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“Pete, can I ask you something?”

My next door neighbor John was asking. We had been living next door to each other since I moved in four years ago after my last relationship ended. John and his wife Amanda had been living in their house for ten years and seemed to be quite the happily married couple. In the four years I’d known them I’d never heard them argue fight or even slam a door.

John and I were spending the day painting the fence that ran between our back yards. We were almost done when he asked that leading question.

“Pete, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

I looked over the fence and John looked at me.

“What would you do if your wife had breast cancer?”

Whoa! He had said a lot here. I don’t have a wife. I don’t even have a girlfriend. Was he telling me that Amanda had breast cancer?

“John, does Amanda have breast cancer?”

“We don’t know, yet. She has a lump. She has an appointment on Monday.”

“God, she must be scared.”

“Me too.”

“You asked me what I’d do. I’d do everything I could to support her while she goes through this. Are you taking off work Monday to go with her?”

“She said not to. She said they were just going to do a needle biopsy and I didn’t need to be there.”

“You need to be there. She needs your support. Call in sick or something and be there. Hold her hand.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

He went back to painting and the conversation was over. When we finished and cleaned up we thanked each other and he went into his house and I went into mine.

I didn’t see either of them the rest of the weekend so I assumed they either were staying in and quiet or they had gone somewhere to get Amanda’s mind off the biopsy.

While I was at work on Monday I kept thinking about Amanda. Her picture kept coming into my mind. I saw her as she was last July 4th at the parade. Sandals, red, white and blue shorts and a halter top of red. I remembered how her breasts filled the halter and how when the fireworks started her nipples tightened and showed themselves poking at the material like they wanted freedom. She has great legs and I remembered watching her walking back to our neighborhood and wondering how they would feel.

When I got home on Monday it was about eight and John was sitting on his front porch steps. He looked like his best friend had died. I walked over and said hello.

“She has cancer, ” was all he said. He didn’t even look up.

“Damn. I’m sorry.”

“They want her to have surgery as soon as possible.”

I stayed quiet. I figured he would tell me everything he wanted to in time.

“Surgery is scheduled for Wednesday at nine in the morning. Sitting in the waiting room is gonna kill me.”

I thought: “Being in the operating room isn’t going to be much fun for Amanda either”. I’m smart enough not to say things like that out loud.

“They think a lumpectomy will get all of it.”

The front door opened and Amanda came out onto the porch. She was barefoot wearing a robe. Her face looked like she had been crying.

John stood and took her in his arms.

After a few moments she looked at me and I said, “I’m sorry. If there is anything I can do for you just let me know.”

After a few more seconds she said, “There is something. John is terrified of hospitals. Could you be with him on Wednesday while I am in surgery?”

“Of course. I’ll take off work and be there.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was almost a whisper.

They went back inside without another word and I went home. By ten o’clock I had surfed every channel on my cable and couldn’t get into anything so I shut it off and went to bed. By midnight I was asleep. Tuesday happened without my full attention. I was thinking about Amanda and John on and off all day. The single time when Amanda wasn’t on my mind was during a meeting at work when I was introduced to Barbara.

Barbara is a new analyst who transferred from New York to our office. She is taller than most of the women in our office and has dark red hair. I’d guess she is 5’8″ and her figure is what I say is softly feminine. Her hips aren’t big but noticeably larger than her slim waist. Her breasts look to be about “C” cups and the shape was difficult to tell because the bra she wore on Tuesday seemed to be in control. Barbara presented the picture of a pretty woman who was all business, and there was something sexy there too.

When the meeting was over Barbara walked out and my thoughts went back to the surgery.

That evening I saw John for just a minute and he told me that they needed to be at the hospital by seven the next morning, third floor, and he would meet me in the surgery waiting room shortly after seven. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

I arrived at the hospital at seven and was in the surgical waiting room by five after. I had a bag with a couple donuts and two cups of coffee with me. A little comfort food was called for.

John walked in at seven-fifteen. He was dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night before kozan escort and still looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He accepted the coffee and donut but I don’t think he actually knew he was eating or drinking. His thoughts were somewhere else. He didn’t say a word.

I read a People magazine from two years ago and a Scientific American from five years ago. There were four families in the waiting room during that time. They talked, moved around, cried and worried out loud. John never moved after he finished the donut and coffee.

At nine forty-five I asked John if he wanted to go for a walk. He shook his head “No.” At ten a doctor in scrubs came in and called for John. I had to help him up and out into the hallway.

“The surgery went well. The tumor was a bit larger than I thought but it didn’t look like it had spread. I am pretty sure we got all of it. Amanda will be in her room in about an hour and a half and we’ll call you then.”

The doctor asked if John had any questions and John didn’t say anything so the doctor turned and walked away.

John just stood there in the hallway. I waited for a couple of minutes and then I spoke.

“John, are you OK?”

“I hate hospitals. I think hospitals smell like death. I don’t know how people can work in hospitals.” The words came out slowly and with no emotion.

“John, listen to me. Amanda needs you to be here for her right now. She needs your love and support. What can we do so that you can be here for her? Do you need to step outside for a walk? Shall we go get lunch somewhere and then come back?”

He looked at me for long seconds then he answered, “I’m not hungry but maybe going for a walk would be good.”

“OK. Let’s go.” I suggested.

“No. You wait here. I need to be alone right now.”

John turned and walked down the hall. I watched him go and then went back in and sat down.

An hour and forty-five minutes later a nurse in scrubs opened the door and asked for John. He wasn’t back. I got up and followed the nurse into the hall.

“Your wife is in 326. You can see her now.”

She was about to say more when I interrupted. “I’m not her husband. He went for a walk and he isn’t back yet. I’m the next door neighbor.”

“Go and be with her. She needs some emotional support right now. I’ll check back in a few minutes to see if her husband has come back.”

I went to her room and when I entered she was asleep. I sat down and waited. I thought about how it was good that Amanda was asleep. She wouldn’t know that John wasn’t back yet. Maybe he would make it back before she woke up.

Half an hour went by and she opened her eyes. She looked around the room and when she saw me her eyes filled with tears. One or two fell, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

I stayed. An hour went by and she woke up again.

She looked at me and said, “He’s gone isn’t he?”

“He went for a walk.”

“He’s gone.” Amanda said.

Amanda stuck out her hand and I took it. Her hand was soft and a little cold. She squeezed my hand and held on. A few minutes later I watched her fall back asleep. The next time Amanda looked at me it was night. John was not there. Her voice was soft and I just listened. She told me that John was so afraid of illness and injury that when she had sprained her ankle when they were engaged he almost called off the wedding. His parents had gotten sick when he was in middle school and died while he was at school. He never got over that.

Her eyes watched my face intently as Amanda spoke. She told me about her thoughts when the doctor told her about the surgery. She thought John would run away. He would never make it to her room. She told me she was glad I was there. I realized that I was glad I was there too.

At ten that night I reluctantly went home. John wasn’t home. I slept eventually and awoke often with thoughts about Amanda and John. The next morning I called my office and Barbara answered. I explained what had happened and Barbara said she would cover for me and wished Amanda a speedy recovery.

As I left my place I noticed that John’s car wasn’t there. I went over and knocked anyway. After a couple minutes and two more knocks I peeked in the window and almost died! The house was empty!

I tested the door and found it unlocked. Over the next few minutes I toured the house in shock. John had taken almost everything. All that was left were things that belonged to Amanda. Bathroom stuff and clothes mostly. On the kitchen counter I found an envelope addressed to Amanda and a key ring with two keys on it.

I took the envelope, the keys and some supplies for Amanda back to my place. There was no way I was letting Amanda see the inside of that house!

By eleven I was at the hospital and by eleven-thirty we were on the road home. Amanda didn’t ask if I had seen John. She just sat quietly in the car and cried. When we got home I parked in my driveway. I helped her out of the car and we took it slow and easy. This lady had been hurt enough already. kumluca escort I walked her to my front door.

“Take me home please.” Amanda said.

“Can’t. You’re staying here with me.”

I opened the door and helped her inside. Thinking ahead for once, I had turned down the bed.

On the bed were her nightgown and panties. I sat her on the bed next to them. When I sat down near Amanda she said, “He took everything.”

It was a statement. I nodded. Amanda blinked back tears. She kept looking at me.

“I want to get you into a warm nightgown and into bed.” I pointed at the one I had picked.

“How many beds do you have?” She asked. Her voice was a whisper.

“One. Yours.”

Together we sat her up and I helped her off with the baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants she had worn home from the hospital. She was embarrassed to have me see her all bandaged up, but we did it anyway. It wasn’t something I had ever done before, helping a woman change clothes but I knew it was what needed to be done. When I had her in the nightgown I started to help her into the bed. She stopped me and said, “I need to pee.”

I turned her the other way into the bathroom. At the toilet I turned her again and as I did I realized that if I let go and she bent to lower her panties she would fall. She realized it too.

“I need…”

“I know.”

On my knees I put her hands on my head for her balance, lifted her nightgown just high enough that I could reach her panties and pulled them down to her knees. I lifted the hem a bit and helped her sit. I let go of her and stepped back. A few seconds later she started to lean to one side and I stepped closer and held her.

Amanda held onto my arms and soon I heard the splash. When she was done she reached for some toilet paper but seemed unable to get the job done, so I took the paper from her and wiped her. Under other circumstances that would have been a very sexual moment. It was sensual and tender but not sexual.

It took three minutes or so to get her into bed. Nothing was said during all that time. When she was in and covered she looked up at me and said, “Where are you going to sleep?”

“I bought that couch because it is comfortable. I’ll be fine.”

She closed her eyes and I left the room, shutting off the light as I went. Ten minutes later I was in my shorts with a blanket pulled over me on the couch. Seconds later I was asleep.

I woke up suddenly. I had heard something unusual. I realized it was Amanda. I went into the bedroom and she spoke.

“I’m afraid.”

I knew it was Amanda but the voice sounded younger, like a young girl.

“You want a light on?” I asked.

“No. I want you.”

I walked over and sat next to her on the bed. She talked for a while and then said, “Get under the covers with me, please.”

Under these circumstances I was less than anxious to get into bed with her. I didn’t want to bump her and hurt her. I didn’t want her emotionally damaged any more than knowing her husband had taken off and abandoned her had already hurt her. I hesitated.

“Please.”

I slowly and carefully pulled the covers back and slid in next to her. She was warm and soft. She turned on her side facing away from me and I spooned up near her.

Soon her breathing slowed and she fully relaxed and was asleep. I made an effort to stay awake and not touch her but I failed.

When I woke up my arm was over her body and she was holding my hand. My body was fully spooned up behind her, touching from calf to head. Her butt pressed back against my early morning hard on. She really felt good. I didn’t want her to think I was a dirty old man so I started to back slowly away from her until she spoke.

“Don’t pull away. I like the way it feels.”

We lay still and quiet. I thought about how I would feel if my spouse had freaked and abandoned me as her’s had. I thought about how I had always thought Amanda was so cute and sexy in an innocent, athletic way. After those thoughts and a few others played around in my head I became more than aware that I needed to go.

“Amanda. I need to get up. I need the bathroom. I promise I’ll be back. I live here.”

She let go of my hand and I quickly made my way to the bathroom. When I came back I asked, “Do you need to go?”

“Yes. I think I can do it on my own.”

“I’ll help if you need it.”

I stood by the bed and watched as she got up. She didn’t use her right arm, keeping it tucked next to her body. After two steps she was moving well and closed the door behind her. While she was in the bathroom I got dressed. I needed and wanted to go to work.

When the door opened Amanda looked at me fully dressed and asked, “Are you going to work?”

I nodded and explained that I wanted her to stay here in bed all day. I got the portable phone and put it next to the bed. I wrote down my phone number at work and my cell number. I asked her not to leave the house. She said she had no where to go.

When I got to work Barbara came into lara escort my office and we talked about Amanda. She was very understanding and wanted to help. After we talked she and I went back to work.

At a little before noon Barbara popped in and asked, “What are you doing for lunch?”

“God, I’ve had so much on my mind I hadn’t thought about food!”

“Does that mean that Amanda is home in bed with no food either?”

“Yes, that’s what it means. We can pick up lunch and take it to her. Let’s go.”

Barbara took my hand and away we went. Two doors from our office we went into a great deli and got sandwiches and stuff for the two of us and some great chicken noodle soup for Amanda. I held the food and gave directions while Barbara drove.

Amanda was still in bed when we walked in. She was awake.

“Are you hungry?” Barbara and I asked as we walked in.

Amanda looked at us and nodded. Barbara sat on the side of the bed and opened the soup container. I helped Amanda sit up a little and Barbara fed her. Amanda was a little reluctant to attempt using the arm closest to the bandages. After a minute I felt useless and unneeded so I got out my sandwich and ate.

Between bites Barbara talked with Amanda. Barbara shared that she had also had lump surgery about a year before and they talked about recovery and pain. I listened but didn’t speak.

Barbara looked at me and seeing that I had finished my sandwich she said, “Here. You feed Amanda while I eat.”

I took the container and fed Amanda. Barbara came around to the other side of the bed and ate her sandwich while the three of us talked. Then Amanda looked at Barbara and asked, “Are you and Pete an item?”

“No. Just last week I started at the same company as Pete. We hardly know each other.”

I was about to say something when Barbara added, “Yet.”

I looked at her and she smiled.

When the soup was eaten and the sandwiches were gone I said Barbara and I needed to get back to work.

Amanda smiled and said, “I hope no one asks what you did for lunch.”

Barbara smiled and said, “If they ask I’ll just say we came to Pete’s and ate lunch in his bed.”

Both women laughed. Amanda stopped when it hurt. Barbara laughed all the way to the car.

When we were back at work no one asked.

At five I headed for my car and saw Barbara heading for hers.

I walked to her car and asked, “Want to share another meal in bed?”

“I don’t know. Will you start thinking I’m easy if I do?”

“Amanda likes you. I like you. We all need to eat. She’ll get her strength back quicker with friends around.”

“I’m not her friend. I just met her.”

“I’ve never met another person at her home other than the disappearing husband. Her answering machine doesn’t have a message on it. I think you and I are the closest she has to friends.”

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?”

“Do you want this to be a date?”

“Do you plan to get me in your bed again?”

“Yes.”

“Then this is a date.”

“What would you like for dinner?”

“Chinese. I think it is romantic to eat Chinese food from the containers sitting in bed.”

I gave her the key to my house. Told her that I would go get Chinese food and meet her at the house. I suggested that maybe she could help Amanda shower or get cleaned up some before I got there.

Barbara kissed me quickly on the cheek and got in her car. I went to mine and drove to the China Palace. On the way I called them and ordered what I thought we would all like.

When I arrived home I saw Barbara’s car parked in front. I got the two bags of food from the car and went in. I saw Barbara’s jacket draped over the back of my couch. I went into my bedroom and almost dropped the food.

Sitting up in bed was Amanda, no longer wearing the flannel nightgown but now wearing one of my t-shirts. Sitting next to her was Barbara, also wearing one of my t-shirts. From the waist down they were both under the covers. Both women had wet hair. Amanda’s bandages showed thru her t-shirt and Barbara’s braless breasts showed thru her t-shirt.

“You said to get her clean. I did. We changed her bandages, shampooed her hair and found something a bit more comfortable for both of us to wear. We hope you don’t mind too much.” Barbara said, smiling.

“Those are the happiest t-shirts I have ever seen.”

“I left one in the bathroom for you.”

“What?”

“If we are having an eat-Chinese-food-in-bed date you will be freshly showered and dressed for the occasion, please.”

“Please.” Amanda added.

I put the bags of food on the end of the bed and went into the bathroom. On the counter on one side of the sink I saw Barbara’s clothes neatly folded and stacked. On the other side of the sink a folded clean t-shirt from my drawer. I stripped down and got into the shower. I showered, shampooed and even shaved. When I toweled off I picked up the t-shirt and realized that there were no clean underwear to go with the underwear.

I pulled on the t-shirt and it came all the way down to the top of my groin. Then I noticed that there was a pair of pale blue panties on top of the stack of clothes that belonged to Barbara. That was all well and even exciting but she hadn’t had to walk across the bedroom with anyone of the opposite sex watching.

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It was a dark and stormy night outside the hospital ward, and from the windows only one bedside lamp could be seen amongst the sleeping patients. Matthew sat upright quietly reading a book whilst waiting for his last check of the day before he could go to sleep. It had been two days since the operation to remove his appendix and although it has all gone smoothly he was still having regular examinations to make sure everything was healing properly.

At eleven o’clock the night duty nurse appeared from between the curtains around his bed to do the nightly inspection. She was tall and slender with silky blonde hair neatly pinned up in a bun. Matthew hadn’t seen her before, but as she studied his charts was able to see from her ID tag that her name was Kate and she was still a trainee.

“This is my first night on duty alone, so you’ll have to tell me if I do anything wrong” said the young nurse smiling nervously.

“As long as you don’t amputate a leg, I’m sure I’ll be none the wiser” Matthew grinned as she began pulling back the bed sheets. Although these examinations had become routine after three days, he could not help feeling a little embarrassed lying naked beneath the gaze of such a beautiful girl who could not be older than 18 or 19. “Well everything looks alright,” she announced after checking his stitches and replacing the bandages. “Have you experienced any trouble with your circulation since the operation?” She queried.

“Um, I don’t think so” Matthew replied.

“Do your legs and feet feel ok, no swelling or numbness?”

“Nope.”

“And, err, what about your penis” she asked hesitantly looking up shyly from behind her clipboard.

“Uh, I don’t know” Matthew answered, already turning crimson with embarrassment.

“Ok. I had better take a quick look to check that the anaesthetic hasn’t caused any blood clots.” And she pulled the sheets down further to reveal his penis. Matthew lay there unable to move as the young nurse gently felt and squeezed his penis checking its length for any lumps or abnormalities. Her hands were so soft kocasinan escort and warm as she touched him, that even against his will he began to feel himself swell and stiffen in her hand. The young girl pretended not to notice the effect she was having on him, but by the time she had completed her examination his penis was standing hard and rigid.

“Oh dear” she exclaimed looking at his erection for the first time. “Well at least we don’t have to worry about any circulation problems,” she joked trying to ease his obvious embarrassment.

“Don’t worry its quite normal. I’ll just go and get the vacuum pump to relieve you”

“I’m sure it will go down” Matthew stammered in fear. He had heard about the vacuum pump already. By all accounts it was an extremely uncomfortable contraption; fitting over the penis, air was pumped out of the tube until the pressure built to such a degree that the semen was literally sucked out from inside you. It had a reputation for being horrifically undignified and not completely painless.

“Don’t be silly” she answered. “If there is still anaesthetic in your blood then it won’t disperse properly and your penis will become very uncomfortable.” Without anymore argument she disappeared between the curtains to fetch the infamous pump.

Matthew lay there silently cursing his penis which was still standing defiantly upright when the young nurse returned looking worried.

“I can’t find the vacuum pump” she said biting her lip with anxiety. “And I’ll get into so much trouble if I have to call down a senior nurse at this time of night. I suppose I could always…” Her voice trailed off as she wrestled with herself trying to make a decision.

“Would it be ok if I relieved you the old fashioned way?” she asked, her worried eyes imploring him to help her out of her predicament.

“Um, I suppose so” Matthew replied, wondering what horrible contraption could be considered old-fashioned in comparison to the vacuum pump.

She smiled at him nervously, but instead of leaving to konak escort get the alternative equipment, she sat down on the edge of the bed at his knees. With one last embarrassed smile she took his erection in her small hand, pulled back his foreskin, and lent forwards taking his penis into her mouth. Matthew gasped as he realised what was happening, but before he could speak his mind was clouded by waves of delirious pleasure as her lips closed around his rigid cock. Her mouth was hot and wet, and he could feel her soft lips sliding down over his swollen head as she took him deeper.

Matthew could do nothing but groan as she began to build a steady rhythm sucking him in and out of her mouth and stroking his shaft in her hand. The sight was completely mesmerising and he could only watch transfixed as the beautiful young girl sucked his throbbing penis. She seemed to be completely lost in her task with her eyes closed and her head bobbing up and down as she took him deep into her mouth in long urgent strokes. Soon she began making delicious slurping noises as her combination of sucking and stroking increased in speed, and Matthew knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Yet as he approached the brink of ejaculation she pulled away from his penis leaving it wet and rigid.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were engorged, and long strands of golden hair framed her pretty face from where they had escaped her neat bun. “It doesn’t seem to be working” she said mournfully. “I’ll have to try something else.”

Matthew was about to tell her that she couldn’t be more wrong, when she slipped off the bed and began pulling her uniform up over her shapely hips. He was instantly silenced by the perfect vision of her and the small white knickers which separated her soft thighs from her slender belly.

“Do you think you could cum if I put you inside my vagina?” she asked looking hopeful.

“I, I think so” Matthew stammered, and she smiled warmly at him as she pulled off her knickers.

Seeing the neat triangle of soft hair between konyaaltı escort her thighs made Matthew’s erection twitch and throb, and his heart raced as she climbed back onto the bed kneeling astride him.

“Tell me if I hurt your stitches” she advised him tenderly, and pressed his penis to the entrance of her vagina.

The young nurse lowered herself onto him, and his swollen head stretched her tight vagina as it pushed slowly up inside her. A long groan escaped her lips and her eyelids fluttered as she felt inch after inch penetrating her. She slowly sank down the entire length of his enlarged penis until he was completely buried within her. The feeling of her moist folds gripping his erection was truly heavenly and Matthew knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Are you ready?” she asked breathlessly, and began to move up and down on his shaft. With her hands resting on his chest for support Kate brought her whole body forward until only the head of his engorged cock was gripped by her stretched vagina, and then pushed back making him slide up deep inside her.

“Ohhh faster” gasped Matthew lost beneath the waves of pleasure she was creating. Her small breasts jiggled and strained against the material of her uniform as her breathing became quicker, and she lifted herself up and down on his throbbing penis with greater intensity. The speed of her thrusting became faster and faster, and Kate groaned as her own excitement mounted. With one final thrust she drove his entire length inside her and threw her head back, her whole body shuddering with her orgasm. The added sensation of her vice-like vagina spasming around his erection pushed Matthew over the edge too, and he spurted long hot jets of semen deep inside her.

The young nurse quickly recovered from her climax and suddenly remembered her patient. “Have you come?” she asked desperately still panting from her exertions.

“Yes thank you” Matthew answered lamely, his mind still struggling to comprehend the unbelievable thing that had just happened. She smiled sweetly at him and lifted herself off his already subsiding penis. After slipping on her knickers and smoothing down her uniform, she lent over and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

“Thank you, for not getting me into trouble” she beamed, “and thanks for the orgasm too.” Without looking back she disappeared between the curtains.

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I was working for a company 300 miles from home, so that meant driving up Monday, staying there, and driving home Friday. Tired of the Ramada Inn, I got the company to rent me an apartment.

It was a small duplex in a lower-class part of this small Ohio city. Over some weeks, I started running into some of my fellow apartment dwellers.

I found the apartment across the hall was inhabited by two Hispanic sisters, one in her early 20s and the other perhaps a decade older. They were earthy and not unattractive. Always wore jeans and sweatshirts. Had great smiles.

I’m a good cook, so one day I asked if they’d like to come over for dinner some night. They said they would and we made a date for that Wednesday. I decided to make lasagna, meat balls and salad. My lasagna is killer. Also, I could make it ahead and wouldn’t have to run around the kitchen while my guests waited.

The ladies arrived on time and when I opened the door my eyes just about popped out of my head. They were both dolled up in slinky dresses and heels, make-up, hair down, and just a hint of perfume.

Estella, the older one, wore red, and Maria black. They greeted me with hugs and exclaimed how good it smelled in my apartment. I opened a bottle of Sangiovese, poured us all a glass and led them into the living room.

They sat on the sofa and I opposite. We chatted and sipped wine. Small talk about the apartment building and neighborhood, where we worked and so on. They both seemed so happy to be there. It occurred to me that perhaps no man had ever offered to cook for them.

After about 20 minutes I excused myself to finish preparations. I took the lasagna and meat balls out of the oven where they had been warming and transferred them to serving dishes. I dressed the salad with extra virgin olive oil, red wine vinegar and sea salt. I brought the food to the table. I lit candles on the table and around the dining area and lowered the lights. I opened another bottle of wine and poured it. I also poured glasses of San Pellegrino water. Then I returned to the living room and escorted the ladies to the dining area.

It was clear Estella and Maria were pleased by the setting. I offered a toast to good company and we started eating. The ladies exclaimed with each first bite of lasagna and meat balls how good the food was, and they were not shy or picky eaters like some women.

When we were all done eating, I told them I had prepared a special dessert, but I knew we were too full to enjoy it right then. Would they like to stay a while longer? They looked at each other and Estella, said “yes.”

I led them back to the living room and put on my favorite Dean Martin CD. I asked Estella if she’d like to dance and she again said “yes.” I’m not much of a dancer, kestel escort but when a ballad is on I know what to do. I held her close, my left hand clasping her right and my right hand on the small of her back. We stepped slowly with the music. She rested her cheek against mine.

When “Non Dimenticar” ended and “Everybody Loves Somebody” began I asked Maria, the younger sister, to dance. She seemed shy about it, but Estella encouraged her. This song had a faster beat, and so she wouldn’t be self-conscious, I stood slightly apart from her as we danced. But I looked in her eyes. I think perhaps she had never slow danced before, but I could see she liked it.

After that dance, Estella patted the middle seat on the sofa, indicating I should sit there on her left. She gave a knowing look to Maria, who sat to my left. As Dino played on, Estella leaned over, put her hand on my chest, closed her eyes and we kissed. And we kissed.

After a few minutes of this I was worried Maria would be embarrassed or uncomfortable as this was going on, but then I felt a hand on my left thigh that moved up my body to my right cheek and pulled my head away from Estella to face her sister.

Maria looked in my eyes and then slammed her mouth to mine. Quickly her tongue was in my mouth flicking hither and yon, while both hands held my face in place. And then I felt a hand on my right thigh that moved gently over what was now a visible bulge in my pants and back to rest on my thigh.

Then I heard Estella ask if it was time for dessert. Indeed.

* * *

Tiramisu is one of those foods that, once they become ubiquitous on restaurant menus, begin to lose their authenticity and descend into mediocrity. But made authentically, it is as stimulating and sensual a dessert as one can find.

Italian ladyfingers are dipped in a mixture of espresso and sweet Marsala wine and placed in the bottom of a baking dish. Luscious mascarpone cheese is combined with eggs, sugar and whipped cream, and layered over the ladyfingers. Then repeat with another layer of wine and espresso dipped ladyfingers, and another layer of the creamy cheese mixture. Chill overnight and just before serving, top with shavings of bittersweet chocolate.

I brought this confection to the living room, setting it on a table before Estella and Maria. I brought one plate and one fork.

I cut a serving from the baking dish and placed it on the plate. Took the fork, cut a mouthful, and brought it to Estella’s lips. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and drew it in. A moan escaped her as the smooth richness hit her.

I took another forkful and offered it to Maria. She smiled at me and then chomped down on the fork, sucking the cake into her mouth. But then kırıkhan escort her eyes closed too as she ate it.

Then I took a forkful for myself, began eating it, took Estella’s face in my hands and began to kiss her, the natural flavors of our mouths mixing with the cheese, cream, coffee and chocolate flavors of the tiramisu.

Maria began unbuttoning my shirt, then reached for the baking dish and scooped up some of the mascarpone in her hand. Seductively, she licked a little of it and then circled her creamy finger around my nipple, depositing a dollop there. She leaned over and licked it up and then sucked at my nipple. Now my eyes closed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Estella doing the same thing to my other nipple. Now both sisters were sucking at my nipples, and I could feel my cock trying to burst through its cloth jail.

It didn’t have to wait long as Estella undid my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled that fella to freedom. Now she took a big bite of the tiramisu, bent down and engulfed my cock with her creamy mouth.

The feeling was divine. Her tongue twirled around, licking and sucking at me and the dessert at the same time. Meanwhile Maria fed me a bite of the cake and then dove her tongue back into my mouth as we lapped at the food and each other.

Now Estella came up for air and motioned for me to unzip her dress, which I was happy to do. She stood and it dropped to the floor. She then removed her lacy bra, revealing beautifully shaped, soft breasts. Estella grabbed a chunk of dessert with each hand and smeared it on her breasts, inviting me to lick and suck as I palpated them with both hands.

Estella’s breathing quickened, and as I continued my lucky task, I felt Maria’s mouth around my cock, she pumping up and down with her hands as she flicked, licked and sucked at me. I collapsed back against the sofa, my head spinning.

But Estella was too far along to let me rest. She pulled off her panties, climbed up on the sofa and pushed her mound right into my face. What could I do? I began licking softly and slowly. She moaned and I continued, picking up speed and stiffening my tongue just a bit as I reached up to fondle and pinch one nipple, and with my other hand stuck I finger in her pussy.

Her knees weakened, but she stayed aloft as I continued. I realized Maria had stopped her ministrations and must have been watching. But then I again felt her mouth on my cock, her tongue all over it and trailing down to my balls. It felt wonderful, but now I was not to be distracted from my mission.

Estella started rotating her pelvis in rhythm with my licks and my finger pumping and nipple tweaking, faster and with greater force against my mouth until she let out a deep kızılay escort moan. I felt the contractions against my finger. She was still for just a moment and then collapsed into me, her body pushing Maria away, her mouth finding mine and her pussy hard against my vertical cock.

As I was consumed by the tastes, smells and sensations, I wondered what would happen next.

* * *

I didn’t have to wait long. As Estella continued rubbing herself against me and giving me slow, sloppy kisses, I opened my eyes and saw Maria stripping. She had a determined look in her eyes.

My eyes were happier than ever, spying her young, very firm breasts with long, erect nipples, and her close-trimmed pussy, very different from her sister’s free flowing forest.

Maria grabbed my hand to pull me up and Estella obligingly rolled over, sinking into the sofa with a dreamy look.

Now Maria and I were standing, facing each other. She put my hands on her breasts and pushed down on my head. I sank to my knees and started lapping at her pussy while my fingers squeezed her nipples. Her clit grew and I began circling it with my tongue. Maria began making guttural noises and her hands pressed hard into my skull.

I took one hand away from a breast and plunged a finger, then two, into her pussy, squeezing her nipple in time with my finger thrusts. I could tell she was getting close, and her juices ran down her thighs and all over my hand.

Now I stood up, turned her around and got my first view of her beautiful firm ass. I massaged her breasts for a moment, then told her to bend over and grab her ankles.

While she waited in that position, I walked over to a side table, pulled out a drawer and found a condom. I put the rubber on, walked back over and guided my cock into her pussy opening, grasped her hips and entered her.

I began fucking her hard. I reached one hand around and found her clit, and moved my other hand to a breast and held on. Her body jerked with each hard thrust of mine. Her head hung limp and her disheveled hair trickled down to the floor. I began rubbing faster.

Now her sounds were high pitched. I continued pounding into her and rubbing harder and faster. Then she gasped and went silent. I could feel the contractions beginning. As they got stronger she let out a scream.

This was all getting to be too much for me. I slowed my thrusts so I could hang on a little longer and savor the experience.

Estella was behind me now, rubbing up against me. She put her arms around me, rubbed my chest and then began playing with my nipples. Then one hand went down to my ass and underneath, caressing my balls.

I closed my eyes and gave in to my orgasm. It felt like I was shooting gallons of cum into Maria. Instead of my usual short and intense climax, this was long and deep.

When I was done, I carefully pulled out and the three of us collapsed onto the carpet. There were caresses and quiet kisses for some minutes.

Then Estella looked at me, smiled, and said, “Aren’t you going to offer us coffee?”

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Seasoned globe-trotting playboy, Sean Lucas, stopped early into banging his much younger second wife (his first darling died carelessly from a drug overdose) and called, ‘Coitus interruptus’ and withdrew from cute Ruby’s vagina.

Ruby, who was rather unworldly and not particularly literate, which was part of her attraction to the professional travel writer, called indignantly, dabbing at sweat with a towel, “Why did you stop and what the hell does coitus whatever mean?”

Grinning, her handsome husband (41) said it was a very old term to describe withdrawing from fucking before ejaculation.

“But why? We had decided before coming to this wilderness location in this damn forsaken country called, um, called something…”

“New Zealand,” Sean said helpfully.

“Yes, thanks… we’ll try for a baby on our honeymoon and the thought of fucking with a purpose would give me something really worthwhile to focus on while you fish with oddly named artificial flies.”

“Yes, but look where you are, marooned in a remote area of wilderness raw beauty that even Mr Darwin himself would call nature’s paradise, because of the virtual cessation of internal and international travel, leaving us in limbo here due to the deadly virus sweeping the Globe.”

“What, because of that thing called Lockdown by the Government here?”

“Yes, and as I have already said, it surely places us at the remote edge of a coronavirus infection.”

“I’d be safer back in Chicago.”

“Bullshit.”

“That’s not gentlemanly is it?”

“I apologise,” said her first husband whom she had known for not quite two months.

The direct pragmatism of Ruby, the way she naively trusted him and other people close to him, her eagerness to connect in sex because she bluntly admitted she adored being fucked into near exhaustion, and her childlike simplistic vision of life among other things, had compelled Sean to buy and thrust an engagement ring at her, thrilling Ruby Smith no end.

And why was that?

He’d asked that question, thinking it might be because his parents were mega-wealthy, and she admired him hugely, err probably, for being fit and good looking and marrying him would lock her into an exciting lifestyle and he’d provide her with clothing and beautiful jewellery to keep her up with the Jones’ girls of the word.

But no.

Simplistic Ruby cut through the bullshit with practised ease and said, “It’s because you have a beautiful cock and can use it so expertly that my eyes and my heart feel they are near to bursting and I’m on a ride to the moon whenever you bang me.”

Christ, little wonder he idolized her!

Although little of anything now surprised Sean in his very active life, the enormity and believability of Ruby’s reply really rocked him. That almost convinced him that she was for him, and once he found she was big into sport and exciting recreational activities, she loved swimming and skiing that were his two favourite ways of stepping away from the hard and wearing lifestyle, she fucked well, travelled well, rarely bitched about anything, and was a marvellous cook even under pressure. That inspired him to think of marrying her,”

However, there were two minuses: she didn’t like fishing and she didn’t like him wearing condoms, but they were minor things, really.

“I did ask several minutes ago why did you stop fucking me? That could have been the very time I was poised to become pregnant.”

“Yeah, sorry. I reacted instinctively kemalpaşa escort and halted when something big popped into my head. I’d realized that I hadn’t warned you that pregnancy could mean that we would be bringing a child into a very troubled world.”

“Oh really. That was rather bad timing don’t you think?”

“Ah yes, but I was being responsible.”

“What, you really do love me?”

“Absolutely.”

“That’s almost a solid assurance.”

“Bitch,” Sean laughed, sweeping his fringe upwards while Ruby looked at his practically dancing green eyes.

She said firmly that he’d never asked her should they have children and how many had she thought of birthing. She’d said she’d answered his mother questions on her thoughts about children but perhaps his mother had not told Sean what she had been told

“No, mum said nothing about that to me but she has told me a couple of times in recent years that she and dad would like grandchildren and that my sister Eris’ uncertain life expectancy is a threat to her having children, being a TV journalist working in war zones on contract recently renewed for another five years.”

Rub said politely, “Sean, you have never said anything about fathering children to me.”

“You never asked.”

“I’m asking now.”

“Two.”

“Same as me, except I’d like to keep going until we had both a girl and a boy.”

“That could mean um having 10 births before getting both sexes.”

“It could.”

“Ruby, stuff has been written about ways to help pre-determine the sex of a child being male or female.”

“Good god, fancy that. Where do I find books on that subject?”

“Don’t bother going to the library to find such books. Go online. I’ll assist you with the searching.”

“Are the ways discussing the sexing ID, prior to conception, reliable?”

“Yes and no. You’ll find in many cases support or rejection of the various method and reject the ones you think are definitely not for you or appear ridiculous beyond belief. I wouldn’t mind being consulted on anything you decide because the thought of you wearing a bag of a powerful crushed garlic in your panties or between your boobs might seem rather obnoxious to me.”

Ruby giggled and looking out of the window said, “That morning mist on this occasion appears to be an all-day event. We should either resume having sex or shower and I’ll serve very late lunch with a bottle of something and we begin discussion whether we could bring a child into this world.”

* * *

On to her third quarter-filled glass of wine, Ruby with her natural blonde hair dyed for highlighting, with the strange choice of auburn colouring, ran her tongue expertly over her top lip delicately and said, “This very dry Riesling from Fenton Road in the Bannockburn area in Central Otago, I rate as the best white wine for me that I’ve ever tasted. As you know, my mother’s preferred taste was directed at fine teas whereas from the age of fifteen, I grew up tasting wines with my father in Victoria, Australian, where he was a wine competition judge and professional wine reviews writer for several international wine magazines.”

“Yeah, a nice drop with fantastic acidity,” Sean said. “But you know my preferences are Champagne, or lager beer prior to eating and a solid red with a meal.”

“You know Sean, when we arrived here in Southern New Zealand in the eve of a national lockdown aimed at preventing the rampant kemer escort spread of the corona-virus with immediate restrictions on travel movements and cessation of most domestic and international airflights, I’m left feeling marooned here at this premium-priced fly-fishing lodge.”

“Yeah, marvellous eh? Rugged and rising mountainous views and close-by diamond-clear network of small rivers the tantalizing view of trout rising at the water surfaces feeding on the nightfall emergence of flying insects, stated the website guff and yet, what did we see? Very little after 30 metres due to the deepening mist.”

“Being truthful Sean, I thought only for the first hour, that it was not to bad being trapped here, when touring the beautifully architecturally redesigned fairly recently built huge woolshed, converting it into a modern lodge and then saw our wing that had been the shearer’s living quarters left in its weathered cladding of rough-sawn vertical-timber slabs. I almost puked. Fortunately, when we entered our suite, we found it to be sumptuous with absolutely beautiful fittings and furnishings.”

“Yeah, all up our arrival here produced a mix bag of heart-sinking and then soaring impressions, helped by my experience of rushing out in the gathering gloom as soon as I’d signed for my fishing licence, grabbed my hired fishing gear and caught the second or third largest trout I’ve ever caught, on my third cast of a fly called Dancing Wings on the evening rise only sixty paces from the main entrance of the lodge.”

“I felt I was in trout fishing heaven until an angler arriving at the lodge from upstream, eyed my trout and said, “That’s a bit on the small side. Try your luck at dawn in the morning about a mile upstream from here sign-posted ‘Miner’s Laundry’, and you may catch a trophy trout. The bend is where miners some 150 years or so ago used to wash their clothes in the rapids feeding into the murky pool.”

“The guy raises cattle out from a place up north called Taihape and has invited us to dine with him and his wife at 9.00 this evening, meeting at 8.30 for a pre-dinner snort, that probable means a whisky or similar.”

“That’s very nice love. While you were away, a suited guy, probably the night manager tried to explain to me we need to maintain being in our ‘bubble’ and diligently practice social distancing, whatever all that means. He had a drawling accent and rolled the ends of words that made him difficult to understand.”

He’s probably from the hills, and now living in civilisation.”

“Civilisation here can’t be right darling. The receptionist said that here in Central Otago the region is sparsely populated with probably more wild cats than people per square mile in most of this part of the province except for the tourist towns of Queenstown and Wanaka.”

“Which are where?”

“I have no idea, Ruby. “But a good guess would be where the majority of people are.”

“Way, way off in the mist.”

“Yeah, good thinking Ruby.”

“Let’s go to our suite for protected sex, and then a bath for you and I’ll shower and get ready for dinner and while you are still in the bath wondering what to wear tonight, I’ll begin talking about bringing a baby into this increasingly rugged world of ours.”

“Will it be a lecture?”

“No, a discussion.”

“Right, I’ll hold you to that because I need to share my views, too.”

“That’s understandable and talk to me as if you were talking to keşan escort your girlfriends about it, holding nothing back from me and you do the same.”

“I really don’t know who your girlfriends are, not even that noisy lot who attended our wedding.”

“God, you can be so such a clown at times. I meant talk to me as if you were talking to one of you more experienced buddies.”

“None of my buddies are as informed about sexual intercourse the therein and thereafter as I am.”

“Sean, stop it. I don’t wish you to have nightmares about you becoming spooked into having nightmares about the possibility of me coming after you and swinging an axe.”

“Okay, okay, quieten down Ruby and I’ll participate as best as I can, even stopping just short of telling you to best chance of you having a daughter is when you are coming out of having you-know what?”

“No, what’s a you-know-what?”

“Please Ruby, don’t make me say it.’

“Very well. At least it satisfies me that we are on the verge about having a full and frank discussion about when is it time to fuck to have a female baby and when to have a male…”

“Sean, why are you running away…?”

“Got to puke,” he said and then cupping as hand over his mouth.

Ruby chuckled, remembering a similar performance she encountered the first nigh they were having sex and she’d asked him to lick her ass. His parents were Baptists and so the poor sod would have been raised on the pretence there was no such a thing as having sex simply for the joy of having sex.

* * *

The meal was great as was the company from the couple from well up north, and Sean was pissed (drunk) enough for Ruby to talk him into sex on the pretext that she required as heavy ejaculation from him to flush out her innards. He was revolted by the thought but obliged.

Next morning, still pissed, he staggered along something called a bridled path without spotting any brides until he came to a sign that stated, ‘Miners’ Laundry Rapids.”

He sucked his angry-looking artificial fly to give it sex appeal to a trout, male or female, and winding in his first cast in the pool at the base of the rapids, hooked a huge daddy rainbow trout.

Sean was elated, but ready to cry. He was alone in the wilderness, with no one to witness his magnificent angler’s skill at hooking and landing such a magnificent trout, and landing it he did.

Sean photographed the giant trout at his feet and then set his camera on a boulder, captured himself boastfully cradling his catch in his arms, knowing that his mates back home would suspect of photographic doctoring because no trophy trout could be that be that big.”

He shrugged and did the decent thing: he carefully placed the grandpa trout back into the water, hook removed, and watched it leisurely swim off into the murky depths to live for another 10 years or whatever it would take before it reached 100 years old.

He arrived back to find Ruby highly excited and wondered how the hell did she know about his greatest catch.

“I took a call from the travel agent and he says the Government is easing the Lockdown to allow foreign nationals to return to their home countries. Omigod, I’m so excited and probably you’ll get me pregnant on the aircraft tonight when we once more qualify for the Mile-High Fucking Club.

Sean was tempted to say he would stay but she should go, but then focussed on her happy face and her aroused nipples and mused he’d fuck her on the plane to give the world a great male or female future jet pilot. He could return to the lodge in a year’s time – without Ruby and their howling child – to see if he could catch the father of the huge trout that he’d less than an hour ago had lovingly released back into nature’s waters.

The End

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God did not bless me with looks, personality, features or riches which are all the pre-requisites for wooing women. But what he gave me as compensation were innumerable chances for satisfying my lust. I have had quite a few casual encounters of sexual intercourse with women. All women in my stories are above 26 yrs of age, quite beautiful with well-endowed feminine features.

Today, I am narrating another true incident of mine, where I had a spontaneous sexual intercourse with a close family friend of ours in the heat of the moment.

This was the time, when I was a bachelor of around 32 yrs of age & was staying in a rented flat in Navi Mumbai. I was employed as a Senior Manager with a top Indian private firm. Due to my knowledge & gentlemanly behaviours, I became quickly well-known in my locality for my knowledge & helpful nature.

My Landlord was a 42 yrs old gentleman employed as a technician in a Indian Govt enterprise. Although my landlord looked physically fit, he was acutely suffering from a litany of chronic diseases like hydrocele, gallstone & diabetes. He was exhausted due to the frequent trips to Hospitals & diagnostic centres. However, he was very friendly with me & trusted me for advice regarding financial & other matters. He had a college going son & since I had a brilliant academic & professional career record, he frequently used to consult me on matters regarding his sons higher education, coaching classed, future career, etc.

Since my landlord was not a very educated man, he was barely conversant with modern technologies like Internet, Online Banking and Transactions like Filling College forms, etc. Hence, at the first week of every month, I had to visit his house for handing over the Rent in cash for the accommodation to him. For the first few months, when I used to visit his house for paying the rent, he used to call me inside his house for snacks & tea.

I used to politely refuse every time with the excuse that the lunch break would be over shortly & my boss would be expecting me anytime & hence every time he would call me inside, I would politely refuse with the assurance that next time I will surely join him for tea.

So for the next couple of months, I used to hand over the rent in cash to him across the door grill & run back to my office. Couple of months later, once or twice, when I visited his house during the evening hours, he would politely pressurise me to have tea & snacks in the house as he was feeling very bad that I had to take the trouble of visiting his house which was quite a distance from my house & office. I reluctantly obliged him by having tea only once or twice.

His wife brought the tea cups, snacks & biscuits in a tray and kept the tray on the drawing room table. For the first time, I got to see his wife. His wife was a good looking, 5 ft 4 in tall, middle-aged housewife around 36-39 yrs of age and was a little plump like all Indian woman of her age. I could see her fair & smooth lustrous skin shining from far and even at this age she still possessed headful of knee-length jet black hair. She was wearing a loose fitting maxi gown in her house.

When she bent down to keep the snacks tray on the table, the front of her maxi opened up quite a bit & I was blessed by the sight of her round, shapely massive boobs hanging from her chest in gravity. I felt my face getting flushed with excitement, which was quite natural for a pure virgin. I am sure she was completely unaware of what she was doing to me at that time.

Due to the age gap between us, I used to call them uncle & aunty and at that point of time there was no lascivious desires floating in my mind towards my landlady. Sometimes when the landlord was not at home, his wife would open the door & take the documents from me through the door grill. She would ask me to wait inside her house for uncle, but I politely refused it every time.

Then one day, when I called up landlord uncle to inform him that I would be coming home for paying the rent during Lunch break, Uncle told me that he was in a day shift & regretted that he would not be able to meet me at Lunch break. He requested me to handover the Rent in a cover envelope to his wife. I agreed to his request & assured him that I would do the needful.

Lunchtime at Central Govt Offices in India is usually between 2 PM & 3 PM. My workload was relatively less that day & I was thinking of ending the day early. I was formally dressed that day with blue-pin striped shirt, black trousers & shoes. On the way home, I had planned to hand over the Rent to Aunty on the way to home.

I wrapped up my remaining work by 3 PM, shut down my computer, packed my Laptop bag & rushed for home. I withdrew some cash from the ATM opposite my office & took an Auto towards the Landlords house. I counted the cash for the rent & kept it separately in a brown cover envelope for convenience while handing over karşıyaka escort the money. This is the first time I was handing the money over to the Landlords wife. The Landlords house was in a Govt colony. In India residential colonies built for Govt/Public sector employees are very beautiful with vast expanse of greenery, rows of trees, manicured lawns & well-maintained footpaths. Due to the presence of many large shady fruit bearing trees in the campus, the temperature inside the rooms were quite cool in contrast to the outside city temperature.

I get normally irritated having to pay the rent every time in cash instead of online banking as online banking saved travelling time as well as the needless activities like counting of notes. Little did I guess the unprecedented benefits I would get today by handing over the money personally.

I reached her flat she said Uncle would come at 7 PM after the General shift. She also added that her son had gone to his college and would return late evening BY 8 PM after finishing additional tutorial classes.

She told me to wait in the drawing room chair for 5 min while she brings the tea. She was wearing a long flowing sleeveless maxi gown which had big yellow floral patterns on it. From her face, it appeared as if she had woken up from a afternoon nap. She soon came back with the tray containing hot cups of tea & banana chips. She settled herself across the table in the chair facing me & began the conversation.

She asked me some very general queries which usually any parent would have regarding their ward. Some of the questions were like whether an Engineering or career in medicine would be good for her son. Other questions were whether I was facing any problems in her flat like leakage etc or a few enquiries regarding her neighbours.

She enquired whether I was paying the Electricity Bills & Society maintenance dues in time. I replied by saying that since I pay the electric bills online thru the internet, there was no chance that any bill would have missed the deadline. I also informed her that nowadays most utility bill payments can be made online through internet banking, whats more she can also see the status updates of many applications like Gas Booking, etc. Emails etc. I told her how in many ways computers & Internet had made life easier for us.

Due to my detailed explanation of the benefits of computer, her interest grew in the subject & she admitted that it was a bit embarrassing for her when all her friends were computer-literate except her. She began to deeply regret her ignorance of the computer & internet. At this she further informed me that though she was a Graduate in English Literature, she was almost fully computer illiterate.

I assured her that learning internet was not as difficult as it seemed to her & told her that it was very easy to learn basic computers & it can be learnt even within a day. I also added that anyone at any age can learn basic computers & internet. On hearing that internet can be learned by anyone even within a day, she got very excited & requested me politely if I can spare sometime for her now to teach me a little about computers & the internet. She also thanked me profusely for not laughing at her little knowledge of the internet.

She informed me that they had a Laptop at home and occasionally her son does some study exercises on the Laptop. I asked her whether she had an internet connection and she said yes, they had taken an internet connection dongle from Reliance for their son a year ago. It seemed to me that she was so occupied with household chores, she had never asked her son to help her learn computers.

Despite being in a hurry to go home, I reluctantly stayed back to teach her computers for some time. I told her to bring the Laptop. She said it was in her bedroom & she will bring it immediately. As she turned & went to her bedroom to bring the Laptop, my eyes followed her movement and noticed her round & meaty derriere swaying side to side like a pendulum. A part of the gown was even stuck in the cavity between her butt cheeks.

In the bright daylight streaming thru the window, the faint outline of her dark panty became dimly visible. She soon brought the Laptop & told me to sit beside her in the large diwan cum bed near the TV. The diwan was placed parallel to the drawing room window near the TV. After connecting the Laptop Power Supply to the power socket, I settled into the diwan beside her. She was already seated on the diwan, holding the Laptop on her Lap.

While I moved to switch on the laptop button in front of her, my right hand slightly brushed her arm. She didn’t mind the accidental brush and so I let my fingers rest on her laptop with my right arm remaining in contact with her left arm. Due to the gap between us, as I was typing on Laptop keyboard, my extended right arm was constantly kartepe escort moving & brushing against her left arm which was making it difficult for me to position the cursor. Her gaze was focussed on the computer screen.

She recognised my difficulty & moved closer to me. In doing so, she moved so closer to me that while my right hand was having easy access to the Laptop keyboard, a peculiar situation developed wherein now my right thigh came in close contact with her left thigh. The touch of our thighs sent waves of passionate excitement thru my body, but my landlady did not show any signs of excitement. I continued to teach her how to open the internet explorer from the Windows menu and how to open important sites like Google, Yahoo, etc. As I was opening & closing MS-Windows, websites & clicking on several tabs, many times my elbow was touched & brushed against her lap accidentally. I was continuously opening various applications & sites & was patiently explaining the details to her lucidly.

Suddenly, in the midst of the learning session, the Laptop began to slip away from her lap & fall down. In a split second, I reached with both hands to arrest the fall of the laptop and in the process both my hands were on her lap and one in the intimate inside of her left thigh. I felt the soft smooth tender skin of her white thighs. Her maxi gown had slipped a little upwards. She let out a big & loud O-O-Oooo and pulled the Laptop back. During this her fingers also just touched my fingers on her thigh.

To prevent the Laptop from falling any further, I moved closer to her & now while my fingers were busy on the laptop, my elbow was resting on her thighs & my right arm was just slightly pressed on her breasts. Suddenly, she moved forward towards the Laptop to see something particular on the screen & in the process increasing the pressure of my right arm on her massive boobs. Back & forth movements of my hand on the Laptop caused constant pressing of her boobs by the back of my right arm.

After some time, I pressed the back of my right arm onto her boobs & kept it still and with this I tried to control the computer. She also moved more forward a little bit. I asked her to type a few characters & sentences on the Laptop in MS-WORD. I pulled out my right hand from the laptop and while she began to type I applied a little pressure of my right arm on her left arm and slowly brought my palm up. I slightly touched the side of her right breast with my finger knuckles. Then slowly, I allowed my fingers to creep into her armpit. I was doing this very slowly because it was still not clear to me whether this was happening innocently or on purpose. My fingers gained some more confidence and crossed her armpit to now begin lightly touching her right breast. As I received no resistance despite the increased pressure on her breast, I began to cup & manipulate her breasts with impunity.

Still not receiving any sign of resistance or negative response, I pulled out my right hand and took it behind her neck. My left hand replaced my right arm on her boobs now. I delicately caressed the nape of her neck with the fingers of my right hand and placed my fingers on the zip of her maxi gown. I began to pull back the zip of her gown. She seemed engrossed in opening sites on internet explorer and scrolling the mouse. Finally I pulled back the zip of her gown zip till the end to reveal her smooth silky back. I delicately caressed her entire back with my fingers.

Now, I brought out my left hand from her front and placed it blatantly on her thigh. I slightly pulled back her gown with my left hand. She placed the Laptop to her left side on the diwan and continued to surf the internet. This gave me enough space for my left hand to manoeuvre her womanly parts. I pulled up her gown with my left hand to her waist so that now her milky white thunder thighs were exposed. I continued lifting the hem of her maxi gown till her dark green panties were now fully exposed.

I grasped her waist with both my hands & briefly made circular motions around her belly button with my fingers. I took the gown higher & higher above her head & finally removed it from her body and dropped it on the floor. Without even a sigh, she cooperated in the exercise of stripping her nude by briefly raising her hands above her head. Now except for the panty, she was sitting completely naked in front of me. Our conversation had probably stopped a while ago, but she was still engrossed in her Laptop learning session. Of course, it now hardly mattered to me whether she was learning anything out of this and all that I wanted was to make the most of this supreme opportunity.

I got mad at the beautiful sight of this completely naked gorgeous woman sitting innocently in front of me & could not control myself from ferociously running my bare hands all over her back, occasionally digging kaş escort & clawing her back gently with my finger nails. I was desperately kissing the entire length of her smooth & glistening back. Her gorgeous bare back was glistening from the drops of perspiration that had formed on her shapely back & from the saliva of wet mouth.

It was getting difficult for me to enjoy the full pleasure with my own clothes on and therefore I began undressing myself and started unbuttoning by shirt, took it of me along with my vest & kept it neatly folded on the edge of her diwan.

As I was preparing to remove my trousers, she said without raising her head from the laptop ” I have opened so many windows & they have got hanged. How to close so many windows? “

I looked from above her shoulder to find out that she had indeed opened a lot of windows on internet explorer & some of the browser windows had got hanged. When I tried to answer her, I found my mouth gone dry from the excitement & my speech stuck. Still, I answered her in a heavily stammered speech from over her shoulder that she had to point the cursor to the red close button on top right of each browser window & try to close some of the windows. I sensed she had difficulty understanding my commands & hence I held her right hand with my right hand & guided her fingers on closing the browser windows. Due to this my entire naked torso touched her bare back from behind.

After the browser windows closed one by one, she simply said OK & again continued with her browsing by opening new windows. In the meanwhile I removed my trousers & underpants and became fully naked. I sat on the diwan behind her & resumed my foreplay by kissing her neck, ears & back & roaming my hands all over her back & cupping her huge melons from behind.

Shortly thereafter my hands tugged at the elastic of her panty. She gave her silent consent by moving her body & ass just slightly upwards and which enabled me to pull her dark green panty from under her ass, over her thighs, her knees & feet. Finally the panty dropped & collected at her feet. I didn’t remove the panty from her feet.

Thus, we were now both fully naked dressed only in our birthday suit. With the realisation of being fully naked threadbare for the first time in the presence of a grownup woman, my penis grew up hard & erect to enormous proportions. The only items which were now on her body were the standard accessories of women which were her gold earrings, bangles & the silver waistband & pair of anklets on her feet. It was an incredibly sexy visual treat for my eyes.

She was sitting fully naked sideways on the diwan facing the door, while my completely nude self was seated behind her. Thus we were both sitting beside each other on the diwan, dressed only in our own skin and my naked upper half directly pressed into her sexy nude back from behind. My erect hard dick was poking at her massive ass from below. I embraced her from behind so that both our stark naked bodies made intimate contact with each other.

I guided my finger to her pussy & poked some two fingers inside her vagina. I discovered her recently shaved pussy, which had a 2 day old prickly stubble on it. I fingered, twisted & pinched her clit from behind. Taking my fingers out of her vagina, I brought them to my nose. The aroma was a heady concoction with the freshness of lavender shower gel, smell of hair remover cream and gentle hints of urine & body sweat.

I licked my fingers clean with the landlady holding her melons with her left hand to prevent them from juggling while her other hand was busy opening up new internet sites on the computer.

After a few moments, she snapped shut the Laptop Screen on the keyboard and collapsed on the diwan sideways so that her huge round meaty ass was on top and directly staring at me. Her face was pointing towards the door.

I clasped her nude voluptuous ass with both hands & dug my lips with into her bum cheeks. Her hair was loose & was carrying a light perfume of jasmine scented hair oil. She rolled over on the bed to sleep on her stomach, with her ass pointing directly at the ceiling and her right arm extended towards the window. All this moment there was no conversation between us & the only noise was of the wind gently whistling thru the trees. From her position on the bed, I could make out that she was silently gesturing me to grind her ass rather than her pussy, probably to prevent any accidental chances of pregnancy.

I was really not prepared for this. Here, I was a well-groomed man totally ignorant of sex & there I was getting seduced for a doggy style fuck. I could neither gather my senses for any reasonable thinking nor could I get any time to think. I just decided to do whatever gets done by me in the moment.

I prepared to shove my dick into her butt hole from behind and attempted to position my hard dick between her butt cheeks. She lifted her fleshy buttocks slightly to facilitate my cock’s entry into her butt-hole. I found her butt hole by parting her butt cheeks with my fingers. I tried to force entry of my cock-head into her butt-hole, but her butt-hole was too tight for me enter in the first attempt.

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When a man loves a woman, he’ll go to extreme lengths to be with her. The boundaries of race, religion, culture, class and society itself be damned. Just ask Steve Dorvil, a young Haitian man who moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to study Business at Carleton University. At first glance, Steve didn’t much care for Ottawa, for he’d much rather be in the City of Montreal, where he’d be surrounded by his own people.

When classes began at Carleton University in the Fall, Steve saw his new school and the city surrounding it as dead ends. Plenty of hot girls on campus, but none of them lit Steve’s fire. Along came Hodan Mohamed, a six-foot-tall, beautiful, curvy yet tomboyish Somali-Canadian Muslim gal whom Steve first glimpsed inside the Carleton University library. One glance at the tall Somali Muslim gal who seemed like a “Beyonce in a Hijab,” and Steve was definitely hooked.

Conventional wisdom states that a Christian man from the Caribbean who finds himself drawn to a Muslim lady from the Horn of Africa is simply asking for trouble. Such a man should focus his attention elsewhere, or choose another course of action. Steve Dorvil has his faults, but he’s never been the kind of brother who gives up easily. It’s simply not in his character…

Walking all over the Carleton University campus, Steve began to look for Hodan Mohamed, pestering his married Somali-Canadian lady friend Zahra Amir with questions about the Somali culture and whatnot. One night, while studying for his upcoming Business exams, Steve saw Hodan Mohamed seated at a computer on the library’s third floor, and he got the guts to approach her. What followed was an encounter that Steve would never forget…

“Just thought I’d say hey, well, to a fellow library dweller,” Steve said, smiling faintly, as he pulled the chair next to her. Hodan Mohamed smiled at this handsome, well-dressed, nervous-looking karaköprü escort brother, and quietly assessed him. Not bad-looking but definitely has room for improvement, Hodan thought as Steve began to holler at her, or so he thought.

“Stop gawking at me like I’m Beyonce or Celine Dion or something and ask for my number already,” Hodan Mohamed said sharply, flashing Steve a coy smile. They’d been talking for half an hour, and the brother, though charming, was starting to ramble instead of closing the deal. Like the helpful soul that she is, Hodan Mohamed decided to help a brother out.

“You’re something else,” Steve remarked, once he got over his surprise, and Hodan Mohamed nodded. That’s how it all began between the two of them. Two souls hailing from different parts of the world, yet inextricably drawn to one another. It was no accident that Hodan sat at a computer close to Steve’s usual spot in the library. The lady lured her chosen male, and everything went according to plan as far she was concerned. It was the beginning of something new and wonderful…

Slowly, tentative, Steve Dorvil and Hodan Mohamed took steps towards a lasting connection. They began hanging out, on campus at first, and then they ventured to places like the Silver City movie theater, and Soleil Des Iles restaurant. Hodan and Steve got more comfortable with one another, and sparks flew. It was a beautiful thing.

“You’re a goddess,” Steve Dorvil said as he knelt before Hodan Mohamed, who sat on a throne-like chair in the dark, murky and poorly lit basement, clad in a traditional dress and Hijab. Hodan flashed Steve a coy smile, and the big and tall, ruggedly handsome young Haitian man took her foot and gently kissed it. Hoda sighed happily, for the feel of Steve’s tongue on her toes was ticklish, in the most wonderful way…

“Worship your karatay escort goddess, you handsome cur,” Hoda said, exhibiting the faintest traces of her former British accent, and Steve grinned in appreciation. The two of them were getting down and dirty in the basement of Steve’s townhouse in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario. Outside, a fierce wintry storm battered the landscape, but inside, things were only heating up…

“Yes milady,” Steve replied, and he began licking a path upward, from Hodan’s toes to her inner thighs. When he brought his face close to her crotch, Hodan pulled up her skirt, revealing crisp white panties which were already moist. Smiling at Steve, Hodan pulled down her panties, and her hairy mound stared at him, hot and demanding. Heeding the lady’s unspoken demand, Steve proceeded to worship at her altar.

“Oh yes, that feels good, just like that,” Hodan whispered, as Steve buried his face between her legs and began eating her out. Leaning back on the chair, Hodan spread her thighs wide open, welcoming Steve inside of her. The Haitian brother put that tongue of his to good use, and began lathering her pussy, while sliding his fingers deep inside of her.

“I call this Haitian magic,” Steve paused to say, and he slid his fingers into Hodan’s pussy, grasped her clitoris and rubbed it between his thumb and index fingers. This had the effect of causing Hodan to shriek in pleasure, and she shuddered violently. Steve let go of her clitoris, and immediately thrust two fingers into her pussy. That’s when Hodan’s curvy, sexy body began thrashing wildly and she cried out as she came, orgasmic…

“Oh Steve, you wonderful man,” Hodan whispered, once she came down from cloud nine, and she smiled at him, amazed. Steve pulled Hodan into his arms and kissed her, then she began working on him. Hodan disrobed at last, karesi escort revealing her curvaceous, sinfully sexy and downright Amazonian body. Steve grinned and caressed Hodan’s breasts, and playfully smacked her thick derriere.

“You’re pure fire,” Steve said, and Hodan grinned then kissed him. They got it on right there on the basement’s carpeted floor. Hodan’s eager hands explored Steve’s burly form, and she playfully tugged on his chest hairs, then went straight for his dick. Steve held his breath as Hodan began stroking his member, and then she winked at him before taking him into her mouth.

“I like the way you taste, Habibi,” Hodan paused to say, flicking her tongue over Steve’s dick head after gently pulling back the foreskin. As a Muslim woman, she was oddly fascinated by his ‘hood.’ Hodan tugged on Steve’s dick while fellating him and the burly Haitian stud moaned, finding himself on cloud nine. Hodan worked Steve over until he came, and then drained him dry.

“I love your ass,” Steve said, watching as Hodan got on all fours and shook her big beautiful ass at him. Hodan grinned as Steve kissed and then caressed her ass. When she felt him rub his hard dick against her bum, Hodan pressed her derriere against his groin. Steve finally got the damn hint and thrust into her, burying his dick deep inside Hodan’s pussy.

“Fuck me hard,” Hodan demanded, and Steve nodded, then did as the lady told him, gripping her wide hips tightly as he fucked her with slow, deep strokes. Hodan moaned softly, her curvy body swaying this way and that as Steve banged her. She hadn’t had a good fucking in quite a bit and wanted to make up for lost time. Luckily, a certain well-endowed Haitian stud was more than happy to help out a Somali sister in need…

“Hmm, to many more days like this one,” Steve said to Hodan, much later. The two of them sat on the couch, stark naked, entwined in each other’s arms. After truly stupendous lovemaking, they had some ice cream and pizza, and were now busy watching Luke Cage on Netflix. Hodan looked at Steve and smiled. Many heartfelt thanks to my angel in Jannah for sending me a chocolate-dipped prince charming, Hodan thought, ecstatic.

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Thanksgiving Weekend has come to the City of Ottawa, Ontario. This means that with many stores closed on the upcoming Monday, everyone is cramming into local stores in a shopping frenzy. For the local Walmart’s cashiers, customer service personnel and the like, this would be a difficult day spent haggling with short-tempered customers. For Souleymane Baabur, the store’s security guard, this day would be pure hell. Hence why he was killing time by chatting with Hawa the cashier, who came by on her break…

“Hawa, there are things about me that you just wouldn’t understand,” Souleymane Baabur said, and the big and tall, dark-skinned Mauritanian Muslim security guard sighed, wishing he could explain himself to the Hijab-wearing young Somali Muslim woman standing before him, but sadly he couldn’t. Ah, the tragic life of the bisexual Muslim man, Souleymane thought to himself, lamenting his fate.

“Like what?” Hawa asked, and the young Somali Muslim woman, barely twenty, looked at Souleymane with a fearless tenacity beyond her years, demanding answers from the taciturn brother standing in front of her. Before Souleymane could answer Hawa’s question, however, something seemed to catch his attention. A certain big-booty White woman clad in leather pants walked into Walmart, and the security guard’s eyes locked onto her ample derriere.

Figures, Souleymane is a Black man after all, the fact that they love a big ass is well-known, Hawa thought to herself, shaking her head. Following Souleymane’s gaze, she saw that while it definitely lingered on the big-booty White female shopper’s posterior, it did not stop there. A construction worker, burly, muscular, and practically shirtless, walked out of the in-store McDonald’s restaurant, and Souleymane’s eyes seemed glued to the man’s abs for the briefest of moments.

Oh my, Hawa thought, and a sly smile crept onto her face. For a long moment Souleymane’s eyes followed the construction worker’s progress as he exited Walmart, meeting up with his buddy at the entrance. Only after the guy disappeared from view did Souleymane turn to look at Hawa. Apparently, he’d forgotten that Hawa existed…at least just for a little bit. Pursing her lips, Hawa fixed her gaze on Souleymane’s face, reading his temporarily dazed expression.

“Well, Hawa, I have certain passions which most people wouldn’t understand,” Souleymane said, and he smiled at Hawa, and then focused on a customer who was exiting the store. Said customer had a huge television set on a cart, and the whole thing was beeping. Souleymane excused himself and then went to deal with the customer, politely asking for a receipt. The customer, who happened to be an old White man in a cheap suit, turned argumentative.

“White privilege is definitely a thing,” Hawa whispered to herself, remembering her sociology professor at the University of Ottawa, as she watched the back-and-forth between Souleymane and the customer. The two men couldn’t be more different. A big and tall Black man with dreads and facial hair, in a dark blue security uniform, facing a short, suited and bespectacled old White man…and a very irate one at that.

“Sir, when an item beeps, I have to ask for a receipt,” Souleymane explained to the customer, who kept going on and on about how he hadn’t done anything wrong. Exasperated, Souleymane waved the old man off, and the sneering old dude walked out, apparently feeling victorious. Shaking his head, Souleymane grumbled something which Hawa found distasteful, but she kept mum about it. Truth be told, her mind was wrestling with something…

“Hmm, must be so frustrating,” Hawa said, as she stepped closer to Souleymane, who stood there, still flustered after dealing with the irate old customer. Souleymane looked at Hawa, a curious look in those chestnut eyes of his. Hawa smiled slyly, and bit her lip, something she often did before saying or doing she knew for sure ought to remain unsaid or undone. I’ve got a smart mouth and don’t apologize for it, Hawa thought, smiling wickedly.

“What do you mean, Hawa?” Souleymane asked, and the six-foot-six guard leaned against a cart which he pressed against the wall between the entry and exit door of the Walmart store. The brother stroked his goateed chin thoughtfully, and watched as Hawa stepped closer, until she was less than a meter from him. This little Somali chick is spunky, Souleymane thought, somewhere between annoyed and wryly amused.

“Well, kadirli escort my dear Souleymane, I think I know a thing or two about your unique passions, you like big butts on females but you also like nice abs on a dude,” Hawa said softly, and she watched as Souleymane’s facial expression went from puzzled to shocked in the blink of an eye. Now he was looking at her as though she were an alien from Mars, and Hawa found that both amusing and alarming…

“Interesting, and you know this how?” Souleymane replied, his voice remarkably calm, given the circumstances. Hawa grinned, sensing his discomfort, but pleasantly surprised that he didn’t resort to lying. Souleymane considered the short, curvy, Hijab-wearing young Somali gal standing before him. From the coy smile on her lovely face to her confident posture, she looked very much like a woman who thought she had the upper hand.

“Souleymane, come on, you swing both ways, I’m very observant, and before you start panicking, your being a switch-hitter doesn’t bother me in the least,” Hawa said, and as the big man pondered that, she walked away. Souleymane watched Hawa as she walked back to her work station, her break having evaporated during their talk. Nosy gal’s figured out my secret and dammit she sure has a nice big butt, Souleymane thought to himself with a nervous smile.

“You’re intriguing, Hawa, when I first saw you, I must admit you looked soft and sweet, but now I know better,” Souleymane said to Hawa, a couple of hours later. The two of them sat inside McDonald’s, chatting away. Actually, Hawa went in for her fifteen-minute break, and Souleymane followed her inside, leaving John the greeter to watch the door. Hawa was a mystery which I just have to get to the bottom of, or so Souleymane told himself.

“Hmm, what can I say, Soul-Man? I got it like that,” Hawa said, and the young Hijabi winked at Souleymane while sipping on her Pepsi. Leaning back in her chair, Hawa licked her lips, a gesture which Souleymane found annoying…and a bit of a turn-on. With her blue work-shirt over a long-sleeved White T-shirt and a drab, traditional Islamic full length Black skirt, Hawa looked deceptively innocent, but Souleymane saw that glimmer of mischief in her eyes, and he wasn’t fooled for a minute.

“What do you want from me?” Souleymane asked abruptly, trying to catch Hawa unawares. He’d known her ever since he first started working at the Walmart in the west end of Ottawa, Ontario. Just another pretty-faced young Somali Muslim woman whom he found attractive, but at twenty, Hawa was too young for him. Souleymane was thirty two years old, wrapping up his studies in the MBA programme at Carleton University, and he didn’t have time for games.

“Maybe I just want you,” Hawa replied softly, and she leaned toward Souleymane, until her face was mere inches from his stunned visage. For the first time in quite a long while, Souleymane was absolutely shocked, not knowing what to do or say. Got you right where I want you, Hawa said, and with that, she gently laid her hand on Souleymane’s hand, and the brother sighed, looking a bit perplexed.

“Hawa, whether I deal with women or men or both, that’s my business, I don’t know what you want from me, or what you’re getting at, but you should know that I honestly don’t play games,” Souleymane said firmly, not caring who heard him inside the crowded McDonald’s restaurant. Hawa looked at him, and her expression shifted from coy to surprised, actually, surprised bordering on panic. When Souleymane pulled his hand away from hers and started to rise, she pleaded with him to sit down.

“Souleymane, I’m not playing either,” Hawa said, and Souleymane shrugged, and turned to leave, and in desperation, she grabbed his arm. Souleymane paused and looked at her, this tiny, attractive and strange young woman who seemed to have taken an odd interest in him. Why do I keep running into psychos and weirdoes? Souleymane privately wondered, and he thought about his last encounter with a weirdo, and it didn’t go so well.

“If you don’t want to be with me, I’ll expose you,” said Kader Elmi, the slender, effeminate Somali queer dude whom Souleymane made the mistake of getting involved with. Souleymane met Kader at a gathering for Muslim students at Carleton University, and Kader seemed really into him. Souleymane, who wasn’t seeing anyone at the time, made the mistake of letting kapaklı escort Kader suck his dick a few times. That turned out to be a colossal mistake…

“Listen, Kader, I don’t give a fuck who you tell, I knew letting you suck my dick was a mistake, you didn’t even do that right,” Souleymane replied, and with that, he walked away from a stunned Kader. Truth be told, that last bit was unnecessary. Souleymane did enjoy himself those few times when he and Kader got busy in the men’s washroom inside the Tory Building at school, after hours, of course.

Yeah, the Somali queer could suck dick like the best of them, but Kader was mouthy and gossipy and Souleymane didn’t like that. They had some fun together, but Souleymane already knew that it wasn’t going anywhere. Bending Kader over, putting on a Durex condom and stuffing his narrow ass full of dick was fun and all, but Souleymane wasn’t looking for anything serious. Hence why he dropped the fucker like a bad habit. And he’d been extremely careful with potential lovers ever since. Souleymane always used protection with his lovers, female and male. Too bad he couldn’t always screen them for craziness…

“Hawa, every time I break my rules, I end up regretting it,” Souleymane replied, and Hawa refused to let go of his hand. Inside the crowded McDonald’s, people stopped and stared, and Souleymane felt distinctly uncomfortable. In fact, the young Somali Muslim woman totally got in his face. Well, she was almost a foot shorter than him at five-foot-seven, but whatever. Souleymane locked eyes with Hawa, wishing she’d let go of his arm, or explain herself. What happened next surprised the hell out of him…

“Souleymane, I’m not like the others,” Hawa whispered, and then she stood on her tippy toes, and then grabbed him and kissed him. Souleymane was utterly surprised when the young woman threw her arms around him, grabbed him with a strength which he found surprising, and then kissed him with shocking passion. Souleymane could do little but kiss her back at this point…

“Clearly you’re different,” Souleymane said with a nervous grin, when Hawa finally stopped kissing him, leaving him tingly all over. The two of them looked at each other, and in that moment, something changed for both of them. The burly security guard looked at the Hijabi cashier, and they exchanged a smile. When Hawa went back to her work station, she was well aware of Souleymane’s eyes on her. Right before reaching her stand, she paused, turned around and flashed him a bright smile.

“See you again, Soul-Man,” Hawa said, and Souleymane smiled and nodded, feeling giddy with excitement. And that’s how it all began for the two of them. And it turned out to be a most wondrous, exciting relationship. Hawa was hot and fresh, a jolt of excitement into the dreary mess that Souleymane’s life had become. After some hesitation, Souleymane decided to accept Hawa’s offer, and a whirlwind romance followed…

“Oh, you are so going to get it,” Souleymane said to Hawa, after they went back to his place following a matinee at the movies. They’d gone to the Scotiabank theater near the Blair shopping center, and watched Flatliners and The Hitman’s Bodyguard. After that, they went for a walk around the Gloucester area, and somehow ended up at Souleymane’s place. Funny how these things happen…

“Talk is cheap, big man, you better back up what you say,” Hawa replied, smiling wickedly as Souleymane laid her on his bed, and then went to work on her. Tonight the young woman wore a tight-fitting Black T-shirt, with long sleeves, of course, but with Yoga pants, and Black sneakers. Hawa’s long curly dark hair was tucked away under her Hijab, which she slowly removed, baring herself before her man.

“Feisty, I like that,” Souleymane said, and he kissed Hawa full and deep, then began making love to her. They’d been seeing each other for three months. They kept things professional at work, even though everyone knew that they were very much involved. At last, away from prying eyes, the happy couple could finally cut loose, and Hawa certainly hoped that Souleymane was ready for the sexual cyclone that she was about to unleash upon him…

“Put them lips to good use, you smooth talker,” Hawa teased Souleymane as the burly brother kissed her toes, and then began sucking on them. She felt a tingle as he flicked his tongue over them, and then began to work karacabey escort his way up…and up. Until his face was inches from her crotch. Hawa held her breath as Souleymane pulled down her pants, and then her panties. Inhaling sharply, he smiled up at her.

“Supper time,” Souleymane said, sounding both seductive and corny, and Hawa grinned, then spread her thick dark brown thighs invitingly. Souleymane grinned and then slid his tongue into Hawa’s pussy. A happy sigh escaped the young Somali Muslim woman’s lips as the burly brother began teasing her clitoris with his tongue. Hawa hadn’t had any in a while, and Souleymane was just what the doctor ordered…

“Hmm, worth the wait,” Hawa cooed softly, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples as Souleymane devoured her pussy like a hungry man. The Mauritanian Muslim stud put her on all fours, admiring her big round butt. Sliding his tongue into her pussy, Souleymane began eating her pussy with gusto. Hawa pressed her big ass against Souleymane’s face, driving his tongue deeper into her pussy. Things were getting hot, and all Hawa had to do was relax and enjoy…

“Hawa, you’ve been strutting that ass in front of me for months, dammit I want to smash it,” Souleymane paused to say, even as he continued to lather Hawa’s pussy with his tongue. The young woman squealed in delight as Souleymane worked his magic on her, and he watched as she tensed, and then relaxed, crying out as she came. Now we’re getting somewhere, Souleymane thought to himself as he watched an orgasmic Hawa shriek and shudder in his arms…

“Hmm, dammit, that was fun, now, give me that dick,” Hawa said, a few moments later, and Souleymane watched as she got on all fours, and crawled toward him, eyes brimming with lust and wickedness. Souleymane licked his lips as Hawa paused mere inches from him, still on all fours. Their passion had taken them from the king-sized bed to the carpeted floor. The young woman looked up at the towering, beefy, hairy and masculine, dark-skinned avatar of African manhood standing before her.

“Ask and you shall receive, sexiness,” Souleymane replied, and Hawa smiled savagely and grabbed his dick, which hung, hard and dark, between his legs. Hawa inhaled Souleymane’s masculine funk, and then took his dick into her mouth. Souleymane hummed to himself as Hawa sucked his dick, and she shot him a look. Grinning, Souleymane shut up and tried to relax as Hawa’s lovely head bobbed up and down while fellating him.

“Let’s do this,” Hawa said, once she deemed Souleymane sufficiently hard, and the brother nodded. Drawing Hawa into his arms, he kissed her, tasting himself on her lips and not caring. Hawa wrapped her arms around Souleymane, kissing him, and at the same time, drawing him into herself. Souleymane fastened his lips to Hawa’s nipples, and began fingering her pussy. Hawa batted Souleymane’s hands away, and grabbed his dick.

“Hmm, alright,” Souleymane said, and Hawa grinned, and wrapped her thick legs around him, nodding meaningfully. Souleymane rolled a condom on his dick, then pressed his hardness against her, and a sighing Hawa welcomed him inside. With a swift thrust he entered her. Hawa gritted her teeth, welcoming the deliciously hot pain and wicked pleasure she felt inside as Souleymane’s thick dick invaded her pussy. At last, Hawa and her boo were finally one…

“I like it doggy style,” Hawa said, a little while later, and Souleymane watched as the young woman got on all fours, shaking her big ass at him. Hawa’s transformation from pious, conservatively attired and Hijab-wearing Muslim sister to booty-shaking sex kitten was wonderful, and Souleymane playfully smacked her ass before he pushed his dick into her. Just like that, they resumed fucking…

“I like how you roll, Hawa, we’re going to get along just fine, Muslim Freaks United,” Souleymane said, as Hawa rolled off of him, after riding his dick for what seemed like hours. The Mauritanian Muslim brother lay there, his big body covered in sweat. Hawa grinned, and gently pressed her curvy, glistening body against his. The young Somali woman looked like she was about to say something, but what she did next surprised the hell out of Souleymane…

“Awesome, I’ve got to pee, and when I come back, get ready for another round,” Hawa said, and just like that, she got up and headed to the nearby washroom. Souleymane’s eyes followed Hawa’s every move, and he was quite surprised when she stopped, let out a loud fart, then turned around and winked at him. Souleymane grinned and shook his head, and a laughing Hawa disappeared into the washroom. I love nasty Muslim women, Souleymane thought to himself, and he began stroking his hard dick in anticipation of Hawa’s return.

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The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen.

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Back in high school I had a huge crush on a girl named Jenny. I mean a HUGE crush. She had the most gorgeous blue eyes, luxurious dark hair that went down past her shoulders, beautiful full breasts, and a marvelous sultry voice.

Jenny was also fantastic at the art of flirting. Outgoing and friends with everyone, she loved physical contact. Long hugs, light touches on the shoulder, and gentle hand holding during conversation were just a few of the sweet gestures Jenny would use to make you feel really special. When she blew you a kiss she made you feel like the only person in her universe.

Jenny and I were great friends all through high school but I was always too shy to tell her how much I loved her. Instead, I cherished every hug, every smile, every kiss on the cheek, and said nothing.

That is, until ten years later.

I never really cared much for class reunions, and hadn’t planned to go to my 10th, but Jenny had sent me an email a few weeks prior telling me she would be there and asked if I was coming.

For her, I’d go anywhere.

The first reunion event was a Friday night football game at the high school. Neither of us were ever interested in the sports teams so Jenny asked me to meet her in the parking lot where we all used to hang out after school. When I arrived the lot was full of cars but everyone was across campus in the stadium. As soon as I got out of my car I heard Jenny’s voice.

“Well hey there handsome.” Just hearing her beautiful sultry voice made my heart beat faster. I turned around and saw Jenny standing under a street lamp with her hands on her hips.

I had been looking forward to seeing Jenny so much that I wanted to remember this moment forever. As she smiled and began sauntering towards me I took in every detail of her appearance. Jenny was wearing a one-piece, sleeved red dress with a cute little flowing skirt that stopped just above her knees, showing off her gorgeous legs. As she walked her skirt swayed teasingly with her hips and her lovely dark hair bounded lightly on her shoulders. Her black leather boots had two-inch heels and came half way up her beautifully toned calves. To top it off, Jenny’s perfect blue eyes were looking at me through a pair of lovely black-framed glasses, giving her the quintessential “hot secretary” look.

“Wow Jenny,” my voice almost cracked, “you look incredible.”

“Its good to see you too,” Jenny smiled giving me a wonderful long hug. Even the scent of her hair was beautiful.

“We need to talk,” I said as we finished hugging, “I’ve got something I need to say to you.”

Jenny smiled slightly and gently took my hand. “Me too.” She turned around and looked over her shoulder at me. “I know where we can go and not be disturbed. Come on.”

Jenny led me by the hand into the nearest school building. Opening the main door we walked down the hall into a large classroom. In the corner of the room was a door leading to a small office.

“How did you know these would be unlocked?” I asked.

Jenny opened the office door and led me inside. “I just pretended to be a teacher and asked a custodian to leave it open for me when they finished for the night.”

“I’m impressed,” I complimented her as she closed and locked the office door from the inside.

Jenny walked over to the teacher’s desk, hopping up to perch on the edge with her gorgeous legs crossed and dangling a few inches above the floor. I sat down in a nearby chair facing her, not knowing exactly how to say what I wanted to tell her.

“Well?” Jenny rested her chin on her hand, giving me a flirty look. “Are we just going to undress each other with our eyes?”

Her question caught me off guard. I think she loved doing that.

“Um, well…” I started, “I don’t actually know how to say this.”

“Use words,” Jenny cocked her head to one side and smiled, “that usually works best.”

“Yeah,” I said nervously. “Okay, here goes. You remember how much we hung out in high school as friends? Well, what I never told you was…um…” My voice cracked.

Jenny leaned towards me and placed her hand gently on my knee. “Its okay…tell me.”

Deep breath. “I never told you that I had fallen in love with you.”

Jenny’s smile was the sweetest I had ever seen, her gorgeous blue eyes beginning to well up. “You finally said it.”

Her response snapped me back to the present. “Wait…you knew?”

Jenny peered at me over the top of her glasses and nodded. “Yes.”

“Mygod Jen. Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”

Jenny gently caressed my cheek and looked deep into my eyes. “Because I loved you too, and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

My heart jumped when I heard those words. “What do you mean you ‘didn’t want to hurt me.’?”

Jenny stopped smiling and took my hand in hers. “I’m a lesbian.”

My jaw gürsu escort hit the floor. “What?”

Jenny nodded. “I wasn’t sure back then, I just knew that I wasn’t sexually attracted to boys, so I had friends instead of lovers. I’ve been with guys but never for very long. If you had told me you were in love with me back then I would have had to hurt you, and I never wanted to do that.”

I sat back in my chair completely floored. I hesitated to ask, “…and now?”

“Now I know who I am, and I love my life,” Jenny answered. “I only regret one thing, which is why I wanted to see you tonight.”

“What is it?” I asked timidly.

Jenny moved her hand between my legs and rubbed my cock gently through my pants as she whispered softly in my ear. “I want to make you happy.”

Closing her eyes, Jenny leaned in, her lips touching mine in a long sensual kiss. I sighed in pleasure as years of desire and longing began to pour out of me. Her lips parted and our tongues found each other. Her sweet moans were beautiful to listen to, and mygod she could kiss!

After several minutes of wonderfully intense kissing, Jenny pulled back and caressed my cheek, smiling at me lovingly.

“Jenny…” I began, “you don’t have to…”

Jenny gently put her hand over my mouth as if she knew what I was thinking. “Shhh,” she whispered, moistening her lips, “Its okay. You’ve waited long enough for me. I’m not going to make you wait any longer.”

Hopping off the desk, Jenny hiked up the skirt of her dress and reached underneath to slide her lovely black lace panties down to her boots, stepping out of them one shapely leg at a time.

“I wore these just for you,” Jenny smiled teasingly as she placed her panties on the desk. “I thought you’d like them.”

Hopping back onto the desk, Jenny straddled the corner and spread her legs, pulling up her skirt to expose her beautiful pussy. I almost passed out when she began rubbing her clit with her other hand.

“Come on handsome,” Jenny said as she pleasured herself just inches in front of me, “lets see if you can make me come.”

Accepting her challenge, I leaned in closer and pushed her legs further apart. Placing my head between Jenny’s amazing thighs I began licking her pussy.

“Mmmmmm,” Jenny laid her head back and sighed beautifully, running her hands through my hair as I lapped away like a puppy.

“That’s it loverboy,” Jenny encouraged me as I went down on her. “Right there.”

With my hands I lightly caressed Jenny’s inner thighs, causing her body to shiver involuntarily.

“Ooooooo,” Jenny twitched as the tickling sensation from my fingers sensitized her entire body. Her hips began thrusting back and forth in tiny jerks, trying to grind her pussy on my mouth.

The first time my tongue made contact with her clit Jenny gasped. “Ohgod!” She threw her head back and pumped her hips as I worked the most sensitive pleasure spot of her body with my warm moist mouth.

“Ohmygod!” Jenny said gripping my hair in tension. “You are REALLY good at that.”

I smiled, continuing to work her pussy as we talked. “Thank you…(lick)…Ever think…(lick)…about switching (lick) sides?”

Jenny was in a haze of pleasure. “If…fuck…I did you’d be…ohmygod…the fir…dammit…first…ohfuck…to know.”

Faster and faster I teased Jenny’s sensitive clit, thoroughly enjoying her sighs and gasps of pleasure as I worked her into a frenzy.

“Oooohhhh that feels soooooo good,” Jenny rolled her head around, her beautiful hair falling about her shoulders.

I began fluttering my tongue on Jenny’s pussy as fast as I could. She screamed and wrapped her legs tight around my body, her hips bucking hard as her boots slammed into my back on every thrust.

“Oh fuck!” Jenny threw her head back and bounced up and down as the pleasure took over. “That’s it. Eat my pussy! Ohgod that feels amazing!! OH!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!? OHGOD!!!”

I held onto her hips for balance as I kissed and sucked and licked Jenny’s fully erect clit. I could feel Jenny’s entire body envelop me and hold me tight as she came.

“OH FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!!” Jenny was screaming the walls down. I didn’t let up though, continuing to lick and suck on her clit as she writhed on the desk. She tried to pull my head away from her pussy but I took her wrists and held them down on the desk, forcing her to take more from me. “OHGOD!!! NO DON’T!!! OH FUCK I’M COMING AGAIN!!!” Jenny screamed as she came hard a second time.

“OHGOD!!! PLEASE STOP!!! ITS TOO SENSITIVE!!! OHGODAAAAHHHH!!!”

I could feel Jenny’s pussy contracting as I continued to assault her clit with my tongue. I loved Jenny, but there was a tiny part of me that wanted to torture her for playing with my mind all those years, even if it wasn’t intentional. So I kept on.

“PLEASE!!!! NO MORE!!!! FUCK!!!!! I’M BEGGING YOU!!!!! OHGOD NO!!! I CAN’T TAKE ANY MOOOOOOREAAAAHHHH!!!!!”

I hendek escort was raping her clit with my mouth, pulling the most beautiful cries of agony and pleasure from her as she came again.

“OH PLEASE!!! ITS TOO MUCH!!! I CAN’T STOP COMING!!! OH FUCK!!!!! PLEASE!!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!!!”

Jenny’s entire body was bucking so violently we were about to fall off the desk. I licked and sucked her through one more screaming orgasm before finally pulling away.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” Jenny collapsed on the desk, her legs falling to the side and her entire body convulsing in unbelievable pleasure and relief. Tears fell from her beautiful blue eyes, her large breasts heaving from the ordeal.

I moved to the side of the desk where Jenny rested her head and gently touched her cheek, wiping away a tear. As she began to clear her head, Jenny put her arms around me and began to sob. She wasn’t sad, it was just a huge release of tension. I held her tight and lovingly stroked her hair as Jenny cried it out.

“Shhh,” I soothed her, “its okay. You were amazing.”

Jenny’s steamy blue eyes looked up at me. “You were unbelievable.”

I smiled. “Are you sure you’re a lesbian?”

Jenny tilted her head to the side and smiled teasingly. “Are you sure you aren’t?”

We both giggled.

Jenny kissed me on the nose and hopped off the desk. “My turn.”

“What?” I asked sitting up.

“My turn to do you,” Jenny said turning around and pointing to the back of her dress, “unzip me.”

I got up and walked over to her. “Are you sure about this Jen?” I asked unzipping her dress all the way down her back.

“Sure, I’ve done guys before.” Jenny pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let her dress fall to the floor. Her exquisitely full breasts were held beautifully by a black lace bra that matched her already discarded panties.

“Yeah, but if you aren’t sexually attracted to men…” I stopped in mid-question as Jenny unhooked the front closure of her bra and pulled the straps off her shoulders, revealing the most gorgeous breasts I’d ever seen.

“You were saying?” Jenny stood with her hands on her hips fully naked in front of me save the really sexy black boots and her black-framed glasses. Mygod she looked so hot.

“Um…I just was wondering…” I couldn’t stop staring at Jenny’s perfect body, “…damn you’re so sexy…”

Jenny pursed her lips and smiled. “Hey, my eyes are up here.”

I snapped out of my trance. “Oh right…um…wondering if you can actually enjoy having sex with a man. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Jenny took my hand and guided me to sit in the chair. Crouching down, she looked up at me while unzipping my pants.

“For me, this isn’t about sex. Its about love.” Jenny’s gorgeous blue eyes began to well up. “I love you, and I want to give this to you. You waited so long for me. Please…let me give this to you.”

Her words warmed my heart like a sunbeam through a window. Tugging my pants down, Jenny stood up and straddled me on the chair. Flinging her hair back, Jenny wrapped her arms around my neck and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, her piercing eyes locking on mine.

“Ready?” Jenny’s sultry voice had never been sexier.

I nodded. “Yes…I love you.”

Jenny closed her eyes and parted her lips, giving me the most gentle loving kiss I’d ever experienced. Then she slowly lowered her pussy down onto my waiting cock. My hard shaft parted her pussy lips and tunneled into her. Jenny’s mouth fell open as her warm, moist, and tight pussy enveloped my cock inch by inch.

“Ohmygod you’re big,” Jenny gasped as she came to rest her bare ass on my lap, her pussy completely filled with my staff.

I sat still, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being completely inside her. I had dreamed for years about what it would feel like to have my cock inside Jenny’s pussy. As I took in the vision of Jenny’s beautiful figure sitting on my cock in front of me, I knew it had been worth the wait.

Jenny leaned towards me and gave me a long deep passionate kiss. At the same time, she began rolling her hips on my member. The circular motions worked the tip of my cock and put amazing pressure on my shaft at the same time.

“Um!” I gasped mid-kiss as Jenny humped my cock with amazing movements of her hips, her pussy gripping me firmly from all directions.

“Ohgod Jenny!” I finally broke the kiss and laid my head back. “When did you learn how to do THAT?”

Jenny grabbed the back of my head and flashed a sly smile at me. “I’ve learned a lot of things the past few years.”

Pulling my hair to force my head back, Jenny attacked me with her mouth; deep kissing me with her tongue, sucking on my lips, blowing gently in my ears, licking my cheeks, and nibbling on my neck underneath my chin. Her moans and sighs were beautiful to hear as she completely overloaded my senses with her affection.

“Oh ilkadım escort fuck Jen!” I was putty in her arms. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Jenny continued her kissing assault as she began riding my cock, her hips bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. “I love (kiss) you too (kiss) you sweet (lick) sweet (kiss) man. I hope I’m (kiss) everything (lick) you always (kiss) dreamed of.”

“Ohgod Jen,” I gasped from all the sensations she was giving me. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“You don’t have to wait anymore.” Jenny increased her speed, bobbing up and down faster on my shaft. “I’m here fucking you right now.” Jenny could have easily made me come quickly, but she intentionally took her time, drawing out my pleasure so I could just enjoy being inside her.

Jenny noticed I was watching her wonderfully full breasts bouncing up and down with her. She guided my head into her bosom and I latched onto her breasts, suckling on her firm erect nipples as I gave equal attention to both of her glorious mounds.

“There, that’s it,” Jenny said stroking the back of my head as I nursed on her. “Take all of me. I’m yours to have.”

I licked and sucked on her perfect breasts as she increased her speed, humping my shaft faster and faster while I moaned and sighed in pleasure.

Jenny leaned close to whisper in my ear. I’ve got one more surprise for you.”

“Ohgod what!?!” I didn’t know what else I could take.

Jenny smiled knowingly. “This.”

I suddenly felt Jenny’s pussy contracting around my cock and holding it firmly as she bounced.

Ohgod Jen!” I stopped working on her breasts and leaned my head back. “What are you doing to me?”

Jen smiled and contracted her pussy muscles around my cock again. “Do you like that?” She asked already knowing the answer.

“Oh fuck yes!” I cried out. “How are you doing that?”

“I can contract my pussy muscles whenever I want.” Jenny smiled, her pussy gripping my cock again as if it had a mind of its own. “Like that.”

“Fuck Jen!” I gasped. “You’re going to make me come.”

Jenny began humping me at full speed, contracting her pussy to pull an agonizing cry of ecstasy out of me every few seconds. “Go ahead and come then. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Oh shit!” I yelled as another contraction rocked my world. “I need to pull out Jen.”

“Look at me,” Jenny insisted, fucking me into oblivion. I raised my head and looked into her gorgeous deep blue eyes.

“Its okay,” Jen said to me, my cock literally being milked by her amazing pussy.

“But…I…ohgod…” I started to ask when Jenny placed her hand gently over my lips.

“Shhh,” she comforted me. “My pussy is yours. Come inside me.”

Jenny contracted her pussy on my cock once more and actually pulled the orgasm out of me.

“OHHHMYYYGOD!!!” I cried out as I unloaded wave after wave of liquid into Jenny’s beautiful, amazing pussy. Jenny muffled my yell with a long hard passionate kiss as she rolled her hips on my cock, pulling every ounce of liquid from my shaft.”

“MMMMMMM!!!!!” I screamed into Jenny’s mouth as the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced overloaded all of my senses. Jenny kissed and held me through it, her beautiful pussy completely draining my cock of everything I could give.

Jenny brought me down slowly, gradually decreasing her hip movements, contracting her pussy less and less, and her long passionate embrace changing into sweet loving kisses. I tried to get control of my breathing as Jenny stroked my hair in tender caresses. Finally, as our heads began to clear, we both gazed into each other’s eyes…and started to laugh.

“I’ve never been fucked by a lesbian before,” I joked. “Are all of you that good?”

Jenny hopped of my lap and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Nope, just me.”

I smiled as I began putting my trousers back on. “Thank you. I know that must have been…awkward to do.”

Jenny smiled as she put her bra back on and picked up her dress. “You are so sweet, but I told you, I love you and I wanted to give this to you.” She put her arms in her dress and turned around. “Can you zip me up?”

I walked over to her and zipped up her dress. “Jenny…answer me one thing.”

“Sure,” Jenny took her panties and stepped back into them, tugging the lace underwear up her shapely legs and over her beautiful pussy…that I had just been inside.

“Did you…enjoy being with me?” I had to know.

Jenny smiled sweetly and looked at me with those blue eyes I had fallen in love with so long ago. “Yes,” she kissed me sweetly on the lips, “yes I did.”

Since then Jenny has had several relationships with other women and enjoys being physical with them. She is totally open about her sexual preferences and very comfortable about identifying herself as a lesbian. Jen even told me she never wants to be sexual with a man ever again…except for me. Jenny told me I was the only man in her life and that she would always be with me when I wanted.

Jenny and I still meet up from time to time. I never know what to expect from her but we always have a marvelous experience together. Once she showed up with her female BFF from high school and the three of us…well…that’s a different story entirely.

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“All done!” Emily said cheerily.

I squinted at the light as the blindfold fell away. I instinctively moved my hand to cover my eyes but it came up far short. My hands and feet were all held in leather cuffs and secured to the corners of the bed in a tight spread eagle. Emily liked me in this arrangement, and I found myself here often. She always managed to come up with a number of ways to make it very interesting for both of us. Usually, it involved teasing and edging me until I was desperate before finally letting me release in a massive orgasm.

This time, Emily had claimed she had something rather special in store for me.

Blinking several times, I lifted my head to look down at my penis. Emily had been fiddling with it a moment ago, and I was very curious to see what she’d come up with.

“A sock?” I asked.

But no, I looked more closely. It was like my entire penis and scrotum was covered in a tightly form-fitting black mesh fabric. The fabric was joined to a gold ring looped around just the scrotum tightly enough that the balls could not come through. Another ring was looped around both the base of the penis and the scrotum and a third ring was looped around just the base of the penis.

“The metal rings are anodized titanium,” Emily proudly said, but I was more focused on the odd fabric covering.

“Another chastity cage?” I asked.

“Well, you could say that, but this is nothing like anything we’ve tried before.”

As she explained, I could feel myself start to get hard. To my surprise, the fabric stretched and my erection grew unabated. The rings around my penis were large enough to accommodate the full erection. As I watched it grow, Emily started to remove the leather cuffs.

“The fabric is a specially-designed carbon-composite mesh. Go ahead and try it out,” she said, a slight smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

I reached down and started to gently stroke my penis, but the fabric prevented any sensation Porno 64 from getting through. I tried to squeeze harder to get some friction, but wherever I did this the fabric seemed to sort of seize up and stopped me from getting any purchase.

“What the heck?”

Emily laughed.

“I told you this was different.”

I started to examine it more closely, and noticed the fabric had four long ridges running from the base to the tip of my penis. One on the underside, another on top, and two more on each side. There were similar ridges running around my trapped testicles.

“Ah, those are the best feature,” Emily said, as she tapped a button on her phone. “Gentle tease.”

The phone gave a soft beep as it recognized the words. I felt a gentle vibration and some pressure all around the base of my penis. The sensation traveled up my penis in a slow undulating wave. I gasped slightly as it arrived at the tip, and found myself short of breath as it moved back down again. As it started it’s travel upward again, I started to thrust my hips and grabbed it with my hand. But as before, I couldn’t get any sensation through my hand. Anything I tried only dulled the feeling from those ridges as the fabric became more rigid as a result of my attempts.

I gave up on using my hand as I felt myself quickly approaching an orgasm. But as I did, the wave slowed, the vibrations lessened, and the pressure was reduced. I realized there was no way I would be able to finish like this. On the other hand, I was pretty sure there was no way I would be able to stand either.

“This is a gentle tease?!” I managed to ask in between strokes.

She just laughed again though.

“I’ve got some things I need to do this morning, so I’ll let you enjoy that for a while before we explore some of the other features,” Emily said as she walked out of the room.

“Wait!” I called, as I tried to get up to chase after her, but Porno 92 just then that slow wave reached the tip of my penis and I fell back to the bed as my hips started thrusting involuntarily. “Ah… ahhh” were the closest things to words that I managed as a followup before the bedroom door closed.

I could only lay there as the wave receded, and then wave after wave after wave followed. The sensation, especially in the most sensitive areas on the glans and the area around the frenulum, was absolutely unreal. My cock was dripping pre-cum onto my belly. Despite all this, I was not able to orgasm, or even really come particularly close to orgasm. But as long as this kept up, I wouldn’t be able to do anything or think about anything except the maddening sensations on my penis. I was totally unrestrained, but also totally helpless.

I don’t know how long I was there. I was dripping in sweat when Emily came back, an event that barely registered in my mind. She sat in a plush chair we have in the corner of the bedroom and watched me for several minutes. I could feel the fatigue in the muscles in my quads, abs, and gluteals. The wave reached the tip again. All my muscles tensed up as I thrust my hips and struggled to breathe until it at last receded.

She watched me for a few moments more. “You’re in quite the state,” she finally interjected.

I was snapped back to reality.

“Please I can’t take this any more,” I panted.

“It looks like you’re enjoying this quite a bit, but I would really like to try out some more features of your new friend. I think this is perhaps the one you’re most looking forward to.”

She tapped a key on your phone again, and carefully intoned into the mouthpiece some magic words, “Powerful orgasm.”

The phone beeped and the sensations changed immediately. The slow undulating, subtly vibrating wave was replaced by multiple quicker, powerful waves. One wave concentrated on the Pornolar porno tip of my penis and frenulum, while a second wave traveled up and down the shaft. The ridges around my testicles started a gentle vibration as well. It was not long at all before I was pushed over the edge as I once more thrust my hips, pushed my head back and tightly shut my eyes.

A massive orgasm crashed over me as the pent-up energy was finally released all at once. Just as it started, the waves adjusted and slowed, concentrating more on the frenulum and shaft but keeping gentle vibration on the glans. The effect was to prolong the orgasm. Wave after wave of orgasm hit me, and even after I had spent of all my semen, gentle pulses of pressure and vibration managed to keep the sensation going. The waves continued, growing gradually less and less powerful until finally all sensation stopped. It must have gone on for more than a minute.

It was several moments before I opened my eyes again. She was there, watching me.

“How was it?”

“I’ve never felt anything close to that. I didn’t know anything like that was possible.”

I looked down and saw a huge puddle of cum on my stomach and chest. It had just gone right through the fabric mesh. The fabric itself looked like it was still totally clean.

“So, good?”

I just nodded.

“I’d like you to keep wearing it for a while,” Emily said. “There’s lots more interesting things to discover. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to use the cage any more.”

After that experience, there was really only one answer in my mind. “Of course I want to keep going,” I said.

“But if we keep it,” she continued, “then I’ll be in control. It will push your boundaries. I’ll warn you that not everything the cage can do will be quite as much fun for you. You’ll get other opportunities to decide to opt out later, but not for a long while.”

This was a bit more serious than we’d ever been in our chastity play in the past. Especially the idea of not being able to opt out. But I trusted her. And I was still exhausted and in the glow of that shattering orgasm, so maybe I wasn’t thinking clearly. Maybe I just wanted to do anything to be able to experience that again.

“Let’s keep it on.” I said.

Emily just smiled.

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The other shoe drops!

POV = Jesse Wright

The wife Mabel Wright sat, curled up on the couch, quietly sobbing so as to not to disturb her husband. Afraid of another berating, afraid of another beating. Afraid of being raped again. Afraid, afraid.

He was strolling around the house preparing to go out for the evening. He had a date waiting for him to swing by and pick her up. Snickering at the good fucking he had forced on his slave wife. Well, good for him anyway. She no longer had an opinion he had to consider. Jesse whistling as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully combing his hair back.

“Damn! It’s Good to be the King!”

As he left, he growled at her “Bitch, don’t wait up. Go to bed at ten tonight. Get your slut ass out of bed and have breakfast ready for me at seven, tomorrow morning. Go to work and see if the shop is going to open. If not, take the rest of the morning to start looking for another job. Be home by noon and fix me a hot lunch. I’ll let you know about your chores for the afternoon and what I will expect for supper.”

He shut the door firmly behind him without another word. She could hear him get in his truck, start it up and pull out of the driveway. Off to do whatever he wanted to do this evening. Off to do whoever he wanted to do it too this evening.

This was the next few days of numb despair and hopeless submission for Mabel Wright. Lucky for her, her husband was getting laid by somebody so he only raped her once more that week.

She endured.

What else can a woman do when the man owns her?

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POV = Mabel Wright

The ex-wife Kate Deever, had come looking for the alimony and child support owing from her missing ex-husband, Kenny Deever. Since there was no one else to accept responsibility, the Bank made it clear they would cooperate with her taking over the shop. They didn’t want to have another embarrassing write-off due to their poor lending practices. She had worked there for years before she and Kenny had divorced. So Kate knew how to run the business.

There wasn’t enough equity to settle the outstanding personal debts and business loans and the mortgage on the burnt house. The Insurance Company had made it clear that they refused to reward arson. What was left of Kenny Deever’s house would eventually be bulldozed and the plot sold at no profit for anyone.

The shop did reopen, at least I still had a job and Kate is a competent and a fair boss. That took some of that pressure off of me. Of course this meant that I couldn’t be home to fix my husband’s ‘hot lunches’.

Jesse just shrugged it off with a casual punch to my belly. Just to make it clear he was still the master of the house and I better not fail to prepare whatever supper he would order me to fix.

At least half the evenings I didn’t even have to do that much. Jesse would call me and tell me he would not be home for supper and what time he expected me to be in bed.

Last night he came home roaring drunk. I think he had been celebrating winning a big bet in some football pool. He wanted to fuck but was too drunk to maintain his erection and of course it must be my fault. So my Loving Husband punched me around for a few minutes before exhausted he staggered to the bathroom and made a mess in there. Then he fell into bed and I had to get it all cleaned up before he awakened.

I have had one piece of good luck, one bit of peace. My precious little ones do not have to watch and listen to their mother being tormented. Jesse never even asked where they were! My Sister-in-Law Lucy and my Mother-in-Law were caring for James and Joan at Lucy’s house for a while with her twins.

Lucy’s husband Rodger Norris has also disappeared. He is presumed to have driven off into the sunset in a drunken stupor. Except it was just an old Nissan pickup he was last seen driving, not a Mustang.

The next morning, grumbling about his hangover, Jesse sneered at me as I cringed from him while serving his breakfast. He ordered me to go get dressed for work. I think he was going to be gloating all day, thinking of the humiliation for me having to publicly display his masculine dominance to everybody I worked with.

The other women, even Kate, commiserated with me, offering their sympathy for having to put up with my husband’s abuse. The youngest girl, she was new to our town having married a local boy while they were both in the Service. She asked me why I didn’t go to the Township Police.

That set off bitter laughter from all the rest of us women. “The cops here are all male and grew up together. Hell, probably most of them are related by blood or marriage to half the township. Here the police are a family business. They can’t be bothered with domestic disputes.”

In a small voice, Kate muttered “Sometimes, even the death of a woman at the hands of her husband will at worst, be officially recorded as Rokettube porno an accident or suicide.”

Then a couple of the women, in hushed tones, named two of the dead women they had known, who had been so callously, officially ignored.

That afternoon, Kate needed some paperwork from her missing husband’s attorney and the lawyer sent Margie, who is a paralegal and the wife of my husband’s best friend. She looked at my facial bruises and the awkward way I was walking, with horror on her face. Before she left back to her office, Maggie asked Kate if she could use her office to talk privately to me.

Marge bluntly asked “Mabel! Why the hell are letting Jesse treat you like this? Damnit, our office would give you a loan against your inheritance. You could get away, go to the Capitol, get a divorce attorney. Your husband would lose big time if you got a divorce before your Uncle dies.”

Confused, I had to have her explain about my Uncles Last Will naming me his heir to all the main property he owned. He had it leased out to a neighboring rancher for an adequate annual income to pay for the hospice he is lingering in. Even the taxes and assessments were paid up.

I finally understood what she was telling me.

A faint flicker of hope went through me.

Then she dropped the Big Bomb on me. “Yeah, uh your husband and I. Uh,we, well dammitt! Jesse and I were uhmm, talking a few weeks ago and I told him about it. I thought he would have explained it to you by now?”

I stammered something out to Marge. Trying to fob her off so I could think about this news and what it meant for my situation. Realizing I needed to be alone to think, she left after urging me to come in and talk to her boss about what I could expect when my Uncle passes.

Kate was kind enough to leave me to myself in her office for the next half-hour. I quickly realized that this knowledge explained a lot! Like, why my husband hadn’t kicked me out and divorced me.

Oh, we’ve all heard Jesse’s drunken rants, just like his father, against “Cheating Wives and Girlfriends”. “Once a slut cheats, she’s always a cheat and never give her a break.” “Women should be harshly punished for disrespecting their husbands or boyfriends.”

Considering the times Jesse had stepped out on me over our marriage, how come he doesn’t owe me any respect? Where’s his duty to his family, his wife and children? Pretty damn low on his list of penis-driven priorities.

All that puffed up pride and swaggering Male domination, damnation? of us unworthy cunts. Yeah, his “universal” and “absolute” “moral” qualms against women accused of being unfaithful.

That hypocritical bullshit was so easily, so conveniently forgotten when there is a fortune to be seized. An inheritance to which he has no legitimate claim except through me. And only as I dispose!

But I had two immediate problems to resolve. My husband was hiding the evidence that could convict me of murder. And no one, not even the local police would protect me from him if he decided to become more violent. Even if he held our children hostage from me.

If he thought I might escape his chains, he would either expose me as a adulterous killer or beat me to death himself if he thought he would lose access to my inheritance. His ego would figure, without the inheritance there is no longer any reason to keep me around any longer.

I hope he doesn’t realize that if he did kill me, my inheritance would go to our children with him as legal guardian. If he isn’t already planning to do away with me. It’s just a matter of time, till that horrible thought occurs to that horrible man!

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If I can drunkenly murder the man I loved…

Sober, can I murder the man I hate?

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Do I have the courage to strike before he does?

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Jesse slammed the door open as he stood there braced up against the jamb. I’d guess so he wouldn’t fall down. His bloodshot eyes squinted at me and with a sneer he greeted me with a drunken slur. “Hey! There’s my slut wife!”

Behind him, his two friends Brad and Stoner left him propped up, to stagger their own way back to their pickup with shouted ribald jokes about how Jesse should ‘do’ me. A couple of the neighbors stepped outside to see what the hell all the racket was about. Mr. Polanski shouted at the two noisy jerks to shut up! Children were trying to sleep.

They drove off with a crash of gears, a squeal of tires and a blare of horn to let all the neighbors know they don’t give a fuck about their complaints.

Jesse just wavered his way in and slammed the door shut behind him. He knew better then to get into another confrontation with Polanski. Our long-time neighbor had been a lumberjack and a trucker. Now he was Union Local officer. Rus porno Last time Jesse got into the big Polack’s face it was Jesse whose face got rearranged.

I kinda hoped for a repeat performance but I guess my husband wasn’t that drunk stupid enough yet. Pity.

He staggered over to the kitchen table and plopped himself down in his chair. Propped up from one hand on the table and his other draped over the back of the chair. Jesse gave me a glare and snarled “So killer, where the fuck is my supper!”

He laughed as I flinched at the name calling. I got his plate out of the warm oven, pulled off the aluminum foil I had covered it with and placed it in front of my husband with some utensils. He looked down and sneered and demanded “What the fuck is this slop! Gimme a beer!”

I took a cold Pabst out for him and set it in front of him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close as I stammered “Tha, that’s what you told me this morning to fix you. Pot roast and potatoes. Just how you like’em.”

I scrunched up my face in pain from the way he was twisting my wrist. He enjoyed my look of pain and fear when he wanted to hurt me. But I didn’t dare say anything. Complaining would setoff his hair-trigger temper even worse. On a drunken whim I guess he just shoved me away. I barely kept from falling down by ramming my hip into the counter and desperately hanging on.

My husband laughed as he watched me limp away, rubbing the bruises on my wrist. Sucking down the beer between a couple of mouthfuls of meat and potatoes. Then he just shoved the plate away, tossed the can into the trash and got up to get himself another Pabst out of the refrigerator.

Wandering into the living room. He threw himself on the couch and started flipping through the TV channels. I went to recover his plate with the foil and set it in the refrigerator.

I followed him into the living room and as he didn’t seem to be fixated on any of the shows, in a timid voice I asked if he wanted something else to eat?

“Stupid bitch. Get me a bag of chips.”

I got down a large bag of the extra-spicy barbecue chips he likes and opened it before I took it too him. I was cleaning up the kitchen when I heard him yell for me.

“Get your fat ass in here, slut!”

I rushed in, just in time to have him throw the empty beer can at me bouncing it off my left boob. He thought that was a funny joke. “Get me another, stupid.”

I brought in another beer, he was still chortling and I doubt if it was whatever TV show was on that was setting off his funny-bone. I could hear him loudly chewing on the chips.

Back in the kitchen I stopped and steadied myself against the sink counter. I could see a faint reflection of my face in the night-darken window over the sink. I looked at myself and realized my chance has come. Make myself take back my life or I’ll never have the courage to free myself from his cruelty.

My hands had been shaking, in fear, anxiety, I guess? But the shivers stopped, I held them out and they were almost steady. As steady as my newfound resolve.

I opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a bottle of bourbon whiskey and left it on the counter by the sink.

With a deep breath, I turned and walked back into the living room. This time I pretended to cringe and duck as the can he threw came right at my face. Just as I had expected. He about fell off the couch laughing at my pretense of fear, spilling chips all over.

I turned and went back to the kitchen and opened another can of beer, then pored some into a plastic cup I set aside for later use. Using a long-neck funnel so it’ll go deep into the can I then poured in a shot of whiskey and swirled it around.

After taking it out to Jesse, he just drank it with mouthfuls of the spicy chips. Far as I could tell, he didn’t even notice the change in flavor from the added bourbon. He’d have a good laugh every time he hit me with a can. Each time I replaced one, I added a good shot of the bourbon.

He was barely able to focus his eyes when I sat down on the couch with him. Now for the really dangerous part. Trying to trick my husband into revealing where my lover was buried. With the evidence that could convict me of Kenny Deever’s murder.

Jesse started roughly pawing at me, barely able to control himself, muttering about giving me the ‘good whore fucking’ I deserved.

I started whispering how strong and manly and how clever he was to dominate a bitch like me. I rubbed his crotch telling him what a super stud he is and how all the other women want to take him away from me because his cock is so big and he’s the boss cocksman of the town.

I continued to whisper “You knew how to get the job done and could beat the crap out of any wimp who crosses you. I’m just a stupid whore to have told him where Deever’s body is hidden and Jesse would always own my ass and cunt and mouth.”

‘Yeah, you stupid whore, just Seks filmi a coupl’a miles past the railroad crossing to the Four and up the creek.”

That was the most coherent sentence I could get out of him. Two more beers, each with another shot of whiskey and he finally passed out. Now I had to make a decision. Did I learn enough? That bit about ” the Four and up the creek”, I’ve heard that before. I think, no I’m sure I have! And I don’t think it was the night I went crazy and killed Kenny. From some time before that terrible night. I was wracking my brain for a dim memory.

I watched my husband sprawled across the couch, drooling like a pig on a pillow. Fuck! I jumped up and away as his bladder let go and he pissed his pants. Looking down at him brought up the memory of his asshole father laid out in his well-deserved coffin. Like father, like son? A whispered prayer from my mouth to God’s ear!

Then I started to remember from years ago, a barbecue at his parent’s trailer home. The men, standing around the glowing kettle in the graveled yard. Drinking and smoking dope as usual. Bullshitting as usual. I was sitting in a lawn chair next to the door stoop. It was a lot cooler out here then inside the doublewide.

I had to get out of the crowd of women and children inside. I think I was like six or seven months pregnant with Joan at the time. The heat of the crowd and the cigarette smoke and noise of everyone chattering at once was making me feel sick.

Suddenly Jesse and his father started loudly arguing over a hunt they’d been on a few years previous. Must’a been the liquor talking, they kept interrupting each other just to wind up repeating what the other man already had said. Stupid drunk talk! What the hell else could you expect from those two?

A few years before this time, the two of them had been hunting on some ranch land and a sudden storm caught Jesse and his father, by surprise. They found shelter in an abandoned mine tunnel. It was in the Rockyhills, a creek ran down from it to County Road Four. A couple of miles past a railroad crossing.

Okay, now I was confident that I could find the secret grave.

Now it was time to kill my husband.

I don’t know how much he’d had to drink before his buddies brought him home. I do know he’s had another eight or nine beers and I’d guess about a half-dozen shots of bourbon, since he got here.

On top of about half a bag of chips. All that spicy, salty, oily crap can’t be any good for him.

Gathering my courage I went into the bathroom and got out a children’s enema kit, took out the bag and soft plastic hose with a contoured insertion point so as not to damage the child’s anus. And I hoped it wouldn’t leave any marks down Jesse’s throat?

I went back in to the kitchen and emptied the rest of the bottle of bourbon into the bag. Then I slathered the inserter and the tube with olive oil. This, with a small wooden spoon, I took into the living room.

Kneeling down next to my snorting, snoring husband, I dripped some whiskey on his lips to get him to open and start suckling at the tip of the inserter. That triggered an automatic response, he opened his mouth enough to get the big end of the spoon in to hold his teeth apart.

I began to feed the tube in, trying to time each push between his breaths to get it down his gullet and not into his lungs. He barely moved except for jerky shudders of his limbs. He was sweating like crazy and his breathing seemed to be getting erratic.

Once I figured I had the tube in as far as it could reach, I opened the spigot and with slow squeezes, fed the rest of that bottle of 90 proof right down into Jesse’s stomach. If the info I read on a pamphlet at the Pediatrician’s office was correct, this should be enough extra alcohol to kill my husband. Or, if somehow he did survive, it’d do him enough damage that he’ll no longer be able to hurt me.

One last squeeze of the bag and I pulled the tube out, then the wooden spoon. Already his skin was turning a sort of greenish-blue and his breathing was coming in fits and starts. I checked the tube had no teeth marks.

I had to hurry now. I rinsed out the enema kit and then put the bag and tube back into its box, then squashed it down and stuffed it into my sack purse for later disposal.

The beer cans I rinsed out and then swilled with some left over unadulterated beer from the cup of excess beer I had saved earlier. I doubt if the cops would even check but I can’t raise my babies in prison. So I had to be methodical destroying evidence.

The cans and the empty whiskey bottle I made sure I got Jesse’s fingerprints all over them. Forcing the sprout of the bottle into his mouth for whatever residue that would leave for evidence. Dropped a couple of cans on the coffee table, scattering the rest of the cans and the empty bourbon bottle on the floor by the couch. I left all the lights and the TV on.

Jesse was looking pretty peaked. His breathing was slow and harsh, he was gulping for air. Sweat was pouring off of him, his arms and legs were no longer moving except for some faint twitching like he’d been shocked.

The spoon I rinsed off, slapped myself hard in the face with it right above my right eye and then threw it out the back door into the children’s sandbox.

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