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This seemed to be a typical Saturday, with Mr. Dawson mowing his lawn and the boys playing basketball in the driveway. I loved the way the sun warmed my face as I stepped beyond the shadows of the house. I thought how this was a perfect day to celebrate our fifteenth wedding anniversary. Well, it would have been except for the fact that Dave had been called away at the last minute to settle a labor problem in their east coast branch—something about a pending strike. It was unusual for him to travel, but who am I to complain? Dave has always provided well for me and the kids. I’ve been blessed to have all we do.

The mail box was full. I sorted it out as I walked back into the house. The damp grass felt wonderful squeezing through my toes. Our mail mostly consisted of advertisers and some utility bills. Hmmm… what’s this? A letter from David? Probably an anniversary card. He was always thoughtful that way. I couldn’t remember him ever missing an anniversary or birthday for me and the kids.

I filed the junk mail in the trash compactor and poured myself a cup of coffee. Sitting at the kitchen bar, I started to tear open Dave’s letter, when Robby popped his head in the door and asked, “Mom, can Rick and I go to the park? Allen says there’s a pickup game.”

“Don’t you want me to fix you two some lunch?”

“Naw, we’re good, Mom.”

“Okay, have fun. No fighting and be back before dark.” I truly sound like a mom, I chuckled to myself.

I smiled, thinking how Robby and Rick were inseparable. Even though they looked identical, they were fraternal twins. They’ve been such a blessing to me—my little miracles. I was told after their birth I needed a partial hysterectomy because of some abnormal growth. That meant I couldn’t have more children, so it was a stroke of luck I had twins. Except for having to take hormones daily, I completely recovered.

I went back to the letter and pulled out an anniversary card. It was a lovely scented card. Inside was a note, hand written, that said, “Thank you for being the best wife and mother any man could dream of. I love you with all my heart. See you soon. Counting the days until I’m home. Love, Your husband, Dave.”

Inside the envelope there was also a letter. I opened it and began to read. The first thing I noticed was the letter, like the card, was also hand written. I took a sip of coffee and began to read.

My dearest wife Jenny,

In almost sixteen years, I can’t recall ever writing you a letter before. Why am I now? It is because every time I try to bring this subject up, the words just stick in my throat.

First, I want to say I love you and need you more than air. You are everything to me. I’ve never ever been attracted to anyone the way I am to you. I know I’ve disappointed you at times but you never make me feel anything but supported and loved, even in my failures. I watch other wives nag their husbands, but you never do that because we’ve always had great communication. I always feel your encouragement.

So, why this letter? I’ve been struggling with certain issues in my life that started about five years ago—things I just recently began seeing a therapist about. It started as a passing thought and has grown into a full-fledged obsession. My therapist said I should talk to you about this and God knows I have tried. That is the reason I waited until I was on this two-week business trip to share what he suggested. He says I am clinically what he would classify as a Wittol. Look it up. I don’t know the exact definition.

We as a couple, click on all levels. Well, almost all. The only thing I have seen lacking in our relationship is our diminishing sex life. It’s not anyone’s fault and I’m certainly not blaming you. I think we have just grown too familiar with each other. Sex kind of went from hot and steamy to… functional….

You are probably the sexiest thirty-five year-old woman on the planet. Sometimes I watch you dress and find your body even hotter today than when we first married. So many women your age let themselves go, but not you, even after giving birth to two wonderful kids. Your total dedication to health and fitness have paid off big-time. I don’t think you know how sexy you are. Which brings me back to why I wrote this letter.

About five years ago, when we used to go to the gym together, I was watching you workout in that skin-tight leotard. You know, the one you always wore to the gym that fit like a second skin. You were on the stair climber and I was using the bench press. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your large breasts were swaying as you pumped the machine and your firm, shapely butt was perfection in motion.

I wasn’t the only one that noticed you. The guy next to me saw me staring at you and said, “I’m seeing the same thing, mate. I’d give a month’s pay to get her between the sheets. If she were my woman, I couldn’t keep my hands off her.”

For some reason, this stranger’s lustful admission excited me. That was the first time I ever fantasized about you being with another man… but it wouldn’t mecidiyeköy escort be the last. After that day, the seed that was planted started to grow. I began to regularly picture you with different men we know. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t control it. The fantasies continued.

I would get angry at myself for thinking such deviant thoughts about the woman I loved, causing periods where I’d withdraw. At first, I just told myself it was nothing but a passing phase, but it grew into a full-fledged obsession. That’s why I sought counseling. I figured you would find out about the therapy when you saw the checks I wrote to the therapist.

My love, I would never do anything to jeopardize our marriage. I just can’t help myself. I truly have this hidden desire to see you with another man. There, I said it! I know when you read this, all kinds of things will go through your mind. So, to dispel any thoughts you might have that I want to be with other women, I have no such thoughts or intentions. I want none other than you. I’ve always believed your body is yours and yours alone. What you do with it is, always has been, and always will be your choice. It is an extreme privilege to be your partner in life.

I can’t expect you to understand my feelings. I don’t understand them myself. I would take little events and build them into my fantasy, like the time you were dancing with Carl at the Christmas party and he was getting fresh, feeling you up. I knew we all had had too much to drink and you eventually pushed him away, but not after a substantial groping. I should have got angry and intervened, but all I could think about was what was he whispering in your ear? What stands out to me the most about that night was when we got home, you almost raped me. I knew the stimulation you received from Carl sparked desires in you—desires I joyfully benefited from.

Then there was the time you were getting help from that personal trainer. I can’t remember his name—the body builder. I gasped aloud when I saw him stretching you out. From the bulge he was packing, I’m sure he wanted to stretch more than your legs. I watched you giggle and flirt with him. When I saw his hands trace down your sides over your hips, I should have been furious, but strangely, it excited me and added fuel to my fantasy.

I can’t imagine what you must be thinking at this point. I could keep hiding these feelings, but I wanted you to know the truth of why I’m going to therapy. I love you with every fiber of my being, and pray this does not harm our marriage. I shouldn’t ask this, but have you ever fantasized being with another man? I know by the way you look, that you must be propositioned constantly. Are you ever tempted? Does knowing how I feel change anything?

After reading this, text me back if you want to discuss this. If you don’t, dispose of this letter and I won’t ever bring it up again.

Your loving, faithful husband, David After reading his letter the second time, I wasn’t sure how to react. Should I be angry, sympathetic, disappointed or just shocked? Shocked was my initial reaction. I thought about his options and considered taking option two, to just shred this and never think about it again. However, I love Dave and I should be able to discuss anything with him. We’d always been able to work through anything.

I picked up my phone and texted him: I received your letter.

I waited for a response. About five minutes later, I heard my phone beep for a new text. It simply said: I’m in a meeting. We can talk at seven.

I tried to get back to my chores, but my mind was never far from that letter. It’s not every day a wife gets told her husband wants to share her with others. I took out my tablet and googled “Wittol.”

It said: “Noun: wittol (plural wittols) (archaic) A man who knows, condones, and even encourages his wife’s enjoyment of coitus with another man or men: a contented cuckold.”

That had to be one of the most bizarre things I’d ever read. It made no sense. What could a husband get out of his wife having sex with another man? Moreover, how could a loving wife do that?

I thought back to Dave’s example of when I was dancing with Carl. I hadn’t even been aware of Dave watching, but It’s good that he didn’t see everything: like when I went into the kitchen and Carl followed. I’d been a bit tipsy and Carl took advantage by kissing me and groping my breasts. I had pushed him away and slapped him… eventually. And yes, I admit I was turned on.

Just past noon, the doorbell rang. It was FTD with a bouquet of roses. I put them in a vase and read through the letter again. This whole thing seemed so weird and contrary to how I knew my husband of fifteen years.

It was about four-fifteen when my phone rang. I rushed to answer and tapped that little green phone icon.

“Hey, babe,” I said. “I thought you were not going to be available until seven.”

“It’s after seven, my time.”

“Oh… I forgot about the time difference. I miss, you. How’s it going nişantaşı escort there?””Miss you more,” Dave replied. “Happy anniversary. These negotiations are going poorly, but that is to be expected. There is a lot of blustering in the beginning. How are the kids?”

“They are still at the park. I swear they would sleep with those basketballs if I’d let them.”

There was a pause in the conversation. We were both avoiding the elephant in the room. Then Dave asked softly, “Jen… did you get my card?”

“Yes, it was beautiful and so were the roses.” I said, avoiding what he truly wanted to know.

“Um, did you read my letter?” he asked.

I paused and hesitated at first. “Yes… several times. Dave, I don’t know what to say. I was pretty shocked.”

“I figured you would be. I tried to talk about it several times but couldn’t find the words. Then I decided that a letter would allow me to express all my thoughts without interruption. Can you possibly forgive me?”

“Sweetheart, what is there to forgive? What have you done besides share something you’ve been struggling with? We will talk more about it when you get home. I love you, big boy.”

“Hun, I need to get a bite to eat. I couldn’t digest any food until we talked. And sweetheart… thank you.”

“For what?” I said.

“For being the most awesome wife on earth, that’s what.”

“Awwww! Flattery is going to get you everywhere. Go eat. We’ll talk more later.”

“I’m gonna Subway and hit the sack. Love, you. Goodnight.”

“Sleep tight. Love you more.”

-oOo-

The next few days were normal. We talked twice a day and neither one of us broached the subject of his letter. However, there seemed to be this unspoken tension between us regarding his intentions for me. I couldn’t get a handle on the whole thing. I kept my emotions in check and didn’t say anything, fearing it would cause a rift between us.

I needed more information, so I decided to research this whole ‘wittol’ thing, but google kept referring me to “cuckold.” When I clicked on cuckold, thousands of websites popped up—literally, thousands. It appeared to be a popular subject. There were support groups, porn sites, how-to manuals, story sites, hookup sites, clothing, toys… the list was endless. I was flabbergasted. It appeared that hundreds of thousands or even millions were involved in this lifestyle.

I decided to read more and find out what my husband was into. I ordered a book called Becoming a Hot-wife for my kindle. Over the next couple days, I read every chance I could. I was shocked, but undeniably aroused. I started to give my vibrator a real workout. Somehow, after knowing Dave’s intentions for me, I felt bolder and more confident. Why? Was it because my husband wanted me to have sex with others? This was troubling to me, so I decided to talk further with Dave Thursday evening.

I waited for his call but he was late. He missed his regular time. I had so many things to ask him. The kids were in their room playing Nintendo and I was looking at the news with my phone in lap. Soon it was time to put the kids to bed. I worried something had happened. I decided to phone him. He picked up on the third ring. I could hear loud talking and music in the background.

“Hi babe! What’s up?” he asked.

“Where are you? It’s after midnight where you’re at.”

“Sorry, Hun, I’m in some bar. We are celebrating.”

“Celebrating what? I can hardly hear you.”

“We made a preliminary agreement pending the lawyers’ review. I tell you what, let me inform the guys I’m going back to my hotel.”

“Dave, don’t you dare drive!”

“No worries, princess. My hotel is across the street. I’ll call you back in ten.”

“Okay. Don’t walk out in front of a car! Talk soon.”

I poured a cup of coffee and stared at the clock. Ten minutes passed, then twenty… finally the buzz. I picked up immediately.

“Hi, Dave, are you alone?”

“Of course I’m alone. The only hot chick in my life is you.” He chuckled. “What’s up? You sound stressed.”

“I just miss you, David. It’s lonely without you.”

“Jen, I miss you, too. But there’s something more, isn’t there?” He could always read me.

“Yes, there is. I want to talk with you more about your letter.”

There was a pause and then he replied, “What do you want to know?”

“Why would you even think of such a thing?”

“I’ve been struggling with that same question for years. My therapist says those desires are not uncommon. He says it’s a universal desire for many men over a wide range of races, cultures, and economic classes. He explained that husbands tend to feel less effective as lovers as they age. In turn, that triggers a response of wanting his wife or significant other to be pleasured by another man.”

“That’s nuts. You’re not old, and you’re a wonderful lover.”

“Be honest, Jenny. Don’t you miss the passion we once shared? Remember how we couldn’t keep our hands off each other? Now our love making seems like… functional kağıthane escort maintenance.”

“Well, this is just a sign that we need to work on a few things, that’s all. I would never cheat on you, no matter what. I love you.”

“I love you, too. But what I was fantasizing about was not cheating.”

“How would me making love to another man not be cheating?”

“First, you wouldn’t be making love with another man, you’d be fucking him. Making love is reserved for me. Cheating is sneaking around behind your spouse’s back. What you’d be doing would be with my support and encouragement.”

“And I suppose this gives you the green light to fool around at the conferences you go on?”

“No! I’d never ever do that. I’m not even tempted. This is about you taking lovers, not me. I know it sounds nuts.”

“Yes, it does! Totally crazy! This is a lot to take in,” I sighed.

“You sound upset. I apologize for upsetting you.”

“David, for a guy with a 140 IQ, you can be so incredibly dumb at times. I looked up ‘wittol’ and ‘cuckold,’ I even downloaded a book. I can’t believe you want me to have unrestrained sex while you just… watch? What do you get out of this arrangement?”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“This is a good time to explain, don’t you think?”

“Well… I get the satisfaction of knowing you are well taken care of.”

“Bullshit! Do you want a divorce? Is that it? Go ahead, admit it!” I started to cry.

“No way! I don’t want a divorce. I love you with every fiber of my being. I’d die without you.”

“I’m going to hang up now, David. This is too upsetting.”

“Please don’t hang up. This is what I feared. Jen, I love you and I am not going to force you to have sex with another man. If you ever act on this, the choice is all yours. All I ask is that you are honest and tell me.”

“You do realize you’re not playing with a full deck, buster? So… hypothetically, how did you envision this was going to happen?”

“Well, I’ve never really got that far, but hypothetically speaking of course, I suppose you’d take one of those offers that I’m sure comes your way so frequently.”

“And where is this ‘hypothetical rendezvous’ supposed to take place? Have you considered we have two children at home?”

“Wait a second, sweetheart, are we actually planning on having this happen?”

“Of course, not! I could never in a million years cheat on you,” I said breathlessly. “However, the book I’m reading suggests to try it at least once for an experimental trial run, then evaluate your feelings with one another before pursuing it further. How does that idea strike you?” I could hear the hope in Dave’s voice. “I couldn’t possibly cheat on you,” I reiterated. “We have a family. There is too much at stake.”

“It’s not cheating if I know where you are and what you’re doing, but I’ve already said that. We’re just going in circles now. Let’s sleep on it. I’ve got a long day tomorrow. If we can wrap up this agreement, I’ll be home Saturday.”

“Good night, crazy husband.”

“Good night, wife.”

-oOo-

I attempted to sleep, but every time I tried, I was haunted by my thoughts. This whole thing had me incredibly worked up. I was now actually remembering how I was before I met David. We first saw each other in the school library. He was so handsome that my toes curled (my toes are my hot-guy barometer). When he saw that I was staring at him, he smiled. My heart melted. He sweetly asked if he could use my table. I instantly agreed, thinking he could use anything of mine. Except for a few pleasantries, we didn’t talk. From the stack of books he was reading, I could tell he was extremely intelligent. Intelligent guys turned me on. Hell, any hot guy turned me on.

The next day, I was walking to my biology class when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and faced this dreamboat, staring deeply into his hazel eyes.

“Excuse me, aren’t you the girl from the library?”

“Yep, that’s me, library girl.” I could hardly speak.

“I’m glad I found you. I think you left this on the table.” He fished out my chemistry notes from his stack of folders.

“Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was searching everywhere for them.” I dropped my books and gave him a hug that almost knocked him over.

After he recovered from being tackled by a crazy blonde chick, he said, “I’m David Cooper.”

“Glad to meet you, David Cooper, I’m Jennifer Maxwell.” I curtsied and lifted the hem of my skirt.

“Hahaha, you’re just too cute. I’ve never done this before, but would you care to have dinner with me?”

“Really? You’ve never had dinner before?” I looked serious.

“Please tell me that you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Okay. I don’t have a boyfriend,” I lied.

We were married three months later. But what David never knew was that I was a campus slut. He should have had a clue when I fucked his brains out on our first date. Dinner wasn’t even that good, but I made sure his dessert was something to write home about.

We were still very much in love and apparently on the verge of a new adventure. I realized from our last conversation this had shifted from “if” to “how.” A week ago, I never would have thought I’d be thinking about possible lovers. All this hot-wife talk was igniting embers in me I thought had burned out long ago. I was becoming a girl on fire.

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Bedsheets strewn aside, thin shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and streamed over her sensuous curves. Our bodies were nestled together, spooning, as I soaked in the sight and feel of her silky smooth warm skin against me. My senses slowly aroused, feeling the soft warmth of the back of her thighs and firm ass pressed against my awakening cock. Savoring the scent of her hair intermixed with the light aroma of the massage oil we had spread over each other last night. The subtle musk of our sex ignited erotic images of last nights storm of sexual passion, causing my cock to warm and swell, softly pressing against her ass, seeking her attention.

I gently pulled her hair away from her neck, lightly kissing below her ear, I couldn’t resist nuzzling against her neck, my lips grazing softly down her neck, tracing over her shoulder. I caressed my hand over the curve of her hip, then lightly massaging over her thigh and leg, enjoying the warmth and feel of her smooth skin. Her legs clasped together, my fingertips could only brush over the top of her mound, softly circling, wanting to rub over her pussy, arouse her heat, feel her wetness. I slowly caressed my hand up her stomach, cupping over her breast, gently trapping her nipple between my fingers. Lifting my hand from her breast, I licked two fingers and lightly teased my wet fingertips around her areola and nipple, grinning as I watched her bud rise and harden to my touch.

Teasing her nipple, my cock twitched and swelled against her ass, and the erotic memories and sensations of last nights sex play reeled through my mind…the feel of spreading and massaging warm oil over each other, exploring and tantalizing each others erogenous zones…the sight and sounds of her playing her vibrator over her swollen wet pussy and clit, while feeling her lick and suck my cock as I teased her nipples…her thighs tightening against my head, grinding her slippery pussy against my lips and tongue…the lust in her eyes as she straddled me, riding my cock, her pussy sliding and clenching around my hard shaft as I rubbed and squeezed her nipples…the sound of her gasps and moans as she trembled against me in orgasm, soaking my cock and thighs with her cum…her sexy grin as she looked up into my eyes, licking and massaging my cock, while she strummed her clit…the gleam in her eyes, lusty enthusiasm and sultry voice as she coaxed me to cum for her…the intensity of her excitement as I thrust against her in orgasm…the sight and feel of her milking the cum from my cock, then continuing to stroke and suck me back to hardness as she rubbed her pussy against my leg…the feel of her pussy as I pumped my cock into her from behind, my balls slapping against her lips, hands over her hips driving our rhythm…the passion in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at me, spanking her ass, urging me to fuck her harder, faster…feeling her shiver against me in orgasm, her hot juices flowing over my cock…my hips thrusting against her ass, her hand between her legs fondling my tightening balls, feeling my cock pumping against her pussy wall…the electric surge of my orgasm shooting through me as my cock pulsed, spurting cum for her.

The memories of last night caused the warm pleasurable ache of my lust to flow through me. My balls feeling heavy as my hardening cock strained, pushing firmly up against her ass. She sighed and stirred slightly, slowly topkapı escort shifting her thighs, pushing her ass against me, pressing against my shaft, squeezing out pre-cum. I kissed her neck as I wrapped my arm around her, caressing over her breast, once again capturing her nipple between my fingers. Her eyes still closed, she smiled lazily and subtly tilted her head to expose her neck for me as I nuzzled and grazed my lips down her neck and over her shoulder. Arching herself against me, she moaned softly and rubbed her ass against my cock, teasing “Mmmm, is that for me?”

My lips at her ear I smiled and whispered, “Shhh, it’s your present.”

She giggled, then slowly gyrated her ass against me and whispered “I think I know what it is…when can I have my present?”

I didn’t answer as I kissed down the nape of her neck, slowly sliding my hand down from her breast, tracing over her ribs, then teasing my fingers between her thighs and over her mound. Massaging over her clasped thighs and hips, then caressing the back of her thighs, my fingertips explored over the moist folds of her pussy lips, exposed between her thighs. She moaned softly as I lightly traced over the length of her slit, then teasing a finger around her rim, she inhaled sharply as I nipped her earlobe, and I finally replied, “When you’re ready.”

Grinning seductively, she rolled back slightly towards me, looking into my eyes as she parted her thighs, spreading one leg over mine, I slid my hand over her moist pussy, massaging over her slit, moaning softly at my touch she whispered, “I’m ready for my present” as she reached behind her and grasped my cock, throbbing for her.

I couldn’t resist teasing, “Hmmm, I’ll be the judge of that”, as I caressed my fingers over and around her clit, circling her mound, she raised her hips to meet my touch as she stroked my cock. Our lips pressed in a deep kiss, I eased a finger into her slippery pussy. She playfully nipped my lower lip, pushing against my finger, coaxing me deeper, grinding her pussy against hand.

I slowly pumped my finger into her wet hole as my hand massaged over her pussy lips, spreading her juices, brushing over her clit, her hips thrusting and gyrating against my hand as she stroked my hard cock against her ass. My other arm was wrapped around her, hand clasped over her breast, fingers circling and teasing her hard nipple, squeezing and pulling her bud between my fingers.

Our tongues played wildly between our lips as I dipped two fingers into her, massaging against her pussy walls, thrusting deeper, she moaned, squeezing her pussy around my fingers. Fucking her with my fingers, my palm rubbed and bumped over her clit, sending hot shivers of pleasure through her, her pussy grinding against my hand.

She raised and shifted her hips, freeing my cock and spreading her legs further, then reaching over my hand she guided my pre-cum slickened cock between her thighs, pressing my hard shaft against her lips, stroking my cock against her pussy.

I slowed my pace and eased my fingers out of her pussy, she drew in a sharp breath at the loss of my touch and quickly plunged her own fingers in, finger fucking herself with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. Our eyes locked as I licked her juices from my fingers and with a wicked grin she arched up and kissed along my neck, pumping her fingers deeper into her çapa escort pussy. The taste of her essence fired my lust for more. Leaning over her, I kissed over her neck and cheek to her lips, then teasing my tongue over her lips I whispered deeply, “I want to taste more of you.”

Her eyes widened and she playfully nipped my lower lip, moaning “Mmmm, yessss!”.

I slid down alongside her and lifted her legs up, pushing them back towards her, and she reached up behind her knees, pulling her legs back, spreading herself open for me. Kneeling in front of her, I leaned over to kiss and lick down the back of her legs, massaging my hands over her hips and thighs, my hard shaft rubbing over her pussy. Tracing my tongue down from behind her knees, I kissed and licked over the back of her thighs and over her ass, teasing closer to the heat of her pussy, playfully nipping her ass.

Massaging her ass, I licked along the crease between her thighs and pussy lips, then rubbed my thumbs over the glistening folds of her slit, fingers spreading her wetness down to the rim of her ass. Teasing my tongue along length of her swollen lips, I pushed her legs back further and she leaned back, her knees pressed against her breasts, she raised her hips as I tucked a pillow below her.

Admiring the beauty of her wet pussy, I rubbed my hand over her slippery lips, fingers brushing over her clit. Our eyes locked as I slowly lapped along the sides of her lips, then broad tongue strokes over the length of her slit, occasionally flicking my tongue around the hood of her rising clit, but not touching. She moaned, “Mmmm, yess babe, lick my pussy!”, gasping softly with each tongue stroke as she watched me lap over her pussy, pushing her hips up, spreading herself open further for my touch.

Tracing my tongue down the length of her slit, I flicked over her sweet spot between her rim and pussy while lightly circling my fingertips over her clit, her hips shivering at the sensation, she moaned out “Ooooh, fuuck yeeaahh…feels sooo goood!”.

Licking up to her clit, I teased a wet finger against her rim, circling her asshole, pressing against her rim as I flicked my tongue around her clit, alternately kissing and sucking over her slippery pearl. She drew in her breath sharply at the feel of my finger rubbing her rim, her hips grinding, trying to push her pussy against lips and tongue. Flicking her clit, I firmly grasped her ass, spreading her cheeks wide, pressing my thumb against her wet rim with one hand, stroking two fingers into her pussy with the other.

Rolling her hips against the rhythm of my fingers and tongue, she groaned as her breathing became rapid and shallow, closing her eyes she tilted her head back, still holding her legs spread, juices flowing down her ass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her vibrator laying within reach. Keeping the rhythm of my tongue flicking and finger fucking, I grabbed her vibrator and turned it on, the pressed the tip against her wet rim. She gasped sharply, pushing and squirming her ass against the vibrator, moaning “Mmmm, yesss…oohh don’t stop!”, as her wetness flowed.

Her warm juices lubricating the tip of the vibe, she groaned deeply as I eased it into her ass, gently inching it deeper with short rhythmic strokes. My tounge flicked passionately over her reddened clit, fingers stirring her pussy, I felt her body tense, then she fatih escort suddenly shuddered against me, groaning as she releasing her grip on her legs, pushing her hips up, arching against my face, cum gushing, the vibrator slipped out of her ass as she rapidly ground her pussy against while squeezing and pulling her nipples. I wrapped my arms around her hips, lapping her flowing juices, savoring the essence of her hot swollen pussy. Lust surged through me at the thrill of her orgasm, my hard pre-cum covered cock throbbing, aching to fuck her.

Her orgasm still subsiding, I rose to my knees, lifting her legs up to me, then spread her legs as I rested them against my chest and shoulders, rubbing my cock over her slit. Our eyes locked and I leaned forward over her, pushing her legs back, then spreading them as I lowered myself over to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me down to her lips in a deep passionate kiss, moaning as she tasted her juice on my tongue.

My hard shaft pressed against her cum soaked pussy, sliding over her swollen lips, teasing against her still sensitive clit, she wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me tighter, grinding against my cock. I broke our kiss, then kissed over her neck to her ear, I whispered, “I think you’re ready for your present now.”

She giggled, then grinning as she squeezed and pulled her nipples, she teased, “Oooo, I can’t wait…how are you going to give it to me?”

Nuzzling against her neck I whispered, “I need to slide it inside you…fuck you with it.”

She nipped my earlobe, kissing my neck and ear, and whispered, “Mmmm, my favorite kind of present…give it to me…fuck me…I want to feel you cum.”

Pushing myself up, I slid back and knelt between her legs as I said, “Roll over, on your knees.”

Her face flushed, she smiled luxuriously as she rolled over and raised her ass to me, looking back into my eyes with a nasty grin she spread her legs, pulling her nipple with one hand as she rubbed her other hand over her pussy and murmured, “Give it to me.”

My stiff cock ached for her pussy, throbbing as I grabbed her hips, pushing my tip into her slit, her hand cupped my heavy balls and I couldn’t resist my urge to thrust deep into her. She moaned out, “Ooo, yeah babe, fuck me…fuck me hard!”

Her words stoked my lust and I pumped hard into her, my hips slapping firmly against her ass, thrusting deep into her, feeling her squeeze around my shaft, my cockhead bumping against her pussy wall. Her hand reached between her legs, massaging my sac and coaxing the cum from my balls, I pumped faster, feeling the hot ache of my orgasm boiling, she pressed a finger against the rim of my ass, passionately urging me on “Mmm, yeah, fuck me…Oooh, feels sooo good…come on, cum for me!”

Her wet finger pushed into my ass, sending me over the edge. The white heat of my orgasm rushed through me as my thighs shuddered against her ass, I let out a deep groan, thrusting hard into her, my weight pushing her ass down onto the bed, swollen cock pumping cum deep into her pussy. Slumping over her, chest heaving, pressed against her back, my hands clasped over hers I nuzzled and kissed over her shoulder and nape of her neck. Hips slowly grinding against her ass, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy around my cock as my orgasm ebbed, cum flowing from her slit, soaking the sheet.

Easing my weight off her, my semi-hard cock slipped out of her, we both sighed at the loss, then laughed together at our reaction. I nestled alongside her and she turned to spoon against me. Bedsheets strewn aside, thin shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and streamed over her sensuous curves.

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Sara and I were in the back of a stretch Limo heading back to the Houston rental after the gala to support the foundation that sponsored Paul Bosworth’s research. In the car with us was Barbara Dayworthy, and her husband Paul Bosworth. Also, with us was Sara’s niece Jessica Harper and her boyfriend Praveen Kumar. Sara was commenting to Barbara Dayworthy on the success of the gala.

“Three quarters of a million was a nice round number. That took some organization, darling,” said Sara.

“Throw a party and Houston’s Grand Dames will show up and write checks on their husband’s accounts. You don’t live in Houston we do that kind of money in our sleep,” said Barbara.

The limo pulled up to the driveway of the house that we were using, and a familiar figure was standing by the open door. William was assisting the women out of the car. The limo drove off leaving Barbara and her husband, Jessica and Praveen with us.

“A quick nightcap and William will drive you home,” said Sara.

The lights were on in the house with Paula holding the door. When we were settled, she circulated around with a tray of martinis. I noticed that Sara declined a cocktail and was drinking orange juice instead. Sara commented on the MC who she thought was hideous.

“The woman could barely fit in her dress and to prance around the stage like that I was surprised that there were any bids for the auction,” said Sara.

“I noticed that you were competitive on some of the items, darling,” I said trying to break the mood of the group.

“Paul, I needed your help, if we had worked together, we could have defeated the couple in the red dress and tux, and the foundation that supports Paul’s research would be that much richer. I really wanted that necklace,” said Sara.

“I will find something as beautiful if not more than that cheap piece of glass for you darling,” I said.

“Sara, I’ve asked before, I still want to know what school you sent him to. He seems to know how to make you happy,” said Barbara.

“And as I explained earlier, it takes a lot of practice and patients, but he got the message very quickly. I think he enjoys surprising me,” said Sara.

Paula circulated a second round of drinks and snacks which made the mood in the group relax even more. It was Dr. Bosworth that ended the evening when he stood and announced that he had to get to his lab in the morning. William was standing by the Land Rover and Jessica, Dayworthy and Bosworth got in the back seat and Praveen rode with William. We bid everyone a good evening and went back into the house and sat in the living room and talked about the party.

Sara slid next to me and kissed my cheek. “Paul were you serious about getting me another diamond necklace?”

“I’ve been looking and there are two that I think would look good on you. I can only afford one so I will let you see my selections and you can choose,” I said as I kissed Sara.

“Darling as much as I would like another bauble, we have expenses coming soon so let’s put that off,” said Sara.

We kissed rose and moved to our bedroom, leaving the house for Paula to clean up. I was wondering what expenses Sara was talking about the only thing I could think about was the cabana. I could not see any expenses looming in the future. But if Sara wanted to delay. I could delay.

The Gala we attended was styled as a throwback to the 1920’s. The outfits that the three ladies wore this evening were inspired by “Flappers” and for the most part they carried the look off well. That was the reason Sara commented on the MC’s dress, which was not well thought out. I started to get out of the tux at the same time Sara was undressing in the bathroom. I was in bed just as Sara came into the room. Sara was naked but somehow different from what I remembered her a few weeks before.

She slid next to me and grabbed my hand and placed it on one of her breasts. She rolled further and brought our lips together. Her hand found my cock and was stimulating it to a nice erection.

“Now Mr. Rogers if you will put that thing, between your legs, to good use. Both of us will be happy, me especially,” whispered Sara.

Sara directed my cock into her pussy and then kissed me. “You feel so good Countess, I could make love to you forever,” I said as I began to move my penis in and out of her.

“This is what I wanted, my darling. You and me in the same bed with your tool working my pussy over,” said Sara with a slight laugh.

“You feel great and look beautiful, Sara,” I said before I took one of her breasts in my mouth.

Sara brought my head to hers and our lips met in a long passionate kiss. I continued moving my cock in and out of her warm silky pussy. Sara started to breathe deeply, and I felt Sara orgasm. She suddenly embraced me, kissed me and held on to me. I continued to move my cock in and out of her quim. I made one thrust and felt my cock let go. I held on to Sara as I came down from my orgasm. We both let sleep take over.

The next time I was aware etiler escort there was a knock on the door. “Mr. Rogers breakfast is ready!” said Paula through the door. I moved my arms and legs and found I was alone. Sara must have gotten up earlier. I got out of bed and performed my usual morning tasks. I dressed and walked to the kitchen. On the counter was a glass of orange juice and a plate of eggs and bacon. Sara was not in the house.

“Ms. Solsbery left earlier this morning with Ms. Dayworthy and will call you later, sir,” said Paula without asking.

I sat and ate was hoping that Paula had some left over, but I was disappointed. I guessed that Sara had a hand in that operation. I almost called Bret but remembered the time change and knew that it would not be appreciated if I called them at 7:00.

Mr. Rogers there is a package in the living room that was delivered after you and Ms. Solsberry left last night,” said Paula.

I followed our house manager into the living room and there was a box about the size of a set of golf clubs. There was a large envelope attached, in the envelope was a birthday card from my wife.

The card was funny but the note below was not “I did not forget Happy Birthday darling. Sara Jane Solsbery Countess of Redding” There were all kinds of calligraphic flourishes below words. “This will require a diamond necklace I am sure,” I thought to myself.

I opened the box and found a new set of clubs in a new bag. These were the ones that I was looking at. It looked like Mr. Solsbery isn’t the only one with information sources. Now all I needed was someone to play with.

“Mr. Kumar called and said he was on the way sir,” said Paula.

Another chance to grill Jessica’s boyfriend. This had Sara written all over it. There was a knock on the door and Paula went to answer it. Praveen followed Paula into the living room. He was dressed in a traditional Scottish kilt and I did a double take when I saw him.

“I grew up in Scotland, and I understand that you need a thrashing on the golf course. Grab your sticks and let’s get out of here. By the way the bet is fifty a hole,” said Praveen.

Fifty a hole was real money if Praveen was as good as he put on. I felt the bag and found a set of shoes in one of the compartments. I was ready and needed to school my young friend. But I still thought that fifty a hole was a larger bet than I wanted to get into. Unfortunately, pride kept me from suggesting a different amount. Praveen took me to one of the oldest municipal golf courses in Houston that recently underwent a major renovation. We paid the green and cart fees and drove to the first tee. There was a tall man standing at the first tee who turned around. I almost fainted when I recognized George Cummings standing at the first tee.

“I see you guys finally made it. Paula must have dragged you out of bed, Paul.”

I introduced George to Praveen, and we started to play with the group giving me the honor of starting. I found out that George had a customer in Houston and coordinated with Sara and Paula to get me to the course for a Birthday game. I was touched by George and Sara’s efforts to make my birthday special. “Yes, a new bauble was required,” I thought to myself.

I could have wished for better results. George took me and Praveen to school and Praveen and I split and owed zero at the end of the game. I suggested lunch, but George begged-off saying he had to meet his client. Praveen dropped me at the house, saying that he had to conference with a client. I walked into the house and William took my clubs and said that he would take care of them. I went to where the bar was set up and noticed that Paula and Sara were in the kitchen discussing something.

“Can’t come in here darling it’s a surprise,” said Sara when she noticed me at the bar.

Barbara Dayworthy walked around the corner and grabbed my wrist and led me out of the house.

“Well if you can put up with an old bag as a lunch partner we can get out of here and leave Sara to do Sara things,” said Dayworthy.

“Madam I hardly consider you an “old bag” and would love to have lunch with you. I am still in the market for dirt on Sara. I need more leverage.”

Dayworthy bundled me in her car and we drove to a popular lunch spot near the rental. We stepped up to the counter and ordered and found a table after getting drinks. The food was good and the conversation ranged from Sara and Barbara in school to how Sara and I met. I decided not to go into all the details.

“Sara’s telling included some juicy bits that you left out Mr. Rogers. Are you embarrassed?” said Barbara.

“I’m not afraid to say that Sara and I made love the first night we met,” I replied.

Dayworthy did her job and we spent three hours talking about the political situation to what my next assignments were. I asked where she and Sara went this morning?

“I found Sara a new client as she is the expert in sexual harassment law. The women beyoğlu escort has a PhD in Geology and is an expert in oil reservoir engineering. She was working for Champion Energy and was promised a promotion and then it was withdrawn under suspicious circumstances. I told Sara that I think that there is a case there, and I would like to see some of those high and mighty men taken down a peg,” said Barbara.

Dayworth’s phone beeped and she announced that we were needed at the house. The check came and my credit card beat Dayworthy’s so I picked up the check. I guessed that a couple of diamond incrusted rings would need to materialize.

“She loves you Mr. Rogers, please don’t forget that. I know that you can cut through her BS, just remember that she loves you,” said Dayworthy as we were leaving the restaurant.

“Barbara, I love her, and she has cut through my issues and stayed with me, but the bottom line is I love her,” I said in response.

There were a lot of cars parked around the house when we arrived. When we got to the house the door opened and I was greeted by a large gathering of friends from LA. Sara was standing in the center of the room with a cocktail glass in her hand and a kiss for me. She handed me the cocktail. I looked around the room and saw Bret and George, Mary Barron, and several producers from Code Women

“Darling did Barbara feed you too much we are having an early dinner,” said Sara.

Like the party that I organized for Sara the group broke into a rendering of “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow,” and “Happy Birthday” I was amazed that Sara got so many of our LA friends to come to Houston to celebrate my birthday. I stopped with tears welling up in my eyes. I could not imagine that so many would take a trip to celebrate my birthday. Sara embraced me and we kissed again with the crowd applauding. Sara directed me to the table that was set with beautiful china and silverware. Mrs. Kelly commanded a small group of servers. They placed the first course on the table. Again, the practical part of my mind started to see dollar signs departing from our bank accounts.

Dinner proceeded from course to course and wine to wine. I noticed that Sara did not imbibe. Wine was served, and I saw her pick up the glass, but she just took one or two sips. The final course was my favorite; chocolate cake. I was being urged to stand by Sara, who stood beside me.

“We do have some more presents, but I have to steal some thunder to make the presents make sense. Some of you may have noticed that I have not had my signature martini in my hand. I just lightly sipped the wonderful wines selected by Mrs. Kelly. Just before this trip I visited my doctor and in nine months Paul’s and my live will change with the birth of our first child. Darling, I hope you are happy with this news, I sure am,” said Sara.

I concentrated on keeping my knees stiff so I would not collapse. I embraced Sara actually I used her to steady me and kissed her. Now her behavior made sense. Now what I saw last night made sense. We were going to have a baby. Now I knew why Sara embraced the cabana, one of our offices might become a bedroom.

Sara directed me and the rest of the group out to the living room. Two servers were standing at the entrance with trays of Champagne. There was one glass with orange juice for Sara. On a table were several packages wrapped in bright paper. I picked up one and tore the paper off and looked at the box. It was a fancy video camera, now I understood the gift. Sara would want me to document our baby. The next package I opened was a new fancy watch. It would add to my collection. I guess I was becoming a watch connoisseur as I owned five other fancy watches in addition to a smartwatch.

Sara moved closer to me and whispered. “Do not stop loving me sir that is an order.”

“Yes ma’am, that is something I will not do,” I said.

Bret started the second part of the party by relaying the elaborate planning for Sara’s and my wedding. “We didn’t want you to come up with some excuse not to participate, my friend.” She ended the story by proposing a toast to me on my birthday.

Sara took the floor from her friend; “Paul remember the second or third time I came to visit. You were absolutely shit faced drunk. You left your clothes on the floor and greeted me in a bathrobe. I knew I loved you then, but you were a mess, you needed a strong hand to guide you and I guess that I took on that job. Now you will need to guide me and our baby in the future. I give you John Paul Rogers on the celebration of his birthday!”

I remember being drunk and having Sara surprise me. It was not my finest hour the incident at the Salsbery home in England later wasn’t much better. Other friends took the floor and relayed less than glorious stories, but it was all in friendship at least I hoped so.

I also heard more bottles of Champagne being opened and quickly held up my glass for a refill. I grabbed Sara and kissed her; I was cihangir escort in a mood that I would kiss anything that came close. I polished off my second glass and held it aloft wanting a refill. I hand took my glass and put it on the waiter’s tray and it was whisked away. In my ear was Sara saying that I had had enough.

“Darling it is my birthday, I can overindulge if I want,” I whispered.

“But you’re no good to me if your drunk, and I want me some Paul Rogers tonight,” Sara whispered back.

“I was thinking along the lines of Pol Roger.”

“What am I going to do with you, darling?” asked Sara.

I suddenly realized that everyone’s eyes were focused on us and we still had guests to entertain. Sara had me worked up and all I wanted was to make love to my beautiful wife and mother-to-be.

Bret approached and I knew she wanted to talk about credit and compensation on her new project.

“I have a counter-offer Paul, you get a writing credit and you and Sara get Executive Producers credit. I can only offer one hundred plus ten of the gross.”

“Make it one fifty and we have a deal, and Sara and I continue to be involved,” I replied.

A hand moved down my leg to my knee and up toward my crotch. I saw Sara move her hand while I was talking to Bret. Sara moved down when she mentioned the one hundred and up when I mentioned the one fifty. Mrs. Kelly fought through the crowd and placed a glass of Champagne in my hand.

“You looked like you could use some refreshment, Mr. Rogers.”

I emptied the glass in almost one swallow and Mrs. Kelly was quick to refill it. I turned to Sara and explained the deal and she kissed me.

“Bret one fifty and ten take it or leave it,” I said as I finished the glass of champagne.

“I thought you were my friend,” said Bret before I held up my hand.

“I am your friend but now you want something of mine, and I want to be compensated. Bret your shows have done wonders for the streaming network, and I was proud to be a part of some of the success you had. I just want to be paid for my part in the creation of the next hit. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes, Paul we have a deal, I will get the paperwork to you next week.”

I reached over and kissed Bret on the cheek. She was a friend and a person that got me through some tough times.

“Still friends Bret?”

“Of course, Paul but you shouldn’t be kissing me while your wife is around.”

Sara leaned over and kissed Bret and then me and let her hand move up and down my leg.

“See Bret I know who loves who,” said Sara.

I rose and moved around the room making sure that people were entertained. Servers kept offering food and refreshed Champagne glasses. Jessica and Praveen were seated in a corner when I came by.

“Your boyfriend is a very good golfer Jessica, do you play?”

“Yes, I play. It is almost a requirement in my job. I have been known to beat him at times. I hear that your friend Bret is a serious player, will she be in Houston long enough to get in a game?” asked Jessica.

I called over to Bret and Sara. “Your niece wants a crack at Bret. How long are you going to be in Houston?”

“I can extend if I can get a crack at getting some more of the Solsbery’s money,” said Bret.

“Looks like we have two threesomes tomorrow. Loser buys lunch,” I announced.

I noticed that Praveen was working his phone. “Ok we are reserved for 9:30 tomorrow if you old farts can get up at that hour,” said Praveen with a laugh.

“Watch who you are calling and old fart sir,” I said.

I waited for a server to freshen up my glass as I was feeling giddy. I wanted to go over to Sara and encourage her to try the Champagne, but I decided not to try my luck. I continued around the room when Sara and Bret came up beside me and directed me to the couch.

“We are still in control, darling just relax,” said Sara as she kissed me.

What I wanted to do was take my wife in my arms and make passionate love to her. But that would need to wait for later, and I might be less drunk. I noticed that the guests were beginning to leave. I stood and thanked them for making the trip to celebrate my birthday. I sat down again hoping that I did not make a larger fool of myself. Mrs. Kelly came and stationed herself next to me when Sara got up to thank our guests. I guessed that she was my minder now. I mentioned that my glass was empty but got no response from her.

I tried to stand but decided that it was not a good idea. In my mind I counted the two cocktails and four glasses of wine and three or more glasses of Champagne. I was toast. The house emptied and Sara came in and I waited for the blast that I knew was coming. But nothing came she told Mrs. Kelly to start the cleanup and she would take care of me. She helped me to my feet and directed me to our bedroom and helped me get my clothes off. I had moved from the euphoric state to the depressed state. I was being helped by Sara to the bathroom. The shower was on and hot and she closed the door leaving me alone.

“I’m sorry, Sara,” I said over and over hoping to get a response, but nothing came. I finally felt better and shut the shower off and found the towel and began to wipe myself dry. I walked out and found Sara sitting in one of the chairs naked waiting for me.

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Josef sighed. From his seat near the departure screens he could see that the status for the 9:00 AM flight from SFO to CTG had just changed from “On Time” to “Delayed.” The large window to his left revealed the likely culprit: a low-lying river of cold fog.

Compulsively he swiped his phone, staring again at the awkwardly cold goodbye texts he had exchanged with his ex-fiancée. He knew they each meant well, but they hadn’t figured out how to talk to each other now that their relationship was over. He hoped distance and a break would help.

He slipped his headphones in and closed his eyes.

———————

Josef woke from a sweaty half-sleep as the bus’s whine down-shifted to a growl. The pockmarked window to his left framed a bright Caribbean inlet full of fishing boats and through the windshield he could catch snippets of the coastal village at the end of the descent.

He’d been in the bus for more than five hours. He’d been in the country for just over two days. He really needed to pee.

Five minutes later they came to a grinding stop at the first intersection in town. Josef pulled his headphones from his ears and stuffed his already bent and rumpled book into a small backpack before stretching and joining the slow moving line in the aisle. The stocky Colombian woman in front of him slung a trussed chicken over her shoulder. The forced immobility of its body was belied by the rapid flickering of its eyes.

The two Australians behind Josef joined the queue as well, continuing the endless discussion of which particular areas of corporate law they hoped to focus on that had plagued the pre-sleep part of Josef’s bus ride. The girl was actually cute in a waify way, but her apparently genuine fascination with the details of commercial paper and/or transactional intellectual property law–she couldn’t decide–robbed Josef of any attraction he might have felt. Not her fault really.

While he waited for the driver to unload the bus’s luggage compartment, Josef looked around. The ocean was two blocks away down a slight slope and from where he stood he could see a row of food carts lining the road that ran alongside the water. The streets between the bus stop and the ocean were paved, but those that wound away from the water were pitted dirt and gravel. Houses–most concrete blocks, a few made of uneven bricks–lined the edges of those roads until the buildings petered out and the streets became footpaths that wound into the green-spined hills.

He dug his guidebook out of his small bag and flipped to the dog-eared page on the village of Taganga. The hostel recommended to him by a friendly German he’d met in Cartagena was circled, but it took Josef a moment to locate it on the small map of the town and another moment to place himself in relation to it.

Bags were appearing out of the bus’s undercarriage, and he moved forward to watch for his. The Colombian woman and her unfortunate chicken retrieved a pallet of soft drinks and moved away down the town’s main road. The chattering Australians slung brand new packs onto their shoulders and sauntered off in the same direction. By the time his own rather worn looking backpack emerged the crowd of passengers had dwindled to two.

Josef was turning to leave when he heard the remaining passenger begin to interrogate the bus-driver in rather proper sounding English.

“Where’s my bag? Is there another compartment? I loaded it myself, so I know it’s on the bus!”

“No entiendo, señorita.”

“My bag! Where is it!”

“Ah, su mochila. No sé, no esta aquí.” The driver gestured at the empty baggage hold.

“I don’t understand! Where is it?”

Josef sighed and internally debated just continuing on to his hostel. He wanted nothing more than to sleep (and to empty his bladder) but he knew he’d feel guilty if he just walked away.

“Can I help?” he asked the English girl.

“Do you speak Spanish?” she turned towards him hopefully. He hadn’t mastered the rather impressive range of British accents but hers reminded him of the BBC radio voices that his parents had listened to on occasion. and experience taught him she was likely from London.

“Badly, but apparently a little bit better than you at least,” he answered.

She frowned at him. She was pretty. Clearly of Indian descent; long black hair and almond skin, with judgmental grey-green eyes.

“Sorry,” Josef said, “I’ll ask him about your bag.”

The driver insisted he knew nothing about the bag. He let them look in both of the compartments under the bus and they were empty. The girl was almost in tears by the time they finished searching.

“I’m sorry. It happens. Either one of the other people on the bus grabbed it before you got off, or it was taken at one of the stops we made on our way here,” he told her.

“All my clothes were in it! And my toiletries. And my shoes! My trip is ruined and I’ve only been here a day.”

“Do you have your wallet and your passport at least?” Josef asked.

“Yes. Thank god. They’re in this bag. And my laptop too.” ortaköy escort She indicated the small backpack she wore.

“Then you’re alright. You can replace your other bag and you can buy new clothing. All you’ve lost is a little time and money.”

He could see that she was on the verge of tears, but right before they started she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders.

“You’re right. What’s an adventure without a few hiccups?”

Josef smiled at her. She smiled back.

“That’s the spirit. Do you know where you’re staying? I would offer to carry your bag there, but well… you know.”

She smacked him in the shoulder.

“Ass. I had a hostel picked out, but my guide book was in the bag that you so gallantly won’t be carrying. Do you know where you’re going?”

He pointed at the nearest road that led away from the beach.

“That way,” he paused, looking around. “I think.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m Josef, by the way.”

“Mira. I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I’m afraid to me you’ll always be the boy who couldn’t find my bag.” They shook hands.

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The road to Josef’s chosen hostel skirted an unoccupied dirt soccer field on its right. On their left they passed three ramshackle restaurants, one outfitted with a stand selling woven bracelets. Mira’s eyes roamed everywhere.

“Is this your first big trip?” Josef asked.

“Yeah, I’ve travelled some in Europe and India, but this is my first proper time backpacking. I quit my job a month ago and here I am.”

He eyed her carefully. “Accountant?”

“How dare you!” She glared at him, and then paused. “Investment banker.”

“Ha! Is there really a difference?”

He got smacked in the shoulder again.

“And what about you, Mr. Gritty and Experienced Traveler? What job are you not doing right now? Let me guess…” She looked him up and down with her left eye squinted as they walked. “Motorcycle mechanic? Bank robber? No, I know! You’re a barista at some truly insufferable coffee house!”

“Ummm, thank you?”

“No really, what do you do?”

“Lawyer.”

She laughed.

“Really? That’s worse than accountant!”

“Well… In my defense, I did quit.”

The Hostel Miramar did indeed have an ocean view, if you were willing to climb onto it’s roof and peer over the soccer field and between a few buildings. The girl who greeted them at the front desk had waist-length dreadlocks and grinned at Josef toothily.

“Dorm or private room?”

“Dorm for me,” answered Joseph, looking at Mira.

“Private room,” she said. “Sorry, I’ve had enough stuff stolen today.”

The dread-locked girl handed them each a key.

“The private room is down the hallway, the dorm is upstairs on the right. Breakfast is available in the morning between seven and nine. Here are your sheets, bring them back when you check out.” She slapped down two sets of bedding on the counter.

“Any questions?”

Josef took his sheets. “Just one, where’s the bathroom?”

“There’s one in the dorm room.”

He and Mira paused at the stair well.

“Thanks for your help,” she said.

“No worries. Sorry again about your bag. If you need to borrow anything, just come up and grab me. My underwear probably won’t fit you, but you’re welcome to toothpaste and the like. Also, I’m going to head out to get dinner in a few hours if you want to join me.”

Mira smiled at him. “That would be nice.”

Josef paused at the top of the stairs. From behind the door to his assigned dorm he could hear the beat drop inDie Antwoord’s”I Fink U Freeky.” That did not bode well for his nap. He opened the door. The room had bunk beds flush against the walls to his left and right. A window in the wall in front of him opened onto a balcony that faced the almost-visible Caribbean.

On the bottom bunk to his left two men were huddled together over a book. He raised his hand in a greeting, but neither turned towards him. He recognized the book as a PADI open water diving manual, but what held the attention of the men were the lines of white powder spread out on its cover.

‘Hey fellas, sorry, I think I have the wrong room.” Josef turned around and headed back down the stairs to the front desk.

“Get lost?” the dreadlocked girl asked him, looking up from a magazine.

“Not quite. You don’t happen to have another dorm room, do you? Perhaps a little quieter?”

She nodded in understanding. “There’s one other dorm, but it’s co-ed. Are you ok with that?”

“Sure.”

They swapped keys and she pointed at the stairs again. “This time it’s on your left.”

Josef paused at the door and listened carefully but this time there was only silence on the other side. He eased it open and peeked inside. The room was a mirror of the first dorm with two bunk beds against the walls to each side. Three of the beds were occupied. He slung his backpack down next to the open bed (the lower bunk on his right), and quickly slid into the bathroom. He reentered bebek escort the room in a much calmer state of mind, but his momentary tranquility was jarred when, on turning towards his bunk, he found himself eye-level with a rather remarkable (and very white) ass. Its perfection was only slightly marred by the black thong that disappeared into its folds. After a brief moment of reverence, Josef averted his eyes, slid off his shoes and flopped down onto the lower bunk. Only then did he look at the beds on the other side of the room.

Both occupants had their backs to him, but what he could see was quite revealing. The girl in the top bunk’s black hair cascaded over her shoulders and pooled on the bed near the middle of her back. Her body was long and slim and like her companion in the bunk above Josef, it was only covered by a small thong.

The girl in the bunk directly across from him was short and curvy. Her curly auburn hair seemed to have a life of its own. She slept contorted, like she had fallen from a plane. Her hair swallowed her face, but her legs were splayed and, unlike her friends, she wore no underwear.

Josef blinked and then quickly turned to face the wall. Nap. Right. He was here to sleep. Sleep. It took a little while.

———————

When he woke it took him a few seconds to remember where he was. He opened his eyes half-expecting to see the walls of his bedroom in San Francisco, but the clinging heat suggested otherwise. He sat up and looked around. The light had changed from the flat glare of midday to the curved tones of late afternoon. The beds across from him were empty.

He grabbed his toes and stretched painfully. Perhaps he should have undressed before falling asleep. He felt a certain kinship for a lobster that suddenly realizes the water may be a bit warm. Nothing a shower couldn’t fix. Except, now that he listened, he could hear the sound of the shower through the wall.

Josef lay down to wait. Orange was creeping into the sky by the time the bathroom door opened.

“Hi.”

The auburn-haired girl shrieked in surprise, nearly dropping the towel that was wrapped neatly around her.

“Oh my god! I totally forgot that there was anyone else here. I’d gotten used to it being just the three of us. I’m so sorry for yelling. Where are my manners, I’m Michal.” She stuck out her hand.

Josef smiled at her and shook it. “Josef. My apologies for intruding, but it didn’t really seem like I was going to get much sleep in the other dorm.”

She frowned. “Oh yeah, those two. I’ve met them a couple times. They kind of gave me the creeps.”

“People come to Colombia for a lot of different reasons. I’m pretty sure their reason is white and powdered.”

“Donuts?” She looked at him quizzically for a moment before smiling. “Yeah, you’re probably right. That stuff is so bad for you though. Do you know that it permanently lowers serotonin levels in the brain if you take it regularly? That means that eventually the only way to feel normal is to keep doing the drug. Even if you eventually kick it, the serotonin doesn’t come back, so you’re like permanently depressed.” She paused, “Sorry, I’m a med student, I’m full of fun facts like that.”

Josef laughed. “There are worse character flaws, I suppose. So if it’s not cocaine, what brings you and your friends to Colombia?”

“A guy we know from undergrad is getting married. He’s a big adventurer or whatever, so he and his fiancée decided to get married here. Actually not here, but on the beach in some National Park near here.”

Josef nodded. “Tayrona. It’s supposed to be spectacular, I was planning on heading there at some point myself.”

“The beach sounds nice, but that’s too mellow for our friend so he and some of the guests are going on some crazy trek before the wedding.” Michal shook her head. “Apparently there’s an old, lost city in the jungle near here and you can pay some locals to take you there. It takes a couple days each way and you have to ford some rivers and survive monstrous mosquitos. I guess it’s his version of a psycho bachelor party.”

“That sounds fun,” Josef replied “But I take it from your description that you’re not going?”

“Hell no. I’m about as far out of my comfort zone as I care to go. Plus, I need to study. Irene and Lee are going though. Those are the other two girls in here. We used to be roommates in college.”

“Oh yeah, I think I saw them when I came in.”

“I’ll bet you did.” She smirked at him.

He smiled back at her. “Hey, I didn’t look too closely. But as I remember it, they weren’t the ones without any underwear on.”

She blushed a little. “I hate sleeping with clothes on. Especially when it’s so humid. I hope I didn’t scar you for life or anything.”

“I think I’ll survive somehow. I might need therapy though.”

“Poor baby.”

She walked past him to her bunk. The setting sun painted the rather drab walls of the dorm room in pink and red.

“If you don’t want to add to your therapy bill, you might feriköy escort want to avert your eyes,” Michal told Josef over her shoulder.

Before he could respond, she removed her towel and bent to search through her bag. Josef found himself staring directly at her ass. Her pussy was clearly visible as well. It was covered in a light down of chestnut hair. He saw her looking back at him from between her legs. She smirked again.

He turned away reluctantly. “I’m not sure whether I envy or pity your future patients.”

Just then the door to the room opened.

“Michal! What are you doing?!” The tall, dark-haired girl stood in the doorway staring at them. She was Asian, with high cheekbones and piercing black eyes. Behind her Josef could half-see a smaller blonde girl.

“I’m putting on underwear Irene. It’s not like you haven’t seen me do it before.” Michal pulled a thong out of her bag and stepped into it.

“But you’re doing it right in front of him.”

Michal shrugged. “He already saw us when he came in. Plus, he’s cute and this is the extreme version of ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ We’re in freaking Colombia. Don’t judge me.”

Irene rolled her eyes and stepped into the room. She was wearing blue and grey running pants and a matching top. She waved at curtly at Josef. “I’m Irene. I see you’ve already met Michal.”

Josef nodded.

The girl who followed her into the room looked like she had stepped out of a Vermeer painting. Her skin was almost translucent and her blonde hair framed liquid blue eyes.

“I’m Lee. I’m happy that we’re going to be friends.”

“Umm. Nice to meet you too.” Josef replied.

Irene snorted. “Don’t mind her. She’s like that.”

Josef stood up. “It’s a pleasure to meet all of you. But I should take a shower. I promised to meet a friend for dinner, and I’m filthy. You guys are welcome to join us, of course.” He paused at the door to the shower. “I’ll warn you when I’m about to come out in case you’re changing or whatever.”

“Don’t bother,” answered Irene. “Apparently some of us want you to see them naked and others think they’re destined to be your friend. I’ll just pretend you’re our fourth female roommate.”

———————

Unfortunately, everyone was dressed when Josef emerged wearing board shorts and a semi respectable linen shirt. Irene and Michal had put on dresses.

“We’ll take you up on your dinner offer, if that’s ok.” Michal told Josef.

“Great! An Irish guy in Cartagena told me about a place in town that serves amazing food. Of course, having tasted Irish cooking before, his standards may not be so high. But it’s worth a shot. Let’s just grab my friend from downstairs, and we can be on our way.”

Mira gave Josef a questioning look when she opened her door.

“These are my dorm-mates. Michal, Irene, Lee, meet Mira. We met on the bus. Some jackass stole her bag.”

“Oh that’s terrible!” said Lee sympathetically. “If you need anything, you can come borrow it from us! Underwear, clothes, makeup, whatever.”

“Thank you,” said Mira politely.

–

———————

It turned out the Irishman had excellent taste in food. They ate their dinner on the outdoor patio of a sprawling restaurant that seemed out of place amongst the ramshackle buildings of Taganga. The food was delicious and after three bottles of Malbec and a shot or two of aguardiente, they were all quite drunk.

The restaurant closed a little before eleven and they found themselves on the street.

“Should we go down to the beach?” Josef suggested.

The girls agreed and together they walked down a gravel road scored by runoff from the hills. Most of the food carts that Josef had seen from the bus stop were gone by the time they arrived, though a few remained selling arepas and freshly blended fruit juice. Josef stopped at a small store and bought them a bottle of aguardiente before they wandered out onto the sand.

Taganga sat in a cove. To their right, a long and hilly spit of land stretched out into the water. The moon was out and full, and it traced a silver paint brush trail through the silhouetted fishing boats and dark water in front of them. On the hillside to their left, lights and dance music blared from the open air deck of a club.

Josef found a log and sat down in the middle. Michal quickly took the seat to his immediate right, and Irene sat down beside her. There was a slight pause and then Lee sat to his left with Mira completing the row.

Josef opened the bottle and passed it to his left.

“The semi-official drinking saying in Spanish is ‘Arriba, abajo, al centro, adentro!'” he said, demonstrating the meaning with his hands. “But since we don’t have any shot glasses, we’ll have to settle for ‘Salud!'”

“Have you spent a lot of time down here?” asked Michal.

“More in Central America than in South America. Though some in both.”

“Why?” asked Irene.

“Because it’s fun? Seriously, look at where we are now. We’re staring at moonlight on the Caribbean. Tomorrow I could wake up and decide to go diving, or I could go to Cali and learn Salsa, or to Medellin to snort lines off of Pablo Escobar’s tombstone. Or hell, I could decide I’m bored with Colombia and go to Brazil. It’s an addictive type of rootlessness. And you learn all sorts of things.”

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It was the mid 70’s, I was only twenty years of age and desperate for something exciting to happen. I was in Thailand’s Pang Pot red light area out for a stroll before I went to Vietnam.

“You wanna fuck me?” Taunted the Thai blue satin clad bunny girl leaning seductively on the door frame of her luxurious abode. I struggled to catch my breath as the girl was pure sex, a dream girl, the type you yearned for all those lonely sexually frustrated nights, a girl that was beyond fantasy, platitudinous personified, an erotic time bomb exploding into my senses.

“Well?” She questioned sweetly, provocatively running one sexily manicured hand over the taut perfect curves of her tightly bound breast. She then arched her back and rested her hand on her perfect hips. She smiled sweetly her healthy shiny black hair stealthily spreading over her forehead pinned by her bunny girl ears one of which had tantalisingly fallen over one eye as her other sparked out through her long curving winking eyelashes.

“Why you not wanna fuck me?” She coyly tormented as I stood transfixed before this vision of beauty my eyes down cast as if heavy from aesthetic intoxication, staring at the top of her thighs leading into her stain covered triangle of paradise.

“Er well yes I would love to er, em fuc.. er have you as you say but I really must rush,” I spluttered, looking at an imaginary watch.

“But I fuck you good,” pleaded the starlet, “no one do you better in whole of Bangkok.”

“Yes, yes I’m sure you would, terribly disappointing but I must dash,” I wheezed before slipping away into the bustling night crowd.

“I do you for free,” the bunny girl shouted as I dodged the army of sellers pushing hastily crayoned drink and drug prices into my face, etched on cardboard.

“No thanks,” I shouted lamentably and quickly darted into the haggling mass.

I was trying to be a photo journalist and was on my way to Cambodia via Vietnam. In those days you couldn’t fly direct, you had to stop in Thailand and then apply for a visa at the embassy.

When I told people I was going to Thailand there were a lot of innuendoes. I was so naive I really didn’t know what it was like. I soon found out that if a girl talked to a foreigner she was instantly labeled a prostitute. All pros were protected by a pimp, like the Bunny girl I had just talked too .

Another girl had been watching me, casually dressed in blue jeans and a white blouse. Like most of the girls in Thailand she had long slick healthy hair an exotic face and brown eyes.

“You no like girls?” She chirped, quickly keeping pace with me. I didn’t know if she was teasing me or trying to be funny.

“Where you go?” She asked grabbing my arm.

“My hotel.”

“I come too?”

“No!”

“Oh sorry, me forget, you no like girls!”

She was very insulting in a jokey way and I tried not to rise to the bait.

“You no like girls, you like men,” She giggled.

That was too far even for my fragile ego.

“Hey I do like girls!” I remonstrated.

“Then why you not want to fuck?” She goaded.

“Look I really don’t have the time,”

“But everyone has time to fuck.” She reasoned and she was right. I was scared in truth, out of my depth. I wasn’t a virgin but there again I wouldn’t have said I was experienced and in a country like Thailand experienced mattered more then anything.

“So whats the matter, you cant get it up?”

This time I thought she had gone a little too far. I stopped and turned on her to address her aggressively to her face. “Hey!” I shouted to no avail as she smiled and laughed back at my best hard şişli escort tough guy face.

“Is that it, you have a floppy cock?” She laughed.

“No I don’t!” I snapped back not breaking stride.

“Oh!” She sarcastically slurred, “I bet you a big, big boy who fuck little Thai girl like me real good!” She went on provoking.

“Look go away, my size has nothing to do with you,” I seethed as I dropped my shoulder to rid her of her grip.

“So you have a little pee, pee, Oh poor little boy.” She piercingly laughed once more. A laugh that was getting right under my skin.

“Poor little white boy with a tiny little cock, he not able to fuck!”

She kept on like this until I started to think, ” I’ll fuck you in two if you don’t shut up!”

Thats when she had won. Of course I didn’t know this at the time but she had played me expertly. She was very skilled at playing the male macho against itself and I fell into her trap.

I thought I had called her bluff and invited her back to my room, of course this was what she wanted and I took the bait hook line and sink.

I had invited people to my room before, male and female Thais, drinking, beer, chatting and watching tv.

I welcomed the company but God I was dumb. Sitting in my mini silk bath robe, legs up and my companions pointing out who was gay in the films we were watching. I didn’t twig at all.

This particular girl kept goading me about my masculinity and I bit big time. As I have said I wasn’t very experienced then and everything sexual I had done was in dim light, with little communication, deadly serious and with me in control.

We walked into my cliche international hotel room. I thought, “I’ll show her, just wait until you’re on the end of my cock.” She walked along side me until we were near the bed and then quickly pushed me over.

I went into shock for as soon as I fell on the bed she went for my trousers and had them down to my ankles in a flash. An expert! My reactions tried to stop her but my head was in a tailspin.

“Come on big boy show me cock!” She said laughing the whole time. Yes, she called me ‘big boy’ but with a very big spoonful of sarcasm!

I couldn’t believe it, I was the one who was supposed to do the undressing, I always turned the lights off and what was she laughing at?

I must admit I was frightened but I couldn’t admit to that, “I’m a man!”

Her constant laughing had me perplexed as it made me think this attack was being done in fun and not some malicious attempt to mug me.

I relaxed a lot more when she backed off and started to undress herself, giggling all the way. I lay watching in a trance as she whipped her blouse off and jeans down and stood before me in her white panties and bra.

“Now let me see your cock big boy!” She hissed with a hint of evil intent, diving forward and grabbing the waist band of my pants.

I tried to put up a fight holding up my pants against this sex mad cackling Asian. We tussled over my pants for in truth I was worried at her mocking the size of my penis.

“Show me your cock, show me your cock.” She shouted excitedly as she rocked on the bed holding the waist band of my pants.

She was too loud and the only way to shut her up was to let her have her way. I let go and she ripped down my pants and I closed my eyes waiting for her ridiculing verbal onslaught.

“Oh! Nice cock!” She said again with heaps of sarcasm as she pushed me back on the bed and straddled me. “Oh you fuck me good with that cock,” she laughably swooned as she undid her bra revealing her two small pert boobs.

She lent forward taksim escort as I admired her tits almost afraid to touch them in fear of ridicule. She took my shirt off as she grabbed my cock and wanked it up, her long hair fell over my face. She looked at me and smiled, “You wanna suck my tits?”

I was naked under her, psychically and psychologically, my inexperience was hopelessly on display. What was happening? The lights were still on, I didn’t undress her she undressed me and now instead of me slowly going for her breasts she was shoving them in my face! I nervously groped, caressed and sucked her boobs as she hurriedly slipped her panties off and skewered herself on my cock!

She was like a whirling dervish , she never kept still, she was always at me.

It was in the light and watched in a trance as she groaned and masturbated while stretching herself around my cock. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. In the past everything had been slow, quiet, dark and me in control. Now it was bright, fast, loud and any effort for me to be in control she easily thwarted.

She soon pushed me on my back and bounced on me like a pogo stick. She twisted my nipples hard! Fuck who does that? Pain? No! That wasn’t in the book. I cried out as her quick temp fucking brought me too the boil way too quickly! “Oh no, I’m going to cum,” I cringed. There was no escape she was going to show me up for exactly what I was, an inexperienced little boy. I held onto my sperm for as long as I could, squealing in a concentrated effort. She laughed at my grimaces as she rode me for all she was worth whipping my face with her long hair and twisting my nipples. I exploded into her and my cock pumped my spunk in time to her exaggerated cries.

I soon lay back spent feeling hopelessly inadequate and very embarrassed. I lay back panting for breath waiting for there oncoming verbal onslaught

“You so quick! You virgin?” She giggled as I closed my eyes tight and tried to roll over in shame.

She lay down beside me and playfully kissed me on the cheek. “Its okay to be a virgin.” She squawked.

I felt like pointing out to her that I wasn’t a virgin anymore as she had just fucked me. Virgin and inexperience meant the same thing in that country so I just lay back and relaxed.

I relaxed for ten minutes feeling my penis shrink even smaller, her eyes were closed and I had the sudden urge to retrieve my underpants to save me from more ridicule. I sat up and pushed off from the side of the bed when her hand quickly slid up from behind and grabbed me by the balls. I yelped in pain and grabbed my orbs.

“Where you going?” She demanded, “Me not finished yet! I want more cock!” She! Wasn’t finished with me! What the hell was going on?

She pulled me back and grabbed my cock with her free hand and wanked me erect as I obediently kept still like her little sex toy while she had me by the balls.

It was hard to take, my male ego flatlined, I kept thinking, “I’ll show you!” As soon as she let me go I turned on her and pinned her down and with a snarl I hissed “I’ll show you!”

“Oh big western macho man gonna give poor little Tai girl a lesson!”

She lightly teased from beneath me. It burst my bubble immediately, I couldn’t win and I started to laugh.

I slipped into her and tried to make an impression by fucking her hard, really slamming into her but she just sighed and groaned taking each pounding with ease. In the end I just thought I’d enjoy myself and rogered her quickly. “Oh! You a fit boy, fuck long hard and fast,” she said wrapping her arms around my neck and legs around my buttocks.

I beşiktaş escort was soon straining at the lease, thumping away deep into her as my throat gave out strangling noises in my fight to keep my cum in my balls. “You going to cum for me like a good little boy?” She teased again. I gasped in exasperation, she wouldn’t stop talking and I found it off putting as I blew my load.

I pumped and pumped and pumped to a slow stand still, laying prostrate and drained on her sacrificial alter. She giggled again and patted me on the back. “You a good boy, you fuck this little Thai girl good!” She sarcastically laughed.

I rolled offer her exhausted and capitulated. She had beaten me and in a confused way I somehow enjoyed it.

I was beat and longed for sleep but it seemed my Asian girl still wanted to play. “Lets examine your cock!” She said with glee.

I groaned in submission too exhausted to fight her and gave into her wishes. “Oh such a nice cock,” she complimented truthfully, which made me suspicious. “Let me see your bottom.” With that she flipped me over and then clamped herself around my waist her head looking towards my feet.

I felt her rub and spread my buttocks feeling a bit confused as I buried my still gasping mouth into my pillow.

Out of the blue she said, “How you like it gay boy?”

Before I deciphered what she meant she laughed and inserted a finger

deep up my ass! My body jolted as if it had been hit by an electric shock and went stiff. “Get out!” I loudly protested and wriggled my ass to dislodge her!

“Whats the matter, you scared you like it gay boy?” She laughed as I bounced my body trying to get her out of my ass. I bounced and wriggled like crazy but she clung onto me tightly while forcing her finger right up me.

“You like it don’t you big boy! Admit it!”

“No I don’t!” I hotly disputed as I managed to draw my knees up and move around the bed.

Still her finger was hard up me and I jolted up and down around the bed like some perverted rodeo.

I tried to roll over as I desperately wanted her out of my ass. I was young and had never been touched there. Its what gay people did!

“You like, you like!” She laughed. She had a point, maybe I did.

She was sexy and broke so many conventions I took as read. I hadn’t even read about a girl doing this, finger fucking my ass as I bounced around the bed trying to get her out!

I fought on but Its impossible to keep that level of anger up while psychically trying to shake someone off. I ended up in a fit of hysterical laughter and collapsed on the bed exhusted.

She laughed and introduced another finger up my ass and finger fucked me. Suddenly I felt a need to cum and yet I was flaccid. What the hell was going on? I went up on my knees as she worked me and felt a long stream of my semen flow from my cock. “Oh you like!” She giggled as she grabbed my cock and rapidly wanked me up again making me ejaculate again a second time with-in seconds. I fell to the bed, milked of all semen, drained of all energy and dying for sleep.

“Oh you do lots of spunk!” She hailed triumphantly. I was her lamb to the slaughter and as I drifted into sleep I tried to say, “please get your fingers out of my ass.”

When I woke up she was gone, she broke so many conventions I took as read. I swear I didn’t sleep for two days after as I was in real shock. She had preformed a Copernicus inversion on me and threw everything into confusion. Everything was new, the pain was new, the insults were new, the lighting, the laughter and my confusion. It sounded if I was abused but I wasn’t, there was some perverse enjoyment going on that I couldn’t comprehend.

Ten years later I revisited that hotel In Bangkok. In my dreams I would find her and thank her for teaching me so many things, most of all to enjoy sex and not take it so seriously. To this day I owe her so much and hope that she got the man of her dreams and had a wonderful future.

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Preface

For some time now, I have had it in mind to put together a sort of compilation of my stories. Not the entire body of work, of course, but a kind of smorgasbord, to titillate both new readers and old into delving back into the main stories at their leisure. To my knowledge this has not been done by any other writers of erotica thus far. Each Chapter or Part sustains itself. One may stop and/or start at any point one chooses to.

I wish happy reading to one and all.

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Author’s Note:The only thanks we get are your comments and e-mails. Please let us know how you like these stories. What’s good, and what’s not so good. Thank you.

Part 1

“I met this girl, her name is Shelly,” Sullivan said as if testing me to see if I’d mock him somehow. This was not the overly confident Sully I knew so well.

“Do tell,” I said.

This was a first; he’d never dropped a girl’s name quite like this before. It was always something along the lines of describing the pickup, the seduction, (in great detail, I should add) and any humorous antidote resulting from their relationship. So it sounded serious.

“Yeah,” he glanced down at his feet, pawed the ground like a bull getting ready to charge. “Thing is, we’re serious. Met my folks and all that shit, ya know?”

This was serious.

I shook his hand. “Do I get to meet her too? I mean, this is great news Sully.”

“Umm, yeah, thanks.” He said with a furrowed brow. “Meeting you like this is good.”

“Always good to see you too,” I said, just marking time in the conversation.

“Gonna get married in four months,” he said as softly as I’d ever heard him say anything.

“Well, hell! Sully, congratulations! When do I get to meet this lucky girl?”

“Would you . . . I mean I know its last minute and all . . . but would you be my best man?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said immediately. “It would be an honor. When, where and whatever details do I need?”

Sully smiled, and relaxed obviously relived at my acceptance. We wandered into a bar and had a couple beers and all the while Sully seemed to be somewhere else.

“Hey, Sully!” I called out, as I nudged him. He looked at me, but was silent for a moment. Then he seemed to make up his mind and looked me right in the eye and said, “I want you to do me a favor.”

“I just did, I’m your best man remember?”

“No, not that. This is something else. I . . . think you’ll like it . . . I mean I don’t think you’re gonna say no, but it’s an unusual favor.”

“So . . .?”

“It’s about Shelly. I mean, you don’t know anything about her and all . . .”

“Like I said. So?”

“Let’s get another beer first huh?”

Actually, we had two more beers before he broke the silence.

“We’ve known each other forever, right?”

“Forever, yeah.”

“What I’m gonna ask . . . whether you say yes or no . . . it stays between us, right? I mean, you ain’t gonna blab this around after you have a couple beers some night, okay?”

“Our secret Sully, now what the fuck is it?

He exhaled, then took a deep breath, “Okay, Shelly’s birthday is coming up, next Saturday. I mean this Saturday.” He was as nervous as I’d ever seen him.

“We been talking, ya know? About life and the future, shit like that.”

“Sully, get to the fucking point!”

He swallowed his beer and motioned for another. After the bartender wiped the foam from the top of his glass he managed to get it out.

“We’ve talked about fantasies. Sexual fantasies, ya know?” I nodded. He had my complete attention.

“Shelly . . . she . . . told me hers.”

“Yeah, so?”

“She, err, fantasizes having two guys sticking to her at the same time.”

“You mean one up her ass and one in her snatch?”

“Umm, I’m not sure about that, but for sure sucking one cock while getting poked by the other.”

I smiled at him and he wiped his brow. New beads of sweat replaced the one’s he had wiped away.

I couldn’t believe my luck. I knew Sully. He was serious.

“You can count on me, Sully.”

I had a raging hardon already.

“Are you sure she’s for this?”

He gave me that confident smile of his, and I knew it was.

Later that night, I boffed my girl, Mandy four times before she begged off, claiming she was “sore down there.” I wound up whacking off once on my own just to cool down.

*****

So Saturday evening finally arrived. I made sure I was freshly showered and shaved, and when I rang the doorbell I had a bouquet of roses on my arm. My heart was pounding, I could hear my pulse was racing in my ears; my other hand was shielding an erection when Shelly opened the door.

“James?”

“In person,” I was looking at a strikingly beautiful face. “I’m glad to make your acquaintance, Shelly.”

“My, so formal,” she said with a smile, and I knew she was teasing me.

Extending the flowers, I blurted out, “For you. Happy Birthday!”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” she said in a warm pleasant tone, and hugged me tight, managing to protect the roses at kartal escort bayan the same time. I felt my boner pressing against her thigh. I recall blushing in embarrassment at the contact, which was brief. I caught her glancing down and checking me out.

“I’ve been dying to meet you. Jack has told me so much about you. It seems we’ve known each other forever,” she said leading me into the apartment.

I took Shelly in. She was dressed in a dark blue blouse buttoned to her chin and as she turned to place the roses in a vase, I noted her flatchested profile. I was stunned. Shelly had no tits at all!

But a second later, found myself admiring her tight, mini-skirted ass. It was a classic ass, jutting out defiantly, with fabulous legs to go along with it. Her blonde hair was kind of piled up on her head and held in place with some type comb and the style suited her very well. Shelly’s complexion was cover girl smooth. She was a truly beautiful girl.

She showed me around the apartment. It was tiny, with a living room that barely fit a couch, chair, and TV, a kitchen where two people couldn’t work at the same time, and a dining room with four chairs and little more than a card table for eating. But it had a definite feminine flavor and I found it appealing.

She led the way into the living room; Jack ? I mean Sully ? had just entered the room. He smelled of lavender.

“Hey James, great to see ya,” he said thumping me on the back. “Have a seat,” he gestured toward the couch. “Wanna brew?”

“Sure.”

“James brought me roses, Jack.”

He appeared not to hear her as he rummaged in the refrigerator.

“Let’s see,” he said, “we got Bud, Foster’s and Molson Ale.”

“Foster’s is fine,” I replied, settling down into the soft cushions. Turning back to Shelly I said, “This is a lovely apartment you have here.”

“Thank you,” she said, obviously pleased. She sat down next to me, her mini-skirt rode up and I got a glimpse of her upper thigh. Sully handed me my beer, gave Shelly a Rum and Coke, and then went back for his beer before joining Shelly and me on the couch.

I drank deeply, and waited.

Silence.

We were all nervous about why I was there, and it showed.

“So how did you guy’s meet?” I asked breaking the silence.

Shelly jumped at the opportunity. “I was a waitress in this coffee shop in Philly, when this loud, boorish drunk wandered in.” She tittered at this. I smiled. It was easy to picture the scene.

“Oh, come on Shelly, I wasn’t boorish,” Sully said defensively, but he was loosening up and took a long swig of his beer.

We laughed at his discomfort.

“Well, you were drunk, and you embarrassed me.”

“True enough,” he said, obviously pleased with this description.

She turned to me, “I should tell you that he came by the next afternoon just as I was starting my shift and apologized.”

“I was smitten,” Sully said. He was serious.

“Smitten?” I drained the beer and Sully took it from me, and went for a refill.

“The following afternoon we had our first date,” she said looking fondly after him.

“It took me three dates before I got her pants down,” he blurted out, as returned and handed me a beer.

“Jack!” Shelly shrieked, and reaching across my chest, slapped him on the shoulder.

A love tap, I thought. My erection was very apparent and I couldn’t hide it.

“Look at him,” Sully said, gleefully pointing, “He’s got a boner!”

“Christ,” I said mortified. I’d forgotten what I was there for. I noticed the stain then, slowly spreading along my fly. I was leaking.

Sully tried to rescue me. “Jimbo,” he said, using a nickname I revile. “Did you notice what nice legs Shelly has?” His hand was calming stroking her thigh.

My dick got harder still. Shelly kept glancing down at the slowly growing stain.

“You should take it out.” She said at last, and I know I turned ten shades of red.

“Go on,” Sully said joining her, “As long as it’s not bigger than mine.”

He laughed raucously at this perceived witticism. Long ago we had measured our dick’s one drunken night, so he knew all about my package.

“It’s okay James,” Shelly said, breathing a little heavily. “This jerk told me about my birthday present last night.”

“It . . . it’s all right with you?” I was flustered, no doubt about it.

“Umm, I’m looking forward to, um, shall we say, my birthday present. Now, may I open the package?”

Sully laughed hard, then chugged his beer down and burped. “What a girl,” he said.

“Slob,” she retaliated, frowning at him. Then she started into my eyes and said, “James? May I?”

“Be my guest,” I managed to croak, not believing the situation.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Shelly’s fingers slid my zipper down, careful not to catch my dick in the treads of the zipper, like in that funny movie,Something About Mary. Using her fingers like a tweezers, she edged it out, and clasped it in her hand.

“Look, Jack. He’s got maltepe escort bayan a nice thick cock,” she said matter-of-factly.

I concluded they were both crazy. For that matter, so was I for being there with them!

Shelly was staring at my dick, and then she looked me in the eye and asked, “Do you mind?” It was more a purr than verbalization. I nodded, and her head dipped. I knew where her lips were headed.

Sully rose up and pulled his shirt off, then rid himself of his slacks, shoes and socks.

I just gave in to her as she moved her head further down, until it was lying on my stomach. She stayed there for several moments, staring at my blood-gorged dick; I watched her hand idly stroking it. Then she drifted down and gave me a tentative lick. I went rigid.

“Easy,” she whispered, licking me again. Then she kissed it, lovingly.

“He is bigger than you Jack. Both ways.”

“The fuck you say!” he exclaimed and leaned in for a closer look, holding himself in his right hand.

“Umm,” she said, slurping along the tip of my cock. “I got some of his precum already. “Ummm, tastes a little different than yours. Maybe saltier, but I’m not sure.” Shelly enveloped three full inches into her mouth and groaned in satisfaction. I groaned too.

Remembering my manners, I said, “Listen, if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”

There was a popping sound as she released me from where I’d been poking her cheek.

Her brow furrowed pensively. “What ever gave you that idea?” she asked, “Don’t you like me?”

“No, no!” I said, “I mean, you’re nice looking, and I like you, but . . .”

Sully moved closer, he was choking his chicken. It looked about done.

“It’s my tits, ain’t it?”

“No, no. Tits are tits. I don’t care, big, small . . . whatever.”

She looked at my dick and saw it was still hard and firm, and gave it a tentative suck, her eyes fixed on mine.

“Show ’em Hon,” Sully said, goading her. Show him your pussy too.”

“Yeah,” she said, somewhat perplexed. “Maybe my being dressed bothers him,” and she got up and quickly undressed. Then she stood over me; her chest was almost as flat as mine. Her hands pulled on her nipples until they were hard and taut. Her eyes were closed. Sully knelt at her feet and pried her legs apart and kissed her pussy. I got rid of the rest of my clothing, and sat down and watched them.

“Umm, I like that,” she sighed.

“Get down on the couch, Hon,” Sully said gently. “Suck his cock. He wants you too.”

Shelly looked at me through half lidded eyes as Sully’s tongue busily lapped at her. Her knees folded slowly, like a ladder being put away, Sully rolled in behind her and continued eating her as she renewed her blowjob.

Shelly demonstrated great enthusiasm for sex. I found her to be a great kisser, one of the best I’ve ever known. Her tongue traced along my lower lip first, then my upper before sliding into my starving mouth. Our tongues fluttered against each other as her hand slid down my chest, and across my stomach. Her fingers scratched lightly at my pubic hair, then slid around my dick to cup my balls. She squeezed them gently, then slid her hand up to my knobby head and wrapped her fingers firmly around me. Tantalizingly, it glided up and down my glistening length, pumping me slowly as we continued our kiss.

It seemed like forever, but Shelly finally broke our kiss; her finger playfully toyed with the head of my cock as she captured a drop of precum and brought it to my lips. I tasted me, and smiling at her, pinched her nipple. She kissed my chest, and then bit each of my nipples in turn.

“You do like me, don’t you?” she inquired with a pensive expression.

I strove to convince her I wanted her, but I guess my choice of words lacked conviction. I said something like: “You bet I like you. You give great head, Shelly.”

Fortunately for me, Sully was munching away below me.

Distracted, Shelly moaned, “Yes, Lover. Find the spot, Lover, yeah . . . that’s it, find the . . .”

A violent shudder shook her entire body. For a second I thought she was having a seizure, but her pleasure was obvious, even to me. I realized she was coming hard from Sully’s skillful mouth and tongue.

“Are you okay Shelly?” I asked as the tremors slowed.

“Ohhhh, yeah,” she purred. “I’m feeling fine . . .” Her hand was wound in Sully’s hair. “Baby, that was terrific,” she hummed.

“How’s our friend?” he asked.

“Honey, I just got there. We have plenty of time, don’t we?”

“Jimbo?” Sully asked, not sure how I felt about matters.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Umm, I think this present is going to be my best ever,” she giggled, the followed with, “James, would you like me to finish that blowjob, or would you rather fuck me while I blow Jack?”

Stunned by this conversation, I managed to say, “I think a lady should finish what she starts.”

“Oh!” She squealed delightedly, I think love you!” She kissed me, and pendik escort bayan then kissed Sully. “And I love you too, you big lug, thank you for my present. I love it!

“Now let’s see, if I get on the couch like this, and James lies back there, yes, like that . . . I think doggy-style would work. Jack, what do you think?”

“Good,” he said preparing to mount her from behind.

“Ain’t anybody gonna ask me what I think?” I said feigning being left out.

“So do you want her to suck your dick or what?” Sully said, and only semi-hard, he prepared to enter Shelly from behind.

“Suck my cock, Baby! I shouted, lifting one leg along the top of the couch.

Shelly’s hand grasped the base of my dick and brought it to her greedy mouth, paused and said, “I didn’t like giving head before I met Jack. Now I love it,” and plunged down on my shaft.

I reveled in the sensation of her hummingbird?like tongue fluttering over the head of my dick and moaned with gratitude.

Sully, already pounding furiously against Shelly’s rear end, crowed, “Yeah, he’s with the program.”

I could hear his balls slapping her ass, felt her arm wriggling downward between our stomachs, and realized Shelly was going to finger herself.

I groaned, “He taught you good baby!” as her mouth closed down on the tip of my cock and sucked enthusiastically, never taking more than four inches into her small mouth. I felt overwhelmed by the heat of her tongue gliding round and round my dick. I arched my back and started to buck.

To my surprise, she took me from her mouth and shouted happily, “He’s gonna cum Jack!”

Then she kissed the tip once more before sliding her lips over the head and devouring me. I used one hand to push her head down upon me; the other caressed her shoulder. We were all rocking from Sully’s relentless fucking. The sweat flew from his hair, landing on Shelly’s back and my chest and face.

Shelly was making these small circles around my dick-head, bobbing slowly up and down my shaft. My balls tightened and I knew I was about to blow tubes.

“Shelly, I . . .”

She stopped moving, looked up at me, her eyes shining with lust.

“I know, baby,” she cooed, and then she flicked the head with her tongue two times and I erupted. She pounced on my dick again, her cheeks deep hollows as she sucked voraciously.

Moments later she was bobbing rapidly, tongue flapping madly. I didn’t stand a chance. I came in thick, copious spurts. My fingers twined in her hair, holding her there in place while I groaned and thrashed at my release. The sound of her gulping, and then swallowing my load was deafening to my ears. Throughout it all we never broke eye contact.

I collapsed and rolled out from under her, off the couch and onto the floor, content for the moment to concentrate on Shelly’s face; her lovely lust ridden face. She rested her head on her arms, hunched her ass a little higher to enable Sully to garner deeper penetration of her gleaming gash, now visible to me for brief instants.

Shelly peeked back under herself to see what was happening. I imagined what she must be feeling as I saw Sully’s huge balls swing back and forth as he pummeled her. It must have been good, for she was grunting each time he hammered it in, and she made this tiny “Eeek,” sound as if she was losing something beautiful each time he pulled back.

Sully was definitely enjoying himself, and kept calling to her, asking if she was coming yet; asking if he was her big man. To each of his licentious questions, she gave the same response.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

Then she began to babble as her orgasm neared, “Two cocks! Oh, God yes! Two long, hot cocks . . .”

“Come here Jimbo,” Sully commanded. I got up and approached him.

He slowed his fucking dramatically and Shelly began to whine.

“Fuck you Shelly,” he growled, then spread her ass cheeks. “Wet a finger or two in her snatch and stick them up her ass.”

Shelly cried out despairingly. “No! Sully you promised!”

I did as he asked and ignored her complaint. I pressed a finger into her tight asshole and realized Shelly was playing with herself even as Sully resumed his fucking. I marveled at the jiggling of her ass cheeks, another Kodak moment ? and tried unsuccessfully to insert a second finger. My index finger was in a vise-like grip, nothing else was going in there for now. Shelly started crying and gasping for breath. I heard a squishy noise and realized it was the sound of his still thrusting penis, pounding in and out of her.

Suddenly, Shelly was screaming, “Come on, lover… fuck the shit out of me!”

And even as she yelled, Sully began laughing, yelling back at her, “No one’s fucking your ass, I’m up your hole, bitch!”

“Fuck. Fuck . . . Fuck!” she continued, then glanced at me and lewdly giggled, “It’s your fuck-buddy that’s up my ass, you son of a bitch! Come on now, get me off!”

She must have seemed like quicksand to Sully, surrounding him as he used his last energies to help them both come together.

Then Shelly was bucking against him, struggling to breathe through her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she labored to get enough air. Sully increased his tempo, grunting and groaning as he jabbed in and out of her.

Evidently Shelly hadn’t been fucked like this in a long, long time. She threw her head back and wailed her neck muscles taunt and corded.

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As the side of her face pressed firmly against the wall, his cock pressed relentlessly against her ass. Jackson was relentless as he lifted up her skirt and began massaging her clit through her panties. Kat’s response was swift as she started moaning uncontrollably; she grabbed his fingers and slid them frantically into her panties. The warmness of her clit made him want to explode all over her, but no, not yet.

Releasing his hand from her core, he suddenly spins her around pelting her on the bed. Kat lifted her shirt over her head hastily and pulled her bra down just below her breast. A vision of succulent perfection, her breast wavered as she positioned herself on the edge of the bed. Jackson dropped his pants kicking them into a corner as he made his way over to the side of the bed.

Kat couldn’t help fixating on his cock as it stood towering before her. All she could think of was the taste of him in her mouth as she wrapped her hands around his massive erection. Kat had massaged the tip of Jackson’s cock playfully with her lips before she took him into her mouth completely. Gently guiding her head back and forth with his hands, he was close to the edge yet again as he pulled his cock from her mouth.

Edging her way back on the bed, she parted her legs and held her arms out to him. As Jackson laid on top of her, he pushed his tongue into her mouth as his body began to take over. Without hesitation, Jackson pushed his cock deep inside her, each thrust more powerful inching her closer to orgasm.

The sound of his body colliding with hers rang out throughout the room, but neither of them wanted to stop. Kat’s knees tightened around him as she began to come, clenching her body around his. As she screamed out in a fury of unwavering passion, Jackson grabbed her hips rocking her back and forth steadily as he began spilling his essence inside her.

Silence filled the room as they laid there naked, unsure about what comes next. All good things must come to an end Kat thought, and this was no different. Although she had only just met Jackson, she thought highly of him. It had only been a few days since she started her new job, and the pressure was getting to her.

Being a female in a male-dominated field was hard enough, but working for the Bureau was something she always wanted. Jackson was new to the job too, but he had much more experience in the field than her. Her attraction to Jackson was immediate as she walked into the break room. As he stirred his coffee, she couldn’t help but notice his huge arms and how his pants showed just enough of a bulge that you knew you were in for something good.

“Hey, you’re the new girl right?”

“Yep, that would be me.”

“The names Jackson, pleased to meet you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Kat, that’s my name.”

Kat marveled at the emerald tones of his eyes; she had never seen such a shade of green before. As she shook his hand, she could feel her nipples responding viciously in her bra.

“I don’t know if Brad spoke with you already or not but I’ll be your mentor so to speak, and will be updating you on what we have in the case so far.”

“Well, thanks for the info Jackson, and it was nice meeting you also.”

Kat jetted off to the bathroom right after Jackson left the break room; it was like her body flew into auto-pilot, and she couldn’t stop it. Checking to see if anyone was there, she went into the stall and leaned up against the wall as she shut the door. Undoing her pants button and damn near ripping her zipper, she licked the tip of her two fingers and parted the lips of her core.

Her clit was wet and warm, aching to be stroked. She couldn’t believe that she was getting off in the bathroom on the job, but she didn’t care, plus she liked the naughtiness of it all. Massaging her clit in a circular motion didn’t last long before she came…..hard. Biting her bottom lip was all she could do beykent escort bayan to contain the slow whimpering tones coming from her mouth.

As her knees turned to jelly, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat and buried her face in her hands as she began to regain her composure. “This has to stop,” she thought, “I have to control my urges.” Controlling her urges was something that Kat seemed to struggle with continuously. The fact that she wasn’t the “average” female was enough for her to do her best at being as normal as possible.

Although she knew she was different, fitting in with the other girls back when she was in school was important. Her mother always told her “look like them, act like them, be “them.” Pretending became her best asset, and her secret was a well-kept one.

Kat’s work day seemed endless as she went from meeting to meeting, but she loved looking at him. Tall dark and handsome was an understatement when it came to Jackson, and every so often he would look over and catch her staring at him. The end of the day finally arrived, and Kat rushed to gather her things.

“So, I see your still breathing,” Jackson said as he walked by her cubicle.

“Yeah, she chuckled, I was the first one here, and I’m the last to leave, well “we” are.”

“You did great for the first day Kat, I think you’ll fit in just fine around here.” “Hey, a few of us are meeting up at the pub around the corner, you should come?”

“Um, I don’t think that’s such a good idea, I don’t want to intrude.” The fact of the matter wasn’t the intruding part, it was that she would rather have him all to herself.

“One drink, I promise not to bore you with office bullshit.”

“Okay, but just one, any more than that and we’ll all be in trouble.”

Jackson smiled as they left the office building together. As he held the door of the Pub open for her, he watched her walk in from behind, and he was enjoying the view. Her ginger hair flowed freely down the middle of her back, and the smell of strawberry shampoo lingered under his nose. He knew she’d been staring at him at work, and it made him hard.

During his lunch hour that day he watched her warming her food in the microwave, he was so hard that he didn’t move from the table until after everyone else had left. Jackson thought about what it would be like to come inside her, how she’d moan as intense pleasure overtook her body. Maybe he wouldn’t come inside her at first, maybe he would work his cock himself as he came all over her breast while she massaged them. Sighing, he thought Kat was beautiful, but he would never cross the line with a co-worker, those things always ended in disaster…right?

“Hey you?” Kat said as she waved her hand in front of Jackson’s face. “Where’d your mind jet off to?”

Suddenly snapping out of his daydream, he looked at her as he guzzled his third beer, and that’s not counting all of the tequila shots he had. All of the other co-workers had left, or had they even came? It had just been the two of them as far as he was concerned, and they both had way more than one drink. As the night wore on, Kat knew what would happen if she weren’t careful, and she knew she should be leaving.

The huge flat screens in the pub played loudly as the bar patrons fixated on the Basketball game, but Kat and Jackson sat silently staring at each other as the mood changed from funny to serious. Jackson took Kat’s hand suddenly and placed it on his pants. The feel of his hard cock sent waves of heat down into her core. She didn’t dare move her hand away; she began moving her hand back and forth graciously as he started to squirm.

Without hesitation, he unbuttoned his pants while glaring around the pub to make sure no one was looking. It was so dimly lit in that corner booth that the chances of someone seeing them would be next to none. incirli escort bayan As he dug his hands into his pants pulling his cock out; Kat was astounded as the length of it went just past the table top.

Kat’s mouth watered with delight at the sight of Jackson’s cock; she wanted him, and he knew it. Kat slid over further into the booth and dropped her head down and began sucking his cock intensely as he closed his eyes. On the verge of coming, Jackson began pushing Kat’s head down taking him deeper into her mouth. Kat could feel the warm burst of fluid in her mouth as he came; she reached up and edged her way up close to him.

“Let’s go,” she said as he sat there breathless.

“Where?”

“My place,” Kat replied as she hailed a taxi. Kat could hardly contain herself as they made their way up the hallway, kissing and groping each other as they made their way up to the bedroom.

“Where the hell are we?” Jackson was unfamiliar with the area, and he’d thought he’d been everywhere in New York.

“Don’t worry about that,” Kat replied as she ripped his shirt open. Kat bent over as her naked silhouette glistened in the moonlight coming through the window.

Placing his hand on her hips, he entered her core from behind pounding her pussy hard as he held on to her tightly. Fucking her felt so good, it was like nothing he’d experienced before with other women. It was almost as if her pussy had an elite vacuuming system designed to suck the life out of anything it latched on to. Feeling as if his knees were going to buckle, he tried to release his cock a bit so that he wouldn’t come, he needed more of her, and he didn’t want to stop.

Kat’s moan was more than enough to keep him going if he could fuck her forever it wouldn’t suffice. As Kat cried for more, she felt the uncontrollable urge of what she was hiding, and this time she wouldn’t be able to control it. As Jackson continued fucking her mercilessly, her moans became more intense, almost sinister. Jackson started to slow down as her tone of voice changed, even the feel of her skin suddenly seemed off. Jackson tried to release his cock from her pussy, but it was like he was glued in.

Kat, what’s happening? I can’t……..Fuck!

Kat never answered as Jackson struggled to get loose; her moans grew louder as her pussy swelled with the warm rushes of Jackson’s cum. Jackson’s knees dropped, and they both fell to the floor. After coming more than once, Jackson was finally able to release himself from her pussy, but she wouldn’t look at him. She turned her body away from him and began sobbing inconsolably. Although it was bit difficult for him to move as his body was still beaming from one hell of an orgasm, he sat up, confused.

“Please go.”

“What? No, what’s wrong?” “What the hell just happened?” “What the hell is going on with your skin?”

Still unable to look at him, Kat curled up into a fetal position on the floor. Kneeling over her, Jackson turned her towards him as she covered her eyes with her hands. “Pulling her hands away from her face, Jackson was startled when he saw her eyes. Her eyes weren’t brown anymore; they were red, bloodshot red.

“Holy shit, what the hell happened to your god damn eyes?” “Your skin is…..what the fuck is this?” “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m getting the fuck outta here!”

“Wait, I can explain Jackson, just let me, please?” “I thought I could control it, but it’s been hard lately.”

“What exactly are you try to control Kat?” Jackson backed slowly into the corner as Kat turned around completely. “Inching his way towards the bedroom door, Jackson couldn’t believe his eyes. Her body was covered with what seemed to be scales of some sort. Her eyes were so red that he couldn’t stare directly at them.

“Sometimes when I get aroused, my body has a reaction and it’s not pretty.”

“What zeytinburnu escort bayan are you? I don’t know any humans capable of…..this.”

“Mating is challenging for us, humans can’t keep up, and there aren’t many males left of our kind.”

“Your kind? And what do you mean by “us.”

“I’m a “Bavanshee, and yes, there are more of us.”

“Ba-what?”

“We are Sex Demon’s; we gain power from being aroused and having intercourse.” “Many of us drink blood from our male suitors also, I do not.” “I was cast out by my people for refusing to drink blood; I just don’t agree with that part.”

“Holy fuck… Blood?”

“Don’t worry Jackson, I’m not going to hurt you.” “Since I don’t drink blood, I must rely wholly on arousal and intercourse to gain strength, without it I will die.” “Most days I can control it, but when too much time has passed without orgasm, my body begins to give in to the urges.”

Although Jackson was still terrified, he didn’t leave; something made him stay.

“When my pussy attaches to your cock, I can’t let go until my body has filled with your cum, it’s like fuel for me.” “When I suck you off, it’s not just pleasure for me, its life.” “I wanted you to cum in my mouth back at the Pub; that warm rush down the back of my throat illuminated my body.”

Kat’s face is starting to look healthy again as she continued to explain her situation to Jackson. As her eyes turned back to a beautiful chestnut brown, her skin was once again like porcelain.

“My transformation is usually brief; my body goes back to normal soon after reaching an orgasm.”

Jackson no longer felt fear; intrigued consumed him; he wanted to know more about her. Jackson sat in the chair as he listened to her speak, his cock hardening once again. Sensing his arousal, Kat could feel her clit beginning to pound between her thighs. She couldn’t help but to touch herself, and she didn’t care that he watched. Laying back down on the floor, Kat parted her legs and massaged her clit deliciously as Jackson looked on.

Reaching down into his boxers, he didn’t hesitate pulling his cock out; he wanted her to see how much he still wanted her. Jackson palmed himself fixating his eyes on her fingers as they worked her clit salaciously. Suddenly pelting himself from the chair, he kneeled on the floor taking her hand away from her core. His mouth overtook her clit as she arched her back moaning loudly. Licking and sucking her core until she came, Jackson lifted his head watching her body beginning to calm.

Jackson’s cock was still hard as she slid his body up hers nesting himself comfortably between her legs. Taking him into her hands, she guided his cock into her pussy as her body lit up again. Jackson didn’t care about what could happen once he came inside her, Kat’s pussy engulfed his cock like nothing he’d ever had before, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

The wetness of her pussy set his body on fire, as his cock surged, filling her graciously with creamy delight. Gasping to catch his breath, his body collapsed as he pressed his lips gently against hers. Kat’s eyes had changed into a sea of red again, but Jackson didn’t care, nor did her care about the sudden change in her skin when she came. Jackson looked on curiously as Kat struggled to regain control of her breathing.

“I know, I’m hideous, you don’t have to look at me.”

“Okay, enough of the pity party Kat, you’re different, that we have established.” “Being different don’t make you a horrible person, it just makes you different.”

“Don’t fucking patronize me Jackson, I’m a freak, an inhuman monster, don’t pretend you’re okay with it.” “Look, you should probably go, I know you won’t ever speak to me again, but it’s understandable.”

“Nonsense, I’m not going anywhere…at least not until I can regain full use of my legs again”.

“Chuckling” Seriously? You want to stay?”

“Look lady, you drained my balls down to the very last drop, the very least you could do is make me breakfast in the morning, I take my coffee black.” “Now get your ass over here, I think my balls are starting to refill again, we can’t have that now can we?” They both laughed hysterically as she jumped into bed with him pulling the covers up over their heads.

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Sandy first appeared in two earlier stories, The Young Wife and the Rough Neighbor, part 1 and 2. They appeared in the Loving Wives category. I was encouraged by some readers to write more from Sandy’s point of view, so this story picks up after Young Wife and The Rough Neighbor part 2 ends. Since Sandy is no longer a Loving Wife, her stories will continue in the Erotic Couplings category.

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After Bill and I moved into our new place, we tried to save our marriage. We went to counseling, both together and separately. It helped me a lot, and gave me hope that we might be able to work through the mess I’d caused. But in the end, it was too much for Bill, and after 18 months of marriage, he divorced me, and took a job on the West coast. I never saw him again. I got a small settlement, and decided to use it to go back to college, and get a degree. I thought a career in Business was the way I wanted to go, so I went through the process of transferring my junior college classes to a local university, enrolling for the fall semester, finding a cheap apartment, and lining up a part-time job. I also was able to get some financial aid. I signed up for classes, not really understanding the course descriptions, and by mistake enrolled in an advanced economics class. Someone should have caught that I didn’t have the background classes for that course, but as I was to find out, things at this school weren’t on the up and up.

My other three classes were fine, I found I was prepared and could handle them. But the econ class was a nightmare. I struggled to understand the basic vocabulary, much less any concepts, and after 2 weeks realized I was in over my head. I didn’t know what to do, except to plug away and see if I could get through it. The first test came around, and I flunked, real bad. Shit, now what? The next time the class met, the professor announced that anyone needing extra help could see him during office hours. I decided to I had to do something, so I made the appointment to see him. It was the next day, later in the afternoon, when I walked in his office. The secretary had gone, so I walked to his door and knocked. He opened the door, and waved me inside.

The professor was a dweeby looking guy, skinny and around 5-9, with a balding head and a big nose. His eyes kind of creeped me out, he’d stare at you and look right through you. But, if he could help me, I wasn’t going to let that get to me, so I smiled at him and sat down in a chair next to his desk. he sat down also, and stared at me, looking me up and down, lingering on my big boobs straining against my shirt. I’d put on some weight, and had gone up a cup size, but didn’t have the money for new clothes, so I looked more than busty than ever. I got uncomfortable with him ogling me, and squirmed around on the chair.

“Miss Green, what can I help you with today?” he said, still staring at my tits.

“I need some help understanding your econ class. I’m really lost.”

He opened a file, and looked at it for a minute. “Yes, your test score was not good. I also see you did not have the two prerequisite courses leading up to this one. You shouldn’t be in this class.” He closed the folder and stared at me again.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. What can I do?”

“You can withdraw from the class. Unfortunately, it is too late to enroll in another, so you’ll be below the minimum hours for full-time status. That will impact your financial aid, I’m afraid. Or, you can try to finish this class, and hope you can keep up enough to at least get a D. However, since you don’t have the background, I don’t see that happening, so you finish with a failing grade, but keep your financial aid. Unfortunately, that puts you on academic probation for the next semester.” He said all of this with no emotion at all. I was stunned, I needed to stay on track. I couldn’t afford to lose my aid, nor could I afford to repeat classes. I hung my head, wondering why life never gave me a break.

“There is another possibility, however.” I looked up at him, hoping for a reprieve. “But I don’t know, it would require a lot of effort on your part, putting in time after hours and so on.”

“Please, I’m a hard worker, what would I have to do?”

” I have no doubt you are a hard worker. However, what I am offering would require you to be both open-minded, and discrete. You would have to provide certain services for me, and in return, I would guarantee you would finish the course with no less than a C. Would that interest you?”

I sat and stared, speechless, the old fart wanted to fuck me in return for a grade! Shit! My mind raced, trying to find a way out of this, but I was screwed. If I didn’t do what this creep wanted, I’d lose my aid, and have to go back to another dead-end job. I didn’t want to do that, so I surrendered, deciding I could do this, no matter how disgusting it might be.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Anything you want.” I said, my face flushing with shame.

“Excellent.” he said, smiling for the first time. “You are making a wise choice. Just so we understand each other, esenyurt escort bayan tell me what it is you are willing to do.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to do.” I said, looking down.

“Be more specific.” he snapped in a sharp tone.

I looked up, and stared at him. “I’ll have sex with you.” He nodded, and wrote something on a note pad, and tearing it off, handed it to me. It was an address for a motel, with a time and date. It was tomorrow afternoon. I looked at him and nodded, and went home. Later, after moping around all evening, I decided to make the best of it. It was only sex, after all, and I had fucked nastier guys than the professor for less. I would get it done, out it behind me, and move on with a passing grade in hand.

The time came around, and I drove my little beater to the motel. It was a rundown place on the edge of town, near the truck stops and the industrial park. Finding the room number, I knocked and waited. The door opened, and the professor let me in. He was dressed in boxers, skinny as a rail with wisps of red hair on his chest. I stood insider the door,and waited, while he crossed to the bed and sat down. He stared for a moment, and I could see he had a sizable bulge under his boxers.

“Come here, closer.” he ordered. I did as he said, and stood in front of him. I was dressed in a sun dress with nothing underneath, seeing no need for too many clothes, and he lifted the hem to my waist, smiling when he saw I had no panties.

“Take it off.” Again, I did as I was told, and stood in front of him naked. To be honest, I was scared shitless, something about this guy was creepy as hell. He just stared, looking me up and down, and rubbing his growing cock through his shorts.

“Put your hands behind your head.” When I did, it thrust out my boobs, and I saw his eyes gleam.

“Turn around.” I did, and felt his hand caress my ass cheek. I shivered, but kept my hands behind my head. Then his hand slipped between my legs, and I felt a finger slide between my pussy lips up to my clit and rub it. I shuddered, it felt good. He fingered me until I got wet, then moved the finger to my ass and smeared my juices on it. Then he slid the finger back to my pussy, and I felt his thumb against my asshole. With a quick stab, he penetrated me.

“Ahhh.” I gave a little cry, and shuddered again. The creep was getting me worked up. I glanced down at my boobs, and my nipples were sticking out, hard and swollen. I twisted my hips a little as he kept on fingering me, and fucking my ass with his thumb.

Then, he pulled his thumb out, and I could hear him shuffling around behind me.

“Okay, turn around.” I did, and saw he was naked, sitting down, a very nice cock standing up from between his legs. “Get down on your knees, and suck it.” I let my arms drop, got down between his legs, and took his cock in my hand. It was good-sized, but I’d had bigger, and took it deep in my mouth. He made a little noise, but didn’t move as I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, sucking on it and lapping it with my tongue. I was kinda surprised, he smelled pretty good, and he wasn’t trying to gag me, so I began to think this might not be too bad. I wouldn’t have thought that if I knew what was coming later.

Looking up as I worked on him, I saw he was staring at me hard, and gave an evil little grin when I looked at him. Leaning forward a bit, he reached down and grabbed my boob, squeezing it and pinching the nipple in his fingers. It hurt, and I flinched and pulled off his cock.

“I’ll tell you when to stop.” he said, and pinched me again, so I swallowed his cock again, and jacked him with my hand. This seemed to satisfy him, and he stopped pinching and just fondled my boob as it hung down from my chest. I was going to have bruises, but it wouldn’t be the first time. I kept on sucking, licking, and jacking until my jaw started to ache, and I wondered if this guy couldn’t cum?

“Stop. Get up on the bed, on your back.” I hoisted myself back on my feet, and he stepped aside to let me on the bed. “Slide down, so you ass is on the edge.” I wiggled my body until I was where he wanted me. He stepped up close to me, hoisted my legs up on his shoulders, swiped his cockhead up and down my slit a couple of times, and without any warning slammed it all the way in.

I was pretty wet, and it didn’t hurt, but it surprised me and I yelped. He didn’t say a word, just started fucking me like a jackhammer, and staring at my boobs flopping around. For an old guy, he had stamina, just kept at it and never slowing down. I was surprised, I was starting to enjoy it, and closed my eyes and went with it. For several minutes he fucked me, and I was starting to feel like I might cum, when all of a sudden something flopped onto my face. Opening my eyes, I saw a cock under my nose, a very big cock. I rolled my eyes to the side, and saw it was attached to another professor in the department. He was the type always making comments to the girls about their hair or clothes, and was touchy-feely. beylikdüzü escort bayan Now his cock was laying on my mouth. Not seeing that I had a choice, I opened my mouth, and licked the underside, making him purr with pleasure, then he pulled it away and pointed the head at me. I turned my head, and opened my mouth to let it in. Now I had a cock in each end, something I had never done, but always wanted to try, just never thought it would be with a couple of old guys. We stayed like that for a while, with the first guy fucking me like no tomorrow, and the second guy feeding to my face.

“Let’s switch.” The second guy said.

“Okay.” replied the first, pulling out of my sopping pussy, and climbing on the bed. Number two grabbed my legs and flipped me over, letting my feet back on the floor. Then he leaned over my back, and started to push his cock in my pussy. He was longer and thicker than the first guy, but I was so wet I was able to take it without much trouble. The first guy got on his knees in front of me, and I pushed up on my hands so I could take his cock in my mouth again. He started to fuck my mouth with short fast strokes, and I sucked my lips down on him, and rolled my tongue around the head. The second professor was long stroking me from behind, letting me feel every inch of him going in and coming out. I felt very dirty, and also very turned on. Being used like this was doing it to me again.

The second prof didn’t last like his buddy, and I could feel him going faster, slapping against my ass and making my boobs swing. He lasted about a minute more, then grunted like an old boar, pushed it deep in me, and shot his load. This must have been what the first guy was waiting for, or it tripped his trigger, because he groaned, and started to pump cum in my mouth. I swallowed most of it,some dribbling down my chin. The second guy flopped down in a chair, his cock hanging between his legs, and the first guy got up and went to the bathroom. I just lay there, cum running out of my pussy, wondering if we were done. It wasn’t all that bad, I thought, and giggled to myself. Then someone knocked at the door. Before I could move, another guy came in., and I saw it was one of the janitors. I rolled over and covered myself, and watched as he pulled out a roll of bills, peeled some off, and gave them to the second professor.

“Okay, there she is, your turn.” he said, pointing at me. He leered at me and started to undress. The first guy came out of the bathroom.

“You’re not done yet. Take that sheet off your body, and show yourself.” I hesitated, and all three stared at me until I did. Shit, was the while damn faculty going to do me?

The janitor walked up to the bed, his cock swinging back and forth. He was nothing special, short and hairy with a pot belly. He had me get on my hands and knees, and fucked me doggy while the other two watched and jacked themselves. He didn’t last long either, and dumped another load in me. They let me go to the bathroom and clean up, and when I came out the janitor was gone.

“Can I go?” I asked.

“Wait a minute.” said the first guy, looking at the second guy. Number 2 was looking at his phone, and shook his head. “No, you have one more of our friends to service.” said the first guy. I slumped down on the bed. This had stopped being fun. I sat on the bed, while those two took the chairs, and whispered back and forth, pretty much ignoring me. That suited me fine, I wanted to get this over with, and get the hell away from these creeps. Finally, the door opened, and I was surprised to see a tall, good looking black man come in. He nodded to the other two, and without saying a word, took his clothes off. He was older with short gray hair, but still had some muscle, and as his slacks and shorts came off, I could see he was hung as well. A bit longer than the other two, but thicker yet. I licked my lips as I watched him, I had always had a thing for black men. He walked over to the bed, very confident, and climbed in next to me. I was on my knees, sitting back on my heels, and he stretched out next to me, putting a big hand on my leg.

I looked at him, waiting for his next move, and he looked back at me with a curious expression. Something seemed different about this guy, he was more relaxed. If the other two hadn’t been in the room, I think I would have been all over him. But, I sat back, and let him take the lead. He wasted no time, sliding his hand up my leg, and cupping my pussy. I arched my back and stuck out my boobs as he massaged the puffy red lips, making me get wet all over again. This was followed by a large finger entering me, and curling up to press against the spot on the upper wall. I jerked and gasped in response,and he pressed even harder, working his fingertip in a circle. I’d been close to cumming all day, never quite getting there, but this guy pushed me right over the edge. shuddered and clenched my fists as a big one ripped through me. I opened my eyes, and saw the black guy smiling at me, then he pushed avcılar escort bayan me over onto my back. He got between my legs, and pushed his cock into me easily, I was so wet and slimy with pussy juice and cum. Even so, I could feel my pussy stretching around his shaft. He held himself up off my on his hands, and began to pump his cock in a steady rhythm. I put my hands on his chest, running my hands through the gray curls and fingering his black nipples. Unlike the other two, this guy was good looking and sexy, and I didn’t want to close my eyes, I wanted to look at him while he had his way with me.

The long thick cock felt great inside my hot pussy, and I raised my legs and set my heels on his back, giving him a better angle. He gave me a wink in return, started fucking me faster, and for the next few minutes I was swept away by the pleasure he was giving me. I had another orgasm, and held onto him as he pushed himself to his own finish. I felt him tense up and shudder, then drive his cock in deep to fill me with his big load. I reluctantly let him go, and he straightened up, pulling his cock out of me. He gave me another smile, and talked quietly to the other two while he got dressed. Finally professor number 1 spoke up. “You can go.”

I didn’t wait around, just hustled and got out the door before they changed their minds. Driving back to my apartment, I wondered how the hot black dude figured in with the two creepy professors. It made no sense, but I finally gave up, I had done my part, and hoped I got the grade I’d been promised.

Later, I got in my email to see what was up for the next day, and saw I had one from a Greg White. Hmm, who the fuck is that? I opened it, and realized it was from the black guy at the motel. It said I needed to come see him, it was about my grade. Fuck, I have to him again. Then I grinned, at least I’d enjoy it, as long as it was only him. At the bottom, it said to come to the computer lab on campus, and gave me some time and dates. One opening was in an hour, so I decided to go then. Surely he wasn’t wanting to fuck in the lab? An hour later, I walked into the lab, and told the secretary I wanted to see Mr White. She buzzed him, and he came out, and ushered me back to his office where I took a chair in front of his desk.

“It’s Sandy, right?” I nodded, and he continued. “First thing, I want to let you know you will get your C in the econ class you’re having trouble with. Keep plugging away, and next semester, I’ll make sure you get in the right classes. Or, if you prefer, help you get in a different major. You decision on that, of course.

“Wow, thank you.” I said with a big happy smile.

“Certainly. You need to know the rest of the story. Those two have been doing this for some time, coercing coeds into sex for a better grade. I stumbled onto it when the university hired me to run the IT department, and to be honest, I don’t have a problem with a girl wanting to put out for a better grade. College girls have been doing that forever. But those assholes weren’t satisfied, and decided to make some money on it, even thought they get paid six figures. That guy that was there before me, the janitor, he paid them to have sex with you. That’s wrong. I have access to their accounts, and I’m going to shut them down, and make sure you and some other girls get the grades they were promised.”

I was in shock, but I managed to thank him, and he walked me back out to the outer office. When I got home, I popped open a beer, and thought about what a wild day it had been. My pussy was still red and sore, and my nipple was already bruised. I smiled at the thought those fuckers were going to get turned in, and smiled again when I thought of Greg. I wanted to see him again, but decided to wait until my body had recovered, so for the rest of the week, I went to class and took care of business. There was a minor uproar when the two professors took leaves of absence and grad students were assigned to teach their classes for the rest of the semester. Thinking about what Greg had said, I took another look at what I wanted to do, and decided to switch to the nursing program at the end of the semester. The classes I was already in would count to my total credit hours, and I could still graduate on time. I sent him an email, and he responded that he would take care of it, and send me a class schedule at the end of the semester. After a few days I was feeling a lot better, and started scheming on how to see him again. I wanted to surprise him, but his office wasn’t going to work. I also knew he was married, and his wife had a job at the university, so did some research, and found their online schedules. Comparing them, I saw there was an afternoon where he was off, and she had office hours and a class. After some more browsing, I located his address, and came up with a plan.

When the day arrived, I showered and dressed in a white tank top over black Spandex shorts, with no underwear. As I drove to his house, the excitement of my little scheme made my nipples hard, and it was obvious I had on no bra. Oh well, I thought, I’m not trying to be modest, laughing at my own joke. When I arrive, I rang the bell, and waited. Nothing happened. Hmm. I rang the bell again. Still no sign anyone was home. Well fuck, that would be my luck, he was probably playing golf. I turned to leave, when the door opened behind me, so I spun around with a big smile. It wasn’t Greg, it was his wife. Shit!

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I called my best friend and told him I was tired of playing on line chess together all night and that I’d pay for the pizza if he came over and played in person for once. He agreed and said he’d bring the wine. You can take the boy out of California but you can’t take the California out of the boy. One of these days I was also going to have to admit that I didn’t like sushi.

I took a shower and threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt in case he decided to crash for the night like he often did. He was the closest thing I had to a man in my life and I really didn’t mind having someone to cuddle with in bed once in a while. We both had serious commitment issues from past relationships and the situation worked for us.

He came over and I ordered the pizza. We set up the chess set as we waited for the pizza. There was something to be said about a man who liked the same things you did on a pizza. Maybe those people who believed in fate were on to something. Finding someone who likes the same stuff on a pizza as you do is like finding an honest Enron executive or a pit bull that doesn’t bite. It’s a rare thing that should be not be taken for granted.

With the chess set at one end of my coffee table and the pizza box and our wine on the other, we began to play and eat. I made it 15 moves before he started taking all my pieces off the board. He was a much better player than I was and I don’t think I ever won a game to him. It wasn’t about winning or losing. It was about spending time with him and just having fun together. He taught me how to play as we went and we just enjoyed playing together.

After loosing 2 games to him and feeling really relaxed from the wine, I suggested we play strip chess. He looked at me and laughed.

“You’re gonna get cold,” he said, “because you always loose.” He smiled and I laughed at him and said, “Ok.” We set up the board and agreed that whenever our opponent took away any of the back row pieces, we had to give them an article of clothing. I was suddenly wishing we lived in Antarctica and dressed for the occasion.

We played, and as usual, I wound up taking off both my slippers and a sock to his sneaker. We played some more and I was down to my sports bra and my shorts. Capturing both his knights let me to getting him shirtless and I realized just how sexy he really was.

I guess my nipples reacted to the thoughts of him naked in my bed because he tried insisting halkalı escort bayan that we stop because I was cold. I couldn’t argue with him without telling him what I was thinking so I insisted it was the last game. A captured rook cost me my sports bra and he commented that he didn’t realize how much I stuffed into my bras and that I had a great rack. I laughed and kept loosing to him. By the time he got me in check, I was sitting there in an adorable little flowered cotton thong with him staring at me and smiling. I got up and went to the kitchen for a second bottle of wine. As I stood by the open fridge, freezing my ass off, I might add, he came up behind me and traced the outline of my skimpy underwear with his finger. His touch felt wonderful on my skin.

“Mmmmm. That feels good.” I said. His other hand went up to my breasts and he began to play with my nipple. I asked him if there was something he wanted and he just laughed at me. He kissed me gently on the lips then moved his hand from my breast to the triangle of my thong. With one arm around my waist and the other one exploring the folds of my panties, I couldn’t go anywhere even if it crossed my mind.

Desire built up in me as his exploring finger found the folds of my pussy lips and discovered the island lost to most males known as the clit. We were both slightly drunk and I probably should have stopped him but it felt so good and I wanted him. He kissed me hard on the lips then slid his tongue into my shocked mouth. I slid my hand down the front of his shorts and found him defiantly in the mood to play. I stroked him as best as the confines of his shorts would allow and once I knew there was no turning back, I gently pulled him to the bedroom. He staggered as he followed me. Like he had a choice. I laughed as I pushed him down on my bed.

He laughed and helped me get his shorts off. He was as hard as nails and it was an impressive site. He always bragged about it but I thought he was just your average male who exaggerated his size. I traced his head and shaft with my tongue and he started to pray to God as I swallowed him whole. He tasted of Irish Spring soap and a slight hint of sweat. He smelled the way a man should smell, strong, yet fresh. I bobbed on him and he grabbed the bed sheets as I sucked on him harder. The harder I sucked on him, the more he grabbed at the bed and bahçeşehir escort bayan I enjoyed seeing him loose control this way. I gently grazed his balls with the tops of my long nails. He shuddered as I sucked on the sides of his shaft just under the head and rolled his balls in my soft warm hand. I could feel them tighten up so I took him back in my mouth and sucked him hard and fast until he rewarded me with his hot cum.

“Please baby don’t stop.” He begged as my soft lips slid up and down his long shaft. I hummed as I built up speed. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer as his balls got rock hard and he moaned louder and mentioned God more than once. By the time I was done with him, I wanted him to be a religious man.

“I’m gon-na cahhhummmmm.” He panted out as I felt the first shot of his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed wave after wave of cum as I licked the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue and rubbed a finger back and forth between his ass and his ball sack. “Oh my god, stop, you’re killing me.” He begged out of breath.

He went semi-soft in my mouth and I let go of him. I looked at him and made eye contact then licked a few drops of cum from my lips. I laughed as his half-mast dick waved at me with a final convulsion of cum. I licked it off his belly and enjoyed the fact that I gave him such pleasure that his chest was still heaving from the act.

I got up off my knees and walked around the bed to my dresser. He asked me what I was doing and I told him that he’d see. I lit some candles around the room and turned the dimmer switch on my bedroom light. I turned on the stereo to some classical music and removed some things from a drawer.

I sat on the bed across from him and grabbed a pillow for my back. I leaned on the pillow against the foot post of the bed and laid out the items I took out of my drawer. I had some lube, anal beads and my favorite vibrators. I took the lube and poured some out onto the palm of my hand. I rubbed it in my already wet pussy and especially on my asshole. He reached out to touch me and I smacked his hand and told him he was a bad boy and if he wanted more fun later, he had to watch but not touch. He groaned but took his hand back.

I rubbed the motion lotion until it got warm then I took the pink wand and turned it on. I rubbed my clit with it and felt a tingling başakşehir escort bayan feeling through my body. I started to get into it and I could feel myself getting wetter. I grasped the wand with my thighs and rolled on my side with the anal beads in hand. I slowly inserted them, waiting until I got used to each one before proceeding with the next size larger. Soon I was up to 6 beads and bucking against the pink magic wand, which in turn made the beads move back and forth in my ass bringing me closer to a major orgasm.

My breathing got quicker with each and every movement against the battery operated toy. I needed release soon. My motions got faster as he got hard again. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I slid the blue dolphin shaped toy in my boiling hot pussy. I bucked like a mad woman as I rammed it in and out of my slick pussy, barely breathing. My eyes closed and my head fell back as I released. I shot out a small stream of cum as he watched, hard as a rock and with a huge smile on his face.

He leaned over and pinned my legs to the bed so he could lick my pussy. I was still cumming on his face as he stuck his tongue in my slick hole. I could feel the walls of my pussy try to crush his tongue as he sent me over the edge again between his tongue and a well-placed thumb.

He spread my legs a little more apart as he kneeled in front of my opening to his heaven. I tilted my hips up as he guided his key to my heart in my dripping wet pussy. He slid it in little by little and waited for me to get used to his size. He was a lot different than my toy and very much appreciated.

His inch-by-inch tactics were killing me and I begged him to fuck me already. He went slowly, in and out, just stopping short of pulling his huge head out. As he slid back in, he’d catch my clit on the upstroke and he was driving me wild. I pressed against him and tried to speed up his thrusting. I met his every stroke and soon both of us were out of breath and ready to cum again.

I went first, screaming his name and God’s intermittingly while begging him to fuck my brains out. He began chanting the word “yes” breathlessly and sped up his thrusting. The bed banged against the wall with the rhythm of his strokes and the noise level in the room was enough to wake the dead. He grunted loudly and I could feel him cum inside me like a freight train. Hard, fast and unstoppable. He fell on top of me the rolled over on his side. He kissed me and pulled me into his arms as I waited for the aftershocks of my orgasm to end.

We both fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms and awoke up late the next morning. I tried to get out of bed but he pulled me back towards him and said he had something he wanted to show me. I laughed and soon we were in the shower together repeating the night before.

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Bree thought it was a simple, but brilliant plan. So much so she now wished it was her idea. The appeal was it was up to her- the effort and reward, the time it took- it could all happen to suit her.

It had started after the Christmas holidays. Bree had bumped into Charlie while shopping for groceries, and noticed how lean and fit he was looking. For her part, she felt overweight, the legacy of two weeks with her boyfriend rained in at a beach resort, with too much good food and drink on hand.

A week later she rang Charlie at work and asked did he have some time for his buddy. It was part of the special friendship they had. Either one could call on the other for a buddy session, confident that anything said or done went no further. They were the rules, and over time the freedom to confide in each other had helped so much neither was about to break them.

Bree was unsure why it worked so well. At 45, Charlie was more than twice her age, yet they could communicate and flirt and solve each other’s problems with unthreatening ease. The idea of a relationship between them never came up. She sometimes wondered why. Perhaps it was because they were not prepared to risk what they had going. In any event she was very comfortable with her boyfriend, and Charlie loved his solitude.

They agreed to meet at Bree’s after work. When Charlie arrived Bree was finishing up in her vegetable garden. They went into her lounge, and she fixed him an orange juice with ice, before dashing into the shower to clean up. When she came out, still drying her hair, Bree was wearing an oversized T-shirt and cargo shorts. Charlie looked up. Bree could look good in anything, he thought to himself. She was tall, perhaps five eleven, and what he called willowly for want of a better word. Definitely not supermodel thin- though she had the face for the job. From previous sessions, he was well past thinking what could possibly be going wrong in her life.

After some idle chat, Bree got around to telling him she was feeling fat, and wanted to lose some weight this year. But she had said the same thing to herself last year, and the year before, and wanted to know how he was able to keep so thin. Charlie protested she didn’t look at all overweight. “You haven’t seen what’s under these baggy clothes” Bree replied.

Charlie thought a moment. ” Why not try this- set yourself a clear goal, and plan to reward yourself when you reach it.”

“I do that each year”, said Bree. “I just can’t stick to it.”

“Well I know of something that might work” said Charlie. “Why not go shopping at the sales for a sexy dress you wouldn’t ordinarily buy. Get it a size or two too small- so that if you keep to your plan, you get to wear it out. And you get to decide when and where.”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure Adam would be too keen on the idea.”

“Don’t be so sure” Charlie replied. “Get him involved in the plan. You might be pleasantly surprised.”

“He’s not that keen on other men looking at me. And I’m not much for giving them an eyeful.”

“But you don’t have to” Charlie argued. “It could be a long dress, perhaps backless, and you could wear nothing underneath. Now if only Adam and you knew, he’d be climbing the walls to get you home.” Bree was pensive for a moment. “I’ll have to think about it. For now your job is to tell me what exercises to do.”

“OK” Charlie answered. Take a STAB test.”

“What?”

“S-T-A-B. A Stab test.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Charlie?”

“Next time you’ve got your gear off in front of the mirror, check them out. Shoulders, Tummy, Arse, Boobs.” See what needs some work on it. And let me know. Then we can target some exercises to get you into that dress.”

“Its that simple?” wondered Bree.

“Not quite. You will also have to get some basics right- diet and general fitness. etiler escort bayan But if the fat is sitting somewhere, and there’s some toning to be done, we can sort it out.”

“Mmmm- sounds promising.”

“Oh. And there’s one more thing. You tell me what you decide. So if you bale out, you’re not just letting yourself down.”

“I knew it was too good to be true” Bree laughed, playfully flicking Charlie with the towel. “So when do we get started on the exercises. And I’m promising nothing about the dress yet.”

“Just as soon as you tell me how the STAB test went.”

Bree rose to gather the glasses they had been drinking from. “This is a buddy session, isn’t it,” she called from the kitchen.

“Sure is” Charlie said. ” It’s our secret plan. At least until you tell your boyfriend.”

“So let’s get started now.”

Charlie looked up in time to see Bree strolling towards her bedroom, tossing the T shirt behind her as she went.

Later, the sound of Bree summonsing caused Charlie to stir.

“What do you think?”

“Think about what?” he replied.

“Come and see for yourself.”

Charlie rose and entered her bedroom. Bree was standing in front of a full length mirror, wearing a brief two-piece swim suit he hadn’t seen before.

“Hmmm. Let’s see” he said, doing his best to sound unaffected by the view he was getting. “Shoulders- need to be broader. Bit hunched, don’t you think?”

“That’s OK for you” she retorted. “Look what they have to support.”

He dropped his eyes to see her put her hands under her bikini clad breasts, and lift them. They were larger than expected, much larger, and sporting quite a tan.

“Looks like it didn’t rain all the time you were at the beach” he joked.

Bree laughed. “Don’t go changing the subject.” You wanted to know where the extra weight goes, and now I’m telling you.”

“That’s no real problem, as long as they can look after themselves. We wouldn’t want you tripping over them.”

“No chance of that yet.” She reached behind her back, and unclasped the top of her bikini. As it fell, she shifted her hands to the front, placing them strategically over her nipples. “Now they are on their own. Still holding up OK, don’t you think?”

“Far as I can tell” Charlie said, stumbling a little on his words.

“What about now” she said, dropping her hands and posing for the mirror. Standing behind her, Charlie shared the view of her reflection in the mirror. “Magnificent” he uttered.

“That would be a technical term for not much work needed, Charlie?” she teased.

Refusing to let her see his discomfort, Charlie turned his attention to her tummy, which was devoid of muscle tone. It hung a little over her brief bikini, if anything highlighting the hint of soft dark down that ran down from her navel.

“What’s that you’re keeping there, he asked quickly? “Is there something you haven’t told me?”

“That’s why you are here, arsehole” she joked. “The question is how can I sort it?”

“In time” he said. “Now where are we up to? S,T,B… arse. Turn to your side so we can get a look.”

Bree turned to her side, and then to her back, striking exaggerated poses as a model would. What he could see of her butt was round, and sagged a little. With her narrow hips, it was in danger of becoming a ‘bubble bum’.

“What did you call me?”

She seemed irritated, and Charlie realised he must have uttered the words aloud.

“Bubble bum.” Not the thing to be packing if you want to wear anything briefer.”

“You reckon I wouldn’t get away with this, Mr Perfect?”

She slipped her fingers inside the back of her bikini, and drew them slowly together until the fabric was wedged between her cheeks.

“Now show me what you’ve got.”

“Easy Bree. We’re buddies, beyoglu escort bayan remember. No fighting. And that wasn’t part of the plan.”

“But I wanna see. Show me!”

“Look, I’ll take off my shirt, so we’re even, and then show you the stomach and butt exercises to get you started.”

“But we would still not be even until you are down to your jocks.”

“I mightn’t be wearing any.”

“Guess I’ll have to take that chance” she laughed.

“Put a couple of towels on the floor, while I get ready” Charlie said. He turned his back, and faced the wall as he undid his shirt.

Bree watched. For his age he was in good shape- thin but muscular. With every movement some new muscle tone became apparent. ” God- if I get half like that I’ll be just fine” she said under her breath.

“On the floor, on your back. And you can put your top back on if you like.”

Charlie’s command interrupted her thoughts.

“Bit late for modesty” she countered, stretching out on the large beach towel.

She looked up to see him standing over her, still in his jeans.

“Forgetting something, buddy, aren’t you?”

Bree watched Charlie bend down and remove his shoes and socks. Then he loosened his belt, before easing his jeans over his hips. She watched unashamedly as his naked body was revealed. His toned chest tapered dramatically to a wash-board stomach. Looking lower, she noticed his cock had stirred- less than half mast- but interested and interesting nonetheless. So that explains his reluctance, she thought.

For the next few minutes Charlie showed her a set of exercises to work on for her upper body. When it came to leg lifts, he lay on the floor beside her and had her copy what he was doing. She lifted her legs to about six inches off the floor and tried to hold them there. Almost instantly the pain in her stomach and back was too much and she dropped her legs to the floor.

“That’s too hard,” she protested.

Charlie tried to encourage her. ” Don’t worry, it is at first. Do as much as you can, and repeat it as soon as you recover. You’ll find you can do it longer as you get fitter.”

Bree tried again, and if anything lasted even less.

“You’ve got to be kidding. Can’t you think of something else?”

“Hop up and watch me.”

Bree squatted beside him as Charlie re-positioned himself on the second towel. He lifted his legs off the floor and held them there with ease. “This is working all the lower abdominal muscles” he said. Bree could see the muscle definition in this thighs and groin, his stomach so flat the pubic area was pronounced.

“You can’t have got like that just from these exercises. I don’t even have muscles in those places.”

“Sure you do” he replied. “Here, feel around as I lift my legs, and you will see what I mean.”

Bree placed her hand on his stomach. He lifted his legs, and she felt the muscles tighten. As he continued the exercises, she moved her hand down his groin to his thighs and back, then up his stomach before moving it down the other side. As she did, it brushed the head of his cock, and left a trail of sticky moisture on his thigh.

“You really do enjoy your exercises” she joked. “Can I try it again.”

Charlie felt relieved at the suggestion.

Bree rose and as she stood beside him, stepped out of her bikini bottoms, before laying down.

“Here, would you hold my legs up when I get tired?” she asked.

Charlie crawled over and sat at her feet. Her legs were fully stretched, and clasped tightly together. He looked along her body. Her dark bush was trimmed at the sides to suit the bikini, but wasn’t cut short, or waxed like lots of the younger ones do. Her heavy breasts had separated, and lay towards her sides.

“Enjoying the view?” she teased.

“I’m sarıyer escort bayan here to make it a whole lot better,” he replied with growing confidence.

Bree lifted her legs, and with her right hand, tried to trace her own abdominal muscle patterns.

Sensing her legs about to drop, Charlie caught them, and held them up in one hand, before placing his other on her stomach. He moved his hand about firmly, stopping occasionally. “Here, here, and here. Keep checking these muscles. This is where you will notice a difference.”

Charlie allowed her legs to drop to the floor.

“It time I’d better be going” he said.

“You’re always in a rush. Lets just lay here a bit,” Bree suggested, patting the towel beside hers.

Obligingly, Chas stretched his naked body alongside hers.

Bree turned and laid her head on his lap, her body coiled in a fetal position and facing away, at right angles to his. Then she reached out, her fingers idling through his pubic hairs. “You can hold me if you like” she offered lazily. Charlie reached out and wrapped an arm over her. With her other hand she took his, placing it decisively on her breast. “Perfect” she whispered.

After what seemed like an hour, Charlie’s voice broke the silence. By now her hand had moved to his cock, and she was stroking it slowly, almost absentmindedly.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I was thinking- I don’t want you putting me on a pedestal.”

“It took you this long to think of that?”

“I’m being serious, Charlie. It’s too much to live up to. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Listen buddy” he said. “I’m not here to make judgments. These sessions are for us, and the only thing that matters is that we respect them. Which means we are going to get into more trouble keeping things from each other than if we are totally honest.”

“I know that, Charlie. Hell, I’m laying here butt naked with you. And I’m staring at a hard cock. I trust you. You’re the kind of guy who understands no means no?”

“Don’t be so sure, kid” he replied. “I’m a man of mystery.”

“I’m not that bad a judge” Bree replied, increasing the pressure and pace of her hand. “Though I’ve got to say you have been keeping this beauty a bit of a secret.”

“Easy Bree. Those things go off you know. And this one’s been loaded for a long time.”

“I want to, Charlie.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to make you come. Here. Now.”

As if to reinforce the point, Bree moved her hand under his balls, cupping them, pushing everything towards her. Then she resumed her stroking, moving and twisting her hand up and down the full length of his cock, running it over the head to gather the pre-cum as a lubricant.

Charlie moved his hand to her arse, and she shifted her legs, gasping as his hand came into contact with her soaken pussy.

“Told you I was a happy girl” she murmured, as his cock erupted in her hand, shooting its first load across her face and hair. With her eyes and mouth closed, and her head resting in his lap, Bree remained still as load after load from the cock in her hand burnt into her face.

“God, that was awesome!” gasped Charlie, struggling to recover from the best orgasm of his life.

“It’s alright for you” came the reply. “I’m drowning down here.”

Bree turned onto her back, and scooped the cum from her eyes and face, before drawing her fingers into her mouth.

“I think I’ll be needing a shower,” she said, getting to her feet.

“Can I just rest here?” asked Charlie.

“No way” she replied, leaning over to plant a wet kiss on his forehead. “Adam will be home soon. Session’s over.”

“Are you OK with this?” Charlie enquired as he rose and started to dress.

“Sure” she replied, still naked. “After all, what happens in our sessions is our secret.”

“You’d best get moving then. I guess he’ll be wanting his dinner when he gets home.”

“Probably- but he’s going to have to wait.”

“Why?” questioned Charlie.

“I’m going to fuck his brains out first” Bree said naughtily.

As he left her place, Charlie tried to dismiss the pang of jealousy he felt at her words.

To Be Continued…if Bree decides to go with the plan

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