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Bana senin için güzellik önemli mi dedi. Bende olabilide olmayabilirde duruma göre değişir dedim. Arzu ben evliyim dedi. Senin hikayeni eşim ahmetle okuduk düşündük uzun süredir bir fantezi gerçekleştirmek istiyoruz dedi. Seni ben onun için aradım dedi. İşte şimdi iş ilgimi çekmeye başlamıştı. Arzu 40 yaşında bir bayan olduğunu iddialı bir güzelliği olmadığını izmitte oturduklarını eşinin vede kendisinin memur olduklarını söyledi. Bende arzu tamam tanışalımda eşinlede tanışmayı istiyorum dedim. Bu arada arzunun iki çocuğu varmış. Bir gün sonra telefonda ahmetle görüştük. Arzu bana yarağın kaç cm dedi. Bende 16-17 cm ve kalın dedim bir offff çektiki benide tahrik etti inanın. Ahmetinki 14 cm imiş. Birkaç gün telefonda özellikle arzu ile konuştuk samimi olduk . birgün üçümüz bir yerde buluşup pendik escort yüzyüze görüşmeye karar verdik. ben bulundukları sehre gittim Sakin bir yerde randevulaştık. Ben önceden gidip beklemeye başladım. Biraz sonra arzu ile ahmette geldiler ikiside sade ama güzel giyimliydiler. Arzu siyah bir elbise giymişti. Eteği orta idi bacakları çok güzel görünüyordu. beyaz tenli kumral saçlı saçları biraz uzundu. Göğüsleri elbisenin içine zor sığmıştı iricelerdi.1.65 gibi boyu kilosuda 70 gibi vardı.hafif dolguncaydı.oturduk uzunca konuştuk. Arzu açıkça ve çekinmeden konuşuyordu eşi biraz çekinikti. Bende ahmede dönerek dedimki bak ahmet arzuyu sikmeyi isterim ama senin bunu kabul etmen gerek yoksa olmaz dedim. Ahmet konuşmadan arzu hemen dediki elbette olmaz eşimde yanımızda olucak dedi. Hemen o haftaki cumartesi gününe sözleştik.beni tatlı bir heyecan sarmaya başlamıştı bile. Cumartesi günü evlerine gittim. Çocuklarını başka yere göndermişlerdi.arzu ile ahmet beni kapıda karşıladır. İçeri geçtik. Arzu kısa ve dar bir mini etek giymişti. Göğüsleri dekolteydi iri oldukları için çok tahrik edicilerdi. Salona geçtik oturduk. İçecek bişeyler getirdi arzu . geldi ahmetle benim aramıza oturdu. Zaten ben tahrik olmaya başlamıştım. Evet erkeklerim şimdi ne yapıyoruz dedi. Bende elimi memelerine sürmeye okşamaya başladım. Arzu zaten hazırdı. Ahmedin gözlerine bakarak kocacığım sen şimdilik izle bakalım dedi. Oda tamam dedi.başladık arzu ile sevişmeye bir taraftanda soyunduk. Arzu siyah tanga giymişti biraz dolgun olduğu için iyice götlerinin arasında kaybolmuştu. İnanın bana süper götleri vardı. Bende soyundum arzu yarağımı görünce offff işte aradığım buydu dedi. Süper dediii hemen yalamaya başladı. Zaten kazık gibi olmuştu ümraniye escort kocaman kalınca vede iri başlı yarağı görünce inleyerek yalamaya başladı. Bende o koca memelerini okşuyor götlerini elliyordummm. Bir süre sonra yarağımı bırakti. Koltuğa yattı bende tangasını çıkartım. Amı çok güzel görünüyordu.önce kokladım amını çok tatlıydı. Yavaşça ısırıklar atmaya vede yalamaya başladım. Sular içinde kalmıştı amıcığı. Yaladıkça inliyordu. İnliyordu. Hadi artık o koca yarağı içimde istiyorum demeye başladı. Bende o koca memelerini yalamaya başladım o arada kendisi yarağımı tutup amına yerleştidi. Basmaya başladım ücüncü vuruşta dibine kadar almıştı. Amı dardı inanın bana ohhhhh ları duymaya değerdi. Kocasıda soyunmuş yarağını okşuyordu.her yerini yalıyordum o aradada sikmeye devam ediyordum.arzu bana kalk dedi. Kalktım koltuğa oturdum. Yarağımı biraz yalayıp sonrada üstüne oturdu. Öyle bir zıplıyorduki taaa dibine kadar yarağımın hepsini alıyordu. Ahmette zevke gelmişti çok güzel karıcığım devam et diyordu. Bir süre sonrada arzuyu koltuğa domalttım. Domalınca götü süper görünüyordu. O posizyonda götlerini yalamaya başladım. Göt deliğini dilimle adeta sikiyordum iyice azmıştı arzu hadi erkeğim sik beni diyordu. Götünü emmeye devam ettim amacım sonrada götten sikmekti.ve artık bende dayanamadım. Domalmış olan arzuyu arkadan amından sikmeye devam ettim adeta uçuyorduk. Ohhhh diyorduk ikimizde ahmette azmıştı. O oracıkta boşaldı. Bende birkaç seri ve sert vuruştan sonra döllerimi arzunun amının derinliklerine fışkırttım. Süper zevk almıştım. Oda çok zevk almıştı. Biraz dinlendik o arada yatak odasına geçtik. Arzu durmadan benim yarağımı okşuyor yalıyordu. Doymamıştı. Seni şimdide götten sikecem dedim hayır demedi ama kadıköy escort acımaz mı dedi. Ahmedin gözleri büyüdü. Ben hiç götten sikmedim dedi.bende bak şimdi ben sikecem dedim. Ama bir değişiklik yapalım mı dedim. Arzuda ne yapalım dedi. Ahmede dedim sen sırt üstü yat arzuda senin üstüne çıksın bende arkadan arzuyu götten sikeyim dedim. Arzu ooooo süper olucak dedi. Ahmaet yattı arzu benim kocaman yarağımla açılmış amına kocasının yarağını aldı. Üstüne yattı. Götü tamamıyla açıldı. Biraz kremledim.parmağımla iyice okşadım. Yarağımıda arzunun ağzına vererek iyice yalatıp ıslattım. Arkasına geçip yavaşça sokmaya başladım zorlamnıyordu. Göt deliği çok dardı. Acıyor demeye başladı.ben yarağımı yarıya kadar soktum. Öylece durdum. Alışsın diye. Ahmet sikemye devam ediyordu.bir süre sonra yarağımın hepsini soktum. Arzu uçuyordu sikin beni erkeklerim diyordu. Kocası fazla dayanamadı boşaldı. Ben götten sikmeye devam ettim. Sonra kocası kalktı. Ben arzuyu sırt üstü yatırdım bacaklarını umuzuma aldım amından sert ve seri sikmeye başaldım süperdi inanın çat çat ediyodu vuruşlarımmm. Bir süre sonrada o pozisyonda yarağımı açılmış olan göt deliğine koydum dudaklarını emerek döllerimi götüne boşalttım. Arzu adeta uçuyordu. Erkeğim benim çok iyisin diyordu. Yarağımı çıkarıp yalattım. O gün birkaç değişik pozisyonda sikişmeye devam ettik. Birkaç hafta sonra yine davet ettiler beni yine sikiştik ama bir süre sonrada tayinleri dolayısıyla taşındılar artık görüşemiyoruz. 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ben izmirli bu hikayemde bizim mahalledeki fuhus yuvasındaki kızla yasadıklarımı anlatıcam.. once oraya biraz tedirginlikle gitmistim bilirsiniz hastalık falan ama titiz bir arastırma sonucu ?? onlarında gercekten korunduklarını ogrendim..aslında yinede gitmek istememistim ama arkadasın

ısrarları sonucu gittim. o surekli gittigini soyledi ve istersen kızların evlere servis : ) yaptıklarını da soyledi ben once bir gidip ortamı tanımayı istedim ve oraya gittik arkadas hemen nazlı isimli bayanı sordu ordaki p?.. lerine nazlı odada dedi.

biraz bekledikten sonra nazlı odadan cıktı o kadar guzeldi ki bence o kız burda degil suan mankenim diyenlerin yerinde lması gerekiyordu. neyse ona isi olup olmadıgını eger musaitsen bizle gelirmisin dedi. oda ucretde pendik escort anlasırsak niye olmasın dedi anlastıktan sonra. ordan cıktık ve arkadas nazlıya bu arkadasla gideceksin dedi ve ayrıldı nazlıyla yanlız kalmıstık okadar güzeldi ki yolda becericektim nerdeyse. artık eve gelmistik ve iceriye girdik 2.5 saatımız vardı ona beyaz sarap ikram ettim ve muhabbete basladık sarapları ictiktan sonra uzerimdekileri yavasca cıkarmaya basladım oda soyunucaktı ki ona dur dedim ben soyunduktan sonra yanına gidip onu yavasca soymaya basladım ilk once badisini cıkardım icinde sudyen yoktu goguslerini yalamaya basladım meme uclarını ısırıyor parmaklarımlada pantolunun dugmelerini cozuyordum ve o en

guzel yere nihayet parmaklarım ulasmıstı bir yandan ümraniye escort göğüs uclarını ısırıyor bir yandan parmagımım amına sokuyordum artık inlemeye basladı ohhhhhhh devam et bebegim diye haykırıyordu. bir sure boyle devam ettiktan sonra amını yalamaya basladım dilimi soktukca inlemeleri artıyordu hadi bebegim devam

et daha hızlı diyordu.sonra ondan birazda benim dalgayı vakumlamasını istedim .

agzına almaya vakumlamaya basladı biraz acemiydi bence cunku nerdeyse dislerini

batıracaktı basından tutup kafasını bastırıp cekiyordum. bir sure sonra onu ayaga kaldırdım ve ayakta kalmasını bacaklarını acmasını soyledim ve

sonra prazervatif taktım amcıgına yerlestirdim yavas bir sekilde gidip gelmeye basladım kadıköy escort bir sure sonra daha da yavasladım niyetim onu delirtmekti ama ben delirmistim ve birden hızlandım ve ikimizde cıglık atmaya basladık.sonra dalgayı cıkardım ve bir sandalye getirdim ve sandalyeye oturdum

ve onu kendime dogru cektim ve uzerime oturttum bir yandan o dolgun dudaklarını kopartıcak sekilde opuyordum amı iyice sulanmıstı kendimi ona bırakmıstım yavas bir sekilde inip kalkıyordu beni cılgına ceviriyordu onu belinden kavrayıp ayaga kalktım ve artık kontrol bendeydihızlı

bir sekilde kendime cekiyor yukarı kaldırıyordum cıglıklarımız kesin alt ve ust kata ulasıyrdu artık bosalıcaktım ve prazervatifi cıkartıp yuzune fıskırttım.. ikimizde bitmistik. gidip birlikte dus aldık. ve bir kadeh sarap ictik bana ilk defa bukadar guzel bir ilşki yasadıgını

soyledi. benim icinde aynı seylr gecerliydi ve bunu soylemek biraz guc ama galiba ben ondan hoslanmıstım. ve sırf onu gormek icin hergun onun yanına gidiyordum. ve onla surekli gorusuyoruz.

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Bununla sevişirken elimi eteğinin altına sokup amına attım, amı su olmuş, külodunu vıcık vıcık ıslatmıştı. Külodunu çıkarmak istedim, biraz nazlandı, ama çıkardım. Yumuldum amına, amını yalamaya başladım, bu hemen, ?Napıyon? Am yalanır mı hiç?? diyerek kafamı itti, amından uzaklaştırmaya çalıştı. Ben de, ?Anlaşıldı, senin o pezevenk kocan hiç yalamamış, hem ağzının tadını bilmiyormuş, hem de seni bu zevkten mahrum etmiş!? dedim ve zorla yalamaya devam ettim. Dilimi amına soktuğumda, karı zevkten sara hastaları gibi sarsılmaya başladı…

Bu arada, orospu vermem falan diye ayak yapıyordu, ama buluşacağız diye amının kıllarını bile traş etmiş. Neyse, ben bunun amını ümraniye escort yalarken, bu bir kez titreyerek ve inleyerek orgazm oldu. Ama nasıl zevk suyu geliyoramından, sanki işer gibi boşalıyor karı. Ben amının sularını da şapur şupur yalarken, karı yumdu gözlerini, ?Ne olur yarağını sok amıma!? diye bağırıyor, deli gibi çırpınıyor…

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Bunu duyunca ben hemen yarağımı amından çıkardım ve götünün deliğine sürtmeye başladım. Bu anladı götünü sikeceğimi, yalvarıyor, ?Yavaş sok kurban olurum, acıtma!? diyordu. Yarağımı götüne kanırta kanırta sokarken, bu acıdan resmen eşşek gibi anırıyordu. Ama dinleyen kim, omuzlarından kendime çekerek köküne kadar geçirdim götüne. Bu, ?Öldüm anam, götümü yırttın, kıprıdama nolur!? diye yalvarıyor. Elimle ağzını kapayıp götüne pompalamaya başladım. Karının amı dardı, ama götü amından daha da dardı…

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Kocaman dudakları açılmış bir amı vardı. İştahla yaladım. Suları akmaya başlamıştı. O ise koltukta uzanmış, saçlarımı okşuyor ve hırlıyordu. Doğrulup yarağımı ağzına verdim. Mükemmel yalıyordu. Ağzına sokup çıkartmaya, resmen sikmeye başladım. Hemen kalkıp bacaklarını omzuma kaldırarak amına kökledim. İyice sulanmıştı. Ben onu sikerken o boynumu ve göğüslerimi yalıyordu. Boşalmak üzereydim ve hemen doğrularak ağzına verdim. Hızla ağzına sokup çıkartarak boşaldım. Döllerin çoğunu yutmuş, yüzü gözü döl olmuştu.Hemen duş alarak geri geldi. Ben koltuğa oturdum. Bacaklarını koltuğa koyup aşağı doğru eğilerek yarağımı ağzına aldı. Muhteşem genişlikteki beyaz ve kocaman mor deliği karşımdaydı. Dilimle yaladıkça delik dışa doğru şişmiş, muhteşem bir görüntü almıştı. Sikilmekten deliği iyice genişlemişti. Doğrulup kalça butlarını elleriyle ikiye ayırarak deliğini yarağıma nişanladı ve hızla oturdu. Yarağım dehlizinde kayıp olmuştu. 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Allison Springs knew, of course, that she was a stunner, a looker, a hottie, a cutie. And yet none of those words actually fully described the beauty and sex appeal of the 22-year-old blonde social worker. She was more. Much more.

At 5 feet 10 inches and 125 pounds, her 34DD – 21 – 34 figure was topped by a face that was that of an angel. She was a glorious, natural blonde and was everyone’s definition of a sexy dream. Men and women alike.

But Allison knew there was no place in her life for males. And, no place for assertive females. Her life consisted of being waited on and pleasured by an assortment of very submissive females, those who lived to service superior blondes. And her looks made it very easy to capture those who wanted to worship what she had between her legs. And Allison loved letting them worship it, to show their low position in life and to honor that which was truly superior.

But she was growing bored lately. The five lovers that she had, all aged between 19 and 45 just were not providing the spice she really needed. She needed, desperately needed, some new diversion, some new kinky thrill.

And then one afternoon it simply arrived. She received an email from one of her subbies telling her about a new club that had formed; it was a group of older ladies called “The Lezzy Grannies.” From the moment Allison saw those words, she felt a spasming in her cunt. The very thought of a granny eating her pussy turned her on from the moment she thought of it.

She quickly emailed back to find out how and when the group met and the details were soon back to her. It turned out that young women such as Allison were very welcome at the group’s gatherings and the next meeting was later that evening.

Allison determined to skip another appointment she had and go to the meeting of this group of salacious seniors who were seemingly out for sex. She wore one of her most dazzling evening dresses, cut short to showcase her fabulous tanned legs and scooped at the blouse to highlight her fantastic breasts.

The meeting was being held quite openly at a local convention center. Allison was surprised that it would be so open, but she entered the building and began to look for the sign indicating where the meeting would be. She finally found it and it said “TLG Meeting Tonight”. So, it wasn’t quite as open as she had been led to believe.

Her entrance through the door leading to the meeting can only be described as grand. As she swept into the room, the senior ladies – there were about 20 of them in the room –turned as if one and more than a few jaws dropped. Allison was certainly one of the most beautiful women who had ever graced their meetings.

Almost immediately, a few of the aging seniors gathered around young Allison – she towered over them – and they began to chatter like magpies. Allison actually paid little attention as she had decided on her way to the meeting to look for a certain type of granny and if she didn’t find that type, to simply leave and head for the nearest dyke bar, where she had no doubt she could have her pussy serviced quickly.

But, as Allison’s luck usually ran her way, she quickly found the type of senior woman she was looking for. This particular senior was in great shape, about 5 feet 5 inches with a slender build and a face that was either well preserved or had benefited greatly from a face lift. With a wave of her hand, Allison shooed away the magpies fluttering around her and headed directly to the silver haired victim she had seen from across the room.

Allison quickly arrived in front of her and extended her hand. The senior lady extended hers in return and introductions were quickly exchanged. The woman, as it turned out was named Mary Adams, was 65 years old and had six children and 12 grandchildren. All girls as luck would have it. Allison’s mind turned over that phrase about “like mother, like daughter” and knew that some of that must be in there. But those lewd thoughts could wait until later. For now, the challenge mobilbahis güvenilir mi was to see how quickly she could get this woman to be eating her snatch. Allison had challenged herself to make it no more than one hour from the time she first saw her until she felt the seniors’ lips on her pussy. She thought that she had better get going on the seduction so she continued talking to Mary while slowly pulling her already short dress further up her fantastic legs.

Mary could not get enough of the blonde young woman’s legs and she noticed that many of the other seniors around her were also ogling the woman’s body. Mary very quickly realized that she was going to be serving this beauty and she might as well go along with anything asked of her or one of the other older crones around her would gladly trade places and become this young vixen’s fuck toy.

Once her short dress was suitably close to her completely unencased cunt, Allison told Mary to let her have her hand. Mary complied and soon found her hand traveling toward the beauty’s most cherished treasure. Once it was close enough so that Mary could feel the heat emanating from it, Allison stopped guiding her and let go of her hand. Mary did not move to withdraw the hand, however.

Without missing a beat, Allison switched from talking to Mary about her grandchildren to a subject Allison was much more interested in – getting finger fucked by the senior lady.

“Go ahead and stick out your middle finger, I want it inside me, you’ll find I’m nice and wet so go ahead and finger fuck me. Oh yes, that’s nice, your finger will do just perfectly, but stick two in just for fun.”

Mary again complied and Allison realized the senior citizen was actually a very, very submissive slut. She was finger fucking Allison in front of all of her friends in a very public place. Allison heard the squishing sounds as Mary’s delicate finger violated her nether hole. And both of them loved it. Allison was looking into Mary’s eyes as the older woman gently finger fucked her and then inserted another finger

And then, so everyone can hear, she told Mary to make it harder. And, from looking in Mary’s eyes, she knew the other woman needed the verbal humiliation Allison was all too willing to provide.

“Go ahead slut, finger fuck me harder, really give it to that pussy.”

Allison loved it, loved hearing the nasty words and knowing that everyone in the small room had full knowledge that one of their granny lezzies was finger fucking the cunt hole of a truly dazzling woman.

But time was starting to run and Allison knew that she had to have this older woman’s lovely lips plastered to her sex – and soon. There was also the matter of the 60-minute deadline she had given herself and they were already at 38 minutes, leaving not much time to make an exit and get the woman’s face in her crotch. Quickly, she gave Mary further direction and commands, being careful to say it loud enough so others in the room, who were already enraptured by the finger fucking that was going on, could easily hear her.

“Ok slut, now take your fucking fingers out of my twat and clean them up, then we are going to leave and you are going to service me in your car.”

Mary withdrew her fingers with a squelching sound and rapidly brought them to her mouth. Just before she inserted them she smelled the lovely musk from Allison’s juices and then she was tasting them. Mary was as turned on as she had ever been at the very public display of wantonness. She knew that she was violating the club’s rules – although it was a lezzie group, it was discreet – but she had been anything but discreet in finger fucking the gorgeous blonde in front of her fellow club members.

Mary had come to lesbianism late in life, she hadn’t tasted her first pussy until she was 60 years old, but now she truly worshipped pussy and wished she had learned to love it at a much earlier time in her life, a life she now viewed as pathetic and a waste of time. Though mobilbahis she was new to pussy worship, she was sure she wanted to worship Allison’s puffy pussy. And Allison was going to make sure she had the chance.

Once outside Allison said to the older woman, “let’s get to your car pronto, I’ve got something you want and that something wants your face glued to it.”

Mary walked even faster than she had been, goaded on by the vulgar suggestion Allison had made about the younger woman’s twat capturing Mary’s face and knowing that she was in complete agreement with the salacious concept expressed by Allison.

Once at Mary’s car, Allison told Mary to get in the back seat of the Cadillac on the driver’s side. Allison stood outside with the passenger door open and proceeded to do a mild strip tease, as much to turn herself on as the older lady. Soon, she was standing naked in plain view of Mary, naked with the exception of her high heels. Mary was awestruck by the nude beauty standing outside her car. Allison was standing with her hands behind her head and her legs spread, offering all of her considerable charms up for Mary’s viewing pleasure.

“Like what you see slut?”

And, indeed, Mary did.

“Well, first I need to have you beg and then you can feast on this flesh.”

Mary didn’t hesitate to go along with what was far more than a request, Mary viewed it as a command from the blonde young woman.

“Please Allison, let me orally service you, oh hell, please let me eat your twat.”

Allison was pleased with the continuing subservience and obedience Mary was displaying. Allison was pleased to have found a new slut. And she was becoming wetter and wetter; not only because of what a slut Mary appeared to be but also because of the thoughts of how she might add other members of Mary’s family as her subbies as well. But that was far in the future, now was the time to focus on further training for Mary.

Allison climbed into the back seat of the big Cadillac, ending up with her legs spread and one high heel on the front seat and one on the rear. In that position, her completely bald twat was spread wide, her hole clearly and openly exposed to Mary’s horny gaze. Allison had no trouble seeing the naked lust in the 65-year-old woman’s eyes and it really amazed her as she had always thought that older people had no libido at all. Mary was testament to the silliness of that notion.

Allison was really turned on as well and as she looked deeply into the eyes of the older woman she could clearly see the wanton sex hunger gazing back at her. Allison’s twat was openly leaking on the leather seat of the Cadillac, dripping her sweet sex juices onto the expensive leather. Allison was additionally turned on by the prospect of a woman who was three times her age worshipping her pussy. Allison couldn’t resist the temptation to domme the drooling senior.

“Ok you old bag, worship your better, show us which one of us is superior and which one is inferior.”

With her tongue close to Allison’s twat, Mary was about to do just that, as Mary knew there would be no reciprocation, that this would be a strictly one-sided affair. Mary knew she would be the pussy worshipper and that Allison was to be worshipped. As Allison reached out her right hand to guide Mary’s face to its landing pad, she also glanced at the Rolex watch on her left wrist and noted that she still had about eight minutes to meet her 60-minute goal. But not by much. So Allison moved her right hand more quickly than she might have under other circumstances and brought Mary’s head to her crotch.

“There now Mary, you are just where you want to be, eating my pussy. This is so fucking sexy, a grandmother eating my twat, a woman three times my age dining on my pussy, gawd I love it.”

And Mary’s tongue made the electric contact with Allison’s glorious pussy, a lovely feeling that Allison cherished. The feel of a subbie’s tongue on her pussy was always most thrilling the first time it mobilbahis giriş happened. Allison knew that it was because of the nasty way she felt about sex, having another supplicant at her altar of a pussy was always best on initial contact, even if the pussy worshipper got more skilled as time went along. Allison just loved sex nasty and she had realized years earlier that it had to be nasty for her to enjoy it. So whether it was a woman worshipping her shit hole or a grandma dining on her pussy, there had to be a kink in it for Allison to really get off.

After the initial contact, Allison continued to grind her cunt into my Mary’s face as the attractive grandmother continued to lick and suck on her clit. Mary’s tongue traveled up and down Allison’s bare-shaven labia, driving the young domme closer to her climax. Mary then found Allison’s vagina and stabbed her tongue in as Allison not too gently moved her hand to the back of Mary’s head and ground the grandmother’s face further and further into her cunt. Mary realized that she was having trouble breathing, that she was being suffocated with Allison’s pussy, and that Allison was doing it intentionally to stop Mary from getting any air. Mary tried to pull her head back when all of a sudden Allison quivered, exploding into a climax. Her moans filled the air in the back seat of the plush Cadillac. Allison backed off slightly so Mary could breathe. But her relaxation didn’t last for long.

“Lick my pussy again, baby. Don’t stop now. That feels so fucking good. I love the way you lick me,” Allison taunted Mary as she came down from her massive climax. “That’s it, lick me clean. Pretend that it’s your pussy being licked”

Mary licked all of Allison’s juices, cleaning her thoroughly. Mary’s pussy ached with desire. Her neglected clit was throbbing. Allison was not done and had no intention of reciprocating for Mary. Allison wanted another climax.

“You know what to do Mary. GET BUSY.”

Mary ran her tongue up and down the length of Allison’s pussy again, paying special attention to her clit. Allison forced her cunt into the older woman’s face again, but gave Mary room to probe deeper with her tongue.

“Gawd, I love what your tongue is doing to me. That tongue of yours is absolutely awesome, that’s it, flick my clit with the broad swab of your tongue, get it in there, get my juices, eat me!!!” .

Mary was aroused as well, very aroused and she continued to eat the younger woman’s pussy as if it were her last meal. Mary continued, driving her tongue deeper into Allison’s fuck hole. Mary’s own pussy was quivering and leaking into her panties, some of her juices were starting to run down her leg.

Suddenly, Allison grabbed Mary’s head and ground her twat onto the grandmother’s face Mary’s tongue continued to snake in and out of Allison’s hole. As Mary’s nose was being forced onto Allison’s clit, Allison began another climax, this one stronger than the first; she loved getting off on the grandmother’s tongue, mouth, lips and nose. And then it is on Allison; she was cumming again, loving how this older lady had brought her two quick and terrific cums so close together. For the moment, she was sated, her hunger satisfied.

Allison, though, could see that Mary had worked herself up and she figured she ought to let Mary have some relief.

“Ok you little slut bitch, if you want, I’ll let you hump yourself on my leg, but that’s as much as I’ll ever do for you.”

Mary scrambled to take advantage of Allison’s offer and without even removing her panties began to frantically hump Allison’s gorgeous leg, grinding her sopping panties into the luscious flesh of the young woman whom she had so heartily served. Once the grandmother quaked to a cum, she looked up at Allison like a little puppy, with adoring eyes.

Allison’s eyes, in turn, were cold and uncaring, not giving a shit about the cunt licker in front of her, only about her own sexual needs. And her plans for involving Mary’s family in satisfying those drives.

For now, she would let Mary down slowly and gently.

“Ok grandma, now let’s talk about how you can continue to service me.”

But what she really meant was how Mary’s family could be turned into a flock of cuntlickers and asshole worshippers for her own pleasure.

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It was the spring of 1995, I was 18 and growing up in suburbia. I was walking down the tree lined street with shaded sidewalks heading to the store to pick up some snacks. The street was long and straight and the tall Oak and Maple trees were just leafing out. It was a sunny but chilly day after rain had fallen the night before and I avoided the worms that had been flooded out of the lawns and were now crawling along the sidewalk.

I was about half a mile from my house, and a little further than that from the store. I usually avoided this street because of one of the kids who lived here. But I was going to a new store that had opened and this was sort of the only way to get there. The kid who I refer to was a typical bully, his name was Marcus or something. His parents were never around and he had an older brother with some kind of loud muscle car and a couple of asshole friends who seemed to always be with him. He was a year younger than me, but a lot bigger. Of course pretty much everyone was bigger than me. I was definitely a late bloomer, still had a baby face and looked much younger than 18.

I stepped off the curb to cross a quiet side street and WHOOSH! A basketball passed inches in front of my face. It scared the heck out of me and I froze. Then I heard the sound of sneakers pounding on the pavement coming towards me. Sure enough, it was bully kid followed by one of his goofy, dirty friends. “Watch out you pansy! You almost hit my ball.” he said, in that condescending asshole way that people like him talk. Of course his friend laughed. I fought my instinct to run. I’m an adult, I thought to myself. As soon as I caught my breath after being surprised I tried to keep on walking, hoping to avoid any trouble.

“Where are you going pansy?” he said. I kept walking but he ran up to me and grabbed my arm and stopped me with a jerk.

“Owwwwwe, stop it!” I whined, “Leave me alone!”

He looked shocked and surprised, but within a second, he and his friend began to laugh hysterically. I had squealed and sounded just like the pansy he thought I was. I immediately flushed bright red and turned to get away. He grabbed my arm, harder this time and threw me to the ground. I landed on the soggy, muddy grass strip between the street and the sidewalk and he was immediately on top of me. I was on my back and he was straddling my chest giving me little slaps on my face as the wet ground soaked my clothes.

“What a pussy. He said. “Aren’t you older than me?” he taunted. I just looked up at him, hoping this would all be over soon. “You look like a girl.” He said pinching both of my cheeks.

I couldn’t move, his knees were pinning my arms and he was way too heavy for me. He kept slapping my face, not really hard but still kind of painful.

“My brother told me what they call you in school.” SLAP! “Little Dicky.” SLAP! “Is that right?” SLAP! “Do you have a little tiny dicky?” SLAP! “Answer me!” SLAP! “Little girly boy has a little girly dicky!” SLAP!

Then I began to cry. I totally lost it. Tears were running down my face and I was blubbering, sniveling, and whining. “Give him a wedgie!” his friend said. And he seemed to like that idea. He rolled me over and pushed my face in the wet grass and reached into the waist band of my pants grabbing my underwear and pulling them all the way up to my shoulders. I yelped and cried, again sounding just like..a girl. Completely soaked, embarrassed and with my underwear burning into my butt crack I laid there and cried.

“Crying like a little girl.” He teased. “Little dicky girly boy.”

“Hey! What the hell is going on out here?” I heard a man yell loudly.

“You’re pathetic, little crying girly boy.” He said as he pushed himself to his feet using the back of my head, forcing my face into the soft, wet ground. Then I heard them as they ran away fast. “Catch you later Little Dicky!” he yelled as he ran off.

“Are you ok?” I heard a man’s voice ask.

Then I felt hands on my arms start to pull me up. I slowly got up as he helped me. Soaking wet, crying with my underwear stretched out of my pants, he looked me over to see if I was hurt as I tried to stuff my underwear back into place. The embarrassment of it all made me cry even more

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“I..I think so.” I said between sobs.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” He said as he gently ushered my up the steps to the house that he had come out of.

He walked me in through the front door, my tears beginning to dry but my whimpering coughs continuing a little bit. He led me up stairs and into a bathroom.

I sat down on the toilet. He stood there for a moment with his hands on his hips, as if he wasn’t sure what he could do. I just sat there in my wet clothes, feeling like a complete fool and idiot. Then he got down on one knee and began taking off my shoes.

“You sure you’re ok? Should I call your mother?” He asked.

I shook my head and mumbled that she wasn’t home and would just get mad at me illegal bahis for not standing up for myself anyway. He turned on the shower and told me to put my wet clothes over by the door so he could wash and dry them then turned and went to leave. Before he left, he turned around and looked at me, I was still crying quietly, more like whimpering really, my head was hung low and my wet hair was plastered to my red cheeks.

“Heeeeey…he said softly. It’ll be ok. You look like a sweet boy, it’ll all be fine.”

Then he closed the door. I took off my wet clothes and put them by the door. I took off my underwear which were ripped and stretched out of shape into something unrecognizable. After I was naked I pushed aside the shower curtain and got into the warm water.

I looked down at myself as the water flowed over me. I hated my body. I was like an 18 year old little boy and worst of all, I did have a little dicky. I knew it was little since summer camp when I was 12. All through high school I had to change in gym class and I had seen other boys naked. They all had penises that were much bigger than mine and they all had hair on theirs. Mine was tiny. It didn’t hang down. It stuck out over my sack like a vienna sausage and right now, being cold and humiliated, it was half that size.

As I stood under the hot water feeling sorry for myself, I continued to look at my body. My body hair, what little of it there was, was blonde and nearly invisible. I wasn’t skinny or fat. I definitely wasn’t muscular. I was kind of doughy. My skin had a thickness to it, there was no definition just shape. I wasn’t even pudgy, just kind of, well… soft. I was fleshy all over, not at all like other boys my age or even younger. My eyes looked down at my little dick, the water from the shower making it look like I was peeing, and I began to cry again.

“Are you ok in there?” I heard as the door opened a crack. “Can I come in?”

I snapped out of my self-loathing haze and turned off the shower as I sniffled up my tears and heard his footsteps on the tile floor. “I’ve got a clean towel for you, nice and warm just out of the dryer.” He said and opened the shower curtain. I jumped, frightened. I didn’t expect him to do that and I immediately put my hands over myself to cover my crotch.

“Here you go.” He said casually and pushed the towel towards me. I saw his eyes go up and down over my body as I reached for the towel. I pulled it back to me quickly and tucked it up under my chin. Partially covering myself and stood there in the chill of the air. His eyes lingered on me for just a moment and he smiled at me for a couple of seconds, then turned around and did something at the sink. I turned and faced the wall to hide my nakedness and then put the towel over my shoulders like a cape and snuggled it back under my chin, closing it tightly in the front. When I turned around I noticed he was looking at me in the mirror. Our eyes met for a split second before his flicked away and he continued to move things around on the counter before turning around to face me.

“I’m Tom.” He said. “Are you ok? Feeling a little better?”

I nodded my head. “Thanks for helping me.” I said shyly.

“Well, it sounded like a woman was getting attacked out there, I had to…” He stopped himself as he saw my face flush and tears well up in my eyes. I dropped my head to the ground.

“Heeeeeey…” he said with that same soothing tone as before. “I didn’t mean…I…”

I sniffled and tears began to roll down my cheeks, again.

“I’m sorry.” He said, stepping closer to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and one under my chin, pushing it up to make me look at him. He then moved his finger across my cheek, moving my hair off of my face and curling behind my ear.

“That kid’s a real punk, and he’s tough. I’d probably scream like that if he was chasing me around too.” He said and smiled warmly at me.

He wiped my tears away with his thumb. “What’s your name he asked?”

“Alex.” I said, sniffling afterwards.

“Well, Alex, you’re a very sweet boy. I think you can stop crying, you’re safe now.” He said.

“I think that boy hurt your feelings more than your body. Is that right?” I nodded, wiping my tears away with the towel. “What was that all about anyway?” He asked.

“It’s nothing, just my destiny. I said sullenly. It happens all the time. Since the 6th grade the kids at school, even the girls make fun of me and push me around.”

“Why is that?” He asked. “You seem like a nice guy.” I shrugged, looking down at the floor wondering whether he had heard the names that the kid had called me. I wanted to run out of there. I wanted to be back in my room at home, alone and safe.

“I dunno.” I said sheepishly.

“Well, he sure did call you some mean things.” He said.

I blushed.

“But you know you shouldn’t feel bad about those things. We can’t help the way our bodies are made. We have to use what we have and be the best we can be.”

I rolled illegal bahis siteleri my eyes. “I had a weight problem when I was younger and got picked on too. But look at me now.” He said.

I looked at him. He seemed like a good looking guy. I mean, I’m no judge of “good looking guys”, but, well he wasn’t fat or ugly.

He put his hands on my shoulders and looked at me. “I think you are pretty special.” He said. “Look how nice your skin is, you have great eyes, such a cute face.”

There was an awkward silence as he stared down at me. Then he moved a thumb across my cheek. He was standing close to me now. He was much taller than me. My face was level with his chest, and he did that thing where he lifted up my chin again. I looked at him and he was looking at me, it was kind of weird.

“Not very many boys are special like you.” He paused, and then said quietly. “So…pretty.”

My face twisted into anger as I looked at him. I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him to fuck off, I’m not like that. But before I got any words out he put his hand up to my mouth.

“Shhhhh…Listen. He said. “Those boys down there, they are about the same age as you right?”

“I’m a year older than them.” I said angrily.

“Wha…(he cleared his throat)…well. Ok.” He stammered. “Well how old are you?” He asked.

“Eighteen.” I said the confidence dropping out of my voice like a deflating ball.

He looked me over before continuing.

“Well look at them. They have muscles, and they are tall, they are strong. That one kid even had a little mustache. They make fun of you because you’re different. Because you’re small, you’re soft and you’re …well, pretty.”

He let that sink in. I didn’t protest this time.

“I’m guessing that the girls make fun of you because you’re cuter than they are”

I shrugged.

“So where does that leave you?” He asked. I shrugged again, feeling like the biggest loser in the world.

“It leaves you stuck in the middle. You’re a middle person. Not really a boy and not a girl. You’re special.”

As his words were sinking in he moved the towel off of one of my shoulders and ran his fingers over my bare skin. “You’re so very soft, so very special.” He said softly.

I stood there in a time warp. Feeling like I was just punched in the gut and told a truth I didn’t want to hear. I turned and looked in the mirror. My hair was still wet, pulled back behind my ears with little half curls moving forward from beneath my lobes, my pale pink shoulder contrasting with the baby blue towel. My face…it was pretty. It wasn’t handsome, it was cute. My eyes were big and blue; my nose was soft and undefined. I looked at Tom’s reflection. Standing there in his jeans and t-shirt, he was a man. Hairy arms, broad chest, His faced was shaved but I could see his beard line. I was so far removed from what he was, I looked completely like a girl next to him.

He watched me watching myself, gently squeezing my shoulder as if he saw my mind turning as my eyes looked back and forth at our reflections.

“Here, let me try something.” He said.

He turned me to face him and gently took hold of the towel from under my chin and being careful to move slowly and not expose me, moved it under my arms. Then he secured it in front of me, like a girl would wear it. The towel squeezed my chest and the skin above it pushed up, giving me the appearance of having small breasts. “There.” He said. “You’re perfect.”

He moved his hands to my waist, squeezing gently, then moved his hands up my sides and back down to my waist. He pulled me into himself tenderly and hugged me.

I don’t know why I didn’t stop him. Well, I guess I do now. But looking back, this was the moment. This is the time I could have shouted at him to leave me alone and I have no doubt that he would have. This was the moment I could have run out of there. But I didn’t, I just let it happen.

“So pretty.” He whispered to me. My head was turned sideways against his chest, facing the mirror, my hands hanging down at my sides, his hands on my hips, kneading softly through the towel. He was pulling me into him. I could feel his dick pushing on my tummy. Through his jeans, though the towel. It was down the side of his pant leg I think. It wasn’t hard, it was just there. I remember thinking about it, I remember feeling it. Did it twitch or move a little? I just remember being aware of it. I remember thinking that this didn’t seem like a hug from my uncle or my grandfather, it felt, well different. He wasn’t pushing himself into me, but he wasn’t giving me a “guy hug” either. This guy had just saved me from getting my ass kicked by the neighborhood asshole, who was younger than me, had rescued me and taken care of me, now I was warm and I felt safe.

For the first time I could remember, I felt safe outside of my house.

We stood there like that for a while, I don’t know, it seemed like awhile, but could have been a couple of minutes. There canlı bahis siteleri was so much going on in my head. And I guess in my body as well.

Then I leaned into him, he felt me relax. I moved my right hand up his torso slowly over his chest and placed it on his shoulder, and then I did the same with my left. We stood there for a moment before he pushed me away from him just a little and leaned down and kissed me.

He kissed me just below my ear. I still touch that spot sometimes and remember the feeling. I remember the sound of it, the smell of him. I felt his hands grip me more forcefully. It felt good. I could feel his dick get bigger and he pushed it towards my tummy while he kissed me. It was like I wasn’t me.

The side of my head was against his chest and he was kissing my head and neck. I watched in the mirror while his hands explored my shoulders, my waist, my back. His touch was sweet. Not rough but forceful and caring. Looking at my reflection in his arms with his body draped over me, his hands roaming and his breath hot in my ear as his lips kissed my neck it was obvious, we did not look like two dudes making out. There was nothing weird about it. We looked like a man and a woman and there was no question about who was which. I’d never been kissed before, I’d never had a girl want to touch me other than to push me or take things from me. Other boys, well they either hit me or pushed me or both. I never had fit in anywhere. But looking in that mirror, I fit in. I fit in Tom’s arms. I didn’t feel sick or weird or confused, I felt special.

He stood up after several minutes of kissing my neck and shoulders and took a deep breath. “Are you ok?” He asked. “I mean, is this ok? Do you like this?”

I nodded. And I think I smiled at him a little. He smiled and asked if I should call my parents and let them know I’m ok. I told him I didn’t need to. That I was 18 and I stay out all day on the weekends and that it was only noon. Wow. Only noon. I had left my house at like 10:30 am. And here I was now in a towel around my chest like a girl and being treated like one by a man whom I had never met and somehow I was ok with it all.

He led me out of the bathroom and down the hallway by my hand. My other hand went up to the fold in my towel to hold it in place. He sat me down on the bed and walked to the other side by the window. I watched him as he did. He sat on the bed across from me, took off his shoes and lay on top of the comforter. I was looking over my shoulder at him.

“Come here.” He said, patting the bed next to him. He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow. I said nothing. I looked at him for a moment. Then I pulled my legs up and scooted onto the bed. Half sitting and half lying down with my knees pulled up and my arms folded over my chest, leaning against the pillows. He smiled at me and reached over and put his hand on my leg. He slowly stroked my lower thigh.

“You’re so soft.” He said under his breath. His hand was big and felt a little rough on my skin. I watched it move up and down my leg.

“Do you like the way I’m touching you?” He asked.

I nodded sheepishly.

He continued rubbing my thigh for a few moments, talking to me sweetly, again telling me how special I was. Telling me how pretty I was. I felt special. No one had been nice to me like this, ever. His hand on my leg felt nice, it was sending tingles through my body. I was pretty motionless, enjoying this strange, unexpected attention. My mind was calm. It’s as if seeing myself next to this man, seeing his big hand on my smooth skin made it all make sense. I had a deep feeling of peace and comfort. I wasn’t scared, I didn’t hate myself. It felt good to be touched like this.

He scooted up closer to me and slid his hand into the folds of the towel, touching my tummy. His hand was chilly and I flinched. He stopped for a moment, gauging my reaction until my body relaxed again. His hand moved around to my side between my ribs and my hip. He squeezed and pulled me closer to him. Then he leaned even closer and kissed me gently on my lips. My hands were holding onto the fold of the towel beneath his, keeping my towel closed above my crotch and my legs were together. His hand was moving up and down along my torso. He was kissing my lips with his. Gently, sweetly and I slowly began to kiss him back. I had never kissed anybody except my mother and relatives.

His kisses were soft, and warm. He tasted like mint. He would suck on my lower lip gently and a few times I felt his tongue brush over my lips. I tried to participate and kiss him back, but it was all I could do to just let him teach me. It was like my body was filled with purple smoke and butterflies. I was tingling everywhere and my head was dizzy, but in a really good way. I wasn’t thinking about anything but his touch. I felt so warm from the inside of me, I was sweating and my heart was beating really fast.

His hand moved out from beneath my towel and he tugged at the knot that was bound over my chest, unfolding the towel from itself. He folded one side away, exposing half of my chest and one nipple. I broke our kiss and looked down, as did he.

“Oh sweetie.” He said with a gasp, as he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

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Usually at this hour the beach was not nearly so deserted as it was now. Only a few lethargic sunbathers remained, and up the coast a little ways you could see a group of local boy engaged in their daily game of fútbol, a sport which to me would always be thought of as soccer.

The sun was beginning its daily descent and submitting readily to dusk which would soon slip quietly and gently into the night. The sky for the first and only time today was distinguished from the blue-green of the water. As the daily phenomenon of nightfall crept upon it there were streaks of pink purple and red-orange making their way across the horizon as the fiery ball of the sun became muted and appeared to slowly drown in the rich waters.

I turned away from the sunset, barely touched by it’s beauty. I had been in Rio for five years now, and although I had tried to assimilate myself into the culture I feared I would always have the sleek healthy appearance of a rich American in a foreign land. I had known poverty in the states and been what the government would have sanctioned as poor, but my arrival in Brazil at the age of 23 had taught me that the way I had lived was leaps and bounds beyond the poverty of the masses in this country. Still it’s beauty and the spirituality of its people had me loving it from the first moment I stepped off of the airplane.

It was two days before Christmas and as my feet traced the steps to our house I found myself reminiscing and reliving the past. As I walked I saw that someone had put a Christmas tree and for the first time it was lighted. Even after all these years of spending holidays here I found the appearance of a Christmas tree odd. The northern fir all luminescent with lights and decorations seemed out of place in the heat, as if someone had put it up as a lark in July, trying for what they thought might be bohemian. I walked along the mosaic sidewalk that smacked of old Portugal influences and thought.

I couldn’t fool my body into my daydream but my mind wandered back to a time when I had lived in New York. I knew it was slightly neurotic the way I was constantly reliving the past but knowing did not cause me to stop. Instead it was reason for worry, I had thought that I wouldn’t start reliving the past until I was middle aged. But here I was wishing for snow, black ice, down coats and the discomfort of a broken radiator in a little tiny apartment with White Christmas blaring from a clock radio, and a table top tree winking away in the night.

I would perhaps have talked to my psychiatrist about this issue had it not been so very personal. The reason I was reminiscing and pining so for the days before I became a best selling mystery author and before Isabel had become a household name was because I missed what we’d had then.

In the first months of our “marriage” I had loved to lie in bed on Sunday mornings watching Isabel slumber. In those days she had loved to sleep until at least eleven. I on the other hand have always been restless and compelled to rise early, fearing that in my slumber life might be passing me by. I would lay in bed and watch her sleep at times dozing back into dreams myself. I couldn’t believe she had agreed to spend the rest of her life with me, just that fact alone kept a smile on my face.

She would rise late and we would eat a breakfast of whatever was in the house. Generally it wasn’t much unless she had gotten a good acting spot and therefore a good check. My check always went to pay rent and some utilities. Isabel was an actress, well a struggling one anyway. In the meantime she waited tables. I was a writer for an up and coming gay and lesbian magazine simply called Pulse. The pay was good enough and besides that they were the only magazine hiring or at least the only one willing to hire me. So there we were

For the two years of our union we had struggled and at times it was a miracle that we had made ends meet, but we had done it. Sometimes we’d had to rob Peter to pay Paul but the important bills were always paid. I was still at Pulse although my real passion was a novel that I was writing on the side. Still I was practical and I knew I had to do what would pay the bills. Right about the time I finished the book, Bella landed a job on soap. We would both laugh until tears ran down our face at the lines her character had to speak but at the show she was the epitome of professionalism and she played the role as if it were a Spielberg movie

As such things go she stayed on the soap for only six months before the character was killed off in a horrible boating accident, of course the body was never found so there was always the hope that she would be recast, but no such luck. Two or three months after her role on the Soap ended she was advised by her agent to go to a casting audition for a movie. Apparently the wife of the producer was a die-hard fan of Bella’s soap illegal bahis and had requested that she be invited to try out. Nearly everyone had taken her as a joke because she had only a few commercials and a daytime drama as background, but after the first audition no one had been laughing. The rest as they say is history. I was genuinely happy for her, why wouldn’t I be when I loved her so? For me things were going less great, every publishing house I’d sent my work to had sent me rejection letters. I literally felt that with each rejection my heart was being ripped out. Nobody wanted a first time author especially in the mystery category. Apparently this genre required a steady fan base and as an unknown I was too risky, I spent my time sulking although I was already working on my next novel. This one wasn’t a mystery instead it was a bodice ripper with barely any content and predictable results. This book only took only a few months to pen, instead of the year and a half I’d spent slaving over research and forensic science books for my first novel.

I’d sent it to the romance peddlers under the pen name Bella S. Menina Barely anyone got the joke but the book was published. The book in my mind felt like some sort of cosmic joke, I was laughing all the way to the bank with the royalties’ check.

Eventually I’d had enough money to self publish and print my books. Selling them hadn’t been a problem, once I got an up and coming actress who also happened to be my wife to endorse them. After I had an underground “cult” following publishing houses had been falling all over themselves trying to pick me up.

At the time struggling hadn’t seemed quite so quaint as it did in retrospect, but at least I’d had Bella to struggle with and that made it bearable. Now we were both living our dreams but the togetherness was gone. Sure we lived in the same house, hell we even shared a bed but the bond that had once been the strongest thing in my life seemed weak and frail. I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly made me feel at once too comfortable and quite uncomfortable with the woman I had loved for eight years.

Bella had wanted, no needed to move to Brazil to care for her ailing father dying too young from skin cancer. Years of working bare back in the Caribbean sun without the protection of SPF had proved to be his demise.

She had put her flourishing career on hold to care for a man she barely knew; Not coming with her had not even been an option in my mind. After we’d gotten here we had both fallen in love with the landscape as well as the people. We had decided to stay on even after the death of Bella’s father. The reasons were far less superficial than a liking for the tropical atmosphere, in support of the Movimento dos Trabalhadores Rurais Sem Terra, or the MST Bella had chosen to live on the land that her father owned. By doing so she could ensure that the land would be used to contribute to the advancement of the Brazilian economy. Instead of being used for crops that would be used only for export. In such cases where export was the main goal the economy took a beating, since the sale of the crops would benefit only the owners of the land on which the crops grew (which would be foreign corporations).

The gesture at the time seemed like a small step toward equality had actually proved to be the first block to the building an empire. In five years we had used our money to buy adjoining land and obscure plots in outer lying areas. Only 20 percent of the crops were used for export, which more than paid for the upkeep of the land and farming. The rest was used internally. Sure we could have made much more money exporting all of the crops but money wasn’t the issue, really. Together the property we owned supported the economy of at least three small villages and our capital and land gains grew with each year. Our plan was to divide the land and “rent” it at reasonable prices. We still wanted to maintain ownership to make sure the land didn’t fall into the hands of foreign corporations a piece at a time.

Everything should have been going well and on the surface it even seemed to be, but when we touched I couldn’t feel the spark I’d once known and Bella would stiffen as my hands brushed over her, causing me to draw back. The look in her eyes was like she half expected me to continue, mixed with a vague sort of disgust. The look hurt me more than her refusal, I’d never had to take what had been given so freely before and I sure as hell wasn’t going to force her.

I couldn’t understand what was happening was it me? Or was it her? Walking through the front door I entered our house. Everything was too bright and too warm and too cheery. I could feel the sweat starting between my breasts and near my hairline. I wondered why I hadn’t been sweating so outside. Or perhaps I had and just failed to notice. I could see Bella sitting in a white robe on the couch in the living room. I paused to watch her, Her once dark hair had been streaked with honey illegal bahis siteleri blonde and lightened a bit, it fell around her face in untamed waves. Cascading past her shoulders and stopping just under her breasts. I loved to run my hands through that hair from root to tips, or I used to anyway. Her skin was dark belying her ethnicity, and her eyes were hazel the exact same color as honey.

She must have felt my eyes on her because she looked up, from the magazine she had been reading. “Hey baby where have you been?”

“I was taking a walk.”

“Oh.”

She went back to reading as I walked down the hall. There was a time when my brown eyes alone would have pulled her off the couch and into my arms. By the time I got to our room I was crying. Bella followed much later and when she entered I was under the thin sheet pretending to be asleep. She dropped her robe to the ground and the sheets rustled faintly as she slipped into bed completely naked. I turned to face her running my fingers over her hip to cradle her against me. Her body stiffened, I could somehow tell it was the kind of stiffness that came with an unwanted touch and not the type that came with sexual arousal. I don’t know why I constantly sought this rejection, I had perhaps hoped with the holidays upon us things would be different. I pulled my hands away got up. Without a word between us I rose and left our room going down the hall to one of the many guestrooms. I stood in front of the full-length mirror examining myself, I was still pretty enough, and at least I thought I was. I was as thin as I’d ever been although my breasts were a little to full for my frame they were still firm, my stomach was flat and my dark skin was unflawed still. My black hair was a little unruly but such had been the case since my childhood

For the first time I let it come to my mind that this was the beginning of the end for us. I wondered if there was someone else, but I knew there wasn’t. Bella was honest to a fault. She would never take up with someone else while we were still together. Somehow I wished there were someone else because it would have been so much easier to blame the situation on someone else than to realize it was the two of us. Or worse yet maybe it was me.

She was away a lot at first I had traveled with her, when her career took off again, but more and more now I had begun to stay home. It was easier to pretend things were fine with her so far away. I couldn’t stand the coldness that filled the space between us. I missed her all the time now though even when she was home, even when she was in our bed. I cried myself to sleep as I had for countless nights and hoped tomorrow would bring change.

When I woke the next morning she was sitting in an armchair across from the bed. She was curled up like a sleeping child wrapped in the sheet that she must have brought with her. In the eight years we’d been lovers we had never slept apart when we were in the same house. I smiled and I wanted to wake her and tell her to get in the bed, but I couldn’t bear the rejection that might have resulted. Instead I lay awake as I had done in the beginning and watched her. When she stirred I closed my eyes regulating my breathing as though I were asleep, she reached out and touched my face. I had a feeling she knew I wasn’t sleeping but she didn’t say a word, she just turned and swept quietly from the room. I wanted to cry again, it seemed like I’d cried more in the past few months than I had in all my 28 years.

On Christmas Eve we were to attend a party, I didn’t really want to go but I couldn’t bear the thought of spending Christmas Eve alone. Bella wore a yellow dress cut almost to the point of indecency in the back and dipping low in the front. The ties around the neck seemed precarious at best and with the flick of a hand could be undone. Her hair was swept into a simple elegant knot at the base of her neck. The contrast of the yellow material on her brown skin made my heart skip a beat. She looked beautiful and elegant though not at all like the girl I had married. My dress was a simple white sleeveless affair that stopped mid thigh. I felt awkward in it. Since I had begun to worry so much over our relationship I had turned my plate down, more and more. My already lean frame had become at least in my eyes too thin, not so thin as to be gaunt but thin enough to go from wearing a size seven to a size four. In the car Bella slipped her hand into mine and for a moment my heart soared. I looked at her for a moment studying her profile before speaking.

“You look beautiful.”

She smiled briefly “You do too.”

Her words seemed more reflexive than genuine, but her fingers tightened in mine and she turned and looked into my eyes. I wanted very badly to kiss her but the car had stopped in front of the lavish villa where the party was to be held and before the driver could round the car to open the door she was out. I nearly tumbled onto the mosaic driveway because I had canlı bahis siteleri been leaning toward her. I regained my balance and stepped out trying to arrange my face into a cordial carefree mask, I wondered if anyone would notice that my heart was breaking. Inside of the party I located her with my eyes and spent the whole of the evening watching her, and drinking more than I should have. The house was air conditioned and the CD of American carols that was playing seemed out of place in the roomful of people dressed for tropical weather. At one point during the evening quite by accident I suppose we found ourselves standing beneath the entrance of the dining room where a light dinner had been served. The hostess of the party, an American socialite who visited Brazil to escape the cold Manhattan winters pointed above our heads. “You’re under the mistletoe.” It seemed I would finally have my kiss, Bella leaned forward hesitantly and brushed a kiss across my lips and leaned back tossing the hostess a smile. Bella had never been chaste with public displays of affection nor had she been ashamed of our sexuality and her brief kiss felt more like an insult than a victory. I would have much preferred a slap across the face, at least then my indignation wouldn’t have seemed so petty.

When the woman departed I told Bella that I was going home and would send the car back for her. She shrugged and said a cold goodbye.

At home I stripped off the dress tossing it to the floor, before taking a shower. The heat and the alcohol I’d consumed made me tired but I couldn’t sleep. Instead I sat on the couch in the living room waiting for her return; I sat there for hours staring into space even daydreaming couldn’t sooth the ache that started in my heart. When she opened the door I felt relived, just to see her I realized I had half expected her not to return. My fears were inexplicable but overwhelming just the same. She went into the bedroom without giving me a second glance, I pretended to myself that maybe she hadn’t seen me, that would have been easier to believe if she hadn’t looked right at me, and walked away.

I followed after her, needing to be near her although the fact that she didn’t have the same need was tearing me up. She had already removed her dress and donned a robe by the time I got there. She was at present removing the hairpins that had held her chignon all night. Her hair cascaded down her back as I sat on the end of the bed watching her. She was pulling the silver hairbrush I had gotten her years ago roughly through her hair. I was hypnotized by the waves in her hair straightening then snapping back once the brush left them.

The words slipped from my lips although I hadn’t meant them to. I wasn’t ready for what the words could bring, but it was too late.

“We need to talk.”

She stopped brushing her hair and stood there with her back to me although I could see her eyes in the reflection of the mirror. She met my eyes for a brief moment in the glass, and then without warning she threw the brush at the image of the two of us. I was stunned Bella had a temper but she had never been one to have tantrums. I was trying to understand why she was so upset but nothing came to mind. She whirled around to face me hands on her hips. “Is there someone else?” Again I was stunned, and my surprise caused me to stammer.

“I don’t…What? No..”

She dropped her arms looking defeated.

“I knew it. Damn it.” She was screaming but the anger was gone, or at least dormant as she started to cry. I stood closing the space between us. I wanted to shake some sense into her but I just rested my hands on her shoulders and searched her eyes.

“Why would you think that?” She didn’t say a word so I continued. “In the past eight years have I ever given you a reason to doubt me? Have you ever tasted anyone but you on my lips?”

“Don’t be vulgar.”

“There’s absolutely nothing vulgar about what I do to you.”

“Fine then if it’s not someone else what the hell is it Liz? Are you and I through? Do you not love me anymore?”

I hadn’t thought I could be anymore shocked than I had been a moment ago, but clearly I was wrong.

“Of course I love you Isabel, more than anything, but you can hardly stand the sight of me. You never want me to touch you anymore. I feel like a goddamn peeping Tom if I accidentally see you naked… “

I had more to say but she cut me off.

“I’m not your sex object. Don’t you get it? I want more than sex, you never want to talk anymore or hold hands or do anything all you want is sex. I want someone who wants to know how my day was or what I think, I’m a sex object to half of Hollywood I thought I meant more to you.”:

“Baby you mean everything to me but..”

“But what?”

“I don’t know, I thought maybe you were tired of something or me. I don’t talk to you because I don’t know how anymore. You seemed so distant so removed and I was so afraid that if we talked, really talked you would tell me it was over.”

I was crying too, I wanted to hug her but I wasn’t sure if the physical contact would be acceptable. Bella solved the problem by hugging me. Her lips were near my ear and still her voice was almost inaudible.

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I was becoming frustrated and tired. It was stuffy in the little office with the door closed, and I was starting to get a headache from the long drinking session. I was also desperately aroused and all I could think about was what it would be like to kiss her. She and I had spent an hour dancing around each other in ever decreasing circles and I was dizzy from it. I felt it was time to move on to the “all fall down” part of the game, and I wanted Fabienne to fall down with me without further ado. I was so drunk that I was entirely beyond caring about consequences, or morals, or safe sex, or any of that killjoy rubbish.

I stood up as best I could and grabbed the door handle, throwing the flimsy door open. The chill, musty air from the dark warehouse billowed around me and into the room and I felt slightly refreshed. Fabienne just watched me, glass in hand, her eyelids heavy. In fact, I observed with some alarm, she looked very sleepy indeed. That would not do at all. I took matters into my own hands then, took control of the situation, and made the first move.

The move I made took me around the big wooden desk and sat me on her side of it, directly before her as she sat slumped in her chair. I opened my legs and planted a black high heeled boot on each armrest. In a sort of daze, my fingers moving through invisible treacle, I started to unbutton my shirt slowly. It was black silk, short sleeved and tailored at the waist; and when I undid the last button it fell open in a very pleasing way, revealing my full breasts and my best black lace bra. Strange how one feels one ought to dress up for the dead. Fabienne, the epitome of cool nonchalance, smiled and stood up on cue, shaking her head, and ran her index finger along the inside seam of my trouser leg. She stopped just before it reached the crotch.

“Well now.” She breathed a thick cloud of whiskey into my face. “Someone’s got themselves into a right state haven’t they?” And with that she deftly plucked control of the situation from my hands and tucked it back into her trouser pocket where it belonged. I blushed, but at the same time I felt shameless. I was not about to apologise for what I wanted, not this time. It was too important. I met her eyes defiantly.

“Is this what you want?” She slid her hands inside my unbuttoned shirt and took hold of my waist, idly massaging my flesh as we regarded each other intently. I felt such strength in those hands. “Is it? Suzanne?” Fabienne whispered my name in my ear, burying her face in my neck, and I felt a hot trickle of desire run out of me and soak my knickers. I caught my breath as her lips traversed my collarbone and caressed my throat, my hands gripping her short brown hair, keeping her close to me. “Oh god…” I moved forwards so that I was perched on the very edge of the desk and she responded by pressing her thigh firmly between my spread legs. My swollen clitoris pulsed wantonly against the hard muscle. She pulled back and grinned at me, her lips mere inches from mine, but I was beyond grinning. My eyes were glazed and my mind was completely focused on just one thing.

“Kiss me,” I said.

We kissed and I thought my heart would stop. Our lips never parting, Fabienne hurriedly undid my belt and tore open my trouser buttons. I stood up and between us we wriggled and wrenched them down over my hips. The black cotton fell to my ankles and then – oh sweet Jesus! Her fingers were inside me. I felt her urgency, her desire as strong as my own. She pulled my panties down with her free hand and pushed me back onto the desk so I was lying with my knees up by my shoulders, and she screwed me right there in the basement at work with my boots on and my knickers round my ankles. And I moaned like a whore because I was drunk and coming and I loved her truly, madly and deeply; and because there was no one to hear me but her.

“Suzanne!” she murmured as my cunt contracted around her hand and I found the oblivion that I had known all along I would find at the ends of her fingers. “Oh god, Suzanne. Suzanne. Suzanne…”

“SUZANNE!” I woke up violently in the all-consuming panic that one only feels when one is expectedly shouted at whilst deep in a drunken slumber. Or when one has fallen asleep at work and been discovered. In this particular instance the two had occurred as one. It was Maureen the cleaning lady and I was slumped over a table in the photography studio with my face on the light box. “You’re dribbling, love,” she said kindly. She had a vacuum cleaner in hand. “I didn’t want to scare you!” she said, nodding at it, as if the sudden screech of it starting up would have been any less pleasant to awaken to than the screech of her voice in my ear.

I was completely canlı bahis şirketleri disorientated and I felt horrendous after the wine – I looked at my watch – over two hours ago. It was long past knocking off time and I had no memory of going into the studio at all. I sat for a few minutes as the hoover droned around me, my head pounding, trying to recall. I could just remember getting into the lift; after that, blank. And my wonderful, powerful, amorous relationship with Fabienne the Dispatch Supervisor? Essentially blank also. I went into the toilets and cried alcoholic tears of frustration at the awful chicanery of dreams, and then I drove home very badly and went to bed where I was wilfully nostalgic about my lost encounter with the woman I loved. I masturbated about someone for the first time in years.

The next day I woke a clear two hours before the alarm feeling fine but oddly empty. The sun was creeping into the sky in the east, clawing at dawn’s pale skin with spindly orange fingers. I ducked through the shower, pulled on my suit, grabbed my bag and a pre-packaged breakfast bar and set off to walk to work. I hadn’t eaten properly since lunch the previous day but I wasn’t hungry in the slightest. I was dreadfully in love with a woman at work who I’d spent all of an hour-and-a-half with at a wake and then gone off and had major sex with several times without her knowledge. I needed to think.

It took me nearly two hours, but I scarcely noticed the distance. The sun was shining and the air was crisp, and most of the city was still in bed. It was quite beautiful. I resolved to get up at sparrows’ fart more often. And as I walked through the gates and up the steps still deep in thought, who should come strolling out of the cycle racks but…Fabienne herself. To say I was torn would be an understatement – I wanted to sink quietly into the ground whilst simultaneously running up and jumping on her. I blushed crimson as some kind of a compromise. She approached as I stood rooted to the spot, grinning hugely. I silently chided myself. Of course she couldn’t know what I was thinking! “Well, morning…Suzanne right?” she asked affably, returning my grin. I willed my mouth to work normally and thankfully it did. “Hey Fabienne!” I said. “You’re in early.”

“Usual time for us lot!” she replied cheerfully, her eyes sparkling. I seemed to amuse her. We walked into the building together in awkward companionship, like one does when one just made a friend. “Why you so early?” Because I’ve been obsessing about you all night. “I, uh… Just woke up too early, thought I’d walk in.”

“Where d’you live?”

“East Park.” She stopped dead in the middle of the lobby and looked at me in disbelief. “Fuck me!” she said. Daniel The Receptionist blinked. Oh god yes please… Stop it! “You?”

“Not that far! High Green, you know? Round there.”

“Yeah, I know. There’s a really nice restaurant there, on Central Road.”

“What, Da Vinci’s? Whoa, bit posh for me mate!” Fabienne winked at me. I smiled at her and suddenly she was gone and we were having dinner at 8.

The day dragged and dragged, as one might imagine – as it does when one has a first date in the offing and no idea how on earth it will pan out. When one is full to bursting with need and expectation and fear and anxiety and desire with a great big red welt of love across one’s heart already. I burned for her all day long. I drove myself crazy. It was all I could do to stop myself slipping out of the studio and into the lift to the basement to try to catch a glimpse of her unobserved. When five-thirty finally rolled around I dropped everything in a most uncharacteristic manner and raced down to the bus stop, wishing for all the world that I’d come in the car. It would take me at least an hour-an-a-half to get home, I calculated, public transport notwithstanding, so I’d have about forty minutes to get ready before getting a bus to High Green. The adrenaline high was exhausting.

In the bedroom I had an attack of the Bridget Joneses trying to choose underwear, which ate up twenty of the forty minutes I had, and then I was out the door and back to the bus stop like a lovestruck teenager. Fortunately I didn’t have to waste time doing my hair – it was short and bleached and stayed put in a force ten gale thanks to the wonders of modern gel technology. I paced the bus shelter like a mad woman in my best red evening dress, black jacket and boots, cursing the council as bus after bus roared past, until eventually the Number 8 shuddered to a halt and I leapt on board. I had just over nine minutes for a twenty-minute ride.

As I trotted up to the restaurant in complete panic and disarray, ten minutes late, canlı kaçak iddaa Fabienne was just going inside. I caught up with her in the doorway and the relief was evident on both sides. “Ah,” she said, and opened the door for me. “I was starting to think you were gonna stand me up!”

“I’m really sorry!” I babbled. “I came on the bus.” She raised an eyebrow at my inadvertent double-entendre and I melted into her eyes. “Surely not,” was her laconic reply. The maitre d’ seated us by the window. Fabienne and I looked at our menus for a while in silence. It was excruciating and exhilarating all at once. He came for our drinks order and after half a double gin and tonic I started to feel a little more in command of the situation.

“So what you gonna have?” I chirped. Fabienne eyed me over the top of her menu. “Um, I don’t speak Italian,” she muttered sheepishly. Oh god. I felt momentarily embarrassed as I realised she was way out of her comfort zone being in this place; until I realised that that fact put me in charge of the evening rather nicely. I put my menu down and she did the same. “Well…” We put our heads together over the small table and I could smell her hair. I wanted to nuzzle my head against hers and lose myself in her scent. “The fish is excellent. Or the pizza…”

“Order for me?” Fabienne gazed imploringly at me and I had no choice but to put my hand over hers where it rested on the checked cloth and smile back at her. I felt the ring before I saw it.

Fabienne’s partner worked out of town, it transpired, and was rarely at home. They had been together for seven years and it seemed that Fabienne had the proverbial itch. She filled me in over coffee and I had no idea what to feel about it. We had been flirting all evening. We’d been flirting since we met, but this roadblock of a revelation stopped me dead in my tracks. Oh, but she could flirt! Fabienne flirted like a pro whilst still managing to maintain an air of child-like innocence and naivete. She knew exactly which strings she was pulling, what game she was playing, at all times. And she was playing to win. I never did understand how she did it. My own method of flirting seemed so ham-fisted and obvious in comparison – an elephant playing hide-and-seek with a hummingbird. But now…the choice was mine as the bill came. I paid it and we stood up as the waiter brought our jackets and wished us a pleasant evening. How hard honesty is to bear.

The street outside was damp and cold and dead and I shivered with the temperature change. We’d chatted and laughed and stared our way through a nice Chianti and a couple of large ports each and chill air was heavy with possibilities. Fabienne was with me, close and warm, her arm around my waist. Did I care she was technically spoken for? I debated this while we waited for the taxi, and all the way back to her bedroom. I pondered a little more as I stripped her naked and marvelled at her firm, muscular body; I considered it further whilst I cupped her succulent breasts in my hands and brought my mouth to each of her solid nipples in turn…and then I forgot about everything as I worked my fingers up her soaking cunt and licked her ’til she gave me her submission.

We were like animals that night, taking our frustrations out on each others’ bodies. Fabienne strapped on her cock and more or less dragged me by the hair to the dining room, where she swept everything off the table and bent me over. I spread for her and she penetrated me roughly, pressing each thrust home as deep as she could. I ached for her, I begged for her to make me come and she fucked me ’til I collapsed in tears. Back in the bedroom, I tied her to the bedframe with my stockings and made love to every inch of her sweating body until she writhed against her restraints, splintering one of the wooden struts on the headboard as she broke free to press my face against her clit in climax. She was magnificent. We both slept through the next day and missed work entirely.

So began my life with Fabienne. It lasted all of nine weeks. We were together almost every night, ravaging each other, and sometimes in the day as well. She would come up to my studio when I texted her and I would lock the door and put on the red light. It would start with some photographs and end with her on top of me on the hard floor, fully clothed, one hand inside my knickers and the other clamped over my mouth. I could feel her in every orifice all the time and the memories would make me as wet as if she were there touching me.

My work at that time was inspired – by Fabienne. I got a rise and my images were used for a major billboard campaign. The creativity poured out of me into every project I touched: and it was all canlı kaçak bahis because of wonderful, amazing her. I didn’t understand it and I didn’t try to. She, on the other hand, had several warnings and went before her senior manager twice for being absent from her post without good reason. That was half my fault: we would lose ourselves in the stacks of shipping crates and I would screw her with a condom-covered aerosol can, slowly, my eyes fixed on hers, filling her with my makeshift cock until she lost control.

One evening in a bar she asked me, “Why do you want me?” I thought for a moment, then I took the serviette from the table and a pen from my inside pocket and I wrote. I handed the paper to her as I went off to the toilet. It read: ‘My fiery muse, you are then one who drives me. I only burn from your spark. PS I love you.’ When I sat back down her eyes were unreadable. “Now you have to eat that,” I told her, “because I don’t want anyone to know you’re the reason I’ve become a success!” Fabienne just tucked the napkin into her pocket and didn’t say a thing about it.

If she ever loved me I never knew it, and it was over as suddenly as it had begun – she just wasn’t there one day. I drove round to her house after work and there was no answer. I found out through a friend in HR that she’d quit with no notice “for personal reasons” and that she was leaving the area in a hurry – and other than her bank details for final salary payment they had nothing on her. She didn’t answer my texts, the To Let sign went up on her house after a few days…she vanished from my life just as strikingly as she had entered it. And the text message two weeks later that simply said “I’m so sorry” did nothing to ease my pain.

After she’d left I would do all kinds of things to try to keep her with me. I bought her favourite teabags, and when I drank that tea I would imagine that I was somehow drinking her. When I passed a department store in town, I would wander into the fragrance concessions and spray her scent onto my neck so I could smell her near me. It was a powerful reminiscent. I kept the last work shirt she had worn, kept it from the wash, kept it with me in bed at night and buried my face in it until it was damp with lonely tears. I went into therapy and ended up talking about her more than anything else, although that was not why I had gone there. And I grinned each time I spoke her name, for years. My love for Fabienne was impregnable and insurmountable and I thought I would die from it.

She was my second heart, nestled deep alongside my own; an insistent and untiring pulse within me. She drove me and filled me, she was a vital part of me. I felt her inside me always, in everything I did, in every thought and feeling; a sweet voice in my head and a constant pounding throughout my entire body. Fabienne was at the centre of my inner world from day one. She never left me; not really.

And she was outside me too: all around me every hour of every day, simultaneously by my side and right behind me, pushing me forwards and holding my hand. I felt her strong arms around me, her hand on my shoulder… her breasts against my back, her soft lips in my hair. In my bed at night she would hold me tight and close and we would lie together like two spoons while I tried to fall asleep. Still and silent…until the heat and the wetness between my legs became too much to bear and I was aching and throbbing for her touch. Her fingers would find my nipples then, brushing against the hardness she had provoked there, and the passion would surge from me to her and take us both down like a great wave. Fabienne would roll me over and move on top of me, spreading my legs with her own, and look down gently into my eyes. A thousand words could never contain what was said between us in those looks.

She made love to me every night – slowly or urgently, tenderly or roughly, in any way I wanted, tailoring her responses to the needs she felt erupting within my body. She could bring me to orgasm with a kiss. When I was sated I would fall into a heavy slumber and she would enter my dreams and enter me again, and again. I came in my sleep many times at her hand, or on her tongue, waking wet and tingling and smiling. My head and my fingers more than made up for what my body was missing when she wasn’t there any more.

It’s fair to say I idolised her. I added finer points to her where there were none, and I cushioned myself from her sharp edges. Fabienne was a rough diamond to be sure, but she always shone for me, and brighter than any other I have ever found. No one will ever take her place in my heart, of this I am certain. You see, in every person’s life there will be one love which affects, which cruelly afflicts, more than all the others – it may be the first love, it may be the love you die clinging onto at the age of a hundred. It will leave a tiny wound so deep it will not heal. Other loves will scar, but this one – The One – simply bleeds forever.

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I stood there, captivated by the tingling energy I had felt when we made eye contact. I began dropping my gaze from her lips and noticed that she was breathing huskily too… Her shoulders were rising and falling and the constant smooth expanding and contracting of her chest was making her nipples push up against the sheer blue satin shirt she was wearing. I moaned quietly, biting my lip and closing my eyes; fighting the magnetism between us and denying my every instinct to walk to her and run my hands along the sides of her body.

Rooted to the spot, I kept my eyes closed for a few moments, trying to contain my rasping breath and will away the throbbing in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, she was standing in front of me. She slowly reached out and took my hand, and at the moment I felt the contact between our skin it was like my entire body imploded into this tugging of lust. She looked at me shyly and ran her hand up my arm until it settled down on the nape of my neck.

I can’t even remember how long I’d been fantasizing about this experience, my first time with a woman. I’ve always been straight, internet casino I know that much. But there is something about the sensitivity and sensation that can only exist between two women that had always been my secret that I had been longing to try. I met her, this goddess that was standing in front of me three weeks ago. I didn’t even remember how we ended up organising that but I no longer cared. All I wanted was her.

“Hi,” she whispered. I didn’t trust myself to look at her. I was yearning, trying desperately to maintain my grasp on all my logical thoughts which were turning to liquid and pooling into a place deep inside of me with every second that passed.

“Just tell me to stop if you need to” her voice was sultry, flirtatious and somehow every word that passed through her lips turned me on even more. Then, she began to inch her lips closer to mine in a cruelly slow manner that almost had me begging, her lips stopped so close to mine that with every breath we took, our lips would rub against one another’s.

“Please…” the word escaped my lips sounding like a whimper, it seemed that was all the motivation she needed and she ran her hands shockingly quickly up my sides and resting on my breasts, stopping sharply with her fingers lightly pinching my nipples.

A smile spread across her face, and there was a glint in her eye that I couldn’t quite understand.

“Please what?” she asked, suddenly commanding and in control. canlı poker oyna Her change in stance into the clear dominant role made me wet, I could feel my clit throbbing and aching, badly wanting her touch; her fingers, lips and tongue. I shivered, pangs of desire running through me burning hot and primal. All the answers to that question began running through my mind and I descended into a whirlpool of fantasies, leaving the words stuck in my throat.

“Come with me” she said, once again disorienting all my thoughts, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom. My excitement was mounting and my desire reaching heights I never knew existed, but rather than throwing me down onto the bed, she stopped and turned, gesturing that I sit down on the edge of the bed as she turned away from me. When she turned to face me again, she was holding two glasses of chilled champagne that glinted and sparkled in the subtle ambient light filling the room. She handed me my glass and process to take a sip from hers. Watching her lips part and then close on the glass dripping with condensation made my burn up inside.

“Try it,” she purred, “it’s quite the sensation.”

And so I averted my gaze and slowly took a sip, the cool liquid lubricating the inside of my mouth and the alcohol making my head spin a little. It was as if I had been electrocuted when her lips, all cold and soft from the chilled glass, found their way onto the side of my neck. A gentle moan poker oyna escaped my lips and my back arched slightly as I lost myself in the feeling of her lips trailing down my neck and onto my chest. I felt her gracefully take the champagne out my hand whilst easing me to lie on my back on the bed.

She straddled me and kissed me deeply and it’s as if a switched had been flicked as the passion shot through us both. Our kisses became rough and she had her hands entangled in my long hair and my nails were digging slightly into the arch other back as our hips ground subtly against one another. She started moving down along my body and I felt her fingers hooking into the top of my cut off denim shorts. She glanced up at me quickly, as if seeking my approval and upon seeing the expression on my face, hastily unbuttons my shorts and slipped them off, along with my underwear; leaving me spread eagled and exposed on the bed.

She kneeled between my legs, admiring my wet, shaven pussy. The anticipation was killing me, I just wanted her to reach out and touch me. My hips were grinding slightly at just the thought.

“Fuck. That is so fucking hot” she panted, and slowly reached out her hand. She tentatively ran one finger over my clit, and the contact made me hips buck up to her hand and had me moaning and dripping onto the bed. She caringly hushed me, and looked at me as she slid two fingers deep inside me.

I was so wet, and already so tight that the pressure of her fingers pushing up against me from inside almost sent me immediately over the edge. With that, I collapsed and gave into the sensations, sinking into a wonderful place knowing that this was going to be one of the best experiences of my life.

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Over the next couple of weeks Gus spent time with Aaron and Mark on multiple occasions. Joining them for dinner and even sleeping over with the marines a few times, enjoying the pleasures of their company. The three men had become comfortable together in a short amount of time, and Gus was also happy to see the solid reconnection that was building between Mark and Aaron, their conversations, their actions – they were in love again.

His love for Aaron hadn’t faded either, and he was growing fond of Mark as well, but he was quickly growing bored of the routine of being homebound with the Marines and away from the water and his favorite hobby.

Gus started thinking about some of his favorite spots for the early summer, and ran through the details of each place to see what would be most accessible for all three of them to get out on the water. He landed on renting a bay house with a boat and wide dock, that would allow the three of them to be able to easily access the water, and tool around to find fish together in the boat. Coordinating their three schedules was a relative breeze and Gus put in for his first week-long vacation of the year. While getting things in order, Gus kept the location of their trip a secret from Aaron and Mark, letting them know they’d like the surprise.

Gus got off work Friday afternoon and headed over to the Marines’ house to pick them up. He’d loaded down the back of his truck with all his gear, a couple coolers of food and beer, and emptied out his back seat and folded up the bench section so that Mark could sit in the single seat on the passenger side and his chair would fit in next to him. With both Aaron and Gus around, Mark didn’t need a chair lift to get in and out of the truck.

The marines met Gus in the driveway and they all three exchanged greetings and smiles. Gus helped Aaron load their gear into the bed of the truck and tie down a tarp over it all. Mark made sure the house was locked up and then Aaron and Gus lifted him into the back seat and helped him get buckled in, Gus stealing a lingering kiss from him and rubbing his crotch as he reached across him to click the belt. Gus was stunned at how beautiful Mark’s smile was, now that he wore it often, it always caused both him and Aaron to beam back. The three men were excited, they were taking their first adventure together and to Aaron and Mark the destination was still a surprise.

Gus pulled out of town onto the interstate heading south. As the city skyline shrank in the rearview mirror he reached over and grasped Aaron’s left thigh and looked over his shoulder at Mark, “I love you guys, and I’m excited we’re taking some time away together.”

“I love you too, Gus,” Aaron replied immediately. “Me too, Gus, I love you,” Mark said smiling, “Now where are you taking us?”

“Still a secret, but if you guess right I’ll tell you,” Gus replied with a smirk. Aaron and Mark began listing places south of town that matched the types of gear Gus said they should pack.

“The Outer Banks?” Aaron queried.

“Nope.”

“Myrtle Beach?” chimed Mark.

“Nope.”

“Charleston?”

“No.”

“Savannah.”

“Sorry, no.”

“Are you taking us to Florida?” Aaron asked, seriously.

“Nah, that’s too far. We’ll only be in the car for five or so hours. You guys should just give up.”

“Well, you like random small town secluded places, so we’re probably not going to guess,” Mark replied. “The last time I remember being on the beach is a weekend that Aaron and I took away from Lejeune over to Surf City. Remember that Aaron?”

“Of course I do, we got that cheap dirty motel room, drank too much, and fucked each others brains out for two straight days of leave, we maybe got out on the the beach once or twice, haha.” Aaron replied.

Gus smiled “Sounds hot, we’ll see if the fucking we can do over a full week can stand up to that memory. And, it’s not Surf City where we’re headed, but it is on the same island.”

“We’re going to Topsail?” Aaron grinned. “Yep,” Gus replied. “We have a house on the bayside down in Topsail Beach near the very end of the island, easy access to the inlet, our own boat, dock, at the end of a dead end road.” Aaron leaned across the console and kissed Gus on the neck, “That’s awesome fisherman!”

“Badass,” Mark replied, “I’m even more excited now. I love it down there. Hey Aaron, you think Ray and Max still live down that way?”

“Idono, let me check,” Aaron replied, pulling out his phone to commence a facebook stalk.

“Who are Ray and Max?” Gus chimed in.

“Ray and Max are a couple of our brothers who also fell in love at Lejeune and ended up married after their third deployment. They’re both retired and set up their home base outside of Wilmington on the coast. We haven’t seen or talked to them in years, but we had some fun times together whenever we had corresponding leave,” Mark responded.

“Yep, they’re in Kure Beach,” Aaron said holding up a picture of their two brothers for Gus to see. From the phone image Gus saw two smiling furry bearded men on the beach illegal bahis wearing sunglasses and short shorts; they looked like they could be brothers, they looked familiar too. Gus Grinned.

“Let me see,” Mark requested and took Aaron’s phone from him to look through their pictures. “Damn, they’re both still in pretty good shape, they look happy.”

“Why don’t you send them a message, let them know we’ll be down on Topsail,” Gus encouraged.

“Here you go, Aaron,” Mark said, passing the phone back to the front seat, “I don’t really have the tools to type out a message,” Mark said waving the nub of his right arm in the air. The three men laughed, Aaron typed out a facebook message, and the miles to the bay house counted down.

“What made you pick Topsail, Gus? I’m assuming you’ve been here before,” Mark asked.

“I have, a few times. I love how rural the island is, one traffic light, not a ton of tourists, affordable rentals, even in the summer. The people are nice, and there’s a whole slew of hot Marines from Lejeune who love to strut around on leave,” Gus grinned. “There’s also excellent fishing- we’ll have a good shot at catching speckled trout, redfish, black drum, stripers, flounder, croaker, blue fish and Spanish mackerel, and maybe even get lucky with a cobia or two.”

“Nice,” Mark replied, “I’m excited to get some lines back in the water. I haven’t been fishing since before the attack. This is going to be so much fun. Oh, and out of curiosity, did you ever bed any hot marines on your adventures down here?”

“I might have, Mark – It’s been a few years since I’ve been down here. Although, your brothers do look familiar,” Gus chuckled.

“NO SHIT!” Mark exclaimed. “You’ve met Max and Ray before?” Mark and Aaron both looked at Gus’ grinning face.

“I can’t say that I know them by their names. But their faces and bodies do offer a recall of a 2004 trip I took down here. I was camping and fishing from a state park and we might have crossed paths. So, did you tell them to come see us in Topsail, Aaron?”

“I sent them a message, waiting on a reply, are you serious Gus? Of all the guys, haha.” Aaron laughed, “I’ll send them a picture of the three of us once we get settled in to the house. Will likely offer them some recall and curiosity as well.”

The men arrived at their bayside house as the sun was nearing its dip below the horizon. Before unpacking anything the three men got out of the truck and headed out to the dock behind the house. Gus had picked well, the dock was wide and didn’t have any steps to access it from the shore, making it a breeze for all three of them to experience their first sunset of the vacation together over the sound. Gus, standing between Mark and Aaron, stretched and took a deep breath, pulling the salt air into his lungs, and put his arms around his Marines’ shoulders. “I’m glad we’re here boys, together.”

The three men watched the pinks and purples dance through the clouds and after the magic of the sunset passed, made their way back to unload the truck. The house was up on stilts, but had an elevator you accessed through the under structure garage that made getting all the gear up onto the main floor easy. It also meant Mark would have no trouble being as independent as he wanted to be around the property.

After unpacking all their food in the kitchen. Aaron and Gus made the king bed in the master and loaded it up with the extra pillows and props they’d been experimenting with over the past couple weeks. They also positioned a few pulleys and bars in different rooms so that Mark could get himself around easier. Within half an hour the house was all set up. Gus was itching to get a line in the water, so he let the Marines know he was headed out to the dock.

“Hold on Gus,” Aaron said. “Why don’t we have a quick good luck fuck first?” winking at the fisherman. “Yeah, we need to break in the house and start our week off right, Gus, plus, you had this surprise for us, and we have a surprise for you” Mark said, wheeling up to Gus, his head at Gus’ crotch level.

Mark unbuttoned Gus’ jeans and pulled out his beautiful dick, “I’ll never get tired of this guy,” he said as he slurped up the head of Gus’ cock and slid it down his throat. Aaron walked over to Gus and took the back of his head in the palm of his hand and kissed him with a deep passion.

Mark’s hand rolled Gus’ balls delicately, his middle finger straightening out to tease his taint as he bobbed back and forth and Gus’ quickly stiffening tool. Aaron pulled back from Gus and said, “Mark, keep him occupied, I’ve got some quick set up to do.”

“You got it Aaron.” Mark said in a quick breath before plunging his mouth back over Gus’ throbbing tool and moving his nose through Gus’ thick pubes while the grip he had on Gus’ balls tightened. Mark expertly sucked Gus’ cock with varying pace for the next five minutes, eliciting moans, grunts, and a steady stream of pre-cum from the fisherman’s cock.

“Alright, we’re all set,” Aaron yelled from down the hallway.

Mark pulled back from Gus and instructed illegal bahis siteleri him to remove all of his clothes, watching lustfully while he complied. He then led him back into another bedroom, across the hall from their master. On the door was a handmade sign that said “The Naked Fisherman’s Sex Den.”

Gus Chuckled and Mark opened the door, revealing a large sling set up in the middle of the room. Arranged atop the dresser were an assortment of various types and flavors of lubes, poppers and massage oils. Aaron’s rim chair was in one corner, and the closet door had been removed and replaced with a large sheet with a hole cut out at cock height. Three camping stools were also open and positioned around the room, and the bed had a fresh pile of towels laid open with a half dozen toys displayed.

“Welcome to your sex den fisherman – Mark and I both promise to submit ourselves to you in whatever fashion you’d like us to for the entirety of this week. We’re yours and we mean to prove it,” Aaron proclaimed.

“I’m ready to go,” Mark nodded toward Aaron as he pulled his shirt over his head. Aaron picked him up out of his chair and slid his shorts off walked him over to the sling. Aaron and Mark had fashioned the sling with interchangeable leg and arm straps to suit both of their bodies perfectly. Mark was fully supported around both of his thighs and around both of his shoulders with an overhead grip for his left and only hand so he could be pounded blissfully into submission, and that’s what he wanted. Mark, now floating in the sling, reached down with his hand and pulled the head of his cock out from his foreskin, and softly stroked himself.

“Will you please fuck me, Gus?” He asked politely. Aaron grabbed a bottle of lube off the counter and tossed it to the fisherman. “Get you some, fisherman!” he suggested. Gus caught the lube and dropped to his knees, positioning his face between Mark’s legs. He placed his hands on the straps and slowly began to pull Mark’s puckered hole toward his extended tongue.

He moved slowly, teasing Mark’s asshole and then pushing him back away. Mark squirmed with exhilaration. After a dozen or so teasing passes, Gus smashed his face into Mark’s hole, and began eating his hole ravenously. Mark squealed, grunted and squirmed, “Oh yeah, Gus, I need you inside me, you know just how to treat my hole.”

Aaron, who had been watching from beside his men, slowly stroking his cock, grabbed one of the stools and positioned himself behind Gus as Gus stood up to meet Mark’s insertive request. As Gus slowly pushed into Mark, Aaron began running his hands over Gus’ plump hairy ass and down his legs, softly, just moving the hair enough to cause goose bumps to develop across Gus’ furry body.

“Oh fuck yeah, Gus,” Mark moaned, “Come all the way in.”

Gus obliged and watched his pubes obscure the delightful view of his dick intruding into Mark. He held himself there, fully penetrative, and widened his stance, holding Mark onto his dick with the straps of the sling.

“Aaron, tongue my ass, please,” Gus requested, and before the please finished escaping his mouth, Aaron’s tongue was fully planted between Gus’ cheeks with both of his hands pulling Gus’ ass apart for better access. Gus groaned, shivered and clinched his ass, causing his fully immersed dick to pulse right against Mark’s prostate. Mark’s raging hard on began oozing pre-cum onto his washboard stomach.

“Holy shit marines, I’m not sure what I did to deserve y’all,” Gus groaned.

Aaron continued to probe, Gus continued to pulse, and Mark continued to ooze, until Gus was teetering on the edge of orgasm. This delicate and intimate interaction was like nothing any of the men had ever experienced, and in the back of all of their minds, they were considering all the types of sex would be having over the coming week.

“Do you want my load in you, or on you, Mark?” Gus asked looking down at the grinning Marine floating on his cock.

“Dealer’s choice,” Mark replied.

“Alright then, we’ll start the week off with you seeded deep.”

Aaron gave one final lap up Gus’ crack and then slid out of the way, so his men could get to fucking. Gus pulled half way out of Mark and looked him directly in the eyes as he used his hands and legs to get the swing rocking towards its full blissful potential. As the pace quickened the smacks from Gus’ balls against Mark’s ass filled the room in unison with the squeaking of the sling and jangling of its chains.

“Oh…fuck…yeah…fuck…me…Gus…fuck…yeah…you…feel…so…good,” Mark gasped in between each full insertion. Gus picked up the pace even faster, noticing that Mark wanted, and could take it, even harder. Mark let out a loud “Aaaaaahhhhhh” and began spewing ropes of cum onto his chest clinching his ass tightly around the fisherman’s pulsating dick. Gus pounded even harder now and let loose a loud groan as his ballsack emptied completely into Mark.

Gus, who had built up a sweat during the fist fuck session in the sling, wiped his brow and leaned down to seal canlı bahis siteleri his seeding with a passionate kiss. He stood back up, his legs shaking, and slowly popped his cock out of Mark. Aaron, standing directly beside them, had had about all he could take and abruptly bursted a full load onto his husband’s chest, breathing heavily in delight. Gus reached down onto Mark’s chest and mixed their cum together bringing a blob of the mixture to his lips to taste it.

“My marines taste so good,” Gus said smacking his lips. Aaron bent down and licked up some of the mixture and brought it to Mark’s lips and kissed it into his mouth. “We do taste good, don’t we?” Aaron smiled.

“Mark, how long do you think you can keep my seed in you this evening? Potentially long enough for me to pump another load into you after we do some fishing?” Gus asked.

“No promises on that, but I’ll give it a shot,” Mark replied, “Now can my men help me out of this sling?” He chuckled.

The three men toweled off and made their way back into the living room still naked. Gus requested, that they all be naked, whenever it was possible during this vacation. Neither Aaron nor Mark had a problem with this request. Aaron let the guys know he would get dinner going if they wanted to do some fishing. Mark and Aaron took the elevator down to the garage to ready their poles and gear for their first shot at some fish from the dock.

Over the past couple weeks, the men had fashioned a couple of different fishing rod options that would make it easier for Mark to enjoy the hobby with them. They built a rod holder that attached to Mark’s chair near his left hand so that he could reel with ease. Mark had also been practicing casting bait caster reels in his backyard, which are much more easily manageable with one hand than Gus’ preferred spin casts.

The two men made their way out of the garage, looking down from the dead end street to see if any other houses had lights on before they barged out in their full glory. Only one other house about a hundred yards away appeared to be occupied, and they were quite certain, barring night vision binoculars, that their neighbors would be none the wiser to their naked fishing.

Mark and Gus got to the dock, baited up and got their lines wet. They decided to start off with some cut bait and blood worms to test out the waters. Less than thirty seconds after their lines hit the water, Mark got a hit. His rod bent forward and he started to reel. The rod holder did its job perfectly and Mark landed the first fish of the trip, a nice croaker that made its namesake presence known as soon as it came out of the water.

“Nice one bud,” Gus exclaimed, and just as he tossed the croaker back in the water after assisting Mark with getting it off the hook his line tensed up. Gus set the hook and proceeded to reel in a nice 20 inch puppy drum.

“This is gonna be a fun week,” Mark exclaimed.

As soon as Gus got the fish in, Mark got another hit, and brought in another croaker. Gus followed with two more puppy drum and flounder. The two naked men were like little kids discovering the joy of fishing all over again pulling in fish left and right for half an hour.

“What a great spot,” Gus thought.

Aaron had stepped out onto the back deck to watch his men fishing and to let them know that dinner wouldn’t be long. “We’ve both already landed five fish, Marine, you’re behind,” Gus chuckled.

“I’ll catch up tomorrow, hairy fisherman, don’t worry,” Aaron replied.

Mark and Gus made their way back up to the house for dinner, and the three men sat around the table and talked. Aaron had concocted a meal of jambalaya with andouille sausage & shrimp, collards, cornbread and a chopped salad. The men enjoyed the food and engaged more deeply in conversation than they had as a threesome up until this point. Each of their focus was on the other two – a very warm adoration, care, and admiration of one another emerged sincerely. The love each of them felt was palpable and as they ate naked, their cocks thickened through the conversation. Each of them noticed the others getting hard through the convenience of the glass top on the dining room table.

Gus did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen while Aaron and Mark made their way to the bedroom. Aaron had helped Mark get positioned upright in the bed, and both of them laid their fully erect, Aaron teasing Mark’s nipples, as Gus walked in to join his Marines in their king size bed.

“I’m still holding your cum, Gus,” Mark said, “Either of you want to give me some more? Short window for action here.”

“I’d love to watch Aaron fuck you full of cum while you lay back on my chest, Mark, that sound okay?” Gus asked.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Aaron answered.

Gus pulled Mark’s back up against his furry pelt and leaned down to kiss his neck, while Aaron positioned himself between Gus and Mark’s legs. Aaron probed Mark’s hole with a couple lube-doused fingers and could feel Gus’ earlier deposited seed inside of him. Gus placed his hands under Mark’s hamstrings and assisted in lifting him on to Aaron’s dripping dick. Mark could feel Gus’ hard dick pressed between his back and Gus’ furry belly. Aaron slid all the way into Mark and embraced both him and Gus as Mark moaned in delight.

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