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I was waiting for my sister when she got home from school that day. She smiled at the sight of me, sitting by the door.

Everything was different. Unlike the first day, she dragged it out. She undressed slowly – we both knew I’d seen what was under her outfit, but she decided to tease me, to make me want it even more.

She undid her blouse, button by button. Aside from the ticking of the clock, the room was completely silent, but she somehow used those ticks as a beat, a rhythm to a silent song. Ell moved her hips back and forth as she stripped, removing her blouse, sensuously taking off her bra.

To my surprise, she stopped there. Still wearing knee-socks, black shoes and her plaid skirt, she moved towards me, sitting on my lap and guiding my mouth to those perfect, up-turned nipples of hers.

I didn’t need a further invitation – I sucked and nibbled on her tits, unsurprised when she didn’t even gasp or groan in response. If my sister had been pregnant, I would have quickly had the milk flowing from her teats – I could feel her wiggling, writhing at my touch, clearly enjoying the attention from her older brother.

When the clock struck the hour, she got up off my lap, tilted her head to the side and smiled. Neither of us said a word as she undid her skirt and unceremoniously dropped it to the floor, before slowly undoing the laces of her shoes, removing her socks, and – finally – sliding her panties down and exposing that beautifully trimmed bush of hers.

I reached out and pulled Porno her towards me, sliding my exposed cock into her wet slit, fucking my sister harder than I’d ever fucked anyone, almost immediately cumming inside her, filling my naked sister with my spunk…

No.

I blinked twice. In front of me was Ellora’s perfect ass, swaying from side to side as she walked into the kitchen to make herself a snack.

We hadn’t fucked. We could never fuck. No matter what else we did, that was a line we could never cross. After all, we were siblings.

I followed her into the kitchen. I wasn’t hungry; I just wanted to enjoy the view.

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Mom got home well before Dad. As soon as she walked in, my sister’s head turned, like a dog who’d found a new scent. We’d been watching TV together, my attention roughly split between the events on the screen and her naked body, but she left halfway through the episode without saying so much as “Goodbye”.

I tried to tune back into the events of the episode, but I just couldn’t concentrate, and so after a few minutes, I walked down the hall to see where the women in my family had disappeared to.

They were in the master bedroom. Mom was naked, on the bed, on all fours, and Ellora was behind her, slowly penetrating her with a strap-on dildo.

My eyes widened in shock. Just like the night before, I knew that Elly could tell I was there, although she didn’t so much as glance in my direction.

“Please,” Mom was begging. “Please…”

I Altyazılı Porno couldn’t help but wonder if she was begging for her to stop…or for more.

Soon, Ell’s dildo was completely enveloped inside my mother. She paused for a moment for Mom to adjust, and then began pulling out slowly, and slamming back in fast.

“Please,” Mom panted, and Elly smiled at the request.

I stood there and watched as my baby sister fucked our mother. The strap-on was larger than I’d ever seen before, though I’ll freely admit that I don’t have much experience in that arena.

My mother’s orgasms are, unsurprisingly, unfamiliar to me – she could have been having many small ones, or just gasping with enjoyment, but before long Elly was pounding into our mother as hard and fast as she could, and that’s when I knew Mom was cumming.

As Mom came for at least the third time, she turned and her eyes met mine. Like deer in the headlights, we were both unable to move, and stared at each other in shock. Elly, however, was clearly skilled with her toy, and before long Mom was cumming again, even as she looked straight into my eyes.

My sister took that as her cue to stop, and as she slowly pulled out, Mom shuddered – I wasn’t sure whether it was whether in disgust at what she’d just done, or disappointment that the fun had ended – but Elly ran a hand up and down her back, before kissing her on the lips.

To my surprise, within a few seconds, Mom became the aggressor, Brazzers taking her daughter’s head in her hands and moving it firmly to her exposed breasts. I could see where Ellora got her tits from – even at Mom’s age they were still pert and perky, and from the look on her face, she enjoyed Ellora’s attention as much as Ellora had enjoyed mine earlier that evening.

As Elly sucked on our mother’s tits (an echo of what she’d done as a babe, so many years ago) I took the opportunity to slip away. I sat in my room, perplexed and aroused by what I’d just seen. My cock was as hard as I could ever remember it being, but I didn’t want to jerk off.

Not yet.

###

Instead of waiting for my sister to come to me. I waited for the sound of Mom’s bedroom door closing, left my room, and met Ellora in the hall. Neither of us needed to say anything – at the hungry look in my eyes, she immediately dropped to her knees, and I pulled out my cock and started stroking.

I was so turned on that I expected to cum straight away, but to my surprise, it was almost ten minutes of tugging before I even felt my orgasm start to approach. Behind Elly, our parent’s bedroom door opened, and Mom gasped at the sight in front of her; her only two children, sexually engaged. My sister nodded, so subtly I barely even noticed, and I immediately felt my orgasm overcome me, more strongly than ever before.

Mom watched as my cock began to shoot, coating my teenaged sister’s face and tits with my cum. None of us said anything as Elly got up, turned around, and passionately kissed my wide-eyed mother, covering the fresh clothes she’d just changed into with her own son’s cum.

Somehow, I knew with complete certainty that she wouldn’t change again.

Ellora wouldn’t allow it.

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“John, the clerk just called. The jury has a verdict,” my assistant yelled from her desk just outside my office door.

“This is not going to go well,” I thought to myself.

I called my partner on his cell phone and let him know to meet me at the courthouse. Just as we feared, the jury couldn’t understand the complex evidence in our case and our client lost it’s patent infringement case against a multi-billion dollar mega company.

As quickly as humanly possible, following the judges gavel that signaled the end of the case, I was taking my seat on the last flight of the day from San Francisco to Palm Springs. I was fortunate to have all my necessities, clothes and golf clubs, already at my condo, so I didn’t even go home between the courthouse and the airport.

Despite our hard work, our case had not gone well. We couldn’t prove what ExaCom had done to steal trade secrets from our client and, within a few hours of being handed the case, the jurors sent us home empty handed. Not to mention, I was still feeling the personal effects of the trial. The months of preparation and trial had cost me a relationship with a new girlfriend I’d been enjoying and, maybe worse than that, I hadn’t played golf much at all.

All that behind me for a week, I was headed to my condo in Indian Wells and couldn’t wait to play golf, hang out at Emil’s Restaurant & Bar, and forget the rest of the world existed. No sooner had the plane taken flight than I ordered a premium cocktail from the flight attendant, put on my headphones, and sank back into my first-class seat.

Before I knew it, I was putting my seat back up for the final approach into PSP. As the pilot touched the wheels down gently, I brought my iPhone back to life and texted Mario, a ride share driver who was always available to me for some cash, and let him know I’d be at the curb in 15 minutes. He texted back that he was already chilling out, awaiting my arrival.

“God I love that guy,” I thought to myself.

Sure enough, Mario had his white Cadillac SUV at the curb, perfectly air conditioned and, maybe bending the rules a bit, a cocktail poured into a small, red plastic cup in the cup holder in the back seat.

“Damn, Mr. Davids, you haven’t been down in forever,” Mario said.

“No shit. I was trying a big case and I couldn’t get away.”

“April’s not with you this time?” He asked, remembering my ex-girlfriend’s name.

Laughing, I said, “No, that didn’t survive the trial. She was too damn needy and I couldn’t fulfill her emotional needs or some fucking bullshit like that. Oh well, it’s fine.”

“Plenty of other babes out there.”

Mario dropped me off at my condo and I took care of him handsomely and let him know I’d be leaving in a week.

Once inside, I lowered the temp on the AC, grabbed the keys to the car I kept at my condo, and headed for a snack at Emil’s while the house cooled down to an enjoyable temp. For an evening in mid-May in the desert, it was a mild 82 degrees, but promised to be pushing 100 degrees during the day all week.

Most of the snowbirds had left for the season, so the parking lot at Emil’s was mostly empty. I was happy I’d be able to get a seat at the bar where I could enjoy a few glasses of wine, some amazing Italian food, and gaze at Annie, the ridiculously sexy bar manager.

I walked through the front door and, before I could even take a seat at the bar, the waitstaff had greeted me with warm hugs and Annie had an ice cold glass of white wine waiting for me when I sat down.

“Well hello stranger,” Annie said.

“I know, I know. I was trying a big case.”

“You know damn well too much work isn’t good for you,” Annie chided me.

“The reason it isn’t good for me is because I go too long without seeing your beautiful face.”

“Smooth. Really smooth, but flattery will get you nowhere. What can I get you?”

“The meatball appetizer and a Caesar salad.”

“You never change.”

“When you’re this good, why change?”

Annie rolled her eyes, “So, where’s the blonde? Was it April or May?”

Laughing, I said, “April. She gave up on me.”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine. Now I’m available for you.”

“Right. I’ll let Tony know you want me to leave him.” Tony was her live-in boyfriend and was the size of the country of Italy. He was an amazing golfer and we had a great friendship that allowed me to flirt with Annie.

“He’ll understand,” I laughed. “He always knew he’d lose you to me.”

I enjoyed my snack and sipped my wine while Annie and I chatted in between serving her other customers. Emil’s was the perfect home away from home for me. The food was great, my wine glass was always being topped off, and the people genuinely cared.

“Can bursa escort bayan Tony play golf in the next few days?” I asked Annie.

“Text him. He might be available later in the week, but I know they are screaming busy the next few days.”

Tony was a chef at the conference center in Indian Wells. “Why, what’s going on the next few days?” I inquired.

“Some damn dentist’s convention is in town.”

“Oh shit. Well, I’ll just play at the country club. I guess that means you guys will be jammed the next few days.”

“We will be. Text me when you know you’re coming in and I’ll make sure and get you a seat at the bar.”

“You’re the best, Annie.”

“I know,” she said, winking at me.

I finished up, paid my bill, and headed back to the condo to get online and make some golf reservations for the rest of the week.

I made up for lost sleep during my trial by sleeping in until about 9 in the morning. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept that late. I grabbed something to eat and some coffee at the nearby Starbucks and headed to the grocery store to shop for a few things for the week. I turned into the liquor section to pick up a few cocktail ingredients and was greeted by the welcome site of a very hot, young babe.

She was wearing painted-on yoga pants that highlighted her perfect, bubbly ass and a top that left a sexy view of her bare abs. She had short, sassy, blonde hair and small, perky tits. I guessed she was in her early to mid 20’s, too young for my 40 years, but definitely worth looking at. She held a bottle of champagne in each hand while trying to decide. We exchanged smiles, and I commented on the bottle in her right hand, “That stuff is amazing.”

“Really? You’ve had it?”

“I have a few bottles in my bar right now.”

“You own a bar?” She asked, perking up a bit.

Laughing, I said, “No, no. I mean the bar at my condo.”

“Nice. Thank you for helping me decide,”. She held my gaze and smiled at me for longer than normal, so I thought I’d introduce myself.

“I’m John.”

“Elizabeth,” she answered, shaking my hand. I held her hand for a minute, it was soft and warm and she didn’t try to pull away. We stood there, hand in hand for a few seconds.

“Well, nice to meet you,” I said, letting go of her hand.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Elizabeth replied.

As I walked away, I thought to myself, “Damn. She’s way too young, but what I wouldn’t give to go a night with her.”

As I headed to the check stand, my luck doubled-down. I pushed my cart in line right behind Elizabeth. As I was unloading my cart of items behind her bottle of champagne and snacks, I said, “Hello again.”

“Oh hey, John.”

What a perfect opportunity to check her out even closer. The cool air of the grocery store had hardened her nipples and they were standing at attention, begging to be sucked, through her shirt.

“Can I see your ID?” The grocery store clerk asked Elizabeth.

She fumbled around in her backpack for a few minutes. Her awkward search increased in fervor. Finally, she looked up at the clerk, “Dammit. I left it back at the hotel. I’m 23, I swear I am. I really need to get this bottle for my boss.”

“Sorry, but there is no way…”

“Hey Jack,” I said to the clerk whom I knew from all the trips I had made to this store. “She’s with me.”

“So, you’re buying the champagne?” He asked.

“Yes, if that’s the way it has to happen.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Elizabeth said.

“Don’t worry. I got it.”

Jack took the bottle off her bill, she paid for her snacks, and then he scanned the bottle onto my charge. I picked up the bottle and said, “Here, enjoy it.”

“Thank you so much,” Elizabeth said, picking up her things and walking out.

With no one in line behind me, Jack said, “Nice move. Maybe she’ll pay you back outside.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” I laughed.

As I walked out of the store and toward my car, Elizabeth approached me, “John. Can I please pay you back for the champagne now?”

“No, seriously. Consider it a gift.”

She thanked me again and bounced away. Seeing her ass bounce away was payment enough.

I finally got out on the golf course about noon and had a fantastic round of golf. It felt amazing to swing a club again and my score wasn’t indicative of having not played in a while. I grabbed a drink in the clubhouse, greeted everyone, and then headed home to shower and head to Emil’s later.

Just before heading to Emil’s I texted Annie to see if there was a seat.

Annie: Crowded. One seat left. But…

Me: But what?

Annie: Next to you know who…

Me: Ellen?

Annie: You guessed it.

Me: Save me the spot. I’ll bring my nose plugs.

Ellen was an Asian woman, no one really knew her exact age, probably late 60’s or older. She was very trim, had a smoking hot figure for someone her age, cute face, but wore enough perfume for a whole hen house full of women. Sometimes it was hard to taste your food she had so bursa bayan escort much perfume on. She was married to some old white guy, but loved to get picked up and fucked by men at Emil’s. I had never gone down that road.

I took my seat at the bar with Ellen barely noticing me. She was engrossed in a conversation with some random guy next to her trying to reel him in. He finally wised up and left and she turned her attention to me. Not remembering my name, she said, “Hello there again!” Her overly friendly, flirtatious tone of voice was obvious.

“This is not going to go well,” I thought to myself.

“Hi Ellen,” I replied.

I was eating some pasta and drinking my wine, with a side of cheap ass perfume wafting into my senses, while she carried on a one-sided conversation with me.

“Have you been to the new bar at the Hilton?” She asked me.

“Nope.”

“I’ve heard it’s really nice.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’d love to go check it out. Don’t suppose you’d like to tag along,” she blatantly invited me.

I had heard she would bribe the staff at various hotels to let her into a room and fuck her latest catch. As much as she’d probably be a hell of a romp, I wanted no part of that or smelling like her the rest of the trip.

“Thanks for the invitation. I’ve got other plans.”

Knowing I wasn’t going to be her wallet, or fuck buddy for the night, she put some money down on the bar, said goodnight, and headed out to find someone else.

Happy to have her gone, I ordered another glass of wine and sipped it while I watched a baseball game on TV. The seat I had at Emil’s that night wasn’t ideal for watching the game as I had to sit sideways in my seat. However, with the Asian-Persuasion gone, I wasn’t being acutely rude to anyone sitting next to me.

About 15 minutes later, someone came up and sat down on the seat beside me. I slowly swung around and squared myself up to the bar and glanced over at the newcomer. When I saw who it was I damn near spit out my sip of wine.

“Hey Elizabeth,” I said.

“Oh my god. John, right?”

“Yes. What brings you to Emil’s?”

“I’m meeting someone for dinner. I’m here for a convention, but staying just down the street.”

“Oh, are you a dentist?”

Laughing, Elizabeth replied, “No. I’m a hygienist. I’m here with the dentist I work for. Are you at the convention?”

“No, I live here part-time. This is where I hang out.”

“Nice. Oh hey, he just walked in. I need to go.”

“Okay. Well, maybe I’ll see you again here.”

“Okay, maybe.”

Elizabeth got up and walked toward the hostess stand. She was meeting a guy who looked to be about 50 years old, very handsome. “Oh well, I tried,” I thought to myself.

As luck would have it, I was still sitting there awhile later when Elizabeth passed by me on her way to the restroom. With a few drinks in my system my inhibitions were significantly lowered. I grabbed a pen from Annie and I scratched my cell number on a bar napkin. As Elizabeth came back by, I turned toward her, and said, “Here. Text me later if you’re interested.”

Elizabeth took the napkin, smiled, and kept walking and went back to dinner.

Annie, having witnessed the whole thing, commented, “Smooth. Real smooth. Isn’t she a little young for you?”

“What? I met her at the grocery store earlier. She didn’t have her ID and I bought her a bottle of champagne she wanted. Just thought maybe she’d want to chat later.”

“Right. Chat. Good luck,” Annie smirked, shaking her head.

A little before 9 o’clock that night, while I was relaxing in my recliner starting to think about going to bed, my phone buzzed with a text: This is Elizabeth. Good to see you earlier.

Me: Good to see you, too.

Deciding I had nothing to lose, I texted a bit more: I didn’t think I’d ever see you again after the grocery store. Glad I did.

Elizabeth: Me too.

Me: What’s up?

Elizabeth: Finally got away from dinner with him.

Me: Who was he?

Elizabeth: My boss.

Me: Now what?

Elizabeth: I don’t know. I could use a drink.

Me: Shall I pick you up?

Elizabeth: That sounds good. I’ll be out in front of the hotel.

Me: Okay. Give me 15 minutes.

I changed into some nicer shorts and a golf shirt and headed over to meet Elizabeth. I had to pinch myself on the way over. “Could this really be happening? Maybe I should stop and play the lottery with this kind of luck,” I thought to myself.

As I arrived at the hotel entrance, I took a deep breath and tried to remind myself that I was way older than Elizabeth and she probably just wanted to hangout and thank me for buying the champagne.

She came walking out of the lobby doors and my dick jumped in my shorts. She was wearing a very short, loose-fitting jumper outfit that could have passed for lingerie. “God I love today’s fashions.”

She hopped in the front seat of my car, and I asked, “So, where to?”

“This is your town. What’s good?”

“Well, bursa merkez escort what do you want to drink?”

“That champagne earlier was for my boss. I only got a sip. It was really amazing. Do any bars around here serve it?”

“Not that I know of. Only the bar at my condo,” I said boldly.

“Can we go there?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Holy fuck,” I thought to myself. “Okay, this was her idea not mine. Yes!”

We opened a bottle of champagne and sat in the family room on my large, overstuffed, sectional sofa. I sat opposite Elizabeth to have the perfect view of her tight little body. When she would reach down for her champagne flute I would get the opportunity to peak at her small, puffy boobs.

I found out she was from Walnut Creek, only about an hour drive from where I live in San Francisco. We talked about her job as a dental assistant and all the funny stories of crazy patients and ego-maniac dentists. “Oh my god. Some of these guys think we’ll suck their dicks just because they’re dentists,” she laughed. I could tell the champagne was loosening her up.

We finished the first bottle, so I headed into the bar to retrieve a second. When I returned, Elizabeth patted the couch next to her, “Sit here.”

Well-lubricated by the second bottle, the flirting and innuendos in our conversation, especially as I talked about golf, increased significantly.

“So, what you’re saying,” Elizabeth said, “Is that the important things in golf are your putter and strokes?”

Laughing, and wanting to encourage this direction, I replied, “Don’t forget the hole.”

We laughed our asses off, which helped to remind me I had to take a leak. I excused myself to the restroom. My sock-covered feet didn’t make any noise on the tiled floor and when I returned into the room, Elizabeth was laying back on the couch, knees bent and spread open. I approached her directly and she didn’t flinch. I could see right down the short opening to her crotch and caught a glimpse of the small patch of black material on her panties.

“Comfortable?” I laughed.

“Very. I think I’m a little drunk,” she giggled.

I stood next to the couch and she stretched her arms up like she wanted me to pull her up. As she gripped my hands, she pulled down. I clearly had the strength to resist, but knowing what she was doing, I wasn’t about to. I laid down, partially on top of her small frame, and leaned in and started kissing her. Our tongues lashed about for a few minutes in a deep, passionate kiss.

I instinctively reached up and fondled her perky nipples through her jumper. While we kissed, I felt her hand start rubbing my cock through my shorts. Realizing the couch was fairly limited, I suggested, “I have a huge king-size bed in my room. Shall we go there?”

“Lead the way,” Elizabeth said.

I had my shirt off and was already undoing my shorts by the time we got to my bedroom. My hard cock was sticking out of the opening in my boxers. Reaching behind her back, I unzipped the back of her jumper and peeled it off. Elizabeth’s tits were small and perky with pink, hard nipples.

We laid down on the bed and started making out. I was sucking on her tits while she stroked my hard cock. I worked off my boxers and got up on my knees. She moved her head up under my dick and started sucking me, taking the full length of it deep down her throat. I reached down and yanked off her thong and started fingering her fully-shaved, smooth, wet cunt while she blew me. If I died now, I’d die a very happy man. But, it got better.

Elizabeth pushed me onto my back and climbed on top. She squatted and hovered over my dick and then guided it into her pussy as she slowly lowered herself down. “Oh fuck. You’re huge,” she screamed.

We started fucking, cowgirl style, with a slow, steady motion. I pulled her down on top of me and sucked hard on her puffy tits while she increased the rhythm of our fucking. Her barely 5′ tall, 100 pound body felt perfect on top of me.

After a few minutes, she rolled off to one side, buried her head into the pillows, with her bubbly ass sticking up in the air, and said, “Fuck my pussy from behind.” I got behind her and guided my cock back into her waiting vagina. As I fucked her, she screamed for it to be harder. My balls were slamming into her ass while she reached back and tickled her own clit.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls and I was about to blow my load. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“No, no, no. You can’t. I’m not protected. You need to pull out.”

As I started to ease out of her, she begged, “But not yet. You can hold it. Let me orgasm first.”

I bit down on my upper lip and kept fucking her tight twat, fighting hard to keep from cumming inside her.

“Oh fuck. Oh god. Yes. Yes. I’m cumming,” she screamed.

As I started to pull back it was too late. My cock jumped, pulsated, and sprayed a blast of sperm deep into her pussy. “Oh fuck,” I screamed. I managed to pull out as I ejaculated a second time and the next few shots sprayed onto her ass.

“Oh fuck. No. Seriously,” she yelled, rolling over and reaching down to her creamed pussy. “You came inside me.”

“I tried to pull out, baby. It’ll be fine.”

“Oh shit. Fuck. I can’t believe you did that.”

“I couldn’t hold it.”

“I cannot get pregnant. Fuck.”

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We take a shower together, just teasing each other. We dry off and head to the bedroom, letting our towels find the floor as we climb into bed. Our tongues find each other and entwine as our lips lock in a deep and passionate kiss. We continue kissing, occasionally nipping at each other’s lip. I move in and kiss your lobe, gently sucking as I pull away. Then I work down your neck slowly with my kisses.

As we begin to make out passionately leaving reminders on our necks, I slowly guide your hands above your head. I kiss you deeply as you feel the cuffs close around your wrists. I return to kissing you, biting you softly as I pull back to start kissing down your neck, being sure to leave a reminder no one can miss.

I continue across your chest, reaching your right nipple. I kiss it, gently pulling with my lips a few times, then I start to suck lightly as I teasingly lick it as well. I move to your left nipple and give it the same attention. Thinking I’ll move down your body, you let out a little frustrated sigh as I return to your right nipple, kissing it again, then sucking and licking more intensely.

As a moan escapes your lips, I escort bayan reach up and gently force the gag into your mouth that had been hidden under the pillow. I lightly buckle it, knowing you can’t remove it or tell me to stop any longer. I continue with giving more attention to your other nipple. Then, I begin to kiss my way down your belly, pausing briefly at your navel.

After making it to your hips, I begin slowly down your right leg. As I make my way down, I pull your leg towards the corner of the bed. After giving your ankle some attention, I wrap your leg with soft ribbon, securing it to the bed. As if in slow motion, I work back up your leg and across your hips. Knowing what’s coming doesn’t make my progress down your left leg any faster. After securing it as well, I begin back up your leg, but move to your inner thigh, kissing it while lightly tracing figure eights on your right thigh. After a few moments, I change it up, kissing the right and tracing eights on the left.

Finally, I move between your legs, kissing up one side of your mound and down the other, never touching you where you need it most. I kiss you once at the top of your lips, then I start to lick them gently, görükle escort never parting them. You whimper and plead with your eyes, so I slowly part your lips little by little with each successive lick. With your lips fully open, I lick you harder, but never enter you. Your moans make it clear what you need, but I only dart my tongue into you once, eliciting a deliciously frustrated moan.

I start to gently suck on your hood, finally giving you some of the pleasure you’ve been craving. Your moans grow louder and you would cry out if you could as you feel my tongue work under your hood. It cups your lovely button, sliding back and forth. As your body begins to quiver, I pull away. The frustration evident as you can do nothing but let your body calm back down.

Soon though, I return, pushing my tongue into you slowly and gently, bring forth a new round of moans. I begin to curl my tongue upwards, rubbing your special little spot with each thrust. When you begin to buck your hips, I reach up and play with your nipples with one hand, rubbing, pinching, pulling, twisting. At the same time, I start to alternate between your clit and thrusting into you, rubbing bursa elit escort little circles on your button, while I’m pushing my tongue into you.

Finally, your body begins to spasm with your intense orgasm. I reach up and remove your gag. I kiss you deeply, sharing the intoxicating taste of your juices as I continue stimulating you with my hand. When you come down, I lick you some more, gathering as much of your juices as I can, before making out with you again as you recover.

When you seem to have gotten some strength back, I start licking you again, your taste making my head swirl with my need for you. Once you start moaning and moving your hips, I climb onto you and kiss you passionately as I slowly enter you a little more with each thrust.

I keep a teasingly slow pace for a short while, then begin getting a little faster with each thrust. As we get lost in our wild abandon, I start kneading your breasts and reach down to rubs little circles on your clit with my thumb, slowly pushing away the hood.

We collide harder and harder and I start working my fingers into you opposite my thrusts, while keeping my thumb going on your sensitive nub. Finally we both spasm with our shared climaxes. After stiffening, all the tensions leaves my muscles and I lay atop of you. All we can do is mindlessly rock our hips until the pleasure finally releases its hold on us.

Bodies still entwined, we drift off to sleep as one being, no longer two separate people.

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Note this is pure fantasy, remember to always use a condom especially with strangers. Even if it is a very erotic feeling!

I hopped on the train to find it already standing room only. As per usual not one person even looked up from their seats, everyone engrossed in their own little worlds as they made their way home from work or wherever they were going.

I held on to the rail above me as the train bundled along rocking from side to side. Next to me was a man probably in his mid 40s who caught my attention. He was close enough to smell his aftershave and looked well dressed and quite handsome. I positioned myself around a bit so the next time the train jolted my elbow briefly caught the side of him. As he looked round I deliberately made eye contact with him and with a smile apologised. All he did was smile in return but held his gaze long enough to look me over.

Less than ten minutes later the train was at its next stop and more people piled on. The influx of people in the aisle pushed him against me. This time it was him who turned around and said sorry to me.

“It’s ok I’m not sorry.” I smiled at him.

“I beg your pardon?” He asked quizzically. I noticed he looked me over again somewhat shyly.

“I’m not sorry you bumped into me! You smell really nice.” I replied smiling at him .

“Oh thank you. Erm so do you.”

“Really I’ve hardly got any perfume on and I don’t think it’s all that strong. Have a closer smell.” I said as I moved my head towards him. He breathed in a little and then out, I felt it warm on my neck. I noticed him glance down to my chest, he could see right down my cleavage and the top of the lacy black bra under my top. I had a feeling I was close to snaring him but had to keep playing it slow. The first one had to be chosen wisely.

“This train always gets so busy doesn’t it.” I said to him as I bumped against him again my skirt covered hip rubbing against his leg accidentally.

“After the next stop it should clear out a lot and seats will become available.”

“Oh that is a shame I’m quite enjoying bumping against you!” I said smiling and making prolonged eye contact with him.

“Are you?” He replied somewhat nervously.

“Yes and I think you are aswell?” I said quietly in his ear.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well…your eyes keep going down to my cleavage to start with.” I said quietly to him as he started to blush.

I put my head right against him now in full on flirt mode. I felt my pussy start to get moist with excitement as I got closer to him. I brushed my leg against his crotch briefly feeling his erect cock. Suddenly the train jolted a little as it came to a stop and his spare hand grabbed my leg right on a suspender strap. I looked up at his face as he realised I was wearing suspenders and smiled and fluttered my eyelashes. His hand never moved, I was getting closer to fully seducing him.

At the stop people filtered off just like he said leaving some seats. He sat down first and I moved across and sat opposite him.

“Mind if I sit here?” I asked with a smile.

“Of course not.” He replied glancing at my legs as I sat down. I made sure I sat down as lady like as possible so not to show off any stocking top in the split of my skirt. I wanted to keep the tease going as long as possible to build the sexual tension.

“Enjoying the view?” I asked as he turned his gaze out of the window.

“Yes it’s a nice countryside isn’t it.”

“I was thinking more about when you looked at my legs.” I quietly replied as he turned his gaze back to me. He never replied but just looked at me.

“Just to clarify for you I am wearing stockings and suspenders.” I grinned at him fluttering my eyelashes again at him. “I saw you glance at my legs as I sat down and felt your hand on my strap when the train stopped.”

He didn’t know where to look or what to say as he blushed even more. Now was the time for me to go in for the kill. I slipped off a heel and touched his leg with my nylon covered foot making him almost jump out of his skin. I giggled to myself and worked my foot up to his groin between his legs. Just as my foot found his erect cock straining against his trousers I leaned forward across the table and whispered “I’m not wearing any knickers either.”

“Wow.” Was all the poor bloke could muster in reply as I put my foot back in my shoe.

“It makes it easier to fuck me.” I whispered again. “Would you like to fuck me?”

“Erm what? I don’t know. Why?”

“You don’t know? Do you not find me attractive?” I teased.

“Yes you are very attractive and sexy. It’s just very strange to be propositioned by a woman on a train.”

“Well I’m horny and want to fuck and I think you are hot so I guess it’s your lucky day!” I purred not breaking eye contact with him.

“There must be a catch though? This seems too good to be true!” He laughed finally breaking his nervousness a little.

“The only catch is on that toilet door over there which is where bursa escort I’m going to ride your cock ok? I’m serious and how hard your cock is right now its telling me you want it aswell.” I said rubbing my shoe against his cock again. “Go to the toilet and I will be in within 20 seconds I promise.”

And then he stood up, looked around somewhat nervously and headed to the toilet. I gave him a few seconds and then got up out my seat and made my way to the toilet door without stopping or looking around.

I slid opened the cubicle door to find him sat on the toilet grinning up at me. I eased myself into the small space and closed the door.

“I thought you would have your cock out by now.” I told him as he began to fumble with his trousers and pulled out his rock hard cock.

I quickly hitched up my skirt to around my waist, his eyes widening at the sight of my classy underwear. I turned around facing away from him and backed over him. Straddling him the best I could in the confined space I grabbed hold of his cock feeling how hard and hot it was and rubbed it over my bare wet pussy.

I slowly eased myself down on his reasonably long cock, one hand holding onto the side of the cubicle for support as the train trundled along at speed. I managed to get enough of his cock in me to start moving up and down on his cock. Suddenly the train jolted to one side briefly and I slid straight all the way down on his cock. I moaned out loudly as he did aswell as his cock now fully filled me.

Time was of the essence now and I recovered my composure and started to ride him hard and fast reverse cowgirl style. One hand on a rail and one on the toilet door. He had one hand on my hip and the other pawing at my top of my thigh rubbing my stocking tops.

This was no love making it was raw, quick sex designed to get both of us off as quickly as possible and that is exactly what I needed. I bounced hard on his cock, concentrating on keeping a good rhythm. For his part he tried to thrust up to meet my movements. I desperately wanted to scream out loud as his cock stretched my pussy but held myself back to small moans to avoid anyone hearing me.

As I ground my arse down on his groin I heard his breath get shorter and louder.

“I’m close to cumming.” He whispered breathlessly.

“Cum deep in me.”

“Are you sure?” He asked breathing harder.

“Yes just fucking cum in my pussy”. I replied back grinding down harder on his cock.

He suddenly grabbed my hips with both hands and held me down and with a growl his cock twitch inside me. A gush of cum shot deep inside me making me groan and shiver in delight. I clenched my pussy around his cock to milk as much cum as possible from his cock as he continued to shoot his load in me.

I sat on him feeling his cock twitch inside of me, both of us panting away catching our breaths from the furious fucking we had just had. I lifted myself slowly off him feeling a large portion of his cum slide out aswell. I moaned at the feeling of his cum dripping from my pussy as his cock came out of my cock. I stood up giving myself a few seconds then smooth my skirt back down and turned towards him.

“Who are you?” He asked as he started putting his cock away. “I want to do this again.”

“No I don’t want your number or name you won’t see me again. Just think of this as being your lucky day! You can think of this everytime you fuck your wife!” I said shifting my gaze to his wedding ring in his finger.

I felt the train slowly come to a halt and then stop. Great timing as this was my stop so I slid open the toilet door and stepped out giving him a cheeky wink and head off the train onto the platform. I headed out of the station quickly with a big smile on my face thinking of what I had just done and the intense fucking I had just had. As I walked along I could feel some of his cum slowly running down the insides of my thighs. Rather than being satisfied with what I had just done it was only making me horny for even more.

I hurried along in the low evening light until I got to the restaurant that I had booked a table for. I strode confidently inside on a bit of a high from my train journey experience. Once sat at my table in the corner I ordered a large glass of wine and some food. Whilst waiting for my food I looked around to see if anyone would catch my eye that I could snare into my sordid fantasies.

A couple of tables away near the window I spotted a man only a few years younger than me, probably in his late twenties. I observed him on and off for a few minutes until my food arrived. Just as the food arrived he looked up and noticed me looking briefly at him. I smiled but didn’t see any reaction from him to begin with.

I slowly ate my meal, still thinking of my little train adventure and how it had left my pussy still very wet with the guys cum and my own juices. Every so often I looked up and across at the young man eating alone. The more I looked across at him the more often I bursa ucuz escort caught him looking at me and each time the glances got longer.

I decided to go into my tease mode now I started to get his attention a little. The next time he looked up I managed to time taking a bite of my food into my mouth. I lingered over putting the fork in my mouth making sure it looked as erotic as possible. Once the food was in my mouth I made a big point of pursing my lips. A quick glance up at him and a small smile from me I saw him now staring intently at me until he looked away quickly.

I decided that the next time I caught him looking at me I would ramp up the teasing and make it more obvious. After a few minutes I saw him out of the corner of my eye look up at me. Very slowly and deliberately I crossed my legs and unlike on the train I made it very obvious that he would see my stocking tops on show in the split of my skirt. After crossing my legs I continued finishing my meal making sure the dark band of my stocking top on one leg was still on show for him.

Now every time he looked up at me I gave him a little smile back. I could tell he was a little embarrassed about me catching him looking at me but the more he did it the more I smiled back in encouragement. As I finished my wine and called for the bill I saw him get up from his table and go and pay for his meal at the bar. Once I had my bill I got up and made my way to the bar aswell and confidently stood right next him.

“Hi, did you enjoy your meal?” I asked him straight out as he paid his bill.

“Erm yes thank you did you enjoy yours?” He replied seemingly a bit stunned at me asking him the question.

“Did you enjoy the view aswell?” I said flashing him a wide smile as I paid for my meal.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Did you enjoy the view!” I laughed

“What view?”

I leaned in close to him at the bar and whispered,

“The view of me eating my food and my legs.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He replied nervously.

“You do! I saw you kept looking at me when I was eating and when I crossed my legs. It’s ok I don’t mind I enjoyed you looking at me!”

“Oh.” Was all he could muster in reply. Despite his vagueness I noticed he couldn’t keep his eyes off me.

“It seems a shame that we both ate at separate tables doesn’t it?!” I said to him as I sat myself down on a barstool crossing my legs right next to him. “How come you were dining alone?”

“I’m this way for work that’s why.” He replied gazing down at my cleavage.

“Oh I see well at least you won’t have to drink alone now will you?!”

He very kindly offered to buy me a drink and we sat at the bar drinking away for a good half an hour with me constantly flirting. At one point I took hold of his hand and put it on my thigh. He looked a bit shock by this but still never took his hand away.

“You are cute guy you know.” I said to him fluttering my eyelashes as I slowly squeezed my hand onto his so he could feel a suspender strap through my skirt.

“Thank you, you are very pretty aswell you know.” He replied. I was almost there at seducing him he was finally falling into my trap. I stepped off the stool my skirt riding up even more and briefly not only showing the band of one of my stocking tops but also the strap and a lot of flesh.

“Whoops you got an eyeful there didn’t you!” I teased as his eyes widen at what he had just seen. “It’s such a nice evening let’s go for a walk around the gardens.”

I led him by his hand out of the French doors into the garden. It seemed he was in a bit of a daze of what was happening just like the man was on the train. Who knew finding a quick fuck was so hard!

Once outside I led him to a secluded part of the restaurant garden away from prying eyes and grabbed hold of him.

“I want to kiss you.” I announced brazingly leaning into him. Thankfully he dipped his head down to meet me and our lips locked. My hands roamed over his body, down his back, over his toned bum cheeks and thighs. I was very impressed with his body and inside of me was beginning to burn with desire. Also his hands responded and found their way over my arse and the back of my thighs. Now was the time to test him out and take things further and I slid a hand around the front of him to his crotch. There through his trousers I found his cock, hard and straining against the material of his trousers.

I broke away from his tender kiss and turned away from him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked somewhat tinged with disappointment.

I looked over my shoulder and as seductively as possible said to him,

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Wow are you sure? We don’t even know each others names?” He replied in shock.

“That makes it even more exciting though doesn’t it?” I replied bending over a little and slowly hitching my skirt up past my stockings and my bare ass showing him I had no knickers on.

“Fucking hell!” Was the only bursa elit escort words he could get out at the sight of me bending over the back of the wooden bench with my skirt pulled up against my waist.

“You are man enough aren’t you?” I teased with a wicked smile.

“Yes of course! But I haven’t got a condom have you?” He asked in slight embarrassment.

“I don’t…but as I said that makes it more exciting doesn’t it!” I purred as seductively as possible in reply.

I repositioned my feet a little bit further apart and bent over a bit more and stuck a hand down to my groin and pulled apart my pussy lips.

‘I’m ready now, just fuck me.” I demanded.

I heard him fumble at his trousers, the zip being pulled down, the belt jangling as he undid it. After a couple of seconds I felt him move forward then his hands on my hips. I jumped and moaned at his touch, the expectation of what was about to come sending a wave like electric through me.

He rubbed his hard cock over my pussy lips making me moan in anticipation. Eventually he slowly eased himself between the folds and into my pussy. I pushed back a little on him to encourage him.

“Come on fuck me hard and fast.” I said desperate for his cock and cum.

He started to fuck me slowly at first building up his rhythm and speed as he grew in confidence. I held onto the bench listening to his cock fuck me and his balls slapping against me savouring every moment. I felt his hands all over me as he fucked me as if he wanted to touch all of me. At first on my hips then gripped around my thighs feeling my stocking tops and finally reaching around to grope my boobs through my top.

By now he was really pounding into me from behind. Despite not having the biggest cock his rhythm and angle of fucking me was hitting all the right areas for me. I reached down and found my clit and started rubbing it furiously to match his fucking of me. The wooden bench creaked with every thrust of his cock in me.

I felt his breath in my ear increase as I rubbed myself harder and got closer to my own orgasm.

“Are you close to cumming?” I asked him breathlessly.

“Yes I’m close.” He panted in reply.

“I want you to cum deep and hard in my pussy. Go on give me your load.” I begged of him as my own orgasm started to build.

He thrust even harder with short quick thrusts now, his hands holding tightly onto my boobs. He started grunting loudly his cock getting closer to shooting it’s load as I tried as hard as possible to hold off my own orgasm until he came. He thrust deeply in my pussy and then held himself in me as his cock twitched and started to shoot his load in me.

My legs started to give way as my own orgasm hit me, my pussy clenching tight around his cock as I moaned out loud bent over the bench. I felt so dirty and slutty yet turned on like never before. This was daring, exciting and somewhat taboo.

I flopped over the bench with him leaning on top of me breathing hard. After a few seconds he recovered enough to pull out and stand up allowing me to stand up aswell.

“That was fucking amazing who are you?” He panted.

“I’m just someone you was lucky to meet tonight.”

“And other nights?” He enquired as he sorted his trousers out.

“No just tonight sorry. Have this as a reminder though.” I replied as I gave him a peck on the cheek leaving a small red lipstick stain as I smoothed down my dress.

Once I was out of the restaurant and onto the street I took a deep breath and smiled to myself. As I walked along looking for a bar to go into I could feel the cum start to seep out of my pussy and onto the insides of my thighs. It felt so hot and horny aswell as being so taboo that I had just taken the cum of two strangers in a matter of hours. But it wasn’t enough, I still had a craving for more and the first two I had to really work for. I just wanted one more that would just take me and fuck me hard and shoot deep inside of me.

I found a decent looking bar a few minutes walk away and headed inside. The first thing I did was to go to the toilets and check my make up and dress. By now I was looking less than perfect after the fucking in the restaurant garden and touched up my make up and sorted my dress out before heading back to the bar.

I ordered a double vodka and orange and scanned the room. It was still quite early for a Friday night so wasn’t all that busy but there was plenty of people about to look at and see if anyone took my fancy.

This time I was going to be really picky as I wanted a certain type of man. One who knew how to fuck. A couple of young men made eye contact and another man tried to make conversation but non of them were close to being number three.

After about 20 mins I was ready to give up and head to another bar when I felt a presence next to me at the bar. Out the corner of my eye I saw a tall well built man stand up to the bar waiting to order his drink. I made a quick look up and down over him and was immediately struck by his chiselled jaw sporting some stubble and his strong arms. He certainly physically looked like he had potential to be my third one now to test whether he had it personally aswell.

“Mine’s a vodka and orange. Double please.” I said to him as I turned towards him.

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The door to room 69 barely closed before Adam had Maren in this arms. His mouth claimed hers as his hands went to her hair, releasing the silken strands from the clip that secured them. He ran his fingers through it, holding her head steady for the assault of his mouth on hers.

“I’ve missed you.” He admitted between kisses.

“You talk to me everyday.”

“Fucking e-mail. It’s your voice that makes me crazy. Your delicious body that gets me hard.”

“Oh stop.” Maren pulled out of his arms and started to undress.

Adam watched her work the buttons on her blouse. It still amazed him how comfortable she was with him. And with herself. She was so beautiful. So completely at ease.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” She asked, letting her blouse fall and moving to the front clasp of her bra.

“Like what?” He asked, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

“Like you want to eat me all up.”

“Because I do. I want to devour you.” He said stalking toward her.

Maren smiled and let her bra join her blouse on the floor. Her generous breasts were displayed before him. Adam caressed them. His hands lifting them. Squeezing them.

“Can I Maren?” He asked, his voice low.

“Yes.”

Adam knelt before her. He made quick work of removing the rest of her clothes. She stood naked. She didn’t try to cover herself as his wife usually did. Instead she dared him. Dared him to touch her. To take her.

He leaned closer and kissed her rounded stomach. His hands settling on her hips as he placed wet kisses down her stomach, across to her hip and down one thigh.

Maren let out a giggle.

“Ticklish there too.”

“Can’t help it.”

Adam smiled up at her. He nipped the inside of her thigh. His tongue licking a scorching trail to her pussy. He could see her juice that coated her bare lips.

“Wet for me all ready.”

“What can I say? You have that affect on me.”

“Do I?”

Adam stood and led her to one of the chairs by the table. He sat her down on the edge. Kneeling in front of her, he leaned forward and captured one taunt nipple between his teeth. With his gaze holding hers, Adam began to lick and suck on her. Maren bit her bottom lip at the pleasure. Her legs widened allowing Adam to get closer.

Adam alternated between each breast. With each stroke of his tongue and nip of his teeth, he could feel Maren growing hotter, wetter, against his bare stomach. Backing away, he lifted one leg and settled it over the arm of the chair. He did the same to the other. Maren was completely open to him.

Maren watched through half closed eyes as Adam bursa sınırsız escort positioned her. His eyes staring at her pussy like it was a work of art. His tongue licking his lips. He made her feel desirable. Wanted. Needed.

“Now, I’m going to eat that sweet pussy until I’ve licked up all that honey from your body.”

Maren watched as Adam bent his head and ran his tongue the length of her pussy. With her legs spread wide, her lips were open and her aching clit exposed. He lapped at the cream coating her. Gathering it on his tongue before swallowing it.

“Please Adam.” Maren moaned.

Adam dipped his head again and latched onto her clit. Maren cried out. Her hips arching, her head falling back against the chair, her hands grabbing at the arm rests. Adam slid his hands up her stomach and played with her nipples as he ate her. His mouth sucking the sensitive flesh of her clit. Maren rolled her hips. Her hand came down and held his head close to her.

Adam rolled her clit with his tongue. He kissed the bare lips of her pussy. His tongue swiping again along her pussy before delving into the tight hole. He flicked his tongue in and out of her. One hand came down and his thumb stroked at her clit.

Maren lifted her hips closer to his torturous tongue. Rocking them. She had to get closer. She could feel the tightness in her stomach. The quivering of her thighs.

“Oh God Adam!” Maren cried, pulling his mouth closer to her.

Adam tongue fucked her as his fingers milked her throbbing clit. He could feel the inner muscles of her pussy starting to clench. He stroked faster. His tongue going deep and flicking inside her.

“YES!” Maren shouted, her head thrown back as she exploded in his mouth.

Adam sucked every last bit of cream from her. His tongue drawing lazy circles over the too sensitive nub. Her thighs still shaking with aftershocks from her powerful orgasm. Adam kissed her pussy lips and moved up to capture Maren mouth. She tasted herself on him. It was intoxicating.

Adam slowly lowered her legs. He pulled her to her feet and held her until her legs could support her. He sat down and pulled her between his legs. His mouth was now level with her breasts. He leaned forward and took one hard nub into his hot mouth. Maren moaned as Adam began to suck on her. His teeth gently scraping the aching tip. Her hand came up and ran over his head, holding him to her.

“Remember all those times I told you I was going to take you over my knee?” Adam asked against her breasts.

“Hmmm?”

Adam released her nipple. Before she could guess his intent, bursa üniversiteli escort he pulled her across his lap. Maren let out a squeal as she ended up face down over his hard thighs.

“This,” he said as he landed a light smack on her ass, “is for all the teasing I have had to endure over the past months.”

Adam alternated smacking each cheek until they flushed pink. Maren gasped as each blow landed. Her moans made his hard cock jerk against her stomach.

“Such a pretty color.” He said rubbing the warm flesh.

“Are you going to kiss it all better now?” Maren asked, wiggling her ass.

“Something even better.” Adam said as he lifted her and helped her straddle his hips. His cock poised at the entrance to her wet pussy.

“You’re so wet Maren. I can feel your hot honey dripping onto me.”

“Fuck me Adam. I can’t wait another second to have you inside me.”

On a groan, Adam flexed his hips and impaled her onto his throbbing cock.

“Oh yeah.” Adam growled as her hot pussy surrounded him.

Christ, he missed this. Missed her. He had never felt this before with anyone. This instant gratification. This feeling of oneness with someone.

Maren settled her hands on the back of the chair. She slowly started to raise and lower her body on him. Up. Down. Rotating. Grinding. His public hair stimulating the bare lips of her pussy.

Adam wrapped his arms around her. His hands sliding up and down her back. Caressing. Massaging. Maren leaned her head back. Her waterfall of auburn hair falling down her back and skimming his thighs. Adam fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her hard against him. Her breasts crushed against his bare chest. His lips went to her throat. Kissing. Licking.

“Your tongue is so wicked.”

Adam growled against her skin. Maren laughed. She leaned back and Adam traveled his lips down to her breasts. His tongue lapped at one nipple before taking into his mouth. His hand went to her other one and pinched and plucked at the elongated tip.

“God! Yes!” Maren increased her tempo. Bouncing on him. He breasts jiggling.

Adam sucked harder. His teeth nipping. Pulling on the ultra sensitive peak.

He switched to the other breasts and repeated the same sweet torture.

Maren felt Adam bucking beneath her, driving his cock deeper inside her. She could feel her orgasm building. The tightness coiling in her stomach. Building. Adam slipped his hand between them and found her swollen clit. He began to rub. Maren ground her hips against him.

“Yes! Yes!” She cried, exploding bursa anal yapan escort in his arms.

Adam held her hips still as he thrust deep and spurted his hot load up inside her. His release draining him of strength, he fell back against the chair, bringing her with him. She lay cradled against his chest.

“Holy shit Mare, I can’t take much more of this.” Adam gasped out.

Maren lifted her head and smiled at him. “I thought you were made of stronger stuff than that?” She teased.

Adam growled.

“Oh, stop growling.”

“I like growling. And you like when I do it.”

“Well, you got me there.” She said kissing his chin.

“What am I going to do with you?” He asked looking down at her and stroking her back.

“Anything you want.”

“Hmmmm. The ideas are limitless.”

Maren laughed. They shared such easy banter. It always amazed her how easy it was to talk to him. Right from the beginning. They had been comfortable telling each other everything and anything. It was sometimes scary had alike and compatible they were.

“Care to show me some of those ideas.”

“Absolutely.”

* * * *

Adam watched Maren dress.

“You’re staring again” She asked as she pulled on her skirt.

“I can’t look? I can only fuck you.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘only fuck’.”

Adam smiled. They definitely did more than that.

“Sara is very lucky.” Maren said as she pulled on her blouse.

“So is Kevin.”

Maren smiled as she thought of her husband.

“Do you regret it?”

Maren finished dressing and moved to stand before him.

“Adam, I have no regrets. Do you?”

“No.” He answered quickly. “In fact, I’m already wondering when we can be together again.”

“Not tired of me yet?” She asked with a teasing smile.

“Not a chance.”

Adam couldn’t imagine ever tiring of her. She was an enigma to him. Every thing he had ever wanted but never had. He had felt guilty after their first time together. After all, he had cheated on his wife. But he still couldn’t stay away. He had planned on that one night with her. To get her out of his system. To see if the reality would be as good as his fantasy.

It blew it away. And now he couldn’t stay away.

“When can I see you again?” Adam asked as she finger combed her hair into some kind of order.

“I’ll set it up. If you’re sure.”

“Baby, I’m positive.”

Adam wrapped her in his arms and crushed her soft body against his. His mouth took rough possession of hers.

They were both breathing heavy when the kiss ended.

“I have to go.” Maren said, pulling away.

Adam missed her all ready.

“I’ll see you soon?” He asked, helping her on with her coat.

“Very soon.” She said with a smile.

Adam watched her go. It was getting harder each time to watch her walk away from him. He only hoped he would still have the strength to let her go the next time her had her.

To be continued…?

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Jessica looked at the drawer in thought.

Standing there naked, she knew that her body was something to behold. She felt that her body should be covered with material that was equally special.

She wanted to look extra good today…because she wasn’t sure what tonight would bring.

Jessica spotted a new bra, it was a red bra with another layer of blue lace. She picked it up and put it on. The fine material enveloped her breasts like two warm hands. She walked over to the mirror and saw that it was perfect. Her breasts were beautiful – the perfect size. When enrobed by this two tone bra, her cleavage was deep and soft, and the tops of her breasts poured over the bra with voluptuous pride.

Step one complete. Back to find the special lace that was going to cover her down below. The matching bikini briefs were very sexy. The blue in front, outlined by red lace almost like a bullseye – highlighted by a little bow on each side. Jessica picked them up and placed one foot inside and then the other. As she slowly pulled them up, they lightly massaged her calf and her thighs, as they reached closer and closer to their rightful home. When they were all the way on, she ran her index fingers around the thin string of the waist. They looked so pretty in the front, but in the back, she loved how in the middle there was a teardrop dip showing off a tease of her beautiful ass. She marveled at how much thought and effort went into designing a garment that would enhance her body in one more special way.

Jessica wondered if there would be a tongue exploring the teardrop space later tonight. Only time would tell.

She wondered – should she wear nylons up to her thigh, full panty hose or nothing at all. Each decision might have an effect on her evening. Her responsible brain said full panty hose, but her yearning brain said sexy red nylons that stopped about 6 inches from the red lace of her bikini briefs. Jessica thought that this was a super sexy look…she hoped he would like it.

With great care Jessica chose a black skirt that would hug her hips just right. She wore three layers on top that would keep her warm, but that came together like a puzzle of soft and slick materials. The last piece was her funky black footwear that was part shoe and part boots. Jessica looked in the mirror one last time and smiled approvingly.

The work day went by like they all have lately. Lots of work, lots of deadlines, lots of stress.

Jessica was unsure about tonight, but she felt excited and nervous – unlike the rest of the day to day boredom that life can sometimes bring.

At the appointed hour, Jessica headed to the lobby of her building and waited for Steve.

She didn’t know where they were going. She thought it might be this special elevator that he talked about. As with many things tonight – she hoped they would go there and hoped they wouldn’t. She didn’t really know.

When she saw Steve, he smiled and waved. Jessica was happy to see him. She really liked him. She really wanted him. She knew that she shouldn’t.

When they started walking, he told her that the elevator was not to be. She was relieved. She was disappointed. She had thought about how hot it would be to have elevator sex in the candlelight. She was relieved because that is not what she should be doing.

They walked and talked. Mostly discussing innocent subjects. Talking with the Steve never seemed to be a problem. Time drifted as they talked about dogs and family and work and holiday parties. They eventually found the restaurant. It was a hidden and interesting French restaurant. It felt a little like travelling to France when they entered.

They warmed up in escort the restaurant. The chocolate martini’s helped. The conversation flowed as the food arrived. The shared salad tasted a bit better when Jessica was fed by Steve. The shared duck was very nice but tasted a little better off of the Steve’s fork. Jessica noticed that Steve seemed to be sitting a little closer than before. She wanted him even closer.

As another martini was followed by rum cake, Jessica was feeling all warm. The rum cake was hitting her harder than she expected, and it was soooo good. Somehow Jessica’s brain turned to sex…yet again. She tried to be good and think of other things, but the warmth from Steve coupled with the warmth of the rum cake turned her body into a sexual powder keg.

Before she knew it, she was talking sexual positions and sex toys and doing nasty but very exciting things. Steve was holding her hand and she could feel the heat and warmth up her arm and spreading to her heart and down to her increasingly wet pussy.

Steve took Jessica’s left arm and stretched it out. He leaned down and lightly licked Jessica’s inner arm, right at the elbow. As his tongue touched her arm, it sent electric shockwaves to her whole body. Jessica was glad that she chose the red nylons!! She could then imagine Steve’s tongue running around her thigh, just inside the elastic… her daydream was interrupted as he asked her a question about sex toys.

As Jessica talked about trying new things, and that sex toys would be a new thing, Steve moved her long black hair away from her neck and started to kiss and lick from her smooth shoulder up to her sweet ear lobe. Again, Jessica felt the electricity shoot through her body and she could feel goose bumps everywhere.

Steve then looked into her eyes and leaned in for a soft kiss. Jessica felt their lips connect for the first time, and she instinctively opened her mouth so her tongue could touch his. With his hands holding just under her ears, Steve started to kiss her passionately. She wanted it all. She wanted his lips. She wanted his tongue. She wanted his body. She wanted his hard cock inside her.

As they released each other from the humid embrace, Jessica said it was time to go.

After paying the bill, Steve and Jessica left the restaurant and entered the cool air outside.

In Jessica’s brain, it was now time to give in to passion.

In Steve’s brain, he desperately wanted to be naked with Jessica. Outside on the sidewalk, they held each other tight. For the first time Jessica could feel the hardness between his legs pushing against her. It once again turned her mind to animal thoughts of sex.

She felt his big warm hands grab her ass tight and pull her towards him and his hard cock. He whispered to Jessica that he was having some very dirty thoughts about her, and wished they were more than thoughts.

Jessica kissed him and said it was time to get warm and naked.

They walked a couple of blocks and turned into a funky hotel. While the front desk was getting organized, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. He touched her thighs, and for the first time discovered that the nylons stopped at her upper thigh. His fingers then explored the warm flesh just above the elastic. Meanwhile, Jessica couldn’t help herself, and reached for the front of his pants, and felt the hard bulge straining for freedom. She gave a little rub, and then innocently moved her hand away.

After getting the room key, they entered the elevator with another couple. They both felt the pain of holding back until the other couple got off a floor before them. As soon as the doors closed and the other couple were bursa eve gelen escort gone, Jessica and Steve were linked together in passion for the few seconds until they left the elevator themselves, to find their room.

They walked quickly to their room, inhaled as the key card light turned green, and the door opened.

Without turning on the lights, they threw their coats on the ground, and fell on to the bed in a passionate embrace. They kissed deeply and wantonly. Steve kept kissing her cheek, her neck, her shoulders, and then buried his face in Jessica’s cleavage.

As they both extracted themselves from their upper clothes, Steve finally had access to Jessica’s glorious breasts. He rubbed them with both hands and began to lick the lower half of her left breast. He licked over and over and then moved in a circular path to the top of her breast. After completing the circle Jessica hoped he would finally take her nipple in his mouth. He didn’t disappoint. The Steve took one long slow lick right across her hard nipple. He then sucked and licked and nibbled as Jessica once again felt that electricity across her body. It was starting to feel like a little lightning storm of intense feelings and she knew that the best was yet to come.

After devouring both breasts, they found themselves with their lower clothes frustratingly still on, but their warm chests together, and their lips locked tight.

Steve then slid down her body until his lips and fingers were touching Jessica just above the left knee. Jessica reached down to unzip her tight skirt, and Steve helped to slip it down and off.

Steve turned Jessica over on her stomach and he grabbed the back of both of her thighs. As he massaged her thighs over the nylon and rubbed the skin just above, she could feel his hot breath, and then his tongue as it licked in that special tear drop space on her panties. He licked the crevice hungrily, and as deeply as his tongue could get, while being restricted by the sexy material.

He then pulled away, spread Jessica’s legs a little, and from underneath, lifted her hips a little in the air.

With his fingernails he lightly moved up her outer thighs with both hands. As they approached the end of her thigh, he lightly rubbed his finger nails on both sides just around her panties. Jessica began writhing in excitement as she anticipated what was next. With his tongue, he pushed softly but meaningfully over the sexy material right above her moist pussy lips. Over and over the Steve licked until Jessica was begging for more. He then pulled the material to one side fully exposing Jessica’s wet pussy.

She first felt the hot breathe again and then…and then…his warm tongue finally licking slowly on and around her engorged clit. With a couple of licks, he was like a hungry animal, burying his tongue up and down and around, and suddenly inside – which made Jessica gasp for breathe. He finally pulled her panties down, and slowly she felt first one finger and then another rubbing her as his tongue continued to bob and weave. He then slowly slid his index and middle finger inside her pussy, rubbing in and out, while his thumb rubbed against her clit.

As amazing as this felt, Jessica wasn’t prepared for what was next. She was getting wetter and wetter, and was grinding down hard on to his fingers…when with his other hand he grabbed her left ass cheek and licked right across her asshole. Between the fingers rubbing and the hand grabbing her tight ass, his tongue felt extra hot as it flicked in and over her asshole. Once again, Jessica felt like she was being assaulted with fingers and tongues görükle escort everywhere. It was getting faster and faster, and Jessica was feeling something building up from deep inside her.

She was moaning into the bed, as she started to buck her hips up. Her legs were starting to shake and all her muscles were getting tighter. Steve kept licking her ass deeply and rubbing her pussy and clit very fast. Jessica suddenly felt everything spasm tightly, her ass around his tongue and her pussy around his fingers, as she let out an actual scream of pleasure. As things continued to spasm and Steve could feel an extra wetness around his fingers, Jessica needed him inside of her and yelled out – “fuck me right now”!!

Steve follows orders, and that one was an order.

He regretfully pulled his face from her ass, and his hand from her pussy, but excitedly reached for his achingly hard cock. He realized his pants were still on. He took care of that quickly, while Jessica pulled her panties down her legs and off. He pulled himself up along the bed, moved her legs apart with his arms while she lay on her stomach, and he was more than ready.

She was so wet and he was so hard. It took just one thrust, and he was all the way in. She felt filled up instantly. Every fibre and nerve ending felt so completely amazing, and warm and intense. She felt another moment of ecstasy – as all her thoughts, feelings, muscles and attention were focused on the hard cock that was filling her up.

Steve then started to grind in and out and he could feel Jessica start to spasm again, tightening her already hard grip on his cock. Steve started to go crazy, fucking her over and over, as he grabbed her hair hard, put his head next to hers and they kissed deeply while he fucked her from behind.

Next, Steve let go of her hair, lifted himself up part way and said to Jessica “turn on your back but keep me inside you”. After a little gymnastics, they managed to stay together, and now Steve was laying on top of Jessica, kissing her, his naked body on hers, and his hard cock inside her.

He then pulled up his legs so that he was on his knees, and Jessica’s legs were pushed up against her chest.

With a couple of adjustments, Steve had one ankle on his left shoulder, and her right ankle on his other shoulder. As he leaned forward, Jessica’s long beautiful legs were now pulled back tight as Steve managed to get his cock even deeper inside Jessica than before. With his hands holding her ass tight, and the stretching muscles making Jessica feel incredible, they got into a good rhythm.

Steve was moving hard against Jessica, lifting her ass against him with each stroke. They were so entwined, so in sync, and they were rubbing against each other so hard. Over and over and over, the sweat was building up, and Jessica was getting wetter and it made their bodies move even faster.

Jessica could feel Steve get a little harder and a little bigger and his breathing was turning into grunting. She knew that he was about to cum, and she wanted to feel it so badly. She didn’t think he could last much longer when he leaned forward further so that he could kiss Jessica deeply. With their tongues and lips together, he pounded her harder than ever and then with a loud grunt, his warm cum was flooding into Jessica. She wanted to squeeze every last drop from him, as their sweaty bodies desperately tried to become one.

After a few more spasms, Jessica needed to move her legs down. With Steve resting on top of her, and the occasional shudder of orgasm still emanating from him, Jessica wrapped her arms around him and whispered in his ear, “the best part is…we are just getting started”.

As they both lay naked in each others’ arms, Jessica and Steve knew that some incredibly hot new adventures were to come in the near future. They could only hope that all of them ended with the two of them lying tired, sweaty and a little out of breathe – in each others arms.

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My initiation and return had come after a bad car accident and loss of memory. But things were coming back to me now. I realize it was fate that brought me back to the coven. It was no accident. And soon my skills would be needed. Little by little, faded memories started to flow in. It would be a process. But the scent of the soft, white-armed witches would bring me back. And back to the fray I would go. To fight.

But before we explore the future of the witches, the covens, and the coming war let us go back in time to the beginning. Before the witch burnings and before people no longer believed in the value of magic and astrology. I will tell you that witches are some of the most powerful groups on earth. They fought hard. The trials changed everything. Secrecy they valued over everything else. To rule behind the throne. But many learned not only the Weirding Way but how to physically defend themselves. With firearm, with hand, with dagger, or with a spell.

Secrecy. But you have never heard of any of them and that is it how it is, how it was, and perhaps how it shall always be. They danced with the devil. And like the devil one of the greatest things they did was convince the world that witches and witchcraft doesn’t really exist and doesn’t work.

There are secrets—both dark and delicious—of witchcraft and all the myths and superstitions have some truth to them. It goes so much deeper than that though and many will not want to hear the truth. Many can’t handle the truth. But the truth can set you free.

My birth starts sometime before the trials of the witches. Mother never took a husband. She was considered a witch by birth but she kept out of harm’s way lest she be marked. At least until the stranger came. He was my father. He was not human. And mother never speaks of him. But he took a human form when he came upon her in the forest. Like Merlin I am of both human and demon. But some have another name for that. Nephilim. The fallen angels.

“The Nephilim walked upon the earth in those days, and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bore children to them; the same were the mighty men that were of old, the men of renown.”

Mother had found a small parcel of land a half a day’s ride on horseback from the nearest town. There she built a small cottage of wood, brick and thatch. She started to grow herbs and was quite successful. She was alone and though she was lonely she sought no company and no man.

He came then. A black rider on a back horse. She said only that I have his blue eyes. She was churning butter. Her red locks were sweaty. Her large breasts heaved, as if trying to burst from the tight, low-cut shirt that revealed them. With her large, pink nipples just below the hem of the fabric and ready to slip out. The freckles on her breast only added to the appeal. Mother was younger then, but still nubile and full. Her waist has escort bayan always been relatively small and her hips large with long, strong legs. Taller than most men. He took a fancy to her then. As even with the thick layers of clothing a man can tell the contours and curves of a well-hipped, well-shaped woman. She had bent over to adjust something there outside the cottage on that fall day. She asked him if he came for the herbs and medicine and he smiled.

The sun was setting on the pumpkins in the patch nearby. And a coolness came. She took a liking to him. There were little words spoken and mother said there has been no man and no experience like that since.

She admitted that she took a fancy to him rather quickly for she had known no man and only taken the end of a broomstick for pleasure. She knew it was a sad substitute but it was how things had to be. Until him. He said that she should finish churning the butter. He unmounted and came behind her and grabbed the long handle of the butter churner from behind her. She smiled. She felt no ill ease with this tall, handsome stranger. And they continued together. It started slow. His hands were large and strong. Powerful. She pumped the handle and he felt her breasts. Just a touch at first. Then a firm grab. Then he cupped both of them together and removed the pink nipples from the blouse. He twisted the nipples and they quickly became hard. Mother moaned and fell back into him. He nuzzled her cheek and chin. She felt as if under some strange spell. He could have done anything and she would have complied giving herself fully to him.

He grabbed her hips and waist. They were in a dance now. Moving together. In an unwritten song of nature. A silent rhythm following the cycles of the birds, the bees, the predators and the prey. With the fallen angel who would become the one to wear the emerald crown she pumped the pole. They were in sync.

The fallen crown of emerald. Shunned from heaven. Great white wings. Falling. She had visions that came to her with his touch. Mother was frenzied then. Breathing heavy and running wet. She felt his sorrow. His pain. His lust. She wanted so very much to connect with him to caress his strong features and take away his sorrow and pain.

He lifted up her dress and slip. She wore no underwear. He reached between her thighs and felt the fur around her wetness. He was more than ready. Mother said it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Well-proportioned and of good heft and girth. She was guided by instinct now. She widened her stance on the muddied ground. She threw her hand to one side. She guided his shaft in. First she winced with pain. But after the driving of the throbbing and wet flesh she felt the pleasure. The waves of pleasure that caused her legs to buckle.

A strange thing happened as she moaned with frenzied and rising pleasure. He continued to caress and fondle her breasts bursa vip escort and nipples. She felt his strength as she saw visions of a beautiful white-winged angel falling from the skies, falling from heaven. Something so deep. Something so powerful. She gave in to him. She gave everything to him. A white substance started to drip from her breasts.

He caresses and squeezed more as he kissed her neck and shoulder. There was more now. Then a drop turned into drips and mother’s full breasts started to squirt milk. He squeezed each one in turn as if to check to make sure they were working well. After all, she would be nourishing his newborn son. Such was the prophetic vision.

Mother could barely take the pleasure quaking and rippling through her body. She grabbed the top of a nearby barrel and held on for dare life as he thrusted hard. They were at a strong gallop and she had her elbows on the barrel. She reached back and felt his full balls. Soft like velvet. Round like the eggs of the hen nearby.

She couldn’t hold herself up. He grabbed a handful of her red tresses and pushed the side of her face agains the barrelhead. She groaned in discomfort. She moaned in pleasure. She hoped he would not stop. He pulled up her shirt to see the contours and muscles of her back. Her gripped her muscles and her arms. He caressed the white arms of mother. Then he moved his hands down to her buttocks and squeezed them in every way. He pushed them together and pulled them apart to reveal her red-rimmed asshole that looked so inviting. Her moved his hands down and squeezed her thighs and worked his hands up to her shoulders and repeated the caressing of her contours several times. Up and down with the palms of his hands running along her vulnerable skin.

Now the moon was full. The sun was set. He grabbed her waist and arched back as he delivered his seed into her. Mother said she knew she would be pregnant long ago when it happened.

That was about three hundred and twenty-nine years ago. Since then she has been able to keep youth and beauty through the ages by magic. And she says there’s always a bit of luck as she was touched by something that night with him. The angelic lover who fucked her like a beast. Some say an angel. Some say a demon.

He stayed for seven days. The time it took god to create the world. Mother said she rode him like Lilith the next morning as he squeezed her breasts and let her milk spray forth. He worshipped every curve of her, running his hands along her thighs and squeezing her from behind. Pulling her apart and pushing her together. Her tits. Her ass. Her thighs.

He took her to a small grotto not far from the cottage. There stood the rocks like Stonehenge but not as big. Surrounded by tall trees, the circle of stone could not be seen. He told her it was no accident that she chose this spot. This was where the witches before bursa elit escort him had come. They made love to him here. They made sacrifice. And they mourned the dead here. The gathering of ritual and celebration.

They lie naked together there for a time. And she saw the satyrs and wood nymphs emerge from the forest. Mother had a strong urge to please him and she went to her knees to take him in her mouth. There, naked under the stars in the forest. He guided her and pushed her head back and forth slowly. He showed her how to caress his balls and suck not only the end but the side of the shaft too.

The satyrs became erect on the sight of this and stroked their large dangling cocks until they became red-gorged with blood. The nymphs drew closer and took a variety of positions with the surrounding satyrs. But even as they entered, sucked, and aroused each other they kept their eyes on the magnificent figure of the dark rider and mother’s exquisite curves. Like statues of ancient Greece. Mother like Aphrodite and he like Adonis.

He put his hands under her shoulders and guided her up. He turned her around and made her close her thighs so only a tuft of red hair protruded. He stroked and pulled her hairs and reached for her lips and ran his fingers up her down her wet lips. Then he pulled her open ever so gently and guided his fingers in. He fingered her for a while before her mounted her.

They went to the altar and she rode him again until he unleashed another torrent of white-hot seed into her belly. She was a goddess then. He followed the contours of her breast and she started to lactate again. She was always wet when he was near. Wetness and moisture at her thighs and milk leaking from her breasts from his mere presence.

They returned to the cottage. Mother woke to the rising sun the next morning and there was no sign of the stranger. Mother began to cry for she would miss him and his loving ways. She felt her belly. Week by week it began to rise.

On the nightstand beside the bed there was a small green, velvet pouch. In it were many emeralds shaped like tears. There was also a long green and velvet dress that hung from the door. Mother donned it. A perfect fit.

Until the day I was born…

I was too young to remember but I could just barely walk when the raiders came to take me away. And that was many lifetimes ago for unlike mother I have died and went into the underworld only to return again. Her longevity—or immortality—has been consistent. There, at the cottage I remember the day they came.

They were black riders. But they were of a different sort than he was. They wore black leather armor. And they were heavily armed. There was maybe a half dozen of them staring down at me and mother as she gripped my hand. She grabbed me and ran but they stripped me from my mother’s arm leaving her there to weep. She has never spoken much of that day.

But this was not the end. It was only the beginning for I returned to mother’s loving arms again. There were more adventures to come. We would be reunited. I had a destiny. I was to become a great and powerful sorcerer myself like Merlin. So it would be. In this great war and new aeon to come.

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It takes me a little time to quite hear what Hannah has told me. Then she gives me a sharp look, as if affronted I’ve not reacted sooner to the news that she is potentially carrying a child that isn’t her husbands.

“Hannah… how?”

It is the wrong question to put to her, and her sad sniffles are replaced with a touch of anger. “How do you think Izzy?!” she snaps, then goes back to looking morose again. “I… I slept with someone else.”

“Who?” I demand, not taking kindly to her tone despite the pit opening up in my stomach.

Hannah licks her lips, but I already know what she is about to say, so I decide to say the name for her.

“Justin?”

My sister hesitates, then looks down solemnly and nods.

I lean back into my chair and exhale slowly, wondering how to untangle the extra mess that Hannah has added to the mess I am already in with her husband. The only difference between me and my little sister is I have been sensible enough to take medication after letting her husband repeatedly fill me with his seed.

“It was just the one time Izzy,” she whines, and then asks forlornly “What do I do?”

There is only one option open as far as I can see. To save her marriage anyway.

“Abortion?” I suggest, hating the word as it lingers in the thick air of the kitchen. Hannah immediately looks up, aghast and with her hand protectively covering her stomach despite there being nothing to show.

“No! No that’s… I don’t want to… this child doesn’t deserve that for my mistake. And Will might be okay with it. He’s always wanted a family.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “His own family Han,” I tell her. “Not one you’ve made with another man.”

This sets off her tears again and I sigh and get up from my seat, moving to take one next to her so that I can put a betraying arm around her shoulders. Would it make her feel better if I told her the full truth? That her marriage was a mess and had been since I’d drunkenly decided to fuck her husband on her wedding day?

After the loss of mum I know I can’t. The family is fragile and any extra weight would break us all apart. Maybe it’s selfish, but selfish is better than the alternative. Or at least I think so – I have no idea how Will will feel when he finds out.

And he needs to know this truth.

“You need to talk to Will then,” I tell Hannah soothingly. “But you need to prepare for the worst Han. If you’re going to keep this baby then he deserves to know the truth. It’s not fair on him to let him think that you’re carrying his child.”

Or maybe it would be. After all he’d cheated on his wife with her big sister. Maybe this was a penance he had to pay for that. It just makes me wonder what mine will be when all this is done, and what will be left of the wreckage for me to make a life out of.

Hannah stays a little while longer with me but we don’t go over what she needs to do. Instead I talk a little about pregnancy and what she might expect to happen over the next nine months, and how her body will change. She’s more mentally prepared for this than I would have given her credit for, and as she leaves I wonder if I’ve underestimated my little sister.

All I’m left with when she’s gone is the anxiety of what’s to come next. How will Will react? Will he tell her about what he’d been doing with me? That he was no better than his wife? That, if anything, he was far, far worse because of who he’d been sleeping with. Repeatedly sleeping with, in fact.

I don’t communicate with Hannah or her husband over the next few days, mainly out of cowardice. Instead I sleep poorly and await the coming tide of chaos I know is just around the corner.

It’s four days past her visit when I receive a message from dad telling me that Hannah is staying with him for a while. That she’s told him she’s pregnant, and that there are some ‘complications’. Which, I think, is a very dad way of understating what has actually transpired.

When I visit them both after work with the girls, Hannah is disconsolate. Ensuring Jo and Gabby are suitably distracted by my father in another room, she tells me Will had thrown her out after a huge argument, apoplectic with rage that she refused to have an abortion to save their marriage. That he’d cried in front of her, telling her how badly he’d wanted a family and how she had betrayed him by getting pregnant by another man. A man he had told her he wasn’t comfortable with her being around given their past.

The fact that she doesn’t swing for me suggests that, for whatever reason, Will has decided not to tell Hannah about us. And I can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.

There’s little I can say to my sister to make this better. I tell myself that this would be the reaction of Will regardless of his own infidelity, but I do wonder whether Hannah would have strayed if I had not been repeatedly falling into Will’s arms. “I’ve made such a mess,” Hannah eventually sniffs. “And I don’t know what to do to get out of it.”

That, bursa escort bayan I think, makes two of us.

Hannah, eyes wide with desperation, reaches over and takes my hand in hers. “Izzy,” she starts pleadingly. “You have to help me.”

I bark a laugh and shake my head and look at my sister with some degree of affection. “How can I help you Han? This is something between you and Will honey.”

“You could talk to him.”

My teeth bite into my lower lip and try to think of the most polite, least guilty way of telling Hannah no. I eventually plump with “I don’t think that would be wise Han.”

“Please Iz. He’s always telling me how much he respects you, how impressed he is with how you hold yourself. Honestly I think he liked you more than me, even before this.”

It’s like I’ve been punched by words. Maybe Hannah is saying it just to convince me to do this for her, but even then I can’t help but feel a little elation that Will would think of me so highly. Regardless, the idea of getting any more involved than I am is a mistake.

“What would I even say Hannah? You won’t change your mind, so why-“

“Because I want him to be the dad.” she interrupts. “I know I made a mistake. I was stupid. So stupid. But I love him and I wish… I just want to make it right. It doesn’t have to be like this. No one will ever know the child is anyone’s but his.”

“Han,” I gasp, startled by her naivety. “You think that’s really going to happen? That he will just accept this? That’s not even considering Justin and what he might say.”

“I’ll sort Justin out.”

“No, you won’t.” I tell her sternly. “That’s what got you in this mess in the first place.”

I sigh and look at the table. What could I possibly say to Will? That he has no right to be pissed at Hannah? That the only difference between the two of them was that the woman he was cheating on was a little more sensible with the use of birth control?

Eventually I exhale and close my eyes. “I can’t promise anything Han. I can’t. But I’ll try and speak with him.”

She leaps from her chair and wraps her arms around me, sobbing as she thanks me for being “the best sister anyone could hope for.” They’re words that make me feel ill and nauseous even as I consider what I could possibly say to Will that might make him change his mind.

And how I can possibly save a marriage I secretly hope will fail.

Between the two of us we agree Sunday night as the time for me to go and visit her husband at home, with Hannah agreeing to come to mine and look after the girls while I’m at work with the intention of going afterwards to attempt to reconcile with her husband on her behalf.

As my short shift ends I feel a nervousness in the pit of my stomach as I drive to his home, an anxiety I can’t quite place. I’m worried whether he’ll blame me, I realise that after all this is done I won’t even have him as a friend. That I’ll never get a chance to tell him how I feel, and that my love will be unrequited.

It’s dark when I reach his home and park on his drive. I knock at the door and hold my breath as I wait for him to answer. When he finally opens the door I exhale and just about refrain from putting my hand to my mouth in shock. Will is usually so well kept, but his well cropped beard is now slightly shaggy and his beautiful eyes are sunken and have none of the usual light in them. His white shirt is creased and his dark jeans the same, and his general appearance is so unlike what I’m used to.

“Hey,” I say timidly. “Can I come in?”

“Why?”

“Because I want to talk to you.”

Silence for a time before he breathes through his nostrils and steps away from the door, leaving it open for me to follow him in.

When I enter the living room I’m surprised by how spartan the room looks without the pictures Will had clearly removed from their wedding day. Funny, I think, that it’s the realisation that Hannah has cheated that made him remove them, and not the fact that he’d cheated that very day.

I take a seat away from him, wanting to make it clear that I’m not here for anything other than support for Hannah and for him. Will hardly seems to notice, his arms resting on his legs and his head bowed. It’s like the weight of the world is on those broad shoulders, and I almost feel like I can see what weight is holding him down.

“I’m sorry,” I decide to start with.

Will looks up at me and shakes his head. “I can’t even be angry at her. I act angry. And I guess I am a little bit, simply because she wants to keep the baby. But I know, deep down, that I’m even worse. She only slept with Justin once, she says, and I’ve done so much worse.”

“You… we have,” I reply, correcting myself to share this burden with him. “Why didn’t you tell her?”

His head drops again and I see that slump visible once more. That huge weight I’m forcing him to carry. “Because she’s gone through enough after her mum passed. Because she loves you and telling her bursa anal yapan escort what we’ve done will lose her the one woman left she looks up to.”

That hurts. It hurts worse than almost anything he could have said to me. At this moment I feel like the worst piece of shit. Being the coward I am, I try to focus on why I’m here, and not face the reason why I’m such a terrible sister.

“She asked me to come to see you,” I say, voice weak. “Asked me to see if I could convince you to take her back.”

Will grunts in dark amusement. “She still keeping his child?”

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for this challenge. For Hannah, I remind myself. I need to do this for the woman I’ve potentially robbed happiness from with the man she loved first.

“Yes. I don’t think she’ll change her mind-“

He suddenly stands up, interrupting my flow. I remain seated, watching him clench his fists and bare his teeth. His eyes swim with pain and anguish, and I can see how badly this is hurting him. It’s not the cheating that’s causing him grief, it’s the fact that Hannah is insisting on having another man’s child.

“She… knew,” he wheezes in pain. “She knew how I wanted to start a family with her. And she told me that she wanted to wait a few years. Enjoy ourselves a little before we settle down. Yet she gets pregnant with his child and now she’s super fucking protective? Now she can’t fucking wait?”

Will takes a deep, ragged breath and puts a shaky hand to cover his face. My heart breaks to see him like this, and I slowly unfold myself from the sofa and stand up before him. I reach out, and place a hand on his arm.

It’s the wrong thing to do. Will physically recoils, taking a step back and dropping his hand from his face to show me the anger that has replaced the pain which was there before.

“What are you even doing here Izzy?” he snaps. “You here to gloat? Or are you back here to be fucked again?”

I just about keep hold of my temper, inhaling through my nostrils as I quell my immediate reaction to bite back at him. He’s hurting, I tell myself, and when we’re in pain we lash out at those we are closest to. But God does it take some doing.

“I’m here to see what can be done to save your marriage,” I tell him calmly.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem about ruining my marriage each time we fucked.”

Another deep breath. It’s almost like he knows how to press my buttons – he wants a fight, and I refuse to give him it.

“That was different. That… it’s complicated. You know it was complicated.”

“Do I? Was it complicated in the club bathroom? Or when you came round here all pissed off because I wouldn’t go home with you? Maybe you were just drunk and horny?”

I can feel my blood start to boil and I can tell he knows his purposefully provocative words are having an effect because he takes two steps towards me. He’s close to me, and no doubt can see how my nostrils flare and how anger flushes my cheeks red.

“I wasn’t drunk and horny,” I say through clenched teeth. “If you knew me at all you’d know how I feel. I don’t think anyone has ever got me better than you.”

It’s an attempt to diffuse but Will seemingly doesn’t care. He wants a fight. He wants to be angry. I know full well from when I found out my ex cheated on me, because any emotion is better than the feeling of betrayal and loss that comes with finding out the person you cared for didn’t want you. For Will it’s more complicated, I’m sure. But that doesn’t mean how he’s feeling is any less toxic.

“Yeah, I know you. You’re the kind of sister who fucks her brother-in-law on his wedding day.”

Bingo – he does know me after all. Because he knows just what to say to get the dynamite to explode.

“Fuck you, Will!” I shout. “Fuck you. Do you know how hard it was to come round here for Hannah? How difficult it is to be here and to genuinely try to save her marriage?”

He laughs darkly, eyes glimmering with hatred. Not for me, but for the world. “Oh I’d love to know what you’ve done to try and save it Izzy. What inspirational quote have you said to convince me that I’m not in a doomed marriage? How have you tried to convince Hannah that I don’t want to raise fucking Justin’s child? We both know why you’re here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. It’s the only thing you’re good at, after all, because you’re certainly not a good sister.”

“Come on then,” I hiss, stepping forward and reaching for the zipper of his jeans. “If that’s all I’m good for then lets get it over with. If that’s all I want from you then this is why I’m here, isn’t it? To be fucked?”

It’s an anger-driven attempt to call his bluff, but I’m furious and not thinking that this is clearly a terrible idea. Neither is Will as he pulls me against him, grabs the hem of my scrub top and pulls it over my head.

This isn’t why I’m here. It really isn’t. I had fully intended to try and save their marriage. bursa rus escort But in that moment some twisted part of my mind thinks that if I do this then, at least for a short time, he won’t feel so shit. That at least he’ll stop saying such hurtful things at me.

But it’s a foolish wish, and I know it won’t be like the last time we fucked in his house. That had started harsh and softened. This wouldn’t be nice. I can tell by the way he pushes me back on the sofa.

His hands roughly reach to the elastic of my bottoms and he yanks them off my legs along with my panties. Will is on me immediately, dropping his jeans to his thighs to free his hard cock, and with my legs parted and pushed back, he slides himself hard into my wet pussy. There’s no foreplay, no playful teasing. My bluff has been called, and now the price needs to be paid.

Instinctively I want to touch him. I don’t. Instead I grip to the edge of the sofa cushion and hold it tight, fighting that urge. It’s clear he feels similar about me, avoiding touching me anywhere other than where completely necessary – he even keeps my bra on while he pumps his cock into me.

“Don’t you fucking dare kiss me,” I hiss up at him, my heavy breasts jolting in the cups of my white bra as he takes me roughly.

“Like I want to” Will grunts, strong arms planted either side of me, holding his powerful body away from mine. I’d have hated that before, but this isn’t anything like those times. Everything about this is passionless.

For once, it really is just sex. The only noises we make are grunts as he slaps hard into me. The only touching that between my legs. Strangely we don’t look away from one another though, seemingly in a battle of stubbornness over who wants this less.

It’s him that breaks that eye contact, dropping down to look between my legs as his bare cock slams into me hard and slow. I follow his gaze, seeing his hips rock and rotate to take me. How his bare skin slaps against mine.

Despite my heart not being in this moment, my body is blissfully unaware of such doubts. My nipples are rock hard against the fabric of my bra, and my pussy soaked just from the idea of having sex with the man I’m in love with. Indeed, if this kind of rough sex was some kind of roleplay then I’d be in my element.

Instead it’s sad. It doesn’t stop me moving my hips to meet his increasingly vicious thrusts, though.

Eventually Will pulls out and for a second I think he’s done and it’s over before it can go too far. It isn’t. He pulls me onto the floor and turns me around, pushing me back into the cushions of the sofa. This time he has to touch me when he enters me, his firm hands grabbing the width of my hips as he starts to fuck me again.

This irrationally annoys me, and as my body is jolted into the sofa I call back to him. “Didn’t want to look at me?” I grunt through his deep, hard thrusts. “Remind you of how inconvenient I am?”

“Shut up,” he growls, one hand reaching from my hips and gripping my hair. I let out a moan at the roughness despite myself, though I hate giving him the satisfaction. But my body loves the possessiveness, and when he pulls back harder on my hair my back arches and I let out a longer moan before I control myself and bite my lip until it hurts.

I want him to spank me. I want his fingers to pinch my nipples until they ache. I want to feel teeth sink into my shoulder blade. I want to cry out that my body is his, that I don’t want anyone other than him to touch me.

But now isn’t the time for such wishes. Chances are there never will be a time for that again after this.

My nails dig into the pillows as I get close. Will has sped up, pushing himself closer to his own release. I know his tell, I know how all of this works now – he’ll make me cum just as he does, our bodies so in tune it’s like they’re meant to be together.

This time it isn’t like that. As I hear Will’s grunting get more ragged he pulls out and places his cock against my round ass. I’m not quite at my own release, and I feel my grip on it slip just as he starts to pump ropes of his thick seed over my behind.

He groans out as he covers me, a feeling I’d have probably relished any other time. Now though… it feels like the worst thing he could have done and I feel stuck somewhere between anger, betrayal and emptiness.

I crawl away from him, my torso dragging along the sofa towards where my clothes are. Behind me I can feel his eyes on me, though he cannot see the tears now stinging my eyes and I don’t want him to either.

“Got what you wanted and now you’re going?” he asks coldly as I hear him stand up. But I don’t have any anger for him left – just sadness that, after all that has happened between us, this is what it has come to. I keep my back to him as I shakily pull on my shirt, wiping my eyes with the sleeve as I do.

“No snarky comment? Or you thinking what you’re going to tell Han-“

I stand up on slightly unsteady legs to turn around quickly to poke a finger into his chest. “Are you fucking blind?” I shriek. “I’m in love with you, you fucking cunt. This… all of this just… I just wanted you to feel something other than the hurt I know you’re feeling, even though it’s hurt you fucking deserve. You’re cheating as well, and you’re just as bad as me.”

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It was probably the only thing that she could have said to get him out of her ass at this point. Lee whispered his agreement into Nikki’s ear before placing a light kiss on her neck. He felt her response and regrettably pulled out. Nikki made a little disappointed sound, but she knew it was necessary.

They made sure not to touch each other as they quickly got redressed. Hot glances at each other as their treasures were once again hidden added a little spice to the moment and anticipation of what was to come.

Lee drove quickly to Nikki’s place, coming around to help her out of the car once more. Getting out Nikki let her skirt rise and flashed her naked, dripping pussy at Lee. In response he roughly pulled her up and against him, crowding her back against the car. He growled low in his throat promising payback. Nikki licked her lips and smiled.

Lee released her knowing that if he kissed her they wouldn’t make it into the house. Nikki was a step ahead of him as they walked towards the house, she swayed her hips provocatively feeling his eyes on her. Her hands were shaking so badly with anticipation she couldn’t get the key in the lock. Lee pressed up behind bursa eskort her and taking the key from her hand unlocked and opened the door.

Lee followed Nikki in – when he picked her up he hadn’t gone in so he took a moment to orient himself. Nikki had moved towards the kitchen so he closed and locked the front door. He took his shoes off leaving them by the door before following Nikki towards the kitchen. He leaned in the doorway watching as she moved around the kitchen. Walking towards him, Nikki handed him a full glass of water along with a bottle of water.

“We’ll be a while and it will be thirsty work” she said with a wicked grin.

Picking up a glass it hurt rather than felt good, no matter how much lube she rubbed on it. It was just too long, it bumped her cervix painfully when she pushed it too far in. So she left it alone. Purple Passion was her very first vibrator, kind of a junior model. It was cute, but it was short and slender, for beginners. Something had broken in it and it no longer vibrated anyway, so she mainly kept it for gentle anal insertion.

Lee looked at the The Silver Bullet. He figured it was by far her favorite bursa bayan escort toy, based on how much usage it got; her companion to while away the boring hours when she was alone. It was shiny metallic silver, generously sized, about 8″, and nicely thick. Nikki told Lee that she had recently put in fresh batteries.

With one hand Lee’s fingers slowly traced the slick sides of her clit as Nikki thought about the thrusting dildo. Sensations gathered as her juices flowed more freely. Lee’s other hand twisted her nipple, cupping her big breast. After a moment she lifted her head off the pillow, pushing her nipple into her mouth, and sucked it while he strummed her clit with his fingers.

Her pussy twitched with need and it was finally time. Lee picked up the Silver Bullet and turned it on low, placing it on her clit. Waves of pleasure started in her. She was careful not to push the vibe too hard against herself, he wanted to build up slowly. Over the years she’d trained herself to prolong her orgasm, building up a tolerance to the direct stimulation of the vibrator.

Slowly he increased the speed. The Silver bursa ucuz escort Bullet hummed busily as Lee pushed his other finger deep into her cunt, then pulled it out, wet. He gently inserted his middle finger into her ass.

He turned the speed on the vibrator up higher, louder. It surged, causing her to gasp.

“Oh, shit!”

She tensed up; the orgasm was crashing like a wave, coming closer. Lee thrust the finger deeper into her ass, as deep as it would go, and turned the speed up even more. It was as high as it would go, as loud as a chainsaw.

“Jesus Christ!”

Nikki couldn’t believe the power, the extra kick of the fresh batteries. She let out a scream as she orgasmed, pumping her asshole with his finger as she bucked against the relentless hum of the vibrator. She came so hard she almost pissed herself; and then right after that, for the first time ever, she came again!

“Oh God, oh fuck!”

Her entire body spasmed against the bed. She came down from her high, finger still inside her, vibe still humming. She lay there for a long time, smiling dreamily. After catching her breath, Nikki sat up and kissed Lee deeply and passionately. Their hands explored each other’s back for what seemed like days. After awhile, Nikki slowly pulled away from him. Sliding off the bed, Nikki told Lee, “Watch me dress for you slowly. I have an outfit that you are sure to enjoy before I explore an area of you more thoroughly than in the car.”

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The day was finally here. I had been hoping and planning for this day for so long that it seemed like a dream. I kept thinking back to the phone conversation when he told me he was actually going to be able to come visit…

“It’s set baby, I have it all worked out and I can be there Friday night.”

“Oh my god, are you serious??” I couldn’t believe my ears.

He chuckled, “Yes I am serious, but I have to leave on Monday so it will be a short visit.”

“I don’t care, I am just so thrilled you get to come.”

We talked a while and when he told me he was home and had to let me go and we said our goodnights, I hung up the phone and started screaming for joy. Then the reality of it hit me and I felt physically ill. So many “what ifs” were flying through my head.

What if he doesn’t like me once he actually meets me? What if he doesn’t like my cooking? What if someone finds out? What if the image he has of me in his mind is nothing like the real me? What if I bore him?

And then I was worrying about what to wear, how to greet him for the first time, how I should do my hair, and how was I ever going to have this house clean enough for his visit??

I remembered telling him once that the first time I met him; I was going to put a bursa escort finger inside of me and wipe my nectar across my lips before engaging him in our first kiss. Now that the day is here, I don’t know if I could be that bold. There are so many firsts I can’t wait to have with him, but mostly I am out of my mind excited to be able to taste those kissable lips over and over again. Of course there are many other body parts I plan on tasting as well, but that’s just given.

I took a long hot shower this morning, taking special care to shave and make every inch of me baby smooth. Then stepping from the shower, I took a lot of time with my fragranced lotion and a light spray of perfume. I spent a lot of time on my appearance, drying and curling my hair and applying just the right amount of makeup.

I had settled on my short black skirt, nothing underneath of course, and my red silky tank, no bra, and my black see-through shrug. I slipped into my black heels and put on my charm bracelet and earrings and a thin gold chain around my neck. Double-checking my reflection in the mirror, I was about as pleased as I could get…and that is saying a lot for me.

I was so nervous that I almost broke the bottle of Spencer Roloson Paleterra I was decanting bursa escort bayan for the evening. I wasn’t expecting him until sometime between 7-8pm, so I had time to light candles and turn on some relaxing music. I was too nervous to worry about cooking so I was going to give him his choice of going out or ordering in. The only problem with going out is that we would have to drive out of town for fear of someone seeing us together.

I went back to the bedroom and once again checked my reflection. My face was flushed, my eyes were bright and sparkling, and I could read “NERVOUS” across every inch of my flesh. The new sheets and comforter were on the bed…blue, his favorite color. I lit more candles in the bedroom and turned to walk back to the living room when I heard a knock at the door. I quickly checked my watch and noticed it was too early for him to be here. It was just a neighbor kid wanting to play with my boys. I told him the kids were gone for a week and got rid of him quickly.

I was pacing, wondering what to do to pass the time when the phone rang. It was Luanne. “Is he there yet?”

“Do you think I’d be answering the phone if he was?” I replied.

“Sweetie, you sound so nervous, bursa merkez escort are you okay?”

“No Lu, I am not okay, I am going to throw up from nerves!”

“Well, make sure you brush your teeth then and for god’s sake, don’t throw up on him!”

“Gee thanks, you’re such a pal…smartass!” But she had gotten a laugh out of me.

“Just take a few deep breaths and remember, this is your weekend, no holding back.”

I thanked her for her support and hung up, but not before promising her that she’d get a chance to meet him at one point in the weekend.

I checked my watch again and it was 6:45pm…I felt like throwing up. The butterflies in my stomach were wreaking havoc on my system. And then I caught a flash of blue out the window and my knees went weak. He was here; finally here…after 11 months of wanting to have him near me, it was actually going to happen.

I watched from the window as he pulled into the driveway. The top was down, and he was definitely so much more impressively handsome in person. And then he stood up and even though I knew how tall he was, I wasn’t prepared for seeing all of him in my driveway and thought to myself that I’d be lucky to come up to his waist!

It was hot & humid outside, I opened the back door and took a step outside and suddenly the air was electrically charged with lust. Yes, I was still nervous, but my feet propelled me toward him and with a whispered hello, I threw my arms around his neck and his kiss sent me into nirvana. I knew this was just the start of a great weekend.

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