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fter the prerequisite aids and health tests were completed and proved conclusively healthy a meeting by the four was held to determine just how to go about the first time. At this meeting Patricia was absolutely randy but held herself at bay while the plans were being made. She savored the anticipation. She undressed Tony within her mind. She desperately wanted to know what his cock looked like. Was it like Joey’s? The plans unfolded.

It was agreed upon that the first time, being very, very special, would have to be just that – very special. It would have to involve a nice dinner, some naughty, sexual oriented games, perhaps strip poker and maybe some naughty videos to set the ambiance and get the juices flowing (although everyone laughed and agreed that that would probably not be necessary). Candles, perhaps a fire in the fireplace – Hey! That’s when it dawned on everyone that it had to be a Joey and Trish’s place. Tony and Joan didn’t have a fire place, besides Joey and Trish’s also had the bonus item of an outdoor hot-tub. Even though it was March, in the middle North East, a communal hot-tub full of naked, wanton bodies turned everyone on – well that was that. Next weekend? Done. So be it. All set out with high hopes for next Saturday night. Hey? Who’s going to line up a sitter for the kids?

All that week Joan and Patricia, now closer than ever, prepared the menu. Joan would come over early on Saturday and help Trish prepare the food and set the scene. Joey would drive the kids over to Tony and Joan’s, leaving them with the sitter and bring Tony back over for the big evening of raunchy fun.

While preparing the diner, Patricia couldn’t help but ask Joan what Tony liked in bed and Joan offered some reliable suggestions. The conversation and the information went both ways as Trish suggested things that Joey really liked too.

Joey and Tony on the other hand were a little more guy’ish in their conversation while driving back to Joey’s. They laughed a lot when Tony made a comment about being too excited and cumming too fast. He wondered if he’d be able to get it back up for another round. Joey assured him that Trish knew how to take care of him, no problem.

Dinner was wonderful and very little sexual conversation took place. Mostly family stuff really. The wine flowed and a relaxed atmosphere took over the entire house.

Candles burned everywhere. Joan had spent fifty bucks on them alone. Incense burned, the hot-tub burbled outside and a fire crackled in the fireplace. Light jazz trickled out of the fine sound system.

Finally about eight thirty, it was Patricia who made the first nervous yet bold move. She just blurted out, “if some of our clothes don’t start coming off soon, I’ll just go fucking nuts.” Well that broke the ice, everyone laughed. Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a deck of cards and simultaneously all four got up and walked from the dinning room into the kitchen, with it’s big glass breakfast table that overlooked both the hot-tub outside and the fireplace in the family room.

Joey said, “Let’s not mess around with real poker, let’s just cut the cards four ways, the lowest card removes an article of clothing, draw a joker and that person can request the removal of any piece of clothing from any other individual.” “Done,” was the welcome response.

Trish had already noticed the bulge of the familiar but as late, not often seen member inside her husbands pants and when she glanced to Tony and her eyes probed the same area on him, she pleasantly noticed the same thing, only it seemed bigger, she wondered, she tingled, she felt swept away. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time. It felt wonderful. She tingled.

The cards shuffled, the deck made it’s way around the table and everyone took a cut. Joan was the first to turn up, a seven of spades. Trish noticed that Joan had a grin on her face a mile wide. Joey turned up the Queen of hearts, how appropriate Trish thought. Tony turned up the four of clubs, much to Trish’s delight. She flipped hers over and a huge laugh went out from all at the table. She had one of the joker’s.

Immediately Trish looked at Tony, who know found himself in double jeopardy, what with the low card of the cut and the joker threatening. Trish savored the moment though. “Hmmmm,” she hummed. Her tongue flicking the corner of her pouting glossed lips. “Two items?” she asked with an arch in her eyebrows. “Yeah common,” Tony mumbled. And escort fındıkzade then very abruptly, within a second and without provocation, Tony stood up and started to unbuckle his belt. A hoot went up from both Trish and Joan while Joey just sat there, mouth agape, as his closest brother pulled his pants down and pulled one leg out of them at a time. There he stood in all his glory – in his white boxer shorts of all things. The real difficulty came in concealing his very stiff member, which poked out of the fly and bobbed around until he fumbled and put it back in. Patricia was amazed, it looked plenty big enough all right. Joan was laughing, nearly uncontrollably.

Tony hurriedly sat down again, his member flying – out on the fly – again! As he fumbled to put it back in his shorts Trish said, “Hey, that was only one piece of clothing, I get to pick the other and it’s got to be the underwear.” With that Tony said, “Oh what the hell.” He got up, took off his underwear, took off the remainder of his cloths, yelled, “yah-hoo!” And went outside and got in the hot tub where he waved to the others through the large kitchen window.

Trish, Joey and Joan just looked at each other for a second, got up and started peeling off their clothes. They were all naked and in the hot tub in less than a minute.

The water was hot. A good thing too, it was at least thirty degrees outside. The night was beautiful. The stars shown down bright and clear. The hot-tub burbled and the outdoor sound system that Joey had so proudly installed, played relaxing jazz and blues.

Patricia moved closer to Tony who put his big left arm around her. She reached under the water and felt for him. Once she found it, she cupped it and then felt it’s full length. She glanced over at Joey and Joan, they were kissing and she couldn’t see any hands above the water. Joan moaned. She could see Joey’s arm moving back and forth and she new he was finger fucking Joan to oblivion. That’s when she realized that Tony had started to feel her right breast and lightly pinch her nipple. She worked her hand over his shaft and leaned into him for a deep tongue kiss. Trish’s eyes rolled back in her head.

The next thing Trish knew was that Tony was out of the water and he was lifting her up. He was going to carry her inside. Trish looked around and did not see Joan and her husband. She relinquished herself to the strength of Tony and put her head on his shoulder, kissing the nape of his neck.

As Tony carried her through the family room, past the fire, which now had lost it’s roar but still maintained a healthy amber glow, Trish could hear, from the living room, the moans of both Joan and Joey. As she and Tony reached the staircase that led to the bedrooms upstairs, he stopped and took a long look into the living room where his wife had straddled Joey, his little brother – right on the piano bench of all things. She rode him, up and down as he caressed her swaying breasts. Her head was back and she was moaning. Tony told Trish that he knew she was about to cum and wanted to watch. Joan rode faster, harder, she moaned louder. “Oh fuck,” is all she said as she bent over to bring her mouth to Joey’s and she simultaneously kissed him and mumbled, “I’m cumming!” She shuddered and the wetness rolled out of her and onto Joey’s thighs and onto the piano bench.

Pat couldn’t take it another second. She whispered, “Tony, let’s go – I need to suck your cock.” With that he slowly climbed the stairs, Trish in his arms.

Tony carried her to the guest bedroom. Trish figured that he didn’t want to deal with any of the mental complexities of fucking his brother’s wife, in his brother’s bedroom but she didn’t care. She needed dick and she needed it now, anywhere she could get it.

Tony laid her on the bed and Trish immediately took his cock in her mouth. “Wow,” she thought! A mouth is the true measuring device for the size of a mans cock. Tony was stretching her mouth a healthy size or two wider than Joey’s pecker could. Never the less, that did not daunt her, in fact it enthused her and she wasted no time in tonguing the head. She rolled it in her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. It turns out Tony must have been very, even overly excited. Trish could feel his orgasm building within seconds. She didn’t care, she knew she could bring him back around in mere minutes and she relished escort istanbul the thought of his cum splashing the back of her throat, something she had not felt or tasted in two years. She cupped his balls with her left hand and jacked Tony off with the other, all the time maintaining mouth contact with his huge member. Tony, yelled, “Christ!” And cautioned, “Watch out!” Such a gentleman she thought. But Trish was well beyond giving a shit about gentlemanly overtures. She didn’t say a word other than a repeated, “yes – yes – yes!” As Tony unloaded torrents of sperm into her eager mouth. His load was huge and seemed to never end. She could not keep up with it and his semen splashed over her lips and down her chin, pooling on her thighs. Tony’s knees gave out and he crumbled onto the bed with a, “Whew!” Trish held him and planned for another attack – soon.

Tony had closed his eyes and Trish thought he did deserve a rest. Besides she was a mess, a nice mess but a mess. She told Tony she was going to clean up, that he should rest and she’d be right back. She had other plans though.

As she tiptoed out of the guestroom she noticed the master bedroom, her bedroom, the door was ajar and a faint light was coming from within. She carefully looked in and to her surprise, saw nothing. She heard moaning though and realized that it was coming from the adjoining bathroom. That was the source of light and that was illuminating the bedroom. She causally approached the bathroom. She looked through the crack provided by the slightly open door and in the reflection of the bathroom mirror she clearly saw what was going on. Joey had Joan on the sink, spread eagle, his tongue buried in her snatch and two fingers up her extremely well lubricated asshole. Joan was going wild.

Trish, who had not had an orgasm yet, instinctually reached down to her pussy and fingered her soft but hardening clit. But she knew that she could not watch for long. Tony would wonder where she was and she didn’t want to break the flow of what Joey and Joan where doing. So, as she heard Joan yelp, “You must fuck me up the ass, please!” Trish turned and started to tip toe back to Tony in the guestroom.

That’s when Trish jumped out of her wits, right through the ceiling in fact. Because before she could reach the door she ran smack dab into Tony coming the other way, he was looking for her. She made an excited effort the say, “Shoosh!” With her finger to her mouth she indicated for him to be quiet. Tony did this but he grabbed her with his big hands and nudged her back toward the bathroom door. It did not take much coaxing. Now both Trish and Tony peered through the bathroom door and in the mirrored reflection they both saw as Joey greased his penis with lubricant and Joan finger fucked herself and murmured for him to fuck her quick. Joey moved closer and brought Joan’s ass forward to the edge of the sink. Joan was well prepared. Joey sank into her easily and began to stroke. Joan could only say, “Fuck, oh fuck!” And as she fingered her pussy with both hands, one on her clit and the other with two finger buried inside her as she let her head drop back against the mirrored wall.

That’s truly all Trish could take. She again made the sign, upraised index finger to her lips, an indication of silence and with the other hand on the bathroom door jam; she bent forward and spread her legs. Tony knew what to do. He got behind her and very slowly and quietly; he entered her, all the way. Her pussy went crazy. Her pussy convulsed and her juices ran down her thighs. Tony slid in and out of her very slowly but building in rhythm and intensity. Both he and Trish watched through the crack of the door as Joey took care of Joan in much the same way. All four of them were building toward orgasm – at the very same time.

Joan started to cum first. She nearly had her entire fist in her pussy and this just made Joey go nuts, he’d never seen such a thing. As Joan let out her first cries of ecstasy so did Joey, followed by the muffled cries of Trish and Tony. Joey pulled his dick out of Joan’s ass and spewed her from chest to navel. That was way too much for both Trish and Tony. And Tony stayed in her, riding her hard as they both came. Tony’s juices spurted out of Pat’s pussy and globbed onto the bed room carpet.

That’s when Trish lost her balance and virtually went head long into the bathroom with Tony in tow. They stumbled, he popped out of her escort aksaray pussy and they danced into full view of Joan and Joey. Spontaneous laughter broke out, fingers pointed and faces flushed with red from fresh orgasms bore smiles of grinning contentment from ear to ear.

Joey was the first to speak, “Showers anybody?”

That night, the first night, more lovemaking ensued. Right up until the mandatory six-hour time limit. Joan and Tony went home happy and sore, all fucked out.

The next day Joey and Trish went to pick up their kids. They were met with very warm hugs and much encouragement regarding their next erotic meeting. The only thing they discovered was that they had all forgotten about the condoms – whoops. Next time they’d remember.

All was happy on both home fronts and of course, nobody else knew a thing. The “big family thing” was intact. Funny thing, for all four of them, their sex lives with their life-long spouses picked up immensely. It seemed everything would work out just fine. That all was perfect. Patricia was very, very happy.

That was the first time.

Stay tuned for – the second time.

But first – “Guilt sets in.”

Even though Patricia had only partaken in “extramarital sex – (Oh my God!!!!),” she gleefully thought – once! – and at that, for the very first time in her entire life (she married as a virgin) – she was simply rejuvenated. She was a whirlwind. At work, around the house, every where, people noticed. The bounce in her step was so high her toes were hurting by the end of the day. This was good, very good – at first.

Then it started to get to her. Especially the “people noticing” part. She didn’t know what to say to them, “Yes, I feel great because my totally hunk brother-in-law shagged me rotten and not only does my husband know and condone it, he in fact had the same type of fun with his brother’s wife – yes, the same brother I’m having fun with, we’re all in it together – it’s simply incestuous, isn’t it?” Patricia started to feel guilty.

At first it was merely because she was “getting it,” she was having this kind of sinful fun that most others only fantasized about. At least that’s what she thought. After all, prior to this, she had only fantasized about it. She wouldn’t ever have actually “acted upon it.” It was pure fate, desperate need and family love that had somehow transformed her life into what it had now become. Surely most people did not have the same situations popping up in their lives. Or did they? Well, Trish didn’t think so. So, she felt bad. Bad for them, all those people living out their lives in a desperately wanton, sexual shell of frustration.

Then her initial, light despair took a turn for the worse. One thing that contributed to this was that she was thinking too much, too much about the back and forth, the good and bad, of her situation, all bouncing around inside her head – that’s when the catalyst for this new, deeper edge of despair, simply happened – the President of the United States got caught with his pants down. And with a very young woman no less, an intern even. An unpaid intern. And within days it was clear that she, the intern, wasn’t the only one either. This man, the President, was not necessarily high on Patricia’s list of great men, let alone Presidents. Yeah, she held respect for the office and the skills that would allow anyone to obtain that office but this particular President had experienced much controversy throughout his tenure and she therefore thought of him as sneaky – at best. This news devastated her.

She began to question the “good of illicit sex.” And yes, she still called it, “illicit sex.” After all, that’s the way she was taught. That’s the way she was brought up. That’s what her parents and her church had always told her. Even though she had felt elated after partaking in it, even after remembering the years of frustration of denying the need for it, even after the feeling of complete freedom that she had so recently felt – she now felt guilty, she felt dirty, she felt cheep. No, she wasn’t a mental wreck or anything; she just felt uggy and confused.

Joey on the other hand was planning the next “quarterly meeting” with unbridled glee. He was going nuts. His initial hesitancy was long gone. His libido, rejuvenated by their first group tryst, was literally through the roof. And when he wasn’t planning for their next four-way bout he was chasing Trish around the house, they did it in the garage, in the car, anywhere. “Whew,” Trish thought, “this was exhausting, be careful what you ask for. I mean, this is good, it’s much better than it was before, but Christ, calm down dude.” The truth is she relished the attention, attention she had not received from Joey in a long while. Confusion reigned.

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After a day of meetings, I arrived in the office late afternoon and had barely sat down at my desk when Dione, my chief financial officer walked in and closed the door behind her. That immediately set off alarm bells. I don’t hide things from my employees, many of whom have worked for me for a long time, so I rarely have closed-door meetings. When Dione sat in the chair opposite my desk, that was another alarm bell and I really started to worry about what was wrong. Dione started off as my executive assistant and was my very first employee. Even though she has been happily married for a while, we have history and she likes to flirt so usually she would have perched on my desk, so I could get a good view of her long, perfectly shaped legs in fishnet stockings and four-inch stiletto heels.

“What’s wrong? I said.

“It’s Kelly,” Dione replied. “In the last two or three days we’ve received six requests to garnishee her wages. The companies making the request won’t tell me anything, privacy of course, but given the amount of money she makes, she’s obviously in deep trouble financially if she can’t keep up her payments.”

“You’re dead right. Kelly is the best sales person we’ve got so and between her base salary and the commission and bonuses she’s picking up, she’s got some sort of major problem if she can’t pay her bills,” I said. “She may just be living beyond her means, but she could have some sort of major problem and need some help. Bottom line, we need to find out what’s going on.”

“She certainly is a great sales person, one of the best I’ve ever seen,” said Dione. “But right now, what are we going to do?”

“Is there any sort of mandated response time for these garnishee requests?” I said.

“Yes, once a company receives a request the garnishee should be in place by the next pay cycle unless it’s received less than a week before pay day.”

“OK, that’s good,” I said. “Everyone has just been paid so we’ve got the best part of a month to sort all this out.”

“What are we going to do?” Dione asked.

“You need to give me the garnishee notices and I need to talk to Kelly to try and find out what on earth is going on.”

“And then?” Dione said.

“It depends on her attitude. If she takes responsibility for what she’s done and asks for help then I’ll see what I can do to help her. If she doesn’t, then we’ll just put through the garnishees and monitor her performance closely.”

“I thought you’d say something like that,” Dione said. “You’re a good man, James.”

“It’s the fair thing to do. We don’t know what’s behind her financial issues. It could be sheer recklessness but there could also be some major challenge she’s going through that she hasn’t told us about. I think Kelly has almost as much potential as you and my investment in your development over the years has paid off rather well.”

“You say the nicest things,” Dione said as she bent over to kiss me full on the lips before heading out the door.

What in the hell was that about I thought as I watched Dione’s perfect ass and legs walk out the door. Dione and I have history, but she hadn’t kissed me like that in years.

When I first put Dione on as my PA she was single and I was still married, albeit unhappily. I was 37 and she was 27. My wife, Maria, and I had married young, I was 25, she was 22. It was a silly thing to do but my family and all our friends kept on saying what a catch she was, that I was batting way above my average etc., and that I should get a ring on her finger before someone else did. In some ways Maria and I were a great match, intellectually we complemented each other perfectly. I am great at generating ideas but tend to be lazy and drop things at the first obstacle. Maria was incredibly disciplined and had a great work ethic. She was terrific at helping me work out which ideas were worth persevering with and had a tremendous appetite for work which inspired me to stick at things more rather than give up and try something else. As an economic unit we were second to none and we were each other’s best friend. Sex was where things fell apart.

When it came to sex I know two things. The first is that sexual incompatibility is a major destroyer of relationships and the second is that sexually I was very adventurous. Before Maria and I started dating seriously I had been in a relationship with a much older woman who was rather sexually adventurous. Sally would let me do anything I wanted to her as long as didn’t involve shit and I mean anything.

We fucked on our second date, then she sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She swallowed that time but I could have blown my load anywhere I wanted. The next date she wanted me to fuck her ass so I did. It felt fantastic so I did it again – often. For the 18 months or so we were together she never let my morning hard on go to waste, she’d suck me, fuck me or at the very least give me a hand job.

We went to swingers’ clubs and gang bang parties, escort topkapı I’d share her with guys she picked up at pubs and clubs and she’d share me with bi-girls that we picked up together. For her 35th birthday party we went to a swingers’ club and she sucked my cock on all fours while 35 guys came up, fucked her from behind and pinned up the loaded condom on the wall like some online gang bang videos. She had only wanted 35 but somehow the club let 39 guys in. Sally didn’t want anyone to miss out so four guys got to blow their load in her mouth that night.

Another time we were showering together and I started to piss. Quick as a flash, Sally got on her knees, wrapped her lips around my cock and drank every bit of it. Sounds weird but it felt almost as good as cumming in her mouth. She must have enjoyed it because at the next gang bang party we went to she told all the guys there to just piss in her mouth instead of going to the bathroom. Some were weirded out by the request but most of them were happy to and Sally happily guzzled down piss all night as well as sucking and fucking a dozen guys.

All in all, I was in a sexual paradise and even though Sally was 10 years older than me, after 18 months I suggested I move in as soon as I could find someone to take over the lease on my apartment. Bad move. She said she’d think about it but didn’t call me or return any of my calls for a week. She finally called and invited me out to her place for the weekend but all weekend she seemed sad and distracted, although the sex was as awesome as ever. Over dinner on Sunday night she ended the relationship. She said the age gap was too big and she never intended for us to be like a proper couple, it was just about the sex. I tried to get her to change her mind, but she was adamant that it was over.

Maria and I had gone to different high schools but we’d run across each other regularly at debating competitions and we became friends despite me being three years older. Given that girls mature faster than boys at that age we were well matched. The friendship deepened when we ended up at the same university together and completely by chance she moved into the apartment next door to mine. I had worked for two years before going to university so I was only a year ahead of her despite the age gap and because I did an honours year we ended up hitting the real world at the same time.

I didn’t realise it, but Maria had had a crush on me ever since the first time we met at a debating competition. Because I was older, when we first met I was an old hand who had represented my school at regional, state and national competitions for a couple of years, but it was her first regional competition. Maria had got lost on the large university campus that was hosting the regional competition and was starting to stress that she wouldn’t be able to find where she was supposed to be in before the debate started and by the time she asked me for help she was almost in tears. Luckily for her, our respective lecture theatres were opposite each other so I walked her to where she was supposed to be and taught her a quick meditation and deep breathing exercise to calm her nerves on the way. Her team totally blew away their opponents on her first outing and she hung around till my heat was finished to thank me. I got a big hug and a kiss hello when we met at the state competition a few months later and from then on we hung out together at debating competitions and caught up occasionally out of school.

When Sally ended the relationship I was heartbroken, but Maria was too smart to be a rebound girl, she let a couple of others take the fall on that before making her move. We were walking home from work one evening when out of the blue she asked me why I’d never asked her out. I was surprised to say the least and stuttered something about not wanting to risk wrecking a good friendship by hitting on her.

The truth was, in all the years we’d known each other she’d never let on she thought about me that way. And I always thought my looks were pretty average, but Maria’s Italian mother had passed on the looks of a slightly less voluptuous Monica Bellucci and I thought she was totally out of my league. When she turned to me and said, “Well if you ever did ask me out, the answer would be yes,” I nearly tripped over my own feet.

“Umm. But. Umm. Maria. Umm. Would you. Umm. Like to go out for dinner tonight?” I barely managed to get out, I was so surprised.

“I’d love to, you doofus,” she said. “There’s a new Italian restaurant in Leichardt I want to try. I’ll book it, you pick me up at 7, wear a jacket.”

We held hands as we walked back to the car and when I dropped her home I got a smouldering kiss goodbye, matched by similarly passionate kiss hello when I picked her up that evening. I guess because we’d been friends for years before we started dating things moved quickly and we became a couple within escort weeks. Six months after the first date we moved in together and a year after that we were married. Maria knew about some of the stuff that Sally and I used to do and she laid down some ground rules early on. Swingers clubs and gang bangs were out of the question, as was anal, but she was happy to try other things. After trying it, Maria found she quite enjoyed being spit roasted and more than a few times a girlfriend of hers would stay at our place and the three of us would end up in bed together.

So far so good, but then we got married. Like most newlyweds, we were all over each other on our honeymoon and that kept going for a while. But all the adventurous stuff such as threesomes stopped fairly quickly. At first it didn’t bother me that much. Having two girls at once occasionally was a lot of fun, but I loved Maria far more deeply than I ever had Sally. I didn’t mind her blowing another guy but often felt uncomfortable if he wanted to fuck her. It was her call of course but I always felt relieved on those occasions when she refused and felt a little twinge of jealousy when she didn’t. In the end there was no formal discussion about it, I just realised one day that it had been a year or more since we’d last brought a male or female playmate home with us.

Sex between the two of us was still good but within a few short years it just went from bad to worse. Our careers were both going ahead full throttle and Maria was also doing her PhD in her “spare time” but it got to the point where I only ever got a blowjob after I’d gone down on her and even then, not always. Instead of wakeup blowjobs and morning glories, I got pushed out of bed to make coffee. Instead of trying to distract me by flashing her tits or playing with my cock when she was bored watching Super 14 Rugby with me, she’d go into her study and work. Around about this time I got made redundant. I had been with the company for a while and got a healthy redundancy which put a lot of cash into the bank so at 34, I set up my own business.

Within a year I was making double what I made working for someone else, in two years almost five times, but I was working 14-hour days and at that point I realised needed to employ staff. Dione was my first hire. Her official title was personal assistant, but she quickly started helping with marketing and financials as well. With a business and accounting degree it seemed there was nothing she couldn’t do and the business really took off. We hired more people and Dione became office and HR manager as well, but it wasn’t long before we were big enough that we needed full time people in those roles too. I know I’m good at what I do but Dione was even better and hiring her was the best decision I’d ever made.

For the first few months we worked together it was very professional but also friendly. We got on like a house on fire right from that first meeting. Eventually Dione started to flirt a bit and I responded in kind but always kept within bounds. Not long after the flirting started I was invited to present at a conference. It was being held at a resort in the Whitsundays, things had been manic for the last few months and Dione had been working as hard as I had, so I asked her if she wanted to come to the conference. She wouldn’t have a lot of work to do because I’d be conferencing, I’d just need her to keep on top of my email and handle any urgent issues that came up.

She came to the conference and had a great time for three days, hanging out on the beach and by the pool as well as exploring the island and hitting the day spa which I’d told her to charge to the corporate account. The conference wound up at lunch time on the third day but I’d decided to stay an extra night so I could go do some snorkelling and have a bit of downtime myself.

For much of the conference Dione had worn little more than a tiny G-string bikini during the day; I swear my handkerchief had more fabric in it. If other conference delegates were around she’d throw on a sarong but if it was just me she stayed in her bikini, giving me a great view of her incredible body. Dione was almost as tall as me, about 5’10”, with long dark red-brown hair and unusual for a redhead, slightly olive skin. Very athletic with barely any fat, her boobs were a good size, a well filled B, small C probably, and very firm with hardly any bounce as she moved.

Much to my surprise when I said I was going snorkelling, she came with me and seemed to have a great time. It was the first time she had ever done it and she was excited as a kid at seeing the reef closeup. As we walked around the island she couldn’t stop talking about it and how it was just like being in a David Attenborough documentary. She was wearing one of her tiny little bikinis again – she seemed to have a new one for each day – and I had plenty of time to enjoy the sight of her incredible body.

After the circuit of escort fatih the island we hiked up to the highest point of the island where there was a look out. The view was incredible, blue sky and the sea myriad shades of blue as we looked out over the Great Barrier Reef and we just sat there together, quiet, comfortable in each other’s company looking at the view.

Later that evening we had dinner together at the resort’s upmarket restaurant. The conference had been a great success. My presentation had gone down very well and we’d picked up some more work from existing customers and got a lot of interest from some prospective clients. I was in the mood to celebrate and the restaurant had an impressive wine list so I kicked the night off with a bottle of vintage Bollinger champagne.

Dione looked incredible in a backless halter necked black dress and more than a few husbands and boyfriends got a dig in the ribs for ogling her a little too obviously or frequently. We started off talking about work but before long we were talking about all sorts of things; family, interests, what we did in our spare time, what we thought about various issues of the day. We laughed, we debated some issues spiritedly but respectfully and were in furious agreement about others. I always knew Dione was smart but as the night wore on my admiration for this beautiful and intelligent woman increased the longer we talked.

She surprised me when she asked, “Are you happy?”

“That’s a hell of a question,” I replied. “Does it look like I’m not?”

“It is and yes, sometimes,” Dione said. “I get the impression that you love your wife totally and utterly but you’re not happy with the way the relationship is going.”

I hadn’t talked about my growing dissatisfaction with my marriage to anyone but before I knew it I started to talk to Dione. I could hear the voice of my relationship counsellor mother in my head. “The last person you should be talking to about your marital problems was an attractive woman who could possibly be interested in replacing your wife,” so at first I was guarded, admitting I was unhappy but not going into any great detail. As the night progressed I found myself opening up and telling Dione more and more. The wine that we drank with dinner had a lot to do with it but I also needed to talk to someone because as I talked, I realised that I was desperately unhappy.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this as we work together and everything,” I said, “but you’re the first person I’ve felt that I could talk to.”

“Have you tried talking to some of your male friends,” Dione asked.

“It is difficult because I don’t have many close male friends, Maria has been my best friend since high school, but yes, I have,” I replied. “They all have kids and their sex lives are even worse so they think I’m complaining about nothing. Most of them reckon that even boring sex once a week with a woman as stunning as Maria is better than what they’ve got.”

“But how do you feel about that?” Dione asked.

I went silent for a while, trying to find the words to express how I felt.

“Do you remember the old joke about the bride who says she’s incredibly happy because once the wedding is over she’ll never have to give her husband to be a blowjob ever again?”

Dione nodded. “Yes. It’s one of those stereotypical metaphors that are uncomfortably insightful.”

“Yeah, that’s how I think about it as well. And you see, I swore that I didn’t want to marry a woman like that, that I didn’t want my life to be like that. I swore that I didn’t want to be begging for a blowjob on my birthday a few years after I got married.”

“But that’s what you ended up with,” Dione said.

“Yes, that’s what I ended up with. Maybe those self-development snake oil salespeople like Tony Robbins are right and the universe doesn’t recognise the word don’t. Maybe I brought this all upon myself even though I was desperately trying to avoid it.”

Dione leaned back in her chair and looked at me. “I think you’re being too hard on yourself but the question is what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “In every other way we are incredibly compatible, and it seems just crazy to blow up a marriage over lousy sex. Not to mention that my family and hers are both Catholic and would go nuts if I just walked out. Maria and I have achieved so much together, I would never have taken the step of starting my own business without her support and we wouldn’t have had the financial reserves if she’d been like most her friends who spend money faster than they earn it. Maria’s always be incredibly disciplined with money and she taught me to be like that too. Which meant we already had a year’s living expenses in the bank when I got made redundant. But then she wouldn’t have done her PhD and become an academic without my support, so it’s been a two-way street.”

Dione asked me again. “So again, what are you going to do about it?”

“For now, I’m going to do nothing. I suggested counselling a little while ago. Maybe I need to suggest it again.”

“If leaving the marriage is not an option that’s probably the best you can do,” Dione said. “But for what it’s worth, I think you deserve better than what you’ve got now.”

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Intro

If you are looking for well-written pros, them my stories are not for you.

They are based on the things I have fantasised about throughout my life so are not meant to be realistic or factual.

They are about good, hardcore sex, not romance and so are meant to be fanciful and raunchy; even ‘raw’.

If it can happen in porn films it can happen in my stories so don’t read them and then leave smart arse comments about what teens do and don’t say or 10-inch cocks being ridiculous (Google Jonah Falcon). Just save yourself time and find a different story to read.

**********

Tom has been working in London and is staying over for the night in an exclusive hotel paid for by his client.

He is running late so doesn’t get there to check in until around 10pm.

He goes to his room to shed his suit and get into a t-shirt, tracky bottoms and a pair of flip flops.

On his way to the sauna he drops in the busy bar to get a bottle of ice cold water.

He doesn’t notice them but they see him. A couple of young girls who have been ‘partying’ the whole evening.

Tom goes to the sauna area, takes off his clothes and puts them in a locker, ties a towel around his waist and heads into the sauna.

The door is at one end with long, built in benches rising 3 high on both sides. The stones and the water bucket are the far end on the floor.

The sauna is quit dry as it has not been used for a while so Tom puts some water on the hot stones to get some steam going and then head to the top seats on to the left.

As he is on his own, he opens up his towel to let the sauna do its work, takes a drink of ice cold water and rests his head on the back wall to chill.

He has only been in there for about ten minutes when the door opens and the two young girls from the bar enter. Tom must have been having a sexy dream as he wakes to see his big cock is erect and standing proud between his legs. He quickly moves his towel to cover himself up to save his embarrassment.

Tom finds it difficult to guess their age but reckons they can’t be more 19 or 20 years old.

They are both only about 5 4, slim, almost skinny even. One has long dark hair and the other has long blonde hair, both have their hair tied up.

“Mind if we join you mister?” asks the blonde, knowing he can’t say no, as they walk to far end where Tom is and sit on the bottom level to the right, opposite Tom.

They sit for a while, and then the blonde leans over to whisper in the ear of her friend. Then she says,

“Hey Mister, would you mind if we took off our towels? It is awfully warm in here!” Asks the blonde, who is obviously the bolder of the two.

What can he say? What should he say? He really would like to see what they have underneath the fluffy white towels.

“That is fine by me.” He responds.

So they both stand up, untuck the folds at the top of their towels that are holding them in place just above their tits and just let the towels drop to the floor around their ankles.

Tom feels the blood surge into his cock instantly.

They are both a bit on the skinny side for his like but they still have good shape. Both have a curved back running into a high, round ass. They have longish legs for their height, with athletic thighs. Surprisingly, to say how thin they are, both have C cup tits. Both are very fuckable!

“Aren’t you going to take your towel back off?” asks the blonde, leading Tom to think that they had been peeping through the window in the door before they came in, whilst he was snoozing. And then this is confirmed when she goes on to say “You haven’t got anything we have not seen already.”

Tom is embarrassed now, and his cheeks go red to show it.

“Come on Mister, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Looked like you are big boy to me?” Come on let’s see how big it actually is,” she says and then she moves to climb up toward Tom as he opens up his towel.

“Jeez, it looks even bigger close-up Charlie!” she says to her girlfriend, kneeling between Tom’s feet and eying his now semi-hard member which now droops out from the base with the big, swollen head resting between his thighs.

“Can I touch it mister?” She asks. She doesn’t wait for an answer though, she just reaches out with her right hand and curls her long slender fingers, with pink nail extensions, around the middle of his thick shaft. Then she lifts it up and slowly starts to pump it.

The impact is instantaneous. The shaft starts to lengthen and thicken in her hand before their eyes. As she keeps pumping it isn’t long before his cock is fully erect again. She pulls back to admire her handy work.

“Look Charlie, it must be a 10 incher at least and so thick. That would stretch a teen pussy, don’t you think?” She asks her pal, sizing up the cock that is straight in front of her face

“It sure would Millie!” Charlie replies.

And then before anyone can say or do anything else she leans forward, grabs the base if his shaft again with her right hand, pulls back the foreskin and drops her pink, lipstick covered mouth, onto the big purple cockhead to kiss it.

But she doesn’t stop there. As she pulls his cock with her right hand, she takes the big purple head into her mouth to suck on it. Her cheeks are drawn in as she sucks on him hard, sliding her lips back and forth of the fat rim of his cock head.

And she continues sucking, licking and slurping on it as she tugs him whilst playing with her cute, clean-shaven pussy with her left hand. Tom rests his head back on the wall behind him, his eyes closed and in ecstasy as this wanton teen pleasures his huge member.

Meanwhile, Charlie has climbed up to join them, kneeling to Tom’s right. She leans in and as she brings her cute little mouth toward him, he sticks out his long tongue and she wraps her luscious red lips around it and starts to suck

On it, just like Millie is sucking his on his cock. As she sucks his tongue he moves his right hand across and up between her curvy thighs, sliding it between legs and through her curly dark bush.

First he slides his long middle finger into her wet pussy and she moans as her frigs her with it. Then he goes to work, flicking her now erect clit with his index finger. With his expert touch it is not long before she is tensing and moaning as her first orgasm builds and then she lurches bolt upright, trembling as it hits.

“Yes, yes, yes! She moans as she shudders and shakes.

*********

The three are engrossed in the foreplay when suddenly the door to the sauna opens and in walks another woman who was in the bar earlier to see what was happening. The only thing she is wearing is a pair of black heels. She carries her towel.

Millie stops sucking and looks round to see a mature 30 something, statuesque blonde.

“Don’t mind me!” The woman urges, as she sits on the bottom level just to the right of the door. “I’ve just cum to watch the action!” She adds, draping the towel over her lap.

Millie’s pussy is dripping now and she was just about to try Tom’s cock for size when the voyeur arrived. “Fuck it. I’m not stopping now!” She thinks, as she stands up and moves to straddle Tom’s muscular thighs, before kneeling over him on the top level.

“Hold it for me.” She instructs Charlie, who takes hold of Tom’s engorged shaft at the base, pulls the foreskin back and holds it vertical as Millie positions herself.

Now, directly above his pole, she slowly lowers herself. First, as her pussy touches the tip of his cock, her tender young labia parts and she slips over the head.

“Fuck, it big Charlie!” She tells her friend as she gradually slides down on the thick shaft. “Shit, that is tight!” She adds, as she struggles to cope with the thick girth.

As she finally takes it all, Tom can’t istanbul eskort resist leaning forward to suck on her young tits. As he does so, he can see that their voyeur has her right hand under the towel, rubbing her pussy as she watches the action.

Now Millie sits there for a while, getting used to the biggest cock she has ever had, and then she starts to ride him, bouncing up and down on him, taking his long shaft up to the hilt every time.

She starts slowly at first, but as she juices up, her pace quickens. She is now bouncing faster than Tom has ever seen a girl do before and her pert young tits jiggle ever quicker right in front of his eyes.

“Ride him girl!” Charlie encourages, sitting to Tom’s right with her legs wide apart as she rubs her pussy.

Tom can see that the MILF is enjoying the spectacle too! She is rubbing herself frantically under the towel her fingers gliding frantically form side to side over her erect clit and then she groans loudly and shudders as she cums.

Millie is close too!

“Yes, yes, yes!” She moans, as she gets ever closer. Then, “Oh my god!” she grunts as she starts to shiver and shake.

As her orgasm hits she stops bouncing and settles down onto the full length of Tom’s big rod. Now she starts to slide her small round ass back and forth furiously, grinding her erect clit against his groin and prolonging her spasm.

As the first wave passes she slows her pace but keeps grinding.

“Is it my turn yet? Charlie asks.

“Two more minutes, two more minutes,” Mille begs, as her next orgasm is already starting to build

“Two more minutes, two more minutes,” she whispers this time as she gets ever closer, then “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she screams as she stops grinding and her whole body goes stiff and starts to shudder.

“Fuck yes,” she moans as the spasm passes. “I needed that!” she adds as she climbs off his cock.

“Jeez, that is some cock!” exclaims the voyeur as Tom’s cock cums in to view for the first time she joined them.

“It’s fuckin huge!” Millie answers.

Meanwhile, Charlie has now positioned herself on all fours next to Tom, inviting him to take her from behind, doggy style. This is one of Tom’s favorite positions as it means he can control pace and depth of each stroke, so he moves in to position on the bench kneeling between her long slender legs.

Before he fucks her, he licks the middle fingers of his left hand and slides then between her thighs again to rub her labia whilst with his right hand he pulls his equine member.

Whilst Tom prepares to mount Charlie, Millie has climbed down to the floor and invited the voyeur to join her, so she is closer to the action. As the woman sits down on the bottom bench, Millie bends over and whispers in her ear. They both giggle and then Millie slips to the floor between the woman’s legs and start to lick her pussy.

******

Back up top, once he is happy that she is juiced up, Tom pushes his shaft down, pulls back the foreskin and moves forward until the tip of his big, bulbous cockhead touch the labia of her perfect peach-shaped vulva. He slides it up and down an inch or two, feeling for the opening and when he feels it, he eases his hips forward.

The big bulbous head easily parts her labia, but her chute is even tighter than Millie’s, even though she is really wet. He is not to be deterred though, so with the tip of his cock safely lodged he takes hold of her hips with both hands and as he pushes forward with his hips, he pulls her backward toward him gradually forcing his huge cock into her.

“Fuck, that is big!” she moans, looking back at Tom as he manages to only get 2 or 3 inches into her.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks

“Are you kidding? Not likely, if she can take it I can!” says Charlie, referring to Millie.

“Ok, if you are sure.” Says Tom as he holds her steady by the hips and starts to fuck her slowly with escort şirinevler just the end of his cock, planning to feed more into her, as her vagina gets juicier and relaxes. With each stroke he pulls it nearly out before sliding it back in. He is so big that as he does so her labia is pulled out as if reluctant to let his shaft go. The sight makes him even more horny.

************

Down below, Millie is really going to town on the MILF, licking her labia and sucking on her erect clit. The woman is moaning and groaning as her second orgasm builds. She has her eyes closed and she is shaking her head from side to side as if to deny the climax and prolong the ecstasy!

She can’t though and her face contorts and her body shudders as the pleasure from her pussy rips through her whole body. As it does so, she grabs the back of Milli’s head with both hands and pulls it forward, burying it in her minge. Millie shakes her head form side to side in response.

Yes, yes, yes!” the woman screams as the second wave of her orgasm peaks!

********

Tom’s persistence is being rewarded and he has now worked 6 or 7 inches into Charlie, as he continues to fuck her with short strokes moving just 3 or 4 in and out as her fucks her at a steady pace.

“Is there much more to go?” asks Charlie looking around=d again and hoping the answer is no!

“About 3 or 4 more inches!” Is the bad news form Tom.

“Fuck girl, how did you manage to take all of this monster?” she shouts to Millie, who is not being eaten out by the MILF who is returning the favour.

“Stick with it Charlie. Not much more to go now and then you will love it.” Answers Millie.

“I hope you are right!”

Tom is sensing that he can give her the lot now so on the next up stroke he stops and bends forward on top her back, reaching underneath with both hands taking hold of her tiny, teen tits. As he rubs them he bends his head forward next to her left ear.

“Here you go Charlie!” he whispers as, squeezing her tits hard he slowly eases his hips forward pushing the last 4 inches of thick shaft into her chute until the big, bulbous head butts up against her cervix.

“Holy shit! Thank fuck for that!” she cries as she feels her ass hit against his taught torso and knows he is ball deep and there is no more to come. “Hurry up and fuck me now.” She pleads. So, Tom straightens back up, takes hold of her by the hips again, pulls out 3 or 4 inches for later and then begins to fucker with long strokes.

He starts at a steady pace, but her chute is now well lubricated, and he is sliding in and out with ease, so he quickens it up. With each stroke he is pulling back until just the head remains inside and at this slightly downward angle due to his greater height, the rim of his cockhead is catching her G-Spot on the front of her vulva.

As he continues to rock back and forth, she is becoming increasing agitated as the pleasure surges out from her pussy through the whole of her body.

“Yes., fuck me, fuck me!” She pleads,” I am going to cum, I am going to cum!” and then she goes silent and stiff as she reaches her first climax of the evening.

As soon as she goes stiff, with the very next stroke Tom ram’s the whole 10 inch into her, up to the hilt and holding her steady by the hips he starts to fuck her hard and deep, her ass slapping against his groin with every length!

Charlie can’t cope! Her arms collapse under her as she continues to cum and Tom continues to slap it into her.

He is close too now, so his pace is relentless as he fucks her long, hard and deep until he suddenly pulls out, grabs his shaft and pulls it vigorously.

Then “Arrgh!” he yells as with the next stroke he pulls it back hard and squirts, sending a jet of spunk upwards and over her back. Another long stroke and another squirt and another and another until he has shot is load!

“Blimey, that is some cum shot mister says Millie and the MILF agree.

“Look,” says the MILF, I have the penthouse sweet to myself. Why don’t we gather up our things and go back there for drinks and little more fun?”

“Sounds like a plan,” responds Tom, hoping he might get to fuck her later. And unbeknownst to him, that is exactly what she is hoping to!

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Bu kadar güzel yüzü ve vücudu olan kadının amı berbat görünüyordu.
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Kadını yatağa yatırıp okşamaya başladım.
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İnce beli dolgun kalçaları vardı.
Kadın yatakta sırtüstü yatarken ben ayakta kadının ayak bileklerinden tutarak iki ayağını birleştirdim ve sikimi iki ayağının arasında ileri geri yaparak tam kaldırmaya çalışıyordum.
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Probably because James was on my mind I awoke around three a.m., restless. I replayed chunks of our conversation over in my mind but it was mostly the unspoken that resonated with me. Looks, smiles, eye contact at the most intimate moments.

I got out of bed in the dark, sliding on a light peignoir over my nudity. The hot day had given over to a warm night.. Glancing out the window, I spied a sliver of moon and heard the chirps of night insects, hugged myself, and moved into the living room. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I’d excused myself to go to the restroom while we were at the coffee shop; unbeknownst to him, my nether regions had become damp with excitement and I needed a break.

What if he’d come home with me, I thought, instead of being a gentleman and giving me a chaste kiss on the forehead? A shiver coursed through me and in a ray of moonlight through the blinds I spied my nipples perked at attention. Well, then. There was nothing for it but it but to take this fantasy to its pleasurable conclusion.

I stood, eyes closed, legs slightly apart, envisioning us coming to my door, touching a little, but not too much. He’d been perfectly respectful. A bit flirty but not pervy, just enough to make me wonder what it would be like. You know. To have him inside me.

We shared our first kiss before I even shut the door behind us, his warm lips urfa escort on mine, his tongue pushing against my teeth. I obeyed his desire and our tongues wrapped around each other, exploring, exchanging their wet wonder. His hands on my hips, he cupped my buttocks in them, squeezing a little.

Oh god. I returned to my bed and tore off the peignoir. Caressing my breasts, rubbing my nipples, I lay back on the pillows and spread my legs, letting one hand move slowly down my torso, just inside the top end of my vulva. Wet and sticky. My clit throbbed in anticipation.

By now James had divested me of my clothing and his own, keeping our mouths busy the entire time. His hands roamed from my breasts to my pubic hair, tantalizing me with two fingers inside my vulva; stopping short of touching my clit. I pushed my pelvis against his hand, my clit longing for contact, but he pulled back.

“Uhhhhh,” I moaned, and realized I’d been rubbing my clit with my finger. It felt hot and sticky, begging me for more. I ran my finger into my vagina, loosening an explosion of wetness that ran toward my anus; I fervently spread it over my clit and environs, suddenly noticing my shallow breaths.

I grasped his hand and we fell onto my bed, his cock hard and glistening. I gripped it and leaned over him to taste him. With a sigh of bliss he lay back while I licked sivas escort and sucked and familiarized myself with the deliciousness of him. He pushed me back after a few moments, shaking his head, and sat up. “Not yet,” he whispered.

I knew exactly where my vibrator was on the bedside table. With eyes closed in rapturous arousal, I found it, turned it on, and began slowly, stroking against my clit. I squeezed myself around the vibrator and rolled onto my side, shoving it in a little, turning up the speed, and ground myself into it. With my sticky fingers I rubbed my breasts and nipples, breathing hard now as I gyrated my hips.

He kissed me a few more times, and moved me onto my back, his mouth now finding my clit. He flicked at it a few times with his tongue, driving me mad with desire, making me yelp with each touch.

“Like that?” he asked breathlessly.

“God, don’t stop!” I yelled.

Laughing a little, he moved his face into my vulva, licking, exploring my vagina and its wet exudation. I lay there helpless, in thrall to this ultimate joy. He could do anything to me now, I just longed for an orgasm, and was near to exploding. Next thing I knew, he’d moved himself over me, his hard-on grazing my stomach, now poised over my vagina. He spread my legs apart with his hands, kissed my nipples, and entered me ever so slightly.

I tekirdağ escort gasped with anticipation.

Oh but he was a tease!

I continued undulating myself against the vibrator which keened like an overworked blender. I found myself aroused by the sound of it, echoing the desperation of my need. I moved it around with my finger to find the sweet spot against my clit, and squeezed my breasts again. I got close a couple of times, held my breath for that moment of ecstasy.

James pushed my legs upward, his hands on the backs of my knees, and moved inside me. The fullness of him felt so right, so perfect. With each thrust I groaned in pleasure while he breathed hard and his face took on the look of a man intent on his work. The friction against my clit felt so incredible; I concentrated on that while he worked to his own climax.

I got there first, crying out with gasps of ‘oh god!’ with him still pumping inside me, then seconds later I felt him stiffen and let out a low wail, followed by a long, drawn out “ohhhhh.” When he at last pulled out of me, I felt his cum sliding out, too. All that wetness, the mingling of our fluids, the sheer carnality of it – so hot and primal.

At my imagined orgasm, I shoved the vibrator in harder and that did it – I came in undulations of pleasure; the waves coursing down my legs and up my arms. I looked at my nipples; they were rock hard.

In my fantasy, we kissed and showered together, and he stayed the night with me.

I sighed, and went in to rinse off the vibrator, and returned to bed. I’d need it again in a few hours when I’d pretend we woke up horny.

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JADE’S THIRD.

Jade was feeling pleased with herself, her sex life was on the up, especially since her bi-side had been awakened by Paula, a somewhat older and much more experienced bi-sexual woman. Since then she had begun a full on relationship with Molly, a girl of her own age who was equally new to girly sex, and they were meeting about twice a week or whenever the urge took them. So life was good in bedroom terms, although she would be the first to admit that she missed being fucked by a good hard cock. That wasn’t out of the question altogether though because she’d not completely turned her back on men, it was just a matter of opportunity.

However, on this particular day things were not going according to plan. She’d called round to see Molly as they’d agreed, her sex drive aroused by the prospect of an afternoon in bed with her beautiful friend, only to be told when she got there that Molly was suffering from period cramps and that sex was out of the question. In fact all Molly wanted was to be left to suffer alone with her pain. If only Molly had thought to phone her, Jade thought, or at least send her a quick text or something, she would have saved her a wasted journey across town and the disappointment of frustrated arousal. So Jade was not a happy girl as she pushed open the door to the shared kitchen next door to Molly’s one room apartment with the intention of at least making herself a coffee before the unwelcome journey home.

The moment she opened the kitchen door she was brought to a sudden standstill by the shock of the sight that greeted her. Leaning back against one of the counters was another girl, a beautiful tall and slim dark-haired girl just a few years older than Jade, maybe mid-twenties. But it wasn’t her appearance that surprised Jade, it was because she stood with the front of her jeans open and with her hand thrust firmly down inside her pale pink panties, while the rhythmic movement of her knuckles and the look on her face left no doubt as to what she was doing. Jade stopped dead, her mouth hanging open as the girl instantly pulled her hand from her underwear and tried to fasten the front of her jeans in an obvious panic, her face blushing madly.

‘Oh, sorry,’ Jade gasped, hovering in the doorway and wondering if she should go away or carry on in.

‘No, it’s my fault.’ The girl replied breathlessly, visibly trying to regain her composure and still attempting desperately to fasten the front of her jeans.

‘True.’ Acknowledged Jade, abruptly giving way to a fit of the giggles. ‘You’ll have to forgive me laughing, it just wasn’t something I expected to see.’

‘No, I don’t suppose it was.’ The girl had just about got her clothing in order again and was regaining something like normality, until she too burst out into self-conscious laughter and the two of them stood gazing at each other and giggling wildly.

After a minute or so of uncontrolled silliness the girl became serious and looked at Jade. ‘I’m sorry you had to catch me…. Well, you know.’

Jade nodded. ‘Don’t worry about it. It certainly won’t give me nightmares, but why? I mean why here, why now?’

‘You’re Molly’s girlfriend, aren’t you?’ She seemed to be avoiding the subject, but Jade picked up the implications of being called girlfriend and not just friend. It seemed the girl knew of their relationship.

‘Yes, I’m Jade, But what has that to do with it?’

‘Hello Jade, My name’s Talia.’ Talia burst into embarrassed giggles again. ‘It’s a bit late for introductions, but in a way you’re to blame for that.’

Jade lifted a puzzled eyebrow and waited for Talia to continue.

‘Ok.’ Talia seemed to realise that she was going to have to explain. ‘Well, about a month or so ago I was in here making myself some toast and I heard Molly getting off through the wall. I mean, she’s very loud so I could hardly miss it, but then I heard someone else climaxing as well and so I figured that Molly had a girlfriend, although I hadn’t known that she was into girls.’

Jade broke into a grin. ‘Neither had Molly!’

‘Oh, I see, I think.’ Talia commented before carrying on. ‘Well, I saw you visiting another time and then the same thing happened. To be honest I got turned on by listening to you and I did what you saw me doing today, I couldn’t help it. I soon figured out when you were going to call and so I started to come in here each time and listen, and get myself off. I know I shouldn’t have, but you really got me going.’

‘So every time Molly and I have been in bed together since you’ve been the other side of the wall listening?’ Jade didn’t know if she should be angry or amused, or even aroused, at the thought of an eavesdropper.

‘Yes, I’m sorry. Are you angry?’

‘Nooo, I don’t think so.’ Jade answered slowly, shaking her head. ‘To be honest I quite like the idea that someone else was having fun besides us. I bet you were wishing the wall was transparent too, eh?’

‘It would have been good.’ Talia agreed with a grin, some of her confidence returning.

‘Well it isn’t, so hard luck. In fact tokat escort I’ve seen more of you today than you could of us, because as it happens both you and I are out of luck, Molly’s got her period.’

There was a few moments of silence as they digested the facts and then a thought struck Jade. ‘If you know when I’m due to visit Molly, does that mean that you expect to be this side of the wall listening every time?’

‘No, not now that you know.’ Talia reddened. ‘I’d be too embarrassed now. I shouldn’t have done it in the first place, but it turned me on.’

‘Pity.’ Jade commented, still horny and frustrated from being let down by Molly. ‘The idea kind of turns me on too. It’s a shame we couldn’t listen to each other.’

That was the lightbulb moment, they both stood staring at each other for what seemed like an age until Jade said huskily. ‘But we’ve both been left high and dry, but we can do it, us two, here, now, can’t we? Then we could watch each other as well as hear each other.’

‘You mean you want us both to do what I was doing, together, where we can see each other doing it?’ Talia asked cautiously, going red again.

‘Yes, why not. It would give us both a thrill.’

Talia still hesitated. She seeming almost scared at the prospect and so Jade, thinking she’d misread the signs, had to ask. ‘Aren’t you into girls?’

‘Yes, as well as guys.’ Talia confirmed. ‘But it’s been a long time since I was with a girl, and I’ve never let anybody watch me doing it myself.’

‘Nor have I, and I’ve never watched anyone either, but there’s a first time for everything.’ Jade told her, making her own mind up and becoming suddenly enthusiastic. ‘C’mon, let’s do it.’

Talia didn’t answer, she just stood there, a mass of contradictions, as if wanting to but not daring.

‘Are you shy?’ Jade asked. ‘You don’t need to be, we’ll both be doing the same thing.’

‘I suppose I am shy, a bit anyway.’ Talia shrugged, trying to cope with conflicting arousal and nervousness. ‘I’d like to, I really would, but I’m not sure I could.’

Arousal was getting the better of an already horny and frustrated Jade. ‘Look, shall we try it, and if it gets too much for us we can always stop.’ She thrust her hand down into her sweatpants, wondering as she did so just how far her companion could be pushed. Talia still looked uncertain and she dithered so long that Jade thought she was going to back out, but then she began unfastening the front of her jeans, once more exposing the top of her pink panties.

‘Ok. Let’s do it.’ Talia announced, having eventually made up her mind and giving herself no room to change it.

Jade took a deep breath and then smiled as both she and Talia pushed their hands down inside their panties, pausing with their fingertips just touching the very top of their pussies. Then they stood looking nervously at each other for a moment or two before they adjusted their stance to allow their fingers to reach their clefts and begin to play, all the while keeping their gaze fixed on each other’s faces. Even without directly looking Jade’s peripheral vision could see that Talia’s knuckles were moving as they had before and she was sure that Talia was watching her in just the same way, and just the knowledge that someone was watching her playing with herself was enough send an unexpected surge of pleasure through her, so much so that she couldn’t prevent herself from smiling her delight at Talia. Talia returned her smile, albeit a little uncertainly, but it was enough to show that she too was becoming excited by what they were doing.

It was not something Jade had at all expected to be doing with a girl she had just met, but it was so exhilarating and so enjoyable she was almost pleased that Molly had been out of action. If it hadn’t been for Molly’s painful period she would not be so enjoying masturbating in front of the other girl. For a minute or two the girls stared intently at each other’s face, nervous about staring at each other’s movements, but then arousal and plain curiosity made them both look down and switch their gaze between their faces and the movement of their fingers under their clothing, openly watching each other at play. It wasn’t long before those fingers worked their magic and they both began to feel the effects, eyes closing briefly and mouth tightening as the possibility of an orgasm became more of a probability. They began to breath more deeply and their fingers moved ever more urgently as they shot each other embarrassed but eager little smiles.

Suddenly Talia pulled her hand out of her panties, startling Jade into doing the same and quickly looking around in the fear that someone else had walked in on them, but it was just Talia pushing her jeans and panties down to mid-thigh to give her hand more room.

‘Sorry.’ She gasped, ‘You don’t mind, do you?’

Jade shook her head, surprised but pleased by the sudden loss of her earlier inhibitions. Now, with Talia able to open her legs a little more, Jade was briefly able to see the little strip of trimmed hair above yozgat escort Talia’s shaved pussy and just the very top of her cleft before her hand returned to play. ‘No, you just caught me by surprise, that’s all.’

Jade wasn’t sure if it was because she too was beginning to feel restricted or because she just wanted to match Talia’s actions, or even because she wanted the thrill of displaying herself, but she now also pushed her clothing down, her heart hammering with excitement at knowing what she would be showing her companion. She knew it wouldn’t be very much once she began to play again, all she could see of Talia now were her knuckles moving, and so she kept her hand away for a few moments to give Talia a glimpse of her pussy too, parting her legs as far as the elastic in her underwear would allow. Then with the likelihood of a climax looming once more she used two fingers on her clitoris to turn that prospect into a wonderful reality. She knew that Talia’s view would now be as restricted as hers was, but it was giving her quite a buzz nonetheless to know that someone was seeing her masturbate. Talia was doing the same, her thighs as far apart as her clothes would let them be, and for a few minutes the two girls stood facing each other and played silently, each watching the other with their excited eyes going from face to fingers and back. They were enjoying the eroticism of breaking all the rules by masturbating openly in front of each other.

Suddenly Jade began to make involuntary little sounds deep in her throat, announcing to Talia that she was on the verge of coming. She stood there with her fingers working as hard and fast as they could, thrilled at the prospect of a strange girl seeing her climax. Her orgasm crept closer and closer and her noises louder and more insistent, until suddenly it exploded through her, making her body jerk and jolt, her hips moving as if in the middle of being fucked. Her gasps run together into one long groan and she stared helplessly at Talia, riding the crest of her climax with a joyously triumphant grin spreading across her face. Even as horny as she was, she hadn’t been sure that she could actually make herself come with a strange girl watching, but now that she was it was the biggest thrill she’d had for a long time. Then suddenly it was over and she leaned back against the counter top, breathing heavily. She let her hand fall away, not caring now what she was showing the other girl.

‘My God,’ She panted. ‘That was fucking awesome. I’m glad you were watching me.’

‘So am I.’ Talia’s voice was tight and Jade realised abruptly that her new friend was also approaching her climax, her fingers strumming hurriedly over her clit. She leaned against the counter and watched, her own fingers finding their way back between her legs to play languidly with herself as she watched Talia’s increasing pleasure.

‘Will you watch me come as well?’ Talia asked anxiously, the question was really only intended to add to her arousal, she knew that there was no way Jade was going to look away from her rapidly moving fingers. ‘It’s so much better with you this side of the wall.’

Jade nodded, she could only agree, loving watching Talia and having Talia watching her. She wondered vaguely if it might be possible to persuade Molly to let Talia watch them on the other side of that wall, or even better, let her join in. She doubted it, Molly was not the adventurous sort, but the thought made her fingers return to her pussy and begin to play once more.

‘I’m coming.’

Talia’s urgent whisper brought Jade back to the moment with a jolt, all thoughts of Molly dispelled as she watched Talia’s fingers rubbing frenziedly at her clit. Talia grunted unintelligibly and jolted forward, bending at the waist, her eyes wide and staring and her mouth gaping open as her orgasm hit her. She groaned and jerked again and again, gazing intently at Jade, her tongue licking her lips between the waves of her climax. It seemed to Jade that Talia’s climax wasn’t quite so fierce as her own but went on for longer, but eventually the waves subsided and Talia straightened up and grinned.

‘Wow.’ She gasped. ‘That was out of this world.’

Jade nodded again. ‘I could tell.’ She answered with a smile.

She stood there leaning against the counter with her hand between her legs, aroused even more by what she had just seen and wanting Talia to watch her climax a second time.

‘I can go around again.’ She announced softly. ‘Will you watch me?’

‘Yes please. Just let me get my breath back and I’ll do the same.’

Jade wanted to take her pants off entirely and spread her legs wide, but that was too much of a risk in such a semi-public place and so she contented herself with reaching back between her legs and stroking her fingers between her labia, giving her clit a little flick as her fingertip passed. She kept her eyes fixed on Talia, waiting for her breathing to settle down again so that she could join in once more. It had given her a massive buzz when they had been watching each other, zonguldak escort and she wanted to fell that thrill again before she climaxed for a second time.

Soon her fingers began to concentrate just on her clit, seemingly of their own accord and she began to feel that familiar feeling when a climax was just beginning to build. As she watched, Talia’s fingers now found their way between her own legs too and the two girls stood facing each other, little smiles on their faces as their mutual play reinforced each other’s pleasure. They gazed at each other silently, the only sounds those of their fingers playing with wet pussies and their slowly deepening breathing.

Jade closed her eyes for a moment, excited and reassured that they could watch each other orgasm again, but at that moment something happened to spoil their clandestine enjoyment. The front door to the building opened and closed and they heard footsteps climbing the stairs. They looked at each other in horror, grabbing at their clothing and trying to cover themselves up in case whoever it was came in to catch them. But they were fortunate, the steps continued past the kitchen door and into a room further along, but the moment was lost and they just stood and looked at each other, their heightened breathing now down more to fright than arousal.

‘That was Clyde.’ Talia told Jade, finally managing to tuck her top in and zip herself up. ‘He would have tried to join in if he’d seen us.’

‘He would go and ruin things, wouldn’t he.’ Jade muttered. ‘I was getting close.’

‘Me too.’ Talia agreed. ‘Do you want to try again?’

Jade shook her head. ‘No we daren’t risk it, he’s bound to come in if we do.’

‘I wasn’t thinking of here. How about we go across to my place?’

Talia’s offer caught Jade unawares and even though she was still feeling as horny as hell in spite of their interruption she hesitated momentarily.

‘We won’t get disturbed there’ Talia encouraged her, mistaking her hesitation for nervousness.

Jade didn’t really need the encouragement, she had only been caught by surprise at the way Talia had gradually taken the leading role and now she smiled and readily let Talia literally lead her by the hand across the corridor to her room. Talia’s room was a mirror image of Molly’s, tidier than Jade expected and with a double bed at one end that had the duvet invitingly pulled right back. Jade wondered briefly if Talia had planned the scenario, but then she realised that she couldn’t have, Even so, that bed looked tempting.

Talia stood in the open space in the middle of the room watching Jade looking around for a minute or two before she spoke. ‘Ready?’ She asked, adding. ‘We can get rid of these altogether now if you want?’ She was pointing a little uncertainly at her jeans. Jade had been tempted earlier and she didn’t need a second invitation.

‘Good idea.’ She replied.

Talia smiled and kicked off her shoes before unfastening her jeans once more. Jade’s heart quickened as she followed suit, ridding herself of her shoes and then wriggling both her sweatpants and underwear down together. It seemed strange to be naked from the waist down, almost uncomfortable and somewhat embarrassing. ‘Shall we strip altogether?’ She suggested, hoping that Talia felt the same.

‘Why not?’ Came the reply and the girls giggled as they pulled off their tops and unhooked their bras. Now Jade could take a good look at her new friend, and she liked what she saw. Talia’s breasts were full but firm, with prominent nipples set quite high. Her dark hair and brown eyes were complimented by an all over natural tan and each nipple was surrounded by a large dark areole. Jade wondered briefly about her heritage but then mentally shrugged, thinking what does that matter, her friend was beautiful and that was what counted. She could see that Talia was gazing at her with equal interest and she hoped that she looked just as pleasing.

They moved until they stood and faced each other a few feet apart, and then their hands reached between their legs at the same time. Jade watched as Talia began to play with herself again, seeing her fingers start to move as the tips found her clitoris once again. Talia’s eyes were looking too, watching Jade as she did exactly the same, the knowledge that she was being watched again adding to her arousal. It wasn’t going to take long for either girl to climax now that they were enjoying total privacy and could masturbate openly in front of each other.

It was Talia who came first, her body tightening as her fingers moved wildly over her pussy. It was almost a rerun of her first climax, her eyes opened wide, staring directly at Jade while her body began to jerk uncontrollably. She reached out with her free hand, clawing at the air as she groaned and gasped until her hand found Jade’s shoulder and she clung on, bending over and almost stumbling into Jade, making her take an unintentional step back. When it was over Talia stepped closer to Jade and rested her head on Jade’s shoulder as she gasped for air. Jade had instinctively stopped rubbing herself as Talia stumbled towards her, but now she felt for her clit again, her free hand going out to rest on Talia’s corresponding shoulder, the very closeness of the other girl adding to her arousal and bringing her orgasm rapidly closer.

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My wife Ann and I run every morning along the 18-mile Lakefront Trail. one of the most spectacular urban runs in the country, gorgeous views of Lake Michigan and the Chicago skyline, urban beaches, marinas, and beautiful parks, passing by some of the city’s famous and beautiful cultural institutions. The trail is lit making it perfect for pre-dawn runs while it is still dark.

My favorite run is Chicago Street at Navy Pier to McCormick Place Convention Center, seven Miles in length. This beautiful trail parallels the heart of downtown and the Magnificent Mile, and includes sights such as Navy Pier, Grant Park, the Museum Campus, and Soldier Field where my favorite team plays, the Chicago Bears. Lots of great sights, but the trail can be crowded on a nice day, that is why we run in the early morning. The trail is particularly spectacular around the Museum Campus, where we can pop off the main trail and do a spectacular loop around the tip to the Adler Planetarium.

There are even additional trails along Northerly Island Park. Edgewater Beach to Navy Pier seven miles in length. The northern terminus is at Edgewater Beach, and runs along the water passing konya escort Foster Beach, Montrose Beach, and Lincoln Park. A little more bucolic with a gravel running path in parts. McCormick Place to Rainbow Beach Park, eighteen miles. South of the Convention Center area are several gorgeous miles with wonderful waterfront views, featuring Prairie Shores, Burnham Park, and Promontory Point. There are some fantastic skyline views headed north from Promontory Point. Trails in Jackson Park, paths around the University of Chicago Campus, Midway Plaisance (59th St.) west to Washington Park.

We run and talk taking in the sights and sounds of our wonderful city. A great way to start my day before heading to the office or court. Of course are runs always end with a hot soapy shower for two. A great morning workout routine, now on to a shower. Turning on the hot water, I sat on the toilet to pee, as the bathroom filled with steam.

Ann walking past me, her gorgeous naked body, flowing blonde hair, amble breast, a hint of a bush, a heart shaped ass and her cute little feet. Climbing in the hot shower, soaping her body, what konya escort bayan a beautiful site.

Climbing in with her, washing Ann’s back with my soft soapy hands, reaching around washing her breast with the hot soapy water, I tease with her hard soapy nipples, taking my time, as I let my hand slide down slowly over her flat stomach through her soft blonde pubes to a soaking wet pussy.

Rubbing softly, caressing, washing, the soap so slippery, making love to each other, letting my wet soapy fingers play with with her little clit, rubbing softly. Inserting one then two fingers inside her, kissing has she does the same things to me. Slowly moving in and out, our desire growing with each thrust. Our soapy fingers making a slurping sound as my fingers thrust in then out. The hot water, the steam, lust, mixing to make a beautiful morning.

Tingling all over with sensory pleasures, legs spread and my right foot raised on the tube, hot water trickling down my ass crack sending shivers up my spine. We could do this for hours, teasing each other. Nearing a shattering orgasm, Moaning, pulling back, moving my hips to escort konya meet her soapy slick fingers plunging into me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, our scents filling the bathroom. Slowly dropping my wet fingers down the crack of Ann’s ass to her little brown flower rubbing my soapy fingers on her tight little asshole. Probing the entrance, gently, poking one wet finger inside her ass thrusting so deep, she lets out a sigh. Then out, then in, adding another wet soapy finger and a third driving hard pounding her ass, which she loves, deeper and deeper. Ann’s rubbing my wet soapy swollen clit as the first waves of sheer pleasure start encompassing me.

The hot water, a bathroom full of hot steam, our own little sauna. The pain and pleasure, the depravity, of fucking her sweet ass. The dirty little blonde slut I love so much, as Ann screams in delight, I drop to my knees for a taste.

Ann is so wet my long tongue exploring her sweet insides. Curling, dancing, tasting her juices with my long tongue. Ann grabbing my head, legs trembling. knees buckling, “YES! Cheryle YES!”

Squirting in an erupting orgasm all over my face I linger there savoring her taste. A great start to my day.

My name is Cheryle a twenty-nine years old, bi-sexual lady, married to a beautiful woman Annette, I know my place in the world I’m a bright, articulate, well educated, highly paid Attorney, but in my off hours I’m just a redheaded slut.

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This is Ch. 5 in an ongoing story

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“It was a hex,” Rhea called out.

She heard Bethanny twist the knob of the door to the hallway. Rhea scowled; it was these sorts of lapses in judgment that kept her from initiating.

“Don’t open the door, something’s wrong!” Rhea yelled.

“What do you mean?” Bethanny called back.

Rhea scowled to herself in irritation. “I was hexed!” she yelled, “if it’s still active, your energy might reignite it.” She then noticed three massive shards of glass drive into the wall like daggers. They still quivered with the force that propelled them into the wall. Two shards were side by side the other several inches below. It was an intentional shape, like a narrow triangle that was inverted. The top shards seemed about eye level, the lower one would have punctured her solar plexus.

Rhea hopped over the glass gingerly. When she emerged from the bathroom she saw Bethanny standing in the threshold to the hallway. “Are you sure it’s a hex?” asked Bethanny. Rhea pointed toward the bathroom and said “It’s like the mirror tried to kill me.”

Which meant the caster managed to bypass innumerable layers of protection magick. And knew she was here

This was a hit.

“Wow,” said Bethanny.

“Yeah. Wow.” replied Rhea as she stalked over to her bag and retrieved a small satchel. She pulled out a small handful of black powder that smelled faintly of herbs and burning wood. She whispered into her cupped handful and dark gray smoke began to rise from the fine powder and filled the room with the smell of burning ash. She threw the powder across the shattered glass and some at the mirror frame for good measure. The powder began to dissolve in hissing, popping snaps. Then, with a loud crack, the 3 daggers of glass fell to the ground.

“Is that black salt?” asked Bethanny.

Rhea nodded. Most witches used some form of black salt to eliminate hostile energy, but necromancers salt was particularly effective. “Can I have some?” Bethanny asked. Rhea looked at her with a raised brow and said, “You need to initiate as a witch first. Then we’ll teach you how to use it.”

Bethanny’s curled her lip in response. She said “The smell is really strong. It’s gonna stink up the hallway and I’m gonna get shit for it.” She walked towards the bathroom. Rhea shook her head. Though Bethanny struggled with discipline, the woman damn well knew the rules.

“Why would someone hex you?” asked Bethanny, from the bathroom. She slid the window open. Some of the glass crunched under her slippers.

Rhea considered chastising her for standing on the glass but was too fatigued by worry to bother. Maybe consequences might finally get Bethanny to think– though the hex looked deactivated, whoever did this managed to overcome protection magick Rhea had thought was impenetrable. She began to gather her belongings and said “I think I should leave. You’ll need to sweep that glass with a ritual broom into a paper bag. Burn the bag in the firepit then scrub your whole body and wash the clothes you wore.”

“What do you mean?” asked Bethanny.

“Whoever did this is targeting me. If I stay here, you’re in danger,” answered Rhea

Bethanny pursed her lips, “But where will you go?” she asked.

“I’m not sure,” lied Rhea. The less she knew of Rhea’s whereabouts, the safer she would be. The safer they would all be. There was a cafe nearby and the crowded energy would shield her for a while. It would give her time to think.

“Do you think it was the vampire who did this?” asked Bethanny

“Probably not,” said Rhea. She didn’t know for certain what magick Lucy was capable of but knew she wasn’t capable of this.

“But wouldn’t she be the first suspect?” asked Bethanny. “She knows where the enclave is.”

“She doesn’t” answered Rhea. “You said not to bring her here.”

“Oh,” said Bethanny.

“Lucy wants to figure this out just as much as I do,” said Rhea. “Whatever killed the witch also poisoned a vampire. And if she wanted to take the body, she wouldn’t have needed all that spectacle.” Bethanny made a tight sound in her throat. Rhea looked up and saw Bethanny’s eyes, large and a bit bulging, now bright red with tears.

“I’m sorry,” said Rhea, “did you know her?”

Bethanny nodded. “Yeah, I knew her. Janice.”

Rhea realized she hadn’t thought to learn the dead witch’s name. Janice, who was still trapped between worlds. Rhea grabbed her bag and turned towards the door when a thought struck her.

“The flies,” she said urgently. She dropped her bag and turned towards rize escort the bathroom. “Bethanny,” she said, “when you clean the glass, make sure you get the dead flies.”

But when she got to the bathroom, the window sill was bare.

“There’s no flies in here,” said Bethanny.

Rhea tilted her head “I must be remembering wrong.”

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The rain had resumed by the time Rhea had reached the coffee shop. Her mind still raced and she didn’t have the wherewithal to scan the menu so she ordered the house special written on a blackboard in thick chalk lines: horchata with 2 shots of espresso. She managed to find a table and sat to collect her thoughts.

She couldn’t retreat to the island; it was too dangerous if the caster found her again. She sighed and pressed her middle finger hard into her temple, abating the blooming tension headache somewhat. Fear and cold sweat now weakened her resolve to keep this from the others to keep them safe. She thought of the dead witch– Janice. And unknown souls that might join her if Rhea failed. She looked at her phone for a few long moments.

Are you up? texted Rhea

Her phone buzzed and a text followed:That’s a loaded phrase these days, darling.

Something’s happened. Can you talk?

Lucy (vampire) surfaced across her screen.

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She knocked lightly on Lucy’s door and was answered by footsteps. “Rhea?” called out Lucy.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Rhea managed.

There was no natural light in the hallway. Lucy swung the door open. Rhea walked inside and tried to take a deep breath as she heard the lock slide into place; her lungs felt tight. Lucy placed a hand on each of Rhea’s shoulders and squeezed gently. “Is necromancer business always like this?” she asked. “I thought your lot were the boring ones.” Her voice was tender.

The tight muscles relaxed somewhat under Lucy’s hands and Rhea found her focus wholly eclipsed by the sensation. It was a moment of merciful oblivion beyond the place of devouring dread.

“Non-stop thrills,” she said, with as much brightness as she could muster and turned around to face the vampire. Saying nothing, Lucy pulled Rhea into her arms. Rhea broke. She tried to bring her hands to her eyes to block hot tears from absorbing into the soft silk of Lucy’s shirt.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped.

Lucy held her, still warm from yesterday’s feed, and said “It’s ok.” She ran her palm down Rhea’s back but Rhea pulled away.

“I don’t– I don’t think it is,” she said. She removed her jacket and draped it over her rolling suitcase. “We have nothing and someone was able to get to me. At an enclave.” A spike of fear blurred her vision and she allowed her eyes to rest on a massive painting to steady herself. It was mounted on the wall above Lucy’s bed.

Lucy picked up Rhea’s jacket and hung it on a wall hook. “We don’t havenothing,” she said. “I’ve been translating the book and I reached the vampire I got it from. And he told me more about the auction.”

Rhea looked back at Lucy who said, “He didn’t know much,– he really didn’t care about cultivating The Gift, you’ll recall. But the auction was highly secretive.”

Rhea listened but looked back to the mounted canvas. It was dominated by the curious image of a feminine body, a dark silhouette of harsh and efficient lines against the cream background. The figure squat, knees open like the wings of a butterfly and arms were high. The dark figure stared at it’s own shadow stretched before it, illuminated by a simple circle of a moon.

“A bit embarrassing, I’ll admit, that I wasn’t in the know,” Lucy continued. “Underground objects of magickal origin and all. And the price point! The human rival spent millions for that book.” Lucy’s face was washed in the gentle ambient light of the room.

“So we don’t know where the book came from?” asked Rhea.

“Not yet,” answered Lucy, “but I discovered the broker; a vampire named Afonso Braga.”

“Do you know him?” asked Rhea.

“Oh, yes,” said Lucy. “I know Braga. Anybody, human or otherwise, who deals in magickal goods eventually crosses paths with Braga. He’s old, far older than any California vampire. He’s controlled the market for generations now.” Lucy’s voice felt far away.

“Is he dangerous?” asked Rhea.

“Yes,” said Lucy. Her face seemed to grow stern.

“Worse than Kyle?” responded Rhea.

Lucy considered her words carefully, “Both are dangerous. Kyle, despite the bloody trail of bodies he leaves behind, is more bombastic than anything. Remember: he’s the one who organized his vampires to work with necromancers. He didn’t do all that out of love for witches. Technology has made humans very traceable. And Kyle, for all his faults, sakarya escort saw this coming. Should the wrong human turn up dead, it brings the wrong kind of attention these days. The serum eliminates the issue entirely and which allows him to focus on his preferred activities.”

“Debauchery?” Rhea asked.

“Debauchery plus the necessary assets to fund it,” said Lucy. “And his reputation. Debauchery demands allies, after all. Braga has different motives.”

Rhea moved to the couch and watched Lucy as she spoke.

The vampire laid across her bed. “Braga,” said Lucy, “likes power. And control.”

.

“How do you know him?” asked Rhea.

“I used to work for him, here and there,” said Lucy. “Because I study magick I could handle cursed objects better than the others. I’m not welcome company these days, not since I stopped working for him. “

Rhea was quiet for a moment, then asked, “Are you scared of him?”

Lucy sat upwards and rested on an elbow. “He’s strong. Sadistic, and creatively so. But when he feels crossed in business– cruelty unchained. He loves blood. Eating it. Splattering it on the wall. Pouring down over him as humans hung from the ceiling bleed out over the crazed carnality of his inner circle.”

Rhea shuddered. “And he’s the only one who can tell us where that book came from?”

Lucy laid on her back. “I think so,” she said with a heavy exhale.

“Is there a way to get ahold of him?” asked Rhea.

“Possibly,” answered the vampire as she pulled out her phone. She stared at it, motionless for a few moments, and said “I should also mention he’s very interested in your operation on the island.”

“What do you mean?”asked Rhea. Her jaw clenched.

“Those skin care products. Braga feels entitled, I guess, to a share of the profit. Him being both a vampire and powerful broker of bewitched goods and all.” She rolled on her side and looked at Rhea. “If, and I mean if, he will speak to me, he’ll start to wonder why. And it won’t take him long to figure out Kyle reached out to the necromancers. And then Braga will be curious.”

Anger surged within Rhea, but she didn’t doubt Lucy. But no matter how strong the vampire was, he wouldn’t be stronger than the coven. “I don’t think we have a choice,” replied Rhea.

Lucy nodded but didn’t look at her. “I’ll text Kyle, see if he knows what Braga is up to these days.” Her phone rang a few moments after she sent the text. “It’s Kyle,” she said, surprised. In one graceful movement Lucy was up and speaking. Rhea pulled out her phone and searched for updates on the stolen body but found no new information. She heard Lucy end the call.

“Interesting…” she said and sat beside Rhea. “Braga rarely leaves his home in Portugal these days. Yet, he’s making a sudden trip. To this very city in fact. He arrives the same day we’ll get back from the mountain.”

“You think he’s involved?” asked Rhea.

Lucy nodded. “The book he auctioned describes the magick that holds your Janice. That book, and other works by that same witch-priest, were auctioned off just before the vampire and his human girlfriend turned up dead.”

Rhea’s eyes opened wide in horror, “So, how many copies could be out there?”

“In good news,” explained Lucy, “everything he sold at that auction seems to be useless. My vampire client said Braga got a lot of wealthy, power-hungry buyers excited with stories about ancient magick hidden in tomes. But the book I have is a lot of errant notes and reflections. Certainly nothing substantial. And, after some prodding, it turns out there are multiple disgruntled buyers.”

Lucy watched Rhea carefully. “If Braga has the key to a mysterious magick, he’s keeping it to himself. For now. Kyle thinks he’ll agree to meet with you. Now he wouldn’t agree to that without a hidden motive. The bigger problem is,” the vampire continued, “I’m still not welcome.”

“So I’d have to go alone,” said Rhea.

“Let’s keep that as the last option,” said Lucy

“Why?” asked Rhea. She could feel irritation stirring within her.

“Because Braga isdifferent,” said Lucy. “The vampires you know are young– turned for 40, 50 years at best. Braga is from a different world.”

Rhea gave Lucy a hard look. “I want to meet with him, if that’s what it takes. And if he won’t tell what he knows, I’ll do what I did to your brother and force him to his knees.”

Lucy smiled, the delight reaching her eyes. “Please don’t do that,” she said. “While I enjoy your conviction, if you use any necromancer magick on him, you’ll have to kill him. He still believes I’ve transgressed against him. So we need to be cautious.”

“Well, he’s in for a surprise, I can tell you that right now.” said Rhea, who resisted squirming as Lucy looked at her with keen, heavy eyes. samsun escort Rhea’s blood ran hot just under the surface of her skin.

“I want to believe you.” said Lucy with a smile.

Rhea flared her brows at the vampire. “I’m the witch you’re all scared of, remember,” she said.

“I’m not scared of you,” Lucy grumbled.

“But that’s what you said!” responded Rhea, playful. “And I remember, at the full moon ritual– after I took Patrick down you were all ‘Don’t use it on me,” Rhea lowered her voice to mimic the vampire’s grave timbre. The vampire smiled. “You were trying to look tough in the fancy leather jacket,” added Rhea.

Lucy leaned into the back of the couch and rested her chin on her hand. “Your power don’t scare us, they make us angry,” said Lucy, eyes unwavering.

“Angry that you’re scared,” retorted Rhea.

Lucy laughed. “Well, if you do end up using that neat trick on Braga,” she warned, “be prepared to kill him.” Then she asked “Do you know how to kill a vampire?”

“Stab them through the heart, chop off the head,” answered Rhea.

“Have you ever tried it?” asked Lucy

“Have I ever tried to kill a vampire?” asked Rhea, incredulous. “No. I can’t say that I have.”

“So let’s practice,” said Lucy, as she popped to her feet. “Just in case.” She gestured for Rhea to follow. Rhea rose and took a few hesitant steps after her. When the vampire reached her desk, she pulled open a drawer to reveal 3 sheathed bowie knives. “I don’t want it to come to this,” said Lucy. “But Braga won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Lucy grabbed a bowie knife, still in its sheath, and handed it to Rhea. “Stand a few yards that way,” said Lucy and pointed towards a column in the middle of the room. Rhea stood there and fingered the leather strap that held the sheath in place. She released the button fastener and pulled the knife out. The blade was so sharp it made a quiet ringing sound in the open air. The wooden handle was intricately painted with roses and lilies.

“Glad it fascinates you, darling but let’s put it away. This is pretend, remember?” Lucy called.

Rhea slid the blade carefully back into its pouch. When she looked up, Lucy was towering over her, having closed the distance between them in one silent instant. Rhea gasped. Lucy smirked and paced bouncily back to her original position. She called over her shoulder “Braga won’t warn you he’s coming.” Rhea gripped the blade and raised it level with her head but Lucy was again before her and now gripped her wrist.

“You’ve seen too many slashers,” said Lucy, nonplussed. “See, now all your vitals are vulnerable.”

Rhea tried to pull back but Lucy’s grip was strong. There was scant distance between them as Lucy’s hand held Rhea’s wrist just above her head. Rhea heard herself breathing. Gently, Lucy drew Rhea’s wrist down in front of her chest. “I enjoy the flair of stabbing like in a Hitchcock movie,” said the vampire. She rotated the knife in Rhea’s hand, “but if you hold it this way, your strike will be more accurate.”

She guided Rhea’s wrist forward until the sheathed blade pressed into the middle-left of her chest. “You’ll have one chance to aim here and drive the knife forward as hard as you can,” said Lucy. Rhea tried to push but her arm wobbled. “Not like you’re trying to push an elevator button,” said Lucy, “give it everything you’ve got.”

With an inhale, Rhea pulled her arm back and drove the knife into Lucy’s chest with as much force as she could muster. It was like stabbing a cement pillar.

“Good,” said Lucy, “like that. Try again.” Rhea sent the blade forward and rammed it into the vampire’s chest with a thud.

“Very good,” said Lucy as she looked into Rhea’s eyes and rubbed her chest as if it were tender. Then, “Again.”

Rhea sent the blade forward but this time it didn’t connect. Lucy stood a few centimeters just out of range. “You have to be fast.” said Lucy. Rhea tried to lunge but the room around her seemed to stretch around her, as if Lucy’s magick could bend time distort her senses just to keep out of range.

“That was a trick,” said Lucy, as Rhea steadied herself. “You won’t be faster than a vampire. Let him come to you.”

Lucy shot forward and, on instinct, Rhea lifted the blade level with Lucy’s heart with a millimeter of distance from the point. “Good,” said Lucy, more heartily this time. She took a few steps back and lunged again. This time, she darted to the side at an impossible speed and grabbed Rhea’s arm from behind. “Don’t hesitate,” she whispered. Rhea tried to turn but Lucy grabbed Rhea’s other arm and held her. Rhea gasped as her back collided with the vampire’s chest.

“Too slow,” Lucy said. “And now both sides of your neck are exposed.” Rhea’s heart pounded.

Lucy released her arms and stepped back in front of her. “Let’s try again.”

The vampire shot forward. This time, Rhea pointed the knife in front of her. “Stop,” she intoned, the powers of the ages flowing through the entirety of her body, though the tip of the blade. All motion was sucked from the vampire in an instant, leaving her frozen in place.

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As I sat alongside her in the First Class cabin of Air India’s AI-111 flight cruising over the Atlantic on its way to New York this lovely Sunday afternoon, my thoughts go back down the memory lane. The kaleidoscope of some of the prized possessions in my memory bank, the secrets no one has ever known, which only she and I are privileged to have shared, unfolded before my eyes even as her bare arm and shoulder rested on my body.

My thoughts went back to the time when I was a kid, when my family used to live in a nice little house in a small hill town in northern India. It was a lovely little house that we lived in. The house was on a slope and the three rooms we had were at different levels, with substantial vacant undulating land all around it. I remember vividly the day when a new family moved in two houses next to ours. The family differentiated itself from scores of others in the neighbourhood because it had a little girl, almost my age. I had few friends and the first sight of this girl made me want to become friends with her.

In due course, we did become good friends. In fact, we soon grew to be each other’s best friends. She was a very sweet girl indeed, and I always enjoyed her company. We were too young to understand what love was but I always felt this magnetic attraction towards her. For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed being with her, talking to her, joking with her, studying with her, playing with her…..

I was always very keen in studies. She was one year my junior at the same school and had herself no mean prowess in studies. We used to spend long hours, discussing various subjects. I was amazed that she could discuss Physics, chemistry, Biology and Mathematics with equal felicity. Our discussions used to be lively and intellectually stimulating. Like me, she was also always keen to understand the what, why and how of processes.

Arising out of an urge to excel in studies and life, I had often requested my parents to give me a separate room, where I could indulge in my passions undisturbed. Because the house was not too large, this had not been possible. In time, I succeeded in persuading my dad to build a little cottage on the sloping piece of land that was 10 feet below the lowest room in the house, with entrance through a wooden ladder from the rest of the house above. That the cottage would permit a stunning view of the Himalayan ranges and thousands of pine trees was an added bonus. As the workers finished the wooden ladder to the cottage, my joy knew no bounds. That soon became our second home – hers and mine, a place where no one could bother us and a place where we could pursue whatever fancied us unhindered. We were always so focussed on studies and were considered so young that the two of us spending long hours together in the cottage raised no eyebrows in either our otherwise traditional Indian families or in an equally traditional neighbourhood.

I remember her clear and vivid. Her long straight black hair that had a natural bounce and glimmer, the unique twinkle in her eyes and her radiant skin glowing in the moonlit nights made her a very magnetic persona. Her complexion was ivory white. Anywhere on her body I touched her, she was so soft, so tender. It was always evoked “Kuchh Kuchh Hota Hai” feelings (the famous Hindi movie – You cause indefinable flutters in my heart), whenever I touched her or she touched me, but I did not understand the meaning of it for several years. She was a wonderful friend, a great companion. To me, she was like an angel.

Time just flew. As the neighbourhood was sparsely populated with very few children in our age-group, she and me used to spend most of our time together. For many years now, she had shown a penchant for brushing my hair in a particular manner. Every time I came into our den after a bath, she would insist on redoing my hair. This particular day, as she was doing this, I looked into the mirror and something struck me like never before. I found that we looked gorgeous together, and formed such a lovely couple. Little had I known then that as the years flew by, I would one day fall in love with this girl to the extent of yearning and lusting for her.

Not very much later, I began to realize that she was not the same girl I knew before. This occurred in more ways than one. She was timid and shy now, sometimes not even looking directly at me in the eyes anymore when we talked to each other. I also noticed that our academic discussions and debates were more and more on biology, and there also, it was reproductive system of animals which seemed to interest us more. I noticed on several occasions that she would lapse into spells of thoughtful silence even as we discussed various aspects of reproductive biology. It seemed to me as if the mysteries of this science took her on flights of fancy way beyond the momentary academics. At least once, I caught her rubbing her thighs together, as if to experience some hitherto unknown sensations, even as we discussed copulation and zygote formation. I also noticed that during our long şişli escort bayan evening walks along the meandering pathways of the surrounding hills, she would often tug on to my arm nearer to her, as if falling back on me for support. She would also often cling to me for protection whenever even a harmless forest animal crossed our path.

I loved each bit the way she allocated to me this role of being her protector and guardian. This was also the time when I often found her complimenting me on my looks and personality. Such words almost always confused me, for, I could not fathom what she found attractive in my bland persona. I knew she was conscious of the way her own body was changing – and she wasn’t perhaps sure if she was beautiful. While I always kept telling her that she was an angel, a most beautiful creation of God, somewhere along the line, I found myself fancying to be the one to “demonstrate” to her one day how gorgeous she was, in all ways. Taking off from my angelic reference, I started calling her “Pari”, a fairy. I could tell that she liked it. This was a name that just I used, and she in turn gave me a new name, “Raj”, that only she used.

I had celebrated my 16th birthday six months back, and Pari had just turned 16 too. One day, it just hit me that Pari was growing up to be such a beautiful young lady. The day was beautiful. There was a bit of chill in the air, the aroma of the pines was wafting thick and true in the air. The sky was clear, and it was absolutely gorgeous. Noon had turned to evening. The sky was replete with orange and red hues and I thought it would be a great idea to call her over to talk and hang out in our little den. Academics were farthest from my mind today. I just wanted to watch the sunset with Pari, spend some quality time with her, something we rarely had time to do outside our academic oursuits. I sat there close to the door of my cottage. The wait was becoming a bit too much. I did not want Pari to see me peeping through the door skywards, for her to begin her descent on the wooden ladder. I therefore, placed a mirror strategically inclined against the wall so that I could see her without being noticed, as soon as she appeared on the horizon. In a short while, Pari came into the mirror-frame.

These last few days, every time I saw Pari, I was overtaken by an urge to lock her in a tight embrace, to kiss her and let my biological urge have its way. I often dreamed of merging into her under the stars. Even though I can articulate these thoughts in clear terms today, things were different then, for, I had never been close to a girl, and did not quite understand finer nuances of making love. And yet, I discovered, sexuality is the best teacher. As she began her descent towards our den, I saw in the mirror her beautifully formed legs under her skirt. My heart leapt. As she descended a few steps, my eyes caught her white panties, through which broad contours of her female sex were visible. Something happened to me down there, straightaway. Even though the angle was rather steep, I had a quick look at the rest of her body and found a few things that had somehow eluded my attention before. These were now so evident even through the loosely fitting dress that she was wearing. She was wearing a bright yellow long dress, coming just below her knees. She had such a perfect body. How had I failed to notice before? Ripe developing breasts, which accentuated the thinness of her waist, followed by considerably broader hips. She was shaped like an hour glass. Her legs were long, white and slender. My breathing became instantly heavier. How I wished I could just rip apart her coverings, hold her breasts in my palms and knead them, and slowly work up on her legs and feel her in her most personal place with my fingers, lips and tongue. But soon, I found myself rebuking myself for my insanity. “What are you thinking Raj? Pari is your best friend, you can’t think like that about her”. However, the effort at self-control was futile. It was too late. My whole being appeared to want to have my maiden initiation into a physical union with this female without delay. I acknowledged it, and it felt good…

Pari was coming down the ladder slowly, humming some tune. I could see her breasts, jumping and wiggling at each step she descended. I had never seen a young girl’s breasts till then but the very sight before my eyes today made me imagine what lay inside. It was headier than a teenage boy’s dream. I still had the dilemma that it wasn’t right to look, that I should never have done it, but something else just came over me as I continued to peer into the mirror as she came down, step-by-step. I saw her white panties more clearly now, and the contours of her vaginal assembly became much clearer as well, revealing also a shade of black on the periphery, her pubic hair and I felt this sudden rush of ecstasy. As if to confirm that was what I actually wanted, I found my little one had hardened and catapulted to enormous proportions. I wanted to grab Pari, rip open her dress, tear the bağcılar escort bayan bra off her and just hold those marvellous breasts! Although never in a sex act before, I instantly had a deep desire to rub her tits, lick them, and put them in my mouth and suck on them. And yet, I remonstrated with myself, for an instant, “Raj, get control over yourself”.

Pari came into our cottage and we sat there talking. It was such a lovely evening. That we did not have books in front of us today did not bother here one bit. I loved talking to her. The more we talked, the more I got a feeling of wetness at the orifice of my manhood. For the first time when Pari was with me, I had a full blown erection and hoped that she did not notice it. Embarrassed though I was, I loved each moment of it. The sensations I had never experienced before were carrying me to different world. Somehow, my hand moved and rested atop hers. She immediately held it softly in both her tender hands. After a while, she held my hand in one of hers and began to caress it and my arm with the fingers of her other hand. The tingling sensations made me see stars, sitting there. I brought my other hand and moved it softly on her cheeks and she melted into my touch. She squirmed and leaned heavily into me, permitting my fingers a touch of her luscious lips and eyelids. As she knelt, I could see her breasts clearly. They were ivory white and beautifully formed and almost surprised me with their size. The angle of her inclination showed her right nipple through her white bra. It was pink and I thought it stood half an inch atop her lovely breast. My breathing became heavier instantaneously. Noticing the increased draught of hot air on her neck from my breath, she turned slightly and looked up towards my face and found me peering at her breasts. She smiled coyly and moved her eyes away, but stayed in the same position.

All this while, we continued to talk. The more we talked, the more I felt the urge just to lean over and make love to her. The way she sat next besides me, I just wanted to run my hands up inside the blouse portion of her dress and between her legs and feel her soft luscious girlhood. Oh how I longed for it so much! My cock was rock solid now, and all efforts at self-control and cooling off were failing me now.

This could obviously not go on indefinitely. I noticed that she had being going along with me thus far and I was sure that her thoughts could not have been very different from mine. Only, someone had to make the first move. I leaned over. I had no plans to do so but impulsively, I kissed her. I shuddered having done so, for, I knew not how Pari would respond. Surprisingly she kissed back. I felt her tongue in my mouth. She smelled and tasted so fresh and sweet. This was the first time I was kissing a girl, and I wonder today how we did it so perfectly. I was sucking and licking her tongue with my own. Our tongues were intertwined and we were probing each other in our mouths. She was licking my tongue furiously with hers, and I was giving it right back. I loved how the animal within me was being released.

After a few minutes of heavenly kissing, I found my hand upon her breasts. She did not resist in the least. Encouraged, I approached her treasures from underneath her dress and her bra. To feel a breast in my hands for the first time in my life was such an erotic sensation. I just massaged those lovely treasures of Pari that I had wanted to feel for many days now. I had begun by nimbly massaging her nipples and the areola region surrounding them. The way she gratefully offered the treasures to me without inhibitions or resistance, I could tell her nipples had been just aching for the touch of my manly hands on them. I momentarily withdrew my hand from underneath her blouse and pushed the blouse up all the way, revealing her beautiful breasts in all their glory. She moaned, “Oh Raj, we shouldn’t do this, this is wrong, stop Raj.” Normally, I would have stopped dead in my tracks at her command, as I was loathe at going against her wishes. But today, I ignored what she said and I continued, mainly because her remonstrative words were accompanied by a deft movement of her torso to push her breasts further into my grateful open palms. Now I was twisting and playing with her nipples. They had become rock hard. Her skin was so soft that my fingers almost slipped over it; it felt so right and so good.

The going was so nice. I knew that I must take it forward. I flicked my tongue softly across her nipple. Her nipple instantly got harder and she moaned in anticipation. The wetness from my tongue caused her nipple to ache for more. Her nipple stood out now, like a little tower on a hill; I felt my cock harden even more as she moaned and I knew she wanted me so badly! Then as one hand of mine was still rubbing her tits, I moved the other hand further down. I was across her stomach, rubbing it gently working my way down to her haloed triangle, where her golden orifice lay, probably throbbing for my cock by now. I escort bayan zeytinburnu moved down lower and lower until I felt her panty lines. She wore white cotton panties, and that was such a turn on for me. I imagined lustfully that underneath those panties was a sweet little virgin pussy just waiting to be made love to, both in the most erotic and raw manner and for long. I made my way down to her thighs and rubbed and gently teased her inner thigh, the area tantalisingly close to the pussy. By her response, I knew she wanted me just to rub her pussy and to finger her in an unabashed manner. And yet, I wanted our first encounter of the intimate type to be memorable and wanted to go slow, step by step, inch by inch. I pulled her dress well above her breasts and had a panoramic view of her most beautiful and almost nude body. I saw a little damp patch through her white panties. My manhood was taller than the Eiffel Tower now. I kneeled in front of her while still massaging her luscious breasts with my hands. I lowered my head towards her knees, and began kissing on her knees and slowly worked my way up to her inner thigh. Her thigh was so white, so hairless; it was so sexy! I licked and kissed softly on her thighs and her hips began to move in sync with my tongue. She kicked gently and was gyrating her well formed hips. “Oh Raj, please do not do that down there. You know we’re good friends, we can’t do this, Raj. Please stop”, she moaned. I ignored her even as the gyrations of her pelvis became more intense with each moment. I took no notice of what she said, as I knew that was her mind speaking but her body was begging to be fucked here and now!

Her white panties became more wet and soggy. Contours of her beautiful womanhood were clearly visible now. At that moment, I placed my right forefinger gently over her panties. I could feel her soft moist lips underneath. I had such a strong urge to just rip the panties apart and dip my finger deep into her ravishing pussy lips and make her cum. That was what I wanted, but this girl meant so much to me. I knew it was her first time too. How could I be crude and hasty to someone so special and so mine? I must prepare her for each step of this marvellous process of discovering our sexuality. I kept on arguing with myself that this was our first time and the first time occurs just once in the whole lifetime. Pretty soon, my whole hand made it onto her pussy; and it felt like a little mound encapsulating the whole Universe there, between her legs. All I felt was her dripping wetness, ever increasing. My hand just rested there for what appeared to be an eternity. I was feeling her dampness through her panties. As the minutes passed by, I felt more wetness seep through her white cotton panties. Her outer lips were so soft and majestic. I felt as if God had sent me on this planet for her alone. And I promised myself that I would pleasure this angel to the fullest.

Her hips were gyrating furiously, and she pressed her pelvic region against my hand. Grinding her hips in a circular motion now, she was rubbing her wet slit against my hand even harder and faster. She obviously loved all the attention I was giving her, arousing her hitherto unexplored and unseen sexuality. She startled me as she jumped from her perch and headed to the little toilet attached to our lair. I was further intrigued that she did not close the door behind her fully and latch it, as she always did before. Two minutes, three, five, ten… When she did not emerge from the toilet after so long, I was a bit alarmed. I gingerly walked up to the toilet and was astonished to hear some strange noises. It was a mixture of soft sobbing and some other sounds I had never heard before – I now know these were sounds of ecstasy. That Pari was in some turmoil was too much for me and jettisoning the normal propriety required when one knows the toilet has a lady inside, I just entered the toilet. There she was, on the toilet seat, her left hand inside her panties, and she groaning in a strange way. She was surprised seeing me before her. I stood still, next to her, trying to absorb the meaning of all that was happening before my eyes. It was her turn to take me by surprise now. She placed her right hand gingerly on my thigh. Before I could fully absorb the sensations from her intimate touch at such a sensitive part of my body, I felt her hand move up, underneath the shorts and the brief I was wearing. And there she was, feeling my more than erect manhood and taking it in one of her hands. This was the first time my member had been touched like this by a woman. That it was Pari made it doubly rewarding. She fiddled with it softly, arousing me even further; she gently stroked my cock up and down, up and down as if playing in an orchestra. She rubbed the head of my penis with her finger tips and she got her fingers wet from my pre-cum. As if to fully reciprocate her sentiments, I began to rub on her womanhood from outside her panty and her moaning became louder. She soon started to stroke my lubricated cock again. I was literally on cloud-nine. It was hard to believe that all this was actually happening to me – that I had just kneaded her lovely breasts and felt her pussy, al beit from outside her panties, and she had my erect and wet manhood in the grip of her tender soft hand. I urged her to continue and told her that I loved it. I cajoled her to jerk me off.

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