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Origins Part VI is a continuation of Parts I-V

It was embarrassing that without thinking I drove back to campus even though the bypass offered a quicker route to my small, working class bungalow on the East Side. When I passed the intra-mural playing fields, I awoke from my reverie and focused on my now conscious destination, Sharon’s loft. I remembered from the night I spent there, that when she was fucking, she liked to turn on this special lamp that shone a light blue light throughout the apartment. Sure enough, you could see the blue light in the window. Since her loft was on the top floor, she didn’t use shades or drapes. It was now past the restricted time, so I parked on the street opposite her building and waited.

Thirty minutes later, the light went out, and shortly after Viktor exited the building. Counting back from when Sharon had left the cafeteria, he must have been up there for over three hours. Not that I doubted her, but Dorothy’s account appeared correct. I suppressed an insane desire to knock on her door but instead started my truck, briefly following Viktor down her street long enough to see him turn into a campus tavern on the corner. I suppressed an even crazier idea of swinging by the Pub to see what Phyllis was up to. But Dorothy had me all fucked out, closing time was still a couple of hours away, tomorrow was a teaching day, and besides Phyllis’ availability was never certain. So, I drove home to my empty house and slept fitfully.

I didn’t awake with my usual energy, but I was determined to keep to my usual routine. My time with Phyllis the day before had cut into my class prep time, and I needed to get to my office where I kept my teaching support materials. I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t avoiding the study carrels purposefully, but it crossed my mind. I was able to mix and match old lesson plans into a decent lecture with examples that I had just enough time to print before I walked into my first class. Trying to smooth the potentially disjointed lecture into a seamless whole kept me occupied through all my classes. Afterward, I grabbed my current chapter notes from my carrel, and picked up my usual yogurt and fruit dish from the cafeteria on my way to office hours. As I was leaving the stacks, I glimpsed someone in my peripheral vison who may have been Sharon. If so, she now knew where my carrel was. Was she stalking me, now?

My suspicions were answered quickly when shortly after I finished my yogurt, there was a tentative knock at my door. My lectures had gone well, and usually, good lectures increased office hour traffic, so I certainly wasn’t expecting to see Sharon. “Can I come in?” She looked as if she had been crying and didn’t appear that she had taken adequate care in putting herself together—even though we were now into mid-afternoon. She had a scarf around her neck that was so carelessly tied that it didn’t hide two enormous hickeys that looked like abrasions. She even smelled faintly of that hideous cologne that Viktor wore. She hadn’t showered, or it took more than one to get rid of it. She looked vulnerable, but sexy as hell. I wanted to fuck her on the spot.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure, but now is not a good time. My office hours are just starting. How about I stop by your place later tonight?” As if on cue, there was a knock on my door, and I opened it to Linda Haskins, one of my hottest students.

“Oh, you are busy, should I come back later?”

I could tell that this coincidental appearance discomfited Sharon. There was no doubt that barring professional ethics, I could have, would have fucked Linda in a heartbeat. She telegraphed it to the point of embarrassment.

“Come back in 5 minutes, Linda.” That comment reminded me of this low rent cathouse I used to frequent when I was a teenager, and it was hard not to smile.

As soon as she left, I turned to Sharon. “Look Sharon, this Maltepe Escort is kind of kinky, but when I come to your place, tonight, I want the door unlocked. I will knock, wait a minute, and when I walk in, I want you naked on your couch with your legs spread.” She started to object, but looked at the door Linda had just exited, hesitated for a moment but without a word, slowly rose and gave me a deep French kiss while her hand lightly stroked my cock. This didn’t last long, but it was long enough for Linda to glimpse as she paced outside my partially opened door.

Linda looked vengefully at Sharon as they passed in the doorway. She sat down in the visitor chair with a flushed face and a confused look on her face. She asked a couple perfunctory, obvious questions, and left shortly thereafter. Obviously, she had come to flirt but left empty handed. Meanwhile, I had a brief, intense sexual fantasy that involved Sharon spread wide on her couch morphing into to Linda spreading on my desk and pushing her cunt up in a beckoning manner. I could have easily had a fast jerk in the restroom, but just then my advisor stopped by to ask about my progress on the latest chapter, and the ensuing conversation although stimulating in another way, doused all near term sexual desire.

Keeping my regimen that had served me so well for the past couple of years, I left after my office hours ended, and headed to the gym. Of course, Viktor was the first person I saw when I entered. He was standing at the dead lift station waiting for one of his lackeys to change the weights for him. It was a little early and few people were around. Whether he felt greater license to hold forth, or the acoustics were clearer, he was speaking in pretty explicit detail, and I could hear every word. “I’m telling you; I nearly wore it out last night, and I am going over there as soon as I leave here to finish the job.” His crew members were smirking and high fiving as he shook his huge package through is shorts for emphasis.

Interesting development. Not wanting a confrontation until I had all the facts, I decided to go for a long run, and hopefully, he would be gone before I returned. And this was the case, so I stretched and planked before my shower while I pondered my next move. Since we hadn’t set up a firm time, I thought that I would follow my usual routine, of which she was vaguely aware, and see how things unfolded. After a long shower, I had dinner and went to my study carrel. The time dragged there because I couldn’t concentrate on the task at hand, so I gave up at 8:00, and headed to Sharon’s.

As I approached, I could see the blue fuck light emanating from her loft window. I didn’t know if this was for me or for Viktor, but it abruptly went out, and the regular light came on. When I neared the entrance, I met Viktor as he slammed open the door. His dark mood intensified when he saw me. His eyes bulging with rage. He was a big man, and I am sure that he would have liked to rip my head off, but I also guessed that he was really not that conversant in physical combat, and relied on his bullying presence to intimidate his way through physical encounters. I, on the other hand, had had multiple physical encounters and spent enough on the losing side to know better than to confront, unarmed, someone who had a 100 pounds or more on me. I held my ground but kept my distance. In any case, everything was out in the open now.

“Going to collect your sloppy seconds, bitch.” I ignored the insult for now. “A gentleman doesn’t discuss such matters, Viktor. Surely, you know that.” I could tell that he was pondering my subtler insult, and it set him back a bit. He wasn’t the cleverest fellow. “This isn’t over.”

“I certainly hope not, Viktor.” This too puzzled him enough to allow me a free pass to the stairs which I mounted without looking back. I didn’t have to be concerned Maltepe Escort Bayan about his coming after me. One move by that hulk on those wooden steps would have been equivalent to a fire alarm.

Now, the bigger question. It appeared that Viktor had been in Sharon’s apartment for close to three hours—according to Dorothy, his usual stint, the fuck light had been on, his off-putting cologne was mixed with the smell of sex, but he was leaving angry. He also apparently knew that I was coming over, so I was about to have an interesting conversation, if nothing else.

I still had energy left from my run plus an adrenaline rush form my encounter with Viktor, so I bounded up the stairs excited to see what was waiting. As agreed, I knocked on the door, waited a moment, and pushed the door open into the living room. Sharon was on the couch, naked holding her ankles up in the air. On her feet, she had thin white socks covered by espadrilles. For me, this was a nice touch although I feared that they were there to accommodate a Europhile fantasy of Viktor’s. The fuck light was back on.

Her pussy was gaping luridly and a thick stream of cum was running down her crack unto a fluffy towel flattened into a deep depression caused by a butt that had had something very heavy thing pushing on it. Most startling were the marks, bites and bruises on her body—some were fading, others more recent. Her nipples looked almost raw, and her breasts and neck were discolored by dark hickeys that had to be very recent. She smelled of sweat, sex, and Viktor’s cologne. This was a used woman, but not used up.

“Did you run into Viktor on his way out?”

“Yep.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Later.”

I had my jeans down, and my cock, such as it was by comparison, was rock hard, and I slammed it easily into her enflamed, protruding cunt. I had experienced sloppy seconds, usually my own, but this was something of a different order. Her cunt was overflowing and gaping such that I could barely feel the surrounding walls, but her pussy was burning and slippery. By grabbing her ankles and pushing her heels back unto her ears, I was able to generate enough friction to allow me to quickly ejaculate. The pent-up emotion of the last few hours had left me with little control.

Not that I needed that much more encouragement, but she slid down under me, vacuumed my semi-hard cock into her mouth and aggressively massaged my balls. I responded more to the context than the ministrations, but in any case, was hard in just a minute. I reached down to pull her shoulders up so that I could plunge my tongue down her throat before I turned her around on her knees to begin pounding her from behind. I placed my hands inside Viktor’s larger handprints and began slamming her from behind. Although her pussy was now wetter and sloppier, my exertions started to get a reaction from her, and when I inserted my thumb in her rectum—which was also stretched out and gooey, she came hard. I was by now in a frenzy, but her orgasm, released what muscular control she had left, and I was a long time cumming in such a loose pussy. After a while, I came hard, but I felt as if I had just ended a long run that finished coming up a hill. I was wringing wet and collapsed on her in the lazy dog position while spending a couple more twitching drops of sperm. I was struggling to get my breath, but she was cooing and snuggling in a very satisfied way. Did it take two men to satisfy her?

My need for recovery demanded a break, and she was expressing little to no urgency, so it was time to talk. “Would you like some wine? Viktor would rather fuck than drink.”

“I guess we are getting right down to it, and yes, I am ready for a drink.” She poured two glasses from a decanted bottle, moved the towel to one end of the couch and lounged back against the end pillows, with her Escort Maltepe legs spread, looked at me expectantly, and waited for me to start. I thought this was a little manipulative, but as deep as I was dug in, it didn’t make sense to stand on principle, but, still, I put it back on her.

“What are we doing here, Sharon? Not that I am a prude, but I have no intent of sharing a woman with Viktor. He is not discrete, loves to humiliate the men attached to his conquests, and is a bully besides. In short, it might end up in some confrontation or worse.” This last was delivered with such venom that it caused her to briefly smile. Hopefully, she wasn’t a sick bitch that got off on two men not just vying, but physically fighting for her, but you never knew with these rich people. They had so little contact with the starker realities that they could easily be ignorant of the brutal consequences.

“No, I don’t expect you to share me with Viktor, but you should know that he has been fucking me at least daily for a couple of months. It is obvious, that he is a forceful person who will not be easily denied. To be as blunt as possible. I like his big cock, but I am disgusted by him also, and I don’t need his appendage to gain satisfaction. If I must choose, I would much rather spend my time with you, if we can work something out, but I will need help disengaging from him. He treats me like his sex slave, and I must admit that I kind of like it. Although, I would love to be your sex slave if you want me.”

So here we were; she was asking for a commitment of sorts which promised a titillating outcome. Since she was already married, I could only guess as to what that would entail. But I did want to keep fucking her, and to keep fucking her with Viktor out of the picture. Seems like that is what she was offering, but what was the catch?

“You don’t expect me to be exclusive with you while you are married, do you?”

“Of course not, Montour and I have more of an understanding than a separation. You and I will not be exclusive, but I won’t see Viktor without your approval. Also, Montour will visit occasionally, plus I am meeting him in Paris during the Christmas break. So, what do you think?”

That approval comment sat me back a bit, but this was sounding good. A steady fuck buddy for the year. Truth be told, even in the university environment, it took time to prospect for new partners who were compatible with your lifestyle, and my encompassing goal was to finish my dissertation by no later than the end of the summer term. That would give me time to defend my dissertation, ready a couple of chapters for publication, and prospect for jobs for the following year. Sounded good, but it sounded too good. I hesitated.

“Let me think about it.” This flustered her a bit, but she came back strong. “OK but be advised that Viktor is not bashful about pushing his case, and it is hard for me to deny him when he knows I enjoy the sex with him, and I don’t have a compelling reason to deny him.”

Not that I am a wishy-washy guy who can’t make up his mind, but I didn’t see the urgency of making a commitment like this impulsively. Besides, the events of the day had left me emotionally and sexually spent, and I just wanted to go home and sleep in my own bed. “Let’s talk tomorrow, I’m going home for now.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“Look Sharon, it’s not that I am not interested in your offer, I just want to go for now.”

“What can I do to get you to stay? Tell you what. If you stay, I’ll let you fuck my ass.” This too was gaping and still dripping, and it was quite a sight when she turned from me and bent over, but I was serious. I was expecting to accept her offer tomorrow, but I really wanted to create distance and go home.

“Listen Sharon, I’ll come by your office tomorrow in the afternoon before your evening class, and we can go for some coffee.” She clearly didn’t like to be turned down, and started to huff and puff a bit, but caught herself, gave me a medium hot kiss and as I left stood naked in the door her, her body flushed, and swollen pussy dripping cum down her leg. If nothing else, a pretty hot image.

To be continued . . .

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As always:

Thanks to “Alpineskier” for editing.

Thanks to “Doc” for consulting.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!)

Chapter 3: Revenge

It was Thursday afternoon and Tiffany and Allison were skipping their fifth period class. They made their way into the girl’s locker room as the current hour’s gym class students were all outside running track.

“You did bring the bottle of aspirin, right Ally?”

“Yeah, I got it Tiff, but I don’t understand how we’re going to get back at Chelsea with aspirin.”

“You’ll see.” Tiffany gave a sinister smile. “5-34-12.” A popping noise came as the combination lock opened in the blonde’s hand.” She always keeps it in her purse. Where are they?” After a few seconds of digging, Tiffany’s eyes lit up. “A-h-a! Here it is.” Tiffany pulled out an amber vial and unscrewed the top. “Give me the aspirin and hold out your hands.”

“What are those for?” Allison’s hands cupped as Tiffany emptied the vial’s contents into them.

“I don’t know. I asked once but she said it was nothing serious, just something she had to take.”

Allison started filling the empty the vial with aspirin. “She wouldn’t tell you?”

“Just another reason that bitch is getting what she deserves. Couldn’t even be honest with her best friend.” Tiffany glanced over her friend. “You’re not feeling guilty, are you Ally?”

“Hell no.” Ally dumped the pills in her hands into the aspirin bottle. “The way I see it, she turned her back on the entire cheerleading squad by picking that loser. The slut flaunts it too. Hanging all over him and playing that dice game at lunch right in front of us. Who does she think she is? The more we can do to get her to quit cheerleading, the better.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Tiffany put the lock back in place. “This is only the first step. She’ll turn in her uniform by the end of next week.”

The girls openly laughed as they exited the locker room.

*

Jason was in an absolute rush to get home. It was Friday and school was out for the weekend, but most importantly, he was late for his date. Can’t have a first date without flowers. It’s not like he hadn’t spent every night hanging out with Chelsea, he had. But this was going to be their first official date and afterwards, according to how she put it, she was going to ‘jump his ass’. She even offered to get a hotel room so he could make love to her like he wants for his first time instead of the backseat of the car. Jason was hard just thinking about it.

“Slow down Jason!” Jessica was holding on for dear life with one hand on the door and the other on the side of the seat.

“What’s the matter? Jason took a quick view of Jessica as he swerved to pass yet another car.

“I know you’re inspired about your date, but if I die before we get home, I swear I will haunt you till the end of your pitiful existence.” Jessica threatened.

“Relax, you’ll be safe. I just wanted to get home quick so I had time to change. I didn’t tell Chelsea I was going to wear my black slacks and white dress shirt.”

“Whatever, Romeo. If I knew you were going to be like this, I would’ve ridden the bus.”

“But you begged Mom and Dad to make me take you to and from school as soon as I got my car. You hate the bus.” Jason was emphatic.

“I know, but I like life more.” Jessica stated sarcastically.

The poor old car came to a screeching halt in front of the Akers house. There couldn’t have been two different reactions to this. Jason grabbed the flowers and was out of the car in a flash as he bolted for the house. He made short work of the lock, bounded up the stairs, taking at least three steps with each stride, and went into his room, all in ten seconds flat. Jessica got out of the car slowly, and, despite her family not being religious, she dropped to her backpack and threw her hands in the air and praised to the Heavens that she was safe. After a few moments of gratitude, Jessica picked up her backpack and then noticed the now all-too-familiar yellow Beetle pulling in the driveway.

“Hi Chelsea.”

“Hey Jessica, is your brother ready yet?” Chelsea started for the front door.

“He’ll be down in a minute. Can I talk to you?” Jessica closed the gap between herself and the red headed cheerleader.

Chelsea turned to face Jessica. “Sure, what’s on your mind?”

“Look, I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll get to the point.” Jessica’s face grew stern as she waved her finger and continued. “If this some sort of twisted game you’ve concocted to screw with my brother, I guarantee I will be arrested for what I do to you. You may be older and I may not seem like much at school, but that’s because I don’t care. What I do care about is my brother and he’ll be devastated. So if this is a trick, then leave now.”

Chelsea was taken by surprise by yet another Akers child. Jason was nothing like how he was depicted at school and now Jessica is the same way. There was a fire in her that was never Pendik Escort shown at school and Chelsea believed every word she spoke.

“I understand why you may think that.” Chelsea nodded. “I promise there is no game being played or trick up my sleeve. I’m in love with Jason. He saved me, he is my Knight in Shining Armor.”

Jason came out the front door. “Hi Chelsea, are you ready to get going?” Jason was holding the flowers behind his back.

Chelsea turned. “Wow, you should’ve told me that you were going to get all fancied up. I feel underdressed in just my jeans and shirt.”

Jessica walked past Chelsea and murmured, “It better be on the level, but if he’s the Knight in Shining Armor, then I would hate to see the ogre the knight has to fight.”

“You look sensational. These are for you.” Jason gave Chelsea the bouquet of daisies and followed that with a kiss to her cheek.

“You got me flowers. They’re beautiful, thank you.” This was the first time a boy had given her flowers.

“What did my sister want?” Jason was curious.

“Just girl talk, let’s get going. Here, you can drive my car.” Chelsea gave her keys to Jason. “I can’t wait to get to the finale.”

Jason walked around and held open the door for Chelsea. She never tired of Jason’s small gentlemanly gestures.

Jason got into the driver seat and started the engine. “Why did you want me to drive your car?”

“More head room.”

“I’m sorry, are you cramped in my car?”

Chelsea unzipped Jason’s pants. Jason was startled. “Um, what are you doing?”

Chelsea fished for Jason’s manhood and pulled it out. “You see my steering wheel sits higher than yours, giving me more head room.” Chelsea’s head disappeared in Jason’s lap as the car pulled out of the subdivision. Jason was at full erection in mere moments as Chelsea used the tip of her tongue to lightly tease all around. She then took just the head inside her mouth and began to stroke him with her hand.

“Chelsea, um, Oh God, this is kind of distracting.” Jason was doing his best to keep the car on the road.

Chelsea ignored Jason’s plea as she lowered down slowly until her lips were touching his zipper. She held still to get used to his size to prevent her gag reflex. Once satisfied she could, she gradually went back up, dragging her tongue on the backside of his shaft until only the tip was in her mouth. She then bobbed up and down with a speed her car wouldn’t have been able to maintain. She added a hum to her craft and Jason’s pre cum was coming out in a steady stream. A slurping sound filled the air.

“Oh Chelsea!” Jason called as he shot his load in Chelsea’s waiting mouth. He could barely keep the car in the lane as the car went side to side. He noticed other cars remained behind them, not wanting to risk passing the out-of-control car.

Chelsea stayed on Jason until every last drop was in her mouth. She lifted her head and as he looked at her, she swallowed the entire load. She lovingly tucked his dick back in and zipped his pants up. “Sorry, but I’m certain that appetizer isn’t on the Italian restaurant’s menu. Uh.., you were saying something was distracting you?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Oh no, Beautiful, hardly noticed you. There was something in the road, that’s all. We’re here.”

*

After dinner was over, the couple went miniature golfing. The movie didn’t start until 8:15 and it was only 6 PM now. They were on the eighth hole and having a blast.

Jason was filling out the scorecard for the last hole. “I can’t believe you’re beating me. It’s only one stroke, but you’re really good.”

“Aw, is my man’s ego hurt cause he’s losing to a girl?” Chelsea set her pink ball on the ground. “No, not at all. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

Chelsea was lining up her next shot. “Well, good. I don’t want to have to lose on purpose to make you feel better. Here’s a consolation prize.” Chelsea wiggled her ass provocatively.

Jason came up and slapped right butt cheek. “Don’t start, Beautiful. We still have the movie before we get to that.”

Chelsea shook her ass again, then struck her ball off the rail and knocked it within a foot of the cup. “Hey, I know I want to see the romantic comedy, but I would be willing to skip it and go right to the hotel.”

“We’ll get to the end soon enough. Patience is a virtue.” Jason lined up his shot. He knocked his blue ball off the rail and it sailed straight into Chelsea’s ball. Jason threw his head back as he watched her pink ball fall into the hole and as his blue ball stopped next to a brick.

“Oh thanks, Baby. I’m such a lucky girl, my man wants me to win. I believe that’s a hole-in-one.” Chelsea went down to the green.

“What luck you have. Oh well, at least I’ll lose to the most gorgeous girl here.” Jason lined up his next shot.

Chelsea inhaled deeply once, then a second time. “Do you smell something?”

“No, like what?” Jason hit his ball and it went into the hole.

“Something burning?” Chelsea inhaled one more time.

Jason walked over and put his arm around Pendik Escort Bayan Chelsea’s waist and inhaled. “No. Nothing. Do you still smell it?”

Chelsea didn’t respond. She started to collapse and Jason caught her. She began shaking uncontrollably and he laid her down on the green.

Panic overtook Jason. “Chelsea, what’s wrong? Can you hear me?” Chelsea’s body was still shaking. Jason grabbed his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

“9-1-1 emergency response.”

“I’m at Lucky’s Putt-Putt and my girlfriend is on the ground shaking. Please send an ambulance.”

“Alright, Sir, I have dispatched an ambulance to your location. I need you to remain calm, don’t touch her, and make sure there is nothing around her that she can bump into or that can fall on her that could hurt her.”

Jason took a deep breath, trying feebly to be calm while checking for nearby objects. The ambulance’s siren could be heard as it entered the parking lot. A crowd of spectators started to form to watch the scene. Chelsea’s seizure was at last subsiding as the EMTs arrived. They put her on a stretcher and carried her to the ambulance. Jason had gathered her purse and was right next to her.

“Jason.” Chelsea said groggily. Jason grabbed her hand.

“I’m right here, Beautiful. It’s going to be okay.”

Chelsea gave a weak smile.

“Sir, you have to stand back.”

Jason reluctantly let go. The EMTs loaded Chelsea into the back of the ambulance and shut one of the doors. “Wait a minute! I’m coming with her.” Jason demanded.

“Jason.” Chelsea muttered while reaching for him. Pleading for him to be next to her.

“Are you family?” The EMT stated quickly.

“No, I’m her boyfriend.”

“Sorry Kid, we’re taking her to Mercy Hospital. You’ll have to meet her there.” The EMT shut the second door and the ambulance sped off.

Jason ran to the Beetle and drove off as well. He looked through her cell phone and found an entry for her Mom’s workplace. He had never met her and now he had to tell her that her daughter was in the hospital.

“Canton Advertising, how can I direct your call?”

“Um, Ms. Pollack please.”

“Transferring.”

“Janet Pollack speaking, how can I be of assistance today?”

“Ms. Pollack, you don’t know me, but my name is Jason Akers and I was with your daughter and she collapsed and started shaking. She’s on her way to Mercy Hospital.”

“On my way!” Janet hung up right away. She grabbed her purse, shouted to her boss that her daughter was in the hospital, and ran out of the building.

Jason hit the end call button and then reached for his phone and called home.

“Hello.” Jessica answered.

“Jessica, listen up. I’m…”

“Hey big brother, how’s the big date going?”

“Not well, I’m…”

“Did she try something? I warned that bitch…” Jessica was infuriated.

“What? No. Listen, Chelsea is being transported to Mercy Hospital. I’m on my way there. Let Mom and Dad know.”

“Okay, okay, bye.” Jessica hung up the phone. “Mom! Dad! Jason’s on his way to the hospital. Something happened to Chelsea!” Tim, Mae, and Jessica headed to their car so they could get to the hospital to comfort Jason.

Jason rushed through the emergency room doors and charged right up to woman behind the desk. He was winded. “Chelsea,” Breath. “Pollack,” Breath. “Please.”

“Do you know when she arrived, Sir?”

“A few,” Breath. “Minutes ago.”

“Oh yes, she’s here. Are you family?”

“No.” Jason finally caught his breath.

“Well, you’ll have to take a seat right over there until someone who is family can verify you can see her.” The nurse pointed with her pen to the chairs in the waiting room.

A look of exasperation fell upon Jason. “What is with you people and this family question?” Jason shouted. “I’m trying to see my girlfriend who collapsed in my arms and started shaking just a few minutes ago!” Jason pounded both his fists onto the desk.

“Sir, you’ll have to calm down or I’ll be forced to call Security. You have three options. Leave willingly, leave with Security, or calm down and wait over there until I know you’re allowed to see her.”

A deflated Jason slouched down into the chair in the waiting room with his head in his hands. He didn’t see the woman come in.

A woman in her mid 40’s with red hair in a bun wearing a black business suit with matching heels came running in.

“I’m Janet Pollack and I’m here for my daughter, Chelsea Pollack.”

“Okay, here are the forms we need you to fill out. When you’re done, you bring them back to me.” Janet didn’t move. She filled out the paperwork and handed it back within a minute.

“Alright, what you do is go through that door, make a left, and she’s the first bed on the left. Oh, and one more thing, do you know that boy?’ “No, I’ve never seen him before.” Janet rushed to the back. “Chelsea, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine Mom. They said I had an epileptic seizure and they may need to increase my dosage. They’re waiting for my blood work to come back and I’ll be able Escort Pendik to go.”

“I wonder what triggered it. You haven’t had one in a long time. I thought it was under control.” Janet held her daughters hand.

“I don’t know.” Chelsea sat up. “Mom, do you know if Jason is here? I thought I heard him screaming earlier?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll go out there as soon as I speak to the doctor, okay?” “Alright.” Chelsea laid back down, disheartened.

Time seemed to crawl by, even though in reality it was only twelve minutes until the doctor opened the curtain barricade.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Miller. Are you Chelsea’s Mom?”

“Yes, My name is Janet Pollack.”

“Well Janet, I’m glad you’re here. First, let me say your daughter is fine. She’s probably already back to her normal self. Now, we got the blood work back, surprisingly quickly considering how busy we are today, and, I must say, I have some concerns. Chelsea told us she has epilepsy since birth, correct?”

“Yes, she was born with it.”

“And she also told us she is on 100mg of Lamotrigine three times a day. Is that correct?”

“Yes, she’s been taking that dosage for a few years now.”

“Well, here’s the problem. We found no traces of that medication in her system. Instead, we found a large amount of aspirin in her blood stream.”

“What? Chelsea, why did you think you can do that?” Janet demanded.

“I didn’t! I keep my pills in my purse and I haven’t missed a dose. Why would I? I don’t want a seizure.” Chelsea pleaded.

“Well then, where’s your purse, young lady?”

“I don’t know. I suppose Jason has it.” Chelsea reasoned.

“Dr. Miller, could you wait here a few minutes? I’ll go get the purse and maybe you can help straighten this out.”

“No problem. While you get her purse, I’m going to see another patient and I’ll be right back.” Dr. Miller left.

Janet reached the waiting room and called out. “Jason. Is there a Jason here?” Two men stood up. One man clearly in his sixties, bald up top with grey hair around his head, and looked like he was hiding a beach ball under his shirt. “Please don’t let that be him.” The second was a teenager who was surrounded by what looked like his mom, dad, and sister. Janet walked up to that Jason. “Do you have my daughter’s purse?”

“Yes ma’am.” Jason handed over the purse. “Is she alright? May I see her now?”

“Yes, she is fine. No, you cannot see her. Give me a few more minutes.”

Jason sat down, his head back in his hand.

Mae stood up. “Ms. Pollack, please, my son is worried sick. Can’t he please go back with you?”

“I’m sorry, Mrs.?”

“It’s Akers. Mae Akers.”

“Well Mrs. Akers, if it was your daughter and you knew what I know, trust me; I’m being polite in just saying no right now.” Janet disappeared behind the ER doors. “Here you go Dr. Miller.” Janet handed him the vial.

Dr. Miller poured a couple pills in his hand. “I’m sorry to say, but these are ordinary aspirin. It says so on the pill. Now if you excuse me, I’ll write up another prescription for the Lamotrigine and I’ll have the nurse discharge you.”

“Mom, I swear, I didn’t do that.” Chelsea was insistent. “Please believe me.”

“I believe you. The person I don’t trust is Jason.” Janet stated coldly. “No Mom, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t have.”

“Who else could it have been? This happened recently and I know you’ve been spending a lot of time with him. If not him, who Chelsea?” Janet was on the verge of yelling.

“I don’t know Mom, I don’t. It wasn’t him.” Chelsea started to cry.

“Chelsea, I know it’s hard to believe. I hear how you talk about him, but he did it. He’s guilty and I forbid you from seeing him again.”

“Mom, no! I love him! Please don’t say that? Please?” Chelsea’s cry turned into a sob.

“Chelsea, knock it off. I will not have you hanging around with someone who is willing to put your life in danger. End Of Discussion.”

The nurse walked in and handed Janet a piece of paper. “Here is the prescription and now Chelsea is free to go. Have a nice weekend.”

When Janet and Chelsea reached the door to the lobby, Janet stopped. “I want you to wait here.” Janet walked through the doors and headed toward the Akers family. Jason wasn’t there. “Mr. and Mrs. Akers, I want you to know you’ll be hearing from my attorney.”

Jason exited the restroom and saw Miss Pollack speaking to his parents. He looked around and saw Chelsea peaking through the doors heading to the back. He ran towards her. He pushed through the double doors and embraced Chelsea. “I’ve been so worried. Are you okay?” Jason was almost on the verge of tears. “They wouldn’t let me see you or tell me what was going on. I love you so much.”

Chelsea pushed Jason away. “Did you do it? Look me in the eye and tell me the truth.”

“Did I do what? Oh, did I lay you down on the ground too hard and you hit your head? I’m sorry if I did. I just freaked out when you started to shake.”

“No Jason, my pills. Did you switch my pills? I understand if you did. I’ve been so mean to you. Just tell me.” Chelsea began to cry.

“What? How can you ask me that? No. No. No. No. I would never do anything to hurt you, Beautiful. You have to believe me. Please? I love you.” Jason moved in to kiss her.

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Driving up the motorway to meet her I’m bristling with anticipation. It’s been five years since we first spoke over the Internet over which time our conversations have turned from gentle flirting to innuendo and now to outright red hot explicit text sex, punctuating our working days with incredible, wonderful filthiness.

Ever since the eventual mutual agreement to meet up after all this time came about it’s not been far from my mind. There’s absolutely no pretence about what today is all about – we want each other – badly.

As I continue to drive towards where we plan to meet through the driving rain I cast my mind to to her also driving to our rendezvous. I imagine her having the same level of excitement and anticipation and it causes a stirring in my trousers. My hand drops down for a few moments and begins to stroke my growing package before I stop myself – this is no time for self pleasure, I need to save it all for her.

Turning into the hotel car park I wonder which of us has arrived first, I don’t even know what her car looks like! The receptionist confirms that our room has already been checked in and gives me the other key to the room. Before I go up I send her a quick text to confirm her location, we plan to meet in the bar like in so many films, so I can’t go up to the room if she’s still getting ready. We considered two rooms for this purpose, but really we’re only going to need one room tonight.

Her reply says she’s already in the bar. I need to get up there, a quick change and be down, can’t keep the lady waiting! I take the world’s fastest shower to be sure I’m ready for anything, my hard on bouncing around in front of me, teasing me. “Not yet” I whisper to myself, “but soon”. A splash of aftershave and I suit up, wanting to look my best.

Taking the lift back down my anticipation reaches a crescendo – I’m about to meet her face to face for the first time!

I stroll into the bar, empty except for one girl sitting on a stool at the bar. She looks divine in a deep red, shoulder less, full length evening dress – the satin hugging every gorgeous curve of her body. She turns and looks at me, her dark hair flowing down to her shoulders and her beautiful, lightly freckled face smiling – she says one word – “Hi”.

I put one hand on her waist and kiss her hello on her cheek. We both feel the sparks fly from even such a brief contact.

We order some drinks and move away from the bar to a secluded table. It’s got 4 seats but we deliberately sit next to each other rather than opposite. We kiss properly for the first time, five years of tension going into one explosive kiss.

We Pendik Escort sit and talk about our lead up to meeting her, our five years of communication and what’s happened in that time. All the time our minds are less on the conversation and more on what’s going to happen when we leave that bar. The flirting hits overdrive as our light touches (a finger on the cheek, a hand on a knee) become more deliberate and sexually charged until she leans forward and whispers in my ear “So what have you brought for me here?” as she lightly squeezes my erection, which is straining against the material of my trousers.

We finish our drinks and head over to the lift, both of us burning with passion. Once the lift doors close we grab each other like animals. I push her against the wall of the lift kissing her deeply and running my hands over her sexy body as she grinds it against mine.

All too soon the lift doors slide open and we have to get out on our floor, barley making it before the doors start to close once more. I take her by the hand and lead her down the corridor to our room. As we walk she squeezes my bum and with a wink and a naughty smile says “Hi, sexy ass”.

We burst through the room door in a frenzy of passion, hands everywhere and crash onto the bed as my jacket hits the floor and we embrace in a horny kiss, squeezing and stroking each others bodies. As the kiss subsides we take a moment to regain our breath and I begin to run my hand from her cheek, down over her shoulder to her breasts squeezing them slowly and then running my hand down to her beautiful bottom – stoking and caressing it. She responds by running her hands up and down my chest and running her hand lightly over my groin with a naughty look in her eye.

She leans over and starts to unbutton my shirt, slowly kissing her way down my chest as she goes until she stops at the top of my trousers. We stand up next to the bed so she can finish removing my shirt and then I run my hand up her back and look at her with burning desire as I slowly, teasingly pull down the zip of her dress, inch by tantalising inch kissing her back as I go from her neck to the small of her back.

As her dress falls away I stand behind her kissing the side of her neck as I run my hand round her sides and taking her breasts in my hands, slowly squeezing and massaging them and rubbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She leans her head back against me as she relaxes into the moment.

When she turns and steps out of her dress which is now sitting on the floor I can take in the wonderful sight of her standing in front of me in just sexy knickers Pendik Escort Bayan and heels. This is going to be a good night!

She steps towards me and we kiss as her hands fall down to the fastening on my trousers. Kneeling in front of me she undoes the button and then pulls down the zip in one sweeping motion. Letting my trousers fall to the floor she remains eye level with the pronounced bump in my tight black boxers. Sucking her bottom lip hungrily she runs one finger over my package and raises her hands to the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down over my erection so that upon it’s release it stands to attention right in front of her. Leaning forward she takes the head of my erection in her mouth, running her tongue over it hungrily causing me to moan out load involuntarily.

After a couple of minutes of the most divine blow job it takes all the willpower I have to stop her and say “Come here, we need to even the terms”. I lay her on the bed and position us for a 69. The amazing cock sucking continues but now I get to pull the crotch of her sexy knickers aside and caress her wet clitoris with my tongue. I slide my finger into her pussy for the first time – it’s divine! Tight, hot and sticky. When I withdraw my finger I suck it clean to get the full taste of her sexy pussy. As she continues to fuck her mouth with my big cock I return the attention of my tongue to her hot clit and at the same time begin giving her a slow yet firm double finger fuck causing her to spread her legs wider and grind her pussy against my face, causing my hard on to get even bigger!

We rearrange ourselves to be the same way round again and with my fingers still covered in her juices I rub them over her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples, and then proceed to lick them clean – devouring every last drop of juice. As I suck, nibble and kiss her now very erect nipples I slide a hand down her front into her knickers and slowly circle her clit with a finger causing her to close her eyes, tilt her head back and moan softly.

I kneel next to her on the bed and slide her wet knickers off her legs and throw them on the floor. She spreads her legs invitingly showing me her delicious pussy and wiggling her hips sexily. There is only so long I can resist such teasing and position myself between her legs as she takes my cock in her hand and places the head at her entrance. Even with just the tip touching her I can feel how hot she is. We look into each others eyes as I move my hips towards hers, parting her pussy lips as my hard cock slides into her inch by satisfying inch until she’s completely filled by my hard shaft, Escort Pendik her pussy stretching to accommodate it. I stay there still for a few moments before sliding it almost all the way out, just leaving the head between her lips. Then I push it back inside her, more firmly this time, causing her to gasp in surprise as I fill her up once again. As I repeat this I can feel her pussy juices lubricating each movement as I slowly fuck her.

Soon enough slowly starts to speed up as I hold her hips pulling her towards me as I plunge inside her, faster and harder. I look into her eyes with hot passion as she moans with each thrust. Her moans only encourage me as I increase the speed and force and end up really going for it, hard and fast! She wraps her legs round me and kicks my bum with her heels as she moans “Oh yeah, that’s it, fuck me hard!”. I pound her pussy as fast and hard as I can to satisfy this insatiable demand until she screams out loud and I feel her pussy grip my cock tight as she comes in an amazing looking orgasm.

My hard cock still insider he she kisses me and whispers “more” in my ear. I know what we need. Thinking back to our fantasies of my taking her bent over my desk only doggy will do. I flip her over onto her hands and knees on the edge of the bed as I stand on the floor. I slowly push my cock between her lips into her pussy, revelling in the extra depth that this position allows. All she can say is “whoah!”.

I start sliding my cock in and out of her pussy once more, looking down and seeing her hot sticky juices glistening on it. I tell her how much this turns me on and she starts to push back against my thrusts, like she’s begging for it harder and harder. It’s rude not to deny the lady such a request and soon we’re again fucking each other deep and hard, panting with each thrust. I reach down to grab her breasts, rubbing her nipples as I continue to hammer her pussy.

I know I’m getting really horny as I start spanking her bottom between thrusts to remind her what a naughty girl she is. Soon after I start talking dirty. “Come on you filthy minx, fuck me with that tight wet pussy! Do you love that big hard cock inside you? I can see it disappearing deep inside you with every thrust, what a view!”. I’m always amazed how foul mouthed I can get when I’m completely turned on.

The dirty talk clearly works as she moans louder and louder as he second orgasm builds in her pussy. I give her a final smack on the bum and really go for it slamming it into her as hard and fast as I can manage before we both explode into orgasm as she screams with pleasure and I pump her hot pussy with spurt after spurt of cum while she shudders with pleasure. The heat of my juice only serves to elongate her climax!

We collapse onto the bed both grinning massively. That was better than either of us could have imagined!

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It was almost lunch time and Yamini was hungry – and bored while sitting in that client meeting, hundred kilometres from her hometown. She was wearing formals and her clothes were hugging her curves like her second skin. The room was closed and her nipples were feeling it. One has to have a strong willpower to take eyes off her and there were eyes in that meeting room. Five pair of hungry male eyes and she was the only female amongst them.

She was distracted exactly by this situation. Five handsome guys, all younger than her, in a closed room. What will it take to turn this boring meeting into something unspeakably exciting?

A chill passed through her spine before she shrugged the thought away and looked at one of them who was her colleague who she travelled with on a two day trip to this meeting.

She looked at him carefully as he presented the project. He was the taller darker and handsome of them all. He could easily lift her in his arms and do things she wouldn’t object to, she thought. She thought many things last night when they stayed at a hotel together, except in separate rooms. She wouldn’t have mind if he had knocked on her door past midnight for a small drink. She was hoping for it and hence was ready, smelling nice, wearing clothes that would Pendik Escort show her assets in clear shape. A monster would have definitely risen seeing her but the monster never came. So she had to substitute it with her fingers, two of them, to put her body to sleep.

Her thighs overlapped to stop the juices from dripping and just to control her thoughts she moved her eyes to other guys in the room and caught one of them, youngest, probably an intern.

He was staring at her wide eyed. not at her face but below her neck where her nipples were poking through her shirt. The guy was hooked to it. She folded her hands to hide them and the guy looked up at her face.

Their eyes met and she used the opportunity to turn this meeting into something else. He was red faced when she smiled at him and unfolded her arms. Her nipples had grown more, this time by excitement. Her thighs pressed tight against each other as she lifted her breast, deliberately putting so much pressure on her shirt buttons and on the monster that rose in intern’s pants.

He had to adjust his crotch and she smiled at it again. The meeting wasn’t boring anymore.

The Intern, shy by nature, forced his eyes away from her until the meeting took a break. Everyone sighed and stretched a bit Pendik Escort Bayan and left the room one by one except Yamini and the intern.

He sat awkwardly until she asked, “Where’s the washroom?” Intern tried to navigate his mind but before he could tell her the way, “can you show me?” she requested.

Next minute, the intern was leading her through an empty hallway until they stopped outside a door saying Ladies’ washroom.

She turned the knob of the door, her eyes going down on him and stopping on his swollen crotch. He stood like a statue, with a hard on impossible to hide. She smiled again and asked, “What’s the best thing one can eat here?” Intern was short of words again. “I think you haven’t eaten in a while.” she teased as her hand opened the top button of her tight shirt. The intern looked both ways and wiped the sweat of his forehead.

Washroom was soon filled with her soft moans and she held intern’s head in her hands while he nibbled her nipples with his tongue and licked and sucked all the swollen skin of her breasts…

His saliva was all over her round, handful and more than firm breasts. The Intern was lost into them and she was looking at him admiringly. Slowly she pushed his head down until it reached her thighs. The intern Escort Pendik looked up at her knowing her intention. She gathered her breath looked at him with lust. He slowly pulled her pants down.

Her panty was more than soaked with her juices. He put his fingers into the waistband of her panty and slowly pulled down. His eyes anxious to see what was hidden. It was wet, juicy to be precise and it wasn’t hiding in the bush. It was inviting and it was now daring him when she lifted herself to sit on the platform and stretched her thighs apart. Her lips parted and her juices ran down.

She looked like a horny slut with only her unbuttoned shirt on and her heels rested on the platform. Intern was on his knees devoted to the sex goddess he wrapped his hands around her soft and plump thighs as she held him by his hair and pulled him to kiss her throbbing vertical lips.

She buried his face in those juices as his tongue searched for her depth while his hands now began to squeeze her firm boobs and pinch those hard nipples which got him hooked in the first place. It went on for good ten minutes until the intern started to gasp but she kept him pinned into her heavenly hole and lifted her ass, arched her back and came right into his mouth with a throbbing orgasm. To her surprise the Intern lapped it up and swallowed like it was indeed the best thing he ate in his life. He licked around not missing an inch of her lips and skin of her thighs to clean her fully. After all, it was the lunch time.

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In Part 2 amongst the bankers and their stunning but bored wives, Sara still radiant from her thunderous orgasm meets a sporting connection from her past, but this time Sara takes control.

All characters whether referred to in the present or in their past are 18 years of age or over.

Given the circumstances Sara was surprised to find she was enjoying herself. Something about the warmth and friendliness of ‘H’ the best restaurants in Barbados, outrageous London property prices, Russian oligarchs and their dreadful wives (‘pot, kettle, black’ Sara had thought during that one), their husbands failings and above all schools. They seemed obsessed by schools, should little Olli have his name down for Eton or was he more suited to somewhere like Winchester or Shrewsbury. They were obsessed. And of course, it was all so difficult now, just because daddy went there it didn’t mean you would be automatically accepted these days.

‘Lemons’ seemed to be especially offended,

“….and after everything this family has done for that school” she was saying in a silly braying voice that reminded Sara of a horse she hadn’t liked very much back on the farm.

She’d had some experience with this kind of thing though. In Australia there was a strict hierarchy of private schools, especially in her part of Victoria. She’d attended Geelong Grammar, it was the school where most of the country kids ended up if their parents could afford it, and while it had a good reputation, in fact Prince Charles spent a term there, it wasn’t Scotch College or Melbourne Grammar School.

She’d mentioned the Prince Charles thing which stopped a few of the doe eyed women for a moment but very quickly the discussion moved on to which school had the best facilities for the boy’s polo ponies (a toss-up between Millfield and Stowe, should you be interested), at which Sara had rolled her eyes and started looking for a way out of the group.

At that precise moment she was very grateful for the pearls in her panties, giving her something to concentrate on as she adjusted her footing from one leg to the other.

As a result, she used the deep sigh that escaped her pink mouth as she managed to agitate the pearls to exactly the right point on her clit, as an excuse to wander off claiming she needed to get out of the sun and find some water. And despite their polite protestations no one seemed to mind her leaving, apart that is from a quieter woman who’d been introduced earlier to her as Cindy.

“Short for Lucinda,” she’d said, “both that and Cindy, bloody awful names, makes you think of a blow-up doll!”

Cindy was quick to chirp-up at Sara’s sigh.

“Oh sweetie, I can’t leave you on your own, let me help you find some shade. It’s a beautiful garden and I know where all the best spots are.” Taking Sara’s arm in her own she led them across the lawn, towards a small woodland at the rear of the property.

“Thank you, Cindy, that’s very kind of you” Sara hoped Cindy wasn’t as dull as the others, but she was being on her best behaviour.

“That’s quite OK, I’ve been dying to talk to you,” and in a quieter voice into Sara’s ear “these women, they’re like the Stepford bloody wives, but with more money and even less sense!”

Cindy it turned out was of a like mind with Sara. She too was an outsider even though she’d known ‘H’ and Gemma for a long time, she wasn’t a snob, she hadn’t been to a prestigious school and she actually worked for a living. She’d met Gemma years earlier when they’d both been assistants at Coco de Mer the exotic bursa escort lingerie shop in Covent Garden, back in their early 20’s. Cindy doing it for the money and the fun, Gemma just for the fun.

She was also very glamorous, which she thought was why the other women accepted her, but with very much her own aesthetic. Her white silk dress was printed with illustrations of speedboats, it had a wide skirt and made Sara think it must be inspired by 1950’s Prom dresses. The look was completed by a bow of the same material in her dark auburn hair and bright red lipstick. She reminded Sara of the English singer Paloma Faith.

“Now Sara, do tell” Cindy was saying as they strolled towards the trees “I’m afraid we couldn’t help hearing a little bit of noise coming from upstairs earlier. It sounded, well sweetie, it sounded like the best kind of orgasm?” her voice lifted at the end in a question.

Sara blushed to her roots and didn’t know what to say, looking at the ground deeply embarrassed.

“Now don’t be shy sweetie, Gemma has had fun with most of us at one time or another. Tell me did she use one her toys?”

“I, I’m, well…..” Sara stuttered really not knowing what to say, still blushing.

Cindy stopped them in their tracks in the dappled sunlight under the trees. She turned and held the young Australian by the arms, then lifted her chin with a slender hand to look in her in the eyes.

“Listen Sara. Cumming is God’s gift to us women. I firmly believe we should orgasm as often as possible. You can’t tell me you weren’t in raptures, honestly sweetie you sounded incredible.” She pulled her in for a hug and lightly kissed Sara’s cheek saying softly to her “I was so turned on hearing you, it made me so happy hearing you enjoy yourself.”

She pulled away but continued to hold the blonde woman’s gaze.

“Now come on spill the beans, did she use a toy?”

Sara sighed and thought, you know what I’ve nothing to lose, she’s right an orgasm is my right why am I embarrassed? and proceeded to tell Cindy about the little curvy NOA that had tapped her G-Spot while simultaneously vibrating her clit.

“….and fuck me Cindy” she finished “Gemma was absolutely fucking right I came like a train” she looked at Cindy and grinned, getting a huge smile back, followed by a hug and another whisper in the ear.

“And tell me I’m wrong lovely Sara, but she gave you the pearly panties to put on, didn’t she?”

Sara nodded.

“I bloody knew it! It’s hard to hide when you’re jumping around like a kitten. Aren’t they just the best?”

Sara couldn’t help herself and blushed for the umpteenth time that day but still bust into a toothy grin.

“Oh God,” she groaned “I’ve been just on edge all afternoon, it’s so sensitive like my pussy is on fire. I love it but just between you and me if I don’t get some relief soon I can’t be held responsible for my actions!”

Cindy laughed,

“My poor sweet girl, I know just how you feel,” she paused before deciding to tell her new young friend what she was using herself to make her day more interesting, “you see I’ve got these delightful little eggs inside me. No idea how they work but every time I move they move inside my pussy, frankly darling I’m dripping!”

The two women smiled at each other, each seeming to know in their hot cores what was coming next.

Cindy grabbed Sara by the hand.

“Come on lovely, we’ll use the summerhouse.”

Which is where Robbie found them.

Tall, athletic, handsome Robbie. bursa escort bayan He was just as bored of the male company as the women were of the female and had wandered off to get away from the talk of stocks and takeovers and City rumour. It wasn’t his thing at all, and though he looked the part, floppy fringe, chino’s, button down dress shirt and blazer he felt he looked ridiculous and had only worn the clothes to keep the peace with Cindy, his wife.

So, he recognised the familiar vocal sounds coming from the summerhouse and wasn’t in the least surprised to find his wife spreadeagled on the sofa, her dress hitched around her waist, another woman’s face buried in her pussy.

He stood in the doorway watching the blonde woman in the yellow dress slurp and lick his wife’s clit, two fingers pumping into her dripping love tunnel. He noticed the discreet little Ben Wa balls on the side table and smiled.

“I knew she’d have to get off sometime this afternoon.” He thought as the blood lengthened and filled his penis while he watched.

But who was the blonde, it didn’t look like Lemons or Stash or any of the women he knew, but even though she was wearing a different dress, could it be that girl whose backside and legs he’d admired climbing the stairs earlier? There was certainly something familiar about her.

He was tempted to intervene, to see who it was that was pleasuring his lovely wife, but he loved to watch her come and he knew she was getting close.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, oh yes, oh yes, more a little more, suck my clit” her eyes were closed, hands grasping cushions on either side of her.

The blonde was pumping and licking for all she was worth but did as she was told, she couldn’t see the man in the doorway as she applied a little suction to the redhead’s sensitive clit or hear his little grunt of satisfaction as his wife sucked in air before bellowing repeated gasps as her cunt exploded and her whole body went rigid with the shockwaves of orgasmic pleasure.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God” she squealed, “that is so fucking good, soooo good, Oh God.”

“Oh God Sara, that is so lovely now get up here and kiss me.” Which is when she opened her eyes. She wasn’t too surprised to see Robbie in the doorway and it didn’t stop her pulling Cindy up and slipping her tongue inside the blonde’s hot mouth, covered in her own juices. If anything, it spurred her on.

Robbie watched the women kiss; he was totally erect now, their erotic show and especially that kiss after his wife’s thunderous orgasm had his undivided attention. He would have liked some relief himself, but thought it very bad form to slip his cock out and start wanking at least until he’d been properly introduced. However, knowing Cindy, he knew the introduction would come soon. Robbie knew she’d seen him and knew this kiss was partly for his benefit.

As the women continued to kiss, Cindy looked straight at him and winked, her eyes gleaming. She took one of her hands from the sleek back of the blonde woman and beckoned her husband all without breaking the kiss.

Robbie nearly laughed out loud when Cindy winked at him, he knew she had the devil in her and a broad smile broke across his handsome features as he took two strides across the room, admiring Sara’s tanned back and wondering if Cindy had in mind what he had in mind.

The kiss broke and Sara was left panting, as she turned her head to rest it on Cindy’s firm bosom the realisation struck that they weren’t alone.

“What escort bursa the fuck!”

“What the actual fuck?”

Cindy held onto her as the younger woman struggled to stand, but Sara was strong and angry all of a sudden. She burst free a cascade of yellow billowing around her as she lurched for Robbie.

“You, who the fuck are you?” she yelled, her accent thickening into broad country Aussie as she grabbed Robbie by the throat and shoved him forcefully backwards, sending him staggering hard against the wall.

“I should fucking string you up you fucking pervert.” she was shouting in his face.

Robbie wasn’t too alarmed, though surprised by her strength, he was enthralled by her. She looked like a wounded lioness, enraged but magnificent her blonde hair flailing behind, her lipstick smeared, eyes ablaze and the unmistakable aroma of sex exuding from her skin.

“I should fucking stick my hand down your fucking throat and pull your balls out of your fucking mouth” Sara yelled in his face “Who the fuck, just who the fuck…..” she was running out of steam, “for fuck’s sake Cindy fucking help me here.”

She glanced round to see Cindy sitting primly on the sofa, her dress back in place, hands in her lap, clearly no intention of dealing with this intruder.

“Oh, Sara darling, I haven’t introduced you, my apologies I’d like you to meet Robbie.”

Sara looked back at the man she held by the throat, who seemed bemused by the whole thing. She had a flicker of recognition. Did she know this pervert?

“Robbie you see,” Cindy was saying “is my husband.”

“I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry? Your fucking husband. Jesus Christ!” she’d grown louder again but let go of him, before leaning into his face and looking him straight in the eye.

“Do you make it a habit, you fucking pervert of watching another woman eat your wife’s pussy?” She stared at him.

“Well, I do as a matter of fact” he laconically replied, “it is a pretty magnificent sight after all.” He smiled and held out a hand.

“I’m Robbie, but I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure?” he left it as a question.

Sara was taken aback the last thing she was expecting was charm.

“Sara” she responded taking herself by surprise “I’m Sara” she shook his proffered hand. It was warm and a little rough in hers.

Before she knew what was happening Cindy had joined them, giving each a kiss on the cheek, wrapping an arm around their waists.

“Now we all know each other why don’t we all sit down and have a glass of champagne. Come along, take a seat, there’s always a bottle in the fridge.”

The heat had gone from Cindy’s anger and she did as she was told, sitting on the sofa, Robbie taking to an old garden chair opposite her.

“I’m sorry” he said looking her in the eye “I really didn’t mean to surprise you, and you seemed to be having so much fun” he arched an eyebrow “that, well it would have seemed churlish to interrupt just as Cindy was getting so close.”

He leaned across to her placing a warm hand on her knee.

“You have to admit she is quite something? And you seemed to be enjoying that marvellous pussy of hers?”

She couldn’t argue, Cindy was wonderful, she’d enjoyed exploring every fold and using her wet tongue to flick her stiff clit with the little ring piercing. She enjoyed removing the little love eggs and watching her quiver with delight as they popped from her slick tunnel to be replaced by her own thrusting fingers. And she’d enjoyed the gush of juice and the gasp of pleasure as she made her cum so hard.

So yes, she had enjoyed sucking Cindy’s marvellous pussy. But it was private as far as she was concerned.

“Listen mate” she said removing the hand from her knee and brushing down the folds of her dress “where I come from, we do it in private, we don’t sell tickets!”

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Cody (25 yrs.) is a bull rider who comes to the arena ranked number

5. He draws the bull, “Twister” on the first day of the “Professional Bull Riding” (PBR). He climbs into the bucking shoot. The bull is set free and Cody stays on for 8 seconds. He scores 91 points. He moves onto the second round.

Sissy (20 yrs.) is a golden blonde (36-24-32). She’s glad Cody is back this season after multiple injuries. She follows him on social media who revealed his scars to rodeo fans. Those scars cover his chest and flat stomach.

Later that night. Sissy turns off the lights in her hotel room and steps onto the balcony. She wears only black-lace panties and a tight black t-shirt. Her blonde hair is tied into a short ponytail. Her right hand carries an iPhone. The other hand holds a can of beer.

Sissy looks across at the other hotel rooms. She glances down one floor and notices a guy wearing only his towel. He’s walking around in his room with the balcony doors wide open. She lifts up the iPhone and zooms in on him.

She whispers, “My-Gawd… It’s Cody.”

He just got out of the shower. His brown hair is wet and combed back from his face. He’s talking on his iPhone who steps out onto his balcony.

She drops her beer over the railing and says, “Shit!”

Cody’s free hand presses against his hairy chest. The hand then slides down over his stomach.

She says, “He’s so damn hot.”

Cody walks up to the railing which hides his lower body by a solid border. His free hand pulls off the towel and hang’s bursa escort it over the railing.

She whispers, “Oh Shit.”

He turns around and steps back to a lounge chair. She sees his tight butt-cheeks before he sits down….

On the second day of the PBR. Cody climbs into the bucking shoot for his next ride. He draws the bull “Dirty Harry.” He rides 8 seconds and scores 90 points to take 2nd place overall.

The PBR is over. A popular hot dog stand remains open. Cody hadn’t changed his clothes after the last bull ride. He pays for a jumbo hot dog.

Sissy leans against the wall. She wears black cowboy boots and jeans. She also wears a thin black t-shirt with no bra on. The blonde hair hangs loose and her firm tits jiggle.

Sissy says, “Congratulations Cody.”

He looks at her, “Thanks. I’m back for another season.”

She smiles, “Yes you are. I saw you last night.”

Cody steps toward her as his eyes look down at her tits.

He replies, “I didn’t go anywhere last night.”

She smirks, “I know. You dropped your towel.”

His eyebrows raise up, “Did you like what you saw?”

She says, “Nice firm-butt… Can I have a bite of your hot dog?”

Cody replies, “Sure, but it’s a thick jumbo dog.”

They both smile at each other.

Inside Cody’s hotel room. The balcony doors are wide open. The long curtains are pulled closed. All of the lights are turned on. Clothes and cowboy boots leave a trail on the floor.

Cody and Sissy are both bursa escort bayan naked on top of the bed. She lays on her back with the blonde hair hanging loose. Both of her legs are spread open and bent at both knees. Her butt-cheeks are on the edge of the bed.

He stands on the floor with his body leaning over. His hands are placed on both sides of her waist. He watches his “thick” 6-inch cock which is buried inside of her golden pussy. He’s been thrusting long and very hard. He pulls out – but leaves the cock-tip inside. He then pushes all the way in as his brown crotch hits her blondeness.

Thrust —— Thrust —— Thrust —— Thrust.

She responds, “Hunnh…… Hunnnhh…… Gawd…… Shittt…!!!”

Thrust —— Thrust —— Thrust —— Thrust —— Thrust.

Sissy screams, “Hunnhh…… So-Thick…… Cody…… Don’t Stop..!!!”

He pulls out again and holds his cock-tip inside.

Cody grunts, “Your blonde pussy is so fucking wet.”

She replies, “You make me that way.”

Thrust —— Thrust —— Thrust —— Thrust.

She screams, “Hunnhh…… Hunnnnh…… My-Gawwd…… Hunnnhh.!!”

Thrust —— Thrust —— Thrust.

Sissy replies, “Oh-Gawd…… Gawwdd…… So-Good.!!”

Cody pushes all the way in and explodes, “UH-Ahhhhhhhhhh… Ahhhhhhhh… UH-Ahhhh.. My-Fucking…. Gawwwwdd..!!!”

30 minutes later.

Sissy and Cody are still on the bed and in the same positions. Her butt-cheeks are on the escort bursa edge of that bed. Both of her hands pull the legs up and are spread open.

Her blonde pussy is all soaked and wet.

Cody stands in-between her legs with his cock buried inside her cunt. His right thumb rubs the tip of her clitoris as he thrusts inward.

Thrust — Thrust — Thrust — Thrust….

She jerks her head, “Hunh-Unh-Unnnhh.!! Cody.!! Hunnnh-Shit-Shittt.!!”

He keeps watching his thumb rub her wild.

Thrust — Thrust — Thrust….

Cody grunts, “You’re-Soaking-Wet… So-Fucking-Wet… Fucking-Turns-Me-On.”

Thrust — Thrust — Thrust — Thrust….

Sissy breathes hard, “Hunnhh-Cody.!! Huunnnhh.!! Shit-Cody.!! Shiiitt.!!”

He rubs his thumb faster and keeps pushing inward.

Cody asks, “You-Like-Watching-Me…? Huh…? In-My-Hotel-Room…? Are-You-A-Voyeur…?”

She responds, “Hunnh-Hunnhh-Yesss.!! Yesss.!! Love-Your — Tight-Ass.!! Yes.!!”

Thrust — Thrust — Thrust — Thrust….

Sissy screams, “Cody.!! I’m-Cumming.!! Cumming.!! Hunnh-Unnnnnnnnhh.!! Unh-Unh-Unnnnnnhh.!! Shit-Shit.!!!”

Cody leans over and places his hands on the bed close to her waist.

He says, “My turn baby.”

His cock pushes all the way inside.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

Her tits jiggle.

He explodes, “UH-UHH-Ahhhhhhhhhh.. Ahhhhhhhhhh.. Ahhhhhh.!!!”

Cody holds inside as his body shakes and butt-cheeks clench.

The next morning. Sissy is gone. Cody wakes up under the bed covers and throws them off. He climbs from the bed naked. He staggers toward the bathroom and stops.

He says, “She took my cowboy boots.”

He notices her black-lace panties hanging on the front door knob.

Cody smiles, “I bet those panties are soaking wet.”

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I dropped the last of the moving boxes into the garage and tapped the garage door opener to close it up. I had ten minutes left to gas up the rental truck and return it so I slipped out while the door was lowering and hopped up into the truck. Someone walked toward my window and smiled. I rolled it down, looking at the man, mid-40s, who looked like he was just finishing a run.

“Welcome, neighbor! I’m Robert. I live at the end of the street, right before it loops back around. 340.”

“Oh hello Robert. I’m Ant. Anthony.”

“I won’t keep you. I’m sure you have to take this thing back. My wife is bringing you dinner tonight. We can talk more then. i just wanted to be the first to say hello.”

I thanked him and rolled up the window, put the truck in drive and released the emergency brake. He waved as I pulled away.

I remember thinking that I really couldn’t believe this was our new neighborhood. It was a single street, all new construction, high end houses, on a county road far from anyone else. There was a little park for the kiddos. Apparently, the neighbors are all super cool.

A few hours later, Lara and I were unboxing some dishes when the doorbell rang. I opened it and Robert introduced his wife. I welcomed them in and led them to the kitchen.

“This is my wife Lara. Lara, this is Kate and Robert. They are our neighbors.”

“We brought dinner! Hope you like homemade fried chicken.”

“Is this for real? Our last neighborhood was nothing like this. I don’t think anyone even said hi to us in the four years we were there, and you brought us dinner.”

Lara and I looked at each other in disbelief. Robert and Kate just smiled.

“It’s different here. We pride ourselves on having a true community. It’s like a tribe. We are there for one another. In fact, there’s a barbecue at the Johnson’s tomorrow. You’re all invited.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to crash a party.”

“Can’t crash something if you’re invited.”

The next evening we had brought the kids back from their grandparents and the four of us walked over to 312. It was just a few doors down. The gate to the backyard was open and we could hear music as well as the sounds of people in a pool, of a volleyball being hit, cheers.

Once we walked through the gate, we were warmly welcomed by all. I met so many people I didn’t remember a single name. Even the Johnson’s. Robert and Kate said it was normal. They all go out of their way to make the newest neighbors feel welcome.

While Lara took the kids to the pool to help them get ready, Robert pulled me aside.

“Did you see the HOA agreement? We don’t let anyone look at it before closing.”

“Yes, briefly.”

“Any questions?”

“Not really. $60 a month. Notify HOA before getting a new roof or fence, keep the grass cut.”

“And the addendum?”

“Can’t say I remember seeing it,” I trailed off at the end of the sentence as I saw a woman in her 20s climb out of the pool. Water ran off of her body, her bikini leaving little to the imagination.

“Ah, that’s Kim. She moved in last summer. Husband is away on deployment. Anyway, in the addendum there are a few items that have been added over the years. Make an honest effort to supply anything you own to those in need. If a neighbor needs propane for his grill and asks, share your spare bottle. That sort of thing.”

“That’s actually a good rule for a HOA.”

“Yes. We think so. We thought it would help instill some values that we thought were needed here. Another one is more of a suggestion. But strongly encouraged.”

“What is it?”

“Let’s take a brief walk.”

He guided me toward the gate and we walked down a few houses. As we passed our house, he paused.

“In some cultures, when a husband passes away, family subs in a relative to take his spot. In medieval Europe, kings and queens would forge alliance by marriage. In our neighborhood, we thought about these big ideas and sought a way to use what worked and what didn’t. We came up with a simple system. Each couple, or owner of a house of single, is allowed six bi-monthly sessions per year with anyone else in the neighborhood.”

“Wait, what? I don’t know if I’m

following.”

“It’s what it sounds like. Every two months, if you want to sleep with Kim, you can. If my wife wants to sleep with you, she can. I won’t make her. But the spirit of community here kind of regulates this naturally.”

“Uh… so if one of the men here wants to sleep with my wife, he can? What if I say no?”

“Well, we consider that not very neighborly. To maintain the tribe aspect here, if one doesn’t fit in, they aren’t part of the tribe. It becomes uncomfortable and they eventually decide to move out. But trust me, you want to be part of the community. It’s amazing to belong. I know what you mean when you said you bursa escort didn’t know anyone in your old neighborhood. People get suspicious of each other. No one helps each other, and forget the friendly ‘hello.’. Here, if your wife is carrying groceries in, anyone driving by will stop and lend a hand.”

“That all sounds great. Really. But I know my wife. She won’t want to share me.”

“Let Kate deal with her. She’s likely talking to her about it right now.”

“You guys don’t waste any time.”

“We don’t. It’s best to establish the relationship ASAP. It helps everyone get accustomed to it faster. We wait a month and it’s even more of a shock.”

“I have to ask. This…arrangement, applies only to homeowners right?”

“Oh yes, don’t worry. Nothing illegal happens here. We make sure that everyone is protected.”

“And this happens once every two months?”

“Yes. Men’s choice meet up the last Saturday of the month. Women’s is second Friday of the month.”

“What if two men pick your wife?”

“Exactly what you’d think. The dynamic can shift quite a bit. Heck, Kate was with a couple, man and woman, last time.”

“Can I give it some thought?”

“Of course. Talk with Lara tonight. See what she is thinking.”

We started walking back to the barbecue. I didn’t have anything else to say. I felt depressed mostly. Here was this awesome community. Our dream house. But I knew that Lara would have an issue with their methods.

“One more thing. Teddy from 390, works in IT and set up a server for everyone here. It contains and filters our security footage. The adults have a password protected folder where new residents upload a few things about themselves. A questionnaire, a photo, and a submission video.”

“Submission video,” I asked. The questionnaire and photo just made sense. Put a face to a name and read a little about everyone.

“Proves you’re in. If you can submit one, you can handle the other stuff. Nothing worse than figuring it out too late.”

“Don’t you all worry about legal recourse and if these videos get leaked or I don’t know, someone claims harassment.”

“As I said, we are a tight group. There’s trust there. And our server protects us. With buy-in from all as well as accountability and security footage, there’s no reason for a lawsuit. Well, here we are. Enjoy the party and talk with Lara. Shoot me a text when you’ve made up your mind.”

I walked by the pool and checked on the kids who were having a blast with their new friends. Lara put her hand around my waist and smiled up at me.

“I love it here,” she said.

“Me too.”

“What’s wrong? You hesitated.”

“Robert and I had a talk about some things. Did Kate fill you in?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, with a slight nod.

“And your thoughts? We can’t do it, right?”

“Well, I thought that at first. But I think I’m coming around. I understand what they’re doing.”

“But, would you be able to share me,” I asked. “I always got the impression that you wouldn’t.”

“If it’s mutual, I think it can work. They aren’t breaking up marriages here. If anything, they’re protecting the households.”

“Let’s enjoy the party and give it some more thought later.”

That night, after we had the best evening with everyone, I logged onto the server, using the access information on our HOA form. I read through the questionnaire and started answering questions about myself. Things like my favorite foods, sports teams, movies, places to visit. Generic but fun to think about. I posted a picture that had been one of my profile pics last year.

Lara joined me after her bath and filled in her information. Then we opened the instructions for the video:

Use a phone to record. Pass between each party at least once so that both parties are seen.

If single, then use a mirror.

Lights on, or natural daylight.

No clothing. No covering with sheets.

Length, up to interpretation.

Don’t be boring.

They stared at the monitor for at least thirty seconds longer than it took to read the short set of instructions.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said.

“Well, when did they want our answer?”

“Tomorrow, I think.”

“Let’s go for it,” she said. “I feel at home here and I don’t want to mess that up.”

“And if there are unintended consequences?”

“We will get through them. We have a solid relationship and we communicate.”

“Are you sure,” I said.

“Yes. Yes, I am. Let’s make a quick thing. Strip,” she ordered me.

The next morning I received an email notification. Our submission was approved. We would participate in community activities in a few weeks time.

We upped our exercise routines, without even discussing it. We just started working out more. We wanted to look our best. bursa escort bayan We scrolled through the submissions from all of the neighbors. It became quite addictive to try to learn about everyone, and of course, skim their videos. Some were boring. Shot wide and far. You couldn’t see anything. They must have been the reason the rules changed. A few stood out, Kim’s submission in particular. It was picture-in-picture and showed her sexting with her husband, as he was deployed in another country.

A few weeks later, we received our notifications for the month. Someone picked me. I clicked the link and it was Kim! I didn’t expect that. I felt giddiness that I needed to contain. I didn’t want Lara to feel jealousy about my appointment.

Then I checked her notification. 8 links. Did that mean 8 people? I clicked each one, opening in a new window. Sure enough. 8 men had chosen her. My head spun. Now I was the jealous one. So much interest in her.

I took the laptop up to our much- loved master bath. She was reclining in the soaking tub and sat up when I entered.

“Everything OK?”

“Yeah. I just wanted to show you the arrangements this time. We are in.”

“Oh. I hope I can handle this. I’m so nervous. I don’t want you to have too much fun,” she said with a smile.

“I’ll always love you. Anyway, I’m the one that’s nervous.”

“Why?”

“Take a look.”

I propped the laptop on the edge of the tub and showed her both windows. She frowned when she saw Kim, ten years younger and a bit more of a vixen. I need to add that my wife is the sexiest woman I know. She turns heads even at 35, where I’m just a middle-aged bald guy.

Then she clicked the other notification.

“8! What does that mean?”

“I asked Robert what happens if there’s multiple people interested, and he said, ‘exactly what you think.'”

“What? Like all at once?”

I nodded and Lara seemed to grow dizzy. She shook her head, refocused her eyes, and read the screen again.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she said. “Maybe if there were 2 guys, but 8?”

“We agreed to the rules though. If we back down, it won’t look good.”

“I know. I know.”

“They’ll use condoms. It’s mandatory.”

“That’s not my biggest worry. What if I’m sore after the first guy, or second. You know I’m small.”

“Do you want to back out?”

“Let me think about it.”

She drained the tub and put on some yoga pants and a sleeveless T and went for a walk. When she returned she told me her though process in one long nervous assertion. I listened, willing to support whatever she wanted.

“I walked a few laps around the circle and said hi to a few neighbors. They all were very nice and told me they were willing to help us anytime. They even suggested play dates for our kids. Kim offered to babysit. So all this stuff is happening out there and I decide the trade-off is worth it. When I think of 8 men and a woman, I think of some rough porn scene where the woman seems to be abused. These men aren’t like that. They’re family-oriented. They treat their wives well. They’ll treat me well. So I say, let’s go for it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“OK.”

A few days later, Kim texted me that she was outside. I went downstairs and opened the door for her. She was wearing jean shorts, showing off her long, lean legs, along with a white tank top. I could see her pink bra straps.

“Come in,” I said.

“Thanks.”

“Lara is upstairs and the kids are asleep. We have a spare room in the basement.”

“Actually, I’m cool if she wants to join us.”

“Really,” I sounded too excited. A threesome with my wife? The stuff of midnight fantasies.

“Ha, sure!”

“Well, we could head up to our room.”

“After you.”

I walked into the room and explained Kim’s offer. She said she was up for it and could cross one of the things off my forever not-going-to-happen sex bucket list. Win-win. Plus she could keep an eye on me. I laughed and waved Kim in.

“So, this is our first time with anyone outside of our marriage,” I said.

“I see. Well, I’m sure you read that I moved in with my husband last year. He was able to help move in before he was deployed. He wasn’t here for my initial encounter with the neighbors. I remember how nervous I was.”

“You said neighbors. Did more than one choose you?”

“Oh yes. There were 6 or 7. All the men, it seemed.”

“That’s going to be me in a few weeks. How did it go?”

“Are you nervous?” Lara nodded.

“Don’t be. They’re all totally cool.”

“See,” I said.

“I’m sorry. This is your party,” Lara said.

“As your first, it’s up to me to say, welcome to the neighborhood, with my body.”

At that, Kim lifted her top off, unclasped her bra and dropped it to the carpet, escort bursa followed by her shorts. She pushed me back onto the bed, leaned her breasts over me as she unzipped my shorts and slid them down. I watched her, and so did Lara though she stood to the side of the bed. Kim’s thumbs looped into her panties and she pulled them down, peeling them away from her hairless pussy. Her panties stuck to her pussy lips ever so slightly until her hands slid far enough down to overcome it. They sprung free and she dropped them to the floor.

She pulled my boxers down and my limp cock flopped to the side. She raised an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘not bad’.

She stepped toward Lara and undressed her, playing it up to get me aroused. Two women now nearly naked. She slipped her hand into Lara’s panties and Lara tilted her head back and gasped. Her breathing changed. She pushed Kim back, she said she was close and wasn’t ready to orgasm yet. Kim smiled at the thought.

She followed Kim’s lead and they knelt on the bed on each side of me, taking turns sucking me off. Then they both did a long slow lick of me entire cock. By now I was rock hard.

Lara unrolled a condom over me while Kim squatted above me, knees bent to the sides, her hands on my chest. She gasped as I entered her. Lara moved around and took one of Kim’s breasts into her hands, then her mouth.

One of her fantasies, one she was embarrassed about until I told her I totally was into it, was that she wanted to have sex with a woman with big breasts. Kim’s weren’t massive but they hung like two grapefruits from her chest, loose and large for her frame. I wanted to pin her down by her small shoulders and shove my cock between her boobs.

I slid my hand between Lara’s legs and touched her pussy. She was wet and begging for my fingers. Two of mine.

Kim was now bucking her hips, grinding against me. I was relieved for the condom because I wouldn’t last long with the ferocity she showed if I could feel her smooth pussy against my cock, clenched and growing wetter by the second.

Lara was begging me for more though and Kim understood and hopped off. Lara fell onto her back and I stood by the side of the bed and slapped the tip of my cock against her pussy. I shook it faster and faster until she started to shake. Kim bent over and ripped my condom off and then took me in her mouth just once. Then I shoved my cock into Lara. She gasped and stopped breathing until I pushed all the way in her. I grabbed her ankles and held them a shoulders-width apart while Kim sucked on her clit.

Lara moaned forever, her pussy going through wave upon wave. I thought she had a few orgasms. She later told me it was five. Five steadily increasing in intensity. When she was spent, she remained on her back. Kim spread out on top of her, face to face, while I put another condom on and entered her. Then she looked into Lara’s eyes and said stuff that made even me blush, about how she was close to coming on her husband’s cock, and how good it felt, and how Lara’s pussy was lucky to have it.

Kim braced herself up on her hands, running her pubic bone against Lara’s while I felt her tightening around me. I knew she was close. She started slamming back against me and then collapsed onto Lara’s body.

Lara looked up at me, over Kim’s shoulder and nodded that it was OK. I knew what she meant.

So I took my leave and spun Kim over onto the bed. Taking a breast in each hand, I sucked on her nipples. I pressed them together and pinned her down by her shoulders. I ripped off the condom and fucked her breasts, the soft flesh giving to my hard cock. She watched my eyes as I did that. One of her hands slipping between her thighs. She begged me to go back in.

“I’m out of condoms,” I said. She looked to Lara, who looked back at her.

“It’s ok with me. I’m on birth control,” she said.

This time the sensation was overwhelming. Her pussy was like warm honey. I held her breasts and leaned over, looking into her eyes. She screamed and I felt her body quaking as I pumped her full of my come.

“My goodness,” Lara said. “That looked intense… for both of you.”

Kim nodded and I collapsed between them. I was out of breath. They watched my chest fall and my cock soften and lean sideways.

“That was the best welcome I’ve ever had,” I said.

They laughed and curled up beside me.

“I have high hopes for when it is my turn,” Lara said.

“It’ll be fun,” Kim added.

“I wonder, will I be there in the room,” I asked.

“That’s a good question. I mean, I allowed Lara here. My husband was away when it happened so we didn’t get the option. Do you want to be there?”

“With 8 guys, I don’t think she’ll have time to let me join in. Do I want to watch?”

“Well, actually, you were just initiated. So I think you can have your pick that night,” Kim said.

“Oh.”

“What,” I asked.

“I might want you in the house. It would make me feel safer. But let’s sleep on it.”

Lara and I fell asleep and Kim quietly slipped out, grabbing her clothes on the way.

Two weeks until my test… could I handle it?

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He moved to her ear and whispered something. It was immediately obvious what he said because Melissa smiled, raised up her bum, slipped her panties off and handed them to Sir. His hands grasped her knees and spread her legs; Sophia was mesmerized and could not stop staring at her pussy. It was bare and looked so delicate; she wanted to put her mouth on her. Sophia glanced up and they looked directly at each other. Melissa smiled as Sophia put her hand under her own skirt. They watched each other for a moment and it was in that instant, that very moment, Sophia knew she wanted her. She wanted Sir to direct her, tell her to do nasty things to Melissa, direct her to please.

She had her legs spread and her skirt pulled up to her waist. Sir put the panties in her hand and Sophia watched as Melissa slid them up to her crotch. She rubbed them against her wet bursa escort bayan pussy as he whispered in her ear. It was so hot watching her do the naughty things Sir was commanding. She watched Melissa’s excitement as the panties were pushed inside. Her mouth was open and her breathing was getting labored; it was obvious she was enjoying her Sir.

“Go to the hallway where the bathrooms are; I’ll be there in a moment,” it was a text from Sir. As she got up, she saw Sir’s hand slide between Melissa’s legs. It didn’t take long before Sir came around the corner. He cuffed Sophia by his pussy and slipped two fingers inside. He pushed her back against the wall and barked, “Open your mouth.” She barely got her lips parted when Sir forced Melissa’s wet panties into her waiting mouth. He pushed them deep and almost made her gag. “Taste Melissa’s sweet pussy; I want you to have a sample of what is coming later.” Pinned against the wall, the aroma of her juices wafting up; Sophia felt Sir fucking his pussy with his fingers. His palm was rubbing her clit and she was going to cum.

Sophia wanted to cum; she wanted to ask those three simple words because she was so close. Seeing him touch Melissa and make her smile was driving her beyond excited. With the sodden panties still in her mouth, all she could muster out was a faint whimper.

Sir escort bursa pulled Melissa’s panties from her mouth and placed his hand around her neck, Sophia still felt pinned. “May I Sir, may I please cum?” He withdrew his fingers from his pussy and those went straight to her open mouth. He grabbed her bottom jaw and pushed her head against the wall. It was pleasing to taste her own excitement along with Melissa’s and Sophia eagerly cleaned her wetness from his fingers. Her tongue circled each digit and she enjoyed every drop.

“My dirty girl, no you may not cum now.” He removed his fingers from her mouth and kissed her, hard and deep. His hand slid around her back and pulled her close. “I love you and I am yours; completely. Now, head to the room and get yourself prepared. I’ll bring her up soon and I want you ready.” As soon as Sophia walked around the corner, she looked at Melissa. She was smiling and she wished her a good night. It was obvious Sir didn’t tell her of his plans for the three of them; she was Melissa’s surprise and this felt so naughty.

Sophia glided the white tank top over her head; she let it slide down across her nipples. She was wet, very wet and her fingers slipped inside easily; she had to prepare her lips for him. It didn’t take long for her to get into position and she waited. When the key slid into the lock, she was ready. In the middle of the room, on her knees, head down and facing the door, her hands were behind her back. The candles gave off a very soft light and a slight hint of vanilla. The door closed and she heard Melissa speak, “Oh my, it’s the woman from the PUB; she is so beautiful…is she mine?”

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Author’s Note: This isn’t in my usual style, but this was a request from a reader who gave me permission to post it on here.

Also due to character limits, here is the full summary:

Chris and Autumn have been friends for years, but now have an on and off friends with benefits thing when they’re single, where they take turns role-playing or doing scenes for each other. It’s Autumn’s turn and Chris has a surprise for her.

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As his hands trailed down Autumn’s sides, sending shivers of anticipation through her body, Chris lightly nibbled a spot on her naked shoulder. His beard scraped against her skin as he delivered a nip that had her gasping at the sudden pooling of warmth between her legs. And, when his calloused fingers ghosted over her bare stomach, before his palm came to rest possessively over where her womb was, Autumn felt an even stronger rush of arousal as she realized what he role play he was starting up for her.

He knew of her breeding kink, he had even helped her with it a few times, and he always knew what to say to help her find a mind numbing orgasm. It was one of the rare times he would go bareback for her, but she was on the pill so she was fine. In reality she knew she wasn’t ready for a kid, but damn if he didn’t get her good and soaked with his words. Even when she had a boyfriend who would feed into it for her, they were never as good as Chris. Ready for a kid or not, the thought of that gorgeous man putting a baby in her always gave her a case of sore ovaries.

“Still taking your pills, Aut?” His voice, made husky by his own arousal, questioned by her ear just before the tip of his tongue traced the shell of her ear. Autumn nodded as she leaned back against his broad chest while the hand on her abdomen began to rub soft circles over the area. “You up for a little risk tonight sweetheart?” As he questioned her his other hand cupped her naked breast and rolled a tender nipple between two fingers, drawing a breathy moan from her.

“God yes… Please Chris, I want to feel you cum inside me,” she replied as she reached behind herself to stroke the half mast cock pressing against her ass. She was rewarded with a deep moan that had her pussy clenching in anticipation. “Want to feel your cum leaking out of me.”

“Uh-uh doll.” He lightly pinched her nipple before moving to the neglected one. “I brought something special for you tonight.” He nipped her earlobe as he massaged her breast, while his other hand moved down to the triangle between her legs. His finger teased through her folds, testing her wetness while also serving to make her moan and push her aching pussy against his hand. “We’re not wasting a single drop tonight princess.”

Autumn lost her ability to respond when two fingers dipped into her welcoming heat and began slowly thrusting in and out of her. The palm of Chris’s hand massaged her clit while his fingers curled inside of her passage, stroking that sweet spot inside of her that made her see stars.

“Chris!” She gasped at the deep stroking and grabbed at the arm of the hand that was currently pinching and rolling her tender nipple. “Oh god… Chris, ease up the nipples tonight.”

“Little sore…right?” He removed his fingers from inside of her and moaned around his fingers as he used his mouth to clean them off. “A bit over sensitive?”

Autumn moved out of his hold and turned to face him. “How did you know?”

A dark smirk tugged at his lips as he put his hands on her hips and walked her backwards to her bed. “It’s been two weeks since your last period Autumn,” his voice was low as he spoke to her, “your nipples are always so sensitive around the time your body would be ovulating.” He grinned when he saw how wide her pupils had blown as he spoke to her. “And tonight I fully plan on giving your body what it wants. Now, be a good little breeder, get on your hands on knees for me.”

Autumn obeyed without words, turning away from him to crawl into her bed so she could get on her hands and knees. She was so turned on by him timing out when she’d be most fertile that she couldn’t think straight. All of the times he’d given her dirty talk, he’d never gone so far with it; she was not at all about to complain.

Chris moved onto the bed behind her and teased the head of his cock up and down her slit, gathering and spreading her juices. “Fuck sweetheart,” he moaned as he stroked his cock to spread her wetness over his length, “already so wet for me. Knew you wanted this.”

Autumn whimpered with need as she pushed her hips back to him, desperate to spread open by the thick cock in his hand. “God yes, I want it,” she responded, her voice begging, “Fuck me, Chris, knock me up.”

Chris dragged his cock head through her folds once more before lining up and pushing in. Her walls squeezed his cock in welcome as he sank all the way in, stretching and filling her in ways no one ever could. As his cock bottomed out deep inside of her, both parties moaned at the feeling of being joined so perfectly.

“Shit Autumn,” he moaned bursa escort as he felt her walls sucking at his cock, “so fucking good.”

Autumn moved away some and then pushed back, moaning as his cock disappeared back inside of her. “Please Chris…”

“That eager for me to fill you up?” He teased her as he took hold of her hips and began finding himself a rhythm to build them both up.

She moaned out an affirmative response as she began moving back against his thrusts, enjoying the feeling of his balls swinging against her with each of his deep thrusts. “Love it when you — oh fuck! – cum in me. Feels so good.” She worked her walls around his cock as he fucked her, and gave an extra tight squeeze when he fisted her hair and began using it to help draw her back into his thrusts.

“That’s it Aut, squeeze my cock like a good bitch.”

Autumn cried out in a mix of shock and pleasure when one of his hands came down on her ass. “Shit!” Spurred on by his actions and words, she made it a point to squeeze him as he drew back, desperate to get his load to fill her.

She whined as his thrusts slowed to deliberate, teasing, agonizing thrusts. “Wh…What? What are you-“

“Shhh,” he crooned softly as he kept up his slow movements, “I have something to tell you, then I’ll pick right back up. Gonna be a good girl and listen for me?”

Autumn nodded as she gave a breathy moan when he drew out slowly and then pushed back in, just as slow. “O…Okay…”

“Remember how I said I brought something special for you tonight?” He bit his lip to fight back a moan as her pussy squeezed his cock when he withdrew it, and then as she answered him, pushed back in to break off her words in a moan. “That’s it baby, so good… Brought you a plug doll.” He chuckled softly when he felt her walls flutter around his cock.

“Why…oh god,” she moaned softly, “why did you bring a plug?”

“Told you…not wasting a single drop tonight.”

He released her hair as he thrust back into her, then leaned over her to wrap his arm around her middle and draw her up onto her knees while he stayed buried inside of her. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her flush against him. They both took a moment to enjoy the new, tight angle before a hand strayed down to her abdomen again and he spoke by her ear.

“I switched out your pills when you got your new prescription.”

Autumn’s half-lidded eyes snapped open wide in shock as her pussy clenched tightly at his words. “What?”

Chris’s hand stroked over her belly as he chuckled softly. “I got fake ones and switched the packets. You’ve been taking sugar pills Autumn,” he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth as the fingers of his other hand found her clit and began rubbing slow circles over the sensitive nub, “and tonight, after you milk my cock dry, I’m plugging you to make sure I breed you up.”

Autumn couldn’t stop herself from squeezing around him with a breathy moan as a thrill shot through her at the thought of him manipulating her body like that. “You wouldn’t…you didn’t — oh!” She cried out when he delivered a harder than usual bite to her shoulder, guaranteed to leave a bruise.

“I did.” The finality with which he spoke had a tremor coursing over her body. “I switched the last pack too princess, and I’ve been taking pills to increase my count. We’re making a baby tonight.”

Autumn found herself being eased back down on her hands and knees before Chris began moving inside of her again, drawing more moans from her as he used her body. Her thoughts were scattered, unable to form a coherent thought past the fact that he was actually trying to knock her up. She rocked back into his thrusts, desperate in her lust haze to get him to cum in her, to take every risky drop into her fertile womb. “Chris,” she moaned, “harder!”

“That’s it,” he praised her as he gave her what she wanted and began thrusting harder into her, smacking his cock against her cervix repeatedly, “that’s my good little bitch.” He would’ve worried he was hurting her, but the way she was moaning for him and squeezing his cock let him know she was okay.

That was one thing about sex with her that he enjoyed, he never had to hold back with her. She liked being treated rough in the sack, and that was the one area he liked being rough with a woman. And after what she did for him on the last role play night, he wanted to give her everything she desired. He may not have actually switched her pills, or taken pills to increase the chances of a baby, but it’s what got her going so he was happy to convince her it was what she was getting. The one thing he did say that was true, was that he had brought a plug for her. He remembered she had talked about it being something she’d wanted but no guy had been willing to do for her, not wanting something else to be inside their woman. They were idiots.

But he had to admit, seeing her get this worked up over the threat of actually getting pregnant, rather than just talking about it, was having an unexpected bursa escort bayan effect on him. Yeah he was enjoying sex with Autumn, he always did, but something about her being so worked up over him claiming her in such a way had his cock leaking copiously inside of her before he’d even reached his orgasm. He wasn’t close, but he was getting there quicker the more worked up she got. And thinking about her actually growing with his child had his balls starting to tense up as he thrust harder into her.

When did he start getting into this the same way she did?

Autumn worked herself back against his thrusts as he took her, moaning his name along with a few obscenities as his actions got just as desperate for his release as hers were. Thoughts of his hand on her pregnant belly while he fucked her from behind began filling her head. She knew it was wrong to think about Chris like this, but the picture he had painted for her left little room for anyone else right now. In her mind it was his child growing inside of her, growing her belly and making her breasts swell as they filled with milk for the life they started. The life he made sure that would start by switching her pills and taking some to increase the chances of breeding her. God she was so fucked. She wanted a baby with him, wanted his cum to ruin her for others.

She cried out as her orgasm took her by surprise, making her pussy squeeze and flutter around his cock as he kept moving, fucking her through her orgasm as he chased his.

“Fuck…almost…so close…fuck.”

Chris’s fingertips dug into the flesh of her hips as he drew her back into one final thrust, sheathing his cock in her fully as he spilled his release inside of her. Her name was a broken moan as his lips as she worked her inner muscles to eagerly milk his cock, which was jerking and pulsing inside of her as he filled her up. Each pulse sent small thrills of pleasure through Autumn as his own mind ran wild at thoughts of this not being pretend. He leaned over her and nipped her back before he reached under her stroked his hand over her stomach, moaning as he earned another squeeze from the pussy stretched over his cock, and used his fingers to attack her clit.

Autumn cried out and involuntarily squeezed this time as Chris attacked her oversensitive clit. “Chris stop! Too, fuck! Too m-much!”

“Not enough,” he countered, his voice low and dark as he nipped her shoulder and kept up his ministrations. “Gotta make sure you take it all, doll. Make sure I breed you up.”

His words pushed Autumn over the edge into another orgasm, this one more intense than the last. All of her renewed squirming and squeezing helped draw a final bit of cum from Chris, who gave a broken moan as he removed his fingers from her clit to before stroke that hand over her stomach.

“You’re going to look so damn sexy when your tummy swells with our kid, Aut.” He smirked to himself at how she shivered beneath him. “Put yourself down on your elbows for me, keep this ass in the air.” He slowly drew back, wanting to enjoy her tightness as long as he could before the tip slipped out, bringing a trail of their fluids that still connected their bodies.

Autumn had begun to whine at the lost of his cock, but it quickly turned to a low moan as she felt him using his fingers to push back in the cum that been drawn out. “That’s — oh god — that’s new.” She moaned again as he pushed more back in.

“Told you doll, tonight’s different. Stay put.”

Chris moved off the bed and left the room for the living room where he had left his overnight bag, and retrieved what he had brought with him. When he returned and found her as he had left her, he caressed her hip with his free hand. “So good for me, staying out and keeping that ass in the air.”

“You know I’ll always be good for you,” she looked back over her shoulder at him with a playful grin. “Even though I do like it when you spank me.”

Chris smiled and chuckled as he gave her ass a little smack, liking the way she bit her lip to muffle her moan. “Maybe next time doll, but this time, I got something else for you.” He held up the plug so she could see it, and was rewarded by her eyes going wide, her pupils dilating as she obviously remembered the rest of what he had told her earlier.

“You were serious…”

“About all of it doll,” he confirmed as he lined the plug up with her entrance and began easing it into her as he continued, “the pills, taking pills myself, plugging you up. You’re my breeder now babe.”

“Oh fuck.” Autumn whimpered as her body heated up again at the picture he was painting for her.

“That’s going to be my baby growing in you soon.” He lightly tapped the end of the plug when it was in her, making her gasp and moan as she fisted the sheets by her head. “All this week, Aut… All week I’m going to keep you plugged up and full of my cum.” His fingers began rubbing slow circles over her abused clit, making Autumn gasp and squirm a little. “But you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.” escort bursa The word was breathed out on a shaking exhale as she squeezed around the plug inside of her. “Want you to knock me up. Want to give you a baby.”

“Think I’m going to stop at one?” He chuckled darkly behind her as he rubbed her clit faster, and added more pressure as his other hand reached under to grab and massage her breast. “No sweetheart, I called you my breeder for a reason.”

Autumn’s eyes went wide as she trembled at his words. “Wh-What?”

“Your body’s mine now Aut, and I’m getting as many kids from you as I can.” His fingers rolled and teased her sensitive nipple, making her squirm back against him. “Fuck, gonna have so much fun making sure I keep you pregnant. Everyone’s going to know you belong to me.”

“Please Chris,” she whimpered as she pushed back against the erection she could feel growing against the curve of her ass, “plug me up with more.”

Chris wasted no time in granting her pleas, removing the plug and replacing it with his cock that was growing harder as he thought about making sure more of his cum was inside of her when she was guaranteed to be fertile. They both moaned as he sank into her pussy, and Autumn squeezed around his thick cock.

“Oh god, how are you ready again?” She questioned before moaning as he drew out and then thrust back in.

“You, round with my child,” he moaned and gave her hips a squeeze before he began moving, his thrusts slow and deep. “It’s all I can think about, knocking you up… Making you carry my kid… Fuck, that’s it, squeeze my cock baby.” He slapped Autumn’s ass and smirked at the way she pushed back against him. “Even poked a few holes before…” He hadn’t really, but he knew she didn’t know that. The way she nearly squeezed his soul out through his cock was his reward for the lie.

“You didn’t…” She was so keyed up from his words and actions that his “confession” nearly drove her over the edge. “You wouldn’t — fuck!” She cried out as he gave an extra hard thrust.

“I did,” he growled out as he picked up his pace and squeezed her hips even tighter. “Got disappointed each time nothing took.” He slapped her ass harder and enjoyed the way her ass reddened from his palm. “Came so hard thinking about knocking you up with our baby.”

Hearing him call it their baby, instead of just his, tapped some part of her fetish and she began fucking herself back, taking over the pace as good as she could from this position. She gave a whorish moan when he timed his thrusts with her pushing back, hitting that sweet spot inside of her as she desperately tried to get him off inside of her again. “Fill me,” she begged, lost in her pleasure and the scene. “Please Evie, need your cum. Want to give you a son.”

“Keep using my cock Aut,” he panted softly as he slapped her ass again, “keep it up, almost there baby girl.”

Autumn was so lost in her pleasure and her desire to give her friend a child, that when the coil tightening inside of her finally snapped all she could do was mindlessly continue to rock back on his cock, desperate to feel his hot seed claim her body once more. She didn’t have to wait too long before Chris followed suit, her name mixed in with a few curses as he rode out his orgasm inside of her, pumping each spill of his seed deep inside of her where some primal part of his brain needed it to take root. To her credit, Autumn was doing what she could do to keep working her pussy around his cock, milking him for every last drop while panting softly into the bed.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised as he kissed along her spine, “keep milking me. Help me get you good and full before I put the plug back in.” He moaned when she squeezed down on his cock. “Such a good little breeder…”

“Your breeder,” she muttered almost incoherently before she gave a pitiful whine as his cock was slowly withdrawn from her body. But, the loss of his cock was easily forgotten when his fingers once again pushed in any fluids his cock had drawn out along the way. “Why is that so fucking hot? Shit Chris…” She moaned as the plug was returned to her tender pussy, keeping plenty of his cum trapped inside of her.

“Because you love me using your body the way it was meant for,” he answered, grinned when she shivered, before he gently helped move her onto her back. He grabbed one of his pillows and helped get it up under her hips, keeping them raised as if he were genuinely trying to knock her up. He moved to lay next to her on his side with one arm propping his head up, while the other hand rubbed slow circles over her stomach. “How are you feeling gorgeous?”

A soft, noncommittal grunt was the only response Autumn could muster up in her sex drunk state, and she couldn’t even make her eyes open all the way or at least focus. She was practically floating on a cloud as he kissed her shoulder, the scruff of his beard tickling her skin as it had earlier in the evening.

Even though the physical aspect was done, Chris wanted to drive home the game for his friend. “That’s my good girl… Now, you lay there and rest. Let everything settle where it should and hopefully we won’t have to try long for something to take.” He smirked as her thighs squeezed together and she whimpered. “We’ll have plenty of fun trying though, won’t we princess?”

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At breakfast the next morning, John and I were finishing our oatmeal. I had done the morning chores, brought in the bucket of milk for Mary to filter. She was skimming the cream off of yesterday’s milk getting ready to turn it into butter. John said he was going to work up in the North Meadow getting the field ready to plant corn and wanted me to weed the spinach and lettuce then plant the carrots in the two long rows next to the cabbage.

He took a sip of coffee and looked over at Mary in the kitchen. He put his cup down, took a deep breath and said, “Listen, Pete, I have to talk to you about Sherry.”

He leaned forward, cleared his throat, looked me in the eyes then said, “We have a rule about apprentices staying away from Sherry. You’re here to work for us and we’ve had problems in the past with apprentices socializing too much with her and not getting their work done. We fired an apprentice last year because he was too distracted to get his work done.”

“Well, I’m here to learn all I can about farming,” I said.

“I don’t want you to misunderstand me, Pete, but Sherry can be a flirt and I don’t want her interfering with your work. We have a strict rule that she is not suppose to hang around the apprentices.”

While he was talking, I could not get the image from last night of Sherry riding me like a cowgirl on a bronco screaming for me to fuck her. John looked up at Mary in the kitchen, pouring the heavy cream into the blender.

“I know my daughter,” he said. “She’s like her mother, a real rebel, so I suspect she’s going to test our rule.”

I was surprised when he called Mary a rebel and glanced up to see her shaking her head as she overheard him but she didn’t say anything. He took a sip of coffee, put the cup down with a thud and looked at me sternly.

“Now Sherry knows the rules and you know the rules—she stays away from apprentices and I swear you’ll be out of here in two minutes if I see you hanging around her.” John had a stern, angry look in his eyes as he said those words, adding, “And I mean it, young man.”

John stood up and said, “Time to get to work, Pete.” He went into the kitchen and gave Mary a kiss on the cheek. She smiled and kissed him back. She said, “Don’t forget the co-op wants that delivery of eggs this afternoon?”

“Thanks for reminding me,” he said, then turned to me. “Pete, you’ll have to deliver the eggs to the co-op this afternoon by four. They get ten dozen. You’ll have to get their order ready.” John put on the straw hat he wore in the field, and then added, “And fill the truck up with gas before you come home.” He opened the screen door then turned to me. “Remember what I said about Sherry,” he said glancing at his wife. Then he left the house.

When I took my empty bowl and cup to the sink, Mary had her eyes on the blender making sure it didn’t turn the butter into whipped cream. She didn’t look at me when she said, “I see John gave you the little lecture about Sherry.”

“He did,” I answered, remembering what he said about his wife being a rebel when she was younger.

“He worries so about her,” she said. “He’s a man who believes in work before pleasure,” she added. “We’re kind of opposites in lots of ways. I think pleasure is more important then work. It’s all about balance,” she added. “Maybe that’s why we have such a good marriage.”

I was surprised she was getting so personal with me. She turned off the blender, looked at the butter and said, “Perfect. Nothing like fresh butter,” she added. She turned to me and said, “This is going to be a hard summer for you, Pete, because of John’s rule about apprentices and Sherry.” She paused, “And I know Sherry.” She picked up her mug of coffee and took a sip, looking at me over the rim. She then put the empty mug in the sink. “Sherry’s like me and loves pleasure. She’s knows how to get what she wants and John is real stubborn and wants what he says to be the law. He won’t budge and if he sees you with Sherry, you’ll be fired, no matter how good a worker you are. Believe me we’ve lost some good apprentices because of Sherry and John’s rule.”

I thanked Mary and said, “I better get to work.” While I was weeding the spinach row, I thought about my situation. I knew how hot and determined Sherry was and how hard it was going to be to stay away from her. I remembered Sherry saying, how she liked sneaking off to fuck, how exciting it was. I liked her spirit but didn’t want it to get me fired. I was sure Mary was right about Sherry knowing how to get what she wanted. She was definitely strong, smart and a rebel like her mother. I remembered saying to her this was going to be an adventure and we’ll just take one day at a time, but now I realized how difficult and dangerous this adventure would be.

After an hour of weeding the spinach rows, the sun was getting higher and I was sweating. I had finished two rows of spinach, noticing it almost ready to harvest and decided to go back to the house to get a drink of water. Topkapı Escort Just as I opened the screen door, Sherry was walking out. I saw her mother at the kitchen table peeling potatoes.

“Hi, Pete,” she said with a little cordial smile and kept walking. She had a book under her arm. She was wearing the tightest cut offs I’d ever seen and a red tee-shirt that was cut just below her tits, revealing her flat stomach. The shorts were the low cut type and accented her hips and ass. She knew I was watching her as she swayed her hips just enough to tantalize me. Talk about knowing what she wanted.

I went into the house, got a glass of water and went back out on the porch to drink and looked over at Sherry sitting under the peach tree reading her book. She knew I was looking at her but kept reading. She had her bare feet on the ground and her legs bent so she could prop the book on her thighs as she read. Her legs were spread apart and I could see her crotch. I knew she was sitting that way on purpose, because she looked up at me, smiled and then went back to her book.

I finished my water, walked into the kitchen to put the glass down. I glanced at Mary peeling potatoes at the table and wanted to make sure she didn’t notice me pay attention to Sherry.

When I went out on the porch, Sherry looked up at me from her book and our eyes met. She smiled, slowly moving her tongue across her bottom lip. She was teasing me, but I was determined to keep our distance and walked back to the spinach row, trying to ignore her by not looking, but my mind was captivated by how sexy she looked in those tight cut-offs, her tits barely contained by her flimsy shirt and the sexy way she looked at me.

For an hour or so, I continued weeding, looking up every once in a while to see Sherry reading her book. When I finished weeding, I decided to go into the shed to get the carrot seeds. I walked past Sherry but tried not to look at her, keeping my head down as I walked. John was up in the North Meadow, her mother was in the house. No one would see us if we talked, but I thought it was best to keep our distance. While I was on my way to the shed, Sherry stood up to stretch. She lifted her arms in the air and stood on her toes, reaching skyward as she stretched. With her arms high above her head, the shirt pressed tightly against her tits revealing her nipples. She then turned, her back to me and continued stretching causing her cut-offs to rise on her ass, revealing a good amount of her ass cheeks.

I tried not to look at her as I walked past her, then Sherry bent over to touch her toes. Her cut offs were tight on her ass as she bent over. She looked delicious and I wanted to walk over to her and rub my cock against the crack of her ass and then fuck her. She knew she was teasing me because as I walked by she smiled then looked away. I glanced at her and kept walking.

While I was in the shed filling up the bucket with carrot seeds, I heard a sound in back of me and saw Sherry standing in the doorway. “Are you trying to get me fired?” I asked.

“Don’t worry,” Sherry said. “Dad can’t see us and my mom won’t say anything.”

“She won’t,” I responded.

“She’s not as uptight as my Dad is,” she said. “But we can’t let him know,” she added.

“Well I don’t want to take a chance and have him catch us. He’ll be coming down from the North Meadow for lunch soon. I don’t want to get fired,” I said.

Sherry was leaning against the side of the doorway smiling at me. She had her hands on her hips. Her cut-offs were so tight on her crotch that I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I was getting hard again. I saw her glancing at the bulge in my jeans.

“Tell me you don’t want to fuck me right now,” she said, looking me in the eyes. She walked towards me and put her hand on my crotch and started rubbing my cock. “My, my,” she whispered, looking me in the eyes. “Come on, Pete, tell me

you don’t want to fuck me on the floor right now.”

Just then I heard the lunch bell ringing from the house and knew John would be on his way down for lunch. Sherry took my hand and placed it on her mound rubbing herself. “You’re making me wet,” she said.

“We better get up to the house for lunch,” I said. “I don’t want your dad to catch us.”

Again Sherry ignored me as she rubbed my cock with one hand and held my other hand on her crotch, pressing herself against my hand. “Ohhhh. Pete, This feels so good. I’m so horny. I can’t wait to fuck you later.”

I heard the tractor coming down from the North Meadow and pushed Sherry’s hand away. She then rubbed her crotch against my bulging jeans grinding into my hard cock and moaning. Her eyes were closed as she pressed harder, moving her pussy up down my cock. “You’re so hard and I’m so hot,” she whispered into my ear. “Tell me you want to fuck me. Tell me how much you want to get your cock in me,” she said İstanbul Otele Gelen Escort with a devilish grin on her face, looking into my eyes.

“Come on, Sherry, This is dangerous. You’re dad’s coming. He’ll see us”

“Just tell me you want to fuck me and we’ll get out of here,” Sherry said.

“God, you know I want to fuck you. You’re driving me crazy, but we’ve got to stop or we’ll get caught.”

“Tell me again,” she said, rubbing her crotch harder up and down my cock.

“Okay. Okay. I want to fuck your brains out. I want to fill you with my cock. Is that what you want to hear?” I was starting to get angry at her, but the angrier I got, the hornier I got and all I wanted to do was to take her and fuck her as hard as I could right there on the floor of the shed.

Finally, I got control of myself and pushed her away and said, “You’re going to get me fired, Sherry, We’ve got to be careful.”

Sherry laughed. “Doesn’t the danger of getting caught turn you on?” she asked, looking into my eyes.

I looked at her and said, “You’re a devil, aren’t you?”

“I’m also an angel,” she said. “You’ll see what I mean as the summer goes on.”

She then walked past me to leave the shed. At the door she turned and smiled. “See you at lunch and remember you better behave your self.”

I shook my head in disbelief at what just happened. “I hope I survive her wildness,” I muttered, as I finished putting carrot seeds in the pail. “She sure likes living on the edge,” I added, “but she’s right, the danger is exciting.”

At lunch, Sherry hardly spoke to me. The book she had been reading was on the table while she helped her mother bring the food to the table. I was talking to John about how the spinach was coming in and that I would plant carrots after lunch. I glanced at Sherry loving how her cut offs strained at her ass and how strong her long legs looked. She was barefooted.

John told me he got most of the feed corn planted and was going to finish up after lunch. Sherry sat across from me talking to her mother until the phone rang. While her mother was on the phone, Sherry continued reading her book while poking at the salad in front of her. I asked her what she was reading and she held up the book so I could see the title, but she didn’t speak.

“The Odyssey,” I said. “I read that when I was at College of the Atlantic. I had a whole course on Greek Literature.”

“Me, too,” she said, keeping her eyes on the book.

“I’m writing a series of poems about Sisyphus,” I said.

She looked up. “Really, I didn’t know you wrote poetry.”

“Well, I do. It’s one of my favorite things to do and Sisyphus is one of my favorite characters,” I said. “Do you know that legend?”

“I do,” she said. “He’s the one who was punished by the gods and had to push a rock up a hill.” She put her book down. “In fact, I read a book by Albert Camus called “The Myth of Sisyphus.” We read it in a course on Existentialism, last year. I’m a philosophy major at Brown,” she added. “Do you have the poems you’ve written here at the farm?” she asked.

“I do but I’m not sure they’re ready to be read,” I said, “but, I think I’d let you read them sometime.”

I looked over at John, listening to our conversation. He looked at Sherry and then at me, then got up and took his dish into the kitchen. Sherry went back to reading her book. I got up and took my plate and washed it. John came back to the table and said, “Don’t forget our conversation, this morning.” He looked at Sherry but didn’t say anything. He put on his hat and left the house and turned to me.

“Don’t forget to fill up the truck with gas this afternoon.”

When John left, Sherry asked, “What time are you going into town?”

“I’ve got to drop off the eggs at the co-op at four, so I’ll be leaving here around three-thirty. The eggs are already in egg cartons. I noticed Sherry pick up a pen and write something down on a piece of paper and fold it up. She then got up and took her plate to the sink and without a word put the paper in my hand. I put it my pocket and headed out to the shed to get the carrot seeds. When I was in the shed I opened Sherry’s note. It said, “Meet me in the barn at two-fifteen.”

“Damn,” I thought. “She sure likes to take chances.” While I was planting the carrot row, I kept thinking about meeting Sherry in the barn. John would be in the North Meadow until at least four, but he could come back for something and catch us. The idea of meeting Sherry in the barn was exciting. I rushed to get the carrots planted. I’d have to leave by 3:30 to get to the co-op by four. I went to the egg refrigerator, got the eggs and put them in the truck. I covered them with a tarp so that they would be kept cool and walked up to the barn.

The cow was up in the pasture. A few chickens were pecking at manure in the barnyard. Other than that it was İstanbul Rus Escort quiet. I entered the dark barn and looked around, wondering where Sherry was.

“Up here,” I heard Sherry’s voice and looked up in the hay loft. I climbed up the ladder and looked around but still didn’t see Sherry. “Over here,” she called. Then I saw her in the corner of the loft, sitting on a saddle mounted on two horizontal boards that were elevated it off the ground.

“Sit with me on the saddle,” she said. “I had a horse when I was in high school, but we sold it when I left for college. I love sitting on a saddle.”

Sherry looked so sexy on the saddle in her tight cut offs with her legs spread. She had cowboy boots on. “I’ve always wanted to get fucked on this saddle,” she said. “So come on cowboy” she smiled, “take me for a ride.”

I wasn’t quite sure how this was going to work, but I got up and sat behind her. She moved forward so that her crotch was pressed against the horn of the saddle. My cock was pressed against her ass. As she leaned forward and started moving against the horn, rubbing her crotch, her ass went up and down on my cock. I reached in front and grabbed both of her tits and started kneading them.

“Keep doing that Pete. Grab my tits! Do it harder!” She moaned, moving her ass against my hard cock, her pussy moving faster against the horn.

“Oh God, this feels so good. This is so hot. I love fucking myself on this saddle.” The more she moved, the more my cock pushed into her jean covered ass. I was holding her tits in my hands, feeling the nipples through her thin shirt, the movement of her ass on my cock driving me crazy.

Suddenly, she stood up with her feet in the stirrup and somehow turned to face me. She unbuttoned her cut offs, lifted one leg, wiggled her hips as she slid them down so that they were hanging by one of her boots. She was not wearing panties. Her feet were in the stirrups, her legs spread wide apart and her wet pussy was in front of my face, inches from my mouth. It was clear what she wanted. Sherry took my head and pulled me so that my mouth was on her pussy. She arched her back, pushing her pussy forward. “Eat me,” she said, looking down at me. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her on to my tongue. “Come on, Peter, fuck me with your tongue.”

Her legs were spread apart and my tongue lapped up her wet pussy. I was getting my tongue deeper into her as she pressed herself harder against my mouth. I found her clit causing her whole body to shudder every time my tongue touched it.

“Ohhh yes, I love it, eat me, eat me,” she yelled grabbing my hair, arching her back, her eyes looking straight up at the top of the barn, her hands pulling my hair, getting me deeper into her pussy, “Oh, my God, that feels so good. Come on, eat me harder. Harder!”

I could tell she was on the verge of cumming as her body tensed and she started screaming, “Ohhhhhhh yes, I’m cummming, I’m cumming” and she placed the back of her hand in her mouth, trying to silence her screaming. My cock was straining in my jeans. I took one hand off her ass, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and managed to get my cock out. I don’t think it has ever been so big and hard. It was like a spear.

Suddenly, I took my mouth away from her pussy and said, “I want to fuck you. I want you!” Sherry looked down and saw my cock sticking straight up. “You look huge, like the horn on this saddle,” she said. Her legs were spread wide and her feet were in the stirrups.

“Man, I want to ride you!” she said then sat down spreading her legs over my thighs straddling me. “Come on, Pete, take me for a ride.”

She placed her hands on my shoulders, straddling my thighs like I was the saddle and my cock was the horn and she lifted herself up and came down hard, my cock going straight up into her pussy. “Oh Fuck!” she screamed, muffling it with her hand and then put her teeth on my shoulder and bit down, so she wouldn’t scream.

She lifted herself up again and brought her self down with a grunt from deep inside. She was riding my cock like it was the horn of the saddle.

“Come on, ride me baby, Ride me hard,” I said as I lifted up her flimsy shirt and put one of her tits in my mouth. Her nipples were so extended. I was licking her nipples, sucking on them as hard as I could.

She moaned in my ear. “Oh, Pete, suck my tits. That’s it. That’s it.” I managed to look up and could see she was looking down at my mouth ravishing her tits and my cock deep in her wet pussy.

“Your cock is so big. It’s filling me.Fuck me!” Her legs were in the stirrups and she was able to lift her self up again and came down hard on my cock.

“Ohhhhhmygod! I love it!” She was riding me as if she was galloping on a stallion, going up and down, up and down, up and down faster and faster like she was racing for some ecstatic destination. “Oh, Jesus, this is driving me crazy,” she growled through gritted teeth. I tried to keep her tits in my mouth, sucking them harder, but she was too wild and they were bouncing all over the place as she rode my cock.

Finally, she grabbed her tits with her hands, twisting and pinching them as she rose up and down, faster and faster. Her pussy muscles were milking my cock and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer as I pumped my swollen cock into her.

“This is so wild,” she said looking into my eyes.

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