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Funny thing technology, it can work for you or against you. The internet for example – marvellous opportunities for communication and research, but it also enables people to trace you – some that you may quite possibly prefer couldn’t! Outraged husbands you have cuckolded, ex-wives seeking all those withheld alimony payments. The group of retirees you fleeced of their life-savings with that fake investment scam.

But then there was Amy!

For those of you who have read my last published account “On The Banks of the Ohio” you will know who she is.

Not twenty-four hours after that story first appeared, I received an email from Amy herself who incredibly, had read the account, and which she wrote in her email had emotionally drained her, as she re-lived in her own mind, all we shared so intimately that afternoon almost eight long years ago.

We have neither corresponded or been in contact with one another all that time.

Just twenty-five now herself, her communique filled in those missing years whilst mine back to her, achieved a similar purpose. She wrote of her regret that we were apparently never to see each other again and that for quite some time afterwards, she had cried herself to sleep wishing she could have spent more time with me. Fortuitous though it was that she had not fallen pregnant that day. Such an eventuality quite obviously not the ideal upshot, with two years of school yet to run.

I confided to her that my on-going journey to Columbus and beyond that evening, was not without great sadness to myself and that had it not been for my strict work itinerary, my impulse was to go back to New Richmond and tell her that which I felt, despite the inappropriate age-difference.

“Well I don’t live all that far from there now,” she emailed, “Do you still feel like coming back to tell me?”

Having been a creature of impulse all my life, I was on the first plane out of Sydney, Tuesday morning.

Barely four weeks since I completed the same thirteen-and-a-half hour haul out to ‘Frisco en route to Denver, at least I could look forward to a different forwarding flight – to Columbus this time. I felt like a drive – which was just as well, Springfield is some ninety-five minutes due west of the city (OK, eighty minutes the way I drive) along Interstate 70.

Picking up a Chrysler Sebring from a cute little brunette, resident at Thrifty’s sales desk at Columbus International, I hit the highway, wondering what seven years or so might have done to my recalled images of young Amy. Then I glanced in the rear-vision mirror. Yikes! what had those same years wreaked on my crowning glory, not to mention that unsightly roll gathering prominence around my waistline. For a moment I hoped that her looks had faded too – somewhat levelling the playing field, I rationalised.

The Marriott Courtyard on South Fountain, sandwiched between West Main and West High Streets is a class act any way you look at it and the food they dish up in the Meta Urban bistro there is worth a stay in itself.

Unpacking the small amount of luggage I had brought, I called Amy’s cellphone, it being mid-afternoon.

“Hello,” she answered, almost shyly. The soft voice sounded exactly as I remembered it.

“Is it too late in the day for hotcakes?” I enquired.

I suspect she was about to say “Pardon me?” but then I heard a little gasp of surprise instead.

“Is that you Noel?” she asked breathlessly. “Are you in Springfield already?”

“Well either that, or you’re talking to some incredibly well- programmed hologram sweetheart,” I told her. “Yep just checked into the Marriott Courtyard Hotel – you know where that is?”

“Oh yes,” she answered, “Want me to come over now?”

“Up to you,” I countered. “You can just send me an email instead if you prefer.” She giggled…the most delightful of girlish attributes.

“I’ll Trabzon Escort take my chances,” she whispered.

“Silly girl,” I replied hitting “end call.” Wonderful thing international roam!

Not forty minutes later, the lightest of knocks on my door.

“Thank God, my hot-cakes at last.” I said, swinging wide the door to my suite.

Takes a lot to surprise me. What stood on my thresh-hold definitely surprised me. Now she looked only nineteen…if that! Same hair, same face – same beautiful figure..absolutely nothing changed. I was almost embarrassed to be there.

“OK Amy,” I muttered “This some sort of illusion? You got George Lucas’ Industrial Light and Magic working on your case? What’s the story here?…you hardly look a day different!”

Her blushing just made her look younger still.

“Well, I guess you may as well come in sweetheart.” I told her, taking her arm and propelling her into my room. Catches like this you definitely don’t toss back in the river, let alone the Ohio

“Would you like a drink Amy?” I asked, glancing towards the mini-bar. “Nothing less than ten bucks a can I’d be guessing. Maybe if we BOTH have one they’ll discount the bill at check-out?”

“Why don’t we go out and have something?” she suggested, smiling prettily.

I wasn’t really listening, taking in the vision standing there. Short but ultimately tasteful little midnight-blue skirt, cream colored top with lacy edging and the same tiny gold pendant she had worn that day in New Richmond. Flawless little face with not a line to suggest she was now into her mid twenties. Her blonde shoulder-length hair was cut much the same as it had been all those years ago. Worse, my fully depraved faculties were wishing she had worn that sexy school uniform again. I thought it best not to mention this particular fact.

Putting my arm around her waist, I found a pair of lips in close proximity to my own. Does a cat pass-up a sparrow within a paw’s reach? No way – nor was I likely to allow so golden an opportunity to pass unchecked.

She tasted even better. Slipping her arms around my neck, she returned my kiss with much the same passion I recall us mustering that day down by the Ohio river.

“Yeah, well about that little walk,” I coughed nervously. Another few moments like this and the “do not disturb” sign would have been getting a work-out!

Again that cheekiest of smiles. I just grabbed her hand and we took off.

Strolling northwards along Fountain Avenue we came across a hospitable little eatery called “Station 1.” Whilst not exactly a five star restaurant….it is after all, eat-in or take-away, the menu was good and the décor acceptable. I had me an enormous ham and turkey club sandwich that was big enough to need scaffolding, while Amy settled for their “Philly Cheesesteak” – a tempting steak, onion, peppers and provolone creation that would satisfy anyone nudging starvation. We shared a plate of french fries.

Conversationally we touched on anything and everything from recalled moments of shared intimacy that day in New Richmond, to “Dubya’s” likely short-term hold on the Presidency. I learned that Amy was basically unattached, as was I of course, and that despite the occasional boyfriend, no one had yet put down a holding deposit. Not that Amy herself had come across anyone likely to be invited to do so.

Pigged-out and refreshed, we strolled back along Main Street looking at a few shops but ultimately conversation of a wholly different nature seemed to be indicated and thus we returned to the Courtyard.

Seating herself demurely on the edge of the bed while I shifted a few things into the cupboard, she giggled softly.

“This is way comfier than last time I was with you.”

Whether by design or accident, I rather think the latter, I could hardly fail to notice suddenly Trabzon Escort Bayan that the hemline of her skirt had shifted well up her thighs and if that wasn’t a glimmer of enticing light-colored material snuggling up there just beyond the periphery of my up-skirt vision, then fancy was outstripping reality.

I sat down beside her.

“You thinking what I’m hoping?” I asked her softly.

“Uh huh,” was all she muttered. It was all she had to.

The thing about lacy little blouses is, they’re such fun to unbutton. Most especially when beneath, one comes across the skimpiest of silky bras that the designers have so thoughtfully equipped with a front clasp. Even as Amy lay back on the coverlet, her hair splayed attractively all over the pillow, I kissed her still rather petite breasts through the almost transparent material whilst dexterously unhooking her bra cups. Sliding them aside, her pretty breasts lay exposed to my vision just as they had all those years ago. I desired them equally and even as I drew down softly on her right nipple, feeling imminently, the softness swell between my lips, I could sense her body tensing momentarily – not with any trepidation I knew, but rather the knowledge of what was to come.

“You are the most beautiful girl Amy,” I whispered to her, running my hands across both breasts and teasing her nipples to the erect stage I think we both wanted to see them. She looked up me with the same vulnerable appeal that she had that day when still eighteen and I caressed her hair and kissed her gently on the lips.

I think it was at that point it turned serious!

She made no move to resist me as I tugged that tight little skirt higher, exposing fully now her pastel blue undies…which, if not a girl’s most erotically charged undergarment, is the gateway to unfettered pleasured fantasy.

Applying the gentlest of friction to the front of her panties I revelled in her escalating desire and slipping my hand beneath the waistband, located the true heat source, concealed as it was ‘midst a downy softness that no man-made fibre could replicate.

Hastily peeling her panties down I separated her labia and commenced a lateral caress of her wonderfully soft and moist inner lips. Her wide-eyed acceptance of her immediate fate fully approved and date-stamped.

“Do I have to tell you what I felt that night Amy as I drove away from New Richmond?” I muttered softly, kissing her intermittently.

“I had tears in my eyes all the way back to Columbus,” if you really want to know.” She looked up at me, those same tears in her eyes now.

“I want you,” she whispered barely audibly. She needn’t have!

“Yeah? Well guess what? I ain’t rushing off this time sweetheart.” I told her. As I spoke, I parted her legs and having already extricated what might be considered, my “tool of trade,” positioned myself where I knew others must inevitably have been….though none could ever claim to have been there first. It wasn’t an aspect needed further contemplation I figured.

It’s kind of an old cliché to say we were then “lost in the rhythm,” yet this is how it was. Not a case of two biologically driven teenagers answering the call of lust. No “obligatory” union between long marrieds that rarely gets out of first gear and definitely no fumbling amateurs hoping for the best, yet discovering the least. We made love, pure and simple and at the point she clung to me as I substantially raised her fluid level, she smiled up at me with that sexy “cat that just finished off the cream” expression that girls are so good at.

“That was soo loving,” she whispered, fully in a post orgasmic haze now. I was floating too, on an ocean of my own making. This was no more than the aperitif.

I think I had her naked in less than a minute and under the covers, where I joined her for early afternoon Escort Trabzon mass. Pulling her astride me, it was very much a case of “Father Forgive me for what I know I’m going to do!”

That hot little mouth was more than willing to share its pent-up desire with my own. Kissing her with all the passion I could accrue, I had to admire her complete mastery of the occasion. Spreading her legs to the max to thus allow her access to guide me deep inside her, I was left with my own hands free with which to explore her youthful body and its many interesting crevices.

No matter what your experience in these things, all girls are different and each one weaves an individual magic all her own. I have had the greatest fortune to have been dealt the opportunity to caress many young girls hot little bottoms, some of dubious age I will be the first to admit. Each and every one has been a treasured moment in time and Wednesday’s exploratory of Amy’s sexy little rear-end was definitely no exception. There is actually nothing greatly more arousing than smoothing your way over a young girl’s rearward curves, even as you thrust up hard inside her. Her vulnerability at such times is extreme and its kinda fun also to wonder what her father would be thinking, if only he knew.

With her firm breasts making the most delightful contact with my upper chest and her hair all over my face as she wriggled contentedly, I can’t actually picture a more pleasant position to be in.

“Three more thrusts should do it,” I was thinking somewhat proudly. As it happened, two was all it took and even as she ground her hips against mine to better facilitate that final delivery mechanism, I pulled the hair from her eyes, so’s I could watch her expression as I pumped everything I had left deep inside that most private of feminine receptacles.

“You’re trying to kill me Amy, right?” I spluttered between my on-going respiratory distress, “Death by pleasure – that’s the intent here I’m guessing.”

“Can’t you keep up with a twenty-five year old?” she giggled softly.

“Twenty-five?” I replied. “I’m pretending you’re almost fourteen sweetie, what’s your problem!”

“You’re disgusting,” she fired back, “But c’mon I want you to fuck me again.” She wriggled her hips once more, as if I even needed further encouragement.

“Ohh, this is getting serious Amy,” I muttered. “You’re using the “f” word now. Have you no shame?”

“Not with you,” she giggled as I manoeueverd her on top of me, but on her back this time.

There is no more vulnerable a position than this for a girl. Her breasts wholly at your digital mercy, her pussy too…especially if she opts to spread her legs to the limit of her muscular capability. If you can’t get her pregnant in that pose – give it away my friend.

From my viewpoint, pretty much going through the motions, given my fully depleted stock but Amy was far from replete.

Rubbing and pulling her breasts like the deviate I can be, I had her whimpering and moaning with consummate ease. Though I’m not sure it wasn’t my pleasured moaning I was actually hearing. No matter, finding that I was now able to ease a finger inside her as well as my vitally interested penile insert, was really hot stuff. Teasing her clitoral hood at the same time I was fucking her, really got the job done.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” She cried, fully over the edge and quite past any semblance of controlled emotion. Unsure just how long I could maintain this level of aggravated sexual conduct myself, I began to kiss her neck and this, to my everlasting gratitude, brought forth the desired conclusion.

I held her breasts tightly, even as she was transported by one tsunami of an orgasm. I felt it radiating outwards…I think I even contributed a last few cubic millimeters of sticky stuff myself. Can’t be sure though.

The next eight hours we simply slept together blissfully. Amy cradled in my arms with her back to me as I nuzzled her neck and shoulders. Sex is great but closeness is everything.

As I said to her when we woke just a few hours ago.

“Where the Hell do we go from here?”

(c) Peter_Pan 2006

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That’s odd, she thought as she heard the door open. There was only one person who would just let himself in, and he almost always gave her fair warning, if only to make sure she was alone. He had a key, not because they were exclusive, but because she allowed him to use her shower, his apartment being too far from his job for convenience, and they had had an easy on again off again friends with benefits relationship.

They both saw, read had sex, with other people, but seemed to always come back to each other. It was comfortable yet still exciting. They each knew just the right places to touch, hands and mouths. In a strange kind of way they were connected, but not tied. Her friends knew him as Mr. Wednesday because that was when he would usually show up, so she usually kept her Wednesday nights open for him. He hadn’t called or come over in weeks.

She put her book aside, thinking to change out of her flannel jammies, but went out to meet him in them, curious what prompted this unannounced visit on a Monday. She could tell the minute Van Escort he had had a bad night. He was a paramedic, trained during his days as a Navy corpsman, three tours of duty in Afghanistan was all she really knew. He didn’t talk about the details, just told her because she noticed a tattoo on his chest.

She started to ask, he just shook his head as he put his bag down. His face pale under his tanned face, eyes dark with some emotion she couldn’t read, his mouth tight. He took her hand in his and led her to the couch pulling her onto his lap as he sat. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck breathing in her clean scent. He held her there for what seemed a long time, her hand stroking his short hair, her head leaned back.

Without warning she felt the change in him. His erection started to grow, pressing into her ass. His hands moved over her, one of them cupping her breast as his mouth began to ravish her neck. The situation went in the space of a heart beat from simply comforting to overwhelming need. Van Escort Bayan His hands started to work the buttons of her top, wanting to get at the soft skin underneath.

Get them off if you want to keep them in one piece, he told her. She stood between his legs and whipped the top off, shimmied out of the bottoms and kicked them away. She stood there wearing just her thong. He pulled her by the hips into his face, his mouth open, his tongue working through her scrap of silk, unerringly hitting her clit.

She held onto his shoulders for dear life as the first wave hit her. Oh, how she loved his hands and mouth on her, any way he wanted it. He yanked the thong off, she heard the rip, she lost more underwear this way, but could not care right now. The heat of his mouth on her bare pussy sent her into a screaming orgasm, and she would have fallen down if he had not had such a solid grip on her as his tongue worked her clit, his fingers dipping into her wetness.

He picked her up and turned them both around until Escort Van she was on the couch, and he was standing, straddling her legs. She reached for his belt, undoing his pants with nimble fingers. Within seconds he stood there, pants and boxers around his knees. She took him in her mouth, her eyes still shining with the rock my world orgasm he had just given her. He stood there for a while, letting her work her magic mouth on his tool.

She was into it, loving the feel of him in her mouth, her hand cupping his balls, her thumb working that spot where they connected. She felt him lean sideways, he was fumbling for his wallet, and the condom he always carried there. She heard the foil rip, and his hard thrust into her mouth told her she was about to get Fucked.

She leaned back as he sheathed his cock in the latex. He pulled her ass to the edge of the couch, positioning his cock at the opening of her pussy. He pulled her leg up over his shoulder, holding her right where he wanted her he thrust once, held as she gasped. He waited for a second for her to get used to him, then began to pump in a steady rocking rythm

He wanted it to last longer, this was exactly what he needed. Bad night, good fuck was the last thought he had when he felt her orgasm start, and let his go to join her.

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My wife had been looking forward to this night’s outing for a while. Today she’d spent most of it getting prepared. I was handed the kids, wished good luck, and she was off, her hairdressing appointment uppermost in her mind.

I spent the day looking after the kids. Mary came back from the hairdresser and primped and preened, spending time on her nails, choosing the outfit she would wear (Again. I don’t know why. I already knew what her final choice was going to be, so she should.), doing her make-up, redoing her make-up, generally panicking in case she wasn’t ready on time.

An hour or so before we were due to depart Nikki, the baby-sitter, turned up. This released me from baby-sitting duties, presumably so I could go and get ready. Not needing two hours to get ready and not wanting to stand around in a tuxedo for ages I deferred everything in favour of watching some TV and assuring Mary that I would be ready on time.

After half an hour of pointed comments, getting more pointed all the time, I wandered off to have a shower and get dressed. But there was no way I was putting on that bow-tie and coat until two minutes before we walked out the door.

I had my shower and strolled back into the bedroom. Now I was naked. So would you be if you had a shower in your own en suite, the one attached to your own bedroom. Like I’m going to get dressed before walking out of the en suite and into the bedroom.

It turns out that maybe I should have got dressed before walking out of the en suite and into the bedroom. Nikki was standing in the bedroom, burrowing into one of Mary’s drawers. She was holding several packets of new stockings in her hand. Presumably Mary was afraid of a ladder in her current pair and sent Nikki to grab some spares.

So there am I in all my glory, and there was Nikki, looking at me. At first she just saw that it was me standing there, and held up the stockings.

“Just grabbing these for Mary,” she said, smiling. “She’s panicking in case she gets a ladder and doesn’t have any spares.”

“That’s what I figured,” I thought, watching the smile on Nikki’s face sort of slip sidewards as she took in my lack of attire. She now had a red tinge to her cheeks and a rather stunned look. I, naturally enough, expected her to bolt, stammering apologies. Hey, it wasn’t up to me to apologise. My bedroom, after all, and she should have heard me moving around in the en suite.

The trouble was Nikki didn’t bolt. She just froze in place, staring at me. Even that wouldn’t have been so bad, but she was staring hard at my software.

Nikki had always seemed a nice quiet young woman, quite pretty in her own way. We’d known her for several years and I always got on well with her. I teased her a little when she first started developing, giving her what was probably her first wolf whistle. Now she was a mature young woman of around eighteen or nineteen and she was staring hard at me.

The immediate result was that my software became hardware. It seemed to have a mind of its own and it stood right up, waving gently to her, effectively saying, “Hi, pleased to meet you.”

Nikki’s cheeks went from a pink tinge to a bright red as she watched the transformation. Finally deciding she was at the wrong place at the wrong time she turned, spluttering apologies, and headed for the door. Just in time to meet Mary, who was coming to see what the delay was. The look on her face was worth money to see.

“Hey, not my fault,” I put in quickly. “I just came out from my shower and Nikki was here, perving on me. Blame her.”

“What? I wasn’t perving. I was getting the stockings. He just walked in without clothes.”

“Nikki, shower,” I said, pointing towards the en suite, “clothes,” pointing to the tux hanging from the hook on the door. “All you had to do was turn and leave.”

“Not my fault,” she muttered. “I got distracted by that thing wriggling around and waving at me.”

“Haven’t you seen one before?” asked Mary, giggling.

“Of course I have,” protested Nikki. “But I just haven’t Tekirdağ Escort seen one go from lying down to attack mode before.”

Mary laughed outright at that comment.

“Don’t mind me,” I said. “I’m just here to get dressed. Feel free to discuss me as though I wasn’t here. Better yet, just chase the child away. I have something I want you to do.”

“What?” Mary said with a hint of outrage in her voice. “I’m all dressed and ready. I’m not doing anything that might mess up my outfit or make up. Nikki caused the problem. Let her fix it.”

Nikki sounded off with a very shocked sounding, “What?”

I chipped in at the same time.

“Give the kid a break, love,” I said, laughing. “She wouldn’t know what to do with it.”

“Lot you know,” said Nikki, sounding irritated. “I do so know.”

“Then there’s no problem, is there,” said Mary. “You can give him a hand job or a blow job or even push him onto the bed and screw him. Just fix his little problem or he’ll be walking around like that all night.”

Unlikely. If the women had the sense god gave a goose they’d both get out and let me get dressed. I had no doubt that my hardware would return to a software state.

“What, you seriously expect me to, ah, attend to Simon’s needs?” asked Nikki incredulously.

“Oh, I wouldn’t expect you to actually screw him,” Mary said smoothly. “I fully realize that you’re rather a small girl and he does have a bit of size on him. Still you could give him a hand.”

“Leave the girl alone, Mary,” I said softly. “Can’t you see she’s scared rigid at the idea of having to face what I’ve got. Give her a few more years of playing with the boys.”

“I am not scared,” snapped Nikki. “I just don’t choose to.”

“It’s OK, Nikki,” said Mary with a smile. “We quite understand.”

“Sure,” I put in. “After all, you’ve only just turned eighteen, haven’t you?”

“I’m nineteen. I’ll be twenty in a couple of months.”

“Whatever,” I said derisively, sitting on the bed.

‘You’re laughing at me,” protested Nikki.

“No, not really,” said Mary quickly. “It’s just that you seem rather mature at times and I forget how young you really are.”

“Quite,” I said, smiling broadly. I made little shooing gestures with my hands, indicating that she should leave.

“He’s not that big,” Nikki told Mary, before looking very pointedly at me.

“You’re not that big, Simon. I could handle you without any problems.”

“I’m sure you could,” I said politely. “Just not today, eh?”

The way Nikki was acting you’d think we were insulting her rather than letting her off the hook. She was almost spitting in her anger. She quite literally yanked down her panties.

“Go on,” she snapped. “You try it. You’ll see I can handle you.”

“Yes, Nikki,” I said agreeably, “but I think what Mary was expecting was for you to come down on me, not me lie you down and take you. Let it go. We won’t give you a hard time.”

My attempt at easing the situation was not helped by Mary giggling.

“What’s so funny,” I asked.

“Giving her a hard time,” sniggered Mary, glancing at my erection.

“I can take anything you’ve got,” insisted Nikki, apparently thinking that I was disparaging her womanhood in some way.

“Yeah. You show him, Nikki,” goaded Mary.

Nikki looked at me sitting on the bed, erection still in plain sight. I could practically hear her thinking. “I can do this, no worries. How dare they suggest I’m just a kid? I’ll show them.”

She started edging closer to me. I just sat there, watching, not saying anything to scare her away. Then she was standing right next to me and her hand reached out to touch me. She closed her hand around my erection and for a second just froze. I could see the desire to let go and run battling with her pride. She did not want to admit she was doing something silly.

She unfroze, sliding her hand up and down my shaft, a look of determination on her face. Then she was climbing up on the bed, straddling me. She hitched Tekirdağ Escort Bayan her skirt up out if the way, tucking it into her waistband, then she pulled my cock towards her, looking more nervous all the time.

If either Mary or I had said a word she’d have panicked and bolted. As it was she steered my cock between her legs until it was pressing against her pussy. Slightly to my surprise she was wet and getting wetter by the second. Her determination had aroused her.

She pressed down, and I felt myself slip between her lips, heading home. I didn’t try to push up into her; it was her show and she was running it. She was breathing heavily and she was also slowly settling onto me. She wasn’t a virgin, thank god, so that was one little thing I didn’t need to worry about.

I think she got a small shock as she sank down. I do have a generous package, and I don’t think she really understood that until I was entering her. Now she found herself being stretched more than expected, and she was getting nervous.

“Don’t let it worry you,” I said as soothingly as I could. “If it’s too much I’ll understand.”

I’m not sure exactly what she said in reply as she said it very softly. I will say that it sounded as though she was calling someone a bastard, but I’m sure I must have been mistaken. She did seem to find a new lease of life, however, and was pressing down harder, settling onto me more quickly, her actions a lot firmer.

I felt her pussy bumping up against my groin and Nikki suddenly had a very smug expression on her face. Nikki sat there for a moment, apparently savouring her victory. She was brought back to reality in a hurry.

“A nice start, Nikki,” said Mary, “but Simon does have to get ready and he can’t do that while you just sit there. I take it you do know what to do now?”

Nikki flushed and glared at me for having the temerity to laugh.

“Of course I know,” she muttered, and proceeded to demonstrate.

She flexed her legs, sliding smoothly up and down my shaft. Now that she’d finally started the main show I wasn’t backward about doing my part. I pressed forcefully up to meet her, helping to set a nice tempo, holding onto her hips to prevent her from galloping away. (And, quite possibly, to stop her getting away if it dawned on her just what she was doing.)

I’ll say this for Nikki, now that she had committed herself she was an enthusiastic partner, happily bouncing on me with great abandon. I was working hard to keep up with her. Not that I minded the hard work. Some things a man just has to do.

Things were going very smoothly. My arousal was peaking and it was plain for all to see that Nikki was getting completely carried away. Her eyes were closed and she was looking heavenwards, frantically bouncing, building up a real head of steam. It’s fortunate that we have built in relief valves.

Nikki was squealing now, giving tongue loudly as the pressure built up inside her. I took a small hand in what was going on, pushing hard to speed things up. My relief valve blew, and I could feel myself venting into Nikki. A few moments later hers blew, very loudly, and she shuddered and shook while riding it out.

I relaxed back onto the bed while Nikki just slumped against me, breathing hard.

“Right. If you’ve quite finished mucking around, Simon, I wish you’d take another shower and get ready,” complained Mary. “We have to go soon. You look as though you need a shower, too, Nikki. I’ll go and tuck the kids into bed while you have a quick one.”

Mary sailed out of the room and I lifted Nikki onto her feet, rising up off the bed myself. I steered her into the en suite and started stripping off her clothes.

Nikki just stood there like a stuffed doll for the first few moments, so I had her almost fully naked before she worked out what was going on. She gave a squeal and slapped a hand across her breasts when I took her bra off.

“What do you think you’re doing,” she gasped. “You can’t undress me.”

“I already have,” Escort Tekirdağ I pointed out. “You can’t shower with your clothes on.”

I propelled her into the shower, flicking on the water as I did so. (It’s my shower. I know just where to set the taps so the water is nice and warm.) As far as Nikki was concerned, one moment she was dressed, the next she’s naked and in the shower.

“Alright,” she snapped. “I’ll have a shower. I don’t need you in here with me.”

She sounded a trifle upset, as if the truth of what had just happened was suddenly getting through to her.

“Yes, you do,” I said softly, turning her around to face the wall. “Put your hands on the wall and lean on them.”

“What? Why? What are you doing?”

Rhetoric questions, all of them. It must have been obvious what I was doing. My hand was between her legs, easing her lips apart, and my cock was pressing against her.

“You can’t expect me to be satisfied with one quick bounce on the bed,” I told her. “That was really just a warm up. Now relax a little.”

I was pushing firmly into her, sliding smoothly down a passage that seemed eager to welcome me back. Nikki was leaning forwards against the wall, as instructed, going, “But, but, but”.

I never did hear what her objection was going to be. My cock slapped home and started its magic dance, while my hands reached around her and took hold of her breasts.

I had a couple of things in my favour this time around. One was that Nikki was already aroused from the previous time and it would be easy to build on that arousal. The other was that I’d already shot my wad and would need time to reload, letting me have more time for my fun.

I drove into Nikki hard, right from the word go. (I said the word. I’m not sure Nikki would have.) Nikki gave a couple of odd sounds, sounding as though she was choking off swear words, that she got with the action, pressing firmly to meet me.

With Nikki’s happy help I took her hard and fast, pumping away in what could only be described as a lusty manner. At the same time my hands were playing with her breasts, fondling and squeezing them, enjoying the soft feel of them in my hands.

Like I said, Nikki was already aroused from the earlier episode. It wasn’t long before she was gasping, little cries coming from her as she headed inexorably towards another climax. Then it hit her, and I could feel her trying to close around me and hold my cock within her while her orgasm tore its way through her system.

I relaxed a little, letting her have her fun. As her climax peaked and died away I picked up from where I left off. Like I also said, I needed time to reload, and I wasn’t loaded yet. I very quickly re-established the nice rhythm we’d had going. Mind you, for a few moments Nikki was all, “Wait. What are you doing?” but I figured she’d work it out fast enough.

She finally gasped out, “Oh, god. You’re a male nympho,” and got with it, pushing to meet me, and doing a damn fine job of it. (I prefer the term Satyr, myself. Male nympho sounds rather degrading.)

She’d had her fun so I felt justified in just suiting myself from that point on. Her hearty cooperation definitely contributed, I will say that, as I banged her hard, warm water running over us and adding an erotic element to everything.

My second climax was damn hard work. I guess, truth be known, I’m not a satyr, but an opportunist, taking what was in front of me before it could escape. Still, I did get there, banging in extra hard at the end, letting her know I was through. Oddly enough she was through as well, climaxing a third time. Women have an unfair advantage over men in that area. At least, she can’t complain that I left her wanting more.

After that it was out of the shower, a quick dry, and on with that blasted tuxedo. I was in full kit before Nikki even left the en suite. I wandered out to Mary and we complimented each other on our appearances. Then we had to wait for Nikki to finally show up.

I don’t know. It took that woman so long to finish her shower and dry her hair that the taxi driver was banging on the door before she came waltzing out. Take a bit of liberty with a girl and they assume it’s carte blanche to do as they like. I hope she doesn’t expect to have sex every time she babysits. I’m not sure I could cope.

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Sharon was off in the Caribbean somewhere with her quilting group, and I’d exhausted the casseroles in the freezer with a week and a half still to go, so I was hanging out at Buffalo Wild Wings with Frank, watching the NBA finals. LeBron James was on his third foul, and I was on my third margarita. Frank had been saying something about my being in a slump with Sharon away, but I really wasn’t paying much attention.

When the Cavs lost the game and my twenty-dollar bet was officially toast, I started to order a fourth margarita but Frank grabbed my wrist. “You’ve hit your limit, buddy,” he said sadly. He picked up the tab and said “You’re coming home with me. You can’t drive yourself anyway.” I grumbled, but I really didn’t have the energy to argue the point.

So we wound up at Frank and Kim’s house. Kim is this Japanese girl who Frank met Sivas Escort and married while he was in the Navy – they make quite the contrasting couple since he’s big and hairy and she’s petite and delicate. She glared at Frank when he brought me in, and I flopped on the couch while the two of them went into the kitchen. They started arguing about something, but their voices were low and I couldn’t make out the details. I’d have left, but Frank had my keys.

Eventually they came back to the living room; Frank went into the back of the house while Kim sat down next to me, taking my hand and holding it in her lap. Her eyes were very serious as she told me, “Frank say you really don’t know what to do without your wife around. We take care of you tonight – but you have to not drink so much.” Her accent was really cute, and I nodded politely. “Thank you Kim, I can crash on your couch, no problem.” She shook her head. “No couch. Guests get a proper bedding so you don’t have bad hangover in the morning. Frank will fix everything.”

If I’ve learned anything from twenty years with Sharon, it’s that you don’t argue with a woman whose mind is made up. Besides, the last margarita was hitting me pretty hard so when she stood and tugged my hand, I got up just a little wobbly and followed her meekly into the Sivas Escort Bayan back of the house.

I figured Frank was cleaning up the guest room, but what Kim brought me to was obviously the master bedroom. The sheets were turned down, and there was a set of silk pajamas on the foot of the bed that looked roughly my size. Kim spoke up before I could protest. “Honored guest gets best bed – bathroom is in there, brush your teeth and clean the bar smell off you first. You have good night.” Then she left, closing the bedroom door behind her.

I yawned, and decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I cleaned myself up and even brushed my teeth, then put on the pajamas – they felt odd against my skin, but I was used to my J.C. Penneys specials. I’d thank them in the morning, but right now the pillows were calling out for my head.

It’s a funny thing about sleeping in a different bed – your dreams can get awfully strange. Somewhere in the middle of the night I was convinced I was relaxing in a hot tub, with the warm water roiling thickly around me, the bubble jets making my cock throb while faceless people wandered nearby from some kind of party. I started humping the water, then a voice said “Let me take care of that” and a mouth descended over my erection, fingers stroking between Escort Sivas my thighs.

I rolled my head back and blinked a few times, as the sky above me blurred and became the ceiling of the bedroom. My cock was rampantly erect inside a clinging busy mouth, and my naked body was writhing while fingers brushed teasingly under my balls. Well, hell! I opened my mouth to say something but Kim pressed one dainty hard-nippled breast against my lips to shut me up.

Wait.

Kim was just barely five feet tall. If that was her breast in my mouth, then…

Her hands laced around my head and held me tight as my cock erupted, filling the mouth that couldn’t possibly be hers. I couldn’t stop if I’d tried, and I was too aroused to try. I came and came till I was drained and twitching.

Kim rolled off me and starting gently massaging my face and chest while I lay there on my back, gasping. Meanwhile, Frank got up on his knees between my legs and I watched him swallow, his Adams apple bobbing. Kim’s face hovered over mine, upside-down. Her eyes peered deep into mine, and her voice dripped honey and oil into my ears.

“Frank is a very good boy, isn’t he. Are you a good boy too?” She reached down past my stomach and petted my softened cock. “I think you will be a very good boy.”

I opened and closed my mouth stupidly. Kim glided above me, and I watched her lightly fringed pussy open and come to my face. Frank was massaging my ass, his finger teasing between my cheeks.

I opened my lips and stuck out my tongue. I wanted to be a very good boy.

/ END /

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He didn’t live far from me. His home was also on LSD, also old, four stories tall and all his. We were quiet because of servants and he led me into a little elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

“I have three spare bedrooms, if you like.”

“What would I do with all three?”

He smiled, but it was a patient smile, the smile of a man who recognized defense mechanisms. “This is my room. You can join me or not,” he said simply and stepped inside.

I took a breath and followed him. It was all in navy with a soft cream carpet. The paintings on the walls were originals, the fabrics expensive, the view pure. He pulled off his shirt and sat to tug off his boots. I stood there in my greasy coveralls and felt massively out of place.

With a steadying breath I kicked off my boots and pulled my socks off, and then unzipped the coveralls. The zipper hit the crotch and I realized he was watching me, shirtless.

I stepped out into my bra and panties and for a moment remembered Gunnar, with a guilty flash. I don’t know what Patrick was to me, but I knew I didn’t want to think of Gunnar at that moment.

“You actually work like that?”

“Long story, but yeah. Keeps me cool.”

“It would drive me crazy inside of five minutes. How the hell does Cal work?”

“Nice to know seeing me like this makes you think of another man, Patrick.”

“Can’t blame me for being curious.”

“You know what I like in bed. Cal likes it too, and I don’t want to wield a whip.”

Understanding dawned and he reached for me. I stepped to him, between his legs, and let him look his fill. “Do you always need a whip?” he asked softly, meeting my eyes.

I smiled. “No, just wimps need not apply.”

He smiled and grazed his teeth on my stomach. “Fair enough.” With his arms around my waist he fell back, and I fell on top of him, only landing on my forearms kept me from slamming into his face.

I rolled off him and he followed, moving up until he laid between my legs, face to face. Rize Escort My breath caught and he lowered his mouth slowly, so I had plenty of time to say no, or pull away, but I did neither. I closed my eyes and leaned up, kissing him as much as he kissed me.

I relaxed into it and felt his hand cup my breast gently. Nothing of the anger, the power, and I understood. He knew I needed this, now I knew too. No one in my life had shown me any real concern except a man who’d given me a job and a parole officer who’d given me a break. Patrick wanted me to know it could be something else, something more than a soulless fuck.

I arched into that touch and let my hands seek every muscle, every line, enjoying the pure strength of him. He kissed my cheek, my jaw, and moved to my neck. My breath caught when he found a particularly sensitive spot and nipped there. He laved it with his tongue and when he nibbled again he brushed a nipple with his thumb.

I stroked my feet up and down his legs, eager to feel more but trapped in the pleasure. It was so gentle, so unassuming, I had never known it could be as good as it was.

I reached for his belt buckle as he found my clavicle and he rose up, pressing my hands between us. “I’m trying very hard to be a good boy and go slow. Take the pants off and I’m afraid that ravening beast will come out.”

I kissed the top of bent his head and brought my hands to feel his arm muscles ripple as he moved. When he kissed the tops of my breasts I reached up, reached behind me, and he brushed my hands away to undo my bra for me. We slipped it off and I tossed it, letting the conditioned air kiss my breasts.

His mouth was hot and wet on one nipple, his hand hard and firm on the other. I writhed there, twisting one hand in the sheets and letting the other clutch at him. His abs were hard and delicious against me as I rubbed my hips up and down and teased my clit through my panties, pressing tight against him.

He suckled until my nipple was sore and I was mad Rize Escort Bayan with desire, then he moved to the other. I was wetter than I had ever been, and still he made me wetter, hotter. I was begging him, mindlessly, without shame, and then he kissed my navel. Never had such an innocent kiss been so indecent, but at least his hands were shaking when he reached for my panties.

He peeled them down my legs and I kicked them off, and then he rolled back between my legs. I was panting, my nipples hard, my body tight, my pussy creaming under his hot breath.

He kissed me there as if he were kissing my mouth, the lightest touch, slipping his tongue against my clit and I came like a rocket. Mindless to everything else but his mouth I called out his name and bucked wildly as he suckled and drew it out.

I came down panting but he didn’t stop. No, he moved lower and thrust his tongue inside me, in and out quickly, and then moved back to my clit and flicked it. I gasped and pushed at him instinctually as if to escape but those strong muscles held me prisoner.

Then he suckled again and I came like a noisy freight train. I screamed out something, I had no idea what, and when I came down he was standing, stripping, and in the moonlight he was a god.

I scooted back and kicked the covers down and then he knelt and crawled towards me. Another kiss and before I knew it I was on my back and he was huge and hard and poised to conquer. Patrick held himself outside of me. “Look at me, Aileen. Please.”

I looked into his eyes, held it as he slid in but when he went deep my eyes fluttered closed as I moaned. The orgasms had made me tight and it felt incredible, like if he just could move a little this way-

“Aileen, look at me,” he whispered.

His eyes were so dark and it was hard not to close mine as he pulled back and sank in. It was erotically charged, a totally different kind of domination, and my breath hitched with every movement.

“I can’t…much longer…I’m Escort Rize going to…oh, god!” I moaned.

He let me close them as I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. The third orgasm built deep inside and spread outward like a burst of sunlight, and he kissed me, swallowing my cries.

This time when I came down I let my hands slide to his ass and the muscle there was incredible. I moaned from the sheer pleasure of touching it. “Aileen, you have to stop for a second, I’m too damn close.”

“You’ve been good, let go.”

“No, I shouldn’t, I-“

“So you’ll demand it of me and not offer it in return?”

He groaned, kissed me deep, and began to thrust like a jackhammer. Somehow my body responded, weak and tired as it was, and we came together in a hard, guttural peak that was a combination of sweat and pure pleasure.

When I came down he rolled us onto our sides and stayed thickly inside me. I nestled onto his shoulder and yawned. “So this is what they meant when they talked about making love. It’s nice.”

#

A startled shriek woke me and I rolled over to see a maid kneeling, cleaning up a breakfast tray that had fallen. Behind me Patrick sat up and kissed my shoulder. “Ana Lucia, don’t worry about that. I’ll ring you if we need anything.”

She nodded and took the tray back out.

“Hell, what time is it?”

“Eight.”

“I have to get to work.”

“You’re the boss, take the day off.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can. I will too. We’ll stay in bed.”

“We can’t fuck all day.”

He traced my right breast over the sheet. “Wanna bet?”

“I’m going to be late, Patrick.”

“Please stay, Aileen. Please. I’ve waited so long to see you here, to have you in my bed. And I know you, when you leave you’re going to pull back, pull everything inside you. Stay here, just a while longer. Please.”

He was right, and it was tempting. I rolled over and looked for my coveralls, dragged them close and opened my pocket, grabbed the cell phone and dialed Cal.

“Hello?” A female voice answered.

“Suki, it’s Aileen. Tell Cal I’m taking the day off, and he can too, if he wants.”

She squealed in joy and I hung up. “What now?”

“Let’s go back to sleep.”

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Aphro and Victoria Returned for a Second Helpin

There were not so many people in the arrivals hall waiting for their relatives or their friends. Within minutes of arriving, Sam noticed Aphrodite walking toward him, her eyes shining as she scanned Sam’s from half way through his body upwards, until she aligned them, straight with his eyes. That elegant smile on his lips made a whole lot of difference. Aphro’s body immediately tingled. Her lips opened slowly while with her tongue, teasingly, she licked the upper lip from the right side while she slowly moved it slowly to the other left side.

Sam’s prick jumped in his pants as her lips came closer to his, her perfume was too whorish, in a way. It was too strong for a polite lady; but maybe she wanted to influence, or better, maybe she wanted Sam to know that she was already too hot for what she came for. She gave him a light kiss on his lips as their faces got too close to each other, before she retreated backwards. People around were curious. Most people knew Sam and although he was respected by everybody, there were those who despised him. Some did so, because they were jealous; there were those who tried to enter into his bed, but Sam declined to satisfy their internal wishes. He always tried to keep his distance from the local women. Then there were even those who offered their hand for marriage; but Sam kept to his word. He was not sure if it was good for him.

Behind Aphro, there was Victoria calmly waiting her turn to hug Sam and thank him for accepting their intrusion, and spend a few days of relaxation before they go back to their lecture halls. With a quick look in her eyes he took her in his arms, hugged her and gave her a couple of kisses on her cheeks. He tried to be careful how far he will extend his intimacy. The prying eyes of the locals were always there, especially this was such a small island were nearly everybody knew each other. The news always goes around quicker than if it was transmitted by radio, television or the local paper.

Sam never cared what the people may have said, behind his back. Where ever he went around the island he was always felt welcome and respected, therefore he never cared what the people have said. Still with Victoria in his arms he noticed another young lady standing there, about a meter away behind Aphrodite. Her eyes focused on Sam’s face, looked enticingly. He gave her a second look as he focused his eyes on her’s. Her body trembled as much as there was also some tingling between her legs. She also felt some liquids cascading along the inside of her thighs.

‘Sorry Sam; meet my younger sister, Andrulla.’ Victoria introduced her younger sister, who was standing there like a statue, her eyes never left what was happing infront of her.

Sam moved closer and as he hugged her he said. ‘I’m very honoured to welcome you to Sam’s villa, and the rest of this beautiful island.’

‘Thanks and I must be also honoured that you accepted me as one of the clan.’ She teased as she jammed her crotch against Sam’s leg. Sam knew what she was after as soon as he felt her moving her pelvis up and down jamming it against his leg, but not enough that the people around did notice. ‘Sam I don’t think I can wait much more. I want to taste and enjoy the pleasure of what such a masterpiece can provide. This will be my first taste of the real thing.’ She whispered in his ear.

Sam’s hard cock jumped again in his pants as she pressed her pussy harder against his manhood, which instantly had become like a piece of hard steel. Their eyes were still focused on each other. The fire was burning stronger and stronger within their bodies as they were pressing their sexual parts against each other’s, while their pressure was increasing by the seconds. Sam with that hard cock pressing against her furnace of love; he felt embarrassed a she pushed her tongue outwards between her lips; moved it from the right to the left of her mouth scraping her upper lip, and quickly it was followed by a quick kiss on his lips.

‘I think we better move to proper and discreet surroundings where I am sure we will be safer and less embarrassed.’ Sam said as he was feeling that such actions were improper, as they were not happening in the right place with some people were actually watching to find out more about what was happening around him; not that he ever bothered although he did not want to please them. Rumours always flow quicker through the grape vine.

It did not take them long to be within the walls of his property with those high arable walls surrounding it.

Padme was there welcoming back her friends with whom she had enjoyed so many great moments, when they were there nearly three months earlier. There was the hugging, the kissing and the excitement of what was expected to happen during the next few days, even though everybody knew why the reunion happened again. Both Aphro and Victoria came back to satisfy their sexual tension and relax.

Within minutes both Aphro and Victoria Ordu Escort started to shed their clothes. Andrulla was in Padme’s arms, getting acquainted even though she knew enough about her and the pleasures she can give. She even heard a lot about the way she massaged the human body.

Andrulla wanted everything to happen at the same time. She was anxious to enjoy and experience the real pleasures of the flesh. She had heard a few things from her sister, but she was hungry to try and enjoy the real things. Victoria had recounted a few of her best experiences with Sam about the way he took her cherry. Finally she promised her sister to try and organise a trip or a meeting; which finally it actually materialized.

By the time Aphro and Victoria were completely naked, Sam had put his left hand around Andrulla’s shoulder and together they walked away until they were behind the door of his waiting bed.

Sam looked into her eyes, hugged her against his body and whispered into her ear; ‘Did you like what you feel.’

‘I could not wait any longer, Sam. I had heard enough.’ Andrulla answered so anxiously waiting to experience in practice those sexual hot dreams. Before she goes to sleep nearly every night she dreams about nothing else except Sam and his hard cock. Since her sister promised to take her on a hot sexy holiday she even masturbated before she sleeps as she fantasize about what she expects when his hard cock enters and break inside her virgin pussy.

‘Just relax. It’s very important to do so if you really want to enjoy the real pleasures, of the first time.’ Sam moved his legs slightly backwards while she pushed the zipper downwards. ‘Put your hand inside my pants and search for what you had been dreaming about, these last months?’ Sam ordered.

Andrulla’s hand was inside, before Sam had even said the words. She was shocked at Sam’s declaration. “How does he know?” She thought as she grabbed his hard cock into her hand and brought it out through the slit in his briefs.

‘It feels so damn big Sam… Do you think it will fit into my little virgin pussy?’ She asked rather concerned.

‘If you decide to go all the way, you will soon find out.’ Sam answered.

She knelt infront of him while he was taking off the rest of his clothes. She moved her hand back and forth watching the purple head disappearing and appearing with very move as small amounts of creamy liquid were flowing from the little oval slit. Her tongue appeared and with one slow move of her tongue against the opening, she tasted the flowing pre-cum for the first time.

It was Sam’s turn. He took the rest of his clothes off, then, he sat on a chair relaxing, while he watched Andrulla stripping teasingly, taking her clothes off piece after piece at her own leisure. When she was ready and totally naked she made a slow turn to show Sam, her sexy body. Sam stood up and moved about a meter away and instructed Andrulla what he liked her to do.

First he looked into those beautiful black eyes. Her hair was hanging half way down her back. She looked so sexy with those rather small breasts and hard nipples, with a rather a shade of dark coloured around her aureoles. Her body was small not more than a 32 -22-30. She had no fat on her legs with quite a gap between her upper thighs.

Between those beautiful smooth shaped thighs there were two rather swollen lips pressed together, with the slit protruding in between; rather excellently exposed. Sam moved around her, watching every detail of her naked body; something he had done over and over in Thessaloniki; when a lady decided to try her luck.

He stopped precisely behind her before he moved closer to her body. ‘Bend forward and touch your toes.’ Sam ordered as he watched her light body bending forward with his eyes focused on her ass, as it came into perfect view. ‘It’s perfect; just spot on. Now open your legs.’

He did precisely as she was ordered. Sam knelt behind her immersed in her beauty as he watched that view when Andrulla was slowly and carefully opening her legs, so slowly to let Sam enjoy the view as her pouty lips started to separate. A finger passed, just along her slit collecting the juices, which he smelled and then tasted.

‘Emmmm… when did you last changed your panties?’ Sam curiously asked while he was lifting her panties from the floor where she had dumped them. ‘Emmmm the smell is exquisite and so the still fresh liquid with which they were so well soaked… the smell of a hot dirty sexy lady is exquisitely very strong. The smell is rather intoxicating and I’m sure, that so is you dirty pussy. When was the last time you had your pussy eaten by a male.’

‘I hope the first time will be within the next few minutes.’ Andrulla answered.

Sam moved a finger within the folds, moving it backwards and forwards even giving a rub to her clitoris. He also, attentively gave a little touch to her vaginal opening. The heat within her body was multiplying fast. Sam put his mouth against Ordu Escort Bayan her pussy, gave her a long lick between her swollen lips and as he hit her little nub he started to feast on it. She cried and shouted as the first orgasm took over her. Suddenly she fell on her knees with her ass still in the air and her vaginal valley was more than exposed. His tongue moved from her clit up to her ass hole, were Sam stuck it against her rosebud.

He kept his tongue very busy until she exploded again and again. He turned her over on her back, got on top of her body in a sixty nine position and from the inside of her knees, he opened her legs as wide as he could. The flowing juices were evident of the multiple orgasms while her body was still trembling. His mouth immediately stuck against her shaved pussy, while his tongue started to collect as much juice as it could get, while moving all along her slit from her clit to her vaginal entrance.

Multiple orgasms were taking place. They had not yet stopped. She did not even care about his hanging cock over her mouth. He continued sucking her pussy with his tongue, while giving a lot of attention to her clitories. The palm of his finger never stopped moving along her super wet valley, from below her clit up to her asshole, while every now and then checking on how tight her vaginal entrance was. Slowly it crawled close enough that the tip started to stretch the opening.

Andrulla did not even feel it as she was still lost in the heavens, while Sam’s finger had found that her hymen was still intact. He continued to move his finger around before he pulled it away from her most valuable organ. Very slowly and carefully he moved it a little further downwards, until as wet as it was, he pressed it against her rosebud. Sam pressed and in his finger entered until he pushed it all the way deep inside her asshole.

Andrulla still lost in her glorious heavens did not even notice what had happened. A few times he moved it back and forth before he pulled it off from within her anal tube. Being so satisfied he moved his tongue away, turned around and rested himself on his left side watching her, coming back to her normal world.

‘What happened, Sam? Where had I been? Did you fuck me?’ Too many questions were asked. He pulled her body against his body and kissed her on her lips. ‘You smell worst than my cunt.’ She stated.

‘Who said I didn’t? I had my mouth stuck to you pussy, sucking your intoxicating smelly liquids.’ Sam answered.

‘Fuck you Sam; where is your cock? Aaaahhh… what did you put in my ass you bastard?’ She cried.

Sam did not answer, but instead he put his still dirty finger against her nose. She insulted him back. As her body was resting on her right side, Sam pulled her to him and turned her over on her stomach. Then he turned around, straddled her and pushed his finger back into her ass. With his finger he fucked her a few times and then he pulled a KY tube from a bedside drawer. After he pressed the tube and squeezed out a good blob, he continued to finger fucking her, trying to stretch her ass hole, as much as he could.

‘Please Sam; don’t fuck me in my ass. I don’t think I’m ready for that, at least not yet.’ She cried.

Sam had other ideas. He pushed her legs wide apart while she tried to resist his intrusion. Sam with his knees settled between her legs, he lowered himself and guided the head against her rosebud.

Andrulla feeling the head pressing against her ass hole tried to shake her body to try and escape, but Sam held her tight from underneath her arms. She could not move, and soon she felt the head of his hard cock stretching her anal opening. She cried no way, no way; but Sam pressed forwards and soon, even against her will and the pain, he continued pushing it into her anus; that thick purple bulbous head. Slowly it continued to penetrate deeper until it was about half way within.

Sam held it just beyond the half way until she did not shout any more. The pain had eased and Sam started to fuck her slowly. He pushed more of his truncheon inside her body and the pain started to turn into pleasure by which time he pushed his cock deeper into her anus. He fucked her slowly for the next fifteen twenty minutes making her cum a few times before he pulled it out of her stretched wide open anal entrance. It was so wide open, red coloured that it was like volcanic crater, after a huge eruption with the flowing red lava.

After that, they relaxed. When they were preparing to get into the shower Andrulla wanted to suck Sam’s still hard cock. She said that it was also a first time for her, to suck a hard cock. She also complimented Sam of how big and beautiful his cock was.

‘When are you going to take my cherry?’ She asked.

‘Have you enjoyed yourself?’ Sam asked back.

‘You are fantastic Sam. I never enjoyed such levels of strong orgasms… But my ass; I was not expecting that you will take such an advantage on me. Was it planned?’ She asked.

‘Definitely Escort Ordu not! It just was a moment’s decision. Under the circumstances, I still believe it was the right decision.’

‘I’m not going to ask why; but you had been fingering my ass for how long, I don’t know. Not so sure, but at some point, when I felt I was coming back I felt something moving there. Unfortunately I had passed out again into somewhere so beautiful… it was indescribable.’ She described her new orgasmic experiences.

‘It’s time to get into the shower as the others are waiting.’ Sam said as he walked towards the shower. Within minutes they had showered, dried themselves and walked towards the pool where all the other action was taking place.

Padme was ready with the dishes she had prepared. Victoria and Aphro were under the shower getting themselves ready, after they went through some hot sex which included Padme. She gave them both a pussy massage which naturally sent both ladies into the heavens. Not only that they sucked each other’s bodies but they also spent some time swimming.

It was time to eat, so everybody was sitting round the table recounting what happened since their arrival at the villa. Victoria tried to squeeze her sister for more of the saucy information, of what Sam had done to her. She wanted to know if it hurt, when he took her virginity, but she could not believe why he fucked her sister’s ass instead of her pussy.

No answers came, but Sam who was attentively watching and hearing the girlie talking until Aphro asked, who is next in line for the evening sessions, or better who is going to sleep with who.

As at that moment when Padme was about to start serving the desert, Sam asked Aphro to lay on her back with Victoria on top in a sixtynine position.

‘Emmmm… that’s perfect.’ Sam said as he got on his knees and examined Victoria’s behind. Those vaginal lips with liquid flowing out while Aphro’s mouth was already licking and lapping at her juices, made Sam’s already hard cock harder and harder.

Sam watched closely enough that with his tongue he was licking Victoria’s ass hole, moving his tongue around her rosebud. She cried and moaned a few times, before she lowered her mouth back between Aphro’s legs and continued lapping at her juices.

Sam’s next move was; he took his hard dick in his hand, moved forward on his knees and pressed the head against Victoria’s pussy. He pushed it in slowly, slowly until he jammed it against her womb. Then he started to fuck her, first slowly then faster and as soon as her body became nothing more than a wild fire, he continued to fuck her aggressively while her body was over taken by one orgasm dissolving into another.

Victoria had stopped sucking Aphro but not the other way round. Even though she begged both Sam and Aphro to stop, but none of them did so. The action continued for more than another fifteen minutes or so, when Sam decided he had to pull out before he can fill her with a load of cream.

Half an hour or so later Sam was ready. Andrulla was underneath sucking on Aphro’s pussy while Sam was banging Aphro from behind. Aphro took as much banging as Victoria had enjoyed. But she was not just looking. She was on top of Padme who both of them, were enjoying some lesbian love making. They were playing and sucking on each other pussies, enjoying the taste of the flowing liquids, not to mentions the pleasures they were bestowing on each other.

The activity was hot enough that the four ladies were all actively involved in the pleasures of their own flesh. Sam was about to explode. He pulled his P.C. muscle a couple times to prolong the pleasures, everybody was enjoying. But it was time that Sam could not hold longer. The first flush went straight deep inside Aphro’s vagina with the rest into Andrulla’s mouth, which she rolled around her tongue like if it was a glass of top quality wine.

It was time to sleep with the clock reading about 1.5 hours after midnight. Andrulla went with Padme to her room where they had indulged further into making love, woman to woman. Aphro and Victoria accompanied Sam to his bed, where immediately they started teasing him, again. Lowering her pussy over Sam’s mouth Aphro immediately felt his tongue penetrating into her vaginal entrance while Victoria took Sam’s already half hard mast into her mouth.

As quick as one may think, Sam’s hard cock was within the walls of Victoria’s pussy while the two ladies settled on their knees were hugging and kissing each other. That was not enough but they were also squeezing each other’s hard nipples. Victoria’s body was moving up and down while Aphro was quit enjoying Sam’s sharp tongue massing the inside of her vagina. His tongue was hitting other parts like within her swollen lips and not to forget her clit. With a couple of his fingers he was even rubbing Victoria’s little knob.

At last Sam was in heaven. The two beautiful women were moaning and trembling while the three of them were pleasuring each other in many ways at the same time. The blood was flowing through their veins and they were totally lost in one orgasm after another with Sam was about to become uncontrollable. He shot his last load of the night into Victoria’s womb.

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My heart raced as your car pulled up in front of the house. We had been talking about doing this for so long, that the fact that it was finally happening was almost too much to bear. From the moment when I suggested that “I’m alone, how’d you like me to oil you up and take you for a ride”, and you ACCEPTED, saying that it sounded great, I’d been walking around in a bit of a daze, bumping into things, almost in a fog of wonder and disbelief. This body that I used to know so intimately, these breasts whose feel I pined for, that amazing, multi-orgasmic cunt and ass that I’d plunged into with such wonderful, reckless abandon so many years before, was going to be mine to explore again.

I met you at the doorway. Your cheeks were red, flushed with anticipation. You hadn’t showered today, which thrilled me to no end. At first it was too much – we melted into an embrace, holding each other and panting. That didn’t last long – being close enough to inhale each other’s scents sent us both plummeting over the edge. We kissed hard, passionately, ferociously. I grabbed your beautiful ass and squeezed you close to me, grinding against you. I could feel that you had a thong on – my favorite. Once, at your house, I had found one of your thongs lying on the floor, and I held it to my nose and just drank you in. I had spent endless fantasies thinking of you, remembering how wonderful you smell/taste, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled you into the room, and thrust you back onto the couch. Knowing what I was after (and needing my tongue as badly as I needed to taste you), you hiked up your skirt. Your thong, soaking wet, had practically disappeared up inside of you. I knelt and drank in that aroma, that taste that had haunted me for so many years. Trembling, quivering, I slowly bent towards your still-slightly-covered cunt and planted a gentle kiss. It smelled even better than I remembered. At this point, the impatience of many years kicked in. You lifted your hips up, and I ripped your thong Mersin Escort off. Almost inaudibly, you commanded, “Stick your tongue in me”. Ever the gallant gentleman, I could not refuse such a request – I attacked your cunt fiercely, devouring your beautifully shaven pussy like a ravenous beast. You came so quickly that it surprised both of us, but that was always one of your best qualities – your ability to cum an almost infinite amount of times, seemingly perpetually. An amazing gift that I planned on unwrapping many times that day.

After your second orgasm, I had you scoot down a bit so that I could have access to your beautiful asshole. You’re one of those amazing women for whom your whole body is one big erogenous zone, and your asshole is so sensitive and absolutely sexy and beautiful. Again, the memories came back – you on all fours, me behind you buried deep in your cunt, with my big pink dildo slamming into your ass with each thrust. Sometimes switching them around, so that I could fill your ass with cum. But for now, I just wanted to see it, to taste it, to thrust my tongue inside of it. You were enjoying yourself so much – you turned around on the couch and presented me with your ass so I could have a better angle. I spread your ass cheeks wide, and gently blew on your beautiful pucker. It was wet with your juices, and I planted another gentle kiss right in the middle. You sighed with delight, so I gently started licking around the edges with my tongue. You were beside yourself, squirming so much I had trouble finding my mark. I grabbed your ass with both cheeks, and thrust my tongue inside your ass. Again you started squirming and bucking, and I shoved 3 fingers into your cunt. Within a few seconds, you came again.

Being presented with the sight of your ass on my couch was too much for me. I had conveniently not worn underwear, and slipping my shorts off was quicker than the thought to remove them. I took my cock that had been so hard Mersin Escort Bayan for so many hours and gently rubbed it against your sopping cunt. You became still. We both focused on this, wanting to savor the moment we’d both thought about for so painfully, ridiculously long. I slowly placed the head against your tight opening. Your juices enveloped me, and your cunt seemingly pulled me in. I tried to go slowly, and succeeded for a brief instance, but it was too tempting, I’d been thinking about it for too long. I grabbed both sides of your ass firmly and drove into you. I held on, just for a moment, savoring the feeling of being inside of you once more. And then it was time to fuck.

I started pounding away, and you sat there, hanging onto the couch, your pussy spread wide, just being fucked and cumming and cumming. I fucked you for a few minutes from behind, and then I wanted you to ride me. We ran upstairs and hopped onto the bed. I lay back, and in seconds you were on top of me. You hovered above me, pausing for just a moment, before you slowly lowered yourself onto my rock hard pole. Your eyes rolled back in your head with pleasure. You started to buck and ride, like the best pony ride ever. Twice more you came, flooding my cock with your wonderful juices. I slapped at your thighs, indicating that you should scoot up to my face. You planted your wonderful cunt on my lips, and I ate you to another wonderful o. And then it was time for more fucking.

I rolled you over and climbed on top of you. I kissed you hard on the mouth, so you could taste all of your delightful juices. You licked my face, devouring yourself from me. With one quick thrust I was inside of you, holding you tight, fucking you to another orgasm. I grabbed your tits and squeezed them as I pounded you. You came another time, as powerful as the first.

I don’t know if you’d noticed my freshly washed, glistening pink dildo and the lubricants when you entered the bedroom. Escort Mersin As we took a slight breather after another mind-blowing o, I nodded my head in their direction. You smiled a wicked, delicious smile, and said simply, “Oh, yeah!” I took the lube and squirted it on the dildo as you rolled over onto your tummy. I gently pressed the tip of the dildo against your wonderful, tight ass. You braced yourself, exhaling loudly. You really wanted to get double fucked, and were going to do whatever you had to to feel both of those cocks inside you simultaneously. Gently I eased it in, slowly, as you exhaled again. After the first couple of inches, you started to relax, and began pushing back against it. You were getting frantic, urgently needing the attention of my cock as well. I knelt behind you, shoving the dildo the last few inches into your ass, until all 7 inches were firmly inside of you. I entered your cunt quickly, and with each thrust, I slammed into the dildo, wedging it further and further up inside of you. You came so loudly that I was sure the neighbors could hear, but didn’t give a fuck. I was buried deep inside you, my true fuck partner, and I was going to cum as well. You came again, and as I felt you nearing that orgasm, I could feel my own swelling up, seemingly from my toes. I came so hard that I saw stars. It felt that I emptied a gallon of cum inside of your wonderful, slurpy cunt.

As you knelt there on all fours, trying to catch your breath, there was one last thing I wanted to do. I gently removed the dildo from your ass. Then I swung around so I was underneath you. You lowered your sopping went cunt, filled with my cum, onto my waiting mouth. I lapped at you like a puppy, enjoying a feast I’d dreamed about for so long.

It was an amazing day. We’d long since agreed that though we love our spouses dearly, they simply weren’t sexually compatible with us. Rather than seeking out sex from strangers or getting frustrated with our spouses, we decided that we would keep it within the bounds of our lifelong, deep friendship. We do love each other, and love sharing the joy of our bodies with each other, with someone that we trust implicitly. Our friendship is truly a gift, one that we treasured that day and on a regular basis afterwards.

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There is a new art gallery opening. The setup is unusual. It’s building has many small rooms with nooks and crannies. Not the sort of structure you would imagine for an art gallery but somehow it seems right. The rooms are low lit with accent lighting on each display. The walls are white. The floors are of dark wood with old oriental carpets. There is soft, enticing music playing. There is a smell of musk in the air. The artwork on display is of various mediums by many artists yet there seems to be an unspoken theme. Sensuality seems to permeate the atmosphere. The paintings, sculptures, pots, photographs, everything all has underlying eroticism about them. Some speak their ideas clearly; others require you to let your soul climb into them.

You are there, meandering slowly from display to display feeling each one’s message. It is late. Most of the visitors have left. There are only a few people remaining in the gallery. You are in a room alone, wandering, hands behind your back. You become engrossed in a painting. It is abstract yet you can almost see a figure in it. A woman. The longer you look, the clearer the image is to you. She is lying down. You stare at this for quite a while as it mesmerizes you.

As you gaze into the woman’s beautiful, yet distorted face, you feel a presence behind you. You don’t move. You smell a hint of lavender. A voice whispers ever so quietly to you. “Don’t move. Don’t say anything. Keep looking at the beautiful goddess before you.” You continue to look upon the woman who now does look like a goddess now.

You remain as still as possible. You are intrigued by the mysterious voice. The atmosphere surrounding you has made you slightly aroused. You feel something in your hand, still locked with the other one behind your back. It is soft, light. Spirals are being drawn on your palm, getting larger and larger as they extend up each arm. The feeling forces you to close your eyes, your head slowly falls forward. All of your senses are tuned in to the feather gliding up and down your arms. You feel your nipples become erect. You long Malatya Escort to touch them but you cannot move. The feather moves from your arms to your neck. They slither back and forth across the nape, behind your ears, in your ears. As they move to your face, you feel a body press into your back. The smell of lavender becomes stronger. Warm breath caresses your back thru your shirt. Your head falls back and grazes the hair of her. The arms of the silent woman reach under your arms pulling your hands apart. “Don’t touch anything” the voice says. Her arms are across your chest as her soft feathers are drawing circles on the front of your neck, making their way higher. They dance lightly on your face. The sensations run deeply throughout your whole body. You shiver. Your head rests on the mystery woman’s shoulder, her mouth close to your ears. Your breathing becomes deeper.

At that moment, the owner of the gallery is heard politely telling all guests that it is time to close the gallery. The woman grabs both of your hands and pulls them behind your back. She guides you to a door in the corner nearby. “Don’t make a sound” she whispers in your ear. She opens the door. It is a small closet. She slips you inside the closet and closes the door. You hear voices from the other side of the door but you cannot make them out. You don’t move, you just barely breathe. It is so dark in the closet. After what seems an eternity, you hear a woman’s voice saying good-bye. You hear light footsteps nearing the closet and then the door opens. The room outside the closet is darker than before. The woman reaches in and grabs your hands again and pulls you out. “We are alone now,” she tells you. “I have watched you all night. I saw your reaction to everything and I knew I had to have you.”

She leads you to a large white pedestal that has a bronze figure of a naked woman reaching towards the sky. You remember how that one aroused you. She takes the statue off of the pedestal and places it on another one within your view. She pushes you back so that you are leaning against Malatya Escort Bayan the sturdy structure. She moves into your chest, close. She is still holding your arms by the wrists. “Close your eyes and don’t move, ” she commands you. With your eyes closed, you feel the woman’s hands start to caress your arms, shoulders and back. They are light caresses that make you tingle. Her hands come down your chest and massage your pectoral muscles. They slink down to your sensitive nipples and pinch them. This arouses you beyond belief. Your penis longs to be touched, to be set free from it’s constraints. The fingers continue to move downward. They rub your belly and teasingly peek inside the waist of your pants. Your back arches in anticipation of what’s next. The hands unbuckle your belt, slowly and carefully unzip your pants. You are wearing no briefs. Your swollen member springs out. The hands slide your pants down your legs, fingertips grazing your skin. The woman removes your shoes then takes the pants completely off of you. You are naked from the waist down. All you have on is your turtleneck shirt. Your nipples are clearly visible thru it, erect.

The woman kneels down in front of you, her face right before your cock. It points directly to her mouth. She takes her fingertips and twirls the tip and the head as her breath flows over it. She sticks her fingers in her mouth and wets them and returns them to the tip. They make it so slippery. Her tongue slowly licks up one side of the head then circles the very tip. Her mouth opens wide and she quickly takes the full length in her mouth. You gasp. The suddenness has surprised you. She stays still, not moving, your cock clasped tightly in her mouth. You want to move it in her mouth but you have been ordered not to. You can feel your penis throbbing in her hot, wet mouth. She slowly starts to pull away, sucking deeply as she does. When she reaches the end, she sucks even harder. As the pressure is released, you ease back down her throat. She performs this three more times. After the last one, she removes Escort Malatya her mouth completely. She stands up and starts to remove her clothing. She slips her shirt over her head revealing full, large breasts tightly encased in a lacy black bra. She slides her spandex pants down her round hips and you notice she is not wearing any panties. She is barefoot. She is naked from the waist down just as you are. You cannot hold back any longer and you reach your arms out to her. She falls into your chest. Your bare legs and hips touch. Your cock pushes against her belly. Your hands cup the cheeks of her ass and her hands are on yours. She leans up on her tiptoes and whispers in your ear “I want you, NOW.”

She pulls you down to the floor lying you down on your back. She stands over you, feet on either side of your hips. Slowly she lowers herself down to your erect cock. She hovers just as it touches the hairs of her vagina. She rotates her hips sliding it around the tip of you. With one hand, she guides you to the opening. She gets down on her knees and when she does that, you slip deeply inside her. You both let out loud, deep breaths. She stays still just for a second as her pussy walls tighten around you. Then she starts to rise and fall slowly. Her hands are on your chest, caressing you. She leans down and kisses you, long deep kisses, as she moves up and down your cock. She clasps her arms around your neck and pulls you up and around. Not losing your rhythm, you both roll over so that she is now underneath. She whispers in your ear again. “Do it hard!” she says. Encouraged, you thrust into her with all your might. She wraps her legs around your waist thrusting her hips to meet yours. The tension builds in you both. She reaches down and fingers herself bringing her close to climax. Her moans and yours echo throughout the gallery. You near orgasm also. You move together as one, in perfect harmony. Feeling your legs tighten and tense up, you both arch your backs and release the pent up climax with such intensity! The screams reverberate. The orgasms seem to last forever. Finally, spent, you collapse on her. You cannot move. You are exhausted. Her arms are still locked around you. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you finally whisper into her ear…..”Who are you?”

“My name is Kisa” she says. You both lay there until you drift off to sleep.

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It was a humid July afternoon, and I had to dump yet another boyfriend earlier. It was over the same reason as usual. Let’s just say that I’m a grown ass woman with a large sexual appetite. If my man can’t keep up with me, I feel that he’s not for me at all.

Once I was home from dumping my boyfriend, it was only 2:00 PM. Ugh… if only I could drink right now. But I know I shouldn’t. Its too early for that. I put on a bikini and went out to my balcony to try and get a tan. I got comfortable on my favorite lounge chair and closed my eyes. That’s when my cell phone rang. “That better not be my ex…” I thought to myself. I was glad to be wrong. It was my best friend, Nichole.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey Ashlynn!” She chirped. “I heard about you and Sean… you alright?”

I rolled my eyes and put on a fake smile. News always spreads like wild fire here… “Yeah. I’m alright” I said blankly.

“Come on Ash…” Nichole teased. “I’m your best friend, and I call bullshit on that one.”

I let out a sigh. Nichole sometimes knows me better than I know myself. “I had to let him go… I just can’t be with someone who can’t keep up with me in bed.” I bluntly explained.

“This is the fourth one in a row you said that about.” She pointed out. “I think you must be trying to fill some kind of void, here.”

That’s when I paused. A void? “Nichole, what in the hell are you talking about?” I asked defensively.

“It was just a guess…” She sighed. “Maybe you just need a girls night? How about we go to a club tonight? You shouldn’t be cooped up in the house after a break up.”

“Ok. Sounds good, I guess” I cooperated. We hung up and I got back to my tanning. I still want to know why the hell she thinks that I’m trying get to fill a void. I mean seriously… I’m a good looking veterinarian with my own shop, I have a nice house in a good neighborhood, a nice car, food always in my fridge, and I have only myself to thank for all this. I just can’t find the right guy who can satisfy me in the bedroom. So where is this so called void?

9:00 PM rolled around and Nichole pulled up in front of my house. She honked her horn, and I was still putting on my heels. I grabbed my purse, locked the door, then got in the car. I guess I can try and have a good time tonight. “Well its about Maraş Escort damn time you came out here, haha!” Nichole teased as she applied lipstick in her mirror.

“Nic, stop it.” I said jokingly. “Also, which club are we going to? You never told me.”

“Oh, you will see.” Nichole said with a big smile.

“You know I don’t like surprises…” I started to say. Nichole just kept smiling with her shitty grin on her face. This may be a long night…

I didn’t recognize the town we were in very well. I wasn’t sure what Nichole was up to, but it was obviously no good. We were at least an hour and a half away from my house. “This is that new club that was built last year.” Nichole explained. “I thought we could check it out. Plus there’s different guys here.”

“If you sat so, Nic…” I hesitated. As we walk in the door, I don’t see anyone who caught my eye in particular… I swear almost all men are the same. Then we get to the bar, and everything changed.

I found the sexiest man in the room… and he was the bar tender. I was completely hypnotized… he had olive colored skin, perfect dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, just the right amount of facial hair, arm muscles, and no wedding ring in sight… Exactly how I love my men.

Suddenly he looks at ME and asks “What can I get for you, beautiful?”

I wanted a strawberry margarita on the rocks, but the words just wouldn’t come out right away. What the hell is wrong with me? “I’ll have a margarita.” I choked out. Dammit. I forgot to say add the strawberry part.

“Sounds good.” He says while smirking at me. Shit… he probably noticed my face turning red.

I must have forgotten that Nichole was there with me because it almost spooked me when she said “Hey Ash, I’ll be over there with those guys!” So much for a girls night…

The bartender came back with my margarita. “So I’ve never seen you come by here before… what’s your name?” He asks with confidence.

“I’m Ashlynn.” I shyly said after taking a sip of my drink.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ashlynn.” He said. “My name is Rex.” Suddenly Rex took my hand.

“May I?” He asked. I blushed and nodded. Rex kissed my hand… What a gentlemen! I couldn’t believe that this was happening!

I giggled. “So Rex… do you do this Maraş Escort Bayan with all of your female customers?” I jokingly asked. I’m almost positive that he does.

He smiled and shook his head. “Only if they are as breathtakingly gorgeous as you are… so in other words,I don’t.”

As I keep talking to Rex as he cleans up the bar, I decided that I’d want to try to hook up with him. “You know, you really seem like a true gentleman” I choke out.

“That may be true… but it’s a total different story when I’m in bed.” He casually said. I put my drink back down. “Oh. Sorry… too soon?” He asked me.

“Oh no…” I chirped back almost with enthusiasm. “Could you please explain what you mean by that?” Rex’ smile lit up.

“You see, I am a gentlemen… However I like rough sex. Because of this, I haven’t gotten laid in four months.” Explained Rex.

I raised my eyebrows. “I’m listening…” I said. I was really hoping to see where this would get me.

“Hmmm… if you are interested, I could show you better than I could tell you.” He teased. This made me wet. Now, I HAD to have him!

“I love demonstrations… when is this happening?” I asked.

Rex seemed happy with my answer. Suddenly he turns his head. “Hey! I’m going on my break. can you cover for me?” He shouted to one of his coworkers. He got the thumbs up, so he motioned me to follow him. Holy shit… I’m about to fuck a guy I just met.

He led me straight to the managers office. Nobody was in there. “Alright, Ashlynn…” He announced to me. “I’m in charge, and you are to do as I say. Don’t worry. This time I will go easy on you.” This excited me.

“You can start out by taking that dress off. Do it quickly.” He ordered. I think I’m starting to like this man.

Because I’m already a submissive little whore, I didn’t hesitate. “Yes sir.” I replied as I took my dress off. He admired my body. I picked a good day to wear marching bra and panties.

I started to take my heels off, but then he said “I want you to leave those on.” So I left them on. Once my dress hit the floor, he pointed to the desk. “Bend over.” I obeyed. Rex smacked my ass, then groped it. It hurt, yet felt so good. Everyone else is always too scared to spank me that hard. Like as if they would break me…

“I Escort Maraş love your ass, Ashlynn” He said with awe. Suddenly he took his dick out and took my panties off of me. They were already near soaking wet. “Bad girl!” He says with shock. “I haven’t told you you could cum yet, have I?”

“No sir, you haven’t.” I shyly said. I couldn’t help myself!

“Now, I didn’t want to do this, but I’m going to have to punish you.” Said Rex. I loved the sound of this a little more than I should have. Rex held my hands behind my back and raised his other hand up again and spanked me for a good minute or two. I wasn’t counting.

When he stopped, he bit my neck and whispered “How did that feel?” Into my ear. I wanted to cum so bad.

“It… felt good, sir.” I said in a weak, slap happy voice. His face went from a grin to a smile.

“Good girl.” He said in the most perfect seductive tone. I loved it. He then caught me by surprise. He gripped my wrists a little tighter. “Now… tell me who you belong to?” He whispered in my ear.

I needed to cum so bad! “You sir!” I nearly screamed. There was no way nobody in the club dancing would hear us over the music.

This satisfied him even more. This means I was also satisfied. (I’m a pleaser.) He then released my arms. He slowly walked to the other side of the desk and put his throbbing cock in my face. God, I needed him to fuck me. “Tell me…” He ordered. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

I decided to just let it all out. “Please, fuck me, Rex!” I desperately panted. “I can’t take it anymore!” I watched him stroke his cock, just to tease the hell out of me. Damn this guy is good!

This had to be the most erotic moment of my life. He walked back around, and I swear he fucked me so hard it hurt later. I’m not sure how long this lasted, but then Rex pulled out and he came on my ass.

When we were done he got a tissue box that was laying nearby and helped me get his cum off of me. “Well… I’m going to get in trouble for taking a half hour break instead of a fifteen minute one, but damn, that was worth it.”

He bragged. For the very first time, I felt satisfied, as well as happy after sex.

“Can we… do this again sometime?” I ask.

“I would love to” He said with a grin. We exchanged numbers. I glanced at my phone. Seventeen texts from Nichole.

“Shit” I said as I got my clothes on. “My friend is wondering where I am. I’ll see you soon, Rex!”

I felt like I was just given exactly what I needed. I can’t wait to tell Nichole…

**To be continued**

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Chapter One – Friday Night at the Cottage

The dishes were washed, the leftover food stored in the refrigerator and another bottle of wine opened. It was probably the fourth bottle of the evening, but on this cold winter night in late January, they weren’t going anywhere.

Will and Brigit always enjoyed visiting Ross and Kate’s cabin, but work schedules and kids kept them from taking advantage as often as the four close friends would like. But this weekend, the kids were all with grandparents or at sleepovers, and the adult-only weekend was just beginning.

Actually, Ross and Kate’s place wasn’t much of a cabin – it was more like a beautiful, full-size house that happened to sit on a picturesque lake in northern Michigan. It had everything, lots of bedrooms and bathrooms, a guesthouse, full garage, huge cedar decks and even a hot tub. It was the perfect spot for a romantic, get-away ski weekend with good friends.

The two couples had driven up north separately, Ross and Kate had arrived earlier in the afternoon to turn up the heat and lay in a fire. By the time Will and Brigit had arrived just after sunset, the whole house was toasty and glowing, in a way that is only possible on a cold winter night.

Kate was wearing a simple white cotton t-shirt that was just tight enough to show off her rather large breasts. She had purposely set the thermostat higher than usual so she could feel comfortable going braless without “nipping out”. Brigit chose a looser, low cut silk top that draped very enticingly over her nicely shaped breasts and showed quite a bit of cleavage. She knew full well that every time she bent over, everyone would get an eyeful. But this weekend, that was the point.

The two couples went way back, so long now that they couldn’t actually remember how and when they met – sometime back in college or shortly thereafter, and they remained closest of friends. Their relationship had grown over the years as they became more familiar with each other. The girls seem to enjoy flirting with the other’s mate, enticing them with an occasional flash of breasts. In the summertime, after the kids were solidly in bed, they had even skinny-dipped together, but nothing too racy had ever occurred. That didn’t mean that none of them had any fantasies about the other’s mate.

Physically, the four were all in pretty good shape, but their body styles differed greatly. Ross was tall and lanky, bordering on skinny, whereas Will was short and wiry. Together, they looked like the old cartoon characters Mutt and Jeff. Despite being over forty, both Ross and Will had admirable six-pack abs and no sign of love handles.

Kate was a bit taller than the average woman, and her large, firm breasts and small, almost boyish butt were an admirable combination. Brigit was only slightly shorter than Will, and her trim physique gave evidence to the hours she spent each week working out. Both women had beautiful breasts, but in quite contrasting ways – Brigit’s were average in size, perky and perfectly shaped. According to French standards, the ideal breast should fit into a champagne glass, and that was Brigit. Kate’s breasts were magnificent, full and round and firm, and would have no doubt spilled out of any kind of glassware.

Soon after she and Will had arrived arrived, Brigit had gone to work in the kitchen, spinning her culinary magic, preparing a gourmet meal to start the weekend’s festivities. Eventually, she had sent the boys outside to grill the rack of lamb, the barbecue positioned in a sheltered corner of the deck right off one of the big windows in the kitchen.

As the boys shivered and stamped their feet, trying to stay warm as they tended the grill, huddled outside in the alcove, Kate and Brigit started to feel guilty about sitting inside the warm kitchen. It was Brigit who suggested flashing them to “warm the cockles of their hearts”, and Kate had no problem going along. Brigit knocked on the window to get their attention, and when the boys turned and were definitely looking, she and Kate lifted their shirts, and lingered in their exposed positions longer than what would be considered a quick flash. The girls even had time to look at each other, smiling and laughing at being so bold together.

Both women were immediately aware that Will didn’t even glance at Brigit, nor did Ross look in Kate’s direction. Each husband’s eyes were trained solely on the other wife’s breasts, and the hunger in their eyes obviously had little to do with the cooking lamb. They weren’t leering or being creepy in any way, but the guys’ interest was certainly very obvious to the ladies, and they liked that.

Aware of how much Will was enjoying the view, Kate started moving her body up and down just enough to make her big tits bounce just a bit. Meanwhile, Brigit could almost feel Ross’ eyes drifting across her torso, focusing on her nipples. She liked seeing the appreciative smile sweep over his face, so she turned from side to side to give him an even better view. She even took a deep Konya Escort breath and pushed out her chest, proudly showing off.

Each woman knew she was good looking and liked having such power over men. Each woman was also confident in her own relationship with her own husband, but there was something exciting, almost arousing about having a different man stare at her body. It helped that the “other man” was a close friend with whom they were so close and liked a lot.

Out in the cold, the flash incident had caused Ross to muse “what is the most beautiful curve on a woman’s body?”

Will listed his favorites: “breasts, hips, thighs?”

But Ross surprised him by answering: “no, it’s her smile. And why is it that a woman always smiles so wonderfully when she is flashing her breasts? You see pictures on the internet, and the flashing woman always has this great look on her face, smiling so hard, like she is having a great time and really enjoying the experience. How can we get them to do this more often so they can be as happy as we are when they give us a treat like that?”

Inside, Kate asked Brigit “did you notice how Ross never took his eyes off of you? He never even glanced at me.”

Brigit replied “but Will did the exact same thing. Never looked at me. He was downright leering at your boobs. I guess they’d just prefer to see something different.”

Both women were silently thinking to themselves for a few seconds before Brigit asked “how often do you think about seeing ‘something different’, I mean would you like to see Will naked? After all these years of being married, do you ever think of having sex with another man? And if so, do you fantasize about a guy you know, or a stranger, maybe like George Clooney?”

Kate said “I wouldn’t kick George Clooney out of bed, that’s for sure. But if I was going to cheat, I’d probably pick somebody whom I really liked, and who really liked me, so that would have to be a close friend. But don’t worry – I’m not out to steal your husband.”

After a few more seconds of contemplation, Kate said “why do you ask? Would you like to see Ross take off his clothes? How much would you like to have his hands go over you like his eyes just did when we were flashing? Would you pick a stranger, or would you rather get it on with somebody you know?”

Brigit thought about it, but didn’t answer, and both women fell silent. They were both thinking about the possibilities, until a minute later when Ross and Will brought in the grilled lamb.

Dinner was exquisite, and between the food, wine, lighting and dinner music, the combination of sensory stimuli put all four people into a nice mellow mood. As they retired to the living room and flopped down into the sofa and love seat in front of the fire, Ross dashed out to check on the hot tub. Alas, he declared that it would take at least another half hour to reach an acceptable temperature. Brigit giggled and declared that she had forgotten about the hot tub and hadn’t brought her swimsuit. Will scoffed and said that given their lengthy flash as dinner was being prepared, the naked dash to the hot tub on the darkened deck should be easier.

It was Kate who said “what’s a little nudity between friends? And it’s nothing we all haven’t seen before, and I’m sure there will be more of that this weekend.” Kate noticed how Will had turned to look at her, catching her eye. He was simply looking at her with great interest and intensity. Kate had the impression that he was mentally undressing her already, and she caught herself fantasizing about standing completely naked in front of him. Not just exposing her breasts to a man other than her husband, but standing there completely undressed, allowing him to see every inch of her naked body.

Brigit leaned over the coffee table to pour herself another glass of wine, and she glanced at Ross and noticed how he was staring at her cleavage. She purposely turned just a bit to give him a better look at her breasts, which, given the loose fit of her silk blouse, she knew would be completely visible from his vantage point. She even poured more slowly and was pleased that Ross never averted his glance. Brigit knew that her breasts were perfectly shaped, but just not as big as Kate’s. So his intense gaze was her validation that her body was desirable too, and that felt good.

“So what do we do for a half hour until the hot tub reaches 104 degrees?” asked Ross. Glances were exchanged, but no suggestions. One thing was sure – the TV wasn’t going to be turned on. They all knew that would only ruin the evening.

Ross leaned over and whispered something in Kate’s ear, causing her to giggle and say: “well, this is one time I’m not going to disagree.”

Ross looked at Will and Brigit and said: “how about a game of strip poker?”

Brigit immediately complained: “I don’t think I need to have anybody see me naked. On top of that, strip poker is inherently unfair to women. We’re already showing stuff when we’re down to one piece of clothing Konya Escort Bayan whereas you guys are still technically dressed.”

Will turned to Brigit and asked: “isn’t this a good reason why you work out like a fiend every day?”

Brigit shrugged and said “well, I don’t work out so I can play strip poker with you guys. I guess I’m comfortable enough with my body. OK, but I think us women should get an extra piece of clothing.”

Ross and Will looked at each other, smiling at how easily the girls had been talked into it all and all it cost them was agreeing to give the women a free round. All four were wearing five pieces of clothing: two socks, a shirt, pants and underwear, so it was agreed that Brigit and Kate would each get one free pass.

Both girls burned their free round in the first hand, and Ross lost a sock. On the second hand, Ross lost another sock, and Will and Brigit each lost their first. The card god was not smiling on Ross, because on the third hand, he lost again, and he took off his shirt while Brigit and Will took off their second socks.

Kate was feeling pretty confident, having won two of the first three hands, and she enjoyed watching her husband start to squirm. She thought to herself “serves him right, he wanted to play, figuring us women would be nude in no time, and he’s the one who’s half-naked already.”

The fourth hand was no better for Ross, and he was forced to take off his pants while Kate lost her first sock and Will took off his shirt. Ross dawdled, seemingly flustered that he was the one losing so quickly. This wasn’t how he had it all planned. He was by far the best poker player in the game, and it was Kate and Brigit who were supposed to be down to their last piece of clothing, not him.

As he slid out of his jeans, Brigit watched with interest. This answered one of her questions – Ross was a briefs guy, not boxers, and he obviously favored the minimalist, low-cut Speedo style. This pair was red and tight, giving her a very good idea of exactly what was underneath, and what she figured would soon be out in full view. On top of that, she was amazed at how muscular and defined his thighs and calves were. She knew he was big time into bicycling, but all those miles in the saddle had given him an amazing set of legs. So much so, she found herself staring. She even found herself thinking about how nice it would be to wrap her legs around his.

Ross was very relieved when he looked at his next hand and saw he had two pair, kings high. He finally won a hand. Maybe this meant that his luck was changing. Kate lost only her second sock, while Brigit was forced to take off her pants, but didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she made a point of showing off her thong, holding up her long blouse and shaking her booty to give everybody a better look at her fit, trim behind.

The next hand, Ross got a pair of aces, but Kate had a flush and he came to the uncomfortable realization that he was beaten. He had lost, and he wondered how to be graceful about it. Could he back out now and just get everybody to go in the hot tub? He noticed his wife was smirking, and he felt a bit embarrassed. There she was, sitting back in the sofa, having lost only her two socks, and the expression on her face said she was waiting for him to live up to his end of the bargain. After all, the game was his idea.

Kate got up, and forced Ross to stand directly in front of Brigit. From behind, she started to slide his briefs down slowly, but he resisted, holding her hands in place against his hips. Kate kissed him on his neck and quietly whispered in his ear “I want her to see you”. He relented, finally allowing her to pull down his briefs.

Ross was a little disappointed when he saw Brigit averting her gaze. As his briefs fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, he hoped she was just being polite and wasn’t feeling uncomfortable or embarrassed for him. He was normally endowed at best, and he certainly wasn’t aroused. Kate turned him around in a complete circle to show everything he had to everybody.

As he turned back facing Brigit, she began to look at him closely, moving her head slightly to give a better angle. He realized she was studying him, looking intently at his penis. And from only five feet away, he knew she could see every fold, wrinkle and vein in his cock. Her eyes were locked on the tip of his cock, and he found it almost thrilling to watch her interest. He hadn’t a woman other than Kate look at him naked that in years, and he realized it was very exciting.

Finally, Brigit licked her lips, rolling her tongue, making a rather sensuous low humming sound. He felt himself start to get harder. Brigit noticed right away how his cock was definitely getting bigger, and her face showed a bit of bad girl smile.

From behind, Kate started to play with his nipples, a trick she had learned long ago and always excited Ross, and his cock continued to swell.

The girls enjoyed watching and playing with Ross, both women Escort Konya being in a position of power over him, knowing he was literally and figuratively naked.

It was Kate who broke the moment, spanking him on the butt and telling him to go outside and check the hot tub.

As Ross turned to go out to the deck, Will called him back, noting that since she too had lost the hand, Brigit had to make a choice whether she was going to be bottomless or topless, and since he was the first to lose, Ross was certainly entitled to watch.

“This is a time-honored question for women – in a strip poker game, do we shed our tops or bottoms first? Top or bottom? Bottom or top? Kate – what should I do?” asked Brigit.

Kate pointed out that her thong didn’t leave much covered, so it wouldn’t make much difference if she took it off. Will disagreed, noting that topless sunbathing is commonplace in many parts of the world, so he counseled Brigit to take off her top first.

“Ross – which article of clothing would you like to see me take off first?” asked Brigit, slowly looking up and down his naked body as he stood there by the door.

“Of course, I’d like you to take off your top, because I’ve been waiting to see your breasts again since you flashed us before dinner,” he responded.

“OK, but I’m going to need your help, so come back over here and help me take off my blouse” she said as she stood up.

Ross eagerly walked back over to her and put his hands on her hips, moving his hands upwards, allowing his hands to slide slowly along her breasts and nipples as he lifted her blouse over her head. Even that quick touch of her breasts started getting him aroused again. Her breasts weren’t quite as big as Kate’s, but they were every bit as satisfying. Maybe even more so because of the newness and just the fact that Brigit thought enough of him to let him touch her like that. It was like he was back in high school, getting his first trip to second base.

Brigit moved close enough to him and turned around so that her hip brushed against his swelling penis, not once, but twice, presenting herself for his viewing pleasure. He liked what he saw.

Ross turned to Kate and was aware that she was actually enjoying the show and seemed in no way jealous or threatened. She was still ahead in the game and didn’t seem to be worried about anything. “Go check the hot tub, Mr. Handyman.”

He obeyed and the quick trip out in the cold quickly took away whatever erection he had started to attain. The hot tub had reached 104degF, so on his way back inside, he detoured into the master bathroom and gathered four towels. By the time he got back to the living room, Brigit had just lost and was taking off her thong. He stopped to watch the show. Ross and Brigit stood naked facing each other, eyes drifting up and down inspecting each other’s body. Brigit pirouetted for his viewing pleasure, enjoying his appreciative gaze.

After being so far ahead in the game, Kate had lost the last three hands, bringing her to the choice of being topless or bottomless. She decided to shed her panties, leaving her in only her tight t-shirt. Maybe it was the cold air drifting in as Ross had briefly opened the door to the deck, or maybe she just found herself getting excited, but Kate’s nipples were hard and erect, displaying proudly through the cotton fabric. As she felt herself getting aroused, she pulled down on the t-shirt to cover her moistening pussy, but that only made her nipples more visible.

Ross grabbed a towel and invited Brigit to go out to the hot tub with him. She took hers, and in an amazing display of modesty, wrapped herself in the towel. As if to seek permission, she glanced at Will, who smiled and waved at her to go outside.

Since the sliding door in the master bedroom was actually the closest to the hot tub and shortened the naked dash through the cold winter air, Ross and Brigit walked into the master bedroom.

But before Ross opened the outside door in the bedroom, he took Brigit’s towel off from around her body and gave her a hug, pressing her breasts against his torso and her stomach against his penis. Since they were out of sight of their spouses, they lingered, enjoying the feeling of their naked bodies against each other. She liked having a different body pressing against hers – her head against his chest, and his penis as high as her navel.

After a few seconds, she pushed him back, but only far enough to allow her to reach down and take his cock in her hand. He had already been getting hard and her touch quickened his erection. “I want to see you hard,” was all she said. With her other hand, she guided Ross’ hand to her breasts.

She rubbed and massaged his cock for about a minute until he was fully erect, smiled to herself at seeing him get that excited that quickly. Having accomplished exactly what she wanted to do, she let him go, opened the door, stepped out on the deck and slid into the hot tub. Hard as a rock and wanting more, Ross followed quickly behind her.

Back in the living room, Kate had lost the final hand and was mentally preparing to take off her t-shirt and get completely naked. But before she could get the shirt completely over her head, Will said “how would you like to go for double or nothing?”

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