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Meet Eric and Katya. The two live as neighbors at a duplex house on the corner of Cromwell Avenue and Lagosa Street. They have a lot in common, but they don’t know each other; except that they are neighbors. For Valentine’s Day it may just be a typical day for them, but a conversation in the chat room will make a connection between the two.

Eric is a 34 year old Spanish male with black hair and a slender build. His daily life is work, sleep, and surf the internet. He has been divorced for quite some time and he rarely goes out to meet people. He owns his place and loves where he lives. His neighbor, Katya is an attractive 36 year old Russian woman with piercing green; deep-set eyes, auburn red-hair, and a beautiful build. Since her divorce, she too leads the same lifestyle as Eric. All she does is work, sleep, and surf the internet. She goes out on the occasion; usually to shop, but doesn’t mingle with people very much. Plus, she enjoys living at a place she owns next door to Eric. The two have crossed each other a few times, but never formally met. If they only knew how much they have in common about each other.

It all began one Tuesday evening when Eric, whose screen name is Tiger met Katya; screen name Diamondgirl, online. Their conversation began with introductions and simple chats, but the two became quickly acquainted. They shared many things they have in common, like, their relationship status and what they normally do on their spare time.

The two told each other what they do for a living and where they work; coincidentally, they work in the downtown area. Eric is a librarian at the Central Library, and Katya works as a hotel manager at a luxury hotel. The two talked for hours until it was time to go to bed. Their conversation left them feeling that there was a possible connection. They hoped to see each other online the next day.

Wednesday begins like any other day. Both Eric and Katya lead their separate; daily lives. Throughout the day, they have crossed each other several times without knowing who they are online. They ride the light rail to work, and they order lunch at a deli not far from their workplaces. Their schedules are almost alike, except that Eric comes home an hour later, and sometimes he eats at a local diner a couple of blocks away from home.

As the evening comes, Katya comes home. She changes her clothes for something more comfortable, and then she unwinds by making herself a cup of tea and warming her leftover dinner that she made from the previous day. After finishing her dinner, she logs on her computer to see if she could meets with Eric again. Apparently, he is not online. Instead, she sends him an email.

Meanwhile, Eric comes home carrying his take-out. He sets his food on the table, so he can unwind. He logs on his computer and checks his email. He reads and email that was sent by Katya and it reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: No Subject

Hey, I had a great time talking with you last night and I hope to talk more with you.

-Katya

Eric sends an email reply, and then gets changed to his house clothes. He relaxes on the couch and watches t.v., while eating his take out food. The time passes to 10pm and he becoming tired. He turns off the t.v. and checks his computer to see if Katya returned his email. There was no response, so he turns of his computer and heads to bed.

Several hours later, Eric wakes up in the middle of the night. He tosses and turns, as he tries to fall back asleep. He gets up to check the time on his alarm clock. It reads 2:30AM. Frustrated, he gets out of bed and walks to the living room to surf the internet. He turns on this computer, and walks to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. As he returns, he checks his email and discovers a response from Katya and it reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: RE: No subject

Hi Eric, I ‘m sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner. I fell asleep as I waited for you…

Before Eric could finish reading his email, Katya’s screen name, Diamondgirl appears in a popped-up instant message window. The two chat online under their screen names.

Diamondgirl: Hi Eric.

Tiger: Katya, Hi. I couldn’t sleep. I checked to see if you were online.

Diamondgirl: I have a confession to tell you.

Tiger: What kind of confession? I hope you’re not going to tell me that you’re a man.

Diamondgirl: LOL. No. I am a woman, very much woman. I was up thinking about you too.

Tiger: Me too, I had trouble sleeping because I was thinking about you.

Diamondgirl: So you feel that way too?

Tiger: Yeah. Hey, why don’t we exchange phone numbers so we can talk on the phone? I’d like to hear your voice.

Diamondgirl: Well, I hope you can understand my accent.

The two exchange their phone numbers over the internet, and logged off when they finished. Eric returns to his bedroom to get his cell phone, and call Katya. When Katya picks up, on the other line, he is amazed by the sound of escort etiler her voice.

“You have a lovely voice” he complimented.

Katya, on the other line, giggles “No, you just like my accent.”

For a while, the two talk over the phone. They were getting to know more about each other. There is a comfort between Eric and Katya; they can share anything with each other. Somewhere in the conversation Katya becomes flirtatious with Eric over his real name.

“I love the name Enrique.” She adds “It sound so six-swen-yay”

He chuckles and asks, “What does that mean?”

She answered, “Sexy. I love your name and I call you Enrique from now on.” She continues; flirtatiously moaning out his name, but this time she speaks in Spanish, “Aye Enrique, siempre hablo claro su nombre, consigo esta comezón dentro de mí y tengo ganas de quererle más.”

Translation: Oh Enrique, everytime I speak out your name, I get this tingle inside me and I feel like wanting you more.

So amazed that he compliments Katya “Wow, I didn’t know you can speak Spanish perfectly.”

“I speak three languages. You like? I speak more”

The thought of hearing Katya on the other line has left Eric feeling hard. There is a minute of silence and two become turned on, that they express their urges. Eric reaches down his shorts to stroke himself. Meanwhile, Katya slides her hand down herself. She lets out a sensuous moan over the phone. She calls out his name “Enrique” and masturbates herself. She continues to tell him Spanish of how she would want to be treated in bed.

“Enrique, quiero sentirme su largo y difícil mí dentro de mí. No piense en nosotros apasionadamente jodiendo hasta que yo cum sobre usted y usted cum en mí.”

Translation: Enrique, I want to feel your long and hard self inside me. Think of us passionately fucking until I cum on you and you cum in me.

Eric whispers out to Katya “I want you.”

She responds back “I want you so bad.”

The phone sex goes on for a while, until Katya’s moan grow louder and louder. Eric is stroking himself faster, while Katya is rubbing herself harder. Eric can feel his balls ready to tremble and he tries to hold his release, but he spasms uncontrollably and lets out his first ooze. He gives out a hard grunt as he cums on himself. Katya, on the other line, can hear what Eric did. Just hearing him cum has caused her body to squirm and orgasm. She gives off a hard moan over the phone. The sound of ecstasy is heard from each other.

Eric, ecstatic from the phone sex experience, says “Wow! I can’t believe it happened!”

She replies, “Me too.” She adds “Enrique, I have confession.”

Eric chuckles, “What’s your confession?”

Katya pauses. She wants to tell him how she feels about him, but she holds back; due to awkward timing.

“I have never done this before.”

He replies, “Me neither.”

Although, the felt wierded-out they were comfortable, and they talked for another while until they were finally tired and went to sleep. But not before they said their good nights.

Their Thursday morning begins with the two waking up to a sensuous feeling in the air. Their whole day will become very unusual, as their daily routines are slowed from their infatuations of each other. At the Central Library, Eric is working putting books away on the shelves, but he realizes that he is placing them in the wrong periodical sections. All day, he can’t help thinking about Katya. But every time he thinks of her his cock grows under his slacks and he becomes embarrassed; afraid the library patrons will get the wrong impression if they approached him for assistance.

Katya, on the other hand, was making several mistakes at her job. She printed out the wrong reports. She nearly short-changed a customer, who decided to pay their room with cash, and she lost her words when the phone rang as she called a customer Eric, instead of a formal business salutations. During their lunch breaks, the two were nearly a danger to themselves, because they didn’t look both ways from on-coming traffic. As the day turns into early evening hours, Katya couldn’t believe what’s happened to her. All she can think about was Eric and last night. As her shift comes to an end, she sends an email to Eric from her job.

Meanwhile, Eric is stacking reference books on the cart, rolls past a row of computers. He sets the cart aside and goes on the computer, to quickly check for any emails from Katya. To his surprise he receives it and reads it. The email reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: Last night.

Eric, what did you do to me? I could not stop thinking about you. I was making mistakes like never before and I couldn’t stay focus on what I’m doing. I really can’t wait to see you online tonight. I thought about meeting you at work, and take you to a room where we can. (Hint) Please come home tonight. I want to do it again.

-Katya

Eric cock grows after reading the istanbul bayan escort email. He just can’t wait until tonight. In fact, he decides to reply to Katya and sends out a very hot; mouth-watering email. As soon as he finishes, he closes out the window and returns to work, but not until he was caught by his supervisor. Embarrassed, he clears his throat and hopes that his boss didn’t notice his erection.

Later that evening, Katya comes home. She sets aside her coat and immediately logs on her computer. She notices an email response from Eric. It reads:

From: Tiger

To: Diamondgirl

Subject: RE: Last night.

Katya, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. In fact, just thinking of your name has given me a hard on all day. Now here’s what I want you to do while I’m at work, think of yourself sitting on a chair, with your legs spread open and I eat you out. Think of me as I suck on your nipples and you lick my fingers, when you beg me to fuck you. Think of me when I then insert my cock in you and fuck you until you beg me to cum. You and I exchange saliva as we kiss and I suddenly compliment your pussy with a hot load all over you. I can’t to meet you online.

-Eric

The anticipation from the email made her feel very wet. Since she could not sit still, she raises her skirt and sinks her hand down her panties and begins rubs herself. She caresses her clit and makes circle motions around it. Her moans begin to grow louder as she picks up momentum from rubbing herself. Her eyes are closed with an imagination about Eric, and she becomes breathless as she is approaches orgasm. She rubs harder and faster until her body goes into euphoric stage. She can barely stay in her seat as her body tenses. The orgasm gave her an explosive feeling in her body, causing her to squirm uncontrollably. Once her orgasm settles down, she manages catch her wind, send a reply email to Eric.

An hour later, Eric comes home. He hangs his coat in the closet and gets settled. He goes to the fridge to get his leftover take-out food from last night, and warms it up in the microwave. While he waits for his leftover to warm up, he goes to his computer and logs on to see if there was reply from Katya. He noticed Katya sent a replied email and it reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: No Subject

Enrique, that letter you sent me made me very hot inside. I can’t wait to see you online tonight.

-Katya

Eric smiles. He can’t wait until he chats with her. All this anticipation for Katya took away his appetite to finish his dinner. His cell phone rings, on the other line is Katya, so he answers, “Hello?”

Katya, on the other line asks “Enrique, what are you doing?”

He replies, “Just getting in, I thought you were going to be online?”

Out of nowhere, she demands “Change of plans. Come get naked, I’m really horny.”

Eric’s reaction from Katya’s request made his cock painfully hard. The two take off their pants and begin having phone sex. Katya, naked from the waist below is rubbing herself. Her eyes are closed and she slowly squirm her body from the rhythm of her masturbation. Meanwhile, at Eric’s place he is slowly caressing his stiffening cock, while he overhears Katya on the other line moaning softly. The two exchanges their moans, until Katya’s moans grow louder. He listens carefully and jerks off only enough to detect Katya climaxing. So he won’t cum prematurely. Katya finally climaxes and cries out over the phone, “Fuck, I’m going to cum!”

Eric strokes his cock hard, until he releases his juices all over himself. He lets out a hard groan, while he overhears Katya orgasm from the other line. As the two begin to catch wind, they talk.

Katya; suddenly seductively compliment him “You are very… Zakh-va-tuvy-shii.”

Eric laughs and replies “What ever that means, thanks.”

“Addictive.” She adds, “You are very addictive. I was thinking about coming over to your place and fuck you. All through the day I was thinking about you. I was making a lot of mistakes. Whatever you did to me, made me feel… well you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But is what we feel real or just lust?” He asks.

She replies “We just wait and see. Where do you live?”

“Cromwell Avenue, and you?” he asks.

Excited, she continues “I live on same block, where?”

“Lagosa Street.” He adds, “Why? You live there too.”

Katya’s reaction is in disbelief. She wonders if the guy she has feelings for lives next door to her. She immediately replies a different answer. “No, I live on other side of town. I wondered what if we live next door to each other.”

“Wow! That would be dreams come true.” He adds, “We could spend a lot of nights together. Go to your place or my place for dinner, except I don’t cook very well. We could watch movies together at home and have lots of time to catch up. It’s been years since I’ve been with someone. However, I don’t even know my next door neighbor. She’s a young woman who escort ortaköy says hi and bye to me, but never says a word.”

Katya wants to confess, but she restrains herself from telling Eric and tells him “I wished I did live next door to you and I could cook for you.”

Eric replies “If you were here at my door. I’d probably want to see you in a lingerie serving me dinner.”

She laughs, “Maybe.”

Eric asks, “So Why do you call yourself Diamondgirl?”

Seductively, she answers “Because I have a real diamond piercing on my navel. And why do you call yourself Tiger, is it you have the strength of a tiger in bed?”

Eric blushes and laughs. “Naw, I could. But I was born in ’74. The Year of the Tiger”

“I was born in 1972, what year is that?”

“Year of the Rat.” He answered.

She laughs and replies “I’m not a rat. I am a woman, remember. Very woman.”

“How woman?” He asks.

“Very woman, you’ll see, and no I’m not huge. Just woman.”

Eric laughs, “I didn’t think of that. And I probably wouldn’t care. Let’s meet on Valentine’s Day. We could go someplace for dinner.”

Katya becomes silent for a few seconds. She’s worried that Eric will find out that she doesn’t across town, but she doesn’t want to refuse. She replies, “I’d like that. Want to meet after work?

“Sure. Valentine’s is Monday and it’s Thursday. What do we do for the next several days?” He asks.

“We do what we normally do over the phone. Maybe when we meet, we go to my place. I might serve you dinner in my lingerie.”

Eric smiles and replies “Mmm, I get to have dessert after dinner.”

They laugh and continue to talk throughout the night.

The very next day, Katya leaves work to go on her lunch break. Instead of going to the deli down the street, she goes to the Central Library to see what Eric looks like. As she enters, she looks around to see if she could recognize him. She crosses the reference desk, and she sees Eric placing books on the desk, while he talks to his co-worker. She recognizes his voice, and approaches the reference desk to see if she if could read his work badge. Once she confirms that the work badge has Eric’s name on it. Eric; not recognizing Katya asks “Hi how may I help you?”

Katya becomes pale and doesn’t answer. She feared that her accent will give way to Eric recognizing her.

Eric then calls her out. “Hey, I know you. You live next door to me.”

Katya freezes and then she nods.

He continues, “You don’t speak English. You from Russia?” She nods. As she grabs a book from the desk.

Eric continues, “We’ve live next door and we never introduced. I’m Eric and you are?”

Nervously she answers, but she alters her voice to a timid tone “Rina”

“Nice to meet you. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Katya takes a quick glance at the title of the book and it reads “English Dictionary” she smiles and replies,

“No, I need to read this book. But thank you anyway.”

“Okay, well nice meeting you.” Eric returns to work and Katya walks away carrying the dictionary. She realizes that Eric didn’t recognize her voice. She carries the dictionary and places it at a desk near the exit. She leaves the Central Library Building to return to work.

The time moves forward for Katya to leave work. She sets her handbag on the desk, and places her keys on top of the handbag as she gives her shift relief the details about some reservations. Outside, there is a nasty storm pouring both rain and snow and Katya is becoming concerned about catching the light rail train. She clocks out, grabs her handbag; not realizing that she dropped her house keys to the floor, and hurries outside to catch the light rail train that is docking at the station. She barely makes it to the train on time, but she is partially soaked. Throughout the train ride home, she thinks of ways she would like to approach Eric, after meeting him. She is also wants to tell him the truth, because of what she told where she lived.

As the train approaches her station she gets off and walks home. She stands in front of a puddle she doesn’t realize, and a passing bus speeds by splashing a wave of slush and water over her. Her hair suddenly soaked and her make up is running from the results of the splash. Frustrated, she walks home.

Once she arrives at her place on Lagosa, she digs her hands down her coat pockets and realizes that she is missing her house keys. She reaches for her cell phone in her other pocket and it is out service, because it is damaged from the splash. She realizes that her night is going to get bad; all she can do is wait for Eric to arrive.

An hour passed, and Eric arrives at the door soaked and wet. He notices Katya; whom he only knows her as Rina, drenched and shivering.

“Rina, are you okay?”

Katya responds, “Yes. I lost my keys.”

“You’re welcome to stay at my house, until we can figure a way to get you in.”

She smiles and without reluctance she nods. They enter Eric’s place and they take off their coats to hang dry. The two enter the living room, and Eric kicks off his shoes.

“You’ll have to excuse my appearance. My maid quit on me.”

She giggles, “Your place looks fine.”

“Thank you.” He continues, “You’re shivering. Would you like to wait here, while I get some clothes for you?”

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It was only by accident that Edward succeeded to the peerage. He was the third son, and normally his oldest brother, Charles, would have inherited the title and the estate when Lord Blaine died. His Lordship was a man of tremendous energy, and very much an outdoors person. He had no time for any sort of artistic activity and as far as he was concerned he was only ever really happy when he was on a horse, holding a gun or, rather unusually for his time, in a sailing boat, and it was the latter that caused his demise.

While Edward was a very good horseman and quite a reasonable shot, sailing was not one of his best points. While he could handle a boat quite well, he suffered badly from seasickness. This was so bad that anything more than a mild swell would have him retching and puking over the side and there was no chance of him sailing sensibly. His father was convinced that he was afraid of the sea and would not accept that he just had a physical problem which he could not overcome. Thus when his father went to sea on a particularly rough day with his two brothers he refused to join them, and so was not present when the boat overturned and all three were drowned.

Edward was just 26 when this accident occurred, and was completely unprepared for this unexpected inheritance. The estate was considerable, including as it did a very smart London town house, and a 5000 acre country estate, in the centre of which was a magnificent house dating back to the 16th century. Most of the estate was leased to tenant farmers, the home farm being of 1000 acres of mixed arable and dairy. This part of the estate was of particular interest to Edward, as he had been very involved in the management of the farm before his father’s death. He was rather a country boy, and not very interested in participating in the London season, although he did host a ball at his house. However, he returned to the country as soon as possible, where he felt most at home.

One problem which he had not anticipated soon arose to cause him considerable anxiety. His sudden accession to the title made him a prime target for the young ladies who were looking for husbands, preferably wealthy ones. He was a very attractive man, just over 6 feet tall, good-looking with a dark head of hair, but unfortunately was extremely shy. While he was very comfortable talking to men of any station about country matters, he was completely tongue tied in the presence of young women, which seemed to make him even more attractive to them, as they all thought that he would be an easy husband to manage.

Given free choice, he would have happily stayed single, and had he not inherited, this might well have happened. However this was no longer an option. It was crucial that he not only married but that he should produce a son and heir. In the event that he should have died childless, the estate and title would have passed to his cousin Harold, a wastrel who would certainly have gambled the whole thing away in fairly short order. So he had to find a wife, but the thought of being married to any of the young women who had put themselves on the market in the London season absolutely horrified him. What to do? Suddenly a solution occurred to him.

He had been friendly with the daughter of a neighbouring farmer, having played with her when she was a baby, and through the years of her girlhood. Now Alice was 18, and had turned into a very attractive young woman, and he realised that the feelings he had for her were much stronger than anything he had felt for the husband seekers who had been paraded in front of him during the annual upper-class flesh market. Unfortunately, although they were great friends, Alice was as shy as he was, and it took him quite some time before she became aware that their feelings were far more than just friendship. Finally he screwed up his courage and spoke to her father to ask his permission to ask Alice to marry him, which was gladly given.

The proposal was a little confusing, and it was quite some time before Alice realised that he was actually asking for her hand. When she finally understood she was delighted to accept, though she did ask him if he was sure that she would be grand enough for him, to which he replied that he didn’t want a grand wife, he just wanted a loving one. The marriage took place quite quickly, and, although he was under pressure from his relatives to have a grand affair in London they both wished to have a quiet event in the local village church, attended not only by their relatives but also by a lot of the employees of the estate and of her father’s farm.

They were blissfully happy together in the period leading up to the wedding, but after a few months it was clear to them both that something was not right. Edward badly needed advice, and there was only one person to whom he could turn, and that was Alfred, his personal servant. So now we need to know something about Alfred.

Alfred Watkins, or Fred as he was always known, had been born on the estate, the son of the butler. He was two years older than Lord Blaine, escort mecidiyeköy and, despite the difference in his standing from that of his Lordship, the two boys had played together from an early age. There was a large age gap between Edward and his elder brothers, so it was natural that he should enjoy the company of Fred, who was near his own age. Theirs became a very close friendship, and although Fred started his working life as a general servant and dogsbody, he was always unofficially Edward’s personal servant, and this position was consolidated when Edward inherited the peerage.

When Fred was 18, he enjoyed his first sexual experience with Mary, one of the maids, with the not surprising result that she became pregnant. Her father was not too displeased, as he could insist on Fred marrying the girl, thus getting rid of one of his daughters. Edward persuaded his father to allow Fred to live in one of the houses on the estate, where Mary produced a son, followed by another two years later. Although it had been a shotgun marriage, Fred was quite happy with Mary though he had one regret. He had been very involved with Jane, another maid, and would have preferred to be with her. However, her father had got a job some way away, so she moved and Fred consoled himself with Mary, rather more than he should have done. The marriage was not to last long, unfortunately, because the thatched roof of their cottage caught fire, probably due to a spark from a traction engine that was working nearby, trapping the two children inside, and just as Mary ran back into the house to rescue them, the roof collapsed and all three were killed, leaving Fred as a childless widower.

He was distraught at the loss of his family, and he moved back into the servants accommodation in the big house. He made no attempt to find other female company, but this situation changed when Jane came back to take up a post as Lady Alice’s personal maid, and their friendship was renewed. However, neither of them wished to commit themselves to each other, and, as there was no birth control methods available, they avoided a physical relationship. Jane had been involved with a man while she was away, and had become pregnant, but she lost the baby in the early days of the pregnancy, and she now wished to be very sure of their relationship before risking any sexual activity.

So this was Fred, to whom Edward turned when he had a problem. It had been a daily practice for Fred to bring a whisky decanter and glass to Edward’s bedroom just before he went to bed, but after the marriage this no longer took place, so it was a surprise when Edward told him to bring the decanter and two glasses to his room. When he arrived, he was told to pour a drink for both of them and to sit down. They sipped their drinks in silence for a few minutes, while Edward decided just what to say.

‘Fred, I have a problem and I want you to solve it for me.’

‘You know I’ll do anything I can to help’.

‘Well you might not be so keen when you know what it is. You must realise that Alice and I are wonderfully happy together, or at least we are most of the time. Trouble is, it’s just not working in the bedroom. It’s not her fault, it’s mine, I just can’t do it. I know what I’m supposed to do, but, to be coarse, I just can’t get it up.’

‘I don’t quite see how I can help with that, it sounds as though you need a doctor.’

‘I can’t go to a doctor, it’s hard enough telling you, but to tell the doctor would be just too much for me. But I’ve got to do something. It’s not just a question of Alice not having the pleasure of making love, but as you know well, it’s vital that I get a son. If I don’t, and anything should happen to me,the estate will go to Harold, and you know what a disaster that would be’.

‘Well, he certainly does have a reputation for throwing money away, and I must say an awful lot of people would be badly affected if he were in charge. Apart from which, we all be pretty unhappy if anything nasty should happen to you.’

‘Thanks for the compliment, but accidents do happen, look at my father and brothers for instance. I’m not planning to go sailing to get drowned, but there are plenty of other ways of dying young, so I’ve got to be realistic. I need a son, and there’s only one way I can think of to achieve that. I need a man that I can trust to do the job for me, preferably one who has already shown that he is not lacking in virility.’

‘That sounds drastic solution. You have anyone in mind?’

‘Yes, you.’

‘Me? You want me to… to sleep with your wife, with Lady Alice?’

‘Well not sleep exactly, I rather hope you’ll be very wide awake. Look, if this is too embarrassing for you, just say so and we’ll forget that I ever spoke about it. But I just don’t know any other man I could trust to do it and keep his mouth shut afterwards.’

‘But what will Lady Alice say? Surely she won’t agree to this.’

‘We’ve already talked about it, and she has agreed. She says bayan escort istanbul that she doesn’t want to have sex with any other man, but she knows how important a son is to us both, and she says that she can trust you to do just what is needed and not take advantage of her. Look, don’t answer now, think about it, and if you want to talk to Jane about it, I’m confident that she could be trusted as well. Let me know tomorrow please. Now drink up, and I’ll go and join Alice.’

Fred went straight to Jane’s room to talk to her. When he explained the problem that their employer had, she immediately said that it was his duty to help out. She did want to impose one condition.

‘Before you have sex with her ladyship, I want you to do it with me, please. Fred, you must realise by now that I love you, and always wanted you to be the man I could spend my life with. I get the idea that you might feel much the same about me, but I’m not going to ask you to make any commitment, just make love to me, please. As it happens, it’s not very likely I’ll get pregnant at this time of the month, but if I do, so be it. Now, take your clothes off and come into bed with me.’

Fred wasn’t going to argue with this request, and soon the two of them were starting a loving relationship that was to continue for the rest of their lives. He spent the whole night in bed with her, and next day he went to Lord Blaine to tell him what they had agreed. Edward was pleased to hear this, and said that he would tell his wife, and that she would make arrangements through Jane for Fred to visit her and carry out the deed.

After these discussions had taken place, it was arranged that Fred should go to Alice’s room the next evening. Fred bathed himself carefully and put on clean clothes before arriving at her room. Jane met him, and told him that Alice was ready for him and what she would be expecting. Then she gave him a quick kiss, and told him to go in, but he hesitated.

‘Jane, darling, I’ve never felt less like making love to a woman than I do now. Would you mind trying to get me a bit excited first before I go in.’

Jane drew him into her arms, and kissed him long and deeply. She opened her dress and put his hand inside so that he could hold her breast, while her hand opened his trousers and slipped inside. She found his limp penis, but as she caressed him and he felt the beauty of her breasts, his limpness disappeared, and he was soon fully tumescent.

‘There Fred, that’s better. I wish it was for me, but perhaps we can arrange that later on after you’ve serviced her ladyship.’

Fred and Alice

Fred entered into the bedroom. The curtains were drawn and there was only one small light. Alice was lying on the bed, the bed clothes turned back, and he could see the white form of her nightdress. He moved to the side of the bed. Normally he would have used her Christian name, as he had known her since she was a little girl, and only addressed her formally when non-family members were present, but now he felt totally awkward and didn’t know quite how to proceed.

‘My lady’ he started, but she stopped him.

‘You’ve always called me Alice in private before, this is a pretty stupid time to start getting formal. You must realise that this business is most unpleasant for me, but I do so want to give Edward a son and heir, and I don’t know anybody else I would trust to do this for me. Poor Edward is so embarrassed that he can’t impregnate me himself, and he tried so hard, but it just wouldn’t work for us, so I’m still a virgin, and I don’t really know much about what’s going to happen. I know the mechanics of it, I’ve seen the animals performing, you’ll have to teach me how to receive you.’

‘Alice, I’m sad for you both that it hasn’t happened as you wanted, but I hope that, if I can give you a son, you’ll be able to forget how it started. Anyway, all I’m going to do is put my penis into your sex. I’ll have to move a bit when I get in, but you’ve seen what animals do, and it’s the same thing really. I have to move to make me aroused enough to squirt my seed into you. I’m afraid it will hurt a bit when I go in, because I’ve got to break your maidenhead – there’s a thin skin that has to be broken to let me in far enough for my seed to get up into your womb. I’ll be as gentle as I can, and, once it’s broken, that’s done for the rest of your life’

‘Go ahead, do what you have to do. I trust you not to hurt me more than you have to. What do I have to do?’

‘You don’t need to do anything, I’ll look after it. I’ll just uncover your sex, then I’ll do it.’

He drew the nightdress up far enough so that he could see the triangle of fair pubic hair. He held both of her knees, and drew her legs apart, and, in the weak light, he could just see the darker mark of her slit through the hair. He had entered the room with no shoes on, and he unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down his legs, together with his underpants. He climbed awkwardly onto the bed and moved between her legs. escort beşiktaş His erection had subsided after Jane’s efforts, but the sight of Alice’s spread sex soon caused it to grow again. Although he had been very dubious about taking on this task, the thought of entering this lovely virgin body overcame his scruples. He leaned forward over Alice’s body and supported his torso on one hand while he held his now rigid penis in the other and cautiously guided it towards her sex. He could see little in the weak light, but he felt the tip of his tool touch her lips, and heard her sharp intake of breath as she felt the alien touch of a man on her most private parts.

Now he began to move his as penis searched for the entry into her inner lips, and he felt her yielding to his touch as he found the elusive spot, and began to enter her vagina. He could feel the heat of her body as his glans pushed open the tight channel, but it wasn’t a smooth progress. She was not aroused in any way, and as a result, her vagina was dry, and although his precum provided some lubrication, he could feel that he was having to force his way in. He quickly arrived at the barrier of her hymen and he began to push against it. Nothing happened for a moment, then suddenly the thin membrane tore. She cried out at the sudden pain, and he stopped moving, but then he realised that he had to go on, and he pushed in further till his pubis was touching hers and he was fully engaged. Her face was turned away from him he could see the distress she was suffering, but he had no option but to continue. He slowly drew back, then pushed in again. He could feel the lack of lubrication, as his penis dragged her flesh back and forth as he moved. Eventually his own fluid eased the movement a little, and he speeded up as he came near to his own climax. He felt the rush of fluid through his penis, which jerked and as he squirted his seed deep into her vagina.

He had made sure that he supported his weight on on his hands, taking care to make the minimum of contact with her body. Now, as his penis subsided, he withdrew from her, and climbed off the bed, drawing up his trousers as he stood up, then leaning forward and drawing her nightdress down over her knees. He could hear her crying quietly, and wasn’t sure what to say, so he tried to reassure her.

‘I’m sorry I hurt you, but it won’t hurt so much next time.’

‘What do you mean, next time? You’ve done it now, why do you think you’re going to do it again?’

‘Well, in theory I don’t need to do it again. The problem is that if I only do it once, you will have to wait until your next period is due before you find out if you are pregnant. Then I could do the same thing next month, but it could be a long time before we succeed. The more times I do it, the more chance is of your getting pregnant. It’s up to you, I know you don’t enjoy it, I can only say that I will try to make it as bearable as possible, and I think you’ll find that now your hymen is broken, it shouldn’t be painful for you.’

‘I suppose you’re right. So are you going to do it again now?’

This thought had not occurred to Fred, but he didn’t think it would be a good idea.

‘I think would be better to leave it for tonight, as you must be sore. In any case, a man needs a little space to recover his virility, so there wouldn’t be so much chance of it working at the second attempt.’

‘All right. I’m sorry if I sound a bit grumpy, as I realise that this isn’t easy for you either. But you are right, I am sore and I hope that will be better tomorrow. Thank you for doing what you are doing. Now go and ask Jane to come to me.’

He left and told Jane to go and talk to her mistress. Later that night he went to her room to talk about what had happened.

‘It was terrible, Jane. She was absolutely dry and I felt awful forcing my way into her. It obviously hurting her when I took her virginity, but after that it was still painful for her as I was dragging myself across her tight passage. It didn’t actually hurt me, but there was certainly no pleasure in it – not that I expected it to be a lot of fun, but I certainly didn’t expect to feel so unpleasant. I don’t really understand it, it was never like that with Mary, or with you last night, come to that.’

‘Silly boy, you obviously don’t understand women at all, not physically anyway. We don’t go around all the time with a nice slippery passage, it is only when we start to get excited that we get juicy down there. The problem you’ve got is that you can’t do anything to get her aroused, so she’ll just stay dry. I’ll see if I can think of something. Now, give me a kiss and go away. You need to save all your sperm to produce a son and heir for his Lordship, there will be plenty of time to fill me up after you’ve done your stud duties.’

The next day Fred went about his duties as normal. He felt a little embarrassed when he first met his boss, but that was soon overcome. Edward told him that he didn’t want to talk about what had happened with his wife.

‘Fred, I don’t think I can bear to talk about it. Just do it and I hope you can make her pregnant quickly, and it can be over with. It sounds a bit stupid to say thank you to a man for having slept with his wife, but I do appreciate it and realise that it must be a bit embarrassing for you, so let’s just accept that it’s happening and get on with it.’

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Author’s Note: I tried to limit the military slang but some was inevitable to help the flow of the story. Also, this is a work of fiction!

*****

“Welcome to Marine Camp Jalalabad,” said Staff Sergeant McGrew. “This will be your new home for the next seven months.”

“Oh great,” said Sergeant Bishop. “I can’t wait to hang out with Marines for seven months.”

“Do you have a problem with Marines?” asked McGrew, eyes narrowing.

“Oh no, they’re all really smart and nice and fun to hang around,” said Bishop, exaggerating her smile and rolling her eyes.

“Oh great, a sarcastic army sergeant, just what we need to liven up the place,” rumbled McGrew, he grabbed one of her three packs. “Follow me, I’ll take you to your tent.

Bishop grabbed her gear and fell into step behind McGrew. She stared at his back as he walked quickly toward the row of permanent structures nearby, he looked like a typical Marine, rugged and lean. As Bishop walked behind him, she was determined to match his pace, despite the two gear bags she carried. God, she hated Marines, she thought as they walked in silence. They were all arrogant, single-minded and obsessed with being Marines, they thought they were the greatest thing in the world, they had no sense of humor and tended to look down on other services. This one was probably an ass, just like all the rest.

It was just after sunrise in Afghanistan, the air was crisp and the sun was rising in a blaze of crimson light. As they walked, she saw a group of Marines running in formation off in the distance. It was a remote outpost manned by Marines, she had volunteered to deploy but had expected to go to an Army base, unfortunately, the Marine post had needed a motor transport chief to coordinate all their vehicle patrols and maintenance schedules and she got selected because she was the best.

He brought her to a line of large green permanent tent structures, off to the side was a small grey building. There were multiple rows of tents and she could see a line of brown tents in the back.

“The small grey one is mine, the showers are the brown ones in the back, the female shower is marked,” said McGrew. “If you need anything, just come let me know, you’ll get used to the layout after a few days, but if you need help finding your way around just ask.”

As he talked, he walked between the rows and came to the last tent in the second row.

“Here is your tent, we have a few other girls on base, so we’ve two tents designated for female enlisted, you share with the rest of them, the tents can house 12 so you should have plenty of room,” said McGrew.

“Anyone here?” he yelled out, when nobody answered they entered the tent. “Any questions?” he asked as he dropped her gear on a rack and turned to look at her.

Catching her breath from the pace he set she walked by him and dropped her bags on the metal rack. She looked around the tent.

“No, I’m good,” she replied, then deliberately turned her back and ignored him. She bent over and started opening her gear bags. After a few seconds she realized she hadn’t heard him move, she looked back over her shoulder. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat as she caught him staring at her ass. “I said I’m good.”

“Yeah, ok,” he replied and left the tent. McGrew was a little disconcerted that she had caught him staring at her ass. God, what a bitch, he thought as he walked away. Typical soldier, no discipline, they think this is all a joke and that all Marines are stupid. Still, he had to admit that she had a great ass.

It was mid-October and McGrew was four months into a 12-month deployment. It was his fourth deployment in five years. He liked deploying and he loved being a Marine. He had wanted to be one since he was a kid, and at 18 he’d enlisted. It had been the best decision of his life, he’d served 10 years so far and was going to stay in as long as they let him. The base they were on housed just over 300 Marines and support personnel. It was a remote outpost situated near the mountains bordering Pakistan.

Two months later.

“Damn I hate dealing with you,” McGrew fumed. “Why do you give me a hard time every time I come here?”

“I’m not giving you a hard time, I’m just making you fill out some paperwork,” Bishop replied with clenched teeth.

They glared at each other over the desk between them. Both stood with their arms crossed in front of them.

“Nobody else has to fill out this paperwork,” he said and took a step around the table, his six foot, 190 pound muscular frame dwarfed her.

“Nobody else comes back every single damn time with bullet damage all over my vehicles,” she said as she took a step toward him. She was only 5’2,” 115 pounds but she refused to be intimidated by this jerk of a Marine. “I have to write reports explaining all the damage on these vehicles, I don’t think having you help write them so I can justify the mechanical expense is really that big a deal.”

“Yet every time I come here you always find a reason to make me do more paperwork,” said McGrew raising his voice and inching closer.

“Like I said, you’re the only one escort şişli who brings back my vehicles all fucked up,” Bishop said, raising her voice and glaring up at him. They were barely a foot apart at this point and both were full of adrenaline. McGrew had just spent the day on a vehicle patrol and had come to turn in the vehicles, it was late at night and they were both tired and cranky. As they glared at each other she noticed the dark stubble on his chin, off-handedly she thought it made his brown eyes and attractive features even more striking, but hell would freeze over before she’d admit that. With his short dark hair and muscles visible in the green t-shirt he was wearing, he looked lethal.

“So you’re blaming me for getting shot at?” he yelled.

“Don’t give me that shit, I never said that, either fill out the paperwork or you don’t get the vehicles next time,” said Bishop.

The tension in the air was palpable and they were both breathing hard. As they stood glaring at each other McGrew noticed her chest heaving, her breasts strained the green t-shirt she wore. This was the first time he’d seen her without her blouse and her tits was bigger than he imagined, they looked like D’s, he reflexively glanced down and saw that her nipples were poking her shirt. He quickly looked back up into her eyes, they were a striking green and right now they were filled with anger.

She had grabbed some paperwork, so she hadn’t noticed his glances. Since he didn’t want her to notice what he’d just been looking at, he quickly said, “Never mind, just give me the paperwork. I assume I can give you this in the morning, I’d like to go eat now, if that’s ok?” His voice was full of sarcasm.

For just a second, she’d relaxed, as close as they were, she could smell the sweat and dust on him, it was manly and wasn’t unpleasant, she’d even noticed his glance and she could feel how hard her nipples were. Then he added the last sarcastic comment and the stray thoughts she had about him evaporated.

“Just make sure you get it to me,” she snapped.

Two days later.

He looked around the chow hall, every seat was taken. Finally, he spotted an empty seat, and then he saw who else was sitting at the table. He groaned inwardly, he didn’t want to fight but damned if he was going to let an army sergeant stop him from eating.

“Anybody sitting here,” he asked as he walked up.

Bishop looked up at him, for a second her eyes narrowed, then she just shrugged and told him to sit.

As he sat down, he inwardly vowed to make an effort to be nice. He smiled at her, she looked down and focused on eating while ignoring him, they ate in silence for a few minutes. Finally, McGrew tried to break the ice.

“Was my paperwork done right?” he asked.

“Yeah, it was fine,” she said curtly.

He felt his temper rising.

“Excuse me sergeant, what have I done now that’s pissed you off?” he whispered.

“Nothing, it’s just every time we talk we get mad at each other and I don’t want to deal with it, ok,” she replied.

“I wouldn’t get mad if you weren’t such a bitch to me,” he said.

“Now I’m a bitch? Why are you such a jerk to me?” she replied.

“Me! You always give me a hard time,” he said. “Look… never mind, I’m not hungry anymore.”

He stood up to leave, “You know, I’m not half the jerk you think I am.”

As he left the chow hall he couldn’t decide what to do next, finally he went to the gym and burned off his anger working out. Afterward, he took a shower, dressed in black running shorts and a gray USMC shirt and went to his room. As he lay in his rack reading a book, he drifted off to sleep and was woken with a knock on his door. He stood, glanced at the iPod next to his rack, 2135, and went to the door sleepy eyed. Outside stood Bishop, she was wearing a gray ARMY t-shirt, small black shorts and her long black hair was in a tight bun, she carried a small backpack.

Immediately weary “Yes?” he asked.

“Hey, I need a place to stay, can I rack up with you?” she said.

He froze, what the hell he thought, as he stood there.

“Look, let me inside and I’ll explain, it’s freezing out here,” she said, as if to emphasize her point her breath fogged the air.

“Uhmm… yeah, sure,” he said. He moved to allow her inside, as she passed him, he smelled lavender.

“You smell nice,” he said reflexively.

She just stared at him.

He felt awkward after having said that, looking down he mumbled. “It was just a compliment.”

“Oh, thanks,” she replied.

The room was small, there were two single metal racks with mattresses and standard military white sheets and green blankets against either wall with a footlocker underneath each, there were two chairs and multiple shelves in the center wall between the cots. Various gear adorned the shelves and an M16 was leaned against the wall by the door. Two small curtained windows were on either side of the door. The room was lit with a single bare light bulb.

McGrew closed the door and crossed the room, grabbing a chair escort bayan istanbul he told her to sit, taking her bag he put it against the wall next to his gear locker.

She sat down as he sat on the edge of his rack.

“Anyway, the generator went down for the female tents, the workmen say it’s going to be a few days before they can get the part and it’s freezing, so I need a place to stay,” she said, as she talked she shifted in her seat and stared at the ground.

“Ok, I get that, what I don’t get is why me,” he said.

She looked into his face, he had a quizzical expression, she quickly explained.

“It’s simple, you have a private room, all the other girls have found “friends” to stay with,” she said as she made quote marks with her hands. “I’m not worried you’ll get the wrong idea and I don’t really have any friends here who I can stay with, all the other guys would think it was a hookup and besides most of them are six to eight in a room and I don’t want rumors to get started.”

“Ok, I guess in a warped way that makes sense for you to come to me,” he said. “Yeah, fine, obviously you can see I have an extra rack, I’m warning you, if you snore, you’re gone.”

She gave a small laugh. “I don’t, I promise, thanks, I know you’d find it hard to believe but I don’t have a lot of friends around here.”

McGrew smiled, “I would never believe that!” he mocked.

She looked at him, for a second he thought she’d get mad, then she laughed. After a second he laughed too.

“I guess I can be a little bitchy,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I get told all the time I’m an arrogant jerk.”

They smiled at each other.

“Ok, I was kind of asleep so are you ready to hit the rack?” he said.

“Hell yes,” she said. “I’m beat.”

“Feel free to keep your gear on the shelves next to that rack, weapon by the front door, next to mine and put whatever you want in the footlocker underneath the rack,” he explained. “Any questions?”

“Nope, I’m good,” she said.

She started arranging her things, he took her weapon and put it next to his, as he turned back around his hand was on the light switch.

“You still need the light?” he asked.

She straightened and looked around.

“Yeah, one second, just want to let my hair down,” she said as she undid her bun. Her dark hair flowed to the middle of her back, she picked up a brush and ran it through her hair a few times, afterward she looked at him.

McGrew watched as she brushed her hair, with her hair down and a smile on her face she went from cute to gorgeous. The transformation was amazing, she had a small mouth, high cheekbones, a cute little nose and light brown skin. Her dark hair and skin made her green eyes stand out like emeralds. She finished brushing her hair.

“K, I’m ready,” she said.

McGrew hit the light, temporarily night blind he made it to his rack by memory, as he lay down he heard Bishop rustling around, after a few seconds he heard her get into bed.

“Everything ok?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Just had to ditch the bra and stuff, still have the shirt but the bra is really uncomfortable to sleep in. You know what I mean.”

“No, not at all,” he laughed. “I have no idea how uncomfortable a bra is.”

“Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t,” she laughed.

As they lay there they began to talk. At first about their lives, then why they joined the military, and their families; she found out he wasn’t as arrogant as he seemed, just confident in his abilities, he also had a good sense of humor and she laughed often at his comments. He learned that she was focused and caring and a little lonely. All the guys just wanted to sleep with her and all the girls seemed to hate her because of her looks and brains. This made her stand-offish toward them, which alienated her even more.

“Wow, never realized that,” McGrew said. “Girls are kind of bitchy like that, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, I think it wouldn’t be as bad if I was just pretty or smart, then they could feel like they were either prettier or smarter,” she said.

“That’s too bad,” he said. “If it helps, I don’t think you’re prettier or smarter than me.”

Laughing, “Thanks,” she said.

“Seriously though, sorry if I’ve been a jerk to you or anything,” he said.

“No problem, sorry if I’ve been a bitch,” she replied.

McGrew looked at his iPod, it read 0100.

“Wow, we need to get to sleep,” he said. “This has been cool, I’m glad it happened.”

“Me too,” she said. “Good night.”

G ‘night,” he said.

Morning light pushed through the curtains, bathing the room with low light. McGrew’s eyes cracked open, still sleepy, he lay there enjoying the warmth of his bed. He heard a rustle from the other bed. He watched as Bishop got out of bed, her gray ARMY shirt was tight against her skin, the first thing he noticed was her nipples pushing against the fabric, the second thing he noticed was that she had taken off her shorts. His eyes snapped open, she was wearing very small sheer red panties, as she stretched, he could clearly see a racing escort taksim stripe of dark pubic hair. McGrew thought back to her comment, ‘bra and stuff,’ now he understood what ‘stuff’ was. As these thoughts raced through his head, he realized she wasn’t moving, he looked up and met her eyes. She was watching him, she had caught him staring at her and now she was smiling. For a second, he didn’t know what to do, then he realized something.

“You came to my room,” he whispered, eyes still locked with hers.

She didn’t reply, just nodded and turned to make her rack. McGrew’s eyes widened, her panties were a thong. Her tanned ass was completely exposed, just a thin red stripe bisecting her cheeks. He admired her ass while she made her bed. It was tight, the skin smooth and unblemished with the cheeks bubbled out just a little, when she stood this created a clean line between her ass and her legs. After she finished, she turned around and saw him watching her.

“You just going to watch all day or are you getting up?” she asked.

“Free show,” he yawned. “If I have a choice, I’d watch all day.”

“Next time, take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she laughed.

McGrew smiled and watched as she put on her shorts and then stuffed her bra into her pack.

“I’d stay longer, but I don’t want people seeing me leave here, so I’ll just go to my room and then the showers,” she said.

“I understand,” he replied.

“Am I cool to stay tonight?” she asked.

“No problem,” he said.

“Have a good day,” she told him as she walked out the door.

Later that night, McGrew lay in his rack reading.

Knock, knock.

“Come in,” he said.

“Hey roomie, miss me,” Bishop said as she walked in wearing her full uniform.

McGrew smiled, “Strangely I did.”

“I know what you mean,” she said. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

As she talked, she started to change, she sat on her rack and pulled off her boots and socks. Then she stood and casually pulled off her bottoms and top, she turned her back to McGrew, he glanced up from his book and once again admired her toned ass, this time the thong was white with tiny red hearts.

“Cute panties,” he remarked as he went back to reading his book.

“Thanks, now no peeking, I’m about to change shirts,” she said and then lifted her shirt over her head, she quickly reached back and undid her bra and let it fall. Without missing a beat, she scooped up her gray ARMY shirt and pulled it on. She turned back around and smiled. “There, all ready for bed.”

“What, no shorts?” he asked.

“Didn’t see the point after this morning, unless it bothers you and you want me to wear them,” she said in an exaggerated mocking tone.

“I’d never say that in a million years,” McGrew laughed.

She smiled and lay face down on her rack. Pulling her pillow under her chin, she started talking about the day she had. McGrew put down the book and listened. Soon they were talking about everything again, hours passed and neither one felt tired despite having stayed up late the night before. Suddenly, in mid-sentence, Bishop yelped.

“Son-of-a-bitch, cramp,” she yelped and reached back toward her left calf.

“You ok?” he asked.

“NO,” she said. Her teeth were gritted and she was trying to grab her muscle, but that only made it worse.

McGrew got up and came over to her.

“Let me,” he said and pushed her hands away.

He started to massage her leg, at first Bishop tensed up from the pain, he watched her bite the pillow and heard her whimper. Gradually as he massaged the cramp out, she began to relax and her whimpers stopped. Minutes passed, his fingers probed and kneaded her muscles back into a relaxed state.

“That feels really good,” she said.

“Want me to continue?” he said.

She looked over her shoulder, their eyes met, suddenly Bishop became aware of how little she was wearing, it was one thing to tease and let him look, but entirely different when he was inches away from her practically bare ass. This close, she noticed how attractive he was, she could see the gold flecks in his brown eyes. His lips look soft and inviting, his hand rested on her calf, she could feel its warmth on her leg, she could also smell the soap on his body, as if he’d just taken a shower. Not trusting herself to speak, she just nodded and turned her face back to the pillow. She felt his fingers start to massage again. For a minute she was tense, her body enjoyed his touch, and she was aroused by the thought of him seeing her dressed in so little clothes. She wondered what to do, what was happening, finally… she decided to relax and just enjoy it.

McGrew could feel how tense she was as he started to massage her, he could tell that she was afraid that he was going to try for something more. He decided that he would just give her a massage and nothing else. He shifted his body and began working on her feet, using his thumbs and fingers he rubbed her soles and soon heard her moaning. He smiled as he worked, he was enjoying this as much as her. Her shirt didn’t quite reach her panties so he had an unrestricted view of her ass. It was easy to keep rubbing for her when his view was so amazing. He worked upward to her ankles and calves. She let out occasional moans to let him know when he hit a particularly good spot. He started working on her thighs, moving closer and closer to her ass.

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(I once heard a story from the friend of a friend and can’t verify its authenticity, but it sounds like it can be true. I have the story on audiotape, so I will write it down and let you be the judge.)

*****

The lights flickered, casting shadows along the wall.

I yawned, watching my large black breasts raise higher as I stretched my arms.

I was naked? How could that possibly be?

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself. And then it dawned on me. What if there was someone else in the room with me?

I covered my exposed breasts with my hands then scoured my bedroom for possible male party goers leftover from last night’s Halloween festivities.

A lone male slept naked over in the corner, snoring quietly. A sharper more observant glance told me that his body was elevated by the young lady passed out underneath him. She was partially naked, and still in possession of her pulled up pants. Obviously her would be lover had passed out before he’d had a chance to score.

I scanned the room further, and caught sight of my best friend Cheryl, sitting in the corner, her knees tucked up into her large white breasts. Like me, she was topless, but at least she still had on her skirt. I was butt naked.

She too was also out cold, snoring up a storm, no doubt from all the drinking I remembered her doing the night before.

A glance at the wall clock made me wince. Seven-thirty in the morning? My parents would be home by noon.

“Damn!” I spat the word out as though it were to be my very last, a vocalized spurt of distain over the fact I had foolishly allowed the party to get out of hand at my parent’s mansion. I had also foolishly allowed some of the guys to bring bottles of liquor in, and had idly stood by as they spiked the punch bowls and passed out joints of chemically soaked pot.

The air was still thick with the stench of cigs and mind altering doobies.

I had promised my parents there would be no smoking and no drinking if they would only allow me to have the Halloween party at their house, only I had seriously fucked up, allowing both drinking and smoking. I had assumed wrongfully that I could handle the supervising of tipsy, high flying college students. Instead, I had made the classic mistake of getting drunk myself, and of smoking some wicked pot that was ten times as powerful as the more milder weed I was used to smoking once in a blue moon. Only the moon wasn’t blue tonight, it was a bright white, and shimmering through the windows to illuminate my senseless folly. I now sighed in fear. The furniture in my parents mansion was expensive and custom made. I began to tremble, and think, ‘God help me if any of their stuff is burnt or stained.’

Still, the pangs of curiosity began to play around at the edges of my mind. Why was I naked? Surely I hadn’t…hadn’t…I turned away the thought, and was unwilling to look down at my virgin pussy for clarification.

I could now feel that something rubbery and wet was laying on my stomach. A used condom? Surely not! I was too afraid to look! I wondered apprehensively if it might indeed be the unthinkable. If it was, then it probably meant some guy had taken advantage of my co-operating drunken, stoned state, then had sex with me and then yanked off the condom after he’d had his fun, and laid it across my tummy as his calling card.

I was supposed to be saving myself for marriage because that was what good little nineteen year old Christian virgin girls did, save themselves for Mr. Right. Only if it was a tell-tale used condom laying on my tummy, then it surely meant that my virgin days had come to an abrupt screeching halt.

I began to panic, thinking ‘should I look, or shouldn’t I look?’

I sighed and looked down.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The words just sort of tumbled out of my mouth like bricks from a demolished building.

It was indeed a condom, and even scarier still, it was wet and it stank. Obviously it was filled with ripening baby making batter, but at least it was contained and harmless tucked away in the rubber reservoir, or was it?

Why was some of the sperm sitting in drops on my tummy?

I picked up the condom and examined it further.

My sharp little brown eyes suddenly picked up the glare of a flickering broken lamp and gazed in horror at the condom. It was split down the middle starting from the reservoir tip going all the way down to the rubber ring.

I sat up and looked next between my legs. There were red splotches on my thighs and a large speck of red on the sheet by my thigh. Blood! No doubt virgin blood splatter from a broken hymen! But there was something else, the drying pool of potent semen oozing from my pussy.

“Oh fuck!” I spat out angrily. Had I been that damn drunk and high on pot that I’d actually spread my virgin legs open wide for some equally drunken moron? But which drunken moron? I had invited over ten guys to the party, and some of them had brought friends. Everyone wore masks and costumes. Would I even know who the culprit was, porno even if I could remember some masked acquaintance humping me?

I heard the sound of a voice from across the room.

I panicked. In my haste to examine my pussy and the broken condom, I had forgotten that I wasn’t alone.

My girlfriend Cheryl was muttering to herself as she began emerging from her slumber.

I glanced at the man, laying on his partially clothed date. She too was beginning to come to.

I found my blouse and skirt strewn on the floor and bent over to pick them up. Then I hastily whipped them on.

My pussy felt a little sore as I rose to my feet. More cum dripped out of me.

Obviously, the guy that had humped me senseless, had been doing it for most of the night, filling me up like some damn hose! But after he’d had his fun, he’d vanished away, leaving no trace of who it was that had actually done the honors of deflowering me.

The phone rang. My blood ran cold. My parents perhaps? Calling to let me know they’d be home a little bit early perhaps?

I checked the number. “Shit.”

“Hi mom.”

You didn’t answer the house phone or your cell all night long.”

“Sorry mom. The music was a little loud, and…no, there wasn’t any alcohol or drugs here. No, no hanky panky either. Don’t be silly mom, just a few guests from the brethren at church. No, not my college buddies. Why would I lie about something like that? No, the house is fine. No, nobody smoked. Right, your plane’s late and you’ll be home at five this afternoon? Very good. See you then mom.”

I sighed as I cradled the phone back on the wall. I had been granted a five hour reprieve. It was no longer to be noon, but rather five in the afternoon. That suited me just fine.

“What did your mom say?”

I jumped about ten feet in the air. “Shit Cheryl, don’t you ever do that, creeping up on me like that. You’ll give me a stroke!”

I now recognized the guy stumbling to his feet as Arnold Webber, the back up quarterback on my college football team. I hadn’t invited him, so it was certain he had found out about the party and just decided to stop on by uninvited.

His cock was still fully erect as he stood, making me blush.

“Put some clothes on will you, and then leave.”

“You’re not making us breakfast first?”

I stared at him incredulously. “Who is ‘us,’ you and your moron friends that decided to invite yourselves? As for breakfast? What are you, brain dead? You weren’t even supposed to stay past midnight.”

“Okay, no need to get sore. Just asking is all.”

He whipped on his briefs, pants and then snatched up his shirt as he moved for the door. It then dawned on me that he might have seen whoever it was that had been putting the wood to me the night before. If I were to fall victim to a possible pregnancy, it might come in handy knowing who the hell to blame. Telling your parents you were knocked up was one thing, but being unable to tell them who the father was, well that would be absolutely nuts.

“Arnie, wait. Do you remember who I was with last night?”

He shook his head and then scratched it. “Don’t you know?”

My anger was beginning to really build. “Can’t you just answer my fucking question?”

He glared at me indignantly. “I thought you Christian girls didn’t swear?”

“I’ll do more than that if you don’t answer my question.”

He sighed and pursed his lips, deep in thought. Finally he threw his arms up into the air. “I was drunk, and then all I remember is taking a couple of puffs on that joint and I was really flying. Never tried pot so powerful or mind altering before. I didn’t know who I was or what I was doing. Sorry, I didn’t see who you were with or what you ended up doing with him.”

“Same here,” I shrugged, equally sore at myself for inhaling that damn nightmarish pot.

Debbie Maxwell suddenly got up. She had been underneath him. Her face turned beet red at the realization her floppy boobs were just dangling out in mid-air. In a panic she glanced down at her blue jeans. They were still on her body. “Oh thank God, for a minute there I was afraid I’d actually let Arnie here bonk me.”

“You wish,” he spat out in retaliation.

“Do you know who I was with?” I asked Debbie, panicking at the thought I might never find out who I had stripped down naked for.

Debbie made up a face, deep in thought. “Naww, I passed out early, just after the first toke of that damn powerful pot, and…and…wait a minute, I remember, it was a fellow with rabbit ears. Dressed up like bugs bunny I think.”

“I don’t remember any rabbit,” Cheryl said softly, rubbing her head.

“Wait a minute,” Arnie shouted, snapping his fingers as the word rabbit now jogged his memory. “That’s right, Bugs Bunny! Someone dressed as a rabbit. Debbie’s right. I remember now, He was grunting and really going at you, but he never took off his mask or his costume before I fell asleep, so I can’t tell you more than that.”

I nodded Aile İçi Porno appreciatively. At least that was something. Still, I was loathe to fear the worst. Why fret over being pregnant when in all probability I wasn’t knocked up at all. Besides, it was only my first and only time having sex. The chances and odds therefore were in my favor that I was baby free. Still I knew I had better be right. My Christian faith didn’t allow for abortion, and to be pregnant and not married at the Christian church I attended, would be bringing real shame to not only me but my entire family. I just hung my head and hoped and prayed that Mr. Rabbit had been firing blanks last night.

“You okay?”

Cheryl’s voice caused me to turn away from Arnie, who, along with Debbie, had begun slipping out of the room. There was not going to be any breakfast, and therefore no reason to stay at my home any longer.

“I’m glad you’re still here, Cheryl. You can help me clean this mess up.”

“Sure, be happy to help. You really had a guy take your virginity last night?”

“It really did happen, and I’ve got the broken hymen and virgin blood spatters to prove it.”

“He at least wore a condom, I hope?”

“Yeah, but the condom broke.”

“What??!!”

“My sentiments exactly. I had damn well better not be in the family way, or else all hell is going to break loose. I spent my whole life abstaining from sex, and saving myself for marriage, but just because of some serious mind bending pot, I temporarily went off the deep end.”

“Don’t feel bad. It wasn’t you alone. Talk is that the weed was soaked in some powerful LSD. Everyone got their minds messed up by it.”

“Yeah, well I’m not responsible for everyone. Just me. Damn! How could I have been so damn stupid to start drinking in the first place? Now I know why they make the legal drinking age twenty-one, so that nineteen year old morons like me won’t be tempted to mix booze with pot and end up spreading their virgin legs for some giant rabbit.”

“Tell you what,” Cheryl said. “Why don’t you forget all about it, and let me make the inquiries, maybe somebody will remember who came in the rabbit costume.”

“Unless they are still here?” I whispered, now deep in thought. “Why not? If Arnie and Debbie were still hanging about, maybe half the guests are still hanging about, sleeping it off on couches or in other rooms. The mysterious Mr. Rabbit might be one of them.”

“A distinct possibility, although more than likely, if he were going to stay, he would still be in this room.”

“Let’s go check.”

We stepped out of the bedroom, and Cheryl almost tripped on an empty beer can.

I rolled my eyes at the stupidity of it all. In addition to sneaking bottles of vodka in, the dweebs had smuggled in beer as well. I sighed in frustration, hoping my parents expensive furniture wasn’t soaked in it.

The hallway was a haze of leftover smoke, and the lingering scent of powerful pot still hung like a shroud. As we reached the bottom of the winding oak staircase, the realization sunk in that I was going to have to expunge the odor, or face angry Christian parents who were smart enough to know that ordinary cigarette smoke smelt a whole lot different.

“Cheryl, could you please help me out and go around opening windows throughout the house? We have to get rid of that stench. I’ll look for Mr. Rabbit myself.”

“Fine,” she agreed. “I’ll start with the kitchen walk out screen doors, then the living room bay windows, then make my way back upstairs.”

I was horrified at the deplorable mess strewn on the expensive cherry wood floor boards.

I grabbed an empty garbage bag out of the cupboard and began to drag it along the floor, scooping up empty pizza boxes, pop cans, more beer cans, and the odd cigarette butt here and there that had not, thankfully, burnt the furniture. There was one burn mark on the floor from where some moron had squished a lit butt with their foot, but a slight adjustment in the placement of the couch, covered the monstrosity.

A trip to the bathroom found two discarded condoms sitting in the trash, I fished them out, knowing that was probably the first place my church going momma was going to look.

Apart from Debbie and Arnold that had been holed up in my room, there was no one else lingering from the Halloween party, especially not the elusive and troublesome Mr. Rabbit.

I was suddenly weak in the knees. Giving up my virginity to some masked dweeb who must have known that their condom broke but who didn’t have the courtesy to at least give me a heads up and let me know who he was in case the unthinkable did happen.

“Oh shit,” I muttered, slipping my backside down on the arm rest of a leather recliner. “What if?”

What if??!! The two words rattled around my brain like some pulled hand grenade pin, waiting for the end of the world should the unthinkable ever happen.

Good little Christian girls weren’t supposed to behave like sluts, amatör sikiş and if they did, they were at least supposed to cover their tracks and not bring shame upon the entire church they attended. And they were most certainly not supposed to break their parent’s God fearing hearts with a swelling belly.

I pursed my lips at the thought as Cheryl began walking towards me, her smile indicating she had completed her mission to help air out the place.

“Why so glum?” she asked me. “The place aint that bad. Now that you’ve picked up the scattered trash, it almost looks untouched, but the kitchen is a different story. A few of them must have been raiding the fridge, and that giant Halloween cake you bought even somehow made it to the walls. We’ll have to scrub in there pretty good.

“Drying cake I can handle,” I whispered. “Swelling bellies I cannot.”

“Is that why you look so down?” she asked, tossing her pretty blond hair to the side and letting it dangle sensually as though she were unfurling some kind of sexy flag. Her hand rested on my shoulder and she had that weird look in her pretty blue eyes again.

“What you need to soothe and relax you is a nice oily massage.”

Cheryl’s words made me cringe. Whenever the massage topic would arise, then I could be certain she was getting horny. Being an admitted bi-sexual lady might be okay for her, but for a church going member like myself, tested the female on female waters would be the equivalent of setting myself on fire. People in my Christian faith were intolerant of Lesbians or Gays, and the only thing that saved me from being lambasted as Cheryl’s best friend, was the fact that her sex cravings were the world’s best kept secret. I had always resisted the urge to experiment sexually with her, although that didn’t mean her words and pleas to let her touch me didn’t turn me on.

Still, I wasn’t too concerned that I occasionally did have some cravings to walk on the wild side with her. Most women, if they were honest, would admit that at least once or twice in their lifetimes, they did wonder about what it might be like to get naked with another woman. The thought was intriguing, but my biggest concern with allowing it was that I was afraid I might actually enjoy it, and end up making love in a variety of unnatural ways to Cheryl on a weekly or even daily basis. Such a scenario might mess with my heart and mind, causing me to turn lesbian. There was just no way I was ever going to allow that to happen.

I gently brushed her hand with the long sexy red nails off my shoulder.

“Don’t, Cheryl,” I begged in a deathly whisper. “It’s not that I wouldn’t enjoy being with you in that way, but if I do get started, where would it end? I teach a Sunday School class, and sing on the choir, not to mention that I am vice-president of the young people’s department. My dad is a church elder and my mother sits as a voting member of the executive board. If I did ever develop Lesbian tendencies, then where would it all end? The church would eventually find out and then would kick me out of everything I do, then disfellowship me completely. My parents would boot me out of the house, withdraw my college funds and disown me, and then where would I be?”

“No one would have to know,” she said, her eyes glimmering and her hand running over top of my blouse, brushing onto the generous cleavage that was still showing.

My pulse began to quicken and my worried mind began to go frantic. I gently brushed her hand away again.

“I said don’t. How can you even suggest I start up sexually experimenting with you when I just spent the night getting filled with baby making sperm by some disappearing moron in a rabbit suit? Please, I know we’re best friends, but that is in spite of you being bi-sexual, not because you are bi-sexual.”

“You don’t have to worry about searching for Mr. Rabbit,” she said, her eyes ablaze with desire and her dazzling white teeth nibbling on her pretty bottom lip. Being so drop dead gorgeous meant that guys were coming on to her all the time. She did have a token boyfriend she saw once a week for purely innocent dates, like having pizza or going to the movies. He had no idea she preferred women. She was only using him as a cover to throw off the scent of gossipers and busybodies who had a definite knack of uncovering such salacious information.

Her words concerning the missing rabbit made no sense. “Why shouldn’t I have to worry about finding Mr. Rabbit? Do you have any idea how much hell and shit will hit the fan if I am pregnant? And how damning would it sound to the community if I were to admit that I didn’t even know who the father was?”

“If there is a baby, then the father would be me,” Cheryl whispered, a tear suddenly dribbling down her sweetly sculpted cheek.

“What?”

More tears began to flow. “My name wasn’t always Cheryl. Five years ago, before I joined this community, my name was Charlie. I was born a male, but I always viewed myself as being a woman trapped in a man’s body. I have been undergoing hormone replacement therapy for the last eight years, since I was thirteen, and I have been successfully changing the balance of sex hormones in my body to the point where I now consider myself to be all woman, except that I haven’t done the final surgery yet. I’m still not sure if I want to.”

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From behind my sunglasses, I watched Lesia’s arrival at Sandy’s pool party. I was mostly submerged in the cool pool water, taking things in and, as I watched her chatting with Sandy and a few other guests, I was reminded of how I’d had a crush on her four years ago when we’d been freshmen. She was tall with light brown hair that had been really long four years ago but that she currently wore very short. She also had very full lips. Although I probably didn’t harbor a crush on her after freshman year, I still found her attractive so she had my full attention. Because we’d had so many classes together through high school, we’d become friends, though we didn’t see each other very often outside of school. Now that we’d graduated and would be heading off to college, we’d certainly see each other even less frequently.

She set her things down near the pool and my attention was riveted when she started to remove the cover-up she was wearing. I hadn’t realized just how long her legs were as they were fully revealed but when the string bikini she was sporting was exposed, I was glad to be hidden behind my sunglasses while the cool water worked like a cold shower on parts of me that suddenly were feeling additional blood flow. I thought I caught a quick smile out of her before she set her cover-up with her other things as I continued to devour her body with my eyes. When she started to walk toward me along the edge of the pool, I figured she must have just recognized who was behind the dark glasses. I figured I was still safe leering at her as she approached.

Although she looked fucking fantastic in her bikini, her body wasn’t necessarily perfect and I’m sure that the years that have since passed may have affected my exact memory of it. Regardless, she had the long legs and decent sized breasts that were by no means bursting out of the top. I knew that I’d be on alert for a look at her ass, too, but I was expecting it to be quite nice, as well.

“Hi,” she said as she dipped a foot into the pool, “how’s the water?”

“It’s really nice, once you get in,” I replied, “I’d recommend some sunscreen first, though.”

“Oh my God!” she said, “I completely forgot. I’ll be right back.”

I almost moaned out loud when she turned and I got a look at her ass. I was seriously contemplating the feasibility of a summer romance before we went off to college just to get my hands on her ass, if nothing else. It definitely didn’t help when she bent over to retrieve her sunscreen or when she started to slather it on her body, especially up and down those long legs while leaning forward and allowing me a look at her cleavage. I thought it was just good luck that she had decided to face almost directly toward me as she applied her sunscreen, maybe because we’d just been talking, but I also thought that I’d done a good job of not letting her know that I was completely enthralled by her figure.

She came back over near where I was in the pool again, but with her sunscreen and a towel this time.

“I can’t reach my back,” she stated, “Can you help me out?”

Realizing that there were people all over the place with dry hands, I was aware that her asking me was an excellent sign. I dried my hands on her towel and she squeezed some sunscreen into them then turned and sat on the edge of the pool with her back toward me. I ogled her ass from just inches away before starting to caress her back, continuing to rub the lotion in even after it already was no longer visible. When I finally managed to quit, she turned and asked if I needed a reapplication anywhere.

“I could probably use some more on my shoulders and upper back,” I replied, “and maybe I’ll put a little bit more on my face.”

I relished the feel of her hands on my shoulders as I took care of my face and wondered if she’d likewise relished the feel of my hands on her. When she was done, I turned to face her again and she smiled at me then leaned closer and rubbed in some sunscreen that I’d apparently done a poor job with on my face. I was acutely aware of how close we were at the moment and was fairly certain that she was, too.

“Okay, I’m coming in,” she said after giving me a smile.

She didn’t jump right in, but walked back around to the steps while giving me another chance to admire her figure. I don’t think I did it consciously, konulu sex but I was moving from the deep end toward the steps as she reached them and started to descend. Again I appreciated the dark sunglasses as her nipples suddenly announced their presence by trying to pop right through her bikini top. I was trying very hard not to picture her without her bikini as she made her way into the deeper water and I made my way into the shallower water. It definitely made a difference when she was submerged up to her neck and we started to catch up on what we’d been up to since graduation, but there was unquestionably a very palpable chemistry between us.

We hung out a lot together during the course of the party and I was pretty aware of where she was when I wasn’t with her but I don’t think that anyone else was really aware that something was happening between us. After the sun had gone down and we were back in the pool up to our necks once again, I took her hand under the water at one point and we shared our first kiss.

“I was going to have a party at my house tonight because my family is out of town,” she started to tell me when we stopped kissing, “but I’m glad I accepted Sandy’s invitation instead.”

“So am I,” I assured her and kissed her again.

“There still remains the issue of me returning home to an empty house, however,” she continued after some thoroughly enjoyable kissing, “Would you be available to see me home safely and make sure there are no boogeymen?”

“Absolutely,” I replied with a smile, “though I do think we’re going to need to make sure that we get all of this sunscreen and chlorine off of our skin before we call it a night. We might need to assist each other with that.”

“Of course,” she said with a smile and suddenly we weren’t just kissing but were making out passionately.

We stuck around long enough to help Sandy clean up a bit then innocently just happened to leave at the same time. I followed Lesia back to her house and parked on the street once she’d pulled into her driveway. By the time I was heading up her driveway, she was waiting for me behind her car. I kissed her again in the dark there, my hands on her hips feeling the bows in her bikini bottom through the material of her cover-up.

“Do you want me to wait here in the dark until you can get inside and turn off the porch light?” I asked, concerned about her neighbors.

“No,” she replied defiantly, “I’m eighteen and I have no problem with parading you into my house right in front of anyone nosy enough to be spying on us.”

She took me by the hand and led me up to the back door where she kissed me again under the porch light before unlocking the door and letting us in. She turned off the porch light and locked the door behind us, then led me through the house and up the stairs. The bathroom was right at the top of the stairs and she led me directly into it then pulled the shower curtain aside.

“Don’t turn the shower on yet,” I requested and she turned back toward me. We started to make out and I raised her cover-up, pulling my mouth from hers as I pulled it up over her head. With that cast aside, I caressed her ass through her bikini bottom before bringing my hands up to her tits. Her nipples were hard, trying again to burst through the fabric, so I decided to free them and reached up to untie the bow at the back of her neck. Before her top could fall away, I also untied the bow at her back, then stepped back and slowly exposed her tits. They were nicely highlighted by tanlines from her bikini top and her nipples were thick and hard, surrounded by puckered areolas. I lowered my head to lick and suck one while I caressed the other with my hand. She ran her fingers through my hair as she moaned.

I alternated back and forth from one nipple to the other before starting to kiss my way down her ribs and across her abdomen. My hands ended up on her hips, so I started to untie the bows there simultaneously. I pulled my head back as her bikini bottom started to drop away and her trim, light brown bush was revealed. She leaned back against the sink and spread her legs a bit more as I ran my tongue up her slit and tasted her copious juices. She moaned and grabbed my head again while I licked her pussy and caressed the area surrounding it. I just wanted to taste her as much as I could at first, but gradually brought a hand around and slipped a finger into her. Her pussy was so snug yet so slippery that I could not wait to slip my cock into her, but I also wanted to make her cum first.

I started to lick and suck her clit while sliding my finger in and out of her as she continued to moan louder and longer. I glanced up beyond her perky tits and impossibly hard, thick nipples to her face, which wore an expression of raw passion. Her eyes were closed but she had a big grin on her face when it wasn’t contorted with pleasure. I was still feeling pretty incredulous at the way porno seyret this day had progressed, from first realizing how hot she looked in a bikini and progressing to having my face buried in her pussy as she loomed naked over me. I was surprised that I hadn’t exploded in my swim trunks already.

I sensed that she was getting close to cumming not only by the random twitches that her body was experiencing, but also by how her already tight and slippery pussy was becoming more engorged while being flooded with more lubrication. Her moans were also getting louder and she was practically gasping for breath by the time I had her right on the brink of cumming. She tensed up and seemed to hold her breath momentarily before letting out a cry as her body shook while she experienced a long, intense orgasm. I continued to finger and lick her for the entire time she was cumming and stopped only reluctantly once she’d released my head and her body relaxed. I sat back on my heels and admired her naked body as she recovered until she opened her eyes and smiled down at me.

“That was incredible,” she gasped before helping me to my feet, “but now it’s my turn.”

She kissed me as she worked on the drawstring of my swimsuit while turning me around so that I could lean against the sink. Once she had the drawstring undone, she dropped to her knees and I pulled off my shirt. She slowly worked my swim trunks down until my throbbing tool popped out in her face. She paused for a moment, staring at it, then yanked my trunks the rest of the way down and, while I stepped out of them, she took my cock in her hand and stroked it. She raised it while stroking it and started to lick my balls while I moaned. Her tongue then traveled up the underside of my tool and her full lips wrapped around my shaft. I moaned again as she slid her lips down my shaft and my cock was engulfed in her hot mouth.

She was no slouch when it came to cocksucking, not that I had very much experience at that point in my life. I do know that it was the best blowjob I could ever remember experiencing. I ran my fingers through her short hair and watched as her full lips slid up and down my tool while she pumped the base with one hand and fondled my balls with the other. I was so fired up after spending the day with her in her bikini then stripping off said bikini then licking her nipples and eating her pussy that I’d been stunned that I didn’t cum as soon as she’d touched my aching cock. Being able to enjoy her cocksucking for even a few minutes was an unexpected but greatly appreciated treat. However, it didn’t take very long from the time she first slid her lips down my tool before I felt an orgasm building.

I relished the pleasure that I was feeling as she sucked on my cock but didn’t try to hold out as my orgasm drew closer. I appreciated the enthusiasm with which she was sucking me off and was feeling pretty confident that I’d have the good fortune to experience her talents beyond that night. As my cock swelled even more in anticipation of cumming, I couldn’t resist moaning louder and, as I exploded into her mouth, the pleasure in my cry of relief was unmistakable. She continued to suck me off until I was completely spent then let my cock fall from her mouth as she looked up at me.

“You fucking rock!” I told her, which brought a big smile to her face. I helped her up and kissed her hard despite her cum breath simply because I so appreciated what she had just done for me. I couldn’t help but drop my hands to her ass as we made out and I felt her hard nipples against my chest.

“Shall we shower?” she asked once we finally broke apart and were just staring at each other goofily. She turned toward the shower to get it turned on once I’d nodded and I just stared at her ass as she bent over to adjust the water temperature. She got the shower turned on then turned and beckoned as she stepped in. I followed her and watched the water cascading over her tits and down toward her pussy as she wet herself down. When she was finished, we traded places and I wet myself down while she grabbed a bottle of shower gel. We each took two handfuls and started to lather each other up. There certainly was no sunscreen or chlorine remaining on our skin by the time we’d finished cleaning every square inch of each other’s bodies. I know that I was familiar with every nook and cranny of Lesia’s body by the time she was rinsing off the lather I’d created. Likewise, she’d not only gotten me abundantly clean but had my cock fully erect again by the time I was rinsing off.

She turned off the shower and grabbed a couple of towels so we could dry off before stepping out. We were both completely ready to go again by the time we were dry so she led me to her bedroom, leaving the towels and swimsuits behind. Her bed was pretty big, a full or a queen, and she had me climb up and lay in the middle of it while she sought out something in her nightstand. I watched her tits swinging türk sikiş as she leaned over, digging deeply into the back of one of the drawers, until she extracted a bag that was well folded over. From the bag, she extracted a box of condoms and tore it open. She pulled out the whole dozen and tossed one to me, looking a little sheepish.

“I think they were meant to be a gag gift for my eighteenth birthday a couple of weeks ago,” she explained, “I laughed along with everyone else, then hid them in there just in case. Now I’m really glad that I did.”

She dropped the rest of them onto her nightstand while I tore open the one she’d tossed to me and rolled it over my throbbing tool. She climbed up on the bed and straddled me, reaching for my latex-encased tool and guiding it to her pussy. She lowered herself slowly onto it as we both moaned. Her pussy was snug and hot and slippery all at the same time and I was soon fully embedded in it. She sat there for a moment as I once again admired her body before she started to slowly hump my cock. I reached up to caress her tits and brush my thumbs over her hard nipples as she rode me.

The bedside lamp was on so I was able to watch her face when I wasn’t admiring her tits and see the expressions of pleasure that were displayed there. Her eyes were closed but it was still clear that she was feeling a lot of pleasure as she rode my cock. Likewise, I was enjoying the feel of her hot, wet pussy as it slid up and down my tool even through the thin layer of latex. As she rode me harder and faster, she ended up leaning forward and bracing herself with a hand planted on each side of my head. As she rocked up and down on my tool, I was able to lick and suck her hard nipples again as her tits swung in front of my face. My hands gradually drifted down from her tits to caress her ass as it bounced up and down.

I could tell by the noises she was making and by how her pace kept increasing that she was in pursuit of another orgasm but knew that she was going to beat me to the punch. I was perfectly okay with just laying there enjoying the feel of her pussy on my cock, the feel of her ass in my hands and the feel of her nipples between my lips as she got closer and closer to cumming. It was good that we were in the house alone because the bed was squeaking like crazy and banging against the wall. I loved that Lesia was so enthusiastic in her fucking and knew that it boded well for our future encounters.

She slammed herself back hard and her body started to shake as she came while I watched the pleasure she was experiencing play out in her expression. My hands were on her hips and I could feel the gooseflesh break out as she sat there while her orgasm coursed through her. I was glad that I was able to provide her with so much pleasure since I was certainly appreciating the things that I was feeling thanks to her. She opened her eyes as she gasped for breath, then smiled down at me before leaning down to kiss me. I rolled her onto her back as we were making out and resumed fucking her, but much more slowly. Her arms were around me, holding me against her as I supported myself on my elbows.

While I thoroughly enjoyed the fiery passion we’d been sharing since arriving at her house, it was equally nice to make love slowly while holding each other close. I loved the feel of her skin against mine just as I loved the feel of her tongue in my mouth and the feel of my cock sliding in and out of her snug, slippery pussy. My goal was not necessarily to draw the pleasure out longer so much as to draw the experience out longer as I slowly fucked her. Naturally, however, the pleasure did continue to slowly build and I couldn’t help but pick up my pace the closer I was getting to cumming.

As I was thrusting harder with the building up of my orgasm, Lesia was raising her hips, which allowed me to penetrate her even deeper. The bed was squeaking and banging against the wall again as I fucked her good and hard right up to the point where I exploded into the reservoir tip of the condom. I continued thrusting with each pleasurable spurt until I was completely spent. I supported myself over her momentarily before slipping out and rolling off next to her.

“That was awesome,” she said, breathlessly, “I can’t believe I came again.”

“You did?” I asked, looking over at her. She smiled and nodded. I’d been so engrossed in my own pleasure that I didn’t even realize she’d had another orgasm at the same time. I reached over and caressed her face then caressed her tits again. She reached down and slipped the condom off my shrinking cock then wrapped it in some tissues from her nightstand and tossed it into the wastebasket.

“You should never play poker, by the way,” she said as she turned back to me.

“Really? Why?” I asked with bemusement.

“When you first saw me in my bikini,” she explained, “you actually mouthed ‘oh my God’ and I saw it. I was feeling a little bit self conscious about wearing it but you instantly gave me confidence…and made me a little bit horny because it was obvious that I was having an effect on you.”

“I didn’t even realize that I had done that,” I confessed, “and I thought I had been playing it so cool. I’m glad that my honest reaction betrayed me, though.”

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About the time that the gang arrived at Simon’s apartment, Katie was beginning to stir. It was pitch black in the hotel room; she could see nothing but could feel warm skin against her back. For a moment she assumed it was John, then remembered where she was and who she was in bed with.

Lying on her side, she pushed back gently and must have woken Steve. His hand moved on to her right hip and he pushed his body against her. As she felt the hair on his chest against her back, she was aware of his hand exploring up one side and then around to the front, on to her tummy and up to her breast. Her right nipple stiffened as he stroked it gently.

His mouth was by her ear; his soft English voice: “Morning, darling. “

“Hello, there. “

He kissed her ear and nibbled her ear lobe gently as he caressed her breast more eagerly. As his tongue and lips explored her lovely neck, she waited with anticipation. He was so close and she knew he would find it; she found her hand going down between her legs. Without him knowing, she traced her fingers over her pussy hair into position over her cunt. But she didn’t need to touch.

He found the spot, at the bottom of her neck, before the cleavage began. Her nerve ends jangled and her legs began to quiver. She forced her legs together to try to control her movements as her whole body stiffened. Steve now put both arms round her and squeezed both breasts. He could feel the pulsation of her body against him.

He wanted to be inside her when she came, so he rolled her on to her back, opened her legs and thrust in to her. Still tight but the events of the previous evening had loosened Kate just enough for him to slide all the way in on her juices. He felt and heard orgasms building up underneath him and around his dick.

“Oh, yes Steve. You’re getting bigger! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Oh fuck you, you horny bastard!”

Steve continued to move inside her until his arms got tired. He asked her to get on top. She straddled him enthusiastically; then stopped for a moment while she leant over to her handbag where she found her special vibrator. She used it most days and never left home without it and some spare batteries. It was quite thin and only about four inches but that was all she needed!

She handed it to Steve and told him to stick it in while she began to straddle again. He put it up to full volume and pushed it slowly up her arse, her movements and the juice from her cunt providing the force and lubrication sex necessary to get all the way up that tight little hole. Kate had never had two men at once but now she felt as if she was being taken from behind while she fucked Steve with her cunt and rubbed her clitoris hard with her hand. This could feel the three sensations melting into one enormous pulsating sexual thrill spreading out from her centre to her whole body in waves of electric ecstacy. All this in total darkness; all touches, feeling, smell and taste and total, total mind-blowing pleasure.

The night before had been a quick, urgent fuck. This was a long intense hour or more of lovemaking in the dark. Steve controlled his orgasm, but Kate didn’t! She came as she straddled, she came as he sucked between her legs, she came as he used the vibrator on her, and she came and came and came. Time stood still as they explored each other, each pleasure hole, each sensitive spot, each little smell and taste and fluid until they felt as if they had known each other all their lives.

When Steve eventually came, it was almost an anti-climax; the feeling in his balls, knowing that he was at the point of no return then the sudden eruption inside her. He made less noise and Kate hardly noticed except that he softened inside her and the area between her legs became even stickier. He kissed her on the lips very, very gently. “Thank you, darling. “

“And I thank you, you horny man!”

Then a deep sleep until the light came and they would know if they had the energy for more before, during or after breakfast.

………………………………………………………………………………………

The women were better dressed for strip poker than the men – all those little things they wore; rings on every finger it seemed, bracelets, bangles and beads. Although the men were better at the game and didn’t lose so often, they were soon down to the basics. Freddy, the big muscular, not too bright, football player, was a show-off anyway. He was first down to his underwear and soon flaunting his body for the girls to admire and, it had to be said, the other two men to envy. His penis was soon set in a permanent hard which all five tried hard not to stare at.

Betty was enjoying it the most; the “college bicycle” she was called behind her back. She was a curvaceous blonde who left little to the imagination. It was rumoured that she had pleasured most of the class except Simon and several türk sikiş of the teaching staff; she was always staying behind for “special tuition. ” She was the second to be naked but then she wore less jewellery than the other girls and no bra or panties.

Claudia was the slowest. Susan had been surprised she had even agreed to come. Claudia was the most studious in the class and one of the quietest. She came from a strict church-going family who would have been horrified to know she had been drinking in a night club and with BOYS!! But she was a pretty little thing behind her thick glasses which she kept on even when she had to go down to her bra, slip and panties. Simon, Freddy and Paul were also pleasantly surprised at the fullness of her figure; at college she wore such loose clothes and so many of them!

When the rest were naked, Claudia still had her bra, panties and spectacles on. The others sat in different positions, Freddy laying back showing off next to Betty, Simon and Susan close together kissing occasionally and Paul nervous with his hands placed strategically over his lap.

“Come on Claudie, give us a strip tease, ” called out Freddy, never thinking she would.

What they had forgotten was that it had been Claudia who had pointed out what Simon and Susan had been doing on the dance floor. She had been even quieter since and kept having secret glances at Paul; she was the only one who had noticed that he was just as erect as Simon and Freddy but was trying not to be seen. He was by far the best looking man in the class, charming and popular but very shy.

Claudia frowned. “Put some music on then. ” She said. Simon went to the CD player and put on something slow and sexy.

They all sat transfixed as Claudia began to move to the music, swaying her hips and shoulders to the rhythm. She eased over towards Paul and started a special dance for him, as if he was the only one in the room. She continued to look serious as she gazed through her glasses into his deep brown eyes. She came right up to him and he leaned forward in the chair. She lowered her breasts right in front of his face, undid her sensible bra and slowly released each mound, showing large pink nipples firm and upright and large, soft white breasts. They fell forward into Paul’s smiling face, but she pushed him back into the chair and moved between his legs.

“Take them down, Paul. ”

He needed no second invitation to pull her white porno Türkçe altyazılı panties slowly down over her hips, the pubic hair springing out as the elastic passed it, and allowed them to fall to the ground. She had well rounded “child-bearing” hips and strong, very white thighs contrasting with the thick, black untrimmed bush.

The rest of them watched entranced, Freddy pulling on himself unashamedly while Betty readied herself to take him. Simon and Susan just watched in amazement as Claudia began to rub on her clitoris and finger fuck herself right in front of Simon’s face. He could see her open pussy through the dark hair, getting pinker and pinker and juicier and juicier. He tried to get closer to lick and taste her but eyes told him to stay back in the chair.

Then Claudia steadied herself, opened her legs and positioned herself over Paul. He put his hands out and pulled her towards him. As she eased on top, their bodies seemed to melt into each other, her wet pussy descending around his hard long cock. Her breasts against his chest, he removed her glasses before kissing her passionately. He could tell from the ease with which he entered her that Claudia was more experienced than anyone could have imagined. He had assumed she was a virgin, but this was no virgin with bouncing breasts in front of him and a tight pink very wet pussy milking him expertly. He helped her rhythm by putting his hands on her hips and moving his body with her for several minutes until she slowed, got off and went on her front on the carpet with her pussy wet and red, red and ready to be taken from behind.

But Freddy got there first; Paul was always too polite!! Claudia noticed a different feeling, something tighter, thicker and then longer inside her. Pure pleasure as Freddy fucked, hands on her hips, and then Paul came round to the front and offered himself to Claudia’s wide, sensuous, still very serious mouth. He could fell the power of Freddy transmitted through her body pushing her face up and down along his dick. They came simultaneously and Claudia felt herself being filled at both ends.

The other three had mirrored them, except that Susan was astride Simon’s dick and Betty was riding his face with her cunt. The women were facing each other kissing, caressing each other’s clitorises at the same time. This time the two women came together and it was Simon who enjoyed their spurting juices at both ends and immediately exploded up Susan for the second time tonight.

They all lay on the floor and began to laugh, even Claudia, until the tears run down their faces and mingled with all the juicy, sweet smelling fluids all over their naked bodies. Betty slowly went round them all one by one licking it all up with a huge wanton, sex smile all over her face.

“Tasty! Tasty!!”

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Roy entered into the bedroom at 12:30 at night the bedroom was well decorated with flowers. Lisa too was there in her nice night see through dress and after a bath. She was looking gorgeous in her white dress. The view of her heaving breasts through her see through dress and her nipples pointing sharply towards Roy was just fantastic.

Roy’s cock was saluting straightly at her beauty. He entered the room and closed the door and sat on the bed. She felt shiver. Then he started to talk.

He moved closer to her. Roy took her hand into his hands. He kissed her on her forehead softly and slowly started to press Lisa’s soft buttocks and he pressed her stomach and moved hands all over her back and he again kissed on her forehead.

Lisa returned back the kiss and said, “I too love you honey.” Slowly her face started glowing as Roy pressed her. They stood up and hugged each other and Roy started kissing all around head and he kissed the neck and bit on her shoulders smoothly.

A small moan of Lisa came out: “ooooooooo… Aaaaaaa… shshshshshshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” and closed her eyes. She then hugged Roy tightly and planted kisses on his lips.

Roy put his hands on her shoulders and he moved his body close to her so that his chest will touch her boobs. She understood what he wanted and she started to rub her breasts against his chest and soon Roy locked her lips with his lips and he started kissing her lips and she just hugged him and took his kisses.

After some time Roy increased the pressure on her lips and she also started to kiss fast. Then they were kissing in such a way that they were chewing bubble gum. While sucking each other lips Lisa moaned “Please… press my milk ball.”

Roy removed her dress from her breast and he started to press her huge boobs slowly through her bra and then he pressed and kissed on them. She started moaning heavily and she was feeling the pressure to the extreme.

The site of her milk ball through her skin color transparent bra was porno izle clearly visible. By seeing that site the sexual desires in Roy started to raise high and he started to press her ball harder and harder and she was moaning “pleaaaaaaasssse… continue don’t stop please.”she said, “please suck… them… fuck… me.”

Roy’s sexcitement was also picked up to heard those words from her and he removed the dress from her body now she was only in inner garments and pressed her stomach and she was rising high and moaned “ahahahahahaaaaaa… ooooooooooo… uhuhuhuhuuuuummmmmmmmt… ooooooo..” Roy started to unhook the buttons of his shirt and she slowly unhook the buttons and remove his shirt from his body.

Lisa then started to move her boobs over his chest and she moved like a snake rubbing her big milk melons over his chest. She even knelt down and knew her boobs were touching his cock. She knowingly started to rub her boobs against his cock and by kneeling down she started to press his buttocks simultaneously.

Roy looked down at her and his cock was simply saluting her and he did not want to interrupt her because that was the kind of wife he just wanted and he always wanted a wife who will be full filling his sexual desires to the extreme.

Then she stood up and they kissed each other on lips 10 minutes nonstop. Roy became fully erect then and suddenly pushed her towards him and taken off her bra and saw the beautiful boobs bubbling before him. Roy pushed her on to the bed. He was not able to control himself and he started to press her boobs very hardly.

And he opened her bra from back side and saw beautiful naked breast and then tasted all the breast part with his mouth and sucked and bit her nipples.

Then she was moaning “aaaaaaaaa… uuuuuuuummmmmmmm… sooooooo… do it… no.” After that Lisa lay behind him and took of his pant. He had only brief then.

His bulge stood straight and the head of his bulge was visible to her porno türk through his brief. Roy then removed of her skin color panty had been visible, she touched his bulge from his brief and she started to rub his dong from his brief by her hand.

She just pressed heard and then he also kissed her and he touched her pussy over her panty and he felt her a little bit hairy pussy and she was shivering like anything, then he entered his hand under her panty and felt wet hairy cunt and then he took off her panty from her body and she was in birth day suit and then she as soon as removed his brief off they were both naked before each other.

Then Lisa closed her eyes in shy and also trying to cover her cunt by her hand but he hold her hand and put it on his dong and started to fingering her cunt by one finger. She also rubbing the fore skin of his dick by to and fro motion.

Then he started to suck her cunt and she was moaning “uuuummm… hahahahahhaahhaha… chooooo… ssssssssoooooooo aaaaaaaaaa uuuuuuummmmmm” and press his head on her cunt and he sucked pussy lip and her pre cum.

Then Roy inserted two fingers into her pussy hard suddenly. She screamed loudly “aaaaaaaa… ohohoh… hurting… man… “She begged him.

Roy hugged her tightly and she too did so and they locked each other lips and started kissing then she stopped him “please… insert your… tool.”Roy asked, “what you want.”

She was said to touch his dick. “Please… insert your… tool… inside… my… honey… pot” and she felt very excited and hide her face under his chest. Then Roy pulled her leg on his shoulder and he inserted 3 fingers into her pussy. She moaned “aaaaaaaa… hurting” and she said holding his 7.5 inch dick that “please… insert that… tool… Roy.”

Then Roy sat on her legs while she was lying on the bed and slowly inserted the head of the cock into her. The head of the cock went into her without paining her as she was very Türkçe altyazılı porno wet inside, he pushed the cock further inside and she moaned loudly “aaaaaaaa… oooooooo please… please… slow… plllllleeaaaaassse oooo.” Hearing that word from her Roy was very much sexcited and pressed the cock more near about half of the cock entered into her.

It was very joyful for her and simultaneously he was sucking and kissing her lips and pressing her boobs within a few second the dick totally entered to her cunt some sounds of joy also came out from her and she fell on the bed totally motion less then he started to and from motion after a few minutes she would cooperative with him by motioning her started to move his cock to and fro and she was shouting in joy “oooooooo… ahahahhhahhhhhaaa..” Roy continued making to and fro moves.

Suddenly her voice changed and after a few minutes she also moved her body slowly. Roy continued fucking by making to and fro movements and she then seem to be enjoying that and she was also moving her body up and down in order to take the whole cock into her.

His cock completely entered into her and they both were moaning with pleasure like anything. She was very nearer to her orgasm and Roy too was going to cum very soon. They both started to make fast movements of their body.

They hugged and kissed at that time and he also pressed her boobs very hard and that time was wanted her to be on him and she made faster and faster movements lying on the top of him. As they were very nearer to their climax the pace of their desires and loved for each other keep on increasing.

She responded to him by moving her body rhythmically. The pace increased and she was moving her body very fast and said, “More… More… More… “and moves her body more up, Roy was also going to climax and move faster after about 10 minutes they both hugged them tight and he pushed his dick tight into her cunt and he then unloaded into her and as soon as he came she had her orgasm and both their love juices were being exchanged and that moment was just wonderful and they exchanged their juices with sweet kisses.

They fucked another two times on that night and slept at 4:30 am and they had seen at the morning that some love juices on their bed sheet.

continued…

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Enter…. Welcome to my domain and where I rule your every move. This world is one of many, hidden behind my smile and mazes of walls…. dare to enter….

Awaken by a rattle, at the sliding glass door. You jolt your head towards the door, to see what could be the cause. The wind? No, so you rise to investigate. Looking out towards the ocean, you see a dim light heading towards the shore. As it approaches, it grows brighter, stronger. Its radiance becomes enlightening, and in so you are compelled to see it closer. Opening the door, you pass through and head down to the shore. By the time you reach the shoreline, the light has set down, upon the wet sand. With a blast, the bright flash sets you back away, temporarily blinded. When you regain visibility, the object has disappeared. Looking about you find the empty night. Brushing the incident off, with a feeling of uneasiness, you proceed back to your room.

Deep in contemplation, you stumble your way into the room, only to be set back in awe. For the form of a beautiful woman, in a long, white, silken gown, is lying upon your bed. The robe clings tightly to her body, making her angelic and demure. Her entangling, auburn curls accentuate her piercing, blue eyes and rosebud lips. At first glance, she is an angel, of your dreams, and then she smiles, intriguing you more.

Raising her hand, she beckons you, to come to her. porno Hypnotized by her all, you find the strength to walk to her. You halt at the edge of the bed, to await her next move. With the same outstretched hand, she grasps your hand, filling you with a feeling of peace and love with her darkened eyes, the temptress pulls you into your bed and brings your face, inches of hers. Her long eyelashes, curled and slowly turned downward, hides her mysterious thoughts. With all the softness of a butterfly, she caresses you lips with hers. Succulent and full, they press harder and deeper. Teasing your lips with her tongue, she eases you lips open, so that her sweet taste may mix with yours. Her tongue entangles with yours, tickling your upper mouth, sending sensational shocks through your blood. Your break away from the embrace, only to stare into her magnificent blues. Entranced by them, you lean back to her, engulfing yourself in her arms. Pressing her body against yours, you find each other’s hands roaming, tearing at the barriers, which hold her gown together. You struggle to undo the buttons, for the want is great.

Within moments, her satin frock is slipping down her body, highlighting the voluptuous curves. Without word, the look in her eyes, tells you what she desires, your touch. Without hesitation, you lean your lips to her neck and kiss with titillating pecks. Moving downward, you follow the trail to the valley, between her breasts. There Aile İçi Porno you inhale her aromatic scent. Wafting through your senses, the fragrance drives you forward. With your tongue, you glide over one nipple, sucking it between your teeth, nibbling. You caress the other with your fingertips, causing her nipples to harden, her breath deepen. The slightest blow, of your warm breath, sends goose bumps, across her skin. Slight moans escape her throat, increasing your cravings, to move further on. Taking a deepened breath, you control your urges, to slow the boil in your veins. Gripping the other taut breast, you taunt it with your tongue, causing it to peak. Her body shudders from your rough, foreign touch.

Trailing your way down her ribs, laying kisses upon her skin, reaching her belly button, you encircle it, moistening the center. Shrills of delight fill your ears, as you drive her skin wild, with each touch. Moving to her coppered treasure, you are instilled by the velvety, soft bush. One as your lips have never caressed. Placing kisses on her delicate hips, you move to her inner thighs. She spreads them ever so lightly, like a rose blossoming, for the first spring. Her aroma overtakes your senses. All your dreams answered. Moving your mouth to her secrets spot, you send breaths of warmth, filling her innermost places. Shaking, her mesmerizing voice, beckons for more. You slide your tongue, between her lips amatör sikiş and entrails her button with a slow motion. Arching her back, she cries out her hidden pleasures. Engulfing in hr whole, you draw her flavor into your mouth. Fiercely, she grabs your arms and pulls you to her face. As you glare into her eyes, you know the depth of her thoughts, her inner most desire to be fulfilled.

Broadening her legs, submitting to you, she lays herself at your doorstep. You glide into her, ever so compassionately. Gently, you move deeper, to relish in her heat. Nails dig into your back, at the full of you fills her. Intensely. Coveting the feel of her, wrapped all around you, you pause to enjoy the sensuality that seers throughout her body. Aroused by the intense inferno, you move with invigoration. Screams evade her mouth, forcing yourself move at a greater pace. You slam deeper into her. Driving all the force , you have withheld, you unleash it upon her delicate body. You embrace the power to release yourself into her domain.

Cries fill the night air, as she welcomes the last of your spent thrusts. Collapsed and unmoving, you bask in the silkiness of each other’s skin, pressed together. Sweat and juices, inner mixing, leaving the scent of satisfaction on your nostrils. Drifting off to sleep, you let your tired eyes fall. Slowly, your hearts slow and all is calm, after the storm.

A chilling breeze, whishes through the room, awakening you. A moment of unawareness, as you try to remember what had happened. Yes, a glitter of memory, the angel. Looking about frantically, you find her not. Disappeared. Was she just a dream? Lying upon the bed is a lock of auburn hair. Raising it to your nose, you bathe in its incense. Your only memory of her…she wasn’t a dream.

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It was Friday night, and I headed out by myself to a local club to get a drink and unwind from the week. I had just started a new job, in a new city and the change was more stressful than I had imagined. But even though I had only been here two weeks, I had fallen in love with LA.

I arrived at the club. It was a fairly large dance club, but not too big. I had been there the previous week and found it to be a great place. The music was loud, but not too loud. It was crowded, but not too crowded. Plus, the women were gorgeous. While I had never had problems meeting women back where I grew up, in two weeks in LA, I had already had three one-nighters. In fact, two of them had proven to be two-nighters and the other a three-nighter. I had been in LA only thirteen days and had mind-blowing sex seven of those nights with three of the hottest women I had ever met. My new roommate, who seemed to be something of a ladies man himself, had complimented me on my quick adaptation to LA women.

I got a double scotch at the bar and find my way to a table next to a railing that allowed me to overlook the dance floor. I looked over the crowd, which was about half of its normal size because it was still only 10:00, saw a very large number of hot ladies that were showing a lot of skin. I had plenty of confidence that I would be celebrating my two-week anniversary of living in LA by fucking my fourth hot chick since the move.

After I finished my first drink, I ordered another from the very cute blonde waitress with large tits and a tight ass that was in charge of the tables where I was sitting. When she returned with my drink, I tipped her $20 for her to make sure no one took my table. I made way toward the dance floor. On my way there, I stopped and asked a blonde girl that I had been eyeing if she wanted to dance. She agreed and I finished my way to the dance floor with her.

She wore a royal blue bikini top/bra that pushed her c-cup fake tits up. Her very tight skirt matched her top and was nothing more than a cover for a patch of skin from the lower portion of her hipbone to about three inches lower than where her legs began. I knew she wore a white g-string because the side strings had crept up just above the top of her skirt.

Once we found a spot, she immediate began dancing with me very closely. She gyrated her hips along my left leg as I held her hips. As she leaned back, she gave a perfect view of her stomach and her navel ring that matched her outfit. When she pulled herself back up, her face was only inches from mine as we dirty danced to the music.

Before I could kiss her, she turned around and drove her ass into my crotch, which was starting to stir. I put my hands on her stomach and pulled her into me. We danced like this for a few minutes and when the next song started, she bent over and grabbed her knees and she continued to gyrate her hips into my crotch as well as any stripper had ever done for me. I saw in plain view the butterfly tattoo she had on her lower back as well as her g-string, which had become exposed as her skirt rode up when she bent over.

Before I knew it, the song ended and we headed off the dance floor. She gave me a peck on the cheek and told me to look her up later in the evening. I got back to my table, took a drink and began to look for my next dancing partner.

And then I saw her.

She had come into to the bar when I was dancing with the blonde, but she was standing at the bar. I do not know what it was about her, but she was the most beautiful, seductive, hot sex kitten that I had ever seen in my life. She wore a brown halter-top that draped over her perfectly round, surgically enhanced tits before wrapping around her waist. She had on an ivory skirt with lots of little red flowers on it that flared out and effortlessly draped over hips before stopping well above her mid-thigh. Her heeled sandals matched her skirt and had a 5-6 inch stiletto heel and wrapped around her legs three times each from her ankles to her mid-calves. She had her black hair pulled back from the sides and clipped almost in a pony-tail fashion.

I immediately made it my goal to make this girl my two-week anniversary conquest. I developed my plan. It turned out to be easier than I thought.

When the waitress came back by, I asked her to fix the young lady in the brown halter another drink on me, which looked to be some type of martini.

I watched my new center of attention as the waitress ordered the drink and then took it over to her. I smiled and tipped my drink to her when the waitress pointed her out to me. She immediately began to walk in my direction.

“Does one drink buy me one dance,” I asked before she could say anything.

“Yeah, that sound about fucking right,” she replied, putting her new drink on my table.

As I stood, she grabbed my hand and led me out to the dance floor. I walked a step behind her and watched the bottom of her skirt bounce slightly higher exposing more of the back of her upper thigh as she stepped.

We danced porno konulu close to each other, not as close as I had with the blonde from earlier, but close enough to really see the details of her face. She bright blue eye shadow, a very thick black line of eyeliner, a heavy amount of black mascara, the perfect amount of blush and lips that had just a touch of gloss on them.

My luck increased when the song ended and the DJ started a slow number. Making sure the dance did not end, I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me. She responded by putting her arms around my neck, which pulled me closer to her. Our bodies pressed against each other as we swayed to the song. I could feel her firm tits press against my chest and I was sure she could feel my reawakening cock against her pelvis.

Once we got into rhythm, she pulled her hands of my neck. She pushed them between my arms and under my shirt. She moved her hands up my abdomen until she began to massage my chest before she let them drift to my back. As she began to move her hands down my back, I dropped my right hand across her ass cheek and let it rest on the bare skin of the side of her upper thigh.

I felt a small shutter ripple through her body and a small sigh escape her mouth when I touched her. Seizing the moment, I moved my left hand to the back of her head and positioned her mouth in front of mine. Our lips met and immediately our tongues began their own dance. I moved my right hand up her thigh and cupped her ass cheek, exposing part of her backside to anyone watching.

As I did this, she backed away from me a little. She did not break the kiss, nor did she remove my hand from her ass. I was worried that I had somehow gone too far, too fast, but my fear was quickly removed from my mind when her right hand left my back and moved directly down inside the front of my pants as she grabbed my cock.

She began to squeeze and release my cock to the beat of the song. Not needing a further invitation, my right hand became more active as she played with my cock. I started by tracing the line of her thong/g-string type of panty to the middle of her ass crack, which pretty much exposed her ass to the crowd, but I noticed everyone else on the dance floor was locked into some type of embrace of their own.

I shifted gears and retraced her panty line back to the front, coming to rest on her hot and wet pussy, which I stroked through her panties. My hand on her pussy, her hand on my cock and our tongues in each other’s mouth all moved to the rhythm. As we moved in sync, my left hand moved down and began to caress the other ass cheek.

Suddenly, the song came to an end. We removed our tongues from each other’s mouth and our hands from each other’s body. She led me back to the table as I tried my best to cover my hard-on. We reached the table. We grabbed our seats and took a drink before saying anything.

“You want to fuck me don’t you,” she said first, surprising me with her boldness.

“Yeah, me and every other guy in the bar,” I said, deciding to match her boldness. “Besides, I thought you said one drink only bought one dance. But if you want to make it one dance and a fuck, then who am I to argue.”

“That was before I found out you have such a nice dick. I think I want you to fuck me with it before too much longer. Is it a deal?”

“So let’s go back to my place.”

“No, I need you now. You got a condom on you?”

“No, there at my apartment.”

“That’s okay, I’ve got one in my purse, but it’s behind the bar. Tell you what…see the exit sign behind the DJ,” she asked and I nodded. “Meet me there in five minutes.”

I could not believe my ears as she got up and walked away. I watched her saunter toward the bar. I finished my drink and got up. I was thankful that I had decided to keep my spandex briefs on because it helped, along with my untucked shirt, hide what was now a raging hard-on.

I quickly walked to the exit sign and found that she was already there. Without saying a word, she just opened the door and walked out. I followed. We walked into an alleyway that was home to three or four dumpsters for the club and surrounding businesses. She led to me next to one of the dumpsters, where one of the businesses in the next building and a small flight of stairs leading to their backdoor. My sex goddess handed me the condom in her hand, grabbed the stair rail, bent over and stuck her ass out.

“Put that on your fucking dick and stick it in me…hard,” she said. “That’s right as hard as you fucking can. You make me cum and we’ll go back to you place so we can use your condoms.”

“Wow, you really are a fucking slut, aren’t you,” I said, grabbing her hair and giving it a little tug.

I had already unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. As I pulled on her hair, I pushed my hips hard into hers, which she met with her own push back, my cock separated from her pussy by only two thin pieces of fabric. My left land slid under her shirt and grabbed porno seyret her nipples. I tweaked it gently at first, but her hand soon covered my hand and she pushed my fingers together much harder and with a strong twist.

“Are you gonna fuck me, or am I going to have to go back in find someone else?”

I needed no further enticement. Quickly I moved my briefs to the side, freeing my cock and wrapped the condom around it. As I did this, she moved her thong strap to the side. I moved directly behind her, placed my cock at the opening of her pussy and easily slid in.

Without worrying to ease in, I pushed my entire length into her with one quick thrust, which she accommodated rather easily. By the second thrust, I began to pound my lower pelvis into her ass cheeks as hard as I could. Wanting to see me thrust in and out of her, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it drape to the side.

“Ooooohhhh yeeeaahhh,” she screamed out. “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…Holy shit your dick feels so good…yeah…ooohhhh…I’m gonna cum fast…yeahhh.”

She was screaming loud enough for anyone walking on the sidewalk at the end of the alleyway to hear easily. Excited about getting my first ever screamer, I continued to pound away. I reached both hands under her blouse and grabbed both nipples. Not being gently lick before, I began twist and squeeze them like I had never done with another woman before.

“You like my tits, huh,” she loudly said. “You like ’em don’t you? You make me cum, you can fuck my titties later.”

This girl was a fucking maniac. She continued to scream her pleasure and get off on my rough treatment of her tits. I decided to reach back as I fucked her and smack her ass cheek as hard as I could. She screamed louder than ever as I did it again and again. I smacked both cheeks several times as they got very red. She seemed to love each slap more and more.

Finally, she began to shudder as an orgasm began to rip through her body. I had no idea how I had managed to last as long as I had, but I managed to hold on until she had completely orgasmed before I shot my load into the condom. There was no way that I was going to miss out getting to fuck this slut some more.

I pulled out of her, slipped off the condom, threw in the dumpster and put my clothes back in order. She was back in order much quicker than I was.

“Not too bad sailor,” she said, a little short of breath but obviously not out of steam. “Let’s go back in so that I can get my purse. Then to your place.”

This time I led us back through the bar, stopping to get her purse and then to my car. Before I had even put the car into gear, she was back to work. By the time I had backed out of the parking space, she had already had my cock free and furiously was trying to stroke it back to life, to which it quickly responded.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, she moved in her seat in order to put her head in my lap. I was a quarter-mile away from the club and she now had my entire length, now hard, in her mouth. She was pushing down her throat and her gagging forced her throat to spasm, which heavily massaged the top quarter of my cock.

This was the best blowjob I had ever had. As she gagged, I could feel her throat trying to suck the cum out of my balls. I knew I would cum before I got back to my place, so I pulled into a parking lot that had no cars in it. When she sensed we had stopped, she lifted up slightly and pulled my pants to my ankles.

She began to massage my balls as she continued to gag my cock down her throat.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” I screamed.

“Yeah, baby cum for me,” she said to me as she gorged her mouth back onto my cock.

A few seconds later, I shot my second load of the night down her throat as she kept my entire length in her mouth and swallowed me completely.

After I recovered, I began to pull my pants up, but she stopped me.

“No, keep them down,” she ordered. “You need to get that dick ready to fuck me again…Real fucking soon.”

Realizing that I could not drive with my pants around my ankles, I kicked off my sandals and removed my pants and briefs. As I backed the car back out of the space, I noticed she was in the process of removing her thong. Immediately after that, she removed her skirt. Both of us were now naked from the waist down as we continued to my apartment.

I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road as I got my first glimpse of the pussy I had fucked earlier. She was bald except for a small landing strip of closely shaven pubic hair. At least, I could see that as her hand moved back and forth since she was now fingering herself in my passenger seat.

“Oh my god, I need to two fingers in me to match the size of that cock that fucked me earlier,” she said, obviously trying to massage my ego, which worked. As she said this, her left hand moved back to my lap and began to stroke my cock, which was still about half-hard and coming back to life yet again as I watched her finger fuck herself.

I Üvey Anne Porno was completely hard again when we pulled into a parking spot directly in front of my apartment.

“We’re here,” I managed to say.

“I need you right now,” she said with more lust than any girl had ever said to me before. “You got a condom in here?”

“No, there inside.”

“That’s too long to wait. I’ve got another one in my purse.”

She reached into it and pulled out another condom. Quickly, she wrapped it around me and moved over to my lap in the driver’s seat.

“You seem prepared for tonight,” I said as she plunged her pussy onto my cock.

“I had only one goal tonight,” she said, beginning to rotate her hips so that her pussy moved along my length. “That was to get fucked. You should be as prepared.”

Soon she was riding in a solid rhythm. At one point, she took my hand off her hip and moved it to her mouth. After sucking on my middle finger, she moved it to her ass and pushed it in. My brain immediately registered the strong likelihood of getting to fuck a woman in the ass for the second time in my life.

After a few minutes, she increased her pace and I noticed the windows fogging up.

“We should go inside,” I whispered into her ear.

“Okay, but if you take that cock out of me, then there is no chance in hell that you get to fuck my ass like you think you might get to.”

Taking her challenge, I took the keys out and opened the door. Somehow, with her help probably, I managed to get out of the car and stand while I held her onto my cock. I got the car door shut and managed to remember to lock it since my wallet and her purse were on the floorboard.

I walked with her impaling herself on my cock across the walkway. Anyone looking out their window would great a show. The exhibitionist in her took over as she began to shove her tongue down my throat. Her mouth was warmer than before, and I could faintly taste the cum that I had deposited in her mouth about fifteen minutes earlier. Finally, I got to the door, found the right key and was able to open the door.

As I walked us in, I noticed my roommate, Doug, sitting on the couch watching TV.

“Hey Doug,” I said, walking across the living with her still attached to my cock.

“Hey, Mike,” he said, his eyes wide open.

“Doug, meet….” I trailed off, looking her in the eyes. “I never got your name.”

“Doug, I’m Anne,” she said. “I’d love to stay and chit-chat, but we’re a little busy. I hope you don’t mind.”

I did not even wait for Doug’s reply as I took her into my room. I collapsed onto the bed, miraculously not letting my cock fall out of her.

Now on top of her, I began to bang her furiously. She undid my shirt and I pulled her blouse over her head. The only thing either of us had on now was her in the heels.

On my third time of the night, I knew that I would have plenty of stamina and I banged away at her pussy, bringing her to a couple of orgasms. Knowing that she had a listening audience, she seemed to get louder with each orgasm.

After about fifteen minutes of hardcore, raw animal fucking, we were both covered in sweat and I was still nowhere near cumming.

“You want my cock in your fucking ass,” I asked sternly after she had recovered from another orgasm.

“Yeah, fuck me in the ass,” she whimpered out, still out-of-breath from her orgasm.

“Tell me you want my cock to fuck your ass,” I demanded, loud enough I’m sure Doug heard me. I guess I had some voyeurism in me also.

“I want your cock in my fucking ass,” she said again.

“I can’t hear you. What do you want.”

“I WANT YOUR FUCKING COCK TO FUCK MY LITTLE ASSHOLE,” she screamed loud enough for the neighbors to probably hear also.

“Better,” I replied with the same edge.

I grabbed her shoulder and forcefully turned her over to her stomach. Pressing down on the small of her back, she raised her hips slightly and I positioned my condom-covered cock at the opening of her ass.

With a little force, I easily slid passed her sphincter muscle. The ease at which I slid in told me that she had been fucked in the ass rather recently. After a few thrusts, I was halfway in her ass and began to work back and forth from there.

“You love it in the ass, don’t you,” I said as she screamed and moaned loudly in pain and pleasure.

“Yeah, I love it in the ass,” she replied for me and everyone else listening to hear.

“Tell me how big of a slut you are,” I said, picking up the pace of my thrusts into her ass, now three-quarters deep on my cock.

“I’m a big fucking slut.”

“What, I can’t hear you again,” I said, this time slapping her ass, still red from before, as hard as I could. “Tell me how you love to pick up strangers at the bar and let them fuck your ass.”

“I’m such a fucking slut…..”

“Louder, I can’t hear you,” I interrupted her and smacked her hard on the ass again. As I smacked her, I realized I now had my entire length in her ass and my pelvis bone was smacking her ass cheeks. “I’M A FUCKING SLUT WHO LET’S STRANGERS I MEET IN A BAR FUCK MY ASSHOLE….OOOOOOHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOD, FUUCCCKKK MYYY ASSSSS….FUUUUCCKKKK IT……FUCK….FUCK….YEAH….OH SHIT, YOU FUCK MY ASS GOOD….I’M CUMMING AGAIN….YEAAAHAAHHHHHHH………..”

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Chapter Seven: House of Worship

I’m alive! You wouldn’t think it, given how long it’s been. Life has been very… life… this 2021, and I really wanted to give this part of the story time. For all of you still here, my undying appreciation, it honestly means so much! I wish you all Yuletide blessings and hope this double update does something to help you enjoy the darkness. See you in the new year!

For my cub.

Full work summary: Cast out of his village and freezing to death in the snow, Sparrow finds himself rescued by a mysterious and beautiful woman, living in a grand house in the mountains. As he falls under the spell of his strange host, he finds himself brought into a dark world that presents a destiny he never could have imagined. Submission to a vampire is only the beginning.

Previously: Having discovered her monstrous thirst for blood, Sparrow spent the day processing his new knowledge of his lover’s nature, giving pleasure to her prisoner and contemplating his life in the manor. As night fell, he went to Vestalia’s room to confront her. Sandu, a captain in an order hunting supernatural beasts, visited the manor demanding the return of captured men, then investigated Sparrow’s village. She learned that he had been blamed for the murder and resurrection of a girl as a ghastly puppet, but his guardian believed it was committed by the priest and headman in sacrifice to a Pagan patron.

Chapter summary: Sandu’s investigations in the village continue. Sparrow and Vestalia talk and seal a new bond as Dominant and submissive with a long and sensual ceremony.

“Come on, Lazy Bones, get up.”

“Hmmph. I don’t want to.”

“You have to. It’s church.”

“I don’t like church.”

“I know, I know. Children don’t. But one day you’ll grow up and then you’ll want to have learned how to worship.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll find faith.”

“How?”

“Something will inspire you.”

“And how will I know it’s the right thing?”

“You just will, Little Bird. Faith feels like coming home.”

*

She was wearing blue. Sparrow had not seen her in blue before. The deep sapphire gown was the same colour as the crisp sky outside, cleansed of rain. It swirled down her body in loose layers, her collar adorned with starry diamonds that dwindled in the luminescence of her skin. The dark colour made her moonstone glow bright, but softer than when she wore stark black. She shone against the firelight, dimming the red flare with her angelic presence.

Sparrow stared at her longingly from where he stood across her bedroom hearth rug, his heart racing. He balled his fists with determination and took a slow, steadying breath that pushed out his words. “You kill.”

“I do.” Her expression didn’t change. She answered him with complete calm, as if she was telling him the weather. The fire snickered and snapped. She stood with one hand rested on the back of her armchair, the other on her hip, proud and at ease. “You’re waiting for me to explain myself. To give you excuses. To tell you I regret it. That I wish I were not what I am.”

Sparrow blushed and hunched his shoulders. He kept his eyes on her warily. “And what are you?”

“You grew up in the mountains, you know what I am.” Her curved fang winked from her mouth as she tilted her head. The eerie echo of her voice magnified. “Everything you’ve been afraid of since you were a child. The whispered warning. The recurring nightmare. The fascinating evil you never admitted you loved the thought of meeting.”

A sweet shudder went down the lower half of his spine. He stared at her. She looked different now, her regal beauty a jewelled box with an evil spirit inside. Every time a shadow caught her face or the firelight sprang under her prominent chin, he was back on that rooftop, pinned and devoured by a ruthless, ravenous monster. He didn’t dislike it. A small, bashful smile escaped his tight lips. “I never imagined it like this.”

She caught his smile and returned it. The electric connection between them flickered to life.

He bit his lip, containing himself. He blinked hard and grounded himself in the prickle of his nails in his palms. “Are you going to kill me?”

She sobered. “No.”

“Then why kill him?”

She exhaled steadily through her nose and looked at her hand on the chair. She drummed her nails. “You kill for food, yes?”

Sparrow winced. “Yes.”

“But you don’t eat everything.”

“No.”

She opened her hand as if to say “There you have it.”

His stomach thunked, his face heated. “So, people are animals to you?”

She pouted sternly. “Food is food to me. You are not.”

“Why not?”

“You are special.”

He warmed. The lulling heat of the hearth rolled down his body and settled in his core. He gazed into her glittering eyes. He stamped out the kindling flames in his abdomen and coldly fought to keep his senses. “He was from an order that hunts the creatures of darkness.”

“He was.”

Sparrow’s pitch heightened with urgent hope. “So, you had to kill him? To protect yourself?”

Vestalia shrugged lazily. batman escort “Possibly.”

He craned forward. “Possibly?”

Her tone stayed flat. “If that story comforts you, it’s not untrue. He was a potential threat to me. He no longer is.” She met his eye with something between strictness and sympathy, a look that weakened his knees. Flame flashed across her sharp cheeks. “But he wasn’t when I killed him, and I didn’t have to make it slow, and I didn’t have to make his comrade watch.”

He wilted, looking at her imploringly. Where were they? The lyrical lessons that would heal the wounds of what he’d seen? She didn’t seem to want to save him this time, didn’t want to nestle him into a daydream. He felt vulnerable, a chick tumbling from the nest and waiting for the wind to catch him.

More stern sympathy. “I’m telling you what you’ll realise later. Don’t play with what you saw, Passer, it will only infect the wound. It needs to be cauterised, utterly closed off from your mind, or kept open and made clean.”

“Made clean?” His insides rocked, he glared incredulously. “I went to the prison today. That man doesn’t know who he is anymore.”

His temper seemed to affect her about as much as a buzzing fly. She swished leisurely out of her stance and wandered to behind the armchair to drape her forearms on its back. She leaned forward like a panther on a branch. “He never did. I taught him.”

“You taught him to want to die?”

Her eyes hurt to look at, piercingly red and refracting, but more than that, dauntless, remorseless. Her full, satin mouth began to move around her words like it moved around flesh. “I taught him to want. Really want. In the way humanity has told itself it shouldn’t so often it’s forgotten how to. I reminded him of his heart and body, when some God had made him think he was nothing but a trapped, ethereal soul.”

Sparrow’s tongue tingled. He swallowed purposefully. “You killed his friend and he doesn’t care.”

“Then that is what he’s like when he wants.”

Sparrow shut his mouth. He eyed her suspiciously, weighing her words, the dangerous way they made their own sort of sense. His middle went concave, voice shrinking. “Is… Is that what you’re going to do to me? Make me not care about anything but… but coming?”

Her lips twisted in a mocking smirk. She trailed her pointed fingernails distractingly over the clementine-kissed rise of her breasts bunched on the chair back. “What else do you have to care about?”

Pain darted through his chest. It emboldened him. He lurched forward and hurried to her side, his eyes springing hot. She turned smoothly to face him as he wheeled around the chair to her and yelped hoarsely, “Everything!” He gulped. He could taste her on the air, he hadn’t planned to stand this close and it seized his body all too quickly. “This place. The sky. The hothouse. The smell of fire. The taste of food.” His voice fissured. “Missing my guardian and the herd and my friends, and yet seeing all this world I never knew existed and wanting to know more.” He gazed at her, eyes round and shining and dark. “And you. I could happily never come again if you would read to me and tell me about your adventures and let me watch you eat, if you would dress me and hold me and make me laugh and give me this feeling like there’s a forge in the pit of my stomach. You have given me so much pleasure, but it’s in every part of myself, not just my cock!” He took a shuddering breath, glaring fiercely into her eyes with all his courage as she watched him, like a statue in a shrine. “I gave myself to you because you were a miracle to me, not in some trade for release! I thought when I saw what I saw that my greatest fear was that you might kill me, but I realise now that it isn’t.” He laughed a little hysterically, croaking and shrill. “I’ve finally found something that scares me more than death! It’s you thinking so little of my wonder at you, that you would reduce it to something I could do with my own hand!”

His final half-screech pinged off the marble and marquetry. Her mausoleum silence engulfed him. He stared helplessly at her, breathless and strung tighter than a harpsichord, waiting for her to speak. No, to twitch, to snort, to shift her gaze, anything to say she had heard him and cared just a little.

Vestalia slowly pressed her lips together. Sparrow clung to the motion. She released them and said, quieter than the bubbles in champagne, “You truly gave yourself to me? All of yourself?”

The frantic edge to his voice evaporated. His shoulders drooped and he flexed his fingers, pulling himself painfully back from the urge to throw his arms around her. “You know I did. I called you Mistress. I fell, I…” The pearl and amber glow blurred as tears welled suddenly. “I think I’m still falling.” The tears spilled. He caught them hastily on the heel of his hand and looked away.

Vestalia shifted her weight a fraction.

Sparrow heard and it took all his strength not to collapse into her arms. He began to shake, the tears splashing down his body again like the yalova escort morning rain. He stopped trying to contain them, he forgot his planned speeches and questions. She’d become the person he came to for comfort and now he couldn’t train his body out of showing his need for it. “Is that wicked of me?” He wept and the words poured out of him like water. “I stand here and say I’m angry or upset that you killed that man, but what right do I have? I’m just as bad. If I’m being honest with myself, I saw you torment a man to madness then drink his blood and throw him dead onto the stone floor, and it doesn’t stop me wanting you. It doesn’t stop me being in some small way jealous of anyone who gets to hold you, even if it means their final breath. He was a person and I should hate you for him. But I don’t. I don’t.” He kept saying it, making himself hear the horror of it. His cheeks scorched, there was salt on his tongue. “I’m as cold and twisted as they said I was. They were right to cast me out.”

“Oh, Passer…” She tutted gently and shifted closer again. She cautiously reached out, as if to a bleeding fox cub. When he didn’t flinch, she closed the distance and ran her finger along his cheekbone to sweep away the sparkling tears. “You are not.” Her voice was like lavender balm. “That you still feel for me after all this shows how warm you are.”

Sparrow tried to lean away from her touch. He couldn’t. He turned his face down into it.

She cupped his cheek and brushed the droplets from his lips with her thumb. “Keep talking to me, Passer.”

Sparrow rooted himself to the floor, grounded by her softness, a shore in the sea of tears. He took several steadying breaths, a honeyed feeling under the strife of it all that he could take as long as he needed to speak and she would wait. He raised his eyes to her face and finally confessed the core of the tornado that had been raging around his mind all day. “I want to be yours. But I don’t want to be wicked.”

She gave him a clever, secretive smile, nudging his cheek with her knuckle. “What’s wicked?”

He laughed weakly and rolled his eyes hopelessly away.

She took his chin between finger and thumb and tipped him back. “I’m serious. You said it yourself, this is a new world. What is wicked in your village is not so in my manor.”

“But that isn’t fair.” He winced at his own childish whine.

Her pinch hardened a little. “Fair is for people who can be judged the same. Tell me, Sparrow, would you ever throw a man into the mouth of a whale if he didn’t agree to serve you?”

“No.”

“God did. Is God wicked?”

He blinked and frowned. “God is…” He trailed off.

“Eternal? Powerful? Knowing?” she finished. “Kept alive by human devotion? By human death?”

“Yes.”

“So am I.”

Sparrow’s heart thumped. He took a stumbling step back, pulling free of her fingertips. “That’s blasphemy.”

She snorted deridingly, blowing a lock of black hair on her temple. “Doctrine is the least of our worries, I would argue.”

He hesitated.

She stood straight and put her hands on her hips, shadows coiling on her round arms. “Alright then, let me ask you something else. What does it matter if you’re wicked?”

Sparrow faltered. He opened and closed his mouth, like a fish. “It… Um…”

She waited with a cool kink in her eyebrow.

Sweat beaded on the back of his neck. “I don’t want to hurt people.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“But I would know! And not stop it!”

Again, his temper bounced off her, like a flicked seed. She spread her arms, opening her broad torso. “So, stop me.”

Sparrow looked at her. Her intoxicating power had flowed through him as she’d fucked him, but after last night, there was so much of it visible to him now, signs he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen before. Her inhuman strength and swiftness and precision, her prevailing, unfathomable appetite were moulded into her body like the thumbprints of a sculptor. It was in every fibrous movement, every subtle curve, every suck on her cranberry lips. He should have known long before last night. She could treat him like a paper doll.

“You don’t even know where to begin,” she stated coolly.

He lowered his face.

She continued on in an almost governess tone. “Your doctrine says that people go to Hell for one of two things, sins towards others and submitting to the Devil. The first is what hurts people, you wound or deprive or mistreat. The second is just admiring the unconventional, as it continues to rule its own domain. A domain that exists with or without you. A domain that can’t be redeemed, even if it wanted that.”

“Do you want that?” he blurted, heart rising.

Vestalia’s eyes flashed with an echo of the wild flight’s rage. Her face set severely, but her tone remained patient, melodic. She folded her hands elegantly over her belly. “I need you to understand something, Sparrow. I am not a tragic figure. I do not war with my dark nature. I do not hate it. I am not repulsed by it. I do not resist it.”

Sparrow felt thrilling ice steal up his spine. He clenched his core ordu escort and wet his lip.

She went on and her voice rolled like thunder and swept like meadow winds. “I take and I eat and I am nourished. I have my place in the world, as do humankind, who also take and eat in their own way. I am not simply living into great old age.” She spread her arms in a grand gesture that brightened the candles on the opulence of the room, glimmering on painted grapes and mangos in a vast, overflowing still life on the wall. Her voice rose, chiming like celebration bells. “This is my afterlife. This is my promised paradise, with all the delights set out in scripture. I am in Eden and no fruit is forbidden to me.” Her hands fell like snowflakes and landed on the front of his shirt, not quite pressing through to skin. ” I do not seek your forgiveness. I seek one thing from you, and it is your conviction that you are safe with me. I want to protect you. I want to make you happy. I want to expand your existence. You can flourish with me. You can find deeper pleasure and knowledge than anything in your life before me ever offered.” Her fingers tightened, a hiss on her tongue. “Submit to me, as I am, and you can have all your heart desires, and all it has not yet learned it desires. Tonight, at this moment, I am giving you a chance to accept me.”

Sparrow was stock still.

“If you leave now, I will not chase you again.”

Sparrow stayed frozen as her words snaked around him and bound him like a boa. He’d come to confront her so he could hear her guilt, her pain, so he could understand the strictures of her condition that caged her in necessary violence, mourned by her better self. He had not prepared himself for this, least of all for how he would feel hearing it.

Joy.

Complete joy.

He knew it was terrible, he knew he should take this chance to escape now and run from this monster and her black heart and her hungry belly full of human blood. But she was right. Sorin was right. She wasn’t human. She was a goddess. She was a wolf. She was a fire burning in the night. And this was Eden. This was paradise. And it was sin. And it was devourment. And she stood tall and proud and fierce and beautiful. What madness had he been in to ever think he wanted to hear her apologise for what she was? She was high and he was flying just by looking at her – flying like he had last night, equal terror and elation.

He felt a tug in his chest, pulling him to close the thin gap between them and kiss her, to feel her mouth, to be consumed by her. The urge pricked him with fear. He dug his heels into the rug and took a deep breath. Oh, he could smell her. Charred petals sweetening his tongue and making it wet. He grit his teeth and held in a weak shudder. He timidly laid his hands over hers playing on Cyrus’ oversized shirt. They were warm from the hearth, heated porcelain. He looked with all his courage into her unwavering eyes. “I have conditions.”

Vestalia smiled radiantly. She hooked his hands and led him around the chair to stand before her as she lowered herself into the cushions. The ripples of sapphire blue foamed around her as she settled with her elbow on the arm. Sparrow kept hold of her hands and knelt at her feet. He looked up into her face, open and patient, blushing sunset in the hearth light. The fire warmed his back and sizzled a little on the lingering mist from the bath on his skin.

“Tell me,” she said.

Sparrow’s stomach fluttered. His tongue felt like there was a coin compressing it. This moment had weight. He purposefully smoothed his shoulders and raised his chin. He took his hands from hers and folded them demurely in his lap. He spoke in a clear, rehearsed tone, only slightly crinkled with summoned courage. “When you take prisoners, I want them to be put in my care. Do what you will, but afterwards, let me tend to them.” He thought of his hand slipping over Sorin, of the waves of curiosity and cleansing and relief. “I have rites to perform. I need them.”

Vestalia gave him an intrigued look. A log broke and hissed in the fire. She interlaced her fingers in her lap and nodded.

Sparrow’s stomach bobbed, a bubble of encouragement behind his sternum. He cleared his throat. “And I want new clothes, my own clothes. I don’t want to wear things left by dead men.”

She beamed. “I would love to give you that, Passer.”

He grinned. The heat on his back tingled. He recovered himself. “And I would like to stop eating meat.”

She smirked with a crease at the top of her nose. “Are you trying to mark yourself out as different to this wicked woman?” She tipped forward and whispered mischievously. “Or is it that you’re now too aware of how it feels to be eaten?”

He narrowed his eyes at her playfully, then sucked on his lip and thought sincerely. He looked at his hands and the freckles on his forearms. “I think I need something to ground me in who I am. I can’t control that I need to be with you, and I can’t control what you do. And I wouldn’t want to. But I can make my choices. I never liked eating meat, but in my village there was too little to pick and choose food. But here, there is the hothouse and all your riches. Here I can choose not to take lives for myself. I’m not angry with you, that’s how you live, it’s what you are. But I am what I am too. I don’t need bloodshed, and I would like to know that I chose a cleaner path where I had choice.”

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