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Rachel sells another house.

Rachel had finished with Chris a few months ago, she had let him down gently but he was of course distraught. There was no way Rachel could continue dating him not after that steamy night with his father.

She had carried on working for her estate agents, wondering how long it would take before she could save up enough money for her own place, it was time to move out from her parents house, she needed her own freedom. This was where working for an Estate Agents came in handy, it was easy to see what was on the market, but still right now there was very little she could afford, she would just have to stay put for a little while longer.

Rachel had just come back from her 11 o’clock appointment, showing a newly wed couple Tom and Charlotte, around a two bed house in the valley. It was now nearly half two and when her boss asked why it had taken so long, she lied and said she had taken her lunch hour as well. Rachel was ravenously hungry as in truth, she had worked up a hell of an appetite, but her boss seemed to forget all about it as she handed over the fully signed up paperwork for yet another closed deal. “You can take 2 hour lunch breaks if you keep getting sales like this.” He smiled at her and she went to her desk.

Rachel had turned up at 11 and greeted the couple. They seemed to really like the place, enthusiastically pointing to all the architectural features. Rachel was really happy with how well it was going, for some reason she was in a really naughty mood, she hadn’t been properly satisfied since her encounter with Steve, Chris’s dad, some months previously. Being a stunning, blonde, 21 year old bombshell, it wasn’t for lack of offers, but she wanted to focus on her career for a while so she’d sworn off men. She did notice the looks Tom was giving her though, when his wife wasn’t looking.

Tom was becoming visibly flustered, and Rachel was loving every second of it. Every time she addressed him, he would end up going red and turning away, pretending to take an over enthusiastic interest in the light fixtures, or the skirting board. His wife noticed how he reacted to her with a degree of annoyance etched on her face. Rachel loved the effect she was having on him and decided to push it a little further. When his wife was upstairs, checking for storage space in the bedrooms, she ushered Tom over to her to check over the paperwork. They had both seemed very keen on the property, so Rachel was hoping to wrap up the deal right here and now, if she could.

It was a hot day and Rachel had already removed her navy blue blazer. She stood there in her white, silky work blouse, which stretched tightly across her huge, 32FF breasts, hugging her every curve, before sloping down to snugly fit around her small waist. She had her blouse tucked into her short, grey work skirt, which barely covered the tops of her black stockings and clung to her ass checks as though it was molded around her frame.

While Tom was distracted, she swiftly undid the top button of her blouse and now an ample portion of the top of her cleavage burst onto display. She knew it hadn’t gone unnoticed when Tom walked alongside her to look down at the papers, his body became rigid and he coughed uncomfortably, Rachel looked up to see that his cheeks had gone red.

Tom was fairly average looking bloke, slim build, with short brown hair, his teeth were a bit crooked and stuck out slightly. Rachel guessed he was in his late twenties, or early thirties. Not the normal sort she would go for usually, but she loved to tease all men.

He quickly averted his gaze when Rachel looked up into his blue eyes and she delighted in the effect she was having on him once again.

“Everything looks fine.” He said, while checking over the papers. “let me take some notes, do you have a pen?” He asked. Tom’s eyes flicked quickly over Rachel’s chest and up to meet her eyes. She smiled knowingly and knew she had another chance to tease him a bit more.

She didn’t know what had come over her today, she had woke up feeling incredibly horny and couldn’t resist her flirting with this obviously unavailable married man.

“Of course.” She said smiling sweetly at him. Her bag was on the chair behind her. Rachel turned her back to Tom and bent over to riffle through it, she found a pen instantly but rather than immediately bring it out, she pretended to fumble it and it landed on the floor. Keeping her legs perfectly straight, she doubled over to pick it up. Rachel felt her skirt rising up her firm thighs, knowing full well that her black stocking tops and suspender straps would be on full display, even if only for a second. Standing up she turned to face Tom, who was now almost visibly shaking, he had his hands down in front of his crotch and as he lifted one up to reach for the pen Rachel noticed the large bulge in his trousers. He quickly turned away from her, pretending to flick through the papers whilst adjusting his trousers at the same time.

It Kızılay Escort was just then that his wife came down the stairs and walked into the room. She saw her husbands flushed appearance and gave Rachel the dirtiest of looks. “Tom outside! I want a word!” She said sternly. Not looking at Rachel, for risk of further arousal, he followed his wife out through the patio doors.

Rachel could see them through the patio windows. They had gone round the side of the house to try and find some privacy, but if Rachel craned her neck she could still see them. What looked like a fairly heated row had broken out and Rachel felt awful that it was possibly because of her. She just wanted to have a bit of fun but it appeared that Tom was now getting a real bollocking over it. He stood with his shoulders slumped, occasionally nodding, as his rather plain looking wife berated him. Rachel could hear snip bits of their conversation as the wife began to get more and more worked up.

“MY FATHER WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU!”

“ONE SMILE FROM SOME SLUT AND YOU’RE A QUIVERING WRECK!”

Tom looked at the ground, appearing to just accept the barrage of abuse.

Rachel was stunned by this, had this woman just called her a slut? What a total bitch, she thought, how dare she!

“I DON’T KNOW WHY I MARRIED YOU!”

“YOU’RE PATHETIC!! PATHETIC!!!”

Tom seemed to be apologising profusely. Rachel wasn’t sure why, he hadn’t done anything wrong. It was her fault if anybody’s. She knew the effect she had on men, and because of the horny state she had awoken in she had caused this. It made her feel awful seeing this man looking so defeated. What a horrible woman this woman was, he’d probably be better off without her, she thought. Tom seemed quite sweet in comparison.

Eventually the arguing died down. Rachel did her top button up. She didn’t want to get this poor guy in any more trouble. Moments later the couple walked back in the room.

Rachel wanted to appear like she hadn’t heard anything so acted as normally as possible. “Have you had any thoughts about the property? Do you like it?” She directed her questions towards Charlotte with a smile. Charlotte tried to smile back but it looked like a grimace. “We really like the house. I think it’s perfect for what we need. Shall we go back to the office and get all the paperwork signed?” Just then Charlotte’s phone beeped and she picked it up to read the text.

“Damn it!” Charlotte exclaimed. “I’m on call, I have to go into work. Tom can you finish up here, get everything signed? Looks like I’ll be in late tonight.”

“Of course darling.” He bent to give her a kiss on the cheek but she ignored it and walked to the door.

“Thanks for all your help.” She said rather sarcastically to Rachel, giving her another sneering grin.

What a nasty, stuck up bitch, Rachel thought to herself. Tom just looked rather embarrassed by the whole situation. “You didn’t…hear…any of our little argument, from before did you?” He asked Rachel tentatively.

“Argument? No…no I didn’t hear a thing.” She lied. Tom seemed relieved by that as his shoulders relaxed back down. He knew his wife had called this beautiful woman a slut and would have been mortified if Rachel had heard.

Tom had been married almost a year now. He and Charlotte had dated for 8 years before marrying, since Tom was 21. She was the only one he had ever been with sexually, as he was a virgin up until then. But she was right, he did have a wandering eye at times. Rachel was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Those big blue eyes, luscious red lips, beaming smile that lit up her face. Gorgeous blond hair pulled back into a pony tail, and smooth, unblemished, silky, bronzed skin. Her figure was equally phenomenal. Such a huge pair of boobs for someone with such a toned, tight waist. Long perfect legs and an amazing peach of a bottom which wiggled so temptingly when she walked.

It was true that he was incredibly turned on by her. When she bent over earlier and he glimpsed that she was wearing stockings and suspenders, he had gone almost light headed and got an instant erection that he hoped she hadn’t noticed.

Tom had never thought about cheating on his wife though, she was bossy and hurt his feelings at times, but she was the only one he had ever loved, the first and only.

That thought often scared him, that he would never experience the touch of another woman for as long as he lived, he wished he had been a bit boulder in his younger years and had been able to talk to girls more easily, but he had missed his chance now. His life was set on a path that he would just have to follow.

“Shall we head back to your office to finish closing the deal then?” He asked Rachel.

“There’s no need for that.” She beamed. Rachel was delighted in the prospect of closing another deal, that would add to this months bonus, her own place was looking closer and Kolej Escort closer to becoming a reality by the day. “I have all the necessary paperwork here. Shall we go through to the dining room and get it all sorted?”

“OK sure, that sounds great.” Tom smiled back, he couldn’t help himself, but the prospect of spending more time alone with her was a daunting one he had to admit. He thought he would be fine in an office with other people around, but what if he got an erection again? that would be mortifying.

They sat for a few minutes around the table. Tom noticed Rachel had done her top button up. Well at least that was some sort of relief, not much though, he could still make out the outline of her bra through her tightly fitted silk blouse.

The atmosphere was more comfortable now however. They talked and joked and seemed at ease in each others company. Tom’s heart still couldn’t help swoon a little each time she looked at him, giggling at his jokes. He knew he would never in a million years, ever have a chance with a girl like Rachel, she was perfect. She probably had a rich body builder for a husband, with a massive cock and a flashy car. But she was unknowingly flirting with him a bit, playing with the thin stands of hair which fell either side of her face, he was loving it though, who wouldn’t.

Rachel was slowly realising that Tom was actually a really nice guy, which made her feel even worse about her behaviour before. His wife was a total bitch, but he was funny and she felt at ease around him. That wasn’t the only thing she was feeling however. Her pussy was beginning to dampen her little black silk panties. She may have woken up horny, but it was getting worse. Tom was a nice guy, she didn’t want to be a home wrecker, but for some reason thoughts of him just sweeping the papers off the table, grabbing hold of her and forcefully fucking her across it, started rushing through her mind, she didn’t want to think it but she couldn’t help it. Rachel could feel her nipples beginning to stiffen inside her bra and her clit began to throb.

Rachel shook her head a few times to try and rid the thoughts from her mind. As her head swished from side to side her breasts jiggled slightly. Something which Tom couldn’t help noticing, his cock gave and unwanted twinge again, he didn’t want to touch it to suppress it for fear he might make the situation down there worse.

“Are you all right?” Tom asked.

“Yeah I’m fine. Only a few more signatures and we are done.” Replied Rachel whilst handing the last few papers across the table to him. “Tell me Tom, what do you do for a living? I haven’t asked.”

“Oh I’m a chiropractor.” He chirped up.

“A chiro-what?” Rachel looked puzzled.

“It’s to do with massaging and joints and stuff.” Tom looked almost ashamed as if this wasn’t a very manly job to admit to having, but it paid well and he was happy doing it.

“Wow!” Rachel exclaimed. “My shoulder has been hurting for days now, I’d ask you to massage me but your wife would probably try to kill me.” She hadn’t meant to say it, but it was out there now.

Tom choked on his water slightly and the flush returned to his cheeks but he didn’t reply and went to quickly sort through the last of the paperwork. There was about a minutes uncomfortable silence as Tom read through the last page. Then he finally piped up.

“It says here there are two toilets? I only noticed the one upstairs.”

“Oh yes! There are two. Did I not show you? There is a small toilet under the stairs. Would you like to have a look at it?”

“Probably should if I’m buying the place, haha!” Tom joked.

“Follow me.” Rachel stood up, straightened her short skirt and walked into the hallway, she opened the door to the downstairs loo and flicked on the light. It was quite bright in there already, there was a window that looked out onto the road, the bottom half of which was frosted but you could look out of the top half and see cars whizzing past out on the main road.

Rachel flicked on the exposed light fixture, remembering her training. Always turn on lights to make the house as appealing as possible.

“Its quite basic, just a loo and a sink.” Rachel gestured to each accordingly. The room was only about two metres long and a metre wide. Tom peered in and nodded. “Always handy to have two loo’s though.” Then Rachel remembered the storage space. “Look there is also this cupboard up here.” She reached up high to show him, then squeaked with pain.

“Have you hurt yourself?” Tom asked looking concerned. Rachel was clicking her shoulder around in its socket.

“I was telling the truth before.” Rachel said. “It’s my shoulder, it really is giving me problems.” She looked in pain.

“You might have pulled something. I don’t mind giving you a quick once over, to try and work the knots out…I mean only if you wanted me to…you know if you don’t that’s fine.” Tom blurted out rather Sincan Escort hurriedly.

“Oh please if you don’t mind, that would be amazing….thank you.” Instead of leaving the tiny, cramped bathroom though, Rachel simply turned around and stood still, arms at her side.

Tom wasn’t sure what to do, he hesitated, debating in his own mind whether or not to enter in behind her. Eventually he just caved, he desperately wanted to touch Rachel, even if it was just to give her an innocent shoulder massage. He just hoped he could keep his manhood in check, and standing so close behind her, he worried he might not be able to.

Rachel glanced over her shoulder as Tom shuffled into the cramped bathroom. Naughty thoughts still raced though her mind, she knew full well that they should probably go back to the dining room where there was more space, but she wanted to push Tom to his limits, so stood there patiently. She suddenly remembered the last massage she had got from Steve, and look where that had ended up.

Eventually Tom raised his arms and placed his now quivering hands onto Rachel’s shoulders. Her blouse felt amazing on her skin, so soft and silky to the touch. He started off tentatively. I can do this, he said to himself, just don’t get a hard on, please. Rachel let out a small gasp as Tom’s fingers pressed more firmly into her shoulders. It felt amazing, his hands were miracle workers, she could feel all her tension evaporate away.

Tom soon got into a familiar rhythm. He had done this so many times before, this was no different, at least that is what he tried to tell himself. Never had he massaged a woman as incredible as Rachel though, she was like every mans wet dream come true. He could feel her bra straps beneath her blouse, and as he worked his thumbs along her spine pushing them up towards her neck and just below her ears she let out a groan that almost sounded orgasmic. That was it, he couldn’t help it, his cock twitched and jerked in his trousers, there was no way of stopping it and now it pushed hard and painfully against his jeans. He just hoped she wouldn’t notice and carried on.

“My god that feels amazing.” Rachel whispered at him. “I know why you have taken this up for a career, you are so good at it.” She sensed Tom was shaking a bit and knew her moans and gasps would be sending him into a bit of a frenzy but she was enjoying herself so much she just couldn’t help herself. His firm but sensual touch was beginning to send her wild, her nipples felt like bullets in her bra, and her juices were flowing freely through her sodden panties. Her skin started to get goosebumps all over.

Tom pressed his thumbs deeply into her shoulder blades once more, causing Rachel to arch her back towards him. Her blonde ponytail brushed against his nose, the smell of her fragrant perfumed hair washed over him. His erection was becoming almost unbearable now.

He couldn’t do anything though. He was married, and besides Rachel wouldn’t let him, she couldn’t possibly….could she? He looked down to see that her perfect peach of a bum was only inches from his throbbing cock. Every time he drove his fingers into her back, she clenched it and it wobbled every so alluringly.

Tom was a good 6 inches taller than Rachel even with her heals on. Their bodies were so close together now, with Rachel’s back arched, that when he looked down he could see her incredible breasts sticking proudly out from her chest, seeming somehow to defy gravity. As he gripped the tops of her shoulders it pulled her blouse even tighter to her chest, then as he released pressure the material relaxed causing them to wobble almost imperceptibly. My god she is so beautiful he thought.

Unbeknownst to Tom, Rachel was almost maddeningly turned on. She bit down hard on her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. Toms touch combined with her busy mind were causing her breathing to become rapid. There is no way she could cum just by being touched this, surely that was impossible wasn’t it? How embarrassed would she be if she started having an orgasm right now, she wondered how Tom would react. Rachel was trying to resist the urge to reach down into her panties and rub her clit furiously to bring out the satisfaction she now desperately craved.

Out of the corner of her eye Rachel could see the bathroom mirror. She turned her head slightly and she could see Tom’s reflection in it. He was flushed again she could tell, but then as she looked down she noticed the evident tent in his jeans. It was massive, so much so that he had to arch away from her just to avoid touching her with it. At least he’s a gentleman Rachel thought. So he was as turned on as she was and by the looks of things he was pretty well hung. She couldn’t? Could she?

Rachel wanted that cock and she wanted it now, his wife was a total bitch to her earlier and she wanted to make her pay for it, no matter how wrong it was.

She inched back and could feel for the first time a gentle brush of something hard against her ass cheeks. She smiled to herself. Then moved away from it again.

Oh god Tom thought, did she feel that? She didn’t seem to react. Then as he ground his fingers in again she groaned and moved her ass back touching the tip of his cock again this time lingering a little longer and giving her bum a little wiggle.

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We got out an hour early at four today from physics field session, a relief, because electronics was such a pain. It was an exercise in ones ability to raise your hand to ask questions about the very vaguely written lab write-ups. If the TA’s weren’t so lack luster I swear they intentionally wrote the directions so we had to ask them because they got lonely when we didn’t keep them busy.

Bree joined the festivities by 4:15. She was coming from her summer classes and pretending to be physics for the afternoon. We got burgers, watermelon, and chips and sat in the grass in the shade and ate. We watched the people parasailing while we ate and then someone got out a Frisbee. We played ultimate for over an hour but then we headed out.

My roommate drove us back in his van and started to pack as soon as we got home. He was leaving for the weekend to go home; his mom was all alone because his dad and brother were off on some backpacking trip. Bree and me waved bye to him and we put on a movie. Rolling her left shoulder Bree complained.

“Uhh, I think I might have thrown out my shoulder playing Frisbee. Would you give me a rub?”

She sat down in front of me on the floor. She was wearing a pink Capri shirt and her dirty blonde hair was straight as if pressed, she rolled it to the side exposing her neck to let me rub it. Bree was a bombshell but we had never been anything but acquaintances. My roommate was really the one who knew her and it was only chance we found ourselves alone together on a Friday night.

Reaching down I started to rub her shoulders. Fumbling in her bag she handed me some oil to put on her. She was apparently used to getting or practiced in giving people rubs. Pouring some of it in my hands I started to rub her back, I pushed the straps of her bra and shirt aside giving me more access to her back and kneaded her muscles. She moaned and flowed with the rub, clearly enjoying it.

Pulling her back against the couch I moved my hands around to the front of her shoulders. Her eyes were closed and I was able to look down her shirt at her rather large tits. I rubbed her shoulders sweeping slightly lower with each pass. Nearing an invisible line on her chest I shifted her back forward and retuned to her neck and shoulders on her back. I worked the muscles and could feel her neck warm as the blood rushed to her head.

Working my way back around I started to massage the fronts of her arms and then over on to her clavicles. My hands were beginning to dry out and Etlik Escort as I reached for the oil she laid her head back right in front my cock, which by now was straining to be free.

“Pour it on me.”

I took the oil and did as she asked pouring the oil over her upper chest, possibly a bit overzealously but her moan indicated she liked it. Quickly bringing my hands to her chest I tried to rub in the oil but it started to run and sweeping my hands down to catch the beads of oil I brushed the tops of her tits. She giggled and leaned forward and I placed it on her back. Rubbing it in I again ran out of room, on impulse I unclipped her bra and massaged in the oil down her back again. Bree must not have noticed or minded because she made no reaction.

Taking this as a go ahead I again started to work my way around moving slowly. Again her eyes were closed and I stared without reservation down her tits, she must be smiling on the inside knowing where I was looking and continued to be my placid form as I swept lower and lower. My massage was making her feel good and she must have wanted to give me a prize because even as I started to bring my hands under her shirt and push her bra out of the way she made no objection.

Reaching my hands down I cupped the underside of her tits, almost unable to cup the entire underside of them, even with my large hands. Just feeling them and lifting slightly I enjoyed the feeling. Then lifting harder I pulled her up onto the couch. I had her sit so her ass, tight in her little summer shorts pressed up against my still straining cock. Massaging her tits I pulled her body to mine. She sighed and then inhaled pressing out against my hands.

Again moving slowly I rolled her shirt and bra down and exposed her entire chest and then cupped her again in my hands. Kissing her neck I found my way to her nipples, hard already, and pinched them lightly between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned and arched her back, turning her head she started to say something but I kissed her instead and she moaned into the kiss. Groping her body I kissed her and pushed my tongue into her mouth, I found hers and they danced as I played with her chest.

Sliding my hand down her torso I slid it right under her shorts to discover she wasn’t wearing panties. She gasped and her body was still but she soon was kissing me harder than before. Rubbing her outer lips with my hand I felt Bree start to breath faster. I increased Gaziosmanpaşa Escort the pressure on her pussy and could really feel her ass on my cock. Sliding two fingers into her pussy Bree broke the kiss and cried out. She moaned with each pull as I brought my fingers up inside her and she tried, rather unsuccessfully to kiss me between her moans and cries of pleasure.

By now we were both getting very hot and pulling her shirt and bra up over her head I sucked her nipple into my mouth before reaching back into her pussy. She was rolling her hips now trying to meet my fingers. Standing she turned and sat back down on me, my cock pressing against her pussy. She came in and kissed me, and while she continued grinding against me I gripped her ass; it too was full and round, soft to my massaging. Throwing her head back she moaned as I put my face into her chest.

Embraced by her warm mounds I cupped them and inhaled. Still grinding her pussy on my cock she tore my shirt off and threw it aside. We kissed again her tits squeezed out to the side as I pulled her body against mine.

Standing I carried her into my room and threw her down on the bed. Her tits rippled from the impact and I pulled her little shorts off. Not wasting time I bent down and kissed her naked and shaven pussy, and she cried out. Gripping my hair she pulled me down into her and panted. Unable to hold on for very long she moved her hands about gripping her tits and the sides of the bed. Bringing my fingers around I sucked her clit and pushed my fingers inside. Pumping my hand in and out Bree started to arc her back head craned back and she rose higher and higher until she screamed out and brought her legs up, body twitching as she came.

I dove on her and we kissed harder than ever. Wrapping her legs around me she pulled her pussy on to me and began humping me. Standing again I took off my pants as she clung to me. Stumbling we fell against the wall my pants still hanging around my ankles. She took my cock in her hand and stroked the length of it the tip just touching the very top of her crotch while her tits swayed. Unable to hold back I came all over her stomach and legs.

She smiled but seemed to be rather disappointed and when she bent over to grab her shorts I yanked her back over so she faced my closet with the sliding glass mirror doors.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet. That was just the teaser.”

My cock still Keçiören Escort hard I bent her over and guided my cock up and down her slit. She shivered and I pushed in to her. Her pussy was very tight but soaked from before and my cock slid in with very little resistance.

Pulling back out slowly and pushing back in I started to increase my tempo. Bree moaned and squeezed my cock with her inner muscles. Grabbing her hips I started to pound her harder and faster. She cried out with each thrust, quite the loud lover as I was finding out. Which I had no problems with but I grabbed her neck and pulled her to me still fucking her.

“You like it.”

“Yeah.”

“You like getting fucked from behind.”

I slapped her ass she cried out again. Her tits were bouncing rhythmically in the mirror as I fucked her. Grabbing them I pinched her nipples.

“Oh my god yes, play with my tits make them sore. I need to be punished I’m such a bad girl.”

Gripping her nipples harder I spanked her again and then again. I slapped her while I kept fucking her until her ass was raw red. She was being very loud and I grabbed her and threw her back down on the bed. Pulling her pussy to the edge I pushed back inside and pounded even harder than before. Her legs came up and I leaned my shoulders on her pressing them back and fucked her.

“Choke me, I want your hands on me.”

I reached up and grabbed her neck with my left hand and pressed down. Her face started to turn red and I slapped her tit with my right hand.

“You like it rough don’t you. You dirty little slut. You want me to fuck you. No I am going to fuck as long and as hard as I want. You are my little cum slut and your big titties are my little fun bags. You like when I talk dirty you little whore.”

Even choking her as I was, she still cried out and moaned loudly and her hips bucked she came and I continued to fuck her.

“You little bitch when did I say you could cum. I slapped her tit again harder this time. Huh, when did I say?” she was unable to respond so I slapped her again this time on the face, “no answer my little slut good thing your pussy is so tight I might forgive you.”

Bree’s face was red and eyes were rolled back in her head. Her tits were flopping every which way and her pussy was on fire. I was nearing the edge and when she came again I pulled out and moved so I was over her tits. Placing my cock between them I started to fuck her tits. She looked up and opened her mouth waiting for my cum. She soon got her wish and I erupted, spouting all of five loads on her waiting face. Licking it up and sucking the rest off her fingers she ate up all of my cum and moaned in pleasure as she did so.

Kissing the tip of my very sensitive post orgasm cock she said, “Well thanks for the rub, tell me next time you guys have a picnic I’ll make sure to be there.”

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**Again, I’m new to this style of writing. Hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think.**

A week had passed since the day Cari visited me, and I must have watched that video at least a hundred times. Her smooth, toned legs wrapped in the leather boots, turned me on more than the act of her sucking my cock into her mouth. I would close my eyes at night and envision the feel of the smooth shiny black leather boots, giving way to supple creamy skin. She was the fuel for my masturbatory fantasies.

Yet, as much as I loved thinking of her, I wanted to feel her again. I had left a few messages on her phone, letting her know that her laptop was ready. Though, I tried not to make it seem like I was a desperate stalker. Not quite sure exactly how I fared on that front. Now it had been a week and she finally left me a message saying she’d be by the around 1:00pm the next day to pick it up. My mind went into overdrive that night, thinking of all the things that might happen. I swear I came three times before I decided enough was enough and went to bed.

That night, I had a dream, a vision, really, of what to do when Cari showed up that afternoon. I smiled as I woke, the plan forming in my head as I got showered and dressed. I made my arrangements by noon that day, and then waited. Eryaman Escort I took a deep, steadying breath as a light knock sounded at the door.

I opened the door and smiled. Cari stood there, her short blonde hair pulled back into a small pony tail. She was wearing a tight fitting blue workout shirt and black yoga pants.

“Come on in, Cari.” I stepped aside so she could come in. She smiled warmly, no hint of what had happened last week showed in her face.

“Thanks, Jay.” She glanced over at the desk, looking for her computer.

“Its in the room, I was finishing it up this morning.” I motioned to the bedroom. “Come on in, I want to show you something.”

She followed me into the room, as I sat on the bed. I opened the laptop and started opening a file as if it was pure business. I turned the laptop towards her and excused myself to the bathroom. I came out a few minutes later, blindfold in hand to find her sitting on the closest edge of the bed, waiting for me.

She gave me a flat stare, no hint in her eyes as to what she thought of me holding the blindfold. Her eyes drifted down to it, then back up to mine. Slowly her hands began tracing up her thighs, that’s when I noticed her yoga pants were gone. Esat Escort My cock stirred as she sat there, naked from the waist down except for the knee high black leather boots.

Her fingers trailed up the insides of her thighs, slowly spreading them as they moved upwards, till her shaved pussy was fully on display. I licked my lips at the sight. I had imagined it being smooth and shaved, but the reality was far better than I could have imagined.

She reached out her hand, without a word, beckoning me to kneel in front of her. And so I did. I knelt, and placed my hands on the leather boots, slowly moving them up to feel her thighs. I tore my eyes away from her pussy to look into her eyes. They were bright with wanton lust. She placed her hand lightly on the back of my head and guided me down.

I brought my mouth to her pussy, and inhaled deeply. Her aroma was intoxicating. I brought my tongue out, laid it flat against her lips and took a long slow taste from the bottom to the very top of her pussy lips. She shivered in response. I found her clit and kissed it, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue for a moment before letting it go.

I couldn’t resist anymore, and dove into her pussy, eating her Etimesgut Escort out with a fervor I didn’t know I possessed. I would lap at her hole, reveling in the taste before moving back to suck on her clit. Meanwhile, my fingers would dive into her hole, getting slick from her juices.

The last time I moved down from her clit, my fingers slid back and dipped into her ass. She gasped and began rotating her hips, in time with my finger’s rhythm. Her breathing quickened, I could tell she was getting close. I clamped my mouth over her clit and sucked, flicking it back and forth with my tongue while one hand worked her ass and the other worked her pussy.

Her legs clamped around my head as she threw her head back and flooded my face and hands with her juices. I lapped them up as they flowed, never stopping working my fingers in and out, and moving between licking the juices and working her clit. She bucked harshly exclaiming “Shit! Ok, stop stop, aaaaah!” and for a second time, I felt her pussy clamp tight around my fingers as she had a second orgasm.

I slowed my fingers down, eventually sliding them out, and sticking them in my mouth. She lay back on the bed, exhausted. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. I returned her smile, climbed up on the bed with her, and fell asleep with her head on my chest.

When I woke up later, she was gone. Yet her aroma lingered. I smiled at the note sitting next to me and picked it up.

It simply read. “Third time’s the charm.”

I smiled and shook my head. There was no video this time, just my own memories and the lingering taste of her pussy on my lips.

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Kasmut was perturbed. She always got her wishes, but today she had been denied. Menna her favorite tutor had been conscripted to work at Giza. As of the next full moon, he would be working there without time off. The pharaoh had needed more men; the slaves had not been sufficient to finish the monument to his life.

Kasmut looked off into the distance and saw the rising structure. The stones had been placed to a point about halfway up what would eventually be the slope of the massive structure. The monstrosity would serve as a daily reminder that her Menna would be lost to her for months, if not years. She sighed again. Kasmut had only recently turned 18, and she found herself thinking more and more of Menna. There weren’t many men in the household of her father. She’d been born without brothers so she’d not known the interactions of men and women.

At first, Kasmut had merely thought that all men and women interacted the way that she did with Menna. They were always chaperoned per her mother’s instructions. So they could only laugh and smile and talk about the books Menna had read at the library of Alexandria and the time that he’d met one of the region’s most celebrated authors there. Menna had hoped to become such an author, but his own parents had passed away, leaving him nothing except what his own brother would parse out to him.

However, in the past few months, Kasmut had experienced different feelings when she’d talked with Menna. His passion for the arts had begun to thrill her in ways that she’d never been thrilled before. She found her stomach burning with a fire she couldn’t explain when his hand brushed hers during the lesson or when he’d take her to properly form a particular hieroglyph.

At nights, she dreamt of Menna, dreams that she wouldn’t dare share with her mother or sisters. They would likely gasp to hear such things mentioned in this household. Father could be a tyrant worse than the Ptolemies when he was angered.

It didn’t help that Menna only wore his shendyt to tutor her. The bronzed expanse of his hairless chest practically invited her lips to lick it, the wide shoulders that had never known manual labor, and the thick dark nipples.

However, Kasmut had never dared to find out more. Menna never showed his arousal if he was attracted to her. On a few occasions at the market, she’d seen the arousals of the men who watched her go by. Yet Menna never showed a thing to her.

Lately, she’d been attempting to apply make-up in hopes of Menna noticing her womanhood. She desperately wanted him to see her as she saw him.

Today the house was brimming with activity. Her father’s friend had invited the family to his home for a celebration. The man’s daughter had taken a husband, and her family wanted to wish her well. Kasmut was expected to attend, even though she had no desire to celebrate another’s happiness. She wanted Menna and little else at the moment.

As it neared the time for the family to leave, Kasmut decided on a drastic action. She deliberately missed a step on the way down the stairs and tripped a few steps down the staircase. The noise was loud enough to bring her mother and grandmother to find out the source of the calamity. They calmed her and applied a palm leave compress on her afflicted ankle.

Kasmut practically beamed with the results. She would remain home tonight in her grandmother’s care. Her sitto was good company, but she was deaf and had rheumy eyes that failed her at times. She would retire long before her parents returned tonight.

After sitto had sat with her at dinner, the older woman had tottered off to bed. Kasmut limped to the main room of the house, where Menna was reading a tablet. She sat down near him and looked at what he was reading. “News from the world?” she asked.

“Just from Athens and Rome. The world is changing around us.” Menna had a serious way that she found so attractive.

“Change is everywhere,” Kasmut said as she let the strap of her sheath dress slide down her arm, exposing a bare breast. “Don’t Çukurambar Escort you think so? Things are never meant to stay the same.”

Menna turned to look at her, and then quickly turned away. “Kasmut, your dress –”

She smiled. Menna might turn away, but she saw the gentle movements in his own shendyt. He was attracted to her. “And your own clothing,” she said, resting a hand on his knee. The mere touch on the bones and hair of his leg aroused her until she felt heat all over her. If something did not happen tonight, she would be bereft, she thought. It had to be now.

He caught her hand in his own and pulled it from his knee. However, even as he held her hand, his shendyt began to stick up in front. The sight was something to behold. It pointed to the sky like one of the Pharaoh’s obelisks.

“Kasmut, you can’t do this,” he whispered harshly.

“I’m 18, a woman now. I am ready, and obviously so are you.” She smiled at him. Her brain was still plotting, but it was becoming harder to think rationally when his beautiful body was before him. She’d just taken him for something else she’d wanted, but now she wanted the man. She felt it inside of her. She knew it was not the heat of the night that made her drip from inside her dress.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said again in a whisper.

Kasmut grasped his hand harder, squeezing it. “You don’t have to whisper. When I scream your name, my grandmother will not even hear it.”

The words must have pushed him over the edge, for in the next moment, he was on his feet. He still held her hand, and they quickly moved to his quarters in the house. Kasmut had never been in his room before. The space was nearly bare. It held bedding and a few personal items. Other than that, the walls were empty and white.

Menna didn’t bother to speak now. His lips went to her exposed breast, and the sensation of his mouth against her flesh was all that she’d imagined. The feeling built like a fire in her belly. His lips were soft, but his tongue was relentless. She had definitely aroused him. Her nipple quickly built into a rock. He pulled his mouth away and began to tweak it between his fingers. True to her word, Kasmut cried his name in pleasure. “Don’t stop, Menna, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised as his lips brushed her ear. She shivered in anticipation of his promise.

She took a moment and slid the other strap from her dress off her shoulder and let the entire sheaf fall to the floor. Menna gasped, presumably at her audaciousness. She stood in front of him, knowing that she was attractive to men – to him.

He approached her again, this time playing with the breast which had been covered until moments ago. He performed the same tricks on it, teasing it with his tongue and then twisting it into a hard rock. She whimpered as he continued. She wanted a turn on his own nipples, the two pieces of flesh that had taunted her during her lessons during the last few weeks.

Finally, she pulled away long enough to lick his nipple. She was surprised at the taste of it. The flesh was salty and sweet, as if he’d bathed with some scent. She was pleased to see that his nipples responded to her. She liked the power of being able to make him feel the way she did. Her breath was shallow and ragged as she lapped at each one of them in turn. She looked up and saw Menna biting his lip, so hard that a small trickle of blood ran down his chin. Perhaps he’d wanted this almost as much as she had.

She slid a hand down to his shendyt, and unfastened the belt. The garment fell to the floor, and then he too was naked. She smiled at the sight of his erection. She had chosen a lover well. He was thick with a foreskin that hid most of the head of his arousal. She knew she would end the night pleased.

Menna took her hand and guided it to his arousal. He placed her hand on it, and then closed his own over hers. She gasped at the hardness of the flesh. It was hot to the touch, and Demetevler Escort when they moved their hands down the shaft, she felt the stickiness of his own desire.

To be honest, Kasmut had no idea what to do now that she was grasping Menna’s manhood, what next?

Menna seemed to understand her hesitance. He motioned her to the bedding. She sat down on the mattress and waited. Menna sat down next to her. He leaned in and kissed her. She’d never been kissed before, and the sensation was intoxicating. His lips brushed against hers softly at first, barely pressing his against hers. Without warning, he slid his tongue against her lips. The feeling was a shock, and when she opened her mouth to gasp, he slid his tongue inside of her. Her first reaction was to push her own tongue to meet his.

It must have been the correct reaction, because it inflamed Menna. He held her tightly in his arms, and they stayed in that position, tongues wrestling as their bodies would be shortly. Kasmut felt her desire grow. She wanted him and all that it entailed. Her own lust dripped between her legs. She was nervous because her mother and sitto had talked about their first times, which hadn’t sounded like much fun. She didn’t care. The feeling would carry her over that issue.

Menna moved to lay on the mattress, and she went with him. They lay together on their sides, kissing and touching each other. Menna’s arousal pressed against her thigh, sticky, hard and hot. “Please, Menna, please,” she begged.

“I’m going to go slow,” he said, sounding more like her tutor again than her lover. “It can be painful for some, and I don’t want that for you.” He gave her a smile that showed her how much he cared.

“I trust you,” she said. Kasmut was surprised at her own words. They didn’t sound like the strong, willful woman who had decided she wanted Menna as her own.

Menna shifted and then moved down her body. He positioned himself between her legs, moving them apart. Kasmut expected him to start rutting her, but instead, he moistened a finger in his mouth. He slowly slid the finger between her legs. Kasmut waited for its entrance, but he was true to his word. Slowly, he began to run the finger around the edges of her opening. He brushed it so lightly that it felt like a breeze from the Nile.

She shuddered as he did this. Kasmut thought she heard him chuckle, but she kept her eyes closed, waiting for more. His finger traced around her again, and then again. On the fourth time, just a fingertip slid inside of her. She barely felt it enter, except to be able to feel its warmth in her. He slid the fingertip in and out of her slowly, methodically. She liked this about him, the way that his lovemaking reminded her of his tutoring.

Now he pushed inside further. His flesh was hot against her, and she felt the warmth start to spread over her. She knew that she wanted Menna, wanted this. Menna pulled out, and then slid in again, going deeper this time.

She cried out as he touched a pleasure point inside of her that blinded her to all other sensation. That felt incredibly good. Menna stopped and said, “Are you feeling okay?”

She smiled. “More than okay. Please don’t stop.”

Menna complied. He pushed in her again, and again he touched a place inside of her that made her gasp with pleasure. How could her mother have said that this was not all that pleasant?

Now Menna pulled out, and moistened a second finger to join the first. He slid both of them inside of her, and now she could feel the stretching of what it would be like to have Menna inside of her. She imagined them rutting in passion.

The vision was made more intense when he pressed against that pleasure zone again. She whimpered and begged for more. The rhythm became faster now. Kasmut was actually thrusting her hips, impatient to get more of his fingers inside of her. She wanted to be satisfied by this man, her fantasy for these past few months.

Menna seemed to understand Dikmen Escort her motions. He added a third finger. The extra digit was slightly more painful than before. She was not used to anything this large inside of her and it took time for her to accept the new digit. However, she relaxed and accepted it entirely when Menna made her feel pleasure again. She began to think she could take his entire hand if he continued to do this to her.

Suddenly, Menna pulled out of her. She opened her eyes and looked up, thinking that perhaps they’d been interrupted. However, she merely saw Menna on his knees, preparing to enter her. “Yes,” she said, “yes.”

Menna didn’t need to be encouraged. He lay on top of her, pressing his body fully against hers. He supported himself on his elbows so that he did not hurt her with his weight. His own member slid slick and hot between her legs. She moved her legs to the sides so that he could press against her opening more easily. She felt him brush over the lips, caressing them as he moved.

After several times of inflaming her passion this way, she felt him enter her. Just as he had done with the fingers, he started with only the tip. As he’d grown more excited, more of the tip had become exposed and Kasmut imagined it now as it became a part of her.

He kept just the tip inside of her. Then he pulled out and repeated the caresses. She pressed herself up against him to show her readiness. He kissed her again, his tongue entering her mouth as his arousal would enter her below.

He pushed inside of her more now. Decidedly not all of him, but enough to be felt. He thrust in and out with only that section of himself for several minutes. She moaned into his mouth, which only served to make him more resolute in his thrusts.

He pulled out again, and when he returned his thrusts went inside of her fully. She screamed out in pleasure. The girth of his member pressed against her pleasure with each thrust. She could feel the full measure of this man as he took her. This was the act she’d seen in the barnyard, and she appreciated the carnal nature of the act along with the feelings of pleasure.

Menna showed no signs of slowing down. The pleasure she felt was almost blinding. The burning inside of her threatened to explode. “Menna,” Kasmut said, “something is happening.”

He laughed. “It will, my dear. Don’t hold back when it does.”

She had no idea what he meant until she felt a wave of warmth and light rush over her, like the Nile swept over its banks and flooded the fields. Every part of her was covered with this feeling. It engulfed her. She continued to thrust and push, hoping to have more of it. The feeling was beyond anything she had felt before. How had she lived without it? She felt herself begin to sweat as if she’d been running a race or sitting in sun all day.

As the feeling subsided, she could feel Menna inside of her. She heard his ragged breath, shallow and loud. She knew that he must be getting close to his own release. She moved her hips and thrust them up to meet him. Their flesh slapped together for a few minutes until Menna made a grunt. She could feel the spasms inside of her that came from him. She saw the determined look on Menna’s face, the concentration and pleasure. She wanted to remember that look forever.

As he finished, he rolled off of her, and for several moments, they lay next to each other in silence. They did not speak, which was an oddity, since as a tutor, he talked to her constantly.

Finally he sat up, and she followed suit. “Kasmut,” he started.

“Menna, I’m going to talk to my father again tonight. I will tell him that we’re lovers and that we have been. The pharaoh is not taking husbands yet. You can stay here with me, and you can tutor me in the ways of love.”

He eyed her with caution. “Was that was this was about? Just a way to keep me here – to tutor you?”

She slid his hand in hers. “To keep you here, yes, but not for tutoring. For loving.” She stood and began to dress. “My father will be home shortly. Let’s go tell him together.”

Menna took his shendyt and began to dress as well. “You certainly are determined to get what you want.”

She smiled. “I was determined to get what I want. Now that I’ve had you, I want more.” She looked down at the mattress again.

Menna laughed. “Maybe later, but even tutors need breaks from their studies.”

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We meet at the crowded bar for a after work drink to unwind. We couldn’t stop looking at each other and touching the other. We felt that we had known each other for ever, yet it was just a single second of eternity. Saying goodbyes to our friends we quickly leave.

You said to me “I thought we would never be alone” and I agreed with you. I wanted to know you, all of you. We staggered to the truck drunk with the need for each other.

You opened the door for me and as I was climbing up into the truck my skirt rose up high on my leg and you bent down and started leaving a fiery trail of hot kisses up my thigh. You pushed my skirt up around my waist and pulled my panties off. You just couldn’t wait you needed to taste me right there in the parking lot. You licked my clit gently and rolled it across your tongue as I moaned out your name and twined my fingers in your hair to pull you even closer. You slowly licked the outer lips of my pussy and nearly drove me insane with the need for you to fill me up. When you poked your tongue into my hot wet and waiting pussy I instantly came in your mouth. The taste of my sweet juices sent you over the edge and you hurriedly unzipped your jeans and pulled out your hard cock. I guided you into my blazing hot pussy and you tried to slowly enter me but you were too excited to hold off. You trust into me deep and hard. My pussy squeezed tight around you and with a few more deep hard strokes you yelled “oh baby I’m gonna cum inside you” and I moaned “yes baby yes cum with me.” That being all the encouragement you needed we came together fast and hard. Staying buried deep in me our heart beats slowed a little but not the need, it was still building for both of us.

Knowing that we could be discovered any moment had not occurred to us but it added to the excitement. Wanting to be alone and needing more of the other You slowly slipped out of me, still hard. You climbed in the truck beside me, neither of us bothering to fix our clothes.

I snuggled up next to you running my hand up and Beşevler Escort down your hard shaft. You also unable to keep your hands to yourself had one hand on the wheel and the other in my lap. You slowly stroked my still hot and wet pussy. We drove about 3 miles this way and when the need was too strong again you pulled to the side of the road and threw the truck into park. You pulled me onto your lap and told me you would take your time. I wiggled around on your lap until I could feel your hard cock nestled at the lips of my pussy. I whispered in your ear “I need you now baby” and with that I pushed down hard on your throbbing cock until it was as deep as it could go. You put your hands on my hips to guide me as I used your strong shoulders to steady me. I slide up and down on your manhood as you leaned forward and nipped at my breasts exciting us both even more. slipping and sliding up and down harder and faster and deeper with each thrust of our hips. Moaning and calling out the others name we soon quickly came together again.

“OH baby you feel so good wrapped around my cock” you whispered to me and I smiled and told you “Hon welcome home it’s like my pussy was made for you.” Not wanting to move me off your still hard cock you decided to drive with me sitting on your lap still buried deep inside me.

Driving like this was tricky to say the least but such a feeling it is so exciting. I could feel your hard cock still throbbing inside me and with each bump in the road I would ride up and down on your hard shaft which in turn made you want to hit more bumps. We drove like this a few more miles and when we could stand it no longer you put the truck in park and took me again. Just as fast and hard as the times before because neither of us could wait. I wanted you and I wanted you to make me cum with you again fast. You pulled out of me with a whimper and a cry of protest. You placed me on the seat and tuned me onto my hands and knees and you got behind me and grabbed my hips and pulled Çankaya Escort me back onto your hard cock. With a moan of pleasure I pushed back even harder. Rocking back and forth on your hard shaft you slammed into me harder and deeper then before. You reached around and grabbed my big breasts and squeezed as I reached between MY legs and cupped your balls with my hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. I cried out your name and you moaned loud and with a mighty thrust we came together again.

We knew we had to have each other again and soon so you started the truck and drove fast to your house. We touched, kissed and petted each other along the way and by the time you pulled into the driveway we were crazed with the need to have each other again.

We walked into the house with me skirt still around my hips and your cock still hard poking out of your unzipped pants. I drop to my knees just inside the doorway and you lean against the wall for support as I take your still hard cock in my hand and slowly run my hot tongue up and down, teasing the underside of the head. I poke my tongue into the tip of your cock and I can taste your salty sweet precum. I slowly suck your cock into my mouth a little at a time and slowly pull back up to the tip and slowly suck a little more in with each stroke of my mouth. You moan and wrap your fingers in my hair pushing you in deeper. I reach up and caress your aching balls as I sucker you a little faster and deeper into my hot mouth. Your knees buckle from the pure ecstasy of my loving you. You lay on the floor while I continue to suck on your hard cock. You squirm around until your mouth is under my pussy, you reach up and spread my lips and you gently swab me with your tongue. I start rocking up and down on your cock with my mouth and with each rock backwards you poke your tongue inside of me. You slip a finger into me along with your tongue and I give a muffled cry of excitement. Rocking faster and taking you deeper then you thought possible, you groan and shout Cebeci Escort “OMG baby I’m gonna cum in your mouth” and I wiggle harder on your tongue in reply. We are both soon swept over the edge and cum together again.

We lay there for a little bit, letting us catch our breaths and allowing our heartbeats to return to what is now a normal beat when we are touching. You close the front door. Neither of us can walk, our knees to weak to carry us. So we crawl to the bed and pull ourselves up and snuggle and kiss and talk. We are still half dressed, not caring and still too weak for it too matter. Once will never be enough with us, we know that what we have done and shared tonight will continue to grow and the thought of endless love sessions together makes the passion flare again.

You slowly unbutton my shirt and remove it as you tease my nipples through my white lace bra. You tell me you love my big breasts as you unhook my bra and gaze at my straining hard brown nipples. you gently kiss the underside of each breast and run your tongue over each part of them before you suck in a hard nipple. With each kiss, nibble and lick you send shock waves to my very core filling me with a white hot desire for you. You remove my skirt as I slowly unbutton your shirt and pay back the kindness you showed my breasts as I repeat what you did for me.

I slide your jeans off and when we are both naked we move together touching skin to skin without the barrier of clothes between us. With the first initial urgency complete we decide to make love long and slow by exploring each others bodies with our eyes, hands, lips and tongues. Learning where to touch to make the other squirm in excitement and what turns them on and makes them moan in anticipation.

You slowly lay me down on the bed and straddle my hips and stare into my eyes. I reach up and pull you down to my lips and we kiss long and deep as I spread my legs you enter me slowly. I wrap my legs around your waist as you start long slow strokes in and out of my wet pussy. Taking each other higher in burning passion as your long strokes become faster and harder. We are moaning and I call your name as you thrust in deeper and harder and we cum together again.

We lay snuggled up close while we gathered our strength for more of each other as once is never enough.

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Maggie walked through campus, the cool autumn breeze rustling her brown locks. The wind gave her a chill and she pulled her black cardigan closed over her chest. Her hazel eyes took in the architecture as she strolled, older academic buildings mixed with more modern residence halls. The usual lush green courtyards were littered with shades of brown, yellow and red fallen leaves. Her aura was confident as her green heels took her down the sidewalk.

She had made this walk many times before. However, she is not a student of the university. Maggie is someone’s secret. She was a bit older than the undergraduates that buzzed around her, but fit in with her innocent girl next-door looks.

Her strides took her to the front of a brown stone building with large square windows. As she arrived she smiled to herself looking up at the second floor window three from the left, the window that was his office. She found the bench outside the entrance empty. She straightened the full skirt of her green linen sundress as she sat letting the fabric drape over her knees.

Maggie shook her wrist and she looked at her silver watch that dangled off her arm. “Twenty five more minutes,” she said to herself with a shiver of excitement.

Her simple black purse sat at her side and she reached inside pulling a single worn silver key. The metal was cool as her palm closed around it. Minutes passed as the wind caused the leaves to scrape down the sidewalks. Maggie watched the students passing by chatting on their cell phones complaining of their test scores, term papers, and projects.

As time passed her heart began to stir in anticipation. To calm herself, she ran her fingers down the buttons at the chest of her dress following them to the high waisted sash nestled just under her breasts. Her right hand tightened the bow as her closed left held it in place. Her eyes took one last look around before she stood gathering herself.

Maggie was always nervous to see her lover, more so when she surprised him with her presence. Her fingers spread and pushed open the glass door, catching a glimpse of her reflection. Her straight brown hair sat on her shoulders ruffled by the wind, face sweet and innocent, dress clinging to her curves, giving a nice peek of ample cleavage and green heels that elongated her long lean legs.

She stepped inside to the common area of the building. Students sat alone, others in small, tight groupings. Some studied while others talked quietly amongst themselves. She chuckled inwardly at the teenage boy asleep on the sofa clutching his backpack.

Her feet knew where to go as she made her way to the stairwell. Promptly bringing herself up the flights to the fourth floor, she looked down the hall to her right then left trying to remember which lecture hall he was in right now. Something in her gut sent her to the right and her heels clicked on the tile floor below. On the way, she checked her watch and took note of the time. Her eyes peeked in the slivers of window on each door till she found him, stopping in her tracks and backing up for a better view where she could remain hidden.

She leaned her shoulder against the heavy wooden door and watched her lover writing on the chalkboard turning back and forth between the class and his fast scribbles. He was a man nearing forty, wise with age and knowledge. She enjoyed seeing him in his element. He always looked comfortable and happy when he was expanding the knowledge of the youth.

Maggie adored him as she watched the vest of his medium grey tweed suit rise and fall when he’d write on the board, “God, he looks stunning in a suit,” she whispered to herself chewing on her lip.

Warmth grew between her thighs as she spied on him. The way he had control of his class, spoke confidently and answered questions aroused her. Her eyes took a look down the hall and over her shoulder to check for onlookers, once clear she dropped her purse softly to the floor and clutched the silver key in her fist.

Keeping her ears open for any noise she focused on her lover, gnawing lightly on her bottom lip as her hand slipped under her dress and up her inner thigh. She watched his curly brown hair; flaked with tints of grey, bounce as he walked around the front of the lecture hall discussing a topic of medieval history she couldn’t hear.

Her left fist clutched around the key in her hand as the fingers of her right rubbed over the satin and lace of her panties, feeling her heat through the fabric. She adored him as he leaned over the podium in the front of class, his mouth moving with conviction.

“Keep talking professor,” she urged him in a whisper as her fingers curled and slid down her soft flesh under her panties.

Maggie’s fingers ran over the slit of her smooth pussy. Her middle finger parted her cunt lips, dragging her wetness up over her clit. She rubbed her silken juices in tiny circles against the tasteful jewelry that adorned her clit hood. Her throat whimpered but Ankara Otele Gelen Escort her mouth remained closed as she twirled the barbell of her tongue piercing between her sealed lips.

Her eyes followed him back to the chalkboard as he looked out over the class making sure they had all the notes down before erasing and began scribbling again.

Her knees buckled under her as she watched her lover. She slid her hand deeper into her panties, her knuckles pushed against the satin as she probed one finger inside her wet hole, then two. Her forehead rested on the door and she leaned harder against it to keep balance, dragging her head along the wood. She worked her fingers inside her, smearing them against her upper walls.

Maggie’s cheeks grew warm with the heat flowing through her body as she steadily masturbated herself in the open. Dragging her fingers in and out of her cunt, collecting her juices on her hand. She moaned softly as he turned back from the board and wiped a bit of chalk off his vest.

“I’m going to feed on your cock later,” she sighed as she pleasured her body, “I’ll milk you with my mouth and drink your cum.”

The skirt of her dress fluttered between her thighs as her fingers dug in and out of her soft hole. Maggie clenched tighter on the key, digging its teeth into her fingers. Her body shivered as she pushed the pads of her fingers up against her ridged g-spot, massaging her insides.

She worked herself into undeniable heat, curling her fingers up inside her cunt. Her panties became visibly wet as her fluids dripped around her fingers, soaking into the satin. She denied herself an orgasm and pulled her fingers out of her panties quickly.

“It’s his,” she reminded herself as she took one more glance at her lover. Maggie had to pull herself away from the door and hurry down the hall back to the stairs, straightening her dress on the way.

Two flights down and she reached a quiet floor with several open and closed doors. Her heart skipped faster as she passed his fellow professors hearing the clicking of keyboards and conversations coming from the open offices.

She stopped in front of his door and looked over the semester schedule he posted. Double-checking that she wouldn’t be intruding on his office hours.

“Wednesday, no classes or office hours between 1 and 3 pm, perfect,” the wicked voice inside her head said after checking the schedule.

She checked over her shoulders for anyone in the hall and unclasped her fingers from the key. Quietly it slid in the lock, the teeth of the key clicked inside and she turned the lock open. Carefully, she turned the doorknob, checked her surroundings once more then let herself into his office.

Light came in through the large window on the back wall illuminating the beautiful worn cedar desk that was the centerpiece of his office. His numerous degrees glittered in their frames against the light. Maggie reached behind herself and pushed the lock on the doorknob before she pulled her cardigan off her shoulders and draped it over the back of one of the chairs that sat facing the desk.

She walked behind the desk and her fingers ran over the rough wool of his grey suit jacket hanging from the back of his black leather executive chair. Her body bent at the waist to take in the aroma of his clothing.

Maggie leaned over and turned the desk lamp on before turning and closing the blinds. She made her way around to the front of his desk and pushed the two chairs his students sat in for tutoring and discussions against the bookshelf on her left. She dropped the silver key in her purse and set it on the cushy chair.

She stood up and her fingers pulled the spaghetti strap bows free on her shoulders one at a time. Her dress hung loosely at her chest as she reached to the front and undid the sash below her breasts. It came loose and she reached behind her back and let the zipper down, causing the dress to fall to a heap around her ankles. She stepped out of the dress and bent over and picked it up, folded it into a tidy cube and placed it on the chair beside her purse.

Her body now only covered in a shiny dark pink strapless satin bra coated in a layer of black lace with cheeky panties to match. The lace trimmed her round breasts and the satin hugged her bum. Maggie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra setting her ample tits free.

The cool air and arousal lingering from moments ago made her nipples swell into erect rocks on her chest. She folded her bra in half and laid it on top of her dress then hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties and wiggled her hips as they came down. The soft fabric slid down her thighs and below her knees. First, she lifted her left leg and pulled her heeled foot out, then the right. The little wet panties got stuck on her heel and she laughed at herself trying to get free. She added her undergarments to the Ankara Rus Escort growing pile of clothing on the chair.

Maggie looked at the time, “Fuck, I’ve got to hurry,” she said to herself.

Her hand rustled about in her purse searching for a mirror. Quickly, she checked her simple brown eyeliner and soft green shadow before smearing a fresh coat of cherry lip-gloss onto her plump lips.

She dumped the gloss and mirror back into her purse and pulled out a pink collar studded with rhinestones. As it came into her grasp, she smiled and ran her finger over the studs. She slid the collar under her hair and around her neck clasping it snugly at the back. Maggie took off the silver watch from her wrist, dropping it into her purse.

She turned on her heel to his desk and straightened the scattered papers and tests into organized stacks and layered them at the corner next to the lamp, and then clicked the light off. Maggie lifted her nude body onto the edge of the cool wooden desk just out of direct view of the door. She raked her fingers through her bountiful brown hair several times. Her legs crossed and dangled over the front as she leaned back on the heel of her wrists.

Maggie waited patiently with a sly grin on her lips as she heard the nasal tone of his voice grow louder outside the door. Her stomach turned eagerly with butterflies when the voice ceased and the key slid into the lock. She watched the knob turn and the door open, letting light into the dark room. She stayed quiet, hiding in the darkness though her heart fluttered. His tall form came into the office, closed the door behind him and his fingers ran over the wall for the light switch.

The professor’s eyes were immediately drawn to her as he fumbled with the lock. His heart leapt in his chest and his cock twitched to life under his slacks. He drank in her body with his hungry eyes. He started at her shiny pink toenails, over her green open toed heels. Their ribbons caught his attention, encircling her ankles in green silk, bows gracefully dangling to side.

He followed the lines of her smooth legs over the ridges of her crossed knees. She stayed still with her sly smile drawn on her lips as he devoured her with his sight. His fingers rubbed through his goatee, unable to speak. His eyes trailed to her thighs, one lifted up from the desk as she kept her legs crossed, just a hint of her round bum in his view.

Maggie watched him with devoted patience. He followed the curve of her hips over her stomach to her lush, creamy, full, round breasts focusing for a moment on her erect nipples in the middle of her pinkish brown areola. His eyes traveled up her chest to her shoulders, over the angles of her neck, licking his lips at the sight of her collar. Her plump lips shined with invitation. He took all of her in, mesmerized by his nude lover. Finally his lust filled soft green eyes met hers and she smiled warmly.

“Professor Gottschalk,” she said softly, cocking her head towards her shoulder, greeting him.

“Maggie, my pet” he nodded and stepped forward.

She watched his face as he neared, looking over his features carefully. She loved the wide bridge of his nose, his thinner eyebrows that rose with dirty thoughts, the angle of his jaw and the lovely thick goatee that framed his delicious soft lips.

She looked up into his eyes; his rough hand settled on her knee and nudged her legs apart. She uncrossed her legs, spreading her knees apart just enough for her lover to step between them. His eyes were keen for her; he placed both hands on her cheeks and held her face. Her eyes twinkled and body tingled as he touched her.

“I wasn’t expecting you today,” he said softly, tracing his thumbs on her jaw. “What am I supposed to do with this beautiful girl, naked, hiding in my office?”

“Devour me,” she whispered

His voice grew a shade huskier and he raised a brow, “Devour you?” he questioned.

Maggie nodded eagerly several times, “Please sir…” she urged him, rubbing her fingertips against his desk.

He smiled and kissed the tip of her button nose. “What if I have grading to do?” he teased.

Maggie lifted her hands from his desk and ran her fingers down the rough tweed of his vest, trailing down to the buttons over his stomach. Her fingers undid the buttons, keeping her eyes on his.

“Professor, we both know the students won’t know if you grade now… or later,” she said as his vest slid over the back of her hand as she pushed it off his shoulders.

He wiggled his arms and she caught his vest as it fell behind him. Maggie tossed it to the chair with her clothes. She looked up, eyes filled with desire. She curled her fingers around his silk black and red paisley tie, tugging him closer. Their mouths nearly met with hot breath against each other.

“Please, professor, your pet needs you.” Maggie whimpered.

The professor picked up her chin Balgat Escort in his hands and angled his face, pressing his lips gently against hers. Their eyes closed together as their mouths met. Maggie’s heart skidded at the sensation of his lips on hers. His tongue ran over her lips, tasting the delightful cherry flavor of her gloss, gently nudging her mouth open. Tingles shot down to Maggie’s toes, curling them.

He ran his tongue over her teeth to her tongue, tasting her mouth carefully. She accepted him and massaged his tongue with hers. The professor played with the tongue stud in her mouth, flicking it. He withdrew his tongue and sucked hers into his mouth.

It was her turn to taste him, and she did so eagerly. Maggie ran her hands over his black suspenders as the side of her tongue ran over the roof of his mouth. Their tongues danced with erotic passion as she nudged the suspenders from his shoulders and untucked his shirt from his slacks.

His left hand left her face. He trailed his fingers down her neck, over her shoulders and cupped her right breast. She whimpered into his mouth as he took her tit, fitting it perfectly into the palm of his hand, groping her.

Maggie worked the buttons through their slits, her fingers flying down the front of his white shirt. She loosened his tie and slid it out from under his collar; the professor helped her, lifting his hands from her body, pulling his arms out of his shirt. He took the tie from her and tossed it to the chair with his shirt. Professor Gottschalk ran the fingers of his right hand down her chest between her mounds of flesh, taking his time. His fingers ran over each hard nipple and circled the bumps of her areola.

Their lips never parted; she continued undressing him impatiently. Maggie fumbled with the button and fly of his trousers, giving his swollen erection some relief as they fell to the ground. She lifted her feet, tucking her heels into the waist of his navy blue cotton boxers, lightly scraping down his thighs as she wedged them down. His left hand ran down the curve of her side, caressing her flesh. Maggie felt the cold white gold of his wedding ring rolling against his slender fingers as he touched her.

The professor took a step back looking at her puffy lips, gloss messy and smeared with saliva. He nudged his shoes off with his toes and kicked the heap of clothing behind him towards the door. He bent down and quickly tugged his socks off and tossed them to the chair.

His pet watched, nibbling her lower lip, reaching her hand out for his aching cock, “John… Please, please don’t make me wait anymore,” she begged.

Her hand found his erection and wrapped her fingers around its warmth. He groaned softly as she pulled him close to her by his cock. Maggie stroked his organ, hand lightly gliding along his shaft with tender squeezes. Professor Gottschalk felt her familiar touch on his flesh as he stood between her thighs.

His hand cupped the warmth of her smooth cunt, “My pet is quite needy today,” he said as he kneaded her heat with his palm.

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

She stroked him with need, feeling the veins throb against her hand. Her wrist turned slightly as she rubbed his hard flesh. Maggie reached up with her other hand and tugged his goatee bringing his mouth near hers looking into his eyes.

John parted her cunt lips, her juices oozed onto his fingers. He watched her eyes and stroked the studs of her collar with his free hand. His hand left her cunt and wrapped around her hips, bringing her bum a little off the edge of his desk.

She spread her legs wider, lifting her feet and hooking her heels over the edge of the desk, opening her body for him. Maggie brought his cock against the entrance to her aching hole. He could feel her heat radiating onto him.

His pet lifted her hand and he thrusted his throbbing organ into the velvet orifice between her thighs, piercing her flesh as he fit himself inside her. Her warmth engulfed his erection, her tight walls inviting him inside, joining their bodies together. They moaned softly in unison as his long cock filled her completely and nudged against her cervix.

John’s hips ground against hers, opening her body for him. Maggie wrapped her arms around his shoulders squeezing the skin against his shoulder blades. John held his lover around her hips, the other hand squeezing her tit. He rocked his hips, pulling in and out of her slick inner flesh.

“God, you feel amazing,” Maggie moaned against his mouth, clenching her cunt around his cock.

John groaned quietly against the squeezes around his member, “You feel better every time, my pet.”

He picked up speed, establishing a rhythm with his lover. Their hips worked together in unison. Maggie buried her face against the left side of his neck, mouth open, teeth against his flesh but not biting. The last thing she wanted to do was leave marks on him for his wife to see. She moaned and whimpered quietly into his neck as his thick, veiny, meat pistoned into her cunt.

The professor squeezed her hip hard, digging his fingers into her, leaving bruises. Her left hand slid over his shoulder and she dragged her fingers through his generous chest hair. They showed their lust and need with hard squeezes and touches rather than letting it escape loudly through their mouths, beyond his office door.

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They were at their son’s wedding. The day was turning into a memorable one. Their son and his bride were happy. So were they.

At first glance no one would suspect, but Tom turns to mush at weddings. He saw the bride, but he always thought of Valerie, remembering their wedding night and praising God again for how fortunate he was to have her as his wife.

Valerie loved this about Tom.

Tom treasured Valerie as a gift from God and Valerie counted this among the many blessings that she and Tom shared. They had five children of their own, an income that provided a sound house, and a church family who cared and shared with them both the good times and the bad.

But, Tom and Valerie had a sweet secret. From the day they married until this very day they were red hot lovers.

Yes, their style had changed over the years. The almost nightly sessions before the first baby came, to the well planned and executed brief hours of intensity for the last twenty plus years, and now, less planned sessions that lasted as long as they could hold on.

Tonight would be one of those nights.

Weddings made Tom passionate and Valerie knew it. She began preparing weeks in advance. She got out the little black dress that Tom liked so. She made sure he saw it go out to the cleaners and when it came back.

If Tom had a short coming, it was his desire to see Valerie in classic lingerie. She made sure he saw her black panty with garters, complementing bra, and stockings laid out on the bed with her other things. For a woman of her age with five children she had a fine figure and a pair of control top pantyhose would have given her an excellent shape, but panty and stockings were extremely sexy on her, and she knew it. Valerie guessed he was just a man of his generation and took full advantage of Tom’s desire.

Valerie had a few secrets of her own. She made sure that the “the scarf” was out where Tom would see it.

Saturday morning came and Tom saw all the clues and made sure he was ready too. Valerie had a passion for something special, but Tom had to be just right for her to fully enjoy it. All of this subtle communication stirred their passions.

This was the truth of their red hot passion—communicating. Tom and Valerie had learned early on that they were such good lovers because they told each other their likes and dislikes. It was how they stayed passionate through the years with children. Today, the fact that the two had communicated with each other for thirty-two years was clearly evident.

The wedding was perfect. The reception at the country club would be remembered for years. Tom danced with Valerie many more times than normal. They both felt those special feelings as they danced on the last slow dance. Soon they knew it was time to move the evening to a different setting.

The newlyweds left to commence their wedding night soon after Tom and Valerie finished their last dance. Tom and Valerie said their good-byes to the wedding guests and drove to their hotel where they and some other guests were staying. Once at the hotel Tom helped Valerie out of the car and opened the door for her. Rather quickly both were in their room.

Although they had been sharing glances and smiles for hours now, Valerie got things rolling. “Tom will you come here and unzip me”, Valerie asked.

Tom obliged Valerie and finally saw what he had been waiting all week to see: her lacy black bra above the gartered panty, holding up silk stockings. Valerie was not large busted. She was blessed with what Tom referred to as “a perfect handful of full, womanly curvaceous breasts”; breasts that Tom seemed to worship. To keep him interested she quickly went into the bath and closed the door. Tom wasted no time in getting down to the pair of boxer briefs Valerie liked him in best. He checked the night stand drawer again to make sure everything they enjoyed was there.

Valerie soon reappeared down to her bra, panty and stockings with a strand of brilliant white pearls around her neck and accenting her cleavage. She strode to Tom sitting on the edge of the bed. He stood up, wrapped his arms around her and looking deep into her eyes slowly kissed her. They gripped each other tightly as the stood and kissed. They stroked each other’s body with perfect finger pressure.

Tom suddenly spun Valerie around and began to stroke her cupped breasts and her firm hourglass torso. Valerie relished the feel of Tom’s strong hands stroking her body. Tom kissed and tenderly gnawed at Valerie’s neck. Although their actions were almost scripted after all these years, they took pleasure in the process.

The combination of Tom’s fingers fondling and the lining of the cups caused Valerie’s nipples to harden. She began to let out gentle moans of pleasure as she pressed her hips backwards against Tom’s bulging penis. Tom picked up the scarf Valerie had left out and blindfolded her.

Valerie was excited more when she could only feel Tom’s touch, but not see what he was doing. It gave her a delicious sense of abandon.

He guided her to the bed and made her comfortable. Valerie relaxed; she Ankara escort knew that whatever was to come would feel good. Tom leaned down and kissed her long and slow. She reached up and held his head. Tom eased away, kissing her hands. He kissed up her arm to her shoulders and down the other arm. He came back and kissed her chest and nuzzled into her cleavage.

Valerie was soon lost in Tom’s attentions. He rolled her over and slowly massaged her shoulders and back. Valerie was floating away when she felt Tom unhooking her bra. He rolled her back over and lifted the bra away.

Valerie’s breasts had changed over the years, but they were still full and sprightly and Tom’s touch could almost send her over the edge. He leaned down and fondled one while kissing the other. Breastfeeding had been a joy for Valerie. Valerie’s nipples had become bigger from breastfeeding their five children and Tom enjoyed the size and texture of Valerie’s nipples even more after the children had changed them. When Tom’s lips touched her nipples, it sent waves running through her body. As Tom suckled her, his fingers stroked her nylon and satin encased belly, hips, and thighs. Finally, his finger began to stroke the satin crotch of her panties.

Valerie was already intensely aroused as Tom tenderly stroked the lips of her sex within the slippery satiny fabric. Within moments she was moaning and unconsciously thrusting her hips upward. Tom spread the edges of satin apart and kissed Valerie’s womanhood through the damp cloth. He felt Valerie tugging at his legs, wanting him to straddle her. He resisted. Instead, Tom continued to kiss, suck, and lick Valerie’s sex; her panties becoming more wet, inside and outside, with his loving. Tom gently hooked his finger into the side of her wet panties, moving them aside. His lips and tongue were now stroking, kissing, licking, and sucking the full, engorged, and bright red lips of her labia. Tom sighed in erotic pleasure as he savored his wife’s flavor. His tongue alternated between pointed and firm and wide and soft as he directed it to her clitoris. Her nub responded by growing large as his lips surrounded it. After just a few moments, Valerie began to feel a wave of pleasure emanating from within her clitoris and spreading outward to envelope her labia, her vagina, and her now incredibly sensitive breasts. With total abandon, she moved one hand to her breast and massaged and squeezed her nipples. Her other hand moved to replace Tom’s finger that was holding her panties. “Finger my pussy and lick my clit, now!” she said huskily. Valerie only spoke with such words and tone when engulfed with sexual passion. Tom quickly obliged. In a short minute or so of Tom’s fingers playing within the inner lips of her labia and his tongue gently and wetly stroking her hard, engorged clit, that wave of pleasure crashed over Valerie. Her moans were long and throaty. Her legs tensed. The muscles in her hips, thighs, and even her inner sex and vagina clasped at Tom’s hand, fingers, and tongue. Her orgasm seemed as if it would not end.

After a long minute of climaxing, Valerie realized that this love-making was truly special. She knew that Tom’s love for her was not only spiritual and emotional and pure, but that he also desired to pleasure her in the most intimate ways that he could. He loved her.

And while these thoughts were making their way through her consciousness, she also began to realize that she was enjoying this loving sex like never before. She was still hot and horny! She wanted this sexual fervor to continue! She wanted to be done by Tom and to do Tom! Valerie released Tom from the grip of her lower muscles and with a trembling voice cried out, “Tom, please, I need you in me.” Tom eased up and took the lube from their bedside table and tenderly lubricated Valerie. They had learned that lubricant really made for more pleasurable and longer play and intercourse. And though still very sensitive from her intense orgasm, Valerie enjoyed Tom’s touch as he spread the lubricant over her labia and into her vagina.

Tom then looked at his wife and asked, “How do you want it?” Sometimes Valerie wanted on top taking his penis while other times she wanted receive his penis from underneath. Valerie seemed to growl, “You on top!”

Tom slid up on Valerie kissing her as he did. Once again, Valerie moved her hand to hold her now drenched panties to the side, this time reaching under her hip and thigh to do so. Her other hand tugging Tom’s briefs down just far enough to allow his now deep red and enlarged penis and testicles to escape their former confines. Tom tenderly opened Valerie’s lips and vagina with the head of his penis and slipped into her. She felt him press deep into her. She was always thrilled beyond description when she and Tom connected so deeply. Tom came to his knees, withdrawing his manhood nearly out of Valerie’s sex and lifted Valerie by hips, sliding a pillow under her. He remained kneeling as he slowly thrust through Valerie’s labial lips into the deep warmth of her flesh that now surrounded his penis.

Valerie Ankara Bahçelievler Escort actually liked wearing panties during intercourse. The nice hug of the materials felt good on her skin and the touch of the cloth upon her lips and clitoris seemed to enhance her climax. Tom rocked slowly since it was more about the journey than the destination for the two of them now. Valerie reached up in a dream like fashion and began slowly to play with her breasts. Not only did she enjoy the feel, she knew that Tom would be invigorated by the sight.

Valerie began raise and lower her hips letting the satin stroke her clitoris. That along with Tom’s penis stroking her G spot were lifting her ever higher. They drifted into a dream like eternality. They were in no hurry to finish. Being connected was the main point of their physical love.

After what seems hours, Valerie began to constrict on Tom’s shaft. His pace did not change; it remained slow, steady, and deep. He knew what Valerie liked. He heard her sweet blissful moans and released himself with a great pulsating beat. Time may have diminished his output, but he still delivered it with gusto.

After a few moments, Tom reclined on Valerie. He could hear her heart pounding as he laid his head on her warm breasts and she stroked his head and back.

If they had fallen asleep like this it would have been a good night for Tom and Valerie, but she wanted, no she desired and needed more. Her passion had become even more intense with Tom’s penis filling and stroking her sex! Her sex needed more attention to abate a lust that was consuming her. She had to have more!

Removing the blindfolded, Valerie rolled Tom to one side and began kissing down his body. She pulled his boxer briefs from his hips and legs, tossing them aside. She reached for his penis taking its semi-erect form in one hand and moving the other hand to Tom’s chest. She began to gently stroke his penis while caressing and pinching his nipple that was closest to her. Tom opened his eyes to look at her face. This was different and unusual, but in a good way. No a great way. They usually rested for a few seconds and then cleaned each other up before drifting off to sleep after loving each other as they had just done. Valerie’s touching him as she was now doing was not only very enjoyable and erotic, but was new and different!

Valerie saw and sensed Tom’s bewilderment. She looked straight into his eyes and asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please continue.”

This was what Valerie wanted to hear. She acknowledged Tom’s acceptance of her pleasing him by leaning forward to begin kissing, licking, and nibbling upon his nipple. Valerie new that Tom’s nipples were very sensitive and that he enjoyed her tongue and lips upon them but that it was her gently nibbling just to the point of just a bit of pain that his nipples liked most and responded to with a hardness made Valerie to want to nibble even more. It was her nibbling combined with her gentle stroking of his penis that quickly brought his penis back to a state of complete firmness. It was Tom’s realization and thoughts that his wife still desired more sex that caused a hardness that seemed to even exceed his previous erection.

Valerie had now moved her attention to Tom’s other nipple; her breasts gently brushing the skin of Tom’s chest; his chest hair teasing her nipples. The hand on his penis was now also gently massaging his testicles; her fingers tracing and teasing the area directly beneath his scrotum and massaging the flesh of his inner thighs. She ever so slowly drew a fingernail gently from this most sensitive area upwards along the seam of his sac up the underside of his penis to the now bulging head. Her fingers played with its tip. A drop of clear lubricant appeared at the tip’s opening. Her fingers and his penis head became slick with the moisture.

After a minute of her pleasuring Tom, Valerie stopped and moved to stand beside the bed. She placed one foot on the side of the bed. She then unhooked the garters from one of her stockings. Tom was entranced by her actions and the sight of his sexually charged wife; her inviting breasts and piercing nipples so near, the curves of her inviting hips within reach, the sex between her hips so close. She then changed her position so the other foot was now perched near Tom. She detached the other two garters. She then stood facing Tom and so very slowly removed the panty; doing so with a very sensual and enticing dance and undulating of her hips. Her impromptu display of eroticism was transfixing as Tom could only stare at his wife’s erogenous movements. As the neat and shortly trimmed hair of her mons became visible, Tom inhaled audibly.

“You like this, don’t you?” Valerie smiled wickedly.

Tom could only moan his surrender.

Valerie continued to remove the panty letting it drop to the floor where she delicately stepped out of it. She then did something else that caught Tom by surprise. Both of her hands slowly moved forward and down toward her sex Ankara Maltepe Escort coming to a rest where her index fingers and thumbs framed her labia. Tom had never seen a more erotic image than this one of his wife displaying herself to him, her smile and eyes revealing a side of her that he had rarely seen. Tom became mesmerized as Valerie gently used her fingers to touch and caress and to open her labia. The slow movements of her fingers and the now shine of wetness on her labial lips and fingers were captivating and brought his level of erotic desire higher than he could ever remember. To add to her hypnotizing effect, Valerie’s hips began a slow, swaying, circular path as she closed her eyes while slightly opening her mouth and wetting her lips with a slow, sensuous movement of her moistened tongue. Tom, reaching down to grasp his penis was shocked by its incredible hardness. Valerie then took one of her fingers and dipped its tip between the folds of her sex, gathering some of the wetness. Bending at her knees, Valerie the dropped her head to where Tom’s hand was still grasping his erection. She then gently kissed the swollen head with her red lipsticked lips. Her finger with the moisture from her sex she brought to Tom’s lips where he allowed the finger to gently enter, depositing the flavorful juice onto his tongue. Valerie slowly withdrew her finger and brought it up to her lips which she erotically and gently sucked into her mouth for a long moment. Leaning farther forward, Valerie then brought her lips to Tom’s and not-so-gently deeply kissed him. Her tongue quickly found his tongue. Their tongues and lips crushing each other in a passion that neither Tom nor Valerie had often felt or experienced. The kiss was long and pure sexual and full of lust. After a timeless epoch in which Valerie and Tom allowed their lust and passion to transcend their kiss, Valerie stood up. She took each of Tom’s hands into one of hers and then pinned his hands above his head with one hand. She indicated that he should not move his hands. Finding the previously discarded scarf, Valerie gently tied Tom’s hands. Her tying was easy and meant to be symbolic. Tom was not to use his hands any more. “Would you like to climb on top of me?” Tom quietly asked Valerie. He knew that she often experienced orgasm while riding him with his penis filling her and her clitoris rubbing against him.

“Yes” was her answer. However, rather than straddling his hips, she moved up his body. Her knees came to rest on either side of his head. She straightened her back. Her sex was now directly above Tom’s face, the lips of her labia just a small breadth from his lips. He could smell the muskiness of her sex and desire. He could feel the warm wetness emanating from the folds of her flesh. The feel of her stockings against his cheeks was sensual. Who was this woman that was having her way with him?

Once again Valerie brought her hands to her mons and then down to her sex. Once again, she used delicate fingers to open delicate lips. She gently moved her sex down until her lips met his lips; her sex had found a place that she knew would sate her hunger.

Tom’s lips and tongue wasted no time in beginning their ministrations. Much like before, he enveloped the whole of her sex within his lips. He licked and kissed from one puffy outer lip to the other. He sucked upon her inner labia and allowed his tongue to explore her savory vagina, from the inner creases of which poured Valerie’s nectar. Not pressing down with too much pressure, Valerie allowed Tom to completely have all of her sex. She enjoyed the feel of his tongue and lips as they discovered all of her loving flesh. It was not long until Valerie began to feel another orgasm building within her loins, this time beginning from within her now pulsating and contracting vagina.

Now increasing the pressure of her flesh against Tom’s lips, Valerie tilted her hips to a point where her clitoris was within easy reach of Tom’s lips and tongue. Recognizing what Valerie wanted, what she needed, Tom began to concentrate upon this large, soft, but firm nub. The tip of his tongue stroked and massaged the core of her pleasure. The flat of his tongue stroked her clit from base to tip and the surrounding soft, wet, flesh from which it reared. Tom could feel the wet slick which was literally pouring from his wife’s vagina as it drenched his face, running down his cheeks and chin. Opening his mouth wide he allowed the oil from his wife’s sex to fill his mouth, relishing the savor has he drank. Valerie was now beyond simple passion and lust. The intensity of her building orgasm was building to a crescendo that was nearing an uncontrollable level. Her fingers separated her lips so that her clitoris was totally bare and open to Tom’s tongue. She moved and pressed down so that all of his oral attention was now concentrated only upon that point of extreme pleasure. As Tom encased her clitoris with his lips while stroking it with the tip of his tongue at the same time, Valerie arched her back and threw back her head. Her hands pawed for her breasts, pinching her nipples. A loud, orgasmic moan emanated from her lips as she felt every muscle in her sex contract over and over and over. The most passionate, forceful, penetrating climax of her life completely shrouded her being. Nothing existed except for this sheer overpowering pleasure that now encased her. The orgasm of her life seemed to last for minutes as wave after wave after wave of indescribable pleasure swept through her.

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I parked the car at the curb, several houses down from Eleanor Kaminski’s, and sat there for a few minutes before getting out and heading slowly down the sidewalk. I didn’t especially feel like being there, but at the same time, I didn’t feel right about standing her up when I told her that I would come back. There were lights in several of her windows but the front porch light was off, and I wondered if that was a sign, though we hadn’t talked about any such thing. But then I saw the glowing coal of a cigarette, and realized that she was sitting at the top of her front porch steps, in her robe of pink and purple flowers, drinking a bottle of beer. She didn’t get up or wave or say anything. I came up the walk, climbed the steps, and sat down next to her.

She handed me her beer. It was fresh and cold. I drank some, set it down on the step between our feet.

“I really didn’t think you would come,” she said.

“I said I would.”

“I know. But I thought maybe I went a little too far today and upset you.”

“I wasn’t upset,” I said. “It was… well, it was pretty hot, really. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. Probably won’t happen again any time soon, if ever. When I’m back to my old habits, that’s probably the thing I’ll be thinking about when I defile the inside of another garden shed.”

She made a funny, sputtering sound of surprise and started laughing. She drank more of the beer, then took a book of matches and her box of Parliaments from the pocket of her robe and offered me one.

“The only reason I don’t tell your mother on you for smoking is because you’re such a good fuck,” she said in a low, husky voice as I lit my cigarette. The night was a soft hum of insect sounds, a silky cadence, but it was otherwise so quiet that when I touched the matchhead to the condensation on the beer bottle the hiss seemed to stretch out into the darkness. I didn’t say anything.

“Oops,” she said. “Wrong thing to say. I’m sorry. I was just trying to keep things light.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Seriously. I’m just a little flat.”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” she said.

“I know. You told me before.”

“No, I mean tonight. I don’t expect anything.”

“Okay.”

We took turns at the beer for a couple-three minutes. The quiet suddenly gave way to fire engine sirens howling in the distance, dopplering toward us through the darkness and then away.

Finally she said, “Ed and I got married right out of high school. It wasn’t like my dream to get married, I never felt like I had to do that as soon as possible or anything. But Ed was fun, a Good Time Charlie, always doing something or other, liked to party. He wasn’t one of those guys who just sits around drinking all the time; he had lots of friends, and they always did things—still do things—together. Hunting, fishing, playing sports, camping. I liked to be around that. I was a little more introverted—I know, you’re probably going to laugh at that, right? But I was. Still am. So I always enjoyed being around that sort of… energy, I guess.

“It’s just, these last few years… I don’t know. He still has fun, still does all those things. But me? Not so much anymore. The fun part, I mean. Things just aren’t quite as fun anymore. I don’t know why. I don’t blame him. He’s exactly the way he’s always been. It’s something with me.

“What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did with you. I don’t mean the sex part. I mean the flirting part. The teasing part. I don’t know if I ever thought you would act on it or not. I don’t know if I even thought that far. It was just… easy. It was an easy thing to do, the easiest way to… get someone to pay a little more attention. Sometimes you get to a point in your life where all you want is someone to pay a little more attention to you. Single you out. Flaunting myself was a way, an easy way, to have someone, you, single me out. But it wasn’t the right way.”

She lay her head on my shoulder.

“You’re a good boy,” she said. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Eleanor Kaminski brought out another beer, which we shared. She handed me a ten dollar bill that she’d folded up into a tiny square, as she always did—money that she still owed me from the afternoon I’d passed out in her upstairs hallway.

When I finally got home, my mother was still awake, watching the 11:00 o’clock news and working one of those hidden word puzzles.

“You’re awfully late,” she said.

“Yeah. Sally, from the A&P, her car broke down, and I waited with her until the tow truck came.”

“That was nice of you,” she said. “But you should have called me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” I realized that might be the last time that my mother ever requested such a thing of me. Call me if you’re going to be late. I showered and flopped down on my bed, still wrapped in a towel, and slept that way through the night. I don’t remember dreaming.

.:.

The fire behind the A&P didn’t amount to much. The fire department esat escort put it out in five minutes, from what I heard, and it all happened so far away from the building that the cardboard bale would have probably just burned itself out without damaging anything even if no one had arrived to hose it down. It was an accident. There was no crime, no issue. Just a solitary fire in the summer night.

The next day, Sunday, was quiet. I didn’t hear from Suzie Bowen. I usually didn’t on Sunday, it was always the typical day of rest for us, though I half expected at least get a phone call from her, with information or gossip about the wedding that I’d skipped. But she didn’t call.

I spent the day at home. I packed up a couple of boxes of books that I wanted to take with me to college. Sorted through other things, childish things. Cracked my senior yearbook and looked at the pictures and inscriptions of so many people—many of whom I had seen day after day, year after year, for twelve years. The girls, all of them, so many of them intimate friends, all closed their inscriptions with “RMA.” RMA. Remember Me Always. Why did they want me to remember them always? Why not? Didn’t they deserve that? Would they remember me? None of us would ever know if we did or didn’t.

The following morning, a Monday, would have seen me at Suzie Bowen’s, as had been our habit these recent weeks. But I didn’t go, and she never called. And I wouldn’t presume to show up without being summoned; for all I knew, her mother might have had the day off. Even if my presence had been requested, I’m not sure I’d have gone. At least not that day. But in any case, I didn’t hear from her. Instead, I spent the morning eating half a box of Eggo waffles greasy with Fleischmann’s margarine, then sat on one of the webbed chairs on the front porch with my feet up on the wrought iron railing, reading a book. The low, early sun shot beneath the porch awnings, burned through the gauzy morning haze and toasted the east-facing half of my stretched body. The close air had that tang of industry, of humanity. It smelled like every summer morning that I had ever known.

My shift at the A&P started at noon. Since I wasn’t especially occupied for a change, I got there in plenty of time. Despite the relative contentment of the previous few hours, it didn’t make going into work any easier, knowing that Sally was gone. I’d have to endure the final week with The Mormon, and Tommy the kleptomaniac, and the craggy Hillbilly smoking and glowering at us from the cage, and the union checkers and stock guys giving us orders and making us do shit work. I was loitering near the time clock, waiting for noon to strike when Jim the Mormon rolled in.

“Oh, man, damn, jeez, I owe you! You won’t believe when I tell you. I owe you, man,” he said.

“I take cash,” I said.

“Ha! Yeah, sure. Seriously though, I really appreciate you covering for me on Saturday. I’m telling you. So, the reason I wanted to leave early was because I wanted to go to my cousin’s wedding reception on Saturday night.”

“Wedding reception?”

“Yeah,” he said. “At the Legion Hall. Great party. You know, everybody got really fucked up. Anyway, I meet this chick, very hot.” He started whispering. “We’re dancing and dancing, and then she drags me outside,” he looked around, “and she blows me. She pushes me up against a car in the parking lot and squats in front of me and sucks my fucking dick, man. It was crazy.”

I turned back to the time clock, watching the minute hand.

“I couldn’t believe it,” he said. He grabbed my arm. “Man, she ate my cum. She was like, ‘C’mon, I want you to cum in my mouth. Give me a big fucking load to swallow.’ It was like a movie or something.”

The clock snapped off another minute.

“So,” I said. “Did you give her what she wanted?”

“Oh, jeez,” he said. “In like a minute. She was a pro. I mean, she knew what she was doing. I couldn’t believe it!”

“Yeah, you already said that. And how about that superhot girlfriend you always talk about? Was she happy for you?”

His look went hard, like he was summoning his determination.

“I broke up with her,” he said.

“Really?”

“Well,” he looked around. “I tried to, yesterday. But it got kind of ugly so I backed off. But I’m going to do it.”

“Wow,” I said. “Just because some drunk chick at a wedding reception gave you a blowjob?”

“I don’t think she was drunk. And it’s way more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

He snorted. “You won’t believe me.”

I told him that I would. The time clocked clapped 9:59.

He told me that he’d seen her the next day; she’d asked him to take her to the mall in Boardman. While they were in Spencer’s, that tawdry, patchouli-choked gift place, in the back of the store under the black lights amidst all the smutty sex games and gags, she gave him handjob. After he bought her an Orange Julius, she fucked him in the mall parking lot in the etimesgut escort back of his dad’s Chevy Blazer. That, apparently, spurred him to break up with his superhot girlfriend on Sunday night, or at least try to.

“Then,” he said, punching his time card, “she had me come over to her house this morning after her mother went to work. She really doesn’t live very far from here. Man, I thought I was going to be late. She just wanted to keep going and going.”

Predictably, the Hillbilly came through the swinging doors at that moment and put his hands on his hips.

“Did you boys forget your way out onto the floor? It’s just through these doors.”

“Sorry,” said the Mormon, who no longer seemed like much of a Mormon to me anymore, slipping past me and the Hillbilly and out into the store. I was still holding my timecard.

“You know,” I said, putting the unpunched card back in the caddy. “I don’t think I’m going to work today.”

“Excuse me?” said the Hillbilly.

“I think I’m done.”

“You’ve got a whole week of hours scheduled before you’re done here,” he said. “Now put on that jacket and get out there on the floor. I don’t got time for this nonsense.”

I looked for a place to hang that red-and-white striped clown jacket but didn’t see anything convenient. I didn’t want to drop it on the floor, so I draped it over the timeclock.

“Is this how you plan on going through life?” he said. “Just walking away from your responsibilities whenever you feel like it? Leaving other people to clean up your mess?”

“It’s just a grocery store,” I said.

.:.

Even though, then, I considered the guy just a gnarly, ignorant cracker who smelled like an overfull ashtray, he was right. It wasn’t my finest moment. There wasn’t anything noble in what I’d done. It was peevish and arrogant. But I’d done it. The strange thing was, I wasn’t upset that Suzie Bowen had taken up with Jim the Mormon, or anyone for that matter. If it hadn’t happened then, I fully expected it to happen not long after I left town. My vanity was nicked, but only in the most rudimentary, competitive way; I’d been replaced.

No one answered when I knocked on the Bowen’s front door. That didn’t surprise me. It seemed still too early for her to be out somewhere, but she could have been in the shower, washing off the morning’s activities or, more likely, back asleep after fucking someone hard for a couple hours. I stepped down from the porch and stood on the sidewalk, looking at the house, when I heard music coming from somewhere. I took the walk between the house and the detached garage, following the sound to the Bowen’s little postage stamp backyard with its box hedge surround.

Suzie Bowen was back there, sunning herself on a vinyl chaise that she’d draped with a beach towel. She was on her stomach, in bikini bottoms, her top unclasped to leave her back bare. Her trebly little transistor radio was squeezing out Joe Jackson’s “Is She Really Going Out with Him?” I couldn’t tell through her sunglasses, but I was sure her eyes were closed. I thought first about making presence known by putting my hand between her slightly parted thighs and grabbing her crotch, which I imagined as swampy with another guy’s jizz. Or maybe quickly grabbing her bikini bottom and yanking it down. But I abandoned these vulgar ideas and instead, rapidly and ever-so-lightly, drew my fingertip up the grimy sole of her foot.

She jerked and heaved and twisted and cursed. She reacted so spasmodically that she turned half over without ever trying to cover her breasts. Her sunglasses fell off and landed in the grass.

“What the hell?” she said. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey Suze. Haven’t heard from you. Wondered what was going on.”

“I haven’t heard from you either. Why aren’t you at work?”

“You want to go inside?” I said. “Or…” I put my hand at my zipper. “Do you want to do it out here?”

She seemed to realize then that her tits were still on display to the world and she wrapped her top around them and clasped it.

“The pool is closed,” she said.

“Really?” I said. “Is it closed, or is it packed with too many swimmers just now?”

“What are you talking about?” She swung her legs over the side of the chaise and stood up, taking the beach towel and wrapping herself in it.

“I guess it’s possible that you swallowed all his loads this morning,” I said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said again.

“Yes you do,” I said. “Jim. Jimmy. You know. The guy you blew at the wedding reception on Saturday night. Then jerked off at the Spencer’s Gifts yesterday, and fucked in the back of his Blazer in the Boardman Mall parking lot.”

Suzie Bowen could lie, but it took some preparation. As I’ve pointed out earlier, she was about as sharp as a sackful of wet mice. Given the circumstances, I would have thought she might have already spent some time concocting some way to inform etlik escort me that I was out and someone else was in, even something cruelly simple. But instead she just kept at being herself, moving blithely and witlessly forward, leaving the big kiss-off for another day, another time, when she wasn’t so busy laying on her stomach in the sun. She just stood there looking at me.

But I didn’t have any particular plan, speech, or recrimination in mind, either. Up and quitting the A&P had been spontaneous. I couldn’t bear spending the next six hours, let alone the next week, with the Mormon sidling up to me at every opportunity and sharing more details of the wild ride he was embarking on. And going from there to Suzie Bowen’s house only occurred to me after I had driven away and wondered where I should go. Now that I was there, and seeing her, I no longer had the stomach for much else. I certainly didn’t have a moral leg to stand on. And my feelings were nothing so dire as jealousy, revenge, murderous rage. If anything, I felt only disdain. The summer seemed like it was finally draining away.

“He told me,” I said. “He works with me. At the grocery store. Jim.”

Now she looked upset. She re-cinched her towel more tightly and looked down around her feet before crouching and picking up her sunglasses from the grass.

“He doesn’t know who you are,” I said. “It’s not like that. If you’d have come to the store an hour earlier on Saturday, when you gave your little performance, you’d have probably seen him, but he’d already left for the day by the time you showed up. He doesn’t know about you and me, so let’s just keep it that way, if you don’t mind.”

She shrugged, pulled out her hair tie, and shook her head. “What difference does it make?” she said. “You’re leaving.”

“I just don’t like anyone knowing my business. Even if it’s… old business.”

“He didn’t really fuck me in the Blazer,” she said. “He was going to, but… he just shot all over my stomach and bra before he could get it in. Then he wouldn’t talk to me the rest of the way home.”

“I’m sure it was all a little more than he bargained for,” I said. She shrugged again and looked around the empty yard like she was expecting someone.

I don’t know if it occurred to me at that moment, or sometime shortly thereafter: the challenge that Suzie Bowen would probably face as she made her way through the land of future lovers. She wasn’t a patient sort, or very dissembling, so I found it hard to imagine her feigning shyness or inexperience to spare her partners the emasculating sense of being overmatched by her sexuality and carnal expectations. I’ve always wondered about the slew of man-children she left strewn in her libidinous wake, a humble trail puddled with the premature ejaculate of her unwitting humps. Or if she had to endure more sinister turns, stalkers and addicts, the ones who became ensorcelled and obsessed.

Suzie Bowen dropped her towel and came up to me. She roughly yanked open the button of my jeans, pulled down the zipper, put her hand in my underwear and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

“Nobody can see us back here,” she said

“No,” I said and grabbed her hands.

“Just let me suck it,” she said.

“I don’t want to be anywhere that Jim has been, sorry,” I said.

“You’re hard though,” she freed her hands from my grasp and pulled my jeans halfway down my thighs, grabbed my cock again and started stroking it with one hand, and with the other pulled the waist of her bikini bottom away from her stomach. “Just shoot it in there,” she said. “I want it, I want to feel it.”

“You want me to come in your swimsuit bottoms?”

“Uh-huh. Shoot your cum in there. C’mon.”

Her sunglasses slid down her nose and she stared at the waist-level space between us, her hand steadily pumping my hard prick. She shoved her other hand down the front of her bikini bottoms and starting stroking herself.

“Pump a load in there,” she whispered.

I’m not sure why I did it, but I did. I knocked her hand away and starting stroking my cock myself. She pulled the waist of her bikini bottom away from her stomach. I pumped my hard dick and pointed the head at her intended target, a shadowy crosshatching of hair atop her pubic mound. I grunted and began shooting gouts of white cum against the tan line of her belly. It slithered down, decorating her pubic hair.

“Oh fuck yeah,” she exhaled, watching the spurting jizz. I squeezed my cock, milking out the last measures, and gave it a shake. She stuck her hands down the front of her suit and began massaging my fresh cum into her cunt.

“It’s so warm,” she whispered, backing away from me toward her chaise, where she knelt, and then lowered herself onto her stomach, her arms still beneath her and her hands in her bottoms. Her lips were slightly parted. Her sunglasses sat crookedly and I could see her closed eyes. She lay and masturbated herself with my cum. It was as if I wasn’t there. I repacked my personal belongings and watched her for another moment as her breathing grew ragged and more audible. The antenna on the transistor radio sitting in the grass was tipped with a brilliant asterisk of summer sun, flagging this footnote to our squalid little affair. I left her that way, writhing on the chaise, an enflamed brew of sweat, Sea and Ski, and semen.

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So my muse got horny again and this is the result. I kind of like revenge stories, and while this isn’t exactly one, it’s similar. Enjoy!

In case it wasn’t obvious, this is a sequel to my earlier story, One Night Out.

Once again, all comments and feedback are appreciated!

—

I rested back on the sofa, yawning. I had had a looooooooooong day yesterday. Rick and Maegan had lent me out to a few of their friends, and I was still recovering from the marathon gangbang that had lasted most of the day. Two guys and a girl…the dudes had taken me in all my holes while the chick licked me out, and when they had gotten tired of that, the girl had put on a strap-on and did me doggy style while the guys watched and jerked off in the corner. It had been fun, but tiring.

As I flipped through a magazine that someone had left on the dresser, I rubbed my tummy absently. This was my sixth, and while I had gotten used to being preggers by now, it still took a toll on me. Swollen feet, morning sickness (not too bad nowadays, thankfully) and those strange cravings…oh well, this just came with the territory of being a sex slave. Didn’t really have much choice, so I just went with the flow. At least the sex was good.

The door slammed open and Maegan stormed in, her face as black as storm clouds. I looked up in surprise. While this wasn’t the first time the witch had gotten angry – she and her boyfriend had the occasional fight, which usually ended up with things being thrown and then wild makeup sex on the sofa (the same one I was using…which explained how the leather got all spotty) – this was different. She was royally pissed, and it showed in her furrowed brows and angry frown.

Rick came into the living room to see what the fuss was about. “What’s wrong, sweetcheeks? Spell went wrong on you?”

“Something much worse. I lost a bet.”

“What kind of bet?” asked her boyfriend.

Maegan heaved a heavy sigh. “You know Sylvia?” I did. She was one of Maegan’s witch friends, a tallish and thin woman with a hawk nose and cruel smile. No tattoos, but enough gothic clothes to make the late Amy Winehouse jealous. Maegan and her often drank together, and often got me to eat them out after their little tete-a-tetes. She was a little tarter than Maegan…apple to the other’s cider.

“We both got drunk, see? And after the fifth drink we wanted to see who could do five more without passing out. I knocked out first. Loser had to do whatever the other wanted.”

Rick whistled. “Not the best of terms to have a bet on.”

“You’re telling me! But we were drunk. Haven’t you ever been drunk before?”

“Well…yeah. So what happened? What did she want?”

Maegan sighed again and shot me a dirty look. I looked back in all innocence. Me? Where did I fit into this? I was just an innocent bystander!

“She wanted me to become a bimbo fuckdoll like her.”

I was both surprised and angry at what Maegan said. What a request to make! I mean, I knew that these witch types were twisted, but I thought they only took out their perverse desires on other non-witches.

Also, what did she mean by bimbo fuckdoll? I wasn’t a bimbo fuckdoll. Sure my daily routine consisted of sucking cock and eating pussy and getting reamed six ways from Sunday, unless it was Sunday in which case I went down to the nearest bar to pick up (or more likely, be picked up) by a handsome guy who would then bring me home and…ok. Maybe I was a bimbo fuckdoll after all.

“Whoa. So what did you say?” asked Rick. He seemed to be taking all this in stride. I guessed he had seen weirder stuff in his time as Maegan’s boyfriend.

“What do you think? It was the terms of the bet. I had to agree. Also, no magic for a month. Interferes with the process or something.”

“So…when is this gonna start?” Was it just me or did Rick seem a little eager? Maegan must have caught a little of his tone and shot him a glance that would freeze water.

“Tomorrow. She’s gonna bring me back to her place to cast the spell. And don’t you look so smug about it!”

—

I woke up the next morning to see an even angrier Maegan on the sofa, doing her nails…except that Maegan never did her nails. Never before the spell, that is. Her breasts were already bigger, and I could see that her eyes were done up in cat’s eye eyeliner that was so thick that it made her look a little like a panda. Sylvia had weird tastes.

I carefully avoided her as I went about getting my breakfast – were we out of cereal? – but Maegan glared daggers at me when I sat down to eat.

“I know what you’re thinking. Serves me right, right?”

I looked quizzically back at her. Actually I hadn’t been thinking that at all. I had been thinking about how hot she looked, and how the black nail polish she wants putting on contrasted with the blond of her hair, and just how sexy she would be when this was all over. Okay…maybe I was a liiiiiiiiiiiiitle smug. After all, she was the one who had turned me into zonguldak escort this. It was nice to see her get a taste of her own – or someone else’s – medicine.

“Who, me? No, not at all! But those nails look great on you!” I just smiled innocently and ate my cereal, leaving Maegan to fume over her long talons – had they grown too?

That was just the start of things. Over the next few days her breasts grew to be about the size of mine, and I heard loud complaints from the bedroom about how she was spending a fortune on bras. Her hips widened and butt swelled much like mine, but here was where Sylvia changed it up a bit – instead of giving her a bubblebutt like the one I had, the other witch instead changed her friend so that her ass grew until it was a rounded cushion the envy of any girl in a rapper video.

Sylvia also insisted she do up her hair in twin pigtails, and as per the terms of the spell she had no choice but to agree. The little-girl look they gave her was greatly at odds with her scowling expression, but maybe that was the point? And they did bobble about most enticingly when she was getting fucked, which was often. Because like with me, all those changes came with increased horniness. I got used to see Maegan and Rick go at it on the kitchen table, in the living room, and in the bathroom, practically the entire day. Hey, she was lucky Sylvia wasn’t renting out to others like they did to me…yet.

The changes seem to make everyone happy except her. Time that Maegan was spending fucking was time that she didn’t have to think up strange torments for me, and Rick didn’t seem to be complaining about his girlfriend’s new curvier body. After a week or so – by which time Maegan had begun to resemble me more than a little – Sylvia upped the ante and started decorating her friend’s body as well.

Now each time to went to Sylvia’s house she didn’t just come back with another cup size – she got more tattoos and piercings as well, until her entire body was practically covered with them. A wyvern on her black, flowers all over her plush behind, unicorns on her legs…she had more than me! Rings through her lips, nose and belly button, but nothing for her nipples…Sylvia was exercising restraint in that area. Or maybe she was just saving it up for the next month. You could never tell with these witches.

I’ll admit it – it was strangely exciting watching Maegan change. Turnabout was fair play, and even though I wasn’t meteing it out, it was still kind of nice to watch. How Maegan got angrier and hornier, and bustier, and curvier…and was powerless to do a damn thing about it. Watching her curse and swear in front of the mirror each day, I kind of got why these witch types transformed others into sex slaves. It was kind of fun!

Revenge was sweet…but not as sweet as Maegan’s cunt. When Rick was busy, her out-of-control libido had her turning to me. While our bodies weren’t exactly the type, I had been a bimbo fuckdoll (to use her words) much longer than she had, and so I knew just how to caress her overfull breasts to get her juices flowing, and how to finger her to screaming orgasm after orgasm. We had had sex before, but she was a LOT more fun to play with her new curves. I owed Sylvia a drink. Except that I wouldn’t want to get drunk and under her thrall – I’d seen where that went.

—

After about a month, Sylvia did what I thought she was eventually do – start loaning out her friend to random strangers. Man, with friends like these, who needed enemies? Maegan began to spend evenings on her phone, coordinating random hook-ups (either than, or sit on the couch doing her nails and scowling) which invariably ended with her stumbling back into the house the next morning, exhausted and dripping cum from all her holes.

Rick just watched the proceedings with a shit-eating grin on his face. Forgot friends like these – with boyfriends like these, who needed…ok, my metaphor was breaking down. But I wasn’t the only one who thought his behavior a bit weird. Maegan took him to task over it one evening.

“Don’t just stand there! Go talk to Sylvia about this!”

“What would I say? I’m not a witch. And a bet is a bet. You’ve got that whole sworn agreement thing between witches, right? That both of you have to abide by any pact, lest you be cursed come midnight or something…you’ve told me about it.”

“Well, yeah. There is that. But the least you could do is be nicer about it!”

“Nicer? I am nicer! Who drives you to all your meet-ups, huh?” That wasn’t nicer in my books, but I decided to keep out of it. Sex slave or no, I wasn’t going to get involved in any lovers’ quarrels if I could help it.

But one thing led to another, and eventually the time came where Maegan knocked on my door.

“Ummm, can I come in?”

“Sure, Maegan!” I opened it with a cheery smile and pottered about the room as she sat heavily on the bed. I gave her a half an hour, but it was actually urfa escort only after a few minutes

that she opened her mouth and said it.

“I’m pregnant.”

We both knew this day would come. The witches weren’t big on birth control, and Sylvia seemed to have a sadistic side to her that was only be thrilled by seeing her friend be knocked up. But I was different. Being a sex slave/bimbo fuckdoll (call it whatever you like – the terms were pretty interchangeable) did give me a little sympathy for her position.

So I sat down beside her and gave her a great big hug. Maegan didn’t cry or anything like that – would be way too softy for her – but she did return the hug and sniffle a little.

In the last month I had to come know a different side of Maegan. Sure, she had been kind of a bitch to me, but now that she was the one being transformed…I did feel a kind of kinship with her. But I wasn’t sure what to tell her. It was fun being pregnant? Seriously? That I loved the way guys would stay at my too-large tits, and the feeling of milk gushing from them as my lovers suckled on me? Hmm. Maybe not the best course of action.

Naah, I wouldn’t tell her all that. She’d discover it on her own.

“It’s ok, Maegan. It’s going to be just fine. How about I come with you to your events? Would you like that?”

“Really? You would?”

“Sure! Just two sluts on the town, having fun…we’ll be like sisters!” The look Maegan gave me told me that sisters was maybe pushing it, but I’m sure that she appreciated the sentiment.

—

I don’t welsh on my promises, and so we began to go to events together. Sylvia had her signed up for as many as three in a day, and it reminded me of my college days before I was fully transformed – gangbang after gangbang, until I had cum my brains out. Kind of fun.

Maegan was a nice partner to have. Between the two of us, whole rooms went nuts the moment we entered. I mean, how often is it that TWO bimbo fuckdolls come walking through the door on a Friday evening, willing to fuck anyone who wanted them? On second thoughts…don’t answer that.

The first event was the most fun. I had the distinct pleasure of watching my former captor as she was fucked by over ten men, one after the other. She was a little surprised when she first entered the room, but soon warmed up as they fondle her giant tits and full ass. Then they proceeded to start fucking as I diddled myself in the corner.

As gangbangs went it was pretty tame by my standards, but not by hers. She looked like she didn’t know what to do at all, but the men soon decided for her. Simple missionary first, and then a few blowjobs. After that some guys wanted titjobs, which Maegan have to give, still with that mixture of horniness, anger and resentment on her face. Which looked even hotter when splattered with cum. Then they did her doggy-style, and later a circle jerk…I tittered a bit the first time she took someone up the ass. She looked so cute trying to escape from the burly black guy who was buggering her, until she gave up and just let herself succumb to the pleasure.

The spell placed on her meant that she couldn’t disobey even if she wanted to, and so I watched in glee as man after man ordered her into all kinds of sex acts. Maegan was hot. Not as hot as I was, but that was hard to beat. But after about half an hour all this watching grew boring. It was time for me to get some as well.

So I grabbed her and planted a wet one smack dab on her lips. We sucked face for a while – it was hard to actually kiss properly because our breasts were so big they got in the way. But we managed, and by the time our lips parted we got a standing ovation from the men gathered around us. I did a little pose and blew them a kiss. As for Maegan, she was hot and panting hard. I knew how to kiss a girl right!

But it was also time for her to return the favor. “Down here, girl.” I said, motioning to my twat. She complied. She didn’t actually have a choice. A man came up behind her and started fucking her as her face was still buried in my pussy, starting a daisy chain of lovers. I spread my legs wide to allow Maegan greater access as I began to give some blowjobs of my own.

And when that was done I lay on the floor to start fucking in earnest, watching out of the corner of my eye as Maegan took a hard cock in either hand and another in her sopping snatch. Nice way to spend a Sunday night.

—

That set the tone of the events to come. Sylvia seemed to enjoy making Maegan fuck more than one man (or woman) at once, and she was more than happy to have me come along for the ride. I would never admit it, but my pussy was getting a little lonely now that Maegan wasn’t making use of it any more. So I tagged along everytime she got ordered out – it was just like college again!

Rick was enjoying all this a little too much. Nowadays he didn’t even TRY to hide his glee when he used us both, or ferried us uşak escort to our destinations. He didn’t seem to mind one bit that his girlfriend had been knocked up by another man. I guess weirdness came with the territory when your girlfriend was a witch.

Maegan minded though, and they had more than one argument about it. I typically just closed the door and shut my ears, but they were loud enough so that I heard a particular violent dispute get through my doors. I peeked out to see the pregnant witch (or bimbo fuckdoll? could you be both?) pointing a long-nailed finger at Rick.

“Don’t you care about what happens to your girlfriend?”

“I do babe, but you know, you did get yourself into this. What with the bet and all?”

Maegan scowled at Rick, who just grinned back. She could see he was pleased by the changes in her body, and her new subservient nature. Yes, in additional to all the physical changes, Sylvia had made some mental ones as well, and now Maegan couldn’t help but do what anyone asked her to. Which must grated heavily on her dominant nature – it wasn’t just a big deal for me. I just went with the flow and generally was happy to be ordered about.

But I couldn’t be happier than Rick. What guy didn’t want to have TWO hot sex slaves? He liked nothing that than to watch us go at it, then join in when things were getting good. He got a definite kick out of ordering his girlfriend to suck on her own nipples (her breasts were big enough so she could do that now) and finger herself while kissing me. Or get me to do that while kissing her. Or fuck each other with dildos as he took us in the other hole. Or any variation of the above, really.

“You…you…man! I don’t know why I put up with you. If I had my body back I would just…”

“But you don’t. And you’re horny now, right? I can tell because you’re angry. You always get horny when you’re angry.” Say what you would about Rick, he knew his girlfriend pretty well.

Maegan just scowled but didn’t demur. I think she knew that he was right on the money.

“Alright babe, back to the bedroom. Let’s not waste time arguing out here, okay?” I sometimes wondered why Rick goaded her like that until I realized that it was probably because he got off on “taming” his girlfriend. Sigh. Some people just really have to be the alpha all the time. But I had to admit that she was hot with her face all angry like that, but still unable to resist orders…there was something to this whole power dynamic business that just got me all wet.

—

As the months passed, I delivered my sixth without issue, but then it was fast approaching time for Maegan to pop out her first. As I suspected, as she got bigger and bigger she also got hornier and hornier. The cravings weren’t the same for her – she wanted eggplant-flavored ice cream, for goodness sake – but a pregnancy was a pregnancy, and so I had to put up with her loud complaints about morning sickness, swollen feet and all that…until Rick ordered her back into bed. I wasn’t that loud when I was knocked up! (Was I?)

A pregnant witch was also a slow witch. Her belly had ballooned to the point at which she could barely walk. But that didn’t stop her from fucking and sucking like a champ. Her suitors came to our house now that she was too big to walk about, and they screwed her six ways from Sunday on the same couch that she did her nails on. She put up a show of resistance, but I suspected that she secretly enjoyed it. You couldn’t fake those moans coming from her mouth, or the juices gushing from her pussy. Even though she was a lot of resistant that I initially was, the spell had broken down her defenses over time, and I got to watch her cum helplessly as she was taken roughly from behind on all fours, her huge breasts bouncing. Being a voyeur made me kind of horny, and it was even better when the men finished with her and I got to be next.

It was nice to not be the only sex slave around for a while. All good things had to end – in this case, the terms of the bet were that when the first baby was done with, Maegan would go back to being a normal witch again. Well, insofar as any witch can be considered normal. But until then it was good to have another slut around the house to deal with Rick’s insatiable urges, and play with in the shower (soapy boobs are fun!) and eat me once in a while. Plus I never got tired of seeing Maegan’s angry face turn to gasps of pleasure as one of her lovers fucked her silly as I watched. Turnabout isn’t only fair play…it’s also fucking hot.

—

The baby was delivered with no problems. I think it was a girl, and it was whisked off to the coven almost as soon as it popped out from Maegan’s belly. The sex slave spell (say that three times fast) always gave the victim child-bearing hips, which made a lot of sense considering what kind of activities they would be engaged in. These witches do think of everything it seems.

So finally, it was over. I resigned myself to going back to my normal existence in which I was subject to Rick and Maegan’s whims. Well, it was fun while it lasted. Until a still very busty, still very tattooed and pierced witch walked through the door after coming back from the hospital. I blinked a little at her and she just smiled back – that cruel smile that I remembered so well.

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This piece of fiction is intended as adult entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please do not read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.

Copyright © 2005 Jim Reader. All rights reserved.

* * * * *

Beth and I were married right out of high school. We’d been sweethearts most of our lives and our marriage worked. It was glorious. We were so happy we’d cry together after we made love, holding each other all night.

But fifteen years can take a bit of the shine off and when you’ve borne each other’s moods and eccentricities and bad days and childish tantrums for that long, sometimes the romance is hard to find. While the love is still so strong it can hurt when you look at each other, most of your days are spent in a routine that offers little in the way of excitement.

Until the doctor looks at her test results and says the “C” word and the “advanced stages” words… and rips out your heart with the phrase “we’ll try everything but I really don’t hold out much hope”. And while you’re trying to find a pulse in your own arm, while you’re praying he’s wrong or it’s some cruel joke, well, everything gets real again and nothing’s routine anymore.

Every day she felt up to it I made love to her, as long and as gently as I could. And when she didn’t feel up to it, I’d hold her hand to my lips and bathe it in kisses and tears, inhaling the scent of her, healthy or not, memorizing it, studying her face, erasing in my mind every sign of pain so I’d never forget who and what my Beth was, cherishing each smile, numbering them, cataloguing them.

It was quick. After Smile 348, there were no more as she was no more. I so wanted to go with her.

But Beth wouldn’t have liked that, so I kept living and pretended to enjoy it.

It was a few days before my thirty-fourth birthday when I got a call from Dan, an old friend of ours.

“Chris, your birthday’s coming up. While I doubt you’re in the mood to celebrate, Beth left us with clear instructions the last time we saw her. Sandy and I are to take you out, show you a good time and give you Beth’s presents for you.”

So that’s what Smile 325 had meant, the sly smirk that had crossed her face one morning. Is it any mystery why I loved her?

That Friday night I was at Beth’s and my favorite club, a little piano bar called “Clyde’s Place”, waiting on Dan and Sandy. It was mostly empty for tokat escort the first set of the evening.

The club had a new singer, Carly Galvan. She was maybe five foot two, the kind of thin that comes from genetics not anorexia or heroin, late twenties or early thirties, calm and composed as she walked to the mike in a simple black spaghetti-strapped sheath that clung to her body, hung to her ankles and was slit to her knees. She seemed to me too small and frail to hold much of a voice and I checked my watch, wondering where Dan and Sandy were and why they hadn’t called. Checked my cell phone to find I’d left it at home. Intelligent of me, I know.

Then with Ed, Clyde’s son, at the piano Carly launched into “Chances Are” and my view of her shifted like the San Andreas relieving stress. From that tiny, frail-looking woman came a voice that was a little Marianne Faithful, a touch of Janis Joplin, all mellowed with the smoothness of Diana Krall, driven out of her body with passion and control.

I didn’t notice when the tears began rolling down my cheeks. To hear one of Beth’s favorites sung so beautifully, it was as if Beth sat beside me. I knew if I reached out my hand, I’d feel her soft skin beneath my fingers and I knew I was mad for thinking so. I kept my eyes on Carly, on the bar, afraid to look to my right, afraid to break the magic that was giving me one last moment with my love, a moment that would be over far too soon.

And then it wasn’t. She went into “Unforgettable” and my heart pounded in my chest as her voice wrapped around my mind. Beth was stroking my hand, I felt her. My love was there and I knew I was losing it. I fought to keep my sobs silent.

“So this is what a nervous breakdown feels like,” I thought to myself. But she was there and if two songs of having her near meant the rest of my life in a padded room it was a small price to pay.

And then it was three. We stroked each others hands through “What a Wonderful World”. I knew I was delusional. So what?

Next she ripped out Beth’s and my heart with a beautiful arrangement of Dire Straits’ “Romeo and Juliet” and I heard my wife crying next to me as she held my hand tightly the way she did every time anything brought her to tears.

My waitress was headed toward the table but I waved her away, fearful she’d break the spell this young woman had woven. If she did I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions. I couldn’t be. Beth was back and I knew this was all I was going to have.

Through “The Air That I Breathe”, “Trouble In Mind”, “Dance Me to the End of Love” and “Night and Day” I sat with my wife. I held and made love to her hand. I wished I had faith enough to touch her anywhere else, but my belief in magic was too long dead. trabzon escort I didn’t dare.

The sorceress at the microphone began “Crazy” and Beth whispered “Close your eyes, no peeking”. As soon as I had done so I felt her warm weight settle onto my lap and her arms go around my neck. As her hair brushed my face, I smelled her, not as she’d been at the end, reeking of chemicals and sickness. I smelled my wife on the day I’d married her, all honeysuckle and roses with a touch of delicious perspiration. Her skin against mine was warm and soft, the tiny hairs tickling my neck as they always did. Her breath was sweet and from the faint whiff of bourbon I knew she’d take a sip of my drink. My cock hardened down my pants leg.

“Chris,” she murmured, “I love you. I always will. But you have to let me go, not for my sake, but for yours. I want you to live and you’re not doing that, you’re barely surviving. Let me go. Free yourself to go live again.”

I nodded dumbly, unable to get words out through my tightened throat.

The song finished and Leonard Cohen’s “Light as the Breeze” flowed out of the singer, every submissive, blatant word and double entendre of it. I felt Beth’s breath on my ear as she whispered “Remember that night in New Orleans?” She shifted to straddle my lap. Her hand was caressing the erection that was straining at its imprisonment and she ran her fingertip along the bottom and curled her nail in just under the head. Through my tears I gasped and felt myself teetering on the edge of orgasm. Beth had always had that effect on me.

Though my eyes were closed I knew her body and my hand found her breast, felt it beneath my fingers and palm, shrouded in the silk of her blouse, warm and soft, her nipple erect and straining against the fabric. She kissed my neck, her lips gliding over my skin to give my earlobe a familiar nibble.

I struggled to speak. “Are you sure I can’t come with you?”

“No, silly man, you’ve a lot of years ahead of you and a lot of joy to fill them with.”

The song was heading towards its end and I felt this most precious gift was almost done.

“May I please see you one last time?”

“Do you believe strongly enough, Chris?”

“Oh God, I hope so.”

“Then open your eyes.”

And there she was, on my lap, beneath my hand, as beautiful, as sexy, as perfect as ever. My soul drank in the sight of her wearing Smile 349.

“One final kiss, Beth?”

“It’s one more for my baby, and one more for the road,” she said as she leaned in. I closed my eyes, unable to watch her fade, unwilling to lose her again.

Her lips met mine, soft and warm, sweet and yielding. Her tongue and mine met, beginning a duel I’d missed so much. Wet and tricky, she won it again, tunceli escort thrusting deeply into my mouth, most pleasant invasion. Her other hand pinched at my nipple playfully as once more her fingernail came up just under the head of my cock and I came as I hadn’t since she’d gotten sick, my balls spasming again and again.

The final bars of the song were playing out as she put her face against mine, her mouth to my ear and said “Happy Birthday, Darling. When she asks you, lie.” I felt Smile 350 on her face as my wife said good-bye forever.

I sat there with my eyes closed trying to regain my composure, smiling through my tears, thankful for this most wonderful of gifts. The remains of my climax made a large wet spot on my pants leg as my cock shrank.

“Excuse me, sir, are you alright?”

My eyes shot open. The enchantress who had cast the spell stood before me, concern on her heart-shaped face.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, it’s just that with no lights in my face, I can see the crowd pretty clearly and I’ve never seen anyone cry through an entire set. I hope you’re alright.”

“I’m sorry Ms. Galvan, uh, thank you; it was your voice and the songs. I’m alright or at least I will be.”

“May I sit down?”

“Uh, certainly,” I said as I stood up, reaching out with my hand, “I’m Chris March.”

“Carly Galvan. Did my singing do that to you as well?” she asked, glancing at the stain on my pants leg as she took my hand.

I was horrified. “When she asks you, lie” echoed in my mind.

“Uh, I’m afraid so and I’m probably the most embarrassed man on the planet right now,” I said as I sat down and crossed my legs to hide the wet spot, “so if you’ll just excuse me as I die of mortification, that would be most kind of you.”

“No, don’t be embarrassed. That’s a compliment I’ve never received before, all the more special since your hands never went to your lap.”

“Thank you, I think,” I responded. “You truly are exceptional. And you put together a most eclectic and beautiful set.”

“It’s a new one. For some reason, tonight just seemed the night to give it a shot. This is going to sound rather strange and a bit forward, Mr. March, but could I buy you a cup of coffee some time, soon preferably?”

I gazed into her soft hazel eyes. “I’d like that, but only if it’s after-dinner coffee and you let me buy the dinner.”

Those eyes lit up. “It’s a date, Mr. March.”

“Then I’m Chris.”

“Then I’m Carly.”

Fifteen minutes later I was walking to my car, our plans having been made and numbers exchanged, only to see Dan and Sandy pull up.

“God Chris, I’m so sorry. We blew out a tire on the freeway, no spare and the cell was dead. It’s been a nightmare.”

“It’s okay guys, I had a lovely evening.” Thankfully in the poor lighting they couldn’t see the stain.

“Well, looks like you’re heading home. Here, they’re from Beth” Sandy said as she handed me a dozen red roses and a book.

“When You’re Ready To Move On: Dating After Bereavement”. Cute, Beth.

I hugged them both and headed for my car, feeling alive again.

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