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Ch. 01: Some Harmless Fooling Around

Robert was home from Iraq after a rather difficult tour of duty. He sighed as he searched in the fridge for something cool. It was another 90 degree day in Southern California and the swamp-cooler as usual wasn’t keeping up. Strangely the heat no longer bothered him now used to 115 degree days in Baghdad.

He grabbed a couple of beers and went to his room. He just wanted to relax a little before his parents, or sister came home. The welcome home barbeque was tonight. He rolled his eyes just thinking about it, dreading all the bullshit he would be forced to deal with. It was bad enough he had to live with his parents till he could find a place.

Once his computer was on he was tempted to check out some porn, and possibly jerk-off to his favorite porn babes. He’d been in Iraq for seven months without even smelling a woman. During his tour Robert actually found little interest in sex occasionally playing with himself. Now that he was home eying the girls on the plane, the airport, pretty much anywhere, sex was the only thing on his mind.

It was a bit hot though to get all worked up over a tiny video. He chugged down half his beer when he heard a scream and then a splash in the pool. He cautiously looked out his window to see his sister, and a couple of girlfriends out back. “Jesus Christ,” he sighed annoyed with his sister brining her friends over.. He checked out her friends though, and was impressed. “Oh man,” he whispered eying a hot petite, and curvy blond. “Nice tits,” he noted as she removed her t-shirt revealing a white and tight bikini top.

Next he observed a well toned brunette, “Oh wow,” he said admiring her tan athletic thighs as she removed her shorts. Both of these girls were gorgeous he thought fantasizing about them as he massaged his crotch.

He tried to forget about his ex-girlfriend, Larissa. She had broken up with him just days before his return. They had been living together for months, and he thought that she may be the one. While in Iraq he received a letter stating she fell in love with one of his friends, and ended their relationship. One of the reasons he would be living with mom and dad. Surprisingly the anger helped him cope with the stresses of combat.

He tried to relax as his manhood responded to the stimulation. It soon became tighter in his jeans as he grew. He stood to unbutton his pants. Once he pulled his stiffing member out he enjoyed the relief and took another look at his sister’s friends. “Damn,” he whispered observing the awesome curvy blond. He looked for the athletic brunette who was applying sun tan lotion earlier. “Oh well,” he said unable to spot her.

Robert sat down on his bed, with closed eyes, imagining himself fondling those beauties, all while massaging his half erect penis. He chuckled to himself noting, how ridiculous that thought was, like they would have anything to do with him. It didn’t matter he was determined to enjoy this four minute fantasy till he finished off.

He was so enjoying his bliss he didn’t immediately notice the bedroom door bust open. His reaction to the intrusion was slow, even unconscientiously delayed like he wanted to be caught.

Alana was shocked at what she was witnessing. A guy holding his dick in his hand working it hard. She was stunned, fascinated, and disgusted, but froze. Robert aware of a presence looked up with eyes wide open. The amazingly well toned brunette was before him, watching him jerk-off. It was so sudden, and unexpected neither reacted immediately. “I’m sorry,” Alana declared, “I was looking for a bathroom.”

“Wrong door stupid bitch.” He swiftly ripped a blanket over him.

“I apologize; I didn’t know,” she pleaded with hands up to her mouth.

He felt bad with his harsh attack, but he was clearly jerking-off, and he considered it a most private thing, and obviously embarrassing to be caught in the act.

“I’m sorry,” she stated again. All her senses told her to leave, but her body just didn’t respond as she watched him struggle to pull up his jeans.

Robert wondered why she was still there studying him. He wanted to cuss her out, but became mesmerized with her beauty. Out by the pool it was obvious she was hot, but up close she was stunning. Her dark and straight, more than shoulder length hair, covered one of her startled eyes.

She had nice breasts for her 5’5″ athletic frame. They were tightly supported by a bright yellow bikini top. He could see just above her denim shorts a yellow string matching the bikini top. Robert greatly admired the thin bright yellow string high up on her hip. The bright yellow contrasted nicely against her caramel colored skin glistening from the liberal amount of oil she had applied.

He found her face adorable; big brown eyes surrounded by long eyelashes, with lovely pink glossed lips. She was Playmate caliber as far as he was concerned. “I’m sorry for yelling at you…”

“No, no, it’s understandable.”

“You must think I’m some kind of weird perverted freak-boy.”

“No, gaziantep escort you were doing something natural that we all do in the privacy of our bedrooms.”

He found her remarkably reasonable. “So you get yourself off,” he stopped speaking searching for a name.

“Oh Alana,” she said nervously surprised at herself. It wasn’t like her to tell a guy she caught with his dick in his hand that she found it natural. She had always been out going, a people person, and like most young girls had a healthy interest in boys and sex.

She was embarrassed by his rather personal question. Get yourself off she thought knowing full well she did.

He was very attractive she noted. Tall, muscular, and his close-fitting hair cut. He even looked good with the glasses on. T-shirt, jeans, sand colored boots, she liked the outdoor look. The site of his penis in hand rapidly flashed through her mind.. Alana ignored his question, and asked her own. “Were you having fun,” she queried trying not to laugh.

“Yes. I’m Robert by the way.”

“Yes I know Rob. I’ll leave to let you continue.”

Puzzled he asked, “Do we know each other?”

“Alana Becker. I’m a friend of your sister’s; tree grades behind you in high school.” He still didn’t recognize the hot babe. “For Christ sake you babysat me and my brother for like a whole summer.”

It finally hit him, “Oh shit. Little Lana? My God Alana you’ve, uh… well matured… um nicely too. I never would have recognized you.”

She blushed at his compliment, “Thank you Rob. I lost the baby fat; got into sports.” She overtly looked him up and down. She hadn’t seen him in a couple of years and remembered him as a boy. He was definitely a man now. “You’re hotter than I remember.” They stared at each other intensely for a moment. She awoke from her gaze, “Ok, I’ll leave you to finish.”

The question left his mouth before he thought it through. “I could use the help of a beautiful girl.”

Her eyes went wide with wonder, and was flattered, but again surprised. “Excuse me?”

He blushed, “I apologize; I never should have…”

“All right, I’ll help.” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Alana couldn’t believe what she was saying. She was about to retract her offer, but Robert quickly escorted her in and shut the door.

It was only seconds before he had her sitting in a chair in the middle of his room. “Thank you so much Alana,” he moved close to her with his crotch only inches away from her face.

Her mouth was dry as she became very nervous. She started thinking of the porno’s that her and her friends had watched late at night while drinking beer. The dirty magazines at the mall after school with the giant cocks being displayed. Alana and her friends always laughed and joked about them. She wasn’t a virgin, but she wasn’t that experienced with men either. “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what to do.”

“Oh… well first you pull out my…”

“I mean I know, I, I’ve just never done this before, I’ve never touched a guys… cock, I’m a little nervous.”

He frowned, “How old are you?”

“Does that matter?”

Wow he thought she’s definitely matured. “Believe it or not yes.”

He took a step back. She sensed he was unsure about her working his manhood. “Don’t worry I’m legal. Besides when I’m finished with you, that will be the last thing on your mind.” She couldn’t believe what she was saying. This wasn’t really her, and it was like she was playing the part of a porn actress. While nervous and a bit paranoid she was enjoying herself.

“We better not; my sister is out there, my mom might pull up any moment.”

She hated it when people treated her like a child. She had gone round and round with her parents about getting a car. If she was mature enough to get a man to cum she can sure as hell handle a car she thought. “This was your idea Rob,” she pulled him towards her by his belt. She placed her hand on the bulge. She squeezed feeling his stiffening cock.. He grimaced with intense pleasure. Her sudden burst of confidence began to fade away as her shaking hands began to undo Robert’s belt and then the buttons on his jeans.

“Oh yes Alana you’re doing so good.”

She nervously smiled at his praise while she focused on pulling his pants down. His dark blue boxer briefs were form fitting even tight with his rod trying to tear through the soft material almost as if it was reaching for her. “Oh my my,” she whispered wondering how she got herself into this. Alana moved her hands up and down his thighs and then his center again squeezing his member.

Robert opened his eyes once he felt her pull on the waist band and continued further freeing his penis. Even though she knew what to expect she was surprised by the size as it flopped out. Only half erect it seemed big to her. Nothing like the penises in the magazines her and her friends laughed at, but still impressive. She marveled at his muscular legs exploring them as well. “I guess the Marines keep you guys in good shape.” If she only knew he thought, but didn’t answer.

Placing her hands on his dick forced him to moan and close his eyes. It was surprising to her how soft it was, but hard too while generating enormous heat. Using both hands she gently massaged him while intensely inspecting it. “Oh wow” she said caught by surprise as it continued growing and suddenly twitched up pulling away from her. “Um Rob do you have any oil?”

He had trouble speaking at first, “Ye, yeah… in the drawer behind you.” She hasn’t done this before he wondered, but asking for oil already. He watched the busty beauty search for it. ‘Oh God I want to rest my hard pipe between those jugs’ he said to himself. He sighed, admiring her healthy bronze breasts still glistening with lotion, tightly trapped inside that bright yellow top.

She found the small bottle of oil and looked up to find him gazing at her. Again she was flattered with his lustful eyes undressing her. Feeling wanted she refocused on his stiffening dick. She smiled thinking about his gaze of her. Her confidence had returned, “Do you like what you see Rob?”

“Ah, uh, yes I do. You’re beautiful Alana.” He groaned when he finished as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his barrel. “Wh, why, are you doing this. I mean… why me?”

“I’m not sure. I was shocked when I walked in on you, but strangely turned-on. You’re cute. Your cock is beautiful… long and thick.” She began slow, full length strokes from tip to base. “I had a serious crush on you two summers ago.”

“Re, re, really?”

“Yes. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but… I watched Christi Richards give you a blow job in the school dugout one morning.”

“Oh shit you’re, kidd, kidding me?”

“No,” she said rather seriously. “You cummed all over her face… and, well… I’ve fantasized about it, you ever since.” Alana knew she was blushing as she admitted one of her secret fantasies.

This girl was amazing and so mature he noted. His buds in his squad would never believe him. There was a loud splash in the pool causing him to wonder what if his sister found out. ‘Oh God what if my parents found out’ he asked himself. Robert forced himself to clear his mind and enjoy her touch. She started palming the head of his dick. Fascinated by its expansion as she tightened her grip around his shaft. “Oh yes,” he moaned.

He decided to see how far she was willing to go. Robert slipped his hand through her lovely dark shoulder length hair, resting his hand at the base of her head. “Drop your hands for a second.” She complied and he pushed his pelvis forward while pulling her pretty face towards him. “Oh yes,” he exhaled resting his fully erect shaft and balls on her face. She became nervous and unsure about this, but allowed him to massage his cock into her face. “You’re incredible,” he stated as he dragged his balls across her lips, cheeks, resting them on her eye lid. He continued massaging for a few moments.

He decided to go further placing both hands on each side of her head. “Lana just let it happen.” Her eyes went wide as she panicked watching him rest the massive head against her lips. She shook her head in protest, but he was far too strong as he pushed forward. “It’s ok,” he whispered, “it’ll be ok, just take me in.”

“No Rob,” she choked as he forced his way into her mouth. Her wet mouth was cooling his overheated dickhead. He pushed further, and then further filling her mouth with his hard meat. Fearful she began to tear never having a man’s cock in her mouth before.

Her jaw was stretched wide, but he began to feel her tongue massage the underside of his shaft. “Ah, you’re unbelievable.” She relaxed as he moved back only to gag as he shoved his thick cock in again. He moved at a fast pace fucking her mouth enjoying the streaming salvia exiting her tiny mouth, dripping off his shaft. She finally had enough and grabbed his ball-sack hard, “AHH, FUCK,” forcing him to grimace in pain and retreat.

“You fucking asshole Robert!” Her eyes continued to tear as she yelled at him throwing the bottle of oil hitting him.

She stood to leave. “I’m sorry. That was stupid of me; I should have stopped when you told me to.” He was in a complete panic. “I am a fucking asshole; I watch way too much porn and just assumed that’s what you wanted.”

“I’m going to tell your sister,” she moved forward, but he blocked her path.

“Please? Alana, calm down, just hear me out.”

She decided to do as requested and sat back in the chair. “Fine. I told you I’ve never done this before; you scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry. I never meant to scare you. I know this will sound stupid, but I really like you. I’ve never met a girl… a woman, like you.”

‘We’ve known each other as adults for like five minutes.” She said intensely, and with obvious disbelief. The ‘woman’ comment softened her anger though.

“I know, but you’re so open and free. That kind of scares me, but I like it. .I’m not making any sense am I?” She didn’t answer as he got on his knees, “Please Alana forgive me. I was a total idiot.”

She continued to stare at him surprised she was enjoying his groveling. She got off on having power over him. He seemed sincere and truly sorry about his actions. “I must be the dumbest girl on the planet. You have an odd effect on me, and for some reason I enjoy it.”

“Ok you’re kinky then,” he grinned as he finished. She laughed at his comment. He moved close to her sliding his hands onto her well toned thighs.

She watched him cautiously, as he moved in close to her between her legs, but grinning herself. “You’re still a fucking asshole.”

“So true, so God damn true,” he whispered.

“Rob,” she whined, “I would have sucked your dick if you had just asked me to.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She was a sure thing and he managed to screw that up. “Can I ask you something?”

She rolled her eyes with mild disgust. “Let me guess. You want me to suck your dick?”

He did so want that, but had already decided against it. “No. I want to kiss you. I wanted to the second I saw you.”

Alana studied him for a moment and then removed his glasses placing them on the desk behind her. “I’d like a kiss.”

He wasted no time moving in and applying his lips to her pink glossy mouth. He was gentle with his massage eventually opening his mouth, and she followed his lead. Alana placed her hands on his face and slipped her tongue in his mouth. He was caught by surprise opening his eyes for a second and gripping her thighs. They continued on for almost a full minute. “Oh wow, you’re good at this Lana.”

She rubbed his bottom lip with her thumb. “Thank you. It does help to have a partner that knows what he’s doing.” He stood putting his hand out for her to take. She stood taking his hand and laughed. “You look ridiculous with your pants around your ankles.”

“I know so don’t look,” he quickly pulled them up and over his now limp dick.

“So what now Rob?”

He led her to his bed where he jumped on. “C’mon.”

“I shouldn’t; I mean I can’t stay long. Your sister and Courtney are probably wondering where I am.”

“Please? Just some harmless fooling around.” He quickly took off his t-shirt revealing more of his muscular physic.

She bit into her lower lip so tempted as she looked over his very healthy body. “Ok,” she jumped on the bed where he quickly rolled on top of her. Excitedly they stared into each others eyes. She felt compelled to tell him,. “I had such a crush on you.” With some disappointment she continued, “But you never noticed me.”

“I’m sorry…”

She stopped him, placing a finger on his lips. “It’s ok. Why would you?”

“Hey, hey don’t put yourself down. I think you’re beautiful.” He moved close and kissed her, soon slipping his tongue in to meet hers. He started moving his hand over a breast gently squeezing it. He removed the tight bright yellow bikini top exposing her luscious mounds of flesh. He was in awe looking them over with her large dark areolas and hard nipples. “Jesus Alana you’re huge.”

“Is that a problem?”

He laughed, “God no. You’re gorgeous.” He put a hand on a breast and caressed her, squeezing, lifting while she closed her eyes enjoying his touch. He was delighted with their soft texture, and firm feel. He admired their almost perfect roundness, and wonderful caramel coloring, glistening with oil. It was clear she sunbathed without a top often. They were simply perfect, almost too perfect, he suspected, and now wondered if they were fake. It seemed all the girls he had seen coming home where big busted.

Honestly he didn’t care since they looked magnificent and felt wonderful. Robert soon had his lips on her soft sweet flesh ready to consume every inch of her. He caressed her breast with his lips, tongue, and hands often burying his face in her chest. She enjoyed every second of it dragging her short red nails through his hair. In his bliss he whispered in her ear, “Please let me inside you?”

Her eyes opened considering his request as he mauled her neck with kisses. “No Robert.”

A bit surprised he stopped to look at her “No?”

She shook her head indicating no. “I don’t really even know you, and you probably think I’m a slut.”

“No, no, not at all. Wild maybe.” He began kissing her breasts again gently biting a nipple.

“I’d be willing to finish you off though.”

That got his attention and he looked up at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Move,” she pushed him then encouraged him to lie on his back with his sand colored boots on the ground. She hovered over him placing her hands on his face caressing his skin. She lowered her head to kiss him taking her time. Climbing over his head and shoulders moving towards his crotch she dragged her heavy breasts down his chest then his stomach.

“Oh that’s nice Alana,” he exhaled with pleasure.

She giggled, “I haven’t even started.”

Robert placed his hands on her shorts exploring her ass and thighs that surrounded his head. “This is interesting; I’ve never tried a 69 position before. I say we get your shorts of because I’d love to slip my tongue inside you.”

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She had broken all the rules; knew that her affair with Jon would destroy ‘important’ others in their lives, but she had been persuaded to love with him and not resort to a faceless and nameless donor. The father of her child, if her husband failed in the making of it, would be known to her and a family likeness would be there for all to see.

The days, since Jon had first taken her to bed, could not be allowed to pass in a blur; nor could she spend time daydreaming about all that had been shared, and discovered, with Jon. She fretted about how to arrange seeing him again, but he took the lead; seemed to read her mind and called her when it was prudent to do so. He also wanted her, and she had soon learned to deny him nothing in his ways of loving her. She had gloried in the man and what he brought; the illicit nature of their loving an unquenchable aphrodisiac; Jon’s ways soon easing away any lingering restraint that she may have clung to.

If he was to truly find her she had to let go; to have him coax her into abandoning what she soon realised had held her back with her husband Frank. Unlike him, the urge to be a parent burned fiercely within her and Jon had understood that only too well.

And here he was again, offering a teasing smile even as Jon took in her appearance and pouted a kiss; a sign that he approved of how she looked, her cerise tank-top worn with a pair of jeans that she had fastened with a wide, brown leather belt. Her hair hung free and she gave him a wondering smile. She knew that her top flattered her tended fulsome figure; that she craved that look upon her almost as much as his touch.

‘Hi…’ she murmured as Jon brushed past her.

‘Hi…I couldn’t stay away from you. Sorry for my appearance…’

‘None of that matters!’ she called out to him as Jon ambled into the kitchen, whistling lowly. Lou shut the door quickly and rushed in her bare feet to be with him. The man was in a short-sleeved, denim shirt and jeans, his feet thrust into some battered canvas gaziantep escort deck-shoes. He was unshaven; his silken greying finger combed and looking captivatingly dishevelled.

‘You’re here again with me!’

‘Yes…how could I stay away?’ Lou gripped fiercely the hand that he held out to her and was soon drawn into his tightening embrace.

‘You’re all man to me…that’s all that matters right now!’

They kissed fiercely before she clung to him; trembled as he bent his face to press his lips to the swell of her breasts, shaped so wonderfully by her top. Lou felt the heat of his breaths on her skin; the hard press of Jon’s prick against her. She would again know of all that he brought in his loving; his urgency dismaying her.

‘There’s time…not so fast Jon, please!’ she cried out and ran from him and took to the stairs. ‘Be with me…now!’

Her man had already taken off his shirt as he met her on the landing. She gloried in the sight of him. She unfastened her belt and unbuttoned her jeans; watched as he undressed before her. Lou gasped on seeing his state of arousal; how Jon’s erect penis had sprung free of any restraint.

‘You can’t help it now!’ she marvelled, her fingers tentatively stroking over his prick and cupping the weighty swell of his sac. ‘You…you bring so much…so much to me.’

‘I want you…and I want to help you in what you want from this. Forgive me….please?’

‘Jon….Jon, darling…I have done that already,’ she whispered over trembling lips.

He embraced her and lifted Lou up against him. They stumbled against the wall, so hard, that she felt her breath expelled on a sharp gasp. She fumbled for him and was encouraged to rise up; to wrap her legs about his waist and gasped as his fingers parted moist flesh; as Jon entered her body; his movements sinuous as he slowly plumbed her.

‘So strong! So strong in me!’ she yelped, consumed by her lust and in response to his animalistic hungering for her. His cock found her; she rose and fell on him as best as she could; his hands gripped her buttocks and he kept her on him; their snorted breaths of effort echoing on the narrow landing. ‘In the bedroom…I can’t do anything for you!’

‘Ina moment! Right now I want you and in this way!’

She rose and fell; felt him plunge deep into her and she threw back her head in pleasure and felt his hot breaths on her skin; heard how their bodies crashed against the wall in the frenetic rush of what they now pursued and wanted to share.

Lou heard him groan in his efforts; paid no heed to the pain of his taking of her; how he stretched and caressed her in his strong sinuous movements; her mind and body intent on the feeling of him sliding in and out of her aching body. She clenched and shook on him, nails clawing at him as she sought to keep up with his unrelenting rhythm.

‘The bed…now,’ he groaned, ‘I want to take you to bed.’

‘Yes…go on…on the bed…I can’t bear it!’

He soon resumed in relentlessly driving his cock almost painfully deep into her body; the crash of their hips against each other; the coverlet rough against her skin; his lips clamped on her breasts through the fabric of her thin bra. He thrust into her; ground his hips against her as Lou sought to share in the frenzy of this rut; his cockhead pressing firmly against her cervix.

‘You wonder…shall I?’

‘Yes…all of it…bring it all in me…again…and again!’

‘Yes…oh yes…you wonder!’

Jon clamped her breasts fiercely and pressed his lips to them; puled on her nipples as he heard Lou cry out to him.

‘Stay there…so deep!’ she gasped on shudders of release. The sensations were too much, and she squealed out in her long-awaited orgasm. Lou stifled her failing cries against his chest; felt the brush of his hair as she kissed his skin; felt Jon breathe harshly against her throat and face before he kissed her.

She met his wondering look.

‘Yes, you’ve found me again. I forgive you and your ways…it will happen for me. You found a way through…’

Lou met his wondering look as he left her and stood at the foot of the bed. The man was so vigorous; so magnificent in his ways; so beguiling in spite of these destructive times that he pursued with her and that she conceded to.

Lou wondered on how she was to let him go from her; the void in her life when these passionate, purposeful, trysts were finally ended; their purpose achieved; the union of two bodies that had her fearful of the emotional consequences. The man who had loved her so passionately now confounded all that she had thought to feel. A purposeful act should not be allowed to change into deeper feelings of belonging; emotions excusing what they had embarked upon.

She had wanted him as a donor; he had wanted her as a lover should. It would be difficult for her to distinguish between the two the longer they were able to meet and to love.

¦

The frenzy of the past days had lessened.

She had soon realised that she could never become accustomed to watching Jon go.

Lou knew that he had ‘found’ her; the certainty of that knowledge, and what her body had begun to inform her, arriving at the same time as the excuses for him being in her house had been drawn to a conclusion. The man so adept at undertaking manual tasks had loved her, as she had asked of him at the very beginning, until there was no doubt.

‘Purpose had given way to pleasure for its own sake,’ she had said before he had left her side and she had closed the door. Lou had skipped to the living room window to watch him walk to his car, Jon’s slow wave and un-mistakable pout of his lips, enough to soften the rush of hurt that she felt. ‘I have to live it out, and differently….with Jamie.’

Jon had reached out to touch her face; to offer a last caress to the skin of her throat.

‘We knew it would have to be this way,’ he consoled, ‘but I won’t forget. I’ll remember every precious moment that I’ve had with you…’

She might give way to her tears after he had gone from her, for she knew it to be only too true.

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This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere.

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The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author’s permission.

This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don’t go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD’s, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex.

This story is about two of my favorite things: Lesbians and professional wrestling.

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It was far and away the biggest crowd that Tiffany had ever performed in front of, and she thought she should be more nervous. But she wasn’t. She had been planning on quitting outright just a few weeks earlier, so it was almost as if she had nothing to lose. Working a two-on-one match was incredibly tiring, since she didn’t have a partner to carry her part of the match.

Tiffany Thurman was beginning to love professional wrestling again. After a disheartening year or so working for someone who thought of the industry as just another business venture rather than having any emotional investment in it, things had turned around for the twenty-eight year old single mother. Getting in bed, both literally and figuratively, with the boss’s blonde-bombshell of a wife had been the first step towards her intellectual recovery. Finding friends who ALSO happened to be lesbians, much to Tiffany’s surprise, like Vicky and Jeanna had been another boon. They were the ones she was working the program with at that moment.

The NAXW (North American eXtreme Wrestling) was putting on it’s first show in neighboring Los Angeles in front of a crowd of several thousand people. Tiffany, known to local wrestling enthusiasts as Demonica, had been involved in a story line feuding with the Warrior Maidens (Vicky “Valkyrie” Smith and Jeanna “Amazon” Benjamin) after an “unprovoked” attack on Marcia “Vixen” Levinson. NAXW had a limited television audience on local stations throughout California, so Deborah Wells, the boss’s wife and Tiffany’s part-time lover, had helped come up with something for her friend. Tiffany had actually been written off the show, but Debbie had gone to bat for the pleasantly muscled wrestler, and Tiffany was trying to prove that to be a wise decision.

Unfortunately, she had just been put through a wooden table in a double-team powerbomb maneuver. Normally that wouldn’t have been a problem, but some dipshit in the ring crew had put an uncut table where the cut table was supposed to be. The table hadn’t given way very easily and she had landed on the metal crossbar, so Tiffany had been working with a bad back for a couple of minutes. Luckily, the swirve was coming up. Vixen had come out to ringside, supposedly to watch as her former attacker was victimized by the two faces. But when the referee was out of position, Vixen attacked Valkyrie to a chorus of boos, hitting the “unsuspecting” woman with a steel chair, then passing that chair to Demonica when Amazon came over to see what was going on. One swift chair shot to the back and the match was over. Vixen got into the ring with a microphone and started a rather sultry rant about how she had learned what real power was, and it wasn’t from crowd-pleasing suck-ups like the Warrior Maidens. Women like Demonica had REAL power, so Vixen wanted to be more like her.

Tiffany was pleased with the woman’s speech. She was still rough around the edge when it came to the maneuvers, but she was getting better at developing her character. And the crowd was booing, which was always a good sign from the heel’s point of view.

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In the backstage area . . .

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“Are you okay?” Deborah was asking as a trainer looked over Tiffany’s back.

“I should be,” Tiffany grunted as whatever meat-doctor John Wells had hired poked and prodded her back with all the care of a drunken plumber. Marcia, Vicky and Jeanna were all sitting nearby, trying to remain excited about their performances while not being unsympathetic to Tiffany’s plight. Deborah had assured them that the WWE scouts had indeed been watching and would be getting back to the company in a few weeks.

Tiffany gasped as one of the muscles in her back twitched. She knew that something was out of sorts.

“You ARE going to be able to go out with us aren’t you?” Vicky asked. Vicky was a gorgeous young woman with curly blonde hair who had almost literally become Tiffany’s disciple in the last week. Ever since she, Jeanna, Vicky and Deborah had spent that incredible night together, Vicky had felt more comfortable around Tiffany and was trying to learn the business from her.

“I bursa escort bayan don’t think so,” Tiffany said while sitting up, the “trainer” finally admitting that he was a clueless idiot and saying that she should seek additional counsel.

“C’mon, we’re in Los Angeles,” the adorable woman pleaded. “How many times do we get a chance to get drunk in a strange city?”

Jeanna laughed. “I agree with her Royal Perkiness here. I’m sure we can find a nice bar with a dark corner you can sit and sulk in.”

“Don’t tease her,” Deborah said, looking worried.

“It’s okay,” Tiffany tried to assure her friend. “I take it you’ve got business tonight?”

“Yeah,” said Deborah, a little excited again. “We’re meeting with the scouts and other suits to discuss the farm-league expansion. I’d skip, but I’m afraid of what John would do if he weren’t supervised. Are you SURE you’re going to be okay?” she asked again.

“No, but I’d be willing to bet on it. Any chance of John helping out me out with going to see a real therapist when we get back to Springfield?”

“I’ll make sure of it. I’ll convince him he could be liable for the mistake made by the ring crew and that he could be avoiding a lawsuit.” Deborah wanted to grab Tiffany’s hand and give her friend a passionate kiss. She also wanted to go back to the woman’s hotel and fuck her brains out, but that wouldn’t be happening this trip. Just then, Tiffany’s cell phone rang, so Deb handed it to her.

Tiffany looked instantly pleased. “Hey sweetie!” she crooned. All the women around her smiled as their friend’s voice took on a tone that she only used when talking with her seven-year-old daughter Sally. “No, Mommy’s fine. Yes, I promise. Yes you can tell Grandpa. No, you can’t pierce your ears. Yes . . .” Tiffany started to answer a long series of apparently random questions, so her friends quietly said their good-byes and wandered off to watch the rest of the show. Deborah wanted to stick around a bit longer, but she had a dinner meeting to get to.

Tiffany had been on the phone for a while, but she managed to get dressed while she was talking. By the time she was done, the show was over and people were heading out to their cars. Most of the wrestlers were going to hit the town after a great show. Tiffany was going to go back to her hotel and lay down. Maybe watch some television.

On the way to the car, she received some congratulatory greetings from the crew and a babbling apology from the ring crew personnel, which she graciously accepted. She even crossed paths with Lilly Kline, her boss’s niece and the new ring announcer. Apparently, Lilly had just gotten her bachelor’s degree in philosophy from the prestigious Springfield Liberal Arts College and had been forced by her parents to find summer employment before starting her graduate work. Lilly had made VERY few friends since her uncle had agreed to let her do the ring announcing, as most people agreed that she was an arrogant bitch with a chip on her shoulder who thought she was SO much smarter than everyone else. It wasn’t that Lilly wasn’t pleasing to the eye, in a severe sort of way, but she was just so hostile. Tiffany had been the recipient of a number of insensitive comments from the girl, so she just avoided eye contact and kept walking.

“Good show,” she heard from behind her. Tiffany turned and saw Lilly standing there, her face strangely unreadable. “I thought it was going to suck,” the girl added.

“Sorry to disappoint you,” Tiffany said, turning and walking away. She didn’t see Lilly putting her face in her hand and stomping her foot, before breathing out and looking skyward.

“Why didn’t you just kick her in the shin and insult her parents, you brain-dead windbag?” Lilly said quietly to herself. “No wonder you don’t have any friends.” She turned and walked back into the building.

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In the streets of Los Angeles . . .

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Vicky, Jeanna and Marcia were on their way out of their third dance club of the evening. They were young, gorgeous and had just put on a hell of a show. They wished that their compatriot, namely Tiffany, had been able to join them. Every now and then, people have a moment where things just seem to be perfect, and they had lived one of those moments earlier in the evening.

“You gals heading back to the hotel? I’m fuckin’ exhausted!” Marcia asked. She was the newest female wrestler with the company, but she was also a hard worker. Much to everyone’s delight, she had turned out NOT to be a stooge and a cheap lay for the company’s owner, Mr. John Wells.

“Nah,” Jeanna said quickly. “I was going to take the princess here to meet some friends. We’ll catch you when we get back to the room.” Then she drug Vicky towards a waiting cab.

“What friends are these?” Vicky asked.

“These friends,” was the reply as Jeanna held out her hand, wiggled her fingers, then slid her hand under bursa anal yapan escort Vicky’s skirt and stroked her through her panties.

“Jeanna!” Vicky yelped, looking nervously towards the cab driver who could obviously see the whole thing.

“Sorry,” Jeanna said insincerely. “But with girls sharing rooms at the hotel, I figured this would be the only chance I had to get you alone, and I absolutely have GOT to fuck you in the City of Angels,” she added, giving Vicky a kiss. As Vicky was reeling from Jeanna’s unusually public displays of affection, Jeanna gave the cab driver some directions. A few minutes later, they got dropped off in a “seedy” looking area in front of a store with three X’s out front.

“You brought me to a porn-video place?” Vicky asked, a little incredulous.

“Not just any porn-video place,” Jeanna said. “This is Captain Dick’s Adult Emporium! They have private viewing booths in the back, big enough for couples. And no one will recognize us,” she added, pulling Vicky towards her by grabbing her ass and kissing her again.

Vicky rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “You really think I’m going to make love to you in the video booth of some sleazy porn shop?”

“No, I think you’re going to FUCK me in the video booth of some sleazy porn shop,” Jeanna replied, rubbing Vicky’s mound with her hand through the girl’s skirt. All she had to do was give Vicky a little jump-start and . . . Vicky grabbed Jeanna and pushed her against the door of the store and gave her a very passionate kiss. Then she opened the door and shoved Jeanna through it. Jeanna was still grinning. She had gotten Vicky going, now she got to hang on and enjoy the ride.

“Why don’t you go check out the viewing selection, and I’ll get some tokens,” Jeanna said. Vicky was blushing as she wandered over to a wall where a large selection of porn movies were listed. When she was distracted, Jeanna grabbed a large dildo with a convenient handle off a rack and put it on the counter and asked for tokens for the booth as well.

The clerk, a scrawny man with an acne problem, was trying to remain professional. But it didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what was going to be going on, and his mind was already trying to picture it. He rang up her purchase, handed her the tokens, then sat down so he could reenter his fantasy world.

“What’s in the bag?” Vicky asked as Jeanna whisked her into one of the back rooms where a scotch-guarded old love seat was waiting in front of an even older television screen. Jeanna stuck a bunch of tokens into the slot.

“So, what will we be watching?” Jeanna asked.

“Turn it to channel twenty,” Vicky said, staring at her lover’s ass as she bent over to change channels. She couldn’t wait! She pulled Jeanna’s mini-skirt and thong down to her knees, then buried her pretty face in Jeanna’s snatch.

Jeanna moaned happily as Vicky’s eager tongue worked its way inside Jeanna’s slot. Jeanna found herself staring at a video of a lesbian gang-bang. “Nice choice,” she groaned.

“Thank you,” Vicky said, then went back to licking Jeanna’s pussy. She shoved the index finger from one hand into Jeanna’s box and quickly pistoned it while her tongue tantalized everything else it could reach. Then she pulled back, leaning back into the loveseat while stretching her arm out and thrusting three fingers into Jeanna’s pussy. She watched as Jeanna humped her hand, and Vicky started playing with herself with her free hand. She was already wet, and she knew how much wetter she could get. She pulled Jeanna back until the dark-haired girl was sitting in Vicky’s lap. Then Vicky reached around her lover’s waist and pushed her fingers into the girl’s pussy again, fucking her rapidly with every one of them. With her other hand, she playfully slapped the kitty, and she soon had Jeanna moaning and groaning and writhing in her lap.

“Harder baby,” Jeanna groaned. “Fuck me with those fingers! Fuck me with those horny little fingers,” she said.

Vicky kept her fingers moving, but moved her other hand up into her girlfriend’s tube-top and roughly grabbed one of her tits. It felt so hot in her hand that she just wanted to curl up with them on a cold winter’s night. It made her look forward to that winter. So she kept groping Jeanna’s tits, fingering her cunt and sucking on her earlobe.

Jeanna knew she had gotten lucky with this blonde sex kitten. In all her years, she had never found a lover as eager to please, and pleasing was something Vicky was good at. The girl was curling her fingers on every thrust into Jeanna’s sex-pot, and each thrust brought the dark-haired girl closer to sexual heaven. Finally, she found herself knocking on the Pearly Gates! “Fuck me baby, I’m there . . . fuckin’ sweet,” she grunted as her pussy constricted around her lover’s digits and squeezed as she came onto Vicky’s hand. She finally settled into Vicky’s lap as the blonde girl brought her hand up so she bursa rus escort could grab both of Jeanna’s tits, leaving them sticky with the girl’s own expenditures.

“You’re so good to me baby,” Jeanna said.

Vicky kissed her on the side of the face as she let her hands molest her lover’s chest. ‘Why don’t you just say it?’ she asked of herself. ‘Just say you love her. But you can’t, because you’re afraid she’ll freak and leave. Just like all the guys in your life before her.’

Vicky’s interior dialogue wasn’t making herself feel all that special, but when Jeanna got on her knees in front of Vicky, pulled the girl’s skirt and panties off and buried her face in between those perfectly tanned thighs, she began to feel better. Suddenly, Vicky couldn’t even remember what she was complaining about.

Jeanna was like an animal, licking rapidly with the full width of her tongue, sometimes inside the slot and sometimes around the cleanly shaved mound. She would always take care to lick the clit lightly, because she didn’t want her lover to cum too soon. Of course, she was going to make sure Vicky came more than once, but she wanted the first one to last.

“Fuck, why didn’t I start fucking women sooner?” Vicky asked, draping her legs over Jeanna’s shoulders.

“Then I wouldn’t have been your first,” Jeanna pointed out between licks. She stuck her index finger up Vicky’s asshole and watched with glee as the girl’s eyes opened wide. She wiggled it frantically as she sucked those wonderful inner labia into her mouth and pressed on them with her gums.

Vicky knew Jeanna was right about one thing . . . Jeanna not being Vicky’s first lesbian lover wasn’t an acceptable idea. “Lick me baby! Lick me all night long!”

It was a suggestion that Jeanna was amenable to. She started licking up and down frantically until she knew she had the girl right where she wanted her. Then she stopped.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Vicky practically screamed, a look of desperation in her eye. “Please make me cum!”

“Since you asked so nicely . . .” Jeanna replied, then sent her tongue in one more time. Almost instantly, Vicky’s cum came squirting out onto her lover’s face, and she had juice to spare. Jeanna probably could have pulled away, but she loved the experience of being flooded. When Vicky’s tidal wave subsided, Jeanna rubbed her face on her lover’s tight abdomen. “Sweet Jesus, where do keep it all?”

Vicky blushed. She used to be embarrassed by the quantity of her ejaculate, but not a lot of guys had ever managed to bring her to orgasm. Jeanna did it for her every single time . . . at least once. And Jeanna wasn’t done. She reached into the bag and pulled out the dildo, ripping it from its plastic packaging.

“And what do you think you’ll be doing with . . . with . . . with . . .” Vicky started. Jeanna had begun licking her pussy again while she finished unpacking her sex-toy. Then she pushed all eight-inches of the life-like, flesh-colored dildo into Vicky’s tight hole, sinking the cock up to the handle.

“I figured I’d be doin’ something like that!” Jeanna said. She put one knee up on the sofa next to Vicky while her other leg was straight with her foot on the floor. She began kissing her wild little sex kitten while driving the latex toy into her cunt over and over again. Jeanna raised her body up so Vicky could suck on one her tits, all the while keeping that dildo pumping.

Vicky’s hands were everywhere . . . groping Jeanna, grabbing the grungy cushions of the sofa, pulling on her own hair . . . She was almost mad with desire. She could never figure out how Jeanna did it. She had always enjoyed sex, but this woman . . . this perfect woman . . . reduced Vicky to a slobbering beast with just a few well placed touches. Now, she was writhing on a loveseat in the back of a porn store, and she was loving every moment. The latex cock felt huge inside her. She and Jeanna actually didn’t use toys that often, but that night with Deborah and Tiffany had been putting ideas in both women’s heads.

“Looks like my little woman is all hot and bothered,” Jeanna said. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten so lucky as to have hooked up with such a babe, but she wasn’t looking a gift-horse in the mouth. She flipped Vicky over so that the woman had her hands on the back of the sofa with her knees on the seat. Jeanna stood behind her and split that juicy pussy in half from behind with her toy, and she gripped her lover’s ass as she went. “You have a CUTE ass,” she said, giving the aforementioned posterior a playful slap. She pulled the dildo out and placed the head at Vicky’s lips, the latter woman instinctively sucking her own juices of the head. Then Jeanna shoved it back into her girlfriend’s warm box.

“Do me harder!” Vicky moaned. “Give me your big dick!” she shouted, probably loud enough to be heard in the neighboring booths. She didn’t care anymore. As the piston-action of the dildo increased in speed, she actually started growling. “Fuck . . . me . . . fuck . . . me!”

“Working on it,” Jeanna grunted. Then she got tired of waiting. She tossed the dildo onto the ground, knelt behind Vicky and instigated a series of quick strokes to Vicky’s recently violated pussy with her nimble tongue. She also started gently rubbing the girl’s sensitive clit with one hand.

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I entered the hotel room anticipation fluttering wildly in my stomach. The lights were seductively dimmed. I closed the door behind me and walked into the bedroom. You’re there, waiting for me, ready for me. I smile at you and you grin wickedly, those seductive eyes of yours watching my every move as I step closer to the edge of the bed where you recline in nothing but a thong.

Your breasts are beautiful as I knew they would be, the dark caramel nipples already rigid with your arousal. I remove my shoes then climb onto the bed. My hands show you more effectively than any words I could have uttered at that moment, how much I want you. I run them slowly along the length of your legs, over your calves to your thighs. I can feel you trembling slightly. It turns me on even more to know you are so…affected by my touch, my presence, the thought of what I am about to do to you.

My lips follow the path my hands have pioneered. I hear you moan and it spurs me on. I reach your knee and your legs part expectantly but I am not about to rush anything. I have you to myself all evening and I intend to take full advantage. I moved back down to your prettily painted toes and encase the first one in my mouth. I suckle gently and watch as your back arches, as your fingers grip the sheets while you try and endure the sweet torment. My tongue flickers butterfly light between two of your toes and you gasp raggedly. I’m soaking wet now and my pussy is throbbing. I love the feeling, the tightness of it.

I take my time with your foot, nipping gently here and there, keeping you on edge. I repeat the process with your other foot until I can see moisture darkening your panties. When I have teased you enough, I release your foot and begin anew my journey up your lovely legs. I remove your thong slowly, enjoying the building anticipation. My fingers are inside of you by the time my tongue slips over the curve of your knee. Your wetness is immense, your tightness divine. I probe and find that spot inside you that has your eyes springing open and my name falling off your lips. I watch fascinated for a moment as my fingers move in and out of you, almost as though I am separate from it all. It is pornographic the way your juices coat my fingers and I can stand it no longer. I must taste.

I push your thighs up, opening you up then dip my head and run my tongue along your soaked snatch. The taste is intoxicating. My tongue wants to be everywhere at once. I start with your ass, nibbling the sensitive hole until you are begging me to make you cum. I move up and push my tongue as deeply into your spasming cunt as I can get it, flicking it around your opening. I can feel your cum filling my mouth and I swallow to make room for more. I lick up and you sigh thinking I am about to relieve your torment but my tongue stops just before your clit and I move back down to your opening.

I go back and forth between your pussy and your ass for a few minutes until finally your take a firm grip on my hair and put my mouth where you really want it. I acquiesce and wrap my soft lips around your turgid clit. My tongue moves slowly, lovingly over the throbbing morsel. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably. I apply more pressure and begin moving my tongue faster. You are talking to me and the words enflame me. I double my efforts to get you your first big finish. You hold my head tightly, pulling the hair, pressing me in place until you cum. The sound of your voice as you speak drives a spear of desire through me. It takes an act of will I would not have bursa eskort believed possible not to pull out my thick dick and fuck you right then. When your spasms had calmed, I turned you over and moved above you. My tongue starts from the small of your back and makes its way along your spine. You shiver and giggle slightly.

I kiss my way over your back, delicately nibbling here and there. I kiss the full mounds of your ass cheeks, then deliver a couple of surprising slaps to it. You moan your appreciation at the display of forcefulness. I ask if you are ready to be fucked. You nod your head, too worked up to get the words out. I pull you up onto your knees and spread your legs the appropriate width. I exit the bed and you watch as I strip my shirt over my head to reveal a simple white wife beater. My tattoos are displayed and I know you’ve noted them but your attention is not held. My hands unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans. I step out of the heavy material then straighten to reveal the prominent bulge between my thighs. Reaching into my boxers I remove the thickly veined shaft and watch your eyes light up.

I don’t have words to adequately convey how I feel about my dick. It is not apart of me like a man’s which means I am not ruled by it like a man. But it is an extension of me when I wear it, a way of broadening my means of bringing you pleasure and that makes me feel powerful. So I smile as a fingertip of arousal runs its way down my spine while I slowly stroke the thick cock. Your eyes never leave my crotch as I bend to retrieve my pants. I pull out a handful of condoms and toss them on the bed next to you then drop my pants back on the floor and join you on the large bed.

I quickly rip open a rubber and don its contents. With that done, I position myself between your slick lips and slowly push in. I watch fascinated as your pussy stretches to accommodate it. The thick lips swallow my python and again I am forced to call on that willpower to keep from ramming it home. The visual is enough to make me come but I grit my teeth and keep my composure. I have much more pleasure to deliver to you before I allow myself any type of release. My arms criss cross your lower back and I hold your hips in place as I begin to slowly withdraw from you before pushing back in.

Your voice fills my ears, the sultry sound of it as you moan, the breathy quality of the words that tumble from your lips. You want to be fucked and I want to fuck you so I let up a little on my control and thrust back into you. You cry out and I almost stop but I see the way you are pushing yourself back against me to take more. I grin to myself and build my rhythm quickly. Fast, hard strokes that have your breasts jiggling and your pussy spitting more wetness on my shaft. My hands move up to your shoulders and I pull you back. I am leaning on my calves and you sit up slightly sure that I will support us. My hand is around your elegant throat and the strength in it is apparently not lost on you. I squeeze a little and you slam yourself down onto my length.

When you cum this time you scream for me. Oh, how I have longed to hear the sound of your ecstasy this way. I continue to pound into your yielding pussy bringing you to a quick follow up orgasm. You collapse to the bed and I take pity – or is it advantage? – and let you recover. Your arm is over your eyes as you struggle to regulate the shaking in your thighs and your labored breathing. I leave the bedroom and enter the living area of the spacious suite. I grab the duffel bursa bayan escort bag that I brought along and head back to you. “That was great.” You say softly and I smile at you.

“We’re just getting started lil mama.” I inform you. You watch as I unzip the bag and begin to remove items.

By the time I have emptied the bag you are sitting up looking on expectantly. I move to a high backed chair sitting in the corner and pull it into the center of the floor space left in the bedroom. “Sit.” I command. My voice is different now, stronger, more demanding. You respond to it and I hold my grin in check. This is something else now. You are about to be dominated. You place yourself in the chair and I pick up the first of the tethers that will bind you to it. I squat in front of you and place a thick hand towel on the arm of the chair before moving your leg over it. The towel offers cushioning so that the sharp edge of the chair will not cut into your flesh. I secure your ankle to the leg of the chair making sure that you have virtually no room for movement before repeating the process with your right leg.

Your breathing has quickened as your mind starts to offer up possibilities about what I will do to you while you are helpless this way, how it will feel. By the time I am done with your legs you are leaned back in the chair with your legs spread wide, your ass resting close to the edge. I pull your arms behind your back, just rough enough to make you gasp softly and to cause wetness to leak from you. I secure your wrists behind your back and though you know you can go no where, you pull against the leather binding anyway. I do smile now because it is futile.

I circle the chair studying you, occasionally running a fingertip over a sensitive area of skin. When I am ready, I move to the bed and lift the blindfold up. There is a mild panic in your eyes now that arouses me in a way I didn’t imagine it would. I place the material over your eyes blocking out all light. “Can you see anything?” I ask.

“No.” You breathe.

“Good. I’ll be back.” I say.

“Where are you going?”

“Did I give you permission to question me?” I snap. I can see your heartbeat fluttering in your throat.

“No.” You answer quietly.

“Remember that.” I say then quickly dress myself. I leave the hotel room and head to the ice machine.

It only takes a couple of minutes but I imagine that it feels much longer than that to you in your predicament. I imagine that you wonder if I will come back, if I have left you that way. I even imagine that anger has begun to rise to the surface, an expected self-defense mechanism. I enter the room quietly and again disrobe. I pick a cube of ice and place it in my mouth to speed up the melting process. I stand behind you and hold the ice above your rising and falling breasts. You jump when the droplet of cold water splashes against your fevered skin. “Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes.” You reply. I move around and kneel in front of you.

My hands are strong as they move over your thighs. I have the ice in my mouth again and guide it along your inner thighs. You moan pitifully and my body tightens with arousal at the heady sound of it. I can see the muscles in your thighs clenching as I slowly move the cube along your fevered flesh. I get to the steamy juncture of your thighs and you cry out as I use my tongue to push the frozen liquid inside of you. I use my long fingers to push it further inside of you and enjoy myself for a bursa ucuz escort few moments drinking from you as the heat of your body melts the ice.

When the cube is half way melted and your pussy is literally running with juices I rise and put on a new condom. I position myself at your opening and slip inside. As I enter you deeply the ice is pressed further inside of you. When I withdraw it slides along your canal. I thrust back in and you scream your way into orgasm. It is overwhelming and I hang my head as I remind myself to keep my control. I find myself repeating the sentiment in my head like a mantra as each stroke causes you to moan and squirm as the sensation is prolonged.

When the ice is gone and you have come for me several more times from my ministrations, I withdraw from you and move to the bed. I pick up the vibrating nipple clamps I’ve brought along and come back to you. I lift the blindfold so you can see what I am doing. I put the instruments on and you hiss at the initial instance of pain. I turn them on and watch your eyes roll to the back of your head. I kneel before you again. “Watch.” I command. You look down the length of your body and watch my tongue move along your slick lips.

You are panting as I keep you teetering on the edge of oblivion. My tongue moves over your clit, firm, very sure of its movements and what it’s making you feel. I flick the tip over your sensitized morsel and you beg when you can no longer remain quiet. I punish you for your disobedience by backing away. You strain toward me, feeling my warm breath tickling your throbbing pussy. “Please, please.” You plead with me.

“The longer you ask for it, the longer you’ll have to.” I say. I am impressed with my ability to remain so detached in my words when I’m fighting a battle with myself to keep from giving in. I have to remain strong, I am dominating right now. I cannot allow myself to give in to the invitation your engorged cunt is giving me.

It takes a few minutes, you come close to tears but eventually you get yourself together and manage to keep yourself to whimpers. Finally when I can torture myself no longer, I attack your wetness with my mouth. I get into my rhythm, teasing you mercilessly. If your hands were free you would be gripping my head trying to get me to keep the contact steady. I smile against you thinking about how it must torment you. After an indeterminable amount of time I decide I am ready for you to cum. My tongue begins to move steadily faster and you make a keening sound that causes my already rigid clit to spasm viciously. When you are close to erupting I push two fingers into you, plunging you over the edge. I moan against you as I feel your walls vice grip around my fingers and my orgasm is only heartbeats behind yours. You flood my mouth and I drink you down, loving every delicious drop.

I take a few moments to gather myself before I pull out of you and suck my fingers clean. You are barely conscious as I untie you. I lift you in my arms and carry you to the bed. You whisper something and I have to strain to make the words out. You are telling me you love me but though I enjoy the warm rush the thought gives me I don’t take the words seriously. You are high off the after glow of fabulous sex. I remove the nipples clamps and you whimper again as the blood rushes to the sensitized peaks. Your body jerks as you experience a quick follow up orgasm. Not as intense as its predecessor but certainly worth remembering. I put my tools away and join you in bed. You snuggle against me and are asleep almost instantly. I hold you awhile, allowing myself to pretend for a brief time that we are more than just secret lovers. Then with a sigh of satisfaction tinged with regret, I slip from the bed, dress quietly and leave. You will never see me again and you will never forget me.

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I had not seen Will since the day of my arrival, except in the distance at a banquet. I had wondered why he had not been in touch, but thought he would contact me when he needed to. I wondered what had prompted this move?

He was a delightful companion. Middle height for a man, but his ready intelligence and wit were allied to a charm I had seen in few others. He was that rarest of men — a listener. It was, I thought, as though he was a giant sponge, soaking up everything he saw and heard. But he kept up a steady conversational flow, which, of course, encouraged you to do the same; not that anyone ever accused me of having a problem there.

‘Rahab, how good to see you!’

Will smiled as I came into the antechamber where I had arranged to meet him.

‘And am I correct that our Great Queen has a new, shall we say, favourite?’

I smiled back. His manner made me blush.

‘You would, indeed, be correct in that.’

‘Our course it will go well then, I think?’

‘I should not rely on Bess confusing personal passion with national interests,’ I joked.

‘But when they flow together, the tide cannot be resisted. You may have guessed why I want to see you at this moment.’

‘I am assuming that your master, the earl of Oxford has some anxieties concerning the Scots Queen?’

‘You miss nothing, little one. You are correct. But I have talked with Sir Francis too, and we have a common concern.’

‘Which is? And where do I come in?’

‘We can arrest the Scots bitch now, but if we do, we run the risk of missing other members of the conspiracy. Her gaoler will keep her tight, but so tight that we know there are others, but not who they are.’

‘I see,’ I said, still puzzled as to how this concerned me. Walsingham and Burleigh were wise men, as were Oxford and Will; at best I could but confirm their wisdom.

‘We are thinking of allowing Mary to see a friend, as long as she is accompanied.’

‘But that would not work, my dear, I am the Turk, the enemy.’

‘But my Lady Emma is not, and what is more, she is the lover of Milady.’

‘True, Will, but I remain puzzled.’

‘How well does Milady know you?’

I knew what he meant, and was grateful she had not said it outright. I was no slut, and with the exception of Lady Emma, Bess herself was my sole lover.

‘Not well, she has seen me once or twice.’

‘Now, hear me out, my lady. Will you go next door, where your maid will help you change into a new costume?’

Intrigued, I assented. I doubted Will intended escort bayan to get into my drawers.

Molly was a sweet girl, no older than I was.

On the bed were a doublet, hose, and other men’s garments.

‘What is this, Molly?’

‘Master Shakespeare asked if I would lay out a set of gentleman’s clothes for you, and here they are, Miss.’

She helped me out of my clothes and into the man’s clothing.

‘My, Ma’am, I should hardly have recognised you.’

As I viewed myself in the looking glass I could see what she meant. As I had no obvious female characteristics save for my hair, which was shoulder-length (which was not uncommon for men), I looked like a very young man. I stepped out to let Will see the transformation.

‘Well, there you are, perfect, you are every image Lady Emma’s page. No one will suspect, and with you in the entourage, we shall have our agent in place!’

‘Will, I want to stay here with the Queen,’

‘We all know that, but she has to go to Richmond for the summer, and she can spare you for a fortnight.’

‘That may be, Will, but I am not sure I can spare her.’

It was hopeless, and I knew it. Like Bess, I had to put duty before love.

‘Rahab,’ she giggled, ‘is that really you? Such a cute boy you make, I quite want you!’ Lady Emma was clearly attracted by the change. She and Bess agreed that I looked the part.

‘Why, Pixie,’ said Bess, ‘I could find a man attractive were he you.’

‘Oh,’ I said, ‘well if I am going to be surrounded by lecherous ladies, you will all find my sword missing, and my scabbard ready.’

That evening, Bess and I were together. Of it I shall not, even here, speak. Oh, but the parting on the morrow was such sweet sorrow.

‘Milady,’ Emm smiled at Lady de Winter, ‘I hope you like my new page, Roland de Burgh, a nephew, and newly arrived at court. He will accompany us on our pilgrimage.’

I could see Lady de Winter’s eyes taking me in.

‘He is delightful, and I am sure will take care of us.’

I did not like the tone of her voice, and had warned Will and Emm that the problem might well arise if she lived up to her reputation as a man-eater. It looked as though that could be a real possibility.

As my accent was still too pronounced for me to pass as English, I bowed and said:

‘Milady, I have come from exile in Morocco, where my family fled for its fidelity to the old faith. I know that here I can confess that.’

‘Oh hush, Roland, you are still at Court. You Papists bursa vip escort will get us all killed yet,’ said Emm.

Milady smiled.

‘It is a pleasure to meet a scion of the old faith, and I am sure you will enjoy meeting the Queen … of Scots, of course,’ she added, after a pause.

Across the next week, as we travelled north, Lady de Winter and I talked often. She clearly liked ‘Roland,’ but was content to bide her time. Her nights were spent with Emm, and by the morning, so was she.

‘It is all right, Rahab,’ she told me, ‘I am keeping her exhausted so she does not try to get into your hose.’

‘How kind, Emm,’ I laughed, knowing quite well why she was doing what she was doing, she was the most insatiable wanton I ever met.

The moment, though, was bound to come, and it did as we stayed the night at Warwick Castle. Although the earl was absent, he had left orders that we were to be cared for. It was the last stop on the way to Chartley.

After dining, we retired to a private chamber. Milady said to Emm,

‘I think, darling Emm, it is time that Master Roland was helped into manhood.’

Emm looked blank.

‘Ah, well, yes, well.’ She stammered.

‘My lady,’ I said, ‘I was told that the first job of a gentleman was to ensure that the lady was prepared, so perhaps I could begin to see whether that is something I could achieve?’

‘Oh, ho, so gallant! Well Master Roland, here I am.’

As Emm unlaced her, Milady lay back, her legs open, and her luxuriant blonde bush on display. I came over and placed myself between her legs. I found Emm beside me.

‘You,’ I said, ‘better ensure she is too exhausted to want to go further.’

‘Darling,’ Emm whispered, ‘you can rely on me!’

Parting her lips, I applied my mouth to her slit, sliding my tongue up from her anus to her bud, pushing the latter back, and moving it with my tongue, before applying my lips to it, and sucking. As I was doing that, Emm was applying herself to Milady’s breasts, sucking each nipple in turn. I could feel the effects of our joint ministrations.

As it was clear she wanted penetration, I plunged three fingers in to her soaked sex. She smelt ripe for the next stage, but as I could hardly achieve that, my fingers would have to suffice, and I thrust them in and out, licking at her bud, as Emm began to bite on her nipples, grazing and giving them tiny bites, before sucking them.

Milady straddled my face with her thighs, giving me fee access to her bursa elit escort sex and anus. Picking up the hint, I applied a finger of my lefthand to scoop up some of her juices and lubricate her anus with them, probing, rimming her tight hole, before, once it was well coated, penetrating her there. I signalled to Emm to bite hard, as I thrust with both hands, and bit on her bud.

Milady came, she came and she came. My fingers remained in place, and I felt both her anus and her sex clench on them. She wanted more, and this was where Emm had to move fast. I need not have worried, Emm was more than up to the task.

Having rid herself of her own garments, Emm pushed Milady back onto the bed and straddled her face with her thighs, rubbing her wet sex on her face. I continued to play with her sex and anus in a wanton fashion. Looking up, I saw Emm’s magnificent breasts bounce as she gyrated on Milady’s face. As her orifices ceased to quiver, I began, again, to lick her sex. From Emm’s reaction, she had responded by licking Emm furiously. Emm, who came fast, did so, soaking Milady’s face, before dismounting, turning, and kissing her.

As she tasted her own juices on Emm’s luscious lips, Lady de Winter yielded to the actions of my tongue and fingers, coming a second time. But anyone who supposed Emm would stop there, did not know her. She knew she had to stop Milady discovering my secret, and so, pushing me aside, thrust one leg between her thighs and began to rub her kitty on hers.

‘No, fuck, no, Emm, stop, no!’ And then.

‘Oh, oh, Emm, God, don’t stop that is, oh, oh, oh!’

Emm winked at me.

‘Master Roland, stand back and see how it is done!’

The sight of Emm, her long blonde hair streaming over her shoulders, mingling with that of Milady’s, their breasts bouncing and touching, their wet sexes squelching, was one which had me wanting to pleasure myself, but I dared not, as my secret would be out.

Thus, did Emm bring her to two more climaxes before Milady dropped exhausted.

‘Emm, Emm, no, stop, I must rest.’

‘Please yourself, I’m taking this young man to bed if you are too exhausted.’

With that, Emm dragged me to her bedroom.

‘You look so sexy pretending to be a boy,’ she said, as she took my breeches off. Her hands found my sex, which was dripping.

‘Who’s a horny Rahab then?’ She laughed, as the effect of her fingers on my bud made me gasp.

I knew who was the horniest of us, as Emm came three more times that night, to my once. She was simply insatiable.

In the morning, she could assure Milady that I had performed my part. Lady de Winter seemed tired,

‘Not tonight Emm, remember, we enter the goal of the Puritan, and Queen Mary would not approve of our antics, though,’ she said looking at me, ‘she is partial to young men!’

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“Ooh, here’s a good question!”

Annie waved the strip of paper in the air like it was a winning lottery ticket. She couldn’t help but revel a little. The game had been a great idea; not only was everybody having fun and breaking the ice, it was a great way to learn all sorts of stuff about the people she was going to be spending the next four years of her life with.

She held the paper out in front of her. “‘What’s the sexiest thing you can ever see?'”

There was some hooting and laughing from the guys and girls sitting on every available surface of the tiny dorm room. Big surprise, a bunch of college freshman on their first night away from their parents get together and most of the questions people write turn out to be about sex. Annie’s eyes fixed on those of her roommate, legs curled underneath her on the bed opposite the redhead.

“Sinead, you go first.”

The casually-dressed brunette chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. “Actually, could I go last?” There were some boos and moans of disapproval, and Annie rolled her eyes. Sinead shrugged defensively. “It’s just mine’s a tie, so if someone else turns out to have the same thing as me I’d rather let them be the one to say it because I’ll still have one left.”

“Oh, fine, you big baby! Melanie, are you braver than my boring, spineless roommate?”

The lithe blonde sitting on the floor darted her eyes nervously back and forth and giggled. “Um…okay…so, you know like…when a guy’s just wearing a button-down shirt, and it’s hanging down, and you can just see the tip of his dick swinging around underneath?”

There were a couple of murmurs of approval from other girls, while Gina, sitting next to Sinead, just snorted. “Girl, what kinda tiny-dick motherfuckers you been gettin’ naked with?”

That made everyone hoot, and Melanie just blushed and giggled more.

“Okay then, Gina, you got a better one?”

“The sexiest thing you can ever see is a brother with muscles, no shirt, just covered with sweat, towelin’ down after he worked out.”

There was some more approval, a few comically-licked lips, and Annie turned to the girl on Sinead’s other side. “Carrie?”

“Guys shaving,” the compact Korean girl said. “Don’t know why, it’s just always done it for me.”

“Hey, I’m not judging. Sam, what about you?”

The tall, dark-haired guy with the goatee held up his hands. “Okay, so, I know this is gonna get shouted down by all the girls…” There were groans and shouts of encouragement. “But…girl with cum all over her face.” As anticipated, the girls groaned and shouted again, this time less encouragingly, and Sam just grinned. “Hey, look, you don’t see it from the guy’s perspective, all right, it’s hot as fuck!”

“Yeah, well from the girl’s perspective, it’s praying some asshole doesn’t put your eye out and having to wash jizz outta your hair!” The girls laughed, and Carrie even gave Gina a high five.

“Well, mine’s a hot guy in a well-fitted tux.”

The girls approved, and Sinead chuckled. “Really? Sean Connery or Roger Moore?”

Annie blushed and ran a hand through her red curls. “I don’t have to answer that, on the grounds that it’s Timothy Dalton.” There was some scattered laughter from the people who either knew what they were talking about or wanted to pretend they did. “Mike, be my hero and save me from this torture!”

The only other boy in the room leaned forward. “Okay. Two girls kissing.” There were some groans of disappointment and at least one “Unoriginal!” courtesy of Carrie, but the plaid-shirted brunette just shrugged. “Hey, you can frown all you want, but you know I’m right. Two girls making out, hottest thing ever. Right? Come on, somebody back me up!”

Annie looked across to the other bed when she realized her roommate was laughing. “Sinead? Does this mean you’re ready to go?”

The cute brunette smirked. “Yeah, okay.” Sinead leaned forward, eyes glittering. “Like I said, I’ve got two: the sight of a woman’s pussy between her legs when she bends over, and a girl with big boobs taking off a t-shirt.”

There was silence, a couple of blinks. Then Mike, because who else, said “Wait…you’re a lesbo?”

Sinead rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively. “Pfft, don’t be silly. I’m straight, I just only like to have sex with girls.”

There was a little nervous chuckling and glance-sharing as people tried to figure out whether she was joking. Sinead just rolled her eyes again.

“So, have you actually…gone all the way with a girl?” Melanie asked in a hushed whisper, like she was afraid they were going to get caught or something.

Sinead smiled casually and perhaps a little bit smugly. “Oh yeah. Two.”

“Have you ever been with a guy?” Mike asked, and Sinead’s freckled nose wrinkled.

“Ew. No.”

“Well, but then—”

“Oh no, don’t even try to hit her with that ‘how do you know if you’ve never tried it’ bullshit,” Gina interjected. “She knows just like you know you wouldn’t like being with a guy without having escort to try it out!”

Mike cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um, yeah. Right, of course.” Annie decided to take pity on him and handed him the bowl. He pulled out the next question and cleared his throat.

“Who’s your biggest celebrity crush?”

…

An hour later everyone else had left with a promise to get some lunch together tomorrow, leaving just Annie and Sinead unpacking and listening to the rain beating against the window. As she piled her underwear and socks into the drawers under her bed, Annie couldn’t help the occasional glance over her shoulder, and more than once she saw Sinead glancing back. Eventually, the brunette sighed and sat up on her bed.

“Hey, Annie?”

Annie turned to do the same. “Yeah?”

Sinead frowned. “I didn’t…make this weird, did I? I mean, I didn’t screw this up, or make you feel like I was…”

Annie waved her hand. “Oh, God no. Come on, I’m a big girl. It’s not like I’m afraid you’re gonna molest me in my sleep or whatever.”

Sinead smiled, half relief and half mischief. “Oh good, so you won’t see the plan coming…”

Annie rolled her eyes and tossed a pair of red socks at her roommate’s face. As Sinead sat there chuckling and fiddling with the socks, Annie’s eyes narrowed.

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” Sinead blinked and looked up. “The question thing. You like surprising people with it, because you don’t, you know…”

Sinead’s eyebrows rose. “Because I don’t what?”

Annie, who suddenly realized what dangerous territory she was in, flushed a little. “Well, I just meant that you don’t…you know…look like…a lesbian.”

Sinead laughed. “Really? So what do lesbians look like?”

“Well, you know, like…” Annie blushed and avoided her smirking roommate’s eyes. Every word was just making her more and more flustered. “Either…butch, or like…super-feminine. I mean, right? You’re just like…I don’t know, girl-next-door.”

“Yeah, well, so are most lesbians. Just ask Ellen.” Sinead shot her a searing leer. “It’s how we hide in plain sight so we can feed…”

Annie rolled her eyes, but at least she wasn’t blushing anymore. “God, you’re such a freak!”

In response, Sinead just threw her socks back at her.

“And actually, just because I’m not wearing flannel or whatever doesn’t mean I’m hiding anything. You pay close attention, there are plenty of clues that I’m gay.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

She held out her hand. “Like the nails: short, with smooth, rounded tips.”

“What’s that got to do with…” Annie blushed. “Oh.”

Sinead grinned and raised that hand a little until she could pluck at her wrist. “Or the hairbands.”

Annie scoffed. “Come on, lots of girls with long hair carry around hairbands! Why would that be a lesbian thing?”

Sinead’s grin widened. “Wow, you really are straight, aren’t you?”

Annie shrugged defensively. “Why would you say that?”

“Because your hair’s even longer than mine, and you honestly have no idea.” Annie frowned, and Sinead laughed. “Come on! You’re telling me the Venus necklace didn’t tip you off?”

“Well, but…that’s just the female symbol, it just means you’re a girl!”

Sinead rolled her eyes and dropped to her bed. “Wow. Girl, I’m gonna have to teach you a lot of lesbian trade secrets if we’re gonna hang out.”

Annie frowned playfully and went back to unpacking. After a few minutes, though, she turned back around to find Sinead still lying on her bed, eyes half-open and one hand on her stomach.

“Sinead?”

“Hm?”

“Could I ask you…I don’t know, kind of a weird question?”

The brunette blinked and pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Yeah, sure.”

Annie licked her lips. “Would you want to…I don’t know…make out a little?” Sinead’s eyebrows rose, and a smug smile curled her lips. Annie blushed. “I just…I mean I’ve never really been friends with a lesbian…oh God, I didn’t mean it like that, but…I mean now that you brought it up I’m starting to think about it and it is college, so…”

Annie’s words dribbled off as Sinead stood up right in front of her, putting their faces just inches apart. “Do you really want that? Might make everything weird.”

Annie shook her head and tried to laugh. “It won’t, I promise. I’m just…curious. I need to…get it out of my system, or whatever. And I mean, better to do it now than if we get drunk one night and don’t…plan for it, you know?”

Sinead pursed her lips. “Okay. If you’re sure.” Annie nodded, and the brunette’s hands came up to drape casually around her neck.

Annie licked her lips nervously. “I mean we don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to pressure you into anything—”

“Annie?” Sinead grinned as she leaned in. “Shut up.”

The first kiss made Annie gasp. It wasn’t even anything crazy: mouths closed, no tongue, Sinead’s hands still just hanging around her neck. But having another girl’s bursa eve gelen escort smooth, soft, gentle lips brush hers was so different from any kiss she’d ever had with a guy. When Sinead pulled back, Annie’s head actually tipped forward to try to prolong the contact. When her eyes fluttered open, she found Sinead still grinning.

“Was that okay?” Annie nodded shakily. “You want to try it again?”

Annie nodded again, and Sinead leaned back in. The second kiss was longer and more…well, less ambiguous, Sinead’s lips moving against hers, catching her bottom lip before the redhead really started responding. She didn’t know how long it went on, only that when they finally pulled apart she was breathing more heavily and her hands were rubbing gently on Sinead’s waist.

“Do you want to do more?” Annie nodded eagerly. “Why don’t we sit down on the bed?”

Annie followed her without hesitation, their legs getting unavoidably tangled as they dropped to the sheets. “Now, fair warning,” Sinead muttered, practically into her mouth, “when I make out, I don’t just use my mouth…”

Annie’s cheeks turned as red as her hair as her eyes slid down their bodies, practically pressed together. “I…I know. We can…you can touch me, if you want.”

Sinead grinned again and leaned in for another kiss. There still wasn’t any tongue, but their mouths were starting to open, far enough at least that Annie could feel Sinead’s breath and experimentally kiss at each of the brunette’s lips individually. When Sinead’s hand slid down and cupped the underside of one of her plump breasts, she sucked in a breath. When the brunette started gently massaging, Annie sighed into her mouth.

Annie couldn’t believe how much making out with her roommate was turning her on. This was as far as she’d wanted to go—a little kissing, some touching, just to try it out—but now, in the moment, she wanted to go further. She pulled back, Sinead blinking in confusion bordering on panic before Annie smiled nervously.

“So…I’ve got big boobs…”

“I noticed.”

“And…I’m wearing a t-shirt.”

Sinead’s eyes flicked down, and she bit her lip. “I noticed.”

Without another word, Annie reached for the hem of her shirt and started to pull.

She had to admit, she could sort of see the appeal that had Sinead’s wide hazel eyes glued to her. The tight t-shirt slid up easily enough over her soft belly, but when it reached her breasts it clung to the generous swells of her chest, actually pulling her bra up with it until the bottom curves of her breasts could be seen peeking out from under the cups. When the shirt finally cleared them, her abundant mounds bounced back down, practically overflowing her plain, thin red bra as she tossed her shirt aside. Sinead’s eyes shot back up to her face, then down to her chest, and there was a fire in them that made Annie tingle in anticipation. She reached for Sinead’s wrist, the one with the hairbands looped around it, and guided it back to just below her almost-exposed breast.

Sinead’s next kiss had more power, more passion, and finally the tip of her tongue darted between Annie’s lips. Her hands were more aggressive now, one expertly kneading her breast and the other trailing down her thigh to pull the redhead’s leg over hers. Annie bucked into the unexpected contact, and gasped when the crotch of her jeans suddenly rubbed against Sinead’s. She hadn’t been planning to do more than let the other girl make out with her, but now again her own desires were pushing her to go further. Sinead sucked in a breath as the redhead’s tongue reached out to wrestle with her own, Annie’s hands sliding up under her camisole to explore the brunette’s firmer, more athletic, but no less feminine form.

When Sinead pulled back this time they were both panting, and the separation only lasted long enough for Sinead to practically rip her layered cami over her head, revealing that the perky breasts Annie had watched Sam and Mike sneaking peeks at all night hadn’t been covered by a bra. The sight of the brunette’s chest, nipples pink and visibly hard, made Annie flush again, and this time she was the one who dove back in for another kiss.

“Take my bra off,” she murmured in Sinead’s ear before kissing her way down from the brunette’s ear to suckle on her smooth neck.

“Are you sure?”

Annie nodded against her skin. “I want to feel it.”

Within seconds Annie felt her roommate’s hands on her back. She didn’t know why she expected Sinead to fumble with her bra strap like the guys she’d made out with, but she was caught completely off guard when Sinead’s slender hands undid the hooks in a single, confident motion. The weight of her breasts pulled the bra away and suddenly those slender hands were underneath it, squeezing and exploring the generous, sensitive swells of flesh. When her nipple was caught between two of Sinead’s fingers, she actually moaned.

“Oh, God…”

She lowered her arms long enough görükle escort to shake the bra free, then eagerly pulled Sinead against her until their bare breasts were kissing just like their lips were. That feeling, having another girl’s chest rubbing against hers, feeling her nipples and her breathing and her heartbeat, was so wanton that it sent a fire straight down between Annie’s legs.

Sinead must have felt that fire too, because soon her lips were leaving Annie’s, trailing down the redhead’s lush body, from her neck to her shoulder to… “Oh my god…”

“Is this okay?” Sinead muttered against the upper swell of her breast, and she got her answer when Annie’s hand threaded through her hair to pull her closer.

“Oh my god, yes!”

When Sinead’s soft, talented lips closed around her nipple, Annie squealed. She could actually feel herself getting turned on, her panties getting wetter and hotter as Sinead kissed and sucked and worshipped one breast, then the other. Annie was bucking against her, panting, begging for release. When she grabbed Sinead’s wrist again and started to pull her hand down toward the waist of her jeans, Sinead pulled back and looked up. Her eyes were gold and black with desire, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from kissing.

“Are you sure?” she breathed, and Annie just nodded feverishly and tugged imploringly at the brunette’s head and hand to get them back into position. Sinead was only too happy to comply.

When Sinead’s fingers slipped between her jeans and her panties, Annie’s hips started to move of their own accord. Her roommate was teasing her, fingertips running down the soft cotton suture without ever penetrating it, without ever touching her blazing clit no matter how much she moved.

“Please,” Annie whined, “please, I’m so turned on…”

When Sinead’s hand slid back out of her jeans, she thought she was going to cry. But this time, they pressed flush against her belly before they slid back in, and suddenly Sinead’s finger was inside her.

“Oh my god, yes! Please!”

Annie couldn’t believe the sounds that were coming out of her mouth, or the way that her hands were clawing at Sinead’s smooth, toned body, her breasts and hips and butt and stomach all explored as Annie’s itching fingers made their way closer and closer to…

Both girls gasped as Annie’s hand slid down the front of Sinead’s jeans. Annie’s eyes went wide; Sinead wasn’t wearing panties. Of course she wasn’t.

Their lips met again and Sinead rolled on top of her, pressing their thighs and crotches and fingers together in a grinding whirlwind of desire. Annie was trying to think about how she liked to touch herself and translate it to Sinead, or copy what the brunette’s fingers were doing to her, or something, but all she could really do was cup her new roommate’s smooth, shaved pussy in her eager hand and hold on for dear life.

It must have been enough; not long after her muscles clenched down on Sinead’s fingers and she moaned into her roommate’s mouth she felt the brunette’s own mound surge forward into her hand, and suddenly her fingers were wet and sticky with…she blushed.

They rolled apart, Annie beet red from her cheeks to the tops of her bare breasts and hastily wiping her wet fingers on Sinead’s sheets. Sinead, however, just met Annie’s eyes as she licked and sucked each finger clean one by one.

When she was done, and Annie was blushing even harder, she dropped down, bare shoulder brushing the redhead’s. “So,” she said guardedly, “did we ruin our friendship?”

Annie giggled. Like everything else when it came to Sinead, she couldn’t even help it. “I honestly don’t know. Ask me tomorrow morning when the dopamine wears off.” She turned to study the brunette’s face; here, in the afterglow, Sinead looked a lot less satisfied than she’d been expecting. “If you’re so worried, why’d you go through with it?”

Sinead looked down Annie’s half-naked body. “You mean aside from you being insanely hot?” Annie giggled, and Sinead shrugged. “I guess I figured…if you’re going to ruin a friendship, it’s better to do it with someone you just met instead of someone you’ve known for years. I mean, if this turns out to be a huge mistake, well, classes haven’t even started yet, people don’t know their roommates. It’ll probably be easier for one of us to switch rooms.”

Annie frowned; the brunette was making it sound like she’d already decided it wasn’t going to work out. It took a few more minutes of silent study, lying against Sinead’s body and not knowing what to do with her hands, before the lightbulb went off.

“Does that mean you’ve ruined a friendship like this before?”

Sinead winced, and Annie immediately wanted to take the question back, but Sinead was already answering. “My best friend from high school. She wanted to…try it out, just like you. So we fooled around a little, and she said it was fine, that it didn’t really do anything for her. But then all of a sudden she started getting weird when I’d flirt with other girls. Like…she was jealous. Eventually…I mean, in the end it was just a mess. We haven’t talked in months…”

Annie frowned too, and slid her arm up Sinead’s stomach. “Hey. It’s okay. I mean…I’m not going to be like that. I’m not gay, I’m not in denial, I’m just…”

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Reaching the end of her tether Rebecca hung up the telephone. She had now had more than enough of John’s childish behaviour. If he wanted to spend time down the pub with his footballing mates then fine it’s his funeral. They had argued as she accused him of devoting so little time to her, her fury then compounded as he failed to even react or try and counter her points, made her finally realise that enough was enough because this was little more than confirmation that he took their relationship for granted.

As she looked down at the telephone it sat there silently. Tears welled in her eyes as she remembered the earlier days they had been together when like all couples they had fairly inconsequential arguments where one of them would put the phone down and the other would immediately ringback offering heartfelt apologies. Today he had not rung her back, there was no apology, and with it she finally resigned herself to no hope.

Feeling the sinking pain in her stomach of knowing that her relationship with John was over she turned and dashed up the stairs to her bedroom. Sitting on her bed she looked at herself in the mirror as tears streamed down her face. Her vision blurred from the tears. She leant forward, taking a tissue from the box on her desk, before wiping her eyes clear of the salty tears. Her vision cleared and her regained sight saw her focus on the picture wedged in the frame of the mirror.

Taking the photograph down she smiled as she looked at the two smiling faces looking back at her. She giggled as she recalled that happy day which seemed such a very long time ago. Rebecca had remained good friends with Jemma, they had seen a little less of each other once John had entered her life, she reached over to the bedside table to her telephone. Picking the receiver up she tapped in the number that she had dialled so many times.

“Hi Jemma.”
“Rebecca, how are you?” Jemma replied.

“Been better honey. You able to come on over?” As Rebecca said this she felt her eyes sting with fresh tears. How could she have neglected, albeit in a small way, her best friend? Composing herself she continued, “I think John and I may be finished. No one’s home and I could do with a friendly shoulder in case the tears return.”
“No problems, consider me already on my way.”

******

It had only occurred to Rebecca once she had terminated the call that it was a Saturday lunchtime on a beautiful Summer’s day. In her annoyance with John she had called Jemma and now as a result her friend was making her way here. What if Jemma had plans, what had she sacrificed to come to Rebecca’s aid. The warm feeling she was getting thinking of her friend’s imminent arrival was coupled with the guilt.

The doorbell rang, Rebecca dashed to greet Jemma, kissing her cheek softly as she welcomed her in.

“I am so sorry for disturbing your day it’s so selfish. I never asked what you were doing or had planned.”
“Whoa, slow down. Firstly, I wasn’t doing anything much and had nothing scheduled. Secondly, and possibly more importantly, are we not friends? If we can’t be there for one another who can you count on? Now come here.” With that Jemma hugged her friend tightly to her.

They walked into the kitchen and Rebecca made them a coffee. They sat at the table chatting about life in general, both skirting round the issue that had brought Jemma here, sipping their drinks. Finally Jemma decided to raise the subject of John.

“So tell me what’s up with you two then?”

“My family are away this weekend, I could have gone with them for a break, anyway I stayed back here. You see I had planned for John and I to spend a ‘weekend away’ here… if you get my meaning?” Jemma nodded understanding exactly what Rebecca had had in mind. “I thought we could spend the night together for the first time. I mean we have had sex on a number of occasions but this would have been a night where we could relax, make love, then wake up next to one another.”
bursa escort “And the problem was?”

“John did not think my plans were that special. He asked what was wrong with going down the pub with his mates as usual. I told him I thought it would be nice for the two of us to spend a special evening together, alone. In the end I lost my temper and put the phone down. He didn’t both ringing back. So I guess that’s that so to speak.”

“Well I wont lie to you it does sound pretty terminal doesn’t it? Do you want some advice?”
“Sure, that’s another reason for calling you.”

“Okay. If I were you I would phone him and call it all off. You never know he may surprise you and ask you to reconsider. Then you decide if you want him. If he accepts what you say then you are well rid of him, but he could always come to his senses in the future and may end up begging you to have him back. Again it’s your decision if you take him back, which of course would be on your terms. One way or another the call will sort things out.”

“See, I knew ringing you was the right thing to do.” Rebecca replied smiling. “I’ll ring him now.” She walked across the kitchen and picked up the phone. She dialled the number and waited while it rang.

“John, its me. Yes I was annoyed with you.” She looked across at Jemma for support, she lifted her thumb and smiled, Rebecca smiled as her chest filled with confidence. “Anyway, I made an effort for us John, but you are not interested in us are you?” Jemma sensed that John was reasoning with Rebecca as she had paused and was listening. “I hear what you say John….no I do…..it’s just I think we are too different……….no I care about you and I kind of guess you do care about me……look it’s not working as we want different things at the moment. I want to call it a day………who knows in the future we can see, but right now no I don’t want to be with you anymore.” Rebecca’s eyes began to fill with tears. “I am sorry but we need to split. It’s bad enough losing you as a lover but I don’t want to lose a friend. Okay lets speak during the week. Take care John.” As she put the phone down the tears flowed.
Jemma wrapped her arms around Rebecca, letting her rest her face on her shoulders, she hugged her tightly as she felt her friend’s body convulsing as she sobbed. She stroked Rebecca’s shoulder length brown hair as she tried to calm her friend.

After a short time Rebecca recovered her composure. “I am so sorry Jemma.”
“Come on now, there’s no need for that is there.”

“No, there is. I have neglected our friendship while I was with John. Now I need you, then you are here. I don’t deserve a friend like you.”
“Right let me make one thing clear young lady!” Jemma said. “We are friends, which goes very deep. You did not neglect me I understood you spent time with John but we still met up. As for helping, we have grown up together, we are close. If the boot were on the other foot you would have helped me.” At nineteen Jemma was a little older than Rebecca and she would often joke and tell her that she was like her older sister.

They sat on the sofa, Rebecca put a CD on, and they began chatting. Soon they were reminiscing about all of their good times in the past.

“We have had a laugh or two haven’t we?” Jemma asked.

“Oh yes, remember the sleep overs?”

Jemma covered her mouth with her hand as she giggled. “Not like the sleep over you planned tonight though were they.”

“No, we were innocent in those days.”
“Remember the kissing practice?” Jemma asked.

They both laughed. “We were so keen to be good kissers. Sitting in your room tentatively kissing each other. I think it must have worked as I have had no complaints!” Rebecca flushed as she remembered them sitting on the bed lightly kissing one another, but also as she felt slight tingles as she recalled how she had enjoyed kissing Jemma. “I guess the thought of us kissing would have got John over here double quick.”

“So bursa escort bayan John was interested in seeing two girls then?” Jemma asked.

“I think all men want that.” They both laughed at this. Rebecca looked at Jemma sat there in her Jeans and T-shirt. Her blond hair framing her pretty face and beautiful brown eyes. Suddenly Rebecca felt the urge to kiss her friend and before she had chance to think she leaned forward to Jemma and softly cupped her cheeks in her hands. Very gently she kissed Jemma’s lips before tenderly extending the tip of her tongue from her mouth. She applied a little pressure against Jemma’s lips and parted them. Her tongue entered Jemma’s mouth and they began to kiss one another once more.

When their embrace parted Rebecca looked into Jemma’s eyes and broke the silence. “Sorry. I had almost forgotten how good that was.”
“Mmmmm. No need to apologise.”

Now the communication between them was almost telepathic as no words were said. Jemma moved her body so that she reclined back on the sofa. Rebecca lowered herself next to her, they began kissing once more, she had decided that she wanted her friend but she wanted things to go slowly at first. Jemma’s lips felt too soft as she gently reciprocated Rebecca’s passionate kisses. The silence was occasionally broken by the sounds of their lips kissing and smacking as they disappeared into their own world where they were completely alone.

After a couple of moments Rebecca pulled herself up and away from Jemma. Extending her hand forward she flicked a curl of Jemma’s hair from her forehead.

“You are so beautiful Jemma. I am not practising my kissing now. This is for real; I have to admit I am more than fond of you. I think……I really really love you.”
Any fears that Rebecca may have had that her advances would upset Jemma were soon allayed. “I love you Rebecca.” She reached up and pulled her friend to her as they continued their embrace.

“Would you like to stay with me tonight?” She asked, Jemma just nodded as they carried on kissing. Rebecca’s hand slipped under the material of Jemma’s T-shirt. Snaking up it encountered the soft material of Jemma’s bra. As her hand cupped the swell of Jemma’s breast she noticed that her nipple was stiffening. Their moans were stifled as they kissed.

“Shall we go upstairs? Are you sure you are comfortable with this?” Rebecca asked.

Jemma smiled, “Nothing I’d rather do.” They moved off of the settee and walked hand in hand up the stairs.

Once in her bedroom Rebecca gently laid Jemma back on the bed. Her hands slowly pulled at the base of Jemma’s T-shirt raising it higher until she had lifted it over her head. Looking down she saw Jemma’s 34B breasts as they rose and fell with her black lacy bra. Then she knelt before Jemma and began unbuckling her belt. Then she slowly unbuttoned the waist, lowered the zip, then she gently loosened the waist of Jemma’s jeans. Tugging the denim lower and lower she freed her legs from the trousers. She smiled as she looked up at Jemma.

Slowly Rebecca undid the waistband of her skirt. The material fell and crumpled at her feet. She stepped out of circle of fabric that now lay on the floor. “See I had even made an effort with my underwear!” She turned allowing Jemma to see her white thong. Facing away from the bed she undid the buttons of her top and pulled the top open. She turned to face Jemma exposing her 36D breasts, which were cupped in an expensive white lace bra.

“John is a fool!” Jemma said smiling.

With that Rebecca crawled onto the bed and took Jemma in her arms. After all of the time they had previously spent together neither of them would have thought that there would be any surprises or novelties between them but now they looked at and touched one another as if they had just met. Their two bodies were, given their youth, firm and supple. Jemma freed Rebecca’s breasts from the white lace cups.

Rebecca bursa merkez escort let out a deep sigh as Jemma’s mouth clamped over her left nipple. She realised that she was becoming damp. She had never been this aroused with John. Moving her body Rebecca placed her hands on the waist of Jemma’s panties. Placing her thumbs inside the elastic she started to draw them away from Jemma’s groin. Jemma parted her legs allowing Rebecca access to her innermost self.

It was clear that Jemma was as aroused as her friend because her juices were visible. Closing in she marvelled at how sexy Jemma’s neatly trimmed blond pubic hair was and below how pink and soft her labia looked like. Extending her tongue Rebecca started to lick very gently at the sensitive skin. Jemma’s clitoris was erect and protruded from her clitoral hood. Rebecca made sure that she concentrated on drawing her tongue backwards and forwards over the centre of Jemma’s pleasure.

“Oh that’s it…..Jesus yes lick me darling.” Jemma’s hands were clasping at the back of Rebecca’s head forcing it down deeper, squashing her flicking tongue harder against her erect clitoris. Jemma felt the spreading warm sensation of her climax as her muscles momentarily relaxed before her body seemed to explode as she came.

As Jemma arched her back Rebecca looked up at her friend. Jemma’s eyes were closed and her chest was red and flushed. Her nipples were erect and pointing skyward as she shrieked and moaned. Rebecca felt her lover’s hands gently lifting her head trying to prise her tongue from her sensitive groin. Slowly she licked and kissed her way up over Jemma’s body lingering over her heaving chest as it rose and fell with her laboured breath. Neither of them spoke for moments as they came face to face and began kissing. The kisses were deep and lingering as their hands lightly stroked each other allowing Jemma to recover.

As they lay arm in arm on the surface of the bed Rebecca broke the silence. “I can’t tell you how I have yearned for this. I have rubbed myself to so many orgasms dreaming that it was your touch taking me. Even on the few occasions that John ever went down on me I imagined that it was really you. I really love you Jemma.”

“That was unbelievable. Why have we never done it before?” She leaned forward and kissed Rebecca. “Mmmm you taste of me. You were so gentle, yet it felt so intense. You know I have always admired your bust, may I?” With that she leant forward without waiting for the reply and placed her mouth over Rebecca’s nipple.

“Ohhh………” Rebecca drew in a breath as tingles of electricity raced through her breast. The sensations were exquisite. Her hand had fallen to her pussy as she began to slowly masturbate herself while Jemma suckled on her nipple and mauled her other breast.

Sensing that Rebecca was pleasuring herself Jemma moved silently down the bed. As she arrived face to face with Rebecca’s pussy she tenderly placed her hand on Rebecca’s fingers and moved them out of the way before she lowered her head. Her extended tongue lapped slowly at the engorged clitoral hood. The more she teased and lapped the more the clitoris began to become fully erect as Rebecca’s arousal increased. Rebecca looked down on the girl she loved licking her gently towards an orgasm. Jemma’s lovely big brown eyes looked up into Rebecca’s. She was witnessing the vision that she had seen in her mind’s eye when in the past she had rubbed her self to orgasm after orgasm. Despite her fantasies she had never been able to convince herself that one day she and Jemma would be fully together.

Rebecca felt her stomach and groin flood with heat as she started to climax. Her head rolled back, “Oh my god I love you so much Jemma.” The orgasm was easily the most intense she had ever had as she realised Jemma had stopped and was rising up her body.

Jemma wrapped her arms around Rebecca and her mouth moved to the side of Rebecca’s face. She could feel the warm breath on her skin. “I love you too darling.” They drew the duvet over one another.

Turning her face to Jemma she whispered, “Never leave me Jemma.” They closed their eyes and spent the first night of the rest of their lives together sleeping side by side their bodies a perfect compliment to the other.

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Mary Alexandra Wanzack, called Zandra by everyone who knew her unless she was in trouble, arrived in Koenigsburg just before dawn. The sun was just a suggestion of something that might become light on the eastern horizon. It was cold enough so that her breath was visible in the air, but not enough for frost.

She’d hitched a ride from the veterinary college with a trucker who was passing through—or could be induced to pass through—the town. He’d suggested some kind of sexual favor from her, once he’d seen she was a woman, but settled for half her pack of Lucky Strikes, and her driving for a few hours while he got some shut-eye. He’d been on the road since about this time the previous day.

When they arrived on the outskirts of town, he stopped; she thanked him and jumped down from the cab. The truck roared off into the scrag end of the night and she slung her duffle bag over her shoulder and started walking. She was tall and broad-shouldered, long of leg and narrow of hip, and she preferred to wear trousers, as she did now, rather than a dress. The most feminine thing about her, a head of luxuriant black hair, was braided and coiled up under a black beret. She could be mistaken for a boy at a distance or in bad light, which was not a bad thing, if you were taking to the road alone.

It was too early for anyone except people like that truck driver to be out on the road, but a few lights were starting to appear in the windows of some of the farmhouses, and lanterns being carried by people about their morning chores bobbed from house to barn.

Zandra was on her way home to see her family, but she had another stop on her route. When she came to the Kroginold farm, she left the road and cut across the fields to get to the barn. If she came up the path leading to the house, Anna, Mrs. Kroginold, would see her and then she would have to come in the house and make conversation, and Dennis had said he wanted to talk to her alone.

It was still too dark to read the letter she carried in her pocket, but she had read it many times and had it committed to memory.

Dear Zandra,

Do you think you could make it home one of these weekends? Valentine’s Day is going to be Sunday, and besides, I think your little brother is having some kind of trouble. He won’t talk to me about it, and if he hasn’t told you I don’t guess Gene or Miss Marie is going to say anything either.

If you should get into town before the sun comes up will you come to the barn where we can talk alone and not have Ma hanging over us. I’ll be keeping something hot for you (and I might even bring some breakfast, ha ha).

Even if there wasn’t any problem at home, I want to see you anyway. I’m tired of (and here the paper was worn thin from repeated erasures) of spending so much time alone.

Yours, Dennis

The body heat and breath of sleeping animals made the barn warmer than one might have expected. Dennis wasn’t there yet, so she sat down on the floor and went into a light doze, using the duffle bag as a cushion. She was awakened by footsteps and the light from the oil lamp Dennis had brought with him. The lamp illuminated a face that was more distinguished than pretty, with a wide, mobile mouth, bold and dashing dark brows that she refused to pluck except in the middle, and penetrating gray eyes. She grinned and sprang to her feet.

Dennis was a young giant of a man, nearly six and a half feet tall, and as sturdy as an oak. His light brown, sun-touched hair and his eyes glinted in the light of the lamp which he held up. They were a blue the color of a tropical sea that neither of them had ever seen, and somewhat round, which added to his appearance of corn-fed wholesomeness. Zandra looked at him with appreciation. So many of the men in town were overseas, fighting in Europe or the Pacific, that there were hardly any hale young men left; except for old men and boys who were still in school If Dennis’s father were alive, Dennis would have been with them, but he was exempt as a farmer and the only man in his family

“Well, are you going to just stand there and imitate the Statue of Liberty, or are you going to put that light down so I can greet you properly?”

Dennis took her hand and they went to the back of the barn, where there was a cattle stall and three stables in a row. One of them held a middle-aged mare named Jubilee and the other contained an evil-tempered mule named Hermann. The third was empty, and it was this one they walked into. Dennis hung the lamp from a hook dangling from the ceiling, pulled Zandra’s beret off, and took her in his arms. “Well, I love you, too,” he said, and the next few minutes were given to voracious kissing and then, groping through clothes on both their parts. “Christ, but I miss you when you’re gone!” he said when he came up for air.

“Me, too,” Zandra said. “I can tell you’re glad to see me. Unless you’ve taken to going around armed.” She grasped his cock through his trousers. She was not a small woman, but it filled bursa eskort bayan her hand substantially.

“Careful, it’s loaded. If there’s anything I like it’s a woman who knows what she wants.” She put her free hand on the back of his neck and tugged his head down to hers again. In between kisses, they continued to touch and grab. Clothes began to fly. Zandra took time to look dubiously at the floor of the stable. Since it was unoccupied, there was very little hay in it. Lying down would be uncomfortable. “Where are you in your cycle, babe?”

“Safe. I went off the rag yesterday.”

“Good,” Dennis said. “I’m up for a good old-fashioned nailing. Fuck all these ways and means.”

“How about you fuck me,” Zandra said, and she put both arms around the young man’s neck and gave a little spring, wrapping her legs around his waist. He caught her ass in his big hands and lowered her onto his cock. He was the only man she knew who was tall enough and strong enough to do this. He stepped to the nearby wall and braced her against it. She clung to him like a lemur. They murmured and laughed and groaned as they formed the oldest engine in the world. His hard fleshly piston stroked deep up into her, hitting her just where she needed to be hit. She felt pleasure gathering within her like a thunderclap; it burst through her and she cried out, “Oh Dennis! Ah—ah–oh…!” Hearing her, seeing her ecstatic expression and feeling her strong, rhythmic grip, brought him to the point of no return. He rammed her with the mindless unconcern of a bull and spilled into her with a final thrust, pinning her hard against the wall. Jubilee woke up, whinnied loudly, and gave her side of the wall a vigorous kick. Hermann snorted.

“Now see what you’ve done,” Dennis said, still breathing hard. “You’ve gone and frightened the horses.”

It was too cold to stay naked if you weren’t doing something physical, so after Dennis had given Zandra a handkerchief so she could clean up a little, they got dressed. Plus, there were the chores that Dennis was ostensibly out here to do, so Zandra milked the cow, which had been awake the whole time but unfazed by the noise, while Dennis fed all the animals.

“We gotta quit meeting like this,” he said. “When’re you gonna marry me?”

“I told you. When I graduate and Dr. Muldaur takes me into his practice. And don’t worry, that’s a firm deal.” Dr. Muldaur was the veterinarian. She remembered something and said, “Hey, what about breakfast? You promised me breakfast.”

“I said I might could bring breakfast,” he said. “There wasn’t anything made up. We’ll have to go up to the house.”

Anna Kroginold was just putting a dish of grits and a plate of biscuits on the kitchen table, which had places set for three. There was already a plateful of bacon on the table.

“Look who’s here,” Dennis said. “Zandra’s back in town.”

“I heard,” Anna said, dead-pan.

Zandra blushed.

“So what’s this business with Adam?” she asked as she put butter on her grits and jelly on her biscuits. She took two pieces of the bacon.

“I’m not clear,” Dennis said. “Like I said, he won’t talk about it to me. It’s been a while since I was in high school so I’m not up on the latest gossip.”

“There’s a girl at the bottom of it,” Anna said.

“Yeah? Who?”

“Millie Beck.”

“Millie Beck,” Zandra repeated. “Little blonde thing? About two or so grades behind me in school? Harvey and Helen Beck’s daughter?”

“Uh-huh. More coffee?”

“Thank you. What’s she like nowadays?”

“Still little,” Anna said. “Curvy. Long blonde pageboy.”

“Pocket Venus type,” Dennis said dismissively, and Zandra smirked. She knew perfectly well what kind of woman he went for.

“What happened?”

“She shot him down, I’m sure of that much,” Dennis said. “But it goes a bit further than that. I don’t know how to describe it. He might could explain it better than us.”

When the bacon and grits and biscuits were gone, Zandra thanked Anna for the breakfast, and said she had to be going. “Why don’t you let me run you home in the truck?” Dennis said, but Zandra did not want to impose on the Kroginolds’ gasoline supply, even though they did have a C card, and said she’d rather walk. Dennis came with her as far as the road. “Good luck,” he said, giving her a hug and a kiss. “See you later? I’ll try to find somewhere better than the barn.”

The sun was up and shining low, slanting winter rays as Zandra continued up the road. It became warm enough so that she took off her pea coat and slung it over one shoulder. When she arrived at the house, she walked in the front door, dropped her duffel bag on the front room floor with a thump, and went looking for her mother in the kitchen. Marie was gratifyingly pleased to see her daughter, even though she hadn’t been expecting her. “Is everything all right at school? How did you get here? The train didn’t come through last night.”

“I hitched.”

“I wish you wouldn’t do bursa merkez escort that. It’s not safe.”

“Aah, I was all right. Where is everybody?” Meaning: the men.

“Your father and Gene are in town. Adam’s out back somewhere. Supposedly mending the garden fence, if it hasn’t slipped his mind already. He can’t seem to keep his mind on anything these days. Well, there’s nothing new about that.”

Adam was, in fact, sitting on the back porch steps, gazing moodily at either a row of dormant rosebushes that grew near the house, or at nothing. She snuck up behind him and put her hands over his eyes. “Guess who?”

“Hey, sis, what are you doing here?”

“Visiting.” Good Lord, but he was thin, she thought. He had reached his full height, 6’2″, and if he weighed any more than 130 pounds, she was Shirley Temple. He had no more meat on him than a wild turkey. He looked very much like her in the face, and had the same kind of dense, off-black hair. No heavier than he was, he looked almost fragile, but she knew that he had a wiry strength that belied this impression. When she sat down next to him, his nostrils twitched, and a wave of pink passed over his face. Darn, Zandra thought. The boy had a nose on him like a hound. There was hardly anything he couldn’t sniff out, and it had been a real problem when he was younger, because not only could he smell almost everything, he tended to ask questions, pass judgment and make comments. The family had finally succeeded in impressing on him that this was Not Nice, but they had not ever succeeded in making him understand why. “Yeah, I was with Dennis earlier,” she said, feeling momentary heat pass over her own face. “You wanna make something of it?”

Adam shrugged. “No. Why should I? I’m not a selfish man. I’m glad that someone’s love life is going right.”

“I take it that yours isn’t?”

“You can’t talk about something going right or not going right if it doesn’t exist in the first place,” he said.

“What’s the matter, bro? Did some lousy dame shoot you down?”

“You could say that.” He looked at her suspiciously. “Did someone tell you something to get you to come home? Who was it? Mom? I told her not to worry about it. You’d think that if you minded your own business, everybody else would mind theirs.”

“What a quaint, eccentric idea,” Zandra said. “It was Dennis, if you have to know. He wrote me. I was coming home anyway.”

“Oh.”

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said, but little by little, she succeeded in drawing him out. The whole mess had started at a party he had gone to during the Christmas season. Millie had been there, too. She had a boyfriend, but she had quarreled with him; he went off in a huff and left her alone, and rather than endure that, she was perfectly willing to make conversation with Adam, even though she had never taken much notice of him before.

None of the subsequent events would have happened if the mother of the girl who’d hosted the party, and therefore was chaperoning it, hadn’t been taken with a migraine and gone to lie down. Once the young people were free of adult scrutiny, the event degenerated into a makeout party, and to his great surprise and pleasure, he found himself sitting on an overstuffed sofa in the hostess’s dimly lit parlor, with the petite and curvaceous Millie on his lap, engaged in deep kissing. “She said she hadn’t expected me to be such a—she said I was a good kisser,” he said, looking bemused.

“Yeah, we’re red-hot lovers in our family,” Zandra said. “So, what else happened?”

“Geez, Zandra! What do you think this was? A Roman orgy? There were other people in the room. As it was, I was just praying she wouldn’t notice how excited I was and be disgusted…”

“Hah! She knew. So, what did happen?”

“Nothing. Mrs. Reynolds got to feeling better, or at least she thought she ought to come out and make sure nothing bad was happening, so everybody had to scramble apart. It was what happened the next few days…”

“Yeah? What was that?”

“Whatever people may tell you,” Adam said, “I did not think that this made her my girlfriend! I figured the chances were at least 90% she would get back with Ritchie, if for no other reason than he’d hear she’d been…flirting with me, and get jealous. But I thought at least she—that she liked me a little. I thought at least she’d talk to me in school the next day.

“People are hard to figure out. They say one thing and they do another. And if you’re honest with them, they just find some way to use it against you. But I don’t have to guess whether a girl is hot and bothered—I know. Just like I knew…about you and Dennis…”

Zandra’s heart constricted. How frustrating it must be, she thought, to have an ability that everyone seemed to think was—well, unseemly. To have every passing scent tugging his emotions this way and that, and have to pretend not to notice. To smell truth and hear lies coming bursa sınırsız escort bayan out of people’s mouths…

“The world expects women to be like that,” Zandra said. “She’s young. If they have—feelings, they’re not supposed to admit to them, because they think that means they’re not nice girls.”

“You’re not like that.”

“I know, I’m different—I decided way back that it was a big con game, and said the hell with it. But not every woman has the nerve—it’s not like you can go back once you start. So she was ashamed the next day. What did she say to you?”

“She told me to just forget we’d been together at that party, and that if I didn’t leave her alone, she’d tell Ritchie I’d tried to get fresh with her and he’d beat me up. And then I found out that she’d gone around telling everybody that I was bothering her—that I was following her around, turning up everywhere that she was…what was I supposed to do? You can’t help running into people you know in a town with one main street going through it. What am I supposed to do, be a hermit?

“The next thing I knew, whenever I did turn up somewhere that she was, a little ring of guys would form around her, and they were all giving me dirty looks, like—like she needed to be protected from me. These were fellows I’d known all my life…” His eyes were unnaturally big and bright, and Zandra turned her head and stared at the barn, until she thought he had gotten himself under control again. Things suddenly got blurry for her, too, but she wasn’t about to let him see howshe felt—no good for him to know that the situation was every bit as ugly as he thought it was…

She blinked hard, and everything was clear again. “Well, it’s not the end of the world,” she said. “She’s having some pretty evil fun, but it can’t last forever. She’ll get tired of her game and it will blow over.”

“It’s February, Zandra. This started before Christmas. When?”

Oh dear, she thought. “Have you said anything about it to the folks?”

“Hell no,” Adam said. “And have them pick, pick, picking at me, saying well, I must have done something?”

“They wouldn’t do that.”

“Is that what you think? Do you think I haven’t noticed the way they look at me, and talk between themselves, when they think us kids aren’t around? There’s something wrong with me, Zan. It always has been. I can’t…nothing works for me. Well, there’s school, and track, but it’s not enough–nothing else works! God, I wish I didn’t live in this town.” He looked down at the ground between his feet. He spoke almost inaudibly, but she could hear him: “Sometimes…I wish I didn’t live at all.”

“Don’t say that!” she cried, banging her fist on the step they sat on. “Don’t you dare say that!” Thinking: there’s no place like a farm for ways to get hurt. Adam was not particularly coordinated, unless there were cinders beneath his feet; hardly a year went by that something didn’t happen to him that required stitching or setting, and those were accidents…She could not imagine life without him. There had always been a bond between them, something extra, even though the three siblings moved through their world like the Three Musketeers. She and Adam…she’d always fended for him; when she had been seriously ill as a child, his love had kept her alive. She wanted to jump up and scream at him. She made herself stay in place and fought to keep her voice casual.

“We seem to have a problem here indeed,” she said. She kept her voice light, although she was furiously thinking. “What does this belle dame sans merci do with herself on the weekends?”

“She stays with a bunch of girls,” Adam said. “You’re likely to see them out and about in town on Saturday.” Zandra got to her feet. “Where are you going?”

“Just for a walk,” Zandra said. “I need to do some thinking.”

Where she walked to was back to the Kroginold farm. Dennis had just started the truck when she loped up. “I’m glad I caught you,” she said. “Could you take me to town?”

“Why, sure, babe. Hop in.” Zandra climbed up into the cab of the truck and sat down next to him. Dennis gave her thigh an affectionate squeeze before putting the truck into gear. “Did you talk to Adam?”

“Yes.”

“What did he tell you?”

“It’s crazy,” she said, and in a few words she relayed to Dennis what Adam had told her.

“Christ,” Dennis said, shaking his head. “Poor kid. What’re you going to do? What are you thinking?”

“I’m starting to get an idea. But if I told you, you’d try to talk me out of it.”

“I probably would.” By this time the road they were on had turned into the main street going through Koenigsburg. “Try not to get into trouble.”

“I’ll do my best. Could you drop me off here?”

“In front of Conrad’s? All right. Meet me at the garage when you get done with whatever you’re going to do. I was headed there anyway.”

Mr. Conrad, who had cut the hair of every man in Koenigsburg longer than Zandra had been around, greeted her cordially when she strode into the shop.

“Well, good morning, Miss Z. When did you get in?”

“This morning.”

“Is that so? Well, you came in awfully quietly. How are you doing? How’s school?”

“Fine as always. I see you just had a bunch of people in here,” Zandra said. The floor was covered with all kinds of hair.

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Jerri was no good at household repair. Her skills were people skills, not manual ones. Now she needed some skilled hands. For some mysterious reason, her toilet had overflowed when she used it last night. Why? She’d only peed, for heavens sake.

The plunger didn’t move anything. She had a rusty plumber’s snake that seemed always to have been in the house—it was an old house, she had grown up in it—but when she awkwardly forced the snake partway down, it hit some kind of hard blockage. She had no idea what it could be.

Alfonso was her go-to guy for these things. He didn’t answer, so she left a message. This was the only toilet in the house. It wasn’t just her, but Jenni, her five-year-old, would also need it. Please, Alfonso, call me back right away.

It was two hours before she heard from him. And the news wasn’t good.

“Gerri, sorry, but I’m already on my way to LA. My brother, he’s in some kinda trouble, he needs me there.” Gerri had asked if he knew anybody else. A regular plumber would probably cost her a week’s wages, with tips.

Alfonso thought for a moment. “Look, I got this friend, Richard. He don’t do this as a business. But he’s help me a few times, he know shit like this. You could give him a call, see if he can come over.”

Worth a try. Richard had a deep voice and spoke slowly. He asked Gerri to describe the problem, twice, as if it seemed rather exotic to him. Then he said he owed Alfonso a favor, he’d come over.

* * * * *

Jerri had suspected from Richard’s voice that he was a big man, and he was. Kind of on the shapeless side, but not soft-looking. His hands were huge. Gerri, who had some experience of the streets, thought he looked like a man you wouldn’t want to crowd too much.

With her, Richard acted a bit shy. Jerri could talk easily to all kinds of people. But one of the things a good waitress knows is who not to chatter at. Respect people’s silence. So she gave Richard a couple of warm smiles and showed him the bathroom. Richard went back his car, came back with a toolbox, and tinkered around for a long time. Jerri was wondering how bad it was. She was going to offer him twice whatever she would have paid Alfonso—glad to do it, but she still hoped it wouldn’t be too bad.

At length Richard came into the kitchen. He was holding a small purple plastic cup in his hand, part of a play tea set Jenni had.

“There’s your blockage. It was just the perfect size to block the horn.”

“Horn?” said Jerri.

“Toilet horn. It’s… like, the inside of the toilet goes like this… ” He moved his hand in curves. “Called the horn.”

“Oh, gee,” said Jerri. “Thanks so much for solving it.”

“How old is this house?” Richard asked abruptly.

“Built in 1955,” she said. “My grandparents bought it when it was new.”

“I like these old houses,” he said.

“I grew up in this house. My parents got it from Grandpa and Grandma. Then it was part of my mother’s estate a few years ago.”

“At least you don’t have a mortgage to pay off.”

“Actually, I do, sort of. I have a brother and a sister. I had to buy out their shares. Still paying them off.”

“Well, houses hold their value nowadays.”

“If you have the money to hold them. . . Say, Richard, I just made some tea. Care to join me for a cup? Or I’ll make coffee, if you like that better.”

Richard looked slightly scared, as if he didn’t know what he should say. Then he gestured vaguely, as if to indicate these things really weren’t up to him, then sat down where Jerri indicated, at the kitchen table.

* * * * * * * * *

Jerri was a little smaller than average. Compactly shaped. She looked good in pants. Her face was not especially beautiful, but it was balanced and friendly and alert as if she noticed details, which she did. Her memory for faces, names and personalities was prodigious. Nobody could beat her at TV or movie trivia. She could beat many men at pro sports trivia, too.

She had never married Jenni’s father. That was fine, since things had not worked out. Things had not worked out, either, with the couple of guys she had been involved with since. Jerri had had enough of roughness, enough of turbulence. She wanted her life to have an even, predictable tenor. There was Jenni to think of. Money was always a worry. She was grateful as long as she could pay the bills. She loved living in this old family house, and God knows she didn’t want to be paying rent, but the place threatened to become a money sinkhole.

His toilet-repair skills aside (he had refused to take any payment whatsoever), she had liked Richard right away. He was quiet, and she knew, in the way she knew these things about people, that he was a gentle man, though she still had the sense it wouldn’t be wise to provoke him. His shyness with her pushed exactly the right womanly buttons: she found herself thinking she would like nothing better than to convince a man like that to come to bed with her.

How to do it?

The answer to that question was provided a few escort bursa days later. By the toilet.

* * * * *

Again, Jerri got up in the middle of the night to pee. She flushed and started back to bed. An odd sound stopped her. It was coming from the water tank of the toilet. Then, to her horror, she saw water, quite a bit of water, dripping from under the tank lid onto the floor. Unwisely, she lifted it. Water sprayed everywhere.

Oh God God God! What was wrong? How could she stop it? She didn’t have the faintest idea. She hesitated—but what the fuck else was she going to do? Richard was the only one she knew who could tell her how to stop it. She dialed his number.

Richard answered right away, sleepy. “Yeah.”

“Richard, oh God, I’m so sorry for this but I’ve got water running from my toilet all over the place. Can you tell me what to do?” She was so flustered she hadn’t even told him who was calling.

“Ummm, where is it coming from?”

“From the back, you know, the tank, where the water comes from.”

“All right, just look under the toilet, near the floor. See that little faucet? All you do is turn it to the right.”

“Yeah, OK, OK, I’m turning it.”

“Did the water stop flowing?”

“Yeah… oh, yeah… Richard, I’m so embarrassed. Oh God. I wouldn’t have bothered you for anything, but I was just so panicked and couldn’t think of anything to do.”

“Are you OK now?”

“My heart is still beating like crazy, but I’m OK. Look, can I see you tomorrow so I can apologize face to face?”

“You don’t need to apologize, Jerri. But face to face sounds good.”

Her heart speeded up again. What was he saying? What was he saying?

“Jerri?”

“Uh… uh…” she breathed. “Yeah, I’m here.” She swallowed so loud he must have heard it.

“You sound upset. Maybe I oughta come over there.”

“No…” she said, faintly. “I can’t put you to more trouble.”

“I wouldn’t call it trouble. Do you have to go to work early tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Neither do I. You sound like you could use company. You can make me a cup of tea.”

Now she actually sobbed. It had been so long since anybody at all had wanted to take care of her.

“Can I come over? Jerri?”

“Sure… if it’s not too much trouble…”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

* * * * * * * * *

Jerri would never have done this deliberately, but since it had unfolded this way, now was the time to strike.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled. She picked up a comb, then put it down. Let him see her this way. What did they call it, deshabille? Her hair would remind him that she’d just climbed out of bed. It might also remind him that when a woman makes love, her hair gets all messed up.

She was wearing a colorful nightshirt that fell to her thighs. Could she meet him in this? It showed her body well, but… Richard wasn’t stupid. She went into the bedroom pulling it off and threw it on the bed. She slipped on a terrycloth bathrobe and tied the tie. The fuchsia color went well with her hair, skin and eyes. Hmm, no cleavage. She pulled at the lapels. But even if she left it open almost to the waist he’d see just the area between her breasts and a slice of her midriff

Her signal had to be unmistakeable, and yet not so obvious it insulted Richard’s intelligence. She took off the bathrobe went to a drawer, and took out an underwire strapless bra. It raised her breasts and pushed them closer together. Now, with the bathrobe on, there was a little bit of cleavage. If she folded her arms, even more.

Richard would want to look at the toilet. Her bedroom was right across the hall from the bathroom. The head of the bed was under the window so Jerri could look at the stars on clear nights. Not visible from the door. But if she… She moved a couple of chairs and a small table that were against the bedroom wall facing the hallway. With difficulty, she dragged and shoved the bed over against that wall. Now it was well illuminated by the hall light. The rumpled covers were thrown back and a girlish nightshirt was half on the sheet, dangling almost to the floor. She hesitated. Then she slipped off her panties and threw them on the floor by the bed. Perfect.

Only a few minutes till Richard got here. She went to the kitchen to start water for tea. She needed something in the kitchen, but what? It struck her. She ran to her closet and dug around on the upper shelf. She found it—an alabaster statue of some neoclassical nude. A friend had brought it to her from a trip to France. Jerri didn’t know anything about art, but she knew this was kitsch. No matter, it was a nude woman. She looked around the kitchen—where to put it? There was space at the end of the cookbook shelf. If Richard sat so, he’d be facing it. He might notice that it hadn’t been there a few days ago, but again, she wanted him to guess that she was sending a signal. She couldn’t be too subtle about it.

* * * * *

She answered the door with more bursa merkez eskort apologies, which gave Richard another opportunity to be magnanimous. She knew her face would look timid to him, which was exactly how she wanted it to look. Richard was her benefactor, protector of a helpless woman. Jerri thought that without irony. She was helpless, in a lot of ways. And she so craved the feeling of somebody to protect her.

“I’m so glad you wanted to come over,” she said. “When things like this happen, I’m, well… a bit helpless. I stop thinking.” She paused, then said hesitantly, “They make me realize how alone I am.”

Richard merely gave her an ambiguous expression, then went down the hall to look at the toilet. He did turn his head toward the bedroom, briefly, but she couldn’t see his face. He suggested that they mop the water up. They did, together, on their hands and knees on the floor, wringing the mop rags into the toilet bowl. Richard said that the filler valve had split. He pointed out that everything inside the tank looked ancient. They agreed that he’d replace it all tomorrow.

They went to the kitchen and Jerri poured tea. She told Richard that Jenni denied throwing the cup in the toilet, she said Erica did it. She talked for a few minutes as mothers do about their child. Then she asked Richard, “Do you have kids?”

“No,” he said, at little abruptly. “I’ve never had the opportunity for a family.”

Jerri was unsure how to respond. Finally, she said gently, “Are you married?”

“Was once,” he said. “Didn’t work out.”

Jerri gave him an understanding smile. “I know how that feels.” Not thinking, she added, “I don’t have much luck with men. I seem always to bet on the bad ones.”

Richard shot her a startled look. “I hope that doesn’t apply to me.”

Jerri was stricken. And at the same time her heart skipped a beat. “Oh, no, no, Richard, of course not. I wasn’t thinking of you at all. Look what you’ve done for me. Coming over here just because you’re worried about how I feel. No, no, you feel like the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”

Richard’s look was long enough to have a question in it. Again, she hadn’t planned it this way, but it was time to set the hook.

Both of his big hands were holding his mug of tea. She lowered her head, trying to look right into his eyes, and touched his knuckles with just two fingertips. “Richard, it’s late. I wouldn’t mind at all if you slept here for the rest of the night.” Her voice was soft. She put a light emphasis on “at all.”

He didn’t move his hands and stared at the cup. This was the moment of decision. He’d either bite or he’d make an excuse and swim away. Several long seconds passed. Finally he spoke.

“It’s been a long time for me, Jerri.” Now he glanced at her in the doubtful way that meant don’t blame me if it all goes wrong.

Now she could easily, naturally look him in the eyes. She moved her fingers till they cupped the hairy back of his hand. He wanted her. That was all she needed. She could do the rest.

She said, almost in a whisper, “Me too, Richard. We don’t have to do anything. Just cuddle. I love just being held.”

Richard stood up abruptly. Jerri, startled, was a split second behind him. They gave each other a long, wondering look, then came together almost with a thump. Jerri folded her arms and burrowed her face into his shirt. His great big hands covered her whole back, like armor. All she could say was, “Oh, oh, oh, ooooohh!” Richard murmured something indistinct.

After that, things were a bit of a whirl. She grabbed his hand, led him down the hall to her room, closed and locked the door, and then threw her arms around him in the dark. This time he put his right hand on the back of her head, pressing her into him as if she were a small child. She cooed. She could feel his faster breathing.

“Where can we sit down?” he asked as if he didn’t trust his voice.

She took his hand. “Over here.” They walked the few steps to the bed and sat down side by side.

And suddenly, they were both lying on their sides, cross-wise on the bed, each holding the other’s face, and kissing like mad. Something old surfaced in Jerri and took over, that dreamy outside-yourself feeling that comes when Eros arises. You are about to join with a strange human body, yet it feels foreordained. She was already wet, but her cunt could wait. Now she just wanted to kiss and whimper. Having those big arms around her was worth the whole price of admission.

Richard’s hands tried to pull her bathrobe open. Oh God, the bra! She’d assumed she’d be able to take it off in the dark while she was a little apart from him. But Richard wanted her breasts now. Delaying him wasn’t a good idea. She quickly untied the knot and let him open the robe. His hands hungrily cupped her encased tits.

“Let me take it off,” she whispered. Her hands behind her, she unsnapped the thing and flung it aside. Richard’s huge hands now cupped her bursa sınırsız escort bare skin. A big, rough thumb gently rubbed each nipple. She gasped with pleasure. And without even thinking about it, she went for his crotch. As she’d thought, it was rock hard. She rubbed it through his pants. She thought, vaguely in her dreamy state, wow, that feels big.

Now it was Richard’s turn to struggle, with his belt and pants and shorts. He was so excited he was fumbling. He leapt his butt up off the bed and tugged both the pants down around his knees. His shorts got caught in his erection. Swearing, he freed it. He rolled to face Jerri, and she folded her fingers around what she now knew, for sure, was the biggest, hardest cock she had ever felt. She slipped her hand up and down, purring into his chest. A tiny river of precum was streaming out of him. She cupped his scrotum, big, heavy, tight. She tapped her fingernail on the centerline as far back as she could reach, as close to his asshole and she could get, tickled him, then slowly ran the nail from far back to front. She started to slide down, kissing his shirt as she went. He held her back.

“No,” he rasped, “not yet. I just need to be inside you, right now. Is that OK?”

Jerri immediately rolled onto her back and spread her legs, reaching for him. Richard struggled to kick his pants off. He didn’t bother about the shirt. He rolled between her thighs. She couldn’t anywhere near get her arms around him, but what pleasure just trying! His sheer size excited her. Her other lovers had been, like her, more trimly built. Richard covered her like a mountain. He made her feel tiny. She wanted to hide under him forever. His big shoulders, arms and chest were hard muscle. He had a bit of a gut. Not that she would think about it with that Thing inside her.

Richard raised himself awkwardly, took himself in hand, and stroked her opening with the tip. They were both putting out a lot of fluid; the whole zone slick with it. Jerri was all nerves down there. He knew where the most sensitive spot was and caressed it with his tool. She whimpered, groaned and panted, trying to slide herself down so It would enter her.

Richard lifted himself away slightly, then came back, rubbing her now with the sensitive underside of his cock. He wanted to enjoy her wetness. Jerri rocked her hips slightly, trying to match his rhythm, press against him harder. She was becoming frantic. She reached down and got a hold of him, sliding him in her hand. Then she pressed it down, whimpering, to her opening. She had to get it into her.

Richard began to press the head in. Slowly her labia rolled aside. She began to stretch open. But his width seemed to grow and grow. She felt a stab of something close to terror. What if it was just too big? Or she was too small? But whatever her fears, it was going to happen. She realized dimly now that she had never really felt penetrated before. This was penetration! It bordered on violation! She was in pleasure and in pain, equal and intense. All she could do was dig her fingers into his lats, bite his shirt, and let his body decide what was going to happen. She craved this feeling of huge fullness, but it was almost too much. Like too much happiness, making you feel giddy and shaky.

He kept entering slowly, little by little, firmly filling her canal, pushing against all the wet, swollen tissues—would it never stop?—then pulling back just an inch or so, waiting, then once again giving her the overpowering sweetness of her womanhood yielding to him. She gasped and gurgled. She yelped with pleasure. She had an urge to get a hold on him somewhere and make him feel the same kind of pleasure she was feeling. She wanted to stroke and tickle his balls while he came. But his size made her helpless. And she realized that having no choice but to surrender was a new kind of pleasure. He was in control. He was taking her. His massiveness and firmness would decide. She was water, he was earth. She was the river, he was its bed. She would yield to every last, little thing he did with her.

When Richard had opened her thoroughly, he began thrusting, tentatively at first. Jerri’s pleasure began to crest in sudden spikes. It was like being stabbed with a pleasure-knife. With each one she a kind of muffled yell and she clasped him harder. She’d better be careful. She didn’t want Jenni waking up. She began whispering, mindlessly, “Fuck, Richard, oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me again, yes, God, FUCK ME!”

Richard was thrusting hard and deep now, gasping and beginning to make sounds of satisfaction with each plunge, a cross between a grunt and a roar. Jerri’s arms flopped uselessly down on the bed, her head lolled back, she was senseless to everything except Richard’s heavy, hairy loins slamming into hers like a runaway train, his long pumping piston ripping her cunt open, driving her over the edge.

She came, then, too loudly, incoherently, massaging his shaft with her climax pulses. Her toes curled, her perineum clenched. The pleasure shot like electricity up her spine, down her arms and into her fingertips. She levitated. Her whole body was wrapped in a warm cloud. It appeared she had not really known what an orgasm was like, either—had never had this kind of nuclear fireball pulsing through her entire midsection.

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You sat in the office with your back to me with your hair in a messy bun and your glasses on, eyes switching between a notebook and something on the screen. I came up behind you, set my elbows on the back of the chair and leaned over with my chin resting on your head and I squinted to read what was on the screen. I said “this is work crap.” and you sorted of just mmm’d a confirmation and went on clicking and reading and I grunted lifted myself off of the chair/your head. I spun the chair around, took the notebook out of your hand and when you opened your mouth to yell at me for interrupting i just glared at you hard and you shut your mouth. There was some light conversation I forget the words but basically you said you really had to finish this up, and I said you look stressed take a break and you said you couldn’t and I said tough shit took you, and stepped around the office chair.

I rolled you into the office chair, and there was this really big chase lounge chair I unceremoniously dumped you into. You struggled half-heartedly while I held you in place long enough so that I could sit behind you. I wrapped my arm around your waist and scooted back, dragging you with me, until I had my back against the backing of the lounge with you positioned between my legs. You were still mumbling complaints until my powerful fingers sunk into the flesh of your neck. My fingers worked your sore and tense muscles with a handful of quick and strong pumps; you took in a sharp breath and let it out in a soft and quiet moan. I smiled dropped my hands to your back and pushed you forward and up.

“Alright, that should be good,” I said with a smile, as you turned to look down at me. “Get back to work.” I slapped you on the ass and my eyes lingered to watch it jiggle before looking back up at you.

You didn’t look too pleased and as I started to get up myself you pushed me back down, and then sat back in between my legs, this time much closer. You glared at me through the corner of your eye took my hand comparatively larger hands in yours and set them on your neck. I gave it a couple of half-hearted rubs and you elbowed me softly in the ribs.

“Get to work,” you said in a serious tone, but the smile crooking the corner of your mouth gave you away.

I smiled a little wider and began massaging your neck once more, my hands moving automatically and methodically, kneading, massaging, and rolling the tense muscles of your neck. Every now and then I could feel your pulse quickening as a hand brushed against your throat. I leaned forward and pressed my large, soft lips to your ear and whispered heavily into it, “I told you needed a break.” My smile returned as I felt the shiver run through your body and the flesh beneath my fingers turn goose. I bit my lip as every one of my senses took in the reaction of your body to my touch and my voice. You scooched further into me pushing your small, but deliciously plump rump into my crotch and it took everything I had to keep myself from going hard, my hands paused in their massaging as I fought for control. You groaned in protestation and I began the massage once more, soon you had your back against my chest and I could feel every breath you made and every pound of your heart. The position made massaging your neck awkward, but feeling your body against mine, well made up for that and we sat there like that for a moment until I let my hands fall from your neck, set my forehead against the nape of your neck and watched my hands pull the hem of your blouse from beneath your business skirt. I rolled the hem up slightly and I felt it as you sucked in another sharp breath in anticipation, one hand slipped beneath to rest on the small of your back as the other continued collecting more and more cloth until I could fully see your tattoo, my free hand began to trace the lines of it, once, twice, and three times before I let my other hand drop and I took you by the sides in both hands and worked my thumbs, hard, into your spine at the small of your back. My hands and thumbs worked their slow way up your spine and I pulled my head back up to place my lips at your ear.

“I love the feel of your skin beneath my hands, you know that?” again my whisper was breathy and low, my lips brushing the edges of your ear as they form the words.

I could see the goosebumps rise once again. My hand reached as far up as the cloth of your blouse would allow them. I let them rest for a moment before I pulled them away and your blouse fell back down to your waist, now wrinkled. I reached around you with one hand grasping the your side with my forearm firmly pressed against your ribs just below your breasts, I pulled you in against my once against and felt the reverberations of your mmmm more than I heard them. I released your and my hands found the top button of your blouse, I set my chin at the crook of your shoulder and your neck and looked down at my hands as they slowly unbuttoned your blouse, revealing more and more of your cleavage. The whole time I whispered empty words neither of us would remember until my hands finished their job and I slowly pulled the blouse from your body and tossed it to the bursa eskort side casually. My hands found your sides once more, down by the small of your back and with a quick and strong movement I pushed your forward enough to comfortably continue massaging the whole of your back, my hands sinking into your flesh as if I were molding warm clay, and for a time I was as lost in the work as any sculptor.

In the next moment I could feel you pushing your ass against me once more, but because I had lost myself in giving you the massage I was no longer actively controlling my body and you pushed into my erection. Instead of pulling away you grinded into it, forcing a groan from my lips at the sound you turned and smiled knowingly at me.

“Took you look enough,” you said a touch of reproach in your tone.

I didn’t reply, I took hold of you once against and pressed your back back into me. You squeaked in surprise at the quickness of it but settled back into me smiling, and you began to work your hips once more, grinding your ass into my erection, my lips buried themselves against the flesh of your neck, my tongue snaking out for an instant. My hands squirmed their way in between your back and my chest to find the clasp of your bra and deftly unclasped it one hand pulled the bra away and you gasped as the cooler air rolled over your hard nipples. My warm hands grasped your breasts almost immediately and they began to massage them in the place of your neck and your back. Your breath came in gasps, sometimes ragged, sometimes deep, and sometimes breathless as I methodically massaged them. I occasionally pinched or squeezed a nipple. Your grinding became more insistent.

I could feel one of your hands creeping down my side, I tracked it in my mind until the pressure of your ass against me was released and your hand grasped my hard on through my pants. I smiled as you stroked it and then that hand let go and worked its way towards the button of my pants. I didn’t give you a chance. I shoved you forward; you let out another surprise squeak and fell forward on the chase. I stood and you turned your side slightly to look up at me, my erection pitching a tent in my pants. Your eyes looked from my face to it hungrily and I shook my head.

“No, not yet,” I said.

I pulled your legs back so you were laying full out on your stomach then I straddled your thighs and leaned forward, set one hand on the cushion to support my weight and the other to hold you down as I set my lips to the small of your back. I began placing slow and deliberate kisses all the way up your spine until I reached the nape of your neck and my erection as digging into your ass once more. I pushed my lips to you ear and whispered “I know you want it, but you’re just going to have to be patient. I’m not done with the massage just yet.” You shuddered in response and I pulled down I placed another kiss on the side of your throat, but instead of pulling away to continue massaging you like you expected I sank my teeth deep into the flesh of your neck, my tongue flicked across the skin in my mouth. You sucked in a ragged gasp of pleasure. I let go and your breath escaped at the same time. I kissed the fresh bite mark. Then I bit you again in the exact same spot. Again, you sucked in a ragged gasp. I let go and this time your breath came out in a moan.

I pulled away, pushing myself up straight and my hands began massaging your back once more. They worked their way up your back and to your neck, where I spent some time before letting them wander down once again, this time when they came to your skirt, they fumbled for the zipper at the back and when they found it they slipped it down. I lifted myself off of you to shimmy your skirt down your hips and then slowly peeled it off of your ass revealing a black g-string. When the skirt reached a certain point you lifted your hips and ass into the air and putting your weight on your knees as it slid down your thighs, giving me the splendid view. My cock throbbed in response. I couldn’t keep myself from burying my face into your ass, my lips pressed against the wet cloth separating your pussy from the cool air and my tongue. You giggled and I sucked in deeply savoring the cloying smell of your sex.

I put my hands on your hips and pushed you back down; I pulled your skirt down to your ankles and then off over your heels. I stand up completely, drop the skirt in the pile with the rest of your clothes and leave the room; I come back and smile as you pout at me. I hold up a bottle of baby oil and you raise your eyebrows and your smile flashes at me, my gut clenches for the briefest of seconds.

“What do you plan on doing with that?” you asked me, that knowing smile stirring the cage of butterflies in my stomach.

“I told you, I’m gonna finish my massage.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows and crook your finger at me. I make me way to you but before I can climb back onto the chase and begin oiling up your fantastic little booty you grab my pant leg and pull me in front of you. You pushed yourself up to your knees and pulled me closer to your, my erection directly in your bursa escort bayan face. You lean forward and bite the shaft of my cock through my pants teasingly, looking up at me.

“I told–” I began but you cut me off.

“I know, I know, but you’re still all dressed up, I want to even the odds a little.”

I chuckle as your work at the button of my pants and then you unzip them. You let my pants fall to my ankles and I step out of them, your grab the hem of my boxerbriefs but I quickly grab your hands and shake my head. You roll your eyes at me and I let go of your hands. One of your hands cups my balls and the other begins stroking the shaft of my cock through the fabric of my boxers and I oblige you as I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up and over my head. I drop it to the ground and then, reluctantly pull away from your stroking. You pout again, but I just push you back onto your stomach, straddle your legs, and pop open the top of the baby oil. I let a long stream of the oil dribble down onto each cheek of your well-formed ass and I put my hands back to work, rubbing the oil into your skin. The oil has an immediate and devastating effect on your skin, causing your skin to shine alluringly. I am forced to bite my tongue and massage your ass, my fingers push deep into the flesh, and I pull, grope and occasionally let a finger brush against your pussy as the rest of them go by. I can hear your stifled moans and I keep the ass massage going, though my fingers brush up against your pussy more and more frequently until they abandon the massage all together. I place firmly against the mouth of your pussy and move them, gently, from side to side in quick motions. You gasp at the touch, despite the cloth dulling the sensation, and your moans come more often as I put more and more pressure against you. My thumb came up and swiftly found your clit through the fabric and followed the motion of my hand. A full moan escaped your lips and the throbbing in my cock intensified. You pushed yourself into my fingers and I forced myself to stop, with the same two fingers I grabbed the g-string at the crotch and pulled it away and down to your knees.

The sight of your sopping wet pussy forced me to bite down, hard, on my tongue. I placed my thumb on your clit again and moved it in a circular motion, my eyes never leaving the lips of your pussy and you moaned. I slid my thumb up and pushed it inside of you with almost no resistance. You gasped in pleasure and I pulled the thumb free and put it to work on your clit once more. After a moment I pulled my thumb away and rubbed two fingers up and down the mouth of your pussy firmly and quickly and just when you were least expecting it I plunged them as deep into you as they would go. Another sharp gasp and I pumped them in and out of you. You began to moan freely. I kept pumping them within you in quick motions, enjoying the sensation of them being enveloped in your warm, tight, and oh so wet pussy.

Just as your moaning was reaching new heights, I pulled my fingers free and promptly put them into my mouth. The taste of you was fantastic. After a brief moment you flipped over onto your back to see what was up and when you saw you frowned slightly, but I could see the glitter of arousal in your eyes.

“That’s no fair,” you said, mock petulance in your voice.

I pulled my fingers from my mouth and smiled. “You wanted a taste?” I asked.

You gave me the slightest of nods in answer.

Without hesitating I grabbed you from behind the knees and lifted you up, I swiftly switched grips, wrapping my arms around your thighs and pulling your pussy to my face. I felt your hands at the band of my boxerbriefs once again, but you couldn’t get them off, because of the way I was sitting and I didn’t help you. Instead, I pressed my lips against your pussy, opened my mouth and fit it around your hole, my tongue sunk into you. The taste of you was fantastic. I twirled my tongue and pulled it back into my mouth and gave your pussy a hard suck, vacuuming you sopping wetness into my mouth and then I promptly let your ass drop back to the cushion of the chase. Now you frowned in confusion until I grabbed your waist and pulled you against me, your legs wrapping themselves around me. I leaned down, so very slowly a mischievous smile on my wet lips, I was making sure to press my hardon, struggling at the confines of my boxerbriefs, hard against your pussy. Our stomachs met, and then your breasts were against my chest, my hand snaked out grab the back of your neck and head and pulled you into a deep kiss, our lips colliding and our tongues wrestling. I could feel the shudder go through your body and you mmm’d against my kiss, the reverberations tickling my lips and I had to pull away for a moment to keep from laughing. You began moving your hips, grinding your pussy against my hard on. I kissed you again the taste of your sex on our tongues; you bit at my lip and pulled away teasingly.

I pulled your head to the side and pushed my mouth to your ear once more, my breath heavy as I press my hard, throbbing, cock against you with a görükle escort thrust of my hips. I whispered “You want it?” words didn’t make it past your throat; you just moaned softly and nodded, grinding against me more insistently. My tongue flicked against your earlobe and then I took it in between my teeth I nibbled, and pulled and rolled the flesh between my front teeth, waiting patiently for the goosebumps to raise once again. Our lips met in another rush, deep and hungry. The lingering flavor of your pussy still on my tongue. After a long breathless moment I pulled away, I disentangled your legs and stood long enough to grab your waist and flip you back onto your stomach and to remove my boxerbriefs. I straddled your legs and leaned forward my chest resting against your back and my mouth against your ear, breath heavy, hungry. You mmm’d again and arched your back, pushing your ass up and against my cock; you could feel the warm length of my slip against your oiled skin. Before I had a chance your hand slipped in between your thighs and wrapped itself around my cock, you steadied it and pushed the head of it against your pussy the, the warm and wet sensation clouding my mind and as you pushed back onto it, I thrust my hips, plunging into you all the way to the base. I gasped in your ear and you moaned, I pulled back with an agonizing slowness until only the head of my cock was inside you. I thrust again, more powerfully this time, my cock reaching deeper inside of you.

I sank my teeth into the flesh of your neck and held myself still for a moment, impatiently you began working your hips and I had to reach down with my hand and pin your hips down on the cushion, I closed my eyes and gained control. When I was satisfied I had complete control I let go of you, supported my weight on the cushion once again, pulled back, and thrust into you. I let go of your neck and pushed my mouth against your ear once again. I pulled away slowly each time, only to hammer the length of my cock down into you, forcing the air from your throat in breathless moans. I set the rhythm and pace and you followed my lead pushing yourself into my every thrust, our flesh met in soft wet squelches, my labored breath heavy in your ear, you snaked a hand beneath yourself to rub at your clit. I could feel your pussy tightening, and clenching and the sopping wetness turn to soaking, my cock slipping in and out of you with more ease. I pulled away from your ear to bite your neck again picking up the pace, but continually hammering my cock into you never letting up, and when I heard your shuddering gasp as an orgasm came crashing, the walls of your pussy clenching tighter. I pushed even harder, pumped even faster, your breath caught in your throat in a silent moan and I felt your hand freeze in its motion and so I replaced it with my own, working your clit vigorously as I pounded your pussy stretching the one orgasm into two and three I only slowed my pace when I was sure your orgasm was over. You lay there motionless for a long moment as I continued to pump myself in and out of your super sensitive pussy.

One of your arms reached around and you pulled my head down as you turned our lips meeting for brief and hungry kisses, pausing only long enough to catch a short breath. We continued like that for a long and heavy moment, then you broke away, and pushed me up and back until you could turn around, my cock falling out of you. You pushed my back against the back cushion of the chase, you followed after me pressing your breasts to my chest, your lips against mine, our tongues danced and you grasped the base of my cock once more. You straddled me and then slowly lowered yourself down, the head of my cock sliding into you with no resistance, and then you slid all the way down the shaft until the full length of me was inside you, you pulled away , set your forehead to mine and looked down, pulling your chest away from mine in order to see. You braced yourself on my shoulders and began to rotate your hips, grinding with my cock deep inside of you. You moaned over and over, grinding and rotating, your eyes came up to watch mine every now and then and then back down to what you were doing. Our breathing was heavy again.

You lifted your hips sliding up the length of my cock only to plunge back down, you bounced up and down on my cock and I’d thrust into you as you were coming down. Hard and wet, until you grew tired and began rotating your hips again, my thumb worked its circles against your clit. I felt you clench up again and I felt the orgasm roll through your entire body, this time I let you enjoy it on your own terms, rotating and thrusting your hips in slow motion until the orgasm was over. Watching and feeling every inch of your pleasure had my cock throbbing to the point I was no longer in control of it. You noticed and began bouncing against, this time you pushed your mouth to my ear and moaned loudly into it, the sound of our skin meeting in wet slaps and the sensation of your enveloping pussy was all too much and I tried to lift you off of me, but you pushed yourself down on my dick hard, held me in place with your thighs and pinned my shoulders against the back of the chase until you were sure I wasn’t going to fight you and you began to work your hips once again and I came, hard. When it was all over you leaned against me your head resting against my chest and we breathed heavily, fighting to catch our breath.

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