasts through my bra with his hand. He knew exactly how to stimulate my breasts and nipples and was always delighted by the response he got. As always, this caused me to melt in his arms allowing him to now take control as I laid my head back on the arm of the loveseat with my shirt off and with one arm around his neck, my ass across his lap, and with one foot on the opposite arm of the loveseat and the other foot on the floor fully displaying my body for his pleasure.

He removed his shirt revealing his irresistible chest and gently lifted up my buttocks while removing his pants. My lower half was covered with a short black mini skirt and black thigh highs. He raised both of my arms above my head with one hand and began rakishly kissing my lips while unhooking my bra and caressing my now achingly stimulated supple breasts.

He next gently laid me on the floor in front of the fire and removed his underpants revealing his dripping cock. He straddled my upper body and continued caressing my breasts as I moaned with pleasure. He began to slide his slick cock between my breasts while pushing my breasts tightly together with his hands moving his cock in a slow, rhythmic motion. By this point, I was so wet that I could feel my juice dripping out of me. I began to move my lower body, but he then locked his legs on top of mine to prevent me from moving as he grinned and moaned with pleasure knowing how bad I wanted him to touch my now soaking wet swollen cunt.

He continued his rhythmic motion with his rock hard cock between my breasts. He held my breasts together with one hand and lifted my head forward with his other hand as I licked and sucked on the head of his cock when it moved forward. He groaned with ecstasy. Just when he knew if he continued, he would cum, he stopped and laid on his side and aggressively continued to caress my breasts and upper body while wildly and deeply kissing me on the lips. I subconsciously reached down to touch my throbbing wet cunt when he grabbed my hand to stop me, wanting to save my wet cunt for his touch only. By this point, I was bucking and moaning loudly as he watched me while thrusting his cock against my upper thigh and tightly squeezing both of my breasts. After one more minute of intense nipple stimulation, I began to cum with the feel of his hard body thrusting against me. His right hand began to quickly slide up along my right thigh and he began to massage my large, dripping wet clit. I let out a scream as he continued to touch me. It was then that he discovered I had no panties on. He smiled and in a moment of passion exclaimed that I was something else and tenderly leaned over and whispered in my ear “I really hate you.”

To be continued…

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He rolled towards her on the futon they were sharing and kissed her. It was the second time they’d kissed in two years. Between the two kisses had been two very messy, painful relationships and a full two years of pent up teenaged sexuality expressing itself. Two years ago, when they had laid on this very futon, Dylan had been shaking when Jayden kissed him, afraid of making a mistake and repulsing the first girl he’d ever been this close to. Since then, though, they had parted and explored their hearts, their bodies, their adulthood, in separate spheres.

They had stayed close friends but kept their most intimate selves for others. Different lovers had broken their hearts, and they had broken other’s hearts as well. How did it come then, he wondered, that they were laying on this same futon again, and he was now kissing her confidently, without a tremble in his body?

It was Jayden’s ass that did it. They were hanging out with friends earlier that night. They’d visited the Wal-mart, the Village Inn, all the 24-hour haunts available to under-21s in their town. In the parking lot on the way back to Jayden’s car a female friend had slapped her ass playfully. The sharp smacking sound it had made got Dylan’s attention, and he couldn’t help but imagine the red glow that must be emanating from the skin under Jayden’s jeans — the blurred outline of a hand, punctuated by the brisk December weather. “Ow,” she had exclaimed, touching the harassed spot herself and slapping her friend back playfully. “That stings!”

After that, Dylan couldn’t stop thinking about it. He was strangely quiet as Jayden drove around the city dropping off the carload of friends, but no one seemed to notice as they were waving their raucous goodbyes. The scattered group of friends and acquaintances had gotten together again for a short reunion after the first semester of college life. After the last old schoolmate had been dropped off, Dylan slipped from the back seat to sit next to Jayden for the last leg of the ride. She turned down the car radio and glanced at him. “Are you coming back to my house?” she asked.

“Sure,” Dylan said. He had hoped she would do this. They had planned to spend some time alone together catching up, but one person after another had called to hang out, and the evening had quickly turned into a group event. Jayden lazily turned into her subdivision and onto her street. She left her car in the driveway and they used the key to the front door to get in so they wouldn’t wake her parents. When they had crept downstairs to the familiar, well-used rec room, she sighed, “It’s so strange to be at home with my parents again. I hate having to worry about them.”

“Tell me about it,” Dylan said. Spending time at home had been unbearable for him in high school, much less now, when he had tasted the ease of freedom for a few months.

The two of them plopped down on the futon and Dylan wrapped his arms around his old friend. When they first met, she had to coax him to do so, prying his arms away from his body so she could snuggle into the hollow of his chest. Now he didn’t feel natural without entangling himself with Jayden a bit. They had meant to catch up and talk about their new lives at school but the conversation didn’t flow as easily as they expected. Dylan got up to get himself a Coke as Jayden unfolded the futon. “I have to sleep on it tonight anyway,” she said. He downed his pop in seconds and they lay down together again. After a few silent moments, he found himself kissing her.

She kissed back immediately, and he was suddenly at ease. Dylan had been half afraid that Jayden would push him away or freak out, but now he knew for sure that they were on the same page. And Jayden seemed to be racing through the book. Before Dylan could get used to the fact that they were making out, Jayden was pulling his shirt off and feeling the warm skin of his chest with the soft pads of her fingers.

Dylan slipped his hands under the oversized t-shirt Jayden had pulled on when they got to her house. She always changed into pajamas when they hung out in her basement. It made him think that her clothes must be particularly binding for her to want to get out of them so quickly, but then he wasn’t complaining. All the better to touch her in.

The kiss was amazing, in Jayden’s opinion. She hadn’t had such a fantastic kiss in a long time. Dylan’s lips were perfectly soft, and his tongue seemed to know exactly where to go. Their mouths flirted, playing with pressure and timing, and she was ecstatic. She really hadn’t been expecting it, but this was the perfect way to perk up her holiday break. Jayden flashed back on all the nights they had spent in her basement during high school, too young or confused or committed to really do anything and she thought, perfect timing. And then she thought, I want more. She broke the kiss to pull of Dylan’s shirt and he whispered, “I’m not sure you know this, but I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

Jayden smiled. “I might have guessed,” she said. His hands touched gaziantep escort the skin under her shirt and traveled across her skin—smooth sailing, she thought. Dylan was always so good with his hands. Jayden remembered one of the first nights after they had started their cuddling rituals, when Dylan had finally gotten the confidence to start initiating touch. She was surprised at how good he was at it, like he had some natural talent at pleasing her skin that didn’t need to be taught. Jayden would lay in his arms, letting Dylan have as much of her body as he was willing to take, while she tried to at least pretend to concentrate on whatever movie they were supposed to be watching without letting her eyes close or roll back in her head with pleasure.

Now Dylan was working the same magic on her body, with two years of practice to boot. She could already feel the muscles between her legs start to tense and swell, and things starting to get just the least bit slippery. Dylan pulled her on top of him so she was straddling his hips, and she let him pull off her shirt and unsnap her bra. Jayden bent down to keep kissing him and her breasts brushed his chest ever so slightly, sending sensations through both of them.

She put her hands on him, felt the warm taught skin of his chest and stomach. His muscles contracted under his skin where she touched him, and she could feel him start to get hard between her legs. Jayden ran her hands down Dylan’s chest to his tight abs and traced the perimeter of his narrow waist. She slid her fingers under the band of his boxers and pulled away from his mouth. She kissed his neck, his collarbone, his chest, as she moved her hand farther into uncharted territory.

Damn, he was thinking. Half-naked Jayden on top of me. He enjoyed the thought for a moment and then he thought, I want more. She was pulling at the button on his fly now, and while she busied herself with it he took the chance to slide his hand into her pants, between her skin and the soft fabric of her underwear. He focused on the hidden skin. It was incredibly soft, and smooth, all the way down to her lips. She felt hot, almost red, and for a moment his mind flashed back to the red mark he had imagined on her ass earlier that night.

Dylan had to force his hand into Jayden’s tight pants, but when he did he was rewarded by the slick wetness between her legs and a soft moan emanating from her throat. She had stopped moving her own hands now, concentrating on his instead, and her hands rested just above the button on his jeans. Dylan struggled to unbutton her pants so he could get some leverage to touch her, but she seemed impatient. He had just gotten her fly unzipped when she shifted and started to pull off her pants herself. Dylan chuckled, “In a hurry?” he asked.

She glared at him, “Well, I’m not one to wait,” she said. Totally naked, he thought. She was still straddling him, her firm, cream-colored breasts hanging inches above his chest, her legs open, and the space between them smooth from waxing, hot, and wet.

She was still impatient. Dylan’s reverie seemed to have taken too much time. Jayden leaned over, her breast brushing his chest again, and whispered in his ear, “Touch me.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. He slid his hands up the inside of her thighs- they were so soft, it felt like she was wearing tight silk over them. His hands reached her cunt and she drew in breath. He slid two of his fingers between her lips and felt the wetness that he had caused in her. His fingers slipped inside her easily. He didn’t push far or hard, just tested the waters by letting the tips of his fingers slide in and out of her. Jayden groaned into his ear and licked the edge of its lobe.

He lingered for a moment outside of her, sliding his fingers up and down between her clit and her vagina, hardly letting himself enter her. She bit his ear. Dylan laughed a little, then plunged his fingers deep inside her. Her head dropped by his ear as she moaned loudly. Her fingers grabbed tufts of his hair and a shudder went through him as she pulled at his scalp in pleasure. He thrust his fingers into her again and she let out another moan.

Dylan had always thought she would be loud, but hearing it in the flesh had its definite benefits. He felt immediately addicted to the sounds she made, and he fucked her harder with his fingers just to hear her make them. “More,” Jayden said, “I want more of you.” He put three fingers inside her. Her pussy was tight around his fingers, and he slipped in and out of her with ease because she was so wet. All Dylan could think of was how much he wanted to come inside her, feel that tightness around his dick while she moaned in his ear. But that would never happen, not with Jayden.

After a few more seconds, she seemed impatient again. She pulled his fingers away from her and then started to take his pants off. After she had thrown them on the floor beside the futon, she moved back up his body, her hips over his hard dick and her mouth on his. Then he started to get nervous, “Jade, what are you doing? Wasn’t there supposed to be some kind of pants rule you observed?”

Jayden laughed, but when she saw the worry in Dylan’s eyes she stopped. “Yeah, I had one in high school,” she said. “A lot has changed since then.”

“I just don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret later,” he said. “Remember how you always talked about how you wanted the first time to be special and in love and stuff?”

“Oh God, Dylan,” Jade sighed, “Look, I don’t want to have sex with you, ok? I’m just playing. You can trust me to protect myself, don’t worry, ok?”

“Ok,” he replied, still unsure.

“Dylan,” she said, sternly, “Seriously, I’m fine with this ok? Just trust me.”

“Alright,” Dylan said. He pushed himself onto his elbows and pulled Jayden’s head down to kiss her.

She ran her hands down his chest and hips again as she kissed him back, their tongues flirting. She reached between his legs to reassure him about her confidence in the situation, but pulled away from his kiss. “I’ve gotten you all out of the mood,” she worried. Then she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “We’ll see what I can do about that.”

She ran her fingers between his legs, around his dick, under his balls and at the same time ran her tongue down his chest. She reached his hips and then lifted her head. She lingered over him and trailed the length of his penis with her tongue, base to tip and back again. Dylan started to feel his blood pulse again. Jayden looked up at him, her eyes big and intense. “I’m gonna suck you off now,” She smiled and bit her lip. She took his hands. “Put your hands in my hair,” she said. Dylan entangled his fingers in her soft golden locks and she took his dick between her lips. He put his head back as Jayden forced him deep inside her mouth, hot and wet like he knew her cunt would feel, but not as tight. She ran her tongue around the head of his dick while it was still inside her.

Jayden felt him getting harder and bigger in her mouth. Felatio had never been one of her strongest suits, and she felt her jaw start to ache after a few minutes. She was getting even more turned on despite herself. Every time Dylan jerked her hair in response to her tongue, a hot shocking shudder traveled from her scalp through her chest and ended between her legs with a rush of heat and excitement. Just as she was starting to hear Dylan moan in time with her movement, the pain in her mouth got to be too much. “Damnnit,” she said. “I’m sorry, I just can’t anymore.” Dylan seemed somewhat disoriented. “What? Oh, Jade, it’s ok kitten.” He sighed heavily.

Jayden looked at him dejectedly. “No, no it’s not. This isn’t what I want.” She kissed him firmly, searching his mouth and pressing his tongue into action aggressively. “Just wait,” she said. She went to the corner where her suitcase had been planted for her stay home and pulled a condom out of the side compartment. She hopped back on the futon next to Dylan and ripped open the package with her teeth. She laughed. “Good thing I’m prepared,” she said.

As she rolled the condom over Dylan’s stiff cock he stopped her hand. “Jade,” he said, “I thought you said you wouldn’t…” She stopped him with a finger over his mouth. She leaned close to his face, breathing her hot, sweet breath on his neck. “Listen,” she said, no joking in her voice, “I know what I want right now. It might not have been what I wanted in high school, but it’s what I want now. I want you to fuck me, sleep with me, make love to me, whatever, I just want you inside me. Now. If that’s not what you want, you’re welcome to stop me, ok? But I know what I want, and this is it.”

Dylan pulled Jayden’s head away from him so he could see her eyes. They sat, locked in a gaze for a second, then he took her hand and put it back on his cock. She rolled the condom over his hard flesh. He held her by the waist and rolled her onto her back. He kept his eyes on hers, his deep brown eyes meeting her blue ones, never faltering. His hands moved down her firm legs, the smoothness of her skin sliding beneath his palms. He hooked his hands under her knees and pulled her legs up, leaning against them so the backs of her knees rested against his chest and his dick hung directly over her. He wrapped his hands under her waist and pulled her onto him, keeping eye contact with her as he entered her.

She was still wet- so wet and hot and deliciously tight that he wanted to fuck her into oblivion right then. But he didn’t. He penetrated her slowly, pulling her body as far onto him as he could each time. Finally, after what seemed like an excruciatingly long time, she broke the eye contact, looking up and stretching her arms above her head to grab at the edge of the futon mattress. She whispered, ever so quietly, “Dylan, please.”

He released himself onto her then. Holding her body still, he pounded her hard and fast. She seemed to let go of herself too, her fingers gripping the mattress until her nails were white, and her moans growing louder and louder with every thrust. “Deeper, please,” she moaned. Dylan leaned farther over her, flexing her legs against her own body as he tried to give her what she wanted. Jayden found the armrest of the futon and pushed her arms against it, forcing herself against Dylan as he pushed against her.

Dylan would have kept fucking her like that all night, but he was already exhausted. Cursing himself for not being more in shape, he pushed himself deep inside Jayden and held himself there, taking a minute to regain his breath. She was breathing hard too. “Thank God you got tired,” she sighed, “I thought I was going to have to stop you so I wouldn’t totally collapse.”

Dylan laughed and pressed himself against her lightly. Jayden bit her lip and sighed. She let her legs drop from his shoulders, his cock still penetrating her. He brushed a piece of her hair off of her face. Her whole body was glistening with sweat and her hair was a messy halo around her face. The two of them smelled like sweat and sex and kissing, and seeing her in this disheveled animal state sent another rush of desire through him. She was watching his eyes and she could see the gears in his brain working. She pulled herself up and away from him and pushed him over. “Sit up,” she said. He rolled over and sat up in front of her, watching her stretch and desperately wanting to be inside her again.

She stood up on the futon and put one foot on each side of his legs. He caressed her calves with both hands, then ran his hands up her legs, viewing her entire succulent body from below. Jayden knelt on one knee, then both, letting her thighs and stomach slide against Dylan’s chest. She leaned down and kissed him, and reached for his dick. “Touch me while you fuck me,” she said, and used her other hand to place one of his on her body. Then she let herself slide onto him, her weight pushing him into her effortlessly. Dylan watched her face as she fucked herself on his engorged cock, watched each penetration cross her face with an expression somewhere between surprise and ecstasy.

He held her body with both hands, caressing her torso, cupping her firm, heavy breasts, teasing the tight knots of her nipples with his fingertips. Dylan brought her skin to his lips and moaned into it, breathing harder as she moved faster and harder above him. He put one hand behind him on the mattress and pushed himself up against her every time she came down onto him. He could hear her breathing quicken, a tiny shudder escaping her mouth with each breath. “Can you come with me?” she whispered to him.

“Yeah,” he moaned back, “Just keep going.” He put both hands on her waist and pulled her down onto him as fast and hard as the two of them could move together. As he started to come, he pulled her down even harder, his fingers gripping her sides as if he had to hold on to keep from falling.

Hearing Dylan start to come put Jayden over the edge. She put her head forward, her hair brushing his shoulders, and let her body release a succession of ecstatic shudders. She rocked her body forward so she could feel his dick pressing against her clit and let the hot waves of orgasm flow over her body. When she couldn’t last any longer, she fell back against the futon, panting hard.

Dylan pulled off the condom and collapsed next to her. They lay there for a while, gaining back some of the strength spent in their play. When Jayden climbed over him to grab her clothes, he watched her bend to pick them up, that perfect round ass greeting him with new waves of desire. He got up quietly, pretending to look for his own clothes, and sneaked over to the suitcase, pulling out another condom. He slipped it on silently, just as Jayden was pulling on her pants.

“Not so fast,” he said, walking up behind her and pulling them down again. She had been bent over a desk fumbling with her zipper. “I’m not done with you yet,” he insisted. “Put your hands on the desk.” She glanced back at him suspiciously, but did what he said. He ran his fingers between her legs, feeling the still wet cunt he had come inside less than an hour before. Dylan put his fingers inside her again and she moaned just a little when he did it. He stroked her back with the other hand, pushing her down a little more so he could see her better from behind. He caressed that soft, plump ass with both hands and then he put himself inside her again, his hands on the front of her hips, pulling himself into her.

Jayden let out a long low moan, too tired to push against him, she closed her eyes and enjoyed his body moving against hers, the flow of pressure inside her body sending waves of sensation through her torso. He reached around her and cupped her breasts, playing with her hard nipples as she moaned more and more audibly. She reached between her own legs, feeling his dick come in and out of her, stroking her clitoris in time with his motions. She felt herself coming again, as her moans continued louder and more urgently, and she felt the same familiar waves of sensation flooding her insides. Completely exhausted, she let herself collapse on the desk. Dylan pulled out of her and rubbed her back. “You ok?” he asked.

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The day after Thanksgiving, 7am, and here she was, sitting at her dressing table. She was hardly able to believe that she, Sara, was actually getting ready to go to work. So much had happened in her life, in this terrible year of 2003.

The loss of her dear husband Harry, in that horrific train crash in January had devastated her. The driver had fallen asleep at the controls, and 56 people had perished as they commuted to work. Her world had collapsed around her; she was so lucky to have her son, Harry Jr. to help her through the trauma. The air force had been very good, giving him compassionate leave, considering the events unfolding in Iraq. Poor Harry had been at the front of the train, and they said he died instantly, as it ploughed into the express, not that that helped Sara much, but at least she knew he didn’t suffer.

Those early months of the year were the worst she had ever known, her life empty, and she, almost devoid of feeling. The inquiry was very traumatic, bringing everything back to her, but at least it was now over. The driver would not be a free man for many years, and the compensation, plus Harry’s insurance, had left her very comfortable. The only problem now, was that she was dreading Christmas, she had never in her life been alone at Christmas. Harry Jr. was in Iraq still, a Tomcat pilot, and there was no way he could get leave.

Sara had thought about it for a while, and eventually decided to try and get a little job for the holidays, something to occupy her, and help her through. The local toy store had advertised, a person to sell the tickets, for the children to go into Santa’s grotto, starting the day after Thanksgiving. It seemed perfect for her, nothing too taxing, and she would be around children whom she loved. She missed Harry terribly, the friendship, the companionship, and the love, she would still lie in bed at night crying, praying that he would appear, take her in his arms, and make love to her again. She missed his lovemaking more than anything, he knew just how to turn her on, just a word, and she was aroused. The toys that they played with were still in the bedside table, she had looked at them many times since January, but it was so hard. She knew that she had to move on, start to live again, and she hoped, that maybe, just maybe, this was her opportunity.

At 8am, Sara was sitting in the human resources office at the store, with a man of approximately her own age, 45, and two younger ladies, girls really, students she guessed. The head of the department was explaining the protocol and procedures, and passing them handouts, all part of the induction process. The introductions were made, the man being called Dave, was to be Santa, for the next four weeks almost. The two young girls, Anna, and Nikki, were to be his elves. The first day passed so quickly for Sara, it was very busy, and she hardly had a moment to herself, apart from her lunch break, when she sat alone in the cafeteria, Sara was exhausted by the time the store closed at 6, but she felt good. So many happy smiling children had spoken to her that day, she felt that she achieved something, and that this was just the start.

As the holiday season progressed, and the first days of December passed by, the four of them got into a routine, and, they were a good team, knitting together well. Working from 9 till 5, with an hour for lunch at 1 each day. They started sitting together at lunch on a regular basis, and Sara liked the two young girls. Yes they were a little brash and loud at times, but then, so had she been at that age. What did surprise her though, was there openness about sex, they would discuss it so frankly, and how she wished her youth had been like that. And sometimes, even though her and Harry had shared an open and varied sex life, they surprised her. Dave said very little at first, he seemed a shy man, slightly withdrawn, but gradually, he too began to open up. He was recently divorced, and because of that had become unemployed, due to the fact the business he and his wife had run, had been sold. He said he had taken this job, just to pass the time, and get him through Christmas, until the New Year. Sara told him she could understand that, there being certain parallels with her own situation. In the privacy of her own home in the evenings, she realised what a nice man Dave really was, she began to wonder about him, but quickly dismissed the thoughts, he would not be interested in her.

On the Saturday two weeks before Christmas, Dave did not join them for lunch, saying he had some shopping to do. Anna and Nikki were their usual bright bouncy selves, in the green elves uniforms, laughing and joking. They had no idea how just being with them, was so infectious for Sara, how they lifted her spirits, even if they did treat her like a surrogate Mom at times. Always asking for advice, about boyfriends, and gifts for their families. Sara did not mind at all, if anything it made her feel wanted, something that had been sadly missing from her life recently. The girls had been whispering as Sara gaziantep escort ate her lunch, which they did occasionally, but on this day, they pulled Sara into the conversation. Anna asking Sara’s opinion on swallowing, when she was giving her boyfriend a blowjob. Telling her that she was unsure, afraid of gagging and being sick, or catching something.

Sara smiled to herself, remembering the taste of Harry, when he came in her mouth, or on her tits, watching as she rubbed it in, and then licked her fingers. She explained quietly to them both, how wonderful it was to swallow your man’s cum, what a gift it was to him. Telling them the joy of feeling it slipping down her throat, the taste of him, the delicious salty flavours. They stared at her in shock, when she told them about pineapples, unable to believe, that if he ate one during the day, he would later taste of it. They set off in a fit off giggles, laughing about ordering a dozen pineapples for Christmas. Sara smiled at them, and assured them it was true, she knew from personal experience. From then on, Sara became their personal sexual counsellor almost, every day; they would come to her in her ticket office, whispering questions to her.

Dave meanwhile was the complete opposite, he was great with the children, when doing his Santa act, but very reserved in conversation. Sara, who was coming out of her shell now, thanks to Anna and Nikki, decided, that at the right moment, she would try to help him if possible. The opportunity came a few days later, when the girls went out for lunch, and he and Sara shared their table alone. Surprising even herself, she just came straight out with it, asking if something was bothering him, as he seemed quite low. At first he didn’t want to talk about it, telling her he was fine, just a little under the weather, but Sara knew better. Letting him know, that if there ever was something wrong, she was a good listener, and it always helped to get things off your chest. Slowly but surely he opened up to her, admitting that he was low, and quite unhappy in fact. The reason being his ex wife was getting married in a few days, to the man she had run off with, Dave’s best friend.

Sara was at first a little taken aback, but soon recovered her composure, letting him now he was not alone, and if he needed to talk, or a shoulder, she would be there. She too was alone, she reminded him, and knew exactly how difficult it was, but, she, and he, had to move on, and not live in the past. He smiled, agreeing, telling her that he knew this was so, but it was hard, very hard. Sara gave him her phone number, telling him softly, that if it got real bad, he could always call her, and they could talk it through. By the time the two girls returned, he was smiling, if only a little, but he was smiling. The afternoon passed fairly quickly, many children smiling happily as they passed through the grotto, much to Sara’s delight. Then as they were leaving for the day, Dave stopped her just inside the door, and hugged her, whispering as he did so, thanking her for what she had said to him. Then, just as quickly, he was gone, off into the dark December night.

That evening Sara sat in her chair after dinner, quietly contemplating her new life, as she now called it. Realising that the two short weeks of working at the store had already changed her. Meeting so many new people during the day, interacting with them. The children, parents, and grandparents too, it gave her such a warm feeling, the holidays always seemed to bring out the best in people. Then there was Anna and Nikki, who she supposed, had stunned her really, with their open sexuality, admitting that they slept together occasionally, and both being bi-sexual. They were even thinking of inviting a boyfriend to join them one night; and truthfully, she hoped they would, as long as they told her all about it afterwards. They had been responsible also, for a small resurgence in her sexual feelings, twice in the past week; she had sat on the bed, and opened “their” drawer, looking at the toys. But she could not bring herself to use them, there were so many memories there, even thinking about them made the tears well up.

And that left Dave, Sara felt sad for him, knowing in a way what he was going through, and wishing that she could help him. Ease the pain, and lift his spirit again, the poor guy was so down. She looked at the clock, just before 9, far too early for bed, that the left the TV, and the inane meanderings of what passed for entertainment now. She rose from the chair, crossing to the TV, when the phone rang. Turning away from the TV, she picked up the phone, wondering, and hoping that it was her son, then realising it could not be, due to the distance and time difference. Before she could even say hello, Dave spoke to her, apologising for ringing, but obviously in a highly charged state, and very emotional. He told her that he had just had a call from his ex-wife, taunting him, telling him how good in bed this new man was, and that he was a failure. Sara knew instinctively that he had been crying, and probably still was, and tried to think quickly on what to say to him. She told Dave that his wife did not really mean it; she was just being spiteful, trying to hurt him for her own pleasure. Suggesting to him, that he put the phone down if she called again, or asked the phone company to block her from calling him. Gradually he calmed down, even if he did pour his heart out to Sara, telling her he found it easier to talk on the phone, not as embarrassing to admit he was a failure.

Sara stopped him, telling him he was not a failure, bur a fine upstanding handsome man, and he was to stop thinking otherwise. He needed to think instead about the future, his future, get a game plan, and stick to it. Forget his wife, her spite, and her unfaithfulness. Eventually he agreed in a way, saying that he knew she was right, and asking if she minded talking again sometime, when he was a little less upset. Sara told him they could talk anytime he desired, all he had to do was ask. She never did watch the TV that night, instead sitting in her chair, wondering, not just about Dave and his future, but her own as well. In two weeks it would be Christmas Eve, and at 4pm on that day, the job ended. What then she thought, what then?

Sara awoke with a start, at 6am the next morning, it was dark, she felt cold, and turned on the bedside light. As she looked, she realised, the quilt was not covering her, and it was on the floor. Not only that, her nightie was gathered around her waist. She was confused a little, until it slowly came back to her. The dream. For some inexplicable reason, she had been in the store, late at night, long after closing time. Wearing only a loose tee shirt, which she was trying to pull down, to cover her nakedness, The lights were on in Santa’s Grotto, not the normal subdued coloured ones, but almost full daylight it seemed as she approached. She stepped inside, and the first thing she saw was Anna and Nikki, going 69 with each other on the floor.

Then she heard Dave call her name, and looked up, to see that he was sitting in Santa’s sleigh, wearing all the costume, and waving to her. She waved back, still trying to stretch her T-shirt to cover her sex, and watched in disbelief, as Dave opened his coat. He was naked underneath, and holding his cock, smiling at her. She could not stop herself from looking at it; it had been so long since she had seen one in the flesh so to speak. He was bigger than Harry, maybe 7 inches to Harry’s five and a half, and thicker too. She suddenly wanted him, and went to move towards him, but she couldn’t, her feet seemed locked in place. Then everything changed, the two girls were in the sleigh with him, kneeling either side of his legs. They now had their elf uniforms on, and were licking his cock and balls, as they looked at her smiling. They told her that they were going to suck his cock to make him cum, and then let him fuck them both, any way that he wanted. Sara stood there, still trying to cover her pussy, as she watched them. Sucking him, rubbing his hard shaft up and down, faster and faster, as he lay there, moaning. Dave’s eyes closed, as his body tensed, and he came with a roar, a growl so loud it shook the room. His cum spurted from his cock, a jet so strong, it crossed the room, screaming towards her, as she stood 12 feet away. She felt it hit her, hot and sticky, onto her hand, and her bush, she tried to wipe her hand on her T-shirt, and that was the moment that she had woken.

She could still feel his cum on her, even though she knew it was a dream, and moved her hand to her bush, to wipe it off. It was dry, she moved it a little lower, then gasped at how wet she was, and her pussy was soaked. This had not happened since Harry died, she could not believe it, and touched herself again. It felt so nice; she kept her hand there, her left hand automatically going to her breast, and the nipple, now hard and erect. She could not stop herself, and slowly inserted a finger, moaning out loudly at the delicious pleasure. She probed deeper, then searched around, to touch her G spot. The moment she felt the spongy flesh, she came, crying out at the unexpected pleasure, her head rocking, as she flooded her pussy.

She lay there for ten minutes, still unable to grasp what had happened, trying to take control of her emotions, to understand the meaning of it all. She gathered all her thoughts, trying to be rational, to get something from this event. Was her body, her mind, telling her something? Was this a defining moment in her life? She thought about it long and hard, before deciding that Yes, it was time, and from now on, the world would see a new Sara Minton. She took a shower, ad her thoughts kept spiralling through her mind, as she held the showerhead to wash her pussy, the jets cascading onto her curly tight bush, she made the first decision.

To shave, Harry had loved to lick and kiss her smooth Mons, but since his death, she had let it grow again. Never feeling the need or desire to shave. But then, that morning in December, her new life was to begin. She sat a little later, at her dressing table, with a mirror to hand, and carefully removed every trace of her pubic hair. Stroking herself afterwards, delighting in the smooth silky feel, that she remembered so well. She also felt a little sad, a tear beginning to well up inside, but she checked herself, knowing that it was time to move forward, not reflect. She looked again in her “toy” drawer, redundant for many months and months now. Seeing the large vibrator, the thin white plastic one, and the cuffs. She knew that she could never use them again, for they contained so many memories. Sighing softly, she wrapped them, and placed them in the back of her closet. She took out the silk underwear, that she had purchased from Victoria’s Secret, after the funeral, but never had the courage to wear. It was so soft against her face, as she held it to her cheek, smiling in pleasure. That was the second phase of Sara’s rehabilitation, after her shave. Driving into work that morning, Sara felt good, indeed, she felt better than she had in almost a year, not quite understanding why, but happy that she did.

Driving into the car park, Sara saw Dave, standing by the rear entrance, and wondered if he was waiting for someone. Locking the car, she turned to walk to the store, and was surprised to see him, striding purposefully toward her. When he reached her, he was full of apology, about disturbing her evening, and pouring his troubles out over the phone. Sara would hear none of it; taking his hand in hers she told him they were friends, not just workmates. He could call anytime, and that a problem shared, was a problem eased. He smiled, thanking her, and say that he would never forget her kindness. They entered the store together, each then going to their respective changing rooms. Nikki was already changed, and sat on a chair, reading something when Sara entered, and they exchanged the usual polite greetings. The door opened, and Anna came bounding in, full of the joys of spring it seemed. She could not wait to speak to Nikki, telling her that “It” had arrived, and that ”It “ was awesome. Sara watched, a smile upon her face, thinking how wonderful it was to be so young and carefree. The two girls sat there for a while, giggling over whatever it was that Nikki was reading, as they waited to start work.

The morning passed uneventfully, the usual crowds of happy excited children, and leg weary mothers. Yet Sara had a smile on her face, the whole time, nothing would faze her today, she just knew it, and felt so alive. Dave only stopped with them for a few minutes at lunchtime, saying he had some shopping to do, and left as soon as he had finished eating. Once that he had gone, Nikki pulled the same thing she had been reading earlier, from her bag She was giggling again, and wondering out loud if she should buy a rabbit also. Anna laughed, and offered to take it round to Nikki`s apartment that evening. Sara made a comment about how nice it was to have a pet, and the two girls nearly fell from their seats laughing, as she looked on, totally bemused. Anna passed Sara the brochure, her finger pointing to the words

“Jack Rabbit.” It only took a second or two for Sara to realise just what kind of rabbit this was, a vibrator, a sex toy, she blushed and handed the brochure quickly back to Anna. Before going to the ladies room, slightly embarrassed at her feelings, and sitting alone in there. Anna joined her, and apologised for offending her, kissing her cheek and hugging her. She could see the tears that had recently run across Sara’s cheek. Sara, smiled at Anna, and explained that it was not her fault, telling her that it was only a few hours earlier, that she had stored away the toys from her marriage. Seeing the brochure had got to her, rekindled old memories, of happier times. They hugged again, then Anna left her again, but not before suggesting to Sara, that maybe it was time for some new toys, for her benefit and enjoyment, as just everyone used them now. Sara had to admit to herself, Anna had a point, and this was the first day of her new life, so why not. She would ask if she could borrow the brochure, improve her education a little, and maybe, just maybe purchase something. When she started work again, Dave was already in his place in the grotto, and she did not see him all afternoon, it was so busy, now that school had finished for the holidays. Anna popped in to see how she was, and seemed delighted when Sara asked if she could borrow the brochure, smiling broadly she agreed without hesitation. Mentioning that if Sara needed advice about any of the products, she only had to ask. The afternoon passed quickly, Sara smiling at all the children, and feeling very pleased with her self, it was going well. Anna passed her the brochure, winking at her, as they changed from their uniforms in the locker room. Sara quickly placing it at the bottom of her bag, in case anyone saw it, and then feeling foolish for bring so prudish, she placed it on the top. Saying goodnight to Anna and Nikki, she headed for the exit, where she found Dave, waiting for her again, wondering, was this becoming a habit of his.

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Bella looked around; she was surrounded by a sea of people, churning, twisting, and turning in time to the music emanating from the stage in front of her as if in trance to some unknown form of mind control. She looked around in vain again hoping to see her friends somewhere in the crowd but to no avail. They were lost in the faceless mass of people, their grinning heads and bobbing heads reminding her of the plastic dog she had on her dashboard with its constantly bobbing head. The band had just finished their song as the crowd roared in applause, thousands of flailing limbs coming together at once as the sound of clapping became all at once deafening.

The band started up their next song as everyone jostled for positions on the already cramped dance floor, like sardines in a tin can Bella thought to herself as she struggled to regain her footing, hopping from one foot to another as the mass of people moved as one. She felt his presence then rather than saw it. His eyes watching her every movement as she moved in time to the tide of the crowd. It was both enthralling and disturbing at the same time. Who was he? What did he want? Bella turned around hoping to catch this faceless stranger, but her eyes were only met by thousands of faces, their catatonic stares in another place as their mouths imitated the singer on stage.

Bella turned back around, chastising her paranoia but still she felt his attention and his presence always there. She found the attention strangely arousing, it had been a while since she had felt this much attention lavished upon her. Especially when competing with the multitude of mini skirts and halter tops populating the dance floor she thought to herself as her lip curled up in disdain gaziantep escort at the sight of them all. She moved in time to the music as sexily as one could when in a compacted dance floor arena. Her palms began to sweat as she wiped them down her sides, her hands hugging the curves of her hips. She felt nervous as she felt her heart skip a beat, what if this person was some kind of deranged stalker? She shook these thoughts aside as she moved her hips in time to the music. She could feel his presence, it was much closer now. She began to fantasize at how far this admirer would go to get her attention, would he make a move or would he just watch? The voyeur within, always watching but never game enough to make a move, she was the temptress; the untouchable. Or would he make a move? Like a lion stalking its prey, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

She felt his breath at her cheek then, his domineering presence overwhelming her senses. She turned to him but his hand covered her eyes before she could fully turn around as he whispered seductively into her ear.

“Some things are best left to the imagination.”

His husky voice rumbled through her head, setting loose the basket of butterflies that had lain dormant until this moment in time in her stomach. She felt him grind against her short skirt as his arms encircled her waist drawing her closer towards him. Bella gasped as she felt his robust arms encircle her tiny waist, bringing him against her. Her heart fluttered as she struggled to keep up with the turmoil of emotions surging through her body. The crowd continued to dance around them, oblivious to anything except for what was happening on stage. The stranger continued to grind his pelvis against that of Bella’s, the two- connected by invisible strings controlled by some sadistic puppeteer above. Each movement of his pelvis sent shivers of pleasure through Bella, eroding any rationale thinking she had left with each motion of his pelvis against her own. Her logical basis cast aside for her increasing levels of arousal as she ground back against his pelvis, feeling his hardening length against her as she moaned in ardour.

She felt him moan softly as his hands ran up her short skirt, revealing her secrets to the faceless crowd introverted in their own ethereal fantasies as evident on their blank stares and swaying bodies to the beat of the music. She felt her heat emanating out from underneath her skirt as his rough calloused hands ran across her satin skin and across her thin filigree underwear. She could feel herself flush in embarrassment as he began to rub his palm against her diaphanous underwear, her wetness seeping through the translucent cotton to saturate his palm as she felt a thin trickle escape from between her lips, past her saturated underwear to travel down her exposed thigh. She was grinding harder against him now as she felt his full length through his denim jeans.

Bella’s mouth parted as a low whimper escaped from her lips as the stranger’s hand slid between the thin material separating herself from the outside world as his hands delicately explored the satin flesh that lay beneath. Bella groaned as her hips bucked against his inquisitive hand. Her hand snaked behind her to stroke his length from the outside barrier of his jeans as she felt his tongue on her neck. Her lips parted amorously as she gasped, his feathery tongue sending tremors of pleasure throughout her body as his hand continued to twirl its own rhythm within her.

The two lovers continued to dance their dance of seduction, oblivious to the world around them and the world, oblivious to them. Bella felt the pleasure begin to build, she was within her own world now and she knew as did the stranger, that she was close. Reaching behind her, she unzipped the fly of his denim jeans, releasing him from the confines of the jeans as his erect cock sprung out, into the palm of her on waiting hand. She stroked the smooth skin of his rod, her hand gently fondling his head before moving down his shaft. She could see the image behind closed eyes as she continued to caress his length. The stranger immediately understood what was to transpire next as he stopped what he was doing, gently pushing them to the side as he lifted her skirt ever so slightly. The pale globes of her buttocks glowing in the dark dance floor of UV lights and glow-sticks. Bella parted her legs slightly, bending forwards as she felt the stranger at her entrance slowly slide in. Bella cried out in ecstasy as she felt him slide in fully as she heard the stranger grunt in approval as he continued to ravage her relentlessly, and with savage intensity. Bella could do nothing but whimper in pleasure as she felt him slide in and out, her knees going weak with the overwhelming pleasure. She felt his hands slide across to cup her breasts, her nipples already erect against his teasing fingers. She felt her orgasm building as the pleasure rose; the stranger too was close as his thrusting increased in vigour. She came as the band on stage finished their final song, the crowd roaring in approval as she became overwhelmed in waves of ecstasy. The stranger came too as she felt him shoot deep inside her as the crowd started to chant.

“Encore, encore…”

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