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Before I entered the world of New England college academia, as described in other stories I have written here, I worked for a couple of years as a high school English teacher in a small town in Minnesota.

The town, with a population of 2,500, was boring, and the school was boring. In an effort to liven things up a bit, I decided to start a Little Theatre company for both students and adults, and the school was gracious enough to allow me to use their stage free of charge.

One of the first plays we did was Wait Until Dark, which was about a young and beautiful blind girl who is terrorized by three burglars who break into her apartment. After tryouts, the girl I selected for the lead was Katie Knudsen. She and her sister Kendall were fraternal twins, and they did everything together, so Kendall volunteered to be the stage manager for the production.

Like many of the families in Minnesota, the Knudsens were of Scandinavian descent. The father was a forest ranger, and the mother was a housewife, who had apparently decided to be very productive in a short period of time. She had produced the oldest sister, Kathy, in one year, the twins, Katie and Kendall, in the next year, and finally, the last one, Kristin, in the third year. Now, Kathy was 19 and in her first year at the University of Minnesota, Katie and Kendall were about to turn 18 and in their last year of high school, and Kristin was 17 and a junior in high school.

And like many Scandinavian ladies, these girls were absolutely beautiful. All of them were blonde and blue-eyed, with beautiful figures. The whole family became part of the theatre company, with the mother offering to be in charge of costumes, and the father helping with set construction.

The month was May, and the oldest daughter, Kathy, had just returned from college. Kathy was about five-foot-eight with shoulder-length blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and the figure of a gymnast—which is what she had been at college. I was single at the time, and I guess the family felt sorry for me living alone, so they invited me to a Sunday dinner at their house.

“Mr. Baxter, do you like camping?” Kathy asked me as we were sitting around the table.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve never done it. Why?”

“Well, I was planning to go camping this weekend with my college boyfriend Mark in Chinoqueg State Park, but he can’t get away because he has to work, and Daddy doesn’t want me to go alone,” she said sarcastically. “Would you want to come?”

“Kathy….” Her mother began.

I thought about it for a moment. It sounded like it actually might be fun, and I had no plans for that weekend. “Sure,” I said.

“Great! I have all the camping equipment and two sleeping bags. All you will have to bring is whatever you want to eat—or to drink.”

“Okay.”

“I was going to go in Mark’s car, but he’s not here, so can we use your car?”

“Of course.”

“Could you pick me up Saturday morning around eight?”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure you want to do this, Donald?” Kathy’s mother asked. “Spending a weekend with a teenager like Kathy can be a trial.”

I smiled at her. “I’m sure it will be fun.” I didn’t know then just how much fun it was going to be.

II—Kathy

I picked Kathy up at eight that Saturday and within an hour we were pulling into the reserved campsite at the state park.

We pitched the tent together and spread the sleeping bags out inside.

We spent most of the day hiking through the park and then ate a hearty campfire dinner of burgers, salad and some white wine that I had brought. I didn’t know what the legal drinking age was in this state, but I told Kathy she could have some as long as she didn’t tell anyone else about it.

She actually had quite a bit more than some since it was a large bottle. So by the time she was ready for bed, she was feeling pretty good and in a chipper mood.

“I’ll go in the tent and change first, then you can change,” she suggested.

“Why don’t you just hand me the bag with my pajamas in it, and I’ll change out here while you’re changing,” I suggested. “It’s dark enough.”

“Okay.”

By the time I had changed into my pajamas, I could feel the night getting quite a bit colder. This was after all early May, so the nights were still cold.

And that’s why I was a little surprised when I got in the tent and saw Kathy sitting up in her sleeping bag clad only in a pair of thin white silk pajamas. I laughed.

“What are you laughing about?” she asked.

“Your pajamas. At least I’m wearing warm flannels. Your pajamas look more suited to a romantic night with your boyfriend.” The two points at the front of her pajamas also made it apparent she was not wearing anything underneath them—at least on top.

“That’s what it was supposed to be,” she said. “Besides, this is all I had.”

“Let’s hope the sleeping bags are warm enough then.” I crawled into my bag, zipped it up, and turned out the battery-operated camping lamp Kathy had brought.

But even with flannels, I Maltepe Escort could feel after a half hour that the tent was getting quite chilly.

“I’m starting to get cold,” Kathy said.

“It’s going to be a cold night.”

“We could zip the sleeping bags together into a double bag. I think that would be warmer.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

So we both crawled out of our sleeping bags, spread them out, and zipped them together. Looking at the nice view of her silk-clad bottom when she turned away from me, I could see that she was apparently not wearing anything under them either, since there was no panty line.

She crawled into the double sleeping bag first, and I followed, zipping the bag up after me.

“I think this will make us warmer,” she said.

“I’m feeling warmer already.” I assumed she would not know how I meant that.

“Can I cuddle with you to get warm?” she asked.

“Of course.”

She scooted over, put her arm around my chest and lifted her right leg over mine. Now she was really making me warm, and I hoped she would not notice that I had the beginning of an erection.

“This is better,” she said, snuggling up.

“You said it.” I put my arm about her and pulled her close.

“It will take me awhile to get warm. I can always tell when I’m cold.”

“How’s that?”

“Give me your hand and I’ll show you.”

I gave her my left hand. Apparently, she had unfastened the top few buttons of her pajama top, since that’s where she slipped my hand inside and placed it on her breast. Her breast was small, but it felt quite nice, and her nipple felt like a cold and stiff pencil eraser. Naturally, I was surprised at her boldness and wondered just how far this invitation was going to go.

“See what I mean?” she asked.

“Yes, your nipples are really cold.” I felt the other one as well. “Would you like me to warm them up?”

“How would you do that?”

“I think the standard method would be to take them in my mouth.”

She thought about it for a moment. “…All right.”

I began then to think this was going to go a lot further. I withdrew my hand from her breast, reached over and turned on the camp lantern. “I like to see what I’m doing,” I said as I sat up, but what I really meant was: I’d love to see what you look like naked.

When I turned back, I saw that she had unfastened the rest of the buttons and pushed her pajama top to either side. I didn’t need any more invitation than that. I bent over and took her cold nipple in my mouth. I spent a long time sucking on and warming it up. Finally, I did the same thing for her other nipple, and she seemed to enjoy it thoroughly. When I was finally finished, I closed her pajama top and sat up.

“Is there anything of yours that needs warming up?” she asked with a sly smile on her face.

“My appendage is a little cold,” I offered.

“I’ll warm it up for you if you want.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I straddled her body, took out my already-erect member, and scooted up until the head of it was resting on her chin. With a smile, she put her hand around it and put it in her mouth. She spent as much time sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it as I had with her nipples. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

“You can come in my mouth if you want,” she said as she took it out. “I’ll swallow it.”

As tempting as that offer was, I knew if she put it in her mouth just one more time, I would come on the spot. “Any chance of my getting something even better?” I asked.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I would love to have sex with you.”

“Well, I’m on the pill, so if you want to do it, I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I would like it.”

Again, that was all the invitation I needed. I scooted down, took her pajama bottoms by the waistband, pulled them down and took them completely off her. And there it was: one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen: a little blonde curly muff. I knew I had to warm this up as well, so I bent down and began licking her. She sighed. Then I spread her thighs and stuck my tongue in. It did not surprise me to find that she was already wet. She tasted pretty good too.

“Oh God……,” she moaned.

As much as I was enjoying this, I was ready for the final act. I kneeled up between her thighs and pushed my pajama bottoms down. My cock was huge and ready.

“You’re bigger than Mark,” she said looking at it.

“Thank you. What would you like me to do with it?”

She smiled. “You can put it in me if you want.”

“Is there a better way to word that—using the ‘f’ word?”

She smiled again. “You can fuck me if you want.” She spread her thighs a little further apart. “I would love you to fuck me,” she said.

And that’s what I did. I pushed my turgid cock into her tight little pussy and fucked her slowly, trying to make it last as long as I could. It was a good thing there weren’t campers near us, since they surely would have heard her moans and her cries of Anadolu Yakası Escort “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me.”

Finally, as she wrapped her naked legs around my back, I came deep inside her. I stayed inside her for a long time.

“I’m getting really cold,” she said finally with a laugh.

“Me too.” I reluctantly pulled out of her, took the towel from the corner of the tent, wiped myself off and then wiped her off.

“That was nice,” she said after she had put her pajamas back on and slid back under the sleeping bag.

“I would agree.” We slept naked the rest of the night, and in the morning I fucked her one more time, and I fucked her again just before we struck the tent.

III

Katie and Kendall

We had just completed a two-hour rehearsal of Wait Until Dark in the high school auditorium, and the play seemed to be coming along very nicely. It was a one-set play in a small New York City studio apartment where the living room, kitchen and bedroom were all in the same room. Young Katie Knudsen was wonderful in the role of the young blind girl. She appeared to be a very talented actress, and I knew I had chosen well. Although she and her sister Kendall were twins, they were fraternal not exact twins, so while they looked alike, they did not look exactly alike, and Kendall for some reason seemed to be the more mature of the two. But both of them were beautiful Scandinavian blondes with perfect little figures. Between the two, Katie was slightly prettier, but I would not have turned either one of them down. As it turned out, I did not have to.

At the end of the rehearsal, I was in the process of securing the stage. The one custodian who had been there and wanted to leave early had asked me to turn off all the lights and make sure the front door was locked when I left. But I noticed that Katie and her sister were still hanging around after everyone else had left. Katie was still wearing the garb of her role: a yellow and brown pheasant-type skirt and a white satin blouse. Kendall was dressed in the standard high school garb of jeans and a school sweatshirt.

“Mr. Baxter, could I talk to you a minute?” Katie asked.

“Of course. Let’s sit at the table.”

She and her sister sat down. “Kendall has to stay here too because she’s driving,” Katie said.

“Okay.”

“What I want to talk to you about is not the play but my sister Kathy.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.

“When Kendall and I were growing up, we were always jealous of Kathy because she was the oldest, and we always felt that she got the first choice of anything. We always wanted what she had.” She looked over at Kendall, who appeared to encourage her to continue. “Anyway, Kathy told us about the camping trip she took with you. She said it was the best sex she ever had.” She looked at Kendall again. “And we were wondering if you would do the same thing for us.”

Once again I was stunned. “You’re kidding,” I said.

“We’re not kidding. We want what Kathy had. What you did to her.”

“You want to go on a camping trip?”

“That won’t be necessary. There’s a bed right here.” She nodded over to it. “And there’s no one here but us.”

“You want me to do it here—and now?”

“Why not? Kendall and I have been talking about it, and we thought this would be the best place of all. No one would know.”

“How old are you?”

“We both turned eighteen last week.”

“That’s right, I forgot. I remember now that you told me. Maybe this was the reason you told me. But what about protection? I certainly don’t carry condoms around with me.”

Katie laughed. “That won’t be necessary. We have a very liberal-minded mother. She always insisted that her daughters be on the pill by their senior year of high school—whether they were having sex or not.”

“So you’re good to go in other words.”

She smiled. “We’re good to go.”

I thought about it. I was a teacher in the high school, and even Katie and Kendall were of legal age—barely—they were my students. So I decided to do the right thing. I decided I would not have sex with either one of them. But I would be happy to fuck the both of them.

“Okay, I’ll do it on one condition.”

“What is that?”

“I want the both of you completely naked. I’ll do you first, Kendall, while Katie watches. Then I’ll do Katie, while you watch.” I thought it would be nice to save the best, the prettiest, for last—sort of the dessert, so to speak. Katie was almost the spitting image of the young actress Kirstin Dunst.

The girls looked at each other, then nodded in agreement. So I just sat back in the chair and enjoyed the view as they both stripped off their clothes and underwear, with only a little embarrassment, and put them on the table. Kendall seemed to be quite satisfied to stand there completely naked with her hands at her sides, but Katie, who seemed to be more shy, covered her breasts with her right forearm and her little blonde muff with her left hand. Both of them looked İstanbul Escort absolutely enchanting, and I knew this was going to be an erotic treat. I stood up, took Kendall by the hand and led her over to the bed.

“Lie down and spread your legs,” I said. She did so.

Since I was running a risk doing this in the high school, I figured I might as well go for broke. So I stripped completely as well. Then I straddled Kendall and scooted up to her face. “Suck it,” I said, “Just like your sister did.”

She did so, and very soon, I was as hard as I was going to get. I scooted back down, bent and performed the same service on her.

“Mmmmmm,” she murmured.

That was enough for me. I pushed my turgid dick into her tight little pussy and drove it back and forth until I was sure she had come.

“Aggghhh,” she cried.

But I did not come in her. I wanted to save all of that for little Katie. I pulled out of Kendall and dismounted.

“Now it’s your turn,” I said to Katie, who was sitting in a chair beside the bed. She was no longer covering her privates, but she was breathing rather deeply. I think she had been turned on by our erotic performance. I took her hand as Kendall got out of the bed, and motioned for her to take Kendall’s place. She did so—and spread her legs.

Her little blonde muff looked good enough to eat, and that’s what I did—until I was sure she was aroused. She began to moan.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders,” I said. She did so thus offering me the perfect striking position for my big dick. She appeared to be a little tighter than Kendall, so I thought penetrating her would take a little more effort.

And I was right.

“Ahhhhh!” she cried loudly as I drove it into her. I plowed it back and forth into her, but it seemed to be causing her some pain and discomfort.

“Ow!” she cried.

I withdrew my cock and found to my surprise that my penis was covered with blood—as were the nether lips of her pussy.

“My God, you’re a virgin!” I exclaimed.

“Was,” Kendall corrected.

“I didn’t think you would do it if I told you,” Katie apologized.

“Did I hurt you much?”

“It doesn’t hurt much now. I’m glad you did it.”

“And I’m honored that you let me be the first.”

I naturally thought that would be the end of it, but it was not. I lived in a nice little home in the woods without any nearby neighbors about six miles from town. Since Kendall was allowed to drive the car, she and Katie visited me about once a week for the rest of the summer. During the two hours that they usually spent there, we enjoyed a delicious and naked ménage a trios, and all of us learned a great deal about the joys of sex.

But finally, at the end of the summer, Kathy had gone back to school, and Katie and Kendall had both received scholarships to the University of Idaho, in Pocatello, and had gone there. I figured the three sisters would be a lovely erotic memory for the rest of my life.

But I had forgotten about the fourth sister.

IV

Kristin

Near the end of the next school year in May, I was surprised to get a visit at my home one Sunday afternoon by young Kristin Knudsen. She had ridden the entire way out on her bicycle and was dressed in a yellow jersey, extremely short denim cutoffs and white tennis sneakers. Kristin looked a lot like her sister Katie, only a year younger. She also looked a lot like the actress Kirstin Dunst in other words: blonde, blue-eyed and a beautiful figure.

“My goodness, what are you doing here?” I asked as I answered the door.

“I didn’t have anything to do, so I thought I would take a bike ride out,” she said with a smile. “I wanted to see your house. Katie and Kendall told me so much about it.”

“Well, come in then. Can I make you a cup of tea?”

“I would rather have a glass of wine,” she said frankly.

That surprised me—and made me wonder what she was up to. “How old are you?”

“I just turned eighteen.”

But somehow that did not surprise me. “Well, you’re not driving, so I guess you can have a glass of wine. Sit down at the table in the dining room. I was just about to have a tuna fish sandwich for lunch. I’ll make you one.”

“All right.”

So we had lunch together, a couple of glasses of wine together, and a nice conversation. She also told me about her plans for after high school. She had received a scholarship to Bennington College in New England. “So this may be the last time I see you for awhile,” she said.

“Shame.”

“Yes.”

After about an hour, she rose, presumably to leave. “Can I use your bathroom before I go?” she asked.

“Of course. It’s down that hall.”

While she was gone I still wondered if she was up to something. I soon learned she was. After about ten minutes, she emerged from the bathroom and walked up the hall to the dining room. She was completely naked and covering her little muff with her right hand. But her small breasts were completely exposed and absolutely beautiful. If anything, she looked even more beautiful than her three sisters.

“I think I lost my clothes,” she said with a smile, “Have you seen them?”

“No, but you look better without them.”

“I guess you know what I’m here for.”

“I guess I do. You look really beautiful naked. Are you a virgin?”

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It was getting late, but the bar was still packed.

A loud din of voices, laughter and music filled the air. I was meant to meet a friend here, but he called to cancel at the last minute so I arrived by myself, determined not to waste a perfectly good Friday night.

Pushing my way through the crowd I made my way to the bar, and sat myself down on a bar stool.

I hate sitting at a bar. Especially by myself, like all the other lonely bar flies and single people desperate for a Friday night score. Still, I had no choice, so on attracting the barman’s attention I ordered my usual “starter”, a shot of Jack and a jug of beer.

Knocking back the Jack, I settled into checking out the faces around me. It was your typical bar, filled with young and old alike. The bar counter was a semi-circle shape, allowing me a good view of the faces of the people gathered around the bar. Some chatting, some trying (mostly in vain) to order drinks. Across the bar I noticed a young woman chatting or rather being chatted up by a guy.

She was gorgeous. Long thick black hair that seemed to frame her face and flow down over her shoulders. She wore a tight black low-cut top, with her smooth breasts pressed up above the hem, almost straining to burst out. Thick lips and dark eyes completed the look. I was transfixed. Just as I was staring at this beauty she turned away from the guy chatting to her and looked directly at me, catching me staring intently at her. She smiled, and I quickly looked away embarrassed.

I sat at the bar for a while, and eventually the guy chatting to this lady gave up trying to make an impression and left. I ordered another drink, and as Kartal Escort I was paying she caught my eye again and smiled, this time I smiled back. I will admit that I was feeling a little flustered to be getting this attention from such a gorgeous woman. I got up, but rather than approaching her I turned my back on the bar and made my way through the crowd to the dance floor. It was a killer song, and the fairly large crowd on the dance floor was loving it. Soon I was caught up and dancing in amongst everyone else.

I felt a brush against my side and looked next to me, and there she was! I could smell her perfume. The scent was sexy as hell!

We looked at each other and I simply put my hand onto her waist, and pulled her in front of me while at the same time turning her around so she was facing away from me.

I put both hands on her hips and gently pulled her towards me, while she leaned back against me so her my face was next to mine. She was so sexy. Her smooth face against mine. I couldn’t resist rubbing my hand up her thigh until it just disappeared under the hem of her short black skirt. We dance liked this for a awhile until holding my hand she gently lead me off the dance floor. We walked with our arms around each other out of the bar and into the cool air of the car park. I started leading her to my car when she stopped! I was about to ask her what was wrong, when she took my hand and started pulling me away from the bar. I will admit I was confused, but not for long though. She led me down an alley next to the bar until we were out of sight of the car park and stopped. I wanted this woman SO badly! I pressed her up against the wall and we started kissing intensely! Her breasts pushed against me, our breathing getting heavy.

I reached under her skirt Pendik Escort and squeezed her ass tightly. She was wearing a sexy smooth G-string, and my hands had free access to her semi naked skin!

She broke her embrace with me only to push her hand down between us to grab my crotch through my pants. She started rubbing and squeezing my already hard dick through my pants while my hands explored this sexy goddess’s body. We stopped kissing and with out a word she so so slowly dropped down until her face was inline with my cock. She looked up at me while she undid my belt and lowered my pants. My cock was straining against my boxer shorts, but she was in no hurry! She started licking my dick through the material and gently biting the side of my shaft! She then pulled my boxers down and my dick burst free. My cock is fairly thick, with a big head. I also try keep my pubes trimmed; I find it leads to better blow jobs…

Looking up at me, she ran her tongue up the under side of my rod until her mouth was at the tip and she took my fat head in between her round lips. Her mouth was so warm, with my dick resting on her tongue and her lips wrapped around my shaft. She started to suck, slowly at first, taking me all the way into her mouth, stretched around the thick width of my dick. Her hands gently fondled my balls while she took my cock into her hot mouth. It was fucking amazing! Every now and again she would stop, only to lower her mouth to my balls. Sucking one testicle into her mouth at a time while still rubbing her hand up and down my now very wet dick. It was incredible!

After a while I couldn’t take anymore of this, I needed to fuck her. Now!

I lifted her up towards me and pressed her against the wall. She was breathing hard, and she said the first words Göztepe Escort to me all night: “Fuck me”

I didn’t even take her panties off, I just pushed them to the side, she raised her leg up next to me and I held her thigh.

My cock met her pussy lips perfectly. I could feel her hot moisture against the tip of dick, and I pushed into her. I heard her gasp in my ear, as my cock went into her, stretching her, filling her! Her pussy was so hot around my cock, and I started sliding slowly in and out of her. Pushing her body against the wall. She grabbed my hair, as I started to increase the pace! She was holding on to me tightly, breathing quickly as I fucked her against the wall.

I could feel her legs starting to weaken, and she held onto me tighter while I supported her. I fucked her deeply, hardly ever pulling my dick out very far. We were both breathing hard, and with every thrust she let out a little audible cry.

As I started feeling the walls of her pussy gripping my dick even tighter she completely wrapped her legs around me, so that she was completely off the ground and in my arms pressed against the alley wall.

I could feel the come gathering in my balls, and I fucked her harder until she came letting out a long loud moan as her pussy gripped my shaft so tightly! That was all I could take, and I came with her, pumping my thick load of semen deep inside her pussy. It was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had, as I pumped load after load of semen inside her.

Finally our breathing slowed down, but we were still holding onto each other tightly. Our bodies shaking together.

After a while we let go of each other, and she was able to stand on her own again while she straightened her skirt and top out. I pushed my still hard dick back into my pants, and she simply slipped her panties back into place.

We walked out of the alley, hand in hand, and she looked up into my face and said “So…we going back to your place?”

It was going to be a long night. And I couldn’t fucking wait!

To be continued…

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Collecting her dressing table chair, Casi put the seat in front of her so that she could rest her hands on it later, but for now she smiled wickedly and sat down facing the large erection. Opening the other cupboard door afforded her with a view of what she was doing from a side on perspective as well as head on. “Time for a little lubrication me thinks.” Casi giggled to herself and opening her mouth wide, sucked the head of the cock in. Running her tongue around the glans as if this was a real cock, before inching slowly forwards. Though she had not done this before, she knew she could manage to swallow this cock quite easily, as it was not too dissimilar in size to Alex’s.

It wasn’t long before she had deep-throated the whole shaft and found that one of her hands had already slipped back into her juice laden vaginal lips and was rubbing her clit vigorously. She needed this beast inside her before she made a real mess of her chair. Getting up and turning around, she could see that she was already a little too late on that one. A wet patch lightly glistening in the morning light bore evidence to her copious sex juices. Casi tutted but was too turned on to worry about that now. She reversed up, putting one hand on the chair to steady herself. The other slipped back between her legs and into her swollen, dripping labia.

As her fingers brushed her clitoris, her legs almost folded. She parted her fingers, splaying her lips and looking back at her reflection, she reversed back onto the head of the cock, her wet valley now parted wide and ready to accept it. As the large bulbous head contacted her vulva at exactly the right place she moaned at her own reflection, “Oooohhh my God…”

Casi pushed her lovely firm pear-shaped arse, back further and felt the silken head on her fingers, “OOOOOhhhhhmyGodddd, ohh, owww yes baby, ugh, ugh. You know what I need so give it to me. I want your entire throbbing, hard length inside me. Yes, baby, yes, oooohhh please, stick it in me now!” Casi moaned as she watched the entire penetration in the mirrors, inching the head of the cock into her tight vagina. Her vaginal muscles accepted it in and grasped upon it as though in a feeding frenzy, having not been fed for weeks. Casi had engulfed the entire eight inches uttering more expletives. “Fuck, oh fuck yeah! Oooohh yes, ohh, ohh, oh fuck me please! Oooooh AleXX, I need your cock inside me now.”

It Ataşehir Escort was at that point that Alex arrived at the walk-in wardrobe door and witnessed the display his wife was giving herself. His first thought was, ‘thank God there is not another man in here’, the second was one of disbelief. He had never seen his wife masturbating as she was now, and didn’t even know that they had a big black dildo? Casi’s unadulterated lust however, dispensed with his small amount of anger, for now at least and as he watched his wife impale herself again and again, his cock began to return to the vigour that it was in when he entered the house.

He continued to watch the wet cock slipping in and out of his wife as she bore hard down upon it. So busy staring at herself fucking in the mirror was she, that she had not noticed Alex standing there. Her noises of sexual gratification had certainly drowned out any noise that he made in his arrival. She continued with the verbalisation of her lust, “Yeah fuck me, fuck me with your big fat, hard cock. I’ve been holding on for weeks now I need to feel a cock inside me!”

Alex’s cock was now back to full strength and bobbed upwards towards his waist. Witnessing his wife getting fucked from behind by a big black cock was a surprising turn on for him. “Oooohh, uuummmm,” Casi whimpered with each thrust onto the cock and each slow withdrawal from it. Alex realised he could not miss this opportunity and silently nipped back downstairs, returning with his phone. He set it to video and started to film his wife’s sexual antics. The air was full of sexual squelching sounds as Casi’s juices, copiously in full flow, dribbled from her pussy down her legs into the stocking tops. Some juice just dripped from her lips to the floor.

Casi now had her eyes shut and was biting on her bottom lip, so Alex moved in closer to get an angled shot from above her bum, as if he were watching himself fucking her. Then he ran his hand round beneath her and filmed the copulation from there for a minute, trying very hard not to touch his thrusting wife, but also trying to get as close to the penetration as possible. As he filmed a dribble of her juices dropped onto his phone and fingers. He finally took video of his wife’s screwing in the mirror so that he got her in double. ‘Doubled fucked’, was the title that sprang to mind for this little home-made porno. Acıbadem Escort He knew what he was doing was wrong without Casi’s consent, but he had already stepped over that mark with another video? Besides he could not miss out on this thoroughly raunchy display that Casi was putting on for them both, albeit she didn’t know he was there.

Casi’s rhythmic trusts seemed a little more urgent now, her panting, heaving breasts, swung beneath her body, backwards and forwards with her motion. “Oh God Alex,” she moaned, “Touch me right there, make me come please!” Alex thought the game was up and she was speaking directly to him, but realised his mistake immediately as Casi’s hand slipped between her parted legs and started to fondle her clitoris with a wet smacking sound. “Yes Alex, yes, right there, ooohhh you certainly know where to touch me. I love to feel you in me fucking me from behind.” Her thrusting enhanced her panting as she neared her orgasm. “Ooohh, mummmm, huh, huh, oh fuck… Yes Alex, yes, I’m coming, uuggghhhh awwww yes…” Alex knew the signs of Casi’s orgasms well. Her legs went into spasm and she nearly collapsed over the chair, her breathing sharp ragged intakes of breath as she succumbed to her climax. “Uuummmm, that was… oh my God Alex, what are you doing back?”

Casi stood up, but remained impaled on the rubber cock. Her breasts and body were covered in sweat, or her juices. Her nipples were the largest he had ever seen them. It was evident that both had been caught in the act; him filming her, her masturbating in a way that somehow was not a solo activity? “You, er, you were filming me?”

“Well,” he said, “After your texting and the video you sent me, I thought that I needed to come home and perform a few husbandly duties, that to be fair I have been slacking on for the last few weeks. But it seems that that is no-longer necessary?”

“Video I sent? I don’t understand?” Casi looked a little confused, but then her body was still recovering from one of the most intense solo orgasms she had had for a while. Admittedly she was fantasising about her husband screwing her, but it was still masturbation however you wanted to label it. Alex turned his phone around and played the video. “Oh, that video, I… I didn’t realise I’d sent it.”

“No,” Alex replied, “I’m not surprised, as you seemed a little pre-occupied at the time!” Casi began to İstanbul Escort blush. She felt more than a little guilty about being caught masturbating. It was a subject that they hadn’t really discussed between them, and although each other assumed that they did masturbate, it had been something that was somewhat kept behind closed doors. It was out in the open now! Certainly, for her part.

“I’m sorry Alex, but I was getting desperate, besides,” Casi pointed at Alex’s cock which was straining at the bit, “He seems to have enjoyed my little er… display?”

“I’m not saying we didn’t enjoy it Casi,” Alex looked down at his cock which was bouncing as if seeking attention, “Far from it in fact,” He held up his phone as if bearing witness. “I will enjoy going over this in the editing process. It was just that I, that is to say, we,” he pointed down at Herc, “Had been expecting to… well you know?”

“Fuck me?” Casi asked, with a little hunger returning to her eyes. “You came back to give me a good fucking? Oh God Alex, you don’t know how I need that. Please…”

“But surely you have just satisfied that er… shall we say need? By the looks of your shaking legs and panting, you have just about finished yourself off?”

“OH GOD NO!” Casi replied. “Masturbation with a rubber cock is one thing. Being screwed by your lover with his gorgeous pulsing, long, thick, spurting cock, is something completely different. This has satisfied nothing really other than a quick release, I’m sure you understand that? Oh, come here and give me a shafting with your cock please!”

“Ummm,” Alex replied, suddenly something slipped into his mind. “Yes I need to ask about that rubber cock and where it came from, but for now…I’ll tell you what,” His smile had turned to one of wickedness, “If you really think you are up to some more, then that is what we will do, but it must be on my terms, agreed?”

“Now Alex, what are you planning?”

“AGREED?” Alex raised his voice slightly.

“Yes,” Casi responded, “Yes, of course yes. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to take off those wet stockings, and your suspender belt and I want you to have a shower so that you are nice and fresh. Whist you are doing that, I will lay out some clothes for you to put on. Then I want you to wait in here until I am ready for you, OK?”

“Of course.” Casi responded with a wry smile, “Your wish is my command.” She extricated herself from the rubber dildo with a sigh and a squelch, and as she started to remove her stockings, heard the wardrobe door close. ‘What is he planning?’ she thought to herself as she got into the shower for the second time that morning.

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“How would you like to spend the weekend in the country?” asked Ilsa. “Sylvia and Tom are going up to the summer house, and we’re invited to go along.”

Sylvia was Ilsa’s best friend and Tom was her fiancee. The summer house belonged to Tom’s family. It was located right in the traditional heartland of Calandria—the idyllic ancestral rain forest. It was a part of the country that I hadn’t seen yet but very much wanted to.

I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt a bit intimidated by Sylvia. Perhaps it’s because she is so strikingly beautiful, with shoulder-length black hair and such a piercing intensity. Perhaps it’s because she is so direct in her manner. She often cuts through the standard courtesies with her own kind of shorthand, assuming congeniality without always working hard to maintain it. I always had a hard time knowing where things stood between the two of us. But Ilsa loved her like a sister, and so that is how I’d come to think of her, as an exotic and somewhat eccentric member of the family whom I could abide, and even appreciate, without always having to understand.

“It sounds like fun,” I replied. “Let’s go, do you want to?”

We all rode up together on the Friday morning train. I’d heard about the large swaths of untouched rain forest, but I had no idea how extensive and green they seem when you chug through them for mile after mile. We passed only a few clearings and villages, and finally got off at Tom’s station. We were able to take a jitney to within about half a mile of the summer house, and we had to walk the rest of the way.

The summer house consisted of a roofed kitchen and sitting room with electricity and running water, two semi-detached, thatched bedrooms, and a large, partially covered veranda that looked down the steep hillside toward the river below. It sat in a small clearing surrounded on all sides by the forest. Fuchsia and hibiscus grew in abundance. The furnishings were rustic, but comfortable.

After Tom opened up the house, our first chore was to sweep the veranda and tidy up the clearing. Then Tom and I collected some firewood while Sylvia and Ilsa organized the kitchen and set out lunch. Tom had a few things to attend to in the village that afternoon. We could go along if we wanted. There was also a nice waterfall within hiking distance. I wanted to see the waterfall; Ilsa preferred just to stay at the summer house and relax. We finally decided that Sylvia and I would visit the waterfall, and then later the three of us would join Tom in the village for supper.

After lunch, Tom changed into the local costume of shorts and sandals, gave Sylvia a quick kiss, and headed off. Most people wore shorts or a skirt in town, Sylvia told us, although both men and women usually went bare chested. But out here in the forest the sartorial rules were less rigid. A lot of people still went about as their ancestors had done, without any clothes at all. There was really no need for them. The insects were not harmful and the temperature was almost always comfortable. If it did rain from time to time, you were better off without clothes anyway.

Ilsa took off her top, and Sylvia took off her top and her bottom. She had long legs and neatly trimmed pubic hair. Her breasts were not as large as Ilsa’s, but large enough to droop under their own weight like two ripe gourds. Her areolas were almost as large as the circle of your thumb and finger, and her nipples rose in their centers so gently that they were barely noticeable.

I had seen Sylvia naked before at Ilsa’s. Calandrians are not self conscious about being naked in front of others, and they are used to having others be naked in front of them. But I was only a neophyte in both of these skills, and my nonchalance was usually more affected than natural. I knew I shouldn’t stare, but I found it hard not to peek. When one is conversing with the friend of a friend, who is breathtakingly gorgeous and absolutely nude, where does one direct one’s eyes? With Sylvia I had always been so afraid of committing a faux pas that I bent over backwards to appear disinterested and proper, with the result that I was often curt and standoffish.

But now the two of us were heading up the trail together wearing nothing but sandals. The way back up to the road was narrow, so I led. Then we walked along the road for a while side by side. Even though we didn’t meet another soul, the road felt public and exposed. At least when one is walking it’s not too hard to figure out what to do with one’s eyes. We didn’t say much except to remark every now and then on a particularly majestic tree or a flower that might have gone unnoticed. When I would turn to look at her on those occasions, her nudity registered pleasantly, but only in my peripheral vision.

When the trail split off from the road again, she went first and I followed. This meant that I had her beautiful backside constantly in my view. But there is something different about the backside of a woman Maltepe Escort when she is tromping through the forest than when she is reaching to take down a bowl in someone’s apartment. Perhaps it’s the constant flexing of the haunches, the sure acceptance of weight on the forward foot, the unselfconscious swing of the arms. She seemed more and more like a creature of the forest. She was beautiful, but it was the beauty of proportion in motion, the beauty of the doe, the springbok. Her coloration—her tan pelt and black mane—stood out strikingly against the green background.

She raised her forearm for me to stop. There was a small rodent just off the path with a bright yellow pod in his two front paws. We stood and watched him nibble.

The trail headed constantly upward, crossing and re-crossing a rocky stream. We passed through a thicket of bamboo whose stalks were as big around as your wrist. It was so dense that at twenty paces apart we could only see each other in glimpses. The stalks were bare of leaves until high in the air, and the ground was completely matted with their pale debris, so that the whole world seemed to have turned into a jumbled black and white geometrical pattern.

Finally we reached a steep cliff face, about a hundred feet tall. It was covered with vegetation, like a garden wall, except for one vertical slash of bare rock where water cascaded down from above. The flow was somewhere between a trickle and a torrent and it spread out as it fell into a diffuse shower of individual drops.

“Do you see the little cave about two thirds of the way up?” asked Sylvia, pointing. “We can climb up to it.”

The path went right up the garden wall just to the left of the rocky slash. It was steep and required careful foot placement, but not unmanageable. I wasn’t used to climbing in the nude. We reached a ledge that extended across the rock, behind the waterfall. Up above we could see the water rushing over the edge out into the pure air. We were about sixty feet above the pool. Below us the forest fell away toward the road, and then more gently toward the river, rising again on the other side toward the distant hills.

“The cave is right along the ledge,” said Sylvia. “You go first. Be careful.”

I had to step closely around her, and I couldn’t do it without holding her shoulder and brushing against her thigh. It was, I realized, probably the first time, except for kisses on the cheeks, that we had ever touched each other.

The ledge was wide enough for one person, but the drop was sheer, so I went sideways, keeping both hands on the cliff wall. The cave was really not much more than a niche, directly behind the waterfall. I saw that Sylvia had started along the ledge as well. There wasn’t much room for the two of us.

“You can sit down,” she shouted over the rush of the water. “I’ll have to sit on your lap.”

I saw what she meant. There was a deep step in the niche just wide enough to sit down on. I gingerly turned around. The naked rock was cool and sharp against my bare back and bottom. I took Sylvia’s arm and held it tightly. It was harder for her to turn since I was in the way. I pulled her onto my lap. She pressed against me to center her gravity as far back as possible. I clasped my arms firmly around her waist.

It was exhilarating: the rush of the water just an arm’s length away, the dizzying height, the sheer drop, the sharpness of the rocky seat, the chill of the spray, the weight of her body, the seriousness of my grasp. The cave was in shadow, and that made the sunlit green of the jungle even more brilliant in comparison. A single hawk soared, level with us, about where the road should be.

After a time Sylvia pressed my arm and let herself down off my lap. I again held her arm as she turned in place. Then I eased myself up from the seat and followed her back to the garden wall. She was exhilarated too, and we exchanged a look of shared adventure that could not have been put into words.

***

The way to town lead down from the summer house to a well traveled footpath that wound along the river. We met Tom at the cantina and had a dinner of spicy stew and nettles. The evening promenade was along the paved main road. We exchanged pleasantries with several of Tom’s acquaintances and drank pineapple water from a kiosk. We inspected the boats tied up along the dock. A pleasant breeze blew in from the river. As the twilight began to come on we sauntered back home.

It is an old Calandrian custom that on the first night of a visit, the hostess shares her bed with the male guest, and the host shares his bed with the female guest. Traditionally this rule was followed even by married couples, it being taken for granted that marital vows would be held sacrosanct by all the parties involved. Cohabitation and abstinence are not seen as such odd bedfellows in Calandria as they are in the States. Nowadays married couples usually opt out, but the İstanbul Escort custom is still widely observed by young people, even by fiancees.

Sylvia sat down cross-legged on the mat, and I sat down facing her. The candle cast a warm, flickering glow over her face and her voluptuous breasts.

“The mountain has two caves, you know,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “We saw one of them today. It’s pretty well known. But there is another cave on the other side. It’s harder to find, and you sometimes have to get your feet a little muddy. Some people don’t like it very much. But I’m fond of it, and I like to visit it every once in a while. Do you know the little cave on the other side of the mountain?”

“I’ve seen it,” I said, “but I’ve never gone inside.”

“Would you like to?

“I’d need a guide.”

“Of course,” she smiled. “This is a weekend for caving.”

She had me lay over a bolster. It put my bare bottom up in the air and I felt even more exposed than I had felt on the open road. She fetched some things from the drawer.

“Not every mountain has a front cave, but every mountain has a back cave,” she said. “It’s more democratic in that respect.” She held the cheeks of my bottom apart with one hand, and began to trace her finger gently between them. Then she lightly scratched with her fingernail all around my anus. The area felt contiguous with the rest of me, but also strangely separate. Her touch was very vivid, but disjointed and fractal. This was not a part of my anatomy that was often inspected, let alone fondled, and the sensation gave me a massive hard on.

“The cave is guarded by a grumpy old gnome,” she said, applying some salve to her finger. “He has his job to do, and most of the time he just goes about his business. He is not much used to being disturbed.” She spread the salve around my anus, massaging it around and around. It was not unpleasant. “Hello, Mr. Gnome. Will you let us in today?”

She pushed her well-lubricated finger right into my ass hole. I could feel it slide in, but once it was in it felt much thicker than just a finger. It felt, in fact, very much like something else that I was used to pushing out rather than letting in. “The more you relax, the more Mr. Gnome will relax too.” She slowly moved her finger in and out. It was all I could do to relax, but I eventually found that I could pay attention to the swirling mix of sensations and urges without having to actively participate in them. It truly was like exploring a mysterious and intriguing new world that I had never been to before.

Mr. Gnome must have let down his guard a bit, because Sylvia now introduced a second finger. The urge to eliminate was stronger, but I was still able to hold it at bay, although this meant willfully ignoring lessons and reflexes I had learned all the way back before the dawn of consciousness. One part of me knew that I was leaving myself vulnerable to something foul and shameful, but I put myself completely in Sylvia’s hands. She moved her fingers in and out. The urge hovered on the edge of imperative. A new, warm, tingling arose and spread throughout my groin. Sylvia seemed to have introduced her whole fist. The urge became overpowering. Mr. Gnome got down to business.

“Can you hold it, Hector? No? Then poop it out, Hector, poop it out.”

I did. I gave in. I pooped, right there in front of Sylvia. Like a helpless, incontinent baby. I pooped.

But Sylvia had tricked both me and Mr. Gnome. It was more of a virtual poop. She was able to modulate the profile and the flow, introducing apples, coconuts, watermelons into the mix, then tapering back to sausages, green beans, spaghetti, Once I had started things in motion, Mr. Gnome kept the conveyor belt running, and the tingling just didn’t stop.

Sylvia finally withdrew, and my pucker seemed like it would suck itself inside out. These were feelings I had only ever experienced before in the line of duty, and then only fleetingly and in complete privacy. Now I was wallowing in these feeling right in front of Ilsa’s beautiful best friend, with my balls on display, my ass up in the air, and her hand stuck up it. I didn’t know even how to begin to try to figure out something to say. She ran her clean hand electrifyingly up my spine and tenderly kissed my cheek. For the second time that day she gave me the look of shared adventure.

Sylvia went to clean up, and brought back a wet cloth to clean me as well. I had forgotten that she was naked, and the sight of her full breasts and her downy triangle aroused me more than I thought I could stand. She checked my fingernails to make sure they were not too long. Then she lay down herself over the bolster, exposing to me her very most secret hidden places.

“Be very gentle,” she whispered. “The cave is tender, and the gnome is temperamental. Be sure to use lots of salve.”

Her bottom was smooth and round and as beautiful to touch as it was to look at. I ran Anadolu Yakası Escort my finger along her crack, savoring its depth and its tightness. She reached back to hold her cheeks open for me. I saw that her anus was at the center of a conical crater whose walls were slightly pleated as they tucked down into what was only a tiny, pin-sized hole at the bottom. The ring right around the hole was a little pinker, and the ring around that a little darker than the rest of her skin. Her anus was very close to the opening of her vagina, and the two were connected by a thin noodle of skin that squiggled along her perineum like an extension of her inner lips. It was a captivating landscape.

I could not help but trace my finger along the lightly forested rim of her vagina and dip it briefly inside, but then I focused on the primary objective. I ran my finger along the noodle, and felt it between my thumb and my finger. I circled the walls of the crater with the pad of my finger, spiraling down toward the pin hole. Then I traced each pleated ray back up from the hole with my nail, painstakingly, as if I were enameling a precious miniature.

I dabbed my finger with salve, and spread it generously around her crater. Then I coated my finger again and pressed it down into her opening. It was too tight for the finger to go right in, and I was very careful to be slow and tender. My finger felt very slippery against her bottom. I pressed again, gently, then released. “Let me in, Mr. Gnome,” I said.

“You can push a little harder,” Sylvia whispered.

I re-centered my finger and pushed more steadily. This time I penetrated her tight pucker up to the first phalange. I could feel Mr. Gnome’s warm fist slowly unclenching. I pushed farther and was able to get my finger in deeper. This was definitely new and uncharted territory for me, and I had to rely on my sense of touch to try to visualize my surroundings.

Remembering what Sylvia had done to me, I moved my finger slowly in and out, charting the passageway and recording every change and quiver of pressure. When I thought she was loose enough, I salved up my middle finger and tried to work it is as well. Again I went very slowly, step by step, and my patience was again rewarded. I played the fingers in and out and tried to gently spread them, up and down and side to side.

“You can put your penis in next if you want to,” whispered Sylvia. “I think Mr. Gnome is ready for it.”

Just the thought of that made my penis throb even more. It was as solid as a rolling pin, and the head was swollen, flushed, and leaking. I took out my fingers and applied salve all over the head and all up and down the shaft. When I brought it up to Sylvia, her little hole was no bigger than my pee hole. It seemed ludicrous to think that my big cock would fit in there.

“It’s too big,” I said softly.

“You have to push. Not too hard. It’s kind of like fishing. You just have to be patient. Mr. Gnome will let you in eventually.”

I did as she said. I felt as if I was leaning against a soft but solid wall. But I kept up a steady pressure. Eventually I began to sink in, as if into viscous bread dough. I pressed on until the whole head was jammed into the dough. Then, all of a sudden, I sunk in up to mid shaft. The hole was tight, but not excruciating, and I could feel its grasp all along the shaft and head. I tried to push in further.

“I think we need more salve,” said Sylvia. “Let me push you out.” I could feel her bearing down, and then the deep exhilarating massage as Mr. Gnome excreted me. I put more salve on her butt, and more on my cock. This time it did not take as long for me to get in. The fit was tight, but slippery, and I could push in all the way until my balls clonked against her pussy.

“Now if you move it in and out, you can make us both cum,” she said.

It was not so much a matter of thrusting as of squeezing further in, and dragging further out. I could feel the head of my penis pulsing and its girth pushing back against the tightness of the walls. Sylvia let go of her cheeks and brought her hands down to fondle her breasts. I slid my clean hand between her legs and massaged her vulva.

The friction and the tightness of her butt brought on a thrumming tingle that soon escalated into the first strains of climax. I slowed down to give Sylvia more time, but it felt just too good. “I’m cumming.” The tingling blossomed into an intense, velvety, basso-profundo chord, accompanied by an overwhelming peristaltic spasm that drained an ache from my balls that I hadn’t even realized was there. Sylvia bore down. My cock was still hard and I pushed back against her, keeping her in a state of suspension until she came as well.

We went quietly to the bathroom to pee and wash up. Back in the room, Sylvia blew out the candle. We lay on our sides, facing each other. I put my arms around her and pulled her into a close embrace. I could feel her large warm breasts against my chest and her smooth thighs against my still semi-erect penis. She hugged me back. I still felt vivid reverberations, fore and aft, and I presumed that she did too. It was a warm night, and we relaxed our embrace. But it was a narrow bed, and we were not able to move too far apart.

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“Want one more scoop of ice cream, Sheela Darling?” Rohith asked his wife, rising from the chair next to hers and walking to the table in the room where the room service had served them a lavish dinner.

“Yes Dear, you know I like ice cream,” Sheela said with a giggle.

It was only an hour after that same evening after Sheela and her hubby Rohith had sensual bath in their room

“I want to make love to you again, you know,” Rohith said, handing his wife her second ice cream.

“It was just an hour, ago darling,” Sheela said with a coy smile.

“Sure. But for horny people like you and me, an hour is a long time!”

Rohith laughed, settling into his chair again, his eyes sweeping over his wife’s gorgeous, sexy body.

When they finished their dinner, Rohith rose and, giving his wife his hand, he silently led her to the plush bed where he pulled her down beside him. He leaned forward and lightly kissed her. His tongue flicked out against her lips, parting them, and then moving into her mouth.

“Yeah, baby, I really love you,” Rohith said when he broke the kiss.

His arms closed around her, drawing her closely against his hairy chest, which was naked, with Rohith wearing only a brief.

“Mmmmm, quit talking … kiss me again,” she murmured as her tongue licked his lips gently but firmly. She snuggled closer to him, her big tits under the flimsy nightgown pressing against him. He could feel her stiffening nipples poking into his chest and the lewd sensation excited him beyond belief. His lips moved from her mouth and softly pressed against her neck. Shivers of lust trembled through her body and she moaned in response. His mouth once again covered hers and his hands moved to her big tits. He continued squeezing the pulsing tit-mounds through the nightgown, before removing the straps of the nightgown and exposing the beautiful big breasts.

“Gorgeous tits … such gorgeous tits,” he muttered, his eyes widening with excitement. His fingers kneaded and stroked the throbbing tit-flesh as Sheela writhed and moaned beneath her husband’s touch. Her nipple fattened under the man’s exploring fingertips. Her tits felt swollen and big, at least twice their normal size. She glanced down and moaned again, the sight of her husband squeezing her tits arousing her almost as much as his expert touches. Rohith leaned over and lightly kissed the rubbery bud of one of her nips.

“Ohhhhh, nice,” she moaned.

Then his lips closed around her nipple. His tongue flicked out and twirled around the stiffened bud. He groaned with pleasure relishing the aroma of his wife’s tits. Hot flames of lust shot through her body from her tits to her pussy as her husband continued to suck her tits, moving his hot, wet mouth from one tit to the other.

“Ohhhhh, that feels sooo good, darling, suck me harder!” Sheela groaned, reaching behind his head and pulling him down, forcing him to accept even more of her tit-flesh into his mouth. He responded willingly and hungrily, gobbling up as much of the tasty tit-flesh as possible. At the same time, his hands moved down her sides. His finger slipped under the top of her lacy panty and she lifted her hips a bit, helping him slide them down. Now she was completely naked.

He released her tits from his mouth moments later and pulled back slightly from her to get a good look at her gorgeous body. His eyes drifted over her full-size tits to the shaved pussy. She grinned up at him and spread her thighs lewdly, allowing her husband a full view of her cunt.

“God, but you’re beautiful as an *apsaras*!” he groaned as he quickly peeled his briefs off. His cock, hard and rigid, jutted out from his crotch Ataşehir Escort like a flagpole. He watched his wife’s gaze drop down to his prick and he grinned with delight as he saw her eyes widen and her nostrils flare with excitement.

“And you are so handsome, Darling!” Sheela gasped, her eyes still fixed on her husband’s cock. I want that, she thought to herself as she continued to stare at the thick stalk of the man’s cock. I want to take every delicious inch of that gorgeous cock into my little pussy!

They fell back onto the bed and once more they kissed. Rohith’s tongue drove into her mouth hard this time with a sense of urgency. She responded with a soft moan, her own tongue circling his as it drove toward the depths of her throat. Her hands moved over his chest, tugging at the little hairs that curled there.

The light from the overhead chandelier reflected on her big globes. Rohith loved Sheela’s big tits which were untouched by any man. He lowered his mouth to the soft warmth of her boobs and fastened his lips to one puckered nipple. Sheela sighed and held his head in her hands as he rolled the stiffened bud around his mouth.

“Oh, darling, you’re making me so horny and hot again.” She squeezed her thighs together. Rohith passionately licked her lust stiffened tit, and bolts of pleasure rocked her senses as he tongued the underside, of her boobs. She moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair as she drew his mouth more firmly against her tit flesh. She wriggled her ass on the big cushion mattress.

“Then I should make you cold and sweet, Honey “.Rohith said

Just watching his hot young large bosomed wife turned him on. Rohith was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young bride. Her firm, silky body was an entrancing combination of swelling breasts and thighs, and he gaped at the velvet-like, smoothly shaven honey-covered pussy that she was exploring gently with her fingers now, the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin, pink, full length shaven cavity of her openly spread cunt caused his mouth to water, and his tongue flicked over his lips in keen anticipation as he watched the glassy expression in her eyes.

He paused and took a bowl from the bed side table which contained chocolate ice cream and syrup. He scooped some of it out and plastered the young wife’s breasts and nipples with cold ice cream and the syrup. Sheela gasped and cried out as cold tongues of lust licked at her nipples. Her breasts felt enormously hard and heavy and swollen. Her aureoles and nipples on her breasts were sticky with the ice cream and chocolate syrup he had poured over them. Bending over her Rohith kissed her mouth hard, thrusting his tongue in and out. She moaned and writhed under him, sucking his tongue eagerly. He bent his head to her breasts and she cried out thickly as his heavy tongue rolled over one breast, then the other licking the ice cream coated breasts. She felt her breasts would burst, her nipples snap off. He worked them insistently under his lips and teeth, sucking, nibbling, and whipping the hard nipples with his tongue.

“Oh god Rohith oh god,” she whimpered.

“Oh ma uhhhh OHHHHH uhh Oh Rohith! Uhhhh OHHHH!” Sheela gasped.

He crushed her swollen breasts together and sucked them simultaneously, nibbling at her stiff nipples. Her body arched and she cried out thinly, writhing and lurching under him. Flames of pleasure licked at her breast-tips and cunt. Her hips heaved and gyrated wildly under his body. Slowly, he slid a hand down her slit and her body whipped back.

“OHHHHHHHHH uhhhh yes uhhhh yes!” she cried.

She arched, her hips quivering and shuddering, Kadıköy Escort her cunt streaming her juice copiously now.

“Oh, Rohith, that’s so good, darling,” Sheela shuddered at the warmth of his mouth on her tits and his fingers on her snatch. She watched his strong fingers manipulate her cuntlips. She loved having his fingers on her hot little pussy. Stick your finger inside me, Rohith, she told herself. Please, stick your finger inside me! He didn’t stick a finger inside her, but he rubbed her clit at intervals and the overheated young wife sighed.

“Keep rubbing there,” she said. “I love it when you touch me like that.” She moaned helplessly when he swirled his tongue over her tit. He inserted one finger inside her pussy and forced one more inside her tight cunt. His fingers made squishing sounds in her juice-soaked pussy. They slipped around and she was embarrassed at the sound her sweet little pussy is making. She couldn’t help lubricating a lot

Rohith continued sucking and licking her cherry-tipped boobs. He tangled his fingers in her cunt and extended his thumb into her ass-crack. He rubbed his thumb over her ass hole, and she trembled and tried to push his finger away.

“OHHHHHHHHH!” she cried.

Sheela closed her eyes, spread her legs wider still. Rohith smiled naughtily down at her luscious naked form as he got out of the bed and took a jar of honey. He had asked the room service to bring it along with their dinner. Rohith took the honey jar, uncorked it and slowly tipped it over her body from a height. The honey spattered her body, dribbling and trickling over her breasts, down her belly, into her navel, into her crotch, through her cleavage. Sheela gasped. Sheela’s body glistened with the honey. Keeping the half empty honey bottle aside, Rohith began massaging her body with his hands, spreading the honey all over her flesh. It seeped into her flesh, making it tingle and warm, arousing every nerve and fiber. Her cunt dripped with excitement and her breasts felt hot and heavy, the nipples quivering stiffly. As his hands rolled all over her body, she writhed and squirmed, gasping softly.

“Oh god Rohith oh god,” she whimpered.

Rohith again started kissing and sucking her breasts first, and slid lower, dragging his tongue over her round, firm belly, sweeping it through her navel, dipping lower to her crotch. She moaned, biting her lower lip in tension. He parted her cunt-lips with his fingers and slowly dragged his tongue up and down her dripping wet slit. She whimpered in pleasure, her hips grinding eagerly under his face. Rohith paused, took some more of the honey and pasted it on her cunt-lips and the stem of her clitoris, coated the forefingers and thumbs of both hands with honey. Then, bending, he thrust his tongue into her cunt, curving its edges upward and inward to form a pointed, fleshy channel into which he drew the gorged ridge of her clitoris. He whipped it furiously, sucked it, and nibbled on it.

On the bed, Sheela shrieked softly, her mouth tearing open, her head jerking back, her back bowing steeply, her breasts thrust upward, her cunt lurching and shuddering as a series of orgasms crashed over her. Her cunt-juices flooded his mouth and her cunt convulsed frantically. Instantly, he jabbed a finger into her juicy cunt and started finger-fucking her rapidly while his tongue continued to torment her cunt-flesh.

Her orgasms redoubled in intensity and frequency and she moaned ecstatically, her body glistening with honey that, mingling with the ice cream massaged into her flesh, only heightened the exquisite pleasure.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHH … uhhh … OHHHHHHHH … uhhhh … OHHHH Bostancı Escort … uhhhh

OHHHHHHHHHH!” Sheela gasped.

On and on he went, and now he plunged his tongue deep into her cunt while his hands reached up for her breasts. Sheela thrashed uncontrollably on the bed.

At last he paused and raised, his lips glistening with her juices. She moaned deliriously on the bed, still orgasming ceaselessly. He bent over her, squeezing her breasts and kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it eagerly, wantonly. He straightened and, from the honey bottle, took some more honey and coated his cock sheath and cock-head with it. He smeared the shaft with the sweet paste, coating it evenly down its length, getting the cock rock hard, gasping as he smeared it over his protruding cock-head.

Then, when Rohith was finished coating the honey on the hard cock, Sheela took his hand and urged him gently onto the big luxurious bed.

“Now come to me, my darling lover,” Sheela purred softly as her hubby reclined beside her. Slowly she began to explore his tense strong body with her hands, feeling the fully developed muscles as she caressed the secret hollows and crevices of his body form. Her soft lips that had last night nurtured and sucked his cock to lewd ejaculation now clasped hungrily over his mouth and her searching tongue darted lizard-like between his teeth. She lifted her satiny white thighs over his potent hip, pressing her pubic mound tightly against him with a provocative undulating motion. Then greedily she pressed herself against him until the length of his insistent rock hard cock was prodding up against the clean shaven mound of her pussy. She looked down and in a naughty mood, caught Rohith’s prick in her hand and jerked for a minute. She felt the juice at the tip of his cock wet her hand and, she rubbed it into his spongy cockhead.

Sheela sighed deeply, squirming and holding even tighter against the hotly breathing hubby until the gleaming blood-swollen head of his cock was twitching right up against the passion-drenched lips of her pussy. Delirious with lust, she kissed him again, her tongue snaking into his sweet-tasting mouth as her hand caressed his back and naked buttocks to draw him even closer against her.

“Oh my darling Rohith … my sweet hubby ,” she gasped breathlessly as her hungry pelvis began to swivel against him in a prematurely abandoned fucking motion. She wriggled up on the bed until his lust-bloated cock lurched uncontrollably into even greater pressure with the flushed entrance of her vagina. “I hope I can make you so happy, Darling. This night I’m going to do whatever you demand … honey.”

Rohith blinked, too aroused to comprehend what she was saying. “Oh yessss,” he pleaded, barely able to even speak in the rising torment of his almost unquenchable need.

Yes, she thought deliriously to herself. Yes, this was ecstasy. Feasting her eyes hungrily on the up-thrust and stiffened cock that speared outward from the sprinkling of his dark pubic hair, she also noticed with delight the crinkled sac of his virile balls that lay softly between his legs. Sheela felt his balls. The smallish eggs moved aside in their slick bag. She probed more, found the secret tube that coursed out of the depths of his body and up the underside of his cockshaft. His prick was shiny and she jacked the skin slowly, watching the cockhead pump fuller with blood.

God, she felt so evil, so vile, like some sort of carnivorous woman who preyed on the flesh of the innocent. She clawed at his chest and bent to kiss his chest, taunting the hard nipples of his well developed torso with her flicking tongue tip. Then, her lips never leaving his skin, she pushed him down to lie prone on the big comfortable bed, dropping to her knees beside him and trailing her slavering tongue lower on his body, down over his shuddering belly to dart it teasingly into the hole of his navel.

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We decided to record Janaki’s husbands’ relationship with his colleague. This would help in getting mutual divorce very quickly. We spoke over phone about this and made a plan. His name was X. X was also a Brahmin like Janaki. Though he was Brahmin, still he had physical relationship with another woman who worked with him in his office and that lady was not a Brahmin. Her name was Y. So we set the plan over a period of one month. We decided not to make love until her husband’s relationship is recorded. Both of us wanted to make love, but postponing the love making would ignite the fire in us to make evidence for the divorce. We planned such a way that Janaki told her husband that she was going to Kerala for two days to attend the wedding of her friend’s brother and then visit her relatives in Chennai. She would go on Friday morning and return only by Monday early morning. We expected Mr X to have physical relationship with Mrs Y at their home.

We set up camera that runs on battery. The whole house was under surveillance including bedroom and living room. Also motion sensor cameras were installed in bedroom and living room to take pictures. Having set all these Janaki set out to Kerala to attend her friend’s brother marriage and then went to Chennai to meet her relatives. She would constantly call me to inform me about her journey status and would say that she loved me.

She returned back on Monday morning. She said to her husband that she was tired and that she was on leave to her office. As soon as her husband left, she removed all camera by herself. We learned how to set and remove camera from internet. That paid off. She called Ümraniye Escort me after sometime and said “Mission accomplished.” I went to srirangam and in disguise went to her home and collected the camera and left immediately. After returning from office at night, I turned my laptop on and connected the camera to the laptop. I copied all videos from the camera and started going through them.

Mrs Y came to Mr X home at Saturday night. She was wearing a green salwar She was actually very beautiful. Now I understood why Mr X had an affair with Mrs. Y. She was lean by healthy. She was milky white. She had long hair that hung down till her thighs. She had big boobs though she was lean. They were very curvy. Her whole body was well carved and curved. She had average shoulder breadth. Her first curves expanded out through her boobs. Her carved caved in on her hips. Further her curves expanded out through her butts and then in contracted down her thighs. Her eyes were sharp and lined with colors. She had cute smile. No doubt she was very beautiful and prettier than Janaki. There was no doubt why Mr X cheated Janaki.

All these while Janaki never said how Mrs Y looked. I thought how one woman will complement another woman? Mrs Y was something like South Indian actress Kajal Agarwal. I had an instant erection and my heart began beating faster seeing her. Mr X cant be faulted. Any man would lose control seeing such a gorgeous woman.

As I watched the video, X and Y entered the house. She had bought food parcel and some soft drinks or may be wine. They had food first in the dining room. Then they drank wine and were talking İstanbul Escort for very long time. She came at around 9pm and they talked till around 11.30pm. At around 12 pm they went to bedroom.

They did undressed as soon as they entered. It was a marvelous sight. She was indeed a sex bomb. Her big juicy melon hung on her breast. As she walked towards the bed, it was swaying left and right like leaf swaying in the wind. That sight itself will give sexual peak for many. My penis started leaking wet by seeing this itself. She sat on the bed while X was lying on his back. She gave him a handsome hand job to start with. I was expecting a blow job and boobs job from her. But nothing of that sort happened. As soon as this was over, she started lying down near him and he got up. I was excited to see him sucking and licking her boobs and vagina. Instead he got up, wore a condom and used lubricant oil on her vagina. He inserted his penis directly into her vagina in missionary position. He was on top of her. He gave few thrusts into her vagina and she was blowing air out of her mouth. After few strikes into her vagina, he felt tired. Now she got over him in cowgirl style and was striking into his penis. Her big boobs bounced and she was holding hands behind her head. I felt that Mr X was really lucky to have sexual relationship with her. I almost cummed seeing her having sex with X. She stopped after a while and changed the direction. Now it was reverse cow girl style. Seeing his penis going in and out of her vagina and her ass bouncing, he was excited and I was more excited. After a few stroke she had her orgasms. Then she Anadolu Yakası Escort got up and gave him a hand job till he reached his climax.

Although it was nice and even superb, what I noted and understood from their relationship was that Mrs Y must have approached Mr X for sexual relationship. She seems to be dominating in sex. Janaki must have not been satisfied by her husband Mr.X as he is not that active on bed. Moreover he doesn’t lick and suck boobs and vagina. Foreplay is very important during sex. It turns one’s partner from passive to active sex partner. Also he uses condom due to which Janaki seems to be not satisfied.

I didn’t delve much on the video. I loved Janaki for many years. Now she too loves me. We decided to get married and wished to stay true to her and marry her. So collected all evidence and informed Janaki that all is good and we can proceed to file the divorce case. She placed evidence before Mr. X and demanded speedy mutual divorce. Mr X finally agreed for divorce. He signed the paper and now divorce was filed before the family court. It was almost two and a half months since me and janaki made love. We were mad on each other that we couldn’t resist. We moved from lust and sex to love making. That showed the depth of our relationship and love.

Once the case was filed before the family court, she called me and informed me. She said thanks many times.

I said that I didn’t want her thanks.

She asked me what else she wanted.

I said I wanted her and her alone.

She asked me what my next wish was.

I said that I will tell her, but she must agree to it.

She didn’t think even for a second because of her trust on me.

She asked me to make the wish.

I said that I wanted to make love with her in open air on full moon day and see stars and moon during our private moments.

There was a silence from her side.

TO be continued.

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The storm rages all around, lightning flashes threw the drawn curtains while the thunder seems to shake the very earth. With a thundering crash it takes her apartment’s power as it’s first victim. With her power out she lights a candle and sits restlessly in the candlelight listening to the unsettling noises. How could everything seem so different? It’s just the wind howling, blowing branches against the building. Stop being such a baby, you’re a grown woman! Wind, thunder and lightning shouldn’t bother you.

She hates feeling so vulnerable but she’s never been alone before. There’s always been a man around: her father when she was young, and her husband when she left home. But now she felt vulnerable and so very unsure of herself. I’m an adult! She thought. I can do this. I don’t need him to get through the night. Besides I was the one who asked him leave. Anxiously she sits on the sofa with her knees to her chest clutching a pillow tightly, rocking herself back and forth while waiting for the tempest to pass. Each time exhaustion takes over she is jarred back by yet another unnerving sound.

Jared awake by a noise, she groggily opens her eyes. This time the sound was not wind or branches, it was slow heavy footsteps inside the apartment. She sits up nervously and backs into the corner of her couch. My god, who is in my apartment? The candle burned out while she dozed and she can hardly see more then shadows on the wall. Sitting motionless, she listens intently, terrified of whom may be there. The sound is gone and she figures her mind is playing tricks on her. Reaching for her lighter, she knocks a glass over and it clangs across the table as it rolls off and lands softly on the carpet. Startled she jumps back then quietly begins to laugh at herself for scaring so easily. Suddenly she hears the footsteps again, slowly growing louder. Quickly halting her laughter, she listens as the steps grow closer to her. Fear swells up within her, terror so intense she can’t move. Soon a tall, masculine figure appears in front of her, cloaked mostly in the shadows. Paralyzed by fear she sits, quietly waiting for the unknown.

The figure walks slowly towards her, stops by the table picks up the glass, and places it back on the table. Who is he? Can he see me? It’s so dark in here, how can he see anything? How did he see the glass? She tries to move but feels cemented in place. He sits next to her on the sofa and with a soft voice, whispers to her not to be afraid. Oddly İstanbul Escort she’s calmed by his voice yet still afraid to speak. He leans back on the couch, reaches over and with soft fingertips lightly brushes up and down her arm. She leans towards him slightly, still hesitant but also feeling strangely comfortable with him. What is wrong with me? I don’t recognize his voice yet I’m not so afraid. His touch is so soft, so relaxing and so comfortable. What is it that’s so familiar about him? Is it his cologne, I know I know that scent I just can’t place it. Struggling inside her mind. Should I scream, run, actually talk to him?

Deciding to talk she begins to ask him who he is when he brings a gentle finger to her lips, quieting her. Leaning over, he presses his strong lips to hers. She’s taken back by his gentleness. Her arms wrap around his neck and her eyes close as his tongue slowly probes her mouth. Her tongue begins to wrestle playfully with his as she begins to give into a slowly building passion. Thunder claps loudly and she jumps back breaking the kiss. A flash of lightning partially illuminates the room so that she can see more of his figure but still not his face. Thoughts run ramped through her mind. Who is he? Why is he here? Why am I not scared of him? Why did I kiss him? He takes her arms and tenderly guides her body so that she leans against him. Silently he caresses her arms, shoulders, then neck and runs his fingers through her long, soft hair. Unsure of what to do or say she sits there enjoying the calming feel of his touch. They sit without a word for what seems to her like an eternity until he lifts her chin and again kisses her softly.

As the kiss grows in intensity he slides her sideways up onto his lap. Instinctively she wraps her arms around him, as their tongues seem to dance in each other’s hot mouths. Still locked in a deep kiss, their passion builds and he holds her tightly to him, her nails clawing lightly at the back of his shirt. Through his shirt she can feel his broad shoulders, unyielding muscles and an enticing bulge pressing against her ass. As their lips part he caresses her cheek then nips at her shoulder while his hands run up and down her sides. She moans lightly under her breath. This stranger’s touch – so sensitive, caring, warm and inviting, who is he? Why? How does he know what I want, what I need? Hearing her moans he quickly pulls her nightgown over her head leaving her in just her panties. Anadolu Yakası Escort In turn she pulls his shirt off of him and again their lips touch as their bare chests press against each other. When she feels his flesh warming hers all of her questions disappear into the stormy night. All she knows now is that she is filled with passion and desire for him. He runs his hands up and down her bare back as they continue the passionate embrace. He tilts her head closer and starts to bite lightly on her neck and shoulders. Overcome with lust she whispers over the howling wind; I want you.

As the thunder clapped loudly he pushes her down on the couch, pulling her panties from her body. She squints, trying to see his face though only able to see a shadowy figure kick off shoes and lower his pants and briefs. He lays naked on top of her, kissing her breasts, rubbing his hot skin against hers. While he teasing her nipples with his tongue, she claws at his back wanting to feel his strength inside her. He kisses down her stomach then down one leg, grabbing his shoulders she try’s to pull him back up towards her. Sturdy hands spread her legs as he kisses her inner thighs, driving her crazy with lust. She grabs at him again almost with enough strength to pull him up. Knowing she would succeed next time, he quickly thrusts his tongue into her, flicking it quickly inside her. Her arms drop from his shoulders grabbing at the cushions around her as she moans in pleasure while his motions go from fast to slow and back again.

Her body shows signs of her impending climax as she tenses and her hips buck towards him, he stops and drags his naked form slowly up her body, kissing around her body as he moves. As he reaches her lips and begins to kiss her he swiftly lunges his thick hard cock into the deepest recesses of her sex. She screams out in pleasure as he pumps quickly into her over and over again. What am I doing? Oh but he feels so good. Why? I shouldn’t but I want it so. Her mind clouds with passion, lust and desire as she gives completely into her unknown lover. Her nails dig deeply into his back and she pulls him tight to her, sinking her teeth lightly into his neck. Moaning wildly between bites as their hips move rhythmically together, his pace slows and with it her moans. After a brief moment he again thrust deep and fast. Her breathing becomes ragged, her moans, whimpers and groans intensify as they escape her lips. Again he brings her to the Kartal Escort edge of an fiery climax only to stop deep inside of her. Her hips try to buck against him, her body wanting the release so close at hand. A faint whisper of Pleeeeasssse escapes her lips.

He holds her tight to his body, after a moment her struggling hips stop and her heartbeat slow. The sound of the rain pounding on the windowsill and her heavy breaths is all that can be heard. Again he begins to move his still rock solid cock in and out of her, though slowly at first as if to be sure that it will take time to build her back to the peak. He nibbles at her neck and chest as he circles his pelvis, grinding himself deep into her. Leaning in he kisses her as he begins to drive faster into her. She claws at him ravenously; she wants so badly to feel the release. He continues to move in and out of her evening off the pace so that he’s not too fast or too slow. He brings his arms under her, stops pushing into her and lifts her up so that he is kneeling back and she is sitting on his lap.

Now that she has the control she begins to rock back and forth on top of him. The thunder and lightning clash again as she greedily moves faster and faster, leaning further with each rock. He holds onto the couch cushions as she guides his movements. Their speed increases and she bends backward supporting her self with the arm of the couch. Her body jerking up and down faster and faster, his moans mixed with hers to break the silence of the night. As her orgasm hits he pulls her back into a sitting position, impaling her – his one arm around her back and the other on her buttocks helping to lift her over and over again. His groans are drowned out by her screams as she escalates to that overwhelming feeling of gratification. As her screams turn to whimpers he pushes her onto her back and begins to thrust himself as deep as he can. Wanting to feel his seed, she grinds herself to him, milking him for all he’s worth. As ecstasy sweeps through his body, he pulls himself out of her completing his climax on her stomach.

The sound of the again softening rain fills the room as he quietly stands and dresses, pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes her stomach. He gathers her clothes, slowly dresses her and without a word sits back next to her. Still unable to see his face she begins to stand. He takes her arm stopping her and softly whispers for her to just lie and relax. With a finger he quiets her protest then caresses her gently, stroking her hair and arms until she falls asleep. When she wakes in the morning she finds herself alone, her panties drenched with her own wetness yet not a trace that he had ever been there. It, he was so real. Could it really have been only a dream?

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Okay, my babies, here is Chapter 2. We’re picking up the tempo now. Hope you are enjoying it.

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*****

SECOND MOVEMENT

[A section of a musical composition in which the progression of the piece continues to unfold…]

Jake paced around his swank hotel room, unable to sit still. It was easier when Frankie was just a distant fantasy – an idealized prototype of the woman he always wanted. Perfect and unattainable. That’s what he was used to.

But now, they were in the same city. And in less than an hour, he was going to be in the same room with her. He was going to actually talk with her for the first time in over ten years. He ran his fingers through his hair, unknowingly disheveling it quite fashionably.

Mint from his toothpaste made the inside of his mouth tingle. Through the leather soles of his boots and all the way through his fine-gauge knit socks, he could perceive the knap of the rug as he walked. The cool cotton of his untucked navy dress shirt felt smooth on his skin – like his senses were overly-sharp. Pressing his palm to his hard, flat stomach, Jake wondered if he should try to eat something, and then immediately dismissed the idea. He was too nervous.

He allowed his mind to wander back to the last time he’d seen her in person. Her graduation from college, three years ago. No one he knew had seen him, he’d made sure of that. But he had to be there – he had to see her accept her diploma. Arranging the scholarship had not been easy – but it was something he could do for her. After his lawyer set up the endowment, it was a simple matter of establishing eligibility criteria that fit Frankie’s situation – a female voice major, from the Massachusetts region, who had raw talent and great financial need.

He still remembered his lawyer’s comical expression when Jake decided to give four-year grants not only to Frankie but also to three other need-based music students who fit the criteria. Hell, it was a good idea and he was sure that it would be a good thing to do. A little nod to karma.

He remembered the bright sunshine of that June day in Boston. He sat far in the back of the audience, hiding behind Aviator sunglasses and a Red Sox baseball cap. Frankie practically glided when she walked. The sun turned her silky hair to white gold. The bell-sleeved gowns worn by all of the graduates seemed to billow mythically on her as she received her diploma and flipped the tassel to the other side of her cap. She glanced back over the crowd, a dazzling smile on her face, until she picked out her family. Frankie’s brothers were making ridiculous hooting sounds, and she laughed, tipping her head back, one graceful hand holding the cap in place. Jake felt dizzy just watching her.

How he’d wished that she’d remembered his letter and had chosen him – that she’d called him after turning eighteen, as he’d hoped. But Frankie had moved on, and he respected that. It didn’t mean that he stopped loving her. He promised to be there for her, so he was – whether she knew it or not. He’d have happily given her more than money, if she’d let him.

Jake was jerked back to the present when his phone chirped. His car was downstairs. He snatched up his smart, pinstriped jacket and shrugged into it, surveilling himself in the mirror one last time. He felt pale under his L.A. tan, but he mentally shrugged – this would have to do. His jeans were genuinely old and distressed, which made them look expensive. He didn’t really know how people dressed for jazz clubs in the lower east side, but he thought this would probably allow him to blend.

Slipping the key to his suite into his pocket alongside his phone, he headed to the elevators. It was all he could do to stop himself from running.

The back of the SUV was cool and quiet, and his driver was mercifully silent as they made their way across town. Lost in his memories, Jake was stunned to suddenly feel the vehicle pull to a stop outside of Strange Fruit. She was somewhere inside.

As the driver jumped out to walk around and open his door, Jake practiced his deep breathing trick. He had to calm down. She was a human being, after all, like everyone else. Maybe she’d be pleased to see him. His manners automatically kicked in, and he thanked his driver politely as he exited. The door to the club was discreet, and the sign was barely noticeable – as if it was an old time speakeasy.

The doorman straightened slightly when he entered, seeing the unmistakable signs of an affluent customer, but Jake never noticed. An attractive young woman with gorgeous coffee-colored skin, a mass of curls and startlingly pale amber eyes flirted with him lightly as she led him to a prime table toward the center of the room. Jake gently asked if he could sit a bit further back from the tiny stage, and without skipping a beat, she pushed back the seat she’d been holding for him, and led him a few tables back.

With a practiced air, she let her arm rest against the back of his seat as she leaned down for his drink order. He could smell her patchouli-based Escort İstanbul cologne. Jake ordered a single malt and a bottle of water, handing over a platinum card as he asked her to keep an open tab.

When the waitress had left, he glanced down at his watch. It was 8:55. He only had to wait five more minutes. Jake suppressed an impatient sigh and adjusted his posture, pushing the small shaded candle on his table a bit further away so it didn’t shine so directly in his line of sight. He decided to kill time thinking about what he would say to her.

‘Hey, there, Frankie. Long time no see…’ Well shit, that was just god-awful.

‘I bet you’re wondering why I’m here…’ Hell no.

‘I can see those Billie Holliday records paid off…’ Not the worst attempt, but still pitiful.

‘You look just the way I always imagined.’ JESUS!! Stalk much? No way.

Jake shook his head a bit, as if trying to clear it. He ran his fingers through his hair again. He really had to get a grip. The cute waitress brought him his Scotch and water. He smiled up at her gratefully.

Without thinking about it he asked: “Should I go ahead and order another one before the show starts?” The only thing betraying the woman’s thoughts was a quickly raised eyebrow, but she recovered immediately and gave him a smooth, professional smile.

“Good idea. We don’t like to create any distractions when my girl is singing. I’ll get that for you right away.” She winked at Jake before she sashayed back toward the bar. The rest of the tables were rapidly filling up, and the room seemed to be almost humming with anticipation.

Jake allowed the whiskey to coat his tongue, letting the burn dissipate, before he took a serious sip. The heat spread down his throat and hit his anxious stomach like a fist. It felt good. Alcohol didn’t usually have much of an effect on him, and he rarely drank very much. But it wouldn’t do to lose control tonight. Jake set down the Scotch and picked up the glass of water, knocking back half in one go.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Frowning, he pulled it out and read the text. It was from Danny.

“ARE YOU SEEING HER TONIGHT?”

Jake typed back a simple “Y. AM AT THE CLUB NOW.”

“LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ASAP. SEE IF YOU CAN GET HER TO COME FOR A TEST.”

Jake laughed a little at the director’s excitement. They’d been over this many times already.

“WE ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS. DON’T WORRY. I AM ON IT. GOTTA GO NOW> SHOW STARTING… TTYL”

Jake put his phone on airplane mode so he would not be disturbed further. As he slipped the phone back in his jacket pocket, the saucy waitress returned with his second drink.

Leaning close to his ear, she said: “This one is on the house, Mr. Garner. We’re big fans of your work.” Jake flushed a little, and leaned back to look at her. She smiled, and it had a slightly deferential look.

Dammit. The credit card. ‘What an idiot I am.’ He thought. He still wasn’t used to being recognized, so he never expected it. But in a music club – well, he should have thought more clearly. If he hadn’t been so distracted…

“Thank you so much. That is very nice of you.” He managed to say back. He could see she was noting his embarrassment. He wondered what she was thinking.

“My pleasure. Let me know if I can get you anything else.” She tilted her head to the side playfully, and winked at him yet again, this time more exaggeratedly.

Somehow, he suddenly knew she was just teasing – though he couldn’t say why. Jake laughed, and felt himself relax for the first time all night. She grinned and laughed with him, seemingly pleased and surprised that he was in on the joke.

“What’s your name?” he asked her. Just like that, she seemed to drop the flirty waitress façade and smiled at him like herself. This smile was genuine and full of wit and confidence.

“I’m Shari. It’s very nice to meet you. I better go – they’re about to come out now. Enjoy the show, Mr. Garner.” She gave his shoulder a friendly little pat before walking away.

Just then, the house lights slowly went down, and the audience – many of whom seemed to be regulars – began to applaud and whistle. The band members came out and bowed elegantly as they took their places. They wore white dinner jackets and black bow ties. In the grainy light of the white spot, against the dark velvet curtain behind them, the retro 1940s authenticity was dramatic. The last man to come out was the piano player, who was apparently also the band leader. The noise from the audience escalated as he appeared, and he waved to a few people as he took a bow, and then held his hands out for the rest of the band. He sat and allowed the applause to die down for a moment. Leaning close to the mic mounted on his baby grand, he said a very short “thank you”. The room went still, and the white spot on the stage dimmed slowly as he intoned:

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present Miss Frankie Rose.” The stage went black. The only light in the club came from the flickering shaded İstanbul Escort Bayan candles on each table.

Jake took another drink from his scotch glass, and closed his eyes as the heat exploded down his throat. ‘Here we go…’ he thought.

***

Frankie waited for the spot to go dark, and she stepped silently into place in front of the microphone stand. The tiny piece of glow-in-the-dark tape on the floor guided her into position.

She breathed out silently, then inhaled, dropping her head forward so her hair fell in front of the left side of her face like a silky curtain. The baby blue spot came on suddenly, silently, and all at once she was illuminated in a single column of light. Frankie could hear a few gasps in the crowd – many of the new comers did that. She loved hearing that, but maintained her poker face.

“Good morning heartache, you old gloomy sight.

Good morning heartache, thought we said goodbye last night.”

Harry on the sax blew a melancholy note. Frankie raised her head

“I turned and tossed, until it seemed you had gone…

But here you are, with the dawn.” She held out one gloved hand in a helpless gesture.

The white spot came back up and the entire band joined in. The crowd cheered again but quickly simmered down. Frankie slid one hand up the microphone stand, and she began to sway her hips from side to side in time with the beat.

“Wish I’d forget you, but you’re here to stay.

It seems I met you, when my love went away.

Now each day I start by saying to you:

Good morning heartache, what’s new?”

As the band played the bridge, Frankie looked out into the darkened room, aglow with dozens of tiny candles. Her eyes automatically sought out the phantom who haunted her dreams day and night. Maybe it was the excitable mood she was in, and maybe it was a trick of the darkness, but tonight she could see him more clearly than ever before.

His face was in shadow. It was always in shadow. But tonight she could perceive the line of his shoulders, the way his muscular arms strained the fabric of his jacket, the way the flickering light created blue highlights in his luxuriant hair. Though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could feel his gaze on her like a caress. It was like always, but also, like never before.

A strange tingling spread across her scalp and moved down her neck. She’d read about this once – it was called “autonomous sensory meridian response” – and it created a sense of euphoria. Frankie liked it. She felt alive and really awake.

“Stop haunting me now…” She ran her hands down the sides of her waist and over the curve of her hips.

“Can’t shake you, no how.” She waved one hand in front of her face, as if trying to brush something away in slow motion.

“Just leave me alone.

I’ve got those Monday blues, straight through Sunday blues…” Frankie slid one hand down the front of her throat, and all the way down the deep v-neck of her dress.

Her phantom Jake leaned forward slightly, his body seemed tense. Funny, this never happened before. She was really getting good at the fantasy mode, she thought.

“Good morning heartache, here we go again.

Good morning heartache, you’re the one who knew me when.

Might as well get used to you… hanging around.

Good morning heartache, sit down.” Frankie swept her open palm to the right, as if inviting heartache to actually sit.

This was the point when the band did a little musical interlude. Frankie glanced over at Chance, giving him a crooked grin. She was still on display so even that glance was choreographed.

She allowed the music to wash over her, closing her eyes and letting her body undulate slowly, hypnotically, as the crescendo built.

Opening her eyes again, a rueful expression on her face, she looked out to her phantom. It was nearly time for her cue. She began to act a little, an anguished frown appeared. Like always, a tiny glimmer of tears showed up of their own accord. This song really got to her.

“Stop haunting me now!

Can’t shake you, no how…

Just leave me alone.

I’ve got those Monday blues, straight through Sunday blues.” Frankie shook her head as if about to burst into tears.

“Good morning heartache, here we go again.

Good morning heartache, you’re the one who knew me when.

Might as well get used to you hanging around…”

The band paused and Frankie deliberately came in half a beat late to create tension. She wrapped her long arms around her body, as if she was cold.

“Good morning heartache…” She drew out the “ache” for eight beats. A tear slid down her cheek, and sparkled like a diamond under the lights. She caught her breathe and audibly sighed. The audience was breathless. There wasn’t a sound in the room. Frankie’s heart pounded in her ears. She allowed her arms to drop limply to her sides, as if defeated.

“Sit down…”

After holding “down” for another eight beats, the band came back in with the big climactic finish. The audience Anadolu Yakası Escort was on its feet and roaring before the music had stopped.

Frankie laughed happily, even though a few tears continued to fall down her face. The standing ovation lasted a while. She bowed elegantly. Chance stood up with a flourish and handed her a large white handkerchief so she could dry her eyes (all choreographed).

Frankie looked out across the crowd, her thanks were drowned out by the noise. Suddenly, she froze. Unless she was crazy, her phantom was not a phantom. She stared across the crowded room at none other than Jake Garner. In the flesh. He was here. He was standing up. He was clapping. He was looking straight into her eyes.

Frankie dropped the handkerchief, and Chance swooped to pick it up. She leaned down and whispered fervently:

“Please, Chance – I need a few minutes. Can you do an instrumental?”

Based on the look on her face, Chance knew better than to question this. He was concerned, though, because he’d never seen Frankie rattled in the entire time he’d known her.

“You okay, Princess?” He asked, his hand on her gloved elbow. She winced a little at the unfortunate endearment, but it made her laugh.

“I’m fine. Just have to go confront an old ghost.” They both thanked the crowd, and Frankie stepped back from the stage as Chance took the mic.

“How was that for an opener, huh?” The crowd hooted and clapped a bit again. Chance continued: “Do we have any Duke Ellington fans in the house tonight?” More cheering.

He moved back to the piano. “Good, then you’re gonna love this…” He counted off and they kicked off “In a sentimental mood”. Harry moved to the front of the stage, his sax sounding sweetly nostalgic.

As Frankie tried to unobtrusively make her way backstage, she paused to look over her shoulder toward Jake. A tiny thrill ran through her as she saw his eyes fixed on her. Not knowing how to read his look, she smiled nervously, one eyebrow raised. He smiled back, but it was still an enigmatic smile – a smile she didn’t remember. After a tiny hesitation, she made a beckoning gesture with her hand. He rose swiftly and quietly followed.

By the time Jake got behind the stage and curtain, and found himself in the corridor that snaked back to the dressing rooms, he saw Frankie some yards away, turning left and disappearing through a doorway. Hesitating for only a second, he mentally chastised himself for admiring – a tad too much – the view of her retreating figure. Running his hand nervously through his hair, he shot down the hall to join her.

When Jake walked into the small room, Frankie was standing with her back to her dressing table, facing him. He stepped just inside the door and stopped. They were barely five feet from each other, but it seemed like an interminable distance. He wondered whether he should shut the door. The music being played onstage was audible here, but not loud.

They stood opposite one another for a lingering moment, their eyes locked – but both were guarded. Frankie’s deep red lips curled up at the corners in a playful half smile.

She said, in a theatrically husky voice: “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world… you walk into mine.”

They both laughed, and there was relief in it.

Jake tilted his head slightly, and smiled a slow, melancholy smile. “Hey Frankie Rose.”

Unshed tears shimmered in her eyes. “Hey Jake.”

He pointed back toward the stage, shaking his head a little. “Christ, Frankie, that performance was… it was simply amazing. You. Are. Amazing.”

She had trouble swallowing. How many times had she fantasized about this moment? But words failed her. “Thanks.” Her voice was just above a husky whisper. She cleared her throat in a remarkably lady-like way. “Coming from you, that really means something.” An errant tear ran down her cheek, and she laughed awkwardly as she swiped it away.

Jake took a large step toward her. Nervous, she straightened and their eyes locked. After a moment, he jammed a hand into his pocket and drew out a simple white handkerchief, reaching it toward her. Frankie didn’t drop her gaze from his eyes, and didn’t move for a few seconds, but then she moved a step closer and took the proffered bit of fine linen.

She only broke eye contact when she used it to dry her face. “You’re not here by accident, are you Jake?” She asked softly. She groaned inwardly at how wistful that line sounded in her own ears.

“No, no – I’m not… I – GOD, Frankie! It’s so good to see you! You have no idea…”

She looked up at his hand as it raked through his gorgeous hair. “Don’t I?” She asked softly. Her eyes traversed downward from his hair, to his eyes, and finally locked onto to his beautifully sculpted mouth.

As if sleepwalking, she spoke aloud without really meaning to. “I bet I imagined this moment about ten thousand times over the last ten years…”

Her words rang in his ears. Next to her singing voice, Jake thought they were the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. The direction of her gaze was not lost on him. Jake’s body was on fire. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to stop himself from grabbing her. His mind was reeling with his desire to touch her, to crush those velvety red lips with his own.

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“Vance,” the P.A. system crackled, “Delivery service to the front.”

Vance was relaxing in the break room, his Vans up on the table, his fingers laced behind his neck. He took his feet down and stood up, checking his pockets for wallet and keys. He’d been about to return to the front anyway, to bag groceries. A smile crept across his handsome features. A delivery order was always a very good thing.

Most people didn’t know it, but the market, and many supermarkets, would put together an order taken by phone and deliver it to a home, for a nominal charge. It was the way many shut-ins and elderly people did their shopping. Vance was the king of home delivery, but for some reason his customers were all women. Women between the ages of thirty and fifty-five, mostly.

Vance ambled to the front and Mr. Willis, the store manager, handed him the list. Vance took a moment to check Mr. Willis out, seeing something different about him. His hair seemed better, but then it had just been kind of greasy and flat before. He also had better skin, and he was friendlier. Vance took off to start gathering the items on the list, and thought that Mr. Willis had probably found a honey. Nothing makes a man clean up like a new piece of ass.

Thinking of which, Vance noticed that new girl, Erin. She was downright hot. She was Vance’s height and had a fine body, solid but thin and curvy. He liked the way she looked, and wondered how long it’d be before she joined the Vance’s Angels club.

“Vance!” Mr. Willis shouted, sounding pissed. “Get to work!” Jeez, Vance thought, what was his problem? He knew Vance liked to look at the ladies. Oh well.

He moved efficiently through the store, assembling the small order. He thought about stopping at the deli counter to tease that little cutie, Aimee. She was a certified rug-muncher sure, but he could usually get a rise out of her. He changed his mind when he saw her crouching behind the counter. It looked like she was busy checking out a hot little blonde reading magazines, and lesbo or not, Vance respected the privacy of a good checking-out.

After he’d gathered everything on the list, Vance pushed the cart to Monique’s lane for check out. Vance liked Monique. The young woman was friendly, cute as a button, and had a skinny little body with big tits and an ass he imagined falling back into with his arms outstretched. Her husband was a Navy Seal and he kept her pretty happy, but he didn’t like to go down on her, and Vance had sampled that trim and it was good.

He chatted Monique up for a bit while he bagged the groceries, and then brought them out to his truck to drive over to the Tomkins home. Vance was glad to be going to the Tomkins house. Judy Tomkins was forty-two, brunette, and had a smoking hot body. Her husband had died a few years before, and Judy was the type of woman who had a hard time meeting men. She dated, she had said, mostly men from her church, but she hadn’t met one that she had become serious enough about to take into her bed.

Vance was nineteen, five-ten, and weighed one-ninety. He had long, dark blond hair that Şişli escort bayan was wild and wavy, and big, expressive soft blue eyes. His face was thin and handsome, reminding many of a very young Matthew McConaughey, and his lean, hard surfer’s body elicited sighs of desire from many customers.

Six months earlier, Vance had delivered groceries to her home and had caught her fresh from the shower. It had been easy going seducing the hot, naked woman, and he’d done her on her kitchen floor. Since then, he’d been over about a half dozen times, and had her routine down.

Vance pulled into the driveway of the large house and drove right up to the garage doors, in the back yard. Grabbing the heaviest of the bags, he went to the kitchen door and found it open a bit. He went inside and set the bag on the kitchen table, then ran back and forth, bringing bags in from his truck. He paused to put away the milk and a couple of other things that needed refrigeration, and then walked through the house and up the stairs, pulling off his shirt as he went.

He walked into Judy’s bedroom, kicking off his Vans. Judy was in her bed, her dark brown hair held with a hair band across her crown. She was pink, freshly scrubbed, and she had the covers tucked under her arms, modestly hiding her body. She smiled and Vance dropped his board shorts and bent to pull his boxers down and off.

He approached the bed and took hold of the covers, pulling them back and uncovering Judy’s body. She had soft, slender shoulders, a gorgeous rack (C-cups) with large, prominent nipples and red areolae, and a tight, firm belly. Judy had a neatly kept tangle of black curls over her red lipped pussy, and he knew she would blush deeply and try to cover herself if she thought he was looking there. Her legs were fantastic, reminding Vance of a Barbie doll’s legs. She had gasped when he exposed her body, but she melted in his arms when he put them around her, and willingly returned his kiss.

Vance grabbed her big, firm ass in his hand and squeezed. Of all of his deliveries, he loved Judy’s ass the best. He massaged her cheek in his hand, and before long her hips were pressing to him wantonly. He kissed her neck as she breathed hard, and his hand moved from her ass to roughly grab her tit, making her gasp.

He took her nipple between his teeth and flickered his tongue against it even while he set his lips to her breast and sucked her tightly to his mouth. Judy grabbed his head and hugged him, whining with lustful pleasure. He could smell her, he knew without touching her that she was wet and ready, ripe for fucking.

Vance released Judy and rolled from the bed and stood a few steps away. Judy moaned her disappointment, and Vance grinned. “You know what you’ve got to do first,” he said.

“Do I have to?” Judy said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ll do it next time, I promise!”

“Now,” Vance said, and Judy sighed and went to him, getting to her knees in front of him and putting her lips around the end of his impressive rod. Vance held the back of her head and fucked her Escort Sultangazi mouth with slow, shallow strokes, watching her face grow redder and hearing her breath exploding from her nose.

When he pulled free and slapped his hardness across her cheek, Judy whined, “Please, Vance, it’s so demeaning and it’s wrong. I don’t like it.” But she took it into her mouth when he pressed against her lips again and continued to fuck her mouth softly. She felt good, but she didn’t really do much. Vance just liked the fact that she disliked it and felt dirty by doing it, so he dragged it out as long as he could.

Actually, he wasn’t all that sure that she really disliked it that much, giving head. He knew she felt it demeaning, and he had an idea that she was ashamed of doing it. Maybe her Mom had told her not to, or somebody at her church or something. Vance didn’t really care about that, since the fun of being with Judy was tearing through her inhibitions and giving her a rocking good time.

Finally he pulled free and went to the bed and after he lay down, Judy rose from her knees and walked self-consciously to him. He could tell she wanted very much to crawl under the covers, but being naked, exposed to him in the presence of his nakedness was dirty to Judy, nasty and therefore sexy. He knew she’d say a lot of penance for today, however that worked.

She laid on her back next to him, and he pressed his palm to her pussy. “Open your legs wide,” he said, and she did. “Wider,” he coaxed, and she stretched them further, blushing more deeply. He rubbed her wet pussy, listening to her stifled moans and cries, feeling her grow wetter and wetter as he rubbed. He teased the entrance of her pussy with a finger and she pressed against him, trying to capture it. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

“No!” Judy cried, her eyes tightly shut. Vance knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong or even strange about Judy, but she thought she was acting like a wanton whore, so he played to her perception.

“Yeah you are,” Vance said, letting his finger dip slightly into her and rimming, her sharp yelp of pleasure making him smile. “You’re a little slut! You’re a fucking,” he paused after emphasizing that word, “little slut!”

“No I’m not!” Judy cried, and Vance slid two fingers into her, feeling her cunt explode around his fingers as her body shook and Judy cried out loudly. She thrashed hard as she came, and Vance thought that the only thing that felt better than a coming pussy on his fingers was a coming pussy on his cock. Judy thrashed and moaned and Vance felt her cunt grab his fingers in a last, powerful contraction before she collapsed and was still, breathing hard.

“I’m not a slut,” Judy whispered, and Vance saw she was looking at his cock. He grabbed it and stroked it slowly, watching her eyes fill with wonder and lust.

“Do you want this?” Vance asked, and he watched Judy carefully. “Do you want me to give you this?” She nodded almost imperceptibly, and he asked, “Do you want me to stick my cock,” he emphasized the word, “into your little Taksim escort cunt?” emphasizing the last word. She had winced at the use of both words, but still came the slight, tired nod. “Then tell me what you want.”

“I want you to make love to me,” Judy said, and when she saw his unimpressed expression she said, “I want for you to take me, like a woman.” Again, Vance didn’t react, and Judy began to tremble. “Please, will you…fuck…me?” she asked timidly. Vance smiled, but didn’t move, other than to continue stroking himself slowly.

Judy let loose a loud groan of frustration and begged, “I’m a…s-slut…a little slut, and I want-no, I need your…cock in my (god help me)…wet cunt.”

“That’s a good girl,” Vance said, rolling over and taking Judy into his arms. He kissed her, and again she melted in his arms. She’d be a hell of a wife or girlfriend, Vance thought, for somebody. And then effortlessly, softly, Vance slid his cock into Judy, and she moaned into his mouth, her cunt starting almost immediately to contract on him as he slowly filled her completely.

Vance was a connoisseur of pussy, and he loved the feel of Judy’s. Her whole body was soft and warm, inviting hugs and tender caresses, but her pussy could be harsh, strong and passionate, even when she was herself soft and pliable. As she milked him, probably coming softly the whole time, the sensations she created quickly became hard to bear.

He kissed her lips softly and whispered, “Do you want me to make love to you, Judy? Or do you want to be fucked?” Judy kissed him deeply, passionately, and whispered her response.

“Fuck me.”

“I couldn’t hear you,” Vance moaned, her cunt clasping hard on him, “Say it louder.”

“Fuck me!” Judy screamed, and her cunt exploded again, crushing against his cock with power, with force, contracting hard for several seconds before releasing briefly and then contracting hard again.

Vance threw her body down and rolled on top of her, slamming his cock into the vise of her pussy as forcefully as possible, feeling like he was fucking a young virgin. Judy’s screams were loud and crazed as Vance pounded roughly into her, losing his breath. He was close himself, and he thought, christ she’s a great fuck!

Judy raised her hips high and grabbed Vance’s ass hard with both hands, digging her nails in painfully, and she shouted, “Fuck my cunt you son of a bitch! Shoot your jizz deep in my slutty twat you fuckingsonofabitchmotherfucker!” Vance shouted his release, creaming her insides, his balls feeling like a trap had closed on them. They shook together in shared orgasm for several long moments, and then collapsed together, their hot, sweaty bodies sticking to one another.

They lay panting for a while, and then Judy kissed Vance hard, finishing with an animal bite to his lip, before collapsing completely, closing her eyes. Vance got up and slowly dressed, watching one of Judy’s hands run her nails softly up and down her belly while the fingers of her other hand curled in her hair and pulled loose, over and over.

Vance left her without a word, his work finished, and he tromped down the stairs. He grabbed a soda out of her refrigerator and finished it before he had his seatbelt buckled. Sometimes he had two or even three deliveries on any given day, and he found himself hoping there wouldn’t be any more today.

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