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The gallery had not opened for the day. The artist, Alexander was his name, though he preferred people refer to him as Alex, tall, with a shaven head, stood looking out over the amazing view of the river valley the gallery and studio was situated next to in the small coastal town. He shifted his gaze to the parking area and noted the white BMW pull in and the most amazing redhead step out.

She had a tall, full figure and awesome full breasts that filled her bra cup nicely. She walked purposely across the parking, heading for the gallery and smiled almost knowingly to herself, ducking her head into the slight misty rain that was falling.

She climbed the few steps to the entrance doorway and entered the gallery premises. She walked through to the central display area passing through the entrance lobby quickly and looked around for the only other person who she knew was waiting for her. Alex saw Gabriella enter and held back from rushing to meet her so as to cover his excitement and growing eagerness to be with her.

Gabriella walked a little faster to hug and greeted the tall handsome Alex warmly, reaching up to kiss him as she said a sparkly “Hello, lover…” her deep husky voice sending shivers down to Alex’s cock that was already a little swollen and growing by the second.

“I have your bracelet you left behind in the ladies on Friday, Gabriella. So glad you called to let me know where it was, it made it so easy to find.” Alex said, trying to sound professional.

“Come now, Alex, yesterday we were strangers, today we have had lots of IM chats about what we already know we escort bayan bakırköy want. You want me and I want you. What more is there to discuss?” Gabriella was direct

It was true, they had had a lot of messaging back and forth all day. So often he had been on the verge of taking himself off to the bathroom and jerking off, to relieve the tension.

She removed her scarf and jacket and dropped them with her handbag onto a bench, then moved closer to Alex. She reached up and around his neck and kissed him full on the lips, their tongues automatically beginning to play with each other. Alex, in turn, reached around and pulled her to him, squeezing her against his hard on and eliciting a small moan of anticipation from Gabriella.

Their kiss, burning them in a fire so soon, very quickly had Alex slipping his hand between them and he began to unfasten her belt, while he manoeuvred Gabriella backwards into the back room of the gallery where there was a countertop he had earlier cleared of all items.

“I will make sure the next time we are more comfortable, I promise.” He grunted.

It was all a bit frantic and hasty, but by the time they reached the counter, Gabriella’s pants and panties were around one ankle, and Alex had found her pussy with his fingers and felt the moisture there. He slipped a finger inside her and she moaned, “Oh GOD that feels so fucking good.”

She ripped at his belt and unbuttoned his jeans then forced them down over his hips, and revealed his enormous cock. Gabriella groaned excitedly, “Oh what a fine one escort halkalı you have!” and held it gently and reverently. She threw her arms around him again and pulled him to her, closing the gap between cock and pussy and almost driving him inside her with that move.

She was sitting on the counter top now, legs spread wide and Alex sank down onto his knees and buried his face in between her luscious legs, tongue snaking out and seeking the wet warmth that she had been teasing him with all day.

Gabriella threw her head back and moaned, “Oh my god that is good. Mmmmm… god!”

Alex stood up and embraced her again, kissing her, letting her suck his lips and tongue. He pushed his hands up under the top she had on, and pulled her bra down under her boobs, those gorgeous boobs he had noted from her walk across the parking.

He lifted her blouse and revealed the gorgeous orbs to the open air, and lowered his head down to begin sucking on her superb nipples, and she again emitted a low growling sound of appreciation. She threw one hand around the back of Alex’s head and drew him to her, so as to ensure that he would not stop doing that, it was so pleasurable.

“Fuck me, Alex, Fuck me now!” she ordered.

Alex pressed his cock forward against her pussy opening and it slipped effortlessly inside because she was so wet and receptive. “Oh, GOD, that feels so good, and you’re so wet! This is amazing, I am going to cum so quickly!” Alex said.

Gabriella was almost speechless as she was fast approaching her own orgasm and very quickly they were both escort bayan ataköy twitching and grinding against each other. Gabriella grabbed onto Alex and held him kissing him softly, sucking his lips and goatee beard, sticking her tongue into his mouth and he responding by doing the same.

“I have to tell you, that was the best I have had in a long time,” Gabriella said as she rearranged all her clothes, “You know this will be a regular thing now…?”

“I was hoping it might become that.” Alex smiled, “I enjoyed that so much, too.”

Gabriella was now dressed and she picked up her bag, put the “missing” bracelet into a pocket in her handbag and then lifted her pert little nose up to Alex and kissed him again before turning and walking to the door of the club.

“Hold it!” Alex called, “When are we going to repeat this?”

“You didn’t think that this one episode was going to satisfy me, did you?” Gabriella retorted. “We’ll just have to check our schedules, and make the necessary arrangements.”

“Say, what do you think of me doing a nude painting of you sometime…?”

“I think that would be an amazing experience…” Gabriella mused. “Let me think about it. I’ll let you know soon.”

She stepped out into the rain and ran to her car, slid inside and drove off. Alex stood watching her go, already feeling a little heat in his groin developing in anticipation for the next time. And she was gone out the parking lot.

Beep! Beep! His cell phone indicated a message a few seconds later.

‘I can still feel you inside me, Stud!’ she said.

‘Stop texting while you’re driving and watch the road, please.’ He replied.

‘I can’t stop thinking how good you are, you’re simply superb.’

‘Thank you. Now stop texting.’

The phone thankfully stayed silent this time. Better clean up, he thought, gallery opens in a few minutes for the evening viewing session.

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Jay Gets Juiced at the Gym CH 8 Of Love and Loss

Over the next six months, Stretch and I watched several relationships bloom and mature. In fact, we had a party to celebrate our blissful first year anniversary together. Bear and Sheila were now a couple, and Stretch couldn’t remember any time that Bear seemed happier. Little John was actively dating Steve, a young and very handsome architect.

But the most unusual couple was Juice and George. George, the porn exec that arranged Juice’s porn debut, was now an intimate part of her life. Working under Juice’s talented guidance, George had lost 15 pounds of fat and added five pounds of muscle. He was a work in progress; still short, still bald, but he had a wonderful sense of humor and a warm heart. Juice would kid that she needed to sleep with him to make sure that her porn video rested in an obscure place in the back of some warehouse.

Often, we would get together as an eight-some, to play silly board games, watch movies, or just enjoy each other’s company.

Stretch, or Suzie, as my parents preferred to call her, had her own chair at my family’s table. The first time they met, it took all of 30 minutes for Suzie to endear herself to my father and mother. After the first hour, mom and Suzie were babbling like they had been friends for years. Suzie kept dad entertained with her knowledge of sports, and would have lively debates with him about which team or which player was better. I would sit back and watch her do her magic as she interacted with them. She was never at a loss of words and always had a sincere compliment to pass on. I had so much admiration and so much to learn from this incredible young lady.

At times I was jealous of the smiles that she drew from my parents upon her arrival. With each visit, Suzie would always show up with flowers for mom and a sweet homemade treat for dad. He was a big fan of her chocolate banana bread, as was I.

One quiet evening I was sitting in the living room with dad.

“Dad, how do you know if you found the right person to marry?”

“That’s a tough question, Jay. You never know until years later if you made the right choice, but there are definite clues that lead you to the right decision.”

“Do you miss and think of her when you are apart?”

“Do you feel a special warmth when she is by your side?”

“Can she make you smile, even when you don’t want to?”

“Are you prepared to defend and accept her with all her flaws and annoyances?”

“Do you feel the love you give her, returned tenfold?”

“Jay, I can keep going, but you catch my drift. I take it things are getting serious between you two?”

“Dad, I answered yes to all your questions and 100 more that I asked myself. I want to marry Suzie. I want her to be my wife and have children together.”

“You know Mom and I love Suzie as well, and would be pleased to have her as part of our family.”

“Thanks, Dad, you can start by helping me pick an engagement ring.”

“Your mother can teach you about the four C’s of diamonds and I know a diamond importer that is open on Sunday. We can all go down and see if there is escort bakırköy something you like. Should I tell your mother, or will you?”

“I will tell her later tonight, but with a box of Kleenex, in case the floodgates open.”

“You have that right son!”

I woke up the following morning to the sound of the traffic report on my radio.

“Highway 40 and the Metropolitan are both running smoothly. Decarie North is traffic-free but Decarie South is congested around the Turcot interchange. There is heavy traffic around Atwater and Notre Dame, as there was a gas explosion and fire overnight. And now for the news….”

“Holy shit,” I exclaimed as I scampered out of bed. “That’s where Suzie’s apartment is.”

Dialing her number… No answer.

“Morning Jay, breakfast?”

“Sorry, no time Mom. There is a fire around Suzie’s place, and I need to make sure that she is OK. Her phone is not picking up.”

“Drive safely,” were the last words I heard as I closed the front door.

What was normally a fifteen-minute drive took forty-five. As I approached, I could still see smoke lifting into the air. I parked a block away since getting closer seemed unlikely. As I moved closer, my level of discomfort grew. The smoke appeared to be coming from Suzie’s building.

The area around Suzie’s building was cordoned off by yellow tape. A large crowd surrounded the perimeter watching the firemen manage the last of the small flames. I peered through the crowd looking for familiar faces. Finally, I spotted Little John, Bear, and Sheila.

“Thank goodness. I am so glad to see you guys are safe. I was so worried about you,” as I gave each one a big hug. “Where is Stretch?”

Silence.

I watched as the three pairs of eyes darted back and forth. Sheila’s eyes were red, a Kleenex in her hand. Neither Bear nor Little John could face me directly.

Repeating, “Where is Stretch!” my voice louder and panicked.

Little John was the first to speak. “I got a call from a neighbor a couple of hours ago. I was sleeping over at Steve’s. I called Bear, who was at Sheila’s.”

“So where is Stretch? I don’t see her,” alarm now flowing through my voice.

Bear now spoke, his voice quivering. “Stretch slept at home last night. She was in the building when it blew up. She never got out. She had no chance to survive.”

My knees buckled under me and I would have tumbled to the ground, had Sheila not grabbed me, and lowered me to the cement. My eyes welled up trying to comprehend what I just heard. Then something snapped inside me.

I stood up and looked at the sky and yelled in my loudest voice.

“FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU, GOD.”

“ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING UP THERE?”

“YOU CAN’T BE, OR YOU WOULDN’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO AN ANGEL LIKE SUZIE.”

Bear moved to my side and placed his arms around me. “Jay, you need to calm down.”

“FUCK BEING CALM,” I continued to shout pushing Bear away as if he was a 60-pound child and not a 260-pound man.

I could feel the eyes of every person in the crowd focused on me. But I didn’t care.

Bear wrapped his arms şirinevler escort around me a second time, but this time he would not be brushed away.

I cried into Bear’s shirt for 10 minutes before I was able to calm myself.

“Jay, give me your car keys. Sheila and I will drive you home.”

I sat in the back seat nestled in Sheila’s arms. I felt her fingers toying with my hair, trying to do anything she could do to comfort me.

Bear and Sheila escorted me into my house and were immediately met by mom. I couldn’t look into her eyes as I ran straight into my room. I could hear jumbled voices through the door and knew exactly where they were in the conversation, when I heard mom’s loud and painful shriek.

A few minutes later, I heard mom, knock at my door. “Jay, are you OK?”

“I will be Ok Mom,” my voice still shaking.

Maybe what I said was true. Thinking to myself, ‘Maybe I WILL be OK, but I am NOT OK NOW!’ I was hurting. Every cell in my body felt like it was imploding. The pain was intense. I needed to exorcise the pain inside me.

I opened my desk drawer and took out my Swiss army knife. I ran my finger along the edge of the blade to satisfy myself with its sharpness. I undressed and threw my clothes in the corner, taking a seat on my desk chair. Here I sat naked with a knife in my hand.

In my estranged mind, I could only think that I could rid myself of one pain by creating another pain to replace it. The sun shone brightly through my window on my darkest day, bouncing off the silver coating of the knife’s blade. Holding the knife firmly, I dragged the shape edge across the width of my thigh and watched the white flesh separate into two parts, filling the middle with blood.

I didn’t understand why it didn’t hurt, so I made a second cut parallel to the first one. I grabbed for my gym towel but not before a small pool of blood puddled next to my feet. After the third cut, I realized that this did not provide any relief for the deep hurt I was feeling inside.

I wiped down the blade and closed the knife, pressing the bloodied towel hard against my opened wounds. Although the cutting didn’t seem to help, I took comfort that the three scars would remain, to remind me of Suzie.

The funeral was scheduled for Monday. On Sunday night around three a.m.., I couldn’t sleep. I sat down at my computer to write a farewell to Suzie. It wasn’t a eulogy or a speech. That was for the clergy. It was words that I had to write down for me to say a proper goodbye. I printed the sheet of paper and looked for a metal container and deposited my words.

Monday morning arrived. I barely ate or slept from the time of the accident. I got dressed in the pale blue shirt that Suzie said brought out the blue of my eyes. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see blue. I saw sad, black, tired eyes. As I pulled on my pants, I stopped to reflect on the three parallel lines on the side of my thigh. I felt like crying but held back.

Mom and dad were dressed and waiting for me. Dad was in a well-pressed suit and mom wore a black dress with a black ribbon in her hair. Suzie escort ataköy would have liked the way they looked.

The drive to the cemetery was quiet. No one had meaningful words to say, each one experiencing their own form of grief.

The gravesite was crowded. Bear, Sheila, Little John, Steven, Juice, George, and Harriet from the gym; along with the crew of gym buddies that knew and loved Stretch.

Bear and Little John both stood by my side during the service. I saw the preacher’s lips moving but it was like I put the remote control volume on mute. There was nothing that he could say that I didn’t know. I looked around at the others and accepted their sorrow with gratitude.

At the conclusion, Bear leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“We all loved her, Jay. Differently than you, but it is all our loss.”

“Bear, can you stay a little longer and drive me home. There is something I still need to do.”

“Sure buddy, whatever you need.”

My parents approached and asked if I was ready. I told them to go on ahead, that Bear would be driving me back.

Waiting for everyone to leave, alone, I stood in front of the freshly filled grave and removed the piece of paper from the metal container and read out loud.

“To Suzie, The Love of My Life.”

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.

My soul can reach when feeling out of sight.”

“Suzie, those are not my words but those of Elisabeth Barrett Browning. I chose those words because my words are worthy of your love. My words follow. They might not be as eloquent, but never- the- less, they are spoken from my heart.”

“Suzie,

You are my sun, my moon, my rock, my balance.

You spread your arms and provide me everlasting warmth.

You shed light at night and lead me through dark passages.

You stand in front and behind, always giving me 100% support.

You balance my irrational thoughts and turn them into rational thinking.”

Looking away from my paper, “I remember the first time we met at the gym. I saw you dance across the room, smiling like a little girl with money in her pocket, and the ice cream truck turning the corner. I think I started to love you before our first words were spoken. You had the face of an angel, the mysterious smile of a Cheshire cat, and the eyes to light up any darkened room.”

“You and Juice took care of me when I accidentally overdid it on the special brownies. Boy, did you girls ever take care of me!” I had to smile remembering that night.

“This was the week that I would have proposed to marry you.” Getting down on one knee, “Suzie, will you marry me? Will you share your life with me? Don’t feel rushed to answer. This question is open from now until eternity.”

Looking back down at my notes:

“I don’t know how I can go on without you. You complete me. Now I stand before you an incomplete man because when you died, part on me died with you.”

As I read, tears rolled down onto the page, angry at myself for soiling the paper. I rolled the love letter and placed it back into the tube. I grabbed a shovel and dug a hole in the recently filled gravesite. When satisfied, I placed the metal tube in the hole and covered it back up.

“Goodbye Suzie, my love, my life, my wife, until we met again in heaven.”

Turning and walking back toward the car.

“Bear, time to go home.”

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It wasn’t my fault. Not really. I didn’t mean to be rough. You gotta remember I had just come off the rugby field. I was hot, I was amped. I was awash in adrenalin and aggression so when I saw Suzy my girlfriend looking so incredibly sexy in that short red dress and high heels, I just wanted to kiss her, touch her, hold her.

Yeah, I guess you are right. I actually wanted to fuck her then and there, in the back seat of my car, in full daylight and full sight of the crowd who should have been watching the next game. Suzy pushed me away, roughly, angrily, aggressively. I made a grab at her, caught that long pony tail and used it as a handle to bring her mouth around to kiss me.

Well that was the plan. My plan. Hers was much different. As I came up close, she bit me. On the lip. Hard. I jerked back and her teeth broke the skin on my lip. Before I could really react, she had slapped me and was out of the car at and running away from me. The last words I heard were, “You bastard. You utter bastard. We are through, you hear. Through.”

Of course her friends all gathered around, protecting her and glaring at me. I suppose I should have seen it coming, but I was too blind. The kudos of having a huge rugby player already 18 and driving a car were great. Problem was, I wanted more in the way of sex than she was prepared to give. Each date would end with me suffering from blue balls and having to relieve my tensions, alone, at home and by myself.

Prick teaser she was. I suppose our break up had been brewing for some time and I just didn’t realise it. The upshot of her constantly taking me to the edge and then stopping me was, I suppose part of the reason for my strong arm stuff.

Our last date hand ended on such a cliff hanger episode. We had been making out on the couch, she had my cock in her hand, I had my hand up her skirt and I was seconds away from coming when she got up and showed me the door. Completely without warning. I begged, I pleaded to no avail. I went home and jerked off.

So it was that instead of hanging out with her until later that evening I headed on home alone, angry and not good company, forgetting that my mother was having the book club over for drinks and whatever else they do at book club meetings. That book club seemed to spend more time drinking than reading, but who am I to judge them? All I know is that Ma used to come home well tanked and go to bed early to “rest”. Sleep off the effects I would have thought. Anyway, I arrived home in a total fury only to discover that the house was full of middle aged women, talking, laughing and generally have a good time, which I certainly was not.

I tried to sneak in but Ma saw me, summoned me in to “meet the girls”. How she could refer to women her age as girls I was not certain. The youngest of them was half my age again. She was actually rather an eyeful, short black mini, black stockings, see through top that showed off a black lace bra. In the state I was in I was immediately aroused by her.

“Meet Jill.” Ma said and I shook her hand trying not to stare at her boobs and imagine sucking them. She didn’t make it easier by holding my hand longer than was normal and staring me in the eye. If I had not seen the wedding ring, I might have thought that she was coming onto me. That impression was increased by the fact that she ran her tongue over her lips and her nipples seemed to stand out slightly more than they had before we were introduced.

“Put him down Jill. You can’t eat have him.” One of the other “girls” shouted. I fled to the sound of ribald laughter.

I closed myself in my room, but found myself ill at ease with the thought of jerking off with all those women in the house, especially bakırköy escort as anyone going to the toilets would have to walk past my door. Jill had just added to my frustration and I was semi erect by the time I had closed the door behind me. I lay down on the bed and tried to sleep, but sleep evaded me. I was too tense, too aroused, too amped to do anything but stare at the ceiling and imagine fucking Suzy who somehow became Jill as I became more aroused by the thought.

My cell phone pinged. A long, blistering, vituperative message from Suzy. More or less saying that I was dumb and violent and that if we met in a thousand years time it would be far too soon. I didn’t reply.

Having given up the idea of sleeping or jerking off I decided to sneak into the bathroom and shower. I stripped down and was just getting into the shower when the door burst open and a seriously inebriated Jill staggered into the bathroom. She stared at my short sightedly, swaying slightly.

“Hello. Now this is a lovely surprise.” she said and in two steps had crossed the floor and was making a grab at my cock. Something in my head lost all traction and the frustrations of the day, the week, of Suzy, of my own overpowering randiness just took over. I grabbed her hair, just as I had with Suzy, tilted her head back and then paused. I did not want another bite. I had learnt my lesson. Jill stared at me for a few seconds then,

“Well? What you gonna do now? Stare at me all day? We don’t have much time cos someone is going to notice I am gone fairly soon.”

I didn’t hesitate, brought her face up to mine and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. My other hand got a life of its own and found its way under her skirt. No panties, and wet. Soaking wet and hot. She grabbed my cock and started to jerk me off, her other hand squeezing my balls gently, then she broke the kiss, pushed me away, turned around and bent over the basin, legs apart. I did not need any more invitation and was thrusting forward into her.

“Slap my ass.” she said. I did, but gently, Suzy’s fury still fresh in my head.

“Is that the best you can do?”

I pulled back, held her by the hair and slapped her hard. She jerked forward, arching her neck as my hand held her hair,

“Ah. Fuck. Yes. Again.”

I hit her again, now seeing Suzy’s furious face. And again, just as hard. Her ass was now red from the slaps. I could see her pussy gleaming, wet and inviting.

“Fuck this for a waste of time.” I thought and spread her ass cheeks wide with my thumbs

“Later Bitch.” I whispered in her ear and thrust hard into her, and again and again. The tension was just too much and I came in a huge spurt. I held her hips against mine so that I could pump my entire load into her and keep it there.

She moaned gently “Too fast, far too fast. Fuck that was good.”

She pulled away from me, stood up, straightened her skirt and her hair. Took out a cell phone.

“Punch your number in there. I will call you.” And while I was doing that she redid her make up. When she was finished, she took the phone, kissed my cheek and left without another word.

I showered and went back to my bedroom and slept like the dead.

The next morning Ma was somewhat hungover but that didn’t stop her from interrogating me.

“What did you do after you left us?”

“Showered and then slept. Why?”

“Jill disappeared during book club and was a way for a time that seemed much too long and it was while you were showering. She didn’t come in and interfere with you did she?”

“Nope. Didn’t see her.”

“She is bad news that woman. Has a kink for being beaten. Likes big strong escort bahçelievler and violent men. I saw her eyeing you.”

“Cummon Ma. She is much older than me and you know I am not violent.”

“Suzy’s mother seems to think you are far too rough. She phoned and really gave me a helluva talking to. What happened?”

I told her an edited version of the story and she stared at me for a while.

“Best you stay away from her then. Bad news. Next she will be shouting rape. And also stay away from Jill too. She is dangerous. And when your Pa gets home, he must talk to you. You are getting too big and too dangerous for me to handle.”

Of course I didn’t stay away from Jill. She messaged me later that day and we had a very hot and explicit chat. She sent me some pictures and I returned the favour.

It turned out that Ma was right about one thing at least. Jill liked rough stuff and complimented me on the bruises I had inflicted on her ass. Told me that she wanted me to slap her ass again.

We agreed to meet later that week.

I must tell you that Ma was not my Ma, but Jenny, a woman my father married after my real birth Mother died of cancer. I suspect that Pa had been screwing Jenny while still married to my Mother cos no sooner was she buried than he installed her in his house just off the river that he plied his trade on.

Jenny was a roly poly big titted woman with a vicious temper and a overwhelming libido. Probably one of the reasons that Pa married her was because she fucked him so good and so often. How, I hear you ask, do I know she had an overwhelming libido? Cos every time my father came home I could hear them fucking from the other side of the house. Ma was what I have heard referred to as a “screamer”. She would let everyone know she what she was up to in graphic detail. So I knew that she would fuck Pa senseless when he came home on shore leave. Ours being a fairly close community I heard whispers around town that she had a lover who visited her regularly while Pa was away. If she did, she was reasonably discreet, because I never caught her at it, but still the stories persisted.

I have found that when things start to happen, they happen fast and mostly together. Incidents crowding together and pressing in on you, leaving you little space to manoeuvre.

In my case, the third and defining incident happened the evening after Jill and I messaged our lusts to each other. I had been playing with automating my laptop to take photographs when it detected movement in my room. Aside from it being an interesting techy project, I also suspected that Jenny was screwing her lover, Charles on my bed so as not to soil the marriage bed. Strange logic, but then people are strange.

I had started trying to make the webcam auto start up for some time but for some reason the laptop did not record any movement in my room. Possibly I was doing something wrong or possibly nothing was happening in my room. I fiddled some more, made some minor adjustment, went off to school, came home, nothing. This went on until the day after my impromptu shower fuck with Jill. I arrived home and when Jenny was well ensconced in front of the TV, I checked the camera directory. This time there was a video. A big one. I started up VLC my video viewer and loaded the video.

There was obviously some delay between the motion detection and the starting of the video camera so that Jenny and Charles were not only in view, but Charles had his hand up Ma’s skirt. I put headphones and cranked the sound up until I could hear her guttural voice that I had heard too often when Pa came home. Charles dropped her on her back on my bed, her head hanging ataköy escort over the edge of the bed and then thrust his cock into her open mouth. I could see the movement of his cock on her throat as he thrust into her mouth and down her throat with Ma taking all his cock down her throat without much effort. I was interested to note that his cock was smaller than mine by half a hand width. He thrust hard and fast, until at last he came with a grunt, Ma squeezing his balls as he stood there, head thrown back, back arched.

He finally pulled out, wiped his cock in her hair and walked out. Ma rolled onto her stomach, shouted “Fucken come back and finish me off, you bastard.”

Then got up and walked out of the room and the video ended.

Now that I had the technique waxed I grabbed one of my Strawberry Pi computers and a tiny camera. Programmed it to auto record on movement, connected it to my network by wireless and then hid it in Ma and Pa’s room.

I got images of Ma masturbating, getting dressed and undressed, generally doing what people normally do in their bedrooms when unobserved. What was intriguing to me was that Ma had a butt plug which she inserted every now and so often. Each occasion was followed by a visit by Charles. I could not figure out the link at first, but one day while in my bedroom, Charles extracted the butt plug and quite obviously stuck his cock in the widened hole. Ma whimpered and moaned and groaned then came hard and long, obviously enjoying the experience immensely. Time passed and I gathered a fine library of porn starring Ma.

One evening after a particularly frustrating day in which I had missed an appointment with Jill because my teacher kept me in for extra classes, I got home, horny, frustrated and ready to kill.

Ma was waiting for me. Seems my afternoons with Jill were not only interfering with my school work but had become the topic of conversation around town. The stories, some true, some false and some somewhat exaggerated had finally reached Ma’s ears.

“What did I say? Stay away from Jill. Seems you don’t hear.”

I pushed passed her and headed from my room.

“Come back here and listen to me.”

I kept on going, she followed me into my room.

“I am talking to you. You don’t walk out on me.”

I ignored her, fired up my video viewer and started a compilation of her more raunchy activities that I had created. It started with that first blow job and went through the whole gamut finally ending up with her being banged up the ass doggy style on my bed. The video showed everything, Charles forward thrusts, Mas ass being pounded and his balls slapping against her pussy, her raucous moans and the slapping of flesh on flesh.

Ma stood transfixed as the images rolled across the screen, not speaking, not looking at me, trapped by the video. Finally her hand started to stray down to her pussy and she started to rub herself. Faster and faster her hand moved, her breathing audible above the sounds from the video.

I slid in behind her, grabbed her breasts, and then her nipples, twisting hard, she grunted once and then her hips pushed back against me, finding my erection and grinding hard, back and forth, up and down on my hardon. I slid her pants down round her ankles, slid a finger in her ass, bent her over and thrust hard into her pussy. She moaned and jerked as I hammered into her, at some point I pulled back, slid my cock our of her pussy and into her ass causing her to cum and dragging me with her.

As I pulled out of her, she sighed, stood up and lent against me.

“You are bigger than your Pa. And harder. Took you long enough to find my pussy though. What kept you?” was all she said.

I still see Jill, but now my step Ma warms my bed regularly only deserting me when Pa comes home and she has to fulfil her conjugal duties keeping a roof over our heads and food on the table. If Pa suspects anything he never says. I don’t have motion sensors on any of my machines. That might be disastrous.

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We fly into Denver airport five hours late, and I take my time disembarking the plane — relaxed in the knowledge that I have missed my connecting flight by hours, and that there is unlikely to be any more till the morning. I thank the staff, and earn myself a weary smile, as I amble my way onto the airbridge, following the stream of grungy passengers into the terminal.

All of us are late.

None of us are going anywhere.

Everybody knows it.

There is a certain relaxation in it, as one hundred of so people line up in the terminal, the queue arching around the head of the travelator and back again, tired people stretching their limbs and speaking quietly to one another.

I end up at the back of the queue, along with a couple old biddies and another backpacker — dark skin, deep brown eyes. She gives me a smile, and I smile back, and then we both dump our packs and ourselves on the floor, backs to the glass of the travelator, and proceeded to pull books out our bags, and pass the time.

Distantly I am aware of the airport, the high roof, the wide glass windows, the two old biddies standing over us, chuckling to one another, and nudging every so often — skin warn soft with age, hair thin and loose, floating like clouds above them. Ahead of us is a group of high-school students- a sports team by the looks of it, and then a young family, and further ahead a married couple, all sandy eyed and waiting.

I shuffle along as the line pulls forward, and my new travel accomplice shuffles after, still reading: “Mary Poppins Opens the Door”.

By the time I eventually reach the help desk it was almost midnight. I fell tired, but still flush with the energy of travel, so I smile as best I can at the bedraggled airport assistant. “Busy evening?”

She smiles back, a hint of sparkle in those worn eyes.

“You might say that.”

Pretty. I wonder if-

For a moment I think she might read my mind — not sure whether to flush red or smile wider, but instead she continues in the calm professional manner of all airport staff:

“We’ve got one room left in the airport hotel, king sized bed, ahhh… are you two together?”

The flight assistant look, back and forward between me, and where I realize my de facto travel companion is standing.

“Yeah!” my companion stated “We’ll take it!”

What?

I look at her, her fierce glittering smile, nose stud, front and back packs, a true amazon –

You do realize she isn’t offering to sleep with you. Or rather, she is, but only in the most literal sense.

You can probably change that.

She probably wants you too.

The thrill of the chase flickers in my chest, my ribcage an aviary, the game of seduction, both players ready and willing…

I can feel myself leaning closer to her, my feet yearning to take that single step, close enough to wrap an arm around her.

Her eyes grin, daring me to call her a liar, daring me to disagree.

This girl is beautiful. All you have to do is play along, all you have to do is –

Out of the corner of my eye I spot the old ladies trailing behind us, trundling over to the assistance desk, luggage used for balance.

Don’t-

“I-“

Her expression turns black.

Just don’t do it.

“I don’t think we can, sweety.” I gesture at the pair behind us.

“Ah.” She steps away from the help desk, deflated, annoyed. “Yeah, fine.”

I turn back to the assistant “Is there anywhere we can get food around here? If you can’t give us a spot at the hotel, could you at least give us that?”

She shoves a stack of meal vouchers my way, and then turns to her final customers, forgetting about us even in the moment of breaking eye contact.

As I turn, I catch one of the old ladies smiling at me, nodding pleasantly.

How much did you see? How well do you know how much I just gave up for you?

*************

I catch up with the girl fifty meters later. She’d stalked off, obviously annoyed, obviously unimpressed.

“Hey! Hey! They gave us meal vouchers!”

The moment I catch up she rounds on me, punching me in the shoulder “You asshole.”

“Ow!”

“You have any idea how long its been since I’ve slept in a king sized bed?”

She snatchs the meal vouchers from my hand and rifles through them. “Cheap skates. This is barely thirty bucks.” The vouchers get shoved back, and she continues walking.

“Well do you want them or not?”

“Of course I do!” she snaps “That’s why we’re looking for food now.” She indicates the terminal up ahead, what looks like a foodcourt.

“we”

“we”, not “I”.

I follow, eyes catching at the powerful swish swish of her billowing hippie pants as she strides along. One pack front, one back, forceful and oblivious to anything the might get in her way.

“I could hardly leave those two old ladies stuck in the airport overnight — they’d break a hip!”

“I know that,” she replies “Which is why I’m so annoyed at you, which is why…” She stops, turns to me, adjusting my shoulder straps, eyes distant, abstracted. “Look — escort bayan bakırköy what you did back there was sweet. It was really sweet, and it was the right thing to do, and it was actually kind of cute.” she turns and continued walking “It was also bloody stupid!”

“Why?”

“Because that girl behind the desk could see that they’re decrepit too! You don’t think the airport would leave two old ladies stumbling around overnight? They’d have come up with something.” We arrived at the food court, glanced around. Everything was closed.

“Two young backpackers on the other hand? Two young’uns like us with strong backs and a plenty of equipment… ohh sure, they’ll be perfectly happy to leave us to rot in a place like this.”

She gestures.

Marooned.

The space is wide, open, ornate almost. The way a cathedral or a palace might have been long ago.

These days this grandeur is saved mainly for malls and corporate offices, occasionally public buildings such as libraries or town halls.

Or, in this case, the airport.

Did I really do something so stupid?

Did I give up a king sized bed with this girl for the sake of two old ladies who were going to get served anyway?

“I’m sorry.”

“No your not.”

“What?”

“Oh come on- we both know that all that crap I just said is made up — a total guess. It might be true, but it might not, and even I only figured it out afterward, so there was no way for you to know it at the time.”

“I-“

I paused for a moment trying to wrap my head around the swift back and forward of her logic, meanwhile she frets around, trying to see if any of the places in the foodcourt were still open. “This way,” she drags me over towards the newsstand. “Hey! You! You know if there’s anywhere left in this airport where me and the boy can get some food?”

The woman at the newsstand directed us downstairs, to the train- the train? –

“- There’s another food court over in Terminal A, I think they’re open later than here.”

“Thanks!”

Again she is striding off, leaving me jogging to keep up.

” ‘The Boy’?” I tease, upon catching up with her.

“Yeah- you’re ‘they boy’ until I think of something better to call you.”

“My name’s Joseph”

“And mines Nadine, thanks for asking.”

I stop following, watch as she stalks away.

She stops at the top of the staircase, glances around, looks back at me. “You coming?”

Something in her pose is hesitant, off-balance almost.

“I… If you need some space then I can give you your share of the vouchers, we can go our separate ways. Its… its fine.”

It isn’t. I hate the idea. But…

“They gave us three tenners- no way to split it even.”

“You can take two, I don’t mind.”

She walks back, right up close, till she was almost bumping into me with her frontpack.

“I really shouldn’t be alone right now.”

I blink.

Above us hang the neon lights, the sculptures, signs pointing out directions, even further above are our reflections, two strangers, far from home, out of place, disjoint, removed.

“And…” She continues, flicking out a tongue to moisten her lips, looking away. “You seem like an okay guy. Giving the room to old ladies rather than jumping on some chance to get laid, listening and stuff… I think having you here might make things easier.”

It doesn’t make sense.

You seem so powerful, so proud.

The fragility doesn’t sit right in my mind, doesn’t fit.

Unconsciously I reach out my hand and take hers.

She lifts our hands together, clasped fingers around mine, as if brothers in arms.

I can’t help but be aware of the soft skin of her forearm against mine.

“Okay?” Our eyes meet.

“Okay,” I nod.

Her business conducted, Nadine turns and strols off down the stairs. “Course- just because I being vulnerable and needy and crap doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on your or anything,”

“Perish the thought.”

“Actually, if anything, I’ll probably treat you even worse now, since I’m pretty sure I can get away with pretty much anything.”

“Do you now?”

A glance over her shoulder, as she bats her eyes. “Pretty much.”

She really is very pretty.

It take me a full second to realize that I’ve stopped moving. She laughs at me, gives me a shove.

There is more of a bounce in her step now, less of a stride, as we descended the marble well towards what is apparently a train station.

At the bottom is a statue of a spaceman, and (as might be expected) a platform with a pair of tracks leading off into the darkness.

“Fancy airport,” I comment.

“I’s kinda weird,” Nadine replies “I’s not like we’re landed anywhere important or anything.”

The train arrives as we talk. We boarded, don’t bother to sit, and watch as the walls of the tunnel skate on by. Every minute or so we gust past a collection of illuminated sculptures on the wall: windsocks and pinwheels, whirling about in the slipstream of the train — children’s toys, like something from a dream.

Terminal escort halkalı A has a twisty train track hanging from the roof for some reason, like something you’d expect if Escher designed roller coasters, and then pinned them to the roof like some kind of bizarre butterfly collection. Completely weird in other words.

I am beginning to get the feeling that whoever designed this airport had something very very wrong with them.

The layout is good though, and me and Nadine bob our way up the marble staircase to the foodcourt, swaying back and forward under the weight of our backpacks. I can’t help but notice that hers are larger, and that anyone seeing us would assume we were a couple and wonder why I was slacking off so badly.

At the top of the staircase there were a dozen or so restaurants (all closed), a McDonald’s (open) and a coffee shop (closing up). We managed to grab two slices of bacon and egg pie each, and a hot chocolate, before they closed, then grabbed a seat in the middle of the empty foodcourt, eating in silence.

The foodcourt is weird without anyone in it. Not quiet abandoned — there were still a couple kids loitering behind the counter of the Mcdonald’s, cleaning staff marching or meandering about — yet still… the lack of customers, the fact that everyone else in the vicinity was staff was… disquieting.

‘Dine wolfs down her pie as if she hasn’t eaten in a week and doesn’t expect to for a week longer. I eat with a knife and fork, enjoying the meal, relaxing into the evening and catching my eyes exploring Nadine a little more, now that she has unturtled herself – various backpacks on the floor.

Her hair is short, wavy, the colour of expensive wooden furniture. She is gangly- flat chested, dappled with freckles, and surprisingly muscular, especially in the arms, which probably explains the force behind the punch from earlier.

I receive a savage kick beneath the table.

“You looking at me?”

I look up and hold her wildered gaze- eyes brown flecked with green. We stare each other down while I finished my mouthful, and for a moment I am reminded of the street dogs of Baghdad — stray, hungry, proud. I can feel her, inquisitive, daring me to look away, looking for an excuse to lash out at me again.

“Yeah, I’m looking.” I admit, after clearing my throat. “Trying to figure out who I’m hanging out with.”

She nods, kicks me again, lightly, and goes back to eating, apparently satisfied.

“Okay,” She says through a mouth of pastry. “Wha’d’ya see?”

“You’re strong. I wondered for a bit if you went to the gym, but you don’t seem like the kind of person who does that.”

“Too poor?”

“To… pragmatic. Like you wouldn’t bother have muscle if it wasn’t good for something.”

She nods. “Farm labor,” she explains “Landscaping. Lots of out-door work. Easiest to pick up when you’re on the road.”

“Makes sense. Been traveling a while?”

She turns away, suddenly studying the vast empty space of building.

“Yeah. A while.”

She falls silent, and I leave her to her thoughts, finishing the rest of my pie and watching as she withdraws a camera from her backpack and starts snapping pics of the I-beams and reflections in the marble floor. She takes pictures at weird angles, and scrolls through them afterwards, deleting ruthlessly. Even after I finish eating I don’t disturb her, watching as she snaps picture after picture, frowning, fidgeting, looking for something, not a single human in any shot she takes.

The last of the janitorial staff in the area comes up and asks after our plates, and after that we stand, lug on our packs, and head off.

I don’t know where we’re going.

Her fingers find mine, entwine, lock, hot little hands, rough from working the land, our forearms brushing together, packs swaying left and right, in time so as to balance one another.

I give her hand a squeeze.

She squeezes back and I can’t help but imagine her forehead against my lips, my arms around her shoulder, warmth, holding one another tight, the sweet smell of it, the image like a jolt. She squeezes again, and I squeeze back, and somehow we find our way to the top of the stairs.

The game continues as we descend the well, and about half way down I realize that her eyes are closed, a smile pursed between her lips, her breathing slow, step step stepping down the stairs at my side, letting me guide her.

Our hands have slowed to the beat of a heart, and even as I notice, I can feel my breath and heart in time.

The temptation to close my own eyes seems overwhelming, and every so often for a few steps I do.

We reach the bottom of the stairs, and stand upon the platform, and wait. I don’t speak, instead admire the architecture, thinking about the woman at my side, her secretive smile, her strength, the slightest trail of ink scrolling up her neck, along her throat.

A flush of air, the train arrives, I lead her in. Soft mellow light. Directionless, ambient. I remove her pack, and then mine, and then her other pack, all with her standing, blind and balancing escort bayan ataköy herself against me, against the acceleration of the train.

With the packs down, I turn and face her, see her smile ratcheting up a notch, before I step forward, take her in my arms, and meet her lips.

Our kiss is soft, a barest brushing of lips, a sharing of breath, the deceleration of the train as we approach the next deserted station pressing us against one another. I find myself uncomfortably aware of my own breathing. We kiss again and again, a million little pecks, a continuous susurration between our lips as if sharing secrets.

A stray arm wraps around her shoulder, runs a palm against the back of her neck, combs fingers through dark feathery hair. She pulls back, rubs her head against my hand, rolls her shoulders, smiles. “It’s been a long time.”

“Since your last kiss?”

“Since I could last close my eyes.”

We sit, melt against the seats, she unzips her hoody, revealing a red singlet, tight even against the slightest of curves. I kiss her neck, hungry now, and roll her backwards, scooping my arms beneath the hoody on the way.

She shrugs out of it, climbs onto me, pulling me down against her, and the angle of it forces my lips lower, past her shoulder, to the soft dark skin above her breast, and then…

“Keep going,”

By the time I reach the soft rise of her breast she’s arch back, presenting herself, arms caught at her side by the sleeve of the hoody, singlet and bra already dislodged from bare shoulders, easily brushed aside.

I lick.

Her chest is almost entirely flat, but for two dark circles.

Our eyes meet as I lap at her nipple; deep brown pools of panic and desire. She nods.

Her singlet presses up against my chin, protesting my presence, and I lick again, eliciting a shudder.

Her breathing has slowed, her entire chest and spinal column soaking into the action, as if meditating, as if trying to center herself.

I lick again, and then run circles around her. My spare hand damps fingers in her mouth, and then uses them to stimulate her other side. I need to touch all of her.

I study the gentle curve of her throat, the goosebumping skin of her chest, the weight of my chest relaxing more and more into the gap between her legs, forcing them apart. Impossible to focus, mind adrift, wafting on wide waves of desire.

“yes.” She runs fingers through me hair, scratching at me, her breathing held level by force of will as I suckle on her. “Yes…”

My other arm twists beneath her leg, and then up into the gap in between, slipping under her pants, and then touching. She moans. I need to fuck her, need to please her, feel my finger scrabble desperately, trying to find a away inside, and then they do- her back arches, and I keep rubbing at her, and for a long while we stay like this. Twisted togeather. Entwined. Locked. Desperate to complete one another, unwilling to pull away enough to let that happen.

I stroke her, stroke the tight slippery flesh of her insides, and occasionally move my lips to the other side, giving both her gentle breasts my attention.

We could have done this inside.

We could have done this in a king size bed.

The image of it startles me, the image of fucking her amongst blankets and pillows- soft yellow light, her smile, the rich creamy curtains, her gasps against the window, I crush her tighter, hear her moaning, gasping-

her fist yanks me up, yanks me back to reality, back to the train, the here, the now, away from her chest, with wild eyes staring at me, confused and pained.

“Enough. Enough games, just fuck me.”

I nod, pull my fingers out from her, feeling her shudder.

Someone could walk in at any moment.

Somehow that makes it even hotter than the hotel room.

I stand, scuff out of shoes, shrug off my pants. As I go for my shirt, she manages to somehow melt out of the chair, puddling onto the floor below. She clings onto my legs, and then, plaintively, takes my cock into her mouth.

I relax.

I relax and continue taking off the shirt as her tongue circles round my tip. She bobbs against me, hands stroking at my legs even as my cock expands into her throat. She seems completely focused, completely calm. Innocent, in a way I didn’t expect and don’t understand.

I push, ever so slightly, and watch as her eyes flutter. Her grip on my legs tightens, and then changes to knives. She pumps, not just her head, but her entire body against me, and I do my best not to think about it, not to think how I own her.

By the time she pulls back my breathing is regular and my eyes are closed. I let myself drop, first to my knees, and then twisting, on top of her, my hands braced across her wrists. Neither of us bothers with eye contact now, we’re both two busy studying each others bodies. Her hair’s a mess, her nipples erect, I can feel the tension in her arms, pressing up against me. Her chest and neck are a constellation of freckles, dappled with goosebumps in between, bright with sweat. She wriggles. I want her. She lines herself up and I press down. I slip into her slick folds, pushing all the way to the back with a thump. She goes limp, and I do it again, this time not so far, taking my time to pull out slowly between each stroke. Her cunt tightens around me each time I pull out, and she watches, horrified and captivated, as I nail her against the floor.

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I’m a rather conservative guy, and my girlfriend has occasionally chided me about not being as forceful and aggressive as I could be in initiating sex with her. One night we were driving home from dinner with friends, and she started in again about how I’m sort of prudish and not very adventurous and how I would never take any kind of risks with our sex life. As a guy, this kind of teasing can only go on so long before I just have to prove myself to her, and I made up my mind that I was going to show her just how adventurous and spontaneous I could be when it came to our sex life.

As we pulled into my condo complex, I hit the remote for the door to my garage, which has a shared wall with my next door neighbor. Our garages are attached to one another, as are the breakfast nooks that are just inside the condo from the garage. After we pulled into the car, I quickly hopped out of the driver’s side of the car and came around to Julie’s door before she had gotten herself out of the car. I intentionally left the garage door open as I circled around. She stepped out, but had left something behind inside the car, so she turned to retrieve it, and that was her tactical error.

As soon as she turned her back on me, I pounced. I came up behind her and grabbed her firmly around the waist, pressing my turgid cock, straining at the seam of my pants, up against her ass. My warm breath was against her ear as my hands moved up and roughly pawed at her breasts. I nipped at her neck with my teeth as I reached down and undid her belt. I swiftly unbuttoned her pants, and unzipped her zipper. She tried to ask what I thought I was doing, but I clamped my hand against her mouth, and yanked down her pants and panties with my other hand.

While my right hand was keeping Julie from speaking, my left hand went to her cunt and I slipped first one and then two fingers inside her. She was bakırköy eskort already dripping wet and ready for me. I took my hand from her mouth and pushed her forward at the waist. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my rock hard cock out, and suddenly and savagely slammed it into her drenched pussy. I grabbed her about the waist and pounded out her in long, deep thrusts as she moaned in pleasure. I took my left hand and entwined it in her hair, pulling tightly as I fucked her harder, faster, and with more ferocity with each thrust. The slapping of my hips against her round, toned ass echoed throughout the garage and Julie’s screams of pleasure could be heard up and down the street.

As I pulled her hair with my left hand, I used my right hand to slap her ass, bringing red marks on both her cheeks as I continuously slid my 7 inches of meat into her sopping wet love hole. Within a couple of minutes of my assault I could feel the walls of her snatch spasming around my pole and I knew she was coming for the first time this night. As she came down from the high of her orgasm, I pulled out of her and spun her around to face me. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her from her position between the interior of the car and the passenger door where she had been bent before me. As she struggled to free her feet from her pant legs and dragged her toward the front of the car.

She had just gotten free of her pants when I stopped her and ordered her to remove her blouse and bra. Doe-eyed, and somewhat frightened, she complied without a word. When she had removed her garments, I dove for her milky white tits; sucking on one large nipple while I squeezed and pulled on the other. Her breath was becoming ragged again as I pulled my mouth from her nipple. I grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her onto the hood of my car. I pulled her legs apart and escort fulya stepped in between. I aimed my pussy-juice slicked prick right at her snatch and slipped it in. I grabbed each of her legs and put them over my shoulders and began pounding away at her as she cried out in pleasure. I knew that the neighbors were home as I saw their lights on as we approached and knew that there was no way they couldn’t be hearing our lovemaking. I stroked deep and long into her pussy, causing the hood to bend and creak with each thrust. Just as Julie was about to cum for the second time, I stopped and pulled away, leaving her begging me for me; imploring me to keep fucking her so she could cum again.

I stepped away, and opened the door from the garage into the breakfast nook area. I pointed toward the inside of the house, and without a word, Julie complied with my silent command. As I followed her into my condo, I discarded my remaining clothes. Julie hopped up onto the kitchen table and spread her legs for me. I again strode between her legs and slid my pulsing cock between her red, engorged pussy lips. I hooked my arms under her thighs and with one strong tug I slammed my cock to the hilt inside her vagina. She cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I began thrusting forward with my hips and pulling her thighs toward me to get maximum penetration.

Each thrust caused a loud slapping sound as our hips met, almost forcing all of the wind from Julie lungs. However, she still had enough breath to cry out “fuck me, oh fuck me harder”. Her one and only command, I followed to a T. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. The slapping of our bodies, the squishing noises made as my cock slammed in and out of her juicy pussy, and her cries of mixed pain and pleasure filled the entire condo. We fucked in this position for several more minutes ataköy eskort until I could see Julie’s eyes rolling back in her head as she came for the second time, her body jerking and twitching in ecstasy.

I released her legs, and sat down on the kitchen chair as she levered herself up and off of the kitchen table. She stepped over the chair and impaled herself on my shaft as I grabbed the firm, globes of her ass and pulled her breasts against my mouth. I squeezed her cheeks as she bounced up and down on my cock, all the while I sucked and nibbled at her luscious melons. Our bodies were covered in sweat and I could feel her juices dribbling down across my balls and puddling on the chair on which I sat. I could feel the telltale signs of my impending orgasm welling up inside me, but I didn’t want to come inside Julie this time. I had something else entirely in mind.

The next time she slid up my shaft, I pushed her up and off of me, as I stood up from the chair. I placed my hands on her shoulders and forced her to kneel in front of my hard cock, as it bobbed with the beat of my heart. Once she was positioned in front of me, I slid my cock into her waiting mouth. I grabbed the sides of her head with my hands and began thrusting in and out of her hot, wet mouth. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long, but I also knew Julie was going to swallow every drop of my cum. I could hear the gurgling sounds emanating from her mouth as my prick slipped into her throat with each thrust, and I could feel her tongue lapping at the underside of my cock as I fucked her mouth. Julie began to fondle my ball sack, and I knew the moment was at hand: I squeezed her head as I pulled her against me, her nose pressing up against my hard, flat stomach, and I unleashed a torrent of cum right down her throat. She took it all in stride, milking my cock with her tongue and her hands, drinking down every drop as I collapsed back onto the kitchen seat, while Julie knelt between my legs.

She looked up at me with those big, doe eyes, and with a wry grin on her face said “is that all you got?” At that moment, I knew this was just the beginning of a very long, sweaty, night of sex.

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I had been dying for a long ride in your slick, hot car and you knew it. You promised to take me for a spin. I always figured it was just talk.

Several months ago, you’d walked into the bed and breakfast where I worked. The first time you walked up to the reception desk, I thought to myself, Wow. Those are blue. Your eyes startled me with their intensity. After a couple visits, you started lingering in the office and making small talk.

Your eyes were mesmerizing, but what really made me crazy were your hands. I would expect someone like you to have a business man’s hands: soft, weak, manicured. The first time you shook my hand was when I noticed. Rough, scarred, and calloused. Those were hands that had known hard work. They’d been put to practical, earthly labor at some point. I liked that. I wondered what brought you here, of all places.

“What brings you through this neck of the woods so often?” You were staying sometimes three nights a week, at least twice a month.

“My business is expanding. My job requires me to travel, hit the local markets. I’m on the road for most of the year now.”

“Why don’t you stay down at one of the other hotels, closer to the highway?” My little inn was tucked up into a sleepy little mountain town, miles from anywhere of consequence.

“Because then I wouldn’t get to see you.”

Your face was deadpan and unreadable, but your eyes sparkled, making my stomach flip over several times. I wondered at the unfamiliar sensation and laughed at the joke. Too soon you took your leave, off to yet another meeting.

I found myself making my lunch breaks coincide with your arrivals. While I was outside sipping some coffee and maybe reading, the sun would flash off that sexy car of yours as you pulled up the drive. I started to really look forward to seeing you pull up, for the little thrill that would chase around in my tummy. You were the flirtatious sort and it became contagious. Soon it seemed we were in a game of innuendos. It was fun, but I knew I was just a distraction for you. Why on earth would you be interested in me?

I was flattered by the attention, even though it couldn’t be serious. I didn’t think of myself as attractive. No, not pretty, there’s nothing pretty about me. I was coarse, crass, and uncouth. I cursed like a drunken gypsy and wore my clothes well past their rightful retirement. I was nowhere near your league, with your neatly ironed, brand name duds and pricey sunglasses. But here you were, flirting with me, no matter how baseless. I figured you were likely poking fun at me, seeing how big a fool I could make of myself.

How pathetic I was, the worthless cunt getting a pat on the head and wagging her tail in anticipation. No; no longer that, no more thinking like that. I pushed the self-deprecating thoughts away. It had been less than a year since I’d been in a very bad place. Since I got free, I’d had no interest or inclination in being pretty. My focus had been solely on surviving and reconstructing my life.

A friend had pulled me out of the ugly situation long enough for me to see clearly. It was an incredible blow. It still hurt like hell. Looking back, I had been a mess. A shivering, sniveling little thing, terrified of the world, of life alone, of just living life. Now I was changing my priorities, trying new things, though I was still timid. I relocated, got a job, and rekindled a beloved hobby I had dropped years ago. I’d started saving and planning to travel.

Life was meant to be lived to the fullest, out loud, moment by moment. I was damned well never going to forget that again.

And then you started coming around. With your enigmatic eyes and engaging charisma, I couldn’t help but return the attention you were giving. You were a fascinating person and I found myself looking forward to the short conversations with you. Something about you made me want to take chances. And I had been admiring your car for some time. It looked as if it could take corners nicely. So one day I worked up the nerve to ask if you’d take me for a spin sometime.

“Did I ever tell you you’ve got a cool car?” Brilliant, smooth. I cringed at how foolish I sounded.

“You think? I like it a lot. I’m on the road so much; I’d better have something I like, right?”

“I bet it’s fun to drive. Maybe you could show me sometime.”

You cocked your head at me, a small smile playing at your lips. I flushed and looked away. Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut? I knew I was being the first to push beyond merely chatting. I braced for the excuse from you, or for whatever form the rejection would take.

“So you’d like to take a spin. In my car.”

You leaned back in the patio chair and put your hands behind your head. Your eyes were catching the slanting, late afternoon light, exaggerating the azure and bringing out hints of turquoise. I held my breath, waiting for it. I wanted to slink quietly away and save us both the embarrassment.

“Sure. Next week. I’m coming bakırköy escort bayan through for a night; we’ll meet after you’re off.”

You went on to tell me about a book you thought I’d like while I made sure my mouth was closed. At first I couldn’t believe that you’d just agreed. I pulled myself back to the conversation, though I was still a bit shocked. I figured there was a good chance you wouldn’t be back.

The week passed, and that morning you came in as you’d said, to both my surprise and delight.

The promised joyride was now imminent. And I knew I was going too far. It is one thing to chat with a customer and quite another to be meeting him someplace to ride in his car. But why not as friends, just having a bit of fun? At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

The next day I found myself in a daring mood, ready to burst with the need for some fun. The August afternoon was hot, and I was sweating by the time I pulled into the trail-head parking, our agreed meeting spot. I got out of my truck and the mountain breeze cooled me slightly. I stretched, feeling muscle and tendon pop along my tall frame.

Very curvy and heavy breasted, I would always be more voluptuous than tight and lean. I wore a white halter top and a pair of loose cargo Capri’s. The top was maybe a bit revealing, but I hadn’t been able to resist. I wore no bra beneath the spandex halter that held my breasts snugly. The late afternoon sun caressed my skin and raised gooseflesh along my arms. My nipples were making themselves quite obvious. I shouldn’t have worn this top. I didn’t have anything else in my truck, either. Oh hell with it. I straightened my shoulders and reminded myself not to slouch, one of my numerous bad habits.

I pulled my hair loose from the severe, tight ponytail that was threatening to give me a headache. I grabbed my brush and started pulling out the tangles. Mousy brown in color but streaked from the sun, my hair fell almost to the top of my hips. I hated how it tangled up at the slightest breeze. I contemplated, once again, just having it bobbed to my chin.

As I brushed out the last of the knots, you roared into the lot. Music blaring from your car, you leaned out your window, “Hey man, you coming or not?”

I bit back the myriad inane responses that rolled into my head and walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and slid into the seat. My belly was tight with anticipation. This is crazy! It was long past time I started nurturing the pitifully atrophied adventurer in me.

“What a perfect summer day”, I said as I buckled into my seat belt, grinning like a fool. You smiled back at me and we were off.

The windows were down and you opened the sunroof. Turning out onto the street, the wind blowing in cooled my body and lifted my hair, sending it flying wildly around me. I tackled it and smoothed the strands into a semblance of order, taming it by pulling it back and tying it off.

There’s no way you could know how much I love going fast. How intense the sheer pleasure of flying down a mountain road, the forces of the turns and curves, the almost-out-of-control feeling of cornering. It gave me both a rush of excitement, loss of control, and an unexpected meditative calm. I thought you would understand the contradiction, if I dared tell you of it.

The thrill of flying down the road flooded my senses. I laughed out loud as you shifted through the gears, but the sound was lost in the roar of our passage. I wanted to hang out the window and shout at the trees that sped by. My senses aroused, I delighted in the vibrations of the engine as you pushed it harder. The heavy beat of the music blasting from the speakers reverberated up my spine. I felt intoxicated by the pleasure, awakened by the sensations.

You downshifted for the tighter curves ahead and your hand brushed my knee. I felt the touch acutely, it galvanized me. I suppressed my reaction to jerk out of range and look weird, so I kept my leg right where it was and pretended not to notice. I figured it was probably an accident. But the sensation of the light touch lingered.

Coming out of the last turn and into a longer stretch, you shifted back up again and urged the vehicle into another burst of speed. This time instead of letting your hand rest on the gearshift, you let it rest on my thigh. Holy shit. I froze. The exhilaration of the ride had aroused me, but the weight of your hand sent electricity up my thigh and started a slow burn between my legs. I glanced at you, but you had your eyes on the road. Your sunglasses covering your eyes allowed no hint as to whether you were teasing, or what. Is he fucking with me? Why hadn’t I pulled my leg away? When you took your hand back, I felt as if it should have left a smoldering imprint through to my flesh.

I saw that we were nearing a side road that I knew well. I leaned as close as my seatbelt would allow so you could hear me and suggested we take it. escort esenyurt I knew I was pushing the dare and wondered if you’d bite. He likes the attention and so do I, that’s all!And I was starved for it. I’ve been so good for so long. For over a year I had practiced a self-imposed asceticism, a barrier to hold together the broken bits of me. I was realizing that rather than helping me to heal, it was just another face of the masochism that had helped destroy my life. Self honesty was important to me and I was being selfish today; and reckless.

I couldn’t help but smile when you pulled your clean, shiny car off the safety of the pavement and onto the well-worn, dirt track. The dust kicked up behind us as if to conceal our passage. We went a couple of miles farther up and I gestured at a spot ahead to pull off. You stopped the car and killed the engine; the hot metal of the engine ticked in the silence. You looked at me questioningly.

“There’s a place here you may like. Come with me.”

I got out of your car and turned to see if you would follow. You stepped out, slipping the keys into the pocket of your khaki shorts. I took in your lean frame; not too much taller than me, you looked comfortable in your skin, confident. Your darkly tanned legs were nicely muscled. You looked good in your green tee shirt, with the lean build of an endurance athlete. Well built. It was not the first time the thought had occurred to me.

I could see the California sun had kissed your brown hair. I was both annoyed and relieved that your sunglasses prevented me from seeing your eyes. The amused set of your mouth told me some, and the easy stance of your body was familiar to me now as you waited for me to lead.

I turned and walked into the trees. We started to ascend steeply up a small trail, just wide enough for us to traverse side-by-side.

“So when’s your next trip?”

“I have to go up to Santa Barbara next Wednesday. Then I have a few days before I have to be in L.A. again.” You paused as if you were about to add something else to that but then decided not to. “What have you been up to, beautiful?”

“I’ll be taking a long weekend. I’m going in for that certification I was telling you about. So, I won’t be here.”

“Then I won’t bother stopping in.” You grinned and I smiled back. I’ve been told I have a nice smile. Another thing I had decided I needed to do more of, smiling.

Pine needles and dry oak leaves rustled and crunched beneath our feet, sending up the most heady, earthy scent; like vanilla and pungent, sweet resin. The trees from which that carpet had fallen loomed above us and shaded our path. It was cooler here, beneath the pleasant smelling trees. The sun filtered through the canopy in warm rays that sparkled with the dust stirred by our footsteps. It only took about fifteen minutes of walking before the trail opened onto a clearing in which a small, clear pond was surrounded by granite boulders and more forest.

“Here’s the place. I thought we could cool off a bit.”

“Nice.”

You followed me to the edge of the water, taking in the serene setting. I splashed my face and neck, bracing for the frigid water, so cold it made my head ache. It felt delicious and wonderful. The water trickled down my neck and made its way down between my breasts. My nipples hardened at the icy shock of it, turning to dark, hard knots under the white fabric. Nice thinking, terrifically brilliant move. I turned away from you and the pond, self-conscious. Thankfully, you seemed not to notice. You pulled off your shirt and tossed it onto a big rock and followed suit in cooling off.

I wandered over to where you had thrown your shirt, the huge slab of granite that angled sharply up out of the earth in the shade of an oak and sat, watching you. As you splashed your hair the water ran down your back, almost as tan as your legs. Oh hot damn. The muscles beneath your skin rippled as you moved. You had told me you were over forty, but you certainly didn’t look it. Sufficiently soaked down, you turned and walked over towards me. I glanced from your flat belly down the trail of hair below your navel that disappeared into the waist of your shorts. My body flushed hot. Already awakened from the ride, the throbbing between my legs deepened to an ache. I looked away, blushing, and hoped you didn’t notice.

What am I doing here? The question popped into my head for the umpteenth time… But I knew. I was challenging circumstance and too curious to stop. As you approached the rock, I started blathering on about how I first found this place and how I used to come here all the time. You stood facing me, listening politely, arms crossed on your chest. Crap, no sunglasses. I was trying hard to maintain eye contact, which can be tough with you, if I need to speak intelligently. You looked amused, which was unsettling.

“So, yeah, this is a really great spot to just come and meditate, have some quiet time, you know? ataköy escort bayan And it’s amazing how few people know about it, considering it’s not so hard to get to…” My words trailed off. Why do I have to babble like an idiot?

I hopped down off the rock and stood leaning back against it for support. It was wonderfully warm from the sun and the roughly textured, solid feel of it against my skin anchored me to the moment. I looked around, desperately trying to find something else to talk about. Or, barring that, I searched for maybe an escape of some sort, anything to cover my awkward shyness.

You watched me for a moment; I thought I felt you watching me, at least. Why doesn’t he say something? I dared to look up and found you were looking off into the trees. Why am I even here? I should suggest we go. Instead, I took in your profile, the set of your mouth, the barest traces of a beard on your unshaven face and the line high on a prominent cheekbone where that stubble abruptly ends. I really liked the smattering of grey at your temples. Fucking sexy is what. My eyes fell back down to your lips. They were sensuously curved, like they could turn from snarl to smile in an instant.

I let myself imagine the feel of them on my skin. I thought your lips would be soft and the stubble would prickle at me. A little shiver ran up my spine and I quickly corrected my thoughts. This will not do. You walked up beside me and reached past me to retrieve your shirt from the rock. I tensed, your proximity sending alarms ringing. My heart pounded. I started racking my brain to think of something to say. Ask a question, you idiot, anything, now! I opened my mouth, likely to begin babbling again. I met your eyes, direct and intense and missing nothing, as always, and my brain blanked.

Stormy blue eyes in an unreadable raptor’s gaze held me against my will. I felt the flush rise in my face as I tried to break eye contact; I failed. I took a breath and cleared my throat, about to say something, anything to ease the tension I felt. My heart was pounding loudly in my own ears, I was afraid you were close enough you could hear it. I was having a hard time getting my breath, now very unsure what, exactly, I thought I was doing here.

You had to notice my change of breathing, the flush of color I could not control. I couldn’t think with you looking at me like that. I felt like the mouse that sees the hawk too late. I swallowed with difficulty, watching as the gaze that pinned me to the rock behind me slowly shifted into something else, something harder. You looked like a predator that was done playing around.

Hellfire, he’s hot. My heart stopped at the look in your eyes. You leaned close, too close, and I froze in shock. I could feel the warmth of your body, so near it made my skin tingle. I felt your breath. Oh holy hell. I felt like I didn’t have enough oxygen and took a deep breath. The spice and brine scent of your skin assailed my senses. I chanced meeting your gaze, no longer able to disguise the lust that simmered under my skin. I desperately wanted you to do your worst, but I still didn’t really think you would do anything.

And then your lips met mine. Firm and sweet, your kiss was an attack on my will. Currents of excitement zapped and arced in my middle, like electricity. My lips opened, yielding to the insistence of yours. Your tongue met mine, sparking a current that ripped through my core and made my legs unreliable. My heart pounded and my mind raced, protesting. This shouldn’t be happening; this isn’t happening. Oh holy fuck, this was happening. Why was I kissing you? Sudden fear coursed through me. Fear of the unknown, of complications. I had held myself too still, too tightly controlled for so long, I couldn’t give myself permission to have this.

I raised my hands to your shoulders and began to push you away. I need to stop this now. I was starting to panic and curse my own stupidity and rash behavior. How do I let myself be so stupid? I should never have come, never asked, never agreed to meet him! Instead of yielding to me you leaned closer, holding me firmly pinioned to the rock. Your kisses became more demanding, more insistent, overwhelming my senses. The weight of your body on mine was delicious. Oh my God this feels good.

Your hands held my hips firm, while your lips explored my jaw, my neck, and back to my hungry mouth. One of your hands slowly moved up my side to cup a breast and I quietly moaned in response, wanting this. Your bare hand was a brand against my skin, the heat traveling like a flow of electricity and settling between my thighs. You pushed up my halter, freeing my heavy breasts. You lifted them, feeling the weight of them as they filled your hands, gently massaging. Ah fuck.

When your thumb brushed across my sensitive nipple, coherent thought fragmented and was lost. I moaned against your lips. My paralysis broken by desire, I needed to touch you, feel you.

I ran my hands through your hair; my fingers caressed the back of your neck and slid softly down to spread across your shoulder blades. I let my fingers trace the muscles of your back, and then flattened them to feel the rhythm of your breath, the play of bones and sinew beneath your skin. Touch was sacred to me, and I wanted to feel every bit of you.

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Okay, I have resubmitted this story after a re-write. I thought I would try a short story before, but it seems everyone doesn’t like the short stories. I wrote the original one night for a break, so now I am re-writing it and adding some more to it. I hope you enjoy it a little more now. This chapter is an outtake story from the series Life After The Lottery. Drmac100 12/15.

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James and Dawn take a break

What happens with Dawn in the summer

Dawn and I had been sitting around naked in the house one evening after dinner in late June after we had just moved into the new house. It had been raining most of the day and had cooled off to the mid 70’s after the sun went done. It was the middle of the week and the two of us were sitting around reading instead of watching TV. I was reading the newspaper and she was catching up on some nursing journals.

“I hope the rain cools it off some, it has been hot this week for June,” I said once I finished reading the paper about 9:00pm.

“It has been hot, the pool has been nice but it is still hot and humid to be so early in the summer.” Dawn replied.

The pool was heated for the winter, but sometimes I wish it was cooled for the dog days of summer. We had made love out in the pool a lot of times at night since we had moved in, we both enjoyed the cool feeling of the water while we had sex. I was thinking about the last time we had sex in the pool the week before one night when I heard a clap of thunder and the rumble.

“It sounds like the storm front is moving through,” I said to my wife.

Dawn looked over the top of her journal at me. There was a flash and more thunder.

“Oh no,” I said.

“Come with me,” Dawn said standing.

She took my hand and led me outside to the patio. It had started raining harder a few minutes earlier. I pulled one of the big double loungers out from under the upstairs deck next and to the pool into the falling rain, knowing what she wanted. All of the outside lights were off, the only light was coming through all the windows from the lights we left on in the house.

“Lay back,” Dawn said to me as I could see her long black hair getting wet, along with her sexy body.

I laid back on the lounger as the cool night rain drenched the two of us. Dawn’s long hair was becoming wet and sticking to her naked body as the rain ran over her. She sat on the end of the lounger and starting stroking my cock. Once she was getting me hard, she leaned over and sucked my cock into her mouth. After a few minutes and more thunder and lightning I was hard and we were both soaking wet. The night was still warm even though it was raining.

“You know honey, you are a little crazy when you want to do this,” I said.

“I like it. We don’t get a chance too often, and hey, it is no different than you wanting to have sex outside when it is snowing.”

It didn’t snow often where we lived, but it would sometimes. I had also taken her outside at night once or twice when we went skiing in other states. She always bitched about the cold, but she still enjoyed it.

“I always enjoy this,” Dawn said as she slipped up and straddled my cock.

Dawn slowly worked my cock into her pussy as she slowly eased down on my long cock. Our skin was getting cool to the touch, but her insides felt blazing hot as usual. She got all the way down about the time there was a flash of lightning and another clap of thunder.

“Oh god honey, we must do this more often,” Dawn said as she started to wiggle her hips sensuously.

I watched in the dim light from the house as my beautiful wife closed her eyes and dropped her head and just worked her pussy on my cock. Our wet thighs now sliding against each other as she moved. I have always thought that watching sweat or water drip off a women was one of the sexiest images there was. Now with the rain beginning to fall harder we heard thunder rumbling off in the distance again as the sky lit up occasionally. I watched the trails of water trickle down Dawn’s neck and run over her breasts and drip from her nipples as she worked her hips slowly. I sat mesmerized by this sight as she kept going. Drop after drop of water dripping from each nipple. By the dim light bakırköy escort coming from the windows, she looked so incredibly sexy as all the rain ran down her body and dripped off it in strategic places. I felt coolness on my groin despite her heat. I looked down and there was a pool of water forming between her legs and on my groin. I watched the rain trickle down between her breasts and run down and over her stomach in little rivers on its way to where we met, then to fill the growing pool.

“Oh god, this is sooo…sexy. Outside at night, in the rain, just working your cock in me as I listen to the rain falling.”

When we did this when it rained, and sometimes stormed, the sound of the rain hitting the house and splashing in the pool was about all you could hear when it was raining hard, except for Dawn moaning as she worked my cock deep inside her as she wiggled like a very sensuous snake. I had asked her a few times if she had ever taken belly dancing classes because she was so good.

I held my wife’s thighs as she worked her own magic to get her to where she wanted to be. The longer we went the more aroused the two of us became. As our skin cooled, the only heat between us was surrounding my cock. More and more Dawn worked her pussy on my cock as I watched her wiggle in the dim light. She was moaning loudly and I was enjoying watching her.

Lightning flashed across the sky.

“Oh fuck yes!” Dawn screamed and sped up a little. Thunder and lightning always excited her when we did this in the past. Sometimes I worried that she was being just a bit too dangerous.

She sped up as the thunder rumbled off in the distance.

“Oh fuck yes, this is so exciting!” Dawn screamed as she worked harder and harder.

I held on to Dawn as she worked toward her orgasm. More lightning flashed in the distance, then the thunder.

“Oh god honey, I’m coming!” She screamed as she worked her hips faster, then I felt her tense up. A loud moan and few seconds later I felt the warmth of her love juices squirting onto me. “Oh god yes!!”

More lightning, more thunder.

“Honey, don’t you think it is time to go back inside?” I asked.

“Oh…not now, I’m just getting started!” Dawn yelled over the thunder.

“You know you are a little crazy.” I told her, she just smiled.

“No more than you!”

There was a bright flash and then close thunder.

“Oh fuck yes! Now I want on the bottom so I can see! Drive your cock into me hard!”

I held Dawn and stood up then turned and laid her on the lounger. She lifted her legs up and spread them and laid them over the arms of the chair waiting for my cock.

“James, please! Do me hard!”

I got between her legs and slowly eased my cock back into her warmth. With her lying back now I could see the rain splashing on her face. Her wet hair was stuck to her face as she laid back. I took my hand and pushed the hair away from her face. I held myself up for a few minutes and ran my hands over her wet breasts as the water beaded on them. I ran my hand over her wet lips finally, then leaned down and kissed her for a minute.

Another flash and more thunder. Closer this time.

“Oh yes honey! Fuck me!” She screamed. It always seemed her arousal grew as the storms would grow closer.

I held myself up while we looked at each other and then began thrusting my cock into Dawn harder and harder. I knew this was what she desired.

“Oh yes, that’s it!” She screamed.

More lightning. I could see her looking up at me with each flash. I worked my cock in and out in long, deep, hard strokes, Dawn was thrusting up to meet each of my thrust. We were both getting more and more aroused as we kept going.

“Ahhhh!! More, more, more!!” Dawn screamed as I felt her arousal growing inside her.

I kept thrusting into my beautiful dripping wet wife. Slipping and sliding between her rain slickened thighs.

“Fuck me!!” She screamed as I kept driving into her. Sliding in and out of her in the rain was like sliding in and out of her in the pool. I would feel her heat, then coolness, then her heat, then coolness. I kept this up for a long time.

My wife was starting escort bahçelievler to get off again. I could tell she was growing toward another huge orgasm. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in tight.

“Ahhhhh! Yes! Harder, honey, harder!!” She screamed.

I drove into my beautiful wife as she tried to hump her hips up into me with each of my thrust.

“James!!!”

Dawn started coming, coming hard. She kept screaming as she jerked beneath me. A huge flash of lightning and an immediate burst of thunder.

“Ahhhhhhh!!! I’m coming!!!” She screamed as I felt her orgasm start around my cock and then run through her entire body. “Oh, fuck!!!” She screamed over and over for a minute or more as she trembled beneath me.

When her orgasm was about finished, she reached up and grabbed me and pulled me down to lie on top of her. She kissed me for several minutes.

“Are you about ready to go inside before we get hit by lightning?” I asked her.

“Oh, I was just hit by lightning!” She said to me then giggled.

“I get worried about you when you want to do this,” I told her.

“No you don’t, you love it too.”

“I love making love to you in the rain. I’m not sure about in a thunder storm.”

She pulled me down and kissed me again to the rumble of thunder. I looked at her face as she stared up into my eyes. A sudden smile grew on her lips.

“What?” I asked.

“Finish me and fill me full of cum and I will let you go inside you pussy.”

“What would you like?”

“From behind, nice and slow and hard.”

I got up and Dawn turned over and got up on all fours. About that time there was another flash of lightning and more thunder. The wind had also picked up and was blowing steadily. I grabbed my wife’s hips and eased my cock back into the only warm thing I could find.

“Ahhhh!”

I held her hips and slid out of her slowly, then rammed my cock back in hard.

“Oh god!! Yes!!”

I kept this up as the rain pounded us now and the wind blew harder. Dawn grabbed the arms of the chair to help hold herself up. I slid slowly out and rammed back into her for a few more minutes. She moaned and cried out each time I shoved back inside her.

“Oh god, keep going!! Harder!!”

I kept going and started thrusting into her harder and faster. She cried out each time. I held her tight and fucked her hard and fast. Despite the weather I was caught up in only pleasing my wife now.

“Oh…my…god!” Came from my wife. She was growing more excited and aroused as she was nearing another huge orgasm. “Ahhhhhh!!!” She screamed as I felt her hot pussy tighten around my swollen cock.

“Honey, I am about to fill you full of cum!” I screamed.

“Wait…wait…wait!!”

I held back as I felt Dawn’s pussy begin to squeeze my cock over and over. I knew she was about to explode and come hard. A minute later she screamed.

“Fuck…I’m coming!! Now!!!”

I felt her crush my cock with her strong pussy muscles. The two of us jerked and humped into each other and came together hard for a minute. More warmth in her insides from my hot cum.

“Oh my god!! That was great!!” Dawn screamed.

We laid on top of each other until a brilliant flash of lightning hit nearby.

“Fuck, let’s get inside!!” I yelled.

“No!! Get up!!” Dawn yelled at me over the pounding rain.

I got up and stood. Dawn got up and grabbed the lounger and pulled it back under the overhead deck next to the house. We laid down together.

“I’m not sure this is much safer,” I told her.

“You’re a pussy. Hold me.”

I held Dawn tight in the breeze. We were cool from being wet and the wind. She wrapped a leg around me and pulled the two of us close together.

“I love you,” Dawn said and kissed me.

“I love you too.”

We kissed for a minute then separated our lips.

“Dawn, you are a little crazy wanting to have sex outside during a thunder storm, why?”

“I always enjoying watching a thunderstorm through the windows when I was a kid. I asked my parents to go outside, I wanted to experience the power of the storm, but my parents wouldn’t let me of ataköy escort course. The first time we were outside having sex during a rain storm and it started thundering and lightning the feelings I got from the storm aroused me incredibly.”

“I remember.”

“You kept wanting to go inside.”

“You kept telling me and to shut up and fuck you,” I said.

“I remember! And, you did.”

“Are you cold?”

“Yes, but it feels good.” Dawn said as she held me.

I held her tighter as she hugged me. We laid for a while then finally went back inside. Dawn led me down to the sunroom and we slipped into the hot tub. She slipped down in the hot water until it was up to her chin.

“Emmmmm,” escaped from her.

I watched my wife as she tilted her head back against the side of the hot tub and closed her eyes and soaked. After about 30 minutes we both got out and dried off and went upstairs to the bedroom. We both slipped under the sheets on the bed and I turned out the light. I spooned up behind her and held her in the dark.

“Did you get warm?” I asked.

“Yes, but you can hold me tight, please.”

I held her tight and pulled her body close to mine. The warmth of her ass pressing against my cock felt great after being cold. Dawn grabbed my hand and placed it between her breasts. I placed my hand over one of her breasts and felt it.

“Your hand is still cold,” Dawn said as I squeezed her breast.

“Well, your breast is warm, so it will warm it up.”

I played with Dawn’s breast for several minutes. I felt her nipple get hard and stand out.

“James, I can’t go to sleep now.”

Dawn reached back and found my cock and began playing with it. Her hand was warm, and it felt good. The longer we played with each other the more my cock grew. After a few minutes my cock was hard and poking into Dawn’s ass. I slipped my hand down and ran my fingers over her pussy lips.

“You’re already wet,” I said.

“I’m still horny.”

Dawn raised her leg and placed it over mine and pulled me to her.

“Fuck me again, in your safe warm bed,” she said with a giggle.

She held my cock as we worked around until I could slide it into her from behind. She pulled me tighter with her leg as I eased all the way into her pussy from behind. She took her hand and reached around and placed it over my cock and her pussy and felt me slowly begin to slip in and out of her. I held her tight and pushed my cock all the way in and held it there.

“Ahhhh…” eased out of her.

“Honey, we always end up like this on the few occasions that we make love in a storm. Why do you always feel so energized?” I asked.

“My mother always told me that I wanted to go outside in the storms because I could feel the energy from nature. She said her father would do that too.”

“He was the Cherokee medicine man, right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you feel the energy from the storm?” I asked.

“Yes. I always feel more energized after I have been outside, you know that.”

“I just wanted to know.”

“Fuck me.” Dawn asked.

I held her as I slid my cock in and out of her pussy. Dawn was quiet as I kept doing it for a long time. I felt her pull me in tighter with the leg that was wrapped over mine. I knew from experience she would build to a nice strong, but gentle, orgasm.

“James, I feel you,” Dawn said.

“I know you do.”

The warmth of her insides and the on and off squeezing of my cock by her strong muscles kept adding to my own arousal. I kept going as Dawn moaned gently. She always felt incredible when we took it nice and slow. Time passed as we enjoyed the way each of us felt.

“James. I’m about to come.” Dawn told me.

I knew just to keep doing what I was doing and wait and hold on. It was several minutes later.

“Honey, I am going to come, now please.” Dawn whispered to me.

I felt her pussy muscles squeeze me as she started to shiver gently.

“Now.”

I slid all the way in until the end of my cock was pressing against the end of her tunnel. I let go and started filling her full of cum.

“Ahhhhhhh…oh god yes.” Dawn said as she shivered in my arms. I could feel the gentle waves running through her body as I kept pumping cum into her.

“You feel good,” I whispered in her ear.

“You do too.”

As we finished I kept holding her and kissing her gently on her shoulder and neck.

“James, I love you.”

“I love you too. Go to sleep.”

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I stood outside, cigarette in hand, breathing in the summer air and the smoke and the traffic fumes. I’d finally found the pub, hidden among the narrow back streets of central Sheffield, buried under suffocating ivy. I was shaking, and sweating. It was unusually warm, even for July, and my jacket and nerves weren’t doing me any favours.

Removing the jacket and slinging it over my shoulder in what I hoped was a casual manner, I checked my watch. I was late. So was he. I took out my phone and absent mindedly looked at Facebook, trying not to get lipstick on my fingers as I smoked my cigarette.

“Oh, hello there,” came a voice from behind me.

Fuck. He wasn’t late. “Hey, Gareth!” I exclaimed, probably too enthusiastically given the situation.

I’d usually greet friends with a hug or even a kiss on the cheek, but that seemed inappropriate. Gareth wasn’t my friend, he was my professor. He’d got his first teaching job at the University of Sheffield, where I recently finished my Archaeology degree. Bones and stuff. I love it, somewhat ironically, given the size of me. I’d never been a slim girl, but four years at University had really seen me pile on the pounds. People talk about the ‘Freshers’ Fifteen’. More like the Fresher’s hundred. At 5 foot 7, I tipped the scales at 250lbs. I hated my body, but the student lifestyle dictated that I drank beers, stayed up late and survived on a diet of junk food and energy drinks. I’ll get rid of it, once I’m a postgraduate, I kept telling myself.

Anyway, Gareth. Postgraduate. That’s why we were meeting, we’d arranged to meet to discuss my options for a PhD at the University. Most students did a Master’s Degree first, but Gareth seemed adamant that I’d apply to doctoral training straight away. I was pretty nervous about the meeting, especially since I’d had absolutely no idea what to base my thesis proposal on.

“So, had any thoughts about the proposal?” he asked, plonking a pint of cider down in front of me and splashing it on his hand.

“Umm…” I panicked, trying to think of something intelligent to say. Gareth licked the splash of cider off his hand. God, he had lovely hands. Gareth had lovely everything. He was easily six feet tall with a chiselled, handsome face and a real hard body. I wondered if people thought we were on a date. This Greek God, a chubby chaser. I laughed to myself at the idea.

“Funny, huh?” he asked.

“Sorry, I just… no, I’ve no idea where my proposal is going to be honest”

“Not to worry. That’s why I’m here. So you’re going to continue with your research on the skeletal, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so”. The way he said the word ‘skeletal’ made me uncomfortable. As I sipped the sugary cider, I became increasingly aware of the sheer size of my body. Especially next to him.

“Well, that’s a start. Let’s take a look at some of these course guides.”

The next hour or so passed in a blur. Gareth showed me the prospectus for the University’s PhD programme for archaeologists, along with other similar coursers in the area. He bought me another drink, and another. We smoked, and drank, and made nerdy archaeology jokes.

I could feel myself getting drunk. Not seriously hammered, but certainly not sober. As my head became fuzzier, I moved closer to him. Or maybe he moved toward me? I couldn’t tell. But in the couple of hours escort bakırköy we spent talking, we went from sitting at least a foot apart on the bench to sitting side by side, thighs touching. He went to pull a cigarette filter from his pocket and his hand brushed against my leg.

“Sorry”, he mumbled as he rolled his cigarette. I watched his deft hands as he twisted the paper, popped it into his mouth and lit up.

“No worries”, I laughed. I was laughing at myself, really. How ridiculous I was. He had accidentally touched my thigh and I was practically swimming in my own wetness. I was lucky I had a padded bra on, as my nipples had stiffened to attention. God, he turned me on so much.

“So, fancy another drink?” he asked me as he drained his glass.

“Oh, I should probably be getting off soon. I mean, going home,” I awkwardly stumbled over my words. I wanted to go home soon, SO I could get off. Sitting in this close proximity to Gareth for an extended period of time had got me ready for a solo session.

“Go on, Jess. One more won’t hurt. It’s on me.” he insisted. I smiled, accepting silently, and Gareth got up and went inside to the bar. Minutes later, he returned empty handed. “Fucking hell, sorry. I’ve not got any cash left, and their card machine is down.”

“Never mind!” I replied, slightly relieved at the opportunity to, well, relieve myself.

“Hang on, I’ve got an idea. My place is only around the corner and I’ve got a few beers in the fridge. You could come back to mine for a couple, if you like?”

Gareth. Gareth Philips. As in, Gorgeous Gareth, the dreamiest lecturer on campus. He’d just invited me back to his house for a drink. This was not happening. Except, I guess, it was. Just a drink, though. As colleagues, practically!

“Why not?” I stood up and pulled my jacket around myself, shoving my cigarettes into my bag and swinging it over my shoulder. “Let’s go”.

Gareth and I ambled back to his place, around a ten minute walk away. We laughed and joked as we walked, and in our slightly tipsy states, kept walking into each other. His hand brushed against mine at one point and I thought I was going to explode on the spot. “This is it” he said, as we reached his front door. He unlocked it and I stepped inside. He followed and locked the door behind us. He kicked off his shoes and chucked the bag full of prospectuses into the hallway. I bent down to remove my shoes, cursing myself for wearing buckle ups so fiddly. Suddenly, I became aware of a shadow over me. Gareth stood tall in the hallway, hand leaning on the wall, so close to me. I caught his eye and he smirked.

“Oh, Jess” he laughed. I blinked, confused. “You’re so cute.”

I laughed, nervously. I had absolutely no idea how to respond to that, and besides, with my ballooning stomach stretching against my t shirt and my plump thighs spread out as I crouched, I was far from cute. Finally wrestling my shoes off, I stood back up. Gareth reached his hand toward me and cupped my face.

“So. Cute.” he repeated.

The next thing I knew, he was kissing me. And I was kissing him back. Our tongues explored each others mouths, the scent of booze and cigarettes on both of our breaths. I didn’t care. He tasted like heaven to me. He brushed his hand against my ample breast and I sighed audibly.

“Oh şirinevler escort Jess. I’m so glad you’re enjoying this” he breathed.

“I’ve wanted this since I met you” I managed to utter between urgent, seeking kisses.

His strong hands worked their way over my body, feeling every curve, roll and lump. He kneaded my huge gut and groaned. I was mortified. What the fuck was he doing, touching my disgusting belly like this? But then I felt his suddenly erect penis probing my leg. Oh my god, I thought to myself. He’s into this. He likes fat chicks. That explained a lot, his obsession with old fertility goddesses in his archaeogical research.

“Oh god, Jess. Your body is incredible” he sighed as he felt every inch of my mid section, belly, hips, love handles. My suspicions were confirmed, then.

“G-Gareth, I…I don’t think we should do this” I pulled away, embarrassed. Embarrassed that he saw my enormous weight gain as a turn on. Embarrassed that he knew how soft my flesh was, how much my stomach jiggled. I pulled my top back down, it strained against my belly as I struggled to hide myself from him.

“Jess, I’m sorry, I…I just think you’re beautiful. I could never do this with you when you were my student, but I thought you liked me that way. I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you didn’t want to”, he ran his hands through his hair, obviously also embarrassed at his advances.

“No, Gareth, I do like you, how could I not? I mean look at you. And look at me!” I signalled towards my expansive body.

“Yeah, look at you. You’re beautiful” he replied, staring straight at my belly. Despite rearranging my t shirt, my vast belly button was still clearly visible through the taut fabric. “Just…beautiful”.

“Really?” I scoffed.

“Really. I know you’re not the most slender of girls, and I’ve seen how you try to hide yourself away. But you shouldn’t. You’re magnificent, honestly.” he responded.

Fuck it, I thought. I kissed him again, more aggressively this time. Fumbling, I found his belt and began to undo it. He groaned as my hand brushed against the tip of his hard cock through his boxer shorts. I dropped to my knees and did what I did best. Freeing his cock from its’ confines, I took all of him in my watering mouth and began to suck and slurp. “Oh fuck, Jess. Fuck, that’s amazing” he moaned as I twisted my tongue and lips around his shaft and head. He reached his hands down and took my enormous breasts in his hands, pinching my stiffening nipples as I continued to bob my head up and down on his large, stiff cock. “Stop, Jess”, he suddenly insisted, pushing my head away, leaving a trail of saliva from my lips to his glistening head. “That was amazing. But I don’t want this to be about me. You obviously don’t know how amazing your body is, so I’m going to show you”, he told me, with a glint in his eye.

He took my hand and led me up the stairs and onto a double bed. He playfully pushed me down onto the duvet and pinned me with his hands. “Take your top off” he ordered. I sat up, but hesitated. “No, please. Take it off. I want to see that belly in all its glory”. His eyes twinkled. I couldn’t believe he was actually into my fat. I gingerly removed my t-shirt and he grabbed it and threw it across the room. “Now, your bra” he coaxed. I unclipped the hooks of the huge, heavy-duty escort ataköy bra and let my enormous tits go free. They sagged immediately, their sheer weight causing them to slap against my belly as they made for the floor. I could actually see his cock get even harder.

“My fucking god. You are absolutely delicious” he practically drooled, as he looked me up and down. My massive breasts hung in front of him, while my broad, soft hips were interrupted by the tight cut-in of my jeans. He looked at me lustfully and pushed me back down onto the bed, kissing my lips and then my neck and then my shoulders, decolete, breasts, oh my breasts…he sucked and bit gently on a nipple whilst twirling and pinching the other with his fingers. My knickers were absolutely soaking, it was probably visible through the thick denim of my jeans. “Oh, Gareth”, I moaned as he suckled.

“Yes, Jess?” he looked up at me.

“Nothing..don’t…stop” I breathed, writhing in pleasure.

He gave my rigid nipple a final suck and carried on licking his way down my body. I watched his head rise up from the bed as he kissed the enormous curve of my distended belly. That was where I carried most of my weight. My thighs and hips and tits had swelled as I packed on the pounds, but good god, my belly was huge. And so, so round. He kissed it all over, enjoying every inch of my flesh. Fuck, this felt amazing.

He looked up and grinned. I didn’t realise I’d said that out loud. I cringed, feeling my face turn red.

“You know what’ll feel more amazing?” he teased, lowering his face toward my soaking crotch.

I held my breath in anticipation. He popped the button on my jeans and the lower part of my belly sprung free. This seemed to really get him going, as he wrestled off my jeans as quick as he could and thrust two fingers into my dripping pussy. I cried out, in awe of the sensation. I’d masturbated before, of course I had, over Gareth mostly, but I’d never been touched like this. He pushed my panties to the side and slowly, teasingly licked my glistening slit, starting low down and moving slowly up towards my clit. I felt a familiar burn in my stomach, like I was going to come, but I’d never felt it this intensely.

Still moving slowly, Gareth sucked my clit into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the hard nub in circles, whilst still pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt. I had never felt anything like this in all my life. He licked and sucked my clit as my moans became louder and louder, and fucked me with his fingers with his left hand. I felt his right hand move across my mound and toward my belly. He fucking loves my belly, I chuckled to myself. And god, he did.

He grabbed a chunk of my flab and began to shake it, watching from his vantage point in my cunt as the flesh jiggled in time with his fingers’ thrusting. He let out a moan of excitement, which sent shivers through my clit and up my spine. It was happening.

I screamed out as I came, the orgasm causing my whole body and all of its flab to shake.

Gareth surfaced and slowly rubbed my belly as he slid himself up the bed, smiling.

“Enjoy yourself, gorgeous?” he teased, watching as my stomach continued to ripple in the aftershocks of that orgasm.

“Y-yeah..” I managed to utter, almost breathless. He stroked my stomach as it became still and my breathing became less ragged. “I think I’d quite like to fuck you” he said, calmly and confidently, as if he’d just chosen a dish off a menu.

“But first”, he announced, standing up “I think we should eat something. A girl can’t be fucked on an empty stomach. Fancy a takeaway?” he grinned.

(To Be Continued…)

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Introduction

To protect the not-so innocent I’m going by the alias of “Nat” or “Natalie” and I’m also withholding lots of personal details. All that I will reveal is that I’m a final year student at a university somewhere in the south of England; I’m almost twenty-one; five foot six with a good body, nice tits and long auburn hair.

More to the point, I’m a girl on a mission.

Yes, I’m as bitchy as bitchy could be.

You might have read the earlier accounts of the breakup of my parents’ supposedly perfect marriage. I’ll give a quick summary anyway, to bring everyone up to speed and to save the bother of looking up old news.

Okay, so here goes. After thirty years of being at first adoring childhood sweethearts and then loving husband and wife, everything suddenly went pear-shaped. And it was all down to that wicked witch of a mother of mine. As it turned out she’d being having affairs with a succession of workmates for some considerable time. And, since her only child (me!) had flown the nest, she’d got progressively worse.

So much worse, in fact, that she’d thrown Daddy out of the marital home and immediately moved in her latest toy boy as his replacement.

As if that wasn’t wicked enough, the toy boy had brought his sulky eighteen-year-old daughter as part of the package.

What sort of a ménage a trois was that!

Apart from one I would never accept, of course.

Right then, that’s enough of the back story. Let’s just say sides had been taken and my self-imposed mission was to balance the books. Not that I had any intention of getting my parents back together again. Oh no, things had gone much too far for a reconciliation. Reuniting them was the last thing on my mind.

Murdering Mother Dearest was a distinct possibility, but reuniting them was out of the question.

By the start of this latest story I had, coincidentally, been fucking Daddy for a fortnight. I’d loved him forever but had only thought of him sexually since he had been so foully betrayed. And did I just say “thought”? Our new-found relationship wasn’t totally cerebral. Even if it had set off as a momentary lapse, an awful lot of our lapsing had been physical . . . an awful, awful lot of it.

Yet, fun as lapsing was, I couldn’t see us being a long-term arrangement. Daddy needed stability just then more than ever, not a series of lengthy and strenuous sex sessions with his own daughter.

The way I saw it the winds of change were blowing. So far they’d been blowing in Mother’s favour. If I had my way I’d divert them and sail her permanently off course.

With any luck I might even sail her past the “Here Be Monsters” sign and off the flat edge of the Earth.

Chapter One

Breaking the habit of a lifetime (well, the habit of the last couple of weeks) I caught an afternoon train north on Thursday instead of Friday, changing at Leeds and arriving in my home town early evening. The weather had taken a turn for the better, I noticed, but only a slight one. There was no trace of the recent Indian summer but at least last weekend’s monsoon had passed.

I smiled wryly as I left the station. I’d dressed more conservatively this week but there was déjà vu in the air: the first taxi on the rank was driven by my Asian friend; the one who looked like Omar Sharif and called himself “George”.

‘Hey up lass,’ he said in greeting. ‘Where’s thar been? I was thinking you’d dumped me.’

I told him I’d been “back down south”, studying.

‘A student, eh,’ he replied. ‘You’ll be after a discount for one of my special rides next.’

More déjà vu ensued. When I arrived at Daddy’s new local he was holding court at the bar, half a dozen blokes round him, hanging on his every word . . . just like last time.

Less under-dressed and not rain-splattered, my entry into the bar still caused some disruption. Okay, I’d ditched the short skirt and bare legs look, but I was wearing my black leather fuck-me boots. And I was quite clearly less than half Daddy’s age.

Hoping his new cronies didn’t know who I was, as good as certain that some of them had me down as a young whore (possibly of the paid variety) I gave him a less-than filial kiss.

‘Blossom,’ he said, breaking our embrace and holding me at arms’ length. ‘You made it.’

I grinned at that. “Blossom” and “Lotus Blossom” had long been Daddy’s pet names for me. But used right then “Blossom” made me sound even more like a lady of the night, and not necessarily a cheap one.

Wanting to keep everyone guessing I took control, ordering two pints of Doom Bar and asking for a menu. After making his excuses Daddy joined me at a suitably remote table.

‘Do they know?’ I asked discreetly, nodding towards the knot of barflies.

‘Do they know what?’

‘That you’re going to fuck your darling daughter tonight . . . And hopefully sooner rather than later.’

‘Natalie!’ Daddy rolled his eyes. ‘Do you have to swear?’

‘I’m telling it as it is,’ I said. ‘So do they?’

‘They don’t know you’re karabük escort my daughter,’ he admitted. ‘But most of them think that I’m . . . I’m sleeping with you.’

‘Best not let them find out then,’ said I. ‘Details like that might mess up your divorce case. And please say you’ve set the ball rolling.’

‘Do you mean with the solicitor?’ Daddy nodded. ‘I saw him on Monday, just as you insisted.’

I nodded back at him. Although I had reservations about Mother’s intentions I’d decided Daddy had to strike first. Mother could be devious but, even if for some reason she secretly wanted him to instigate action, it seemed important that he kicked it off. Besides, he was still paying their mortgage. Divorce cases could roll on for years. Lines needed to be drawn as soon as possible.

‘So what’s this solicitor done?’ I enquired.

‘He’s sent an introductory letter. Apparently your mother replied referring him to her own brief. It’s a bit like a tennis match at the moment; I’m the guy with his finger on the net, waiting to call “let”.’

‘You haven’t heard directly from Mother, then?’

‘There’s more chance of . . .’ Daddy tailed off. ‘Well, I don’t know what,’ he added limply. ‘I’d say that there’s more chance of Town getting promoted, but that’s just happened. Anyway, I haven’t heard a dicky-bird.’

That was much as I’d expected. Reassured that at least things were moving, I moved on to objective number two.

‘What about Doreen? Have you progressed with her?’

Daddy sighed at that. Doreen had been infatuated with him for ages. She worked in the same office as Mother but the two women had never been close. Now, with Mother suddenly out of the equation, she seemed to be bumping into Daddy very regularly indeed.

And she’d become brazen with it. He might not have noticed but, as a fellow female, I certainly had. I’d seen her talking to him in the supermarket. Yes, “brazen” was the word all right. She’d all but put her pussy on a plate and offered it to him.

For my part, purely intent on vengeance, I wanted Doreen to fuck Daddy. I knew I couldn’t keep doing it myself indefinitely and saw her as a perfectly adequate substitute. And she didn’t need to keep quiet about it, did she? There could be advantages in that.

‘We went out on Tuesday,’ Daddy finally admitted, avoiding my eye.

‘Did you fuck her?’ I wondered.

‘Natalie!’

‘Sorry. I meant to say: Did you end up making mad, passionate love?’

‘We kissed goodnight,’ he mumbled, ‘and that’s all you’re getting.’

‘When are you seeing her again?’

‘She mentioned Saturday. It’s her birthday but you’re here, aren’t you?’

My latest grin nearly split off the top of my head. The idea of Doreen turning up at work on Monday, fresh from screwing her next-desk neighbour’s estranged husband . . .

Shiny-eyed and with just-fucked hair. . .

Oh to be a fly on that particular office wall!

‘I told you I have to be back for Jude’s match on Sunday,’ I said (lying through my teeth; I never went to watch my flat-mate’s boring football matches). ‘That’s why I came a day early. I’ll catch a train on Saturday afternoon. You get yourself out with Doreen. And don’t forget your toothbrush.’

Daddy tried to change the subject. ‘I hope you’re not missing too many lectures tomorrow.’

‘I’m known as the course swot,’ I said, waving such a trivial diversion away. ‘A couple of lectures won’t make any difference. And never mind me: ring Doreen now; arrange a proper birthday celebration.’

When Daddy hesitated I plucked his mobile out of his shirt pocket. Doreen’s number was easy to find. I dialled it before he could stop me and she answered on the second ring.

‘Jim,’ she said eagerly, obviously recognizing the caller number.

‘It’s me,’ I said, ‘little Natalie, calling on behalf of Jim. He’s too shy to ask you out for a very romantic, candle-lit dinner for two on Saturday, so I’m ringing on his behalf.’

Doreen fell silent at that. ‘Does he know you’re ringing?’ she asked eventually.

‘Yes, he’s here with me. I’ll put him on.’

I swigged beer while Daddy awkwardly took back his phone.

‘Excuse her, Dor,’ he said, ‘she always has been precocious.’

My grin grew even wider. They were “Jim” and “Dor” now, were they? Maybe Daddy had noticed that tempting plateful of pussy after all!

While I sniggered to myself Daddy shut up and listened, flushing a little, still avoiding my eye. Using my fellow woman skills again, I deduced that Doreen was hinting at the sort of birthday treat he might like to give her. Or, rather, the treat she’d prefer to be given.

And judging by the length of time he was listening, it had to be quite some treat.

‘I’ll call round for you a seven,’ he said when he could get a word in, ‘in a taxi. Yes, me too. I’ll see you then.’

Chapter Two

Back at Cookie’s place . . . meaning Daddy new, borrowed penthouse home from home . . . things osmaniye escort got heated rapidly. And for once it was Daddy being precocious, not me.

Yes, honestly! I was still sipping my first glass of Chardonnay when he ripped the clothes off me.

Oh, okay then, maybe I ripped a few clothes off him too.

Anyway, before I knew it he had me positioned on all-fours on the settee, with my elbows on the arm and my ass waving provocatively in the air.

Then he had me, period.

I’m not going to be “ladylike” and pretend I didn’t enjoy it. Daddy’s cock was massive and, even if I have previously exaggerated the size of it, it was still far bigger than anything I’d had before.

He also used what he had more skillfully than any guy I’d had before; infinitely more skillfully.

Taking it on all-fours was good, as well. Taking it like that felt as if it was in me deeper than deep.

Yum, yum!

And it got better. Just as I was congratulating myself for my orgasm control (if in a bemused state of mind, wondering where that unexpected ability had materialized from), Daddy shifted the goalposts. Suddenly grabbing me by the tits he heaved me upright, his cock in me deeper than ever.

Sheer heaven!

My back was up against Daddy’s hairy chest. I could feel my shoulder blades moving on him, moving on him . . .

The change of cock angle was astounding, it was satisfying parts I hadn’t known I had.

In all honesty I’d never experience anything remotely like it. He was still thrusting powerfully into me; I was plunging onto him, simultaneously grinding and writhing.

Forget what I just said about orgasm control; I came abruptly then, perhaps thirty seconds later, came again.

Meanwhile Daddy was mauling my tits, inflaming me. Fucking me and mauling me and . . . and . . .

And at last I could feel him readying. By then I knew all of Daddy’s nuances, especially readying. I did my best to assist, plunging, grinding and writhing even more frantically.

‘Yes,’ he groaned. ‘Oh yes, Blossom, yes!’

Daddy’s cums were always strong but that one was exceptional. Still mauling my tits, still doing quite wonderful things to them, he pressed all the way into me and shot and shot and shot.

Then, pushing me into a more orthodox, sitting sort of a position on the settee, he knelt between my legs and ate me.

That was as erotic and exotic an experience as I could remember. And what a man he was! It took a real man to lick his cum out of a girl . . . in my opinion, at least . . . and Daddy did it with relish. Okay, I knew he was buying recovery time, not so much between fucks as cums, but how could I even begin to complain?

Normally Daddy set off with my clit. That time he set off under and around my vagina, lapping up our blended love juices. Then, lapping duties fulfilled, he circled my most precious mouth before easing in his tongue. And then, half an inch at a time, he eased it in deeper and deeper.

Forgive me for being “girly” but I’d always loved to be eaten. And I had never been eaten by a guy half as hungry as Daddy. A whole seven course meal later, when he replaced his oh-so clever tongue with three fingers and launched a simultaneous attack on my clitoris . . .

Well I screamed and screamed.

Thank God we were in an isolated apartment. Given neighbours we’d probably have been visited by the fire brigade as well as ambulances and police cars.

*****

I hesitate to call it a “family tradition” but I had got into the habit of sucking Daddy awake of a morning. He seemed to enjoy it and I definitely did. I loved to see his cock becoming erect. I loved to feel how it became erect in my hand too and, better yet, I loved to feel it hardening in my mouth.

Call me a dirty slut if you will. Maybe I am. But Daddy had pleasured me many times the night before; it was a pleasure to pleasure him in return.

Taking all the time in the world, I licked, sucked, stroked, squeezed and caressed. At some stage he came awake but I missed that. No, I kept going and going until . . . well, until he came, full stop.

Please don’t think I was avoiding the taste when I took him in deeply and swallowed. I knew the taste of him and it was one I really liked. To prove that conclusively, after he’d finished I kissed and nibbled every inch of him, enticing out and avidly consuming every last drop of seed.

Yum, yum once more!

(Here’s a quick aside: I immediately swallowed because, on one of the rare occasions I’d got him to talk about sex, Daddy had told me that an immediate swallow gave him a sense of completeness. I didn’t exactly understand why he sensed that but, if shooting his stuff straight down my throat lit his candle . . .

Well, I was Daddy’s girl, wasn’t I? It was my duty to give him a sense of completeness.

Face it, the wicked witch wasn’t going to do it for him, was she?)

Not that another mighty spurt was likely anytime soon. marmaris escort Having got every last drop I kept on caressing him with fingers, lips and tongue, ensuring he wasn’t going to flop. Then, deciding the time was right for me to indulge myself, I climbed aboard.

What is it country folk do of a morning? When they’re riding out their horses? Is it one or two miles, or more? Not wanting to give short change, I rode at least thirty on Daddy, cumming every few furlongs or so.

Then, while I was catching my breath and wondering what to do next, Daddy announced he needed to get ready for work.

Bugger! I knew there was a down-side to visiting on a Thursday.

I stayed where I was on the bed while Daddy showered. If there was a smile on my face you will have to excuse me. I was thinking of Mother by then, you see. I’d met up with her the previous Saturday for a powwow, supposedly to bury hatchets. And what had she told me?

What great lie?

She’d only claimed that Daddy had been incapable of having sex for years!

Well excuse me, I knew different, didn’t I? I’d had far more boyfriends than I should have as a twenty-year-old, and I’d never met anybody more “capable”.

Was it me, I wondered. Was I the only one who could get Daddy up? Or was Mother the problem? As good-looking as she was, her demeanour could be off-putting. It seemed quite possible that she could have an adverse effect on a guy . . . particularly if the guy had already been fucking her for decades.

Speak of the devil . . .

Daddy came back into the master bedroom, rubbing his hair with a towel, otherwise naked.

‘What’s the plan for today?’ he asked casually.

I smiled at that. He was speaking to me as a lover, not a daughter.

‘I’ve booked an appointment at Deb’s Hairdressers this morning,’ I told him. ‘After that I’ll either lounge about else go to the sports centre. Then I’m meeting you at six o’clock in the pub. You can take over the planning from there. All I’ll say is that a repeat of last night would not go amiss.’

Daddy didn’t notice that my fingers were crossed behind my back as I spoke. Deb’s and the pub were factual enough, but the bit in the middle was baloney.

‘Sounds good to me,’ he said. ‘You enjoy yourself.’

‘Don’t worry,’ I replied. ‘I will.’

Chapter Three

My hair appointment was at ten o’clock so I stayed in bed after Daddy hurried off to work, thinking.

No, I stayed in bed justifying the afternoon to come.

In my opinion I wasn’t bisexual, I couldn’t possibly be a lesbian and I certainly wasn’t bi-curious. I was certain about not being bi-curious because I regularly slept with my flat-mate, Jude; there wasn’t a hell of a lot left for me to be curious about.

If that last paragraph makes me sound confused then perhaps I was. We’d been halls neighbours and I’d flat-shared with Jude since the end of our first year at uni. Since then we had regularly shared her bed too. We were very best friends, you see. I loved her like the sister I’d never had and we’d done all sorts of disreputable things together.

Drinking, going out on the pull, swapping boyfriends (sometimes midway through the night, to keep us all on our toes); you name it and we had probably done it.

Sleeping together one-on-one was a natural progression. We’d started by agreeing solo masturbation was sad and lonely. Then, after a couple of lengthy sessions masturbating in each other’s company, we’d agreed it would be more fun if I did her and she did me . . .

Let’s just say one thing led to another and, by the Friday in question, I had had over a year’s worth of experience of having sex with Jude. As I said earlier, how could I be curious when there was nothing left to be curious about?

There alone on Daddy’s bed, I realized I was changing. Until recently I’d never looked at other women with sex in mind. Then suddenly I was seeing possibilities everywhere. Suddenly I was finding the toy boy’s daughter attractive. I was seeing Doreen as a very seductive older lady. And I was noticing girl’s tits and asses on campus all of the time.

I blamed the toy boy’s daughter, Amy. She’d gatecrashed last Saturday’s powwow with Mother, being there in the pub before either of us. She’d greeted me with a smile, transforming her usual miserable mug into a picture of beauty. And, when I’d playfully smacked her ass in parting, she’d called out after me.

‘Woo,’ she’d called. ‘Promises, promises . . .’

Okay, so my smack wasn’t really playful. Mother had just wound me up about Daddy’s alleged lack of prowess. Hatchets still unburied, I was actually storming out of the pub. And Amy . . . the girl who had not only moved into my house and home but into my personal, private bedroom . . . had just dropped the jackpot on a bandit.

A hundred quid straight off, and then it had held, the spawny cow!

The saucily round target of her ass was too tempting to miss. It might as well have had a bull’s eye on it.

Her words stuck with me, though. When they were still in my head on Tuesday morning I decided to do something about them. Way I saw it was simple. Amy wanted me to fuck her and fucking her didn’t seem to be such a bad idea. Not that it helped as far as punishing Mother was concerned; best will in the world I couldn’t see how fucking the toy boy’s daughter could possibly do that.

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I couldn’t believe it. After two years of dating my girlfriend Jane, she said she wanted to split up. I suspected she was cheating on me when she said she wanted to date other guys. Nothing I said would make her change her mind. I stormed out of her place and got into my car. I needed to talk to someone urgently. The only person I could trust was my mother.

My parents had been divorced for some time now. Mom lived alone in a small house. I drove to her place and rang the bell. My mother answered and I barged into her living room.

“Jane said she wanted out,” I told my mother.

I told Mom exactly what Jane had said to me. She wanted to be with other men. My Mom tried to calm me down by telling me I would find someone else. I didn’t want to hear that kind of talk right then. I don’t know what came over me. My Mom was an attractive woman just in her early fifties. More than once I would eye her body when we were together. She was a full figured woman, for sure. I often wondered what her big boobs actually looked like.

I walked over to my mother and I pulled her into my body. I think Mom figured that I just needed a hug from her. I needed so much more. I leaned in and started to kiss her neck.

“Ron, what are you doing?” She said to me.

My hands went to her chest and I cupped her boobs from outside the top she was wearing.

“Stop this! We can’t be doing this kind of thing.”

I wasn’t going to stop. I needed my mother’s love right then. Mom tried to push me away, but I wouldn’t let her. My hands were roving all over my Mom’s body. I don’t know for sure, but I think I wore my mother down. I knew she didn’t have a boyfriend. fethiye escort How long had it been since she had sex with another man? I managed to pull up on my Mom’s top and I got it free. All that was stopping me from seeing her tits was that bra.

I spun my Mom around and I unsnapped her bra. Those big tits of hers came tumbling out. Her breasts were resting on her chest. I had to have a taste. I lowered my face and I surrounded one of her nipples with my mouth. Mom let out this long moan. I knew I was starting to wear her down. I went from one nipple to the next. I was sucking and chewing on each one.

I knew Mom was getting into it when she began running her fingers through my hair. I eventually pulled back and looked into my Mom’s face. I don’t think she knew what was coming next. I moved my mother over towards the kitchen counter. I lifted her up on the edge. The light bulb must have gone off.

“No Ron, we can’t do this!”

There was no way I was stopping now. Maybe my Mom realized it as well. I fumbled with her pants and I pulled them and her panties off. I was now looking at my mother’s pubic bush. Her pussy lips were peeking out at me. I could tell my mother was already wet down below. I quickly pulled my clothes, shoes and socks off. My cock was pointing straight at my Mom’s slit. One look at my Mom’s face told me everything.

She was shocked and excited with what was about to happen. I took hold of my dick and I slid it across her folds. Mom’s body shook as I eased into her wet gash. Mom was tight. It took me a few minutes before I was able to push in the whole alanya escort way. I knew my Mom needed cock when she wrapped her arms around my neck. I was able to get under her thighs and lift her off the counter. Mom was now resting on my thick cock.

We stood there in the kitchen. I was thrusting up into my Mom’s belly as she held on for dear life. We probably fucked like that for a few minutes. It was difficult holding my mother in that position. I walked her over into the living room and we got down onto the carpeted floor. I pushed my Mom’s thighs forward and I stretched my legs out. I proceeded to pound my Mom hard with my thick rod.

It was loud between my grunting and Mom crying out from taking my cock. Mom didn’t tell me to stop now. Her pussy muscles had me in a tight grip as if she didn’t want me to ever pull out. I lowered my mouth once more and I worked on those tits. That made my mother squeal as I nibbled on the tips of her breasts. I know I lost control of myself that day. I took my Mom and slid my long prick deep into her belly.

Sometimes I would just hold my dick there and feel my mother’s pussy going into convulsions. Eventually I could feel I was getting close to releasing. I didn’t know whether my Mom was still taking birth control or not. I dreaded the thought of pulling out. Bare cock or not, I unloaded my sticky juice inside my Mom’s pussy. Mom stiffened when she felt my love liquid entering her body. She wrapped her arms around me and held on tight as we both orgasmed together.

I gave Mom a large load of my cum that day. When I did pull free I saw my white manavgat escort sauce spilling out of her hole. We ended up kissing each other to finish off our lovemaking. Mom got up from the floor and went into the bathroom. When she came back she had a bathrobe on.

“What ever possessed you to do that?” She asked me.

I told her that I had been admiring her body for a long time. My breakup with Jane tipped me over the edge. I needed sex and she was my choice. Mom said that we would have to keep this hush-hush. I agreed with her. By that time I was seated on the couch. Mom walked over and she shed her bathrobe. Damn, I knew I had made the right decision. Mom’s body was magnificent, as far as I was concerned. I was still half erect. Mom sat down on my lap.

She began to grind her ass against my cock. I can tell you it didn’t take much to get fully hard one more time. Mom lifted up from he and she took hold of my prick. She guided it to her pussy and then she sunk down on me. There was my mother bouncing up and down on me. Her tits were directly in my face, slapping against her chest. I had both hands on her ass cheeks as we fucked one more time together.

This time Mom had more orgasms. I didn’t have much cum left in me. Mom screamed as I drove my erection deep into her belly. I told her she was all mine now. I was going to fuck her whenever I wanted. This seemed to push my mother over the edge. She said that she needed my hard cock. She had to have my seed in her pussy. That is how things turned out.

It ended up that I soon forgot all about Jane. My Mom was twice the lover that my old girlfriend ever was. Mom needed my cock in her pussy and my hands working on those big tits of hers. I am over at her house most nights of the week. Mom has even allowed me to enter her tight ass. I couldn’t believe how tight my mother was and how vocal she got as I filled her bottom with hard cock. I don’t know how things will end up between us. For now my Mom satisfies all my sexual needs.

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