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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I moaned louder, and bit my bottom lip.

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

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

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Erica’s Man: Student Teacher

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Honestly, anything at all.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you to cum inside me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ebb Tide Ch. 04b

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

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

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

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

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

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

(WHERE WE LEFT OFF)

Sara Patel was walking beside me, suddenly pensive.

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

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

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

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

“You’re strong,” she gulped.

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

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

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

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

“Oh … okay. You’re cautious as well.”

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

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

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

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

“Door?”

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

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

“How did it go?” she asked eagerly.

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

“Sara, how did it go?”

I swatted Dabney’s backside for that.

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

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

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

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

I groaned.

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

Dabney paled and Sara gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh,” she smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aaahhh,” she emoted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mission accomplished.

{BY DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT}

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

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

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

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

First message requiring a response:

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

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

Second message:

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

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

killer in the city … and worked for the

.

Third message:

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

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

Fourth message:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok Cool.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?” He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[b]Tracey Wells walked down the halls of the local college towards the coucellors office On the way she met her friend Trish ,who told her that Mrs. Denton Had Been replaced. Tracey thanked her and gave her a quick kiss as Trish left the waiting area,
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Being in my thirties and not married has been a great source of frustration for my mother. She is always trying to fix me up with girls, always the ones who are totally NOT my type. So, when she told me that she wanted me to take her friend’s daughter out for dinner, I was not especially thrilled. It was easier just to do it than to listen to my mother complain, so I agreed.

I’m a pretty conservative person and have not had many wild sexual experiences, but that was all about to change on the night of my blind date. I went to her house to pick her up and was surprised to find out that she was very attractive. I’m talking very attractive. VERY attractive. I was mentally thanking my mom as we walked out the door for our date.

We were sitting at this expensive restaurant, in a little round type booth that was pretty private, talking and getting to know each other. She was a lot more forward than I was and, part way through salad, she reached over and kissed me very gently. Then she started to kiss uydukent escort me more aggressively. The next thing I know, I felt her hand on my crotch! Even though there was a tablecloth hanging down in my lap, I was totally dumbfounded that she would be so bold in a restaurant! She ended up unzipping my pants and taking my cock into her hand right there. My cock was already hard and she started to massage it while she is still kissing me.

Just then, our waiter brought our dinners. I’m sitting there with my stiff cock out, and she started to eat her steak. I figured she was done groping me, so I started to zip up. She said, “wait, I’m not done yet.” So as we ate our meal, she occasionally reached under the tablecloth to make sure I was still hard (I was, of course), stroked it for a few minutes, and then went back to eating. This was so wild! I was so horny that I could hardly eat, but she seemed to be taking her time with her meal. Every time she reached over to stroke my zeytinburnu escort cock, she stopped right before I could cum.

My cock was throbbing and covered with precum. She finally finished her meal and then scooted a little closer to me. She grabbed the base of my cock and then used the other to stroke the head of my cock. Then she leaned over, dribbling some saliva right onto my cock, then continued stroking away. Soon, I was gushing a huge amount of cum all over both of her hands. She cleaned it up with her cloth napkin just in time for the waiter to come around to take our plates and ask if we were interested in dessert. She said she would like some chocolate mousse and I agreed that sounded good too.

As the waiter walked away from the table, she brought her right hand up to her mouth and, using the tip of her tongue, seductively licked up a long stream of my cum off of it. Then, she grabbed my hand and put it up her skirt, where I discovered that she was şişli escort not wearing any underwear. I slid my finger down over her clit and right into her molten hot pussy. She said “taste it” so I pulled my fingers up and licked the juice off of them. “Mmm, tastes great,” I said and she smiled and said “now I want you to make me cum.”

Just then, the waiter arrived with our chocolate mousses. Now SHE was the one who was not as interested in eating! She moved my hand back to her pussy. I began alternating between rubbing her swollen clit and dipping into her juicy pussy. I could see that she was discretely squeezing her nipple through her blouse. Her eyes were closed, with a look of ecstacy on her face. She tilted back just enough so that I could slide a few fingers deep up into her sweet pussy. I finger fucked her for awhile, and then pulled my fingers out and rubbed firmly on her clit with my wet fingers. She rocked backward and started to cum, so I slid my fingers back in just in time to feel her pussy contract wildly and feel her creamy cum all over my hand.

I used my napkin to clean my hand up, we ate our chocolate mousse, and then I took her home. Suffice it to say I’ve become much more agreeable to my mom fixing me up on blind dates.

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She grabbed the heels of her feet and spread her legs wide and as the tip of his
gigantic cock-head pushed against the entrance of her pleasure-raw pussy, she
stiffened with fear. Before she could protest his oiled cock tip penetrated her
cunt, stretching the lips beyond belief. She stared in horror, as the fat, black
pipe began to sink in her blonde-furred hole. The breath rushed from her heaving
chest, and she gasped, almost in pain, as her cuntwalls were spread apart by his
villainness monster. Her body thrashed from side to side; her hands clawed the
mattress, her toes curled and went rigid, but her legs went around his
muscle-rippling ass, pulling him deeper into her taut, straining body.

“Agggggggggggh!” she screamed.

Without warning he had plunged his cock all the way in and seated it deep in her
hole, the head at the very entrance of her uterus! Sweat ran down her forehead
and she twisted her head about. Her chest heaved in exhaustion.

“Your English cunt is made of steel! Never have I felt a pussy this tight! But
you seem to hurt, Princess, shall I remove it?” he asked in a choked voice.

She grabbed his head and pulled it down, kissing him fiercely, her tongue
searching his open mouth. “Never!” she hissed, “Never! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! My
King! Oh, fuck me with your marvelous black cock!” she growled, her face a mask
of lust and determination.

He smiled and began to slowly move his cock in her stuffed pussy. Savagely, her
legs reared up and around his waist, squeezing him with surprising power. He
stiffened his arms and began to thrust.

She remembered being blinded by hot white light and her mind erupting in
brilliant colors. She remembered the lightening bolts of pleasure surging
through her body as each stroke of his massive cock seemed to set off a cum;
each one becoming bigger than the one before it until they all seemed to run
together. She remembered the wonderfully intense pleasure-pain as he plunged the
full length of his shaft into her pliant body. She could recall her hot juices
running down her asscheeks; her legs thrown up over his powerful shoulders, her
hands gripping the sides of the mattress as she held on for dear life. She
remembered the savage pride she felt when she succeeded in sucking his
impossibly large cock all the way down her throat; his spurting cum gushing
straight down her gullet.

Vaguely, she recalled Kunta’s smiling face and lusty eyes; her tongue licking at
the streaking juices being released from her body; the soothing voice that
encouraged her to suck on her big nipples while her body shook with the violence
of her primeval pleasures.

Chuka had been insatiable, and his cock forever hard. He took her everyway
possible, delighting in twisting her body to accommodate his every lust-filled
whim. He had turned her over, face down, on the table and shouted something,
hoarsely, to the others; Jumo and Mantu. Instantly, their hard cock-heads were
pressing against her face, vying for her hot mouth. Her mouth opened wide when
Chuka pushed his cum-covered prick back into her creamy hole, the force driving
the breath from her body, and both men tried to stuff her face. They were
delightfully surprised when her lust-filled brain make her stretch wide enough
to get both giant heads inside the lovely oval of her hot mouth; the scene
faithfully recorded by the all-seeing eye of the camera.

The hot, obscene images her mind had only peeked at began to come alive. Now,
two cocks assailed her willing body; one in her cunt and one in her mouth, each
man taking turns with one of her gaping openings. And Kunta’s willing mouth was
always there, her hot tongue licking and tickling, driving her to even greater
depths of black madness. Laying across her body, she sucked the black goddess’s
pussy while a big cock – she didn’t remember whose – plunged in and out of her
ever juicy cunt; the cum-cream washed off by Kunta’s eager tongue.

Cum washed over her body like a tide. She gulped and swallowed, and licked at
it; rubbed it into her face and into the skin of her body. Cum ran down her
cheeks, down her thighs, dribbled off her chin, to her tits, then down her
stomach. She bathe in it. Reveled in it. She couldn’t get enough of it. Her
tender mind was seared with the magic of black lust!

Later, in a sex induced mist she lay on the mattress, her face up, her tongue
gently licking Kunta’s pink, scalding pussy. Rich cream dripped into her open
mouth, and onto her cheeks. Squatting above her face, Kunta’s body was bent
forward; legs stiff, her ass well up in the air. Dreamily, she gazed into the
steaming caldron of the big woman’s sex, fascinated by the pink cunt walls
surrounded by a jungle of thick raven hair. Someone – maybe Jumo – was playing
with her pussy, fingering her clit, keeping her on the edge. Someone else –
maybe Mantu – had an well oiled finger up her asshole and was slowly twisting it
around, lubricating the deep virgin channel and its’ tight opening. Chuka’s head
rested on her chest, his mouth silivri escort and tongue busy with her perky tits. Lazily, her
hand played with his tight, cap of curly black hair.

She was floating on a wonderful cloud of exciting, dangerous black sex and
wished never to come down.

Chuka said something to Jumo in their native tongue. How she yearned to speak
their lovely language!

Then he whispered, “Take heed, Princess. This will be your introduction to a new
wonder of physical pleasure; one that only the magnificent prick of a Zulu can
truly give you.”

Jumo stopped playing with her pussy. She saw his black bulk hunker down behind
Kunta’s upturned ass, his thick African cock sticking out like a heavy lance.
Kunta was looking back and smiling, a look of lusty anticipation on her face.
She had seen Kunta get fucked before; what was going to be different about it
this time, she wondered. Then she saw Kunta’s brows knit together and her
features tighten in rigid determination. Kunta’s body stiffened and her arms
went out to hold her balance.

And she saw the reason – Jumo was sticking his thick cock up her ass!

Her mouth opened in surprise and wonder; her eyes went wide, as she watched his
thick monster disappear between the round asscheeks, up the dark tunnel of
Kunta’s rear hole.

“Look, my Princess, at Kunta’s face!” Chuka whispered, “Look how it changes from
pain to pleasure! Look how her fat cunt opens and begins to boil in response!
Jumo’s assfucking is making her cum!

“Have you ever seen anything so wondrous? Think how it would feel to have a
beautiful Kaffir cock in your pretty cunt, and,” he hesitated, “one up your
beautiful, tiny ass.”

Mantu wiggled his finger deeper into her bowels, enflaming her mind.
Automatically, she raised her leg to give him greater access – Chuka smiled when
he saw that her wide-open legs were directly facing the camera – but a small
piece of sanity shouted at her: Impossible! She could never take one of their
cocks up her ass; she was too small! Not Jumo’s, not Mantu’s, and, especially,
not Chuka’s!

Jumo’s prick was now seated deep in Kunta’s ass and her deep groans of pleasure
and pain played music on her ears. She stared as Jumo began to draw his fat
weapon out of her hole; pulling it out, then sinking it all the way back in, his
hands kneading the pliant flesh of Kunta’s asscheeks as he did. Her mind reeled
as the heat from Kunta’s cunt poured out of her, and her own pussy began to
squish, throbbing in time to Mantu’s vigorous fucking finger.

You can do it, the lust-filled little voice said to her; you can take anything
they can give you! Haven’t you engulfed their cocks with your mouth, sucked the
monsters all the way up your pussy? Do it, the voice said. Do it! Feel their
huge tools entering your ass, your cunt, your mouth. Give yourself completely!
The voice screamed in her brain.

Eagerly, her tongue licked at the spreading pussycream leaking from Kunta’s
boiling cunt; sliding forward to wash Jumo’s dangling balls as they slapped
against Kunta’s asscheeks. Her eyes were heavy and her chest rose and fell with
her harsh breathing. She kissed Chuka deeply, running her tongue in and out of
his mouth. “Yes, my King!” she said softly, “Yes! Fuck my Royal ass! My pussy!
Wash my mouth with your lovely black cum!”

His strong arms pulled her from beneath Kunta’s trembling body, letting the big
woman fall forward with Jumo’s cock still deep in her ass. Her gasp was pure
pleasure.

Chuka spoke to Mantu, then pulled and pushed her to her hands and knees,
positioning himself in front of her, on his knees, also, his hands holding her
tits firmly.

“Slowly!” he commanded Mantu, who, she saw, was squatting behind her, “Do not
hurt her too much.”

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she moaned. Her body was on fire; her cunt bubbling with
passion, her asshole puckering, but a tremor of fear filled her brain when she
saw Mantu’s rearing prick behind her, poised by her ass. He was the smallest of
the three men and yet his cock seemed impossibly big; too big for her tiny
bun-hole.

“Mantu will be gentle,” Chuka said, his hands feeling the trembling fear in her
body. “His cock is oiled and he will open you up for Jumo and for me, then with
our manhoods in every part of your body, you will truly be a Kaffir-loving
wench,” he chuckled. “Here, wrap your Royal lips around my shaft and it will
occupy your mind. Suck!”

She hardly heard him speak, her mind and eyes so enrapt with Mantu’s swaying
prickhead coming closer and closer to her upturned asshole. Her mouth opened of
its own accord and his black prick filled the warm moistness, her tongue
flicking across the burning knob. Without any problems, she had swallowed half
his fat shaft. Her nostrils flared as his man odor filled her senses; hungrily,
she began to suck the hard, slick, black flesh.

Hot flashes of light filled her as Mantu rubbed the swollen prickhead against
her dripping cunt, lubricating tuzla escort it and the shaft, adding her own body fluids to
the oil glistening on his throbbing prong. Without warning, he pushed his
rampant cock all the way up her yielding cunt, making her mind blaze with lust;
the once huge cock, now just a joy-filling thickness. Her eyes misted with
rapture from the pleasant invasion.

Kunta’s voice reached out to her, the heat of her assfucking making her body
burst with shaking tremors of lust and pleasure, “Oh, yes! Yes, Jumo!” she
yelled, oblivious to the others, “Harder! Fuck my ass, harrrrrrrd!”

The Princess found her mind reeling with envy and desire; her asshole twitching,
agitated by a powerful lusty itch. “Fuck me, Mantu! Fuck my ass! Open me!
Please!” she whined. Her voice was desperate with longing as Mantu pulled his
dripping cock out of her steaming cunt and placed it at her asshole. She felt
the heavy, familiar nudge and her eyes glistened. Her head bobbed frantically;
her mouth sliding all the way down Chuka’s saliva stained prick, then Mantu
pushed the fat knob into the tight ring of her puckered asshole.

“Ugh! Ugggggggh!” she gasped. “Aaaagggghhhhh! . . . oh, Chuka, it hurts! Oh,
God, it’s so big! I’m going to die!”

Kunta’s glistening face was beside her. “Breathe deeply, My Princess,” she said,
“Relax the muscles of your ass, then the pain will go away.”

With a massive physical effort she did as Kunta ordered. The fat cockhead was
in! She could feel the stretched band of her asshole fiercely gripping Mantu’s
vibrating prick, squeezing it, making his balls boil with the urge to plunge his
manhood all the way in the virgin shaft. Her mouth hung open; saliva dribbling
from her mouth, trickling down Chuka’s cock. Eyes wide with lust, he took little
notice as he held her quivering body firmly by her tingling tits.

Mantu’s strong black hands wiggled her trembling asscheeks as he gently worked
his slug-like cock all the way up her asshole. Her vision blurred as sweat
trickled into her eyes; her chest heaved and she moaned loudly, but the searing
pain began to subside, slowly replaced with a new, more intense sensation; a
sensation of perverted pleasure!

A mad itch invaded her cunt and she roughly shoved two fingers up the hot shaft
in a desperate effort to stop it.

“Aaaaaaaah!” she sighed. “Oh, my God! He’s in, Chuka! He’s all the way in!” Her
voice rose to a crescendo and her breath came in ragged gulps as Mantu forced
his throbbing prick all the way up her ass chute. Her body lit up with a
strange, exotic rapture; something never before experienced. She had a big, fat,
wonderful, black cock all the way up her lovely white ass! Her sensory system
erupted with wild pleasure.

Mantu’s body heaved with the pride and exertion of being the first in the
Princess’s asshole. He felt the changes flow through her body; first pain, then
joy, then lust! She was a wonder beyond belief, and his Zulu heart surged with
love and affection.

“Stick her on my cock, Mantu!” Chuka ordered. Laying on his back, his gigantic,
rampant prick stuck straight up like a burning spear.

Gasping in euphoric pleasure, she felt Mantu stand and with strong hands lift
her off the ground – his cock still deep in her shitter! Suspended precariously
from his staunch cock, her legs went back around him as she tried to maintain
her delicate balance. Her cunt was flowing like hot Maple syrup, thick and rich.

Never had she felt so full before!

Her fingers frigged herself, driving her cunt towards release, her mind
oblivious to everything except the heat surging in her body. Chuka pulled her
dripping fingers out of her cunt, and spread the furry lips wide with his
thumbs. She grunted and sucked air into her lungs as his large, angry-looking
cockhead split her gash and wiggled into her cunt. His hips bucked and he
groaned as the searing heat of her pussy surrounded his prickhead.

Slowly and carefully, Mantu positioned her, turning her hips slightly to accept
his Leader’s mammoth cock, never allowing his own to escape her throbbing
asshole. Sweat rolled off his body like small, raging streams as he fought to
control the tightness in his ballsac. How he wanted to flood the lovely
pale-white ass with his Zulu cum.

“Aaaaaaaah! Oooooooo!” she mewed as her cunt was stuffed with Chuka’s massive
dong. “Oh, yessssss,” she moaned, “Oh, yes! . . . so goooood!” Her voice was
choked with primitive passions; her body exploding with each new inch of fat
cock that entered her willing body. She stared outward, eyes glazed, body
sizzling; hardly aware of anything except the delights each black cock was
giving her.

Sandwiched between the two large black men, she was hardly aware of Kunta’s
active mouth, sucking her swollen nipples, adding tingling, tiny pleasures to
the violent tidal waves that crashed over her again and again. Her brain reeled
as Chuka and Mantu stroked their massive rods up her grasping fuck holes,
driving üsküdar escort her towards total insanity. Her fevered brain registered Kunta’s hands
squeezing her mouth open; Jumo stuffing it with thick, throbbing cock; the
pungent aroma and sharp taste of Zulu ass still clinging to it. Like a bitch in
heat, she started sucking on it.

Every hole in her vibrating body was filled with big,thick, black cock!

The rolling camera caught the image of her grinding hips and thrusting ass; her
wildly sucking mouth; heard the choked moans of primitive passion escaping from
her throat. But it could not capture the searing rapture that engulfed her body
and her brain, or see her twitching cunt and grasping asshole squeeze the
pleasure from the pounding cocks.

She felt their pricks stiffen and swell up as their balls prepared to rush the
love-juice into her waiting body. Her body surged as the screams of release
penetrated her whirling mind; hers the loudest of them all. Her pussy exploded
with white-hot heat as hot cum splashed in her cunt and ass, shooting deep;
washing the walls of her love channels with waves of rushing juice; overflowing
her holes with excess. Her lips buried themselves in Jumo’s thick cock-hair; his
cockhead down her throat. She squeezed his dangling balls and was rewarded with
a surge of gushing, sticky-sweet cum.

Each of her quivering love holes milked the shrinking cocks, squeezing the last
dregs from them; her body craving cum like an addict. Along with Kunta, she
licked stray globs of shiny juice from her face and arms. Kunta licked her tits
and stomach, mewing like a cat over a dish of rich cream.

“I love you all,” she whispered softly.

Chuka smiled and nodded to Kunta, “Take her and clean her up; dress her, too. It
is almost time.”

He had watched her stagger away, eying her heaving flanks. If there was time he
had thought, he would sample the tender white ass, too. Marvelous! What a woman!
He had gotten much more than he had bargained for. He had looked at the camera;
still recording. Much more.

Warm water cascaded over her body, soothing her; refreshing her mind and body.
Kunta attended her like a hand maiden; washing her, towelling her dry, then
helping her to dress.

What have I done? she wondered. Fucked and sucked three black Zulu’s; sucked
black Zulu pussy; had my cunt and asshole stretched beyond belief; wallowed in
their cum-juice; debased herself completely. Have I? No, she thought. No, I
didn’t! I just lived the most intense fantasy any woman – even a Princess – ever
had! She smiled and then she heard the noise.

“Hide her!” Chuka shouted, “It’s the Police and the Army, too.”

To her, he said, “We never meant you harm, Princess. Here,” he thrust a video
tape at her, “keep this in remembrance, and try not to think too harshly of us.”

He spate orders at Kunta and then he was gone. She remembered the fear, even
more loathsome than before, as Kunta pushed her into a closet and told her to
keep down. She cringed in the darkness, and then the noise exploded around her.

They found her; the SAS soldiers, apparently none the worst for her experience;
shaken, but seemingly in good condition. They didn’t find the video tape that
she jammed beneath her suit jacket. They were all dead. Even Kunta. The Police
and the soldiers thought the tears she shed were ones of relief.

No, I was not molested. Yes, they did treat me a bit rough, but I was unharmed.
No, I don’t need a doctor, just some sleep. Thank you; I’m ever so grateful.

Later, she heard them say that there had been a leak; an informer who led them
right to them. That’s how it ended; eighteen months ago. But not for the most
wonderful forty-eight hours of her life, she had thought.

“Your Highness? Your Highness we’re here.” There was concern in the faraway
voice and it brought her back to reality. “Are you all right, Madam?”

“Oh . . . yes! Yes, of course. I was just daydreaming. I’m sorry if I startled
you.” She rewarded the man with her famous smile.

They escorted her to the door of Mandy’s flat. She waited until they were safely
down the stair before knocking.

“Hello, old girl,” Mandy said with a wide grin. “How’s things in the Princess
business?”

“Bloody horny!” she giggled.

“Well, look what I got for you!” Mandy opened the wardrobe door. Two young,
large Blacks were standing in their jockey shorts, squeezed together.

“It’s about fucking time,” the larger one said, pushing his way out.

She eyed his muscular body, and the thick bulge at his crotch. Heat filled her
cunt with expectation and her smile went wide.

“Hey, it’s no bullshit! You really are . . .”

“No,” she said, interrupting the smaller one, “I just look like her. Everybody
tells me that.”

The large one eyed her suspiciously. “Bullshit!” he finally said. She laughed
and opened the buttons of her blouse. The nipples of her bare tits were hard and
erect. She patted his cheek and rubbed her body up against his hard blackness,
feeling the excitement.

“If that’s what you want to believe, go ahead,” she said groping for his
stiffening cock. “Tie me up to the bed and stick that fat, black cock in me;
make believe you’re getting a Royal piece of ass.”

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It was about 4:00 one late spring afternoon and I was driving casually up a country road, on the way back to town after doing a soil stability analysis on a rural site. I was coming up on a bicyclist headed the same way, half watching him/her to be sure I wasn’t crowding the rider with my F250. The rider was wearing one of those tight, ugly unisex cycling outfits, and I had given up checking out cyclist’s rear ends after a couple occasions of discovering, on passing the rider, that the cute butt at one end of the bike had a beard at the front. I’ve got no problem with gays, but I’m not and I can’t help it if I found the experience disturbing. I stuck to watching them just enough to be sure I was sharing the road fairly after that.

I had just swung out to pass the rider with plenty of space when a black and white blur flew out of the roadside bushes and hit the front wheel, sending the rider ass over teakettle. I slammed on the brakes and turned to see a big, ugly dog snapping at the downed rider as he/she tried to fend it off with the bike from a sitting position. Well, that’s ridiculous; I grabbed my hawthorn walking stick from behind the seat and jumped out, waving and yelling. The dog turned to me and got a couple good whacks in the ribs before it put its tail between its legs and ran off yelping. I turned to the rider.

“You hurt?”

I looked a little closer. Definitely female, even under the eyesore cycling outfit. She pulled off her helmet, releasing a tangled mass of strawberry blond hair, and looked up at me.

“Scraped up but nothing worse, I think. Where did that thing come from?”

“Must belong to one of those hillbillies out here. Let me help you up.”

She started to take my hand and then winced.

“Darn, my hands are really scraped up.”

“OK, let’s try it this way.”

I held her upper arm to keep her steady as she picked herself up. She took a couple steps and then staggered, almost going down, and I threw an arm around her waist. Not a big waist, I noticed in passing. She let me take her light weight.

“You hit your head or something?”

“No, I think it’s just adrenaline aftershocks. That was scary.”

“No kidding.”

I dropped the tailgate and half lifted her onto it.

“Just sit there for a few minutes and get your bearings. Let me see your hands.”

She held them out. Both palms were well scraped up, with a couple fairly deep cuts that looked like they had gravel in them. Nice hands otherwise, long fingers well cared for.

“I need the first aid kit. Sit tight a second.”

When I came back I noticed a line of blood running down her leg. Potentially attractive legs under better circumstances.

“Looks like your knees took a hit too. How do they feel?”

She swung her legs a little.

“Just scraped and bruised, I think.”

She sucked on her lower lip. Cute gesture on her.

“I’m really putting you to a lot of trouble here. Don’t you need to go someplace?”

“What am I going to do, leave you ten miles from town injured and with a busted bike? I work for myself so there’s no one tracking my time. I’ll take off if you insist but I wouldn’t feel right about it.”

She smiled. A smile that should be registered as a lethal weapon, even through the streaks of mud and sweat across her face.

“I appreciate it, believe me. I just hate to be such a bother.”

“Forget it.”

I pulled the Leatherman off my belt and folded out the tweezers.

“Let me see those hands again.”

I quickly removed the gravel and applied Neosporin and a bandage, and then did the same to her knee.

“You’re pretty good at that.”

“I was a Devil Doc years ago. Once you’ve learned to deal with IED injuries a scraped hand is pretty easy. Ready to walk to the door of the truck?”

“You don’t have to do all that.”

“Like I said, I can’t leave you out here stuck. Go hop in.”

She carefully walked to the door of the truck, keeping one hand on the side for balance, while I tossed her bike in the back and climbed in the other side.

“First things first. Hi, I’m Ben McLoughlin.”

She started to stick out her hand and then thought better of it.

“Jill Williams. I’d normally be glad to meet you, but this way of doing it is painful.”

“Hope it doesn’t happen often- at least the bike wreck part of it. So, Jill, should I take you home or to the doctor’s office?”

“Home would be great. I just want to get cleaned up and get some rest. I live over on Decatur Street.”

I tried to make small talk on the way, but she was obviously worn out and struggling to hold up her end, so I let it go and finished the ride in silence except for the directions to her house. She lived in a small house in an older but comfortable part of town, and had a Miata parked in the driveway. She lifted herself out of the truck gingerly, and I climbed out my side.

“Where do you want the bike?”

“Just set it next to the garage for now. Look, you’ve been really great.”

“No problem.”

“Well, thanks again.”

For the last half of the ride I had been debating whether mecidiyeköy escort to suggest that I’d like to see her again. I decided to skip it- she obviously wasn’t in any mood to be flirting after the crappy day she’d been having, and it would be sleazy to act like I was expecting something for helping her out.

“Glad to do it. Good luck.”

As I drove off I wondered if I was making the biggest mistake of my life.

A couple days later I found an unfamiliar cell phone under the seat of the truck while I was looking for my spare batteries. Nobody on my crew recognized it, but one had the same model and charged it up for me. None of the names in the directory looked familiar, so I took a chance and pushed the “Home” button. I got a female voice.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hello… I’m not sure who I’m calling here but I think I have your cell phone.”

Slightly suspicious.

“Who’s this?”

“My name’s Ben McLoughlin. I found this thing in my truck.”

The voice warmed up like the sun popping out from behind a cloud.

“Oh, Ben, this is Jill Williams! Remember you saved me from that dog and gave me a ride home?”

“Of course I remember. You must have dropped your phone. How would you like me to get it back to you?”

“Can we meet up tomorrow?”

“Well, tomorrow’s Friday. I have to be out in the field most of the day. How about I buy you a drink after work?”

“Sounds good, but I’m buying. It’s the least I can do after you were so helpful.”

“You don’t owe me anything, but we’ll figure something out. Say 6:00 at Anthony’s?”

“Works for me. See you then.”

Anthony’s is a seafood restaurant and bar on the waterfront boardwalk, which makes it a great place to have an after work drink and watch the sunset. I got there early enough to grab a table at the window overlooking the marina and ordered a beer while I waited. As I idly watched a seal in the harbor I heard a low whistle from the next table. I turned and saw most of the men in the bar looking in the same direction. A stunningly beautiful woman in elegant business clothes had just walked in and appeared to be looking around for someone. Some guys have all the luck. Her strawberry blond hair was in a neat French twist- wait, strawberry blonde? I looked again and she saw me, smiled, and strode toward my table, making me the target of all the envious looks for once in my life. I stood up and held her chair.

“Jill? Wow, you clean up well!”

“Thanks. I really wasn’t at my best the other day.”

“No surprise given the kind of day you were having. How are your hands?”

“No problems, just waiting for them to heal.”

She showed me her palms, which did look better. Graceful gold watch, no hint of a ring- this was looking better all the time.

“What did you say you were? A Devil Dog?”

“No, a Devil Dog is a Marine. I was a Devil Doc- a Navy corpsman attached to a Marine unit. That was a long time ago, though.”

“Sounds scary.”

“Not really. I got out before 9/11. Actually, I spent most of my service in Korea. Sometimes I thought that every new Marine had to learn the hard way not to fight with Korean civilians. I patched up more drunk jarheads on Saturday nights than I care to remember.”

There actually had been some pretty scary nights along the DMZ, but why bring up a downer like that?

“You in medicine now?”

“No, I’m a civil engineer. The Navy was more a growing up experience than a career choice. So what do you do?”

“I’m a lawyer with the state Department of Justice.”

“How did you get into that?”

The waitress came by and Jill ordered a glass of Chardonnay for herself and another Red Hook for me. The conversation never slowed down, and before we knew it the sun was all the way down.

“Want to order some dinner? Any other plans tonight?”

“Dinner sounds great. All I was going to do tonight was read a bunch of work files.”

“Sad thing for a pretty woman to be doing on a Friday night.”

She shrugged.

“Thanks. I’m too busy for much of a social life outside of work and I learned the hard way that dating other lawyers is a dead end street. The legal community gossips more than my college sorority. This is the closest I’ve come to a date in months.”

“So is this a date or a friendly dinner?”

She winked.

“Depends. Are you going to try to kiss me goodnight?”

“Should I?”

She rolled her dark blue eyes.

“Never ask a woman’s permission to kiss her. Just try it if it feels right and see what happens.”

“So we’ll know if this is a date or not at the end of the evening?”

Her eyes twinkled.

“I guess you’ll have to try it and see what happens.”

Dinner was good, although I don’t remember a bit of what we ate. I was too busy talking with Jill about anything and everything to notice.

“You always carry a big stick in your truck?”

“I got out of the military partly because of a knee injury. It usually doesn’t bother me but sometimes I have to cover some rough ground for my job, and it helps. Not to mention pendik escort it’s useful for some other things, as you saw.”

“Any good stories out of the injury?”

“It was just a dumb accident. They didn’t even give me a Purple Heart for it.”

“What happened?”

“The unit was taking our turn patrolling the DMZ. One night some dumbass lit a smoke in the open, and of course some North Korean took a potshot at the light. The guy started screaming for a corpsman, and I came running and stepped in a hole. Turned out later the round bounced off his helmet and didn’t even draw blood, but the way he was screaming we thought he was dying. I was the only one actually injured.”

Jill shook her head.

“What happened to him?”

“The gunny told him that he was too stupid to be out on patrol and made him the permanent shit burner- excuse me, latrine orderly- for the rest of the rotation. It was summer and he was a lot smarter by the time we rotated back to Seoul. Look, when I start talking about the service I unconsciously start talking like we did back then. Sorry.”

“Nothing I haven’t heard before. Don’t worry about it.”

About the third time the waiter asked if we wanted anything else the hint sank in.

“I think they want this table back. Want to go for a walk on the boardwalk?”

“Sure. Let me go grab my coat.”

I settled the bill and met her at the front door and we strolled out toward the point. About the third time our hands bumped our fingers got entwined and stayed that way. This was going better than I would have thought possible. Jill was smart and enthusiastic about life, making her a real kick to hang out with quite aside from her remarkable looks. No idea what she wanted with an average guy like me, but she seemed to be having as good a time as I was.

We paused at the end of the boardwalk, looking back at the lights of town.

“Kind of windy out here, isn’t it?”

Jill shivered slightly and moved in front of me out of the wind, leaning back a little against my chest. I wrapped my arms lightly around her slim shoulders and looked down to find her looking back and up at me with her eyebrows raised in a slightly challenging expression. I remembered something one of my professors used to say about “a tide in the affairs of men, which, when taken at the flood…” Oh, the hell with that; I leaned down and captured her lips gently. She didn’t resist, thank God. In fact, I felt a slight smile as the initial wind chill faded against my mouth. She rotated in my arms enough to reach up and run one hand through the hair behind my ear, cupping the back of my head slightly. The spicy, flowery scent of her perfume was faint but still nearly knocked me out. I kept it light; she wasn’t the type to appreciate being groped and mauled in public. By the time we broke, though, it was clear that she had absolutely no problem with a public kiss. She still had a smile on her face.

“That was nice.”

“You’re the master- or maybe the mistress- of understatement. I’m not sure I can feel my legs. I guess this is officially a date?”

“Well, to make it official, you’re going to have to walk me to my car and see what happens when we say goodnight. This has been a lot of fun, but it’s really late and I do have some things to do tomorrow.”

I checked my watch.

“My God, I never realized it was this late. That car of yours doesn’t turn into a pumpkin, does it?”

“Not in the five years of so I’ve had it. First time for everything, though.”

We turned back toward town and her hand naturally fell into mine. Neither of us was in any great hurry to get back to her car. I knew the evening was going to end there, which didn’t bother me, but I was really enjoying her company. Eventually we got to the parking lot. She unlocked her car, opened the door, and looked up at me.

“Well…”

She glanced around at the empty lot.

“Don’t ask, Ben, just try it and see what happens…”

I slid my arms around her waist, and her arms locked around my neck. This was a far deeper, more passionate kiss than the first time, and our hands were starting to wander by the time she pulled back. She smiled at me.

“I think that officially makes this our first date. You wrote down my phone number before you gave that cell phone back, right?”

“Give me credit for some intelligence. Of course I did.”

“Good. Call me and we’ll make plans to do this again.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I. Good night.”

With a quick final kiss she was gone.

It took me a few seconds to figure out why I woke up smiling Saturday morning. Then I spent the next half hour or so reliving the previous evening in glorious detail before I got up and started my regular Saturday bachelor chores. It seemed hard to believe that such a beautiful, classy woman would be interested in an average guy like me, but her actions spoke louder than words.

I waited until Sunday afternoon to call her, and she sounded happy to hear from me.

“Ben! What’s up?”

“I was just thinking about you and wanted to see how sancaktepe escort you’re doing. I also wanted to say thanks for going out with me the other night. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”

“I had a lot of fun too.”

Next step was obvious, and I had to take it.

“You said something about doing it again.”

“I’d like that.”

“You like sailing? I have a sailboat, and I was thinking we could take it out next weekend. Maybe run out to Johnson Island, have lunch, and bring it back.”

“I’ve never done much sailing but I’d like to learn. Saturday?”

“Saturday would be good. Let’s plan on it.”

We agreed to talk later about specifics, chatted a while, and rang off. When I looked at the clock I realized that we had been on the phone for a solid two hours. That girl was so easy to talk with that I constantly lost track of time. Strange feeling, but I enjoyed it.

The next week was a busy one. An old college friend was now a lawyer in town, and he was involved in a lawsuit over the failure of an old earthen dam back in the hills. A couple of farms had been flooded out, and now the lawyers were arguing over who was going to pay for the damage. Ed had called me for help understanding the failure analysis reports. Before I knew it, I was listed as an expert witness and had to sit for a deposition. I met Ed the day before to get ready.

“Remember, you’re the guy in the room who understands the science here. Be ready to justify your conclusions, but don’t go beyond what the data and analysis will support. Whatever you do, don’t let them make you mad.”

“I’ll be fine, Ed. What are a bunch of lawyers going to come up with that’s worse than what I dealt with in the service?”

I was thrown for a loop, though, when I walked in and saw a familiar head of strawberry blonde hair on the other side of the table. Ed did the introductions.

“Angus McLoughlin, this is Jill Williams, the attorney for the State Water Division.”

Jill stood up and extended a hand.

“Glad to meet you, Angus.”

She had a strange look in her eyes, and I quickly decided to follow her lead and not expose her private life in front of all these other people. We sat down and got started.

Some lawyers try to intimidate witnesses with word games and snotty attitudes, but the better ones make sure they know their stuff ahead of time. Jill was one of the good ones; she hit every point where there was room for a difference of opinion and made me acknowledge it, while I explained why I thought my opinion the stronger one. It turned into almost an academic discussion instead of a cross examination. She had obviously been studying the engineering issues thoroughly, and by the end I was about ready to offer her a job as a trainee if she got tired of practicing law. Once we got through the facts she started the personal questions.

“How much of your work is as an expert witness?”

“This is the first time I’ve done it. Ed’s an old friend and asked for help.”

“What are you charging for your time?”

“Nothing. I got involved as a favor to Ed, as I said, and wasn’t expecting it to go this far.”

“So you’re working for free?”

“Ed’s clients are decent folks who didn’t deserve to get their farm and livelihood wiped out because someone else was careless. I don’t need to make money off them.”

I looked at Ed and shrugged.

“For the record, though, Ed owes me a bottle of Laphroaigh when this is all over.”

“Of what?”

“It’s a single malt whisky from the part of Scotland my grandfather came from.”

“You’re doing all this work for a bottle of whisky?”

I shrugged.

“I think you lawyers call it pro bono. The Scotch is just a guy thing.”

She looked surprised, and possibly impressed, and quickly wrapped up. When it was done Ed and I went back to his office to debrief.

“So what was that odd look you and Ms. Williams gave each other at the start?”

I sighed. He didn’t get where he is by missing much.

“I had dinner with her Friday night.”

His jaw dropped.

“Dinner as in a date?”

“Well, yeah. It didn’t start out that way but that’s how it ended up.”

Ed banged his forehead on the desk a couple times.

“I don’t know whether to be outraged that opposing counsel would date my expert witness or impressed that you got that iceberg to go out with you.”

“Iceberg? She’s the warmest woman I’ve met in years! And just for the record, the case never came up once. I don’t think she realized I was involved until we walked in this morning.”

“I have to believe that. She’s tough, but she’s never been less than totally honest. She’s not the type to play around with my witnesses behind my back. You know how many men have tried to flirt or get a date with her and run into a brick wall? She’s beautiful, but she keeps every man I know at arm’s length.”

“She did say something about how getting involved with other lawyers is nothing but trouble professionally.”

He glanced at his computer monitor.

“Here’s the e-mail already. Hmm… Letting me know that she had dinner with you, purely social, the case never came up, and of course it’s not going to happen again while this case is going on. Sorry, man, I guess you’re not going to be seeing the bar’s hottest pair of legs outside of court until this is over.”

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With nothing of exception happening, Laura’s work day went fine. Looking forward to a quiet evening, the young lady entered her apartment and got everything ready for a nice time alone with herself. After changing into something more comfortable, she made herself super. Eating away, she enjoyed the simple meal. Satisfied with the main course, she opened the refrigerator and got a box of ice-cream. Taking a bowl from the cupboard, Laura placed some of the ice-cream into it. The lady reached for a spoon and proceeded out into the livingroom, placing the bowl upon the livingroom table. Reaching for the television remote, she turned on the TV to watch the evening news.

Staring at the tube, Laura saw the anchor man’s image emerge. He began reporting whatever was worth mentioning. Also, he started talking about a comet that was already near the earth. In a professional voice, the man said, “ Tonight, the earth shall move through the comet’s tail.” Further, he went on with slight sarcasm, “ There’s nothing to worry about, we’re not on a collision course with the thing.” Speaking on, he also mentioned a few historical points about how people in the beginning of the twentieth century were somewhat frightened about the effects of moving through a comet’s tail. Nevertheless, as the man emphasized, “Nothing happened back then and we shouldn’t expect anything now.”

Having a few general thoughts about the celestial object, Laura watched the news until the program ended. The young beauty spent the remainder of the evening reading some literature before she finally decided to turn in.

Finished with the book, she got up and walked into the bathroom. Pulling down her jeans and panties, Laura sat down on the toilet and took a piss. When finished, she stood up and pulled off all her clothes. Standing naked before the bathroom mirror, she stared at the reflection with a degree of vanity and admired herself. Laura loved the sight of her own tits. They were large and beautiful. Turning around, she looked down at her ass. Running her hand over the curvaceous surface, she said to herself, “ This is what always gets me out of a tight spot.” Yes indeed, she was the type of woman who used sex to promote her own interests either at work or wherever else. Being quite unscrupulous with the opposite gender, Laura used her attractive figure to help advance her career at the telemarketing company. Starting out as a general solicitor, she was now a director with over twenty people under her supervision.

With her self adoration complete, Laura walked into the shower and cleaned herself off, spending a good twenty minutes on her beautiful black hair alone. When she was done, she stepped out of the stall and dried herself off.

While completely naked, Laura went into the bedroom, putting on her nightclothes. Next, she simply pulled back the blanket and got into bed. Right before she fell asleep, the female thought a little about the earth passing through the comet’s tail. Dwelling a few more minutes on the subject, she realized that everyone would be breathing in comet residue. However, her thoughts gave way, and she fell peacefully to sleep.

At seven o’clock, the alarm rang, causing the opportunist to get up and walk into the kitchen, preparing herself coffee and breakfast. As the coffee brewed, she entered the bathroom, pulled down her nightclothes,and took a shit. After wiping her gorgeous ass clean, she flushed, got up, and washed her hands.

Returning to the kitchen, she found the coffee ready. Placing her spectacular female ass down, she drank the brew and ate some cereal.

With breakfast done, she went back to the bedroom and got dressed. After removing her loose fitting nightclothes, Laura opened the dresser drawer and took out some lingerie. Together with a pair of stockings, the lady slid into the underwear. However, after placing on the bra, it seemed a little tight. Nevertheless, she continued to dress herself completely. While putting on her skirt suit which always gave her a commanding and professional look, she noticed that the blouse seemed to be somewhat tighter than usual. Thinking to herself, she said, “ I must have gained some weight, better stay away from the ice cream.”

Having all her clothes on, she entered the bathroom. Looking at herself, she grabbed a brush and combed her hair until it was perfect. As the female gazed at herself, she noticed that her looks seemed to have improved. Laura appeared more beautiful than ever. However, shrugging maltepe escort it off, she went out to the livingroom, getting a few work items.

Leaving her apartment, she went down to her car. Getting in, Laura started the engine, shifted to drive, and drove off to work. As she moved along, a light ahead turned red, causing her to stop. To her surprise, she became agitated at the wait. In fact, her agitation almost turned to fury as she began striking the steering wheel and yelling, “ Come on, come on!” Finally the light turned green and career cunt pealed off.

Upon arriving at work, boss lady went up to her desk and noticed the absence of some material she requested yesterday. Looking at the errand man, Laura yelled, “ Where’s the stuff I ask for last night!”

With wide open eyes, he slowly approached and replied, “ Oh yes, I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“ If you would pay closer attention to your job instead of always staring at my ass, then perhaps you wouldn’t forget so much!”, Laura responded in anger.

Being slightly embarrassed, he walked away, returned a minute later with the material, placed it upon her desk, and finally left.

Realizing that she almost never behaved rudely, Laura began taking notice of her own negative behavior. She thought to her self, “ Something’s wrong with me, perhaps I’m coming down with a bug of sorts.”

After sitting down behind her desk, she began reviewing some of the material. All of a sudden, from one of the calling stations, she heard a female solicitor yell into the phone at a potential customer, “ You jerk, how many times must I explain the fucken thing to you!” Hanging up, the lady struck the side of her seat with her fist.

Immediately, Laura got up and walked over to the woman, screaming, “ What do you think you’re doing, that’s no way to speak to people; we’re here to make money not deter customers!”

Getting up, the other female yelled back, “ You can take this shit job and shove it up your ass, I quit!”

Watching the lady storm away, Laura was again overcome with an unexplainable burst of anger, causing her to yell after the woman, “ Fuck you bitch!”

Turning around, the woman moved straight back to Laura, asking rhetorically, “ What did you say?”

“ I said fuck you!”

The lady spit into the director’s face. Laura brought her hand up and was about to strike when she noticed all the other people watching. Lowering her hand, she said to the female, “ Get out, leave before I call the police.”

Leaving, the woman walked away, turning around now and then, giving Laura dirty looks.

Staring at the rest of the people, Laura yelled, “ Get back to work, this isn’t the Jerry Springer show!”

Everyone quietly returned their attention to their stations, making further calls.

Going back to her desk, Laura sat down. For the next few minutes, she simply watched all the people work. To her surprise, she noticed that many, if not all, of the female employees seemed to be slightly on edge, fidgeting about in their chairs. Also, most of the women were constantly readjusting their blouses, trying to relieve pressure from certain points. Looking on with an ever-growing interest, she realized that these women seemed to have the same problem she had. Reflecting further, she felt her own blouse to be tighter than it was an hour ago. The whole thing didn’t make any sense.

The workday finally came to an end. She went down to her car and drove home. When the woman arrived in her apartment, she happily removed her work clothes and was about to slip into a pair of jeans. However, as she tried to button them shut, she realized they were too tight, Laura couldn’t close the waist.

“What the fucks going on?”, she ask herself.

Pulling off the pants, she took out another pair from the dresser, picking a pair that was always a little loose on her. She put them on. They did manage to close, but only by a hair.

Thinking herself to be getting fat, she prepared a light meal for herself. As the evening came to a close, she showered off, put on her night clothes which were now not as loose as always, and finally went to sleep.

With the alarm ringing, she got up, made coffee and breakfast, and went through the rest of her morning routine before getting dressed.

Returning to the bedroom, she started to dress. When Laura reached for her bra and placed it about herself, she discovered that it wouldn’t manavgat escort close. With some desperation, she reached for a few others, finding that none of them fit. Frightened, she didn’t know what to do. Finally, Laura decided to stay home in the hope that it’s all a bad dream.

Walking out to the kitchen, Laura took up the phone and called work. Dialing the number, she heard a male employee, “ Hello.”

“ Hi, its me, Laura, I don’t feel good, I’m taking the day off.”

“ Ok, fine.”, the man said.

However, he also added, “ That’s funny, almost half of the women called off today, and the ones that are here are hell to work with.”

Listening with confusion, she simply said, “ Well, I don’t know what to say; hopefully I’ll be better tomorrow.”

After hanging up the phone, she went back to her bedroom. However, as she entered the room, she noticed that the hair on top of her head rubbed against the top of the door entrance. Turning around, she walked back. To her great surprise, the lady reached almost to the top of the entrance way. Looking all about, she did indeed realize that she was taller. In fact, at least a half a foot taller.

Standing alone with herself, she was naked and afraid. Despite the fear, aggression also seemed to pronounce itself.

Perplexed, she went into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Gazing at herself, she was struck by an increasing radiance, causing her appearance to become more and more beautiful. Eventhough she stared at the same person, her image steadily grew into a model of feminine perfection.

Wondering what to do, Laura eventually said to herself, “ I can’t just sit around her all day.” Finally, she managed to get some clothes together that fit her. Fitting tightly, they nevertheless had to do.

Opening her apartment door, she went out into the hall. As she walked down the corridor, she saw a male tenant about to enter his apartment. Staring at him, she realized that the sight of him gave her an overwhelming sexual urge. Never before experiencing such an erotic force, Laura uncontrollably went over to the man. Seeing that he was shorter than herself, she felt the urge to reach out and take possession. As the man turned and looked into her eyes, she could no longer restrain herself. Whatever was making her grow was also increasing her sex drive.

Grabbing him by the shirt collar, the horny female pushed him up against the wall, surprised at her own strength. Stunned, he ask, “ What the hell are you doing?”

“ I want you, and I want you now!”, replied the lady.

Pulling him by the shirt, she dragged him back to her apartment. Entering the suite, she pushed him in, closing the door behind her. Moving toward the man, the excited female tore off all her clothes. Looking on in amazement, the man said nothing, only stared forth at her looming, yet sexy frame. Standing before him, she ripped off his attire, throwing the apparel to the floor. He tried to resist, but her strength was too much for him. Finally, she pushed him down and got on top of him, yelling like a mad woman, “Get hard now, or I’ll beat you to death!” She began fondling his cock and balls. The sight of her attractive body must have done something to him, for he began to erect. Forcing his prick into her cunt, the female began bouncing around. As she moved about, sexual ecstasy grew and grew until her orgasm burst forth. Yelling at the top of her lungs, she exclaimed, “ Oh, oh, yea, yes…!” The euphoria over, she got up and said rudely, “ Get the fuck outta here.” After reaching for his clothes, the man left in a hurry.

Alone in her apartment, Laura realized that she destroyed the last part of her wardrobe which fit her.

Since she couldn’t leave the apartment, the female simply turned on the television. What she saw didn’t surprise her, for she already knew from the way all the other women were acting at work yesterday that she wasn’t the only one. Upon the TV there was a special report about something going on throughout the world. The anchor man was holding an interview with a leading scientist. The scientist said, “ The comet’s unique, it only comes near the earth every thirty million years.”

“What’s the difference between this particular comet and all the rest?”, ask the newsman.

“ This object emits a chemical substance that reacts with the biochemistry of human females.”

With a curious look, the anchor man inquired further, “ What’s marmaris escort the predicted effect on women?”

“ The substance will cause human females to grow exponentially.”

“ Is there any indication that the growth process will stop at some particular height?”

The biochemist answered, “ It appears from our research that women should all eventually reach a height of two hundred feet!”

Looking surprised and shocked, the anchor man ask, “ Are you sure you’re right?”

“Absolutely.”

Just standing before the picture tube, Laura absorbed it all, remarking to herself, “ Two hundred feet, what will everything look like from that height?”

Finally, the day came to an end and she fell to sleep. When she awoke the next morning, she found herself touching the ceiling of the apartment. Knowing she had to get out of the building before she got trapped, Laura went down the stairs and out to the street, standing naked upon the sidewalk.

However, her embarrassment came to a quick end when she saw other women standing around naked also. All of them were between eigth and nine feet tall. Just as herself, they were all extremely beautiful. Furthermore, as she looked in one direction, Laura noticed a group of females attacking a male, having sadistic sexual fun with him. They tore off all his clothes, and each inturn sat on his face, forcing the man to lick her cunt. The sight stimulated her, for she too was hot at the crotch. Nevertheless, Laura turned around and saw a small television through the glass of a store window at the base of the building in which she lived. A man was on the air, saying in a terrified voice, “ The whole world’s affected, women are growing everywhere!”

The same anchor man came on again and ask the field reporter, “ What affect is this all starting to have on everything else?”

“ Civilization is falling apart!” , replied the male in desperation.

Turning his attention to the general public, the lead anchor said, “ It appears that every social function depending upon female labor is beginning to unravel!” Trying to remain calm, he spoke further, “ All phone companies are stopping service, stores are closing, and a general wave of lawlessness is sweeping the planet, this time caused by women!”

A few more days into the future brought the average female’s height up to twenty feet! Cities appeared as war zones as the women plundered everything without remorse or shame.

In addition to the continuous height increase, women were also becoming progressively more beautiful. Even the most homely woman became a raving beauty. Nevertheless, the aesthetic changeover was counterbalanced by an increasing brutality like non other. After a full month, the women had reached their full height of two hundred feet!

At this point they stopped growing. From now on, all was a struggle for food. The titanic females fought one another for whatever they found to fill their large and hungry stomachs. Further, no male was safe, for women would eat men whenever a towering temptress saw a helpless little member of the opposite sex. Law and order completely collapsed. Governments disintegrated as all the major lines of communication were severed. In the end, nothing was left save herds of gigantic sexy women, stopping at nothing.

Being one of these colossal cunts, Laura walked the earth and crushed all beneath her.

As she roamed the remains of the city she lived in, Laura came across her old boyfriend. When she saw him, he tried to run under the remains of a house, but she grabbed him before he made it underground. Standing up, the evil goddess dangled him before her cruel, yet seductive face, saying, “ So you dumped me for that other bitch last year, well, we’ll see about that!”

Yelling, he pleaded, “ Please Laura, don’t hurt me!”

“ Fuckyou little worm, I’ll give you what you deserve.”

Laughing, she lowered him to her pussy. After shoving him in, he wiggled about within her mighty vaginal cavity, bringing her to orgasm.

Pulling him back out, she looked down and remarked, “ Here, see how it feels to be dumped.”

“ No, don’t, please!”, he screamed.

While he begged for his life, she let him fall to the ground. Striking the cement, he was killed instantly. Nevertheless, she had a final fling at revenge by stomping his corpse to a pulp.

Laura’s remaining days on earth were those of a huntress. She prowled about, fighting other giantess vixens for food and men. With emotions running wild within her, her life was full of passion. On the whole, Laura was beauty and the beast all in one, adapting well to this new environment, and surviving many years into the future.

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