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The 2022 “Hammered: an Ode to Mickey Spillane” Author Challenge Entry

Acknowledgments: Thank you to ChloeTzang for organizing this challenge and a huge thank you to all the participants of the past challenges.

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Prelude – Baltimore, MD. May, 1938. Tuesday night.

Alice Masters sipped chilled wine next to the swimming pool in her expansive backyard. One would hardly know that they were in a major city. Trees and hedges lining the property kept out the hustle and bustle of the surrounding area. Not that there was much hustle and bustle in this quiet upscale neighborhood, but no traffic or street sounds penetrated Alice’s carefully crafted sanctuary.

The pool, inspired by a trip out west to California with her husband, was a new addition and Alice had thrown three parties already this year to show off their newest symbol of wealth. Situated right next to the house, one could walk through the french doors from their living room and jump right into the cool, blue waters. Summers could be uncomfortably humid, and the pool had been presented to her husband as a way to stay comfortably at home instead of running off to the Eastern Shore once Baltimore became a sauna. But Alice loved the pool by night so much more than during the day. The way the light swam through the water and reflected off the side of the house gave everything an ethereal glow, a sense of other-worldliness.

Sanctuary was an accurate term, Alice built her backyard as a refuge from the normal day-to-day duties that required all of her attention and focus during the day. Responsibilities and relationships downtown could be forgotten and left behind. At night, Alice would slip out of her uncomfortable clothes, dive into her pool, and pretend that she was free of the stressful life she choose to lead with her husband. Floating, looking up at the stars, Alice was free. Tonight she was celebrating. Wine and a companion to help distract her and her husband from the troubles that beset them.

The beautiful platinum blond girl sipped her wine and smiled back at Alice from the other side of the outdoor couch. Only Alice was naked, still glistening from her swim. Clara was in a silk cocktail dress that left little to the imagination. The cool air and attraction to her hostess caused her nipples to harden visibly through the thin material of her dress. Clara had been invited out to the house once before and things had gone well, she was invited back again to swim, flirt, and make love. For her part, Clara had been excited to see where her evening was to be spent, she loved swimming and the Masters were a charming couple.

Alice was a beautiful woman at 40 and one could see how stunning she had been at 25, Clara’s age. Her high cheekbones, brunette hair, ample chest, and hourglass shape made her the envy of all the other married women at the parties she threw. Alice had a way of smiling that put even the most out-of-place guest at ease. She was a belle of the high-society scene, and with that came a certain pride, a way of holding herself that let you know she was in charge. Even naked, sitting sipping wine next to a pool; Alice was the mistress of her own house.

Clara in contrast, was innocence personified. Her smile, her openness, her obvious giddiness caused by one glass off wine all belied her lack of worldliness. This, Clara knew, was a large part of her charm. That and her ass. Everyone complimented her ass. While Alice’s smile made others relax, Clara’s smile brightened any room she was in, it inspired people around her to make her smile all the more. It was this smile that Clara turned on Alice after finishing her wine.

“I feel like I’m over-dressed for this party,” Clara said drinking in the naked sensuality of the woman sitting across from her. “It would be rude of me not to join my hostess.”

Standing, Clara pulled her arms out of the slight straps of the dress and allowed her tits to swing free of the silk fabric. Taking a long step toward Alice, Clara sat next to the woman on the couch and leaned forward to kiss her stunning hostess.

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Guy Masters was having the second worst week of his life. An incident at work the week before was taking all of his time and focus away from his normally quiet life. Even worse, the press knew what had happened and were having a field day speculating and inventing new ways to make what was a bad situation an embarrassing one. Alice had called him at lunch and told him that he was to be home before 9, regardless of how many policeman or reporters demanded his time. It had been a welcome distraction and a good story to excuse himself from the office. The police detectives and federal agents had everything well in hand, there was no need for him to sit in his office with nothing to do but sit with his dick in his hand. Guy called his driver and arranged to be home at 8, an hour earlier than his wife’s ultimatum.

Sitting Hd Porno in the back of the car, Guy loosened his tie and allowed himself a moment to close his eyes. He had not slept more than four hours a night for the past week and now the stress was starting to tell on his face. Bags under his eyes and a gray tint to his otherwise dark hair were a new addition to his appearance and made him feel older each time he looked in a mirror. Once things had settled back down, he would take a vacation. Time away would do him good. Alice would know where to go. She always knew what he needed.

The car dropped him off in the driveway by the front door lit by a lamppost in the hedge. Guy fumbled in his pockets for his key, but found the front door unlocked. When he switched on the light in the entrance way, he noticed something odd. Wet footprints led from the back of the house to the door and back again. Guy smiled. Alice always swam naked in the evenings, she must have come out to turn on the light for him.

Shedding his jacket, tie, and shirt as he moved toward the kitchen to fix himself a drink, Guy noticed that the lights in the pool were on and lighting the living room. Then he heard the moan. Long and low, he knew immediately it was one of the noises his wife made when she was close to cumming. Interest piqued, Guy walked into the living room and surveyed the pool area beyond the french doors. His wife, naked and on her back on the couch, was being eaten out by a lithe platinum blond with an ass that looked eerily familiar.

Maybe today would not be one the worst days of his life.

Peeling off clothing as fast as he could, Guy caught his reflection in a mirror Alice had hung next to the french doors. Tall and dark, Guy was proud of keeping the weight off that so many of the other bank presidents seemed to acquire along with their titles. Already aroused, he opened the doors and approached the couch on the far side of the pool.

Alice saw him first and threw him a kiss as she writhed in pleasure. Clara, focused on the job at hand, did not know he was there until he pulled her dress up to her waist and spread her legs with his foot. Guy reached down and ran a finger from the blonde’s clit to her asshole. Wet did not begin to describe how aroused the young woman was. Not needing to waste any time on foreplay, Guy plunged his cock straight into Clara’s cunt from behind. Now Clara squealed in pleasure, but only for a moment before she went back licking Alice’s clit. Not for the first time, Guy and Alice wondered if cute Clara had cum just from his entering her.

First going fast and then slow to keep his pace reasonable, Guy knew he would need to hold back for as long as possible to make his wife happy. Their agreement on sharing others was that he would always finish in her, never in one of their playmates. He was her husband after all. Their ten year marriage was only two years old when Alice had caught Guy fucking his secretary. Watching dumbfounded as his wife march into the hotel room, Guy expected her to cause a scene and leave him. To his surprise, she kissed the secretary and stripped off her clothes to join them in bed. After the shocked secretary had left, Alice had instituted the rule. Well, rules. The only other rule was that if one of them was going to be with someone else, the other one had to be present. No sneaking around fucking others behind backs. Honesty was important and Guy had gladly agreed to both rules right there in bed. Once a month or so, Alice would invite someone to join them for an evening. They were not always female so Guy was not always a participant, but it was always hot and it always ignited their love life for a few weeks.

Clara had been the discovery of the century. Alice used a discrete service and they had sent over a few girls disguised as delivery people. Clara stood out with her bobbed hair and lithe figure. Alice and Guy agreed that one of the things they loved about Clara was how wet she was at all times. She had probably arrived at the house wet that first day. Their last session had almost proven too much for Guy and Alice had to remind him at the last moment that his seed was hers and hers alone. This time Guy would control himself and show his wife the respect she was due.

“Time to switch positions”, Guy announced. He helped Clara up onto the couch to straddle his wife’s face and pulled his wife by her knees to the edge of the cushion. In this new position, Guy could watch as Clara, hands on hips, rode his wife’s face to orgasm after orgasm. He reached out to cup one pert tit and Clara steadied herself on his arm, eyes closed. Clara’s tongue licked her top lip in a way that told Guy he would not be lasting much longer.

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Half an hour later Guy, Clara, and Alice lay cuddling on the couch in the living room having been chased indoors by the colder night air. Clara and Alice lay in each other’s arms trading Türkçe Altyazılı Porno kisses and talking about the latest gossip in town. Guy, sensing that he would not be missed, got up to make them drinks in the kitchen. He came back with three glasses of wine to find Alice on her knees in front of the couch sucking on Clara’s pert little nipples. The nude women continued to make love while Guy watched, draining his drink and then one of the others. Fifteen years ago, he would have been back at full mast participating. Now he was relegated to watching.

Alice worked her way down the platinum blonde’s stomach and started lapping at her clit. It was amazing how many times this girl could cum. Her own cunt was too sensitive to be touched now after the fucking both Clara and Guy had given her. Besides, it was not often that she got to indulge her interest in women. Alice heard her husband open the door to his study and call a cab as Clara was cumming for the umpteenth time that night. She made a mental note to book a girl’s weekend away with Clara. Somewhere close by but where they would not be interrupted by any men. They were trading kisses again when Guy announced that the cab would be there soon.

Clara, jumping up from the couch and ran out to the patio to gather her dress and shoes. Guy’s wife rolled onto her back on the couch and watched the young woman run about the pool just beyond the doors. Clara’s thin frame stooped to gather her dress, panties, and shoes from the bricks. Alice was reminded of paintings of muses dancing to Orpheus’ lyre, silken wrappings loosly covering their modesty. Alice licked her lips.

Finally finished dressing, Clara dropped her silken panties on Alice’s lap as she passed by to leave. Her parting gift. Guy, robed and playing the good host, saw Clara to the door. Alice closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had needed this. Needed to feel the smooth skin of another female, the tender touch instead of the rough hands of a male. After Monday’s lunch, Alice needed something to pull her back to normal. Rough was all well and good, but Alice believed in moderation.

Voices from the hallway called good night, but Alice was too far away to hear or respond. Her heartbeat was thumping throughout her body, and focusing on that was lulling her to sleep. Alice licked her lips. Sweet, sweet Clara.

Chapter 1: Blue In Green

The first thing Ed Zeit noticed was the smell of perfume. Unfamiliar perfume. Opening first one blood-shot eye and then the other, Ed realized he had no idea where he was. A cramped apartment covered in clothing, empty glasses, magazines, and half a bushel of oranges scattered over the floor. A glass bottle pressed into his ribs as he rolled onto his side.

Groaning, Ed looked down at his watch. He was late. Again. Ed threw back the covers and discovered that at least a few items of clothing littering the apartment were his. A protesting moan from under the sheets identified his paramour for the previous evening. She did not seem to be interested in getting up to help him find his underwear. Or make him breakfast. Ed knew he was on his own.

Ed freelanced some week nights working security for a boxing league when his day job left him free. Boxing matches tended to be pretty tame events, most of the people lost their money with good graces and fucked off to where ever it was they called home once the fight was over. Occasionally a fight fan would have too many drinks and think that throwing a punch was all in good fun. Drunks were easy to roll, and the money was pretty good for standing around looking vaguely menacing. Most of the other security guys were off-duty cops, and they all knew and like Ed as an extension of the respect they had for his boss. One of them had arranged for drinks with his girl after the event, she brought a friend, and so went the rest of the night.

Ed was on all fours searching for his socks when he caught a glimpse of himself in a smudged mirror hanging next to the front door, just on the other side of the room from the bed. While not a muscled bruiser, Ed had strong arms and muscular shoulders. The rest of him was lean from exercise at the boxing gym and his active full time job. Blond hair and an exotic accent didn’t hurt with the ladies, either. His face was narrow with a thin nose and two, sky-blue eyes that were the focal point of his features. Ed kept his hair short to keep morning maintenance to a minimum. Often were the mornings where he was running behind and slowed down by a gut full of cheap whiskey.

Ed eventually found all his clothes and managed to get them back on in close to the usual arrangement. His “date”, eyes screwed shut against the spring light forcing its way through the blackout shades, rolled over and asked where he was headed at such an early hour.

“Work. Where are we, anyway?”, asked Ed.

“My apartment. How drunk were Brazzers you last night?”

Ed did a quick review and decided that it was just a normal evening out. “Not much. Just a buzz. I can’t remember the address here, though.”

Ed swore loudly when she told him. He was two neighborhoods away from where he needed to be. He would have to grab a cab and hope traffic was better than on a usual morning. No time to make it home before work, Ed made a mental note to call his mother from the office. Socks and shoes sorted, Ed grabbed a few of the oranges from the floor and shoved them into his pockets. His wallet was still in his jacket pocket, thank god. Archie had given him hell the last time he’d lost his license.

“Can I go out the front door?”

A snore was the only reply. “Damn,” he thought. “Better take the fire escape just to be safe.” Landladies had a habit of waking early and policing who tried to sneak out of their “young ladies” rooms despite the houses’ strict “No Male Visitor” policy. Once he’d tried to run, full sprint, through the entrance hall and out the door to avoid having an uncomfortable conversation with a matronly prison guard. Twelve stitches later, Ed learned to scout out the fire escapes the night before instead.

Ed smoothed his shirt into his pants, swung his jacket over his shoulder and opened the window. He felt guilty for not remembering his date’s name, but she wouldn’t have heard his farewell in any case. Two minutes later he was down on the street desperate to hail a taxi cab.

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Ed burst through the office door into the small suite of the detective agency he worked for half an hour late. It usually did not matter, in their line of work most office visitors came in late morning, lunch, and late afternoon. Callers first thing in the morning were a rare breed and were content to deal with Lenore Chance, wife of the managing partner, Archie Chance. Lenore looked like a librarian with her old fashioned hair style, sensible outfits, and cats-eye glasses; but like most things in life, Lenore’s look was designed to put customers at ease not to reflect reality. Her husband, Archie, had trained Lenore to be his assistant in the field and in the office. Ed knew from experience that Mrs. Chance had a mean sucker punch and a sawed off pointed at the front door.

Ed had worked for the Chances since he was old enough to take the detective test and get his own license. Archie was an old friend of his father’s and had been looking for someone to train in the gumshoe business after his old partner, Harris, moved to California just about the time Ed graduated from high school. Ed was an outstanding student, but had little interest in college. A summer working for Archie told both men all they needed to know about the other – Ed was a smart, capable (occasionally punctual) employee and Archie was an easy going, pedantic, skilled detective. Ed learned quickly and took pride in mastering all the trade-craft Archie could impart. A few years into the arrangement, Archie put Ed’s name on the door and “Chance & Zeit, Investigators, Ltd” had been born. Lenore was secretary and ran interference when cases were not going as well as could be hoped. All in all, they were a tight team and they got results. The fact that they all enjoyed it was just icing on the cake.

“God, Ed? Where have you been? Archie waited twenty minutes but then started the meeting without you. Come over here”. Lenore rushed around the old desk and typewriter to straighten Ed’s clothing, re-button his shirt, and arrange his hair in a more dignified manner.

“Meeting? I don’t remember hearing anything about a meeting this morning?”

“They just showed up! Out of the blue! Archie and I found them waiting in the hallway outside the door when we showed up. I made coffee while Archie stalled, but eventually they wanted to get down to business.”

“Slow down, Lenore. Who? Who showed up out of the blue?”

“Them,” Lenore half whispered nodding toward the paper on her desk. “The Masters”.

The Masters has been in the papers for over a week now. The husband was the president of a bank that was robbed and the papers had latched onto the gory story of four dead guards and tens of thousands of dollars missing. It was all anyone could talk about. Ed had even discussed it with the cop and the girls the night before. Baltimore was a town made up of neighborhoods and the four dead guards had come from four different neighborhoods in the city. Two had been former cops. Everyone seemed to know someone who was either related to or had gone to school with the dead men. It was the story that would not die, and there never seemed to be any updates, no breakthroughs, no headway made into identifying the robbers or recovering the money. Instead it was photos and stories of the president and his young wife living the high life while murderous hoodlums walked free in the streets.

“Shit” was all Ed could reply.

“Yes but clean up that talk. They could be the biggest thing to happen to us since Harris going west. You look presentable now. Just go in and Archie will catch you up to speed.” Lenore gave him a last brush and pat and then spun his shoulders toward the main office door.

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“I have something I need to tell you,” she said quietly. I waited for her to go on. “It’s hard, but I have to be honest,” she added. I told her to take her time, and tell me only if she really wanted to. “I do,” she said. “It’s about somebody else.”

“Jim?” I asked. She nodded.

“You know?” she asked discreetly. I told her I had suspected. “It has gotten really powerful,” she said. “Almost unbearable, overwhelming. I dream of him fucking me,” she confessed softly, as if saying it quietly would diminish the effect. “I fantasize about him being inside of me, almost everyday, of sucking his cock and tasting his semen and his pre come. I think of him coming in my mouth and then swallowing him down my throat, of letting him come as I hold him between my lips and let his semen slide down my throat. I can’t help it, but I want him to fuck me hard and long, and with passion. It isn’t that I want to replace you, but I want him in me.”

“I understand,” I said.

“You do?” she asked. I nodded and said I thought so. “When we’re naked together, at the beach, I want him in me. I think of it constantly. I imagine feeling his hardness sliding into me,” she said shyly. “I think of tasting him as his ejaculate slides down my throat. I don’t want to hurt you, but I feel so strongly about having him fuck me that I am constantly thinking about it, constantly fantasizing about having sex with him.”

I held her and said it was natural and to be expected, said it happened to everyone. “Has it happened to you?” she asked. I nodded, but said it was different for me. She asked what was different.

“My fantasies are about you,” I said. “I fantasize about someone having sex with you,” I added. “I can’t explain it, but I imagine someone fucking you. I see them pushing into you and I bring myself thinking of you being thoroughly fucked and ravished by someone with a big, hard cock, who eats your pussy and makes you scream as you come. I see different guys fucking you, sometimes it is with Jim.”

“Jim?” she said incredulously. “I think of fucking Jim, and you fantasize about me fucking him, too?” She put her arms around my neck. “We both think of him Hd Porno fucking me?” she said shaking her head. “How long have you fantasized about me fucking other people?” she asked with a grin. I told her for years. She looked at me for a few quiet seconds. “You want me to?”

“I don’t know how much we want fantasies to come true,” I said. “I think I would like it, but it’s a fantasy and I am not sure. I think with Jim I would. I think I would like that. I am pretty sure I would, but that’s the problem. We don’t know until we do it. I do know I want you to have good sex, and I know it is important to me that you’re sexually satisfied. So I think I would love you to fuck my good friend.”

“But you are not sure?” she said.

“Not totally, but I am sure you should if you want to. I am certain you have the right to enjoy things you want to, and I know you would like it. I know you would have a good time with Jim, and I know I have to be able to let go of things that are not fair to ask you to do or not do. I do want you and Jim to have sex. I am sure of that. I am sure I love you enough to let you enjoy things that are not only done with me. So, tell Jim you want to fuck him. Tell him I want it too. Does that help you decide what you want to do?” I asked as I kissed her.

She was quiet for a while, then she nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Should I call him?” I said she should and pulled her to me.

“Fuck his brains out,” I said. She smiled and kissed me back.

“I will,” she said with a wide grin.

Jim and Claire had sex the next day. He came and picked her up and they drove to a hotel in the next town. It was not easy for me to watch them leave together, but I was also excited to think of what they were about to do. It was crazy, but I wanted it, was excited about it, and I also felt insecure and agitated, a little sick to my stomach and maybe a little hysterical. I pictured it happening, imagined them fucking, saw them together in my mind, but also was envious and bothered by what was happening between them.

Both things were true and it confused me. I wanted to know what they did and at the same time I Türkçe Altyazılı Porno was sorry they were doing it. However, as I thought about it I found myself masturbating to the images of them doing it. I came hard and then dozed as I thought about them kissing and having oral sex.

When I woke she was kneeling on the bed and her smile told me she was a well-fucked wife with a lover and had had a good time doing it. Seeing her face put the regret aside and filled me with delight and satisfaction. It had been the right thing to do, and as we kissed, and I tasted sex on her lips, I was happy I had given her the chance to be with Jim. I smiled and asked her if she’d tell me about it.

“If you want that,” she said, crawling into bed.

“Did he eat your pussy?” I asked.

She nodded and smiled. “Yes,” she said. “Many times. We did everything. He was very gentle and loving.”

“Of course,” I said. “That’s why you wanted him. He fucks good?” She answered with a contented smile and kissed me again. I said I tasted sex on her lips and she nodded again and licked her lips.

“He does taste good,” she said. “I swallowed as much as I could,” she said. I told her that was good and I meant it. We began to make love and again I pictured my friend fucking my wife as I slid my erect and ready cock into my wife’s wet and well-used pussy.

I watched him fuck her the next weekend and I must admit it was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. Watching his firm cock disappearing into her sent me over the top. I came from just watching and enjoyed their sex right along with them. It may have been the best thing I ever did to let go of her her enough to allow her the freedom to fuck someone else.

Since she first went off with him, the three of us have made love together, sharing my wife in the most intimate, satisfying sex I could ever imagine. One of us would kiss her while the other was inside her, and who was fucking her would come we would switch and she would wait eagerly for who was about to enter her to insert his penis between her puffy lips. She would spread her legs and smile, Brazzers sighing as the new penis slid into her. She would not miss a beat between partners and her orgasms came regularly throughout the night. We would sleep between fucking sessions in a naked heap, our bodies wrapped together in a three way slumber in a most loving and natural and satisfied bundle of bodies.

Because we have become comfortable with her fucking Jim, she also told me she was also attracted to a few other men and we agreed she should expand her circle of “friends”. She began seeing a man from where she works and the husband of one of her girlfriends. She has sex with someone other than me maybe two or three times a week.

Jason, her friend from work, sometimes stays at our house in our guest room and sleeps with Claire once or twice a month. Alan, the husband of her friend Carol, takes her to a hotel close by for a lovemaking session at least once every month. He keeps a room there since he and his wife have an open marriage and meets a few other women besides Claire.

I listen intently as she tells me in detail about each of her times with her other lovers. It has become our habit to have sex while she describes to me what she has done with one of her other men. Our sex life is hotter now than it has ever been, with us having sex nearly everyday, often more than once. We always have sex after she has been with someone else.

Jason is fond of eating pussy, so she likes to tell me about each time with him as I eat her and listen to her tales of pleasure and oral love. Jim prefers anal, so that is something she has also began to enjoy. She will let me fuck her ass as she tells me just how good it feels to have him reaming her ass with his thick, hard cock. I have become fond of fucking her ass and feel so grateful he introduced her to anal sex.

One thing she has began to consider is being with another woman, since Alan has told her that eating pussy is something he thinks she would enjoy. I often now imagine her between the thighs of an attractive young woman with her face pushed against the other woman’s pussy. I can’t wait for the chance to see Claire going down on some sweet young thing with a wet and puffy pussy at my wife’s lips and tongue.

How great it is to think back to the night my wife revealed to me she wanted the dick of my friend between her puffy labia lips, fucking her like a horny whore servicing the Seventh Fleet.

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Not sure about the Category choice, this part follows the wife’s affair.

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Paul was watching TV lying on the sofa. He jumped when he heard the house door was opened. He wasn’t expecting Linda until Sunday. He couldn’t be happier. His nightmare was over.

“Linda! Did you return?”

“Paul!” she sounded flurried “Where are you?”

He walked to the door to hug her “What happened? Why did you return that soon?” but he stopped seeing the tears in her almost red eyes.

“What’s going on?”

Linda thought about this moment since she got on the plane and no previous practice could prepare her for such a thing. Seeing the look on Paul’s face, she already knew she ruined everything.

“I…”

Paul understood that this was a disaster level situation. He knew that his life and their life was changed. He was curious and he would want to hear what was going on but his mind already started to build up all possibilities. He knew that she made that huge mistake.

“Please don’t tell me you…” he tried to calm down “tell me what’s going on.”

She looked at him then nodded.

He never saw her that vulnerable and helpless. She hardly walked to the living room and sat on the sofa. Paul was following her and he turned the TV off. He sat on the armchair because he wanted to see her face.

She couldn’t start talking. She was trying to start sentences but after first word she was starting to cry again.

“Did you cheat on me, Linda?” He had no patience.

“Yes.”

Paul’s face turned white, his eyes were squinted and teardrops were visible there. Linda started to cry loudly after seeing him like that.

“With him?”

“Y-yes.”

Paul felt his life power draining from his body. He even didn’t have the will to kick furniture or hit the walls. He just sat like that, looking at her. It was apparent that Linda was even more sad than he was. She was having trouble breathing but he didn’t have the energy to do something about it. He thought of telling her to calm down but he didn’t care about her at the moment. He always knew his life was too good to be true, marrying her was like a miracle and he was facing the consequences of that miracle at that moment.

“Say something, please.” Linda was still acting like she was his but it didn’t matter in such a situation.

Paul was staring at her, he wasn’t talking.

Linda’s guilt, sadness, fear all feelings were overcome by the panic of losing Paul when she saw that.

“Paul! Please talk to me!” she was shouting and crying at the same time.

“I can’t…” Paul stood up and walked to the door “Not now.”

Linda heard the closing sound of the main door and collapsed on the floor, crying on the carpet.

She couldn’t reach him for two days. His phone was off.

Paul was trying to think, to ignore his feelings in the hotel room. He was hoping that he would build enough anger to overcome sadness, he was waiting for that to happen. But it was getting worse.

Linda hated herself more every second. She wanted to disappear when she cried that night, at the hotel. She wanted to hurt herself after she returned and Paul left. She already accepted the fact that Paul was possibly going to leave him when he learned but living through this wasn’t bearable at the moment. She called every hour, sent tens of messages but he didn’t turn his phone on.

The night at the hotel was blurry to her, like a dream. She even forgot to tell him she didn’t sleep with him.

When she realized that, she panicked even more. Paul was somewhere, picturing her with Nick like that. Of course, she knew that she wasn’t going to stop Nick if he tried to go further but if the actions mattered, this was important. But both situations were unforgivable at similar levels, so, she didn’t care.

Nick, on the other hand, was detached from the people around him. In the next morning, the one after the elevator incident, he knew that Linda was going to spend the next day with some people and the whole day he was in an agitated state. He frequently needed to remind himself that Linda had to be thinking of him and his seductive manipulations were too advanced for her to resist.

She had to be struggling to stop herself from doing what he told her to do and she was going to lose that fight. She had to. He hoped to see her at the bar all dolled up, to offer herself to him.

Normally he would be living that moment in his head, finding ways to strengthen his hand such as acting cool, ignoring her a bit, touching her and then staying far. He would be making plans to make her show how she wanted him in front of all those people.

But he wasn’t. He was stuck, trying to get rid of his worries about that night. He had to be right, there was no need to worry. He practically dropped a napalm on her confidence and resistance. She had to be burning at that moment for him, so why was he worried that much?

Was it because she was stronger than any Hd Porno other woman he met before? Or, was she the most dignified woman? No, she wasn’t. She was flesh and blood, he was immune to her character or beauty and she was a member of the most vulnerable group to him.

It had been a piece of cake for him to get her to that point.

He wasn’t confessing that to himself but he knew the reason for his worries.

He wanted her. He wanted her too much. He wanted to fuck her, taste her and to start all over the next day. That night at the elevator hit him as well.

It was clear but not because he couldn’t help and came in his pants. It was because he forgot to enjoy her struggles or to observe how her will broke apart. He was observing her instead. Smelling her, looking at her, feeling her ass in his palm or against his cock. Hearing her.

Kissing her wasn’t enough and he did it again and again.

Yes, his final move was perfect, leaving her like that. But what if she misread that? He had her the way he wanted, what if he wasted that moment? Normally, he would have ended the night without talking. Leaving her like that. She would have felt ten times worse, confused and thinking that he had his way with her and didn’t want more. He acted different than he always did and that was making him nervous.

He hated to wait. He was impatient for the first time. His thoughts were changing, he was considering that she had to be his woman. Nobody else’s. He had to be careful, not to ruin her that much.

He waited there at night and when he realized she wasn’t going to shop up, he went to her room and knocked on the door. He called her and her phone was off. He went to the reception to learn that she checked out early in the morning.

At that point, he didn’t know what to think or do.

His Everest moved away while he was half way climbing her. And, he could have climbed to its climax if he wasn’t that arrogant.

He kept calling her all the time. Mostly her phone was off and a couple of times she rejected his call.

He knew that he was right about calling her his Everest, he was right that she was special and he was right to be worried.

Martin and Steve were aware that something was wrong as well. He didn’t tell them about the elevator thing because it was an embarrassment. They were going to think that he acted cocky beyond his worth. He could have told them he had his fun, rejected fucking her and he was letting her burn with desire for him or other bunch of crap; only if he wasn’t feeling a mess and showing it to everyone. Nobody would buy it.

Plus, it wasn’t his way to gloat on sexual stuff. He loved to humiliate women and stain their names only after making them act as his fuckables. Not like that, not the day after. And he even didn’t see her pussy! This thought was consuming his energy. She wanted him to fuck her and he…

Paul was in his office when Linda opened the door. She was timid, he was surprised. He forgot that he was angry at her for a moment. Then he remembered. But in that brief period, his heart jumped. He still loved her and this was his curse.

“Hi” Linda said with a soft voice.

He nodded pouting his lower lip. He was trying not to say something bad; he was already feeling as if he was sick and he didn’t want to add a burden to his conscience, hurting an already surrendered woman, whom he loved; his problems were enough.

“Will you come back?”

He showed a faint smile to her and kept silent.

“Can we talk?” Linda wasn’t expecting to win his heart back but she hoped that they could at least smooth the breakup or that she could remind him she was the same Linda that he loved, who screwed everything up at some point.

He had lots of questions but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answers.

“Do you really want to talk? I’m not being sarcastic; I really am not sure if I want to know more about this.”

“Paul…” She didn’t want to tell that disgraceful night but she would, if she had to. It wasn’t easy for her to talk about anything but she knew they needed to. She felt that she was about to cry, so she stood up and said “I don’t, I’m sorry” before she ran out.

He punched his own head, finding himself in the exact position he was trying to avoid. But that was too much to ask from a man who was betrayed in the most horrible way. He didn’t have to blame himself. But blaming her or hating her didn’t work. He tried that.

He couldn’t get rid of his feelings for her and she was still too valuable. He had no one in his life that he cared about, she had been the center of everything. He was aware that his undecisive thoughts were going to make everything worse. He had to leave her or suck it up and go back to her. She wasn’t going to wait forever. He felt that it was impossible to leave her, when he was in front of her. Seeing her made him want her back.

But he was sure that he would brutalize that bastard if he came across him, in spite of the voice Türkçe Altyazılı Porno in his head, which was telling him that it would make him feel worse. That was stupid, he was going to feel good, that was for sure. But it wasn’t going to change the fact that he managed to fuck his wife.

Linda visited Paul again, tried to make him talk. He wasn’t different much but he managed not to upset her. He didn’t want to see her leave like that again.

“Can we go to lunch or dinner? To spend some time together? I know it may backfire but maybe if you see me, you will understand that I’m the same person, I’m not that person who…” she felt that this was useless.

“Not yet, Linda. I’m not ready to talk, you will regret spending time with me when I’m feeling like that.”

“I know, I still want to. Maybe if you hurt me enough, you can feel different? It’s OK if you want to curse at me, if it’s going to help. I can stand, please…” she wanted to say “give me a chance” but he probably thought that she didn’t deserve one and he wasn’t going to trust her again.

“That would only make me feel worse, Linda. Give me some time.”

“OK” and she left.

Nick was trying to reach her every hour without success until they returned from the vacation. He was feeling a mental fatigue, this was turning into an obsession for him.

He didn’t know what was going on, what she was thinking and why he cared that much. But he got the taste of her and not having her started to give him tunnel vision. He wasn’t thinking anything but Linda. He was still dedicated to try for years for her but why? Why and how did she recover from that state of mind? Did she?

In fact, she didn’t, not exactly. She was in so much fear that she was focused on Paul only. And she didn’t want any thoughts to make her feel worse.

On Sunday, Paul was exhausted from his unproductive struggle to make a decision and he wasn’t thinking clearly. He was losing it. He was thinking things like “Finally it’s Sunday, he’s returning. Linda must be happy.” but such thoughts weren’t solving anything.

He knew he was envenoming his mind, piling up thoughts full of hatred, hoping that they would erase the sadness and his despair.

He hoped that somehow, he was going to see her differently and tell her his decision. But he was still feeling weak. Seeing her that sad was preventing him from hating her.

And the worst fact he was trying to ignore was there and it was keeping him from moving on. She was way above his league and he was going to live with that void for the rest of his life. He wasn’t going to be able to find such a woman.

That wasn’t love, that was a selfish search for the ‘least bad’. Not the right one. He knew the right ones. If her mistake was one that he never would forgive, he had to leave her, period. Otherwise, he had to have his fight with her or talk to her and decide.

Then he started to think about their short but unforgettable conversation. He started from the moment he saw her. That wasn’t normal. He wasn’t an expert on such a thing but it was awkward for a woman to cheat her husband and run to him to tell him like that. It was possible that she didn’t do it intentionally, she was sorry and she regretted doing that. It was also clear that she valued their marriage, her panic was genuine and she didn’t even make him ask twice while answering his questions.

This didn’t change anything as well. It wasn’t something he could forgive.

There was a lowlife guy, chasing her for years and she was complaining about him, showing her loathing about him all the time. She was looking down on the women who let themselves used by him.

She wasn’t even a sex driven woman, they never had wild sex in their life and Linda was the reason for that. He would love to have some stray moments, leaving their standard sex life time to time. She never let him do that. Linda let that son of the bitch ruin his dignity by letting him take his wife. No excuse or regret or apology could change that.

And, he was in a hotel room, feeling thinking about those, how that bastard had his way with his wife.

He hated to picture Linda with that man, fucking in a hotel room. He didn’t see him before but Linda’s face was in front of his face, as if he was watching her as she was complimenting that bastard when he was fucking her. Even this didn’t look realistic to him because he never saw her losing herself during sex.

But he was still lingering to find a way to stay with her. He felt pathetic but he didn’t care.

Fuck. He wanted to find him and reshape his face.

It was interesting that every time he thought something showing his weakness, he was telling himself that he was going to beat him. Reminding himself that he was stronger man than Nick. But Nick had his way with his wife, beating him up wasn’t going to change that.

Probably, Paul felt an extra hatred about him because Nick was the reason that he was struggling Brazzers in that ‘being a man’ test and failing. Linda was going to start questioning his manhood if he went on like that.

On Monday, it was another hard day for Linda. If she didn’t go to work, people were going to start asking questions. She could explain her early return, saying that she had personal matters. But she had to make a decision.

It looked like Paul was probably thinking of leaving her and she didn’t see a slight chance of him changing his mind.

If she left her ground unattended, Nick could ruin her career as well. He could try to do that or act careless about her reputation. That risk would still exist even if she was there but she could do something to manage that risk.

So, if she didn’t want to feel even worse, she had to act as she planned and hide her emotions.

She thought about this a lot after that incident and she had some action plans, depending on the course of events. She hoped she didn’t have to act on any of them.

On the other hand, Paul was answering her calls after her visits. It was hard for him to explain that but her presence in his life was important. He wasn’t able to make his decision yet and he started to think that he was feeling too insecure to do that.

Hearing her voice, talking to her was some kind of a life support for him. She was the reason for him to suffocate and she was the source of oxygen. He still was determined to leave her but he needed her support to go through this.

Linda was in her office when Nick barged in.

“Where have you been? Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

That sounded like her, talking to Paul in his office.

“I was busy, Nick. Was there something urgent?” Yes! She managed to act indifferent. She was hoping that Nick would be confused and that he stepped back.

But his reaction wasn’t as she expected. He couldn’t understand how she was acting as if what they experienced was a minor affair, without even blushing about.

“Linda, are you playing a game? Why did you leave early?” Of course, if that was a minor thing, she wouldn’t have left so abruptly. She left because this was a trauma for her psychology. She had to be hiding her feelings. She was trying to avoid the inevitable, giving herself to him.

He was going to break her again. She wasn’t going to escape; she was his already.

But she thought about this conversation many times, she had many answers.

“I kind of needed to back off, Nick. You were all over me and that made me feel like you were too carried away with that fling. I was planning to have a little escapade on the side but the words you told me made me think that this meant something else for you. Something with a deeper meaning.”

He felt this speech was full of logical bullshit in it but it matched the way he was feeling at that moment. Could he be feeling like that and was she telling him the truth? Could she have felt something even he wasn’t aware of?

“Bullshit! You were nothing near being cool about having a fling with me. You were terrified, you looked desperate for my attention. You wanted me, more than I wanted you!”

That wasn’t going to be easy. She felt cramps in her stomach after hearing those and that arousal was knocking on the door. She didn’t want to recall those sensations but they were still strong. She remembered that hot, compelling and arousing feeling of desperation. She still desired that feeling.

But he was talking in haste and seeing him that stressed showed her that she was on the right track. If she caved, that would be the end for her. She had to stay on top. She had to answer fast.

“Oh, Nick. So, you were thinking that I didn’t know anything about you? How and why you started to hit on me like crazy after I got married, exactly the same way you did to those other women?”

He was looking at her trying to understand where this was going.

“I’m not denying that I was turned on in the elevator or before that but how can you imagine that I was ever vulnerable? You managed to get my attention and knowing what you dug for, I participated willingly. You were the macho boss; I was the confused vixen. We both wanted that.”

He had a stupid look on his face. Linda realized that something she never expected was happening. She was amazed to see him insecure like that. She was making him feel the way he did to her. She loved that feeling. She felt relaxed seeing that he was speechless and wanted to scratch that open wound.

“Look, Nick. I liked that fantasy game, what you were offering. It was better than what I expected. But you were too carried away with your stupid games, you wasted that opportunity. I’m not saying that I didn’t like it but I was hoping for the whole package. Because of you, it became an unfinished business. You didn’t think that we were starting a relationship, right?”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Seeing him that frustrated, she couldn’t stop teasing him more.

“But still, it was a night to remember, don’t beat yourself up about it. Now, if you excuse me, I have a meeting.”

“You can’t fake blushed cheeks!”

“I didn’t say I faked anything, I wanted, you couldn’t deliver. Maybe you chickened out, maybe you fell in love, I don’t know. Bygones.”

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I was very nervous as I drove to town, Bruce had emailed me with the itinerary for this day we have been planning, it was a bit overwhelming to say the least. Lunch, shopping, and spa before checking into our downtown hotel for the night.

I fidgeted and fretted all morning, dressing, picking out stuff to wear, what to take. I was intent on showing him the very erotic side of me so I finally picked a crisp white blouse matched to a short black skirt and a black satin jacket that showed my best assets. It was tailored and cut just to the waist with open lapels and one button down nice and low. I had on a chunky costume pearl necklace that followed the curve of my cleavage matched with a nice wide loose bangle of the same pearls.

I felt sexy and was swollen and just a little wet thinking of how this would all unfold. My lace thong was nice and tight against my pussy teasing me as I drove. I had decided to leave my legs naked, and was wearing the stilettos that he had sent me for our first little tryst a few months before. He was waiting for me as I pulled to his restaurant pick.

He was wearing a very nice suit of dark blue; it really looked great with his silver hair. It was so nice to see him again. The smile on his face as I pulled myself up onto my heels was so inviting, and generous. I peeked his cheek as I didn’t want to ruin my lips just yet, I fully planned on staining his cock with my red lipstick later.

Lunch was fantastic, talking, teasing and caressing as we carefully ate slowly to make the day last. I knew he had to duck back to work after he got me to my spa appointment but first was a little shopping trip.

We took a taxi to a very nice old home in the inner city, I must have looked dubious as we pulled up the address but his confident hand pulled me out of the taxi and we headed up a large staircase and into the foyer of this fantastic house.

A very gorgeous women dressed in the tightest golden corset met us there, gave Bruce a passionate kiss on the lips. She seductively looked me over and smiled to Bruce then took my arm and showed me around the racks of lingerie.

Our heels clicked on the marble floors, I was in heaven as Stephanie showed me satin, silk, leather, vinyl in every garment imaginable. She had a special room of her own designs, all corsets that were fantastic. There were shelves lined with shoes and racks of hose. Tight fitting skirts and blouses rounded out the clothing end of her store.

The sex toys drove me mad trying to pick, Stephanie patiently explained all the best things about a great dildo or vibrator, Bruce just sat and took it all in, I was free to pick whatever I wanted, Stephanie first picked out a black satin corset and helped me fit it to my body in her sitting room.

The room was spacious and pretty, she smoothed the garment around my naked torso lingering on my breasts fitting them into the cups with a very delicate bursa escort and erotic touch, my nipples exploded against the fabric, she smiled and kissed my cheek. The corset matched my skirt perfectly. She took me by the arm and I was then paraded before Bruce. He clapped his approval and we put it on the tab.

Next came hose and shoes, garters, bras and thongs, Stephanie picked out a gorgeous satin robe for me that matched the corset perfectly. I was completely unsure when she took me to the vibrators. I left it to her to pick so she got me her favorites. One very nice thick long vibrating cock as well as a small g-spot vibe was added to my growing pile. Bruce paid up and left me there with Stephanie as he had to run back to the office.

This was my spa date as well so I was to be here for the rest of the afternoon. Stephanie explained I would be able to have what ever I desired, cocking a wicked smile my direction. I asked for a massage, manicure, waxing and make-up. I was shown to a glamorous room on the second floor of the big house amongst the bustle and hum of estheticians and masseuses. Stephanie showed me the closets were I could arrange my things; a small woman arrived with a floor length satin robe for me to change into. Stephanie put my new purchases on the table and helped me out of my corset and skirt and wrapping me in a flowing robe of shimmering satin. She hugged me and said that I should take a few minutes to settle before my massage.

I reclined and sipped green tea closed my eyes and dreamed of Bruce kissing me and taking me to my erotic heaven. Shortly I was summoned and off for a great massage with lavish oils and soft lights and music to fall into a deep relaxing state. The small women’s soft warm hands caressed all my curves working oil into my naked frame. She took time on my tight shoulders and stroked me with loving caresses while the music softly dropped my inhibitions as the massage continued.

I began to wish that her mouth would graze my nipples or drop to my clit. I closed my eyes tightly as she rolled me onto my back and began to massage around my breasts, caressing my chest with warm oil. Her nails dragged across the tops of my breasts producing the most provocative feelings. She worked her way down my tummy and slid her slick hands down my thighs, her breasts fell against mine as she pushed her strong grip down to my knees and back to my pussy. Her breasts continued to press against me and my nipples were tall and erect as she worked my upper thighs.

She was warm and soft and her body against mine made my pussy fall open. Her satin camisole showed her erect nipples plainly as she moved down my legs working my ankles and pressing into the soles of my feet. I rose to my elbows and looked her straight in the eyes; she held my piercing look and ran both of her hands up my legs to my knees with the most gracious smile on her face. She very slowly began to bursa escort bayan open my legs my desire to feel a tongue on my cunt overcame my fright of having a women please me so I slid my fingers down my oiled stomach to pry open my swollen lips.

She stripped her body as I massaged my oiled pussy and when I opened my eyes she was straddling me pulling on my horny nipples. I stroked her silky legs and enjoyed the sensations racing to my clit at her ministrations to my tits. Her wet cunt was sliding on my thigh as she slowly moved down my body stroking her clit down my oiled leg as she descended to my swollen pussy.

Finally her hot mouth sucked in my hard clit and her firm grip was on my ass as she dove into my slick slit. I fell back flat on my back and lifted my oiled legs into the air and opened them to her eager tongue, she took me to the edge of orgasm in seconds her sharp tongue darted all over my erect clit and swollen lips.

She backed off and came to my mouth and inhaled my eager tongue as her fingers probed my pulsing pussy, my juices flowed as she worked my depths with her fingers stroking deep into my g-spot while her tongue searches my wet mouth.

I shuddered as she races her lips to drink in my flowing orgasm that is erupting from my swollen pussy. She licked and kissed me back to earth as her strong fingers stroked my tummy she took my face in her hands and kissed me passionately staring deep into my eyes our smiles spoke volumes about what we had experienced together.

I tenderly kissed her back as she stood me up and wrapped me in my satin robe. We took our time as she escorted me back to my room.

Stephanie greeted us at my door and smiled, knowing she took my hand and excused the masseuse. We held onto each others hands as the small elegant masseuse slowly wandered off down the hall with her erect nipples being teased by her satin camisole. I smiled to myself, I had turned her on to my body, Stephanie guided me into the room and settled me onto the settee.

I was so fucking horny that I settled back into the cushions and let the robe fall from my breasts and hips. My fingers traveled down my oiled body stroking my breasts and swirling my nipples as I enjoyed the sensations racing to my moist pussy. I finally dove into my hot cunt with my long fingers and fucked my pussy lifting one leg high into the air as I pulled a small orgasm from my body.

She stood watching my lust and held my foot in her hand as the orgasm flooded my fingers. She coached me through this little scene as I screamed out fucking my cunt hard and fast. She bent to my ear kissing my lobe as my quivering body slowed to normal. She told me how incredible I was and that one day she would make love to my pussy and would love to taste my orgasm, her hot breath on my neck made my nipples rigid.

She had to get me ready for next technician; bursa merkez escort she blindfolded me and stripped the satin robe from my arms as I lay back into the settee I heard the door open. Stephanie spoke quietly to my esthetician and I heard her hung and kiss whoever it was then the door closed.

I was breathing hard and very aroused as warm wax flooded my naked thighs. It was applied and removed by expert hands. I tried for some conversation but was getting nowhere. Strong masculine hands pulled my wrists and I was bound to the settee, he kissed my neck and somehow he felt familiar somehow. I gasped as he opened my legs, my ankle was rested on the back of the settee and I just dropped the other to the floor.

Soft smooth hot bubbly cream was spread over my swollen pussy with a soft brush, he intentionally pressed the brush against my hanging clit and swirled it around making my breathing increase and my legs spread just a little farther apart. I was under his spell as he slid the sharp razor over my curving cunt. Reapplying the warm soft cream felt so exquisite before he carefully shaved me squeaky clean from my navel to my ass.

He finally untied my hands, I dove to the clean slippery surface exploring the new sensations my bald cunt sent through my loins. Hot oil began to fall onto my fingers as I explored the smooth textures of my groin. I massaged the oil into my folds exploring my pussy. I was close to having another orgasm when the mask was removed to reveal Bruce dripping oil over his hard cock inches from my mouth.

He slowly stroked his big cock right against my shiny lips as I fucked my aching pussy wishing he would slide that gorgeous cock deep into my pussy. He had other ideas though, he wanted to make sure that my pussy was done right and would have to inspect it with his tongue. I opened my legs to him and held his firm face between my hands directing him right to my hanging clit.

He took it forcefully into his mouth sucking it and slurping up my cum, I cried out as he worked up and down my slit with the hard tip of his tongue spreading the oil up and down my pussy. I was thrashing on the settee as he worked his magic on my aching cunt, cum slowly releasing into his mouth as I flowed from the constant teasing that I was enduring.

He stood and slammed his hard cock deep into my slippery wet pussy. I cam hard as he hit the back of my cunt with his bulging purple head my juices flooded his gorgeous cock. He was ready as well, he held out his soaked cock, I grabbed at him and pushed the big head into my mouth and pulled his orgasm from his body. He pressed himself into me as the flexing orgasm pumped my mouth full of cum. I let the cum fall from my slippery lips and hit my expectant tits, the warm fluid slid down my oiled body as he cried out pumping more of his pleasure onto me.

I slid my fingers through his cum and spread it over my erect nipples, teasing me, while he kissed me passionately as we both slid back from erotic heaven. We held each other looking deep into each others eyes. I smiled and escorted Bruce to a small bed in the corner of the room. We fell into a happy nap entwined into each other bodies carefree and dreaming of the night to come.

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by Alonzo14 (as his alter ego Liz)

In retrospect I think that I was always attracted to women. In high school I always thought the cheerleaders were kind of cute and even a little sexy in those outfits, shaking their pom-poms and turning cartwheels. And I enjoyed looking through my boyfriend’s Playboy. I thought that I just enjoyed looking at beautiful things, including women, but I now realize that I was attracted to them sexually.

When I met Steve, he and I hit it off right away in bed. He knew what to do to get me off and was very good at it. After about two years of marriage, however, I had come to think that something was missing from our sex life. I still enjoyed making love with him, and he continued to bring me to terrific orgasms, but I was haunted by the thought that there should be something more.

Linda was a girl in my office who was about 10 years younger than me. She and I seemed to hit it off and soon we were having lunch together almost everyday. Sometimes when Steve was busy with the boys or off on a business trip, she and I would get together and go to a movie. I enjoyed Linda’s company. She was quite attractive, and as I look back on it now, she was quite attentive to me, touching my arm for emphasis while chatting, giving me a hello hug that lasted just an instant too long, bringing me little trinkets. I really didn’t think anything of it, though.

Well, recently Steve and I got a hot tub which we put in our enclosed porch at the back of our house. I told Linda how Steve and I broke it in by making love in it the first time when used it. She said that she had never been in a hot tub and I told her that she should come over some time to try it out.

A couple of weeks later Steve was away on a business trip. I asked Linda if she wanted to come over for dinner and that escort bayan we could rent a movie or something. She said that that would be fine, but wanted to know if she could try out the hot tub instead. I told her that that would nice.

Linda arrived with a bottle of wine. She was always so thoughtful.

We had a wonderful little dinner and pretty much polished off the bottle as we chatted. Linda seemed in an especially good mood and her smile made me feel good (although I’m sure that the wine didn’t hurt either).

With a gleem in her eye, she asked if we could try out the tub. I told her that she could change into her suit in the guest bathroom while I changed into mine in the bedroom.

“Suit?” she said wickedly. “I didn’t bring one. Aren’t you supposed to use a hot tub naked?”

I was a little surprised at her comment because I was expecting that we would be using swim suits, but I laughed and replied that that was, in fact, the usual dress for its use.

She went into the bathroom and I quickly undressed, put on my robe, made my way to the tub and got it bubbling. I climbed into the tub and let the hot water caress me.

I was a little taken aback when Linda arrived a few minutes later with a white towell wrapped around her.

“Well, here I am, ready or not!” she giggled. And then she removed her towell.

My breath was taken away at her youthful beauty as she climbed into the tub with me. I was a little embarrassed because I felt my nipples stiffen as she laid back to enjoy the water. I hoped that she hadn’t noticed my reaction to her nakedness.

Sitting opposite of each other, we chatted some, and giggled a lot, just like two school girls. Sometimes our toes touched and I think I let out a quiet gasp each time this happened.

What was going görükle escort on inside me? I thought to myself.

Linda began moving closer and closer to me in the tub until we were sitting right next to each other, her shoulder touching mine. She was captivating. Her face angelic. Her smile melting me more than the hot water was.

Without warning she leaned over and kissed me. Not a little girlfriend kiss, but a deep and passionate kiss!

My first reaction was shock, but the taste of her lips on mine soon began to send shivers through me, even though I was sitting in hot water. When she finally broke the kiss off and leaned back away from me, she had such a satisfied look on her face, such an impish look that I leaned forward and kissed her. Not a passionate kiss. Just a sweet little peck on the cheek.

Feeling a little sheepish at what had just occurred, I raised myself up out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub and began drying myself off with a towell. Linda moved over toward me and positioned herself in front of me. She looked up at me as she slowly pushed my knees apart.

I was frozen. I knew what was coming. My heart started to pound. My nipples stiffened. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Linda kept pushing my legs apart, all the while looking into my eyes. Finally, my pussy was fully exposed to her. Her eyes moved from my eyes to my pussy and she pushed forward until her tongue touched my clit. The electricity of that touch sent shock waves through my body. Her arms reached out along the outside of my thighs and her hands grabbed my butt. Now her tongue was darting inside me!! Oh, my god! What is going on? The ecstacy of her mouth on my now throbbing pussy was too much to bear. I stifled a scream as the first wave of orgasm bursa elit escort washed over me. But Linda didn’t stop there. Her tongue moved expertly in and around my wet pussy, exploring every crease and fold. I grabbed her head and pulled it toward me. Soon I was gasping from my second orgasm!

Steve was good at eating my pussy, but he was nothing compared to Linda. She seemed to know exactly what would send me through the roof. Before she was done I had come four or five times! By now, I was laying back on the ledge around the tub, my heart pounding, my breasts heaving, my pussy dripping.

Looking at her, I saw her mouth and chin damp from my juices and the sight turned me on like never before. I got up and kissed her deeply, tasting my own cum on her lips. I knew at that moment that I had to have her! Pulling her up to me we embraced and I whispered to her that I wanted her to show me how to please her.

The two of us got out of the tub, quickly dried off and made our way to my bedroom where Linda showed me what to do. Oh, my god, her pussy was so sweet. I loved everything about it. The taste, the feel, the smell. How may caresses and kisses made it get so wet that her juices flowed out of her like a river.

Linda and I spent the rest of the evening holding each other. We fondled each others breasts and suckled them gently. Our legs would intertwine, and our pussies would touch, sending more intense sensatons through me. I explored every inch of Linda’s body and she explored mine. I can’t even begin to recount the number of times we each climaxed. I know that this was the piece that was missing from my sex life. This wonderful woman had opened Pandora’s box for me and I couldn’t get enough. And Linda was there to show me. We made sweet gentle love. We had rough sweaty sex. We used our tongues and fingers and even toes to bring each other pleasure.

From that point forward, Linda and I used every excuse to get together. I still love Steve and I still love sex with him, but Linda has given me that extra something that was missing, that special feminine touch.

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OK, I’m back to tell you more of my story. I’m switching things up a bit by exploring a written video format at first. Try to ignore any assumptions, and imagine it, just as it’s written.

Then I’m going to switch to third-person narrative so I can have a little more flexibility with the dialogue…Love and hot kisses…Jennifer =)

4:45am Friday…

[Tight film camera close-up on shower drain] Water flowing and rapidly disappearing through drain holes.

Sound of water splattering loudly.

[Camera pans, opens frame a little] Five toes come into view, the water dripping in large and also small drops, viewer sees French toenail tips as camera opens frame and gradually reveals entire naked , female adult foot, then the second foot about 10 inches away, comfortably spread. The woman is obviously showering.

[Camera continues to open just a bit more but pans upward, showing ankles, then lower calves] Water flowing in heavy drops and flowing sheets, falling downward, hissing and splattering all around.

The faint sound of moaning and heavy, irregular breathing can now be heard above the water noise as the camera continues to show the viewer the long female legs, water coursing down. Steam from the hot water gradually grows, slightly obscuring the view.

[Camera begins to slow its pan as her lower thighs come into view] Breathing intensity increases, becomes more halting and urgent as moans increase. French fingertips from one hand just come into view as camera has now reached her upper thighs, water running, heavily dripping and streaming from the fingertips.

[Now the camera focuses completely on Jennifer’s right hand, fingers, enlarged clit, and shaved pussy, as the plunging fingers and hand are obviously involved in bringing her to orgasm] Her hips are thrusting and retracting, uncontrolled, urgent, irregular in rhythm.

[Quick, different shot of a brief bedroom scene, Jennifer engaged in total, vividly depicted, naked bodily contact with another non-descript, but well-proportioned, youngish female] The inference is a scene for the viewer’s sake to show what it is Jennifer’s imaginary thoughts are fantasizing about.

[Quick return back to the shower scene taking place]

[Camera opens frame a bit more to reveal Jennifer’s other hand laid flat against the shower wall to steady her] Breathing and moaning very heavy and jerky now, as the powerful orgasm overtakes her and the fingers rub and bury themselves deeply into the soaking wet pussy. Moans of a reserved, private nature, meaning to not arouse anyone but her, are quite audibly heard over the sound of the shower’s water fall. Jennifer is obviously alone there in the shower with her impassioned imagination.

Quickly the camera opens full frame to reveal Jennifer’s entire body, eyes closed, her face in a sexual, dreamy state, her left hand now cupping her right breast as her forearm hugs her body for post-orgasm comfort, her swollen nipple being massaged with Jennifer’s wet hand, as the water continues unabated.

Fade to black.

Friday, 10am. Coffee room at Jennifer’s work.

The operations manager for the Gulfstream Aerospace satellite office where Jennifer worked in uptown Charlotte was conversing in an animated shoot-the-breeze conversation with the office manager when Jennifer walked into the company’s nicely appointed breakroom with her empty coffee cup. Smiles and greetings were exchanged.

The conversation continued, as if it had not been interrupted.

The ops manager, Dawn, a well-dressed professional woman, said, “…so the new mint flavored birth control pills for women are going to be called….Pre-dick-a-mints.” All three women giggled, and the conversation changed to:

“So Helen, for our office get-together next week, let’s come up with another caterer.”

Helen was an older, matronly woman who had the air of someone who’d been accustomed to a comfortable career with Gulfstream.

She said, “I know; that Office Solutions group didn’t exactly pan out as well as I had hoped when they did our last party. I’ll have to consult with some of my other office buddies to see if they can recommend anyone.”

Jennifer absentmindedly listened to the conversation. Her thoughts had mostly been focused on the design she’d been working on since 7:30am, but she was now thinking back on the delightful morning episode she’d enjoyed so much while in her shower. A satisfied, small smile appeared on her face, as memories of the sultry fantasy came flooding back into her consciousness.

Her curiosity about the whole lesbian experience had suddenly, like a hammer head shark on the attack, become a burning quest, with a thirst that had become irresistible and urgent. Seeing the videos on the website the previous evening had so captivated Jennifer that she was now fighting to maintain her office composure. That spark had started a blaze which was now ravenously consuming every one of her idle thoughts.

The morning shower episode had only bursa escort served to whet her appetite, as she imagined her sexy unidentified lover, the softness of her supple, young body burning its hot influence deeply into Jennifer’s psyche. She felt terribly excited by the whole recent chain of events, but also somewhat unsure and confused since the experience was all new to her.

She returned to her private, nicely decorated office as the other two also drifted off to other places.

As Jennifer stole away and temporarily moved her lascivious thoughts to another compartment of her brain, she began to refocus her energy on the matter at hand; a drawing for the 11th redesign of a complex part of the plane’s forward canard stabilizer.

As she reached for her coffee cup to give it another gulp, her eyes drifted down to the balloon-colored business card which she’d placed on her desk. She’d put it there, trying to come up with a sensible plan to somehow find a means to get back in touch with Vicki. As if on cue, the catering conversation from the break room came to mind once again.

She thought to herself, “Well Vicki probably would be glad to have a shot at some cash for such a job, if she had the desire for such an event. Hell, she’s comfortable being around others, but she was probably like most college kids, in need of a little financial help in whatever form it might take.”

Jennifer postponed the canard drawing, and picked up her phone, dialing the number listed.

As the phone connection made its characteristic tones, Jennifer felt her adrenal gland kick in, pumping that crazy rush of adrenalin into her nervous system. “Cool it”, she told herself, not wanting to convey anything other than a helpful Samaritan attitude.

After two brief rings, a soothing voice said “Hello?”

“Hi, is Vicki there?” Jennifer responded, as her knees involuntarily knocked together a bit.

“This is Vicki, the voice said with a smile.”

“Oh hi, Vicki, this is Jennifer from back in August. We had that little fender-bender, remember me?”

“Oh HEY!” Vicki said excitedly, with instant recognition.

The two exchanged a bit of catch-up small talk, covering the quick waterfront of pleasant comments.

With a brief pause in the conversation, Jennifer took her cue and said, “Well, hey, I work for an aviation company uptown, and we have this little office party coming up.”

“Oh, really. That sounds like fun, may I come?”, Vicki said, with a kind giggle in her voice.

Since things already seemed to be moving so smoothly, Jennifer laughed and said “Yes, of course” then launched into her solicitation.

“Well, I was wondering, and I don’t mean to seem rude or anything, but I know you have the clown business, and I was wondering if you’ve ever done any catering. We have decided not to contact our previous guys, since they let us down with some financial misdealings.”

“Wow” said Vicki, “How sweet of you to think of me! Actually, my Mom used to do some light catering, and I helped her. She still has some stuff, but not for any large events.”

“Oh, it would only be about 7 or 8 of us in my department, but the budget would be pretty good, so you’d be well-compensated for your effort, that is if you’d like to try.”

Vicki practically lit up like a Christmas tree. “Oh my god, are you kidding Jennifer? I’d LOVE to do that! I can sure use the money.” “You’re such a great sweetheart to think of me!”

Jennifer’s mouth formed a knowing smile as she thought about the hopeful plans and ulterior motives she had up her sleeve, hopefully to be divulged at an opportune moment in the near future.

“Well, I can’t make any promises, but I’ll be sure to pass on your name to our office manager with a good word to promote you.” “Her name is…” and the conversation continued into the details of who was going to call whom and what dates were involved so Vicki could block time out for the event, just in case everything worked out and she was chosen.

Vicki added, “Do you think it would be OK if I have Haley come with me to help? She’s my other clown buddy, and I don’t think I’ll be able to do it by myself.”

“I thought your other partner’s name was Sherri.”

“Oh!” said Vicki, “she moved to Australia, and now I’m working with my girlfriend Haley…I need to get that changed on my card…”

“Sure, well I think that would be a great idea.” chimed Jennifer, already feeling just a bit jealous of anyone else who she might have to compete with for Vicki’s sovereign attention, if the opportunity presented itself.

The two exchanged short-term farewells and vowed to be in touch in the near future.

As soon as Jennifer hung up, she dialed Helen’s number and proposed the situation, hoping to beat out any other candidates with her glowing report about Vicki’s large amount of experience and keen professional attitude. She hoped that she wasn’t sticking her neck out too far for Vicki’s sake, and realized the destabilizing escort bursa effect her newfound fascination with women was having on her whole demeanor.

She and Helen confirmed that Helen would gladly follow up on the call to Vicki. Jennifer hung up and opened her new Palm Pre to the personal directory of names and contact information.

“Gail Patterson” was the name she sought, and within moments, dialed the number and had the next conversation with her trusted therapist.

“Hey Gail, it’s Jennifer…say, do you have any openings for a session? Something’s been on my mind here lately.”

Gail said, “…you ought to go buy a lottery ticket tonight Jen, hell you might want to buy ten of them. I just had a cancellation for this evening at 7. Would that work with your busy schedule?”

“I think that’d work fine if you’re sure you can wedge me in there. I don’t want to pass up the chance while I can take it.” said Jennifer.

“OK, see you then” offered Gail, and they disconnected. “Now if I can get focused back on my CAD drawing…” thought Jennifer, and she totally lost herself in the details of her work for the remainder of the day, except for the interruption of Helen coming by two hours later to say that everything was copacetic with using Vicki for the job. Jennifer clutched her fist, jerked it downward, and breathed a “Yes!” as soon as Helen closed the door and disappeared from view.

Jennifer worked a little past her typical quitting time, which had become the de- rigueur custom all week, as she knew the deadline for the airfoil redesign was drawing close. She figured she still had enough time to swing by the bank in her hometown and get back up to the neighboring, small town of Matthews to make her 7pm appointment with Gail.

Tucking herself into her little car, she raced home, avoiding most of the rush-hour traffic by selecting a few rural roads most folks didn’t usually want to bother with. As the week’s memories passed in and out of her conscious state of mind, the more upbeat dance tunes on the radio kept Jennifer company as she dance-wiggled in her seat and considered what was still in store for the remaining part of the night.

She pulled up to the brick building, which was busier than usual with the other folks who’d also been paid, and unbuttoned one of her upper blouse buttons to give Meredith a little something extra to see.

She then shuffled out of her car, opened the heavy double door, and passed the familiar bulletin board in the outer foyer of the bank. She happened to notice the pretty cards of Vicki and Sherri/Haley’s still in the lower corner and absentmindedly plucked out another one so there’d be one to keep at home, since the original one was now at her desk at work.

Jennifer immediately caught sight of Meredith, busily helping a line of customers with their transactions. There were two other tellers Jennifer vaguely recognized, but had fortunately not developed any ties to, so she felt she could go join Meredith’s line without causing a fuss.

As she waited for the line to progressively get shorter, there were several opportunities to steal a gaze at Meredith, basically to check her out in a way that Jennifer hadn’t had quite the opportunity to do last time. As the last customer left Meredith’s line and she announced “Next please”, a delicious little smile of familiarity came across her lips, and Jennifer approached.

“Hi Meredith.” Jennifer offered.

“Hi there Jennifer. I was hoping I’d see you again before too long.” she said, as the forgotten perfume from Thursday confronted Jennifer’s nose with a warm and sensuous welcome.

“Wow, I’m impressed that you remember my name.” mused Jennifer, as her words caught in that embarrassing way in her throat. She then quickly gulped that funny way when something catches a person off guard.

Meredith spoke confidently saying, “I had a feeling about you the other day and I decided to memorize your name right away; you seem like maybe someone I once knew”, she fibbed, not wanting to reveal the true nature of her interest.

Jennifer smiled as warmly as she could and acknowledged the kindness, but in her mind, she wondered if there was some yet-to-be-revealed agenda that might be present instead. She certainly hoped so, remembering that fingernail tracing across Meredith’s lip in such a sexy manner. Jennifer also noticed the same color was still painted on and asked her:

“Meredith, do you mind me asking what the name of your nail polish is? I think it’s so pretty.”

“Oh, thanks, she responded, I just love it. It’s my favorite color and they call it Passion for Pink…” although her voice had lowered a bit in a semi-conspiratorial tone. “It’s so delicious, isn’t it?”

Jennifer quickly and secretly considered the promiscuous-sounding name, wondering about the possible double entendre, and again complimented Meredith’s choice. The clever name reminded Jennifer of how Ricky used to refer to Jen’s tender, sexy places as her bursa escort bayan “pink parts”.

“So what can I do for you today, Ms. Jennifer?”

“Oh, I just want to deposit this check and get a little fun money for the weekend.” she said, passing the prepared deposit slip and paycheck across the counter.

Meredith observed the documents and said, “Oh, you forgot to endorse the check, hun.”

Jennifer enjoyed the pleasant, little term of endearment, and wondered if Meredith offered it just to her or if maybe she addressed all her clients in such a manner. She hadn’t noticed her using such terms during the time she spent in Meredith’s line, so she took it to be a good sign.

And as Jennifer dutifully signed her name, she noticed Meredith taking the opportunity to visually explore her body, especially the exposed cleavage she had hoped she would find interesting. Jennifer’s legs began once again to get a bit unstable as the feeling of desire by this mysteriously sexy woman crept over her. It felt so good that Meredith seemed to be checking her out.

Meredith began processing the transaction, entering Jennifer’s account number at her workstation from the coded number on the deposit slip.

As Jennifer’s account transaction summary came up on her computer monitor, Meredith noticed the recent line item that had already posted from Jennifer’s phone order the previous evening. Meredith immediately recognized the named video company, because she herself did business with them, whenever she was in the mood for some private home viewing.

Meredith’s voice once again assumed a low volume level and she softly confided in Jennifer saying, “Forgive me for mentioning it but I used HotMoviesForHer just this past weekend and ordered some fun videos!”

Jennifer’s face flushed a bit, totally caught off guard, as she considered the impropriety of the situation, but decided this inadvertent disclosure might be just the ticket for connecting with Meredith on a fast track she’d never anticipated.

A tense moment passed, but Jennifer’s instinct took over, and she simply elicited a sexy wink and a little upturned corner of her mouth.

“So you want $150 cash?” Meredith offered, seeing the entry on the check slip.

“Oh, yes please.” was the reply, as the two regained the previous momentum of the business at hand.

Meredith’s deft hands shuffled the paper items and the machinery clicked and whirred as the accounting system registered the transaction, and the hidden cash drawer finally popped open.

Meredith counted out the bills once on the faux black marble countertop, and then repeated the same drill as Jennifer looked on, mesmerized by Meredith’s sexy hands and hushed tones as she counted to herself.

When the obvious moment came for the cash to change hands, Jennifer opened her hand as before and this time, Meredith repeated the same drill as before, but with more pressure from her smooth pinkie finger, holding down on Jennifer’s soft palm as she counted the bills out loud for a third time.

“…one hundred forty, one hundred fifty…and one more thing…” as Meredith picked up a small piece of concealed paper with a hand written note, placing it on top of the stack of bills. It was a phone number, Jennifer noticed. “Please call me sometime” was all Meredith revealed in a hushed tone.

Jennifer tentatively placed a hand on Meredith’s saying “I’ll call you, sweety”.

She left the bank in a hurry since she knew she needed to scram if she was going to make it to Gail Patterson’s office in time.

She stashed the money and phone number in her wallet as she left. Jennifer tried to remain calm at this startling, new development, but to herself she exclaimed, “…oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened!” Her hand was between her thighs every time she wasn’t shifting gears, massaging herself through the fabric of her slacks. This time, she remembered not to use the anti-bacterial stuff, and frequently took a pleasant whiff of the fragrance Meredith had left behind from the brief contact.

It took a little less time to drive than she thought and she pulled up to Gail’s office a few minutes early. She buttoned her blouse back to the more conservative cleavage mark and then programmed Meredith’s number into her cell for absolute safekeeping, still relishing the handwritten note like a piece of rich, dark chocolate.

As the office door whooshed behind her, Jennifer entered Gail’s empty waiting area, but the inner door quickly opened and Gail’s pleasant voice greeted her.

Hey stranger, it’s been awhile.” was Gail’s kind greeting, delivered with a welcome smile. “C’mon back, and let’s do some weed.”

The two women laughed a bit at the therapist’s wicked humor, and they walked side-by-side to the well-appointed inside office, mostly furnished with Gail’s contemporary desk, messy with gobs of paperwork and file folders.

The two automatically fell into a loose routine, but it wasn’t long before Jennifer began to explain her newfound interest in same-gender sexual urges she’d been feeling.

“I’m just so overwhelmed with the desire to get some girl nookie, she explained, and I feel all sorts of peculiar emotions about the whole Ricky thing.”

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A bit about me before I start and hope you read my first story where I met Nirosha, a hot 18 year old girl with an awesome body and personality.

I am Shani and I am 30. I live in Sri Lanka and I am single. I dark complexioned and 5 feet 10 inches which is unusual for a Sri Lankan girl. I have 34D cups which is one of my strong points, no pun intended. My hips are not very wide but shapely enough to attract attention. My butt is cute enough to look hot in hipsters. I love to wear tight pants to show off my butt and hips. I have shoulder length hair which is jet black.

After our hot and active night the previous day, we decided to take things slow the next day. Since it was the weekend, we spent time together shopping and hanging out at the mall. Some people looked at us with admiration as we walked hand in hand. From time to time, Nirosha kissed me on the neck or fondled my butt which made me feel self conscious, drawing the attention of more people. Finally, we sat at the Food court of the mall and started to eat. She had so much energy that made me feel 10 years younger. She had so much life in her which reminded me of my teen years. I was not as bubbly. She had the ability to raise the energy level within a matter of minutes without even trying. From time to time, her soft gaze rested on my face and moved down excitingly to my bust. Her gaze made me hotter than anything I have experienced before.

She started describing what she would do to me right there under the table, which got my blood pumping. My heart beat so fast that I thought it might give out. Her husky voice brought my pussy to a wet state fairly quickly. I started squeezing my legs together gently because I was feeling really horny by then. We were interrupted by another lady who excused herself and sat at our table. She took one look at my face and apologized.

“Oh I am so sorry, I seem to be interrupting here. The place is so crowded and I can’t seem to find a decent table,” she said, starting to get up again.

“No, its fine,” I croaked.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, we insist. I just have a naughty girl friend.”

“Really?”

“What did she do?”

“Well, I made her wet,” Nirosha blurted out before I could say anything.

I looked down, embarrassed. This lady seemed to be in her late 20’s and later we found out that she was holidaying in Sri Lanka. She introduced herself as Jenny. Jenny was slim but had a nice figure and a flat tummy. Her breasts seemed around 32C which seemed bigger due to her smaller frame. Her dark hair ended up at her shoulders. She had a lovely smile and a friendly face. She was wearing a dress with a deep neck that showed off her cleavage. She smiled pleasantly as we checked her out.

She reached over and put her hand on my thigh and the effect was electric. She leaned over exposing more of her breasts and said in a husky voice.

“So how did she make you wet?”

Here was a complete stranger asking me how my friend made me wet. I was tongue tied. Nirosha seemed more at ease.

“Well we can tell you all about it in our apartment,” she countered.

I was not really sure if that was a good move and I looked at Nirosha sternly.

“Relax Shani, I know her well,” she laughed.

“This is the lady I called yesterday to say that I am getting late.”

“Oh, ok,” I nodded.

“Well Jane and I have had a few encounters worth remembering,” Nirosha quipped, pointedly looking at her body. I couldn’t help but look at her cleavage and she complimented by looking at my bust. I can’t explain it, but the more I looked at her cleavage, the more I wanted to find out what she looked like under that dress. We finished our lunch and made our way back to my apartment. Jane sat between us in the taxi and she started to flirt with Nirosha, making me a little jealous. The seconds seemed like hours when I looked forward to being made love to by two gorgeous ladies. We finally arrived and the lift seemed to take ages. I was nervous as I entered the apartment and Nirosha went to the little girls’ room and left me all alone with Jane. She sat down right next to me on the couch. My hands shook and I struggled to keep them from touching her.

I excused myself and had an invigorating shower. I dressed in the sexiest bra I could find along with a t-shirt that had a deep neckline. The bra accentuated the shape of my breasts and made them look even bigger. I fondled them a bit, playing with the nipples and almost made myself want to touch my pussy. I resisted the temptation knowing that very soon my pussy would be paid attention by to lovely tongues.

By the time I was out of the shower, Nirosha had left on an errand and Jane had freshened up. She had changed into another gorgeous dress that did even less to hide her wonderful cleavage. My heart started to beat faster and my hands refused to move in the direction I wanted. All I could think of was getting my hands on this lovely lady seated next to me.

“I love this place,” said Jane breaking the silence. I was so relieved bursa escort that she took the lead.

“So how did you meet her?” she asked and I detected a hint of jealousy under the surface.

“Well, I happened to hear about her little shop from a friend and I paid her a visit,” and I went on to describe what happened in the shop and afterward. I could see Jane starting to blush and her tongue kept licking her quivering lips. I saw her gently rock against the couch with her arms crossed under her breasts pushing them up even more.

The sound of my voice silenced my nervousness. She put her arm behind my shoulders and turned slightly towards me. My eyes drifted down to her wonderful cleavage. Her breasts seemed to be mashed up together making them even sexier than I first saw them.

“I can see why she is attracted to you. You look gorgeous,” she whispered moving closer to me and I felt her fingers gently rub my neck. She had the ability to make even the most simplest of gestures sensual. I felt like a school girl being seduced for the first time.

She moved closer and kissed me gently on the cheek. Her body radiated with a wonderful heat that enveloped me. I just smiled stupidly at her and waited. She kissed my cheek again and I felt her tongue snake out of her lovely mouth and taste my skin. This made me shudder. Her tongue started to explore my face and licked mischievously at the corner of my mouth as if she were licking my pussy. I moaned as my imagination started running wild. Her tongue started to explore my face running over my lips, chin, cheeks and eyes. This was the first time I have experienced such kind of attention. When she explored my face I felt my pussy working overtime to lubricate.

Before I knew it, her lips were on mine and she was kissing me hard. It was so intense that I was taken by surprise. Her kiss was as intense and strong as a man’s. I put my arms around her and returned her kiss. I could feel her need and realized that she must have been without sex for a long time. She seemed to enjoy sucking my lower lip which was full and soft. She moaned as she felt my hand run across her back feeling her tense muscles. She seemed to be under a lot of stress which was evident by the tightness of her shoulder muscles. I kneaded them gently making her suck my lips even harder. I was literally lying down on the couch and she was on top of me. I sensed her urgency as I felt her crotch hump against my hip. Her breath came fast as she begged me to make her cum.

I pushed her roughly back onto the other end of the couch. Her smile widened as she seemed to like me taking charge. I pushed my body on top of hers and started to kiss her hard while pulling her face to me with my hands. My fingers rubbed her scalp as my tongue forced its way into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue was mischievous. It kept avoiding mine and finally I got hold of it and started to suck it. My thigh rubbed against her crotch making her move rhythmically against it. I felt her heat emanating from every part of her body and galvanized me into action. I moved to her neck, sucking her soft skin while my hands started to uncover her wonderful breasts. She wore a lace bra which showed off the outline of her pink nipples. She moaned into my mouth as she felt my hand on her bra cups. Her impatience was evident as she pushed her dress down to her waist.

I looked into her adventurous eyes delaying my progress to her delicious body. Her face was flushed and she had trouble controlling her breathing. But she met my teasing gaze evenly waiting for me to touch her again. I waited for another minute which seemed like an hour. All I wanted was to uncover her gorgeous breasts and suck them till she screamed. But I wanted to tease her even more.

“You are killing me!!” she moaned as she looked into my eyes. I didn’t smile at her. I looked into her eyes, my face expressionless.

“Close your eyes!” I ordered. She seemed surprised at the tone of my voice, but she complied. I put my hands very lightly on either side of her face and started to caress it with the lightest touch. She moaned as I felt her body visibly relax. Her breath slowed down a little as I moved my warm palms lower to her shoulders and then over her breasts. I could see goose bumps on her skin as my hand moved along her tummy. I admired her flat tummy as I pulled the rest of her dress off. Her thighs were lovely and I realized that she was clean shaven. I moved my hands lightly down her thighs right to her feet. I kneaded the soles of her feet and I heard her moan. My hands traveled up her leg to her thighs and down again.

Finally, I took my hands off to take my clothes off uncovering my 34D cups and I was naked except for my panties. I pushed one leg of hers onto the coffee table. I wanted to be kinky so I planted my feet on either side of her right foot and started to rub against her leg wetting it in the process. Then I brought her toes up to my crotch. I took her big toe while making her curl the rest of her toes and started escort bursa to rub my mound against it. I then practically squatted on her toe. She started to rub my pussy with her toe.

To my surprise her toe started creeping in through the edge of my panties and very soon her toe was probing my slit. It was so hot and sexy that I didn’t wanna get up. I held onto her thighs as she started to probe my pussy and she seems to quite at ease doing this. I squirmed as I felt it go up my pussy and very soon I was humping her toe. She pulled out of my pussy and then started to rub it against my ass hole. I pulled back a bit and sucked her toe making it all slimy and then parted my cheeks as I helped her probe my ass. She teased my ass without going in and I didn’t think it could take her toe in anyway. After a few minutes of this, I knelt by her and started to look at her pussy. It was clean shaven and I could see her clit. She was dripping wet. I resisted the temptation to taste her and started to rub her bra cups, while my breasts rested on her tummy. One of her hands tried to touch them, but I pushed her away.

“Relax darling, enjoy the attention,” I whispered. She moaned in response. I wanted to move right down to her pussy and lick her but I wanted to take my time. I put both my hands on her bra cups. I kneaded her breasts gently and felt her nipples harden underneath the soft lacy fabric. I slipped the bra straps off and pulled her bra down and got the shock of my life. She had the biggest nipples I have ever seen. They were as thick as my forefinger and about 2 centimeters in length. Her nipples were surrounded by a light pink aureole which excited me. I just stood there and gaped at them. Then I started to lick her breasts. She was fair skinned that I could see the blue veins and her skin was so soft was a baby’s. I kept moving around on her breast, my tongue dangerously close to her nipples. After a while, she tried pushing me to her nipples and I avoided them. I went on teasing her and then without warning, I sucked one nipple hard into my mouth making her scream. Her nipple felt obscenely big in my mouth as I toyed with it. Every time I flicked it with my tongue, she jumped.

Jane’s moans increased and then I realized we had a visitor. “Well, well, well seems like you two have started the party without me!” exclaimed Nirosha. She struck a sexy pose in a cute denim skirt and t-shirt. I left Jane for a moment and went to her and hugged her hard mashing my breasts against Nirosha, while I kissed her hard. She kissed me back as her hands went to my breasts pinching my nipples. She knelt by me and started to lick my pussy tasting my sweet nectar. I pulled her up again and pushed her back to get her t-shirt off and her breasts were out in the open and then her skirt came off and I realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Do you like her nipples Shani?” asked Nirosha. I laughed nervously in response. We made Jane sit on the couch and sat on either side of Jane facing her. First we started to kiss her mouth at the same time running our tongues all over her face. She shuddered as she felt the attention of two tongues. Then we proceeded to her neck sucking each side and finally we moved slowly down to her nipples. We sucked them hard driving Jane wild. She held both of us tight as if she didn’t want us to stop. I parted her legs so that I could reach her wet pussy lips. Her pussy was drenched from the attention we were giving her. I was dripping wet and straddled one of her thighs so that I could rub my pussy against it. Nirosha did the same and we continued to suck Jane’s breasts. She reached under my pussy and rubbed my slit. One of her fingers entered me easily as I moaned, sucking her breast harder. I felt Nirosha move down lower to Jane’s pussy. I heard wet sounds as she started to lick. Jane started humping against Nirosha’s face. I had an idea. I took my mouth off her breast and asked Jane if she would like me to lick her ass while Nirosha licked her pussy. She nodded her head, her face blushing at the thought of the offer sunk in.

Nirosha lay on the carpet and Jane practically sat on her face with her pussy resting on her mouth while giving me access to her ass. I straddled Nirosha as I started licking Jane’s buttocks, moving to her crack. I parted her cheeks and moved lower and lower. My wet tongue found her opening and I started to trace her rim.

“Oh Shani baby, please lick my ass hole, oh gosh!!” she murmured.

I kept licking her rim as I rubbed my pussy against Nirosha’s tummy. She felt me move and pushed one hand to my pussy. I was thrilled when she started to finger me as she licked Jane’s pussy. She put one more finger in my pussy to make things nicer. I parted Jane’s cheeks further as my tongue teased its way into her anus. Her humping grew faster as she reached back and pushed my face into her ass. I had a hard time breathing as I struggled to keep my tongue in her. It was like trying to tame a wild horse. My tongue started to ache as I pushed it in and out from her ass. bursa escort bayan I could hear Nirosha lapping away at Jane’s pussy. Just as I was wondering how much attention Jane could tolerate without cumming, she shuddered signaling her climax. I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled out my tongue out of her ass and slumped on Nirosha’s body catching my breath.

After a few minutes, I was up again kissing Jane hard on the mouth. Nirosha disappeared into one of the rooms and then she returned with an black strap on. She was wearing one. She came to us and started to poke it between our faces and we started to suck it like a cock.

“Shani, how would you like two cocks inside you baby?” asked Nirosha mischievously. I shuddered at the thought.

“Don’t worry baby, one of these is smaller and will fit your ass easily,” she said as if reading my mind.

So Jane wore the smaller dildo and we both sucked it to make it wet and slimy. Nirosha lay on the floor and I straddled her face first. Her tongue explored my pussy and ass thoroughly and then so did Jane. I straddled Nirosha’s dildo and Jane helped her enter my pussy. It was nice to feel the soft rubber filling my emptiness. Then I started to move while kissing Nirosha hard. After a few strokes, I stopped for Jane and she licked my ass hole again and probed with her fingers. Then she entered me gently and I felt the smaller dildo entering me ass. It was nice to feel two cocks in me and after I said yes, they started to move.

I could feel Jane biting my neck as she moved and I kissed Nirosha hard. Both girls started off slowly until I got more comfortable and then they increased their pace gradually. I was screaming at them to fuck me harder and I was surprised at my reaction. It was really nice to be pounded by two women at the same time and I felt the start of my orgasm and everything went blank as I came screaming my head off. Both ladies stopped their onslaught and I came slowly back to earth. I was exhausted. But I realized that Nirosha hadn’t cum yet. I turned around to see Jane and Nirosha start to kiss. They seemed so familiar with each other that I started to become jealous. They kissed each other like long lost lovers and Jane started to suck on Nirosha’s breasts while the other pinched Jane’s huge nipples. Jane moved onto the carpet and lay on her back while resting most of her shoulders against the couch. She put some cushions under her back to make herself comfortable. She then spread her legs and lifted her knees drawing her heels closer towards her butt. Nirosha moved to the space between Jane’s legs so that they fit each other like the letter “x” and I realized that both their pussies snugly fit against each other. Nirosha started to rock herself against Jane’s pussy while rubbing hers against Jane’s. It was an awesome sight to watch. Nirosha leaned forward to let Jane suck her breasts while she moved slowly and sensuously against Jane’s pussy. They then started kissing each other while their pussies reveled in each others wetness. I was mesmerized by the gentleness and the sensuousness of the act.

I started getting wet at the sight and I started to rub my pussy. Jane noticed this and called me closer. She made me stand between them with my pussy turned towards Nirosha and my ass turned towards Jane. Jane made me push my ass against her face and she started to lick my ass. At the same time Nirosha started licking my pussy. I was in heaven. I felt Jane probe my tight opening and relaxed consciously letting her wet tongue enter the dark recess of my ass. Nirosha slid a finger in my pussy as she sucked on my clit. I held onto her as I started to rhythmically move against the loving mouths of both women and with this kind of attention, I didn’t last long and I came hard biting my lips in the process. The two ladies didn’t show any signs of stopping their dance soon. The continued kissing each other after I moved away to protect my pussy which was now sore.

I took one of the dildos and started to lick it. It tasted of my juice and I sucked it all watching Jane slowly move down to Nirosha’s pussy while she gave her own pussy to suck. The two girls started a hot 69 and I watched breathlessly as they dived into each others pussies. Jane fingered Nirosha’s ass while Nirosha did the same to Jane. After a few minutes, Jane got off Nirosha and wore the strap on. Nirosha kissed and sucked it and then parted her legs to let Jane enter her. I moved in closer to watch the fun and then I got an idea. I wore the strap on and then moved to Jane’s ass. She realized my intention and stopped long enough for me to slip into her pussy. the strap on was like a jock strap so that her pussy was open. I pushed into her pussy and we all started to move. It was difficult to get a rhythm at first but then I got the hang of it fairly quickly and we started moving. Nirosha didn’t need much time to cum when she saw what we were doing and she shuddered and bit Jane’s shoulder as she came. Although Jane stopped, she urged me on and I fucked her hard. Her screams grew louder and louder and she came as hard as Nirosha while kissing her hard. We lay there for a while and finally I pulled out of Jane’s pussy. We were so exhausted and cleaned up afterward and slept in each others arms for the rest of the day.

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Lost In England A short story about two young American women on holiday in England. The eldest is a little arrogant and rather fall of herself. The younger one is relying on her older friend to look after her and give her a good time. The holiday is going well until they upset a gang of female bikers.

*****

It had been one of those days! Melissa’s holiday to England had been great so far. She had been in the UK for just over a week with her best friend Abigail. It was a bit of a responsibility particularly as she was a few of years younger than her. The highlight so far had been seeing the Prodigy play at Wembley Arena. But today they had hired a car and got lost in the countryside. Worse still it was dark now and the car had run out of petrol. They decided to walk to nearest village and find somewhere to stay for the night.

The walked along the dark lane when they heard a noise. The both jumped. Melissa assured her friend that it was just a fox or something and they continued. Then it all happened to quickly. Suddenly as though out of nowhere people jumped upon them.

They were then being manhandled off the road and through the undergrowth. Their designer shoes fell from their feet. They were too scared to shout or scream. |Now they were being held and forced to walk quickly down a dark pathway.

In the moonlight they saw a small old cottage ahead. Soon they were inside, it was lit by a few candles. Both of the young women could see that the three individuals were wearing black and had their heads and faces covered with balaclavas.

Whilst two held firmly onto Melissa the other held Abigail on the other side of the small room. They then started to pull at Melissa’s skimpy designer white signet. She protested and they left it alone. Her skirt was then pulled firmly up revealing her white panties. Quickly one of her assailants took a firm grip of the underwear. In a powerful jilt they were torn from her trembling body.

No sooner than Melissa’s white panties were removed when one of them knelt down in front of her. Her best friend looked on in the dim light. The one knelling removed their head-covering. It looked bursa escort as though it was a man with long hair held back in a ponytail. But wait. As she looked more intently it was not a man but a young woman, possibly in her late twenties. She positioned herself and began to touch the pinkness in front of her eyes. Soon a finger had found its way between the folds and was slipping inside.

One of the gang then approached the girl. For some reason she was not fearful. That was until they spoke. ‘You bitches will pay for damaging one of our bikes!’ It was woman’s voice. She explained that her friend had hit one of their bikes outside a pub. The girl remembered the incident well, it had happened about three hours previous. They had been trying to manoeuvre in the carpark and had hit something. Melissa didn’t seem to be bothered. They then went into the pub and had a meal.

Melissa had been arrogant and rude to the waitress. It had all very embarrassing for the child. Unluckily the waitress was one of their friends and the female bikers were regulars in the pub. The biker placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder and began touching her blonde hair. The other two had now pushed Melissa over a table. Her white rounded bottom raised it could easily been seen in the half-light. The other woman took off her leather gloves and held them for a moment. She then brought them down firmly on the woman’s buttocks. How it stung! Six more times the gloves whipped her bare flesh. One for each scratch on the bike!

The women with Melissa were now pulling down their jeans and leather trousers. Soon they were naked from the waist down. They pulled the victim upright and the waitress got on the table and opened her legs. The gag was removed with a warning to be quiet and obey. The biker holding the girl warned out loudly that if she did not they would strip and fuck the girl. Melissa had no choice but to lick and kiss as commanded. The women then swapped over and again she was obedient. How she hated doing what they said. She was usually the one in charge. Now she was being humiliated in front of her best friend.

The biker with Abigail then led her outside. escort bursa She feared the worse. Maybe there were more perverted bikers outside. Fortunately there was not. ‘Do you like dogs?’ questioned the woman. ‘Yes..’ replied the girl. The woman reasoned with the word, ‘Good!’ and then asked if her friend liked dogs. The girl said ‘no’ as it was the truth.

‘Shame’ said the biker cause I think the dog is going to like her!’

In the back yard was a large dog chained to a post. It barked as they approached but soon calmed down as it heard the familiar voice of the woman. She took it by its collar and led the two of them back into the cottage.

Melissa was now on all fours still wearing her signet but naked from the waist down.

The dog was lead over to her. He inquisitively sniffed her leg and then, as dogs do, pushed his nose between her legs. She felt his warm breath and damp nose between her thighs.

Next he was mounting her. She quietly begged for it to stop but was told to shut up! One of the women slipped her hand between the dog and the woman and guided the large thrusting member into position. The dog worked vigorously before satisfying himself and dismounting. The girl had often seen dogs in the park doing things like this – but never to a woman!

Melissa was then ordered to stand. She stood their still wearing that dainty signet. How the bikers hated it! One of them marched forward and took hold of it with both hands. She pulled it open vigorously. It tore open revelling a white bra holding the small but cute breasts. She picked up a knife from nearby and held it up. She then presided to cut the bra up the middle. The breasts fell free and the bra was pulled from her body. They began chewing on her breasts and enjoying the feel of them.

The woman holding Abigail reached into a nearby cupboard and took something out. It was wrapped up in a towel and the girl could not see what it might be. The woman stopped their caressing and took it. They unwrapped a double dildo. Hurriedly the waitress strapped it on and inserted her end firmly and easily inside her. The woman was pushed to the ground. Once in bursa escort bayan position it was guided in. She tried to resist it but she knew she must not. Soon the woman was fucking her like a man. When she was satisfied she passed it to the other woman who did likewise.

But what of the woman holding Abigail was she not to be satisfied? She took off her mask. The girl thought how pretty she was. Her shoulder-length curly red hair was a picture. Her face looked strict but attractive. She was of medium build and clearly worked out in the gym. She then faced the girl and placed her hands on the girl’s hips. They stared into each other’s eyes for a short moment before she felt he hands moving up inside the sweater! Underneath she was wearing a croptop but nothing else. The hands reached the bottom of it and rested gently on her ribs. She was relieved and relaxed a little.

Then suddenly it was a though the woman was a different person. The hands vigorously pulled at her crop top pulling it upward. Hands pulled up the sweater with great force. Her top and sweater and arms were over her face and she was falling backwards being pushed by the woman. She landed on something soft, her arms still trapped by her clothing. She was aware that her chest was bare and her small breasts were exposed. Suddenly lips were upon them kissing them all over. Then each little pink nipple was sucked and bitten!

Her short skirt was being pulled up and a hand was groping for her underwear. Her arms were trapped she could do nothing. She could not scream because of the gag. Her tiny blue knickers were being pulled down her legs. Once they were off one foot they were left dangling on her other calf. The woman moved down and pushed her face into her groin. She felt her licking her on her legs before diving into her small dainty bush.

The tongue soon found its way between her virginal lips and for the first time her delicious juices were tasted. All three women queued up to drink from her fountain, leaving Melissa to the dog!

Satisfied they locked the outside door. They then gathered up the various items of clothing that had been removed from their victims and themselves and retired upstairs. The two friends were left to recover from their ordeal. The dog was left in the room to guard them. They huddled together trying to get some sleep and wondering what might happen the following morning.

END

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After they had cleaned up in the kitchen, they did, finding a program that they both agreed was interesting, sitting together on the towel on the sofa – comfortably close. When Martha got up to find and light the candles again, she got the blanket, and they joined each other again under it, snickering a little as they tucked it in around themselves. When the program ended, they watched the late news, but Becky was almost asleep with her head resting on Martha’s shoulder. When the news had finished, Martha joggled her and suggested that they go to bed.

“Um-hmm,” she agreed sleepily.

“Whose?”

“Oh? Yeah, his is wet.”

Each our own? Hm-hmm! Another first time.”

They chuckled, but Becky scowled, then smirked and remarked:

“I don’t like ‘first times’ any more.”

“Just so that we can tell him we tried not to do it every night.”

“We didn’t last night — hm-hmm! – but then this morning. But, okay, we can try.”

“Maybe dream about him.”

Whom? Which ‘him’? Boris, my brother? Oh, or you can dream about him, like you were on the deck.”

“Hmm! Rather your brother.”

“Hm-hmm! But if I do too? Can he be in both our dreams?”

“If he dreams about both of us?”

“Oh, that would be funny, good!”

They had gotten up and turned off the TV and taken the candles and their glasses to the kitchen They agreed that they had to go to the bathroom, and did, in the dark, and then found their way to their rooms, saying goodnight, chuckling as one and then the other added: “Sweet dreams.”

Becky was lying on her stomach when she woke up in the early morning, recognizing that she was in her own room in the family’s house on Fire Island, as so many times in the past. It was a few moments before she recalled that she wasn’t there with her family, that she was there alone with Martha, then immediately recalling all they had done with each other, and then surprised that they weren’t together in bed. It took another moment before she remembered why not.

She smiled wryly to herself, but then recognized why she had woken up; she had to go to the bathroom. She got up. Before she went there, she peeked in at Martha, seeing that she was still sleeping. She tried to make no noise in the bathroom, not flushing, but wondering if she wanted to do what she had often done in the past when she woke up early, then wondering if that would be inappropriate – just doing it by herself.

Still undecided, as she started to return to her room, she was surprised to see Martha coming from hers. She smiled and remarked:

“Have to go, too.”

Becky nodded, returning her smile, and went back to her bed, deciding that it would be inappropriate, unfair, but then wondering if Martha also masturbated when she woke up, when she wasn’t in bed with someone, but hadn’t she said that she had only spent the whole night with her brother and her? She waited to hear Martha flush, her eyes closed. When she heard it, she nodded slightly.

A few moments later, she was surprised when the covers moved, but pleasantly surprised, pleased that she hadn’t started arousing herself. She moved to make space for Martha, who slipped under the covers, facing her. Their arms went around each other as they let their thighs overlap from habit, both agreeing with an “um-hmm.” Martha murmured:

“Funny, a little, waking up alone in bed.”

“Um-hmm. Took me a moment to remember that the whole family wasn’t here.”

“Hmm! Good thing they aren’t!”

“Very!”

“Um-hmm. Good morning.”

“You too. Sleep well?”

“Um-hmm, thank you. You, too?”

“Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! Any dreams?”

“I don’t think so. You?”

“Don’t think so either,” Becky agreed.

“Hmm? Why do you — and others — say “either,” – with a long “i” – and some people say “eether?”

“Hmm? Oh, someone said that Queen Victoria said it with a long “i,” since in German “e-i” would be pronounced that way. She was German.”

“Makes sense, people copying the Queen’s pronunciation. Oh, probably why the British say “shedule” instead of “schedule,” with “sk.” “S-c-h” in German are like “s-h” in English.”

“Didn’t know that, but it makes sense.”

“Um-hmm, so people in America who say “either” and “neither” with a long “i” are royalists?”

“Not any more, but maybe they once were; that pronunciation is more common up here in the Northeast.”

“New England, closer to the old country.”

“Maybe, once, not my family.”

Martha nodded and for a while they lay in silence in their loose embrace, their eyes closing. Then Becky’s eyes fluttered and opened again, and she asked:

“What do we want to do?”

“I don’t know … When?”

“Today.”

“Oh, … I thought you meant right now. We can go swimming, – Hm-mmm! – and see what happens, … or read. … I don’t know.”

” ‘And see what happens,’ … Hm-hmm! … What do we want to happen?”

“Nothing we can’t tell about, … this evening.”

“I guess not. … Nothing?” Becky asked.

“Hm-hmm! Well, … I guess something that we can.”

“Can do, bursa escort or can tell about?”

They were silent, looking at each other, looking in each other’s eyes, for so long that they both blinked a couple of times. Then Becky asked softly:

“And what did you think, … if you thought I meant ‘right now'”?

“Hmm? About the only thing that I could think that you might mean.”

“Yeah, I guess so, … but I wasn’t … until I just asked you. … We don’t have to.”

They looked in each other’s eyes again for a moment, and then Martha agreed:

“No, we don’t have to,” but she rubbed her hand on Becky’s back. The corners of Becky’s mouth rose slightly, and her fingers moved on Martha’s back.

“No, we don’t have to,” Martha repeated, this time emphasizing “have.”

“Hm-umm,” Becky agreed, but her hand slid down to Martha’s waist.

“Hm-umm,” Martha responded.

It could have sounded as though she was objecting to what the movement of Becky’s hand suggested, but her fingers rubbing again indicated that she was just repeating what Becky had murmured, especially when her thighs twitched. Becky’s thighs squeezed Martha’s, but she repeated what Martha had said:

“No, we don’t have to,” Becky repeated Martha’s last words, but her hand slid further, and her thumb found the soft place above the corner of Martha’s hipbone, rubbing slightly.

When Martha’s thighs twitched again, she snorted softly with a slight smile, and her fingers then also crept down towards Becky’s waist. Becky also smiled, her thumb continuing to rub, and murmured:

” We can just talk about it.”

“If you want to.”

“Um-hmm. This is nice. Even if we just talk, mine are all stiff.”

“Hm-hmm! Mine too.”

“Nice.”

“Um-hmm,” Martha agreed, and her hand moved, her thumb finding the same place inside Becky’s hipbone. Their thighs clamped together. Becky murmured:

“Doesn’t it feel good, when they are sucked? I just love to suck yours.”

“And yours, too.”

“Mmmm!” Feels so good, and to do it, sucking and licking, nibbling on your stiff nipple.”

“Hm-hmmm! Like on yours.”

Their thighs clasped together again, and their thumbs rubbed a little closer toward the other’s pussy. Their thighs opened a little and drew up, and their hands urged their hips to roll closer, and then their hips clasped again. They both hummed and nodded slightly. Martha smirked and remarked:

“Better keep talking.”

“Um-hmm, hm-hmm! But kissing is better, not just knowing that it’s feeling good for you, but feeling you make it feel good for me too.”

“Um-hmm! Feeling your tongue, … our tongues wanting to feel each other.”

They both licked their lips, grinning, and their thighs twitched together. Becky nodded and murmured:

“But not as good as kissing somewhere else. That tastes so arousing.”

“Not just tastes so arousing.”

“Hm-umm!”

“But a good way to start,” Martha replied and licked her lips.

They rolled closer, and their mouths – and immediately their tongues – found each other. After a few moments, Becky rolled back, drawing Martha with her. Martha raised her head over hers so that they could kiss even better, and did for a while, but then Martha moved her head down to find Becky’s breast, immediately sucking and licking her stiff nipple. Becky moaned and dug her heels in the mattress and moved down the bed, urging Martha to move up and over her, so that she could also find her breast with her mouth. Martha understood, moving herself around with her calves on the pillow as Becky move further down the bed until Martha could move over her, so that Becky could find her breast, sucking on her nipple, and then tonguing it as it hung free over her mouth until Martha lowered herself, pressing it into her mouth, both of them humming as their mouths sucked and nibbled, fondling each other’s other breast, and then finding it with their mouths.

Then Martha moved straight down over becky, her tongue licking a wet path from her breast down to her hair as she lay flat on her, and then they rolled to the side and drew their thighs up under each other’s head as they clasped each other’s hips to their faces.

Much – much! – later, they both gasped a last time and relaxed finally, sighing together with long moans, as they freed each other’s head.

“Maybe we did have to do it,” one of them finally murmured.

“Maybe. We certainly wanted to.”

“Um-hmm, and how!”

“Twice, … and like that again, … so good.”

“Uhmmm! Um-hmm, till I could hardly bear it, wanting you to finally let me come … but then still wanting more, again.”

“Me, too. We just do it too good, knowing what we each want.”

“Um-hmm, … just ‘too good,’ … but … I guess we should be able to do it like that better than he can.”

“Um-hmm – Hm-hmm! – of course, but I guess we better not tell him.”

“Maybe, … or maybe if we did, he could too.”

“Hm-hmm! Maybe. I hope so, … but I can’t see us trying to tell him …”

“Hm-hmm! Or show him, but then bursa escort bayan he still wouldn’t know; … have to tell him.”

“Hmm? Just maybe. Shower?”

They showered, less intimately than some times before, but washing each other just as thoroughly and then drying themselves and then their hair as Becky said:

“Oh, why shouldn’t we tell him? He knows we do it. … I think he would like to know how, … how we do it, when we do it that good. Why not?”

“Hm-hmm! And how are you going to tell him?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Yeah, that would be funny, sitting around – maybe on the deck, naked – and telling him: ‘Oh, want to know how we really like it?'”

“Hm-hmm! That would be funny. I’m not going to tell him. You can, sometime, if you want,” Martha replied.

“Sometime? Hmm? You think we will again, ‘sometime’?”

Martha shrugged, nodding, then murmuring:

“Lucky, if you do. Well, I hope so.”

Becky recognized from Martha’s expression that she could be thinking that she couldn’t, that she was feeling bitter-sweet about the thought that Becky could. She nodded with a slight smile. They hung up their towels and then went to the kitchen.

“I could eat a real big breakfast,” Becky said, enthusiastically, as they started getting things out. Martha glanced at her, for a moment watching her nude figure moving unselfconsciously as she took things out of the refrigerator, and then agreed:

“Me, too. We deserve one. Eggs on the last of the meatloaf?”

“Oh, yeah, that would be good, but heat up the meatloaf.”

“Umm-hmm, and runny fried eggs.”

“Umm-hmm, and toast and cheese, … and jam.”

“And milk – for growing girls.”

“Hm-hmm! Not that I want to, much more – just for girls who like them to be sucked.”

They both snickered, grinning at each other as their nipples stood out. They smiled at each other again and then went about making breakfast, and they were both hungry. Becky was delighted with her “runny fried egg” on a slice of warmed up meatloaf, deciding that she wanted ketchup with it, and Martha then tried it and agreed that it was good. Becky asked how Martha came to suggest the combination, and she explained that she had recalled that there was a Swedish dish of creamed beef with an egg and had remembered the rest of the meatloaf. With orange juice and milk – “for growing girls,” and they joked about that again – and cheese and jam on toast, they ate so much that they agreed that they probably wouldn’t want any lunch as they leaned back in their chairs with full stomachs.

They both had extended their feet as they leaned back, and they touched, and they smiled at each other, and then as they both move them, grinned and ended up holding them together, snorting as they pressed them together. Then Martha snorted again and said:

“We’re not going to, if that was what you were thinking.”

“I know, and I wasn’t, but you were, … at least thinking that I would be.”

“Sorry. But somehow I got the impression that you might be – almost any time …”

“Maybe, … maybe you’re right, but not right now. … Oh, we talked about that already: ‘right now’ … or not ‘right now’.”

“Hm-hmm! And then it was …”

“Real good!” she interjected and moved her feet in Martha’s.

“Stop it!” and Martha pulled her feet back from hers.

“But I just said: ‘not right now.'”

“Um-hmm. Let’s clean up.”

Becky nodded, and they started to. Then the telephone rang.

“Him?” Becky asked with a glance at Martha, as she started to go to answer it, and then stopped and said: “It must be. You can answer it this time.”

Martha nodded with a smile and hurried to do so.

“Oh, hi, it’s me. We thought it was you.” …

“Yes, she called yesterday evening.” …

“Oh, you were there. Yes, after what she said about my ‘discouraging’ a guy, she apparently thought that it is a good idea for you to be here. … To ‘protect’ us on the weekend. … No, she didn’t say that. Of course, you know, if you were there. We sort of interpreted that that was the way she felt. … Yes, real good – you must be alone – after her misgivings – is that the right word? – before. And you know we want you to … Hm-hmm! Um-hmm, to ‘protect’ us real good! … Um-hmm, we talked about that. You know we do. … Oh, I guess you aren’t alone any more, but … we are – she’s nodding … and grinning. … Yes, if the waves are good – and I’m sure that they will be – we can show you how well we’ve learned to ‘body surf.’ … Hm-hmm! You’d ‘like that’ … to body surf with us. We’re pretty good at it – Hm-hmm! – together … Hm-hmm! Of course, you ‘may speak to her’.”

Martha held the phone out to Becky.

“Hi, isn’t that great?! … Hmm! You didn’t say that for me. Who’s there? Don’t answer. Of course, you’re just coming out here to pick us up. When? … What time Friday evening? … 7:45? That early? That’s good! And we want to be ‘picked up’ … by such a strong brother and … Okay. Till Friday, we’ll pick you up … ‘pick you up’!”

She hung up the phone, escort bursa grinning at Martha, who grinned back, and they both rubbed their aroused nipples, but not to make them soft again as they watched each other, and Martha remarked:

“Maybe we will show him. Why not, if he knows we do … and … leaves us a chance to.”

“He can’t do it all the time – Hm-hmm! – but maybe enough so that we don’t want to.”

“Hm-hmm! Maybe, – Hm-hmm! – but then we would have to just tell him – Hm-hmm! – or you just ask him if you could tell him.”

“Or you could?”

“Me? It was your idea.”

“But maybe he would …, it would be better if you did.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, …oh, … I guess it would seem better – your telling him. I mean, … – you know – you have more experience. I’d feel kind of funny about doing it, … telling my big brother – he still is – how to make love.”

“Hmm! It didn’t sound like it, before. … You’re blushing.”

Becky’s nipples were all tight, as she rubbed her cheeks and smiled sheepishly and agreed:

“I guess so. … Let’s finish in the kitchen.”

Martha nodded, and they did.

Out on the deck, they saw that cumulus clouds were already developing over the windward end of the island. They lay down, Martha still reading, Becky just lying on her back, immediately letting the sun shine on her between her legs. Martha snorted slightly and said:

“You’re going to get it sunburned,” and then snorted more sharply and asked:

“Or are you going to ask him if he can see the way you’ve been sunbathing.”

“Hm-hmm! I hadn’t though of that, but it’s a good idea; I’ll take the risk,” and she drew her thighs up and let them flop open as she added:

“It just feels good …”

“Um-hmm, and reveals what you’re thinking about.”

“Um-hmm, but you did, too.”

“Um-hmm,” Martha admitted softly as she returned to her reading, and then they were silent.

After a long while, Becky asked:

“What are you going to do with him?”

“You’re still thinking about it.”

“Um-hmm. What are you going to do with him?”

“What I can’t do with you, and then he’s going to do what you can’t do …”

“Of course. You have been thinking about it, too.”

“In my bed, before we knew that he could come.”

“Hm-hmm! I like that. And then?”

“‘And then?” I guess, it’s your turn. Where are you going to be?”

“Oh? I hadn’t really thought about that, but I can’t imagine that I would be just sitting in the living room – Hm-hmm! – listening to you, … or lying in my bed, waiting. … I guess I was thinking that I would be there, somehow. Oh, maybe it will be dark – yeah, by then, Hm-hmm! – and you can’t see me, … like Sunday night.”

“Hmm! … If it’s going to be like that, I guess we better … just start with all three of us.”

“A shower? … He’ll need one.”

“Something like that.”

“Um-hmm. … Oh, he has experience – with the two roommates. … I wonder what they did, how that was? … Funny, that must have surprised him, … that they both wanted to.”

“Um-hmm. ‘And then?'”

Oh, … – hmmm? – I guess, … well…? No, I’m going to save that for the morning – a lot of it … Oh, I’ll want him to ‘kiss’ me, like we’re really meant to. Hm-hmm! Maybe I’ll tell him that. … And, of course, if he wants to again – can, oh, he can then – Oh, I’ll want him to.”

“I can imagine!”

“You won’t mind?”

“You said I could go first.”

“Just so you know.”

“Thanks! Just listen to us! … Probably won’t care what happens then … for a while, at least.”

“Hm-hmm! I hope not. … Oh, maybe you can tell him how I want it …”

“While he’s doing it?!”

“We like to talk about it …”

“Not while we’re doing it! Hm-hmm!”

“Hmm! And he likes to talk about it, … while we’re doing it, … so, … why not? He’ll like it.”

Martha laughed out loud, and Becky joined in, and then their laughter died down to snickers, and then Martha laughed again and said:

“I suddenly thought about a sport reporter, like on TV, commentating on what was happening on the field – I guess a soccer match, back home – suggesting that the man with the ball should pass it instead of trying to kick the goal, himself.”

They both laughed again, and then Becky replied, still giggling:

“Yeah, something like that. Yes, just like that, that he shouldn’t try to score by himself – his team is in complete control – keep passing the ball back and forth, confusing and frustrating the other team – me – until it can’t be helped, a beautiful goal that leaves the other team – me – breathless, … in awe.”

Martha snickered and then laughed again, and Becky did too, still lying flat on her back with her thighs spread as her stomach moved with her laughter, but then she extended her legs and rolled over on her side, still chuckling as Martha rolled back onto her side and grinned at her and said:

“No, you’ve got to tell him, maybe like that.”

“While he’s doing it?”

“You said he liked to hear it.”

“If I do – If I were to – I think I’d be more direct – have to be more direct – in that situation. I was seeing myself kneeling over him – one way or the other – and I think I would be telling him: ‘No, not yet. Just keep doing that , …'”

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April had heard the words the masseuse had spoken, but couldn’t believe what she had heard. Turn over? She wants me to turn over? I haven’t recovered from the orgasm I just had and now this girl is promising me

Another forty-five minutes! I know my nipples are still hard. If this girl touches them they will only get harder, April thought. I am still wet. My clitoris is still hard, like a pebble. If the girl left the room, I would stay in here and fantasize about her and give myself another orgasm. But here she is offering to continue the massage for another forty-five minutes! Maybe she likes me as much as I like her. April began seeing the two of them together in her mind. The masseuse was holding her hand while they walked down the street, both of them oblivious to the stares of the passersby. They were on their way to April’s apartment….

“Turn over, love.” The masseuse said. April, jolted back to the present, looked up from the table where her head lay and could see only the small ring in the masseuse’s navel. Even her navel was beautiful! And her stomach was flawless and ripped. April turned over slowly, her whole body awash with need. As she turned her eyes upward, she could see the lower part of the masseuse’s breasts as the crop top gapped open at the bottom.

April moved her hands up towards the girl’s breasts. Swiftly, the masseuse caught her hands and put them back on the massage table.

“Not now.” She said. “This massage is about you. If I let you touch me, I will lose my concentration, which is totally on you. We are only beginning, baby.”

Aprils mind tried to comprehend what the girl was really saying. April had fantasized about the girl’s breasts. She wanted to see them. She wanted to touch them. She wanted to see how the masseuse would react to her touch. But now her fantasies were not to be. The masseuse would be in total control over April. This excited April in a way, as she had never thought about what it would be like to be in another woman’s control.

She drew in a deep breath.

“You are so beautiful.” April said. “I have wanted to caress your breasts ever since I saw you. I want to kiss them, to suck on your nipples.” As the words flowed from her lips, April became aware of a new wetness between her legs. She was surprised at her boldness.

“You won’t remember wanting to touch me when I am finished with your massage,” the masseuse breathed into April’s ear. “After I have taken you where I am going to take you, you will wonder how you lived without me.”

April blushed. The girl was truly beyond her years sexually. April pressed her shoulders to the mattress of the massage table and pushed her breasts up towards the girl’s beautiful face. Please, she thought, touch my breasts. The masseuse, sensing April’s desire, moved her head toward April’s nipples, her mouth tantalizingly close to them. She slowly breathed on them and blew a puff of air. She watched as April’s aureoles developed small bumps around the nipples. She knew April was ready. She felt her own wetness in her panties. She blocked the feeling out of her mind, though it was becoming more difficult for her to do.

April sensed that the masseuse was going to put her lips around her nipples. She tensed and closed her eyes.

She felt her nipples bursa escort stiffen even more. She felt as if her head would explode from the tension.

The masseuse moved slowly away from April’s nipples, letting her tongue brush along April’s exposed neck. She heard April gasp, as if she had been holding her breath. The girl ran her fingers through April’s long hair and let it drape over the end of the massage table.

“You have gorgeous hair,” the girl said to April. “It’s so black that it looks blue. Your skin is so milky white against it.”

“Thank you,” April said. She wished the girl would touch her breasts. They were aching. The more the masseuse talked, the more April’s edginess increased. She wanted to touch herself, to feel her wetness, to press her fingers against her clitoris, to rub herself to orgasm. But the waiting was such sweetness, an aching sweetness. She had never felt herself get as wet as she was now, not even when she was pleasuring herself in the privacy of her bedroom, with every fantasy available to her. This girl had made her come once and was delaying April’s further pleasure in order to torture her, to make her beg for it, to make her cry out, “please put your fingers inside me! Please suck my breasts! Please make me come again!” I think I would do anything, say anything, to get her to touch me right now, April thought. Gee whiz, all she did was say I have beautiful hair and I am ready to come right now! April could not take her mind off of the girl, watching the girl, feeling the girl running her fingers through April’s hair, wanting the masseuse to bring her hands back up above the table.

The masseuse cupped her hands around April’s jaw line. “Open your mouth.” the girl said. April obeyed, not knowing what to expect. The girl gently began tracing April’s lips with the edges of her thumbs, letting them drop down into April’s mouth, inside her lower lip. Slowly, her thumbs felt for April’s teeth, gently pressing them against the edges, absorbing April’s saliva.

April felt a new bond with the girl. The girl had part of her body inside of April’s mouth. As the masseuse’s thumbs left April’s teeth, April closed her lips around them, drawing them into her mouth with a sucking motion. She ran her tongue around the girl’s thumbs, feeling the nails with the tip of her tongue, and then concentrating her sucking on only one of the thumbs, taking it into her mouth until she knew she had the whole thumb in her lips. She continued sucking, watching the masseuse’s face as she did so, seeing that the girl had been genuinely surprised by April’s action.

April released the thumb with a sigh and opened her mouth, the thumb now glistening with her saliva. The masseuse slowly lifted her thumb to her mouth, and while looking at April, put it into her mouth. She sucked the wetness from it, never taking her eyes off of April’s, knowing that April was watching, waiting to see what the girl would do.

The pure eroticism of the moment stunned April. She had had this statuesque beauty’s thumb in her mouth and had sucked it like it was a small penis! She could still feel the texture of the girl’s thumb on her lips, and the idea that she had sucked on a part of this girl’s body caused her to shiver.

The masseuse reached over to the escort bursa side table and took a bottle of massage oil and poured it into her hands. She rubbed her hands together, all the while looking into April’s eyes. She slowly leaned over April’s head and placed her hands around April’s breasts. The warmth of the oil startled April, but her body responded with pleasurable feelings. April felt the masseuse’s fingers move firmly over her breasts, bringing the most wonderful feelings to the surface, making her nipples harden until they seemed to look like little ice cream cones. The girl brought her thumb and forefinger together around each breast’s nipple and squeezed them, causing them to rise to further attention.

“You have exquisite, natural breasts.” the masseuse said. “They don’t stand up, they lay to the side like they are supposed to. And they feel so soft! I could massage your breasts forever.” The girl’s voice was soft, like cotton it seemed to April, and it seemed as if the girl’s voice had a little catch in it now.

April saw the masseuse’s lips turn up in a small smile as she looked at April. April could still see the bottom of the girl’s breasts below her crop top. April wondered quietly if she would be able to get the masseuse to remove her top before time ran out today.

“I wish you would massage them forever.” April said. “They look like they want you to.”

With that, the masseuse leaned over and her hands began their journey down April’s rib cage and towards her stomach. “Your belly button is cute.” the girl said. “Let me get my stool.” She got up and walked a few steps over to the side table and took a small stool from below the table. She brought it to the head of the massage table stood on it. It lifted her up so that she could reach over April’s body and massage the lower part of April’s body. The only part she probably won’t be able to reach, April thought, is my legs.

As the masseuse leaned over April, her crop top fell open further and April’s view of the girl’s breasts was inhanced. She could see the whole bottom of her breasts and could almost see the girl’s nipples. Now the girl was massaging April’s stomach and her hands were traveling down close to the beginning of April’s vaginal hair. April could hear her wetness making a squishing sound as the girl approached her vaginal area. She was rhythmically massaging towards the junction of April’s hips, where her legs met her torso. And she was driving April wild. April wanted to thrust up to meet the girl’s hands, she wanted to tell her to plunge her fingers into her! But she wanted to wait too. She wanted to let the girl work her magic.

The girl’s own stomach was just above April’s head. She could reach up and kiss the girl’s stomach if she was brave enough. But the girl had said not to touch her. April was afraid to break the spell the girl had on her by violating one of her rules, if that was what it was. So she didn’t kiss the girl’s stomach. She lay there letting the girl’s sweet flesh move within inches of her lips.

April began to move her hips in rhythm with the girls massage. As the girl would get close to her vaginal area, April would move her hips upward, trying to meet the girl’s fingers, hoping her fingers would find April’s opening.

The masseuse bursa escort bayan needed a better position. She wanted to get close to this woman’s vagina. She couldn’t do it by staying on the stool. She moved her knees up onto the massage table, on the sides of April’s head. Now she had the leverage she needed to work her technique. She kneaded the woman’s stomach muscles and kept working down closer and closer to her vaginal area. She let two of her fingers trace through the woman’s vaginal hair as she moved her hands and fingers to that sensitive area between the woman’s legs and her torso. She began to knead that area in a special rhythm and she noticed that the woman would move her hips up to meet her hands and fingers. That was good. The woman was ready, primed for her next orgasm. And it would come much sooner than the woman thought.

April kept moving her hips, hoping that the masseuse would finally find her vagina and let her fingers enter her. April wanted to rub against something. She would settle for a pillow! Something to release this feeling that kept building inside of her. She lifted her hips higher and felt a hard surface. She spread her legs open wider and lifted up again. The hard surface was there again. She began to reach for that hard surface with each thrust upward, faster and faster as the masseuse’s hands increased the pace of the rhythm of the massage, moving closer and closer to her vagina.

April did not know what the hard surface was; only that it was there, and she reached for it again and again.

Each thrust was bringing her closer to orgasm. The surface seemed to stay in one place, and April counted on it being there as she closed her eyes and watched the explosions behind her eyelids. She reached up and grabbed onto the masseuse’s thighs and held on as her orgasm overcame her, then another wave of pleasure swept her away as she pressed her eyes even more tightly closed. Her clitoris was still rubbing against the hard surface, her hips thrusting up involuntarily, like they had a mind of their own.

April opened her eyes to see her fingerprints on the masseuse’s thighs. “I hope I didn’t hurt you,” April said. “I know I wasn’t supposed to touch you, but I needed something to hang onto.”

“That’s okay, baby. You came and came. I loved watching you. When you grabbed onto me, I felt as if I was coming with you. You made me feel part of your pleasure.” The masseuse’s voice was coming from between April’s legs, her breath blowing into April’s vagina with every word. April couldn’t help it, but she was getting excited again.

“Did you?” April said. “Did you come?”

“No. Remember, this is about you.”

The masseuse rose up from between April’s legs and April could see her juices displayed on the masseuse’s chin. The masseuse moved down to stand on the stool again, her face directly above April’s.

“That was your chin, the thing I was rubbing against.” April’s eyes were wide. “I came on your chin.”

“Yes, baby. Do you want to lick yourself off of my chin?” April wanted to grab the girl and bring her lips to her own, that’s what she wanted to do. But she said instead, “yes.” The masseuse brought her chin to April’s lips and April opened her mouth and sucked on the girl’s chin until all of her juices were gone.

“How much time do we have left?” It felt as if time was running out and April wanted this girl again.

“I’ll let you know when time is up.” the masseuse said. “Don’t you worry about time. All you need to concern yourself with is orgasms.”

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