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I was eating lunch in the cafeteria with Paul when I drew Suzie’s photo from my bag and handed it to him.

His eyebrows lifted. “She’s for real?” exclaimed Paul. He held the photo delicately between his index fingers. “She’s gorgeous!”

“And a little demanding and rough around the edges,” I said. “But she’s actively looking for the type of man you say you want to be.”

He read the information printed on the back of the photo. “I’m a little intimidated. A professional model? She sounds out of my league. Can I think about it? ” His face was a beet red.

“Not for long. Opportunity knocks, but it doesn’t wait on your convenience. You told me what you want, and while you’re puzzling about it, along comes the perfect opportunity. Don’t let it slip away.”

“Should I call her?”

“How about a double date with Craig and me? I’ll set it up. That way, there’s no commitments either way.”

I returned to the apartment mid-afternoon. In a few phone calls, I’d set up a Wednesday evening double date at The Berghoff on Adams Street, a stone’s throw from the Art Institute. Though the Berghoff typically bustled every night, Wednesday was quieter than most.

I sat at my desk and began working on a calculus assignment, but I couldn’t divert my attention from the manila envelope on the corner of the desk. Angela Whitten had given it to me after Don’s memorial service. I’d still been an emotional wreck after betraying Craig, and I’d just tossed it on my desk when I returned home. Just what keepsakes had Don collected, anyway?

I upended the envelope onto my desk blotter. There were the two photos I’d seen already–me at 17, and Don and I at the Senior Prom the following year. There were also a few movie tickets, a thin notebook, and a cellophane envelope.

The cellophane envelope was frail with time, and I escort başakşehir had to handle it with my fingertips. It contained a small lock of black hair, tied with thin green string. I recalled the time he’d crept up behind me and cut it, over my laughter and feeble protests. My hair had been much shorter then.

There was also a square of white cardboard. I carefully lifted it from the cellophane. A single hair was held to it with Scotch tape. The tape was yellowed and dry, ready to fall off at a touch. Puzzled, I examined it closely until I was certain–it was a long, coiled pubic hair, jet black and almost certainly mine. There was only one way he could have gotten that–from his teeth or his clothing after that final date.

Tears came to my eyes when I realized again how terribly I must have hurt him. The only thing he had to remind him of the night in King’s Grove was that lone pubic hair. He’d kept it all that time, perhaps taking it out from time to time to relive the night in his imagination. He would have to have known that his wife would find it someday. She’d hinted that there were ‘more personal’ items in the manila envelope, but I’d never have guessed just how personal.

I hoped Angela had given him what he seemed to need so badly.

I picked up the little pocket-sized notebook. The first few pages were filled with ‘I love RoseAnn’, written over and over in pencil. This continued for several pages, and I turned the leaves to see how long he’d continued, until I came upon a full-page pencil sketch of myself. I’d forgotten his talent for sketching.

As I turned the pages over, there were more sketches of me. Some were close-ups of my face or my legs. But the last one depicted our moments in the car. In that sketch, I lay back against a rear istanbul escort bayanları door of his car, my legs spread, my head thrown back, my eyes closed. He crouched between my thighs, face buried in my pussy.

A tear dripped on the corner of the page. I hadn’t realized I’d begun to cry. I dabbed my eyes with a Kleenex.

The corners of the pages were decorated with hearts and more ‘I love RoseAnn’ scribbles here and there, decorated with doodles. As I turned the pages, I found drafts of letters that he’d apparently wanted to send to me. None were complete, and all were crisscrossed with changes and corrections. But I only riffled through the pages, afraid to read. The sketches had already made an emotional wreck of me. I stuffed the papers back in the manila envelope.

My first thought was to destroy the envelope and its contents. But these artifacts were my only link to Donald. If I’d acted differently that one evening in King’s Grove, my life might be very different now. What if I’d rejected Craig when he begged to go down on me after the Cubs game? I’d still be fruitlessly searching for the right man, or I might even have gone crawling back to Mike. I owed everything to Donald as well as to Craig.

I put the manila envelope carefully away in my bottom dresser drawer where Craig wouldn’t look. Unlike me, he respected privacy and would not go snooping. He would never see the contents of that envelope.

Epilogue

It happened that Paul and Suzie hit it off immediately. In fact, they went straight from our double date at the Berghoff Restaurant to her apartment. I didn’t see Paul in class for two days, and when he did show up, he seemed more relaxed and content. Over the next years, the relationship continued to grow, just as Craig’s and mine did. He didn’t discuss escort eyüp the details with me, but there were times when he had to stand in the drafting class and could only sit with obvious pain. When Susan and I met, generally while modeling or at Rachel’s ‘consciousness raising’ meetings, she was a much more agreeable person than she’d been on our first meeting.

Candy’s story took a downturn when she one day found herself pregnant. Her blond boyfriend disappeared. She was forced to return to Bitumen to have her baby in the face of community gossip and shame. But she was far from the only young woman in Bitumen to have a fatherless baby, and she soon faded back into town society. It was years before she married and achieved what I’d call a normal life.

I enjoyed a few minutes of celebrity when I appeared in a full-page advertisement in Chicago Magazine, wearing a dazzling blue, black, and silver dress. Jimmy had done wonders retouching the photograph. Whatever the effect on Harley’s business, I was assured of a steady flow of opera dresses thereafter.

Mike served his year in Viet Nam and returned to Bitumen with a pregnant Japanese wife in tow and the chip still on his shoulder. He was the only man in Bitumen that could get away with bringing someone of another race to town. Since Tomiko was a Christian, she soon found acceptance in the Church of Christ. Mike brought Tomiko to our Independence Day and Labor Day get-togethers, with an implied challenge to treat her with respect. She eventually won the affection of the families with her struggles to learn the subtleties of rural Midwest English.

In the face of that, my mother finally stopped carping about Mike, and gradually accepted the inevitability of my relationship with Craig, Instead, she began to hint–broadly–that we should get married. In fact, Craig and I had more or less decided that we would be married right after my graduation. He would have achieved tenure by then, and presumably I’d have employment of my own. There was no way to know at the time how fate would intervene in its ruthless way, but in the meantime, we still had three beautiful years ahead of us.

The End

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The Wicked Sisters

Behind the closet door strange things happen. Come on, be honest. Wouldn’t you like to fuck your GF’s sisters? Horny sisters can be a strange breed.

&&&&&&&&&&

Lil and Tina are Jo’s older sisters who took pictures of me fucking Jo in their family home. Far from being upset, they demanded I fuck them anally and orally — something Jo would not do for me.

My daily routine had me finishing class at 3 PM or 4 PM Monday through Friday, then drive to Jo’s for dinner. The ride was only 15 minutes. Jo didn’t get home until 5:30 so I was alone fucking her sisters from between 1 to 2 hours. Yeah, it was good.

After a quick dinner, I left for work delivering pizzas until 11 PM. My sexual activity at the Ciccone’s increased to as many as six orgasms a night — my cock was not gonna survive. Tina and Lil had boyfriends but spent most of their free time plotting against Jo so they could fuck me, and told me as much.

Fucking the sisters in various nooks and crannies quickly left me exhausted by the time it came for my goodnight fuck with Jo. I actually declined Jo’s pussy several days in a row upsetting her to tears.

I learned she cried to her sisters telling them I didn’t love her anymore. They told her she was imagining things. Jo swore I had another lover but her sisters said they doubted I had any free time for another woman.

Lil’s and Tina’s fucking infatuation with my cock was the exact opposite of their behavior towards their boyfriends whom they informed that I was the alpha fucker in the house. This is the first I ever heard of the term ‘submissive’; it describes their boyfriends exactly.

Tina would only let Jim eat her pussy once a week while she told him how great my cock felt in her ass. As a treat she would give him a hand job every Wednesday escort sefaköy and then make him lick his cum off “Michael’s breasts”. She said he came hard when he heard her say, ‘Michael’s breasts’. After a few weeks she made Jim watch as I fucked her and planted my seed in her ass. Jim would then eat the cum from her ass and jerk off and cum on the floor. His face was a study in ecstasy.

Her sisters loved keeping my cock away from Jo and devised strategies to divert her attention while one sister was servicing my carnal needs. They kept up this sham all the time we dated. Lil said they actually planned to follow us on our honeymoon to keep my cock well exercised.

Lil dominated her fiancé Bernie like a drill sergeant abused the buck private. Poor Bernie was only allowed to eat her cunt and ass when she felt like it. He, too, had to listen as Lil described how she loved to deep-throat “Michael’s enormous” cock. Bernie was a cuckold-in-waiting and he loved to jerk off as Lil retold each detail of her blow-jobs on me. Soon he was watching as I fucked Lil’s mouth in her bedroom. His eyes were wide as he watched and jerked off.

When Bernie said anything that displeased her, Lil would have him get naked and sit in a small hall closet and jerk off until he collected a pint of his sperm in a cup.

It may have been fate intervening the day Tina asked Jim to get a board game from the hall closet. Jim opened the door and found Bernie sitting naked on a little stool frantically jerking off. Bernie told him the story of his punishment and quota. Jim retrieved the game and brought it back to Tina without saying a word.

Later that evening Jim and Tina were in her room and came to disagree on something minor. They had a tiff and Jim asked if escort bayan he “Should get in the closet with Bernie?”

Tina had no clue what he was talking about and went to the closet and found Bernie still jerking off with nearly a pint of semen in the cup. Tina told Jim to “Stay,” closed the door and hunted for Lil.

Lil was in her room with my cock in her throat when Tina came to the door. Lil waved her in and she gave me a wet kiss and let me grab her tit. I squeezed it hard because I knew Tina would become orgasmic and her face would flush. Tina grabbed my head and gave me a hard kiss and pulled away with a big smacking sound.

“Where’s Jo? she asked looking at me.

“She went to the store with your Mom. Then Lil said her throat was very dry and pulled me here.”

“Sis, what’s Bernie doing masturbating in the hall closet?”

“He was a bad boy so I made him call off work and sit in the closet.”

“What is he gonna do with his cum?”

“I haven’t decided whether to let him watch me drink it and give him a hard on; or make him drink it while I finger my cunt. I may even pour it on my boobs and have him lick me clean.”

“I think Jim would like to be punished the same way. Do you mind if he gets in the closet with Bernie?”

“No, I don’t mind.” replied Lil. “Maybe the cup will fill faster with two of them sharing the load.”

I was just trying to be a fly on the wall listening to the conversation and feeling very sorry for the guys.

“Don’t you dare tell Jo about this.” I pleaded.

Lil got up, and grabbed my cock and pulled me along to the closet door where Tina already had Jim stripping his clothes and handing them to her. We watched as Tina opened the door wordlessly and closed it behind Jim.

“That should occupy escort atakent them for a while, and you come with me.” she ordered taking my cock away from Lil and pulling me to her own bedroom. She laid her torso over the edge of her bed with her feet on the floor and said, “Fuck me.”

I was still hard from Lil’s unfinished blowjob and impaled her ass in one stroke.

She told me: “I’ll tell Jo if you don’t cum in me at least twice.”

Much later Jim and Bernie found us and showed us the full cup of cum. The sisters whispered to each other quietly and then sat me on the edge of the bed with my erect cock fully engorged. The girls got on all fours facing me and Lil handed the cup to Bernie.

“I want you to pour cum on my ass and lick it off. Give the cup to Jim and let him do the same to Tina. I want you both to keep pouring and licking until it’s all gone.”

I had a good view of the orgy performed on my cock while their boyfriends rimmed their asses and ate cum. I stayed hard for a long time before Jo and her Mom got home.

Jo’s family was surprised when Lil announced she and Bernie were going to elope. Everyone was happy for the couple who would be living in the 3rd floor apartment of the large Ciccone residence while her Dad made plans to build them a home near Great Notch.

Lil was pregnant but still had me fuck her ass every day right up until her delivery date. The only change was the location as she now had a private apartment for me to fuck her. Bernie was now allowed to watch me service his wife. She would allow her husband to suck cum out of her ass and ejaculate over her breasts and lick her clean again.

Little Alyssa was born eight months later. Bernie was no longer sent to the closet for punishment and was allowed to suckle Lil’s tits alongside their daughter.

Jim would help Bernie babysit Alyssa while Lil and Tina continued to romp with me.

A year has passed by and summer was coming. School had already ended and Tony offered me a carpentry job working on Lil’s new house. I couldn’t wait to see how this would affect my liaisons with Jo and her sisters.

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(I was challenged to write a story from the feminine point of view.)

He arrived just as I predicted he would. Ever since we became Instant Message buddies, he had been putty in my hands. It was easy for me to seduce him. He was already in an unhappy marriage to a total frigid bitch for years. Poor boy’s only climaxed thanks to those porn sites and more recently because of me. It didn’t take much. A few webcam sessions where he saw me pinch my nipples and I had him. Momma always told me I had wonderful bait.

Don’t judge me so harshly, gentle reader. I am not some Black Widow nor am I a home wrecker. I am simply a woman who doesn’t mind helping out a poor man once in a while if I am able. In my little town, I come across as the sweet woman who always volunteers for the local elementary school even though I have no kids to speak of. I am simply a helpful spirit and this night was to be no exception.

We agreed to not use our real names to ensure our anonymity especially if his poor excuse for a spouse decided to snoop in his computer. The motel was easy since it was located near the highway. His excuse for coming here was air tight since technically he was making a sales call to a big client. We agreed to meet at the room I reserved. I already came in first and laid out some items to help him relax. I knew in my naughtiest recesses of my mind that I had one night with him to blow his mind before he was on a flight back to that fat cow of his. I decided to dress in something easy to remove since I wasn’t planning on being clothed for long when he arrived. I wore a pink blouse that was just sheer enough for him to see my dark areolas through them. The skirt was a one button job. I escort yenibosna decided against panties for him.

As he neared the door, I instinctively looked around to see if anyone was watching. Even though he would be anonymous, I wouldn’t. No telling how the woman who played the church organ would look if someone knew what I was up to that night. He wore one of those waterproof fedoras over his head and a long black trench coat. As he edged near the door, I walked backwards into the room to allow him to enter. My movements were precision in action as he closed the door and I was already on my knees undoing his belt. He looked down and me and commanded me to stand so he could see me face to face before I did anything. I was in shock as I stood before I looked into his eyes. They were already wet with tears possibly because of what he knew we were going to do.

The first kiss was the ice breaker. My lips pressed against his for a while as our tongues tentatively snaked out and started to rub against each other while his hands dropped his coat down. I felt his rough hands pawing at my breasts through my blouse. My nipples were already hard when his fingers brushed against them before he withdrew from the kiss and began to unbutton it. As he pulled the shirt open, his mouth found my left breast and began to suck on the nub as his teeth bit it gently. My hands found his head and pulled it against my breast to show him that he found one of my secret spots. He started kissing over to the other side as I allowed the shirt to fall off my arms.

His grip then went to behind me along the side of my back as he pushed me against the bed bayan escort before I fell on it. As I fell back, I saw the icing style paint on the ceiling before I felt my pussy exposed to his ministrations I leaned up on my elbows to see his tongue sliding along my vagina. I took great care in the bath this afternoon ensuring that I was well trimmed since I knew he preferred a little hair versus the slutty totally shaved look. I could feel his lips gently parting me as his tongue burrowed in. He was definitely not the best of pussy eaters by self admission, but the feeling of his sheer bravado, his reckless abandon just to taste me was just what I wanted. I felt myself getting close.

I started to pull his face towards my pussy before I started cresting over the wave. As I recovered, I saw him look up at me with a grin before he stood and began to shed his tie, then his shirt and undershirt. As I saw from a previous session, he was no Adonis. Hs stomach had a line of hair from the navel towards his chest. As he reached for his belt, I scooted onto my knees still with my skirt on and started undoing his belt for him. I dropped his trousers to reveal his white briefs. Very unsexy on some guys, but I didn’t care about gift wrap at that point.

Soon, his briefs were down around his ankles and my right hand grasped his dick. I felt the precum already was seeping from the tip as my thumb began to rub it over the head. In my normal “help” sessions, I would take more time to worship the subject’s cock. I would measure it with my strokes as I readied myself to suck his essence out as fast as possible. This time, I was overcome too much with need. I plunged his dick straight escort kayaşehir down my throat to suck him as hard as I could. I felt him shake a bit as my throat seemed to open up for him. From watching him on cam, I knew he was a quick shot and I wanted his first shot done with quickly so the next two or three would be longer and more enjoyable for both of us. I wasn’t disappointed as I felt him tense a little. I removed his cock from my mouth and felt the shots erupt on my breasts. I just love the look of fresh man juice on my breasts. As he moved towards the bed, I showed him how much I loved his cum by licking a little off my breast before rubbing the creamy goo all over my breast.

We rested for a little while before I stood and dropped my skirt. This made us both naked and caused him to stiffen a little. I leaned over and took him into my mouth again and felt him stiffen more as I sucked. I used a gentler approach this time since I wanted him hard enough to take me the way I wanted. A good five minutes of sucking made his fuck stick nice and hard for my intentions.

I walked over to the chair in the room and turned it so I could lean over the back of it before I spread my legs apart. He responded like a good little puppy walking over and sliding his meat inside my pussy from behind. One hand found my right nipple and began to pinch it while my hand slid down to rub my clit. The feeling of my pussy being skewered by his dick made me wetter as my hands rubbed more and more. I felt a climax starting before he started pistoning in quicker. His cum filled my pussy as I felt a mini climax. I felt him pull out before I turned and took his dick into my mouth to sample the mix of him and me. We spent the rest of the night holding each other, fucking every time his dick hardened until early the next morning when I left him in the room jut to conceal my identity from the nosey people in town. After all, how much help could I give to other guys in need if the town thought of me as the slut I truly am?

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Friday and Saturday’s events were fresh on my mind as I woke up next to Courtney Sunday morning. It was such a phenomenon to me – seeing my beautiful, angelic fiancée sleeping peacefully next to me, looking as innocent as could be, but at the same time knowing how slutty she had been the last couple of days, swallowing mine and our landlord’s loads and even fucking her while she sucked his dick. Thinking of this of course made me unbearably hard, and so I put my arm around her as we spooned to pull her closer, gently nuzzling her neck to wake her up. As she started to wake, I grabbed her hip and rubbed up and down her thigh, moving closer to her pussy. She gradually became more awake and as horny as me, her pussy becoming wetter. I kissed her from her neck down to her sensitive nipples, then down her tight stomach and to her pussy where she gladly welcomed me with open legs and a gasp as my tongue flicked against her pussy and tasted her sweet wetness. She moaned as I lapped at her pussy, grabbing her perfect breasts and pinching her nipples. Her hand moved to my wrist and gripped it hard and she arched her back and let out one last loud moan before shuddering into a blissful orgasm.

“Mmm that was a good morning,” she purred.

I moved back up to lay next to her and gave her a kiss, and she moved down to return the favor for me, eagerly taking my cock into her mouth and taking it all the way to the base. After only a couple times taking my whole length, I erupted down her throat, of course with the help of again envisioning the previous night’s events of her sucking Chris’ big fat cock while I fucked her from behind.

“Yes it is a good morning!” I joked. Courtney moved up and we cuddled in bed, sharing the post-orgasm relaxation. “I woke up hornier than usual,” I informed my fiancée.

“Yeah I could tell, you got me going pretty fast too. Last night was pretty crazy, huh?”

“I sure was a surprise waking up to you and Chris. Not a bad surprise though,” I confessed. “It got me really hard, and that was really hot fucking you while you sucked him.”

“Mmmm I liked it too. A lot. It was hot being filled from both ends. I never thought this would turn me on so much but it does.”

“Believe me, me either!” I exclaimed. “I thought you’d be repulsed by Chris. I mean, he’s not exactly in the best shape or the best looking.”

“I know. He’s fat. A lot older than me. And just sloppy. But something about that makes it naughtier and turns me on more,” Courtney admitted.

“I think I know what you mean. This whole scenario is so forbidden that it turns me on even more. And knowing that he must love being with such a young, gorgeous, sexy girl like you,” I complimented her. “He’s probably never been with anyone like you, and especially now with him being all old and fat.”

“Thanks baby. Yeah something about it just makes me horny. I feel like I should be repulsed, but I don’t know. He’s bossy and I like that, and his cock. Oh my god, I’ve never seen one that big! I never would have expected that on him!”

“Haha I still don’t know how you get it down your throat, he’s like twice my size.”

“I just try to concentrate on making him feel good,” she explained, which sent a surge through my dick and got me thinking.

“I wonder why he’s not here now. I thought he’d be here when we woke up, or I’d wake up to you two like last night.”

“Maybe he’s busy?”

“Yeah, maybe… Why don’t you go down to his room and see if he’s there?”

“You really want me to?” she asked me.

“Yeah” I said with a dry throat. “Do you want to?”

“Mhmm,” she purred. I reached down to her pussy and could feel her pussy still soaking wet. Obviously she did want to.

“Get dressed and then let me know how it goes whenever you get back,” I told her and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be waiting here.”

With that, I watched as my beautiful blonde fiancée got dressed for the day. She quickly threw on some yoga pants and a top and straightened her hair before putting it into a ponytail. She told me she’d be right back and gave me a kiss before heading out the door. I lay in bed, wondering if Chris was even home or not. After waiting five minutes and Courtney not returning, I figured he must be home and wanted the company. My mind was racing just imagining what was happening, and I started to jerk off picturing Courtney on her knees for our landlord. I blew my load on my stomach, and then waited for her to return. I waited for about 15 more minutes until I drifted back to sleep.

I woke up when I heard the sound of our door closing, and Courtney walked in the room. Her hair was disheveled and her mascara was a little smeared. I looked at the clock and she had been gone for about two hours, which was much longer than I had thought she’d be gone. Courtney removed her clothes as she got closer to the bed, revealing bite marks over her perfect tanned breasts, and red hand prints on her ass. She got in bed next to me under the covers and immediately began kissing me. escort arnavutköy

“I need fucked hard, baby,” she begged.

“Mmmm tell me what happened,” I ordered her.

“I knocked on his door and he was surprised to see me there, but he welcomed me in. He asked what I needed and I just started taking off my clothes and got on my knees in front of him and pulled down his sweatpants and started sucking his huge dick. It was pretty hot surprising him like that and I could feel my pussy getting wet.” Courtney started stroking my hardening dick while she continued. “I gave him head for about 15 minutes before he pulled out and came all over my face and tits, and they were covered. I don’t know how he cums so much. I asked him if he liked the surprise and he said he loved it, and I started to get my clothes to leave and come back to you, but he told me to stay. He had me fix him breakfast and clean up around his place naked, and then had me give him head again while he did some work and talked on the phone with some potential renters. In between doing work, he’d occasionally slap my ass really hard, or pull me up and suck on my titties and finger me. I was so horny that I orgasmed when he started fingering me and he kept calling me dirty names and made me keep sucking him. After he came the second time, in my mouth, he said I could leave because he was going out, but he’d stop in later. Oh yeah, he also asked if you had work and I told him that you do at 6pm, and he said he’d probably be stopping in sometime around then. I’m excited, his cock is so big and he cums so much. I can’t get enough of it. Now fuck me baby, I REALLY need it!”

Needless to say, I was rock hard by this point, and she climbed on top of me and easily impaled herself on my dick. Apparently recounting her story made her incredibly horny as well as she was soaking wet and was able to take it all in one stroke. She rode my dick with such enthusiasm that, coupled with her retelling of what happened earlier, I came in just five minutes, even though I had already cum twice before. I embarrassedly apologized, and made it up to her by flipping her on her back and eating her out until she came with a violent orgasm.

We relaxed the rest of the day until I had to get ready for work. I kissed her goodbye and told her to have fun, knowing Chris would be stopping over shortly. Work again seemed to take forever, and I eagerly rushed back to the apartment when I clocked out. Chris and Courtney were both on the couch naked, playing cards and taking shots of liquor. They both seemed to be in good spirits and greeted me as I came in.

“Come join us, James!” Chris offered. Before I couldn’t stand him, and he always seemed so morose, but he was cheerful as of late, and I can guess why. He was a lot more likable now though; he didn’t just scowl when passing in the hallways, and we’d actually greet each other. I joined them and we half-heartedly played poker, focusing more on drinking and conversing. It did seem a little strange, my fiancée and my much older landlord sitting comfortably naked next to each other, as if it was normal. But the alcohol loosened me up too, and we were all having a good time. Chris shared some stories of horrible tenants he’s had in the past, which actually made me understand where he was coming from when he first gave us the ultimatum. I saw Chris in a different light, and we got along, which I thought wouldn’t ever happened. Courtney must have really sparked a fire in him and brightened him up.

“You know James, Courtney told me that it was your idea for her to come down and surprise me this morning. So, er..thanks.”

It sure was a change hearing Chris use manners. “Yeah, I figured you’d like that. And she was pretty horny this morning so I knew she’d enjoy it too,” I explained, glancing over to Courtney who blushed.

By 1am, we were all pretty drunk and slurring our words. I was surprised Court had stayed up this late and gotten so drunk since she had class in the morning, but I didn’t want to ruin a good night by bringing it up. Chris, still sitting next to Courtney, grabbed her breast and told me, “You’re a lucky guy James. You got a sexy slut for a girlfriend.”

“She’s been real slutty lately, haven’t you babe?” I directed toward her.

Courtney was drunker than both of us and just nodded with her eyes closed and her head leaned back. “Mmmmmhhmmmm. I loooovee taking care of my mennn,” she slurred. Without being directed, she grabbed Chris’ big cock and started stroking it to hardness. I got up and walked in front of her and offered my dick to her mouth, which she greedily accepted. I could see her pussy glistening with wetness so I got behind her on the couch and had her arch her ass up. Chris scooted back on the couch and lay back. I sank deep into her wet pussy and she moaned then started bobbing up and down on Chris’ fat dick.

I fucked her like that for about 20 minutes, eventually cumming inside her right as she istanbul escort kızları had her orgasm. Chris still had yet to cum, and in my post-orgasm state with the alcohol taking its toll on me, I sank down into the couch opposite them and watched as Courtney worked to make him cum. Finally Chris bucked his hips and emptied his load into her mouth, which turned out to be the fifth load of the day that he gave her. I found out later that while I was at work, she had blown him twice. We all drifted off into a deep sleep.

I was the first to awaken, feeling the terrible hangover. I looked toward the opposite couch and Courtney was lying on Chris’ big chest, which was a strange sight to see. Up until then, I had only seen her doing sexual acts with him. Now I was looking at her sleeping peacefully on his massive frame, which dwarfed hers. I made some coffee for us all, and woke them up when it was ready. Chris thanked us for the coffee and for the fun before parting.

“See ya,” he said to me, and then kissed Courtney goodbye.

“How’re you feeling, hun?” I asked my stunning fiancée.

“Like shit,” she groaned. “You?”

“Same. Maybe you should just skip class today and nurse the hangover. I know that’s what I’ll be doing before work tonight.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” she chuckled.

The rest of Monday was uneventful. We stayed in bed for most of the day, taking naps and Advil every couple of hours. When I came back from work that night I was kind of surprised, and admittedly a little disappointed, to find out that Chris had not visited. I figured he must have been sleeping off his hangover too. Court and I made love gently that night before falling asleep. Tuesday through Thursday we were back to our normal selves, and the routine picked up where it left off. Courtney and I fucked like rabbits, and Chris stopped over frequently for some oral relief. Wednesday and Thursday morning Courtney visited Chris and gave him a proper ‘goodmorning’ before coming back and riding me while telling me about it. Thursday night he spent the night again, knowing it was his last night before I got my paycheck and paid him back. I lost count of how many times she swallowed Chris’ load or took it all over her face and chest those last couple of days. Our sex life was through the roof and I was reaping all the benefits of Court taking care of our landlord’s needs.

However, Friday soon arrived. I stopped in at work to collect my paycheck and there was enough money in it to pay the rent for last month and this month. I cashed it, and stopped at Chris’ room on the way back to ours.

“Hey Chris, here’s the payment for last month and this month. Um..thanks for giving us a little time..” I awkwardly said to him as I handed over the envelope with the payments.

“Yeah, no problem..” he responded.

“See you around,” I said as I left his room. I made my way back to my apartment and found Courtney on the couch reading her textbook.

“Hey babe, I just paid back Chris, so we’re all good on our debt.”

“Oh, great!” she replied, but something seemed a little off in her response, as if she feigned excitement.

I admit, I too wasn’t as thrilled as I had imagined I’d be a week ago. Everything was so exciting and wild. But it was for the best. We were getting married in some months, after all. Life was back to normal.

However, the next couple of days seemed a little different, as if something were missing. I thought maybe with school on her mind, Courtney was a little stressed. We still had sex, but it wasn’t as electrifying as before. Our sex life was still healthy, but it was lessened from what it just was. Courtney hadn’t orgasmed from me fucking her since the last time with Chris, and I felt I was just not cutting it.

Friday evening, a week after we had paid our dues, I called down to Chris’ room. Besides passing him in the hallway for short greetings, this was the first time we really talked.

“Hey Chris, it’s James.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you come up here and take a look at the window? It’s not shutting all the way. It’s letting cold air in.”

“I’ll be up in a minute,” he responded.

About five minutes after I hung up, Chris knocked on the door and I let him in.

“Which one?” he asked me. I pointed to the one in the living room. He walked over to it and studied it for a second before turning back around and facing me. “What’s wrong with it? It’s closed, there’s no air coming in.”

Just then, Courtney came out of the bedroom in her sexy lingerie; decked in stockings and a tight nighty.

“Hey daddy, I’ve missed you,” she purred at him with a sultry tone.

Chris looked to me as if to question what was going on, but I cut in before he could answer.

“We talked last night, and we both think that as oddly as it sounds, our sex life was better when you had your visits with Court. And she wants to keep seeing you. Also, we’re okay with you going further with escort bahçeşehir her than just oral. I don’t need to mention that it’s obvious you’re a lot bigger than me, and I haven’t been able to make her cum or last as long as I wish, so maybe you could help out. If you want, of course.”

The expression on Chris’ face looked like he had just hit the lottery. He composed himself and replied, “Fuck yeah. Come here you little slut, I missed you too.”

Courtney went over to him and they made out for a couple minutes, and I could see Courtney was getting really into it. She really must have missed servicing our old fat landlord. And no doubt she was excited and nervous to experience what it felt like to have him inside of her; the only other person beside me to do so. I was very excited and nervous as well. We moved to the bed and Courtney sucked on his fat dick while he lay on his back, and I got in between her legs and lapped at her already-wet pussy to get her ready. Once Chris was nice and hard, Court stopped sucking him and then got up and straddled him, resting her hands on his big belly. It was the point of no return. Using one hand behind her, she grabbed hold of his monstrous dick, and guided it to the opening of her hovering pussy. I switched my gaze between her face and her pussy, watching in amazement as she slowly lowered herself on his huge cock, impaling herself. The look on her face was what really got me; her eyes were closed and she had an expression as if it were the first time she were being fucked.

There was a hint of pain, but mostly pleasure as she went deeper and deeper on his big, thick cock. Moans and short breaths were escaping her mouth as she finally lowered herself completely on his massive member. She rested on the base for a while, and then placed her hands on his big belly and retracted her pussy, coming all the way back up until the head. I watched in amazement and wondered how she could fit that huge thing in her tight little pussy. She lowered herself all the way back down, a little faster this time, and this repeated until she got into a rhythm. Not even two minutes later, she was slamming her pussy down on his cock and cried out in the loudest orgasm I’d ever heard. I was jerking off watching my sexy blonde fiancée riding this old fat mans big cock, and erupted in a massive orgasm that coincided with hers, covering my stomach and hand with my cum.

After she came down from her orgasm, she lowered her body onto Chris’ and he grabbed the back of her head and made out with her while she moved her hips up and down on his cock. In no time, I was hard again watching them in action. Chris grabbed onto her and flipped her over in one motion, remaining inside of her. His massive body covered her tiny frame, completely hiding her from view except for her arms and legs wrapped around his torso as he pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. After she came again, they switched positions and she got on her hands and knees facing me and he got behind her, holding up his belly and placing it on her ass as he entered her from behind.

“Fuck yeah daddy. Fuck your little girl. I missed your big cock. Oh!”

Chris slapped her ass intermittently. “You just couldn’t stay away from my big cock, could you?”

“No, it’s all I kept thinking about. I couldn’t wait to have it back in my mouth and feel it in my pussy.”

“Show him what a slut you are,” I encouraged her while moving up and offering my dick to her hungry mouth.

“Mmmpphhh,” she moaned onto me while getting fucked hard by Chris, only taking her mouth off my dick to talk. “You fuck me so good daddy, I want to make you cum. I want to make you both cum!” She put her mouth back on my dick. Every time Chris pounded into her, it propelled her forward and my dick slid down her throat.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum in your tight little pussy. You want it, whore?” Chris grunted.

“Yeah give me your cum! Cum in your little slut!” she urged.

All three of us seemingly came simultaneously. My first spurt filled her mouth, but her orgasm caused her to release my dick and so my next three spurts covered her face, and Chris filled her pussy up with his cum. After we had all come down, Chris sat back, plopping his softening cock from her pussy. She turned around and said “Let me clean you off,” then plunged down and sucked his dick. With her ass now facing me and her back arched, I could see just how much Chris filled her up. Her pussy was gaping from his fat cock, and it was absolutely leaking with cum. Seeing this made my dick refuse to go down, and I scooted behind her and sank my dick into her slippery pussy. I slid in all the way easily, and could feel her pussy wasn’t as tight as I was accustomed. My loving fiancée continued bobbing up and down on Chris until he was hard again. I watched her sexy little tan body and blonde head move up and down on his shaft while I pounded into her from behind, wondering if she really even felt me.

Nevertheless, this previously unknown sensation of a slippery pussy got the best of me and I was emptying myself inside her soon, adding my cum to Chris’.

“Let me feel that little pussy again. C’mere back on my dick,” Chris ordered her after I fell back. I watched my sexy blonde fiancée ride his dick again to orgasm, and then make out with him until he came for the second time inside of her.

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The weather has been unseasonably warm for the past several weeks, so I have the travel trailer out of storage and on the road again. Unfortunately, none of my lady friends can get away with me, I am the Lone Ranger.

My first RV adventure of 2018 has me headed up Highway 1 to Morro Bay, home of that big rock. I pulled into Morro Dunes RV Park just after two and was lucky enough to snag a spot next to the dunes, within walking distance of Morro Creek. Several eyes watched me get settled, mostly retired folks enjoying a carefree day in the sun.

In no time the slide and awning are rolled out and the water and electric lines are connected. I enjoyed a healthy salad and some fruit for lunch before walking around the RV Park and sand dunes. The park appears to be just over half full. Most of the rigs are fifth-wheels, and tower over my little 25-footer. Many have temporary front yards consisting of fake grass, white picket fences and the ubiquitous signs identifying the occupants. People like Fred and Harriet; Martha and Frank; also, the Dillards from Wisconsin. Every RV’er of a certain generation loves to identify themselves to the world.

I stroll through the grounds and share greetings with several people. A private gate leads to the sand dunes, so I walk along the dunes for the better part of an hour before returning to my home away from home. This first night is rather quiet, which suits me fine. I prefer to unwind after towing my rig for several hours. After dinner I pop a DVD into the player and nod off halfway through the movie.

The sun rises early the next morning and so do I. I’m refreshed and ready to see what is in store for the day. I have my bicycle with me; I plan to ride several miles around town and along the beachfront. I’ve gotten into a routine of biking around the Bob Jones Bike Trail at home with a special lady. It’s been good for my body and soul. I plan to continue riding wherever I go.

After a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs to start my day, I set out for an extended bike tour around Morro Bay. I pedal along Embarcadero down to the Maritime Museum and ride as far as the Morro Bay Aquarium before heading back. The sun is high overhead, the sky is blue, and a gentle breeze blows through the RV Park. After lunch, I change into cargo shorts and flip-flops for another walk around the park.

Many folks are outside soaking up the rays, all dressed for warm weather; men sporting white knee-high socks and ladies in oversized hats fluttering in the breeze. Around the bend from my trailer, I spot two ladies lounging in front of a huge fifth-wheeler. This thing is massive and is owned by Helen and Walt, if the sign outside is correct.

I smile and wave to my neighbors, “Hello ladies, it’s a lovely day, don’t you think.”

“It doesn’t get much better than this.”

I couldn’t agree more. As I walk by their space, the other gal shouts, “Come join us for coffee and Danish. We have plenty and would love the company.”

I stop dead in my tracks and look over in time to see the other lady shushing her friend and looking like she doesn’t want the company. I’m intrigued; I turn back and step into their RV space. There are two empty chairs, so I sit down and make myself at home.

“Well hello ladies, which one of you is Helen?”

The lady doing the shushing turns out to be Helen.

I turn to the lady who invited me and inquire as to her name.

“I’m Harriet, that’s my trailer over there.” Harriet points to a space two doors down and across the road. My eyes widen, as her coach is even bigger than Helen’s.

“My oh my ladies, you certainly travel in style. Well it’s nice to meet you both, Helen and Harriet. It sounds like I could get into double trouble around here.”

“Well you just might. And who are you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Rob. I have that little 25-foot travel trailer back around the bend. I’m up from Pismo Beach for a few days.”

Both ladies welcome me to the park and Helen offers me a cup of joe, which I gladly accept. Harriet hands me a Danish while giving me the once over. H and H are wearing big floppy hats and sun glasses. I give them the once over as well. They are looking mighty fine in white shorts, halter tops and sandals.

“I love the big floppy hats, are you sisters?”

Helen responds, “Just good friends and traveling buddies. Our husbands have known each other since childhood.”

I inquire about their hubbies and they both have that look of disdain.

Harriet adds, “Well, when we see them, they are usually drinking beer and smoking cigars. But most of the time they are out on the boat fishing all day. Once we get settled into an RV Park, they are off together, and we rarely see them during the day. It’s OK, Helen and I have fun together. You know the old saying, When the cats are away.”

I look at Helen and she has a big grin on her face. I wonder what these two ladies have in mind. I would love to find out, so I ask a lot of questions and offer a lot of information of my own. I tell them escort mecidiyeköy about my hobbies with biking and walking and camping.

Helen relates, “We love camping in Pismo Beach, right there at the Pismo Coast Village RV Park. Hey Rob, do you ever go up to Avila Beach? Harriet and I love that beach. When the boys are out fishing, we’ll spend the day sunning ourselves and walking along the shore.”

“Yes, I do. That’s my favorite beach as well.”

Harriet adds, “We love those big rocks at the far end of the beach.”

I think to myself, that’s way over in the clothing-optional section. I wonder if these two lovely ladies get naked.

“Yes, Helen and I love watching all those naked men.”

“Stop Harriet. Rob doesn’t want to hear all about our twisted adventures.”

“No worries here, ladies. I love to know that age hasn’t dismissed our desires. I’m still going strong myself at sixty.”

That made us all laugh. Harriet winks at Helen. The three of us continue to bask in the warm sun, enjoying coffee and conversation. Harriet is the first to make a move to end our afternoon gathering.

“Well, I have a sink full of dishes to clean. Fred left a pile before heading out to fish. I swear, men never clean up after themselves.”

I clear my throat at that comment. Harriet smiles at me, “Well, most men.”

“Rob, it was very nice to meet you. I hope we see more of you this week. Helen, don’t keep Rob all to yourself.”

As Harriet walks away, Helen turns to me, “Speaking of men who are more interested in fishing than anything else, would you mind helping me fix a problem with my shower? There’s a leak in the line and Walt refuses to fix it. He says we’re in the shower and get wet anyway, so what’s the big deal.”

“I’d be happy to look at it.”

We stand and head into Helen’s trailer. I realize she is a short little thing, she couldn’t be more than five-foot four. She has slender legs but fills out her halter quite nicely. Small in stature, but with a healthy bust. She leads the way and I follow. I’m blown away by the interior. The kitchen area is large and has all chrome appliances. The bed is a king. There is even a rocker-recliner parked in front of a fifty-five-inch flat screen.

“Helen, this is gorgeous. It has all the comforts of home and then some.”

“We spend a fair amount of time on the road. Now, if only I had a working shower, I’d be a little happier.”

The large shower has room for two. Helen shows me the problem first hand. A new clamp is needed where the hose attaches to the shower head and I explain that it doesn’t have enough force to keep the water from leaking.

“I think I can fix this in a jiffy. It looks like a new hose clamp is in order. Let me get my toolbox from my trailer and I’ll have you back showering in a jiffy.”

“Well if you can fix it, a piece of apple pie and ice cream are in your future.”

I return with a new clamp and repair the leak in minutes. I invite Helen to test the fix. A twist of the dial and no leak, unfortunately, the nozzle was aimed directly at my shorts and soak my crotch before Helen can shut it off. We both erupt in a fit of laughter.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Rob that was not intended. We should get you out of these wet shorts. Let me get a pair of Walt’s shorts for you.”

Helen’s hand trails down to my waist band. She unfastens the button on my shorts and pulls down the zipper. Her hand reaches in and grips my cock. Her slim fingers wrap around my shaft as I harden within her grasp. My cock inflates to a full erection and my thickness is too much for her slender fingers.

“Oh Baby!” she whispers. “This is more than I hoped for.”

“What about Walt, what if he comes back early?”

“Don’t worry about that. He and Fred are probably on their third six-pack by now, fourth, if the fishing is lousy. They won’t be back until after sundown. Now stand still, I want some cock.”

Helen drops to her knees; her eyes are wide, and her mouth opens forming a perfect O. Her lips are so appealing that I thrust my hips involuntarily. Helen responds by flicking out her tongue and licking the underside of my cock. Her lips engulf my spongy glans and her tongue slathers her saliva all over it. She pushes my shorts down and I kick them away. She holds my shaft and stuffs as much as she can into her mouth. Helen cups my balls with her free hand.

Her mouth makes slurping sounds as she struggles to get more cock. She pops it out and looks directly into my eyes with a wanton look. She dives back down and sucks me even deeper into her mouth. As she attempts to deep throat me, she reaches behind her and unfastens the knot holding her halter top. It falls to the floor revealing her large, round mature tits. I reach down and grab her boobs as she strokes my length. They are heavy and full.

“I love your big tits.”

“Oh, a boob man. Good. I’m sorry you couldn’t have seen them thirty years ago, before my nipples turned istanbul escort bayan south and I added a few pounds. Walt couldn’t keep his hands off them. Now, he’d rather fish all day, his loss.”

“So, there’s a little sag, so what. Those pink nipples are begging to be sucked.”

Helen cups her left boob and slaps my cock against her nipple several times. She rubs my dick all around both breasts and nipples. My pre-cum and her saliva leave a shiny trail across her smooth flesh.

I’m as hard as I’ve ever been. Helen jacks my shaft with her right hand and wraps her lips around my prick for more sucking. She moans, grunts and slurps as she forces as much of me into her mouth as she can.

“Now, that’s what’s I’m talking about. Rob, you have a beautiful big cock. I’m enjoying this.”

I pinch her erect nipples and lift her tits. They flop down, and they wiggle and jiggle. She continues to stroke my cock with a very tight grip.

“Rob, I love how you shave your balls and this landing strip above your cock is awfully cute. Are you ready to join me on the bed?”

“I would love to, but first I want to eat your pussy. I want a taste of that lovely area between your thighs.”

“Oh lord, I can’t tell you the last time a man licked my lady bits. I hope you don’t mind all the fuzz. Please enjoy.”

Helen moves to the bed and lays down, her huge boobs flop to either side. She slides her fingers through the dense patch of curly gray hair. They get lost in the thick jungle as I prepare to feast on her cunt. I dive into the thick mop and use my tongue to search out her inner labia.

Helen spreads her legs and I press my face against her puffy lips. Her inner thighs are covered with hair and tickle my cheeks as I lick her slit from bottom to top. She tastes delicious.

I run my hands along her thighs and play with her fur. Once again, I’m in pussy heaven. I drill my tongue deep within her wet folds and separate her labia. A sweet wetness forms inside. As I continue to eat out my new friend, there is a knock on the trailer door and it flings open. I nearly have a heart attack thinking Walt has come back early, and here I am with my face buried between his wife’s legs.

“I see you are starting without me.”

Helen and I both look in that direction and see Harriet with a huge grin on her face. She moves closer and slaps my ass.

“Helen, I think we have a winner here.”

“You don’t need to tell me that, his tongue has been in my pussy for ten minutes now.”

“Hey Rob, what do you think about her hairy honeypot? Have you found her clit beneath all those curls? She has the biggest clit, I’ve ever sucked. It’s the size of a small thumb and very sensitive. You’ll have her cuming in no time.”

It doesn’t hit me right away because I am so focused on Helen’s pleasure. But then I realize what she is saying. She and Helen are lovers. I use my fingers to spread Helen’s outer lips, as I search for her clitoris through all the hair. I move my tongue deeper into her hot flesh and lick along her slit. I feel Helen’s pearl emerge and flick it several times. My lips wrap around the hard nub. Oh, my gawd, Harriet is right, her clit is huge. I suck hard and Helen moans her approval. She puts her hands on the top of my head and presses my face into her cunt.

I concentrate on her clit, hoping to take her over the edge. In a matter of moments Helen shrieks and her body spasms as my mouth is filled with sweet juices. Her cum covers my face and my lips stay pressed to her clitoris while her hips push up from the mattress. I hold her ass through the entire wild ride, until her pussy becomes too sensitive and she pushes me away.

“Oh gawd, that’s enough. Too sensitive, too sensitive.”

Harriet, kneeling next to me, grabs my head. She presses her lips against mine and drives her tongue into my mouth. She licks my cheeks and chin, lapping up her friend’s cum.

“I love Helen’s cum, don’t you? I can never get enough. You seem to have a very talented tongue.”

I kneel there with a silly grin, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.

“I’ve been trying to get her to shave that jungle for years. When you’re ready for a nice, smooth pussy to love, I’ll remove my thong.”

Harriet reaches down and grabs my erect cock. She strokes my shaft just like Helen did.

“Helen, look at this nice thick cock, and shaved too. So, Rob, do you think you have enough for two old ladies?”

Harriet doesn’t wait for my answer, instead she pushes me onto my back and takes my cock into her mouth. She sucks several inches while she strokes my shaft with a tight grip.

“It’s been several years since I’ve had a cock this big.”

Harriet licks my shaft and sucks my balls for several minutes. My cock throbs.

“Helen, are you ready for Rob’s thick cock.”

“Yes, I am, I want it now. My pussy is so wet; he knows how to get a lady started.”

Harriet stands and pulls me up. I move onto the bed and crawl on top of escort taksim Helen between her spread legs. She grabs my shaft and rubs it along her wet slit. She positions my tip along her pink lips and I slide in. I disappear within the thick bush and feel her heat. We are joined as one and look deep into each other’s soul. I hold still savoring the moment as our lips touch and engage in a long drawn out kiss.

Harriet disrobes and climbs on the bed. She reaches over and grabs Helen’s right boob with both hands, sucking the pink nipple. Helen strokes Harriet’s smooth pussy while I continue to slowly pump into Helen.

I watch the ladies enjoy each other. Harriet’s stature is very similar to Helen, although she is slightly taller. Her breasts are just as big, but with very pale areole and small nipples. When she gets excited, they poke out like little erasers on top of a pencil. Her pussy is bald and smooth. Her pink labia hang low from within her puffy folds. I can’t wait to suck on those tasty flaps.

Harriet beckons, “Rob, I want you inside me. I’m sure Helen won’t mind, will you honey?”

“You can have him for a few minutes, but I want him back. His cock feels so good, he’s a natural.”

Helen and Harriet continue talking as if I’m not in the room. Harriet rolls onto her back and spreads her thighs. Her pink gash opens and is ready for me. This is a new sensation, going from one pussy to another in mid stroke. I pull out of Helen and slide over on top of Harriet. Her flat stomach and soft tits provide a nice cushion as I enter her cunt.

“Wow Harriet, he slid right in, you must be well lubricated.”

“I’ve been waiting for this since our coffee time, my juices have been flowing all afternoon. Gawd Rob, your cock feels good. Keep it up.”

“Gee Harriet, now you know what a nice big, thick cock feels like. Too bad Fred can’t see you now.”

“Yeah right, and Walt has the world’s largest cock.”

“Ladies, ladies, I’m still here.”

“Yes, you are, now keep fucking me. It feels so good, so deep. Helen how lucky are we to have this stud right now.”

This scene has taken a bizarre turn. Two ladies having a conversation as if we are at a garden party while I stroke my cock in and out of a tight pussy. I decide to take control and change things up. I pull away from Harriet and slide down replacing my cock with my mouth. I bury my head between her plump thighs and suck on her pink inner flaps. She is really wet and tastes good. Her juices have been stirred up with my cock. Harriet lets out a soft moan as I lick her mound. She feels the jolts of pleasure.

“Oh my, that’s quite a move Rob. Wow, suck my slick cunt, yeah, that’s it.”

I inch closer to her hard clit and feel it throb. My fingers search for Harriet’s G-spot. She aches for my touch. Harriet’s back arches up and her hips press against my face as my fingers continue to stroke.

“Oh, I love your magic fingers.”

Harriet’s opening pulses capturing my digits and spreading her wetness. I lick her smooth mound and then press against her hard pearl again, sucking the nub between my lips. My tongue applies more pressure and my fingers keep thrusting into her opening. Harriet approaches climax.

“Yes, that’s it, I’m almost there. Gawd you feel good.”

A tidal wave of pleasure builds, and Harriet rides it out. Waves of ecstasy roll through her body. Her pussy contracts and captures my fingers, holding my hand in place. Harriet groans out loud and releases her pent-up desire. Her juices flood my hand and face. I love her sweetness.

Helen leans over to kiss Harriet, mashing their big tits together. Their tongues flail as my tongue laps up the cum. Harriet wraps her legs around my head and holds me tight to her flesh. I can’t move for several moments but feel her thighs quiver and her body shake.

When she settles, both ladies look at me with devilish grins. I believe they have more plans for me.

“OK Rob, we think it’s time for your orgasm. We want your cum, and lots of it. Come lay between us.”

I’m in for a treat as I slide between the ladies and lay on my back. But, not before I share lingering kisses with both. They taste their combined juices on my tongue and in my mouth.

My cock is rock hard, realizing I just fucked both ladies and got them off with a little pussy munching. Now for my reward. Helen grabs my shaft and squeezes. Harriet places her hand on top of Helen’s and helps her stroke.

Helen squeezes my balls while simultaneously stroking the tip of my cock in a tight circle. She senses my cum stirring in my balls, and changes her technique to keep me from cumming. Helen clasps her hands together and slides her hands up and down, stopping each time before she reaches my tip.

“I can’t believe how hard you get Rob. I want to stroke this cock all day long”

Harriet adds, “You’re going to bring this hard cock to my trailer tomorrow morning. Helen and I are going to enjoy you all week long.”

Four eyes feast on my smooth erection, they look at my shaved balls, and the inch-wide landing strip leading up to my belly. Helen’s hand surrounds my cock, seven long inches of circumcised hardness, topped by an angry purple mushroom threatening to jettison a mouthful of creamy, sticky semen skyward. She squeezes my shaft tighter than a metal vice and pumps with all her might.

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Katelynn is one of my most favorite Co-Workers. She is such a beautiful young woman who has the looks of an angel.

Katelynn is a pencil thin blonde nineteen year old with a soft timid voice that is barely audible.

I don’t think she weighs any less then ninety eight pounds, but definitely no more than one hundred one pounds. She is so timid and frail looking, one might feel they’d break her just by looking at her.

She is rail thin, and only has a small pair of mosquito bite sized tits.

When you talk to Katelynn you almost have to strain to hear her because her voice is so soft.

As with most of my Co-Workers, Every time Katelynn and I worked together I’d always mess around with her. I’d throw pieces of paper at her, point up to the ceiling and make her look at something that isn’t there, and tell her jokes all the time.

In general, I was always flirting with her.

I don’t think I’d ever have a chance in the world with her but I can say this.

Every time I would work with her and we’d be standing face to face talking to each other, I’d always see her eyes moving down to my crotch and quickly back up again as if she were ‘sizing me up.’

I don’t really know if that was what she was looking at, but there is nothing else that she could have been looking at.

It took me a long time to feel comfortable enough to talk dirty with Katelynn, and even after I started it was more like I was telling her a dirty story rather than directing anything toward her.

I knew that Katelynn was a church going girl, but I also knew that she wasn’t completely innocent either. She told me about how her boyfriend worked at an adult escort esenler video and novelty store, and she told me about how she’d go there and see him while he was working.

She never told me if her boyfriend ever bought her anything from there, but I know that if she was my girlfriend, and I worked there, I’d buy her something.

I recently told Katelynn about something that happened to me one day while I was at work.

There was two women in my line. The one woman I’ve seen in the store on a few occasions but she wasn’t one of our regulars. The woman with her I assumed was her friend.

As they were in my line, I heard the Friend say something along the lines of;

“Maybe he’ll die of AIDS, and you won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

The woman I knew looked up at me and said;

“Don’t worry, we don’t normally talk bad about people, but I just found out that my Husband is a sex addict, and belongs to a swingers club.”

Not only did I hear that, but other customers and Co-Workers heard her say it too.

When I told Katelynn about what happened a few days later, she proceeded to tell me a story of her own.

She told me about how she was visiting her boyfriend at the adult store when one of the store’s regulars came in.

Katelynn told me that the customer told her and her boyfriend that he was hosting a swingers party and invited her and her boyfriend.

She told the guy that they weren’t interested and the guy simply went about his business.

I would always check Katelynn out while I worked with her. She was too beautiful not to.

She would bayan escort istanbul always wear tight pants to work but more often than not the smock she’d wear always covered everything up.

One night in the fall of 2013, I was walking with all of my other Co-workers to the front of the store after closing. My manager and Katelynn were behind me at first, but Katelynn squeezed by me and I immediately became turned on.

She was wearing a very tight pair of black yoga pants with hot pink stripes down the center of each leg. Her little ass looked so fucking good that I literally had to put my hands in my coat pockets to prevent myself from reach out and squeezing it.

Her ass was so fucking nice looking, my hands grew a mind of their own, but my real mind knew to do the right thing.

Another day, Katelynn was off, but her, her boyfriend and one of his friends came into the store. I was working my the register that I’d normally work at when I saw them come in.

The three of them walked up the isle way closest to the door and about two or three minutes later they come walking back. As Katelynn neared I secretly check her out as I would normally.

My line was empty so the three of them walked through my register lane on their way to the door.

Katelynn stood in front of me and prepared to say something. Just then, I watch her boyfriend kind of grab Katelynn by the arm and push her behind himself as to prevent me from seeing or talking to her.

Her boyfriend said something to me that I didn’t make out and the three of them walked out of the store.

I didn’t like the way he grabbed her and for hours escort merter after I had wondered to myself if I should have done something about it, but I didn’t.

The next time I worked with Katelynn a couple of days later, I thought about asking her about it, but I didn’t want to start anything.

Katelynn always seemed kind of sad and I always asked her if anything was wrong but she’d always say that she either had a head ache or that she was tired. I wondered if maybe her boyfriend was abusing her.

I only have one erotic story about Katelynn, but it doesn’t even really have a beginning or and ending. It just starts and stops abruptly.

It’s actually kind of just a vision that came to me once.

In the vision, I see myself sitting with Katelynn in her car in the parking lot of the store where we both work. I see that Katelynn and I are both masturbating.

I have my cock pulled all the way out and I am stroking wildly with my left hand.

Katelynn has her right hand slid down inside the tight black yoga pants with the pink stripes on the legs, and she too is wildly rubbing herself. We’re both moaning as we’re bringing ourselves closer to orgasm.

Katelynnn screams louder and louder as she draws herself closer to cumming.

Seconds later, Katelynn pulls down the front of her pants exposing to me her tight little bald pussy. I rear up and turn my body onto the left side. Using my right hand I stroke myself quicker and quicker then I begin to cum.

I shoot all over Katelynn’s little pussy and she massages it in.

The vision ends there.

Katelynn is pretty enough that she could easily be some kind of model and I actually suggested that to her once but she didn’t seem interested.

I like Katelynn a lot, but I find it hard to actually think about fucking her because she is so pretty.

If I could compare Katelynn’s looks to a celebrity, I’d say she’s an exact replica of the Actress Peyton List from the T.V. show Jessie.

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“Jake,” I could hear Teagan whisper. I thought I was hearing things so I didn’t respond.

“Jacob,” she hissed a little louder this time.

“What?” I asked rolling over.

“Come here.”

“You’re crazy,” I whispered. “I ain’t getting in trouble.”

“No, come here. Something’s out there.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. It’s making an awful racket.”

I sighed. “Probably just Missy trying to break in.”

“You’re not funny,” she rasped.

I started her way and met her at the door. I went into my room and listened for a minute but didn’t hear anything.

“There ain’t anything out there,” I said.

I turned to look at her. She had lost the shorts and was barely covered by the shirt now. She smiled as I stared at her. Turned her leg on the floor and pulled the hem up a little to reveal she wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt. She had this smoldering look on her face as she stood there and let me drink her in.

“You sure it wasn’t you moaning while you touched yourself?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she said coyly.

“Teagan, you are bad.”

“I know,” she smiled. “But you know you want me.”

She turned around a little and wiggled her ass at me as she teased. She blew a kiss my way as I stood there thinking about it.

“We have to be very quiet then.”

“I will bite the pillow.”

We started for the bed when a screech echoed from outside the window.

“See,” she hissed. “There it is again.”

I knew exactly what it was. “Hold on,” I said.

“What are you going to do?”

“Just stay put.”

I crept from the bedroom to the front door. I opened the little utility closet and picked up the .22 rifle that rested against the door frame. I turned the knob on the front door and let it softly creak open. I stepped outside and slid the slide open a little to check it. It was loaded like always. I clicked the safety off and leaned against the side of the house. I poked the barrel around the corner and searched the yard carefully. The full moon provided plenty of light as I looked.

Movement caught my eye as the offender climbed from under the lid of the trash can with a mouth full of garbage in it. I leveled the iron sites right between his eyes and quickly pulled the trigger. It was an easy 15 yard shot as the coon dropped into the can and shook it.

The lid exploded as three more masked bandits quickly dispersed and ran in every direction. I couldn’t get a bead on any of them as they quickly scattered into the brush. I clicked the safety back in place and returned quietly to the house. I rested the gun right where I got it from and listened for any movement from my parent’s room. It was hard to focus with the soft ringing from the concussion of the gun. I figured it was safe enough so I returned to the room. Teagan was sitting on the bed, covers pulled up over her waist as she waited.

“What the hell was that?” Teagan asked.

“I had to shoot a coon,” I said. “No big deal.”

“You can’t just go shooting guns off.”

I started laughing. I tried so hard to keep it quiet as she looked at me with her big eyes.

“People would look at you funny if you didn’t shoot a coon,” I whispered.

“Now the cops are going to come,” she hissed.

“Baby,” I said. “Gun shots out here are as common as the cacti growing on the side of the road. Haven’t you noticed the guns in the windows of the trucks?”

“I guess not,” she rasped.

“Besides, it’ll just be Randy anyway.”

“What are you going to do with it?” she asked.

“I’ll get it in the morning. It ain’t going anywhere.”

“Awe, you killed it?”

“That was the purpose of the gun shot. You don’t waste bullets shooting to scare something.”

“Can I try next time?” she asked surprising me.

“Sure baby,” I smiled. “You need lessons first.”

“Ok,” she smiled.

“Go back to bed.”

“Jake,” she whispered. “What about me?”

“Umm,” I whispered as I turned my head to look out into the living room.

“I’m really wet,” she teased. “See.”

I turned my head back around to quickly and caught the door frame.

“Shit,” I rasped.

I looked her way as she had the covers down now and legs open for my inspection.

“You best be very quiet,” I warned again.

“I got my pillow ready.”

“Bad girl,” I teased as I slid into bed between her legs.

I took her hips in my hands and pulled her down so she rested flat. I inhaled her scent and was instantly aware of how wet she was. My cock filled with blood quickly as I licked her around her lips. Her smooth skin met my tongue as she softly moaned.

I tasted her juice as I pressed my tongue into her center. I felt the heat and wetness as I pressed as much as I could into her. Her hands tangled in my hair now as her hips lifted away from the bed. I pulled my tongue free and teased her puckered little butt.

“No,” she whispered.

I pressed my tongue against it harder.

“Fuck,” she sighed.

I changed directions and climbed her mound all the way to her clit. I felt the excited bud poking out and circled it escort beyoğlu with my tongue. I closed my lips over it and rolled it.

“Yeah, right there,” she gasped.

“Shhh,” I hushed her.

“Sorry,” she whispered as I took it into my mouth again.

I pulled the rubbery flesh with my teeth gently as I worked her cunny. I went back to her center now and dipped my tongue into her again. Her wetness tasted good on my tongue. I circled just the edges of her lips as she cupped her tits and pinched her own nipples.

I flattened my tongue over her clit as she pulled the pillow over her face. I knew she was close and this always brought her over the edge. I could hear her muffled gasps as she bucked her hips into my mouth.

“Ok Jake,” she huffed. “Stop, I’m so sensitive now.”

I kissed her cunny a few times before leaving it alone. I started to pull my shorts down as she closed her legs and smiled at me.

“You can go back to bed now,” she whispered trying to be serious but her giggling slipped out.

“Ha, not a chance.”

I pressed her legs apart. She yielded quickly and smiled at me. I threw my shorts at her face as I sank between her legs into her flesh.

“Hmmm,” she moaned.

I pressed in all the way and held still deep inside of her letting her walls squeeze me. Her hands raked my sides and sent shivers down my spine.

“Come on,” she whispered. “Fuck me. Fuck my wet little pussy.”

I started a slow rise and fall. Pressing all the way into her then pulling out until just the tip was barely inside of her. It felt good to become one with her as she moaned softly. Our hips met in a quiet slap as I pressed into her.

“Faster,” she begged. “Fuck me, come on.”

“No Teagan,” I hissed. “The bed squeaks.”

“Please.”

I pressed a little harder until the bed started making noise. She giggled and gasped at the same time. I slowed the pace enough to make the bed quiet again. I leaned down and found her favorite spot on her neck and kissed it. She gasped and raked her nails into my back. She started tipping her hips into my thrusts to meet me. She opened her legs completely as I kissed her collar bone. She panted and started thrusting her hips up with more urgency as she grew closer to climax.

“Shhh,” I hushed her.

She turned her head exposing her neck and grabbed the pillow with her teeth. She mumbled into the pillow she was going to cum. I felt her cunny tighten in quick spasms as she cried into the pillow. I slowed my pace to just a soft rise and fall again as I waited for her to recover.

She pushed my hips and stopped me. She used her fingers to tell me she was going to roll over. I pulled from her as she turned and lay flat on the bed. She arched her hips like a cat and waited for me. I pressed her cheeks apart and found her cunny with my tip. Her wet lips parted easily as I sank back into her. She buried her face into the pillow as I rocked my hips and brought raw pleasure to her.

I pressed the pace again until the bed made a single creak. I slowed just enough to silence it as she moaned her approval. I used my hands to tips her hips more. She quickly arched her back as she felt me turning them.

“Come on baby, fuck me.”

“I’m going as fast as the bed will let me.”

“I know. I’m going to cum again. You better cum with me this time.”

“I will.”

I pressed her ass cheeks open more and brought my knees next to her hips. I started pushing into her quickly now. I felt myself quickly closing in on release as her cunt worked it magic on my excited cock.

“Teagan,” I rasped.

“Yes, fuck me,” she called into the pillow.

I started filling her as her cunny tightened around me. I let my balls empty into her completely before I collapsed onto her as I finished.

“You’re squishing me,” she giggled.

I reached for my shorts and stuffed them between her legs as I pulled from her. She remained lying on her stomach and looked at me as I lay next to her. She had a content look on her face and she stroked my face. She smiled and lay there just breathing calmly.

There was some growling and rustling outside the window again.

“Dam things,” I said.

I rolled from the bed and went to the suitcase.

“Front flap,” she said as she pulled her shorts on over mine still between her legs.

I got another pair of shorts from the suitcase. I slipped them on and went for the door. She was right behind me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I want to see the little buggers.”

“Quiet then,” I said.

I repeated the process of getting the rifle and sneaking out of the house. She was right on my tail. I pointed the barrel and waited for the can to open again.

“Get them,” she whispered.

“I am,” I hissed. “Just be patient.”

We waited a few minutes and nothing happened. Then I saw one circle the can and look to make his move up. The pop made Teagan jump a little.

“You missed,” she whispered.

“No I didn’t. He just don’t realize its over for him.”

“Awe,” she sighed.

The istanbul escort lid opened and another face appeared. She was prepared for the noise this time. The lid closed and the can shook some more.

“There’s one,” she pointed.

“Too far and too risky.”

The raccoon saw the carnage and quickly returned to the brush.

“Did you get ’em?” dad asked startling us both.

“Three out of the four.”

“I been trying to get ’em for weeks.”

“You need to move the cans to your side of the house then. They’ve been keeping her up all night.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure it ain’t just the coons that been keeping her up.”

We both looked at him as he smiled.

“I won’t tell yur mama.”

“What gave you that idea?” I tried to cover us.

“I heard y’all come back in after the first one. It don’t take a genius to figure out where you went to. It don’t bother me none, you know that. You two are grownups. That’s yur mama’s rule not mine.”

“Sorry Mr. Tillman,” Teagan offered. “It was me, I started it.”

“Youngins,” he chuckled.

I happened to glance back out and saw the last coon slinking along towards the can. I quickly took aim and popped off another round making Teagan jump again. I couldn’t tell whether I got him or not as he spun around behind the house.

“I’ll take care of ’em in the mornin before I go to work,” he said.

We all stood and went back inside. Teagan disappeared back into my room. I took the couch again as dad got a drink and then retired back to his room.

I woke up just before the sun broke over the eastern sky. I laid there for a few minutes just thinking about whatever came to mind. I heard my door open and Teagan came out. She circled the couch and smiled when she saw me awake. I flipped the blanket back and let her curl up against me.

“Thanks, I was cold without you.”

I pulled her into me and closed my eyes. We both drifted back to sleep.

My mom could only laugh when we both climbed off the couch. She already had breakfast cooking as we came and sat at the table.

“How did you two sleep?” she asked.

“Good after I got them dam coons.”

“That’s what yur father said. I didn’t hear nothing.”

“You going deaf,” I teased.

“No, I always left the worrying to him. What’s with you two snuggled up on the couch?”

“You didn’t say anything about the couch, just the bed.”

“You were always a pain in the ass Jacob,” she laughed.

“That’s me,” I smiled.

She set the table and served us breakfast. We hung around the house for a while before going out. I took Teagan up to the high school and showed her where I went to school. I parked the car and we went around back to the gym. I opened the door and heard the sounds of sneakers squeaking on the hardwood as we walked in.

“Hey, Uncle Bart,” I said.

“Hey Jake,” he called. “What brangs you down here?”

“Wanted to show Teagan where I played ball.”

“This would be the place then.”

“Sure is,” I said taking in the smell of the old gym. The smell brought back a lot of fond memories of my past.

“There’s his banners,” Uncle Bart said pointing to the wall.

State 2A runner up, 2004. State 2A champions, 2005.

“Wow,” Teagan said looking at them.

“I got to keep ’em busy,” Uncle Bart said. “I will see y’all tonight.”

I looked around the old gym and thought about that year. Dam I missed playing.

“Brings back a lot of memories doesn’t it?” Teagan asked.

“Yeah, it sure does. Come on lets go.”

We got back into the car and I sat there for a minute looking at the old school. The memories flooding my mind and taking me back to when times were simpler and my dreams were so close to becoming what I wanted. I had everything in my grasp but how times had changed. I looked over at Teagan and realized that those dream didn’t compare to what I had now.

“Talk to me baby,” Teagan said softly.

“I just miss playing. I shouldn’t have come here.”

“Why don’t you get your knee fixed and tryout for a team? I’m sure your name could get you at least a tryout with someone.”

“No,” I said flatly. “I would have to dedicate a year of my life getting ready to play. You don’t understand how good pro players are. I was a decent college player on a well-coached team. Only a handful make it to the pros. I couldn’t take myself away from you for that amount of time.”

“I’m willing to be there for you if you really want to try.”

“No baby,” I said. “I have what life wanted me to have. Basketball wasn’t it, you are. I’m not doing that to you.”

I started the car and got back on the road. We arrived home and spent some time just relaxing and talking with my mom. They decided they were going to go into the city to get some things for Christmas dinner. I gave them the keys to the car and told them to have fun and be safe. I remained sitting on the porch relaxing.

The crunching of gravel brought me out of my light nap. I expected the girls to be back but it was Sam instead. She climbed from the car and escort ataköy approached looking unsure of herself.

“Hey Sam,” I said standing to hug her.

“Hi,” she said tentatively.

She wrapped her arms around me but quickly let go.

“Where is everybody?” she asked.

“Just me,” I said. “They went off to get some stuff for dinner tomorrow.”

“Oh,” she said still unsure.

“Let’s sit and talk,” I suggested. Our phone calls were always brief and we never discussed the issue that we left unresolved after she took off.

We sat on the swing and remained quiet for a while.

“I’m sorry how everything went down,” Sam said.

“I’m over it,” I said. “It happened and we can’t take it back.”

“I know, but I almost ruined everything for you. I was stupid.”

“We all were stupid Sam. It wasn’t just you.”

“I was the aggressor though. I put you in that situation.”

“Sam, I’m not holding onto any bad feelings over it. I’m not looking for a fight and I’m not looking for someone to blame. I want us back to what we were before we did what we did. I miss that Sam.”

“I miss that too,” she sighed.

“So then don’t be like this. Be yourself. If you want to hug me go ahead. If we want to joke around with each other we should.”

“I want to but I can’t get the things we did out of my head. It feels wrong to be around you.”

“I gave you Jenny’s number. Did you call her and talk?”

“No.”

“Why not? It’s free help from a really good person. She deals with this all the time.”

“People like us?” she asked.

“Worse than us,” I said.

“I don’t want her to judge me.”

“She already knows everything a Sam. I’ve been talking with her for a year now.”

She sighed her annoyance at me.

“It’s helped me out so much. She gives reasons why we do the things we do and how to fix them.”

“Fine,” Sam relented.

“Don’t just say you will and not talk with her.”

“Ok,” she said annoyed still. “I will call her.”

“How is Teagan?” she asked shifting gears now.

“She is great. I don’t think she likes the small town scene but other than that she is great.”

“So you guys really are getting married?”

“Next summer,” I said. “I want you to be there. Think you can handle that?”

“Let me feel Teagan out. I don’t want to say yes if she doesn’t want me to be there.”

“Alright, I can live with that.”

“How are the girls doing this year?”

“Only lost one so far.”

“That’s good. How about Thom?”

“He’s a nice guy. Once we got over the whole bad history thing he has been nothing but a pleasure to be around.”

“Probably happy his daughter met someone so nice. It’s better than that idiot Luke she was dating when I first met her.”

“I don’t know anything about that,” I lied.

“You ever run into Justin?”

“No, the club is still open though. He moved out of your old house and is renting an apartment closer to the club.”

“Easier for him to bring his tramps back there,” she hissed.

“What about you? You seeing anyone?”

“Don’t get mad.”

“What? Who?”

“Randy and I have been dating some. It’s nothing serious yet. He’s nice and treats me right.”

“That’s great,” I said. “Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, you guys were best friends so I didn’t know if you would be mad.”

“I haven’t seen randy in four years now. Well, except for last night.”

“I know, he told me.”

“Have you run into Missy yet?”

“Oh yeah. That went over like a fart in church.” Sam started laughing hard.

“So what are you doing for a job?”

“I’m working at the Wal-Mart in Abilene until I start at the high school in town next fall.”

“That’s good,” I cheered.” You going to coach?”

“I’m going to help my dad with the girls’ team until he feels I’m ready then he will turn it over to me.”

“Why aren’t you helping him out now?”

“I have to work all the time. I don’t have the time right now.”

“You ever thought of moving back here?” she asked.

“No, I’m happy where I’m at. I’m glad I got out of here. I miss the place but not all the crap that goes with it.”

“That crap wouldn’t happen to be Missy would it?”

“That and everything else. I almost broke down in the gym today thinking about what I was.”

“You got a good thing with Teagan. I don’t blame you for not wanting to come back.”

“That I do,” I smiled.

The crunching of the gravel on the driveway made both of us turn our heads towards the car pulling in.

“Oh boy,” Sam sighed. “I don’t know if I can face her.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “She doesn’t hate you Sam. You will see.”

“Hey Sam,” Teagan cried climbing from the car.

She quickly climbed the steps and gave Sam a hug. I went down the steps to help my mom with the bags and brought them into the house. I continued to grab things from the car as Sam and Teagan talked.

“How many people are you expecting to feed,” I asked my mom.

“Lots of ’em, you know that. Everybody that was here last night and a few more. I got you something too.”

“Christmas is tomorrow,” I said.

“I know but it ain’t a present. Here.”

She reached into the bag and pulled a new nylon net and handed it to me.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“To put on your hoop outside so you cain play basketball tomorrow when everyone is here.”

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My Hilton Head Affair

A true story of finding love and romance

I met a man while on vacation at Hilton Head. I was in an unfamiliar area and asked him for directions. That chance encounter changed my life.

My name is Pat. I’ve been retired for five years from a large manufacturing company and a widow for the last three. I am fortunate that I have the financial means to travel and play as I choose. My husband and I began to vacation at Hilton Head every spring for more than twenty years and I have continued our tradition. I love this place and enjoy my days of biking, playing tennis and golf. The courses are beautiful but I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable sharing the fairway with the alligators.

I was staying in a different plantation that was a bit further from the ocean but closer to the golf course that I like. I went out for my daily bicycle ride and I thought I would ride down to the beach. I like to do several miles each day and I enjoy the hard sand on the beach for riding. I headed out on a bike path in what I thought was the correct direction. But, the longer I rode, the more I began to question my decision. There was only one person that I saw along the way so I dismounted my bike and asked him for directions. “Is this the right path to the beach?” I inquired.

He looked me over and I felt quite self-conscious as I was in my biking shorts which are really comfortable but leave little to the imagination. I shouldn’t be so self-conscious because I actually have a nice shape. He was quite handsome and I know I turned a few shades of red but I just kept looking him in the eyes. I fought the urge not to look down at this crotch.

“It’s a perfect day for it and not only is this the right path, but you’re nearly there.”

He followed my gaze as I looked down the path and I guess I had a bewildered look on my face. “It’s hidden by the savannah grass. Just stay on the path. Where are you from, if I may ask?”

“Massachusetts.”

“Really, so am I. Boston area. And you?”

“West, near Worcester.”

“Don’t you hate our winters? That’s what brings me down here. I hate to be so bold, but are you alone?”

That caught me by surprise, “No, I’m staying with family.” A truthful yet not completely accurate statement.

“I must say you look in great shape.”

“Thank you. Probably because I play a lot of tennis, plus I golf and ski so I guess that keeps me in shape. “Do you play any sports?”

“Yes, I also play golf.”

“Well, this is the perfect place for it”

He glanced at my hands then looked back at me. “Are you married?”

I’m sure he saw the surprised look on my face and it certainly made me uncomfortable. I wanted to lie but my gut was telling me this guy was ok. Finally I said, “No. My husband died a few years ago.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. I apologize for being so forward. I didn’t see a wedding ring. I’m a widower and for years my wife and I came down here escort beykent for vacations. This year I’m renting to see if I like it. I am very tired of the Massachusetts winters, and, I guess the truth is, I’d like to meet a single woman near my age. One of the things I find appealing is a person who makes staying in shape part of their lifestyle.”

“I’ve been coming here with family for years, too. We love it. Besides the weather, I make use of the golf, tennis, and beach.

“I don’t want to hold you up anymore but before you go, would you like to meet for a drink later and get better acquainted?”

I thought about it for a moment and my first reaction was to decline. But, he looked so handsome, definitely friendly and outgoing, and I decided that a drink wouldn’t be very committal. “I’d like that.”

“Are you familiar with a place called the Black Marlin?”

“Yes.”

“5:30?”

“That works. Thanks for the invitation and I’ll see you at 5:30 at The Black Marlin.” I headed off to continue my ride and was pleased with myself that I had accepted his offer to meet. He seemed like a nice man despite being a bit forward. But then, why not, I thought. You never know until you try. Isn’t that one of the lessons we learn in life?

I suddenly felt like a young girl again. It’s been a long time since I’ve been “hit on” by a man. I felt alive again and as if by magic, like a new woman emerging from a long sleep. This is the stuff romance novels are made of. None the less, I was smiling and giggling all through my five mile ride which I did at quite a clip.

I headed to the shower to get ready for my “date”. As I ran my soapy hands over my body, I couldn’t help but remember how wonderful that felt when it was my lover’s hands. We shared a lot of intimate showers over the years. My pussy began to tingle and I began to rub my clit. For too long my sexual release has been my hands and a vibrator. How nice it would be to feel a man’s touch and hopefully more. I miss feeling a man inside me.

One of the things I learned from my husband was to be on time. Being on time is a sign of respect he would say and it is a philosophy I follow to this day. I walked into the restaurant promptly at 5:30 and there stood Paul. He must have had the same upbringing. He had already reserved us a table. He looked handsome in his tan slacks and blue polo shirt. I wore a fun sundress that emphasized my figure which he commented on when I met him in my bike shorts. I wanted to keep his visual focus on me and perhaps even entice him more.

The Black Marlin is a family oriented restaurant with a bar off to one side on the terrace that is usually packed at that time with the happy hour crowd. Even though it was busy, it wasn’t too loud, so Paul and I could carry on a conversation with out shouting. We both ordered wine and began to tell some of our life’s history. He was a widower and had been longer than I had been a widow. He was an engineer at a petro cracking plant and when he named the place, I had big grin on my face. “I’ve been to your plant,” I announced.

“When?”

“Oh it was at least fifteen years ago. I was a VP of istanbul escorts the company that made the valves you used and I came down to do a quality control audit and meet with the client.”

“I was in that meeting. I have been thinking to myself that you looked familiar. I never said anything so you wouldn’t have remembered me. We all were impressed with your knowledge of our process and what we needed. What a small world.”

I was speechless for a moment, which for me is quite a feat. I took up my wine glass and we toasted to old times and how life can throw us a curve.

We chatted about our families and such. I don’t have children and he has two grown daughters with five grandchildren. He had pictures to prove it, too.

We adjourned to the dining room and enjoyed a pleasant evening of reminiscing about the old days and the variety of things we did for work and play. He told me he doesn’t cook much and invited me to join him for dinner the following evening. I was feeling very comfortable and definitely wanted to continue seeing him. I accepted and informed him that I would rather cook for him. Eating out is ok now and then, but I prefer to cook and it would be fun to make a meal for him. “I make a great chicken Marsala.” The timing was perfect since my family would be leaving tomorrow night for home as we all share a condo on vacation.

“I’ll bring the wine,” Paul said with a smile.

After a nice hug we said good-by. I smiled all the way home at my good fortune. Maybe it was infatuation, but I genuinely felt attracted to him. My body felt warm all over and I know it wasn’t the wine. When he gave me a hug and held me close, I was pretty sure he was sporting an erection. The more I thought about that the more turned-on I got. I could feel my pussy tingle again and when I looked down at my blouse, my nipples were making their presence known, too. Looks like I’ll need my vibrator tonight.

I had rather a sleepless night. My mind was recalling some sexual moments I had experienced through my years with my husband, times in the hot tub, in the shower, in the car, and even the mile high club. We shared a lot of fun getting away with sex in public but out of the public eye. It was our ultimate fantasy that became a reality. I was recalling vividly holding his dick and giving him a blowjob. How much I missed the sensation of feeling him cum inside me or in my mouth. Often when I thought about our sexual exploits, I would wake enough to run my fingers over my pussy and insert a couple of fingers. It was so wet and warm. I know I had several orgasms throughout that night.

The next morning I was still horny and gave myself one more encounter with my vibrator. In my mind, I could feel my husband and lover’s hard penis and then I began to imagine how nice it would be to feel Paul’s dick. As I climaxed, I wanted it inside me and soon.

I made a quick run to the grocery store for a few items. I needed ingredients for a salad and I couldn’t believe that when I picked up a cucumber, I just stared at it. I don’t know for how long but finally someone came along and broke my trance. I shook my head and thought, girl you need to get a hold of escort rus yourself.

Paul arrived at the appointed time and he was sharply dressed in dark slacks and a white golf shirt. I made a mental note that we need to see about playing a round soon. When I thought of golf, I immediately thought of balls and well, I had to pinch myself to refocus.

He tossed the salad and set the table while I finished the chicken and vegetables. “Bon Appetite,” I said as we touched our glasses together in a toast. This time we talked about our dreams and desires for the future. One thing we had in common was traveling and enjoyed exotic locations. It wasn’t long before we talked about maybe a cruise or a trip to Europe in the future. I can’t believe how comfortable and yet exciting I felt about the way our conversation was progressing.

With wine glasses in hand, we adjourned to the love seat (appropriately named, I thought) with hopes of things to happen. Within moments, Paul reached over, placed his fingers under my chin, lifted my head and kissed me gently. I didn’t hesitate and kissed him back. Soon our lips parted and our tongues were engaged in an intimate dance. He slid his hand up and touched the side of my breast. I moaned in his mouth and moved my hand up his leg and placed it on his growing dick. I could actually feel it getting hard in my hand. I rubbed it through his slacks and he moved his hand up my leg to my panties, now wet with excitement. I was so glad I chose to wear a skirt and sexy underwear.

It didn’t take long before clothes were flying off. I helped him remove his slacks and I gazed with delight at his erection that was visible yet hidden by his briefs. I carefully removed his dick from bondage and he stepped out of the last of his clothes. I could see the precum on the tip and I took it into my mouth and licked the head all over. Seeing his member, touching it, tasting it, and filling my mouth with it made my pussy ache to have it inside me.

I laid down on the carpet and pulled his dick straight to my love hole. I watched him slide his rod up and down my slit and then gently insert it. I gasped as he entered me and spread my legs wider. He began with slow thrusting, moving slowly in until he was in all the way. I was gasping and panting all the time as he filled me up. It had been a long time since I’d felt this and it was wonderful. Vibrators are fine and they serve a purpose but nothing beats the real thing.

He stayed fully inside without moving for a few moments, gazed into my eyes and gave me a kiss. When he started his long strokes, my mind was in heaven and I think I started having one orgasm after another. I could feel them flow through my body and I loved the way it felt. I moved my hips to match his thrusts and savored the wonderful sensation of his dick filling me. Sometime later, I don’t know how long, I could hear his breathing change and his tempo increased. Within moments, he tensed and I could feel his hot cum hitting my cervix as I exploded with him. I wrapped my legs around him and held him tight. I didn’t let go until his dick was soft.

I snuggled in his arms and we enjoyed the afterglow of beautiful sex. Later we headed to the hot tub and I asked him to spend the night. I have a wake-up routine involving my mouth and a dick that I was sure he would enjoy. And, he did.

We have continued our romance, chasing our dreams and sexual fantasies around the world and we return to Hilton Head every year to celebrate that chance encounter.

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Olivia had a bottle of Bud Light Lime in her hand as she danced through the party, stopping to talk to some of her friends, class mates, and people that she hadn’t seen since they graduated. She had come to the party with her best friend Jeana but had lost her the minute they walked in the door. Olivia made her way to the kitchen to get another beer when she ran into her friend Allen.

Allen was a good looking guy, who had broken up with his girlfriend about 5 months ago. Olivia had helped him get through a low spot in his life. Allen had just recently admitted to Olivia that he had started seeing a man and had sworn her to secrecy. The minute Allen saw Olivia he wrapped his arms around her, hugged her tight and then started dancing with her heading back into the living room.

Olivia and Allen were laughing as he spun her around while they danced. They were so caught up in their fun, and oblivious to their surroundings, that Allen caused Olivia to bump into someone. From behind them Olivia heard “God damn it watch where the hell you are going.” Olivia told Allen to stop, then pulled from him and turned around.

“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run into you.”

When the irritated guy turned around Olivia laughed,

“Oh well it’s you. Maybe I’m not so sorry then Jake.”

Jacob turned around and looked down at Olivia. He smiled then said,

“Well if it’s you that ran into me I might not be as mad. But damn I have beer all over my shirt now.”

“It will wash.” Olivia replied

Jacob hugged Olivia lightly then continued to fan his shirt trying to get it to dry.

“Aren’t you a little young to be here?” Jacob asked Olivia

“Aren’t you a little old to be here?” Olivia asked back.

Jacob faked a look of hurt when Olivia called him old.

“Geoff and I were in the same class, remember? So when Abby planned this party Geoff told her he was inviting people too or he would tell their parents that Abby had a party.”

“Ahhh, I see.”

One of Olivia’s friends came up and pulled her away, telling her she “just had to see something.” Jacob stood looking after her for a minute. Jacob was Jeana’s older brother. Jeana was 19 and had just graduated high school, which meant Olivia, a year younger, was 18and going into her senior year of high school. Jacob was 22 and in college getting his masters degree to teach history and math to junior high schoolers. Jacob was 6’2″ and weighed about 200 pounds. He had short spiked brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He liked Olivia a lot and thought she was beautiful, but knew his sister would have a cow if he ever made a move on Olivia. So he just watched her from afar.

Olivia went off with her friend and stood watching two guys break dance but her eyes and mind kept drifting back to where Jacob stood. She knew Jeana would throw a fit if she knew what was running through her mind. He was off-limits to her, but there was something about Jacob that just drew Olivia to him. As Olivia stood there, Jeana came up to her and asked if she was ready to go home, because she was.

When they got back to Jeana’s house they made there way to the basement. Olivia made herself comfortable on the couch, and Jeana took one of the recliners, as they always did during sleepovers at Jeana’s house. Jeana fell asleep quickly, as she had far more to drink than Olivia. So while Jeana slept, Olivia laid there awake. Several hours later Olivia had been dozing off lightly when she heard footsteps upstairs that made there way to the steps coming to the basement. She figured Jacob must be home and coming down to bed, since his room was in the basement. Olivia listened as Jacob came down the stairs as quietly as he could. He walked over to his sister’s chair and made sure she was covered up and then looked over at Olivia. In the dark he couldn’t tell that she was awake. But then she rolled on to her side and he barely heard her whisper “Goodnight Jake.”

“Sorry Olivia, I didn’t wake you did I?”

“No you didn’t Jake. I just keep drifting off to sleep then waking back up. I haven’t really slept yet.”

“I’m not really tired. You can come to my room with me and talk for awhile if you want.”

“Are you sure Jake?”

“Yeah come on.”

Jacob turned towards his room. Olivia got up off the couch as quietly as she could and then looked at herself remembering that she had on a pink tank top that hugged her 36 D breasts and exposed her midriff and pink belly button ring. She also had on a pair of short little black sweat shorts that covered her tight ass by only a couple inches. She shrugged her shoulders because she wasn’t going to change her clothes. She just followed Jacob to his room. He let Olivia in, turned the light on, and then silently closed the door behind them. When he turned around and saw Olivia in the light for the first time in her pjs he swallowed hard and had to force his eyes to look up at her face into her eyes. Olivia was about 5’8″ tall and weighed maybe 140 pounds. She didn’t play any sports but she kept herself in good shape. She had escort bakırköy shoulder length layered dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She only knew that she had a little Italian in her heritage but she got super tan in the summer and looked like a bronze goddess to Jacob. Jacob tore himself away from his own thoughts. He patted the bed as he walked to his stereo.

“I don’t have any chairs so make yourself comfortable on the bed.”

He found a radio station playing slow music with almost an erotic beat and left it there with the volume low. He sat on the bed with his back against the head board and his hands folded behind his head. He looked down at Olivia who was sitting Indian style at the end of the bed. He noticed how her shorts barely covered her and had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. He made a conscious effort to keep his eyes on hers. To distract himself he struck up a conversation.

“So what happened to you at the party? You ran off with your friend and I never saw you again.”

Olivia couldn’t help but notice how good Jacob looked relaxed and sprawled out on his bed. The blue shirt he had on made his eyes look even bluer, if that was possible.

“Jeana found me shortly after I walked off and wanted to come home. She’d had plenty to drink.”

“I see. That explains why she is sleeping so well.” Jacob laughed.

“Yeah, I think she fell asleep the minute she put her feet up.” Olivia laughed too.

Olivia stretched her legs out in front of her and it took all the self control Jacob had not to reach out and run his hands up them. Just then the song “Black Velvet” came on the radio. Olivia got off the bed and held her hand out to Jacob.

“Dance with me Jake. I was about to ask you to dance at the party when Bell pulled me away.”

Jacob looked at her,

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Olivia. Besides I’m not a very good dancer.”

“Liar, I’ve seen you dance before. You are good. Come on Jacob it’s a good song and my favorite liquor.”

Jacob reluctantly got up off the bed and walked up to Olivia taking her hand and pulling her into his arms.

“Olivia, I still don’t think this is a very good idea.”

He started swaying with her just a bit.

“What is all this Olivia tonight? Your name is Jacob but I call you Jake. Mine is Olivia and you have always called me Liv.”

Olivia swayed with Jacob but stepped closer to him. She could feel him trying to keep his distance from her and didn’t understand it but knew she was going to break it. Olivia turned in Jacob’s arms swaying to the beat of the music which caused her to grind her ass into Jacob’s groin. She turned back around and saw smokiness in Jacobs’s eyes. She started to sing along with the song and smiled as Jacob started to bump and grind back with her and hold her close, his hands on the small of her back.

“You have a beautiful voice Liv.”

“Thanks Jake. We move pretty well together.”

“Yeah we do.” Jacob said back, his eyes getting even smokier. Olivia felt his hands move and Jacob cupped her ass. She looked up at him and smiled.

“Liv, I still don’t think this is a very good idea.”

“Jake, do you know how hot I think you are?”

Olivia smiled as she saw some of the smoke clear from Jacob’s eyes as he looked down at her.

“You what?”

“I think you are hot. I have had a crush on you since before Jeana and I started hanging out.”

Olivia watched as the smoke and then some returned to Jake’s eyes.

“You shouldn’t have told me that Liv.”

Olivia looked at Jacob confused.

“Why not?”

“It was hard enough for me to control myself before but now I’m not going to be able to.”

Before Olivia could say anything Jake’s mouth was on hers. At first she was shocked, then she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and, with his hands still on her ass, Jake pulled her even closer to him. He broke the kiss briefly. Jacob looked down at Olivia and said,

“I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I have liked you almost since I met you and the older you get and the more you are around the harder it has been for me to not kiss you like that.”

Olivia smiled up at Jake and said,

“Then by all means kiss me like that again because I have wanted you to kiss me for a long time.”

No more words were spoken as Jake leaned down and kissed Liv again. He moved his hands back to her ass as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He couldn’t stop kissing her and she didn’t want him too. She felt them moving and the next thing she knew they fell back on to the bed. She scooted herself up until her head was on the pillow then she wrapped her arms back around Jake’s neck and pulled him down to kiss her again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her with more and more passion as he lay on top of her in his bed.

Olivia was in heaven as Jake kissed her. She broke the kiss and pushed Jake off of her for a minute. He looked at istanbul eskort her thinking he had done something wrong, but was pleasantly surprised and a bit shocked when Liv sat up and removed her shirt then hooked her thumbs in her shorts and panties waist band and slid them down and off her legs and dropped them on the floor. Jake looked down at her.

“Are you sure you want this Liv?”

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life Jake.”

Jacob made quick work of removing his shirt, jeans and boxer briefs, and then he rejoined Olivia on the bed. He was already rock hard from all there kissing and being near to her. Olivia smiled as she ran her hand lightly down his chest and stomach then wrapped it around his hard cock. She looked down at his cock in her hand then back up at him.

Jacob groaned as Olivia wrapped her hand around his cock. He knew they had to be quiet with his sister out in the living room, so he bent down and started kissing around Liv’s breasts, taking one then the other nipple in his mouth sucking them good. While it quieted Jake it made Liv start to moan. As Jake sucked on Liv’s nipples he trailed his fingers down her stomach and cupped her bare, shaved mound. Liv started to stroke Jake’s cock faster and harder. Combined with this and his fingers now playing with Liv’s clit and sliding into her pussy Jake was moaning too.

Jake was driving Olivia crazy. She couldn’t help but moan and beg Jake,

“Oh god Jake that feels so good. But please, please Jake. Make love to me.”

Jake couldn’t believe he heard those words come out of Liv’s mouth and that she was actually talking to him. He crawled on top of Liv and positioned his hips and slowly started to sink his hips forward. They both moaned loudly as the head of his cock made contact with her pussy lips then slid inside of her. Jake had only been with 2 other girls but was shocked when he slid inside Liv and came in contact with her hymen. He had no idea she was a virgin.

Olivia felt Jake stop and looked up at him.

“Jake please don’t stop I want to feel all of you inside me.”

‘Are you sure Liv? I mean your still a…”

Olivia cut him off by putting her fingers to his lips.

“I’ve been saving my self for a special night with a special person. That night happens to be tonight and the person is you. Please Jake.”

All Jake need to hear was the please and the plea in Liv’s voice. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed his hips forward. He broke through with ease and was buried completely inside Liv. It felt so good but he couldn’t move because he had heard Liv’s cry of pain and saw the single tear running down her cheek. Jake leaned down and kissed away the tear, then kissed her passionately, letting her get use to him inside her. He felt her start to move her hips. So Jake broke the kiss and looked down at Liv as he started to slide in and out of her. She smiled and he knew she was ok. The feeling of her tight, warm, wet pussy around his cock soon took him over. He started thrusting in and out of her harder and faster. He would reach under her and cup her ass then he would cup her tits. But never did he take his cock out of her amazing pussy.

Jake was fucking her so good and hard. Liv was trying to keep up with him rocking her hips up to meet his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his hips and felt an unfamiliar feeling and knew she was about to have her first orgasm. Jakes hands on her felt amazing, his cock was mind blowing and when he bent down and kissed her she felt her pussy start to spasm around him and she felt juices flowing from her pussy and down his cock, and down the crack of her ass. She moaned into Jake’s mouth as her orgasm took over her body.

Jake saw Liv’s eyes turn almost black and look like rare black diamonds and could see and feel Liv’s body tensing and knew she was about to cum and that he was too. He bent to kiss her and felt her orgasm over take her as her pussy clenched around his cock and milked him. It was too much for him to take and he began to orgasm also, sending spurt after spurt of his cum into her. He broke the kiss as his orgasm finished and he collapsed on top of her as they both tried to regain their composure and get their breathing under control. When he felt normal again he rolled off of Liv.

When Jake rolled off of her, Liv sat up and grabbed her clothes starting to re dress.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jake asked her.

“Getting dressed, what does it look like?”

“Why? Aren’t you staying here?”

“No, I’m gonna go back out to the couch so if your sister wakes up she doesn’t wonder where the hell I am.”

Jake just looked at her. He understood but really wished she would stay. When she was dressed again she stood up, leaned over and kissed him, then walked to the door. With her hand on the door knob she looked back at Jake, she smiled and said,

“That was awesome Jake. Give me a call sometime maybe we can do it again.”

Then she was out the door.

Over the next escort şirinevler few weeks Olivia and Jacob never got to see each other since Olivia had gone on a family vacation. Then she went on a camping trip with Jeana and his family but unfortunately he had to stay home and work. Jacob wanted to call Olivia but he didn’t have her phone number. Finally Jeana and Olivia had a girls day, where they went tanning, to the mall shopping, then to the movie. When they finally got back to Jeana’s for their sleepover. Jake’s car was home but he wasn’t. Olivia asked Jeana where he was and she told Olivia he was out on a date.

The minute the words “out on a date” left Jeana’s lips, Olivia was hurt and pissed off all at the same time. She realized she made love to Jacob once when she was fairly tipsy and might have made a fool out of herself, but she thought there was something between herself and Jacob.

When Olivia and Jeana got ready for bed and went down stairs to change and watch a movie Olivia realized she forgot to bring pajamas. Jeana gave her one of Jacob’s t-shirts to wear. She changed quick, settled in on the couch and started watching the movie. She didn’t know when she fell asleep but she was startled awake when she heard footsteps and a door shutting. It took Olivia’s eyes a minute to adjust, and then she saw the light under Jacob’s door and realized he must be home. She laid there for a few minutes wrestling with herself over whether she would go and talk to him or not, and she was listening to make sure he hadn’t brought someone home with him. After what seemed like an eternity she slipped off the couch and walked to his room. She knocked on the door as quietly as she could.

“Finally home” he thought as he came in the house and made his way to the basement. He hadn’t wanted to go out on that date but his friend begged him, so he went, and it was terrible. He was excited when he saw Olivia’s car in the driveway, and while he wanted to talk to her, he figured she was probably asleep. But just like always when his sister had a friend over and they stayed in the basement he went over and made sure his sister was covered up then he stood looking at Olivia for a minute then went to his room. A few minutes later he heard a quiet knock on his door. He opened it and smiled when he saw Olivia’s still sleepy face.

“Hey Liv, what’s up?”

“Can I come in for a few minutes?”

“Sure.” Jake said as he opened the door wider and stepped out of the way to let Olivia in. He had started to get ready for bed so he was standing there in just his jeans and boxers under them. He shut the door then turned and looked at Olivia. He started at her feet and started with a small smile as he saw her legs were bare. As he moved up her body he saw the hem of a shirt hitting her mid to upper thigh. By the time he looked into her eyes he had a full grin on his face seeing that she had on one of his t-shirts.

“Stealing my clothes are you now Liv?”

Olivia looked down at herself then at Jake.

“No, I forgot to grab pjs to bring with me so your sister let me borrow your shirt.”

“Oh, Ok. So what did you want to come in for a few minutes for?”

Jacob watched as Olivia got a serious look on her face, but saw a look of hurt flash through her eyes which turned them black for a minute. Then she took a deep breath and looked almost like a little girl.

Olivia looked up at Jake then asked,

“Was I not good enough?”

Jake looked at Olivia confused.

“What do you mean not good enough?”

“I realize I probably made a fool out of myself a few weeks ago, coming in here and half seducing you and getting you to make love to me. But I thought I saw something between us then you never called, and tonight you were out on a date.”

Olivia sat on the edge of Jakes bed and looked down at the floor then up at him for an answer. She saw a soft look on his face and in his eyes and another almost sheepish look.

Jacob couldn’t help feeling bad for not calling her and he really had hoped that Olivia wouldn’t find out that he had gone out on a date. As he looked at her he still saw a little vulnerable girl with that black hurt in her eyes. That hurt took all the light out of Olivia’s eyes and he hated it.

He stood there and started to talk.

“Oh Liv, I’m sorry. I….”

Jacob didn’t quite know what to say or how to say it. He knelt down in front of Olivia and took her hands in his.

“Trust me Liv, you were good enough. I don’t have your phone number which is why I didn’t call you, I couldn’t.”

“Your sister and mom have my number; you could have asked one of them for it.”

“I probably could have asked mom and she just would have given it to me, that is true. But you know Jeana would have asked a million questions on why I wanted your number.”

“True.”

“Liv, I wanted to go on that camping trip with the family. But when mom told me Jeana was bringing you because her boyfriend couldn’t get time off I knew I couldn’t go. It was hard enough to control myself around you the last few years. Now that I have kissed you, and touched you, and made love to you, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from touching you or kissing you around them. And while the rest of the family probably wouldn’t care, I really don’t want a war with Jeana for myself or for you. Do you understand?”

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The ceiling fan whirs overhead, stirring the heavy humid air. Idle thoughts fill my mind as I linger on the damp sheets, my long blond hair splayed out on the pillow about my face. The light cotton batiste gown clings to my skin revealing the curve and swell of my breasts while I stare at the ceiling. The strains of music filter in through the open windows, as I muse to myself, “There are benefits to living within a stones throw of the music hall.” The lilting notes and soft orchestral strains stir lingering memories of the night just passed. Enjoy my reverie.

*

Our evening unfolds as the symphonic tones pour in the open windows. Beethoven’s Symphony No. 3 (the Eroica) brings together a scale and emotional range that characterizes our moods and feelings. Eroica is Italian for “heroic” and I wonder if it is related to the root word for erotic. As I stand before you poised and relaxed, the music begins to pulse in my head. The soft cotton gown flutters about my thighs, the sheer fabric accentuates my full breasts, large distended nipples and round hips.

I gaze at you, my hero, my knight, my treasured gem and we begin to move together. Do you feel the swell and sway of the music as it moves us? The first movement, tinged with expectation moves slowly, the tempo escort bahçelievler is measured and deliberate. We begin a light sparring as we gracefully reach out and stroke each other tenderly and gently. I graze my fingertips along your jaw line scraping against the light rubble of your beard. I look into your brown eyes and see the passion of our need reflected back to me. You caress my chin and lean in to kiss my neck, just below my ear lobe. The fond caresses, the light touching are the teasing appetizers which amplify with the soft strains of the orchestra that filter in through the open windows. The Greek word symphony means ‘sounding together’ just as our bodies are moving together in a graceful rhythm.

The second movement increases in tempo and intensity, still building on the theme. We both grow excited with the swell of the music and the sensations are like riding atop a wave. We are gleeful and giddy, reveling in the presence of each other. We strip away our clothes, pulling down our garments and exposing ourselves, our inner souls and our bodies to each other. As you step out of your slacks, the full exposure of your naked form excites me, delights me and tempts me. I run my tongue along the istanbul bayan escort edge of my lips, sucking in a soft sigh, letting the anticipation of touching, tasting, holding, and taking your erect penis into my being devour me.

The strains of music, uplifting with tension, developing an underlying theme of passion hovers about us as the thrill, the excitement of touching, being so near and seeing our arousal intensifies our mutual need. The way you touch me, the way you tease me with your fingers, your mouth, your tongue makes my body shiver with delight. You run your tongue in a flickering motion along my neck, down my chest and tease the tip of my nipple. A soft chuckle bubbles out just before you pull my entire nipple into your mouth. Suckling at my breast, I wrap my hands around your head and we stand in the middle of the room, our bodies locked in a sensual embrace. The music beats around us and we tumble onto the bed. Our eyes locked, our fingers entwined as you roll me onto my back and devour me with a deep tongue thrusting kiss matched with a deep hard piercing thrust of your erect penis into my sanctuary.

The third movement is loud, crashing, intense and fast. We are both consumed with a need, with passion, and urgency escort halkalı drives us. The rhythm gains speed, the humping motions an intoxicating expression of our fervor. We moan, we writhe, and we are locked in an eternal embrace as you take my breath away. I wrap my legs around your hips as you drive deeper into my inner sanctum, pushing and pulling, humping in unison. The tonal movement mirrors the dramatic passions of our arousal. The tempo pulls us together, pounding, thrashing, riding the crest and waiting for the large crescendo as you explode and release. The heat, the force and the passion crest as the stars in the sky ignite and burst into rainbow beams. The sweet satisfaction as you burst forth reverberates into a climatic orgasm. The completeness of the moment grips us as we fall together tangled and sated.

The fourth movement wraps us tightly together as our breathing slackens to a shallow breath, just light puffs across your chest, the music slows, softens and caresses us as we relax, as we linger and languish and absorb the presence of each other and try to capture the fleeting sensation of pure, ecstatic complete, erotic fulfillment. A light sigh escapes my lips as I snuggle in closer, the scent of our sweat from the hard fought romp, the musk of our mutual arousal and the tang of the seed hovers about us enveloping and saturating our very souls. The music dwindles to a tapering, light beat as the midnight breeze stirs the heavy humid air. Symphonies are written to gratify the ears of princes, just as we’ve gratified the sexual urges and needs of each other with our sensual exploration.

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