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Asha had already arranged the dinner and drinks and was waiting for me as I came out of the shower only in my towel. She came to me and took off my towel and dried me up. I stood their fully naked for the first time in front of her without any embarrassment; as if it was the most natural thing between a 28 year old nephew and his 38 year old auntie.

She then gave my hard cock a soft squeeze that was poking at her all the while she dried me. She smiled wickedly at me as she walked back and then slowly took off her skirt and the shirt before settling on the couch on the other end of the room. She was now wearing only her undergarments, red lacy bra and panties that were rather see through. I put a pair of fresh cotton boxers that was lying on the bed. She had already poured two helpings of the premium Scotch that she had brought from Australia. I finished my drink in a gulp and looked into her lust filled eyes. I went and sat opposite to her on the chair.

I sat their thinking of the events that had lead us to this blissful moment as she slowly took her drink.

Today was my cousin’s marriage. Asha auntie had flown in from Sydney yesterday evening for the marriage. I reached here today early morning, having driven more than 100 miles from Bangalore, where I am working as a Senior HR Executive in an MNC. My uncle had arranged two rooms in this hotel for me and my auntie as his house was already full with relatives. I slept for few hours and then got freshened up. I got dressed to go to my cousin’s marriage.

Then I went to auntie’s room to see if she was ready to go for the marriage. Auntie was already getting dressed as I entered her room. Only in her blouse and petticoat, she was starting to wear her sari. Her beautiful flat tummy and enchanting navel were open to my eyes. Her low cut semi transparent blouse was showing a lot of cleavage and her black bra through the material. She had at least 36D boobs which were looking great in her confining clothes. Her round shapely bums were a treat to any eyes. Her rather tight petticoat accentuated the curves of her beautiful bottoms. I could see her panty lines through the petticoat. The entire view was magical, I was filled with lust for her the moment I saw her in that state.

All the while she was observing my gaze and just smiled at me when our eyes met.

“Arun, I will be ready in few minutes. Would you mind having a drink with me now? It kind of keeps me fresh and steady” putting down the sari on the bed, she asked me and went to the liquor cabinet. I nodded my assent and went near her. She handed over the glass to me. I looked at her smooth exposed cleavage as she drank. I was brought back to earth by the feeling of her hands on mine. She was smiling when our eyes locked on to each others. She kissed me on my forehead, her blouse covered boobs kissing my chest. I could feel the familiar sensation of hardness between my legs.

“Arun, I am not interested in most of Jay’s relatives. After his death, except few, not many have contacted me. I have nobody other than you for company. So please don’t leave my side. You are the only one relative I really love to be with…..” after a moment of silence she added, “Hope it won’t be a problem for you!” I was only happy to oblige; I too was not interested in my father’s side of relatives, except for the cousin who was getting married today and Asha auntie, as she used to be really close to me before leaving to Australia with Jay uncle, due to his job requirement. I just smiled at her and put my hand on hers’ to assure her of my unrelenting companionship.

We went straight to the Church were the ceremony was arranged, the journey was uneventful with we just catching upon each other’s lives. The ceremony had already begun when we reached. The function went well and during the reception we got to meet and chat with all of our relatives. As promised I never left auntie’s side. As per the tradition all the relatives are to gather at the bride’s house after the reception, so we both went to uncle’s house where few other rituals were to be finished before the newly wed were set free. The marriage turned out to be much more fun than I had anticipated, thanks to my auntie’s company and also to few of my other relatives who were quite friendly. By around 4 PM we left our uncle’s house after saying goodbye to our relatives.

We headed back to the hotel. On our way back auntie put her hands softly on my thighs. “Arun, thanks for being a great company” auntie expressed her appreciation. Her hands continued to rest on my thighs. I was afraid of getting distracted by my mounting sexual tension. But nothing more happened and we reached the hotel without any untoward happening.

“I am rather tired, need some rest. Come to my room by around 7 and we will have dinner together” auntie said as she went into her room. I went to my room which was opposite hers’. My room had a beautiful view of the valley that Eskişehir Escort stood magnificently kissing the Arabian Sea.

My mind was full of fantasies of my auntie as I hit my bed with exhaustion. I woke up to the sound of the door bell. I went and opened the door. It was Asha auntie. She was wearing a light blue skirt that dropped just below her knees and a loose shirt-like white sleeveless top. “It’s already 7.30 you sleepy head, I thought I will check on you. I have ordered dinner to your room, we will have it here” she said as I locked the door. Her gaze went to my boner which I was trying unsuccessfully to hide. “Is it because of me or because you were dreaming of fucking some beautiful sexy girl” I was stunned at her very open question. I stammered something for an answer which she smilingly ignored. The use of word ‘fuck’ kept ringing in mind, arousing me further.

She went and sat on the bed and invited me to sit near her. I sat near her and she fell back on to the bed, I followed. She looked into my eyes and asked “Arun, was it me in your dream?” I was searching for a lie to tell her, but all I could tell her was the truth. “I am so happy to hear that I still have a fan and he still lusts after me even after all these years and the age catching in on me” it was not the response I had expected. I was expecting her to scold me for all the lustful dreams I have had about her.

“Auntie, I don’t think you look aged. For me you are still the young loving sexy (some how I gathered courage to say the last adjective) auntie I knew before you left to Australia. I had a crush on you since my childhood and it is still there” I confessed. She changed her position and our eyes met in a lustful awakening. Our lips met, hers’ softly on mine. The kiss lingered for few moments. First it was a soft one then our lust overtaking us, we passionately explored each others mouth with our tongues. Her hand reached into my drawers and took hold of my hard cock. I was in a magical sexual paradise. Our encounter was interrupted by the service boy who had brought in our dinner.

“Dear, go freshen up and then we will have our dinner and then we can…. And from now on call me Asha, not auntie” she told me as the service guy disappeared behind the door. She then went and locked the door.

“Yes, Asha” giving her a small peck on her cheek I went to bathe. She was waiting for me on the bed as I came from the bathroom in just my towel.

This is how it all happened; and here I am sitting near my semi-naked auntie on the couch drinking liquor with her and expecting to fuck her before the day ends.

We finished our dinner in an awkward silence that filled the room with our sexual tensions. After putting the dishes out in front of the room for the room service to pick it up, I went and sat with her on the couch. She came and sat close to me, our bodies touching. Her naked smooth silky skin on mine sent shivers of sensual lust all over my body. She poured more scotch into our glass. Sipping her drink, she gently leaned onto my shoulders. I took my right hand and put it around her, holding her softly in my arms. She looked into my eyes and our lips met. Softly I took her lips into my mouth, her saliva mixing with mine. Our tongues reached into each others. Putting back her glass she stroked my hard straining cock over my boxers. My hands reached behind her and gently caressed her back.

Braking away from the slow sensual kiss she stood in front of me. She removed my boxers. I leaned back to the couch into a relaxing posture. She then kissed the tip of my cock lightly and giving it a tight squeeze she climbed on to my lap. I held her with both my hands and pulled her to me. My erect cock was nestled in between her thighs touching her panties that covered her treasure. I started to explore her face with my tongue and gradually went to her neck. She moaned in pleasure. She arched herself into me as my tongue reached into her ample cleavage. I unclasped her bra hooks and freed her beautiful round firm breasts. I started to suck on her left tit at first and then on the other. My right hand went down her back and into her panties. My fingers reached onto her pussy lips and started exploring the valley in a circular motion. Her moans started to grow louder and she thrust her panty covered pussy on to my dick that was straining with pleasure.

Moving back up my tongue explored her ears, licking its insides. She burst into a fit of giggles. I inhaled in the intoxicating scent of her smooth curly hair. She bent over and kissed the nape of my neck.

I pushed her back and looked into her eyes which were yearning with carnal desire. I gently took the sexy curvaceous but slim frame of her body into my hands and walked over to the bed. I gently laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her. My hard dick was now poking at her flat smooth abdomen. Kissing her neck my mouth went on to attack her boobs passionately. Eskişehir Escort Bayan I then moved down kissing all over her body and stopped at the elastic band of her panties. After kissing her already wet pussy over the panties, I removed it entirely. Now we were both fully naked. Her pussy was a neatly shaven haven, just as I liked it to be. I wet down between her thighs and started to lick the entire length of her bald magical snatch. After few moments I concentrated my work on her clitoris. She thrust her pussy up into my mouth for more pleasure. She pushed my head down and held me tightly there. I licked the outer side of her pee hole which made her climax for the first time with me.

“Arun, I need you inside me now. Please don’t make me wait any more” she pleaded. I too was not in a mood to wait and so I took my hard excited cock in my hands and guided it into her wet waiting snatch. With a slow and soft thrust I entered her fully. She gasped with delight. I remained in her without any moment for a few seconds and then started to thrust gently to and fro in her. My thick cock filled her fully. She tightened her pussy around my dick for more sexual gratification. Her second orgasm was building and I too felt my climax building. I looked into her eyes and I could see her love and desire for me in there. At that moment we climaxed together. After discharging my full load in her lovely snatch and kissing her forehead softly, I rolled over her and lay on my back near her. A satiated smile crossed across or faces and we hugged each other intensely.

After few hours of sleep, I woke up to sound of Asha getting up from the bed. I switched on the bed lamp and looked at her questioningly. “I need to pee'” Asha answered. I checked the clock and it was 2 AM.

“Please, may I watch” I asked her. “I always wanted to see a woman pee; may I” I inquired. I was hoping against hope that she would agree, as I looked at her waiting for an answer.

She smiled and added “You are very naughty. I am okay if that is what you want.” She went to the toilet to pee. I went behind her watching the swaying form of her beautiful round bums. She sat on the commode and started to pee. I went near her and knelt in front of her. She smiled and brushed her hand through my hair. I looked eagerly at her pee hole and the gushing stream of pee. Few droplets of her urine splashed on to my chest as it hit the edge of the commode. I liked the feel of her hot yellow water on my skin. At last it came to an end, it was indeed a beautiful view for me. I leaned on to her and kissed the underside of her beautiful boobs. She smiled and kissed my forehead and held my face between her breasts. I broke the embrace and catching her bums I pulled her towards me. I kissed the sides of her pussy and then inhaled the smell of her pee in. I moved my mouth to her pee hole and licked clean what little droplet of her remaining urine.

“Oh…” she cooed with pleasure and excitement. “You like the taste of my pee, you mischievous nephew of mine” she playfully added. She was now trembling with her eventual orgasm.

“Asha, I think I love even your pee” I expressed my excited state and started putting the tip of my tongue inside her pee hole for more of her juices. She loved every inch of my tongue in her pee hole. She thrust her pussy upward in extreme pleasure. I then stood up and announced that I need to take a leak. But she just sat there without moving an inch. I warned her that if she didn’t move, I will bathe her in my piss. She challenged me and in no time I was peeing on her boobs and smooth flat stomach. She took hold of my semi hard cock and directed my urine to her pussy. Then when it was over she engulfed her mouth on my cock and sucked out the balance urine. She began a slow blowjob at first taking my now hard dick fully into her mouth. Then I started fucking her mouth passionately enjoying the sensation of her lovely mouth and the sensational tongue work she was giving me. I came in no time; she took the entire load with rather great sexual thirst. A great sense of sexual satisfaction is the only emotion I could see in her at that moment.

We then washed each other and went to sleep. We slept in each others arms peacefully for many hours. We then woke up and made love to each other this time very tenderly before putting ourselves through the morning chores.

Asha was set to fly back that evening, but she called her agent and rescheduled her flight for the morning next day.

We let ourselves enjoy each others companionship the entire time we had before she left to Australia, making love in between many lustful fucking sessions. And without waking me up she left to the airport in the morning.

I woke up to the sensation of a soft hand stroking my hard cock. When I looked, it was a small but beautiful frame of a woman in maid’s dress who was stroking me; her other hand was inside her panties. She backed Escort Eskişehir off the movement I woke up. I looked at her body eagerly, memory of Asha coming to me in a flash. I was fully naked entirely exposing my manhood to the maid. She was standing there fear in her eyes, waiting for my reprimand. The maid was beautiful, but not as beautiful as Asha. She was of smaller size, a thin short frame. Her maid’s gown reached only to her knees. She was trembling with embarrassment and fear.

She was Nazreen, a regular cleaning staff of the hotel. She is of 25 years of age and comes from a nearby colony. She was not fair but not too dark either. Her breasts were small but round. Her ass was her real feature that attracted me most.

She had seen the door to my room unlocked and ventured in. She then saw me lying fully naked on my back showing a hard morning cock. While enquiring about her I never gave thought to cover myself with any cloth and my hard on was still prominently displayed. And all the while her gaze was fixed on my thick hard cock. I sat up on the bed and took her hand in mine and asked her to sit down. She anxiously sat on the edge of the bed. “Nazreen, do you like my cock” I asked her looking into those beautiful eyes. She nodded in assent. “It’s all yours if you want” I added. She seemed surprised at my response. Knowing that I will not succeed, I was searching for Asha in her.

She smiled nervously back at me. My cock subsided to a semi-hard state by this time. I took her hand and placed on my dick. She looked into my eyes searching for something. I guessed that she wanted more assurance from me. I reached forward and kissed her on her forehead to assure her that I too wanted it. “Nazreen, please do lock the door and come back if you want this. You are free to go, if you don’t. I won’t hurt you or force you” I softly told her. She stood up and went to the door. For a moment I thought she wouldn’t come back, but she locked the door and came back. I was thrilled and my cock was coming back to life. Nazreen came and sat next to me on the bed and took my cock in her hand. She slowly stroked my cock to full mast. She then stood up and removed her gown. She had no bra on. She wore cotton pink panties. Kneeling in between my spread out legs she took my cock in her mouth. Her small mouth couldn’t fully engulf my cock. But she seemed to know what she did, because within no time I came in her mouth. She gulped down most of the load, but some spilled through the sides of her mouth.

She seemed happy and I felt that she liked sucking cock. I reached and took hold of her shoulders and laid her on my chest. She was so light; I could easily lift her up like a paper. Her erect tits pressed into my chest. The sensation was wonderful. My now soft dick lay under her pantie covered pussy. I kissed hard on her lips and she opened her mouth to allow my tongue in. She was really enthusiastic and soon I was to find that she was a tigress in the bed. She bit my lips and chewed in my lower lips into her mouth. All this brought my dick to a semi-hard state. I laid her on her back and went to her boobs and started to suck on her tits. She screamed in pleasure. My hands reached down and removed her panties. She had a neatly trimmed public hair. Putting her between my legs and reaching to her face I placed the tip of my cock on her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked on my hard cock. After few seconds I took out the cock from her mouth. She seemed disappointed.

Then I went down to her thighs, firstly kissing her inner thighs my fingers reached into her pussy. She started to squirm in sexual joy. I put my tongue into her pussy which was already wet in anticipation and tasted her for few minutes. Without wasting any more time I guided my dick into her love hole. Though she was small in frame, her pussy engulfed my dick almost entirely without much difficulty. I started stroking in and out of her. Gradually I increased my speed. She thrust back in unison with my thrusts. She came twice before I emptied my load into her eager pussy. I kissed softly on her lips and then on her forehead and lay on her side. She then took my cock that was covered with our combined love juices and sucked on it. She made it hard again and kissed the tip lovingly. Nazreen sat on my dick impaling the full length of it into her pussy. She fucked my cock with great wanton hunger. The pleasure taking over her pain, she hit her third orgasm. I felt my release hitting her insides. Totally spent she collapsed on to my chest, my dick still inside her. After few hours of sleep we bathed together. I gave her 1,000 rupees as a token of appreciation. Saying thank you she gave a soft kiss on my lips. She then left the room with a satisfied smile.

Lying back on my bed, I saw a note on the bed lamp table. It was from Asha. It read;

“Arun, you are a wonderful lover. I would have loved if this lasted longer. Come to me in Australia. I will be waiting… Yours Asha…”

N.B.: I have left you a gift… Do enjoy but don’t hurt her, my love…

I couldn’t believe; Nazreen was Asha’s gift to me. I smiled and got up to pack my bags for the return journey. Already my heart was planning my relocation to Australia.

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I woke from the deepest sleep I had had in years. Being a bit of an insomniac that is saying a lot. My brain finally caught up with how wonderful my body felt and started taking inventory. Not my bedroom, aches and pains in wonderful places on my body, and last but not least, a very large warm masculine body spooning against my back, ass and legs.

I snuggled back against Glenn and enjoyed the feel of his naked body against mine. When I moved he slide his hand around my waist and pulled me back against him harder. I suddenly felt lips softly kissing my shoulder as he worked his way around to my neck and up to my cheek. I turned my face toward him to give him better access.

“How long have you been awake?” I asked as he softly kissed the corner of my lips.

“Ummm… not too long, about 15 minutes or so. You are so beautiful when you sleep.” He said.

I could feel my face turning bright red and placed a hand over it. “Oh god, ok… tell me how loud did I snore?” I could feel his laugh before I heard it. “Tell me! Do you think it was loud enough for the neighbors to complain?”

Glenn was now laughing full out. He held me close and rocked me from side to side as I complained. He stopped rocking and started smothering my face with kisses until I couldn’t help but laugh and giggle at him.

Rolling over I pressed my naked front against his and sighed in contentment. At this we both stopped laughing as our lips drifted toward each other. We slowly made out, lightly touching each others bodies, and woke each other up. I pulled his face away and opened my eyes to find him watching me. “Hi!” I said with a smile.

“Good morning.” He said smiling with his hands roaming over my naked back. “How did you sleep?”

“Wow, I slept so good. I bet that I haven’t slept that good in six months. Thank you!” I kissed him softly and ran my fingers through his soft messy hair.

“What are you thanking me for?” he responded.

“Well, the way I see it, is that I either slept so good because you have a great bed or because you fucked me so good it wore me out. Either way you are the one to thank.” I grinned as his face turned red. Leaning in I whispered in his ear, “I’m leaning toward the fucked me good reason myself.” This time it was my turn to laugh at him.

“Know what I would like?” I said slowly kissing different areas of his face.

“Mmmmm…” he sighed. “What would you like baby.”

“I would like…” kiss (pause) kiss, “.. to visit the bathroom. I really need to pee.” Laughing I smooched him on the lips with a loud smack, jumped out of bed and ran for the rest room. Glenn, after and exasperated moan, jumped up and ran after me. At the door of the bathroom I turned and struck a pose grabbing my tit. This stopped him in his tracks. As he watched me fondle my breast, I said, “Glenn, I get to go first.” Then I shut the door and locked it.

Despite my growing comfort in running around naked, my new friend watching me pee was not going to happen. I could hear Glenn on the other side of the door chuckle and start to clean up the beautiful room we had managed to trash during our play time last night.

Just as I was noticing the funky taste in my mouth after peeing, I heard a soft tap tap on the door. “Cynthia? There are some spare toothbrushes in the linen cabinet if you would like one.”

Smiling I called out, “Thank you sweetie, I would.”

After doing a quite sponge bath to get rid of the ..’evidence’ I brushed my teeth and confiscated Glenn’s robe from the back of the bathroom door. The early morning light had cast a golden tone over everything and the room that was lovely in the afternoon was breathtaking in the morning. Glenn had been cleaning and the pillows were now back on the bed, and a simple sage colored bedspread had replaced the one we had soiled the day before. I blushed at the idea of taking it to the cleaners remembering our activities on it. Just as I was wondering where my new lover was the smell of bacon and fresh coffee floated in the open door. I was suddenly starving and headed back down stairs.

My bare feet made very little noise as I walked down the carpeted staircase. Close to the bottom I caught site of Glenn in the kitchen. I paused there to watch him unannounced. He was wearing a faded blue t-shirt and baggy old boxer shorts. As he moved around I could see he was wearing no shoes or socks, and unless I was mistaken, nothing under the boxers. When he turned back to the island to cut up the fruit he was cleaning in the prep sink I could see the unmistakable sway of his soft cock under the shorts. I could feel myself getting a bit moist at the idea of how accessible he was.

Finishing my assent I walked up behind him as he worked at the stove and pressed myself against his back, wrapping my arms around his torso. Amazingly enough he still smelled a bit like me. I could smell my perfume as I kissed his neck good morning. “Hi there.” I said.

Glenn leaned back and turning his head kissed my Eskişehir Escort cheek. “Hey, did you find the toothbrush okay?” At this question I breathed a bit in his face to show how minty fresh I was. He laughed, “Good, I found a spare in the guest bath down here. Soooo…” moving the omelet he was working on off the burner Glenn swiveled in my arms til he was face to face with me. Or considering our height difference more like face to upper chest. Scrunching down a bit he wrapped his arms around my waist and believe it or not, picked me up and set me on the island countertop. “… now we can have a proper morning kiss. One where I can make sure you can’t run away from me.” Glenn spread my legs and stood between my knees. The split in the robe opened a bit so that my upper thigh was visible and as we began to kiss Glenn moved his hands around and with one hand on each of my ass cheeks he pulled me against him. Our soft kisses slowly turned into breathy wet ‘do-me-now’ kisses.

Wrapping my legs around his ass I pulled him as hard against me as I could and tried to swallow his lips and tongue. He tasted like apples, strawberries and coffee. We broke apart panting and as Glenn held me to him he said, “I am so glad you are here Cynthia.”

I smiled at the sincerity in his voice. “God, you are so sweet.” I said kissing him all over the face.

“Hey, are you hungry?” he asked rubbing my back through the robe.

Leaning forward I pressed my forehead against his, “I’m starving! Please feed me.”

Glenn laughed and reached for a strawberry. “Here, this one is for you.” He said running it along my lips. I looked into his eyes and as he watched bit into the strawberry, letting some of the juices run down my chin. Not laughing anymore Glenn leaned in and licked me from the base of my neck to my lips kissing me again.

“What about you? Don’t you want one?” I said leaning back on my hands, with my legs swinging off of the edge of the counter.

“Yeah, I want one. But I would rather have it with a little something on it instead of just a plain strawberry.”

“Oh really, what exactly did you have in mind?”

Glenn reached over and picked up a large strawberry. Stepping close again he looked at my face as his other hand moved down and opened the robe. I was now exposed from the waist down. I knew what he wanted and was more than happy to oblige. As he stood between my swinging legs I leaned further back until I was leaning on my elbows. I stopped swinging my legs and lifted my left foot and placed it flat on the edge of the counter, moving my knee to the left. This gave Glenn a nice view of my wet pink interior. I moved my other leg up and draped my ankle on his shoulder.

Glenn smiled at me as I seductively spread myself open for him and waited. “I thought you were hungry too baby?” I said with a purr.

Slowly touching my legs Glenn working the strawberry toward my pussy with his right hand a his left held my ankle on his shoulder. I watched him from my position never taking my eyes off of his face as he moved his face and hand closer to my crotch and then dipped the fruit in. I gasped a bit as I felt the roughness of the strawberry touch my sensitive pink pussy flesh. Glenn swiveled the fruit around making sure to get as much of my girl juice on it as possible.

Standing back upright again, I watched as he pressed the freshly coated strawberry to his lips and deeply inhaling he sucked on the end of the fruit.

“I can taste you on here, smell you on here.” He said with a sigh of joy. Then he took a big bite, chewed and swallowed it. Popping the rest of the red fruit in he swallowed that as well.

I laughed at the enjoyment on his face and was preparing to sit back up when his hand on my leg stopped me. Glenn ran his hand down my right leg from the ankle on his shoulder, to the junction of my spread thighs. He lightly ran a finger up the crease of my pussy collecting the wetness there as I started breathing hard. “You know… I think I left some strawberry residue here.” He licked off his finger as I watched him enjoyed the taste of me. “Yep, I need to clean up the mess I made here.”

Suddenly and without much warning Glenn dived into my pussy. He was now frenching my cunt the way he had just been frenching my mouth moments before. After the kissing, the fingering and the strawberry I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not to mention that Glenn was that rare bread of male that truly love the taste of a woman’s pussy. The texture of a woman’s pussy and the look of a woman’s pussy. Basically, he LOVED pussy. As I panted away, grabbing his head and wrapping my legs around his shoulders and neck Glenn was hard at play worshipping my cunt. Suddenly he latched onto my clit and I was off like a rocket. SHAZAM!!!

As I came down off my orgasm Glenn was actually cleaning me up now. I could hear the slurping of his lips as they lapped up the juices I had produced from his hard work. As he finished my legs dropped Eskişehir Escort Bayan to hang off the side of the counter again. Glenn ran a hand over my pussy from my abdomen to my lips, petting it like a favorite pet.

Glenn took both my hands in his and hauled my body up to a sitting position. Suddenly I was enveloped in his arms, once again feeling the heat of his body. “I feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now.” I kissed his damp lips and tasted myself on him. “You are soooooo good at that!” I said. “How in the hell did I get lucky enough to find you… or actually for you to find me?”

Kissing me again, Glenn moved against me. “I’m the lucky one. You are the most passionate woman I have ever met.”

I hugged him against me and kissed his neck. I moved my hand down between us and cupped his cock. I could hear him grunt a bit as he grew even harder in my hand. I looked up at his face as he lifted his head and smiled. “At this rate we are never going to get to eat breakfast.”

I giggled again as he picked me up and off of the countertop, standing my back on my bare feet. Smacking me on the ass, he pushed me toward the sink and I was forced to let go of his dick. “Go wash your hands young lady. Breakfast in 5 minutes.” And he turned back to the cooling omelet. I could see in profile his hard cock tenting his pants. I washed my hands keeping and eye on the front of his shorts.

“Okay, my hands are washed now. Don’t you want to wash yours?” I said drying my hands on a tea towel.

Glenn moved to the island and slide the now hot and ready omelet onto a platter and placed the pan back on the stove. He flipped the burner to off and leaned against the counter. He raised his right hand up and smelled it. I knew he could still smell me on his fingers. “No, I like the idea of smelling you every time I take a bite of food. Lets eat.” With this comment he gave me what can only be described as a lecherous grin.

I laughed so hard I had to lean against the counter for support. “You are such a perv. Who would have thought YOU would be such a little perv.” I slowed my laughter and moved toward the dreaded bar stools.

Glenn sat down and pulled the one next to him out for me to sit in. As I began to ease onto the high chair he stopped me. “Stop! Okay, now it is time to tell me why you hate barstools.” As I began to protest he put up a hand. “No not later… NOW!” Then he sat there with his arms crossed and waited with a stubborn look on his face.

I shoved my hands in the pockets on the robe. FUCK! How the hell do I explain this. “Well, basically it has to do with my weight.” And with that I moved to sit. But, he stopped me.

“Explain!”

Pausing I paced for a second before deciding to bite the bullet.

“Shit.. Okay here it is. I went to meet a friend in a bar once.. a very crowded bar a very TRENDY BAR, and when I jumped up on the bar stool one of the legs broke and the whole thing dumped me on the floor in front of the huge crowd.” I took a breath and started to pace back and forth again, “Everyone was laughing and the owner didn’t even apologize to me he said that the barstools were not made for someone my size and he asked me to try and sit at the tables instead. All of this was done in front of a loud Saturday night crowd. My friend who is a lawyer said she figured that he was trying to cover his ass incase I tried to sue. When he said those hateful things to me I left. I heard later on that she tore him a new one and he apologized to her for saying what he said. I never went back even though she tried to get me to.” I took another shaky breath.

I stopped walking and looked up at him with watery eyes, I was trying so hard not to cry. “Do you understand now. My weight.. I know in my head that the barstool was an old wood one and anyone could have broken it. But it was me. Me falling on the nasty wet floor and me getting told what a fat cow I was in front of a crowd. My heart doesn’t understand what my head does.” I stood there with my arms wrapped around my chest shaking. “I have not talked about this since it happened. I can’t believe I just told you all of that. I’m sorry.”

Without looking up I could feel him approaching me. Suddenly I was engulfed by him. He held me close as my emotions settled. I sighed against him. Kissing my neck I heard him whisper, “I’m sorry. Thank you for telling me. God, you are so wonderful, beautiful and open hearted.”

He moved us around and picking me up sat me down on the barstool, HARD! Leaning back he grinned at my surprised face. “One crappy barstool and an asshole bartender does not make you a cow. Your friend was right, your head is right. Your heart is beautiful, but listen to your head so your heart can heal a little bit.” Kissing me again. He said, “Now eat your breakfast, my love.”

I could feel my heart skip at his words especially the last one. “Thank you.” I took his face between my hands and looked into his eyes. “Thank you.” Escort Eskişehir I whispered kissing him lightly. “Thank you for being so sweet to me.”

He pulled his barstool closer to me and we began to eat in comfortable silence. Reaching for the milk for my coffee I felt the chair tilt a bit. Instinctively I grabbed at his leg to steady myself, this caused him to jump and spill his juice down his shirt front.

“Oh shit,” I said grabbing for a napkin, “I’m sorry.”

Glenn laughed, kissed my mouth, leaned back and pulled off his shirt. “Don’t worry about it sweetie.” Wading up the shirt he tossed it toward the mudroom. Picking up his glass he took a sip of the remainder of his juice.

Suddenly I noticed that my hand was still on his leg. I left it there and took another bite of my omelet. After a little while, Glenn moved his hand down and placed it over mine and ran his fingers between mine. Slowly I let my hand drift down toward his inner thigh, moving my fingers as his hand on mine encourage me. Finishing the last bite of my omelet I swallowed a bit of juice and stood up. I took my hand off of his leg and turning moved the stool out of my way. Glenn watched my movements and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“What are you up to?” he said crossing his arms over his bare chest.

I turned back to him, grabbed him by the knees and swiveled him on the barstool so that he was now facing me with his back to the island. He threw out his arms and legs to balance himself and keep from falling over as I tossed him around. I took full advantage of this and stepped up between his spread legs, opened the front of the robe from collar to hem and pressed my naked body against him. I could not get enough of this man.

Aggressively I pressed my lips to his and kissed him, licking him, and snaking my tongue into his gasping mouth. My full breasts were squashed against his naked chest and we could both feel the warmth of our bodies as we let our lust stir again. Moving my hands from around his waist I let them drift to his shorts. Without any warning I cupped his package and gave it a squeeze. He was already hard and I could feel his cock flinch as I played with him.

Breaking off our kiss I moved down his jaw to his neck. Sucking a bit near his jaw I gave him a little hickey as a memento of our morning together. I could hear him moan and laugh softly knowing what I was planning on doing

“That was a great breakfast.” I whispered in his ear. I ground my naked body against him as I pushed up his chin, kissing and licking down his neck to his left nipple. Sucking, licking and kissing down his body as his hands finally started moving on me. I let go of his cock long enough to let the robe fall the rest of the way off of me and onto the floor at our feet. I slide my nipples down his body as I worked my hand in and touched his cockhead. I could feel a dampness as he leaked precum into his boxers. His cock pulsed with excitement and I loved that I could do that to him.

“Hey, how attached to these shorts are you?” I asked looking into his eyes and stroking his cock at the same time. “Would you really miss them if they were gone?”

Glenn groaned, grabbed my face and brought it to his. “I don’t give a shit about these shorts.” He said kissing and licking my lips.

“Good!” I said. Before he knew what was happening I removed my hand from the waistband of his shorts, puts both hands onto the seam of the open slit in the front of them and pulled. The fabric of the shorts was so old that with one pull I managed to turn his boxers into crotch less and frontless underwear in a matter of seconds. His cock popped up as his body jerked again in surprise.

“Wow”

“Well you said you didn’t give a shit about them.” I smiled and before he could protest about their destruction I engulfed his dick in my mouth until the soft spongy head rested in the back of my throat.

Glenn moved his hands back to the countertop to keep from falling over and to support him as I gave his throbbing dick some much deserved attention. Either my skill level had improved or he was way more excited from going down on me than I thought, but he was ready to come within about 10 minutes. I grabbed his legs and pulled his ass forward sucking on his balls I could feel them tighten up as I stroked his shaft and ran my thumb over the head. Slipping my finger down I rimmed his asshole again and Glenn gave a jerk of surprise then enjoyment as I touched his pucker. I moved my mouth back over to deep throat him as he started talking.

“Oh god… oh Cynthia. I’m so close.” He panted.

Looking up I could see his lusty blue eyes watching his dick slide in and out of my lips. I kept eye contact with him as he tried to maintain control. He was too far gone to hold back now though. “I’m going to cum Cynthia. Right now.” Before when I had blown him I wouldn’t let him shoot in my mouth. This time I wanted him to. I wanted to taste him, to take a chance that he was everything he seemed to be.

“Glenn?” I said holding and stroking his cock. “Do you want to cum in my mouth?”

“GOD YES!” He said touching my hair. “Can I?”

“Yes Glenn. Do it” with this statement I shoved his cock back into my mouth and sucked on his sensitive cockhead running my tongue under the rim.

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Harold and Charmian are not swingers, but every now and then they like to spice up their sex life by letting another couple watch while they fuck. They visit Barry and Laura who themselves are not swingers but are looking forward to seeing a live fuck for the first time. They get on well together and, at the end of Part One, Charmian has had two explosive orgasms. Now Harold has just shot his cum on to his wife’s pear-shaped tits.

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He had seen what Charmian and I hadn’t noticed while anticipating the grand finale: Laura had slumped in her chair, half reclining, her skirt raised and her hand gliding inside the white knickers. Embarrassed now, she covered herself and apologised.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” said Harold. “I expect you can’t wait to get at it yourselves now. In case anyone comes to call or little Johnny comes home for his tea. We’d better leave you to it.”

“No, please don’t go.” This was Laura interrupting quickly. “I mean – well, perhaps you could stay for a while. To see …”

I confess I didn’t know what she wanted. Perhaps at that point she didn’t either. But they agreed to stay. Charmian said, “Well, that’s nice. You obviously enjoyed it.”

“A lot,” I said. What had been exciting for me was the way it had lifted the curtain on the most intimate area of someone’s private life. Charmian was an assistant manageress in a store on Oxford Street. Tomorrow I would see dozens of women like her and I would wonder if – like her – they came alive when they got on their backs and opened their legs to a hungry cock. Of course they do, and now I would look at them and imagine them doing just that. “It was – well, very exciting for me.”

“And for me,” agreed Laura.

“So what would you like us to do? Harold can go again if that would be good. Give him half an hour.”

“Maybe a bit more,” said her husband, handling what had become a very limp dick. “That was quite a session.”

“But you could do it all again?”

“Not exactly the same. We don’t have a set routine, like first this, then that. For it to be good, it has to be spontaneous, doing what we feel like at the time. And it would be nice if you wanted to join in, wouldn’t it, Char?”

“For both of us, yes it would.”

I looked at Laura. “We’ll see,” she said. “But tell us how you got started with – well, with this.”

“It was funny really,” said Harold. “In the summer we like to go for a picnic – there’s an area in Epping Forest we enjoy. Usually fairly quiet, not too many noisy kids. We take a few sandwiches and a thermos of tea and just wind down after a week at work. And this particular Sunday we had it all to ourselves.”

“So there I was, minding my own business, lying back on a blanket with my eyes closed, half dozing, when this devil,” she nodded towards Harold, “this devil put his hand up my skirt. Well, one thing led to another and before I knew it my knickers were off, I was on my knees and Harold was in me from behind.”

“Very good it was, too,” said her husband. “Until suddenly, this man appeared from the trees. I was a bit shaken and stopped, and really I was wondering what to do – pull out, or what – when he said, ‘Please don’t stop. You do it very well. But do you mind if I just watch?’ He was about fifty and he sounded like a well-educated chap, and I saw that he had his cock out and was stroking it.”

“So did I,” said Charmian, “and I was turned on. I told Harold to keep going if he could.”

“It wasn’t difficult. My cock was still up for it and Char was very wet, so I just kept pumping her the way she likes it. Like you’ve seen her. And then, all of a sudden, he gave a little noise and shot his cum on the grass. He said, ‘Thank you. I enjoyed that,’ wiped his knob with a handkerchief. zipped himself up and disappeared back into the trees. I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to, and just as I came we heard a car start up and drive away.”

“Did it ever happen again?”

“No. We went back the next Sunday and a couple of times after, but we never saw him again. The thing was, we couldn’t forget it. Just thinking about it could get us going. So we looked around for a way to have someone watch us. And I found an ad for a hotel in Spain.”

“And that was a mistake,” Charmian added.

“It looked all right. They were open for broadminded couples only, twenty-five and over. It was easy to get the message, so we booked a week. A bit pricey but we took it anyway. The only flight we could get meant we arrived late. When we checked in the reception guy asked us if we wanted to ‘join in straight away.’ He didn’t say join in what, but we were tired and went straight to bed.”

“But we soon found out. Next morning at breakfast. It turned out the hotel was a bit out in the country and had walls all round. Breakfast was served on a patio by the pool. When we got there, we couldn’t believe our eyes, could we?”

“No. There were several couples there, some just having breakfast. All the women were topless. Well, perhaps we shouldn’t have been surprised by that. Zonguldak Escort But there was one woman sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs, and there was a man in the water giving her a lick. Another couple were fucking on a sunbed. At half past nine in the morning.

“Not knowing quite what to do, we found a couple of sunbeds in a corner and watched what would happen. Pretty much everything did. Several times people wandered over and invited us to join them, but we said it was our first day and – well, basically, no thanks.”

Charmian screwed up her face at the memory. “Eventually, one of the less pushy couples came over and asked us why we didn’t want to join in. And when Harold explained what we were hoping for they said they would spread the word to leave us alone. But then they suggested that after the evening meal we would need to avoid what was usually a free-for-all. Instead, they said, we could go to their room with them for a session.”

“To be honest.” Harold added, “we spent most of the rest of the day in our room watching television – there were several porn channels, so we fucked and dozed. But we couldn’t lose sight of why we were there so we decided to go along to this other couple’s room after the meal. And that was another mistake.

“When we tapped on the door, he opened it, stark naked, and beckoned us in. His wife was already being fucked with two men standing over her waiting their turn. There were two women groping each other on the second bed. It was the last straw. We went back to our room and checked out the following morning, got a taxi into town and found another hotel where absolutely nothing was happening. From one extreme to the other.”

“Probably the worst holiday we ever had. An absolute waste of money. I mean, we’re broad-minded but that was like animals.”

“Back to square one,” I said.

“Yes, but the idea wouldn’t go away,” Harold said, “and after a lot of failures with time wasters, we made contact in a chat room with a couple who seemed like us. And that’s how it turned out when we met, and that’s how we’ve gone on ever since.”

“But even now,” added Charmian, “it’s only an occasional thing – when the mood takes us, really. There are two or three couples we’ve been back to, but sometimes we meet people who are all right at the time but no more and they stay a kind of one-off.”

“And us?” asked Laura.

“Oh, we’re very comfortable with you. We wouldn’t still be hear otherwise. We can go on again, if you like. Just say.”

That was when Harold indicated a cock that was beginning to harden under his handling of it, but wasn’t quite ready for to resume normal service. He said, “If I could make a suggestion, why don’t you two ladies set the example? Always speeds things up for me.”

I’ve often wondered since if that was a spur of the moment remark, or whether it was a Charmian that they had used before. Anyway, she quickly turned to Laura and said, “We haven’t asked you, dear, are you bi? Bisexual, I mean.”

As Laura hesitated, I sensed a possibility that had never occurred to me. After a pause she said, “No. Not – I mean, I don’t know. It’s …”

“It’s not a big issue, you know. More and more women seem to be these days.”

“Bisexual?”

“Yes. You wouldn’t be surprised if you worked with me. Just think about it. Helping a customer try on a shoe that’s often a size too small, your hand curls round her calf and you look up for approval – “

“Noting the knickers on the way,” Harold interjected.

“Yes, but also quite often seeing a look in the customer’s eyes that has nothing to do with shoes. More about wondering how it would be to have that hand wander a bit further up her leg.”

“And that really happens?”

“Oh yes. I’ve had more than one woman hand over her credit card with a piece of paper with her phone number on it. I remember another one who asked if she could have a think and come back later. That might have meant she would shop elsewhere but it didn’t. She came back and asked to try on the shoes again. Somehow she then managed to lift one leg higher than the other so her skirt rode up – and showed me everything. She’d been somewhere – the Ladies at John Lewis probably – and taken her knickers off altogether.”

“Do you ever follow up?”

“Never. With that customer I thought, if you’re that eager you’d better go back to John Lewis Ladies and get yourself off there. Sex and work have to be kept apart. A few weeks ago Harold told me about a new woman in his office, mid-twenties, big tits, not much to say about any boy friend. Would have been lovely to have her, but sex and work don’t mix.”

“But,” says Harold, looking at me, “that’s not a problem now. Would Laura like to try?”

I look at Laura. She says. “Can you cope? If I do.”

I’m pretty sure I will be very excited but still not sure how much to give away. “If it’s what you want.”

Charmian feels it’s time to stop talking and move on. She begins to undress Laura who doesn’t object. But then Harold interrupts. “Go ahead, Zonguldak Escort Bayan Char. But if Laura doesn’t mind, can I deal with the white knickers first?”

Charmian laughs. “I should have remembered – it’s his big turn-on. Across your lap?”

“Yes please,”says Harold, seating himself on the edge of the bed, still using slow hand movements to get extra hardness into his dick. Charmian leads Laura over to him and helps her to lie across his lap, face down. Laura looks up at me and smiles in anticipation, all inhibition rapidly disappearing in incipient lust. I find it is very good for me. Time to stop being wary. I step out of my trousers and y-fronts and start to work on my cock, though in truth it doesn’t need much.

Harold is feeling my wife’s arse through her knickers. His hands mould the soft material to the contours of her buttocks. She murmurs softly. His hand slips between her legs. She widens them to give him access. Charmian says, “She’ll be very wet. He’s good at this.”

I think to myself that the pair of them are apparently good at everything. I hope there will be something for me, too.

Harold reluctantly decides it is time to give way. He gets Laura to stand while he slowly eases the white knickers round her arse, which he fondles for the last time, down her thighs and legs until she steps out of them. He picks them up to show us the stained crotch. “Very wet,” he says. “She is so sexy – and all yours now, Char.”

Soon the two women are on the bed. My wife has her legs open, knees drawn up, hands teasing her nipples, eyes closed. Charmian, the shoe saleswoman we met for the first time less than two hours ago, the woman with the high cheekbones and the sensual mouth, looks down approvingly. “Lovely,” she murmurs, “it won’t take long. Harold has got you in a state, hasn’t he?”

Laura doesn’t reply and Charmian lets her head rest on Laura’s inner thigh, her eyes only inches from the glistening labia. She tests the opening with a tentative finger. “Oh, yes. You are more than ready. This will be very easy. So don’t work for it. Just take your time while I do things with my tongue and fingers, and just come whenever you are ready. It will only be the first, I promise.”

Passivity might have been the advice but it is very quickly clear that Laura isn’t finding it easy. At the very first contact of tongue and clitoris she emits a long drawn-out sound – a kind of oooohhhhhhh – and her pelvis jerks up to reciprocate the pressure. Charmian’s hand moves in to augment what her mouth is doing. I glance at Harold, who is still masturbating carefully. “”Tongue and two fingers,” he says. “It never fails. Not when Char .”

He is right. Within minutes, I can see the familiar signs. Laura is ready to come. Already she is so advanced it wouldn’t be possible to stop if she wanted to. And she doesn’t. Her hands leave her tits and come down to clasp the back of Charmian’s head. Her arse is pushing up from the bed. Charmian is tonguing and fingering her. The orgasm is the kind I have known in our own bed only when Laura has been without for a while for whatever reason – no fucking, no masturbating, saving up for a delirious release.

Credit to Charmian – she has unlocked something elemental in my wife, something I have since learned is now there to be tapped into at heightened moments. This ordinary couple are in the process of taking our future sex life to a whole new level.

The wind-down is prolonged, an indication of how far Charmian has taken her, and how determined Laura is to savour every last throbbing second. But eventually, she sits up and asks, “Should I do that for you now?”

Every minute, it seems, a new Laura exposes her innermost libido, confident in herself and what she is discovering she likes, knowing that I am watching, wanting, I now suspect, to take me with her. My cock tells me I am more than ready.

“Of course, dear,” says Charmian. “But start with my tits. That always for me. Then the rest.”

Charmian lies back, arms and legs spread wide. Watching Harold sliding his cock into that voracious cunt half-an-hour ago was only the beginning. Now my wife is planning to taste it.

First, she kneels to deal with the gorgeous pear-shaped tits. Lifting them one by one to her lips, first licking then nibbling the nipples. Charmian says, “Good. Be careful but not too hard. Then down below soon.”

The hint is taken. While Laura nibbles she kets one hand slide down to Charmian’s cunt, seeking the clitoris. The combination seems to be just right for her partner who wriggles encouragement. After a while, she says simply, “Now, please, Laura.”

As far as I know my wife has never had an experience with another woman, but she takes to it with ease, enthusiasm almost. Her fingers part the swollen lips, slide each side of the clit and her tongue makes contact. My cock is sticking out at right angles and I remove my hand for fear of doing too much too soon.

Harold, too, is now at full erection and bending down to speak softly into Laura’s ear. “Keep licking Escort Zonguldak but use two fingers inside. Finger fuck – in and out. Not too fast. She’ll need longer than you did. When it starts to happen, go in as firm as you like with your fingers and hold them there. Having something to press against while she comes is good.”

And that is what happens. Taking advantage of everything Laura is offering, Charmian is mistress of her own orgasm, taking her time, letting it build, talking too. “You’re right dear,” she tells Harold. “This is a real sexy one. She doesn’t need teaching. Barry is a lucky man.”

Then she falls silent, her eyes close, she bites her lower lip. I’ve seen her do this when Harold was fucking her earlier and I sense that she is willing herself into the final phase, feeling the tongue and fingers charting the path to fulfillment, picturing in her mind Laura’s head nestling between her legs.

This climax is entirely different from the one Laura has just shown us. Charmian grasps material from the bed cover in each hand, concentrates fiercely and lets nature have its way. No histrionics, much deep breathing as her the pear-shaped tits rise and fall, a kind of half twist of her body to prolong the contact with my wife’s tongue, and that does the trick. Her eyes open and she looks down at Laura whose attention she has so deeply absorbed, and says, “Thank you, my dear. That was just perfect. Not many are as good as that.”

I wonder how many other women have preceded my wife, but I find I am proud of Laura for being so good. I am also indescribably horny and wondering where we go from here. This time, it is Harold who picks up the cue. He says, “I know you two ladies aren’t complaining but don’t forget us, will you?”

Afterwards I wonder if this isn’t another pre-planned bit of dialogue, an exchange they have used with other couples. Anyway, it prompts Chamrian to say, “You’re right, but it depends on Barry and Laura, what they would like. Perhaps they just want to fuck while we watch.”

“Or?” The question came swiftly from Laura.

“Or,” Charmian goes on, “I know Harold would like to fuck you. And if Barry wants to put that into me, he is more than welcome.” Suiting action to words, she knelt in front of me and took my cock in her mouth with relish. I looked at Laura who smiled, nodded and turned to grasp Harold’s dick with fingers still slippery from Charmian’s cunt juice.

It was the start of more than half-an-hour of sex without inhibition and in all its combinations. At first we fucked side by side, Harold on top of Laura, me pinning down Charmian and pumping steadily. That woman was fantastic. Nothing would have been easier than for her to open up, take me in, tell me to go harder and in seconds I would have filled her cunt with the cum that had been building inside my balls all through that erotic afternoon.

But that wasn’t her way. Whether it was down to past experience, or just to a sexual sixth sense, she understood implicitly my state of arousal from minute to minute, from one wriggle to the next, from an early warning to take a time out to a sharp “Now fuck again.” Always wanting more but always careful how she took it.

More than once I was conscious of Laura reaching across to squeeze my hand and catch my eye. “Good for you?”

“Yes. You?”

“Wonderful.”

Are all cunts more or less the same? Probably they are, give or take the care that has gone into preserving the grip. But the mind plays its part, too, and pressing my chest against the pear-shaped tits while I felt her inner warmth and wetness enfolding my dick, I registered a difference between Charmian and Laura. Not something better, just different. Gradually, I discovered that it was possible to respond to Charmian’s intuition and fuck with control.

We went at with gusto and a certain amount of subtlety, too. Changing positions, changing partners, changing back again. At one point, when Harold and I felt the need for restraint before resuming coupling, Laura and Charmian slipped into a sixty-nine until Laura came.

The climax came when Harold was on his back, cock sticking up like a flag pole and Laura was kneeling over him sucking it. Charmian had asked for a vigorous doggie and the sweat was dripping off me as I gave it to her. But then she shuffled us round until we were directly behind them. Charmian looked back at me and mouthed, “Keep doing me,” when she lowered her head towards my wife’s backside.

For a moment, I wasn’t sure of what is was seeing, but my cock gave a massive jerk as Charmian’s tongue found its target. Laura shrieked, “Oh my god, she tonguing my arsehole. Yes, just there. Do it, do it. Make me come. Put your tongue in there.” Her hand flew underneath her and she triggered her last orgasm of an unbelievable experience. Harold made his contribution by jerking his cock until he splattered my wife’s tits with his cum.

I was still clinging on to Charmian’s hips and plugging her cunt for all I was worth until I felt her come too. How she did it, I don’t know because I had no contact with her clit. Laura may have been brilliant mind control. Anway, just as I was about to let my load go into her, she shrugged me off, rolled me on my back and plunged her mouth on to my dick, sucking greedily. Out of control, I surrendered. The spasms were out of this world as she drank the lot.

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They had been planning this trip for months and now they were there. The online photos of the overwater bungalows only gave the viewer a very general sense of what it was actually like to be standing inside of one. It was simply beautiful. Not just the view of the water they had just a few feet away, but everything about living space. It took this vacation to a whole new level.

They both stepped onto the back deck to look around more closely at the amenities and were impressed with the infinity pool and deck right on the water. They both could not wait to try the water hammock. The outdoor shower would be interesting. Being fully exposed, even if nobody else could see them, was exciting.

He walks up behind her and places his hands on her hips while she looks out over the lagoon and kisses her neck. She feels a tingle run up her spine at his touch and smiles. He wraps his arms around her more fully and pulls her back into him. “This is going to be a great vacation” he whispers into her ear.

He loves the way she feels in his arms and can’t stop himself from sliding one of his hands up to her breast and gently squeezing. He smiles as he hears her soft moan at the touch. He moves his other hand down, and then up and under her shirt tracing his fingers along her skin. He continues to gently caress her breast while he moves his other hand around her stomach and up her torso. He hears her moan again at his continued touches and longs to pleasure her.

The water here is so clear that you can easily see to the sandy bottom. There are fish that swim all around. She was enjoying the view when she felt his hand wrap her up and his lips kiss her neck. She always enjoyed it when he kissed her neck from behind. She knew what was coming next. Sure enough, there was his hand moving up her body and cupping her breast. She couldn’t help but sigh that escaped her lips.

He was gently squeezing her, trying to get her aroused. It was working. She could feel her nipples getting hard. His other hand had made its way under her shirt by this time and was tickling her midsection. She turned in his arms before he could move to her other breast and kissed him on the lips. “Thank you for this,” she said to him.

He tried to slip his hands back under her shirt to undo her bra, but she stopped him. “There will be plenty of time for play after we get settled” she said to him. Zonguldak Escort He took this momentary defeat in stride and kissed her on the lips again before moving back to the bedroom to start unpacking.

She watched him go into the bedroom and start putting their things in the dresser. She took this opportunity to more closely check out the shower. It was exposed to the outside world but couldn’t be seen by the other bungalows. It had the type of shower head that one wishes they had at their own home but never had. It had a nice overhead sprayer as well as a hand wand that could be taken off the wall and used for all sorts of things.

It had been a long trip to get this far and she felt like she needed a quick clean up before they went to the resort for some food. She kicked off her shoes and undid her pants, taking them off and putting them to the side. She reached over and turned on the water to the shower giving it time to warm up before she got in. She reached down and pulled her shirt off over her head. For this trip she made sure that she brought all her matching bra and panty sets as she thought they made for a nice visual for him. For the trip over to the island she wore her dark blue set knowing that he had a real liking for this color on her.

She reached over to feel the temp of the water and smiled as it was nearly perfect. She could feel his eyes on her but didn’t look back at him. She reached up and undid her bra and slid it off her arms and onto the ground. Now she was only wearing her blue g-string. She liked the way they felt when she wore them. Sexy. She had a nice ass and she wanted her man to enjoy the view unobstructed. The front was a small triangle that only just barely covered her. She didn’t have to worry about any hair showing in that area as she had waxed everything just before they left.

She reached down and ran her finger over the wet spot on her panties that had formed while he touched her. She always got wet when he touched her. She pulled down the panties and stepped out, flicking them to the side with her foot. The water was warm now and she stepped into the shower.

The tan tile on the one wall with the frosted glass tiles on the other gave the shower an incredible open feeling even though there was no door or wall to separate it from the outside. He watched her undress from the other room. He knew Zonguldak Escort Bayan that she knew he would be watching her. He watched her undress and shower as often as he could. He loved looking at her body and could feel himself getting aroused.

She was stepping out of her g-string and he thought he could see a small darker spot on the fabric as she flicked it away. He smiled to himself. He liked getting her hot and bothered. She was stepping into the shower and under the water now and he continued to watch her.

The water was just perfect. She had only turned on the overhead shower head and was enjoying the water flowing down her neck and shoulders and back. She closed her eyes and looked up letting the water cover her face and front. She moved her hands up to her face to wipe away the water and then back down her chest over her breasts. Her nipples were nearly back to normal now but as she moved her fingers over them, they perked back up. It felt nice.

Her body was wet with the water allowing her hands to flow over her skin effortlessly. She took a moment to reach down over her smooth pussy. She could feel how wet she had become at his touch and smiled. She ran her finger slowly up and down her clit getting the blood flowing. She turned and put her back to one of the walls and lifted her leg up and put her foot on the ledge. She reached down with her other hand and spread her lips and started to rub her clit back and forth. She slid a finger into herself just a little and rubbed her juices over her clit. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.

She opened her eyes for a moment to find the shower wand and turned it on. It had several settings and it only took her a moment to find the one she wanted. A nice gentle pulse. She relaxed back into the wall with her leg up and positioned the nozzle close to her pussy. She spread her lips and let the water pulse over her. The water felt wonderful on her clit. The way it pulsated and pressed against her was making her hotter and hotter. She could feel herself getting closer to climax.

She started moaning and opened her eyes. She saw him looking at her, and that was all she needed to cum. The orgasm nearly caused her to lose her balance, but she put her leg down before that happened. She opened her eyes again to make sure she was still watching her. She liked that Escort Zonguldak he had his cock and was touching it.

He had taken his pants off and pulled out his cock when she put her back to the wall and closed her eyes. He knew she was going to play with herself. She didn’t do it often in the shower, but this was a vacation and he had his suspicions it might happen. He was hard in no time as he watched her touching herself. He slowly stroked his cock as she had reached for the wand.

He was leaking precum all over the head of himself as he stroked. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that she was about to explode with an orgasm and had to control himself so that he didn’t blow his load right there on the edge of the bed. He watched her recover and moved across the room taking off his shirt to join her in the shower.

She reached for him. Not his cock but his hand, his neck and kissed him deeply. He moved his hands around her back and pulled her in close pressing their bodies together. They kissed hard with her hands moving up and down over his back. He ran his hands down her back and over her ass and pulled her harder into the embrace. His cock was fully pressed between them and he could feel it twitch against her. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest and even her nipples as they slipped against him.

He felt her hand slide between them and grasp his cock. It was his turn to moan as she started to move her hand up and down his shaft. He continued to kiss her while squeezing her ass. He felt her move back slightly to break the kiss. She was moving down his body, kissing as she went. He closed his eyes and looked up as she took his cock into her mouth.

He loved the way she gave him head. She would work her mouth around the tip pressing her tongue against the underside, licking it like a lollipop. Her hand would work the shaft up and down with her occasionally taking moves of his length into her mouth. He thought he was excited before just watching her in the shower, but now he was truly excited. He could feel his cock getting harder as she stroked and sucked on him. He let her know he was close but knew that she wasn’t going to stop until he finished.

She continued to lick at the underside of his cock head even after the warning of the impending climax. She loved this part. She knew some women didn’t like getting cum in their mouth, but she didn’t mind, and she wanted to pleasure her man. She felt him stiffen just before she felt the cum squirt into her mouth. She stopped sucking and let him finish before she swallowed. She looked up at him and smiled knowing that this was going to be a great vacation…

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The girl next door, fucking hell.

He hadn’t watched her grow up, thank god, hadn’t known her that long. And last year, it was ok, he could ignore her bullshit. That summer, she’d turned eighteen. Determined to both smite college on the first day and show off her body to him, she’d lain on the grass near his driveway, ‘pre-studying,’ as he dug up a flower bed or rebuilt his lawn mower. Informing him, in an important voice, of the things in her books.

“Dr. Freud says…”

He swallowed a laugh.

“…that the Id is the primitive part of your mind. Like it’s the aggressive stuff, and, and your memories you forgot, and … like sexual stuff.”

“Oh yeah?”

“But the superego is your conscience. It makes you feel guilty if you do something and proud if you don’t.”

Twirling a wrench, western style, “Superegos are dicks.”

“Shut up. Ego, and this is weird because I thought ego was being cocky, but anyways Ego is the realistic part. Ego sort of…is practical. Negotiates between Id and Superego to get each of them something they want.”

“The NATO of your brain.”

A dismissive sniff. “I learned about NATO last semester.”

“I remember. You read it to me.”

“Shut up.”

Flash forward. She was done with that first year of college, high on success and looking for trouble. She flirted with him every chance she got, sure that she could get him to teach her a few things. Teasing him outright, she sassed him every time he saw her, and then was all contrite, sweet girl, apologizing and batting her eyes. Coming up with excuses to come over to borrow things she didn’t need. Changing her hair and asking his opinion. (He was ok with most of it; the pile on top of her head was sexy, and who doesn’t like a ponytail, sure, fine, but he had to grit his teeth at the pigtails.) But also sucking up to his friends to get invites to things at his house. (Two of them would’ve been happy to fuck her, but she played on their lust and then looked at him.)

He was precisely twice her age, but she didn’t care. At all. She was determined he was going to fuck her, come hell or high water, which was irritating. It would have been a lot easier if she’d gone away to college, if there wasn’t a Big Ten school around the corner. Because it was truly irritating. She was hotter than hell, ok, fine. But he didn’t, at least on a Better Angels day, want to fuck someone who didn’t know better. Except that, on a Not A Better Angels day, he completely did.

In the war between his Id and his Superego, a treaty had been brokered by his Ego. He couldn’t speak for everyone, but his Id was a right asshole and his Superego a pious jerk. So that left Ego, the only one of them that was worth a fart in space, to step in and get things under control.

Superego: “Fucking an eighteen year old girl is every variety of not ok, you swamp thing.”

Id: “What the fuck are you talking about? It’s legal in every state, you pussy.”

Ego: “Guys, Guys. We can work this out. Something about nineteen is less…evening-news-worthy. Nineteen is ok.”

Superego: “Fine, lie to yourself, pervert.”

Id: “Fuck off, asshole.”

Ego: “Everyone chill the fuck out.”

Id: “So when is she nineteen?”

Superego: “Why, so you can lurk?”

Ego: “I’ll find out. We got this, guys; nineteen it is.”

He wouldn’t fuck an eighteen year old girl, but he would fuck a nineteen year old girl. Like they say, a good compromise sends everyone home pissed off.

§

She finagled an invitation to a pool party — cock-teased one of his poker buddies into asking her. Which also pissed him off, partly because she was once again trying to draw him out, and partly because he saw some of the teasing, and Aaron’s dick get hard while she did it. Fine. “A couple of the guys have kids your age. You can hang out with them.” He felt a fair amount of satisfaction that this pissed her off, that she literally flounced away, like a child. But also holy hell, that ass. Chef’s kiss.

Ego: “Watch it.”

Id: “Whatever.”

Superego: “You motherfuckers are both degenerates.”

Ego and Id: “Fuck you.”

“Why do you start with me all the time? See, the thing is, I think that mouth of yours is all a front. That you’re a tease and an asshole.” And then he started thinking about her mouth. And then her ass. Goddamn it. She was getting to him, real talk.

Id, Superego and Ego, from their respective vantage points, but in unison: “Keep your eye on the ball, man.”

Working on his car, of course she came over to fuck with him. She always found ways to get him alone. Drove him nuts. He wondered if she knew that he was jacking off every day dreaming of the wonderland up her skirt. Thinking of using that cute little body dusk til dawn. Thinking how she’d look on all fours. Riding him, her tits in his face. On her belly, spreading her ass. On her knees sucking his cock.

On a particularly mouthy day, Id had her on her back, hands tied above her head, squirming under his roving hands Yozgat Escort and flickering tongue. Making her wait for it, edge her. Make her apologize, with talent, for all the mental distress she’d caused, before doing her the favor of letting her suck him off, for the promise of getting her off after. But let’s see how good a little cocksucker you can be first, ok?

Whatever, Superego was sincerely sweet to her. Superego brought her flowers, told her she was brilliant, and meant it. Ego made sure she got hers. Ego gave her 200% of what Id had promised, and made damned sure she had no regrets.

He saw her, ass up on a pillow, ankles around his neck. Saw himself teaching her to use her hands, her lips, her tongue, on him. The thought of pulling her onto his cock, picturing the look on her face when he started to fuck her for real, the taste of pussy on his lips, the smell of his cock on her breath, coming on her tits, her ass — in her ass — he was dizzy with it. “Could you please stop the Hot for Teacher thing?”

Dropping to lie on the grass beside the car, big stretch, “What do you mean?”

Ego: “You had to open your mouth.”

At the party, he overheard her parents talking about what to get her for her birthday. Under the arched eyebrow of Ego, he asked when it was. June 30th. Twenty days.

Id: “This is stupid. It’s just a number.”

Superego: “Everything is just a number, including the one they print on the mugshot.”

Ego: “Jesus, you two are exhausting.”

They all spent some time picturing birthday presents she might enjoy.

He heard her and her girlfriend bitching that the boys “totally can’t even kiss non-grossly, much less do anything else well.” He stood there, stock still, hearing that when some kid named Liam fingered her, she came *thisclose* to getting off, but he gave up the game before she got there, that she’d had to take care of it herself. There was much giggling. The girlfriend had smacked her on the arm, “You are such a slut.”

“Shut up, I had to lay in my poor lonely bed and do it myself. That’s not a slut, that’s tragic.”

This was not an image he was able to shake. His imagination arranged her on her back, knees up, in one her cute little cotton dresses that button up the front. He saw the top buttons undone and her fingers pinching her nipple. He saw her other hand sneaking up her skirt, petting her thighs, stroking her pussy through the fabric of lacy panties. He felt like he could almost smell her as her fingers slipped under the elastic between her legs. He imagined her taking her sweet time with herself, finally getting herself off with both hands between her legs, rubbing her clit with one, and fucking herself with the other, gasping in the silent room.

Then he spent some time thinking of taking care of it for her, and managed to make it about one minute before he came all over his hand.

Id: “I wonder what Jergens stock goes for?”

Ego and Superego: “Fuck off.”

§

She had been a jerk at the party, following him when he went to get ice, sitting on the kitchen table while he filled the cooler. His annoyed-to-erection ratio was getting dangerous in both directions, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off the sliver of panties she was showing him. She wasn’t even trying to keep her legs together. Her panties were pink. Her thighs looked delicious. Looking at her tits now, nipples showing through the too small, too thin shirt, thinking, if this girl didn’t stop this shit, he was completely going to lose his shit and eat her pussy in this kitchen. “I swear to god you are a fucking child.”

“I am not a fucking child, you’re a child.”

“You know that is something a child would say, right?” Now they were both pissed off. At least shit like that helped him resist, focus on the treaty. But the smell of her perfume, her pussy getting wet for him, stayed with him for two days.

Later that day, she got over her pique with a swim. In a bikini that was from last summer. She put her tits in his face reaching into the cooler. “That’s a nice swim suit you’re almost wearing.” Id was already winning the battle of wills, and then he opened his mouth. Not looking at her, “Why is that Mike kid being weird to you?”

Ego: “Goddammit.”

“I wanted to lose my virginity. He got elected. But now he wants to date, and I don’t. I mean, it was fine for him, but at first it hurt, then it, I mean I know this sounds weird, but it was boring. He definitely got the hard part over with. But then he got it all over my shirt. We did it for a few months, and it got better, but still. But I wanted to do it before college, and he didn’t tell anyone; he said he never will, and I believe him. He’s nice that way. And he…we…learned how to make it ok for me. But it’s weird now. I wish one of us had gone away to college instead of just going here.”

For fuck’s sake. Not even a virgin. That would’ve made it easier; deflowering was not his jam.

Id: “Not even a virgin, man, and legal as hell. Booyah!”

Superego: Yozgat Escort Bayan “We. Are. Not. fucking an eighteen year old girl, virgin or not. Hard pass.”

“He said I give good head.”

“How would he know? Kid’s guaranteed had exactly as many blowjobs as you’ve given him.” Man, she had pretty lips. Now his head was taking her chin in one hand and the back of her head in the other.

Ego stepped in fast. “Go the fuck home.”

§

A week out from her birthday, her ring got stuck on her finger. Maybe it did. Maybe t didn’t, knowing her. In any event, she asked him to help her take it off. Id took the wheel.

“Suck your finger — that’ll get it off.” She just looked at him for a moment — she knew. “Suck it. Get it off.” She did. She didn’t make a cartoon of it, took her time. She took three long sucks getting it off. He stood there looking at her, thinking about her playing with herself in her lace-canopied bed. Looking at her mouth, his mind swam in images of her on sucking his cock, getting herself off while she was at it.

He was thinking about her at inappropriate moments — at work, at his poker games. Fantasizing about eating her pussy, getting her crazy. Fucking her every way it was possible to fuck a chick. Such a pain in the ass, he’d like to be a pain in her ass — well, no, not a pain. Get her asking for it. Getting her to straddle his face, dreaming of her opening the lips of her pussy to him, showing him how she liked to play with herself, licking between her fingers as she did it.

His mind was licking her clit until her back arched. Pushing his cock into her pussy with her legs wrapped around his neck. Teasing her with a butt plug until her ass swiveled on it — getting her right on the edge, ready to come, and then smacking that ass. Jolting the butt plug. “That’s it, baby, show me what I’m getting next.”

He was a pretty big guy, for a little girl. His imagination had her creaming on his cock, not wincing on it. Be fun to get her into it, enough into it to push back at him. See what happens if he resisted her efforts to get him further inside. “Not yet, sweetheart. You’ve been teasing me relentlessly. You wanted me to beg, huh? Well, you better believe you’re going to beg.” Smacking her ass just enough to tap that butt plug in rhythm to the fucking.

Superego: “Turn the fuck nineteen already, for fuck’s sake. We’re doing the best we can, here.”

She caught him looking her over, lingering on her hips, clearly outlined by a soft knit dress. When she realized he looked at her most wolfishly when she wore skirts and t-shirts, or really anything knit, she stocked up. His favorite, though, again based on the look on his face, was a cardigan she’d had since she was fifteen. It didn’t fit so well anymore.

He was a shit poker player, and even worse at not showing that this girl was getting him crazy. His buddies were entertained, if jealous. “Dude. It’s happening. You’re going to bend her over. You’re just waiting to come up with the right justification.”

Id: “You want to tell them?”

Ego and Superego: “Please stop.”

They made a bet how long he’d hold off. “It’s not like I would fucking tell you assholes.”

“First, it’s ‘will,’ not ‘would.'” Second, it’ll be all over your face. Third, Call.”

He lost. Again. Seventy-eight bucks. “At least I got off easy.”

“And so will she, man.” Much laughter. “She’s a piece of work, bro, keep us posted.” More laughter, this time at the look on his face, thinking it.

§

Ego was barely able to moderate the cage-match. Id was getting out in front, thinking strategically. Logistics. How to arrange a meet’n’greet in his bed. Superego had mostly bought in to the justification and was hanging on by the skin of his teeth, really needing her to turn the fuck nineteen already.

He started to find ways touch her. Once, it was because the clasp on her necklace had turned to the front, “This necklace never stays put.” And turned the clasp, lingering on the back of her neck, straightening the tiny charm between her breasts. Another time, it was because one of her long dark hairs was clinging the back of her sweater dress, on her hip.

Superego tried to joke it away: “I wouldn’t fix this for you if it four inches to the left.”

“Yes you would.”

Id: “She’s got you there, dude.”

Ego: “Don’t start.”

One night, messing around in his garage, he saw her came home from a date, both of them clearly unhappy. The guy — Liam, maybe, Mike? — was trying to kiss her, and she was having none of it. He couldn’t quite hear them, but it did appear things had gone better for him than her. And then he stood there feeling like a creep, he watched her lean against the wall just inside her house. He saw her getting herself off with her pretty skirt pulled up and her pretty fingers in her pretty panties. It was both nothing, and everything, like he’d pictured. She leaned against the wall and put both hands between her legs, and took Escort Yozgat what looked like very good care of herself.

The next day, she saw him get hard, in the goddamned driveway. “You saw me, didn’t you?”

“Saw what?”

And she tilted her head at him.

That did it. Id laughed his ass off as Superego stomped off in disgust. Ego, ever the realist, started looking for a way to get her alone, but in public. Somewhere he couldn’t fuck her. He still had six days to go, but something had to give. He needed to be closer, wanted scope her out, to see if she knew enough of what she was about, to really be offering, or not.

She was big into charity, and nobody he knew, was. So, safe space, as it were. The winner was a build-a-house day, out of town, just before her birthday. He acted like it wasn’t a thing, acted like he did charity all the time. But she saw his eyes work hard at not taking in her junior high vintage, way-too small cardigan, bursting as it was at the buttons, the top two long missing and the bottom one unbuttoned to make room for the hips she didn’t have when it was bought. And they knew exactly nobody. There was something relaxing for both of them, to have some hours of time alone in a crowd, to build up the steam between them in a cocoon of public privacy.

He watched them, as if from a distance. Him, making very sure her ladder was stable. Her, shorts barely covering her ass, inches from his nose as she climbed it. Him, not stepping back.

He showed her how to better hold the power drill. He put his arms around her, forearms pressed against the sides of her breasts, helping her to safely put a screw in the ceiling. The look of his hands holding her hands above her head, got him rock hard. She arched her back and stretched her arms higher, pushed her ass against his zipper. Her breath was a little quick also. “Are you scared of heights? You’re shaky.”

“You’ll hold me, keep me from falling.”

Id and Superego: “Come on. This shit’s not fair.”

“Do you have plans for your birthday?”

“Yeah, of course, my folks are taking me out, and then I’m seeing my girls.”

“How about the next day?”

“I’m free the next day.”

“Well, if you want to, stop by.”

Ego: “We did it, guys. We made it.”

Id and Superego: “Fuck you.”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

In unison: “Cue tenterhooks.”

§

She stopped by.

Ego had used the intervening time organizing everyone into an unstoppable task force, so that by the evening of the day after she turned nineteen, they both knew where they were headed. There was no doubt.

As he put a glass of wine into her hand, she said that Mike had told her she was a bitch. “People do that, when they’re hurt. My last girlfriend told me I give shitty head.”

“Was she right?”

“Maybe. I say I should learn to do it better, on you.”

He’d spent the morning of the day after she turned nineteen making a celebration brunch for her (where he taught her to make biscuits, from behind, hot breath in her ear as he kissed her neck).

He’d spent the afternoon of the day after she turned nineteen nibbling on her lower lip, and pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra.

He’d spent the early part of the evening of the day after she turned nineteen settling her on top of him and putting a jeans-covered thigh between hers and inviting her to grind on it.

Since, in addition to all that, he’d dropped to his knees and whispered the last sentence of that conversation into the hollow of her hip, she agreed.

He freshened her wine, and backed her up against the wall. The look on her face as he knelt before her, was worth the wait. He took his sweet time kissing her legs apart. He kissed her pussy through the satin as he had her neck that morning. With lips soft, tongue softer, he nibbled her clit, as he had her lower lip that afternoon. Swiveling her hips against his palm as she had against his thigh that evening, he finally made her ask for it. “You want it?”

Shy, all the sudden, her voice a whisper, “Yes.”

“Repeat after me: you want me to take your panties down. You want me to get you off.”

In a breathy, nervous little voice, “I want you to take my panties down. I want you to get me off.” By the grace of God, he didn’t come in his pants right then.

Running all four fingers from her belly to her pussy, “You want me to take your panties down with my hands? Running the tip of his nose down the middle until he got to the place they were riding up, “Or with my teeth?” Four fingers and the tip of his nose again, “Both, I think.” He took some time pulling the panties from where they’d ridden up, pulled her panties to just below her ass, and put one of those four fingers inside her, kissing her right on the clit with a fluttering tongue.

“Let’s set your glass down, honey. Be safer.”

So it turned out he didn’t need lessons. It turned out that his method worked great on her, and that climbing up her skirt face first was a short road to a fantastic fuck, but she kidded him that his girlfriend was right. His technique needed work. So he practiced. For two solid weeks he practiced. In his kitchen, on his couch, in his bed, in his car, in his office. “You know I can tell when you come, right?”

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Sometime in the middle of the night Allegra woke to find him already hard inside her. She could hear the rain pounding against the windows and the boom of thunder off in the distance; could feel his hard cock throb with an answering pulse deep inside her. She arched her hips, grinding her ass back into him as he spooned her. He chuckled softly in the darkness, and Allegra gave a low groan of frustration.

“Not yet,” Bryce whispered in her ear, flicking his tongue against the delicate shell. “I could stay like this all night,” he told her, running his rough hands over her soft skin. He slid his hands up to her full breasts, swirling the tips of his fingers around her hardening nipples. He moaned as Allegra’s tight pussy contracted around his cock, her muscles rippling up and down the length of his shaft.

Allegra grinned and did it again. She loved hearing him moan. She arched her back, pushing her tits further into his hands. He slid out of her a fraction of an inch, and she moved her hips back and forth, barely riding his cock. He groaned, and his hands tightened on her flesh. She leaned her head back against his chest and swiveled her hips, loving the feeling of his cock touching every Van Escort inch of her pussy.

“Tease,” he groaned.

“Me?” she whispered. “I can’t imagine what you’d be talking about.”

Bryce moaned. “Yes, you,” he said. “Do you know what happens to cock teases like you?” he asked her forcefully, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

Allegra’s breath hissed out, her pussy grabbing at his cock as he slid it from within her. “No…” she groaned. “Don’t stop. I want you to fuck me,” she whimpered.

“You do, do you?” he asked.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me now!” she told him, grinding her ass into his hard cock. His hands were playing with her nipples, driving her crazy. He pinched them hard and her pussy throbbed, wanting to feel his hard cock buried in her again.

Bryce grinned, sliding his hands back down to her hips, holding her against his cock. “Is this what you want, Allegra?” he said.

“Yes,” she moaned, bucking back against him.

Bryce took his cock in his hand and slid it between her wet pussy lips, rubbing the head against her throbbing clit. Her hips arched backward, trying to get more of his cock. He rubbed his cock Van Escort Bayan harder against her, and she moaned softly. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, rubbing his cock up and down the length of her slit.

Allegra slid a hand down her body, wrapping her fingers around his cock as it slid against her clit. He thrust into her hand, and she tightened her grip, moving her hand up and down his shaft. She slid her hand and his cock down to the entrance of her pussy and rubbed his head against her, spreading her wet warmth over both of them.

Bryce thrust gently through the circle formed by her fingers and stopped, poised at her opening. She tried to draw him in, her pussy lips fluttering against his cock. With a groan he slid the head of his cock inside her tight pussy. Her pussy grabbed at him, trying to take him deep.

“More,” Allegra demanded. The feel of the head of his cock just inside her was driving her mad. She wrapped her fingers more tightly around him and tried to slide him deeper. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, drawing her hand away. She groaned in frustration. “I want more. I want you to bury your cock in me,” she whispered, leaning her head Escort Van back under his chin and flicking her tongue along his throat.

“You do? I’m not sure you’re ready yet,” Bryce said. He slid another inch into her and stopped. The feel of her warm wet pussy wrapped tightly around his dick was killing him. He grabbed her hips in his hands and drove deep, burying his cock in her in one thrust. She bucked against him, riding him as he slid into her tight hot cunt. He drew out and slid deep again, loving the way her pussy milked his cock.

Allegra was going to explode. His cock was pounding her pussy, stretching it wide. She could feel him driving deep into her, withdrawing, then driving deep again. The sensation was incredible. Then he slid a hand from her hip down to her clit, teasing it with the tip of his finger. She lurched forward into his hand and he followed, pinning her between his hand and his cock.

“Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want you to cum all over my hard cock,” Bryce told her, circling her clit with the pad of his thumb as he drove into her. He slid his other hand up to her tits, took a nipple between his fingers, and pinched, hard. He groaned and thrust into her recklessly as her pussy spasmed around his dick, tightening and releasing rhythmically. “Good girl,” he groaned as he slammed into her hard, burying his dick up to his balls. He swelled in her and bit her shoulder as he came, filling her with his hot seed.

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Have you ever just seen a woman walk past and feel your heart skip a beat? I was on vacation in the Dominican Republic. My company had sent me down to check on one of our factories down there and put me up into a nice all inclusive resort hotel for a few days, so when my assignment was over I decided to make it a solid week and stay by the pool for a few days to catch some sun and drink some nice rum. Of course, staying out of the cold climate of home was always an added bonus, as were all of the bodies by the pool. After several days of work I needed to relax with a good book.

One of the nice things about the Caribbean is the variety of women that go down there. As I set up my spot by the pool and settled in with my book, and of course my reflective sunglasses I was treated to a display of bodies I didn’t get to see in the cold of winter. For quite some time I did not turn a page of my book as I was too busy checking out all of the women who came to sun themselves at poolside. Most of them were mothers and had children in tow. One couple set up very close to me and I was treated to a stunning Italian woman slowly stripping off her shorts and short to reveal perfect C cup breasts barely contained in a striped black and green bikini and a full, round ass to match. It was hard not to stare when she stretched out her long body on her chair and started to rub herself down with lotion. I was close enough to see the lotion glistening on her already olive skin and her flowing black hair just completed the package. Unfortunately she also had a husband with her.

One of the problems of being by yourself at these places was meeting people, especially when your primary language is English. It was easy to spot the Americans and Canadians, but normally the more attractive women were from Europe and South America, and my Spanish and French were not up to par. However, that didn’t mean I couldn’t try but really that’s not what I was there for. Plus, finding a woman that you could flirt with that didn’t have a husband or boyfriend close at hand was a challenge as well. After the first day I had resigned myself to stroking myself while picturing my Italian beauty riding my cock with her breasts moving slowly above me.

Of course, one of the positive things about these resorts was that they get new people in every day. It is easy to spot them because they show up at the pool white as ghosts and usually fry themselves red on the first day. It was the second day that she walked onto the pool deck and I almost dropped my book when she walked by. It was obviously a family from another country and with the French I heard it could only be France. Two little girls and an older one of probably 10 plus a mother and father. But it was who walked with the youngest girls’ hand in hers that made me stare. She was obviously young, with the flawless body that only comes with lack of age. Her dirty blonde hair flowed in light curls over her shoulders. Her small breasts were encased in a black bikini top and pushed together for a hint of cleavage and her lower body was wrapped in a see through sarong that showed the hint of her ass encased in a black bikini bottom to match. The most stunning thing was her ice blue eyes and her full, red lips. Her skin was already slightly dark and she had no flaws anywhere. As she walked by slowly I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Luckily the family could only put their things on the chairs just within my line of sight, and I was treated to this young girl slowly stripping off her sarong to reveal a tight, firm ass barely covered by a French cut bikini bottom. She was obviously the nanny, and over the next hour I was treated to her sliding her firm young body in and out of the pool, splashing and playing and then lying in the sun after a while to tan her gorgeous body. I probably didn’t even turn a page in my book. However, there was no way I could approach her while the whole family was around. Plus I had no idea how old she was and didn’t want to get into any trouble of course. I decided to head over to the pool bar and when I got up and stretched I noticed her eyes on me. I am only 30 and keep myself in very good shape, and I’m sure my tan from already being there for a while didn’t hurt. I had found more than one wife or girlfriend checking me out as I walked around the pool. I made sure to look at her and smile slightly so that she knew I had seen her. She immediately looked away but not before a smile broke out on her lips as well. That’s when I knew that she was looking at me as well.

For the rest of the afternoon I made sure that I was always in the area near her, and had an opportunity to speak to her after a ball came flying over to me. As I walked over she accepted it with a “merci” and I made sure she noticed me devouring her body with my eyes as I responded in my broken French. All I could think of to say was “you are magnificent” and she blushed, but I could tell that she didn’t think it was too forward because she smiled, dropped her eyes and lightly ran away, flashing her gorgeous ass as she jumped into the pool. My cock was getting hard just watching her. I started to think about Sivas Escort a plan so that I could see if she was interested in some companionship without the family around. Seducing younger girls is always either totally impossible or very easy in my experience, I was hoping she would be in the latter category. However, it was not going to be easy with her employers and charges around. I had a feeling though after those first few flirtatious looks that there was more to this girl than met the eye. When she looked at me and I smiled, she got a mischievous glint in her ice blue eyes and more than once I knew she was positioning herself so that I could see her stretch her long lean body and push her breasts out. Maybe this was a French girl who was interested in a little bit of fun after all.

The evening found me at one of the restaurants, and I had the fortune to have her family walk in twenty minutes after I arrived. My position didn’t allow me to see her, but when I went up to the salad bar she was there. I smiled at her again and tried some more of my broken French, asking about the food. She barely said anything but still smiled. Her thin frame was encased in a pair of tight beige Capri pants and a light blue halter top, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra but her thong underwear peeked out from her pants as she walked away, a little bit of a shimmy in her hips as she looked over her shoulder at me. The kids were obviously going to bed after dinner and I was hoping to run into her at the show. After dinner I proceeded to the event but saw no sign of her. Disappointed, I decided to head to the “disco” bar to have one final drink before bed. When I walked in it was crowded and smoky, so I knew I wouldn’t stay long.

Maybe there would be another older woman to flirt with who could actually speak English and that would help to kill my time there because I didn’t feel like going to bed just yet. Walking to the bar and taking a long look around there were a couple of enticing looking women around but again, they all had partners with them or were part of large groups. I was standing at the bar thinking about what to do next when a body pushed up against me and I turned to see a pair of icy blue eyes I had been staring at all day. My face immediately broke out into a big smile. Not knowing what to say, I merely introduced myself and started trying to make conversation with my broken French. The good thing was that her English was just as bad as my French so we played with each other through language. After a few minutes I forgot the rest of the bar was even there. Every time she smiled and played with her hair my cock grew just a little bit harder, but I had a feeling it was the wrong time to make any sort of move. Instead I began to flirt, lightly touching her arms and keeping my body close to hers as we tried to talk. I found out that she was an au pair for the family she was with, and confirmed that she was 18 and a student in university. She was very interested in my country and had always wanted to visit there. When I asked about boyfriends she simply blushed and shook her head. Not much was said beyond usual basic talk but her body language was driving me crazy. She was leaning her body against me the whole time and her perky breasts pushed against my arm. Occasionally I would run my fingers up and down her upper arms and she would shiver. I think she knew how hard I was because it was hard to hide my raging erection in my loose khaki pants, and being this close to her was enough to let me throw caution to the wind.

Suddenly she surprised me by taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor when a particular bump and grind song came on. Her eyes were electric under the lights and all I could do was shuffle and watch her ass sway side to side to the music. After a minute of torture watching her she turned and pressed herself into me. It would have been impossible for her not to feel my cock at this point, but she started grinding against me anyway, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and letting me smell her hair and neck as she writhed against me. This innocent looking girl was obviously looking for something a little bit more than just babysitting and reading in the sun. I decided to take things a step further and slid my hands down to feel her firm ass as she continued to move against me.

My one hand moved up her back into her hair and began to stroke her neck as we moved together. When the song ended she moved away, still with my hand in hers and we moved off the dance floor. I guided her into a corner and was about to lean in to finally kiss her when she pulled away from me, apologizing for having to leave suddenly. That’s when I spotted the parents she had come with across the room looking around as if they were searching for her. Then again, I knew that if I let her get away I might not get the opportunity again. I grabbed her wrist firmly and slipped my room card key into her pocket, whispering my room number to her. She gave me a quick smile and was gone.

I couldn’t believe what had happened. Just thinking about that young firm body grinding against mine was enough Sivas Escort Bayan to keep my cock rock hard as I got a new card key from the front desk and headed back to my room. As soon as I was inside I slipped off my clothes and began to stroke my cock thinking of her firm breasts, moist lips and tight ass and what they would look like exposed lying on my bed. It certainly didn’t take much for me to finish myself off, with my cock pulsing I shot load after load onto my stomach as I lay in bed in anticipation. The night branched out before me as I lay in bed, hoping to hear the noise of my door opening until I finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. When I woke up and headed into the breakfast area there was no sign of her or her family around, although it was late considering that I hadn’t slept most of the night. When I eagerly moved to the pool area, there was again no sign of them. I lay down in my usual spot and resigned myself to gazing at the other bodies around me.

After what had happened the night before I was almost pining to see her tight body again. However, I knew that after what happened the night before she might be staying away from me. It was a very long day, and finally as I headed to dinner I saw her and her family heading back into the resort. They had obviously been on a day excursion and were just getting back. With relief I watched as they walked towards me. Her eyes briefly lifted and met mine with a small smile as we passed and I said a polite hello to her family. As they walked past she hung in the back and I turned around to see her fingers move to signal an hour. I knew then that she mad more in mind than just dancing. My heart raced and my evening could not move fast enough. When I got back to my room after dinner I still had some time before the hour she had signalled so I stripped down to only my shorts and began to read in bed, waiting for what I hoped would be a knock on the door. I jerked awake suddenly, hearing a key working in the lock. I sprung out of bed and switched off the light. As the door opened, she stood in the doorway framed by the light as a perfect vision of young loveliness. The light behind her shone through her hair and framed her body, wrapped in a tight summer dress.

She moved past me into the room smelling of light perfume and my cock was already hard just thinking about what was going to happen. I kept the light off as she walked in and moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her in a light hug. As her hands moved up to hold my arms I leaned down and began lightly kissing her neck. Since we both knew what she was here for I didn’t see any point in moving slowly. Her blonde hair ticked my nose and I inhaled the scent of her skin, it smelled so fresh. My hard cock was poking her in the back and she began grinding her hips onto it just as she had in the club on the night before. I used my tongue to lick lightly down the side of her neck to her shoulder, just barely covered with the lightest of straps and kissed my way back up, feeling her shiver in my arms and goose bumps appear on her arms. I have a good grasp of the areas to touch on a woman, and kept gently nibbling at her neck and ear lobes while stroking her upper arms lightly to create more friction. Her firm ass kept moving against me and I had to stop it for fear of exploding in my pants like a teenager.

I gently turned her around and move my hands into her long hair, pulling her mouth to mine and finally got to taste her lips for the first time. She surprised me by sliding her tongue immediately into my mouth and sensually moving it slowly in and out. French girls obviously knew how to french kiss. Her small firm breasts were not covered by a bra, and I slowly moved my hands down her tight body to reveal a pair of thong bikini underwear, which just served to drive me even crazier. Gently moving her back, I kept my tongue dancing with hers as we moved our position to the front of the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed the bottom of her dress, sliding it up and over her head. Her body in the moonlight coming through the window was a vision of perfection, with her small breasts standing proud. They were capped with quarter size nipples and were hard as rocks already. Her bikini underwear came over her hips and showed not a trace of fat on her thighs. She still had a small bit of fat on her stomach, which I found even sexier and I began kissing her stomach as she moved her hands into my hair. I could smell the fact that her pussy was already dripping wet and slid my hands between her thighs to confirm that her panties were wet and ready to be stripped off of her. She was trembling as I sat in front of her and moved my mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking each one in turn and moving my kisses in between them. Her skin tasted so sweet I wanted to take her right there and then. However, it was me who got the sudden surprise. Not a word had been exchanged so far but suddenly she pushed me back onto the bed.

I was surprised but couldn’t wait to have this sexy young nymph on top of me, and she crawled immediately onto the bed and pulled my shorts Escort Sivas off. My cock sprung into the air as hard as a rock. I knew that it wouldn’t take much to make me explode. Unfortunately she was obviously as hard as I was and slid her panties off quickly, climbing on top of me and sliding my cock into her deep and hard right away. I thought one stroke would make me blow right away, but her pussy was so wet I slid all the way into her with one stroke and she buried her face on my chest giving a small cry of satisfaction. I could feel her tight pussy muscles gripping me deep inside her. I decided that we could always go for another round because this beauty was not leaving my room anytime soon so I began to move my hips slowly so that my cock moved in and out of her, knowing it would not take much for me to shoot inside her. However, I wanted to feel her explode first so I moved my hand between our bodies to tease her clit. Wrapping my other hand around her as she gasped into my chest I began to play with her clit while my cock moved inside her and felt her pussy get tighter and tighter, ready to explode all over me, which she proceeded to do after a couple of minutes, digging her hands into the sheets around us. Not more than ten minutes had passed since she walked into the door and I couldn’t take it any longer. My cock exploded as hard as it ever has and I felt my hot sperm shooting inside her. As we came down, I wrapped my arms around her and looked into her gorgeous blue eyes. She had a dazed look on her face and we kissed deeply and hard again. It was obvious that she wanted the release just as much as I did. I was beginning to wonder where this girl got all of her experience. We sat there for a moment while my cock grew soft inside her and she moved off of me, standing as if in a daze.

I certainly didn’t want this night to end so quickly so I stood up and again wrapped my arms around her, kissing her lips and holding her close. After a short hesitation, she wrapped her arms around me and allowed me to guide her towards the bed, where I laid down and slid her into my arms, holding her head on my chest and lightly stroking her hair. It smelled so good I laid there just inhaling her scent and moving my hands lightly up and down her body while we laid there quietly. I got an idea and after a few minutes stood her up, taking her hand and leading her into the bathroom for a shower to keep us both awake and get us ready for the next encounter. I kept the lights off but the water was warm and I guided her under the spray with another shiver for both of us. It was easy at that point for me to let me hands roam all over her nearly perfect body. I slid them from her shoulders down her upper back, raking my nails lightly down her back, and then moving them down to squeeze her firm ass from behind. I then moved them around and explored the area around her pussy, noticing that she was mostly shaved except for a light mound of hair. Moving my hands up I squeezed her breasts. They were hard and firm and her nipples were hard again with anticipation. I grabbed the soap and cleaned her body completely, letting the water wash it off and turned her to face me, kissing her again. At first gently, and then with more force as I slid my tongue into her mouth again and felt my cock get hard again pressing against her tight body. I knew what I wanted to do ever since I saw her perfect ass and knowing he would be dripping wet already I turned her around. Taking her hands and bracing them against the shower walls in front of her I lined my cock up with her perfect pussy from behind and slowly slid my cock into her from behind. There was no protest or even hesitation on her part, and like the first time my cock entered her she just gave a sigh and started to slide back and forth on my hard cock. Thankfully since I had already come once I knew I could take my time and was planning on making this time last.

We moved together like that with me moving my hands to her breasts and I decided to see how she liked it a little rougher, beginning to pinch her nipples and bite her lightly on the neck. She responded aggressively, growling in her throat and starting to push back against me even harder. Bringing my mouth to the back of her neck and my hand to her hard clit, I started to rub it furiously while keeping my cock buried deep inside her. She started to squeal harder and just when I felt her pussy tighten I bit down hard on her neck and she cried out, her pussy spasming in orgasm. Her hands beat tiny fists against the wall as her cries came shorter and quieter. She obviously had a very hard orgasm and stopped my thrusting to let her calm down. Now it was time to change venues and really enjoy myself. Obviously she liked it a little rough and I was going to take advantage of that. I pulled my cock out of her, shut the water off and pulled her back out into the bedroom soaking wet. Taking no time I pushed her down on the bed roughly and mounted her right away, my cock entering her fully and I pushed my mouth into hers, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth. It was like heaven when I felt her wrap her legs around me and start pushing her hips up to meet my hard thrusts. She started to grunt with each thrust getting louder and louder until her cries reached a fever pitch in my ears. I was amazed at how this young girl was taking my cock with every stride and giving back to me in every way possible.

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The moonlight hit her face just right to show her wrinkled forehead, showing the effort she was making to not give a hint of the anguish though it clearly shone in her eyes. Her beautiful tan skin with that freckle right above her right lip and the effortless smile as she looked at him could not hide the sadness in her eyes. He always made her smile. He did not have to do much to accomplish that – his presence alone did it. But today he was moving away. This was not a sudden decision. From the moment they met, it was clear. He was going to move far away by the end of the month. The first moment you feel a connection, the inevitable end is the farthest thing from your mind. They refused to acknowledge it explicitly. However, they had a deal in place. Bringing sex into the equation would just make it worse. The end would be unbearable then. They tried to keep it platonic. For 28 days. Tonight was it. He was flying out tomorrow noon. He had said goodbye to everyone else earlier in the day and had kept aside his last few hours in the city for her. Just so that he could soak in every aspect of her before he had to leave. He wished she could go with him. But her responsibilities kept her here. They walked the pier like they had done on many of the nights before. Neither of them were fans of the romantic candle lit dinner. They had always walked. They would then stop by at any place open at the hour, just to rest their feet enough to be able to walk till dawn. But this time it was different. She could not chat to her heart’s content like before. He could not playfully roll his eyes at her only to draw her close and kiss her forehead and whisper into her ear to go on. She had never felt this wanted, secure, and special.

They seemed to have their gazes fixed on the waves in the ocean. One, two, three. She would then turn to him to catch a quick glimpse and aver her eyes before she started crying. He did the same. He could not bear the thought that her radiant face was being betrayed by her eyes today because of him. He wished he could take that sorrow away from her. They reached the end of the pier and stood there in silence for what seemed like hours. He slowly moved toward her, taking her hand in his as if to signal to her that it was all going to be fine. This was his gesture for being there for her as long as he breathed. That touch was almost unbearable for her. She could not be strong anymore. Quickly turning to him, she jumped into his arms, and started to cry into his chest, feeling his heart beat faster in helplessness. He wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could despite knowing it was a promise he could not keep. He had to leave in a few hours. But not yet.

They did not say a word to each other. Both took the time to finally let the feeling sink in. This is it. There was nothing they could do about it. After a few minutes, she looked up at him. The strain of trying to stay strong for her was clearly visible. He looked at her, his arms still wrapped tightly around her as though to keep her close for as long as he can. A smile came over her face. She decided that for this moment, right here, he was all there was. There was no flight tomorrow, there was no distance, this was her world. Right now. Right here. He tilted her head and slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise. Just as soon as he had done that, the smile did what it had done from the moment he had laid his eyes on her – melt away everything that had occupied his mind. It was just her there. Her lovely brown eyes looking at him, and that smile – that smile could change worlds and he’d know.

He let go of her and brought his hands to her face. She had always had short hair but for him she had let it grow. She had always boasted to him about her “sacrifice”. “I cancelled my appointment. For you!” Then playfully tug at her hair to show how much Tekirdağ Escort it had grown, for him. This was the closest to professing her feelings she had gotten thus far. He knew this was her way of saying it. His way was to take her immediately into his arms and run his fingers through her hair and to whisper into her ear “Count these. That’s how much I love having you in my arms right now”. She knew what he meant. These memories played out in their heads right now as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears. She smiled again and asked “How much?” He smiled in return and ran his fingers through her hair and enthusiastically said “THIS MUCH!” Both of them laughed for a second at their goofiness. She yelled “doofus” and he immediately retorted “brat”.

“Maybe we could sit down somewhere?” She said, turning her gaze back to the ocean.

He simply nodded and took her hand, leading her towards the beach.

They knew it was going to be a cold night, so they had their coats on and she had taken a shawl for earlier. They found a spot right next to the pillars of the pier that gave a good view of the ocean in front of them and the stars above yet offered some privacy. She spread the shawl across the sand and sat down, looking at him to come join her. She saw his silhouette across the night-sky in the moonlight. He wasn’t much taller than her and had shaved off his beard the day after they had met. He later confessed that it was because of a passing remark she had made about liking clean-shaven men. The boy needed a tan though. But it was his eyes that she loved. The kindness in them was nothing like she had seen before and they hadn’t lied. He was the kindest person she had ever known.

She scooched to give him room. They spoke of his trip and how long it will take for him to travel 14000 kms across the world. She kept asking him if he had all his things packed and whether he wanted to catch some sleep before he had to leave. She wanted him to stay but he had more than a day of travel ahead of him. Each time she said it, he just smiled and kissed her forehead. After asking him once more, as he leaned in to kiss her forehead, she blurted out “I am going to miss you so much”. He saw the sadness return to her eyes as though with a vengeance. He wanted to take it away. He had to make her feel better. This time he leaned in and kissed her lips – gently taking her lips into his, lingering a while before looking back at her. She was lost in his kiss and as his lips moved away, her lower lip seemed to try to grasp onto any contact.

She looked at him and whispered “Kiss me again”.

Taking her face into his hands again, this time, he kissed her, feeling every inch of his body aching to make this last forever. She slowly opened her mouth and their tongues explored each other. She suddenly stopped the kiss. He was unsure about what had happened. She sat up straight, took a moment, and then slowly removed her coat. Looking at him as she did, she said “I want you right now. I want you to make me yours.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Don’t you want to?”

“You know there’s nothing more that I want than to have you be mine. But you know I still have to leave?”

“Yes. I have never felt this way with anyone else. This will make us complete in every way. I want this story to be complete.”

He did not say anything else. He looked at her, her white blouse moving in the ocean breeze. She wasn’t the classic beauty. But she had been blessed with good features. Her beautiful brown skin, her radiant eyes, her button nose that she felt was too tiny but which kept her looking playful and young for someone who had crossed the big 3-0 threshold. That smile. He would be lying if he said he had never noticed what was below her face. He had seen her in various attires over the past Tekirdağ Escort Bayan month to have an idea of what they hid. Her breasts seemed just the right size to cup in his hands. A slender waist and wide hips gave way to a reasonably big taut ass. He always thought it was because of her ethnicity but would immediately shake his head at himself for stereotyping.

She slowly took her coat off. Her breathing getting heavier. Was she sure of what she was going to do? Suddenly she smiled again. Of course, she was. She had thought of doing that each time she had playfully poked his face or dragged him by his arm across city crowds or grazed past his body as they sat together, chatting with friends. She thought of only this moment. Right here, right now. He wasn’t a fitness model but he had taken care of himself well. His touch was gentle and she wanted to feel it all over her and finally rest her hair on his skin. Feel his heart beating not through clothes. Feel his pulse race as he made her his.

Once these thoughts flooded their heads, it did not take too long for the clothes to come off. She had taken off her blouse and pants before pulling him closer to her and unbuttoning his shirt, running her hand over his bare chest as it became visible. As soon as she had helped him out of his shirt, she pushed him onto the sand and jumped on him. Their eyes locked and they just took in the moment for a second. Suddenly, she poked his face to bring him out of his trance. They both giggled before she leaned down to kiss him again. Both their hands roaming over each others’ bodies. She finally brought her hands up along his sides to clutch his hair while he unclasped her bra. As soon as she heard the click, she leaned back to take her bra off. He slowly moved his hands from her sides to trace her breasts. He was right. They looked perfect. Her dark brown areolas surrounding her hard nipple just calling out to him. He took them in his hands, first tracing his fingers over them before rolling them in his fingers, pinching one while cupping the other breast.

She had longed for this and now this was happening. She started feeling his manhood through his pants. She leaned forward to kiss him and slowly scooched down while making a trail of kisses through his body. She could not get enough of contact with his skin. Once she had made her way till his belt, she looked at him and smiled. Her heart was racing. She undid his pants, slowly lowering it and his briefs. His cock sprung out of his briefs and she was taken aback for a quick second. He laid a reassuring hand on head and then helped himself get out of his pants.

She did not understand her feelings. She had never craved for a cock this much. It was as though her body could not let him go without feeling him completely. She could not go on without giving herself to this man. Taking it in her hands, she touched it delicately. It twitched at her touch. Wrapping her hand around it, she started to stroke it gently.

He was taking it all in. Her touch felt like her smile. It just made him feel content, happy, and oddly free. And then to his surprise, he felt her lips on his cock – enveloping the head, with her tongue swirling around, with caution at first and then with abandon. A slight moan passed his lips. She slowly took each inch in. Then she released it just to run her tongue down the side and end it with a lingering kiss on the head, all the while stroking it. She could feel it throbbing. Nothing had felt this real to her. He lowered her again on his cock, guiding her by placing his hands and grabbing her hair. Then as she came up for the next time, he pulled her closer to him. After kissing her, he swiftly pushed her to his side on the shawl. He was now straddling her. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair and leaned forward to Escort Tekirdağ take her breasts in his mouth. She felt his tongue running circles around her nipple, and then she felt him kiss it gently. Taking it in his mouth, he gave it a playful bite and immediately kissed it after as though to make the slight pain go away. He then slowly made his way down her body. Kissing every inch, and stopped just above her panties. He pulled himself up to kiss her lips again. But this time his hands roamed to her pussy, rubbing her clit through her panties – slowly rubbing it while getting aroused by her growing dampness.

He could not wait any longer. Pushing himself down again, he slowly revealed the treasure to himself. With her panties out of the way, he had to taste her. Her glistening pussy lips had to be tasted. He ran his tongue over the whole length of her lips. He felt a shiver run through her under him. He loved the reaction her body was having to his touch. His hands took over hers, their fingers entangled like the rest of their bodies currently were and he pushed his face into her mound. Taking her smell in, he started flicking her clit with his tongue. He could sense her writhing under him. Sucking on her clit, licking her pussy, biting her lips. He paced himself according to how her body responded. He wanted her to feel the pleasure but he wanted her body to need it, desperately. He wanted her to beg him to cum. So each time he felt that she could be close, he would slow down. Finally, she could not bear this any longer. Her body could not go on without cumming. She yelled out to him “Please, let me cum. Please”.

He quickened his pace and kept eating her out while her body shuddered in pleasure, with her senses being taken over by this immense wave of pleasure. Her body arched forward and her toes curled. After a few moments, she collapsed back into the shawl and he looked up at her. A smile came over his face to see her lying there. Her eyes closed. Her breasts moving with each relaxing breath she took.

As she came down from the high, she pulled him back up. They kissed again, this time she could taste herself on his tongue. This was something she never thought would happen. As they continued kissing, her hands found its way to his now hard cock. He felt her stroke his cock and he started to slowly grind against her body. She broke her kiss and whispered “I need you to fuck me now”.

He positioned himself over her and she slowly guided his cock into her. He was very gentle. Letting her feel every inch enter her slowly. Once she had taken it all in, he slowly pulled it out. The first time the cock pulled out completely, a slight frown appeared on her face and her hips thrusted forward as though to keep a hold on it. He put it in again and continued with gentler, slower strokes making sure it never lost contact with her pussy. He then took it out again. She opened her eyes to look at him while he rubbed his shaft over her pussy lips, teasing her clit with his head. He winked at her. Her furrowed brows telling him she wanted it back in. He winked at her again. This time she changed her tactic and made a pouty face at him. “Put it back in, please”.

His cock could not take the teasing anymore too. He rammed in his whole length in one quick move. She winced as she felt it go in. Then he quickened his pace and she let out a moan. He leaned forward and kissed her. Continuing to fuck her, he took her hands in his on their sides and kissed her lips and neck. He could hear her moaning. He knew he was getting close. She yelled for him to keep going. “Please, let me cum again”. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock and he continued fucking her while another wave of pleasure washed over her body. That was enough to push him over the edge too. Both of them lay there moaning in pleasure as their bodies lost control of themselves. He collapsed on her, kissing her passionately.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. He once again saw those radiant eyes he had met 28 days ago, devoid of any sadness. He knew that he would carry the memory of that one look for the rest of his life.

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“You’re not a fool. You can sit down, if you’d like.”

“I’m not keeping you from working on your story?”

At a wooden table in the otherwise empty Mystery section of the campus library, Abbey pulled out a chair next to her. “Are you a writer, too?”

“Aspiring.” He sat and faced her, keeping his voice low. “I have started a bunch of them, but I haven’t finished any.”

“What are they about?”

“I am embarrassed to say.”

“Ewoks?”

He shook his head, tickled. “They are slightly more erotic than yours.”

“Hardcore humping?” Abbey teased, closing her spiral notebook with her pen inside.

He laughed. “More like tender intercourse. But it can get a little wild. Well, it could, if I actually wrote the scenes that have been developing in my mind for months.”

“Write them down. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“They might be awful.”

“Then fix them. It’s easier to make a story better when it’s on paper or on a screen than when the words are swimming in your head.”

“Maybe I’ll take your advice.”

“I give very good advice.”

“I don’t think I introduced myself.” He held out his hand. “I’m Jed.”

She shook it. “Hello, Jed. I’m-“

“Abbey, yeah, of course.” Jed wiped his sweaty palms on his corduroys. “I’ve read all your stories.”

“The ones I’ve published. Should I be concerned by your fandom?”

“I just read a lot. I’ve read more books than anyone else I know.”

“Doubtful.” She winked.

“But I’ve never met one of my favorite authors in person before.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” He held up a library paperback anthology and turned to her bio page. “You’re even cuter in person.”

“You’re making me blush. “

“Did I go too far? I don’t want to be a creep.”

She looked him over. “Between the two of us, I don’t have a monopoly on cuteness.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You know all about me. Tell me about you.”

“What would you like to learn?”

Her eyes widened. “You’re Jed.”

“I just said that.”

“We have met before. I mean, I’ve seen you before, at those post grad events for American expats studying across the pond.”

“Kind of silly if we’re supposed to immerse ourselves in European cultures, but I show up.”

“My friends are friends with your friends.”

“According to the transitive property, that makes us the friendliest of friends.”

Abbey settled back. “Also makes you slightly less of a creep.”

“You’re going to perform reconnaissance on me,” he surmised.

“What will I dig up?”

“Other than a public intoxication citation from my junior year at Georgetown, not much. I like to keep my nose clean. Makes it easier if I decide to run for office. If I searched, what would I find on you?”

“An enjoyable yet uneventful stint at Berkeley. My current sojourn at Oxford. An unexpected development in between. I named her Amelia. She lives back at home with Yalova Escort my Mom.”

Jed blinked. “I have no knowledge of any unexpected developments of my own.”

“Peachy.”

The 22-year-olds stared at each other, arms crossed, sizing up the prospect in front of them.

Abbey frowned at his coiffed brown hair, his kind blue eyes, the dark reddish stubble sprouting along his sharp jawline. She could never explain it-not even two decades later, when she and Jed finally moved in together for the first time, in their deceptively compact Oakland bungalow-but that was the moment Abbey felt in her bones that, even with her mounting reservations, she would fall in love with Jed very soon.

She also predicted that Jed would fall in love with her at the exact same time.

And neither of them could foresee that they would stay in love with each other for longer than either of them would expect.

Despite what happened next.

“I should go.” Jed arose, pushing the book closer to Abbey.

She was surprised, disappointed, yet amused. “Never meet your heroes. They never live up to your expectations.”

“Heroine,” he replied.

“No, thanks. I had some Coke earlier.”

“Not the drug, I meant-“

“I know what you meant.” Abbey coiled her cropped hair into low, tight bun. She swiveled her wooden chair away from Jed, reopened her notebook, and began writing. “See you around, fellow countryman.”

He stuck his hands in his pockets and ambled toward the exit. “See you.”

…

“Fancy meeting you here.”

“It’s not a coincidence.”

Abbey leaned on the bar as she glugged her Orangina in the lively Dublin pub. “My friends, your friends, inevitable.”

“I asked them to throw this party. Admittedly, it didn’t take much arm-twisting; they do love a drink and a song.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“On the record: a last hurrah as grad students, before we all scatter to parts unknown after our programs end.”

“Off the record?”

Jed bit his lip and cast his gaze at every object in the vicinity before landing on Abbey’s nonplussed face. “My apology to you. I’m sorry I ran off the other day.”

“Ten days ago. I was counting.”

“I don’t have an excuse.” Jed’s hands froze in his pockets.

Abbey peered at him as she drained her orange-shaped bottle.

He returned her stare.

She set the glass container on the bartop with a thwack. “Great talk.” She brushed past him, waving at the members of her clique congregating across the room.

“Wait.” Jed caught her wrist. When he saw the fear in brown eyes, he released her instantly.

“Don’t grab me.” She stood and faced him.

“I won’t, ever again.”

“What would you like to say?”

The pair noticed that most of the bar’s patrons and staff were looking in their direction, keenly awaiting Jed’s response.

Jed blew a raspberry and shook his shoulders Yalova Escort Bayan to summon his courage. “Abbey.”

“This is she.”

“I like you, and I want to go out with you, and I should have asked you on a date at the library-“

“Ten days ago.”

“-but I got scared because you have a kid, even though she doesn’t live with you, because I’m stupid and you’re incredible, and I am embarrassing both you and me in a foreign country.” Jed inhaled, exhaled, then inhaled again.

“Agreed.”

“Yeah?”

“You are embarrassing. I am incredible. Where do you want to go?”

“Right now?

Abbey adjusted her purse. “I only came to this party because you would be here.”

Jed started smiling and didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

“You didn’t have to stage a live event.” Abbey held out her hand and led Jed to the pub’s front door. “You could have called me.”

“I will remember that for the next time I screw up.”

She continued walking alongside him as they exited the establishment. “The next time?”

“I have a feeling there will be many more next times.”

She paused with him on the sidewalk. Abbey ran a finger along his stubbly, red jawline, making Jed shiver. “So do I.”

…

“Obligatory sex scene!”

“There is always one in these tales, but it’s tasteful.”

On the extra long twin bed in Jed’s dimly lit dorm room, Abbey wiggled her bare toes against Jed’s ankle as they watched an action movie. “Is this what you’re into?”

“Breathing into each other’s mouths while a 80s ballad plays in the background?” He squinted at the screen of the chunky laptop perched on his desk, which was covered in books. “I could get into it.”

She snuggled under his arm. “It’s been a fun two months.”

“Are you going somewhere?”

“Eventually. We both are. We can’t stay in school forever.”

“What if we went somewhere together?”

“Seriously?”

“Is that a crazy idea? We could find jobs anywhere. The world is our oyster.”

Abbey rubbed his stomach. “I didn’t know we were… I thought this was…”

“A European fling?”

“Not that I wanted it to be. Where do you want to go?”

“Wherever you are.”

Abbey stopped rubbing. “The Bay Area. I have a series of interviews lined up out there. But I thought you were bound to Cambridge for law school.”

“I got dinged.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ve got a few months, then I’ll apply again. I could rewrite my essays in Northern California while I stump for a state senator.”

She resumed her rubs. “Then that’s what we’ll do. Together.”

“That was easy.” He sank into the mattress.

As Jed brushed the hair off her forehead, Abbey pointed at the actors’ slow thrusting on the screen. “We could do better than that.” Her caresses moved to his waistband.

Jed perked up. “You ready to try? Even though you’re scared about your fertility?”

Abbey Escort Yalova unzipped his jeans. “I talked to my doctor, you talked to yours. We’ve got the pill, the diaphragm, the spermicide, and the condoms. And my period should arrive the day after tomorrow. So if I get pregnant tonight, then in nine months, I’m giving birth to Jesus.”

Jed peeled off his Hoyas t-shirt, uncovering his strong chest. “I’d be so proud.”

They helped each other remove the rest of their clothes, prepared the array of prophylactics, and then sat cross legged on the bed, naked and afraid of what to do next.

A squadron of fighter jets flew across the laptop screen.

“I’ve fantasized about this moment a thousand times,” Jed confessed.

“Then why are you nervous?”

“I never thought my dream would come true.”

Abbey crawled across the lumpy comforter. She climbed into Jed’s lap, her bare bottom pressed atop his firm thighs. She brushed her thumb across his lips before she gave them a soft kiss. “Show me your fantasy.”

Jed returned the kiss, leaning back and spreading Abbey’s legs so that she could straddle him.

Abbey continued the smooches. Her brown legs slid along his pale legs as she settled her curvy body on top of Jed.

Jed placed his hands on Abbey’s round bottom, massaging her meaty cheeks, urging her hips closer to his.

Abbey positioned her pussy lips along her boyfriend’s wrapped shaft.

The two moaned and squirmed and panted on the bed, enhancing the friction between them, until Jed entered Abbey.

“Is this okay?” he asked her.

She nodded, balancing on top of him, squeezing Jed’s staff deeper in her cavern. “Yes.”

They moved together, each experimenting with rhythms that pleased the other, exploring the oscillations that brought them satisfaction.

“This is really good,” Abbey giggled, rocking back and forth on Jed. “You’re good at this.”

He kept his hands on her hips. “You had doubts?”

“I had hopes. You surpassed them.” Abbey grasped his hand. “I’m close. Rub my clit.”

He complied.

She came.

He held her while she shook, her large brown breasts wobbling near his nose. As she slumped forward with relief, Jed sucked on a nipple, if only to prevent his girlfriend’s bosom from smothering him.

Though the sucking was appreciated, Abbey pulled herself away. “You need to cum.” She shifted position, spinning to sit on his cock in reverse cowgirl.

“I need you, Abbey.” Jed petted her moist back as she gyrated on his rod. He reached around to thumb her clit, generating a mewling sound from her lips.

Jed felt his girlfriend’s walls pulsating around his cock once again. “Abbey, I’m gonna cum!”

She couldn’t respond, as she concentrating on trapping his thumb against her clit, since she was about to explode as well.

The weak bed creaked on the dorm room floor as the couple’s orgasms ebbed and flowed and created and swelled and eventually allayed into a quiet bliss.

Abbey lied down and found her way into Jed’s arms. Sticky and gratified, they held each other, listening to their hearts beat, amazed that this moment was actually happening. It was real.

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Patrick and Marie had to actually be semi-social over the next couple of days and the weather was beautiful as it usually is at the lake. They flirted outrageously, of course, every chance they got and even got in a few gropes but they just threw gasoline on the fire that was their desire.

Patrick decided that it was time for them to get a little “alone” time and called the golf course to schedule a tee time. It had been a while since they had been out on the golf course and they both loved it. Besides there were quite a few out of the way places for a couple to wander off while searching for “balls”.

Patrick yelled down to the dock to let Marie know when their tee time was that afternoon mainly because his cock was hitting the bottom of the table and would be quite obvious if he tried to stand up. Patrick had tried for years to get Marie to try something on the golf course but she had always chickened out. The way things had started this year and the fact that they hadn’t had any relief in a few days had his mind racing in many directions!

Patrick was sitting in the car listening to the radio and enjoying the AC when Marie popped out of the kitchen door. She was wearing a bright orange golf sweater with a very deep v-neck and a short khaki skirt. Patrick hadn’t seen this ensemble before and complimented Marie on it when she got in the car.

“This old thing;” Marie asked leaning over towards Patrick. “I’ve had it for years.”

Patrick’s eyes bulged as he saw the v-neck gape open and his wife’s beautify b cup breasts come into view. “No bra?” he asked.

“Nope; didn’t want it to get all sweaty.” Marie said grinning.

Patrick reached over and squeezed her thigh as he drove off towards the golf course. The drive was too short for him to get too riled up so he didn’t have any unusual bulges to adjust when he went into the pro shop to check in for their tee time and get the cart.

Marie was chatting with one of the caddies and it was obvious that she was really getting the kid worked up as she kept bending over to re-tie her shoes as he was trying to load their clubs onto the cart. The poor kid almost dropped Patrick’s bag twice before Patrick took it from him and strapped it in place.

“Sorry sir.” the kid said sheepishly not taking his eyes off Marie’s sweater.

“Don’t worry about it.” Patrick said as Marie slid into the cart and her skirt rode up revealing the fact that she either didn’t have on panties or they were extremely small. Patrick was sure which as the ride had been so short and he hadn’t had time to check.

They drove off and Marie began giggling. “Did you see the bulge in his shorts?” “Yes. I did Dear.” You had him quite worked up and rather quickly too.”

“That’s how it is with teenagers Babe!” She said. “I wonder if the same things would work on you.”

“Probably,” Patrick replied “But maybe we should check just to be sure. I do feel sorry for the kid though. At least I plan to get a little relief.”

“If he’s still hard when we make the turn to the back nine maybe I will give him a blow job and let you watch.” Marie teased.

“Do you want to?” Patrick asked his cock beginning to come to life.

“You never know,” Marie said “I guess it depends on how good you fuck me stud.”

Patrick’s dick was hard as steel hearing his wife talk like that. She was usually more reserved and while he didn’t have to hear dirty talk to get aroused it didn’t bother him either and today it was really working and Marie knew it. She reached over and rubbed the bulge of his cock through his shorts. She didn’t say anything but just licked her lips instead as they pulled up to the first tee.

It had been a beautiful day but clouds were starting to gather and Marie thought she heard the first peal of thunder in the distance. Marie loved to tease her husband. Actually she loved to tease other men, and women, if she was being honest. It made he pussy quiver when Ordu Escort she knew that something she had done turned someone else on, especially if she never even touched them. Her teasing of the caddy had her so wet that she was surprised she didn’t leave a puddle on the seat of the golf cart when she stepped out and up to the tee box.

Marie thought about bending over at the waist to put her tee in the ground and started to when she noticed Patrick stiffen in expectation. He wants to know if I have panties on under this skirt she thought. Quickly Marie bent her knees and pushed the tee into the turf like a demure little lady.

She stood and flashed Patrick a grin and was delighted to see the disappointment on his face. It was good for him to not always get what he wanted when he wanted it. Her first shot went straight down the middle of the fairway and Marie nodded as she stepped out of the way so Patrick could tee off.

Marie admired her husband as he took his stance and prepared to drive the ball. Her eyes wandered slowly down his back, across his ass and down his legs to his ankles. Patrick’s ankles had always been a huge turn on for her. She liked to look at them any way she could but when he was in boots and jeans she was in heaven. The first time she had noticed his ankles had been in college and Patrick had been driving. His car was a stick shift and the way his legs moved without thought as he moved through the gears got Marie so wet that she had jumped him in the driveway of her Aunt’s house.

Sex in a MGB Roadster was difficult but well worth it!

Patrick’s drive was a little off to the right of the fairway but that was his favorite approach to this hole. They both finished off the hole with par and moved through the next two holes with no problems. Marie continued to flash Patrick trying to distract him and it was working but he was really more interested in what was under her skirt that what was in her shirt as he had already had several good peeks at her boobs.

The fourth hole was a long par four and dipped so far down that the green wasn’t visible from the tee or the road. It was almost the most private hole on the course if you thought about it. The only problem, Marie thought, was that people could come up on you without you knowing just like they couldn’t see you until they were there.

Marie and Patrick had often fantasized about having sex on this green but had never had the guts to make it happen. They both took their fist shots and they disappeared over the rise leading down to the green. As they began to drive down the fairway thunder split the air and the rain began. Sighing Patrick headed back to the club house as there wasn’t any better shelter on this part of the course during a thunder storm.

The pulled back up the cart drop off but there wasn’t any sign of the caddy she had been teasing. Patrick began pulling the bags free and loading them into the car when the caddy came from around the side of the building hastily tucking his shirt back in. “Sorry about that folks.” The caddy said. “I had to check on things around back.”

Marie grinned as she noticed one of the waitresses come around the same side of the building wiping her mouth as she headed back inside. Oh well, Marie thought, guess he won’t be needing a blow job from me after all.

Marie was surprised to find that she was a little disappointed. She would have to think about that and talk it over with Patrick. Their fantasies had often included bringing another person into the mix but she had never really expected herself to be willing to take that next step. Maybe she was; only time would tell.

The drive back home was a quiet one. Both Marie and Patrick were disappointed. Not only didn’t they get to finish the round but they didn’t get a chance to fool around either. Patrick looked very distracted but Marie left him alone.

“So,” Patrick began, “did you really plan on giving Ordu Escort Bayan that kid a blow job?”

That was what was on his mind Marie thought. “I don’t know babe.” Marie said. “He is kind of cute. Would you let me if I really wanted to?

“That’s the question of the hour isn’t it?” Patrick said as he parked the car. “I’m not sure how I really feel. I got an enormous hard on when you said it. I guess we will just have to see huh?”

They both rushed through the rain and into the cottage and back into family life but their minds were definitely still on the course and their glances at each other were far from innocent. Marie felt herself getting damp again and was determined to have Patrick one way or another before the night was through.

Cocktail hour, dinner and family games took up several hours and it was well past dark when Patrick suddenly stood up. “We forgot to pick up our balls when we headed back in. Wanna go see if we can find them?” He asked Marie.

“The rain did stop about an hour ago.” Marie said thoughtfully. “Why not it shouldn’t take too long.”

After some hasty goodbyes to the family they headed back to the course armed with flashlights and worked up libidos.

“I never did get to find out what was under that skirt you have on.” Patrick said.

Marie smiled over at him. “And you think you are going to?” She teased.

“I was kind of hoping that there were two balls that you would be very interested in looking at…I mean for.” Patrick said.

“We’ll see.” Marie said.

A few minutes saw them parked at the golf course and they walked across the darkened fairways in search of balls. Marie’s ball was easy to find it was in the middle of the fairway with a perfect approach to the green.

Marie made a big show of bending over and giving Patrick a good view of her tits. The moon had come out from behind the clouds and was full and illuminated the course nicely so Patrick didn’t have to strain his eyes to enjoy an eyeful of Marie’s beautiful chest.

“You could take that off you know.” Patrick said as he turned and continued looking for his ball.

“You mean this?” Patrick heard as Marie’s sweater hit him in the back of his head. Patrick turned to see Marie staring at him with her hands on her hips and her chest thrust out.

“Damn, sweetheart.” Patrick said as he started towards Marie.

“Oh no you don’t.” Marie said cover her breasts with her hands. “You need to find your ball first. Then you get a reward.”

Patrick redoubled his efforts and soon found the ball in the sand trap on the right side of the green. As he walked into the trap Marie walked around onto the green and sat on the edge with her legs dangling into the sand trap.

As Patrick raised up from retrieving his ball he got a good view far up Marie’s thighs but still could not see what lay under her skirt. Marie slowly spread her legs so that Patrick could get a peek at the tiny orange thong that barely covered her trimmed snatch.

“Come here lover.” Marie said.

Patrick didn’t waste any time as he stepping between Marie’s legs and cupped her breasts with his hands. He loved the way that her rock hard nipples felt pressed into the palms of his hands.

Marie reached out and pulled Patrick’s mouth to her’s. She nearly screamed into his mouth as he squeezed her nipples and a small orgasm rushed through her. Marie’s hands roamed over Patrick’s chest and back slipping under his shirt to feel his skin.

It wasn’t long before Marie felt Patrick’s hand slide under her skirt and push her thong aside. His fingers pressed into her sopping wet pussy and he began to slowly finger her. Marie lay back and hiked her skirt up giving him the access he wanted. The still damp grass felt wonderful against her ass as Patrick pulled off her thong and dropped his mouth to her.

Marie felt his tongue teasing her labia sliding slowly from the crack of her Escort Ordu ass to her clit but not entering her. She loved it when he teased like this and began to squeeze her breasts and tightly pinch her nipples. Each squeeze sending an electric pulse to her already soaked pussy.

Patrick inserted two fingers into Marie as he began to suck on her clit, his tongue darting and pressing. It wasn’t long before Marie felt a a larger climax building. Patrick’s hands had always had that affect on her. Marie loved his hands; the way that they instinctively knew where and how to touch her to make her cum.

Marie felt Patrick slide his free hand across her stomach and then to her legs spreading them wider and then pushing them back up towards her chest. Marie hooked her hands behind her knees and held them in place where Patrick wanted them so that his hands were free to do whatever they wanted. Marie wanted his hands everywhere all at the same time and if felt like Patrick was obliging her.

His tongue had left her clit and was now teasing around her ass, her rosebud as Patrick called it. Marie doesn’t care wheat he calls it as long as he loves to pay attention to it. Marie felt his teasing stop as Patrick pressed the tip of his tongue against her asshole until the muscles began to relax and his tongue slid inside her ass. Patrick tongue fucked her ass and added a third finger into her pussy and his thumb was now rubbing her swollen clit.

“Patrick fuck me!” Marie gasped. “Fuck me now!”

As Patrick stood to release his cock Marie regretted the loss of sensation to her pussy and her ass but knew how good Patrick’s cock was going to feel in place of his fingers and tongue. Marie had kept her legs pulled back so Patrick had easy access to her pussy but instead of driving into her as she wanted Patrick teased her with the tip of his cock rubbing it across her slit and even smacking her clit before he finally slid his cock into her until his balls slapped her ass.

Marie gasped and grunted and she felt Patrick’s rock hard cock driving into her. He lifted her legs over his shoulders so he could drive deeper into her. Marie wished that she had something to hold onto like the headboard of their bed at home but Patrick was in complete control and she loved that too!

Patrick drove deep into her lifting her ass off the turf as he slammed into Marie again and again until Marie shuddered and thrashed with the force of an enormous orgasm. As Marie slowly recovered from her last orgasm Patrick’s thrusts became longer and slower almost exiting her pussy before sliding back in to the hilt.

As Marie luxuriated in the feeling of Patrick’s cock she realized that she wanted more. Patrick as if reading her mind didn’t slide back into her pussy but instead came to rest against her asshole. Marie pressed the tip of his cock and felt her muscles relax as the tip slid into her. Patrick paused for a moment to allow her ass to get used to the size of his dick before slowly sliding in and out of her ass.

“Oh yes baby. Fuck my ass.” Marie begged.

“You like that don’t you?” Patrick asked.

“I love it when you fuck my ass! Please fuck me harder!” Marie said.

Marie’s ass felt so full of Patrick’s cock. She had never thought that she would be able to cum from anal stimulation but his cock felt so good and the orgasms came quickly one right after the other and the muscles of her ass clamped down on Patrick’s dick like a vise.

Patrick picked up the pace and Marie squeezed his dick as hard as she could. Marie knew she was approaching a huge orgasm. “Cum with me Baby. Fill my ass with your hot cum.”

Patrick stiffened and Marie felt her ass flood with his seed. His moans were inarticulate and her spurted six or seven times before leaning his weight against her. “Damn!” was the best he could manage as his cock slowly softened and slid out of Marie’s ass.

“Well,” Marie said with a laugh “Is there anything else that we now haven’t done on this golf course.”

“There is always a blow job.” Patrick said with a grin.

Marie wasn’t sure if he was talking one for himself or the caddy but she wasn’t sure if she cared at that point. Only time would tell.

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