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My name is Rachel Winston Jacobs. And I am a Muslim. I was born in North London, England, and lived there my whole life. When most people think of a Muslim woman, I’m not what they think of. I stand six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I was born in the United Kingdom to conservative Anglican parents. I was a student at Cambridge University when I had a crisis of faith. I discovered that I could no longer follow the doctrines of Christianity. Thus, I found myself drawn to Islam. At first, I was afraid. How would my family react? How would my friends view me? Yes, I was afraid. Well, not anymore. I walked away from the life of a Godless woman and Western Feminist and converted to Islam. The true way. Islamic submission is the path that all Caucasian women should follow. For these reasons, I married a handsome Saudi gentleman named Ahmed Farouk and moved to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to be with him. I renounced both my Christian faith and my British citizenship, along with my Feminist ideology.

Presently, I am at home, preparing a meal for my husband Ahmed. He comes home after a hard day at work. Ahmed is a tall, lean man with dark bronze skin, Black hair and dark brown eyes. I met Ahmed while we were both studying at Cambridge University in the United Kingdom. Even though he was thirty nine years old and I was only twenty, we clicked instantly. At first, Ahmed and I clashed. I was a British gal after all and he was a conservative Muslim from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. We had different values. I felt that Islam oppressed women. Women couldn’t be Imams. Women couldn’t wear certain types of clothes according to the rules of Islam. Women had to always behave and dress modestly. It seemed to me that Islam had a million rules for women but none for men. That was my western, deeply feminist way of thinking. Well, Ahmed was patient with me and in time, he helped me see the light.

Feminism is unnatural, ladies and gentlemen. Men and women are not created equal. The man should çarşamba escort be the head of the family, and of the household. The woman should be the heart of the family, but male and female minds fundamentally differ. That’s how Allah in His Infinite Wisdom created Man and Woman. Thus, according to the sacred rules of Sharia Law, men are the natural leaders and women were made to follow. At first, I had serious problems with that. I grew up in a modern British family. My father Henry Jacobs is a lawyer and my mother Annette Winston Jacobs is a policewoman. She’s a lieutenant with Scotland Yard, actually. My mother is a feminist and a liberated woman who believes that men and women are equal. She was deeply shocked to hear that her proudly feminist daughter was rejecting the ways of the western world for the rules of Islam. A lot of White men and White women are astonished to discover how so many White women are converting to Islam left and right. The sister of former British Prime Minister Tony Blair converted to Islam. And so did a certain blonde-haired and green-eyed White female professor at Saint Edwards University in the State of Texas, in the United States of America. Fidelma Anne O’Leary is my idol. An educated White woman who rejected the ways of feminism and of the Godless western world for the rules of Islam. May many of my White sisters worldwide find their way to Islam. Feminism is wrong. Islam is the way!

I cannot thank Allah enough for bringing Ahmed Farouk into my life. When I think of my old life, I shake my head in disgust. I look at pictures of me playing with my dogs Marquis and Lucky. Dogs are considered Haram or unclean according to the rules of Islam. When I converted and became a Muslim, I thought about giving away my dogs or putting them to sleep but my parents came and took them away from me. I cannot stand those Godless men and women I see walking around with dogs. Dogs are not man’s best friend. Dogs are considered Haram or unclean according çaycuma escort to the sacred rules of Islam. As a devout Muslim woman, I do not question the rules of Islam. When my parents vehemently opposed my marrying Ahmed, I told them that I was leaving the family. I did not need them anymore. I am a Muslim woman. I cannot associate with unbelievers, even if they happen to be my mother and father. They’re Christians, not Muslims. Since they are numbered among those who believe in the sacred teachings of Allah, their very lives do not matter. My parents are Infidels. They believe in Jesus Christ, whom Islam says was a mere mortal. I cannot associate with such people. Thus, I happily walked away from my feminist ideology and my Christian family and embraced my new life with Ahmed Farouk, my wonderful Muslim husband.

Ahmed Farouk and I moved to the City of Al Bahah in Southwestern Saudi Arabia. My husband and I embraced our new life together. I now proudly wear the burka and I don’t miss my old life of walking around in tight T-shirts, jeans and skirts. Those were the trappings of a Godless life. I now pray five times a day and fast at the appropriate times like during the sacred month of Ramadan. I feel sorry for all those White women in Europe and North America who still believe in the madness of feminism and its principles of gender equality and female empowerment. If Allah wanted woman to rule and man to follow, Allah would have given woman a penis and he would have given man a pair of breasts. That’s the conventional wisdom shared by every man in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. You might think I miss being able to walk down the street by myself, voting, or driving a car. Female drivers are forbidden in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Once, as a feminist raised in Godless Britain, I would have disagreed. Not anymore. Women are not equal to men under the sacred rules of Sharia Law. Thank Allah for allowing Ahmed into my life for teaching me this.

Please don’t çayırova escort be frightened by what I say, ladies. I encourage as many White women as possible to convert to Islam, marry Muslim men born outside North America and Europe, and move to Middle-Eastern nations. The western world is too secular, hypersexual and dangerous for true Muslims. Too much temptation. Life for White women is much better under Sharia Law. Ahmed and I are a couple like any other couple. We have our good days and bad days. Sometimes I misbehave and Ahmed has to punish me. Those few whacks of his belt or lightweight stick don’t bother me too much now and the bruises actually go away after a couple of days. I now accept that I must say yes to my husband’s sexual demands. That’s the role of a prim and proper Muslim wife. My husband really likes anal sex and he enjoys making me get on all fours before sliding his penis into my rectum while calling me an infidel whore and a dumb slut. I accept this as a form of role play and I play along because I want to please my husband as a good Muslim wife. Besides, anal sex is not explicitly forbidden in Islam so it’s okay. The sex can be rough sometimes but I submit to it because to be a Muslim means a life of submission. I accept this because it features prominently in the Koran. I dare not question anything that is in the Koran. To do so would make me a bad Muslim.

I know that my choice of lifestyle might frighten some of you. A lot of White women in Great Britain are marrying Muslim men and converting to Islam. Yet they’re choosing to remain in the Godless, pro-feminist world of the Infidels. I consider that living the life of a Muslim woman halfway. To be a true Muslim woman, the White woman who converts to Islam should follow my example. You should move to a Muslim country. The more conservative the better. Egypt and Libya are okay but the best country for a White female Muslim convert to live in is the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. My White sisters…are you with me? Please join me in this beautiful country. Abandon feminism and its lies. Enjoy life among the Faithful…in a nation of the Faithful. Leave North America and Europe behind. Move to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and marry Saudi men, the most open-minded men in the entire world. They really know how to treat a woman.

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“It was amazing… But not even that, because it always is.

This was… Different.

Almost like there was something in the air, and the parfum was filling our heads with thought of lust and love. You… You (I want to say for once, but I know that isn’t true) felt the same way I did. We wanted the same thing, and we wanted it bad.

You were completely into it; Enjoying yourself while I enjoyed you and enjoying yourself while you enjoyed me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many pleasure soaked moans coming out of you just from teasing with my warm wet mouth.”

(“You teased the hell out of me.”)

“And even when we were slowly making love.. Which is what it was… (making love I mean) I wasn’t the only one who had to try to be quiet. I saw your face. It may have been dark, but I saw it. You were biting back sighs with every gentle thrust.

(“To be completely honest, if I did conceive last night, I’m glad it WAS last night. It was perfect.”)

Whatever it was to cause this… Some company testing a new toxin at your house, pent-up sexual frustration, or just the wanton love of a couple that used to be in such dire need of affection… It was incredible.

I’d like to say never again will we do it as we once did, but that isn’t true. In today’s “lingo” (and man am I dating myself when I say that), quickies in the morning, getting pounded a bit before work, sharing a shower because there’s no where else to be alone… They’ll all still happen.

You’ll still wake up in the early morning before the sun with your arm wrapped around me, your hand resting on my pelvis and your sweet breath warming my neck. And I’ll still wake up to you pressing your engorged member into the small of my back, it pleading for a little TLC.

We’ll still roll over sleepily, kiss each other awake and make love slow and steady until someone releases. And when that happens, we’ll still kiss each other, whisper I love you, and nod back to sleep. To some, it may all be for naught, but to us, every second we can spend connected in such a way is heaven on earth.

(I suppose you can say that each second we’re with each other in such a fashion is one more second taken off the years we both spent alone.)

And yes, we will still take a little time and explore each other’s bodies before you head off to work. And yes, (I promise) I will still stand at the door when you come in after a long day with my apron on, breasts bouncing slightly with every step, the friction of the coarse cotton making my nipples erect and firm. I shall never disappoint you… Fresh iced tea in bucak escort hand, I will ease the knot out of my apron, and stand there in all my naked glory waiting for your hungry lips to ravage the most secret of spots.

And, (forever) yes, we will slowly undress ourselves, caressing every new bared inch, licking, kissing, nibbling, until the floor is littered with our heavy garments, and the steam rising from the awaiting shower clouds the room. We will still step gingerly into the hot water, still wash the other, soap on skin, skin on skin, until we are clean and dirty and clean again.

But I must digress. When the chance comes, and our soon to be kids are asleep, we will fetch the fluffiest blanket in our linen closet, and we will undress each other (once again every inch being sucked, flicked, and rubbed) you will once again set yourself gingerly upon the couch, and I will tenderly place my body in yours, facing you, legs slipped to either side, and we…

[We shall once again feel the passion the was like electricity in that room. I swear it, though I remember it vaguely, the moment your shaft first probed into God’s most heavenly valley, all the years I’ve spent pining, waiting, unloved, dissipated from our bodies through our already slick skin. While you were inside, every pulse, every throb, every time your pressed against my forbidden fruit, I felt newer, cleaner (though that may be ironic) more fresh. I felt no more hate to those who’ve shunned me, and I felt the purest bliss.

And in the second that you tense up and release deep inside me, every drop diluted all the pain. And, as we now wish, I’m almost sure one drop was rushed to where it belongs. Just as I am sure, though only one day after, that deep inside my once-virgin womb, a tiny, lovely child is starting to grow.]

We shall feel that bliss once more. I will gently rest my warm, moist alter on your pelvic region, letting you relish in the emanating heat, before I guide your hands swiftly to my bosom, allowing your fingers to entice my nipples until they peak. My head thrown back in a breathy sigh, you will instinctively lean in to kiss and nibble the creamy white skin that is now bared. I will be able to feel your penis throb against that oh-so-sensitive nub hidden between my thighs, and the combination fills me with want and desire… and need.

I will scream. Or, I will want to, and if the new circumstance allows, I will, and if not, I will lean in quick and allow your soft lips to engulf my own, my scream swallowed with the delicious juices your mouth has created,

Slowly, bulancak escort like it was all I’ve ever wanted, I will lift my body onto my knees and reach between our sweat-glazed bodies to palm your thick manhood. My thumb will graze the smooth head as quick as a long awaited breath of wind on a hot day, and as my thumb reaches the other side, I will quickly put my weight back on your lap, engulfing you into your own little piece of heaven.

Quickly then, your will hands move to my waist, each palm perfectly cupping the protruding bones there. Firmly, lovingly, dazzlingly, those hands once coveted by none will press me against you, holding your phallus deep inside and holding me against you. I will see you looking up at me and the new four inches of height the couch cushions give me will give you what you call “the most wonderful sight you’ve ever seen” My swollen and slightly bruised breast are at your eye’s level, and my nipples, which you so skillfully made firm, are feathering your cheeks each time I inhale.

Your eyes will once again be filled with over-powering lust, and my right hand will leave the wall behind us and place my awaiting breast by your mouth. Teasing your lips will only work for so long because as skilled I was, your skill will be far greater. In the blink of mine eye, My breast, nipple and all, will be sucked deep into your mouth, your tongue playing with my protruding nipple, flicking it as one would a bothersome mosquito.

And then… My eyes will go wide. Another scream will be tugging at my vocal chords, and as the first orgasm (one of many) erupts out of me, my delectable juices coating the curly hair your penis calls home, I WILL scream. Impossible describes my ability to deny it. Your eyes will say, “shhh” but your smile will say, “more.”

And more I will. I can feel myself swell and tighten around you, pulling you in wanting you deeper, thicker. Your mouth will release my now tender breast, and you will once again cover me with kisses. Kisses so swift, so wanton, that they encompassed my heavy breasts, to my shoulders, then my neck, my flushed cheeks, and finally my awaiting mouth before I even had a chance to exhale. Your fervent lips upon mine will only fuel the blazing fire we will create, and kisses will be shared until our lips are purple.

“Faster,” you’ll say, and simultaneously your firm, callused hands will drive my pelvis onto yours, and my hips will start to bob. Each movement a little quicker than the last, but each long and sinfully planned, the length of you sliding out bulanık escort til the tip teases my engorged sex, and painstakingly glided back in.

A small moan will then escape your lips and a louder one from mine, and my second, more powerful orgasm is slammed out of me in tune with the quick thrusts. I feel you come back inside me, every inch hitting all the right places, and before you are able to leave, I tighten around you, drawing you in deep, and I release yet another, louder scream and you leave, a fresh wave of ecstasy swimming over me, through me, and onto your slick waist.

This time your mouth will find my chest on it’s own. You will duck your chin and suck my lonely left breast into your mouth. You’ll suck hard, and the brisk feel of your teeth on my tit will drive me to the brink. “Hold on,” I’ll whisper, and the muffled, “Mhm” from your busy mouth will give me the get-go. Harder and harder will I feel my cunt –

(I am completely on fire at this point, and his torch has lasted too long. I’ll need to douse it, and I suppose for this, I can’t help stop from being profane.)

– driving onto his shaft. I’m on top, but I can feel his warm, cum-filled balls graze my ass with every movement. “Soon baby, please soon,” I’ll whisper as I continue harder, faster, more wanting.

I know he can’t take it when I do this. The hot-warm-cold-warm sensation of being pulled completely out and then being driven back it is euphoric. “You know I love that. It feels amazing… Oh!! Grace*!! Oh!” And he will groan a loud, guttural moan, and press my hips onto his dick with such force I’ll swear I can feel it hit my womb. And I will moan as the hot, decadent liquid fills me to the brim.

A fierce, passionate kiss will be shared, and I will sit with his cock resting inside me. Softening by the second, it still has enough solidity to be rocked against. He will be able to tell I don’t want him to leave me, and even if his cock becomes sensitive, he will allow it.

After a few moments, the kiss will be broken, and he will look up at me, gently wipe my forehead with the back of his hand, and cup the back of my neck. I will rest my head in the hollow of his neck, and slowly, so very slowly, I will lift myself off of him, and onto my own couch cushion. He will then carefully stand himself, for his legs are unsturdy from his recent release, and after a moment of fumbling for a towel to bring me, he will return and lovingly wipe my slit, tender but firm, catching all of our combined juices. And once he deems me clean, he will sit down next to me, and carefully cradle my head in both his hands. A hard kiss will be pressed on my lips, and then he’ll let my head fall into his warm lap. Instinctively, I will curl my legs onto the other half of the couch, and fondle him gently as we nestle ourselves into each other, slowly waning from the intense pleasure we just felt.

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Bill and Marie Part 2- Exploring Together

They wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight with everything they wanted to talk about.

That was Marie’s thought a couple days after the events at the hot spring in the mountains. How that night blended into the rest of the weekend…they’d shared an amazing three day weekend because the day at the hot spring had been a Friday both she and Bill had been lucky enough to have off.

Both were still incredibly turned on but hardly talked on the ride home.

What did happen was to keep things on edge. As they started down the road, Marie had pulled her top off again in the fading sunlight and ditched her bra in the back seat. Her shirt felt different somehow as the fabric brushed over her nipples. But it felt amazing, like she was electrified with a laser focus on the sexual energy. The air felt like the temperatures were dropping, not because they actually were, but her skin was warm from what she felt in every part of her. The entire day played over and over again in her mind as she sensed the movement of the car.

Marie was glad Bill was driving, otherwise they’d be pulling off the road and camping in the car without clothes. Not a bad idea, but she had other ideas for when they were back in their own bed.

Plus, she was afraid that if they stopped before getting home, she’d have Bill turn around to go back.

It wasn’t a problem, but she just needed the space to breathe and examine how she felt. As much fun as it would have been to stay, she knew that stepping away to figure out the experience was the better option. Anything after that would be a fully aware decision not driven in the heat of the moment, even with how badly she wanted that too.

Bill noticed her nipples very clearly pushing through the fabric of her shirt even in the darkened setting of the car. He became aroused and hardened thinking of how sexy his beautiful wife had been. Something had clicked for him too, but it was more of watching her let herself be free and open about her desires. Fulfilling those desires opened him too in letting his mind wander into fantasies he hadn’t had since college if he’d ever had fantasies like that at all. Watching two naked women kiss his wife was a sight beyond the words he could ever fathom.

Marie noticed his hardening cock through his shorts, which made her realize her own wetness.

Both of them were straining against their own pure lust by the time they pulled into the garage of their home. The silence in many ways was equally deafening as it was comforting for both of them.

Leaving everything in the car to clean up in the morning, they started to head into the house. Just as she closed and locked the door behind them, she felt him behind her. His right hand took her arm as his other came up to caress her left breast. Softly he pulled her into him, caressing the sweet, sweaty, and slightly salty nape of her neck causing her to moan gently as she fell into his control.

Bill’s right hand explored along the edge of her shorts again making her shutter.

He flipped Marie around against the door and pressed his entire body into her. Without warning, he whipped her shirt off and his other hand unbuttoned her shorts to leave her standing naked.

Her creamy white skin and glowing strawberry red hair were perfect.

His clothes fell away as he moved towards her pressing her again into the door. Bill’s stiff cock nearly drover Marie over the edge as the skin on skin contact began and continued deeper even though it was outside of her. Just the thought of it made her even wetter while he devoured her nipple with his tongue and one of his thumbs found the sensitive part of her hip.

This made her moan loudly.

Unable to control herself any longer, she grabbed him by the hand while pushing him away slightly. She didn’t stop until they were in the bathroom. Getting the water as hot and as steamy as they could both handle, she pulled him in. Soaping off his dick, she wanted it clean and ready. That done, she kissed her way down and sucked his cock right in to deep throat him. It was the first time she had done something like that, not wanting it any other way.

The hot water running down over her, flowing freely off the tips of her nipples, and between her legs only helped. But the sensation of her husband’s throbbing cock hitting the back of her throat felt glorious while she sucked on him like there was no tomorrow. It also made her clit throb.

Her inhibitions were gone in a way she never thought they could be.

Marie massaged his balls and cock until he couldn’t hold back. As Bill began to spasm, she backed off enough to let his cum fly onto her face and breasts. The warmth combined with the water only served to turn her on further.

Standing up, she wiped it off of her and took her fingers into her mouth after she got each bit. His cum was slightly salty, but tonight she craved it. Except a little bit.

She took it and rubbed it bergama escort into her nipples, making her feel closer to him. It was sexy.

Bill wasn’t to be outdone though. He flipped her around under the running water. His hands dove in between her legs to massage her lips and clit. Her hands massaged her nipples as she felt him grow hard again with his cock resting between her butt cheeks. The pressure on both sides and the running water gave her one of the biggest orgasms she’d experienced to that point.

Both of them were spent. Soaping each other off and exploring the other’s body as if it were the first time, they made sure they were clean after everything. They dried off and crawled into bed.

Clean skin on skin and the warmth between the sheets calmed them down for a much needed break. Both of them were truly spent and needed it before they could do anything more. But they were ready for what the morning would certainly bring. While they cuddled and dozed into a gentle sleep, Marie softly asked Bill a question.

“We talked about exploring before. Today though made me think that we really should without any inhibitions; we should come up with new ideas and fantasies to try. Nothing held back and no limits. I want to try more than I had ever thought about until now. I know you said you would be, but are you? Willing to be that open in trying new things I mean.”

Quietly, a very satisfied Bill responded in the dark.

“I agree, and yes, I am. Seeing you feel sexy and amazing drove me wild. Let’s see what happens.”

“Where should we start?”

“We already have unintentionally. But we need to decide what’s right for us.”

“It was hot, especially kissing those two and riding you so publicly. Your cock is beyond words. But yeah, we need to better understand what we both want.”

“Let’s take our time and you should take a little more of the lead. My ideas could be a little out there, so you doing that will make sure it stays comfortable and fun for both of us.”

“I can’t wait,” Marie said quietly.

With that, they fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her. The arm under her neck came around and his hand rested on her left breast, feeling her heart beat. His left hand rested on her thigh massaging mindlessly as they both drifted off to sleep. Both dreamed about what they had seen that day and it made them horny in their sleep for what was certainly to come.

It was a deep and wonderful sleep.

Around 2 AM, she awoke but was still nearly asleep when she felt his finger massaging her clit. His cock was stiff between her butt cheeks again, but he was sound asleep. Without thinking she rolled up onto him and slipped him into her soaking pussy.

Softly they rocked back and forth. It was blissful sleep sex. Neither were fully awake, but enough to enjoy this and remember it even through the darkly lit room. Not having much, he came inside of her causing a small orgasm for her as well. Satisfied, she rolled back and they fell asleep without thinking about it any further but feeling fulfilled.

They slept until 9:30 AM that Saturday. Both needed it even though they were usually up around 6:30.

It was a slow wake up as Marie felt a light pressure on the edges of her pussy lips. Bill was still sound asleep, but massaging his wife’s body in a way that she loved. Gentle and tender, but very clearly sexy in a way that communicated passion.

As he faded back fully into sleeping, his hand dropped away. This gave her a chance to roll over and watch him sleep. She knew her husband was dreaming about something enjoyable with how hard he was.

After a little bit of watching, she slipped out of bed to get some coffee while letting him recover.

The fabric of her soft cotton bathrobe felt good against her otherwise bare skin. She felt it graze, glide, and sooth her with every step. Marie was both comfortable and very alive simultaneously, loving every second of it. It was very clear of everything that had happened. Finishing her coffee, she slipped into their home office. Ready to explore, she opened her laptop to begin looking at sexual activities that might appeal to her. All of the ideas that were on even just the first page of her screen almost overwhelmed her.

But they got to her as thoughts began to run freely of the feelings she wanted to experience.

She became very aware of the slightly cooler air around her in the room as her skin flushed with warmth from what she was reading. The sensation of the cotton resting around various parts of her body only heightened it further.

While Marie was that focused and aware of what she was feeling, she was equally engrossed in reading the information in front of her. A site she had picked covered the most common subject of toys. It was intriguing though and after yesterday had her attention. She had never considered the idea of using a butt plug during sex. While looking at those, it led into seeing biga escort prostate massagers for men. After watching a couple of very hot videos on it, she liked the idea of trying that with Bill to see how much more powerful things would be for him, especially with her giving him a handjob as well. Curiosity over the butt plug with a tail from it was also lingering in the back of her mind. They would need to find a local toystore.

The thing she missed though through it was that part of her robe had slipped down her smooth skin, leaving her left breast uncovered.

Marie’s rock hard nipple stuck straight out. Not a fact missed by her husband as he slipped in silently.

Bill’s light, gentle, loving, but equally passionate kiss on the bare skin of her neck and shoulder caused her to jump nearly out of the house. But his hand wrapped around her waist calmed her instantly as he let his fingers slide under the cotton to find the edge of her hip to stroke it. Everything was powerful for her.

With his other hand, Bill turned her around in the office chair to face him. His 6 foot build was amazing to her. The shorts and boner didn’t hurt either. Her focus wasn’t on that for too long though.

He was kissing along her neck and collar bone. Every part of her chest was sensitive.

Kissing along slowly, it didn’t take long to find her breast bone. His hands pushed the rest of her robe out of the way to leave her sitting naked with her husband kneeling in front of her. No time was wasted to tease the bottom of the left breast with his soft kisses while his one hand pinched her right nipple lightly and the other hand lightly scratched her side. This made her soaking wet.

Surprising her though, he started to move. His lips were kissing her left hip with his teeth grinding lightly into her skin while his hands picked up speed.

The kissing led down the crease between her pelvis and leg to her soft, smooth pussy lips where his nose and mouth disappeared. His face may have disappeared from view, but that was because she put her head back closing her eyes while his tongue found her swollen clit. He introduced a light hum as his tongue swirled between her lips. Sensations of the pleasure spread through her, making her body truly electric radiating out from between her legs as it flowed to her toes, fingers, and scalp.

Bill knew he was doing great when her pussy flooded while she tensed. Not letting up, he was able to make it intense enough and then back off to stack orgasms. Four or five times in, he figured it was time to give her a massive release. Her body was frozen as his tongue finally grazed across her clit to let her explode in a loud rush taking her breath away. It was the most massive orgasm she’d ever had.

Regaining consciousness and movement, she leaned into the smiling face of her husband to kiss him. The taste of her on him turned her back on.

It would need to wait though.

He convinced her that they should go get lunch. Frustrated at the abrupt action, she figured out he was doing it to tease her when they got dressed and he put on the loosest shorts possible. It was a game to go nuts while doing otherwise normally boring things. This could get really interesting.

And it did with the flirting that went on as they went through driving and eating their burgers.

What she wasn’t expecting when they left the restaurant was that he was turning away from home. She was right, it did make things more interesting as they pulled into an adult toy store a few miles from their home. Both of them had driven by many times and she had never gone in. Bill smiled.

“So, I did stop after we had talked about starting to explore because I figured we’d end up here at some point. It’s clean and I think it’s pretty safe.”

This was a bit of a surprise, but Marie was up to it. More the shock of what was going on got her attention. She was ready though and hoping to find some toys to help them explore even further. They took their time in the quiet store teasing and flirting as they looked at different things that intrigued them. Feeling between her legs were only enhanced by seeing the slight bulge between his from the ideas that were flowing as openly as the cum from her pussy.

Some of the things they agreed on were some soft hand restraints, a blindfold, and a large bottle of lube.

She decided to throw all caution to the wind and just try some new things all at once. One dildo caught her eye that was a vibrator that could fill both her pussy and butt. The other one that caught her eye was double ended. After yesterday’s events, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to have around.

Joining Bill in the men’s toys, he was looking at ideas for cock rings. It didn’t take him long to decide on one to that would only slip on, but would vibrate both him inside of her and against her clit. That fact was not lost on her when she looked at it. Nearby were prostate massagers and after a little bit bornova escort discussion, he agreed to at least try it out. They also picked up a DVD with a variety of fetishes to let themselves get some more ideas of what to try out.

The afternoon was still going with teasing and looking forward to trying out some new things. But where to start?

Slowly was the best option.

Tension was building for both of them. They wanted a huge release after flirting and teasing all afternoon.

Stripping down to just underwear, a tank top, and laying out a comforter from their bed in the living room, they slid the disk in to start watching it. Even though they had porn on their computers and streaming feed, this made it a little bit easier to see a number of things without having to search. The first scene was a warm up with an all female threesome that included some BDSM. Bill watched as his wife laid there with her legs spread feeling herself and watching the scene. It wasn’t something that they had really discussed, but she seemed to be enjoying it. That made him hard while her hands roamed up and down her sides, pressed the spots on her hips, and occasionally twisting her nipples through the white cotton tank top or massaging her clit through the light cotton of her panties.

This gave way to a scene that neither expected.

A couple flirting transitioned into a sexy strip tease leading into the bathroom of an apartment. The woman was entirely naked and it didn’t take long for a blowjob to begin. But it was followed by a surprisingly sexy golden shower as the guy let loose on her chest and down her body. Marie started masturbating furiously as she saw this. Bill wasn’t far behind.

Suddenly, Bill felt her grab him and lead him to their bathroom by holding his cock. Kissing him deeply, he felt the fabric of her soft cotton top and underwear pressing against him as she pushed him into the wall to make it as close as possible.

As she backed away from him, she looked him square in the eye and said, “Let’s try that.”

Turning the hot water on in the shower, she kneeled down. The warmth of the water ran down the back of her head. Some of it continued running through the soft shirt to her butt. The rest went along feeling amazing from dripping over her shoulders, causing her chest and nipples to show through the thin cloth. It was a perfect look for her.

It continued to her abdomen; from there it made the cotton between her legs entirely see through.

Bill was incredibly turned on, especially when she motioned him closer.

Amazingly, he was still able to do what she was asking. He began peeing on her chest which was warmer than the water. The temperature difference made her orgasm and shudder when it hit her. Not wanting to feel it through the cloth, she pulled her top off and exposed herself to it. The erotic experience of fully releasing herself to this made it feel even closer to her husband. Everything was different, naughty, sexy, uninhibited, and a free connection. It caused another orgasm.

He felt the same way. On finishing, he decided to make this an equal experience for her.

While getting onto his knees after pulling her up, he slid her underwear off and kissed the point of her lips that showed. His tongue worked back into her slit making her shudder again.

Looking up, he asked her to go ahead. This was a surprise. But he honestly wanted to keep it equal.

Some maneuvering with the hot water was needed, but it felt good on her back as she let herself not only pee in front of him but on him. It was even more erotic to her with the thought of a little bit of domination. It was time to try something new.

Soaping off for both of them, she kept slapping his hand away from his cock. As much as she wanted to take him right here, there was a new idea that popped into her mind.

Drying off, she told him to go lie down in bed and relax. Waiting for her felt like an eternity.

She came back with lube and the prostate massager, smiling deviously. To add to it, he had her use the handcuffs on him. It was an immediate increase in the tension between them for the pure desire and raw lust they felt. Making sure everything was lubed up, she slowly worked it into him. With how gentle she was with it, he began to understand how it felt for her. The tip of the toy found his prostate with her using it to massage him slowly.

Adding to it, she began stroking his cock. It was harder and slightly larger than she had ever seen it. After a few moments, she decided to really do something new. Leaving the toy in him, she swung over him and lowered herself in reverse cowgirl. The soft white well toned skin of her back was just the proverbial icing on the cake as her tight pussy wrapped him deep into her. Rocking back and forth while gaining speed, she also moved the toy around slightly. His senses overloaded as he stiffened from the sexual stimulus. He did his best to massage her back and butt, at that point though he couldn’t think of anything else.

Her thought was right. His cock let loose inside of her releasing stream after stream of hot cum deep inside of her. It filled her and began spilling out as her body released her own orgasm. His cock was stretching her to a new limit.

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“You’re such a good friend to me, Vic!” she said as we hugged.

Was there ever a more disappointing phrase to hear from someone you hoped you had a shot with? I dropped Carina off at her dorm’s entrance after our night out. Did I deceive myself or did she hug me harder than on previous occasions? I felt her breasts crushing against my chest, causing a subtle stirring below. But all too soon she released me, turned around and went to her room. I had accompanied her to her formal House function in our final year of university. And for tonight it seems I would be accompanying myself to my own room and release some of the built up pressure in my jocks. Nothing new.

To be quite honest, I was a good friend to Carina. We had met in our first year of varsity as our Student Houses were paired. We were all confused freshmen during that time. The male Houses were responsible for building parade floats and the female Houses were responsible for decorating banners and such. It was during this period that we met and first started becoming friends. Carina is the typical girl-next-door. Her dark brown hair contrasted beautifully with her blue eyes. Did I mention I was a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes? And of course like all young men at that age are able, I quickly gauged her breasts as a full C-cup with a body to match. Not athletically slim but beautifully curvy where it matters. I, on the other hand, was built like a prop forward rugby player: stocky, broad shouldered and not conventionally handsome. At least I didn’t think so. A typical Afrikaans farmer’s boy.

During that time we were both involved in long-distance relationships from our respective home towns. Mine lasted slightly longer than hers and of course that led her to start playing the field as it were. And as the years went by, boyfriends and girlfriends came and gone… And my various subtle advances to Carina were politely deflected. So I resigned myself to the fact that our friendship would probably not blossom into anything more, even though a pang of jealousy would occasionally rise whenever I saw her with anyone else.

After we graduated, each of us decided to continue with our post-graduate degrees. This was partly due to the fact that I couldn’t find a job in time and that she wasn’t quite ready to bid the life of a student good bye. We eventually enrolled for the same course. This obviously meant that we were doing a lot of studying together. I was still living on campus but Carina moved to a flat off campus. At this point I felt comfortable with our friendship. I started to realize that there was more than one girl out there and actually started to catch a few campus girls flirting with me. I am usually totally oblivious of the fact when I am being flirted with. But it seems that being unconventionally handsome were quite a few girls’ cup of tea. It was towards the end of the year that I started to notice a change in Carina’s attitude towards me.

A group of us decided to go out drinking and dancing at a popular Joburg hangout. I was driving Carina’s car as she declared roundly, “Tonight I’m getting blind drunk! These last few exams were hectic and I need to let my hair down.”

I picked her up at her flat and so the night began. She was wearing a shorter skirt than she would normally wear. I didn’t pay this too much thought. I did however sneak a few peaks of her smooth legs as the skirt hitched up while she was in the passenger seat. She may even have caught me creeping. But we just continued chatting about how relieved we were that the final exams were over.

A cheap version of Absinthe was recently introduced to the Joburg party scene. To the delight and subsequent regret of many revelers… Everyone was chasing the green fairy. We danced and drank late into the night and early morning. Carina frequently sidled up close to me. Her excuse seemed to be that the place was packed but I did notice that after each Absinthe, our bodies got closer and closer while the grinding got harder and harder. She seemed to enjoy feeling of my hardening knob as it poked into her hips. I noticed that Carina was wearing a thin red g-string that stuck out the top of her black skirt. Whether this was by accident or for my benefit I wasn’t sure. As the night wore on, Carina received a lot of attention from other varsity guys. Since my place in the friend zone was secure, I didn’t think too much of it. I just knew that she was getting hammered very quickly. Unfortunately for those guys it seemed that Carina was not taking the Absinthe too well towards the end of the night so I decided to collect her and taker her back home. Like any good friend would do.

On the way home Carina was in no condition to preserve her modesty. Her skirt had ridden so high up her thighs that I could see the red triangle the g string cut on her mound as she slouched in the passenger seat. In the dim light I thought I could make out that she at least had a bikini wax going on. The thin fabric pulling taught over her pussy had slightly shifted to reveal part of a smooth lip. Concentrating balçova escort on the road was incredibly difficult, I can tell you.

When we arrived at her flat I was too tired to drive the extra distance to get to my dorm. Carina was lucid enough to give me permission to stay over. I helped her out and guided her to her door. We struggled to get the door unlocked but finally we were home safely. I made myself comfortable on the couch. She started undressing in the lounge by first pulling her buttoned blouse over her head, getting stuck for a moment.

“Close your eyes if you don’t wanna see a strip show”, Carina slurred. Her skirt followed her blouse as I sat wide-eyed.

“Could tonight be the night?” I wondered. But just as the skirt hit the floor, Carina made a beeline for the bathroom. I heard the green fairy making an encore appearance behind the closed door. I think it was safe to say that tonight would definitely NOT be the night.

“Carina? Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”

Silence.

I opened the door and got an eyeful of Carina’s gorgeous ass that was split by the thin string of red fabric as she was hunched over the basin. She was not in a good way. I helped her get cleaned up and in her pj’s and put her to bed. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and two aspirins to sit next to her bed. When I set it down she opened her eyes slightly.

“Thanks Vic. You’re such a good friend. What would I do without you?”

“Yeah sure, don’t mention it. If you need anything just call me okay?” I curtly offered.

Carina then promptly passed out and I wasn’t called for. Thanks for nothing you fucking green fairy….

Some weeks later the same group of friends got invited to a farm outside of Joburg by one of our other friends. The plan was to drink, barbeque and watch movies the whole weekend. We each were given a list of items to bring. Of course, alcoholic items made up the vast majority of the list. We were going to be miles away from any neighbors and we wouldn’t need to drive anywhere. So we made sure we had enough of everything.

Carina and I were going in the same car to save fuel costs. We could fit our share in her little hatchback. Today she was wearing cute shorts that showed off her shapely legs and a tight t-shirt. The air-con was on full blast on this hot summer’s day. The cold air caused her nipples to poke through her t-shirt in sharp points. I wondered what those nipples looked and tasted like… I needed to concentrate on the road again so we made some small talk. All the while trying to ignore what happened, or didn’t happen, a couple of weeks before.

“So how’s the job hunting going, Vic?”

“Its going slowly. I’ve went for a few interviews but nothing seems to be coming my way yet. But my cousin who immigrated to the USA sent me an email last week.”

“Oh really?” she said with a tone of apprehension in her voice. I didn’t think much of it yet.

“Yeah. He’s got an earth moving equipment operation going on that side. He’s doing really well for himself. He told me that if I didn’t come right with a job for next year, that he had one for me.”

“Are you really considering it?” she asked me with wide eyes.

“Well I suppose so. I mean I haven’t had any success from job hunting. And I don’t have much tying me down here. So why not?”

“When are you going?” she asked.

“I’ve sent in my documentation to the US embassy so I’m just waiting to be called up for my interview with them. If everything goes well, I should be out of here in two months’ time.”

“Wow, that’s quick. I’m so happy for you!” Her tone of voice seemed to indicate the opposite. I gave her a puzzled look but she was staring out of the window. Could it be she was upset that I was leaving? The rest of the ride we spent in silence.

As soon as we arrived and parked the car, Carina seemed her old self again.

“Vic, reach back there and get us both a beer. Let’s start the weekend! We’ve got to celebrate!”

I was relieved to tell you the truth. I wasn’t relishing spending one of my few remaining weekends with angry friends. I cracked open two pilsners and handed one to Carina.

“Cheers!” we saluted as we clinked our bottles together. Now, as was tradition in our group, the first beer was to be downed. Somehow Carina always beat me.

“Its all about relaxing the throat muscles, Vic!”

“Well you WOULD know all about that you slut”, I joked.

“Practice makes perfect”, she winked back at me as she sauntered away, leaving me to unpack. Was it just my imagination or was she swaying her hips a little more than usual as she walked away? I just didn’t know with this one anymore….

What followed was a Friday and Saturday of cooking meat on the fire, lots of shooters and cocktails, swimming in the farm’s dam and watching movies from our childhood. The Little Mermaid is an amazing work of art when you are drunk. We had to take a shot every time Sebastian the crab complained about something. bandırma escort We were all broken by the end. We also played a mild round of truth or dare. I ended having to kiss one my friend’s girlfriends. Carina laughed at that but it didn’t seem genuine. One of the other girls had to tell us which fingers she used to masturbate and I was later dared to suck on those fingers. Carina looked me in the eye as I completed my dare. That was about the raunchiest it got in public. The guys who brought girlfriends, or could find a willing girl, all disappeared for various lengths during the day and evening. But Carina was never too far away.

As the evening got colder we started moving inside again. We all made our beds in the large living room in front of the TV as we watched Ghostbusters. Carina climbed into my sleeping bag next to me and laid her head on my chest as I held her. Being more than tipsy I started stroking her exposed lower back. She shivered slightly as I trailed my fingertips over her soft skin. She suddenly lifter her head and kissed me full on the lips. I was stunned at first but then returned the kiss, slipping my tongue over her lips. I turned slightly and she lay down on her back giving me access to her breasts that I immediately started cupping over her t-shirt. I heard her gasp softly as I grazed a finger over a sensitive nipple.

All around me I heard similar furtive noises from dark corners… it seems that we had some privacy in the midst of all our friends. I slipped my hand under her t-shirt, feeling her smooth stomach contract as I slowly moved my hand higher and higher until I felt her bra strap between her breasts. All the while our tongues slipped over each other as our kisses started to gain more and more intensity.

She surprised me by grabbing my stiffening cock over my shorts. It was my turn to gasp. Her groping fingers were thoroughly exploring my bulge. I slipped my hand under her bra and cupped a breast, rubbing a thumb over an erect nipple. Carina arched her back while she undid the clasp from behind, giving me unrestricted access. I lifted her t-shirt over both breasts. Luckily it was dark but we didn’t have an audience as everyone seemed busy with their own demonstrations of lust. I broke the kiss and took one nipple in my mouth as I tweaked the other one with my hand. Carina reacted by shoving her hand into my shorts, trying to bypass my underwear. I think she was pleased with the giant wet spot of pre-cum that started to spread on my jocks.

I unbuttoned her shorts and slid the zipper down… I could feel her waiting pussy was very wet as well, judging by how soaked her black cotton g-string was. I pushed it down a little, cupping her entire mound. She didn’t have a Brazilian… she was complete nude of hair. Her juices slathering my hand, allowing me to slick her entire pussy. I bit her nipple gently as my finger found her clit at the same time. She bit back a groan and pulled my head hard against her breast. She finally got my underwear out of the way and started pumping my fully erect cock with her hand.

She pushed me onto my back and put my hand under her pussy. She guided my middle finger into her as she started to ride my hand. At the same time she grabbed my cock, tugging furiously on it. I arched my wrist in such a way that I could reach her g-spot with my fingers as I massaged her clit with my palm. Our noises started to get louder but we were still quieter than the rest of the gathering. The excitement built in Carina’s hips as she bucked harder and harder, almost crushing my hand with her pussy while she throttled my cock.

“If you keep playing that hard with me I’m going to cum very soon”, I whisper in her ear.

“Go for it… I’m almost there too…” she replied huskily.

She clenched her legs around my arm and I could feel her pussy quivering as she slowed down her bucking but pushed my finger even deeper into her. Her warm juices covered my entire hand as she came on my palm, biting me in the neck in an effort to stifle her moans of ecstasy. The look she had on her face is what sent me over the edge. At that exact moment I came by shooting a long rope of cum into the air. It slapped down onto my stomach, her back and our blankets. I shot more streams of thick cum over us until my orgasm subsided.

She rolled off my hand, panting. Lying back, she smiled at me.

“I probably shouldn’t have done that”, she said through a naughty smile.

“It was as much my as your fault”, I replied. “But I don’t regret it. I’ve been trying to get closer to you for a long time. What’s changed?”

“I’m not exactly sure. I just know that when you licked Tanya’s pussy rubbing fingers, I wanted some of that too. I’m glad you don’t regret it. I enjoyed it too.”

“Well the night isn’t over yet… Come with me”, I said as I got up and helped Carina to stand up. I pulled her by the hand to an empty bedroom in the farmhouse. I let her sit down on the bed as I stripped her t-shirt and bra from her body. Her gorgeous bayraklı escort boobs were now completely free. Her pointed nipples were rosy red and aroused at my previous touch. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts. My cock was starting to stir again at the sight of her sitting shyly on the bed. I knelt between her legs and pulled her shorts up and over her thighs, tossing them on the floor. The only clothing left on her body was her black cotton g-string that had crept between her pussy lips.

I took one of her feet and kissed her ankle, planting tiny kisses on the skin as moved to her calf, and then her thigh. My lips pressed more firmly the lower I slid, finally resting my mouth against her warm hole over her underwear. This I then slipped it from under her ass and over her legs. At last, being completely naked, I knelt over her pussy again while holding on to her knees. I admired the site of her spread pussy lips, glistening. She blushed a little as she saw the look on my face. Seeing her reddening cheeks made my cock jerk.

I dove straight down and started licking her pussy lips. Nibbling on each a little bit as I swirled my tongue around her sopping wet hole. Both my hands grabbed a breast and pinched a nipple as my tongue started to dart into her gaping pussy. I was trying to get my tongue as deep into her as I could so I can taste her full essence. Nothing in this world has ever tasted that good.

I put my mouth over her swollen pink clit, sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and arched her hips. There was now no escape. I slipped a hand between her legs and inserted a finger into that slick pussy while I massaged her clit with my tongue.

“Two fingers, Vic, please….” She gasped.

I obliged and curled my fingers to get to her g-spot. I was much more effective this time because as soon as I touched it, Carina’s bucking became more violent.

“Yes please! Don’t stop! Right there…”, she moaned.

I was pumping my fingers into her as hard as I could. Suddenly her legs stiffened and she grabbed a pillow to put over her face. She started shuddering as her juices came pouring out over my hand. Her muffled cries were still loud as she came as hard as any girl I’ve ever seen. Her juices squirted out in short bursts but it soaked my chest and neck. She pushed my hand away and rolled onto her side, hugging the pillow tightly as she slowly came back down to earth…

“Wow, Vic… if I knew you could do that to me… I would’ve grabbed you a long time ago…”, she said breathlessly.

“Well if I knew you could squirt, I would’ve tried much harder too!”

“That’s only the third time ever I came that hard… But I could only ever make myself quirt. Nobody else has ever had that effect on me”

“Well I’m glad to be of service!” I chuckled looking mighty pleased with myself.

“But now it’s your turn….”, she growled as she pushed me onto my back. She took my half stiffened cock deep into her mouth and I was immediately mesmerized. She bobbed her head up and down over the whole length of my growing cock. She took it out of her mouth and started to peer critically at it.

“I couldn’t see how big you are in the dark.”

“Well at most I’m probably just 6 inches. Hardly a pornstar sized dick”, I defended.

“But nice and thick…” she said as she took me into her warm slippery mouth again. She could easily take my whole length into her mouth and throat. I’ve never had a deep throat experience before and I was amazed that she could do it so effortlessly. No wonder she could chug a beer like that…

“There! I think that’s hard enough”, she suddenly announced as she straddled over me and lowered herself onto my newly stiffened cock. There was a slight resistance when the head parted those lovely lips but then our combined juices let me slip up into her right to the hilt. Her eyes immediately rolled back as she placed her feet under my arms. I grabbed her hands to stabilize her as she started bouncing slightly on my cock. Feeling her muscles massage my length and gently tugging at my cock was incredible. She leaned back slightly giving me an unobstructed view of her fully aroused clit and pussy lips locked around my thick shaft. With each rising motion her tits jiggled beautifully. I was getting even harder when I felt her pussy clench me tightly. Her eyes shot open and a wordless cry escaped from her mouth as she came again but with a little less intensity.

I let her slide down and lie on her back. I knelt between her legs again and slipped my stiff member into her. She was still coming down form her previous as I lifted her legs over my shoulders. I started riding her deep stick, our bodies making slapping noises as I slammed into her. My balls were smacking her ass with every thrust.

“Yes baby… fuck me hard…. Just like that…”, she panted as her eyes locked with mine. I saw the lusty need there again. I redoubled my efforts as I lifted her ass slightly of the bed and plunged into her as mightily as I could. I was splitting her pussy wide open with my rigid, arching rod. Her pussy lips almost felt as if they were sucking my cock when I retreated and hungrily accepted the fullness it offered when I plunged deep into her again. She was playing with her engorged clit as my thrusts gathered intensity.

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As soon as he heard her name he was excited to meet her. He was having dinner with his friend who mentioned she was going to meet up with some people. Something about just the sound of her name struck a nerve within him. He needed to put a face to the name.

She didn’t disappoint. Her eyes sparkled as she extended her hand to him. Her touch was firm, yet feminine. Her hair was a reminder of the sun kissed beach bunnies from his home of California. It was her smile that stole the show. He couldn’t have asked for a more perfect set of lips to look at. She had defiantly made his night so far.

Their communication was brief for two reasons. The first being that he knew himself and what his weaknesses are. He gets too excited and overzealous, which leads to him coming on too strong. The second was that he had no idea if she was taken or not. The second point would be answered briefly.

Within minutes of her arrival, another man walked up beside her, and she snaked her arm around his waist. Their demeanor suggested that they were together, or at least had been intimate at some point. Well no harm in flirting a little anyway he thought. With a shrug, he began to banter with her.

He was playful, and it seemed to be reciprocated. They seemed to flow through their conversation, and it seemed liked a little momentum was building between them.

They were not the only ones who noticed. Soon, other guy had his hands on her legs, or scooting closer to her. They went out to smoke, and other guy sat next to her, hand on her back. Peeing around her wouldn’t have been as noticeable as this was. All he could do was smile about it. There wasn’t really a chance this was going to happen. He was having fun with it.

They did have fun, playing off each other words, high five-in each other, just having a great time. He felt like there were sparks all over, but she was hard to read. Plus there was the other guy, so it was just fun right?

The moment that changed happened in a blink of an eye. She was looking at him, and said something. He forgot what it was because he was kind of lost in the moment with her. She stuck her tongue out and something lit in him. A desire he hadn’t felt since his heart had been broken. This had gone from playful banter to a little fire between them. He felt something for her; he wanted to know more of her.

His thoughts then began to drift to other areas. He thought of her tongue. He wanted to taste her mouth, wondered how she kissed. His desire began to grow. He wanted to feel her skin on his, he wished to touch her, feel her softness, and hear her pants of desire. He wanted to know how she moved, what it felt like to wrap her in his arms. How would she fit in his embrace? The questions began to swirl.

He wondered if she felt it too. She seemed at moments to be interested, even felt like the heat was reciprocal. Her eyes got bigger when she talked with him, she smiled often. There was a gleam in her glance. It was intoxicating.

Finally the dam broke. She handed him a slip of paper. It was out of sight of other guy, which confirmed that there might be something unofficial going on there, but that she was interested. It contained only one short message. Hilary- (319)555-1771 Call Me Soon.

He was floored and flattered. How could this have happened? All the second guessing came to wondering, would he be the second guy? Was he ok with it? What would the harm be in calling…?

So, a few days later he texted her. Immediately she seemed happy to hear from him they had a good few texts and decided to meet at the same place they had met a few nights before. He was nervous, but I couldn’t let the opportunity pass him by. As he prepared he had no idea what to expect. He searched for that feeling of nervousness, or fear. Neither resided in his gut this time. He was full of energy and excitement. He was ready for this.

He arrived about fifteen minutes before he was supposed to. He wanted to make a good impression, but also wanted every second with her he could get. It felt like an eternity before she arrived. When she did, nothing could have prepared him for it.

She walked in the door, almost as if coming from a movie. Her hair swung freely around her jean jacket. The brightness of her white shirt was complimented by the darkness of her jacket. Her skin looked as though if touched her avşa escort she would find she was made of cream. Her hips swung with a womanly gate that made his imagination stir. He couldn’t wait to touch her.

He wouldn’t have to wait long. She smiled as soon as she saw him and immediately they were hugging. She smelled wonderful, and she fit better than he could ever have imagined. Her form melted into his and it felt like the hug lasted forever. In truth it was just a few seconds. The after effects would linger inside of him for a long time after. The excitement carried through the night as they had a few drinks, and laughed together. After a little bit, they played some pool on a secluded corner of the joint. There were some great moments, that would be considered typical, yet because of the players in this dance felt electric. She feigned not knowing how to shot a shot so that he would he would have to lean against her to help her out. He would stand across the table as she shot admiring the view of her beauty. They would touch hands occasionally, and every time the electricity of it shook him.

After a few hours, came the part he was excited about, and yet was unsure of. We walked her out to her car. The night was clear and crisp. Normally a parking lot wouldn’t be romantic but with the brightness of the stars, and the girl he was with, it wouldn’t have mattered if zombies were about to attack, he was lost in the moment with her.

She walked to her car and turned around leaning against it. There was some definite tension and excitement. I wanted, no needed to kiss her. His curiosity of what she would be like, the feel of her lips, the texture of her tongue was eating away at him. Every time she had stuck it out at him drove him nuts. He needed to see what it would be like. He chatted while waiting for his moment.

It came a few moments later. She reached up to hug him again, and he kissed her check. She lightly, almost inaudibly moaned. I felt it against vibrate his check, more than actually heard it. He kissed her again a little closer to her mouth. He felt her turn her head towards him. Instead of kissing her right then, pulled back a little bit to examine her eyes. He saw the willingness of her to offer her lips, the softness in her eyes, he wanted to build the yearning a little more.

She tilted her head a little, and he knew it was now or never. In unison they moved slowly towards each other. The space between them gradually closed and soon their lips and made contact. It started out soft and gentle. Their lips met, his breathing quickened melting into the kiss, feeling her lips part only slightly. Their lips separated, and came together several times. What started as light touches began to grow into hungry nibbles. Soon tongues where moving, and the passion was increasing as the kisses grew longer.

His hands moved from her back to her hips, to her hair. He pulled her closer, feeling her smaller frame crush against him. She moaned several times in his mouth as their passion heightened. He felt her hands roam on his back; he relished her touch, and even jumped when her hands found a bare spot of skin where his shirt had ridden up.

He took her hair in his hands and almost reluctantly pulled her mouth from his. By doing this, by her hair, he exposed her neck. He immediately began to nuzzle on the soft flesh there. He felt her heat rise up through her blood, and the hunger grew more. He could not have imagined this to be any better. Until he felt her hands move to his chest and lightly push him away.

He looked at her as she looked away for a second. He knew he might have crossed the line, but passion does that to people. She took a few minutes before she said anything. He knew their night was over, but didn’t regret anything. His lips still tingled.

“I have had a great time with you.” She began. “I honestly didn’t know how much fun we would have. And I thank you for this night.” He felt the end coming. He looked forward to her hug again. He was perplexed when she pulled out her phone.

“I told myself I wasn’t going to do this.”

“I’m sorry if I rushed you into this.”

She chuckled.

“You didn’t rush me into anything. In fact, wait ten minutes, check your phone. You might be surprised.” With that she leaned up and kissed him quickly. As quick as that ayvalık escort happened she was in her car and gone. He smiled as he watched her go.

He went back into the bar and ordered a drink. He paid for it and watched the game as it was going on. What a great night he thought to himself. Kissed a beautiful girl, had a good time, and now football. Wish the beer was cheaper, but what could he do? All in all it was a good night.

He got up to go to the bathroom, and was standing there peeing when he remembered he was supposed to check his phone. He reached into his pocket and looked at it. One message received. He opened it, and was out the door in seconds. The message was simple… 912 east 17th St.

The drive was short, and he was shaking with excitement and nerves as he approached the door. He knocked a few times. After what felt like hours the latch came undone, and there she stood. They said nothing; she just smiled and grabbed his hand. She offered a drink which he turned down. He had too much flowing through his body as it was.

“I need to say something.” She looked at him as she waited for him to continue.

“I don’t do anything with someone I’m not exclusive with. “

He went to continue but she silenced him with a kiss. There was no more use of words after that. The kisses started to blend together as their feet moved in unison as she led him to her bedroom. She hugged him closer as they found her door. She began searching for the knob behind her back. He reached around her and opened it as their mouths continued to work on each other. The door flung open, and soon they were in the darkness. He pushed her through the room looking for her bed. They found a wall instead.

As soon as she was planted against it, his kisses took on a ferocity that she had yet experienced. She kisses moved from her mouth to her neck to her collarbone. There was a mixture of kisses and nibbles. She was reeling in the mixture, feeling the textures of his hot breath, his wet mouth, and the gently scrapping of his goatee. He moved his hands to her sides, almost hesitant to touch her in his passion. She ached for the feel of his hands on her bare flesh. She longed to feel his.

She reached down between them and fumbled for his belt. He didn’t realize what was going on for he was lost in her scent of her neck. When she had almost gotten his belt undone his hands shot down to grab her by the wrists. He gently pulled her hands behind her and pinned them together with one hand as he got to work on her shirt. He reclaimed her mouth with his, as he fumbled with her shirt. Finally he just yanked the buttons free. He was rewarded with the image of her creamy skin in all its glory. Her breasts were not overly large, but supple. He worked his way down her front till his mouth began to climb over the roundness of the swell. He kissed around the nipple, before moving his head into the valley and began to kiss around the other one. She began to struggle a little as her breath was coming in short gulps. She was turning her chest to try and get his mouth to find the location she wanted him to.

When he finally found that spot, she gasped loudly. The moan that escaped was loud and breathy. The texture of her nipple was wonderful in his mouth. He released her hands as he held one of her breasts and the other hand trailed down her back to her backside. She grabbed his head as kissed her all over. The fire was growing for both.

He reached for the button of her jeans, and it popped free in seconds. The zipper came down on its own as he ran his hand inside. He felt the silkiness of her underwear, and the heat radiating out of her. Soon her hands were pushing her own jeans down to give him some room to work. His fingers had just brushed her sensitive button when she took him by his shoulders and turned him against the wall. She kissed him as she undid his shirt, revealing his chest to her. It was not a firm as she liked, but he was not to hairy. There was a silent strength to his form, and masculenaty beautiful. She kissed his neck and heard him moan in reply.

She began to slowly kiss her way down his form as she worked his pants open. Before she had hit her knees, his pants were in a pool around his ankles. His erection jutted out in front of him and she wanted to taste him.

She looked at it for bafra escort a second before looking up at him while wrapping her fingers around his hardness. He wasn’t huge, but had a great girth to him. In many ways he was the perfect blend of length and width. Still looking into his eyes she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the tip of his friend. The head was soft and spongy. She opened her mouth slowly taking more and more of him in it. He felt warm and tasted not so much of salt but more of passion. He threw his head back as she devoured his member. Her mouth was even better than he could have imagined. He knew he couldn’t hold out long, but knew he could make it up to her. He said he name once, she moaned back at him. He said it again and she picked up her pace. The third time he said it, it was a warning to her. Her reply was an mmm hmm that he felt and not heard. With that acknowledgement he let forth his passion to fill her mouth. She hungrily bobbed and swallowed. He breathing became raspy, and his eyes were full of stars.

It took him a few minutes to recover, and as soon as he did, he located her bed. Then picked her up, kissing her along the way and placed her on the bed. His mouth moved quickly to her neck, her collarbone, her chest, her nipple, then the other one, to her belly finding her belly button along the way. He stopped there to lick it in the same manner he intended to like her. Her breathing was shallow and her moans could not be described as anything other than desireful.

He moved past her belly button to her pelvis, and hen just as she thought he was going to attack her area, he backed off. He kissed her hips, the joint of her legs, her thigh, her knee, her calf. When he got to her ankle, he switched legs and settled in between them. He kissed his way back up her leg as his fingers began to dabble in her. He felt he slickness, and began to gently pull on her lips. He sucked on her thigh as he teased her opening. Soon she was writhing around in anticipation. Without warning he licker her button and slid a finger into her, hooking the finger around her pelvic bone. He began to lightly lick her as his fingers gently pulled her closer to their desired location. She began to feel it build in her, and there was no stopping it. She hit the first one, as she did so he closed his mouth around her button.

The second one came soon after, followed by a third. She kicked her hips up trying to get him to release his grip. She wanted more of him, and would not be satisfied until she had such. She pulled on his head, and he complied slowly re-climbing her body. She was glad to feel his hardness rub against her calf as he did so, telling her he was ready for all kinds of things.

He kissed her as he finished his climb. It was a soft kiss, and built the anticipation a little more. He looked into her eyes for a long time. Kissing her periodically. He shifted his hips and soon his hand had placed himself at the entrance to her Eden. He gazed into her eyes, not saying a word and yet writing a novel of desire.

She couldn’t take anymore. She wrapped a leg around his and tried to pull him into her. He began to slowly sink in her. Still he didn’t move. She then moved her hips a little, gaining about an inch of him. She craved more, he knew it. He wanted it as much as she did, but he needed her to know how serious this was for him. They locked eyes; he leaned forward and kissed her. As he did so, he sank into her completely. Her long moan was captured in his mouth. Soon his hips were rocking with hers, and the rhythm was building. Their bodies danced the dance of lust as the sweat began to form on them. She was warm, wet, and he slid in and out of her fluidly.

He pulled her hair gently to re-expose her neck. She yelped as he bit her gently and he stoked her. They were lost in their passion. She scrapped his back with her fingernails, he grabbed her ass as he drove deeper. She pushed back against him, as he pushed harder. The moment was caught up in them.

He felt the tide of all he had beginning to raise in him. He whispered her name in her ear. Suddenly her hips became even more alive. She met his strokes, her cries of pleasure matching his feeling. He whispered it again. He needed to know where it was acceptable to place his need. He asked, and she didn’t say a word. He whispered her name one last time and began to pull his hips away from her. She wrapped her legs around him so that he could not do so as he unloaded in side of her. Hers hit a few seconds after, feeling him pulsate inside.

They were worn out, and neither really remembered falling asleep, but they did. She wrapped in his arms.

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So, I live in a co-ed dorm, and normally nothing happens. The resident advisors are pretty hardcore about making sure nothing raunchy unfolds. It is my junior year as a biochemistry major, and dorm life has always been boring as hell.

Fall break started today, and everyone was clearing out as fast as they could. Because I had a full-time job at DHL, I wasn’t going anywhere. I left campus watching everyone go his or her separate way, as I headed to work. The day was long, and the people were aggravating as usual. The time finally came for me to get off. I practically ran to my car and sped back to what I realized was an empty campus. On my way upstairs I saw a few friends loading up their cars with laundry and luggage. My mom was out of the country traveling with my little brother so going home was pointless. I went back to an empty room. My roommate left a day before break actually started, so I was on my own for the next 5 days.

I decided that instead of studying, I was going to watch TV. Being tired as hell, I dozed off as soon as I sat down. Time had passed all too quickly, and it was about 3 in the AM. Late night 90s sitcoms were on, and I needed a shower.

It was deathly quiet in the hall, which was rare. As I approached the hall shower it had tape over the entrance. Out of Order.

I called into the bathroom because I heard some clanking going on, I asked Rob, the maintenance man, how long it would take. He mumbled something that sounded like I don’t fucking know, and went back to work. I remembered that the next floor had a shower, but it was the girl’s floor. I didn’t want to hear anyone’s mouth, so I hesitated and when anamur escort back to my room. Before entering, I decided fuck it, it is fall break, and nobody should be there anyway. The resident director was the only one on duty, and she was on the first floor, 3 floors away from the girl’s floor, and four away from mine.

I sat my shower stuff next to my door, and quietly crept downstairs. The floor was silent, and I slipped into the bathroom. Seeing that nobody was in there, I ran back upstairs to my room, grabbed my shower stuff, and went back downstairs. As I approached the bathroom I could hear water running. I slowly approached and saw a body under the water.

There she was soaping her body up as I stood and watched her. I thought about going back upstairs, but like I said, nothing ever happens in my boring ass dorm so I said the hell with it. She was tall and had a round ass and full hips. She had a flat stomach; with she had small perky titties and stiff nipples. She soaped her body thoroughly, almost like she knew I was watching. My dick began to tingle as it grew and stiffened. Her roasted almond skin looked like it was covered in milk as she washed the soap from her body. I recognized her, Kori.

Kori was on the volleyball team, and a music major. She was sexy as hell, my dick agreed.

I moved deeper into the bathroom when she turned and saw me. She didn’t flinch. She kept washing, keeping her eyes fixed on mine. After making sure all of the soap was washed from her body, she walked right up to me and grabbed my sweatpants. She pulled me into the shower water, and turned her back to me. She antakya escort rubbed her round wet ass all over my dick. I kissed the back of her neck, and moved down her back. I reached her ass and kissed and sucked on it, as moans escaped her lips. She arched her back, and her pussy peaked at me. I pushed her ass up and wrapped my lips around her clit. I felt it as it swelled quickly in my mouth and began to throb. I flicked it softly with my tongue, and she moaned deeply.

His mouth felt so good on me. I had seen him around campus, and at a few volley ball games. He was taller than me, which was pretty hard to be, me being 6’0. He had a hard slim body, and played soccer. He was milk chocolate and smooth. His name was Gabe, and we would speak here and there, but nothing serious. We had Advanced Statistics together, but he rarely showed. I can’t lie I wanted him. I wanted this. After pleasing my pussy, he turned me around and kissed me deeply. I tasted myself on him, and it sent a spark up my back. I pushed my tongue deeper into his mouth to get everything he had drunk from me. I kissed his chest and licked and sucked his nipples. I moved to his stomach kissing each muscle that was there. I pulled his soaking wet sweatpants down. His dick put up an obstacle, but I got his pants around his ankles. The water dripped from it has I took the tip into my hot mouth. I slowly moved it deeper into my mouth. It was a sweet and salty treat. As I put my hands on it, Gabe removed them, and placed them on his thighs. He took a hand full of my wet hair and fucked my mouth slowly and forcefully. My mouth was full of spit and his juices. atakum escort He grabbed his dick, took it out of my mouth, and smeared it on my lips. My body felt like it blew up. I moaned as he continued to fuck my mouth slow at first then faster. He pulled me off of his stiffness, stood me up and turned me around. He rubbed his dick between my wet ass, and I felt the wetness splash out of me. He lifted my right leg, as I leaned on the shower wall. He rubbed the head of his dick between the silky wet folds of skin between my legs.

I moaned louder, and bit my bottom lip.

Her pussy was so warm and so wet. I dipped my tip into her wet entrance. Her pussy held onto my dick as I pulled it out. It made me feel out of control. I began pulsating my dick in and out of her slowly and deeply. She moaned softly, and softly called my name. I held her leg up, and began fucking her deeper. The wetness that surrounded and smothered my dick was immeasurable. She whispered fuck my pussy softly, as she looked back at me. And I did. I fucked her until I caught a cramp in my side. No matter, I fucked through the pain. She began fucking me back, throwing her ass and pussy back onto my dick. She was driving me crazy. We kept this up for while, until she yelled she was cumming for the 2nd time. The sugar she let off was all over me. She pushed me back and turned, dropped down, and quickly took my dick into her mouth. She sucked and licked slow and firm, until I grabbed the back of her head and literally exploded. She took in everything I gave her. I still stood there with my eyes half closed. She smiled, grabbed her towel, kissed me on the cheek and said she would see me in Statistics.

She wrapped the towel around her perfect body, and walked down the hall to her room. I just stood under the water until it turned cold. I took my shower, and returned to my room. Dorm life finally started looking up, and now I had a reason to attend statistics regularly.

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“Well, congratulations Cally! You’re officially a qualified teacher!”

Cally smiled at me as I handed her the papers. “Thank you so much. Honestly it’s been amazing these last ten weeks. Thank you so much for everything you’ve done. I was so worried about teaching this year group but you’ve been amazing, helping with everything and giving up so much time to sit and plan things with me!”

I merely grinned and replied, “The pleasure’s been all mine.”

It really had. Cally was not only the best student teacher I’d ever mentored, but she was also incredibly hot. She had long blonde hair, slightly above average sized chest, a lovely pert bottom and legs that went on for days. At just twenty years old she was twelve years my junior, and her body was very toned and tight, too, so it had been a genuine pleasure to watch her teach. On more than one occasion I’d found myself staring a little too long at her perfect arse, mainly when she was teaching PE, wearing skin-tight leggings and a gym top which was just low cut enough to tantalise my imagination.

Today, however, she looked just genuinely beautiful. She was very pretty, as well as having an incredible body, and today her summery pale blue dress showed a tiny bit of cleavage while the bottom, with a flower pattern, was more floaty.

She smiled again. “Thanks for this as well. I know it’s the last day of term and you would have been wanting to get straight off home, but my tutor really needed the paperwork sorting. I can’t believe she lost the copies we sent through. Thanks for printing them all again.”

“Honestly not a problem, Cally. Is there anything else you need before you go? It’s not an issue – I have the keys to lock up school so there’s nobody waiting on us.”

“Nothing else I need… erm…” Cally looked slightly uncomfortable for a couple of seconds, clearly debating with herself whether to ask for something else. “No,” she continued, seeming to decide, “Nothing else I need.”

“You don’t seem sure!” I laughed. “Ok, how about anything else you want. I can do anything you want, so make sure you make the most of it before you leave. Last day remember!”

The thoughtful look came back over her face and she paused for a few seconds, clearly thinking. “Are you sure there’s nobody waiting for us to leave?”

“Nobody else in the building. Last day of term – everyone’s gone home and I’m locking up.”

“Well, there’s nothing else I need, but there’s something I would like.”

“Honestly, anything at all.”

With that, Cally stepped forwards quickly and kissed me. Her lips locked onto mine and for a second, I considered resisting, but only for a second. I kissed her back and she wrapped her arms alsancak escort around my neck, pulling me closer so I could feel the warmth of her body press up against me. I placed my hands on her waist and enjoyed the feel of her lips on mine.

I pulled her body against me as she began to kiss harder, with more urgency, and I felt her tongue begin to explore my mouth, meeting mine as my erection began to grow against her belly. My hands lowered to caress her perfect arse, and I slowly drew her dress up, bunching it up at the back so I could explore the pert cheeks. I was pleasantly surprised to find her cheeks were bare, with just a lacy thong between them. Her bottom was perfectly toned and pert, and my erection reached full mast quickly, pressing against her stomach.

Cally moaned with need as I caressed her bum and moved my kisses from her mouth to her neck. Nibbling slightly on her collarbone, I brought my right hand up to slide the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Bending slightly now, this allowed me to trail kisses down the top of her chest to her breast, as I reached the same hand around to slip the back of her dress down slightly and unhook her bra.

Another small moan escaped Cally’s lips as my kisses reached the very top of the front of her dress and I slowly, painstakingly kissed along her breasts. I swapped hands, my right now returning to caress her pert cheeks as my left reached up to remove the strap from her other shoulder. Stepping back slightly now, I used both hands to slowly peel the straps down her arms, revealing more of her chest, then her white strapless bra with a lacy fringe, and then her perfectly toned stomach.

As the straps cleared her arms and I let them go, Cally reached up and threw away her bra, revealing a beautiful pair of pert breasts, her small nipples standing to attention as she gazed into my eyes, lust smouldering on her face.

I leaned in and took her left nipple in my mouth, kissing and licking around the areola as she moaned and held my head to her chest. My hands returned to her arse and I began to massage them gently, using my thumbs to slowly hook the bottom half of her dress further and further up as I caressed her.

After a few seconds I felt one of Cally hands leave my head, and a second later it reappeared between my legs, first grasping my testicles through my trousers and then stroking up the shaft. As she reached the top, she manoeuvred the button out of its hole and unzipped my fly. I moved my attention to Cally’s other breast as her hand now cupped and fondled my testicles through my underwear. Cally moaned breathily as I licked over her nipple and then moved my head back, away from altıeylül escort her chest.

She knelt swiftly in front of me and paused to look at the bulge in my underwear before pulling my trousers right down to the floor and hooking her fingers into the top of my boxers, releasing my eight inch erection in front of her face as she lowered those to the floor too.

Grasping my cock with one hand, Cally looked up at me from her knees, slowly working her hand along the shaft as her other hand fondled my balls. She gazed, unblinking, into my eyes as she leaned forwards and took the tip of my penis into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth around me was heaven, and she continued to rub along my shaft and play with my balls as I felt her tongue rolling around the head of my cock. I groaned as she slowly began to bob her head along me, the feel of her lips on my erection bringing pure pleasure as she continued to stare into my eyes. The sight of Cally, the top of her dress fallen to her waist, with the bottom half spread around her on the floor, looking all the while a beautiful, innocent girl even as she sucked and licked my cock is still one of the most unbelievably sexy moments I have ever experienced.

Cally continued to slowly pleasure me for a while, but as I began to come close to the edge, I knew it was time to return the favour. Reaching down, I intertwined my fingers with her hair and drew her to her feet, kissing her as I guided her backward to my desk, stepping out of my shoes, trousers and underwear as we moved. Lifting the back of her dress quickly, I gave her a boost to place her bare bottom on the wooden surface. She leaned back onto her elbows as I lifted the front of her dress, bunching it around her waist and revealing plain white panties with a lacy frill around the edges and a tiny bow on the front.

As I knelt on one knee in front of her, Cally spread her legs to reveal a dark, damp patch on her panties. I leaned forward and kissed her damp mound, tasting her as I moved my tongue to press the material into her groove. Another moan escaped Cally’s lips as I pressed my tongue against her clitoris, engorged beneath her underwear.

Wasting no more time, I hooked the waistband and peeled the panties down to reveal a beautifully neat, small, shaven pussy, her lips already inverted with lust and glistening with her juice. I leaned in and slowly ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top, bringing Cally’s loudest moan yet. Her hand pressed against the back of my head and I happily obliged, burying myself in the task of licking, sucking and caressing her clitoris with my tongue, my hands wrapped around her thighs which were in turn altınordu escort wrapped around my head. Focusing on her clitoris, I soon heard Cally’s moans coming faster and louder, and not long after felt her thighs squeeze against the sides of my head and both saw and felt Cally’s back arch as she came, a high pitched squeal released from her mouth as her juices were released from her cunt out onto my tongue, which I quickly manoeuvred to lap up her orgasm.

As her shuddering orgasm slowed, I felt Cally’s hand tug upward on my hair, and I climbed to my feet. Her hand moved from my hair to rub at her own clitoris in front of me, and there was no mistaking the look on her face, her cheeks red from orgasm.

Without hesitation I guided my hard cock to the bottom of her pussy, running the tip up and down between her gleaming wet lips before slowly sliding inside her. I couldn’t help groaning at the feel of her tight young pussy wrapping around me, even as she moaned at the feel of my thick shaft stretching her walls.

I slowly entered her tight cunt, partially at first, before beginning to push deeper with each slow thrust. Cally gasped with each entry pushing further into her, her tight warm wetness pressing tightly against me, bringing me quickly towards the edge of orgasm.

I held off from cumming too fast by keeping the thrusts slow. Although the feeling of her was incredible, I kept slow enough to avoid shooting my load too fast. The slow movement seemed to be making the experience more sensual for Cally too, her mouth set in an O as she held my gaze. I fucked her slow and deep for a while, sliding my cock all the way to my balls and then all the way out until just the very tip was inside her. Cally never took her eyes off mine, making every penetration a sensual and intimate moment.

After a few minutes, my cock buried deep inside her, Cally reached out and grabbed my tie, pulling me down and close to her. Leaning forward herself slightly, she whispered in my ear.

“I want you to cum inside me.”

Keeping hold of my tie, she held me in place as I rested my hands on the desk on either side of her and began to speed up. Soon I was pounding hard and fast into her tight pussy, her moans getting louder and louder until her mouth contorted into a wide O and again she squealed with orgasm, the muscles in her cunt squeezing hard around my cock and almost immediately causing my own gasping release, my cum shooting deep inside the beautiful twenty year old I had been mentoring to become a teacher.

I collapsed on top of Cally, her heavy breathing next to my ear and my erection still buried deep inside her. We both lay there for a few minutes to catch our breath, until I pulled away.

Cally stood and stepped to me, kissing me breathily on the lips before turning and starting to dress. Picking her panties up last, she very deliberately opened my desk draw and placed them inside. “Remember me,” she smiled, before again stepping over to kiss me, “and thank you, for everything.”

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As we make our way through the parking lot, we can barely keep our hands off each other. You keep stroking my cock through the thin fabric of my linen pants. I keep running my hand up the back of your skirt to feel you bare ass.

Once we get to the car, i realize we’re in a dark area that’s semi-secluded. Before you have a chance to think, i bend you over the trunk, flip your skirt up, drop to my knees and quickly insert my tongue into your pussy. you part your legs to give me better access as a moan escapes your lips. But before we can get too carried away, a car’s headlight passes over us and breaks us from our fun. Before letting you go, I insert my tongue into your ass, then give it a quick slap.

Once in the car, you unzip me as i start to drive to my hotel. As much as I’d like to wait, I can’t let an opportunity like this pass and allow you to pull my hard on out. You look up at me and ask if I really want you to… I whimper a yes, then feel your tongue swirl around the head of my cock. I close my eyes briefly to revel in the sensation, but quickly focus on my driving.

You continue to tease me, so I gently push your head down. I feel your warm breath as you open wide to fully engulf me. I can feel akşehir escort the cum boiling right then, but I’m trying to hold off. Sensing my issue, you decide to go for broke. instead of lovingly stroking me with your mouth, you suck harder and bob your head faster in an effort to make me cum before we get to our destination.

Being that we’re both stubborn, I’m doing my best to hold out, but it’s a losing battle. As we pull into the hotel parking lot, I can’t control it any longer and unleash a flood of cum into your mouth. I maintain control of the car somehow as I quiver from the excitement of such a powerful release. once in a parking spot, you release my spent cock, raise your head and kiss me. I can taste me lingering on your tongue which only fuels my excitement for what is about to come.

we quickly exit the car and make our way to my room. I don’t know how I managed to get you to myself for the night, but I’m not complaining or asking any questions.

Once inside the room, all pretense is gone and the heat is about to be unleashed. I kill the lights and open the curtains and strip down while you’re in the restroom. When you come out, I maneuver you to the window, akyazı escort pull your top open and release the breasts that I’ve been waiting all night to taste. Instead of sucking on them, I make you face the window and lean you up against it, pressing them against the glass. I pry your legs apart and again eat your pussy and asshole, interchanging between the two.

At one point, I pull my mouth away and work two fingers into your dripping pussy while working another into your lovely rosebud. I feel both holes clinching at my fingers and you tell me to pump harder ‘cuz you’re about to cum. I raise up a little while continuing my ministrations and tweak your nipple with my free hand. That sets you off. You muffle a scream as your orgasm hits you. Your legs give out and we collapse on the floor, both breathing heavily.

Lazily, we manage to get you fully undressed and crawl into bed. While laying there, you stroke my cock while I play with your nipples and we talk. As my dick starts to stir, you lick your way down my chest, lightly bite my nipples before going down to suck my cock. I feel you play with my balls and suck each into your mouth while you stroke me back to full arousal. I pull alaşehir escort you on top of me until we’re engaged in a 69 position.

When you feel my tongue part your lips and my finger working into your ass, you engulf me further until I am deep in your throat. We maintain this fun for a little while as I work you into another small orgasm. As your juices flood my mouth, I pull away and maneuver myself until I’m behind you, your ass in the air…ripe for the taking. I tease you a little by rubbing my cock up and down the length of your pussy…occasionally tapping your clitoris with the head of my cock, then letting it slide until you feel it pressing against your asshole. You have no idea where I’m going with this, but you seem to be enjoying it.

You moan as I finally part your pussy lips with my cock and slowly slide my full length into you. You’re so wet that I slide in with ease and begin a slow rocking motion to savor the sweet velvety glove your cunt. I feel you reach back and begin playing with your clitoris as I stroke in and out of you. I part your ass cheeks to look at the pucker of your rosebud and imagine my cock in that warmth. you tell me it’s too quiet. I respond with a slap to your ass and a hard stroke into your pussy.

I start rambling about how hot you are and how I wish we could have fucked in the club for any random person to see us. you push back to meet my thrusts as my talk gets even dirtier as i make up a scenario where someone joins us…I begin to pick up the pace…

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*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells*

*Riptide: a strong tidal flow of water within estuaries and other enclosed tidal areas.*

*This tale is an espionage fantasy under assault by reality*

*The ‘hero’ of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him. He is not completely sane by some people’s definition of the term*

*A List of the Principal Characters is provided at the end of the chapter*

{It isn’t having what you want, it’s wanting what you have}

(WHERE WE LEFT OFF)

Sara Patel was walking beside me, suddenly pensive.

“I never get dropped off in front of my house for security reasons … people are out to kill me,” I explained patiently. Right now, Sara needed a rational, if extreme, reason why she was about to jump over a concrete block fence into my back yard. I offered her my hands as a stirrup.

“Stay on top of the wall. I’ll go all the way over first, then take you down from your perch. Trust me.”

She did. She’d decided I’m an honest guy. When I say I’ll catch you, I’ll catch you. If I say I’m going to kick your ass, make plans to stay in the hospital for a bit.

Up she went. I was immediately behind her. I didn’t leap down into my backyard until my eyes were fully adjusted. There were no visible surprises, so I was down and ready to catch Sara in a few seconds. She wiggled on the edge, hesitating, until I gently took her by her thighs and lifted her off. Her hands went first on the top of my head, then dropped to my shoulders before settling on the triceps until her feet touched the ground.

“You’re strong,” she gulped.

“You are light,” I grinned. My grin was a concession to her fears. This wasn’t the first time I had been required to act more ‘human’, as my therapist in the Navy put it. Even if I normally felt blasé, sometimes other people needed some comfort.

It was the whole ‘good lie / bad truth’ ordeal that people went through a thousand times a day. I was different because I did it on purpose, not by rote.

“You are a nice guy … if a bit odd,” she smiled back.

“Follow me, stepping where I step and no alarms will go off in the house,” I advised. “That beeping will freak Dabney out.”

“Oh … okay. You’re cautious as well.”

“Thanks, that’s better than being nice, or odd.”

“Oh … sorry,” she bit her lower lip. I led her through the back yard, past the tarp I left down for the occasional unwanted guest and punched in the security code. As I opened the back door, I heard the front door open. I stepped in, ushered Sara inside, then made sure the screen and security door were secure. Funny how that works: the best way to negate a door’s utility is to leave it ajar.

“Dabney, were in the back,” I called out from the kitchen; the hall was too narrow for a three person encounter. Dabney had heard the low beep which indicated someone was ‘accessing’ a door, forgotten what the back door sounded like and opened the front door without looking at the TV monitor to see who was there. She had suggested she should earn a spanking whenever she made that mistake. I suspected duplicity.

Dabney came rushing to the back, saw Sara and put an extra flounce in her step before going into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, but before we kissed, I put a finger on her lips.

“Door?”

“Shut and double-clicked,” she beamed as if making sure the deadbolt was engaged was a decision to be celebrated. I kissed her anyway. I’m not made of iron and there is a certain rush associated with a successful mission which leads to an active libido.

That, and Dabney was wearing a tight, white cotton t-shirt, no bra, bare-feet and hip-hugger jeans. Dabney was still needy, even if more confident around Sara.

“How did it go?” she asked eagerly.

“Everything is clear,” I warned her. “That is all that ever needs to be said on the matter.” No, it apparently wasn’t. Not if you are a woman (except for female warriors – female warriors knew their craft). Operational security and ‘need to know’ meant nothing to far too many of the people currently in my life.

“Sara, how did it go?”

I swatted Dabney’s backside for that.

“Sara, what do you know about it?” I quizzed her while looking into Dabney’s eyes.

“I showed up, didn’t like my room and went back to the Wynn,” she reiterated her cover story.

“Just tell me everyone is okay,” Dabney pouted pleasingly.

“I didn’t leave the Venetian alone,” she happily related. “Honestly, I was scared to death, but everything worked out just like Vance said it would.”

I groaned.

“Keep into account, we all did something which could result in severe criminal prosecutions if things ever come to light. Even in the ‘Best Case’ scenario, an obsessive, sadistic billionaire knows the names of some people he is going to make pay for what happened to him.”

Dabney paled and Sara gulped.

“Did you hurt him badly?” adapazarı escort Dabney pressed up against me.

“This is not a conversation we will ever have. If Kip is smart, he’ll keep his mouth shut too,” I cautioned.

“Well … are you okay?” Dabney addressed Sara.

“Scared … yes … I don’t know,” she reached for my elbow. I untangled my left arm from Dabney and put it around Sara’s waist.

“Sara came home with me because we both need to de-stress after tonight’s activities,” I told Dabney while studying Sara. Sara stiffened.

“‘De-stress’?” Dabney smirked to me. “Is my baby hard?” she said as she worked a hand down my side.

“I want some Sara-time,” I winked. “We shared a moment.”

“Poo,” Dabney playfully pursed her lips. “First you sent me home, then you two got to do the fun stuff, and now you two get to have even more fun time without me.”

“If you start behaving, Sara might need more company tonight.”

“I’ve never been with a woman before,” Sara gulped once more. Plenty of twenty-something women (excepting Dabney in current company) said that. They vocally denied it while privately wondering what it was like. A person’s pulse rarely lies.

That was why I normally preferred thirty to forty year olds who hung out in Cougar Bars. They had those sort of issues resolved. If they wanted to involve their sister, sister-in-law, or a good friend, I was up for it. I was in it for the sex, not any sort of moral judgment. I did my part erotically.

And I didn’t need alcohol to get me in the mood, so only drank water at an unknown person’s house. Paranoid? I had zero episodes doing things I could only vaguely remember or regretted, so I could live with the distinction.

“We did good, right?” Sara pressed into me. I leaned in, kissed her, complete with my tongue touching her teeth, lips and tongue.

“‘We’ didn’t do anything,” I reminded her. I’d be repeating that mantra for the next few hours – no doubt.

“Oh,” she smiled.

“Let’s go ‘not do anything’ in the bedroom,” Dabney led the way. I slipped my hand from Sara’s waist to her ass to mover her in front of me. Sara’s head kept switching as she tried to watch the two of us.

Compared to the ‘comfortable’ size of the kitchen and the narrow hall, the open space of my bedroom surprised and pleased her. Honestly, I had envisioned it as the only room guests would be spending any time in, back a whole week ago when I was a confirmed bachelor.

My windbreaker went on one of the wall hooks I’d set aside for bathrobes. I’d put up one set of four … and now it wasn’t enough … and I only had two roommates. Dabney deviated toward the top of the bed, indicating her permission for a Sara-Vance First Act. Sara, adrift again, turned fully toward me.

“Vance?” she worried. I put a finger to her lips.

‘Do it – don’t talk about it,’ I mouthed. I could see the fear in her eyes. It was the fear of the unknown, of possible failure and of having a thousand ideas swirling around in your head, but not being able to grasp a single one as you felt yourself drowning in a sea of indecision. I kissed her very lightly on the lips.

After I took off my gray t-shirt, I took her right hand, uncurled her trembling fist into an open palm, then placed it over my heart. She looked flummoxed. I pumped as much warmth into my smile as I could manage. Sara began to glow as the peaceful rhythm of my heart began to be transmitted by our contact. I wasn’t afraid, so why should she?

I took my time. My left hand touched her collarbone, then languidly finger walked up her slender neck to the crux of her jaw and ear, concluding with a massage of her earlobe between forefinger and thumb.

“Aaahhh,” she emoted.

Sara was bright, energetic and creative in her own way. She shifted through her mental chaos, made a decision and stepped up her game. On her tiptoes, she propelled her body up until she kissed me. I gave a bit of tongue, she reciprocated with her left hand reaching for the back of my head and her fingers weaving into my hair.

The proximity barrier had been breached. Both my hands went down, cupped each small, tight butt cheek and then pulled her up my body. I got a little, audible gasp within the confines of our French kiss as she rose. I kept going until she was a half-head above me, looking down. Her inexperience was obvious, so I had to move my hands from her ass to her thighs to clue her into to wrapping her calves behind my back, locking me in.

When we broke the kiss, she was radiant in her smile, pleased with how things were progressing. I tricked her by missing her lips and ending up on her chin. We reconnected with her lower lip. then I began exploring the corners of her lips, cheeks, jawline and finally, back to that earlobe. Her feline rumble was all the indication I needed in order to know I was on the right track.

More kisses fell upon her neck, under her chin and to the other side … until that earlobe was also lavished with equal ardor. akçaabat escort Us tumbling back onto the bed, even with her on top of me, clearly caught Sara off-guard.

“Eeep!” she squeaked. I kept exploring her neck, her face, those sensitive earlobes with my lips as my guides while her moans and accelerated heartbeat were my erotic landmarks.

It was important to keep Sara on the cusp of sensitivity overload. If she worried about any one thing too much, she might tumble back into self-doubt, or concern over our audience of one. My strategy had my mouth being my point of focus for her attention while my hands orchestrated the movements of her body.

I pulled her body up mine, then by taking her hips, pushed her back down. On the eleventh stroke, she took over and began dry-humping me of her own volition. Having trained in underwater demolition and done intestinal surgery in a pretentious pothole, slipping my left hand between us and single-handedly unbuttoning her shirt was child’s play. Doing it so as not to spook her merely upped the game to a High School Musical.

After that, it was the simple teenage act of my other hand slipping up her back and unhooking her bra. Now her breasts were accessible without the necessity of rubbing the materially roughly over her aroused teats. Undone and shirt open, it only took six assists on her humping to put a dark chocolate nipple and swollen, equally dusky areola into my mouth.

“OH! {How did he get my breast in his mouth?} … Ooooohhhh … {he has MY breast in his mouth and is giving it wonderful tongue action} … Aaaaahhhh … {and now he’s adding just the right amount of suction} … oh yesssss,” Sara ended up purring.

Providing a little bit of shifting her hips back and forth and Sara again got the hint; she began rubbing her body all over mine. She even took the initiative in giving me her other breast. She didn’t give me a single hiccup when I maneuvered her hips up so I could begin pulling her panties down from under her skirt. If the other sensations from farther down bothered her, she gave no sign.

That was Dabney courteously taking off my shoes, socks, pants and underwear and finishing up with a few quick (and utterly unnecessary) hand strokes followed by a brief blow-job and the application of a prophylactic. Sure, I could have handled this on my own. By taking care of it, Dabney was easing along the moment when she could finally join in ~ after at least one Sara-orgasm and one of mine.

Sara would have to be well sated – otherwise she might start judging herself physically against Dabney and that would be completely unfair and unwise. Dabney was an (ex) elite sex professional after all, while Sara was a dedicated engineer.

By twisting Sara’s hips sideways in my lap and having her pull up her knees, I was able to pull her panties all the way off and discard them in a visible, cavalier fashion. It was a bit of showmanship the sexual novice got off on and it was playful enough to remind her this was fun for both of us.

“Hey!” …as her panties went flying. “Hey!” …again, as I rolled us over and her under me. “Oh – hey,” she murmured in a demur fashion as I placed my cock unerringly at the entrance to her love channel. I gave her a second to take in her circumstances, then began working my way in.

My left arm was on the bed, underneath her shoulder, with my hand cupping her shoulder and keeping her upper body in place. I was about to do some plowing. My right arm had snaked down and pressed her left leg up so that my hand had a strong grasp on her left buttock. Her right leg was splayed out to her side, leaving her pelvis wide open.

With a combination of my hip rotations, twisting her hips and coming at her vagina with erratic thrusts, I quickly had Sara in an ecstatic, erotic mental fog. She was panting, shaking and losing bodily control. I was pretty sure this was her first non auto-induced orgasm.

I could have had mercy. I opted to power thru instead and pressed Sara into an orgasmic fugue ~ unlike anything she could have even put a name to before tonight. She arched, screamed, cried and shouted until she shook the rafters before her body gave out and she collapsed beneath me.

I rolled us over so that Sara was on top, her head on my chest looking toward the new closet. I began alternating taking each hand and placing ephemeral kisses, licks and sucking lightly on each fingertip. By her stirring, I knew she was conscious, but still blissfully past all caring.

“Sara,” Dabney curled up beside us and brushed some sweaty hair off our sated East Asian’s face, “how was it?”

“I … wuv … you …twwu,” Sara slurred happily.

Mission accomplished.

{BY DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT}

I had four calls I needed to deal with when I woke up. I discarded all the other ones which came from various news agencies and law firms who wanted my time and attention. I was being sued – no surprises there. I’d killed a few folks. They’d been armed and aiming at me, or someone akçakale escort else, so the criminal’s cases were dead in the water.

These legal threats were of a civil nature, also utter bullshit as I had acted in clearly defined legal boundaries, but were meant to bury me in the Nevada Civil Court system for the next few years, courtesy of Lloyd Pharris. The answer to that problem wasn’t even a point of concern.

In this lethal game of chess, I was an object of unknown capabilities. Lloyd however, had to expose his pieces to get at me. Any judge who let any of these cases go to trial was clearly in Lloyd’s pocket. In my mind, they’d exited the cocoon which normally protected law and order because to attack such people was to invite anarchy and anarchy was bad.

No; by proving to be corrupt, they made themselves fair game. I wasn’t going to ‘murder’ them. No. The American Southwest had plenty of flora and fauna which was lethal in its own right. All I had to do was introduce the natives (killers) to the mobile compost heaps (people) and let nature take its course.

First message requiring a response:

“Hey Vance … this is Lorenz. Are you still coming over tomorrow around noon for the cookout? I’ve seen you’ve been … ah … caught up in other things.”

It was my old partner (for 2 ½ days with MedicWest) reminding me I had promised to show up so he could introduce me to his sister-in-law … who had some ‘friends’ who were probably girls as well. I had suggested I had two roommates I could bring (without mentioning they were ladies.)

Second message:

“I don’t like leaving messages. I will call you promptly at 7:00 a.m. We can make breakfast plans … oh, this is Jo … bye,” then she hung up.

I didn’t have to be even mildly acquainted with human psychology to realize the woman had issues. Still, it appeared I had promised her a date at The Lagoon Bar & Grill and standing her up wasn’t wise as she was the

killer in the city … and worked for the

.

Third message:

“Hello, Mr. Vardanyan – Vance. This is Kristoff Declan. Remember me? I’m in town with a few days off, saw you on the news and decided to give you a call and a ‘thank you’. Let me know if you want to chat some time. It’s been … years,” he laughed.

The ‘thank you’ had to do with something I’d done in the service years ago his mother and I weren’t supposed to talk about for another forty-three years. He was in town. Well fuck a duck … another ‘good news/bad news’ I could have lived without. On the plus side, he was someone from my distant past I actually wanted to see again, just not here and now.

Fourth message:

“Senior Chief Hospital Corpsman Vardanyan, it is good to see you are still alive,” a woman stated. I didn’t know that voice, but I knew she wasn’t so much happy to see I was still alive as happy someone beside her hadn’t killed me yet.

-Recall: I had said I had done bad things to horrible people who other people cared about? She was most likely one such person.

-Recall what I said about my service record being protected by the DOD and CIA … and I not trusting them 100%?

“This is Hai Jun Shao Xiao Xi Baozhai. It is unlike you to be both so open to the public (the shootout during my short tenure with MedicWest no doubt) and to be active on your native soil. I will be coming to your hometown soon; perhaps you and I can meet and catch up on old times. Until then.”

Hai Jun Shao Xiao Xi Baozhai wasn’t a Chinese person with a shit-ton of middle names. No. Hai Jun was the prefix for an officer in the Chinese People’s Liberation Army Navy (PLAN), Shao Xiao was the NATO equivalent of Lieutenant Commander/OF-3 and Xi Baozhai was the woman’s name. I didn’t recall the names of every individual who might be dumb enough to come gunning for me ~ only the names and pertinent data on the really nasty one’s ~ dedicated engines of destruction like Ms. Xi.

Fuck you very much, Bitch. My old SOG team had ‘retired’ her brother (and a few other unpleasant bastards) two years ago in Macau. It had been ‘unfortunate’ in that he was involved with the murder and cover up of said murder of an American researcher in Singapore. We tracked his ass back to Macau – he and his team … to the Venetian Macau of all places.

We returned the favor, staging the scene in the precise manner in which they had staged the ‘suicide’ of the dead American ~ to get the message across … to his bosses in Beijing … because in reality he and his team were covert agents for the People’s Republic of China’s Ministry of Security.

We didn’t stop there though – oh no. Using information we had gained from those gentlemen, we exited from existence a few prize Chinese hackers because we weren’t in the ‘tit for tat’ business. No … their professional intelligence people had killed a US civilian in a neutral country over a matter of civilian industrial espionage and that would not pass muster.

So, we killed two dozen of their intelligence people – the hackers worked covertly for the People’s Liberation Army, so they qualified – to send that salient point home: professionals don’t gak non-professionals over civilian crap. They had behaved like a criminal/terrorist syndicate and we had treated them as such – on their own home ground – fuck you very much. They got the message.

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Emma sat on the smooth rocks beside the crystal blue lake to catch her breath. She was so lucky to have this stunning national park as her back drop for her morning jog. It was so peaceful on this spring morning and she was yet to see anyone on the trail. The moon could still be seen in the morning sky, pale and white in comparison to the new orange glow of the sun that was rising from behind the mountains.

As she glanced at her reflection in the clear water, she thought to herself that her figure-hugging three-quarter gym pants nicely accentuated her long toned legs. She sighed contentedly and leaned her back against the rock so she could bath in the warmth of the morning sun. The sound of the birds singing in the nearby trees filled Emma’s mind with serenity and calm. She took in deep breathes of fresh mountain air, her large bosom rising and falling in her skimpy sports bra with each slow breath.

Seconds later, the sound of a twig breaking close by caught Emma’s attention. Her eyes darted towards the noise, where she spotted a man about her age slowing to a stop a few metres from the edge of the lake.

“Hi,” he said in a heavy Australian accent. “Sorry to interrupt your quiet moment. You looked so peaceful over there, I almost wasn’t sure if I should turn around and head back up the track to not impose on you.”

“That’s OK,” Emma replied. He must have been watching her for the last 100 metres or so as he ran along the clear track on the water’s edge that she had followed a short time before. “I need to head home soon anyway.” She got up, stepping off the rocks to stand on the trail next to the stranger. Now that she was face to face with him, Emma couldn’t help noticing how attractive the man was. His face had that rugged manliness that any girl would find handsome. But more noticeable was his toned shoulders and arm muscles on show in beneath his singlet top.

“Ok, well if you were truly about to get up to head back, then I feel a little less guilty now for intruding,” he said, giving her a sheepish smile as he offered his hand out. “I’m Scott.”

“Hi Scott, nice to meet you”, she said, reaching out to shake his hand. “Emma,” she replied. Emma thought she knew everyone in the area. “I haven’t seen you around before, do you run here often?”

“This is my first time,” he explained. “I have just relocated to Vancouver from Sydney. I thought I would squeeze in a few quiet days here before I have to be in the office to start my new role.”

“Ah Ok. I thought that might have been an Australian accent I was detecting. How are you enjoying Canada so far?”

“It’s amazing, so beautiful and picturesque. Words just can’t do it justice. This place has got to be one of the most stunning places I have ever seen,” said Scott referring to the Banff National Park in which they stood.

“You’re right about that,” she said with a smile. “If you’re heading back into the village, would you like to join me for the run?”

“Sure,” he answered. They turned their backs to the lake and began the jog back towards the village where Emma lived. As they jogged, Emma explained that during winter she was a ski instructor at a nearby resort but summer was her favourite time here because she loved to run in the National Park.

They continued to chat casually as they jogged at a steady pace along the trail. A few minutes later as they ran down a slight akçay escort incline, Emma stumbled and fell very ungraciously over a rock protruding from the dirt. Scott stopped and ran back a few paces to her side. “Are you OK?” he enquired. She tried to stand but the weight on her ankle was too much to bear. She slumped back onto the ground. “I think I sprained my ankle,” she winced in pain.

“Let me help you,” he said. Before she had any time to protest, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms. He was able to quite easily carry her, her slight frame no challenge for him. With his strong arms wrapped around her, he began to walk towards the village. She had run this trail often enough to know that they were still quite a walk from the village.

Emma sat sprawled in Scott’s arms with her injured foot hanging over his left arm. The scent of his cologne, a sexy vanilla fragrance that reminded her of sweet warm caramel, filled the air. He smelt so good and she had an overwhelming desire to taste him. Within minutes, Emma began to feel incredibly intoxicated. She moved her head to rest against his chest and tilted her chin up towards his face to take a closer look at his chiseled profile. She watched the muscle in his jaw twitch as he clenched his jaw.

Scott felt her gaze and glanced down, his steel-grey eyes met hers. Her skin was warm through her tights where his hands touched her and Scott was suddenly very aware of the lack of personal space between them. A bashful smile caught on his lips in response to the vulnerability in her eyes.

Scott’s mind was buzzing, the closeness of her body starting to affect him. He stopped abruptly in the middle of the track and placed her down in front of him. She leaned forward against his body to keep the weight off her ankle, her breasts pressed against his chest.

“Sorry I just need a bit of a rest,” he lied. In truth, Scott just needed some space so that he could gather himself. He helped her to a fallen tree beside the track where they had stopped. As he stood in front of her, he conspicuously checked out her bulging cleavage that minutes before had been pressed up against his chest. He had to admit to himself that Emma had amazing breasts. Shit I’m probably staring, he thought.

He quickly raised his eyes to her face. But luckily she was glancing down at her ankle and hadn’t spotted his obvious staring.

After a few minutes, Scott asked her if she was ok to keep going. “Sure,” she replied, “Let’s go.” She looped her arms around his neck and he lifted her effortlessly up into his arms.

They walked for another few minutes before the village buildings came into view. “That’s my place down there,” she said, pointing to a quaint cottage at the end of the street.

“Ok Cool.”

They reached the cottage and he balanced Emma in his arms while he turned the handle to open the front door. He entered into the living room and strode across to the kitchen where he placed her down on the kitchen island bench. The grey marble bench top was cool to his touch after the warmth of her body.

“Could you grab the bag of frozen peas from the freezer for me please?” She asked. Scott turned away from her and walked over to the freezer. As he bent down to open the freezer, Emma took in the view of his arse. His running shorts really do it justice, she thought.

When he akdeniz escort returned, he stopped in front of her and placed the bag of peas onto her swollen ankle. The sun streamed through the window behind her, her golden blonde hair glistening in the light. Without thinking, he reached up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. He slowly brushed the hair back and as he did so, he studied her face. Her innocent green eyes shone against her tanned skin as she returned his gaze. He watched her lips as she formed words. “Thanks for helping me today,” she said quietly.

Scott couldn’t stop staring at her, those lips so soft and welcoming. At last, he couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and kiss her.

The kiss began slowly, both a little hesitant to be kissing a complete stranger. He pressed his lips against hers and they both closed their eyes to savour the moment. He pulled slightly back and lingered, his lips now barely touching Emma’s.

Emma, hungry for more, leaned forward and tilted her head slightly to the side. She parted her lips, inviting a long deep passionate kiss. She took control of the moment and slipped her tongue inside his mouth.

Scott could feel himself becoming incredibly aroused by her confidence as she immersed herself in the kiss. She no doubt would know in a moment that he was incredibly turned on, the lightweight fabric of his running shorts would not be able to hide his huge erection. He carefully stepped back from her as the kiss ended, trying to recover from the effect of her kiss.

Emma leaned forward and, placing her hands on his hips, she pulled him in towards her again. She could feel an ache in her loins and she knew she wanted more of him. She reached her arms up around his neck, and she kissed him passionately and urgently. He returned her kiss, feeling her desire for him as she moved her hands over his flexed arm muscles. Scott stepped in closer and pushed himself up against her body.

Suddenly she leaned back on the Island bench and pulled the front of Scott’s shirt so that he moved on top of her, lying between her open legs. She reached down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Her hands travelled over every muscle on his upper body. She let out a moan.

He put both of his hands under the material of her singlet top and cupped her breasts. He lifted the top over her head, and as he looked down at the large full breasts, he remembered those breasts pressed against his chest out in the national park not long ago. My god, she is stunning, he thought. She was like a blonde goddess with curves in all the right places.

Scott was so incredibly turned on. She could feel his erection pressed against her through her clothing. She reached into his shorts and began caressing his penis. As she played with his cock, they continued to kiss. Emma broke contact with Scott’s lips, and looked up at him hungrily. Removing her hand from his shorts, she took hold of the elastic on the top of his shorts and pulled them down to his thighs, never once breaking eye contact. Her eyes were smouldering hot.

She took his cock in one hand and started to pump up and down firmly. Scott arched his back with each gentle tug, the action making him quiver with anticipation. He closed his eyes, telling himself not to give in to the control that Emma had over him. He focussed his attention akhisar escort on her body. He cupped her breasts, then slid his hands down her body, over her waist, coming to rest at the top of her gym pants.

He slipped a hand inside her tights to find her already warm and wet. Her body responded to his initial touch with a little involuntary thrust of her pelvis. He slowly began to rub her clit with two fingers. He stroked her pussy with long slow strokes. She lifted herself up towards him with every stroke of his hand, matching her tug on his penis until they were moving in unison. She began to moan softly with pleasure.

They were both so incredibly horny. She wanted things to go further. But it was insane to be lying across her kitchen bench, half naked with a complete stranger’s hand inside her pants.

Who was she kidding, she knew his touch was too much. Caught up in the moment, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered “Take me.” He looked into her eyes, concern and softness on his face.

“I want to,” he said, “I so badly want to be inside you Emma, but we have literally only just met.”

His tenderness just made her more turned on. “Please Scott, I know this is crazy. This whole situation is insane but I have never wanted someone as much as I want you right now.”

“Are you sure?” He said.

“Yes I’m sure,” she said. Her eyes begged him for more. “Please Scott, I want you inside me” she whispered seductively.

He removed his hand and slowly pulled her pants down, being careful to not hurt her swollen ankle as the clothing dropped to the floor. He took hold of her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bench. He slipped his cock inside her pussy that was dripping wet. She let out a sigh as he entered her

“Scott,” she said, her voice sweet and sexy. Scott knew he wouldn’t be able to last long and he moved slowly so that he could stay in control. As he slid in and out of her, little sounds of excitement escaped Emma’s lips. He continued with a rhythm while he cupped her breasts with both hands. Seriously the best body in the world, he told himself again.

He moved his hands down to her waist and pulled her up into a sitting position so she was right on the edge of the bench. Her breasts pressed up against her chest, her arms wrapped around him. She ran her fingers up into his hair where she let them play while her mouth focused on his neck. She nibbled at the point where Scott’s pulse throbbed through his skin. The action pushed Scott another step closer to losing control. He went long and deep, his cock stroking her pussy over and over. Her moans got louder, and she was asking for more over and over again. She pushed against him, their hands moving hungrily over each other’s body. She continued to push herself forward lifting herself up to him with each thrust. The action of arching her back up to him was driving him wild.

He sped up his rhythm, going harder and deeper. “Oh Scott! Fuck me!” She screamed. Soon, she was moaning so loudly that he struggled to restrain himself. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to hold out.

He felt the walls of her vagina tighten around his cock and she let out a gasp of pleasure. Moments later, her juices flowed over his cock. There was no going back now, and he exploded. His cock throbbed inside her, filling her up as she pulsated. And with the final last release of pleasure escaping their bodies, Scott collapsed on top of Emma on the island bench.

“That was insane,” Emma said. “Did you ever imagine this is what you would be doing today when you set off for your run this morning?”

“Not a bad surprise twist eh,” Scott said.

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