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This is the beginning of a saga. You might notice that the sex is slow in happening but as the saying goes, all journeys start with a single step. Sorry to disappoint any of you that might have wanted something quick and brutal. It kind of reflects some of the happenings in my life but there are certainly some liberties taken. I promise that if you’ll stick around a bit, you see a little of everything here. Enjoy the read, vote often, and watch for the next segment coming soon.

Where to begin. Isn’t that always the hard part? I could start at the beginning but there is too much boring stuff to sort through and I would loose everyone quickly. But then again if I don’t, no one would ever understand. Maybe a quick summary would be okay.

I was born Michael James Jones in a small hick town to very backwoods parents. We weren’t white trash or anything like that, it’s just that both of them worked at a small plastic plant and attended church every Wednesday and Sunday. That was all they ever did. Sex was never discussed in any fashion.

School was typical. We attended all the grades in the same building and there were maybe two hundred students total at any given time. The staff attended the same church my parents did, as that was the only one in town. Most of their husbands and wives worked at the same plastic plant as my parents did too. The only sex education came in the form of health class, locker room mythology and Miss Simmons.

Miss Simmons was the only single teacher and also the only outsider to our little town. She was hired in as a teacher when the previous English teacher died of old age. Miss Simmons was the epitome of a high school student’s wet dream. We would all brag about what we would do to her if we ever had the chance. Yeah, I played along because that’s what was expected but deep down inside I hated it. See I was in love with Miss Simmons. I know, I know, everyone has a crush on a teacher at one time or another, but this was different. I loved her because there was something so different about her and she represented everything that I hated about Hicksville. There were so many nights that I would lay in bed dreaming of Miss Simmons. So many nights that my body would ache for her and I would secretly slide my hands into my jockeys and try to relieve all that teenage frustration. Then thoughts of church would slip in somehow and I would roll over and try to clean my mind of all the pictures it had of Miss Simmons.

See, in my little Hicksville town of hell, masturbation was sinful and required repentance at the first thought of touching myself. My cock would swell with passion and my mind would fill with anguished thought of Purgatory. Not so much the simple life after all huh?

It was the final two weeks of football season and our school was in the playoffs again. It wasn’t that we were actually a great team; it was that we were one of the only small schools in our division. Sure, there were the college scouts and occasionally one of the jocks would receive a scholarship to some far off university. Thing is that we would never hear from the athlete again. There would be the occasional headline in the 10 page newspaper about some game across the country and how Tim Smith “Local Hero” would be on the starting lineup, but none of the guys would ever come back. Wait, I’m getting off track here. Back to the winning season.

I was playing defensive tackle and wasn’t half bad. I wouldn’t be one of the ones that anyone would come to scout out, but my six foot, 195 pound body was more than effective and I liked to play. I liked to play a lot.

We had suited up for Tuesday practice when tragedy struck. I was sprinting through the locker room to get out on the field when a door came out of nowhere and knocked me on my ass. I guess that the coach was coming out of his office to see what the commotion was and just as I was running past, he opened his door. I was padded up and the actual impact was hardly anything to talk about. But there was also a bench next to his door and when I went down, I twisted sideways and landed on the bench.

Some of the guys swore they heard a crack, but it was more like an explosion in my back from all the fireworks going off in my head. I saw a white flash that matched the unbelievable pain and that was that. Everything was lights out.

When I came too, half the team was leaning over the entire coaching staff. The coaches were trying to keep them all back and in the distance I could hear the sirens. Shit! This must be bad if they called the ambulance. The head coach, Mr. Johnson, had his face all screwed up funny and was telling me to take it easy. I tried to set up and nothing was happening. There were a lot of rather large needles that raced up and down my legs and back. They turned into knives real quick. Before I could settle back down, there was another bright flash and then nothing.

One smell that you might never forget is the sterile scent of a hospital illegal bahis room as you swim your way back to consciousness. It’s the first thing that you become aware of and it takes days to wash itself from your mouth. The next thing that I was able to grasp was that my mother, father and the coach were there with me. They were whispering and you know that’s got to be bad. I asked them what was wrong and Coach was the first one to walk over to the bed. He told me that the doctors said it was a severely pinched nerve and that things would be alright soon enough. He kinda let it hang there in the air for a moment and I knew that the season was over for me. We have a very grounded sense of reality in Hicksville. “There’s no reason that the air needs to be polluted with the smell of human bullshit.” My grandfather used to say. Still holds true. Especially in Hicksville.

Now I know that I promised not to drag this on and there hasn’t been a single sex scene, but stick with me for a moment longer. If you didn’t know all this then you wouldn’t understand the directions thing went after I left the hospital. There’s only a few more boring tales and then I promise it will get better.

Remember what I said about the human bullshit stinking up the air? Well the doctors released me from the hospital Friday morning and I wasn’t even allowed to attend the next to last regular season game. If we won this game and the next, we could be looking at three additional weeks to play. Coach had one rule that he pounded into us year after year; miss one regular season game and you don’t play in the playoff games. I didn’t think that this would really apply to me, I was injured and all. When I asked him if I was going to be allowed to play, he simply stated that my injury didn’t happen on the field. Talk about the air starting to stink. When I asked him about not getting to go to the game that night, he simply told me that it was doctors orders that I not get bounced around or it might aggravate the nerve. The way that he was ProNouciating the words, the nerve in my back wasn’t the only one in danger of agitation. In short, I was off the team and merely a mortal again.

Yeah, the team one and there was lots of celebrating, of which I was not invited to. Monday came and instead of my sacks being touted around the school halls, it was some other jerk that was the hero of the day. I spent all day slinking from class to class wallowing in waves of self-pity. Until Miss Simpson’s class.

Try as I might, I could not stop my outright love of this woman from squashing the hate and anger that had been threatening to burst all day. There was simply something about the way that she moved, the way that she smelled. Hell even the plain sweater and long skirt was enough to pull me out of the quagmire for a while. But only for a while. Ted Stout took care of that. He was the instant hero that I mentioned before. He made some wise-assed remark about gimpy-backed wannabes and there was no way to miss the fact that he was talking about me. I spent the last of the class hidden under my ball-cap and didn’t utter another sound. All I could think of was getting my back in shape and then tackling Stout’s ass too soon.

The bell went off with it’s usual clang and not too soon. I was more than ready to limp all the way home without the luxury of the bus ride just to get away from all the assholes.

“Mr. Jones?” Miss Simpson was calling me. “I’d like to talk to you for a moment or two if you don’t mind.”

I sighed that defeated breath of sudden gloom, trying to figure out what I’d done now. Slumping back into my chair as slow as I could to prevent the inevitable pain, I could hear the snickers of the before mentioned assholes. The class emptied and I waited. Miss Simpson was busy clearing her desk.

“Mikey, I know that this mess has you all twisted up inside, but why are you letting it ruin your day?” Wow, she called me Mikey. Being that she was Miss Simpson, she could call me limpdick and I wouldn’t care. But she called me Mikey and that meant that there wasn’t anything wrong.

“I don’t know Miss Simpson.” I thought for a moment or too and tried to avoid looking at her. I was always honest with her, but anytime that I looked at her I would get tongue-tied. “It’s just that this was my last year and even though I know that I won’t go to college or anything because of it, I love the game. I love to play and I know that I’m good.” Christ, I was starting to ramble.

“What do you mean, “not going to college”. Why in the hell would you say that?” She cusses? I wondered to myself. “You are the brightest student that I have in the senior class and I thought that you were going to try and do something with the knowledge that you seem to possess.” I had to look at her then.

“I mean, look at yourself for a moment. You’re 18. You have a great physique.” That turned my face red. “You’ve scored dammed well on the SAT’s and ACT’s. Any college would love to illegal bahis siteleri get their hands on you.” She walked over to where I was setting and settled into a chair next to me. That was cool and all, but when she put her hand on my arm the only thought was that I could not get hard. I started repeating it over and over in my head. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard.

“Mikey? Mikey?” Oh shit. She was talking to me and I couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. “Mikey, I asked you if you were still riding the bus?” All I could do was nod. “Is it your back? You seem flushed. Are you okay?”

“No, I’m okay Miss Simpson, really. I was just thinking about the college thing” Was she going to buy it? She nodded and I sighed a mental breath of relief.

“Well listen, I want to talk to you about this. Can I give you a ride and we discuss this on the way to your folks?”

I nodded again, almost afraid to do anything else. Why was I thinking about her this way now? She was trying to help and all I could do was pray that the ache in my jeans would go away before I had to stand up. It didn’t. She stood up first and when she offered a hand to help, the contact only cemented the growing hardness. Fuck Fuck Fuck.

If she noticed, she didn’t say a word thankfully. She walked over to her desk and collected her bag and then returned to escort me out.

The walk to her car mainly concerned my comfort. We walked real slow which was fine and I was able angle the lump in my pants away from her. Thankfully it was gone before we got outside. The parking lot was already starting to empty and we got into her little foreign looking car. It only had two seats and that put me right back into the danger zone. This time I was surrounded by the smell of her. Damn, did she ever smell good too. Of course this could only lead to one thing and I slipped my books onto my lap before she could see that telltale tent.

“Buckle-up Mikey.” She was latching hers as I tried to twist around. There were the knives again and I must have let out a small moan or something. “Oh fuck Mikey, I’m so sorry. I should have realized…” She quickly unbuckled and leaned over to help me. I was so torn up on whether or not to pass out or spend the rest of my life smelling her auburn hair. Flowers and something musky. Damned if I didn’t feel dizzy all the sudden. It was almost like sitting there but not being there and when she moved my booked from my lap, she had to have seen the bulge. When she dragged the seatbelt over and I felt her hand brush against it, she had to have felt it. But to this day I swear I was not sitting in that car just then. I was there of course, but I wasn’t.

“Well, let’s get you to the house and then we’ll take care of that.” What? Oh yeah, my back. Surely she was talking about my back.

I tried to listen as she drove the few minutes from one end of town to the other. I really did. But I was still floating off somewhere. What the hell was wrong with me?

“Hello. Earth to Mikey. Are we still here?” I heard the light tinkling of laughter.

When I was able to focus and I realized that we were pulled up into the drive of her house. “Can you get out of the car?” I looked over at her and it was like seeing someone all brand new. Her face was lit up and she was more beautiful than I could ever remember.

“We’re at your house.” I know that I must have looked stupid because it sure did sound stupid.

“You really are out of it aren’t you?” she laughed. “Mikey I told you six blocks ago that I needed to stop by my place to pick up some mail to send out. It’s on the way to your house and you even told me that it was okay.” I could vaguely remember something about mail but felt my face turn several shades of red.

“Miss Simpson, I have to tell you something.”

“Please Mike, call me Denise and if it’s about the crush that you’ve had on me for two years, I know.” She leaned a bit closer to me and whispered in my ear “If it’s about the hard-on that you have in your pants, I swear I will never tell a soul.” Oh shit fuck piss. She knew.

“Mike please, I’ve seen the way that you’ve looked at me and in case you aren’t aware, the desks do nothing that hide any of the boy’s hard-ons. At all. I see them all day long and while it’s wrong of me to think anything, I do get flattered as much as any other woman would.” All I know is that at that moment all I wanted to do was sink down through the seat, down past the floorboard and ooze my way home somehow.

“Let’s get inside and I’ll pour some ice tea for the two of us and we’ll talk about college. Nothing more than that I promise. Just promise me one thing…” She left that in the air till I looked at her. “We are both adults and all I want you to know is that you can trust me completely.”

She climbed out of the car and came over to my side. I was starting to think again and when she opened my door, I climbed out on my own. She started to help canlı bahis siteleri me and I took the opportunity to try and hug her. She was gentle but pushed me away. “Not here Mike, I’m a teacher and you’re a student. Don’t ever forget that.” She offered a shoulder and supported me as we started into the house. “But when we get inside, I’m Denise and you’re Mike.” Damn this erection anyways.

We ended up talking about school believe it or not. The tea was as good as my mother ever made except that Denise put a couple of mint leaves in it. It was relaxing in a way because we sat across the coffee table from each other and it was something that I found myself more and more interested in. There could actually be life outside of Hicksville. The room slowly started growing dark and I knew that it was late.

“Mike, should you call your Mom and Dad so they don’t worry?” She got up from the couch that she was sorta lying on and went through the room lighting candles. “I don’t want you in trouble with them.” She pointed to the phone and I got up to make the call.

I kept it short and simple. It wasn’t like I had a curfew, but Denise was right, they would worry if they didn’t hear from me. My injured back and all. While I was explaining that I was talking to a teacher about my grades and future, Denise came up behind me and nudged me gently. I turned to her and she mouthed out “hurry”. I told them that I might go and hang out a little and that not to wait up. Yes everything was fine and that my back was fine too. It was a lot of gesturing on their end, but all part of being a parent in this place.

When I finally hung up, I looked over at Denise and she patted the cushion next to her on the couch. “There’s something that we need to talk about Mike.” After sitting down, she leaned back a little. “The reason that I keep bringing the subject of college is that I want to make you an offer” she chuckled a little, “I want to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“This is my last year here. I’m quitting at the end of the school year and moving to Richmond.” I know that my jaw was starting to slowly fall. “I received an offer from a University there and I want to take it. Of course that means that I have to move and leave all this behind,” another chuckle, “but there is more for me in Richmond. There could be more for you too.” I swear I heard my teeth rattle when my jaw finally hit the floor.

Denise leaned close to me and using two fingers she closed my mouth. Remember that dizzy feeling? It slammed back into me with a vengeance.

There are two things that I need to let you all know at this point. One is that the last kiss I ever had was in the 7th grade from a girl that I can’t even remember her name. It’s not because I’m ugly or anything, but that I just never had another chance is all. Secondly, and it should be a no-brainer, is that I was still a virgin. Maybe not to my hand, but certainly towards any other living being. What was happening now was totally new ground. Denise leaned a bit closer.

“I know you’re a smart man Mike, tell me what you’re thinking right now, right here.” I could feel her sweet breath on my mouth.

“I think that this is the point that I’m supposed to kiss you or something.” We were so close at this point that I could feel the heat from her mixing with my own.

“You get an A.”

How many people remember that first grown-up kiss? You know who it was. You know where it happened. You remember the taste, the feel and the excitement. The thing is you remember every last detail and it becomes a living thing. It’s a memory that you relive and it never looses a bit of the magic.

It was several moments before we pulled apart. Now mind you, there was no tongue or anything, but it was totally the sensual thing that I will ever experience. Well, up to that point.

“Now, Mr. Jones, let’s stay on the subject. Oh and by the way, you get an A for effort as well.” She settled back a little, but snaked her feet into my lap. Without thinking, I dropped my hands to them and started rubbing them. “I want you to go with me. This is a one-time offer and I need an answer before the end of the evening. So here’s my offer.”

I was trying to think and rub her feet. That kiss did something to me that seemed to ease all the nervousness. “I’m listening.”

“I want you to go with me and live with me. You will pay your own way, but I think that I can help you secure either a student loan to help with your school expenses, or we can apply now for a scholarship.” She eased down into the couch a little more and I swear she was trying to feel the newly reborn erection I was sporting at the time.

“If we can apply now, everything will be ready by the time you graduate. You can move with me and I will take care of all the costs of living. You will have to pay for everything past that.” Her feet were starting to actually rub against my cock at this point. It was an incredible tease and I was beyond enjoying it.

“Why are you doing all this Denise?” I pulled her feet till the pressure was enough to push my cock tight against my pants. “Why go to all the trouble of this when you could have anyone else around you other than me?”

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She turned off the car after finding a space in the hotels car park. At 30 years old, Lana still held the type of youthful beauty where she could still draw the gaze of many, male or female, younger than herself.

She was of average height, about 5’8, with a slim pear shaped body with an amazing ass that only seemed to get better with age.

She had been sent halfway up the country away from her boyfriend Jon for a training weekend with the DIY store she worked for. A first aid course that was required for her to join the management program so although they were both reluctant to part for the whole weekend, they knew it was for the best.

Lana and Jon had a very active sex life and with no kids to get in the way, they did make the most of any opportunity they had to be intimate. So of course, Jon believed his chances for this weekend were surely blown.

Lana on the other hand, had planned to still make the most of the weekend. They would just have to ‘adapt’.

Unbeknownst to Jon, she had already planned for them to still have some fun even with all the distance between them and had packed some additions to help.

Because the training was taking place so far, her company got her a room for the night before too, so she could travel up the evening before and not have to leave at a ridiculous time in the morning.

She got to the hotel at just before 11pm, text Jon to let him know she got there ok (she knew he would not be able to sleep until he knew) and walked into the foyer.

There was a gorgeous young woman stood at the reception desk, blonde hair, looked about 25, fine complexion and stunning pair of tits that Lana couldn’t help but notice.

“Can i help you with anything?” She asked politely, slightly biting her bottom lip, causing some images to flash into Lana’s head before she shook them off.

“Oh, yes, i have a room booked for the next two nights,” she replied.

She gave her details, car registration (for the parking) and was given her key.

“You’re in room 301, top floor, turn right, all the way at the end, last door on your right, so you’ll only have one neighbor, although it looks like that rooms not occupied this weekend.”

Another bite of her bottom lip.

Lana could feel her heart quicken. Was this woman flirting with her? While she liked the idea and the attention, she wasn’t prepared for it. She noticed her sex getting moist between her legs.

“Thank you,” she said, quicker than really necessary, “best get to bed.”

“Let me know if you need anything,” the receptionist called after her, almost stopping Lana in her tracks.

She went up the two flights of stairs, pulling her holdall along behind her, turned right and walked the the room at the end on the right. Swiped her card key in the door and went in, turning on the lights as she went.

The room was pleasant, all you would expect from a Travelodge. A large double bed, bathroom with shower, small tv etc. It was now pushing past 11pm so she quickly opened her bag, no point in unpacking really, she was only there two nights so would make do.

She did however check underneath her spare clothes and workbooks for the special toys she had packed for the weekend, to make sure they made it ok.

After brushing her teeth and undressing for bed, she wasn’t much of a PJ fan and preferred to sleep in just her panties, she climbed into the middle of the bed, set up one of the pillows vertically on her right hand side, to cuddle at night where Jon would normally lay and she text him goodnight.

As she lay there in the dark, her thoughts turned to the young lady at the reception. Her name badge had said Claire. She thought about how she kept biting her bottom lip, about the way she looked at her with her hungry eyes and, how exactly did she mean, “let me know if you need anything?”

These thoughts filled her head for about half an hour, when she realized she didn’t feel tired at all. What she did feel, was wet.

She curiously reached down under the covers, slipped her hand inside her white cotton panties and gasped when she discovered how wet her sex was.

She gently rubbed her fingers over her clit, then around it, then down between her moist lips and inserted two fingers inside with ease.

She knew what she needed to do to get to sleep that night, as she had an early start the following morning.

Getting out of bed she moved to her holdall on the floor at the end of the bed and reached in, feeling underneath her spare clothes, feeling past her towel and toiletries, she found the large black dildo she had packed specifically for the weekend.

It was black as night, 7 inches long and about an inch and a half wide. Pretty close to what she was used to from Jon.

She returned to the bed and climbed in, getting comfy in the middle again and throwing the covers off completely. She removes her pants and places them on the bedside table.

Now lying there, knees apart and feet together and eyes closed, she begins teasing her pussy with the bahis firmaları end in the dildo, moving it along her pussy crack, up and down between her lips and tickling it over her clit. She filled her mind with images of Claire the receptionist, imagining it is her teasing her with the dildo.

When she was thoroughly wet and the dildo was coated in a layer of her sex juices, she placeed the head against her opening, easing it in ever so slightly. Her tight pussy hole yielded to the hard rubber, allowing the head to slide in with ease.

She moves it in only an inch at first, enjoying the filling feeling as she then moves it back out, as the thrusts progress, she starts taking the rubber cock further and further into her cunt.

In her head, she sees Claire’s lying between her legs, looking up at her with those playful eyes and biting her lower lips. She is clutching the dildo in her hand and thrusting it into her, trying to make her come hard.

Lana, is now thrusting it all the way in at a fast pace, quickly bringing herself towards an orgasm she desperately needs. She finds herself biting her bottom lip in an attempt to keep herself from making too much noise, but remembering the room next door is apparently unoccupied, she lets a small moan escape, which increases as she goes on.

After several minutes, her chest is heaving up and down, her breasts rising and falling. She is so close she just needs something to push her over the edge.

Sticking two fingers of her other hand in her mouth to coat them thoroughly with her saliva, she reaches down underneath her and begins circling her anus with her fingers. Moving them in circles, teasing her forbidden entrance. She applies a little pressure and manages to get one of her fingers, through her sphincter and in to her first knuckle.

A gasp escapes her mouth as she starts moving it in and out at a pace to match the dildo thrusting in her pussy. She finds herself so turned on by all she is imagining and feeling and knows she is so close to a mind blowing and sleep inducing orgasm, she plunges a second finger into her ass which instantly sends her over the edge.

Her orgasm explodes from between her legs, sending euphoric waves outwards to all parts of her body. A loud moan of pleasure escapes her mouth as she continues thrusting both her fingers and the dildo, riding the waves until fully satisfied, after a couple of smaller orgasms quickly followed the first.

A few minutes later, as she lay there panting, her chest heaving, her pussy swollen and satisfied, she got out of bed onto shaky legs and returned the dildo to its hiding spot under the rest of her belongings and returned to bed.

As she lay there in the middle of her bed, hugging the pillow to her right, feeling exhausted and allowing the sleep to take over her body, she hears a slight rubbing noise from the wall opposite and a creaking coming from the room next door.

She keeps listening and hears nothing. Shaking off the feeling, she gets herself comfy and lets the sleep take her, happy about how this trip has already started. That night, she dreams of her boyfriend, and Claire.

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

Lana wakes the next morning with her alarm at 7am, smiling at what she could remember of her dreams that night. She readies herself for the day, making sure to zip up her bag, so the cleaning ladies won’t accidentally discover her play toys.

There is a small wet looking stain in the middle of the sheets which she hopes doesn’t get noticed.

After making sure she has everything she needs for her first day of training, she leaves her room, closing the door behind her and starts walking down the hall towards the stairs to head to the lunch hall for breakfast.

As she passes by the door to the room next to hers, she pauses a moment and stares at it. She silently presses her ear to the door and hears, nothing. No movement, no voices, no bed creaking, nothing.

She shakes off the thought and heads off for breakfast.

As she leaves for the training centre after a lovely breakfast of sausage, eggs, bacon and toast, she glances over at the receptionist.

This time it is an elderly man who may or may not have fallen asleep. Either way she leaves the building for her first day off her first aid training.

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

When she returns at about 6pm, she enters the foyer, passing the reception desk, which is now manned by a middle aged woman texting on her phone. Lana gives her a smile and continues towards the stairs and up to her room.

As she passes the door next to hers, she finds herself again, trying to listen to see if it is occupied. Again, she hears nothing.

She enters her room, gets changed into some casual clothing and goes down to the food hall for dinner.

She enjoys a nice dinner, sat on a table with just herself and a large bottle of cider while texting Jon back home, telling him all about her first day of training, what her rooms like etc but finds herself leaving out the part about Claire and the first kaçak iddaa nights antics with the dildo.

Jon tells her he is off to the gym as he regularly does at this time and will be back about 9pm if she wants him to call. She says yes but it must be a video call on Skype, as she has something special planned for him. Jon seems very excited by the prospect and says he can skip the gym if she wants to surprise him now, but she does love a good tease.

She reassures him that he won’t miss out and that it will be worth it to wait. Besides, she wants to go shower and prepare first.

He reluctantly agrees and hangs up to head to the gym. With that, Lana heads back upstairs and starts running a nice warm shower.

As she stands there naked, allowing the water to flow down her neck and over her breast, rolling down her belly and over her trimmed mount and down her back, over her cheeks and between them. She begins to blush just thinking about what she has planned tonight for her boyfriend, so far away.

She exits the shower and dries herself off, tying the towel around her and tucking the end in between her breasts. She starts to dry and straighten her hair, brushes her teeth and generally freshens up.

Once she is ready she untucks the towel and lets it fall to the floor. She retrieves the tiny black lacy thong and matching bra she packed just for this occasion and puts them on, instantly feeling sexy in the matching lace.

She straightens out the bed covers and positions the iPad she took along with her on the counter opposite, so that the camera has the perfect view of the whole bed.

Then she waits, but didn’t have to wait long as the iPad starts pinging at about 10 to 9, Jon obviously eager to see what she has planned.

As the call is connected, and the video comes into focus, he sees her walking away from the iPad, heading towards the bed in what looks like one of the white robes they have in all the rooms.

Lana sits on the bed, cross legged facing the camera, but careful not to reveal anything underneath, not yet.

She sees him on screen, lounging across their large armchair in his favourite lounge pants and Marvel T-shirt. His hair was neat cut and looked slightly wet, he must have just showered too.

She could make out his muscles bulging under his t-shirt and his cock, bulging against his pants as if trying to escape. The thought excited her more than usual.

They talked casually about the training, she took him on a video tour of her room, teasingly of course, mentioning the bathroom where she just showered naked, and the double bed where she got wet thinking of him (and Claire, but now wasn’t the right time). She knew this would wind him up a treat.

As expected, when she replaced the iPad on the counter, camera facing the bed, she noticed the bulge in his pants seemed a bit more prominent. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Well Honey, as we are so far away from each other, so we can’t be together tonight, i thought we could try something different,” she started.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked, trying to hide his excitement.

“Well, how about this for a start?” She said as she got to the end of the bed, untied the ropes of the dressing gown and let it fall to the floor.

His eyes went wide as the gown fell revealing her amazing pear shaped body in a matching pair of lacy black underwear.

The thong was so small it was all but invisible between her ass cheeks. As she turned around to show them off to him, he noticed the front too was very small, just about covering her trimmed mound underneath and the bra only covered about half of her B-cup breasts, stopping just above her nipples, threatening to reveal them at any moment.

He shifted in his seat as he needed to readjust himself, getting himself comfy in the process. She noticed the smile across his face and the lustful look in his eyes.

“Wow! You look amazing in that baby, is that new?” He asked casually, trying to sound calm.

“Yeah, i bought it just for this occasion, in fact, i brought a few things for this occasion,” she said, cocking her head to the side and biting her lip, the look that drove him nuts.

“Why don’t you remove them pants and show me what you have waiting for me and get yourself comfy, i want to show you how much i wish you were here too.”

Within a minute he was sat naked on the chair, stroking his hard rod in his hand, staring attentively at the screen.

Lana took a deep breath, making her breasts rise and fall, she turned and mounted the bed as seductively as possible, facing away from him, so her ass was the main focus on screen.

As Jon watched, realizing he was gonna need to keep it slow or risk blowing his load too early, he applied some lube and jerked is cock, slowly up, and down, wanting to enjoy all she was about to show him.

Back in her hotel room, Lana was on all fours, pointing her ass towards the camera and giving it a wiggle so Jon could see the tiny thong wedged in her ass crack. She looked kaçak bahis over her shoulder, blew him a kiss and said, “wish you were here baby.”

With that, she raised up onto her knees, reached behind her back and undid the straps holding her bra onto her chest. Still facing away from him, she removed one strap from her shoulder, then the other, she then let both straps roll down her arms and caught then in her hands where she proceeded to throw the bra across the room into the corner.

Looking over her shoulder she asked him, “would you like me to turn around?”

She could see him nodding coyly on screen, so she slowly turned 180 degrees to show him her sexy B-cup breasts, nipples erect in the air.

She was playing with them in her fingers, running her digits around then, giving them a pinch, causing her to gasp.

She continues this for a minute until her nipples are fully aroused, then begins to move her hands lower, grabbing at the seems of her panties and playfully lowering them until they just about cover her trimmed bush, then pulling them back up.

“She always did like being a tease,” thought Jon, enjoying the show none the less.

After teasing with her panties a couple of times, Lana turned around again to continue.

She grabbed the seam of her panties at the back, and began to lower them over her sexy ass cheeks and just kept going, bending over more as she went, exposing her puckered asshole and glistening pussy lips to the camera.

Jon had to concentrate to slow down his rate of stroking on his cock, he had been unwittingly getting faster as she continued her show.

Once all the way down, she stood and kicked them into the corner of the room.

“Do you like what you see?” She now said over her shoulder, bending over again and spreading her ass cheeks to give him the perfect view of her private parts.

It was all he could do to nod, not daring to move is eyes from the spectacle on screen in front of him.

Lana climbed back onto the bed to reach under the pillow and pull out her small blue rubber butt plug. It was about 4 inches long and about 2 inches wide.

She stuck the end into her mouth as seductively as possible, all the way to the tapered end where here rectum would soon be clinging to it to hold it in place.

When she was satisfied it was coated with liberal amounts of her saliva, she turned again so Jon could see her place the tip delicately at her forbidden entrance, teasing the hole by using a circling motion around her rim and gently applying pressure until her sphincter began to stretch around its form, allowing it through.

It stretched further and further until it reached its widest part, after which her rectum contracted around the smallest part of the handle at it held firm.

She could feel its length in her ass, moving inside with every movement she made.

She could see Jon on screen, obviously captivated by her show of confidence and lust.

Rolling onto her back, she made sure Jon could still see everything and retrieved the dildo from the night before from under the pillow and like the night before, began teasing it seductively over her clit and lips, teasing the entrance every now and then, coating the tip in her sex juices.

As she began to ease the rubber cock into her cunt, she could feel it, sliding against her thin inner wall that separated her pussy and anal canal.

She was thrusting in and out at a steady pace, taking in more and more as time went by. She could feel her pussy lubricating itself at top speed to deal with the pummelling it was taking.

She felt her juices flowing along the length of the dildo, rolling down her folds and over and around the handle of the plug in her ass, pooling around her asshole holding tight to the plug that penetrated it.

It ran down further between her ass crack and began soaking into the bed sheets below. She did not care. All she cared about at the moment was the approaching waves of ecstasy that she needed so bad.

Checking the iPad screen she could see Jon, jerking his cock more vigorously now, eyes still trained on her and filled with lust.

Lana wanted to come for him and wanted Jon to cum for her too, she switched the dildo to her left hand, still thrusting in and out as hard as she could, and started to masturbate her clit with her right.

She began frantically flicking and rubbing her clit with all the energy she could muster, desperate for her orgasm to explode from her.

It didn’t take long, before she was arching her back and writhing on the bed, pure euphoria spreading throughout her body, her private parts tightening around whichever device was fucking her there as she all but screamed out in pleasure.

Still, she persisted, riding the waves of the cum-coaster.

She caught a glimpse of the iPad screen just in time to see Jon blow his load all over belly and crotch, letting out a satisfied moan as he still kept his eyes on Lana and kept jerking until his penis was completely spent and flaccid in his grasp.

Then he sat there panting slightly, watching as his beloved kept making herself cum, fucking her pussy hole with her dildo while masturbating her twat until it was sore and begging her to stop.

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I was talking on the telephone with a male online friend of mine actually we had been talking for quite sometime, and we, even considered ourselves dating. It is hard to keep a long distance relationship continuing and you always have to come up with new ideas to spice things up. He was the first person I had ever had phone sex with, and he was extremely good with his words it was always like he was right there with me. But on this particular night, we were talking and he thought I was too chicken to go to Spencer’s and buy a vibrator. First of all if you know me then you also know that I love to be challenged, and will always fulfill a dare.

Well the next morning I got up and left for work early, stopping at Spencer’s and opting for a seven inch, purple vibrator that I automatically called Barney. I left the store proud of my new purchase, and headed to my car only to realize that I needed batteries for it or I wouldn’t get the full effect. So, I stopped at a corner store, and as I was paying for them, I felt as if they knew what I was buying them for. I don’t think that they really did but I do believe that it was the innocent part of me feeling dirty.

I got onto the highway heading south to work, listening to the radio, and not being able to wait to brag to you of my new purchase stating, canlı bahis “That I told you so.” That is when the idea of using my new purple toy right there and then popped into my head. So, as I was driving, I pulled it out of its box, and inserted the batteries, turning it on then increasing the speed. Wow, I thought is my clit going to like this. I was wearing a very short skirt, and no pantyhose so it would be quite easy for me to slide the crotch of my panties to one side. I set my left foot up on the side of the car door, slide my panties over revealing my freshly shaven awaiting pussy. I once again grabbed my new purple toy, and turned it on, keeping it at the slowest speed for now, I could feel my juices stirring just from the humming sound my vibrator was making. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as the excitement of cars passing me and the thought of being naughty crossed my mind but thrilled me even more.

As I held onto the steering wheel with one hand, I teased my clit with the tip of Barney, sending an electric current up my spine. I explored what felt best for me; more pressure, less pressure, and even moving the tip of the vibrator in circles. I turned the speed up, but for me I found it felt much better at a slower rate. I taunted the opening of my slit with this vibrating bahis siteleri piece of machinery, not allowing my hand to slip it in quite yet. I wanted to wait until I was good and wet. As the highway started getting busier and more vehicles passed by me, I was getting hornier, and actually looked to see if passengers looked at me. Some did and I smiled at the male ones.

Well this one guy was right next to me and I was so hot from playing around that I decided that I would give him a show, I mean if he didn’t like what I was doing then he could speed up or slow down. So, I held up my vibrator showing him, and since my pussy was ready, I inserted my fake cock slowly and thought I was going to cum right there. It was so intense but I waited wanting this to be a great orgasm. I turned up the speed a little, as my lips wrapped themselves around it, continuing to insert a little more of it at a time until I had taken all that I could. Inserting and exiting with long, slow strokes. I really had to concentrate on the road as this act was sending me over the edge.

I began moving it in and out of my pussy faster, moving my hips as much as I could to meet the thrusts of my hand. It felt so good that I found myself moaning over the radio, and my body temperature was getting warm, as I was nearing my climax. bahis şirketleri I kept fucking my pussy with this vibrator and could feel my juices starting to trickle. So once again I turned it up, with that and a few more ins and outs, I was Cumming like I had never came before. I found my car speed increasing but didn’t stop. I continued to slide it in and out of my now dripping hot pussy, feeling the muscles tighten in my legs, as my body began to quiver. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and just let my orgasm be in control. It was so powerful that I thought I wasn’t going to be able to stop my pussy from its contractions. I became lightheaded, and was moaning as loud as I could.

“Oh my god” were the only words that I could speak. I still don’t know how long I came for but I still think it was like five minutes or at least seemed like it, my body began to come back to its normal self and that is when I took my juice covered toy out of my pussy, and only then did I look to see if that guy was still beside me and he was. I waved, and sped up. I was so exhausted from that orgasm but, once I got to work the first thing I did was call my online boyfriend and tell him about my new experience… Although he made me promise that, I would never do it in the car again because he didn’t want me getting into an accident. I have to add that it was the best orgasm I have ever had, and still to this day haven’t had any compared to that one.

One more thing, if you only knew how hot I am right now from telling this story.

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She hated it.

She admitted to it freely. She hated his fleshlight. That disgusting “toy”. That thing he put his penis in to feel good. Was she not enough? Why did he feel he needed it, that replacement for her vagina?

It was just sitting there on his side of the bed, he’d used it last night and just left it sitting on the bed side table. It was all she could do to look at it, and yet she couldn’t look away. How could something so dirty make him so happy?

Her curiosity piqued, she reaches out and picks it up. The hard plastic outer shell hiding the soft plastic flesh within. Twisting off the lid she reveals the perfectly formed lips of the perfectly formed vulva. “Disgusting” she thinks, looking at this replacement for her own body. Looking at it, trying to imagine her boyfriend looking at it, she begins to imagine it as a real vulva, a real pussy, waiting to be touched. Running a finger along the plastic lips she pulls back quickly, it feels different to her expectations. More real than she expected but different to the way her own womanhood feels.

The plastic feeling, it is almost sticky to the touch. How could any man find this more pleasurable than the hot, wetness of a woman? She remembers the lubricant, perhaps güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri that is what she should apply to complete this experiment. Reaching over to the bedside table draw she extracts a tube of lube. Popping the top, she squeezes a healthy dollop of the slippery material on to the fake pussy. Rubbing it in, she finds it feels a lot different, a lot more like a real pussy. Perhaps even more like her own pussy.

With curiosity she feels a tingle in her lower regions, as she continues manoeuvring her fingers over the soft, slippery lips. She imagines how it would feel if her hand was lower. Suddenly the tingle becomes a more noticeable throb. While she tries to control her own body and shake the feeling, she adjusts the way she’s sitting and can’t help but realise her own lips becoming moist.

Abandoning all pretense she lowers one hand into her pants, slipping under the elastic of her underwear, feeling the heat from her sex as she draws closer to herself. Her other hand still stroking the fleshlight’s lips, she runs a finger along her moist slit to compare the sensations. They feel similar and yet different, one hot to the touch, the other more synthetic and yet, so life like. It is no wonder güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri her boyfriend enjoys using it.

She needs better access though. Removing her pants, her underwear comes off quickly. The cool air hits her exposed lips drawing a shiver from her body. She pulls her top off, her nipples already hard with excitement tighten further with the temperature change. She is now naked and alone in bed with the fleshlight.

With desire pumping through her body she starts masturbating herself and the fleshlight. One finger teasing her hardened clit, the other rubbing the fleshy folds of her impromptu partner. Pushing lower she enters herself and the fleshlight at the same time. The feeling coursing through her body from her fingers catches her breath, it is exquisite. Pulling out of the fleshlight, she brings it to her face so that she can look at it. She masturbates as she imagines it is real, that another woman is lowering herself towards her face. She’s never felt this urge, this attraction to someone of the same sex before but now as she looks at it, she wants it to be real, she wants to taste it.

Flicking her tongue out she makes contact. The taste of the lubricant is unpleasant but güvenilir bahis şirketleri the thought of eating real pussy drives her on. Remembering her own taste from past experience she has an idea. Spreading her legs she moves the fleshlight over her own sex. Rubbing it against herself she coats it in her own scent, her own flavour. It is driving her crazy, the feeling of her pussy against another. Her lips against lips. She feels her arousal building to breaking point.

But she refrains, she wants to taste her first pussy. Bringing it back to her face she can smell herself on it. Reaching forth with her tongue again she licks along the folds, savouring the taste of herself while picturing it is anothers. She plunges her fingers in deeper, her arousal to the point where she is wet. Not moist but wet, soaking wet. Her body is urging her onwards as she licks and sucks on her new pussy pal.

Pushing her tongue in deeply she inserts two fingers in her own quivering hole, squeezing her legs together she feels it happen. Her orgasm boils out of her nether regions, crashing through her body, racking her with pleasure. Legs twitching, pussy pulsing her, breasts heaving, the hand holding the fleshlight pushes it over her face, down her body, over her breasts, and down, towards her own ravaged pussy. She rubs it over herself, coaching a few last tremors of orgasm before her body loses the ability to hold anything. This is how her boyfriend finds her hours later, nude with the fleshlight between her legs.

She hated it.

She loved it.

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There was about four inches of snow on the ground when I left the highway and made my way into the scenic overlook area, I was on gravel about fifteen feet off the road, far enough off the main road to be safe and close enough to be seen. Before I texted Brook I took a piss writing my name in the snow as I’d done so many times as a young boy, then called Mr. Bremmer, the owner of the feed mill to let him know I was safe and what my plans were. He was glad to hear from me and happy to know that I was not only safe, but that I would remain safe along with the truck. With the engine running and the clearance lights on I settled into the passenger seat to text my soon to be bride.

Me: Hi, it’s 12:44 and I’m stopped for the night, gonna have a sandwich and attempt to sleep. If the snow wasn’t so disastrous to drive in it would be beautiful, big nickel size flakes softly floating to earth. Wish you were here in my arms right now.”

Brook: I wish I were in your arms as well, I know ways to keep you warm, we could have quite a make out session in that big seat. Will you wait for the county trucks to go through in the morning before you head home?

Me: Yup, once they plow and salt I’ll be right behind them, it’ll be slow but it’s better than putting this rig in the ditch. I let Mr. Bremmer know, he’s good with everything and told me to take my time getting back, he doesn’t have any more feed deliveries scheduled until after the holidays. That means I can spend more time with you. (I sent along a kissing smiley face)

Brook: Here’s three kisses and a hug for you, going to bed now, text me when you leave there in the morning.

I dozed on and off throughout the night, the snow began to let up just after three, I noticed two four wheel drive pickups with plows and yellow lights flashing as they creeped along toward Princeton around four fifteen, more than likely local guys with contracts to plow parking lots and driveways in Princeton. With seven inches on the ground an early start was imperative for them. I’d taken a leak and was standing at the front of the truck as daylight filtered through ever so gently, from my left was a familiar and welcome sound, a plow truck making his way through.

I inched my rig next to the road and as he drove by waving at me I slipped in right behind him, we weren’t exceeding twenty- five miles per hour, but we also weren’t in the ditch. Going south from Princeton the roads changed dramatically when I crossed over into Buffalo County, they had obviously been plowing much earlier than Green County where I had been parked. I had my phone on Blue Tooth, when Brook called, I was able to keep on driving uninterrupted while we talked.

“Hey how come you didn’t text me when you hit the road?” She asked.

“The county truck popped up so fast that I only had enough time to jump in the drivers eat and get in behind him, I wanted to wait a little bit before I called.”

“I’ve been up since five thirty Frank, mom has scolded me twice for pacing the floor. Now that I know you’re okay and on the way home I think I’ll go back to bed, don’t do this to me anymore, it’s too stressful.”

I laughed, “Sure, like I have something to do with the weather, I’m okay Brook, if the roads stay clear I’ll be back in town by one, wanna have lunch with me?”

“Got a better idea, I’m home alone until about four, I’ll make lunch and we can eat together. You know, like playing house. Tee heehee.”

She had opened the metaphorical door, I was gonna walk through, “Is that all we’ll do if we play house? I’m having withdrawal pains after no kisses last night.”

She giggled, “I know what you have in mind dirty boy, but my panties are staying on, even if your hand is in them as long as I keep them on I’m okay, because the minute you get them off me I won’t be able to say no. So … panties stay on, alright?”

“Okay hon, panties stay on, for today. I would like to touch you inside them though.”

“Stop it Frank, you’re making me damp and horny. Call before you come over and I’ll have everything ready. Ham, eggs, hash browns and toast sound okay?”

“Perfect babe, perfect.”

I had called my folks the night before shortly after Brook and I stopped texting, I figured it was time for an update. While we talked I told mom I was going over to Brooks for lunch, the line was silent for several long agonizing seconds.

“Frank, you be careful, don’t be foolish since you’re so close to asking for her hand. I know her folks and sister aren’t there because we saw them headed out of town this morning. You behave you hear me son, you’ve held out this long, don’t take advantage of an opportunity that might lead to heart break.”

“You don’t need to worry mom, we aren’t having sex, at least not yet anyway. We’ll behave, we always do.”

When I backed the truck into the heated bay it was covered in salt residue and slush. The kid who took care of washing the trucks was pissing and moaning about how dirty güvenilir bahis it was when Mr. Bremmer tapped his shoulder from behind.

“Kevin, while you were tucked in your warm fuzzy bed last night Frank was battling a snow storm over ice, while mommy was making you supper Frank was holed up in the cab with lousy convenience store sandwiches and chips, while you waltzed in here this morning all chipper and raring to go Frank was happy to be anywhere but a ditch. Those are but a few of the reasons you’re going to clean this truck top to bottom and inside, oh, and if that doesn’t suit you don’t let the door hit you in the ass. Now shut yer yap and get busy.”

After turning in all my paperwork and the receipt for the fuel I was ready to head out, Mr. Bremmer wasn’t having it, he wanted to know the cost of everything I’d purchased. I gave him the receipts and turned to go, Mr. Bremmer’s voice stopped me where I stood.

“Hold on Frank, I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you did yesterday from making sure everyone got what they ordered to being willing to sacrifice your comfort to get the rig home unscathed. Guys like you need to be rewarded.”

Pulling a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet he handed it to me.

“Take that pretty girlfriend of yours out to a nice dinner on me. I’m sure she had as hectic a night as you did worrying about you. There’ll also be a little extra in this year’s Christmas bonus as well, now get outa here, get some sleep and I don’t wanna see your mug until the 27th. Oh, and Frank, you’ll be paid in full for these extra days off, consider them comp time.”

With Christmas on Friday I would have three extra days off. Brook was waiting for me on the porch as I drove up, a sweater wrapped tight around her and a smile on her face. When I was three steps up the five she launched herself into my arms damned near knocking me backward. Kisses and a soft *thank you Lord* was all I heard for the next two minutes, picking her up cradling her in my arms I walked to the door, she reached for the handle and we were inside. More kisses, more tight squeezes, more whispering it was so good to see her.

Breakfast for lunch was perfect, it hit the spot and put me half to sleep. Laying on her bed we necked and touched a little, but I was exhausted, kissing me she told me to nap and she’d wake me later. Around three I heard a ruckus in the living room, it was her family. Jerome was the most vocal.

“I see Frank’s truck at the curb, where is he?”

I heard Brooks voice, “He’s in my bed.”

Jerome’s voice raised about five octaves, “In your bed, what the hell is going on here girl? That boy needs his ass kicked if he thinks he’s going to take advantage of my baby girl while we’re out of the house.”

I then heard Alice, “Jerome be quiet, Brook why is Frank in your bed?”

She went on to tell them of my night and subsequent morning, how she’d made us lunch and I fell asleep on her bed on top of the duvet fully clothed, she put a blanket over me and closed the door. Tracy piped up down the hall, “Yup, he’s dressed, it looks like he’s awake. Can I go in?”

Tracy had no more than asked the question when she pranced into the room.

“Hi Frank, pisser of a night huh? So, sleepin in my sister’s bed? Good thing Brook aint in it as well or daddy would be beatin yer ass right about now.”

Alice grabbed her arm and spun her, “Close your mouth you sassy thing. Be glad you’re 18 or I’d wash your mouth with soap. Where do you learn trash like that?”

Tracy smirked as she left, Brook was seated on the mattress at my feet, Alice was standing mid-room and Jerome was standing in the doorway trying not to glare. I felt like I’d messed things up.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Ellory, I was so tired, I didn’t mean no harm.”

She smiled as she sat next to Brook, “Shush, you’ve done nothing wrong lad, do you want to sleep longer?”

“No ma’am, I think I need to go home and sleep in my own bed. Mom will wonder where I am, I told her Brook and I were having lunch but that was a while ago.”

Alice patted my leg, “That’s a good idea, mom’s like to know where their kids are. Say, why don’t we get together with your folks Christmas Eve after church service, we could have hot chocolate and dessert at our home. I’d like to get to know your parents.”

“I’ll ask mom, I’m sure they would like that, they want to be better acquainted with you and Mr. Ellory as well. They’ll likely go to the evening service at St. John’s Lutheran, they could meet us here afterward.”

Alice smiled, “Us, are you coming to church with Brook?”

“Yes ma’am, she asked if I would and I said yes, maybe I’ll like your church better than St. Johns, it’s mostly old people and as exciting as watching paint dry.”

Brook reached for my hand helping me sit up, “Come on wayward traveler, you need to go home and sleep.”

I had forgotten to tell her about the hundred dollars Mr. Bremmer had given me, as we walked to the truck I reached in my pocket for the keys and türkçe bahis remembered it was there all scrunched up. At the door she had her arms around me as we kissed goodbye, I handed her the bill when we moved apart telling her the story. She smiled and told me she’d tuck it away in her purse and we should do something special with it New Year’s Eve.

******Brook*****

I was wishing I’d done more than wrap a sweater around me when I walked Frank to the truck, the cold wind was cutting right through it, I stood on the porch until his truck turned off of Holiday Drive and no longer in sight, shivering I closed the door and walked right to the couch where my folks were sitting. Plopping myself onto dad’s lap and snuggling into his broad chest I broke down blubbering, he let me cry until I had been diminished to sniffles and asked what was wrong.

“I could have lost him daddy, it took so long to find him and I could have lost him. What if his truck had crashed or something like that?”

“First off kitten, he didn’t crash, second he’s a good driver from all I’ve heard, third he had the good sense to pull over and wait it out and last but most importantly, he made sure you knew where he was at all times and that his goal was to get home to you. I’m not saying it couldn’t have been worse, but the way that boy loves you it would have taken a tornado to keep him from getting to you.”

I blubbered, “I love him so much it would kill me to lose him, I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Mom entered the conversation, “Honey our men leave every day to provide for us, driving is what Frank does and like your dad said, he’s very good at his job. If you two end up being together you’ll need to get past this worrying and fear or it will destroy you.”

I almost bristled when she said *if we end up being together* and it must have showed.

My face stiffened, “Together, of course we’ll be together, I’m going to have his babies some day when he asks me to marry him. There’s no *if we’ll be together*, in my mind and I think Franks that’s settled, no man has ever paid a moments attention to Brook the freak until Frank, who happens to be the same kind of freak I am. We accept each other for what we look like and don’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks other than family.”

Mom grimaced when I swore, “Where do you and your sister learn this foul mouthed stuff, you’ve certainly never heard your father or I talk like that.”

I thought to myself, *yeah right, you obviously don’t know how thin your bedroom walls are because I’ve heard you yell far worse when dads nailing you to the mattress* but the better part of judgment took over and I said nothing. Once I’d cried myself out, I went to the kitchen for a snack and turned in early.

*****Frank*****

Brooks mom Alice was on the phone to mom as I walked in the kitchen, “Yes he’s here, just walked in. Thanks for checking, and tell that sweet Brook how grateful I am that he has her to love and take care of him. Christmas Eve? Yes, that sounds lovely, nine o’clock your house, we’ll be there. Bye.”

Hanging up she pulled me in for a hug, “You, young man, scared the bee-jeebers out of me last night. Don’t you ever do that again you hear.”

“It wasn’t like I planned for a storm to move in ma, it just happened. Besides, I’m home and no I don’t want anything to eat, I’m going to shower and sleep until tomorrow morning. Tell dad g-night for me when he comes in.”

Fresh crisp sheets had never felt so good, with my head on the pillow and the quilt tucked tightly around my neck I remember nothing more than three or four breaths before sleep took over, with sunlight peeking around the curtains I rolled out at 7:20, I hadn’t slept that late in ages. Making my way to the smells of breakfast mom was clearing the dishes and dad was getting ready to go outside for morning chores, with a hug he patted me on the back and left.

“Eggs or pancakes, there’s some sausage left if your interested. By the way, you’d better call Brook, she called twice last night and this morning at six when you didn’t answer your phone, I told her you likely had it switched off.”

While breakfast cooked I called Brook, we had a quick conversation before she had to leave for work, I told her I’d pick her up at the store when she got off at four. Thinking I’d like to start a tradition by getting her a poinsettia for Christmas I went in early, she waved and smiled when I entered the store, because I hadn’t thought of it sooner the plants were picked over except for the scrawniest looking and the very big ones. Remembering I would be getting a bonus I picked out a pink one covered with blossoms, it had to stand over twenty four inches tall and was an easy foot and a half across, at $34.99 I felt Brook was well worth it.

Standing in her lane she was so excited once I’d reached the front of the line, we chatted a little as I checked out, she told me she’d see me in about ten minutes. I had that monstrosity of a plant in the back güvenilir bahis siteleri seat when I opened the door for her, as I got in my side she was faced sideways looking at it admiringly.

“Is that for your mom, she’s gonna love that.”

Pulling her to me I laid on the most passionate kiss in my arsenal, breaking she sort of whispered.

“Dang boy, you really missed me didn’t you.”

“Brook, the plant is for you.”

“Oh Frank, it’s beautiful, you still aren’t going to get my panties off, but I wouldn’t mind if you tried. NO FRANK, not here people can see in the truck you horny bugger. The new Appleby’s just opened, let’s go to supper there, I’ll let mom know so she doesn’t worry.”

Normal payday for me was Thursday, but with it being Christmas Eve day the checks would be ready Wednesday, I stopped in about noon, Edna gave me an envelope and told me Mr. Bremmer wanted to see me in his office.

“Frank, come in, sit a minute. I wanted to thank you again for Monday and into Tuesday, that truck is less than two years old and would have taken a while to replace even though it’s covered by insurance. Here, I want you to have this, it’s a little something extra from the missus and me to say thanks. Do something special with it, something you and your little filly will enjoy. Merry Christmas son.”

I took the envelope, stuck in the inside pocket of my jacket and promptly forgot about it. When I picked Brook up from work she was kissing me hello in the truck with her hand laid against my chest.

“Hey, what’s in your pocket?”

Reaching inside she withdrew the two envelopes opening the thicker of the two first, it was my regular paycheck and three one hundred dollar bills, our regular Christmas bonus. When she opened the other, she gasped.

“Oh my God Frank, you need to see this. Oh my, oh my.”

She pulled a check out of the envelope for five thousand dollars, I knew that the truck was expensive, I mean like a couple hundred grand expensive once it was fitted out, but I had no idea simply bringing it back undamaged was worth the extra money they had given me. She was in tears, I was in shock, never before had I been so blessed by someone outside my family.

“Oh my gosh Frank, we have to send them a thank you card, this is just too much to wrap my head around.”

I ate supper at her house then helped her finish wrapping gifts in her bedroom before we went out to Wally World for more paper, it was only right since we’d used it up and Tracy still had gifts to wrap. While parked at the curb outside her house we took advantage of the fact that her folks were still at the Credit Union party and steamed the windows of my truck with a make out that surprised the hell out of me, taking my hand she put it under her dress tight to her mound.

“Remember I told you I wasn’t going to let you take my panties off, but I wouldn’t mind you trying.”

That was all I needed to hear, as I pressed against the mound her legs opened and she moaned into my mouth, sliding my hand up until it touched the elastic I could smell the damp aroma of her over heated pussy, it was so damned enticing, I now understood why the bulls will sniff a heifer in heat and snort as they roll their head backward. I was experiencing the same thing, it wasn’t like I hadn’t touched her before, but it had always been at the end of a long make out session and then only briefly, it had never been so blatant before, nor had she ever initiated it. With my fingers twiddling in her fur pie her hips lifted off the seat, then came the whisper in my ear.

“Put your finger down to where it’s real wet, uh huh, now up a little until you feel that hard little —- oh my gosh, it feel so much better when you touch it. Use the juice from my pussy to rub that little nub, yes, like that baby.”

In minutes she was writhing and groaning as her hips rocked back and forth, I simply went with the flow and continued to rub her clit. Her breathing stopped, her body stiffened and her abdomen shook, looking in her face I couldn’t tell if she was in ecstasy or pain as she softly made UH sounds over and over. As her body relaxed she put her hand on top of mine holding it still.

“No more baby, no more, it tickles too much. Cup me with your hand, mm-hmm, see how wet you’ve made me.”

My first witness of a live female orgasm, and it had been my finger that had caused it. There was a sweet smelling thick stickiness coating my fingers, I think I surprised her when I dipped my finger into the folds, withdrew it and put it in my mouth sucking it clean. She stared at me wide eyed, then softened her expression and grinned, she knew I was hers as she leaned forward to French me, we had taken our relationship to an entirely new level in less than an hour, a level neither of us regretted.

I put on the defrosters to help clear the windows before anyone noticed, she was adjusting her panties when I offered to help, pushing my hands away she fixed her dress.

“If I let you touch me again tonight after what we just did these panties are coming off and I’m not ready for that yet. I’ve read hot steamy romance novels, but tonight I lived one. Frank, I love you, please don’t think I’m a tease, I want to give you everything but I’m not quite ready.”

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[This tale spans exhibitionist, First Time, Group and perhaps a little anal wrapped in a surprise.]

“Are we drunk enough to play Tooth or There?” spouted Caroline. Apparently SHE was.

“I think we need one more frosty pitcher before I am. THEN I’m willing.” volunteered my always eager wife, Sue. All but Caroline and her new husband, Chuck, had been to our hedonistic gatherings. “But-choo aren’t drunk enough to slur yer werdz!” Sue teased, then as she rose from the thick carpeted floor, she flashed Chuck her panties.

His eyes widened and he slyly checked his chubby wife to see if she caught the brief show. She was laughing with Maria instead. He looked at me and I smiled. We all chose to slide to the floor so when we fell over it would be a short fall – yea, that was it!

Sue ground up the fresh ice and doubled the Tequila in the pitcher before returning. She bent over, her back to Chuck, to gently and slowly put the pitcher on the floor tray. She cleverly bent next to Car so she would not see her groom staring up my wife’s skirt for an extended view of her snug panties wrapped around her oval mound. I saw his mouth drop, so I knew he had a clear view. The ladies all sat daringly in a cross legged yoga pose and fussed with keeping their skirts flat and nearly modest.

Car and Maria flanked me. As we chatted and teased, Maria’s hand frequently ended up in my lap, usually bumping my distinct bulge and making it twitch noticeably. This wasn’t lost on Caroline, who Sue and I had known for a few years. We frequently teased her with bawdy limericks, jokes and dares. She teased back, but she always seemed too innocent to follow thru with any risque dares. Maybe tonight would be different.

We just recently found out that she had been an absolutely stunning model before we’d all met. She still has a very pretty, if chubby, face and is nearly double her ideal weight. At five foot one, even with her DD tits, she should not be 200 lbs. I had noticed a photo on her fridge of a stunningly beautiful blonde with perfect curves, bright blue eyes and a radiant, perfect smile. When she said that was she just five years earlier, I stood riveted to the floor, silently stunned, mouth drooping for a long minute until her sigh woke me. My thoughts were ‘What the hell happened?’, but all I said was “WOW! Beautiful, just beautiful!” She sighed a sad smile.

Tonight she wore a pale blue, loose skirt with a tan, profound drop-front, braless top. A few inches of her chubby thighs were daringly exposed, even more so to Chuck and Mario. Her huge, shapely tits trapped the cloth and generally protected her modesty, if that’s even possible in a top that’s open to your navel. This was the most revealing clothing she’d ever worn around us, since her wedding. Though her low-cut wedding dress showed much more tit flesh, normally.

Maria was in a short skirt that she kept pulling back down to modest heights, more to keep our attention on her shapely legs than to hide them. Her top was a light, full-sleeve sweater with fat, full length zipper that gripped a two-inch ring attached for easy access. Her nipples announced themselves loudly and my x-ray eyes ‘saw’ her tempting tits as I saw them the first time.

As my sweet Sue squatted, then dropped inelegantly to the floor, her crossed legs exposed her wet spot to Car, me and Maria. She fluffed and adjusted her skirt so even Chuck got a view of her shapely thighs up to her pale blue panties. Car gasped lightly at the display, but Maria just smiled. Sue downed a big sip and said “OK, NOW I’m ready for Tooth or There. Who’s first?”

Chuck, eyes flicking between my wife’s thighs and Maria’s chest, raised a hand. “Tooth, I mean TRUTH. Al, when’s the FIRST time you saw my pretty wife’s pretty tits?” He blushed at his daring dare and Car blushed and stared at him. Why was he picking FOR me? Has he never played ToD? I played along.

“Truth: “At your wedding, she wondered why guys stood behind her when she sat. I moved behind her to check and saw the reason and told her. ‘Both your nipples are exposed every time you exhale.’ She looked up at me staring down at her nipples, looked down and saw them clearly exposed.

“She smiled brightly, looked back up at me and shrugged her full tits into view, saying ‘Oh well. I hope they, and you, enjoyed the show.’ Then she smiled so sweetly and crooked her head while leaving both big, beautiful tits displayed to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off them and just sheepishly nodded while enjoying their beatific beauty. I ignored you, though I knew you were watching me stare at your bride’s big, beautiful tits floating inside her virginal white dress. She always dresses so button-up conservatively at work!”

Caroline spoke up, “My turn. Um, Al, assuming you still pick TRUTH, tell us about your FIRST romantic kiss. Dish!”

“OK, but you’ll be very disappointed. I was in FIRST grade, holding hands with a very cute blue-eyed blonde in a pink dress with several petticoats under it. We were both giddy and glassy eyed and couldn’t illegal bahis stop staring at each other. After skipping down the hall with the class, and getting yelled at for skipping, as soon as the teacher turned away, I pulled her to me and kissed her full on the mouth. We laughed at how daring we were and that was it. Until we were told to wait against a wall while the teacher went to get something. As soon as she was out of sight, I leaned my six-year-old lips in for a lingering kiss and I saw stars. My knees shook and she felt the same. That’s all that happened that day. Next!”

“Awww, how cute. Was that your wife? You know that doesn’t count. I want to hear about your first REAL romantic, breathless kiss.”

“No, that wasn’t Sue. Sorry, you’ve had your TOOTH shot already. Who’s next? Maria?”

“OK, I’ll have a go. TRUTH! But I want you to answer Caroline’s question AND tell us about your first time eating pussy!” Car gasped loudly; everyone else laughed.

“Why are you picking on me? This isn’t how to play this game! I’d rather hear about Car’s first time eating pussy.” She gasped again, but didn’t deny it. “You may find this hard to believe, but I was VERY shy as a kid and a late bloomer. My FIRST time seeing, eating and fucking a pussy was with the same girl. I was twenty, stag at a frat party. A friend was boasting about his hot new girlfriend, let’s call her Barbie, who was somewhere around; telling me about her cute, pristine tits; how she was still a virgin when they met and how he changed that and how great a French kisser she was.

“I didn’t believe his boasts and was busy scanning the room for a connection of my own. After several beers, the girls all got cuter. A short, stag girl I knew from classes wove thru the crowd right to me. I tried looking past her ugly glasses and pulled her to me. She actually was cute. Hard to hear anything over the music, I got against her ear and kissed it instead of talking. She smiled and I kissed her full on the lips, my FIRST adult kiss. She warmly kissed back and our mouths opened. I felt her warm tongue hug mine for a few seconds before she pulled sharply away and told me she had a boyfriend and I shouldn’t do that again. Then she smiled sweetly and left. THAT was my FIRST French kiss.

“Seemed like a mixed message to me, so I had another beer and kept looking for Barbie or my friend Frank. Before I found them, I saw tiny, ugly glasses girl again. She was flirty and asked who I was looking for. I said, ‘you’ and asked where her boyfriend was. When she said he wasn’t there, I said ‘good’ and kissed her again. She didn’t object at all.

“My tongue found hers for my second French and was very warm and happy – until I felt this HUGE pain! I saw stars in the darkening room. She’d bit my tongue – hard! Then she said ‘I told you not to do that again.’ and left. Was she playing with me? I downed another beer, mostly to cool and assuage my burning tongue.

“While more slowly downing another beer, my drunken eyes spotted Barbie. She was very cute and matched Frank’s description. I wandered over and introduced myself. Frank hadn’t told her about me at all so I had to convince her that I knew him and wasn’t JUST hitting on her. We went up to the dark, quiet attic, the make out room, and chatted, but I was really feeling the six or eight beers I’d had and said I need to lower my head. She offered her lap and I took it. After several deep breaths, I turned my head inward, my nose against her groin as a filter and whiffed her arousal.

“When I snuggled tighter against her and rubbed my nose in her crotch, she asked me to stop that. I turned my head back outward, but the beer smells were nauseating. I told her so and pressed deep against her groin again and told her SHE smelled much better than the room. She let me press and smell her crotch, even pulled me against her, for some minutes before saying I just needed some clean air.

“She lead me outside and after many deep, clean breaths, I did feel better. I realized the car we were on was mine, so I offered that we get inside for the warmth and quiet. She readily agreed. While chatting about college, I learned that she wasn’t out of High School yet and it was her eighteenth birthday (really?) That lead to questions about Frank and their relationship.

“She said they didn’t have one. They NEVER kissed, got to third or second and certainly never screwed. I believed her and so her RED light changed to GREEN. I leaned in for a kiss that quickly lead to second base and Frenching warmly for a long, blissful moment. Another FIRST! Suddenly, the car rocked. Frank was drunkenly kicking my door and cursing me for stealing ‘his girl,’ mocking her kissing me.

“I got out and confronted him with her facts and asked if it were all true. He just shouted ‘WHATEVER’ waved us away and left. Barbie was in tears and I consoled her then drove her home. We kissed and fondled, her tits were even smaller than Sue’s, for a long time before exchanging numbers and saying ‘night.”

Caroline spoke up, illegal bahis siteleri “OK, that was two or three firsts, but I think Maria asked about your first time dining at the Y and your first fuck!”

“Such language, from lady Caroline! Frank didn’t talk to me for a week since he was embarrassed to admit he lied about Barbie. He knew any slim chance he had with her was gone, so he gave me his blessing, as if I needed it. I called her and told her where things were and asked her out for the next week. She said OK, and though she loved our Frenching, she didn’t want to go much further. We met for light dinner and found a barely lit place to park.

“After steaming the windows a long while, and lingering on her tall nipples on her A-cup second base, I pulled her hips to me and slipped under her dress to attempt third base. I cupped her mons, another FIRST, and felt her dampness. She looked deeply into me and said ‘OK’ so I ignorantly rubbed her vulva. I knew my anatomy well, but didn’t know what to do with it. If she was a virgin, she wouldn’t know much either. I felt her slit and rubbed her panties into it. When I found her clit, it was half out of her hood and sent a jolt up her body. My fingers slipped under her panties and I got my first feel of girl hair and damp pussy. It was glorious!

“I tried to be gentle and respectful and maybe romantic, but my conscienceless dick was fighting me. I turned on the inside light and pulled down her panties. There, before my virgin eyes, was a pristine, gleaming, fuzzy pussy. I rubbed it gently, but she lurched firmly against my hand and spread her juvenile legs to split open her nubile pussy. As if in a living anatomy class, I rolled open her outer then inner labia and exposed her throbbing clit. When I touched it, she gasped and shook. Her young labia were wet, slippery and pleasantly fragrant.

“I pushed a finger half way inside her velvet tightness and she tensed up and shook again. Anatomy lessons didn’t tell me what to do next, and she wasn’t talking. I leaned the seat back for greater access, enjoyed the beauty of her blonde tuft and vulva, then I ate her. A FIRST, yet not! With no instructions, I fumbled my way around her most intimate parts, licked then CHOMPED on her hair. I ate her bush! It tickled! Why was THIS such a hot thing to do? It smells great, but tastes like hair. Don’t laugh!

“She finally whispered ‘lick me’ and raised her mons so her slit met my tongue. Fortunately, she was aroused, fragrant and DELICIOUS. It could have gone all wrong for life if she weren’t. The first taste of her intoxicating nectar put my tongue on auto and it lapped its way around and between all her scrumptious labia and welcoming clit. I probed deeper, as deep as my tongue allowed then learned my fingers reached deeper.

“They scooped more of her juices out for me as I kept licking. Her moans were my secondary rewards. She clamped her legs around my head as she shuddered and squealed. I didn’t care that I couldn’t breathe. I kept licking and she came again on my face. I LOVED IT! Whew. I’m a little breathless recalling her sweet/salty flavor. She leaned her hand on my stiffness, released it and sucked it down, but you didn’t ask about my first BJ, so, The End.”

Wide-eyed Caroline gasped “YOU’RE breathless? Wow. My turn. I choose DARE, but be gentle with me Al.”

“Hmm, gentle? OK. I dare you to take both tits out and leave them out for me to suck on while you tell us about your first fuck, or anal if you’ve done that. You didn’t expect your tits to stay hidden with that wide open shirt anyway, right? Gentle enough?”

“You bastard! Chuck, are you OK with this? Thumbs up? Really? Here goes.” She only had to move her shirt aside a tiny bit to free a huge, pendulous yet firm and shapely boob with its half dollar halo and thick, hard and tall nipple. She pulled it over the shirt and let it fall back – in slowwwwwww motion! Before she got the other one out, Maria reached in and took its weight in her hand. She thumbed the hard nipple and let it fall. Car gulped.

I had to adjust my stiff dick before I could lean over and lick an exquisite nipple. “Mmm, what did you dose this with? Tastes like vanilla and peaches. Very tasty.” Maria licked the other sexy nipple and agreed then sucked harder and we both GENTLY bit the hard nipples.

“Ugghh, ouu, that’s just me. Umm, what was I supposed to tell you . . . oh yes. I have never done anal beyond a finger or two in me and I got nothing from it, so no story there. My first sex? Let’s see . . . OH!” I had pulled her big tit up by its nipple and Maria mimicked me. We both let go at once and watched our fun bags collide and shake randomly. One tit had bounced back into the open shirt, so Maria easily slipped the sleeveless top over Car’s head and tossed it aside. We lifted the big bared tits to our mouths again.

Car quipped, “I guess I won’t be needing that again since I’m all bare now.” She shifted and her skirt raised higher and she left it exposing more of her chubby thighs.

“My canlı bahis siteleri FIRST is a short story. I had been dating someone for nearly a year and only let him finger or eat me. I like watching him spurt, but I wouldn’t swallow! He’s the same guy who deep fingered my ass. I was still a virgin at eighteen, so I decided that my real gift to me was real sex. During my birthday party, he took me to my bedroom and ate me til I came. I flipped over, hands on the bed, feet on the floor with my soaked bare ass and pussy aimed at him and whispered ‘Do me. Do me now!’ And he did. He took my cherry in two minutes and unloaded on my back and dress. When people asked why I changed, I answered truthfully that something spilled on it. The end. May I have my shirt back now?”

Car stared intently at her husband until he got the message. Enjoying his wife’s dare he chose DARE. Car brightened up, “Good! I dare you to eat Sue until she cums on your face. YOU have to undress her first.” ALL the rest of us groaned ‘WHOA!’ at the same time. This was heading exactly where we wanted.

“My dear, loving, sweet, wonderful wife, may I do that in sixty-nine?” he begged hopefully. She looked around at all the smiles, knowing that would mean both would be totally naked, and agreed. Chuck whooped loudly and as he got to his knees, slid his hand and Sue’s skirt to her waist. He pushed her arms straight up and deftly shifted her blouse over her head. Her bare, tiny tits slid out from under her shirt, perfect nipples already hard. He licked his lips and stared at her tall nips then shifted to the enlarged wet spot on her panties and grinned before helping her up.

With my topless wife in the circle center facing Chuck, he unhooked her skirt and let it fall. After a long stare at her shapely, toned legs, he put his face against her panties and slid them to the floor. Sue got her wish to be the first one naked. After admiring her light brown landing strip, he slowly turned her around by her sexy ass for a good look at her jogging-shaped cheeks. We all got a clear full frontal view as she slowly spun and soaked in the admiration. Chuck spread her cheeks and took a long look at her back door.

Sue pulled Chuck’s shirt off and helped him up. She knelt and loosened his tenting shorts. His dick was threatening to sneak out the bottom already. She slipped a hand under his shorts and whistled, “going commando today?” His shorts lunged and a bit of his helm escaped. As she unzipped and pulled the shorts off, she whispered to the stiff dick, “Whoa boy, you’ll be free in a second.” And it was. As the shorts hit the floor, his thick 8″ cock sprung up and slapped Sue’s ear.

As his balls swung free, Maria turned to Car and gave her a big ‘thumbs UP’ which Car happily returned. She added, “I’m very happy with his tools. I’ve always wanted to see them in action especially as they please another woman. I’m glad he gets to fill my friend.” I reached for the small remote behind us and clicked it in two directions, pointing at the two cameras aimed at us. “Are you recording this? Oh, I need a copy.”

“Yes I am.” I replied. “And there’s a third camera focused on us so we didn’t miss your tits on parade. You may take that camera and manually frame your husband eating and maybe fucking my wife, if you like.” Hiking her skirt showed that her panties were also wet, but she was at the camera ‘in a flash’ and circled the first two naked players. Enjoying all the amateur errors, she zoomed quickly into Sue’s tits, ass and pussy then her husbands stiff cock in Sue’s hand as she posed it on her leg and against her wet pussy.

“OK you two, Chuck on your back; Sue spin around and sit on his face. That stiff cock won’t wait, so you’ll have to make him spurt first before he can get you off. Then make him cum again.” She stayed with them until Sue swallowed his cock wholely down her throat and filled her belly with several strong spurts. She placed the camera back where it was and framed Maria and me before she sat back next to me with her hypnotic tits swinging freely. We watched the couple hump each other’s mouths for a while.

Mario spoke up, “I haven’t had my turn yet in this scrambled ToD game, so how about I dare Caroline to replicate Al’s FIRST two pussy munchings and her BJ? I want to see Caroline naked when she’s finished up.”

I looked at Car and helped her to the sofa edge. “I like the way you think, Mario.” My dick was at the edge of my shorts and Maria’s hand was helping it peek out, then hide as she gently stroked it. “I don’t remember any helping hand back then, but I would have loved it. If you make it shoot before I get it in Car, be neat and lick it all up, OK? Now, Car, we have been to second, but missed first.” I slid her skirt up as I leaned up to kiss her. Our tongues quickly merged and hugged.

I felt Maria push my shorts up to let half my cock free to explore her hot mouth. Mario latched onto the big, free tit and rubbed his shorts. I licked, then pinched her nipple hard before Frenching her again. Her moans were distracting her husband, but we didn’t care! I whispered, “I wanted to suck your tits while Sue watched from the first day I met you. Then I wanted to feel your hot pussy wrap and grip my cock as it filled you with cum. I hope you are on the pill.”

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A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 20). This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.

Chapter 22 – Discovering KC’s Talent. A High Stakes Vacation

Mark

Tom and I got back to my condo about six o’clock. I was very pleased to see that KC was still there. I was enthralled with her for some reason. I had to stop myself and test why I felt that way about her. She’d touched my heart as fast as Brita had only a week or so earlier.

I had to admit that I found her a lovely human being. Just like the other four girls, I could sit and watch and listen to her for hours and never be bored. She also made my heart beat faster, a feeling I really hadn’t felt until I met Elsa. It was new sensation then, and since, I’d found it with the other ‘sisters’ and Brita.

I suggested that we all go out to dinner at a place called Swans – a family restaurant on the edge of a large man-made lake southwest of the city. Everyone liked that idea, so I let security know our plans.

The girls went off to change, and I noted that Elsa and Cindy had taken KC under their wing. They came back to the living room twenty minutes later tastefully dressed. I loved how each of my girls could come up with so many different ‘looks.’ I had started to catalog them, and I was also learning favorite dresses and combinations that suited me. I especially praised those options.

We had some wine and cheese during the limousine ride out to Swans. Elsa told me the restaurant had that name because swans migrating north or south with the seasons stopped by the hundreds on the adjacent lake. I just liked the food and ambiance.

The advanced security team had already checked out the restaurant and gave us a nod as we disembarked in front of the place. It’s hard to look unobtrusive with a twelve person stretch limousine, and a nearby table of three men and one woman mostly dressed in black. An observant patron might have wondered about the bulges under their suit jackets.

As we started to get seated for dinner, Elsa made sure that KC got a place of honor between Tom and me. KC looked at me with such a grateful expression I thought I’d cry. I’d just made her day were it not for the fact that she’d already spent the day with the girls, a point that she talked about with great enthusiasm.

Elsa sat across from KC, and made sure that I appreciated KC’s artistic talent. She prompted KC to tell me about selling her first painting over $10,000. I then got KC to pull out her iPhone and show me photos she’d taken of some of her work. I loved every one of them, and hoped that the others did too. I told her I wanted to buy several of her originals, and the more I gushed over her work the brighter her blush. I was serious, but I think she thought I was being patronizing. She kept telling me I didn’t need to do that.

As we were prone to do on Sunday nights, we talked about our plans for the next week or two. I commented that I had a trip to San Diego at week’s end for two days. I could tell that piqued Elsa in some way.

Elsa triggered my interest in a lot of ways. She was braless, and wearing a top that was nearly see-through. Moreover, I knew from the limousine ride that she had gone commando. She’d flashed me more than a few times, and even made me hard on the ride to dinner.

Elsa came back to that point even after the conversation had moved on. “Mark, would you be willing to take next weekend off and fly somewhere for a small vacation – maybe in Mexico? I was thinking of Puerto Vallarta, but that’s only one idea. It’s not far from San Diego. We all just want time with you. Tom could come, and I haven’t thought who else.”

I felt KC go very quiet next to me, as though people were talking about a party for everyone else at the table except her.

Elsa picked up those vibes. She announced to anyone listening, “I am of course including KC in this idea.”

The change in demeanor, breathing, and body language was palpable. KC perked right up and brightened with a huge smile. At the same time, I saw tears form in her eyes about being included. She whispered to Elsa, “Thank you.”

I teased Elsa, “I like your thinking. Do you want to find us a place?”

Elsa looked surprised, “I guess. Sure.”

“I have some requirements you might like.”

Elsa looked questioning.

“You meet me there Friday afternoon and depart a week later on Sunday morning.”

Elsa burbled for a few seconds, “You mean canlı bahis şirketleri … nine days? “

“Yes. Oh, and a few other things.”

She gasped, “What?” The happy surprise was evident in her tone.

“First class all the way, but you probably guessed that. Tom and I can’t handle all of you women without help. You’re all going to be horny and wearing hardly any clothes. We need a few more males. Why don’t you invite those four guys you met and Carter, unless Mel doesn’t want him around.”

Mel smiled, “Carter being with us would be outstanding. He’s cool.”

I had a further idea, “Invite Andy and Margo too. Maybe we can do some team building between the CEO and the COO … and besides I like Margo.” I laughed at my attempt at understated humor. Everyone at the table except maybe KC knew I liked to fuck her on a frequent basis.

Elsa teased me, “You just want to team build in Margo’s pussy.”

I smiled, “Oh, there’s a thought.”

“You’re serious? You can take off that much time?” I asked in awe.

I explained, “I’m between deals. That week I was going to be home anyway, and I’d much rather be in a warm weather clime this time of year. Anything I need to do I can do by phone or computer.”

“Do you have any place you’d particularly like to go or see?”

“No. You girls pick it. Wait, another idea. Invite Brita. I know you don’t know her, but if she could come over it might give us a chance to all romance her a little, do some more business, and do that team building stuff.” I gave a lecherous grin.

Elsa’s head was swimming with ideas and with the responsibility I just dropped in her lap.”

Melanie leaned over to her, “Elsa, I’ll help you. I know some of his preferences, although this will be unique.”

We went through dinner. KC bubbled over about having been invited on the week away. She was doubly pleased when she realized I’d whisk her away in the company jet. The bigger worry then seemed to be what to take. Elsa told her, “That’s easy. You take two bathing suits: one decent and one as indecent as you dare. Anything else is superfluous for what I’m thinking.”

We laughed at that thought. I knew if she headed to Puerto Vallarta there were some very upscale restaurants and clubs, but she’d discover that after ten minutes on the Internet.

After dinner, we rode home. As we neared the city, Elsa asked KC, “Can you stay over again?”

KC nodded enthusiastically and those tears of joy pooled in her eyes again. I think I knew in that instant that we had a new permanent girlfriend or wife or whatever we were to each other. I didn’t want her to leave, and she obviously wanted to stay; a winning combination.

We had a relatively quiet night when it came to sex. I made love to KC and Elsa. The other girls went off to play with Tom or by themselves. After I was almost asleep, I became aware of Cindy and Melanie creeping into bed with us. Tom and Sheila apparently slept together.

Elsa

I held my panic in check. I had a week to structure a major vacation for fifteen of us, assuming everybody could attend. I was suddenly the planner and social secretary for Mark, not that I minded, but I didn’t want to screw up my first serious endeavor for him. It’d be so visible if there were a hitch.

Melanie helped me by giving me a checklist she’d developed about Mark’s travel. I noted the requirement to interface with Mark’s security and started that immediately, talking about our plans with Lucas – the head of security for Worthington – really for Mark.

Next, I had to arrange for the aircraft to be ready, and sort out the schedule so everyone could get there. I finally took in that Mark also owned a larger plane than the corporate jet I’d been on – a long-range custom 737 that could carry about thirty passengers in posh comfort across the ocean or continent. Mark would be in Southern California with the smaller plane anyway, but the rest of us would use the larger plane.

I then called the most upscale real estate agent I could find in the Puerto Vallarta area. When I described what I wanted I was put through to the head of the agency, and given the royal treatment. Ultimately, after checking about costs with Mark, I rented a large villa just north of the Mexican Riviera on a highly prized and very private stretch of land. After that it was back to security and the pilots for final approval. The pilots suggested a helicopter between airport and the villa since the place had a landing zone; I agreed and got him to set it up.

I took on the hardest personal invitations first. I called Brita Jean Thorsen, the CEO of Danskpharma. Amazingly, I got through to her in seconds just at the end of her business day.

“Elsa, this is Brita. I knew the name instantly when my secretary questioned your call. I am pleased beyond description to meet you, even if only by telephone.”

“Brita, the pleasure is all mine. Mark was so bubbly about meeting you and how you two connected canlı kaçak iddaa so well.” I allowed my double entendre to hang in the air for a second. “Part of that is why I am calling. We are planning a weeklong holiday starting on Friday in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. We are all hoping that you can make it. I think there will be about fifteen of us. Mark specifically asked that you come if you can.”

“Tell me more.”

I described the villa, timing, the other people we hoped could all come, transportation, and almost everything I knew, including security. The fact that Brita didn’t interrupt to tell me she couldn’t make it gave me hope she’d accept.

Finally, I took a deep breath. “Can you make it – Friday night to the following Sunday? Mark said you could return home via coming to headquarters here for a few days if that would also suit you. He said there were some beneficial meetings in which your presence would be valuable both to you and Worthington.”

There was a long silence and I heard some background chatter in Danish. I waited patiently. Brita came back, “In a word yes, I will be there. Saturday afternoon, I think; and I will visit Worthington headquarters on the way home. I will use my own plane to Puerto Vallarta. I’ll get arrival times and such to you by email, if you could arrange for transport to your villa in the helicopter you mentioned I’d appreciate it. I’ll have two security staff with me on the plane; I assume there is nearby housing for them?”

“Yes. I will text you the contact information for Lucas Donovan, our head of security. Your staff may wish to coordinate with him.”

“Perfect, and well done. I look forward to meeting you. Email me as your plans gel.”

“Hmmmm, errr, Brita, there’s one more thing I need to tell you about.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“The group that is going on this trip … errr, well, I don’t know how much Mark told you, but … well, we are very intimate with each other … and usually quite open about it. I mean, if you come, we can hold off …”

Brita interrupted and she was laughing, “Elsa, you needn’t be so nervous. I am an adult and I am far from being a virgin. What you suggest sounds scandalous … and like a lot of fun. I look forward the trip even more now. You just made me wet. Mark did tell me a little about the antics of you and your so-called sisters, so this is not unexpected. I really look forward to a very arousing and sexual vacation.”

“Thank you for being so understanding … and still agreeing to come.” I put a little emphasis on the last word.

“Oh, I shall cum all right … I hope you put that on everyone’s agenda. We will be in touch about arrangements and I will see you in Mexico. This is exciting in so many ways.”

We rang off.

Instead of calling Andy, who I obviously knew intimately, having made love with him only a couple of days earlier, I called Margo and told her about the trip, particularly about the wild sex I thought we’d have. She squealed in joy at the idea and told me she’d work on getting Andy to go. I left the rest in her hands.

One call to Deke and he practically exploded with enthusiasm about the whole idea. Two hours later, he called me back. Mike, James, and Ryan were in too. Carter could come too. We had the whole contingent: eight men and seven women.

I’d pretty well blown Monday getting everything set up, and I couldn’t have done it without Melanie’s help. I realized in the process that my boss at the architecture firm was being exceptionally solicitous of how I was using my time. I decided I’d better have a talk with him.

I went down the hall and knocked on his open door. “Greg, do you have a minute?”

“Certainly, come on in Elsa. What’s up?”

“A couple of things. I’ll tell you what they are and then we should talk.”

“Uh oh. Sounds ominous. I hope you’re not leaving us.”

“First, I’ve been here today, but haven’t done any project work – I’ve been totally unbillable. Mark asked me to set up a trip for next week, and I want to take time off to go with him. I’m feeling guilty about taking more and more time off, so I think I should go on part time status, I guess.”

Greg studied me for a minute and I could see the wheels and cogs in his head spinning in thought. “Elsa, you are a good hard worker and I don’t want to lose you; you’re one of the best people here and so creative. I can only imagine the pressures that being Mark Worthington’s girlfriend puts on you, and I am very sympathetic to that. I propose that you continue to work flexi time. You’ve been here almost five years. Come June, you were going to get a raise and an additional week of vacation time each year bringing you up to four weeks. We’ll see about the raise. You use that vacation time, and if you need you can even mortgage some time against your future accrual. If the need arises, we’ll just arrange for leave without pay, but I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

“Thank you, so. I am feeling so guilty.”

“Elsa, canlı kaçak bahis City University has an architecture program. Why don’t you talk to those people and see whether you can get an intern to work with you as an assistant. Unlike many places, we pay our interns. That would relieve you of some work after you get them up to speed, and they could cover for you, particularly over the summer timeframe when school is out.”

“I will, sir. Thank you.”

I went home that night feeling a lot better about my job at Darwin Architectural Group, and how I was nicking hours here and there away from it, usually at Mark’s behest in some way. I told Cindy about my talk with my boss, and she allowed as she would try to do the same thing.

Of course, that night I had a lot to share with everyone about the trip, and I did a great ‘show ‘n tell’ about the villa we’d rented. At least on the Internet, which we projected onto the large screen TV in the living room, the place looked spectacular. Mark looked at me with such pride; I thought I’d burst. I was so glad he liked what I’d arranged. I made sure to acknowledge Melanie’s help.

KC was missing at dinner. She was working at the art gallery until they closed at nine o’clock. Since we’d eaten on the early side, Melanie and I took a walk after dinner to find the gallery and to provide her some company. We strolled along the streets chatting madly with each other about the coming week and all the activities we could sample. About a hundred feet behind us were two armed ninja bodyguards each of whom resembled a line backer for the NFL. Talk about feeling safe much.

KC’s gallery was a brightly lit, stark, modern place with benches, a mechanical ceiling painted black, and about two hundred modern paintings hung on white walls. KC jumped up when Mel and I walked into the place. Her smile was brighter than the hundreds of halogen lights.

KC exuded, “I’m so glad you came to visit. This is almost one of my homes.” She gestured around at the gallery with her arms outstretched. I noted how sharply she was dressed.

We chatted a moment. I asked, “Where’s your stuff?”

KC pointed, “Just in that corner.”

We walked back that way, and I was instantly in love with ten large canvases ranging in size from four-by-four to seven or eight feet square. “KC, they’re all beautiful. No wonder you’re booked out.”

Mel said, “I know it’s not usual, but could I take pictures. We have to show Mark.”

KC nodded enthusiastically. They’re also on my website, but not in high resolution.”

We talked about art for a while. I asked, “Who owns the gallery?”

KC blushed, “I do. I’m just breaking even.”

“Then why do you have your stuff way in the back. You almost can’t see it from the window.”

“I guess I’m modest. I didn’t think it was that good, but I’m slowly starting to realize that some people like it.”

“Like it? People love it. You have all the right touch with color, tones, balance, the symbolism, and everything.”

Melanie asked, “Do you work here full time?”

KC shook her head. “No, I have three other women who also take a shift. Their work is displayed here too.” She pointed to three separate areas on the display floor. “They kind of rent display space.”

“Where do you paint?”

“I have a small studio in the loft I rent as an apartment. I get inspired at crazy hours. Sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and then paint straight through for a day with barely anything to eat.”

“Just don’t cut off you ear,” Mel teased.

KC led us to a comfortable seating area near her desk. “What’s happening about the trip?”

I gave her a summary of the trip, travel arrangements, and then we used her desktop computer to look up the villa on the Internet.

KC teased, “This isn’t one of those scams where they get you to pay up front, and then you find the place belongs to someone else, is it?”

“Well, two of Mark’s security men are flying down there tomorrow to make sure the place is on the up and up. One of the past presidents of Mexico used to stay there. It’s very secluded, has a large safe room, and provisions for a ring of security around the place. We’ll be safe. Within a half-hour drive there are also some great restaurants.”

“What should I bring to wear, beside the bikinis you mentioned?”

I laughed, “I was only half kidding about the bikinis. I’d bring one regular bikini, one that is positively lewd, some casual clothes to travel in, and a cocktail dress and heels. I think you could fit everything I’m bringing in a small suitcase. From when we get up until dinner, we’ll be doing beach, ocean, or pool things, and evening we’ll probably dine out and then come home and get naked again.”

KC smiled and laughed joyfully, “I have fallen in with a group of sex-crazed maniacs … and I love it. I’ve always thought I was one too, and now I’m sure of it. You’ve all brought out the best in me.”

Mel commented in a serious tone, “We think that we are all hypersexual – and I mean that as a clinical condition. The other word is nymphomaniacs. We all just love sex all the time anywhere and almost with anyone.”

KC giggled, “My kind of people. You play to my long suit.”

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