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It was a beautiful morning when Katie suggested that they go for a horse ride to celebrate Mary’s birthday. They had been best friends for years and Katie knew how much her friend loved to go riding. Mary was so excited at the thought of riding that she practically leapt from the bed. She quickly got dressed and rushed off to saddle up her favorite horse. Katie, with her long dark hair flowing down her shoulders, raced her across the fields and then asked if Mary wanted to go down the trail through the woods. The birthday girl knew it was a special day, because her friend never wanted to go down the trail normally.

Mary watched her friend ride along beside her and started to notice how truly lovely she was. The long, dark locks flowed in the breeze and her large, firm breasts bounced along within her loose shirt. A few impure thoughts strayed through the mind of Mary and she started to feel moisture building between her legs. The rhythmic bouncing of the horses did little to quell her growing lust, even making her more aroused than before. She wondered if Katie ever had thoughts of her as well, even though they had been friends for so long. She tried to hide her arousal from her best friend. It would be hard to notice her hard nipples pressing against the fabric of her shirt or notice the growing wetness from her pussy, yet it was her face that was most obvious, flushed and slightly red from her mixed excitement and embarrassment.

They arrived at a small clearing near the creek, where there was already a quilt spread out. Mary knew that someone had been here recently, since it was still dry and clean. Katie stopped and tied her horse to a nearby tree and then tied off Mary’s. The two girls went over to the creek and started talking.

“I wanted to get you something special for your birthday, Amby.”

“Oh?” Mary tried not to sound to too excited, yet still doubted it would be what she truly wanted.

“It took me awhile to decide on it, but I think you will like it.”

“Of course, I wi…” The young woman’s sentence was cut short by a sudden kiss. Katie could not wait any longer as she grabbed her friend into a powerful kiss. Mary was not sure it was even real for a second and then melted into it. She parted her lips and invited her friend’s tongue into her mouth. The kiss was powerful and erotic, everything Mary had dreamed it would be. When it finally ended, Mary could only stare at the beautiful woman in front of her.

“I know you have wanted this for some time, but I was never sure if it was what I wanted. Then I thought of how you make me feel and realized that I love you.”

“I love you too, Katie.” Then she was pulled into another powerful kiss from the dark-haired beauty.

Katie led her over to the quilt as she started to pull Mary’s shirt over her head, revealing her firm breasts and hard nipples to the open air. A small grin appeared on her friend’s lips as she leaned down to take one of the erect nipples into her mouth. Mary moaned loudly and almost fell as her legs got weak from the sudden rush of excitement. Katie laid her down on the quilt as she continued to suck on her tits.

Katie ran her strong, loving hands over Mary’s body, exploring her for the first time. It was new for both of them, yet Katie was going to make sure it was perfect. The soft lips moved between Mary’s nipples, giving each one equal time in her Pendik Escort mouth. The feeling was like heaven to the young woman being explored by her partner, she could have laid like that forever. Soft moans escaped her lips as her friend’s hands began removing her pants, exposing her virgin pussy to the world. Devilish thoughts ran over Katie’s mind as she saw that Mary had not put on any panties. Mary was now completely naked for anyone to see, yet Katie was the only person she was thinking of.

Katie ran her finger over the wet pussy in front of her, pressing hard against the virgin flesh. She grinned like a Cheshire cat as she played with the tender lips. Mary could only close her eyes , moaning and writhing against her touch. She wanted it so badly that she could no longer think of anything else. Then she felt the soft kiss upon her aching pussy lips. Katie flicked her tongue across the hard clit and drew it softly over Mary’s pussy. It was a sweet taste that reminded the dark-haired vixen of honey, her first taste of another woman.

Katie slipped her tongue slowly into her quivering mound, gently exploring Mary’s chaste flesh. The young woman moaned louder, thankfully they were deep in the woods where no one could hear them. She lifted her smooth hips up to Katie’s mouth, offering her cunt willingly. It was greater than her wildest dreams could have imagined. The restless nights she had lain awake thinking of her friend like this were finally real and she cold not be happier. It was the deep, sexual release she had needed for so long, her body aching to be touched by the tanned beauty.

Katie continued to explore and pleasure Mary’s eager body with her hands and mouth. She wanted to feel and taste every inch of her dearest friend before anything could ruin this moment for them. It was the sweet desire to give in to feelings that she had long denied, opening herself up to something new and even taboo to their families. A wild hunger in her eyes as she took control of the innocent redhead. She let her fingers tease the hard nipples as her tongue imitated the motions on Mary’s clit. It was feral, passionate, and intense.

It was this craving that opened a whole new side to Katie, one that she had never known was there before. She knew that Mary was not simply in love with her or experimenting with a forbidden desire, but she knew that Mary was hers. The young birthday girl was giving herself over to her lover, now and forever. Mary could not see the change happening, but she also knew that she belonged to Katie.

When it seemed that nothing could stop the affair, a soft rustling came from behind the trees. Mary was too absolved in the passion to even hear it, but it was close to them. A set of mysterious eyes watched the pair in their illicit deeds, yet made no move to interrupt them just yet, simply watching. The eyes watched as Katie bit her lover’s clit hard, causing her to scream out and cum all over her face. The wave of passion swept Mary into a pure euphoria, making certain she was not aware of anything else. The dark-haired mistress licked her friend’s juices off her lips and turned towards the eyes, smiling and licking her lips seductively.

“Are you enjoying the show?” She asked in a playful tone.

“Yes, very much so. I could watch this all day.” A deep voice replied, startling Mary from her orgasmic bliss.

Mary Pendik Escort Bayan looked up to see Joe leaning against a tree and staring at them. The sudden realization hit her that she was naked with Katie and her exposed pussy was still leaking her juices for him to see. He had been watching her as Katie licked and sucked on her body, watched as she came hard all over her, and was still watching her as she looked at him bashfully. Suddenly she started to cum again as these thoughts flooded her mind and her body. She moaned and panted as her body continued to leak cum onto the blanket, while both Katie and Joe gazed at her.

Mary’s body ached from the pleasure and she could make no moves to cover herself up. She could only lay there as he moved closer to her. He knelt down beside her and whispered softly to her. “Did you just cum from me watching you, angel?”

Mary managed a soft “Yes” as she turned to look at him. She stared deep into his brown eyes and did not feel embarrassed, but comforted by him. He stroked her cheek tenderly as he smiled back at her. A stray thought wondered if he was going to expose them to their parents or what he would say about the exhibition. However her eyes caught a slight movement between his legs, before she could say anything. She could see Katie’s hand moving against his jeans, outlining his hard cock pressed against the material. A deep confusion overwhelmed her happiness and she looked over at her lover for some sort of guidance. Katie was wearing a wicked grin and had the same hungry look in her eyes.

“Mary, my pet, are you ready for the rest of your present?” The redhead stared blankly as her friend moved closer. “I know you have had feelings for Joe for some time, but was always too shy to say anything. I also know that you were confused by your attraction to me, although so was I at first. However we decided to give what your heart and body truly wanted for your birthday.”

Mary was not sure if she understood them right and tried to speak, but found her lips quickly covered by Joe’s. The kiss was deep and tender, filling her body with a familiar longing as she gave in to it. She sighed and instinctively pouted as he broke their kiss, although he kept his lips close to her. A soft voice gave her all the reassurance she needed with only a few words.

“Happy Birthday, Mary.”

Katie suddenly moved between them and began undressing Joe eagerly, ready to see her first male body up close as well. Mary watched her friend’s hands make easy work of his clothes, pulling his shirt off to reveal his chest and pushing him back to undo his jeans. The young woman’s eyes widened as his jeans were yanked off his hips and the stiff cock sprung up from them. She had never seen one up close, only in the magazines under the bed of Katie’s brother. It was something of a fascination and always wondered what it feel like to touch one, taste it, and especially to feel it inside her. Now her first hard cock was only inches from her face and being stroked rigorously by Katie.

They were all naked now and laying upon the blanket, Joe on his back being stroked by Katie while Mary watched next to them. The raven haired woman that had started all of this looked over at Mary and beckoned her over. The curious, excited girl quickly knelt beside her lover and stared at the member with eager Escort Pendik anticipation. She reached out to touch and felt her pussy drip as it entered her hand. She stroked it softly and then hastily leaned over to lick the head. There was a salty drop of pre-cum on the tip, which she licked off and grinned. She wanted to taste more, so she leaned over to take the whole cock in her mouth.

Joe sighed as his dick was enveloped by Mary’s warm mouth, sliding his fingers into her hair. Katie edged a hand down between her companion’s legs, playing her pussy as if she had been doing it for years. Mary moaned with his penis still her mouth, which caused Joe to moan as well. She bobbed her head on his swollen organ, running her tongue along the shaft with each stroke. Katie could easily tell how excited she was from her shuddering pussy, soaking her fingers with Mary’s love juice.

“She is ready, Joe.”

They leaned Mary onto her back and she knew what was next, breathlessly awaiting the moment. Katie helped spread her legs as Joe moved between them and then guided the head off his tool to her friend’s dripping cunt. He held her legs apart and rubbed the head against her lips, teasing her further and driving her mad with lust. She begged him to shove it deep inside her and fuck her savagely. It was all she could think and everything she wanted at the moment. Katie leaned down, sucking and biting Mary’s stiff nipples as he slowly lead his cock inside her mound. He could feel her cherry against the head of his cock and tried to brace her for the sudden sting. Joe drew back and swiftly slammed his cock deep into her, shattering her innocence and inciting her passion.

Mary screamed loudly, however not in pain as one might expect, but in pure unbridled delight. The feverish excitement was all that she could feel as he started to pound his erection in and out of her tight snatch. The man of her daydreams and her best friend were both pleasing her body as she felt the rush that she had yearned for. It was Mary’s deepest fantasy and everything she had hoped. Thunderous moans erupted from her body and she shuddered violently. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her body, while the rigid cock abused her tender flesh. Joe could feel her tight walls gripping his penis as her juices flowed out of her. The feeling was more powerful than he could ever describe and one he hoped would never end. He finally came, filling her tender pussy with his sticky cum.

Joe slowly slinked off her as her pussy persisted to heave and gush their combined juices. The red, exhausted tool started to soften as he rest next to Mary. He audibly gasped as he watched Katie move between Mary’s legs and lick up the combined juices. She enthusiastically lapped up and swallowed their cum, only making Mary cum harder and harder. Mary flooded Katie’s mouth with her sweet nectar, completely unable to stop the rigorous undertaking.

Joe became insatiable from watching the illicit display of wanton lust and desired more himself. He positioned himself behind Katie and lowered his mouth to her soaked cunt. The vigorous man kissed her lips and slid his tongue into the virgin cavity. The experienced mouth worked her aching flesh as she eagerly savored the taste of Mary’s sex. The air was filled with desire and obsession as everyone became inflamed with reckless abandon. The ceaseless tongues quickly toppled both girls over the edge as they climaxed violently. The blanket was soaked with their fluids and the smell of sex clung to their naked skin. They crawled against each other and the three of them simply laid there. Mary beamed happily and thought to herself that this was the best birthday present ever.

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“Oh shit, I shouldn’t drink so much,” Sarah giggled as she stumbled through the front door of her apartment, dropping her keys on the table and kicking her shoes under it. The short drive from the bar had made her thankful that she lived so close to the downtown, but had done little to sober her up. Thank God all the cops were too busy busting transients and tweakers to pay any attention to her black Honda weaving slightly down rainy side streets. She took off her jacket and threw it on the couch, and soon her blouse and slacks followed, creating a wrinkled pile that would necessitate later ironing.

Definitely not something to worry about tonight, Sarah thought as she made a wobbly beeline to her recently purchased memory foam mattress. Sarah had been spending a lot of time in bed lately so she hardly regretted the exorbitant $2,000 price tag. Her boyfriend Isaac had left her for the big city and the promise of an exciting new life a few months ago and she hadn’t quite adjusted to his absence yet, to say the least. She wasted a couple nights a week out drinking with her girlfriends, bad-mouthing her ex, but ignoring the numerous comes-on of the local guys, who never missed opportunities to Bostancı Escort fall all over themselves commenting on her flowing red hair and pale white skin. A few brave souls even praised her ample breasts, which Sarah freed from the constraints of the bra that she tossed on the floor next to the panties she had just peeled off. Sarah cued her CD alarm clock to her favorite Pixies track (the original version of “Gigantic”) for the next morning and sourly thought of how awful work was going to be in her undoubtedly hung over state. After a gulp of day-old water from the bedside stand, she curled up in the fetal position for a short night of sleep.

A half hour later and Sarah still had not descended into restfulness. She had tossed and turned, trying every conceivable position and trick to fall asleep with absolutely no luck. She was getting desperate and realized that cumming was maybe going to the be the only thing that would knock her out. Sarah fumbled in the bedside stand for her faithful slim-line vibrator and turned it onto the lowest setting. As the vibrator hummed quietly on her clit, Sarah’s mind wandered lazily, finally settling on the last sex she Bostancı Escort Bayan and Isaac had. They had been fighting over all his recent unexplained late nights out without her. Then they were drinking beers like one would frantically guzzle water on a hot summer day. The next thing she knew they were in bed having some of the best sex of their two year relationship. Isaac was much more aggressive than he usually was and quickly turned Sarah around. She didn’t usually like doggy style, but something about their level of intoxication, the urgent way Isaac kneaded her full breasts, and the overwhelming sensations she felt as his lengthy, thick cock pounded her soaking wet insides sent her over the edge repeatedly.

Of the many thing Sarah missed about Isaac, near the top of the list was how full he made her feel during sex. As she masturbated, Sarah slipped a couple fingers into her pussy. Then a couple more. While it felt great, it just wasn’t enough. Sarah’s mind raced as she tried to come up with a suitable substitute for all the sex toys she’d regrettably thrown out after Isaac’s departure. Then she remembered the organic cucumber she’d bought for Escort Bostancı a salad that, like her bed recently, never got made. Sarah quickly padded out to the kitchen and shivered as she rifled through the fridge until she produced the desired vegetable. And what a monster it was, she thought in awe as she soaped it up under hot water. The green behemoth was at least eight inches long and bigger around than her wrist.

Back in bed, Sarah adjusted the vibrator to a slightly higher setting, tracing patterns around her pussy lips with one end of the cucumber. She was so wet and worked up that it didn’t take her long to gradually begin feeding the oversized cucumber into her hungry pussy. “Ohmigod,” she moaned as she slowly eased the vegetable into her wetness. By the time she worked the green giant halfway in she was beginning to question her sanity in choosing such a large penis replacement. But she now had the fullness she so badly craved, and then some. Sarah was quickly become accustomed to the enormity of the cucumber as an orgasm rapidly approached. “Unnnh,” Sarah yelled as she came hard, full breasts shaking and soaked pussy clenching around her king-size veggie lover.

As the last spasms of her orgasm subsided, Sarah realized she was no longer so uptight about getting to sleep. And suddenly calling in to work the next day seemed like a feasible option, if only to spend more time enjoying getting better acquainted with / stretched to the absolute limit by her newly discovered green friend.

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February 13th. It was raining old women and sticks outside, and I was sitting alone at the bar in one of those “brass and glass” places. Almost closing time. At least this chain had a decent rib eye. Just finished my steak and vegetables and was nursing a ginger ale. Saw her walk in, sit down a few seats away, and order a Shiraz.

She looked at me. Smiled and nodded. I returned the gesture.

She said, “Scotch?” and pointed toward my drink with her chin.

“Ginger ale.”

“Not a drinker?”

“Not so much.” Didn’t want to get into the fact that I had a problem with that sort of thing.

“My Dad was like that. Drank heavily for years. Then just quit.”

“Good for him,” I said, and smiled. She had just assumed (correctly) that I had some troubles with alcohol in my past. How did she know?

“How did you know?” I delivered this question fully expecting her to ask “how did she know what?” It was a test. Could she hang?

“Just a guess. You just confirmed it,” she said.

“Nick.” I smiled.

“Julie.” So did she.

Yes. She could hang. She looked somewhat like Téa Leoni, but with dark hair (a bit damp from the rain). 5′ 6″ with a sharp jaw line, high cheek bones, and smile lines. I guessed her weight at a buck-10. Buck-15, maybe. A few strands of black hair dangled errantly over her face. She swept them away periodically. Large hoop earrings. Crows feet were just beginning to form at the corners of her light blue eyes. No makeup, save for a bit of mascara. Maybe a bit of base and blush, but not too much. I guessed her age in the mid-40’s — same as me. Perfectly manicured eyebrows and a beautiful smile with straight white teeth. It was obvious she exercised regularly and took care of herself. She had great legs, good posture, and good skin. Her voice was a bit deeper and huskier than what I had expected. A smoker? Just in case, I double-checked her hands and Adam’s apple. She was all woman. And no, she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.

She was wearing black cowboy boots and a light blue cotton dress. She had been wearing a black leather jacket and removed it now. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits were obviously fake.

She caught me looking and smiled. “You like?”

“I do,” I said as I raised my eyebrows. I felt my heart rate increase a bit, as well as the blood rushing to my cock. Pretty sure I was blushing.

She tilted her head back and laughed a deep sexy laugh. “I can tell. You’re blushing.” She giggled deeply in the back of her throat. She looked me directly in the eyes, smiled, and tilted her head just a bit. She glanced around (the bartender was presently absent). She pinched her nipples, made a little moan, and said, “They’re worth every penny. I still have sensitivity in my nipples.”

Her nipples were visible through the dress. Her face was flushed. She looked around again, then again pinched her nipples. Pulled on them a little bit. Twisted gently. Then pulled a little more. She did this a few times. Easily her nipples were poking out a half-inch from behind her dress. She closed her eyes and started breathing through her mouth. I could see her respiration quickening and a few beads of sweat on her forehead. She pulled and twisted a few more times, a little faster than before, almost tweaking them. Moving her fingers back and forth over them, as well. “I’ll be right back,” She said. “Watch my drink.”

She threw her purse over her shoulder, grabbed her coat and headed toward the bathroom. I noticed that she had strategically draped her coat over her arm and placed it against her chest. As she walked away, I could not see an underwear line under her dress on her perfect ass. Thong or otherwise.

So I sat there. Kind-of a stupid-ass grin on my face. Heart beating a little too fast. Cock hard in my jeans. I reached in my jeans and adjusted my cock so it was pointing up toward my belly. At least now it wasn’t so obvious that I had a hard-on. My cock throbbed against my lower belly, and I liked the direction this evening was headed. The friction of my jeans felt warm and comforting, and I was glad I wasn’t wearing underwear. I felt healthy and masculine and ready for whatever she had in mind.

The bartender came and went as he was closing-up for the night. Tomorrow night he’d be shellacked with Valentine’s Day dates. Tonight was a tomb. This was an isolated area of the restaurant and Julie and I were the only customers. There was a mindless sitcom muted on the TV above the bar. I was sifting through pointless emails on my phone when I heard her walk up behind me. She leaned against me and I could feel her hard nipples against my back. She reached around with her hand and traced the outline of my cock on the outside of my jeans. She squeezed gently.

“I just went to the bathroom and jacked-off,” she whispered into my ear. “I was thinking about you.”

I was speechless. This couldn’t be any more of a fantasy.

“Do you want to taste me?” she asked.

I nodded.

She moved her right hand up and gently put her middle Ataşehir Escort finger in my mouth. I sucked and tasted her finger. My tongue swirled around her finger and she tasted sweet and musky. While still behind me, she put her lips on the side of my neck, and I could feel and hear her short breaths.

“I was thinking about going back to your place,” she said.

“I think that’s a capital idea,” I said. I threw 50 bucks on the bar for my meal and her drink and we headed out.

———-

It had stopped raining as we walked across the dark parking lot to my truck. Everything smelled fresh and clean. “You want to follow me?” I asked.

“No. I’ll just ride with you. I’ll get my car later.” She pointed to a red Acura.

“What do you do?” I questioned as we were walking. I reached down and took her hand in mine. She returned the gesture and grasped it tightly.

“Does it matter? I have a decent job. Some days are better than others. It pays the bills, but it’s not my identity.”

“Good point,” I said. “It’s good to be reminded that we are not our jobs.”

“Exactly. You get it.”

We got to my truck and I opened the door for her. She slid in, then unlocked the door for me. Another test passed. Had she just sat there like an idiot, she would have failed the test.

I got in and cranked the truck. It roared to life, and strains of Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, and McCoy Tyner cooed from the speakers.

“Bebop jazz?” she asked.

“Yup.”

“Please turn it up.” She smiled.

Could this be any more perfect? “No problem.”

“Is it OK if I smoke?” she asked.

“It’s completely OK, and thank you for asking.”

She lit up. Then I lit up. I put it in drive and we headed toward my place.

“I feel like I need to say this,” I said after a long pause. “I live alone in a shithole duplex. I’m very boring, and somewhat of an introvert. I don’t drink, and I don’t have a TV — by choice. My life revolves around providing for my daughter who lives with her Mother 800 miles away.”

“I really don’t care about any of that,” she said, matter-of-fact. “This is what I know: You are wired like me. You like sex. You jack-off a lot. You enjoy sensual pleasures. Like me, you are a visual person and we’re both attracted to each other. Neither of us is married. You don’t drink, and therefore don’t require pills to stay hard. Once you’ve had me, you probably won’t want me again. I’m OK with all that. I’m just looking for one night of pleasure, then I’m gone.”

“Are you for real?” I asked.

She tilted her head back and gave that deep throaty laugh again. “Yes. I’m just a girl. Attracted to a guy with a hard-on in good-fitting jeans and a turtle-neck sweater. You’re over 6 feet and your shoulders are wide. I like the stubble on your face, and the fact that you’ve got strong hands and smell great. You’re intelligent, and not afraid of the fact that I told you that I beat-off in the bathroom.”

“Well, you’re dead-on about all that,” I said. I was wondering how she knew all that about me. She was completely correct about all of it. Heck, maybe she was smarter and more observant than me. Which isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe she was testing me.

She tossed her cigarette out the window as Erykah Badu cycled into my Ipod. “Oooh. I LOVE her. (pause) Is it OK if I smoke a bowl?”

“You go right ahead. That’s not my thing. Too close to my substance abuse comfort zone border. I’m not gonna damn you for it, though,” I said.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “More for me.” She packed her bowl and went through her rituals of getting high. She started swaying gently left and right to the music as the smell of chronic permeated the truck.

“I just love Erykah Badu. She’s such a mean bitch.”

“Yes. I agree. A woman demanding equal treatment. Gotta respect her,” I said.

“Are you for real?” she cloyed.

I laughed out loud.

———-

As we drove, her rhythmic left and right swaying to the music became almost hypnotic. We liked the same type of music. The “vibe,” the “groove,” the “pocket” of the song was more important than anything else.

I noticed that she periodically reached between her legs and under her dress.

I asked, “Whatcha doin’ down there?”

She said, “Just beating-off a little bit. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No. Not even a little bit.” I was pleasantly surprised to see again her lack of embarrassment regarding her body.

She leaned her seat back. She pulled up her dress and exposed a perfectly shaved pussy. “You like my pretty pussy?” she asked.

“Yes. Very much so.” The dash lights provided just enough illumination.

She put some spit on her fingers, then spread her legs and began massaging her clit. She said, “You like watching me jack-off? It makes me feel sexy to have someone watch me masturbate.”

“You’ve got the right audience,” I said. It sounded kinda cheesy in my head as I said it, but it was completely true.

I watched as she played with her clit. Ataşehir Escort Bayan She would go slow, then faster, then slide her middle finger in and out. Then she’d go back to rubbing her clit slowly again and repeat the process. She was enjoying her body, and I was enjoying watching.

“Is your cock hard?” she asked.

“Very.”

“Can I see it?”

I held the wheel with my left knee as I unbuttoned my jeans. They were Levi’s 501’s, so I just pulled them apart. Gotta love 501’s. My cock popped out and I gently stroked it. I was very hard and it was nice to release it from the restraints of my jeans.

She reached over with her left hand and gently squeezed my cock. She continued to masturbate with her right.

“That’s a perfect penis,” She said. “Not too big. Not to small. Just right.”

“Thank you. I think so, too.”

After a bit of her stroking both her and me, she asked, “Can I suck your cock?”

“Not right now. Let’s save that for later,” I said.

“OK.” She continued to play with her clit as we cycled into the music of Bill Evans. I put my hard cock back in my jeans.

She continued masturbating, more emphatically now. A minute later, she grit her teeth and said, “I gonna cum.”

“Cum, Baby,” I said.

She was vigorously rubbing her clit up and down. She grit her teeth, closed her eyes and growled from a low pitch to a higher pitch. She squirted a little bit on my seat as she came, her hips bucking just a bit.

She exhaled and fell in a slump. “Sorry about the squirt, Baby,” she said.

“No need to apologize. You just added to my spank bank. The cleanup is worth it.”

She smiled. I reached behind me for a blanket that I keep in the extended cab of my truck and covered her. She quickly fell asleep with a little smile on her face as I drove. She didn’t stir until we reached my house.

———-

She woke as we pulled into the driveway of my rental. She yawned and said, “I gotta pee.”

Absolutely zero shame to this girl.

We both got out and I led the way to my door. I unlocked and opened it for her and caught a whiff of her fresh smell as she walked by. That smell may have been a hair or body spray product. Maybe deodorant. To this day, I still don’t know what that “freshness” was. But it liked it. It was feminine and it was comforting.

She walked in like she owned the place. Glanced around, found the bathroom, walked in, and closed the door.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I walked over to my laptop and hit the space bar. Pandora fired up through the external speakers with Keith Jarret banging out changes for Miles.

I looked around to ensure there wasn’t anything “out of sorts” — dirty underwear and socks lying about, dirty dishes, basically anything I’d be embarrassed about. There wasn’t. In addition, I checked to make sure I didn’t have any bills or financial records that could be easily accessible. As perfect as this woman appeared, I didn’t want to take any chances. Therefore, I took a quick second to password protect the screen saver on my laptop. One can never be too vigilant. I don’t have anything to hide, but providing a complete stranger full-access to all my personal information is just plain stupid.

She came out of the bathroom. “Your turn,” she said. “Go take a shower and clean all your parts.”

“I just showered a few hours ago.”

“This is not negotiable. It’ll take 10 minutes.”

Have to pick your battles. “Um… OK. I have juice, almond milk, and bottled water in the fridge. There are tea bags above the sink. Make yourself at home.”

She smiled. “Go. And don’t beat off.” She pointed to the bathroom.

So she was a clean freak. And really, what’s so bad about that?

“Yes ma’am.” I saluted, made the requisite USMC about-face, and headed to my bathroom grinning like an idiot.

While I was in the bathroom “cleaning my parts,” she knocked and entered with a big empty cooking pot. She was completely naked.

“Hi guy,” She said, as she held the pot under the warm water. I could see her scanning me, top to bottom, paying particular attention to my penis. “That’s a perfect penis,” she said again.

“You already said that,” I said.

“Sometimes things need to be said more than once. Merely to know they’re appreciated.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Whatcha doin’ with that big pot?”

“Filling it with warm water, Silly.”

I grabbed the pot from her. I could tell it was getting somewhat heavy.

She grabbed my razor from the shower rack and said “Be right back.”

She left and was back in 5 seconds. She grabbed the pot of warm water from me. “Finish up, then meet me in the bedroom.”

I did. Quickly.

———-

After cleaning my “parts,” I wrapped a towel around my mid-section and walked to my bedroom.

She had taken all the sheets off my bed. She was laying on her back, head and upper body on a pile of pillows. Legs open and slowly massaging her clit as I walked in. She got up and Escort Ataşehir said, “Lay down right here.”

I did. I could still feel the warmth of her body on the plastic mattress cover.

“Do you have any girl toys?”

I pointed to the dresser. “Top drawer.”

Her ass was almost heart-shaped as she bent over to reach in the dresser. Between her legs, I could see her perfectly shaved vagina.

“Yay!” she said as she triumphantly held up a blue vibrator. She turned it on, then back off. “That will do just perfect. Lotion and towels?”

“In the bathroom.”

She headed that direction, and I could hear her finding the things she needed, as well as washing the vibrator. Clean freak. In addition I heard her put something in the microwave for about 15 seconds. The lotion, I assumed.

She came back into the bedroom, sat on the bed and said, “I’m going to shave you.”

“Well, then,” I said. Not real sure what else to say.

“Lift your ass a little,” she said.

I did and she pulled off the towel. I was immensely hard, and it was hard for me to keep my hands off my cock. It was throbbing, moving itself up and down. I had zero control over this. With the back of her fingers, she gently rubbed my cock, my balls, and my inner thighs. It felt wonderful. Sensuous.

“I can see your boys are tight up against you. Don’t come yet, Baby. I need you to stay hard. What strategies do you use for edging?”

“I’ve tried them all — perineum pressure, testes tug, squeezing just below the head. The only thing that seems to work is just merely stop stimulating. But I know my body pretty well, and I know when to stop. I’ll let you know.”

“That sounds good,” she said. “I like the manscaping, too.”

“Thanks.” I always kept myself trimmed-up. When I cut the hair on my head every week, I also trim-up down below. I don’t get crazy with it, just put on the 1/8″ guard and zip through it. As much as I beat off (usually at least once a day), it seems more hygienic. Maybe I’m a bit of a clean freak, too.

She stopped touching me and put her hands under my thighs. She lifted gently indicating she wanted me to raise my thighs. I did. She got in a sitting position with her legs under mine. Her feet near my hips, similar to the spider position. I grabbed her feet, (bright red toenails, freshly pedicured) and gently started kneading her instep.

“I’ll give you an hour to quit doing that,” Julie said.

I smiled.

She grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. She laid it flat on the bed and leaned to the side a bit. She slid the vibrator toward her pussy, then slowly leaned back down on it.

She made a sensual pleasure noise (MMMmmmm) and said, “Wish every task could be as enjoyable as this.”

The vibrator wasn’t inside her. She was just merely sitting on it while it was flat on the bed. Periodically, she would lean back or forward, left or right. She was putting it where it felt good on her clit. It was incredibly enjoyable to watch.

“Now we get to work,” she said. “I may have to stop and cum every now and then, but I won’t be shaving you when that happens.”

“I appreciate that,” I chuckled. “I’m kinda freaked out about having a stranger operating a razor near my genitals.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’ve done this before.”

That made me feel a little bit better, anyway.

She put some lotion in her hands, then rubbed it on my cock and balls. The lotion was warm, and her touch was very light. I hate aggressive touches in bed. It takes away from the sensuality of things.

“Here we go!” she said. “Grab some lotion, and beat off, but just on the head of your penis. Do it gently, so you don’t move too much. Do it slowly so you don’t cum.”

I did. And sparingly so. I knew I was close to the edge, regardless of the woman with the razor near my cock.

She dipped the razor in the warm water, then gently started shaving down the shaft of my cock. “Gotta get those little hairs on the shaft,” she said.

She appeared to be concentrating, and would stop to clean the razor in the warm water after every stroke. Every now and again, she’d make a pleasure noise, and I noticed we both were sweating. She had turned the heat up while I was in the shower. When she leaned forward, her nipples would brush against my legs. She moved her torso back and forth to stimulate her nipples, then cock her hips back and forth to adjust her clit over the vibrator while making little moans. She made the best pleasure noises.

She had made only 5 or 6 passes with the razor when she stopped and closed her eyes. “I’m gonna cum again.”

She did, making the same low to high growl. Her jaw was clenched as her hips shook and her head bobbed uncontrollably. She had dropped the razor and was holding on to my knees tightly.

I had to stop touching myself or I would cum. It’s the ultimate pleasure for me to see a woman orgasm. Maybe I’m a bit of a voyeur, but, for me, seeing a woman make it home is the pinnacle of sexual experiences.

Most all women smile after they cum. She did, too. She picked up the razor, dipped it in the water, and continued shaving me while smiling.

She stopped to move the vibrator. Probably an over-stimulation thing. She said, “Lift your ass a little.”

I did.

She turned the vibrator around and started to move it toward my ass.

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Author’s note: Everyone in this story is over 18 years old.

“I’ve never had an affair with him; actually, I’ve never really met him,” Jodie explained to her girlfriends in the room. “I’ve only seen him at the counter where I take my dry cleaning”.

Jodie is a beautiful blonde woman, 44 years old, who is married to a successful marketing executive. They live together in a big, comfortable house in a well-to-do neighborhood in the Hamptons. Jodie has several friends she meets with every week, and they enjoy sharing their sexual fantasies and experiences with each other. They’ve been getting together for so long now that they’re very comfortable detailing their wildest dreams.

“He’s a boy,” Jodie continued. “Sometimes I think about him. I think that he’s delivering my husband’s white business shirts, and that I’m home alone. I’ve scheduled the delivery and I’ve prepared for him. I’m wearing black stockings and a garter belt, a see through blouse, black, and a short skirt. I don’t have any panties Kadıköy Escort on.”

“When the doorbell rings, I get all wet. My nipples are hard, and I know he can see them through my blouse as I answer the door. He looks at me surprised, and is a little awkward to see me dressed this way. “Your dry clean delivery, maam” he stammers. I find an excuse to get him inside, like I can’t find my purse or something, and I know he’s staring at my tits. This really turns me on, to see him looking at my nipples, and they get harder. I am staring at the bulge he’s getting in his pants.”

“I ask him to come in and sit down while I find my wallet. A little reluctantly, but agreeably, he acquiesces. I pick up the purse, and then sit down directly opposite of him. He’s on the love seat, and I’m on the couch. When I sit, I let my thighs show so he can see the nylons. I play with the purse, pretending to look for money to pay for the dry cleaning. While I’m doing this, he is looking at my black Kadıköy Escort Bayan nylon stockings and thighs. He can see the beginning of my garter. I set the wallet down, and I uncross my legs, so that he can see all the way up my skirt. I’m shaking because I know what’s going to happen next …”

“As I begin speaking to him, I start fingering my pussy. “I bet you’re a nasty little boy, and play with yourself all the time.” He nods his head yes shyly as he begins to run his hand over his cock that is getting bigger and bigger under his jeans. I let him stare at me all he wants as I continue to rub my pussy.”

“I want you to unzip your fly and play with yourself” Jodie says. He slowly unzips his pants and pulls out a beautiful 7 inch cock that has been bursting to get out of his jeans. He has a look of astonishment on his face; he can’t believe this is happening.

“Just the idea that he’s getting so excited looking at me wants me to show him more. You can keep watching Escort Kadıköy as long as you do what I tell you.” He nods his consent to follow the rules.

“Show it to me … show me your cock.” The excitement of all this is making me crazy. “Oh yes, stroke it!” Jodie purrs. “Not too fast. Nice and slow.” He watches me as I continue to finger my pussy, and I insert a finger in my hole.

“Oh yeah,” Jodie says. My breathing gets harder and harder while I watch him stroke his cock.

“Squeeze the head … a little harder … now faster!”

“He looks at me in amazement as I too pick up the pace and begin to rub my pussy faster. I watch him as he cums, the white liquid spurting in the air, then oozing slowly from the head of his cock. I want to suck it so bad. That sends me over the edge, and I begin to cum. My pussy throbs, and he can see my clit pulsating as my orgasm envelopes me.”

Everyone in the room has been watching Jodie intently during her narration. Her face is flushed, and she’s sweating just a little. “That’s as far as I ever get with that fantasy,” Jodie admits. “I always cum at that moment!”

The girls shift in their seats a little, having got a little hot and bothered over the story. One of them is sufficiently aroused and emboldened to begin the next story …

End

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As Christian quietly removed his trousers, he stared in awe as Julie wordlessly pushed her sister down onto the bed, got down on her knees and began licking the snatch before her with long, slow licks. Tiffany squealed at the first contact and immediately began sucking on two of her fingers to keep herself quiet. After a minute or so, Julie began to stick her tongue deep into her sister’s hole, fucking her with her mouth, but not before penetrating it with one of her index fingers. Taking the well-lubed digit, she placed it between her own legs and began to rub her slit up and down before finally slipping it into her own cunt. Julie finger-fucking herself and going down on Tiffany, both girl’s muffled moans quickly filled the room.

Outside, Christian was pulling on his dick in as if in a frenzy. The sight of these two beautiful vixens making love before him was driving him absolutely nuts and, aside from wanting to jump through their window and fuck them both sideways, the only thing he could think of was cumming as soon as possible. Recalling how good it had felt being fucked by his friend earlier that day and knowing that his ass still had some lube in it, Christian, on his knees, silently spit on his index finger and reached between his legs. Making contact with his asshole, he rubbed the saliva around his opening, his body instantly covering in goose bumps at the sensation. Bearing down, he then slowly inserted his finger, finding that his earlier suspicions about the sunscreen held true and he was not met with any resistance. Basking in the pleasure of his ministrations, Christian managed to get in up to his second knuckle, the tip of his finger just reaching the base of his prostate. Adjusting to the feeling of having something in his rectum, Christian moved the finger very slightly in and out of his ass, eliciting the now-familiar sensation of deep pressure and almost sick pleasure in his core. Still watching the twins, his eyes never having left them, Christian very slowly began to work his cock again, knowing that even the smallest increase in either intensity or momentum would bring on his orgasm.

Inside the house, Julie was still working away at her sister’s pussy, having moved from her tongue-fucking to sucking on Tiffany’s clit. Tiffany, meanwhile, has already had an orgasm and seemed to be well on her way to another one. Her beautiful, lightly-freckled face covered with just a hint of perspiration, Tiffany had her eyes closed and her mouth open in a series of quiet, rapid moans. She was also busy working on mauling both of her ample tits, squeezing her nipples with two fingers and pushing them together on occasion. Julie was also breathing quickly, making sounds of pleasure into her sister’s snatch as her fingers rubbed her own clit at an ever-increasing pace. Christian sensed that both girls were going to cum very quickly and he prepped himself to be prepared to let loose his load at a moment’s notice. As if on the cue of his thoughts, Tiffany let out a loud moan and leaned forward a bit to put both of her hands behind her sister’s head, her body tensing with an orgasm. Shaking with pleasure, Tiffany mashed her pussy into Julie’s face, who just kept her suction cup hold on her twin’s clit.

Normally would have wanting to cum with Tiffany, Christian had been all set to let his own orgasm overtake him, however he was intrigued that Julie hadn’t cum yet and decided to hold off. Still rubbing her own cunt vigorously, Julie patiently waited for her sister’s climax to end. Smiling up at her when it was finally over, her mouth glistening with juices, Julie stood up, pushed Tiffany back into a lying down position, and got onto the bed to straddle her face. Letting out a loud cry, Julie finally began to cum, rubbing and letting her vagina drip all over her sister’s face. During this, Tiffany was rubbing her sister’s ass as best she could and tried to lick her pussy whenever it came within reach of her tongue. After a minute or so, Julie finally came down off of the peak of her pleasure and stopped her pelvic onslaught. Crawling down her sister’s body, a huge smile on her face, Julie stopped when her face was just over her sister’s. Staring into each other’s eyes, lovingly, they broke into a tender yet passionate kiss, one another’s pussy juices on their lips.

Seeing this, Christian realized why he had intuitively waited to cum. With a silent groan, he let his seed fly, sending five or six thick ropes of cum onto the grass before him, his rectal muscles contracting tightly around the finger they contained. Nearly bowling over from the pleasure, Christian just knelt there for a moment, basking in the sensations coursing through his body and appreciating the incredibly sexy sights before him. A few minutes later, the girls stopped their kissing, gave one another a hug, and got up to pick up the small mess that they had made. Snapping out of his dazed voyeurism, Christian decided that he’d better get to bed as well, especially before anyone happened to notice him. Quietly he picked Anadolu Yakası Escort up his trousers and snuck back to the barn, not putting them back on until he was out of view of the house. Slipping inside his and Dustin’s quarters, Christian heard his friends’ soft snore and realized that the evening’s activities were most-definitely known to him alone.

Undressing, making sure to wipe any cum off of his penis head with his underwear, Christian got into bed and replayed the evening’s events over in his head. Tiffany and Julie are fuck buddies. They’re not lesbians because they want to have sex with men who will appreciate them. Why hadn’t he gone and told Dustin about the twins’ sex session as it was going on? He knew that he would have loved to see it, too, and he would definitely be pissed if he found out that he’d missed it. Christian knew that he himself had a thing for Tiffany, and he knew that he had it pretty bad. Julie was fantastic, too, but he felt something with Tiff that he’d never felt before. Not knowing what to think or to do, Christian just went to sleep, hoping that things might be clearer in the morning.

Dawn broke all too soon for young Christian and it was all he could do to kick himself out of bed in the morning. Bleary-eyed and groggy, both he and Dustin stumbled to the house for breakfast after sleepily pulling on their work clothes. Breakfast was the same as any other day, with no weirdness between Christian and Dustin or between the girls. Upon further reflection, Christian didn’t know why he thought the girls might be awkward around one another, given that it was obvious they’d had many sexual adventures before last night. Still pondering what the heck he was going to do given the various sexual and romantic scenarios around him, what he felt was an answer unexpectedly presented itself.

“Well, I hope that you’re not going to be too tired to drive today Dustin,” said Uncle Demetri knowingly, observing his employee’s obvious sleepiness. “Because you and I are going into town today to work on that tractor.”

“Huh?” asked Dustin in a daze. “What? Oh yeah, no, that sounds fine. I’m not too tired. Just need to get some food in my belly and some fresh air.”

“Good, good,” said Demetri. “And that means that we just have to find something for Christian to do… Well, I guess that you’ll have to be paired up with one of the girls, so you can either help Julie with the baking for Saturday’s market, or you can help Julie work on building the deck.”

“Well, as much as I love it in the kitchen,” Christian began, his heart soaring. “I think I’ll have to go with the porch building, seeing that Dustin would never let me live it down if I chose baking over manual labor.”

“Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised,” Christian’s uncle said, smiling. “Just make sure you can keep up with Tiffany. She’s a better carpenter than I am.”

“That’s so not true, dad!” Tiffany said, blushing and giggling. Then, looking at Christian: “You’re just trying to scare the poor guy.”

“Well, of course!” her father replied. “My time is money! I want you to work him hard!”

‘I’d like to work her hard,’ Christian and Dustin both thought at the same time.

Demetri and Dustin took off into town right after breakfast, leaving Christian to help the girls clean the kitchen. During that time they laughed and joked about things going on around the farm, Demetri’s mannerisms, and just about their shared experiences since the start of the summer. Christian was pleased to see that they could all get along so well but was also pained by how infatuated he was with his cousin; the prospect of never being more than just a distant relative of hers cut him to the quick. However, deciding to just enjoy the time they would have together Christian put such negative thoughts aside and just figured that if more was meant to be then it would happen on its own.

After getting things set up outside and Tiffany explaining to Christian the general plan for the day, the two got to work. Within minutes, Christian saw that his uncle’s earlier boasting wasn’t too far from the truth: Tiffany was mighty handy with a hammer. Thanking his lucky stars that he’d learned the basics of hand and power tool use from his biological dad once upon a time, he did his best to keep up and to impress the girl of whom he was so fond. Aside from their discrepancy in innate skill, Christian was also at a disadvantage in that he couldn’t keep his lustful eyes off of his step-cousin. She was wearing her typical denim cutoffs (that were cut VERY high), a pair of steel toed work shoes, and a thin, well-fitted button-up shirt that clung tightly to her big tits. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Tiffany also had her haired pulled up into two loose pigtails, allowing Christian to perfectly see her perfect face and those freckles on her cheeks and nose that drove him crazy.

Little did Christian know that he wasn’t the only one who was distracted as the pair Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan worked through the morning. Tiffany was constantly stealing glances at her step-cousin as he worked, admiring his strong arms and his handsome face, which was even more attractive now that it had developed a fairly dark tan. But it was even more than that – Tiffany found that every time she had the chance to talk with Christian either one on one or with the rest of the family, she really enjoyed herself and felt something special between them. Christian had such a gentle and caring attitude about him, something that she didn’t often see in the other guys she knew, especially those with whom she and her sister dated. She couldn’t help but think if only she could find a guy like her cousin, she would be so happy.

Unbeknownst to both Christian and Tiffany, Julie was watching the pair of them from time to time through the kitchen window. At first she was just watching them out of interest’s sake, but as time wore on she began to let her thoughts wander and began to notice just how good the two of them looked out there. Both cousins were working hard, and as a result they were breathing quite heavily and were perspiring. As Julie was estimating how strong the pheromone concentration must be out on the porch, Christian stepped off to the side and pulled off his shirt, revealing his built and well toned chest, shoulders, arms and back. While Julie had seen Christian topless many times before, it had never happened when her mind was already thinking about sexual things. Looking over at her sister, Julie caught Tiffany stealing a glance at their cousin as well and noticed a lust in her eyes similar to Julie’s own.

Several minutes passed and Julie stopped her voyeurism to check on her baking and prep another dish for the oven. As she walked around the kitchen she noticed that quite a bit of moistness had accumulated between her thighs. Looking out the window to make sure Tiffany and Christian were still out there, she slipped her hand in her pants and brought it back out wet. Smelling her own juices and then sucking them off her fingers slowly, she savored the scent and the flavor, noting how similar it was to her sister’s pussy juice. Ever since Julie had tasted her sister’s snatch for the first time, she had fallen in love with female secretions, even her own. She knew that it was a wicked fetish that she would probably never share with anyone, but that made it all the more exciting and sexual for her. Sometimes Julie wished that she could reach her own pussy with her mouth so that she could be pleasured and taste her juices at the same time, but she supposed that that’s what she had a sister for.

Thinking of her sister, she went back to the kitchen window and saw, much to her delight, that Tiffany had taken off her over shirt and was now working in a bikini top, the heat clearly having gotten to her, too. Admiring her sister’s lovely tits, Julie also noticed that Christian had noticed them, judging from the bulge that had become quite evident in the front of his pants. At one point Tiffany had to go around to the other side of the house, and once she had gone Christian stuck his hand down his pants to divert his hard on down the leg of his jeans so that it wouldn’t stick out so much. With his hand still in his trousers, it was obvious that he then gave his cock a couple of quick pulls, his eyes closing in pleasure. Getting back to his work, Tiffany rounded the corner again and they continued on as if nothing had happened.

Julie absently put her hand in her pants again and found her pussy to be absolutely flooded. Dropping her cut offs and panties to the floor, she scanned the countertop for something to fuck herself with. While using one of the cucumbers was tempting, she’d never had anything that size in her vagina before and didn’t want to risk hurting herself. So instead she decided on one of the carrots she’d just washed. Lying on the kitchen floor, she took the carrot and rubbed it along her slit, getting it nice and slick. She also spit several gobs of saliva onto her other hand and then rubbed that on the dildo, making sure that it was nicely lubed. Taking the artificial cock in one hand and placing her other hand on her clit, she began to rub and fuck herself rapidly, writhing on the floor with pleasure. Visions of Christian and her sister filled her head as she thought about fucking them both, Christian’s big cock pounding her hole while Tiffany sat on her face. Bringing a pussy juice-soaked pair of fingers up to her mouth, Julie sucked them into her mouth, savoring the taste and driving her passion up to an even higher level.

Closing her eyes again, Julie grasped the carrot in both hands and began to fuck herself even harder. This time she pictured that Dustin was pounding her hole, Christian was fucking her mouth, and Tiffany was sucking on her big tits. She imagined Dustin’s eyes closed in intense pleasure, his passion for her and her Escort Anadolu Yakası pussy overwhelming him, his hands holding onto her legs which were up on his shoulders. Dustin was fucking her harder and harder, trying to get his cock impossibly deep within her when Julie suddenly had an explosive orgasm. Completely unaware of her surroundings, she let out a loud, long “Fuck!” in an expression of her passion. Snapping herself out of her daze, she quickly remembered that Tiffany and Christian were just outside and scrambled to get her shorts on. Hearing footsteps running into the house and around the corner, Julie just managed to pull on her shorts and button them up before Christian’s, followed by Tiffany’s, concerned face came into view.

“What the hell happened?!” both asked, panting, looking around frantically.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” Julie stammered, her mind racing for something reasonable to say. “I, uh, I just forgot to put my second batch of pies in the oven and it, uh, made me mad.”

Seeing that her story was being met only by blank stares and realizing in horror that her carrot dildo was still lying on the floor, she continued: “Oh, and I dropped my carrot after I washed it.” And with that she picked up the carrot from the floor and took a big bite of it.

“Sorry to have alarmed you guys.”

A very unimpressed Tiffany and Christian stalked out of the kitchen.

As noon was quickly approaching, Christian and Tiffany only worked for another hour or so before quitting for a lunch break. Julie has been so kind as to both prepare them a lunch and refrain from scaring them half to death since the earlier incident, and the pair decided that it would be nice to find a quiet place away from their work site and the sun to dine. Tiffany suggested that they go down to a place which she called ‘The Gardens’, an area that Christian had never been to before. Walking through a bit of bush for about two or three minutes, the pair stepped out into a grassy opening that took Christian’s breath away. Surrounded by trees and a small stream, the gardens were fundamentally just that: a garden. However, while the basic layout had clearly been created years ago, things had been allowed to run wild for some time giving the place a very natural sort of beauty. Tiffany explained that the flowers and ground covers had been carefully chosen so as to remain fairly self-limiting, thereby allowing for a natural feel that wouldn’t become sloppy over time. Four large trees had also been left in the area to provide shade in what would otherwise have been an entirely sunny area. After questioning about it’s origins, Tiffany told Christian with pride that her great grandparents had cleared the trees from this area to build their house, barns, etc, and they’d created the garden to honor and respect the area.

Finding a nice spot under one of the trees, the two sprawled out on the grass and just lay there for a moment, resting from their morning’s labor.

“So how much are you like your father?” Christian asked, a joking tone in his voice. “Are we going to have a 20 minute half-hour lunch like usual, or are you a little less strict?”

Laughing, Tiffany replied: “Well, I’m probably just about as strict when it comes to working and productivity, but I’m also a little bit more aware of the notion of ‘rewarding a job well done’. I’d say that given that we’ve already put in the equivalent of a full days’ work, we wouldn’t be outside of our rights by flirting with a 35, maybe even forty minute break.”

“Wow, my stomach won’t know what to do with itself!” Christian laughed in response to her wit. “All that time to actually digest the food I feed it.”

“Well, what can I say, I’m a softy.”

Ironically, thought Christian, at that moment Tiffany decided to stretch her body, flexing her tight abdominal muscles in the process. As he’d now been acutely aware, Tiff was still wearing just her cutoffs and bikini top, a pink number that would have been modest on most girls, but that showed off his cousin’s assets very nicely. Feeling a stirring in his pants accompany his gawking, Christian brought his attention away from the girl next to him and sat up to look at the lunch they’d been made.

While Christian was not a vegetarian, both Tiffany and Julie were, and as a consequence no one could get a slab of meat prepared in their house unless he was willing to do it for himself. Fortunately, Christian was a fan of vegetarian cooking in general, and both Tiffs and Jules had perfected the art as far as he was concerned. Quickly devouring a hummus and sprouts sandwich, Christian looked up to see his cousin looking at him, smiling at his enthusiastic appetite. When he reflexively asked an innocent ‘what?’ with his mouth full, it sent her into fits of laughter. Leaning forward to grab her mid-section with one hand as she did this, Tiffany reached out and grabbed Christian’s shoulder with her other for support. Seeing her doubled over with laughter and having swallowed his sandwich, Christian began to laugh as well, placing his hand over Tiffany’s in the process. As her laughter began to subside, Tiffany brought her head up again and found herself closer to Christian than she thought she’d be, their faces very near. Very quickly the laughter stopped and Tiffany became aware that their hands were touching on Christian’s shoulder.

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Our correspondence was an innocent and unlikely occurrence. She simply replied to my story: a detailed depiction of my submitting to a dominant woman and our eventual breakup. Sally was turned on by my text and I felt extremely flattered and connected to a stranger who would later become my muse. I replied in gratitude and thus began an exchange of letters which became increasingly erotic and naughty beyond anything I had ever disclosed with anyone. My days as an outwardly straight laced music teacher were becoming soiled once again and I loved the idea of letting loose for my inner desires. My lust for a steamy lesbian affair offered a powerful rush similar to my pre-teen longing for a long, throbbing cock.

My first detailed sex letter to Sally sent me home from my office before she could respond. Shifting in my seat and seeing the next bus about to leave from the college, I grabbed my bag and coat and made it without a moment to spare. I sat near the back as the fogged window machine trundled down the dark highway. The wheel well was directly beneath me as the axle vibrated the seat into a pleasurable cadence. I masturbated right there that evening as the sparsely populated bus winded toward my exit.

I began to plan my days for such emergencies and several trips into Seattle yielded sex toys which held me over until Sally and I could someday meet. I sent her a pair of panties I had worn while writing such a letter but it never arrived. Surely it exists as a trophy for some unscrupulous postal employee. I so wanted Sally to open the Ümraniye Escort package and be as excited as I was for sending my intimates – but no. Her letters in the following days were steeped in disappointment and I only wanted to perform a compensatory penance. Perhaps I’d flip-flopped a digit or had not included a proper zip code. I blame myself and wanted to demonstrate to her my lesson learned. My recurring dreams of her punishing me for my failure served to satisfy even the desires she might not have considered. I bought a quirt; a small whip. Then I bought a butt plug because I needed to better prepare my bottom for the eventual intruder she would introduce as part of my punishment.

Her persona seemed to be tender and thoughtful but teemed with a commanding presence which would not be above inflicting some heavy pain upon my skin. There’s nothing she could do to me I would not enjoy somehow. To flat-line at her hands would’ve been a pleasure and a privilege. 😉

As the months dragged on, I was preparing myself for our eventual liasson. I wanted her to insist on my schedule or order me to board a plane. I would’ve dropped my plans in a heartbeat but could not bring myself to impose such a bold action. Her words were suggestive but never outright and I needed an audible okay. There was little my imagination couldn’t muster except the words, ‘I’m on my way’.

I was desperate for some adventure in my life and felt the likelihood of meeting Sally beginning to fade. Meanwhile a gentleman in Houston had read my stories and acquainted himself with me and also proposed I become his slave. He sent me contracts and rules which I consumed with every word. I decided to at least meet the man who would be my Master but had a back-up plan to continue on to Louisiana should this be ill-fated. Master Robert was attractive and kind but I declined his offer in person and drove to my relatives in Metarie. I still had hopes of driving to New York to meet Sally but she had cut off relations in disgust and frustration for my Houston plans. I wanted to write and tell her my original intentions but it was too late. The truth is, I only ever envisioned myself submitting to another woman – such as Sally.

Three weeks later she returned with the first three pictures of herself which really made me happy. She was gorgeous and my fantasies of her began to take on a sense of reality. I began to see women who resembled her and my waking thoughts were of her beautiful face. The last few weeks of correspondence were filled with thoughts and activities Ümraniye Escort Bayan but no promise. Somehow we’d lost our original intent and I was still thinking of her as a fading, fleeting object of my desires.

My invitation for her to sail with me around Vancouver Island seemed to fall on half-interested ears. I had not given up hope and even bought a latex skirt and top in which I would introduce myself. I spent several days getting acquainted with wearing rubber which only served to spark my arousal. The rubber mini would squeak with every move and felt as if the rubber was about to roll right up my thighs to my waist. The matching top left nothing to the imagination and offered no warmth or insulation. My nipples would garner more attention peeking through the thin material than if I just walked around topless. This is okay, it’s the whole idea. I envisioned myself opening my front door in this ensemble and giving Sally a great first impression. I even began tanning under sun lamps to eliminate the lack of sun’s effect over the long winter. Sally seemed content not to pursue our meeting and I was becoming a frustrated girl. I didn’t want to be pushy or so shallow as to not delight in her letters, but I needed more. I wanted to challenge her on her intentions and have her assert her interest in me and perhaps instigate a last minute plan to meet. After writing and sending my bold letter last week, I sat and waited. I grew increasingly uncomfortable with the thought she would not treat my questions kindly. I was full of regret and guilt. I was silently staring at the screen hoping she could slap my face and set me straight. Better yet, she would use the quirt which hung conspicuously next to my monitor. I crossed my legs and bit my lip. This idle time did nothing for my escalating libido.

“Julie, go get undressed and put on the latex dress,” I thought I heard Sally say.

“Okay,” I heard myself reply. No arguments there.

Five minutes later I slinked into the room in rubber but still no reply from Sally. I crossed my legs which would do absolutely no good in concealing my panties. The rubber simply inched up my thighs as if invisible fingertips helped glide the fabric upward – Make those well-manicured nails at the end of Sally’s long, tone arms. I closed my eyes and helped the imagined fingertips roll the rubber up my legs. I stood briefly to let the material roll up my buttocks and felt the coolness of my wood chair. This evening begged for the butt plug and I proceeded to prepare myself. I dropped Escort Ümraniye to the floor and spread my knees wide. I took careful pains to directed the phallus behind me and began guiding it in and out. The tearful effort paid off with the content but discomforting lodge of the plug in my anus. I sat up carefully and wiped the tears from my eyelashes.

“What are you doing, you nasty little bitch?” I asked myself.

I carefully eased back into the chair with the noticeable object beneath. My breathing was heavy and I furiously began to rub my clitoris before climaxing quickly.

I decided to write an off-line letter but my words became clouded by the thoughts of a displeased Sally seeing me now. The dull ache in my bottom was losing its effect so I began to swat my pussy with the quirt. The lack of sting was less than stimulating; I needed more. I removed a large picture frame in desperation and removed the cable from the back. My fingers fumbles to unthread the wire before pulling it free.

*SNAP*

The cable cut in to my thigh as I haphazardly swung it behind me.

*SNAP*

With better accuracy, the wire cut into the skin on my backside. OUCH!! I shrieked.

After twenty or more strikes of the lash, I switched hands and proceeded to scourge the other side of my back I took a moment to pull my top over my breasts before continuing the diabolic lash across my own back. I knew there were probably some significant stripes across my skin if not open cuts. I dropped to my knees and elbows while continuing to strike behind my shoulders. With my face pressed against to the floor I noticed a drop of blood trickle down my right breast and off my nipple. I dropped the whip and grappled for my vibrator. In less than an instant I was relieved of my penance and orgasm. I fell to the side in a pitiful heap and remembered to shut off the fleeting vibrator. I remained there for another few minutes before removing the plug.

I stood up and reluctantly surveyed the damage from the whip.

“Ohmygawd!”

My back, buttocks and legs were a striped mess. Not more than an inch of skin hadn’t felt the whip!

Getting dressed was a sobering experience. I decided things had gotten so far out of hand so quickly. I could not continue this self-destructive behavior.

The following day Sally wrote to inform me she was no longer interested in knowing me and I agreed she was right. The recent pictures I meant to send would have to be canceled. Any more words would not be said.

I checked my in-box last night and again tonight and felt more than a twinge of sadness for the loss of this beautiful person. I don’t know what to do but treat this sadness like a great book which just came to an end. There is nothing more I can do but cherish my time with this wonderfully well-written classic.

Goodbye, my dear Sally.

Julie

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My name is Luke Blackstone. I’m a tall, good-looking black man living in Los Angeles. I was once a cop in Boston but these days, I am in a very different line of work. I am a Porn Star. Not just any ordinary Star but a Porn Star’s idea of a Porn Star. An icon. I am the man. I am the champ. Hell, I make half a million a year doing what most men would do for free. It’s just my luck, I guess. Some people are engineers, I am an Adult Film Megastar. Life happens, folks, deal with it.

This is how my day went. I went to visit some of the freakiest women I know and we did all kinds of freaky things. Mary Huntington is one of my favorite freaks. This tall, somewhat chubby chick was something else. Alabaster-skinned, black-haired, blue-eyed and very sexy. This gal is one of the freakiest women I’ve ever met. We met a while ago on a Porno set. She played the part of a sexy but naïve college student who tutored a rather raunchy black male football player in Algebra. In the movie, I played the role of the seducer and she was the ingénue. It was a lot of fun. It’s always fun to shoot a Porn movie. Let no one tell you otherwise.

I smile whenever I remember that particular porn shoot. I bent Mary over a desk and spread those cute butt cheeks of hers before sliding my cock into her asshole. This was her first anal scene on camera and I wanted to make sure that she remembered me. I held her by those slim hips of hers and thrust into her. Mary did not scream when my ten-inch black dick penetrated her well-lubed yet still tight ass. That’s saying a lot about her. I’ve made a lot of women scream as I plowed into their assholes. Anal sex is what I’m famous for. I loved shoving my cock deep inside Mary’s asshole. Down where the sun didn’t shine. To top it off, I came all over her face and made her suck the cum out of my cock. That cock of mine which had Ankara bayan escort just been up her butt.

Today, Mary had a little surprise for me. She had invited her friend Molly Blake along. Molly is a chubby, flame-haired, green-eyed, big-bottomed gal I’ve seen at a few Porn industry functions. This woman had quite the resume. She did everything from Bondage to all-anal videos and even bisexual and transsexual-themed videos. Little is known about her past, although there are rumors that she was once a famous collegiate wrestler. I tried to picture Molly wearing tights on a wrestling mat. Not a pretty picture. No offense but some people simply shouldn’t wear tights. This large woman was one of them. I’ve never worked with her personally but she’s one of those BBW Porn Stars. Yeah, a lot of men out there like to watch large women in raunchy, sex-drenched situations and these kinds of videos have been selling like crazy. To each his own, I guess. Fat women need love too. I sat on Mary’s couch, and they told me what they had in mind. Some rather kinky action. They wanted to see what this macho stud was like, especially off-camera. I was totally down for it.

First, Molly stripped in front of me. Never let it be said that fat chicks can’t be hot. Molly looked hot. With her cute face, large breasts, thick legs, wide hips and big butt. I found her very appealing, especially when she knelt in front of me and took my ten-inch black super cock in her mouth. I thrust into her mouth, loving the feel of her warm tongue all over my dick. Man, this fat chick was a seriously great cock sucker. I shoved my cock down her throat, working it in and out of her wet, warm mouth. She got me real hard in no time. I looked at her cute, plump butt. I definitely wanted some of that. It occurs to me that I’ve never fucked a fat Escort bayan Ankara chick in the ass before. Time to find out what it was like.

Molly got on all fours. I looked at her plump yet somehow still sexy body. Everything about this woman was large. Her butt was quite large, and shaped like a heart. Her bulky body looked positively tempting. I spread those plump butt cheeks of hers and slid a finger into her asshole. I was surprised at how warm and tight her anus felt. I smiled, decided that I was going to have lots of fun with her. Without further ado, I put my cock against her back door and pushed. Never let it be said that anal penetration is always easy. Even with lube, Molly’s ass felt tight around my dick. It took me some time to get to the bottom of things. Oh, I also took my sweet time getting there. I’m sure most of you would.

I placed my hands on those wide hips of hers and thrust my cock into her ass. Mary sat down on the couch, watching me and Molly as we did our thing. I’ll say this about my first fat woman. She was definitely stoic. Yep, Molly was very stoic as I plowed my cock deep into her asshole. Not a scream from her, although there was the occasional gasp or grunt. I suppose that’s forgivable because who wouldn’t feel some initial discomfort with ten inches of black dick up your butt? Mary grinned as I continued to plow my cock into Molly’s asshole. The big woman had a tight asshole. I wouldn’t think this possible. Oh, well, got to make do with what you’ve got. I smacked that booty of hers and got a yelp out of her before burying my cock even deeper into her asshole.

I wanted to make this big woman scream loud enough to wake the dead as I slammed my cock in her asshole. I wanted to hear an ear-shattering scream as she totally surrendered to me. So, I gripped her hips Bayan escort Ankara even more tightly and shoved myself into her ass, putting all of my strength behind it. I buried my cock into the forbidden depths of Molly’s asshole. So far up her ass that I thought I was going to exit through her mouth. I think this was a good move for I heard some major sounds coming out of Molly mere moments later. The ear-splitting scream which emerged from her mouth was loud enough to wake the dead and music to my ears. So intense was the sound that I came right then and there. Blasting Molly’s ass and filling her hole with my cum.

A little while later, I pulled out of Molly’s ass. The big woman lay on her back, legs spread. She was panting and sweating heavily. Her eyes were glazed over and staring at me blankly. I smiled. Yes, I was the man who just gave her the fucking of a lifetime. The man who stretched her asshole to new widths. Thanks to me, her anus was now a gaping asshole. Cum rushed out of her hole still a stream. Molly looked at me, and said nothing. I grinned. My work here was done. I had rendered her speechless through raw anal passion thanks to my ten inches of black man power. It has been known to tame many women. Mary smiled at me. She had gotten her rocks off watching me screwing her best friend. This woman was a pervert. Maybe worse than me. Hey, I’m not a bad person. I’m just really kinky.

I left Mary Huntington’s house, and headed back into the night. there was a lot to do in the city of Angels at night. I’m thinking of going to a bar to pick up women. I have lots of female admirers. If I had a dime for every woman who walked up to me in the street and declared herself a hardcore fan of mine, I’d be seriously rich. Anyway, you might wonder why I do the things I do. I can’t help it. I need to engage in hyper sexual and extreme behavior on a massive scale. It cannot be corrected but I have no other way to fulfill those twisted needs of mine. See you around, folks. I’ve got stuff to do. There are lots of women out there. Lots of pretty toys for me to play with. I’ll tell you about my adventures another time. That’s what’s up, holler!

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A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 50). This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.

Chapter 58 – Arson. Anti-Aircraft Fire. Airport Sex

Mark

I had Lucas ensure a twenty-four hour guard on The Meadows and Darwin Architectural Group, plus KC’s gallery. He decided on a limited team of two at The Meadows during the day when workers were present, and six to eight guards circulating around the property and surrounding roads during the overnight hours. He also installed a series of security cameras and perimeter alarms in obvious and not so obvious places. All of it seemed like closing the barn door after the horses had left, but we did it any way.

Elsa learned that Darwin backed up all their computers four times an hour to an offsite server, so even if the building had burnt to the ground, they wouldn’t have lost the plans for The Meadows.

The Arson Squad confirmed what was pretty well known the night of the fire. The place had been torched using gasoline as an accelerator. A few days later, the Fire Battalion Chief called me, they had located a gas station where Myron Tanner had filled up his gas cans and been videoed on their security cam. It was definitely him. He was driving a stolen van. The gas containers were exactly like those left behind at the site. They had enough of a case to prosecute and had a warrant issued atop the one already in existence.

The guards on the girls were doubled again on my orders. Elsa, Cindy, and KC were the most exposed, because they worked in somewhat public buildings. KC reduced the number of hours the gallery was open during the day, putting up ‘By Appointment’ hours otherwise. We put two guards on the property when she wasn’t there with her full contingent of security.

Cindy carried on her normal work, only with a bevy of security guards paving the way ahead of her and covering her backside when she went anyplace.

Elsa’s office building got a guard force reminiscent of Fort Knox when she was there, and three men during off hours. Fortunately, the attempted arson had failed to destroy anything except a door and rear office that housed new paper products and cleaning supplies. The computers, printers, plans, and archives of the firm were intact and undamaged.

For the next two weeks after the fire, I talked to Doug three or four times a day. He had an engineering firm come out after most of the debris had been cleared away. They tested the foundation and declared that it was still fit to be used for the house. That was great news for a change. Doug had the concrete power washed and processed to remove most of the soot and odor; he then had it sealed and painted to complete the process and make it odor free.

We also made some further changes through Elsa’s architectural company in concert with our building permits from the county, and poured concrete or cinder block pillars, walls, and floors. We would have a three story concrete structure with post-tensioned flat plate floor slabs and both load and non-load bearing concrete walls throughout. This would make the resulting structure more fireproof and resistant than our original plans. We’d be way beyond the county fire code. The costs went up materially by not using wood, but I felt much better about what we’d be living in.

The changes resulted in further extensions of the estimated completion date. I upped my offer regarding the bonuses I’d pay if we made the July 1 move-in date to ten percent. Doug laughed at my foolish thinking, but I could see him renew his efforts on The Meadows. I could see the wheels in his brain working as to how he’d accomplish that impossible goal.

At my suggestion Doug had designed and gotten my approval to build a modern entryway to the property off the main road a half-mile away. The entrance included beautiful signage announcing The Meadows to arriving guests and deliveries. When the girls saw the new entranceway they cheered and made a huge fuss over the grand entrance. Eventually, it would also have some heavy iron gates on electric motors and coded entry to limit access to the property.

The pile of fire debris eventually left the site, and gradually the odor of burned house faded. New lumber, other supplies, new trailers, and a renewed effort got the ball rolling again on the construction process. With my insistence and money, Doug added a fourth crew. He also added another lift and a construction crane Ankara escort to speed up material delivery to the upper floors. He also brought in a catering crew to prepare snacks and serve free lunch and coffee to the crews; they worked through late afternoon to keep the workmen fueled for a push into the evening hours that now went to eleven o’clock. The crews were on site full-time six days a week. The men loved the extra overtime. Some of the crews even showed up on Sundays.

After the huge hiccup of the fire and the changeover from wood structure to concrete and cinder block, Doug figured the project had lost two months. With the extra help and equipment he hoped to regain some of those calendar days, weather permitting.

The weather did not cooperate. December 12th we had a foot of snow. Doug lost four hours but had the crews shoveling the snow out of the house and then using trucks and other equipment to move it further away. Doug added kerosene heaters to dry out the house and keep passable temperatures for the crews.

By Christmas the first two floors of the house had been poured, and the support walls and columns for the third were being prepared. We continued with concrete, cinder block, and metal studding throughout the holiday period except for Christmas day. Doug had the crews work New Year’s Day at a premium rate. We had more snow, and lost more time to shovel hours by the crews, but not as many after the roof trusses got installed and covered with plywood, insulation, and tarpaper.

Tossing the construction plan out the window, Doug started putting windows in as soon as the exterior walls were up, floor by floor. This let him keep at least some of the heat in the structure while the HVAC, electricians, plumbers, and security people did their magic between rooms and floors. Generally, the crews were literally tripping over each other.

Things were crazy. Electrical wires were strung before some of the interior walls were put in place. Walls were put in place in certain locations because of how the plumbing had been placed. Lucas and a couple of his security staff personally wired part of the house because he didn’t like part of the job the outside security outfit had done.

The holidays came to the city, so the girls and I kind of hunkered down at the condo every night after work. We had a gathering Melanie called the Christmas Sex Party four days before Christmas. We did not invite as many people as the one in early November. Besides the six of us, we had Izzy, the five guys we usually had at our parties (Carter, Deke, Ryan, Mike, and James), plus Andy and Margo, Greg and Kim, Sean and Pam, Wes and Vanessa, and Scott and Anna.

Elsa also arranged for Chloe and Zoé to help us with food and serving, and somehow they stayed around for the erotic festivities that followed. Their attendance brought the number of partiers up to thirteen women and eleven men.

I studied for and passed my private pilot’s written test, scoring a ninety-four. I missed a couple of questions because I misread them. I wasn’t flying as much as I wanted, but I was able to slip away for a lesson a couple of times a week when the weather cooperated. I soloed, and after a dozen practice flights took my solo cross-country on a rare winter day when the weather was nice over a wide area.

One day in February, Wes and I were up practicing for my flight test. He was pretending he was the examiner, and putting me through the paces I would have to do on my flight test. He had me out near The Meadows in a Cessna 172 doing steep power turns around a point. We were at five hundred feet altitude and I was working to compensate for a fifteen-knot west wind, but keep my circling still in the shape of a circle around my fixed point.

Suddenly, we heard a loud WHACK, almost as though someone had hit the side of the plane with a hammer. A second WHACK sounded from overhead ten seconds later. Wes was looking all around.

Wes screamed at me, “MY AIRPLANE.”

Wes nosed the plane over into what seemed like a near vertical dive and steep turn in the opposite direction I’d been going. I thought we were cooked. He screamed directions at me. “Dial in 7700 on the transponder, NOW.”

I fumbled with the radar transponder and got the emergency code entered in just as Wes pulled the plane level at about fifty feet above the treetops. Our airspeed was in the yellow arc. I wondered whether the wings would rip off of the plane.

Wes immediately got on the radio in an excited tone, “City Approach, Cessna 97 Lima with you near ground level. We have been shot at just behind our location. We have two hits to our plane. One of them has penetrated our fuel tank; we are leaking fuel at a steady rate. We are declaring an emergency and want immediate clearance to land. We request fire apparatus at the runway.”

I jerked my head to the left to look outside the plane. I hadn’t realized we were leaking Ankara escort bayan fuel. We weren’t just leaking, we were spewing forth a steady stream of aviation gasoline through what looked like a half-inch hole in the wing. If we caught fire, we would be doomed.

The radio reply was instantaneous, “Roger, 97 Lima. Radar contact. We copy your transmission and your emergency. Fire trucks are being deployed as we speak. You are cleared to land runway three-two. You do not need to contact tower; stay with us on this frequency until you are on the ground; tower is monitoring your progress to the runway on this frequency. All other traffic is being diverted.”

I could hear the radar controller start to turn some commercial traffic away from the runway and out of our flight path due to our emergency. I knew enough to know that a thousand bells were going off all over the airport and nearby police station, and that people were responding at a run.

As we got away from The Meadows, Wes climbed slightly. He explained, “I wanted us out of the line of fire. That was why I dove down low. Now say a prayer that we don’t set that fuel on fire as we get this thing on the ground.” We both looked out at the steady stream of fuel leaking from a finger-sized hole in the left wing about three feet from my cabin door. I wondered why the shot hadn’t already started a fire.

The runway for City Airport soon appeared a few miles in front of us. We were on a long flat low-altitude final approach, and in glacial time we made it to the runway and a smooth landing that brought us right in front of a dozen fire engines standing ready with nozzles and foam.

We taxied off the runway onto one of the side ramps and Wes killed the engine. We were out of the plane and running in seconds. No fire.

An hour later, we stood with several senior fire officials, three uniformed policemen, our friend Detective Reinhart from months earlier when we first dealt with Tanner, an FAA representative, our maintenance man, and Lucas and two of my security staff, looking at the airplane.

A temporary plug of some kind plus duct tape to hold it in place had been put over the hole in the wing. Fuel had been pumped from the tanks as the fire department stood by at the ready.

A second hole was found in the fuselage about six feet behind where I had been sitting. The bullet had wedged into a seat back, and after retrieval rested inside a forensic envelope in Detective Reinhart’s hands. The fuel tank bullet had gone clear through the wing, also puncturing a hole in the top of the wing; we’d been losing fuel from there as well thanks to Bernoulli’s principle.

Wes and I explained for the tenth time what had happened, the exact time, our actions to avoid further damage or injury, and why we’d declared an emergency. I explained what we knew about Tanner. No one faulted us for anything we did. I requested that the media not be notified for a number of reasons, most of all the encouragement of Myron Tanner.

Our security and the police made a search around Dillonville for Tanner or any other source of the rifle shots that had penetrated the airplane. They came up empty handed. I was convinced it was Tanner, and that he’d escalated the game.

The plane was released by the authorities to be repaired, and I headed home in the limousine with war wagons front and back.

Elsa

My mother could always tell my father’s moods. Sometimes she’d warn me, something like, “Daddy has had a bad day. You’d do well to leave him alone. No misbehaving.” I learned that I’d better be a sterling example of the perfect child on those days otherwise the wrath of God would descend upon me. Cindy learned the same behavior, and together we would be ‘daddy’s little angels’ when he was in one of his moods.

I wondered what my mother could see in my father to allow her to be that insightful and thus alert us to one of daddy’s dark clouds. I think I had inherited the same skills, because when Mark walked into the condo that night, I instantly knew that something was VERY wrong. He even tried to act nonchalant and casual, but I knew it was play-acting. Cindy picked up on it too. I guess we got the same genes as mom.

We went over to Mark where he was taking a few items from his briefcase. I spoke, “All right, what happened? We can tell it was something major.”

Melanie and Sheila turned their attention to us, and then KC.

Mark admitted, “I was shot at today – twice that we can confirm.”

“Where?”

“Errr, about five hundred feet over The Meadows.”

“Huh? What do you mean, ‘over The Meadows’?”

Mark gestured to Cindy and me. “I wanted to surprise you. I’ve been taking flying lessons. Wes and I were up practicing for my private pilot’s flight test. We heard two whack sounds – something hitting the airplane. Bullets as it turned out. One behind the rear seat, and one through the left wing and fuel Escort Ankara tank. Either one of them could have killed us. One struck the left fuel tank; we were lucky we didn’t catch fire.”

Mark described what happened in detail after that: diving for the ground, the fuel leak, declaring an emergency, limping into the city airport because they had fire apparatus, and then dealing with the police and authorities. He included his speculation that Tanner was responsible.

We were stunned by what had happened. The encounter truly had been deadly. Tanner really was out for blood at this point. Every one of us cringed. I almost cried at the idea of Mark being hurt – and our dear friend Wes too. We had to do something.

Cindy and I talked away from the others that evening that Mark came back from his flight lesson. The last thing we were upset about was him taking lessons; that actually made us happy that he had a hobby outside of his work.

We agreed that we would start wearing our special vests again, and also carrying our Glocks more in a ready condition. We’d been carrying them, but after Tanner had been arrested they shifted to less accessible places, such as deep in our shoulder bags. This provocation seemed to warrant a more ready stance. We opted for our switchblade knives too in our dress or slacks’ pocket.

We also speculated about Cindy still being a desirable target since he hadn’t gotten to her yet in his harassment. Most normal people would have felt squeamish about being a target, particularly when it seemed some of the harassment had turned deadly. Not Cindy; she wanted a face-to-face confrontation with the guy, hopefully one that required her to take some aggressive action. I was right there with her.

A week later, Mark passed his flight test and became a private pilot. He announced that he planned to segue right into advanced ratings the way Cindy and I had.

Our discussions at home became stories and discussions about flying, planes, and aviation weather. It wasn’t just cloudy outside; there was a scattered layer at three thousand, and a broken layer at six with tops between eight and ten thousand, and clear above; and, oh yes, the freezing level was at two thousand. My sisters just rolled their eyes at the three of us, especially when we talked in terms of dew points and winds aloft.

Cindy and I took our commercial and instrument written tests and passed with perfect scores, even to our amazement. Three weeks later we took our flight tests with FAA examiners and also passed on our first tries.

To celebrate all the ratings and progress, we took two small planes and the six of us flew down to Branson for the weekend. We kept the flights a secret until the last minute, except with Lucas who arranged our security coverage at both ends. Cindy flew the 210 and I flew the 172 down, and we switched planes coming back. Mark seemed content to act as crew in the 210, a much higher performance and more complex plane than he was used to flying. Cindy and I both spent time talking him through the differences from the 152 and 172 he’d been flying for lessons and practice. He hadn’t been upgraded to the 210 yet, but Wes made it happen the week after we got back from our weekend seeing some country music shows and wandering around casinos and tourist shops.

Even though we were cleared for instrument flying, we only planned to fly on good weather days over the winter because of the ice buildup evident in the clouds that was dangerous until spring. Wes had shown me one day when we actually flew into some IMC during one of my lessons – instrument meteorological conditions. We quickly picked up a half-inch of rime ice on the leading edges of both wings and the tail.

Occasionally, I asked Wes what they were up to with Vanessa and Anna, their porn star girlfriends. I liked their girlfriends, and we’d had a chance to ‘interact’ several times since I’d met them the first time months before. By ‘interact,’ I mean to have sex with them in some beautiful sapphic way.

At first, when I was eating one of their pussies, using a toy on them, eating fluids from deep inside them, or some other lewd thing, I thought they might be acting, because of their consummate film skills that I’d seen when I watched them on the Internet. Instead, I was left with the feeling that I was having a real impact and that their orgasms and reactions were genuine and due to my efforts and not their acting ability.

I asked Wes about that one day when I’d stopped by the airport to buy some new maps and a new FAA manual for Cindy and me.

Wes said, “When we first started to date Anna and Van, I thought the same thing. The girls fuck guys with longer dongs, thicker dongs, and more creative dongs than we have, and they react over-the-top with them. What are we doing for them? I thought not much.

“One night I guess it got to me and I wasn’t with the sexual agenda that Van had. She asked me, and I confessed to not being sure I was pleasing her the way Stud Cox had in her latest video – that’s his stage name, apparently. Anyway, Van got all lovey-dovey and assured me that she was never acting when she was with me. She also told me that Stud was a lousy fuck – ‘jam and cram,’ she called him.

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This is a story about a married guy (me) and an ex girlfriend who came into my life through the internet. I haven’t seen her for 13 years. We had some hot sex while we were going out but that was a long time ago. We met again on a chat site and this is that story.

We chatted on the site for a while and started reminiscing about our sex life and how hot sex used to be between us. We progressed from there even though I was nervous because I was happily married. Anyway I continued on because she is hot and I was having fun. This is one of our typical conversations.

“How about a game. I ask some questions, then you ask me some.

Bra size?

Shaved or not?

Biggest turn on?

Biggest turn off?

Do you own a vibrator?

How many guys have you been with?

Perfect penis size?

Do you masturbate?

What makes you come?

anal or not?

have you been with a girl/ threesome?”

“bra size is 14c,shaved,turn on is head,turn off is hair is teeth,yes i own a toy,been with 15 guys,penis size about 8,I PLAY ALL THE TIME,playing makes me come,no anal yet,yes threesome with 2 guys…. what made u look me up? what turns u on?what do u remember about us?i remember lots of sex…lol hot and dirty but good friendship too “

my response: I looked you up because you are hot, a nice blow job turns me on, I remember making you come and your wet pussy.

After chatting a bit more I sent her this…

I had a fantasy last night.

I was in town for a conference. I sent you a text and we met at a bar. Bostancı Escort We had a drink and flirted. I brushed my hand against your thigh. It was electric.

We went back to my motel room in the city. We set the rules, because of my situation, no touching. We undressed, i was naked and hard. You had on a sexy black bra and a g string. You laid on the bed. We were to watch each other. You brought your toy. I started to stroke my hard cock. up and down. You got naked You circled your nipples with your fingers. no touching remember. I could see your pussy getting wetter. I sat over you stroking while you played. Your pussy was throbbing. You moved your fingers down and teased your clit. I had my fat cock over your face but no touching.

You pulled out your toy and had it in your wet puss. I continued to stoke myself as you stared at my cock. I was so horny, your playing was turning me on. Then lying naked in front of me with your perky tits and hard nipples and soft tight cunt you came hard while you played. That set me off and I came on your tits and you opened your mouth and I came on your face and you tasted me. It was the hottest session I had ever had.

I fell asleep and woke up two hours later to find you licking my semi hard dick. You were breaking the rules. I did not stop you… I couldn’t.

You continued to lick my now rock hard cock. I pretended to be a sleep for a while cos I knew it was wrong but could not stop such an awesome feeling. You licked the head, and then took my cock into your mouth, your tongue worked its magic Bostancı Escort Bayan and I thrust my hips, giving away that I was awake and loving the sensation. You took me deep into your mouth, and sucked on the head of my cock and licked around the sensitive rim. You were driving me crazy. Then you went to work and stroked and sucked and filled your mouth with my cock. I could feel your hard tits on my thighs and your tongue and hot lips and then I cam.. hard in your mouth,, you swallowed and swallowed and it leaked out and my come was on your chin and on your hot nipples. You licked it off.

I knew it was your turn, but I could not fuck you,, it was against the rules. I took your left nipple as you laid on your back and thumbed it between my fingers. It got rock hard, I took it into my mouth, i played with that nipple with my tongue, I lapped at it, nibbled it, sucked on it, played with it until you were arching your back. Then I moved over to the right tit, that firm perky breast was sitting up waiting for me, I took your nipple deep in my mouth, you moaned and sighed and I played with both your tits for another twenty minutes. I knew I could not fuck you. My fingers drifted slowly to your stomach and down lower, lower.

I found your juicy lips, wet, hot. I slowly played with your mound, teasing, teasing, not sure what to do, it felt wrong… but right. I had the urge to fuck you and you were thrusting into my hand as I slid a wet finger between your lips and found your clitoris. I gently stroked inside your wet lips and found the Escort Bostancı entrance, 1 finger, two slipped inside so easy because you were sopping wet. My mouth was on your nipple, sucking hard. I strummed your bud with my thumb, and my fingers gently filled you. You were getting close but I did not want you to come yet. I teased you, 1 finger, 2 then three, filling you up.

Then I stopped…

I turned you over, on your knees, doggie style, I spread your legs, spread your thighs, your juices were running down your leg, I had never seen anything hotter than your sopping wet, throbbing wet pussy. I took your toy. I sat behind you looking at you spread wide open on hands and knees desperate for something to fill you up. I wanted to fuck you so bad, I was rock hard and horny. I lined up the toy with your wet pussy. The toy was hard and big and I gently, slowly inserted the tip into your pussy, slowly, taking my time, enjoying the sight of you on hands and knees.

In one inch, then two, I toyed with your throbbing clitoris with a single finger, while the big fat toy entered your hole, two inches, then three and four , you spread your legs wider, sucking that toy deeper into you, looking for release, looking for that orgasm. But I wouldn’t let you come yet…

The fattest part of the toy now drove into you, I worked it into you slowly at first, then I turned it on and turned up the speed. Your tight butt squirmed, it was beyond what you had felt before.

I began to thrust that fat hard black tool into you, it rubbed against you nub on every thrust, harder and faster and you took it all into that tight, hot pussy, shaved clean and so sexy and open on all fours. You were out of control now wanting to come, juices leaking down your leg, the toy at my hands as I fucked you hard with it, hard, fast, hard, fast.

And then you came, oh my god, you came and came and came and came.

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I sit here looking at the pics you sent and finding myself getting more and more aroused thinking about what we would do if we were in person. For the first time I’m sitting here at the computer totally naked, warming gel and vibe out knowing what I’m going to do. This is a first time for me, I’ve always imagined and fantasized not ever using pics as I’ve pleasured myself in the past. In the past, I’ve been more comfortable laying on the bed and not even attempting to be naughty at the computer like this.

Sitting in the chair and propping my legs up on the computer desk. Imagining you being here with me, brushing kisses lightly on my neck and then my lips. Tongues twining, meeting as we kiss deeply. Running my hands down to my breasts and cupping them. Thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple in between them imagining it is you touching me. This thought sends spirals of desire coiling down to between my legs where I feel the moisture already starting to seep out. Moistening my fingers with my mouth I caress my nipples imagining your fingers touching me, how it would feel. Imagining the touch of your lips and teeth gently grazing my nipples. Imagining your tongue Ümraniye Escort tracing a path down over my stomach and down my thighs teasing me. Imitating what that sensation might be like again with moistened fingertips.

Eyes closed, head leaning back into the chair as I imagine you here with me. Hands and fingers running lightly across my body, my inner thighs and then gasping as I touch the nether lips and part them at the first contact of fingers against my clit. Biting my bottom lip at the pleasure my fingers caressing my clit are causing. Imagining it being your fingers and mouth touching me. Applying firm pressure as I stroke my clit and feeling the waves of pleasure building. Nipples hard as rocks and goosebumps covering my body as pleasure coils within me.

Opening my eyes and looking at your pics, seeing the color of your eyes. Imagining how your lips would feel as we kiss and how you would taste. How that tongue and mouth would feel against my skin. Imagining the feeling of those hands on me as I pleasure myself. How warm, how strong, how awesome they would feel. Thinking of how that hard body would feel up against Ümraniye Escort Bayan me. The hardness of your cock against my thighs and how it would feel deep inside me. Taking the warming gel I pour a little into both hands and smooth it over the head of the vibe, imagining that it’s you I’m touching. Imitating the motions I would make as I touch your hard cock. Running my fingers lightly up and down the sides and circling the head of the vibe making sure its ready for me. Turning on the vibe I run it over my breasts, nipples and stomach downward enjoying the feel of it against my skin. Between my legs teasing my clit and biting my lip at that sensation it creates as it touches and makes it’s way downward to where I am moist and hot and waiting for you.

Sliding the vibe in and moving it slowly to fill my pussy, imagining that it’s your cock filling me, stretching me. It feels so good. Do you have any idea how much I want you here with me right now? Imagining the feel of your cock deep inside me, balls deep with them against my ass. Moving the vibe slowly, enjoying the way it feels moving in and out. Rubbing the other hand Escort Ümraniye around and over my clit building the pleasure to the highest point possible as both hands move in sync. One hand turning the control on the vibe to control the butterfly and placing it directly on my clit for maximum pleasure while the other hand moves the vibe to where it is hitting that spot inside me that always sends me over the edge when it’s stimulated just right and for long enough. Arching my back as the pleasure builds within me as my hands rock the vibe against that spot and adjusting the control on the butterfly for more stimulation like I like.

Crying out as I start to feel the spasms and feeling the tightening of my pussy on the vibe as I use it to rock my way to orgasm imagining the entire time that it’s you here with me causing this pleasure and experiencing it with me. Imagining your strokes and how they’d feel and then how it would feel to have you fill me up and have our juices mingling. That thought is the last coherent one I have as I feel the spasms rock my body, eyes closed visualizing your face as I cum.

Mmmmm switching off the vibe and sitting there with my body glowing from the awesome feelings that have just rocketed through me. Smiling thinking of what fun we’d have if we ever met in person and letting my breathing slow while I look at your pics again. Signing off and crawling into bed naked, still thinking of you as I drift off totally relaxed now into slumber.

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