I thought about canceling and maybe rescheduling for another time. Dinner with my neighbors wasn’t really exciting me enough to even want to shower and look my best. They looked way too suburban for my tastes this evening.

I forced myself and showered taking my time with my pussy so that it would feel some attention and love. My shower massager knew just how to play it and with my pearl in full view I was feeling much better.

I decided to think positive and regard the whole wholesomeness as a façade possibly. I dressed in a wrap dress with a belt and high heels. A thong triangle barely covered my shaved pussy wrapping and squirming between my ass cheeks for something to thrill about. Conservative to some, easy access to others.

I approached their house with a bottle of wine and my pussy already moist with anticipation. They were friendly enough when they invited me in. We drank the wine as they spoke about their history and their present. The wife was very cute and I wondered as the wine took hold if she had ever fucked another girl. She was a little chunky, but that always makes it more interesting. I thought about how her full thighs would feel wrapped around my head. He was robust and every time he sucked on his cigarette I imagined his dick in my mouth. Such nasty thoughts about Ozzie and Harriet, but a girl can dream sometime.

Through dinner and chit chat afterward the night dragged. We talked homes and interest rates, television and cool internet sites. They spoke about their daughter who was a freshman in college and apparently a workaholic. She was a straight A student with 2 jobs and no time for boys. What a dull life, but it all seemed to fit.

“Speaking of school, it is a school night per se and I really do need to get going” I stood up adjusting my skirt as Frank took my hand.

“Give me your email address and I will send you those links. I also get some pretty funny jokes and stuff.” I could feel an eagerness in his grip and I was unsure whether to pull away or let it linger. We exchanged emails and I shrugged off his touch. Probably just bored, I would be too if I were him.

By Friday I had forgotten entirely about the exchange and was annoyed when I started to receive emails from him. Anadolu Yakası Escort I scanned them quickly and responded with one line sentences. A link about movies and another about music. Then one about wine and those pesky wine charms.

“Aren’t these cool” he wrote, “We should have a wine party and use these. Make our own sets one to represent each neighbor.”

“There doesn’t seem to be one for me, except maybe the bra.” I wrote thinking this would keep the prude out of my scope.

“That would be hot, what would be the best thing for you?” he questioned.

I answered honestly, “A silverplated dildo would be cool, since I love toys and playing with them.” This I figured would get him to leave me alone and maybe I wouldn’t have to put up with another night of dull conversation.

“Really? A dildo or a vibrator? Maybe a strap on?” he said.

My agitation faded. “I love them all, as long as it does the trick, because you know it is the way you use it not the size.” I felt myself wiggling in my seat.

“Yes I know. Do you use them alone or with your boyfriend?”

“Both and with a girlfriend or two.” I was testing him now.

“Really. So you are bi?” I could almost imagine his shaking fingers typing away at my confession.

I moved some more in my seat feeling the wetness against my panties. I wish I had worn a thong, it felt so much sexier when I was playing around like this. “I am bi. Are you?” I love asking that, because most men won’t admit to the thought.

“In college I once sucked a couple guys off. We were drunk and I wanted to know what it was like. I don’t consider myself bi, I love women. It was fun though.”

Now he was definitely more interesting. “Did they cum?”

“Yes. I swallowed both. After that it was weird.”

I didn’t know what to say. I actually felt for the guy. It is really hard to act on your desires when they seem unconventional to most. “I think bi guys are hot” I wrote.

“Well I don’t consider myself bi, but if that makes you interested then I will take it.”

“Interested?”

“Well I found you very beautiful the other night. I thought you knew by the way I held your hand. You have a magnetism that drew me in.”

I love when Pendik Escort guys get all mushy, even if it is just to get laid.

“I wanted to kiss you so bad.” He wrote. “Ever since I saw you in your robe that one day. I knew you were incredibly sexy and just wanted to…”

“Go on” I encouraged.

“I could almost smell you that day and knew you had just had sex. I wanted it to be me.”

I couldn’t believe this. I was stunned. It was no big deal that he was married, I had many married lovers before, but it was the need in his voice and the fact that he lived next door and was married.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this.” I typed feeling the mixture of desire and guilt.

“We aren’t doing anything yet.”

“But you are married.” I played innocent.

“My greatest fantasy is to have a wild sexual time with a woman that isn’t my wife. It’s all the taboo.”

I could understand that. I was turned on by that too. I played along, “I wanted you to kiss me that night.”

“I know. I wanted to ravage you. I stared at your thigh and thought of how I you skin would feel as I slowly let my fingers wander up it.”

“I wasn’t wearing any panties that night” I lied.

“Then spread them for my sweetie and let me taste you. I love eating pussy.”

“I would spread them wide, draping each over the arms of the chair revealing my smooth shaved snatch.”

“Forgetting all propriety I dive into you tongue first. I want to lap at you until you scream for mercy.”

I felt under my skirt and pulled my panties tight against my pussy causing them to bunch between the lips. I was really getting into this.

“I want to lick from your ass to your clit savoring you. I want to suck your lips into my mouth and pull on them with my teeth feeling you quiver. Would you like that precious?”

“Oh yes” I felt my typing stammer. “Your rough beard against my soft and supple lips so sensitive to the touch” I could almost feel his nose against my clit.

“Then with my face covered in your love juice I would suckle those luscious tits like a hungry child.”

“Oh baby you know how I like it. I want you so bad Frank, god I need you.” I spoke only the truth now in my desire.

“I stand you up and bend you over Kurtköy Escort the chair exposing your pussy with its shimmering hole. Do you want my cock baby?”

“Oh yes, I want it. So bad. I would spread my legs and pull my cheeks letting you pick the whole you want to fuck first.”

“Wow you are hot.” He responded.

“A hot slut baby.”

“You would be my slut as I pound your pussy with my hard cock.”

“I can almost feel you in me. I keep a little dildo in my desk drawer and have it in my pussy now wanting you so bad.” I was bouncing up and down on my chair unable to control myself. Good thing everyone had left early for the holiday weekend and I was alone. This angered me at first, but with this treat I was on my way to satisfaction.

“Can you call me? I want to hear you cum.” He asked.

“Are you alone?” I imagined him like me in a quiet office with is cock stretched out of his pants.

“No I share a room with 5 other programmers.”

“Are you jerking off?” I was very curious now.

“I keep rubbing it through my pants, but I can’t take it out. Please call me. I want to hear you cum.” He was almost begging.

It turned me on to know he would be having phone sex with me with all those other men around who probably didn’t have a clue. I got his cell phone number and called. His voice was very professional. On my computer screen I saw his entry.

“Ride your dildo and shower me in your cum”

I did as told and really gave him an earful. Moaning, groaning, begging and telling him how good it felt to have him fuck me. With a gasp and a whimper I came all over my seat almost squirting in relief.

I heard him moan a little and knew that his pants would be stained.

“Bye lover.” I said hanging up.

He messaged me with “I can’t get out of my seat. I came all over myself like I did when I was 12. You are so hot.” Then a smiley face and I had to smile back.

“Can we do this again sometime?” he asked.

“Sure baby, anytime.”

I cleaned up before going home, wondering if he would be there and how I can plan another get together. Not sure if I wanted to make this real or not, but I loved the naughtiness.

There was another email as I got back and figure it is his last input into our afternoon of lust. I was mistaken. It’s a note from a woman who I had cybered with once or twice wondering if I had some time.

“Sorry baby out of time right now, but would love to lick you later” I replied and turned the computer off.

All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.

*

David Winslow was trying to act cool despite his excitement. He had made the short list of athletes who had been invited to try out for the University of Texas football team. A lot of players had been scouted but their ranks had been thinned drastically. Only thirty or so freshman scholarship candidates were invited to Austin to display their skills in front of the entire coaching staff. After a full three days of try-outs, only a third of them would be offered scholarships and a spot on the team’s roster next fall.

The boys were being put up in style at the Grand Hyatt just minutes from the school and the athletic complex. It was the Wednesday night ‘Welcome’ party and there were a couple of hundred people in the ballroom of the Hyatt schmoozing before the trials began the next day. A lot of the young men had come with their parents but David only had his mom and he knew she didn’t think they could afford for her to come all the way out to Texas for a long weekend. Each of the potential scholarship athletes was being introduced around by either a member of the coaching staff or one of the Alumni Boosters.

All these young man were being considered by more than one of the top universities. When the U of T decided who they would select, they wanted to be sure that that student/player didn’t opt to take an offer from another school. So the boys were being dined and entertained royally.

David was a quarterback and he had taken his Bemidji Bengals to the state championships. Although they hadn’t won, the Bengals had finished with a 9 and 1 record, the first perfect regular season that the Minnesota team had had in fifteen years.

There were a number of colleges that would be happy to get him but he really wanted to go to U of T. And so he was smiling and shaking hands and trying to make interesting small talk but really he was thinking more about the next three days of try-outs.

Jenna Banes and her mother Amanda had both spent a lot of time in front of the mirror in their room at the Hyatt, getting ready for the reception. This was the big event and they were both excited about the evening and the rest of the week.

Jenna had been going out with Brent Travis for almost two years now and she and her mother had a plan.

Brent had been the quarterback that took the Abilene Eagles to the State Championship and won it two years in a row. This was his week to nail down his scholarship with the U of T. Both Jenna and Amanda looked at the U of T football program as a stepping stone to the NFL. That was where the big money was and that’s what they wanted. Brent had the talent and Jenna had the ambition. She and her mother wanted out of the Abilene trailer park they called home and they were determined to help Brent make the team in any way they could.

Amanda’s ex-husband was a U of T graduate. The vivacious mother had met a lot of his buddies over the years and although she didn’t talk to her ex, she still knew people at the school. It wasn’t hard for her wrangle an invitation to the reception for herself and Jenna. The scholarship committee wasn’t stupid. An encouraging phone call from one of the attractive cowgirls he had met while trying out in Austin had been the deciding factor for many a candidate for the team. And Amanda and Jenna were two Texas beauties.

Amanda had gotten knocked up just out of high school and was only thirty nine. People often remarked that she and Jenna looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.

They were two good looking blondes from the heart of America. Amanda’s hair was cut just above her shoulders with an easy wave that framed her face. Jenna’s hair was longer and straighter. They were both in great shape. Amanda was slightly taller and a little more voluptuous than her daughter. For the reception she had shimmied into a little black dress that hugged her dramatic curves like a second skin. The knitted sheath had a swooping neckline that offered a tempting glimpse of her breasts. Her pearl necklace rested comfortably on top of those two luscious globes. She had donned a pair of high heels and smoky nylons for the occasion. She knew she’d have no shortage of company at the reception with all the good old boys in attendance.

Jenna had gone more for the down home look. She had started with a tight fitting denim skirt and white cowgirl boots. Her well toned legs looked like they went on forever below her abbreviated little skirt. On top of that she was wearing a satin shirt, open enough to expose the swells of her arrogantly up-turned breasts. To finish off her outfit she had a little straw cowboy hat that was tied off around her neck and resting between her shoulder blades. She was looking forward to putting it on later.

After many last minute adjustments to make-up and accessories the two blonde bombshells made their way to the Hyatt ball room. They suffered through the dinner and the opening speeches at Anadolu Yakası Escort Harry Allen’s table who was one of the Alumni Boosters and Amanda’s friend. Harry’s wife had left him about six months earlier and he was all over Amanda who he had sitting next to him.

On another night she might have been more interested in his advances, but not this night.

Once the formalities were over and everyone got up and started to circulate, Amanda was pre-occupied, keeping an eye on her daughter.

Jenna talked to a few people, being sociable but not getting herself installed with any particular group for too long. After a couple of conversations she caught her mother’s eye and nodded her head towards a deserted table nearby. She and her mother made their way towards it. When they got together Jenna said…”That’s him, over there, talking to what’s his name…the guy from the Admissions Office. Oh God. What’s his name… Dell…Dell…sounds like sailor…ahoy…avoy.. Mac Avoy. That’s it. Dell Mac Avoy.”

“It certainly is Dell Mac Avoy. And that’s our Mr. Winslow that he’s talking to is it? You’re sure?” Amanda asked her daughter.

“That’s him” Jenna replied.

“Harry said he saw him play in St. Paul last fall and that he was amazing. He’s the competition alright.”

“Well then. I think it’s time we said hello to our old friend Mr. Mac Avoy don’t you dear. Perhaps he’ll introduce us to Mr. Winslow.” Amanda said to her daughter.

And without saying any more the smiling blonde strode towards the two men she had in her sights with her daughter walking purposefully beside her. With a broad smile she walked right up to Mac Avoy, took his hand and pressed her pneumatic tits into his shoulder. She was quite aware that David had seen them coming over and hadn’t taken his eyes off her and Jenna as they approached.

“Hello Dell! How are you? It’s been quite awhile hasn’t it? How’s Janine?”

Dell Mac Avoy was taken aback by Amanda Banes unexpected appearance. Oh he had met her once or twice but they had barely ever exchanged more than a couple of ‘hi’s’, ‘how are you’s’. She usually had some slavering oil man draped all over her and didn’t have much time for the college’s lesser lights.

“Hi Amanda… So nice to see you. Janine is fine. She couldn’t come this evening. She had to work. So how are you? And this is your daughter, right? I’m so sorry Miss. I don’t think I know you’re name.”

“Dell this is Jenna. I’m sure you met her at last year’s homecoming dinner. You probably just don’t remember. And who is this handsome young man you’re talking to?” Amanda asked, turning her eyes appraisingly on David.

“Uhhh. Sure. Sorry. Amanda, Jenna… This is David Winslow. David is from Bemidji…Is that right David…Bemidji, Minnesota. David, this is Amanda Banes and her daughter Jenna. David is here for the try-outs of course. He’s got quite an impressive quarterback rating. The guys in ‘Athletics’ were telling me they’re expecting to see some exciting things from David.”

“Uhhh. Hello. Mrs. Banes. How do you do.” David said shyly, extending his hand to Amanda. As she took his hand in hers, the statuesque blonde stepped past it and pressed her mouth warmly against David’s cheek. He could smell the perfume from her hair as she remained standing very near to him for what seemed like quite a long time. When she did step back slightly her eyes were locked on his as she said…”How nice to meet you David. We don’t get to meet many boys from Minnesota all the way out here in the wild, wild west do we Jenna?”

David was almost hypnotized by Amanda’s dancing blue eyes. Her direct look was really flustering him and he couldn’t think of anything to say to her casual remark. When he tried to look away from her gaze he found his eyes drifting down to her inviting cleavage. The swells of her globular breasts were rising and falling enticingly under the bodice of her little dress. David could feel himself blushing as he finally managed to look helplessly towards Jenna.

Jenna could see the impact her mother’s smoldering sexuality was having on the young man. She had seen it before and had usually felt jealous that the boys she knew and the men too could be so easily distracted. But tonight she was pleased to see that David was not immune to her mother’s considerable charms. This was all going to work out perfectly with their plans.

“Hello David. It’s very nice to meet you. Don’t let my mother spin your wheels. She’s just a shameless harlot as any male over the age of fourteen in the tri-county area can tell you.” Jenna offered, stepping between her mother and David and extending her hand to him as well.

David took Jenna’s hand gratefully like it was some kind of life line. He was a little shocked to hear the younger woman refer to her mother as a harlot but he thought it was probably just some quirky western thing. Amanda stepped back a little but David could see a mischievous smile curling the corner of her mouth as she Kurtköy Escort continued to watch his eyes.

“Jenna. Mrs. Banes. It’s very nice to meet you both” David managed to stammer. Jenna let her hand linger a little extra long in his, caressing his palm with her thumb in a way that attracted David’s full attention. If Jenna and Amanda were any example, mothers and daughters in Texas were very different from mothers and daughters in Minnesota.

“Do you work for the University?” he finally managed to ask.

“God no” Jenna replied.

“I’m in the second year nursing program at Texas Lutheran and Amanda is a flight attendant with South West. Harry Allen asked us to join him this evening. He’s one of the Boosters. He’s had a crush on my mom for a while and every once in a while she throws him a bone.”

Dell Mac Avoy was trying to edge his way back into the conversation but Jenna, Amanda and David were so totaling ignoring him that he soon just shrugged his shoulders and wandered off to join another knot of people chatting nearby.

“So you must be big time ‘Longhorns’ fans…” David said as he polished off the soda he was drinking. What a lame thing to say he thought. Everybody out here were ‘Longhorns’ fans. He wasn’t used to being chatted up by attractive women, certainly not women as drop dead gorgeous as Jenna and her mother. He had been going out with the same girl for two years back home and she wasn’t in the same league as these two blondes.

Jenna could see how nervous they were making him and she smiled to herself.

“Can I get you something David? What are you drinking?” she asked.

“Oh just Coke. But you don’t have to. I’ll get some in a minute.” David offered.

But Jenna happened to spy a waiter with a tray full of drinks circulating nearby. She winked at David, handed her mother her own drink and walked the few steps over to the waiter. She took a coke from the tray just before the waiter turned to offer drinks to another knot of people.

With her back still turned to David, Jenna reached into the breast pocket of her shirt, took a tiny sachet from it and discreetly dumped the fine powder into David’s Coke. She quickly stirred the drink with her finger and put the empty packet back in her pocket. It was nothing lethal, just a couple of pills of Viagra that she had ground up earlier. The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his dick was what her mother always said.

Jenna turned and returned to David with the laced Coke. She handed it to him, took her own drink from Amanda, raised her glass and said… “Remember David, if you haven’t fallen off a horse…then you haven’t been riding long enough.”

And with that cryptic quote the three of them took a healthy sip of their drinks. Jenna looked quickly at Amanda and gave her a little conspiratorial nod. Amanda smiled back at her daughter.

The two blondes made a point of trying to make the young man feel a little more comfortable. They talked about Texas and football and school and were getting on pretty well when one of the coaches came over and said there was someone he wanted David to meet. David reluctantly apologized to Jenna and Amanda and said he’d better go.

Jenna pulled him aside for just a moment.

“David, a few of the guys and some of the girls I know are going over to ‘Steam City’ after this is over. They’ve got a good country band. It’s not far and it should be fun. Why don’t you come?”

“Ahhh, thanks Jenna. But the coaches gave us some of the practice squad film when we got here. I should really study it before tomorrow. I’d love to come but I better do some work.”

“Sure David. But if you change your mind, you know where to find us. Good luck tomorrow.” Jenna said, as David allowed the coach to snag his elbow and lead him away.

Jenna went back to join her mother.

“You did give it to him didn’t you? Is he going out with you? ” Amanda asked.

“Oh I gave it to him alright. But he isn’t coming out. Something he has to look at on tape. But it doesn’t matter. I would say that in another couple of hours Mr. Winslow will be ready to fuck a snake in a wood pile.”

“Well that should make it fairly easy for you then shouldn’t it?”

“Oh I’d think so! You know what they say, ‘it’d don’t take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep’…” Jenna said with a big smile. The two women laughed out loud at this arcane cliché.

David was thankful when the reception was over and he could get back to his room. Those two Banes women had been something else though. He’d been debating about ditching the practice tapes and going to look for Jenna at the bar. But in the end he decided he’d be better off to look at the tapes. He didn’t think that a hot blonde like Jenna Banes was wondering where he was. And he had told his girlfriend Gwen that she could call him late in his room if she wanted to.

So he settled down to look at the practice squad film. He had watched hundreds of hours of football film so Pendik Escort this was nothing new to him. But he found himself having trouble concentrating. He would have been embarrassed to admit it but he was spending more time thinking about Mrs. Banes’ enticing boobs than he was about three wide or nickel defences. He was finding it hot and he was getting agitated, not the mental place he wanted to be before the big try-outs the next morning.

Just as he was about ready to take a cold shower and call it a night, there was a knock on the door.

‘Oh no’ he thought. There had been some talk that there was another quarterback from somewhere in Kansas who had missed his flight, would be arriving late and might need a place to sleep. David didn’t feel like re-organizing all his stuff at this hour.

But when he opened the door he was amazed to see Jenna Banes standing there. She was wearing her cowboy hat and was leaning against the door frame with a bottle and two shot glasses in one hand and a DVD in the other.

“Hi David. Want some company? I bring refreshments…” she said holding up the bottle and glasses…”some highlight film…” … holding up the DVD…”and well…me!” …she said with a giggle, straightening up beside the door, putting one hand on her hip then unsteadily holding that pose.

David was barely able to contain his excitement at seeing the lanky blonde standing there in front of him, asking if she could come in. Christ but she was sexy in her little skirt, her boots, her long legs and her sparkling eyes. He got the distinct impression that she had already had a drink or two.

“Jenna! I didn’t expect to see you. I thought you went out with your friends. What brings you back here.”

“Oh darlin’! They were so boring. The girls couldn’t wait to tell each other about the size of their boyfriends’ dicks and the guys just wanted to get into my pants. They are so predictable. Not like you baby. You’ve got plans. You’ve got a goal. So I thought you might want to see some game film of the competition.” she said, thrusting the DVD into David’s hands.

“Put it in. I’ll pour us a glass of Jaeger” she said, giving him a friendly hip check as she walked past David towards the desk in his room.

David looked after the lanky blonde in confusion. God her perfume smelled fabulous. He didn’t know what else to say so he went over to the DVD player by the TV, took out the disc in the machine and replaced it with the one Jenna had brought. He got it started up and looked around.

Jenna was sitting on the little couch with two full shots on the coffee table in front of her. She patted the seat next to her invitingly. David sat down and she passed him one of the glasses. He tried not to look down the front of her shirt despite the fact that there were a lot more buttons undone than there had been earlier.

“Cheers…” Jenna toasted…” Garage Key!”

“Just this one, then I really do have more work to do…” David said, though not sounding very convincing even to himself. Jenna’s eyes just danced merrily into his as she snapped back her shot of liquor. David did the same, barely able to stifle a coughing fit that almost claimed him. “Great!..” he hissed as the fiery alcohol exploded through his system.

He looked over at the TV and was surprised to see a high light reel of the Abilene Eagles.

“Hey! This is the team that Brent Travis plays for. He’s here this week trying out too. Where did you get this?”

“Oh I know a couple of guys on the team..” Jenna said, sliding a little closer to David on the couch. She casually let one hand drift onto his shoulder and let her fingers start playing with the hair at the back of his neck. David was acutely aware of what she was doing.

“They let me have this tape and we added some material to it from post game parties and stuff like that.”

David was interested in watching the football, particularly the play of Brent Travis. He was good. Really good. But in a very little while the football segued into a back yard Bar-B-Q, with lots of jocks goofing around in front of a bevy of West Texas cowgirls. Inevitably some big guy was throwing a squealing girl into the pool while a whole bunch of other dough heads cheered him on.

David watched this for a couple of minutes more. He was feeling very flushed sitting there with Jenna so close. In fact his cock was starting to stiffen up uncomfortably in his jeans. He was afraid he was going to get his face slapped if he wasn’t careful so he said…” Thanks for bringing this over Jenna. That Travis is a heck of a quarterback. I appreciate the heads up. But I really should get back to work…” he stammered, shifting on the little couch like he was going to get up and show Jenna out.

But Jenna moved her hand from his neck, put it on his thigh and gave his leg a warm squeeze.

“Just a couple of more minutes baby. There’s another clip coming up I think you’ll want to see.”

As Jenna’s warm hand pressed his thigh, David’s cock gave a definite lurch. Fortunately he was able to twist his hips enough to adjust the lengthy bulge so that it wasn’t so visible under his jeans.

David looked into Jenna’s dancing eyes for a moment then looked back at the TV.

“No, I don’t think so, I don’t believe in them,” Sarah said sipping her coffee.

“You don’t have to, it’s just a little fun, that’s all,” Carol replied, “The appointment’s made and paid for, tomorrow at eleven, say you’ll come?”

“I don’t want to,” Sarah reiterated.

“Why? Frightened she’ll say something you don’t want to hear? They just make it up.”

It had become a dare now and Sarah could not resist a dare especially one offered by her friend Carol.

“OK, I’ll come, but you’re paying.”

“Great,” Carol laughed, “We’ll meet outside the house, tomorrow.”

When Sarah arrived home dinner was prepared as usual. Sarah’s job paid more than Paul’s so when they decided to live together Paul gave up his low paying job and became a ‘house husband’. His tasks were buying the groceries, cleaning and generally looking after her small cottage, and of course seeing to her needs.

That night their lovemaking was as gentle as usual. Sarah did not like rough sex, she was a romantic. She retired to bed first and when he entered the bedroom was stretched out under the quilt, waiting for him. He lay down beside her and leant across kissing her gently on the lips, her mouth opening for him, their tongues entwining. Moving his hand he began caressing her breast, teasing the nipples into hard buds. His mouth moved down planting butterfly kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. She groaned as his mouth covered her nipple and he sucked gently on it, his hand moving down to rub her clit in small circular motions. He dipped his fingers inside her occasionally, judging by her wetness when she was ready for him. His cock was hard as he rolled across her inserting his rod into her wet pussy, fucking her gently as she liked. Holding back until he felt her climax under him, Paul ejaculated into her, immediately rolling off and handing her a tissue. Sarah wiped herself clean and kissed him on the nose, before she rolled over and fell quickly into a deep sleep. A nightly occurrence, but not one he intended to continue.

At breakfast the next morning Paul started the conversation, as usual.

“I thought we could go somewhere today, as you’re not going into work,” he said.

“No sorry, meeting Carol, we’re going to the clairvoyant in the High Street, just for a joke, maybe next time, ok?”

“Yeah fine, I’ve work to do around the house anyway, I’ll see you later,” he replied.

Sarah met Carol outside the tarot reader’s house as arranged and entered. After the usual preliminaries the reading got underway. Carol’s was a little vague but Sarah’s was more definite with an unexpected result.

“You will meet a tall person, dark curly hair, the man you’re living with now is not for you,” she said.

“That’s not right,” Sarah replied, “Paul’s just perfect.”

“The cards never lie. Believe me he’s wrong for you.”

Sarah left the reading feeling confused, she believed that Paul was all she had looked for in a man. Attentive, trustworthy and willing to tend to her every Göztepe Escort need.

“She’s wrong,” Sarah protested to Carol outside in the street.

“She’s never been wrong before, but there’s always a first time, I suppose.” Carol replied.

That night Sarah confided in Paul what had occurred.

“You don’t believe those charlatans?” he laughed as he poured her another drink.

“No, but we’re going to the one on Cyprus Road tomorrow, just to see what she says.”

“Yeah you should,” he said thoughtfully, “When’s your appointment?”

“Afternoon, two o’clock,” she answered.

He started to clear the dining room table, a plan forming in his mind.

For Sarah the next day’s appointment gave her exactly what she needed to hear.

“Your partner’s your soul mate, you’re the perfect match,” the reader said, “Never doubt it.”

Sarah left, elated, reassured as the wedding was planned for the weekend.

The reader went to the window and watched as the two girls walked away from the house.

“Ok, they’ve gone,” she said and Paul emerged from a side room.

“One hundred pounds, I think we agreed,” he said.

The tarot reader smiled as she took his money.

“You’re not right for each other, you know,” she said pocketing the cash.

“Mind your fuckin’ business,” he hissed leaving the house.

The wedding went perfectly, a honeymoon was to follow the next week. The couple arrived back at the cottage and went upstairs to change for the reception.

“We’re married now,” Sarah beamed on the landing at the top of the stairs.

“So we are,” he replied, “Your money and my cock.”

Sarah turned to him, she never heard him use such language before. She saw his face break out into a broad grin then his hands reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around and pushed her against the wall. Her face mashed up against the hard plaster. She felt his hands reach behind her, then a tearing sound as her dress was split from bottom to waistband. Sarah felt her knickers being torn off, the flimsy fabric no match for his onslaught. She heard his zipper being undone, then his hard cock at her entrance.

“I’m not ready,” she sobbed.

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he hissed and rammed his cock deep into her. His thrusts were harder than she had ever experienced before, each one pushing her face painfully into the wall. She heard him groan, then felt spurt after spurt of hot cum shoot into her tender vagina. She slid down the wall, ending up on her knees at his feet. Sarah shuffled around, her face now level with his groin.

“Why?” she said, tears filling her eyes.

“Because I can,” he answered and pushed his still erect cock towards her lips.

“I won’t do that,” she said, as his cock got closer.

“And I think you will,” he replied, the knob now touching her lips. She opened her mouth thinking that if she appeased him her ordeal would soon be over. His cock slipped inside, and he started to fuck her mouth, slowly İstanbul Escort at first then faster as his climax approached. When he was almost touching the back of her throat Sarah bit down, hard. He withdrew, quickly, grabbing his cock protectively. His load shooting onto the carpet beside him.

“You fuckin’ bitch, look what you’ve done,” Sarah didn’t look. She just took her chance and rushed passed him, down the stairs and into the street, to find Carol standing there.

“I came by to find out if you wanted a ride…” She stopped seeing her friend’s obvious distress.

“What happened?” Carol said, putting a protective arm around Sarah’s shoulder.

Sarah recounted what had occurred, the tears now flowing uncontrollably. Carol led her to her car and settling her down drove towards her own flat. The girls entered and Carol ushered Sarah into her bedroom.

“Better get out of that dress, it’s little more than a rag now anyway,” Carol said helping her friend remove her bridal gown.

Sarah stood, clad only in her white lace bra, still crying softly. Carol put her arms around her to comfort her, drawing her close.

Raising Sarah’s head Carol whispered, “You should have listened to that tarot card reader, he wasn’t for you,” she said and pecked her gently on the forehead. In that fleeting, gentle, non-sexual kiss the past few hours melted away from Sarah’s mind. This was the gentleness she yearned for, the tenderness she had sought all her life. As Carol withdrew, Sarah’s hands came up and, cradling her head, drew her back down, kissing her passionately.

Carol broke off the kiss, reluctantly, not wishing the moment to end, but needing to express her feelings.

“Thank God, at last you realise, Paul was never right for you, or any man, it’s me. I’ve wanted you for so long but you only had eyes for him. I’m the tall one with curly hair, the tarot reader saw that. No man will be as gentle with you as me, no man will love you like I love you.”

Carol led Sarah towards the bed but Sarah broke away, Carol thought she’d had second thoughts until Sarah spoke.

“I want a shower first. I want to wash that bastard’s cum from me. I don’t want you to taste ‘him’ on me.”

Sarah turned towards the bathroom.

“I’ll help,” Carol said, taking her hand and leading her gently.

Both girls were soon under the hot water, soaping each other, their hands lingering over their lover’s breasts.

“Clean now?” Carol whispered, Sarah nodded, still unable to fully understand what was happening. They patted each other dry, then Carol led Sarah back into the bedroom.

“We are going to have to dress for the reception”, Sarah said, tears again forming in her eyes, overflowing down her cheeks.

“There’s no reception, and there’s no marriage, let him explain to the guests,” Carol answered, “Stay with me.”

Carol drew Sarah down onto the bed, sitting side by side. She saw the tears still glistening on Sarah’s cheek. Carol bent her head licking the salty Anadolu Yakası Escort fluid away before their lips met. She guided Sarah down onto the quilt, her own feet still on the floor, then leaning forward she began at Sarah’s forehead kissing and licking down her body to the soles of her feet, then back again to her soft breasts. She licked first one nipple then the other, then back again as if deciding which one was to be the focus of her immediate attention. Once she selected, she drew the hard teat deep into her mouth, sucking and licking alternately.

She rested her hand onto Sarah’s belly, feeling it rise and fall almost in time to her sucking. Turning her head, Carol’s eyes centred on Sarah’s neatly trimmed bush, her target hidden amongst its curls. She released her hold on Sarah’s breast and started down her body, her cheek never loosing contact with the warm flesh until her lips encountered the coarse hair of Sarah’s pussy.

Carol swung her legs from the floor and onto the bed, as if it was the defining moment that cemented their relationship, being in bed, together. Her tongue licked up and down the crinkled lips of Sarah’s pussy, she could taste the salty secretions already glistening on them. She could feel Sarah’s cunt beginning to open for her, like the petals of a flower. Carol ran her hand up the inside of Sarah’s leg, still damp from her shower and paused at the entrance before one finger disappeared inside her warm, wet cunt.

Sarah gasped as the pad of Carol’s finger sought out, and started to massage her ‘G’ spot, a place she never knew existed. Sarah’s lubrication increased until the sheet under her was soaked with her secretions. With two fingers now inside, Carol’s mouth sought out her hard erect clit, first with darting licks and kisses then clamping on it sucking powerfully. Carol felt Sarah writhing under her as one peak mingled with another into one long perpetual climax.

Carol moved back up Sarah’s body never loosing contact with her, spreading the wetness from her cunt over it, until their mouths met again. Sarah began licking her own cream from Carol’s face as Carol swung her legs over Sarah’s their cunts meeting in a passionate kiss. Carol began to push her pelvis hard into Sarah’s, their cunt lips almost glued together with their mingled secretions, their clits rubbing together. Both girls were panting hard into the others ear, Sarah’s legs fastening around Carols body drawing her harder onto her swollen nubbin. Both girls climaxed, almost simultaneously, Sarah’s legs dropping back onto the quilt her head pushing into the mattress. Carol rested hers at the junction of Sarah’s neck and shoulders planting small kisses as her breathing returned to normal. Sarah pulled Carol tighter onto her, their breasts flattened by the others, their nipples touching. Carol’s hips started moving again, almost involuntarily, as if reliving the passed few minutes.

“That was a hell-of-a fuck,” Sarah whispered into Carol’s ear,” Do it again.”

Carol smiled, “The first of many,” she said her rhythm starting again in earnest.

“Teach me,” Sarah whispered again, as if a louder voice would spoil the occasion.

Carol didn’t answer, just pushed her cunt even harder against Sarah’s, as if that was answer enough.

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?”

.:: This is my first story. I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Please leave a comment! ::.

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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…

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.

“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.

“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.

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.

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?